THE TRAINING OF EVE

BY ZOOL

[ part 2 ]

Eve awoke and felt herself being slapped on her face. I was Peter who was slapping her.

“Up bitch! Up worthless slave” she felt herself being dragged to her feet, she was barefoot now, Peter took hold of her by the hair and pulled her close to him, she barely came up to the base of his chest, he forced her to look up at him. “ Get up onto this pedestal” he ordered,. She shakily stood on the pedestal he indicated, it was a foot deep by three feet long by about a foot high and there were steel rings set into it. He produced two pairs of padded, leather cuffs and fastened them to her wrists and ankles then he attached the ankle cuffs by short chains to the steel rings on the pedestal, her feet were now secured about two feet apart. He then unfastened a long chain from the wall and lowered a steel bar to just over her head, he took her wrists and attached the cuffs to the bar, again, about two feet apart, then he pulled on the chain and raised it up, pulling her arms up with it. During this procedure she remained totally silent, fearing his wrath but her body was trembling all over.

Peter pulled on the chain and adjusted it until she was raised up just enough to be forced to stand on the tips of her toes and he secured it there. Her body was stretched taught in the shape of an “X” her eyes were now level with his. He stood there looking at her for a while, then he reached out and gently stroked her on her bare belly, caressing it gently, then he moved his hand down to her little skirt and took hold of the waist (or in her case hip!) band gripping it tightly.

“Do you know why your father wanted you to wear clothes you wouldn’t mind losing Eve?” Peter asked her, his grip on her skirt tightening, Eve was shaking with fear.

“N, n, no master” she said softly, Peter pulled sharply on the skirt, the flimsy material tore and he ripped the skirt off her and threw it across the room. He then put both of his hands on her thighs and slowly stroked them upwards, reaching behind her he stroked her buttocks and on up her back until he reached her blouse which he also gripped tightly with both hands.

“Do you know why he provided you with no clothes other than the ones you are wearing and that little white dress and white sandals ?” he continued.

“No master” she said, a little more loudly this time, recovering her composure some. Peter tightened his grip and pulled hard, tearing the thin material and roughly stripping the blouse from her trembling body, he threw this across the room also. Then he put his hands back on her body and took hold of her tiny halter top which had ridden up over her small, pale nipples.

“It is because you will be naked for the entire length of your stay with me, slave!” Said Peter, ripping the tiny garment off her, leaving her wearing nothing but her tanga knickers. He now placed his hands on her chest and gave her nipples a little tweak, then he moved his hands down to her threadbare knickers and took hold of them as he had with her other garments. “So naked you shall be” He pulled sharply, the threadbare material parted easily and her last garment was forcibly stripped from her, leaving her stark naked, bound and helpless.

Peter stood back and looked at her, he walked round her, taking in her naked body from every angle , her slim form, her budding breasts, her pert, round bum. There wasn’t an ounce of fat on her , the lines of her muscles could be faintly seen through her stretched, taught, gloriously golden skin.

“The next time you wear clothes, slave” he said, “Will be when you put on that white dress and those white sandals and I take you home to your father, do you understand?”

“Y, yes master” came the reply, Eve had stopped shaking now as her body adjusted to it’s situation.

Now Peter moved close to her and put his hands on her nipples, “Relax now slave, relax while I teach you the meaning of pleasure, surrender your body to it’s feelings!” he gently stroked and tweaked her nipples, she gasped and sighed at his touch, it made her feel, tingly. He moved his hands down her belly, caressing her soft skin, then his left hand moved round to her back, stroking her firm buttocks whilst his right hand slid down, down over her hairless mound making her gasp more. Next he stretched out the middle finger of his right hand and ever so lightly touched her little clitoris. He felt her body jerk and tremble.

“Ohhhhhh, master” she sighed. She had never felt like this before! She had often rubbed her own clit but had never let anyone else touch it! It felt so good! She felt funny inside, warm, electric, she couldn’t think how to describe the feeling! He rubbed her little clit gently in tiny circles, felt it stiffen, felt her hips pushing onto his hand ”Mmmmmmm, oh master”. He moved his hand down further, probing her slit, feeling her becoming moist and found her tiny love hole, he could feel her thin hymen partially covering the entrance to her vagina, carefully he eased one finger past it and thrust it into her moist love channel, “OOHHH MASTER!” she wailed “OHHHH YES, YES!” The feeling was incredible! She had slid her own little fingers in there before, but his were much bigger! It made her feel, full, warmer, sort of, content? He continued to frig her with his middle finger and moved his thumb to continue stimulating her little clitoris which was now firm and erect “OHHH G OD! OHHH MASTER YES!” she moaned loudly, faster and faster he moved his fingers and she kept thrusting her hips against his hand, trying to match his probing finger thrust for thrust, “Oh God” she thought, “This feels fantastic, incredible, what’s happening to me?” The warmth inside her was growing, her loins tingled, she felt something like a pressure building up inside her, felt wave after wave of electric tingling washing over her, each one more intense than the last until something exploded inside her! A burst of pure intense pleasure! Her body suddenly stiffened and juddered, “AAIIII! AIIIIIII!” she wailed “ AAIIII! AAAIIIII! AAAHHHHHHHH!” He felt her warm juices trickle over his hand as she climaxed. As she hung there, gasping and panting he raised his hand to his face, sniffed her sweet, young love juice and licked it off his fingers.

“That, slave, was your first lesson in pleasure, do you have anything to say to me?” She was panting and gasping hard, trying to catch her breath.

“Th, th, this s, slave, th, thanks her m, m, master for g, g, giving her p, p, pleasure!” she managed to gasp out as her love juices ran down her legs, “ Oh thank you master, thank you” she continued as she recovered her composure a little “ I didn’t know, I , I , oh God master! Wh, what happened?”.

“Hush slave” said Peter, “You climaxed, you came! For the first time if I’m not mistaken! “

“That’s what it feels like to come master?”

“For you at least little slave! Now, that was pleasure, but now comes the pain!” Eve’s eyes flashed wide open and a look of terror crossed her face. “A while ago, in the hall, you spoke out of turn, remember?”

“Y, yes master” Eve replied, tears had already begun to well up in her eyes.

“ I told you I would punish you later, that time has come slave!”. He walked across the room to a rack on the wall, took several items from hooks and brought them back to her, he held up each in turn and showed them to her, mostly belts and straps of varying length, thickness and suppleness. He explained to her how each one was devised to inflict varying degrees of pain without damaging the skin. Then he took a broad, thick leather strap and dangled it in front of her face, it had a wooden handle and was shaped like an elongated table tennis bat. “This one though”, he said, “is the punishment strap! This is designed to be used very hard, to inflict maximum pain over the widest area!” This was a procedure millennia old, show the helpless victim the instruments of torture to inflict maximum despair, and Peter was an expert at it. “You spoke out of turn, that is six strokes of the strap, you did not apologise or beg forgiveness, that is six more, finally, whilst I was ple asuring you, you spoke again without my permission, that is six more, you should have stuck to moaning and groaning! That is eighteen strokes of the strap slave, more than enough for your first real punishment”.

He moved round behind her, he decided not to bother with a gag, he wanted to hear her scream, to hear her beg for forgiveness, beg him to stop. Her body was shaking again, her chest heaving and panting as she anticipated the first blow, he raised his hand high and then brought the strap whistling down toward her naked buttocks, CRACK ! Was the sound it made as it struck her hard across the left cheek. At first she felt nothing but the impact of the strap striking her, it was only as the second stroke lashed her across the right cheek that a wave of hot, sharp pain flooded over the left. “AAAIIIIIII” She screamed “NO MASTER NO!”

“That’s another six strokes slave” said Peter, “Never say no to me and never do anything but scream when I am beating, you. Every actual word gets you another six strokes!”. He laid into her with the strap, lashing across her buttocks and thighs as she screamed and sobbed and as her small slim body bucked and jerked in her restraints. Peter laid blow after blow down on her, harsh, hard, stinging strokes, but never too hard, never hard enough to break the skin, never hard enough to bruise or damage, that was the golden rule, never step over the mark, but he was an expert at inflicting punishment on victims of all ages, an expert on delivering the maximum possible pain with no permanent damage. Eve was shrieking hysterically now, her buttocks and legs felt like they were on fire from the harsh punishment. Finally Peter stopped and hung the strap up where Eve could clearly see it. He stood back and looked at her, her body was covered in sweat. Her chest heaving as she tried to catch her breath which came in short sharp sobs. Her buttocks and the backs of her thighs glowed red from the thrashing that Peter had given her. Her face was red and tears rolled down her cheeks. Peter stood back and waited a little while for the hysterical sobbing to subside. As Eve began to calm down he spoke again.

“What do you say slave?” he waited for the answer, hoping it would be correct as he really had no desire to inflict more pain on his new, untrained victim.

“Th, th, th, this slave, “sob”, th, th, thanks, her master, “choke” f, f, f, for her p, p, punishment”.

“Very good slave” said Peter, “But that is the last time I will prompt you to give the correct response, in the future, if you fail to respond accordingly to a given situation, you will be thrashed even harder, do you understand slave?” Eve began to recover a little.

“Yes master” came the answer, clear and precise. Peter placed his hands on her buttocks, stroking the hot, glowing flesh, feeling the warm skin, feeling her flinch at his touch.

“Good slave, now we are getting somewhere, in future if you wish to speak you must kneel down in front of me or any master or mistress, lean forward and place your forehead on the floor and wait until you are given permission to speak, understood?” Eve nodded. “Good, at all other times you will kneel normally in the presence of masters and mistresses. If you are restrained though, then and only then may you speak first and then only to say “May I speak master or mistress?” Then you must wait for permission! Do you understand slave?”

“Yes master”, came the reply. Peter grunted in satisfaction and walked away from her, he picked an item up off a bench and returned, holding it up so she could see it. It was like a large rubber bung with straps on it.

“This, slave, is a gag, I will place it in your mouth and then secure it in place with these straps. It serves to silence you, not that I mind hearing you scream, it serves to make you feel more helpless and this kind also gives you something to bite on. Biting on something helps when pain becomes intense, without it you would probably grit and grind your teeth and could damage them. See how I have your best interests at heart slave!”

“Yes master, thank you master”, came the reply.

“Very good slave, now open wide”, Eve obeyed and opened her mouth wide, Peter inserted the gag, it went a couple of inches into her mouth, he allowed her to adjust her teeth around it then he fastened it behind her head, pulling the straps tight. “ You have already felt pain as punishment slave, now I will begin to teach you something about pain as stimulation. He went back to the bench and returned with two more objects, “ These, my little slave, are nipple clamps, they are, as their name implies, clamped onto the nipples. They produce various degrees of pain, all depending on how they are adjusted, in your case we will, of course, start at the lowest setting”. Eve’s eyes widened in terror as her master reached out towards her chest!