Free Kidnapped! by John Savage

leather-covered ass sway from side to side. Her hair was long and straight, hanging down almost to her waist and making her look like someone’s idea of a vampire. Lipstick and dark eye shadow helped hide the fact that she was in her early forties. That did not keep the henchmen standing there with Susie from staring at the leather-covered curves. She held a riding crop in her hand and was faintly smiling as she looked at the naked woman before her.
    “Okay, Stella, she’s all yours. You know what I want.”
    Stella smiled, looking much like a cat smiling at a cornered mouse. This young woman standing between the two men was more than she had expected – much more. When Raszini said she was beautiful, Stella had discounted his appraisal, but now she saw that, indeed, this Susie was very good looking and possessed a centerfold body. The tip of Stella’s tongue peeked out between her lips. This was going to be a fun session!
    Raszini retreated to a position behind one of the cameras.
    “Leave her here,” Stella spoke on the gravelly side. Perhaps she was a smoker, but whatever, it was not a sweet, pleasing voice. Nor did it hold the slightest hint of kindness. More to the point, it sounded like someone used to giving and having obeyed orders.
    The men let go of Susie’s arms and stepped back. Raszini nodded to the cameras and they took their positions to act as cameramen.
    Stella dragged a chair over to the center of the room, directly under some of the overhead rings and hooks. “Get over here and sit down,” she commanded.
    Susie looked confused. She had expected Raszini himself to continue her punishment, not some woman dressed like a dominatrix. Still, she had enough experience with such people to know that this woman would not tolerate any disobedience. As she began to shuffle towards the chair, she made up her mind to obey, be meek and try to avoid as much of the punishment as she could by not giving this woman a reason to add to it.
    As she began to turn around to sit down, there came a sharp crack and a burst of pain on her bare ass. The riding crop was not a serious punishment tool, but when applied over skin already made sensitive by a prior whipping, it could cause enough pain to make her jerk and yelp. She sat down on the hard wooden chair, feeling the fresh burning spot on her left cheek.
    Both cameras had begun recording the scene as Stella knelt before Susie and unlocked the handcuffs from her ankles. There were deep red marks left when the steel cuffs fell away. Quickly the ankles were re-bound, this time in white nylon rope no more than a quarter of an inch thick. Half a dozen turns of the rope around her ankles and then it was cinched down and knotted tightly. Another piece of rope was tied around this ankle bondage and also knotted, but left with most of it trailing off across the floor.
    “Madam Stella runs one of the Houses of Discipline I own,” Raszini told the man nearest him. “She’s one really mean bitch, so don’t get any ideas about hitting on her.”
    “Wouldn’t think of it, boss,” Marco said.
    Raszini went on, “She hates men, but not as much as she hates women. Something about her having an abusive mother or something.”
    In front of the cameras, with Susie’s ankles tightly bound together, she was being made to stand up. The chair was moved out of the way and Madam Stella approached Susie from behind. In her hand was a coil of rope. After removing the handcuffs from her wrists, Stella grabbed Susie’s arm and twisted it up behind her until she squealed. Then, with surprising strength, she twisted up the other arm until both hands were higher on the back than the shoulder blades. Susie was one of those girls flexible enough to easily touch her elbows behind her, but this was something else. Her arms were jerked upward until the hands were almost at the level of her neck. They were turned so that the palms faced each other, and then rope began going around the wrists,