by Kelly Green
Illustrations by Robert "Bob" Bishop
Originally published in Bound To Please Vol. 2, No. 1
Transcribed by guardian46w
Thanks to EKrayon for his scans from his copy of Bound To Please
Poor Melody couldn't understand what was happening. Here she stood stark naked, except for her spike heeled pumps, in front of strangers, on a hard-stone floor in a spotlight that nearly blinded her. Her wrists were locked tightly together behind her back in cold steel manacles; each ankle was locked in a wide metal band connected together by a short metal chain which hobbled her severely whenever she tried to walk… and Melody just could not yet comprehend why this was being done to her. Quickly the last few hours flashed into her mind.
That morning Melody had arisen bright and early after a good night's sleep. After toileting herself and showering, Melody had taken special pains to groom and dress herself for the day. As she had carefully selected the clothes she would wear and decided upon how she would fix her hair, Melody had happily thought about this being the day that she was finally going to be interviewed by Madam Sada for a position as an instructress at Madam Sada's Figure Training Academy.
Melody was delighted as she saw herself in the mirror while dressing. She saw a girl who was tall, but not too tall; a girl with a pertly tilted nose; full, but not too full, rosebud mouth; delicate, but firm chin; slender, arching neck; slim, but gently rounded figure with firm, uptilted bosom, slim waist, gently curved and rounded buttocks and hips, long slender shapely legs. She was beautiful but her hair was truly her crowning glory, cascading in its shiny dark mahogany-colored thickness and fullness down over her shoulders in shimmering waves beyond her shoulder blades, past her waist, falling in a glossy swathe down over her hips and ending in its rich, abundant fullness in a blunt-cut below her hips.
SHEER UNDERTHINGS
After dressing in her sheer underthings, her short slim skirt and sweater that showed her curves at their best, and her spike high-heeled pumps, Melody set to work on her hair. She could use many different styles with her wonderful tresses.
Sometimes she would coil and pin her hair in a huge bun at the nape of her neck or on the back of her head. Sometimes she would fix it in a full, shimmering ponytail, which with her hair was in reality a horsetail, hanging down from the back of her head. Often, she would braid it in a thick, shiny plait that fell down her back from the nape of her neck to her hips. But most of all she loved to leave it loose, falling, cascading, tumbling down her back and over her hips; the rich, full waves bouncing gaily behind her as she walked.
Today, though, she must be more formal for her interview. So, after vigorously brushing her tresses till they glistened and shone, Melody parted her hair in the center, combed it back so that it covered her ears and braided it in a single thick plait down from the nape. Then, winding the braid into a huge coiled bun at the nape of her neck, she pinned the bun securely in place and was ready.
Arriving at Madam Sada's, Melody had been greeted by a pretty blonde receptionist in a leotard who had introduced herself as Susan, had shown her into a large dressing room and had given her an application to fill out. Just as Melody completed the form, Susan returned with two very athletic looking young women. After making sure that Melody had completed the application properly, Susan told her to undress. When Melody hesitated, Susan snapped, "If you want the job you're here for, you'd better do as we say. Hurry!" When Melody started to unpin her bun, Susan ordered, "No, leave your hair up, just take off your clothes."
YOU MUST LEARN TO OBEY!
As Melody let her last garment drop to the floor the two girls seized her and held her arms behind her back and Susan snapped cold steel manacles onto Melody's wrists. After locking leg irons onto her ankles, the two girls guided Melody, walking with mincing steps because of her hobbled ankles, behind Susan into the room where Melody now found herself standing in the spotlight… standing silently, unable to understand what was happening.
Melody was brought abruptly back to the reality of the present moment when she heard a woman's voice intone: "I am Madam Sada, and I understand you want to instruct for me." When Melody started to say, "Yes," the voice continued, "Be silent, and don't ever speak until you are told to. In any event, if you wish to instruct, you must first learn to obey. And before you can instruct in my figure training academy, we must make some changes in your figure to conform to our standards. Okay, Nancy, hitch her up and let's see what we've got to start with here and what changes we're going to have to make in her. Before hitching her up, though, let's see if her hair is for real."
At Madam Sada's order, Nancy quickly unpinned Melody's bun and let her braid fall in all its thickness down her back to her hips. "Well, I'll be damned," Sada exclaimed admiringly, "It is for real. I'd have sworn you were wearing a fake braid to have such a big bun. Well, at least that's one thing about you that we won't have to change or improve. Now hitch her up, Susan, and let's see what we've got to work with."
Immediately Susan produced a narrow but heavy metal band which she locked as a collar tightly around Melody's neck. It fit so tightly, in fact, that at first Melody thought it was going to choke her. Then, guiding Melody to a chain that hung from the ceiling, Susan locked the end of the chain to a small ring in the front of Melody's collar. Somewhat surprisingly, the chain was exactly the right length to force Melody to stand rigidly erect when locked to her collar. "Now get on with it," Sada ordered, as Melody stood silently and helplessly, her wrists fettered behind her back, her legs hobbled, hanging by her neck, naked, and about to be checked and examined by complete strangers.
Susan began by merely measuring Melody's bust, waist, hips and the length of her legs. Why, I could have given them these measurements myself, without all this fuss they are going to, if they had only asked me, Melody thought silently to herself. But Melody soon found that this was only the beginning.
DETAILED EXAMINATION
As Susan began a more detailed examination of Melody's body, starting with her breasts, Melody could no longer suppress her humiliation and indignation at the treatment she was receiving, and began to shout out her protests. Immediately Susan interrupted her examination to produce a large ball which she forced into Melody's mouth to hold it wide open. The ball was pierced by a leather strap which Susan passed around Melody's head and buckled at the back to hold the ball securely in her mouth and completely shut off her cries of protest. "We told you to be silent unless told to speak," Sada shouted, "and if you can't do that by yourself, we have many varied ways to force you to obey. Now get on with it, Susan."
With her captive now forced to stand helplessly and silently, Susan returned to her detailed examination of Melody's body. As Susan caressed and fondled and squeezed Melody's tits and nipples to test their fullness and firmness, Melody began to feel uncontrollable flashes of desire arising in her; but it was when Susan began the examination of Melody's smoothly rounded buttocks and soft pubic curls that this desire started towards its ultimate climax. As Susan first pinched and tweaked Melody's hips and behind, Melody naturally felt humiliation and embarrassment; but as Susan continued with a close examination of her love lips, new feelings began to replace the blush that engulfed her.
LUXURIANT FURRY MOUND
"Here's something else we won't have to change," Susan commented as she examined and stroked the luxuriant, long, thick, curly, dark maiden hair that covered Melody's furry mount. As tingles began to run up Melody's spine she couldn't even protest or move away from Susan's busily probing fingers because of the way she was gagged and chained; and when Susan finally slid her fingers between Melody's nether lips, the poor girl nearly exploded. Convulsive shudders and muffled "Nnnngg hhs" escaped her throat from behind her gag, and Melody's whole body shook and quivered as she hung by her neck chain.
"That's sufficient examination for now," Sada ordered. As Nancy reluctantly removed her fingers from Melody's moist recess, Melody sagged limply, supported only by her neck chain. Quickly Susan unlocked the chain from Melody's collar and then had to support her to keep her from sagging to the floor while she locked another chain to the ring in Melody's collar. Grasping the free end of this new chain, Susan gave a sharp tug to get Melody's attention and ordered, "Follow me." Numbed as she was by her recent experiences, Melody stumbled along behind Susan the best she could, manacled and hobbled as she was.
From the examination room, Susan led Melody into another room. "To let you see, Melody, how you may be treated if you don't do exactly as we say .... " Looking around her, Melody was appalled but, of course, she could make no comment even if she wanted to because of her gag. Near the center of the room one lovely girl was strung up by her wrists. She was naked and her lovely body was stretched to the limit, with only her toes barely touching the floor. Her arms were stretched straight up toward the ceiling with her wrists each locked in a wide leather band, each of which was attached to a chain that hung from the ceiling. Melody, of course, had no idea how long the poor girl had been hanging there but she could see that she was asleep or unconscious as her head hung limply back and her thick, wavy, golden hair tumbled down toward the floor, nearly to the girl's waist.
THE PILLORY!
Nearby another girl was locked in an old-fashioned pillory. Her neck and wrists were locked in holes in the pillory. The pillory was at a height, as Melody could see, that forced the girl to hold her body up straight to keep the pillory from choking her. Melody couldn't see the girl's face because of the tumbling mass of ebony hair that hung down over it. The girl was forced to hang her head a certain way because of the neck-hole, but Melody could see enough to know that the girl had a truly beautiful body.
"This is just a small sample of what we can do if necessary," Susan warned, as she led Melody from the room. After hobbling along behind her guide down a long corridor, Melody was let into a small room within which the only furniture was a small round stool embedded in the floor. After seating Melody on the stool, Susan reached up and locked the free end of Melody's neck chain to the ceiling, forcing her to sit bolt upright on the stool. Quickly Susan then locked Melody's manacles to the back of the stool so that she couldn't even raise herself to lessen the pressure on her neck. Then to make doubly sure that Melody couldn't move, Susan locked the chain between Melody's ankles to a ring embedded in the floor.
AN ETERNITY IN THE DUNGEON
"Ta-ta, have a nice nap," Susan cooed as she left the room and closed the door behind her. As Melody sat, chained to her stool and the ceiling and unable to even speak aloud to keep herself company, Melody tried to force out the thoughts that kept creeping into her mind. She didn't want to think about today, because that had been horrible; but even more so, she didn't want· to think or guess about what tomorrow would hold because she was haunted by the feeling that that would be even more horrible. So poor Melody just sat in silence, and thought… and tried not to think… and thought… and suffered.
(TO BE CONTINUED-so come visit Melody next time, 'cause you can be sure that she'll still be here sitting on her stool, waiting… and waiting… for things she doesn't yet even dream of.)