She quietly awoke after a dreamless sleep.

Silence.

But this wasn't her home. She was lying on her side on a large, soft couch, a pillow under her head. She tried to yawn and stretch a bit... and found that she couldn't.

Her arms were drawn behind her back and held there by sone sort of "thing" that was firmly keeping her hands palm to palm and her wrists together.

Her mouth was occupied by some strange thing that filled it almost completely, and some pressure was applied by some other thing under her chin. She managed to yawn around the "thing" and stretched the little she could. So she saw that her feet were tied at the ankles by means of a feet long rope, and by the way she was wearing some golden, very classy high stiletto heeled sandals on her bare feet. Bare feet? But her legs were bare too, her thighs were too. She was wearing only those never seen before shoes and some sort of a navel-short, sleeveless, thin cotton vest.

A dream?!? she wondered while trying to get up on her feet. Right then she suddenly discovered that she had been given a crotchrope and butt plug set too.

The place was a totally unknown house with old-looking furniture, thick carpets and wallpapers, dimly lit by lamps around, and she'd have identified its Visctorian side if she just had known what Victorian style was.

Unable to do much more, she started exploring. No opening to the rooms had any door, and there seemed to be no entrance door, windows or other kind of ways to go out.

Walking with some difficult because of the thick carpets, her heels, her tied ankles, the crotchrope, the butt plug and because she couldn't try to keep a better balance with her arms bound, she came to a large living-room. It had the same style of furniture, but the armchairs and the couch were finished in gold. The only modern thing in the room was a big television set.

There were some mirrors in the room, too, so she could see what had been done to her at last. The thing in her mouth was a red ballgag with a chin strap, while her arms were held in a rubber single glove or armsleeve buckled around her shoulders by means of leather belts- obviously she had never seen such things in her life, but understood their use at once.

She could see the crotchrope too. It was medium thickness nylon rope, very firmly tied. With some contortions that caused the crotchrope and butt plug to show their "side effects", she could see the thing that was occupying her rear canal. It was a mini, and it had a hole at its base the crotchrope was threaded through, with the double purpose of keeping the plug in while not letting him go too deep in.

She deeply sighed. There she was, all alone, half naked, in a strange and never seen before house. Bound. Gagged. Outrageously abused (her Mum always said that words when she warned about those and other parts of her body she wasn't supposed to let anyone touch).

Suddenly the TV set went on all by itself, and on the screen there was...

-- added by EW, August 17 2003

"Hello Amy," the man spoke in a pleasent voice.

Amy almost gasped. Her mother had always told her that kidnappers and child molesters would be fat, ugly, bald, old men. This man looked like a younger sexier Tom Selleck.

"My apologies for your present position," the handsome man smiled, "But you had better get used to it, because you now have 2 choices. This is choice number 1."

For the next 15 minutes Amy watched dozens of young girls between the ages of 8 to 12 sucking cock, eating pussy, getting fucked in the ass and pussy by cocks, fingers, and dildos. Most were in some kind of bondage. There was lots of whipping and spanking, and also nipple clamps, bastinado, even some electrical torture. But the girls who were on the sceen were obviously enjoying themselves, even the ones tied up and gettig whipped or sodomized were screaming for more and cumming. Men with girls, women with girls, and girls with girls.

"That is what will happen to you if you co-operate," the man smiled at her as he came back on screen," Resist and this is what will happen."

For the next 15 miutes little Amy sat horrified, trying to close her eyes to what she saw. There were very few who didn't co-operate, mostly ugly girls, but the tortures they recieved were horrible and brutal. Skin was peeled off slowly, girls were drowned in slime or buried with ants. Little Amy didn't know that those movies weren't real, thanks to the new advanced special effects at the disposal of the Slave Lords. Because they owned a movie studio as advanced as that used by George Lucas and Spielberg. But to little 9 year old Amy it sure looked real!

"Now, your ball gag will be removed for a few seconds, "The man smiled as a nude 8 year old girl entered the room, head bowed submissively, but obviously sexually excited.

"It is now your choice," the man said," Do you want choice number 1 to happen to you, or do you want choice number 2."

-- added by Tyval, August 18 2003

"Number 1! Number 1!," Amy screamed as soon as te other little girl removed her gag.

"That as very smart of you Amy," the man on the TV said.

She wouldn't really have suffered those particular tortures, but they could have sold her to some Arab or some petty African dictator. That would have been a shame and a waste considering that Amy was very pretty. Then again, all the girls they kidnapped chose #1.

Amy was surprised that the gag was left out. Her mouth was sore so for a few minutes she just licked her lips hoping to get some feeling back in them. The younger girl giggled and reached aroud Amy from behid, rubbing Amy'a nipples through the thin fabric. Amy tried to jerk away, when she heard a door open, also from behind.

"I would advise not attempting to struggle Amy," a woman's voice said.

The smaller girl spun Amy around. Amy's mouth opened in surprise. The woman looked just like Britney spears except that she was naked. The woman laughed.

"No Amy, I'm not her," the woman laughed," I do resemble her though. I am also a few years older than she is. My name is Felicia and I am your first trainer. I am going to release you just long enough to remove your clothes. I am a 7th degree black belt in karate so I advise you not to try to run or fight."

As an added precation Amy's ankles were cuffed together, then toe cuffs were placed on her big toes. Amy knew she was no match against a grown woman, especilly with 7 black belts. With her arms unbound Felicia pulled the thin garment off, leaving Amy in nothng but her panties. Amy wisely decided not to resist, her arms were numb and so she didn't even cover her little breast buds.

The younger girl, Jessica, had a pair of scissors and cut Amy's panties off, leaving her totally nude. Amy was shocked at how the girl had done that before she had even noticed. Felicia and Jessica then rubbed Amy's arms to return the circulation. A simple pair of handcuffs behind her back and Amy ws again helpless. Amy thought her feet would now be unbound, but was surprised as Felcia picked her up and carried Amy to a large bed in another room. Amy's wrists were now uncuffed, spread at either end of the bed and recuffed in soft fur lined leather restraints.

Most girls believed that they were about to be raped at this point, instead, Felicia nodded at Jessica, who left the room, but returned seconds later with two 10 year old Asian girls, also totally nude.

"This is Mei and Su Ling," Felicia smiled," They are Chinese orphans who would have been murdered because of China's insane population quotas. They are totally devoted to me and will do anything I ask. But the first choice is up to you Amy. The whip or the feather?"

Amy didn't know the feather was worse torture. Which will she choose?

-- added by Vicki, August 19 2003

Amy was confused - why make her decide between something so obviously painful, and something so obviously not? then again, maybe it was a bluff - make her go for the feather, when it was actually worse. oh, the pain of indecision! she felt so confused and frightened all at the same time.

"well?" said the lady " which one? failure to decide quickly enough will result in us choosing for you, and you wouldn't want that, would you?"

"N-no."

"So?"

"The feather! The feather!" Amy shouted in desperation at her predicament.

"I was hoping you'd say that. girls?"

Amy's eyes widened in fear, her heart rate quickened and an even deeper gnawing descended upon her stomach as the two asian girls stepped forward, both holding a short, brown leather handle with several strips of harder leather attached to the end.

"This is called the feather because the leather feels so soft when you stroke it, but when applied correctly is incredibly painful." said the asian girls, in perfect unison. they both had perfectly browned skin, completely smooth. Amy found herself staring at thier soft young bodies, confused at how enraptured she appeared to be by them. "and we should know" they continued "we've had it done to us too."

"Now lets start with a little taster." said one.

"good idea" said the other. they both took places on either side of the bed where Amy's naked, quivering form lay, the sweat beginning to form on her brow.

"Oh please don't hurt me! I'll do anything, I swear! Whatever you want, I'll do it!" tears began to form in her eyes as she realised fully what she was in for.

"It's too late for that now." said Mei.

"You don't seem to understand." said Su.

"You don't have a choice!" they chorused, the giggled. with that, Mei brought her feather down hard on Amy's stomach. Amy cried out, and started to sob. "please stop, please stop!" she said.

"No" said Su, and she brought her tenderiser down onto Amy's thighs. Burning pain shot up her legs, and Amy felt like she was going to die. the pain got worse as Su and Mei brought their implements down on her thighs and stomachs several times. then they stopped. Amy continued sobbing, but gasped "oh, thank you for stopping, thank you!"

"what don't you like it?" asked Mei "i think we'll have to increase the doasge, don't you Su?"

"oh yes. absolutely." and then Su climbed onto the bed, straddling her, facing down to her. Amy began to feel increasingly embarressed at how naked she was, blushing fiercly. the Mei climbed up and straddled her at the other end, putting one knee either side of Amy's head. Again Amy was confused about why she found their naked bodies so appealing, especially since it was now obvious they were enjoying themselves. They both smiled deciously. "Enjoying the view?" asked Mei, and then both girls giggled. Amy found herself blushing even more, as she could only turn her head away from the blissful sight of Mei's pussy and small pert ass all in one. she quickly closed her eyes though, as Su brought her tenderiser down directly onto her crotch, sending waves of agony coursing through her body. At the same time Mei brought hers down onto her small, pert nipples. They brought it down again and again, and it was only then that Amy realised what she had to do. Between her sobs she managed to cry out; “Y-yes, yes thank you, please do i-it more, thank you!” Both Mei and Su paused.

“I think she’s got the idea.” Said Felicia with a chuckle. “Girls, go and get ready for the next stage of her training. Jessica, be a dear and undo her cuffs. I just need to speak with our next helpers.”

Amy, only just recovered from her ordeal, was suddenly terrified as all three girls performed their tasks wordlessly. What was the next stage? What could she possibly be in training for? And who were Felicia’s next helpers, aside from the two girls that had carried out her punishment? And most pressing of all, why did she suddenly feel so enraptured by the asian girls, and secretly pleased that they would continue to be with her in the next stage? You decide!

-- added by Jixie, August 26 2003

"The featehr, the feather. Please don't whip me please, I've never even been spanked. I couldn't stand being whipped," Amy begged and pleaded.

"Very well Amy," Felicia said with a wicked smile as ehe eyes the nubile 12 year old nude body with it's just developing breasts, a bare "A" cup, Felicia guessed, capped by prominent coral colored nipples surrounded by pink areola and her hairlss pussy lips.

"Mei, Su Ling fasten Amy to the Bondage Triangle in the next room. Her feet aren't to touch the floor when you've finished. You'll find a bondage belt in there, put it on her to help support her weight.

"The two oriental girls led her to the adjacent room, one Amy hasn't been able to see before as she couldn't use her hands to open the door.

In the room were several different types of bondage apparatus, including the Bondage Triangle with it's many attatchment points.

Su Ling led Amy to the Triangle as Mei got two step stools and carried them over and placed one on either side of the Triangle. Mei then got the bondage belt and with Su Ling's assistance fastened it tightly around Amy's waist cinching it tightly enough that her waist measurement was narrowed almost two inches smaller than nurmal and emphasising her hips which have just begun to take on her approching teen aged body.

Each of them then took her and led her to the Triangle. She stood, with their assistance, on the indicated step which put her feet two feet above the floor.

Then the girls fastened chains and hooks to the bondage belt and fastening points on the sides of the traangle before putting cuffs on her wrists and ankles and two cuffs just above her knees. Chains were clipped onto steel rings on the cuffs as they had been on the bondage belt. Su Ling stood on the top step and fastened Amy's wrists to the top most attatchment point over her head and the got down again.

She looked at her sister and counted, "One, two, three," and the two pulled the step stools away leaving Amy spread wide open. She was stretched making her budding breasts ride high on her chest and keeping her legs wide apart so the position spread her virgin pussy lips open and she was totally open, helpless and vulnerable to anything at all. Anything including the feather which she'd come to dread as much or perhaps more than a flogger or whip.

Mei went to fetch her mistress and Felicia came into the Bondage Room with a plume in one hand and a stiffer feather in the other. The tip of the plume's quill was capped by a steel pen nib that gleamned in wickedly in the room's lighting, which highlighted Amy on the Triangle so that the cameras mounted on the walls could easily capture her as her torment began.

Felica moved to Amy and Mei brought over a padded stool for her mistress to sit on then she knelt on one side of her as Su Ling knelt on the other side of Felicia.

"Now Amy your training will begin. I will use the plume, it's steel tip and this stiffer feather on you until you've pee'd yourself and are begging me to be used in any sexual way I choose to use you."

That said Felicia lifted the plume and...

-- added by PhoenixPrime, August 26 2003