Gina's Education (12 page)

*****

Rose went down the stairs after the girl, her mind made up about what to do with her. It occurred to her how foolish it was for the girl to behave this way, but clearly she needed to be thoroughly broken. Master Robert was right, of course. He’d known it from the start.

Rose attached cuffs to the girl’s wrists and ankles. Gina screamed the whole time, not even pretending to comply any more. She screamed threats; she screamed obscenities… She just screamed.

Rose had had enough of the noise, and decided to do something she loathed herself. She grabbed a ball gag and shoved it in the girl’s mouth, finally muffling the awful sounds coming from her. All the wrenching and squirming she did was to no avail. Rose attached chains to the D rings in the cuffs and to the walls on either side of Gina, firmly entrapping her. There was enough give in the chains for only a few inches of movement. As the girl stood there, finally still, the horror of realization in her eyes as Rose brought the Spanish donkey across the room.

“On your toes,” she ordered.

Gina complied. She had no choice. Rose slid the devise between her legs and said, “Let’s see you use all that energy for something constructive, like keeping yourself off the top of that rail.” It was hard for her to keep her tone as steady as she had before, but she came close. She turned to see that Robert had been watching. He came downstairs in case she needed him, and the look on his face told her he approved of her choice of treatment.

“Come, my dear, you must be famished.” They heard an anguished moan from the girl.

*****

Reality came and laughed in the girl’s face. It would be a long while before she saw food again. Already her feet were starting to hurt, and there was no telling how long she would have to struggle to keep her private parts off the sharp edge of the beam.

‘Private parts!’
she thought.
‘Like I have anything private any more… The entire household kitchen staff has seen me naked!’
Her head was swimming at the thought that there really was no escape.

After a while, when her adrenaline subsided and reason tried to reenter, the idea that she really would have to obey the woman whose life she herself had destroyed was starting to seep in. The irony of it was not lost on her. She started to feel a bit delirious. She realized that her very survival depended on learning to please that woman and the man who owned the house.

‘
So tired,’
she thought. Then the pain in her crotch brought her back to reality.
‘I must have dozed off for a minute,’
she thought, and went back up on her toes. The pain went all the way up her calves, now, and her temper started to turn on herself.

‘How could I have been so stupid? How could I have expected to escape a house I don’t even know? I’ll have to be more careful and do as I am told, at least until I can make a…’
She shook her head,
‘what was I thinking?’
She adjusted her position as best she could.
‘Oh, yeah, I remember… must do as I am told…’

Chapter 11

Robert knew Rose’s adrenaline wasn’t through with her. As they entered the kitchen, she asked, “Do you have an attic? Do you mind if I use it?”

He took her by the elbow and guided her to the terrace. “Not now, my dear. We will talk about all that, but first you must eat.”

For the first time Rose realized she was shaking. With a wave of his hand, coffee was brought out and within minutes breakfast for two appeared on the table. “I forgot that I hadn’t eaten!” They ate in silence for a few minutes, and then she asked again, “Can I make a room in the attic for her?”

Robert smiled indulgently. “Of course, my dear; what do you think you will need?”

“Basically, nothing; I want a place for her to sleep without keeping her in a cage. I’ll need some eye bolts and chains. Not much else. She’ll have to earn a rug or a blanket.”

He nodded his approval.
‘She really does have a good instinct,’
he thought.

“Do we have some sort of harness that I can lock on her?”

“In the pony play room. You can use a bit, too, if you deem it necessary.” He watched her assemble the ideas – the barren room, the pony harness and bit… I seemed to fit the bill perfectly.

They finished their coffee in silence, each with their own thoughts to consider. Robert’s were on finishing the disappearance of the girl downstairs. She had company the day she left her apartment. He would have to be found and convinced that she decided to move. Probably an email from her computer would do the job; according to Drew, she had been less than gracious with him, too.

Rose went to the attic to survey her options. It was reasonably clean, for an attic. She noted the walls were lined with old furniture. ‘
Actually,’
she thought,
‘some of that furniture might come in handy if she ever earns the right to sleep off the floor.’
The idea that she was thinking in such terms startled Rose, and she chuckled at herself.

There were a couple of mirrors leaning against one wall. She took one of them and placed it opposite the other on the other side of the room.

She saw where she wanted the eye bolts placed. It hadn’t slipped her mind that given enough time, the girl would try to unscrew the bolts. ‘If the bolt is placed on the topside of the beam, she won’t be able to twist it out.’ There were windows on either end of the attic, so she would have light.
‘Best put her in the middle of the room away from the windows, though.’

She went down the stairs, suddenly very tired. She would have gone down to change the girl’s position, but she knew now it was going to take a lot to break her. She set her alarm for 45 minutes and laid down to rest.

The Spanish donkey was adjusted only high enough to cause her pain, not to do any real damage. Gina had been riding the rail for about two hours, and she was so sore between her legs, that the tears were flowing freely down her face. She drooled all over herself, because of the gag, but she barely noticed. The pain in her crotch took all of her attention.

Rose came downstairs and released the chains on the girl’s leg cuffs. She needed help moving her leg over the rail. Rose released her arms, and removed the gag, and the girl fell to the floor in a heap. Rose felt sorry for her, but resolved to do the job right. She left the cuffs on her and told her, “You may crawl to the kitchen if you are hungry.”

Gina never looked up. With her head down, she dragged herself up the stairs. The lack of nourishment was taking a toll, and moving her legs took a great effort.

After she ate from the bowl – this time Rose insisted she actually eat out of the bowl, not pick the food up with her hands – she was allowed to use the toilet and crawl back downstairs. A low groan escaped her, knowing she could expect yet another punishment, but she obeyed without hesitation.

This time they went across the room to another door not yet opened to her. Drew was waiting for them, and indicated the bench in front of him. It was one of the spanking benches, and Rose told her to crawl onto it and kneel. Drew strapped her legs down on the wooden frame, then pulled her arms to the front of the contraption and strapped them securely. With her head down and her bottom fully exposed, Gina started to cry out and Rose brought a strap down hard and fast on her butt.

“You are to be silent,” she said in those measured tones she had practiced. “You have a lot to learn, and your lessons will not be easy. If you behave, your punishments will be fewer. If you think the rail is uncomfortable,” she paused to watch the realization dawn on the girl, “you’ll be soon discovering that was one of your easier punishments.”

Another gasp escaped Gina, and she bit her lip so hard it bled.

Drew asked, “What do you want me to tattoo on this…” indicating her behind with a resounding slap.

“Well, this ass is mine!” she said with emphasis, “so ‘Property of Mistress Rose’ seems appropriate. What do you think?”

Drew chuckled and said, “Good thing she doesn’t have the privilege of sitting down. It’ll be a week before she can!” Rose watched while he drew the image on her buttocks with a magic marker and asked, “Is this what you had in mind?” When she nodded approval, Drew went to the wall in front of Gina and took a small anal plug off the shelf. “You don’t mind if I entertain myself while I work, do you?”

Rose smiled and said, “Of course not. It might as well understand that’s its purpose. When you are done, just put it away in the cage.” She was starting to understand why Robert chose to call her ‘it.’ On her way up the stairs, she took the blanket and towels away.

*****

Gina could hear herself screaming, first from the added pain in her ass of a plug, then from the tattoo needle. Drew had attached clamps to her nipples that were so tight she was afraid he would twist them off! He put another gag in her mouth; yet, she still heard the screams…

*****

Rose learned more every day about the ‘service’ of others and how important it is to observe all the small details. She went into the study to watch Drew with the girl toward that end – to observe and learn.

She sat in the wingback chair next to Robert’s desk and noted how much the study reflected the man. Everything in order; everything had a place and was where it belonged. The household staff cleaned the rooms every day, but they were not to move his things. Robert just preferred his work area to be tidy. He was the same way in his dress – always impeccable. The furniture in the room was of the highest quality. She knew he didn’t care what store it came from and wasn’t impressed with a name brand. He told her of a few pieces he bought at a flea market, simply because it was exactly what he was looking for at the time.

Drew was talking to the girl while he placed the gag in her mouth. He didn’t use the measured tones of the Master or the Mistress, but chatted with her as one would with a pet. “There’s a good girl, open up.” He got no resistance from her, but in her current position, there was little she could offer. Her feet kept moving, but besides her fingers, that was about all she could move.

He lubed the girl’s hole and the anal plug. “Pretty tight here,” he chuckled, “but, you’ll get used to it. Might be a time you will even look forward to having this in your ass.” He laughed when she groaned loudly at that idea, and even louder when he started to push it into her. He started with a small one, but for Gina it felt like he shoved a baseball bat into her. He took his time to work the device in, and once in place, he set it to vibrate.

More sounds were coming from the girl, but the agonizing groans turned to quiet moans. Drew rubbed her back a little to soothe her. “There you go,” he said. “You are going to enjoy this.” He meant it, but Gina thought he was mocking her. He gave her the same attention he would give a client, but she didn’t have any understanding of this.

Next he placed a vibrating egg inside her. Usually, by this time a client would be very wet with excitement, so he was surprised to find she was still pretty dry. That made the placement of the egg more uncomfortable than intended. He commented on this, adding, “no matter, you’ll be dripping wet soon enough.” Gina was mortified. Drew smiled as she groaned. Humiliation plays such a big part in some of the games, he was sure she’d have the biggest orgasms of her life before he was done with her.

He sat down at the tattoo tray and, stroking her buttocks, said, “This tattoo is going to cover your whole backside, you know. You won’t be able to sit for a month!” He smiled at her reaction and continued, “Yup, I bet this will be a great conversation starter when you are on the beach in a thong…”

In actuality, the tattoo was a fake. Drew knew she could not tell that from the feeling, and the mental image he gave her just increased her anxiety. He worked the empty needle for a while. The magic marker would make it look like he’d really done the job and last long enough to make the point.

After a bit, he stepped on the bulb attached to the vibrating egg giving the girl a jolt. “There you go, honey. You like that?” He repeated this action several times, then stuck his finger inside her and said, “See? Didn’t I tell you? You are soaking wet, you little slut.” Drew grinned as the words took effect on the girl and she slipped into the altered state where she would get great pleasure. Her body will now look forward to doing it again.

Rose continued to watch the effect Drew had on the girl. She smiled to see how he got her own body to defy her. Drew had no quarrel with the girl, and she was glad now that she had put Gina in his capable hands. About halfway through the tattooing, he’d stopped to take out the gag and gave her a drink of water. She was no longer screaming - on the contrary, she was now moaning with the pleasures her body experienced against her will.

When he finished the tattoo, he removed the egg. He opened his pants and put on a condom. Stroking the girl’s opening, he positioned himself to enter her. As soon as Gina became aware of what he was doing, she was surprised by her own desire for him. He thrust hard into her bringing a scream from her that was quickly followed by a groan.

“There you go my pretty little slut,” he grunted to her in time with his thrusts. “This is your new job. You will find you have plenty of work here, and you are going to love your job!” The girl’s head was spinning with the spiraling decent of submission; the humiliation and Drew’s words were increasing the intensity of the confusion and the experience of the most physical pleasure she had ever known.

While he took his pleasure with the girl, Rose closed the cabinet and left the study. Drew would put her back in the cage when he was done and she would allow ‘it’ to rest for a while. Still having trouble thinking of a human being in that term, the exercise helped her to stay detached. She could not afford to lose her temper on someone now so completely vulnerable.

Chapter 12