Disclaimer:  This is a very dark story filled with mature themes, bondage, and sexual situations.  


Hannah groaned as she came too from her slumber, her vision blocked by a blindfold.  Her arms ached, her mouth ached, though she was surprised to feel that only her sleeves had been taken off and her top and skirt remained.

“Ah Miss Sayed is stirring.”  A familar voice called out.  Her stomach dropped as she realized it was Heartsveil, she recoiled as she felt his hands start to run up her waist.  “Tsk task slave, my property isn’t allowed to recoil away from me like that.”  As he said this he removed her blindfold, she could see that she was in a cell, hanging directly across from her was Marisa, already her blindfold was removed, as was her cap.  Her dark brown hair hung down around her hair in a mess as her ponytail had been undone.

“Mmmmph!  Geemph-awaaaaayymph!”  Hannah cried out into the ballgag that ached in her mouth.  Heartsveil chuckled as he pulled out a knife.

“Oh don’t worry slaves, this is only to cut cloth.”  Heartsveil said smiling as he walked over to Marisa.  She started sobbing into her gag and tried to pull away as her sports bra and then softball pants were cut away.  Leaving her standing nude.

“Mmmmph-noooomphh!”  Marisa cried out as Heartsveil smacked her rear end.  

“You’re going to bring me a lot of money senorita.”  Heartsveil said as he groped her ass.  “Bigger breasts than your friend as well.”  He said smacking each one as Marisa whined into her gag.  

“Staahhmph!”  Hannah yelled into her ballgag.  Heartsveil looked at south asian damsel.  

“Stop?  I don’t think so slave.  You see Marisa is wearing an oring for a reason.”   He pressed a button and chains around Marisa’s legs forced her down onto her knees.  With a snap of his fingers four of Heartsveil men entered the cell as Heartsveil himself picked up a bullwhip.  “You need to learn discipline, and lets just say its going to be painful until you accept that you’re my property now.  Oh and you’ll get to watch Marisa how to perform oral, she has a cute mouth and I have a feeling she’ll have to get use to it.”

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Meanwhile Andrea was bound in the corner of the cell, forced to watch as two of her fellow Damsel High classmates were reduced to nothing but property and merchandise, just as she had been.  She was tied down on her knees similar to Marisa, though Andrea wore a bite gag.

“Ahhh-mppphhhhhh!”  Hannah cried out as she bit down on her ballgag.  Her midsection and legs were covered in whip marks now.  Andrea still had to endure it often but she remember how it stung the first time she was whipped.  How she came to realize she had to submit to Heartsveil, to accept him as her master even when she wanted to keep fighting.

“What do you think Senorita, think Miss Sayed here can match up as well as you.”  Heartsveil said, running his fingers along the whip marks covering Hannah’s body, tear marks ran down her cheeks.  “Oh don’t fret, your latin friend is the one sobbing even harder.”  He said nodding to Marisa who had been forced to swallow constantly as the four men enjoyed her orally multiple times.  

“Ples-staaahhp!”  Hannah cried out as Heartsveil pulled back on Marisa’s hair.  Her face red and distraught.

“Oh I’ll give you a break sweetheart.”  Heartsveil said pressing another button on the wall.  Andrea had to watch as Marisa was raised until she was hung and stetched into an ‘X’ position in midair.  

“Oh that latina is so pretty hanging around like that.”  A familiar feminine voice called out.  Andrea looked out of the corner of her eye to see Mistress Vienna strut in, followed by Christen, obviously her body was controlled as tears silently rolled down her eyes, though she was now dressed in yellow white lingerie.  “Truly gorgeous.”

“I’m glad you like what you see.”  Heartsveil said running his fingertips along Marisa’s body.  “She is truly a treat to see abused so thoroughly.  And, well, this should be fun.”

“Oh indeed!”  Vienna replied as she took the bullwhip and handed it to Christen.  The caramel skinned girl visibly shook as she tried to fight Vienna’s power.

“Mistress.  Please.”  She gasped out.

“Now slave, I hate disobiendence.”  She said as Christen’s body contorted painfully.  “Now.”  She forced Christen’s wrist to snap, sending the bullwhip across Marisa’s body.

“Aaaaaaieeeeph!”  Marisa cried out, her body already shone with sweat.  Now she sobbed and cried into her gag as her body burned from the whip.

“Again slave.”  Vienna order, leaving Christen’s body with no choice.  “And don’t fret, we’ll be doing this until your friend is unconcious!”  

“Nooooph!”  Hannah cried out into her gag.  This got another chuckle out of Heartsveil.

“Oh you poor, poor heroine.”  He said ripping off Hannah’s top making her gasp.  “We have spies all throughout your school.”  Her bra came off.  “Helps figure out the best of you too capture and enslave.  Hot teens, who’s bodies are trained to be fit and showed off.  You’re a resource, a commodity.”  He pulled down her miniskirt.  “And now you’re mine.”

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Epilouge

3 Months Later

Heartsveil smiled as he pulled the two leashes again.  Behind him two brown skinned girls trembled as they walked through the dark dungeons lit only by the light of torches.  “Now my slaves, you should be excited to see your friend again.”  The women could only tremble as as cleave gag sealed their lips and the leash pulled upon the collars around their necks.  Knocking on a door it soon opened to reveal a man, he looked older than Heartsveil, with sideburns and a thin goatee.  

“Heartsveil.”  The man said as he adjusted a red cap that flowed behind his back.

“Count Samson.”  Heartsveil said with the nod of the head.  

“Please come in.”  Heartsveil nodded and made a sharp tug onto the two leashes.  Soon the room had three teen slaves bound, and Hannah and Andrea’s eyes became wide and this realization.

“You seem to be enjoying my product.”  Heartsveil said looking at the wooden pole where Marisa found herself bound and gagged. Here sweat soaked hair was in a ponytail as she stood on her toes, tied to the wooden pole.  Bruises covered her body, cuts ran along like roads as did whip marks. Dressed in a fine and very skimpy white lingerie, the white stockings came up past her knees. Her eyes were blank as she stared at the visitors.

“Yes, indeed.”  The man said as Marisa lightly sobbed, too exhausted to do much more.  “Yet she is still a weakling, sobbing and begging as though I am cruel.  I’ve only flayed her alive twice for god’s sake!”

“These girls are weak once stripped of their power and reduced to their nature position.”  Heartsveil said as they watched Marisa’s condition.  Tight wire rope cut into her skin it wrapped tightly around her waist making every breath painful.

“I suppose I’ll get her uncut.”  The Count said running a knife unthinkingly up Marisa’s body cutting the wire.  The two other girl’s eyes were wide.  Yet the Count reached out and turned his hand, and like magic Marisa’s wounds were healed, even her bruises, and some warmth seemed to return to the latina’s skin.  “Oh, they didn’t know?”  The mysterious man stated.

“No.  Slaves, you see, the count has the power of immortality, and this entire castle is within his field, and, well, he can use that power to make sure his slaves break.”  Heartsveil walked over lifting up Marisa’s chin as she laid exhausted.  He placed a hand on his mouth, gagging her.  “Hush, you’re mine for the next week as I am a guest of this house for a conference.”

“Yes indeed.”  The Count said taking Andrea and Hannah by the leash and leading them over to two wooden poles, their legs became jello with fear.  “Have no fear; Heartsveil.  They will be beyond submissive and eager to please you by the time the week is done.”