This story is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents either are products of the author's imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events or locales or persons, living or dead is entirely coincidental.
The Torture Room: part 1
Kira descended the stairs into monica's basement. She looked around appreciatively. The walls had every kind of punishment device imaginable. Whips, crops, belts, ropes, handcuffs, you name it. Kira slowly walked around the room, trailing her fingers along some of the torture racks set up. She admired the X-frame, the various chains and bracelets hanging from the ceiling, and below them ankle cuffs. As she finished her circuit of the room, her eyes fell on the various things on the wall beside the pony. She softly purred, oh this is going to be perfect. She reached out softly rubbing her hand along the pony. Admiring its V shape with a softly rounded top. Oh yes she purred again, looking at Monica, this will do just fine. monica looked at her Mistress, her lips suddenly going dry. She did not like the look in Mistress Kira's eyes. They seemed crueler somehow, and almost had a reddish glow.
Mistress Kira walked back to her slave, slowly circling her, one finger tracing a line around her at chest level. Oh yes, we are going to have so much fun monica. Standing behind her slave, Mistress Kira reached out and yanked monica's tube top down to her waist. Then, raising her slut's hands over her head, Mistress Kira attached the overhead cuffs. Giving a good pull she made sure monica was firmly attached and unable to escape. Mistress Kira pulled on the chains raising monica up and totally off her feet. Walking around behind her, she quickly striped the rest of the whore's clothes off, leaving her hanging completely by her arms, naked and defenseless.
Mistress Kira bent down and shackled her slave's ankles to the floor cuffs. monica was now completely suspended from the ceiling by her wrists, and the floor cuffs made sure she could barely move. Mistress Kira slapped her slaves ass in an affectionate manner, then walking around in front of her, leaned over to suck one of her nipples into her mouth. Looking down in astonishment at the gentleness monica was totally confused. She grew more confused as her Mistress began to gently rub her mound, delicately tracing a path up and down her slit. When Mistress Kira got to her knees and began to make tender love with her mouth, monica got even more nervous. After a few more moments, monica was racked by a pleasant orgasm, and when her Mistress looked up from between her legs and smiled innocently, monica finally understood.
Seeing the dawning comprehension in her slave's eyes, Kira smiled, then burst out laughing. Oh yes my precious slave, today is the day. Today I am going to do my best to break you. And I will break you my precious. Laughing, Mistress Kira turned to the wall, pulling down a belt. And I will start slow, and work you over until you are crying and screaming, then I will continue some more. As she felt the first sting of the belt across her ass, monica realized her Mistress was totally serious, and fully capable of breaking her, and she whimpered.