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    inspiration.


    A VACATION FOR JESSICA  CHAPTER IX............in which    "Simon SAYS!!"
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        Had he appeared in theatrical make-up, Simon could not have looked
    more suited to his profession. He was unusually tall, 6',6" at least
    and thin to the point of appearing gaunt. His craggy face and large
    nose were topped by a thick shock of unruly brown hair. His eyes were
    deep set and piercing. He was dressed entirely in black leather.
    Pointed toe boots were covered by tight leather trousers. he wore no
    shirt under a black leather vest although his work-place was damp and
    quite cold. Gold chains, several of them higlighted his protruding
    Adam's Apple. He wore one black glove on his right hand which presently
    held a riding crop.  Simon held a title..."Chief Torturer" One mean't
    more to terrify the inmates than to distinguish him. On each of the six
    heavy wooden cell doors were two brass plaques "Punishment Room #..."
    and beneath it a second "SIMON, Chief Torturer" At present he moved
    about room # 3 readying it for the first visit of the new woman, "Mrs.
    Brown" The dark stone walled cell was no more than eight feet square.
    Illuminated by a real "torch" flaming on a corner wall, the furnishings
    included a heavy chain with collar attached hanging straight down from
    the center ceiling. Manacles and Collars attached in pairs to the side
    walls and a heavy, rough hewn oaken chair occupied a spot under the
    hanging chain. A large rustic trunk in the corner, it's lid open,
    displayed a vast collection of straps, whips, manacles and God knows
    what. The floor was of dirt. Simon's attention to preparation was
    interrupted by a buzzing sound........the card access alarm announcing
    it's victim. This electronic addition the the medieval setting was
    strange as was the small notebook computer on a shelf by the door.
    Glancing at the display, Simon was informed that prisoner #2106 was
    outside. Jessica L. Brown, Novice Maid was to receive corporal
    discipline. 5 strokes missed at the scheduled morning session and the
    10 "voluntary lashes" selected for noontime. Her status was "RELAXED
    RESTRAINT, FULLY GAGGED". Satisfied, Simon pushed hard on the wooden
    door and it creaked open bumping the small grey clad figure that stood
    alone with knees visibly shaking. Jessica, blindfolded, gagged, in leg
    irons and her hands bound palms together thought she would faint with
    fear. To make matters worse, Cindy before inserting the access card and
    leaving, had pulled one of the dreaded hoods over Jessica's bald head,
    knotted the drawstrings tightly at her throat then replaced the maids
    hat. Simon grinned at the sight of his new charge and seizing the loose
    end of rope, pulled her stumbling in by the wrists. Simon had his plans
    for the prisoner well laid out. At first, there would be no personal
    contact...no clue for Jessica as to what was happening. Even before the
    door closed behind her Jessica could feel the difference in this place.
    It was colder not only in temperature but in spirit.  Who was this
    Simon and what would her payment be like. Even through the hood and her
    gag, Jessicas could smell the damp odor of this room.  For the first
    time she was glad to have at least the unniform to help keep out the
    chill.  Her thoughts wandered to Dr. masters and his explanation of her
    paying off the bounced check by visits to the dungeon.  Well he
    certainly was right there.  This place felt positively medieval and
    terrifying...and as yet Simon had not made a sound.  The silence, as
    intended, made jessica very nervous.  She felt her hands being untied.
    She felt herself being pushed against the cold, damp wall.  Her arms
    were being pulled upward and attached to restraints high on the wall.
    The next thing she knew, her skirt was lifted and tucked into her
    apron.  She felt her body tighten and her muscles shiver in
    anticipation of the first blow. <THWACKK!!!> The sharp solitary sting
    of that first blow made Jessica weak.  Not the whip or the paddle but
    something, a switch or a crop <?!?!>  And not on her ass but on her
    thigh.  With the first strike jessica's thigh SCREAMED!  The steady
    burning that followed tore through her whole body.  The second stroke
    landed on the opposite thigh.  Jessica tried to move...to get
    away...but all she felt was that cold wall scraping at her chest. Each
    strike was being timed.....just as each went from stinging to burning
    another found it's mark.  Despite the coldness of the room, Jessica
    began to sweat! Five strokes tore at her body before they ceased.  When
    she was not released, Jessica reminded herself of what she already
    knew. She owed ten more "noon-time" strokes now..... She could scarcely
    catch her breath through her sobbing...she felt her feet roughly kicked
    as wide as her chain would allow.  She was totally unprepared for what
    she felt when the first of these blows landed on the soft skin of her
    right inner thigh.  Every muscle in her body convulsed.  Had she not
    been virtually hanging from the wall, she knew she would have fallen to
    her knees. The second stroke landed just slightly higher than ther
    middle of her inner thigh, the third...even higher!  Even through the
    searing stomach-sickening pain, the thought of where the next stripe
    might land made Jessica crazy!  This was NOT lost on Simon.  The next
    three blows were laid to her LEFT inner thigh.  Her entire body shook
    violently with each new blow.  She clawed at the wall but could find
    nothing to hold onto but sklimy rock.  She pressed herself tighter
    against the wall trying to escape Simon's tortures. In a finale', Simon
    administered the last four lashes to the tender undersides of both
    buttocks.  Then, still without speaking, he released her wrists from
    their restraints on the wall.  Jessica collapsed to her knees, sobbing
    into her dark, cloth prison.  Simon with no sign of compassion or pity
    hoisted her to her feet and tied her hands unnecessarily tight behind
    her back.  Her torturer pulled the cap off her head and fumbling with
    the throat cords, he untied the cloth hood and pulled it off her,
    staying directly behind her.  As though he had done it a thousand
    times, practically in oone motion, Simon pulled her hat back down over
    her eyes and stuffed her hood in her apron pocket. He made no move to
    pull down the back of her dress. Only as the door opened and Jessica
    was pushed out into the corridor did  Simon speak. "Now go to work Mrs.
    Brown. I'll be awaiting you after dinner <heheheheeee>" The door
    creaked shut and Jessica was alone in the hallway....Confused,
    heartsick and in pain like she'd never known. Her legs were on FIRE!
    from the inside out it seemed...and it grew more intense...not less.
    She SCREAMED! into her gag with every movement of her legs! <"MORE??
    THERE WOULD BE MORE AFTER DINNER?!?!"> It couldn't possibly be...Dr.
    Masters was only scaring her.....<"Have to go to work..where???.....up
    the hall???? toward the light ?"> The damned cap was over her eyes and
    so thick was this one that she could only make out light.  She began to
    walk toward it. It took all she could do to make her legs move.....each
    movement intensified the pain <"Oh God!!!! What if they ARE going to
    whip me?!?! What if it's my thighs again??!!!......THEY WOOUULLDDNN'TT
    !!!! "?!?!" Jessica lost it and sobbed hysterically at the thought of
    ANYTHING EVER touching her scourged thighs...  Even with her mind
    nonfunctional and her body screaming in pain.. Jessica knew she had to
    move and she tried.  At one point the light became brighter to one side
    and something told her it was a lamp in the hall. Like a moth she found
    her way to it and tried desparately to hook her hat on something so she
    could at least see where she was going.  After countless tries at a
    curly-que piece on the lamp, she got a purchase on the ruffle of the
    hat and she began to lower her body...hoping to God not to knock over
    the lamp. The heat was INTENSE and she had to put her face right
    against the bulb to keep contact.  As she lowered ever so gently,
    Jessica felt the strong elastic of the cap giving enough for it to ride
    up on her forehead.  She managed to get the ruffle over her eybrows and
    at last she could see!  As she rose and pulled away from the light..the
    cap SNAPPED! right back down where it had been and blind again,she
    began the process all over.  So engrossed was she that she almost forgot
    the pain racking her body. Once again, crouching and bending just so
    Jessica managed to hook the lampt under her cap and once again she
    began to lower gently...ever so gently.  Then! without warning Jessica
    felt the cap just FLY! off her head...!!! Like someone had grabbed it!
    Her bald head felt cold the light still blinded her but to a large
    shape...a man!!! "Very ingenious Mrs. Brown < hehehe > You were doing
    quite well but I felt compelled to offer my assistance < hehehehe >"
    Jessica recognized the voice of Robert Masters. "My, my, my, such a
    transition...< hehehehehe > and in what Jessica took as a mocking way
    he lightly rubbed her hairless skull then at arms length, neatly
    replaced her cap...drawing it to eye-brow level and covering her ears.
    Masters seized her arm and began to propel her down the hall beside
    him. Jessica was mortified at what she must have looked like taking
    long steps and trying to keep her legs apart..she was nearly jumping!!
    "Dear Jessica!" you really must have caught Simon at a bad time...caned
    thigh's are usually for the second or third visit!! < hehehehe >
    Jessica's mind could only be described as "dead" She was acutely aware
    of who and where she was, what had just happened to her, who was
    dragging her along to somewhere...but it was all dull....and didn't
    matter.  They made a sharp right turn and practically bursted out of
    some double doors. The were outside and headed across the parking lot
    toward the dormitory. Entering the building, the pair headed for the
    back and in the laundry area they found Sandra at an ironing board.
    She wore only panties and bra and 4" black heels with the ankle ends of
    "serving chains" Serving chains were essentially handcuffs with 18"
    ankle chains and 12" wrist chains. But these were connected by a
    padlocked chain 2-3' in length depending. While not overly resrictive,
    it was difficult for a woman to forget she was a prisoner. As the pair
    entered unexpectedly, Sandra turned to them mutely. By her fatigued
    expressionless eyes, even Jessica knew this girl had been wearing her
    RKG + for an awfully long time. Masters quickly unfettered the Warden
    and tossed the restraints aside. He made no motion toward her gag
    though jessica saw the anticipation flash across her eyes. The M.I.T.
    logic was oh so simple. Masters had a task for Warden Sandra. She would
    need to walk and use her hands. She would NOT need to speak...she would
    remain gagged until...whenever.  "Sandra, I want you to freshen up Mrs.
    Brown here. She may shower and you'll tend to her stripes. Take her to
    the kitchen for supper. Then you will prepare her for cocktails. You
    know the routine...are there questions??" Sandra slowly shook her head.
    Master's gaze fixed on the bewildered Jessica. "And you??" Jessica just
    stared...her head was full of questions but none mattered..she shook
    her head. "Or if you don't like cocktail parties I'll have you dropped
    off back at Simon's" Jessica didn't know whether he was joking but she
    earnestly shook her head again. "Then that's 6:00 at my office...oh,
    yes! I'll have her in RED! please Sandra......< hehehehe >

        A few hours later, at 6:00........Jessica was in RED! Sandra
    wearing only a gray shift instead of her usual Warden's uniform raised
    the knocker twice on the heavy oaken door to Dr. Masters' office. She
    was indeed sad...seeing all the preparations for tonight's cocktail
    party...smelling the goodies in the kitchen as Jessica was fed, Sandra
    couldn't understand why she had not at least been chosen as part of
    security...but she would never know and as the door opened and Robert
    Masters nodded to her and drew Jessica inside, in serving chains again
    and the same soiled RKG +, she plodded back to her area and more ironing.
    Within the office, Masters smiled broadly at the sight that greeted his
    eyes. Sandra had done marvelously!  Jessica stood at attention and in
    spite of her pained thighs, held her legs together and balanced on 5"
    red patent heels with LOCKING ankle straps. Her dress nearly defied
    description. A sleeveless scarlet sheath fit her like a second skin
    from the Mandarin collar to the skirt that hugged her contours then
    flaired prettily at the knee. Her breasts were uncovered and protruded
    through perfectly fit circular openings..and these were bordered in a
    red ruffle that encircled the base of Jessica's breasts. The dress had
    a heavy 5" wide belt drawn tightly in and held by a large upholstered
    buckle.  The material from which the "regulation" dresses was made
    remains a mystery...with the lustre and shine of silk or taffeta the
    cloth had no give to it's weave and was as strong as canvass! Masters
    turned his charge about to view the back and was delighted. From just
    above her buttocks and opening in a large "heart" or perhaps more of an
    "apple" shape........Jessica's ass was well exposed and the nicest
    touch was the same red ruffled border all around the area.  Sandra had
    bound Jessica perfectly. She had laid her arms parallel at the small of
    the back and actually laced the sparkling white rope through her wrists
    and arms while affixing them to the thick belt as well. Her hands lay
    at opposite elbows and she had NO movement available to her. But then
    Sandra had simply passed a 20' rope atop her breasts and drew it back
    tightly....she wanted the rope to sink into the womans arms...deep! It
    did and she repeated the process laying four rows of perfectly spaced rope
    above her breasts and four rows just below the bust. The effect was
    like out of a bondage magazine. Stunning rope bondage...overdone... and
    Jessica Brown might as well have been in an upper body cast.  Masters
    tried to appraise her head bondage and was pleased again with the
    Wardens work. The captive's head was swathed in red scarves. The only
    exception was what Masters knew to be a 32" square white acetate
    kerchief in Jessica's mouth.  The cloth had been in-folded until it
    could present a large "V" shaped wad. This was packed deep in her
    mouth, jacking up her jaws painfully. Next a large red scarf was passed
    over her skull and the ends knotted. However, instead of under her chin
    the ends were drawn through her teeth and buried into the "V" wadding
    then pulled too tightly! The cloth bit at the sides of her mouth and
    caused her to have to hold her own jaws wide open to reduce the pain.
    her cheeks were distended  in a grimace. To any observer it looked most
    painful...and it was.  Now the ends were pulled back and knotted behind
    her neck very tightly! and she found her head almost immobile. Any
    movement of her head caused the rigid cloth to press the gag inward.
    Masters knew too, that although it felt soft and smooth now, the slick
    scarf would soon become slippery with saliva and would continuously
    slide back in her throat causing poor Jessica endless bouts with her
    gag reflex. Another large red scarf was tied over her head with the
    ends knotted behind and the cloth at eyebrow level. She looked like a
    chemotherapy patient. This was the scarf of the "bald ones"  The sight
    of Jessica in this condition was more than even Masters had expected.
    Perhaps because she was not blindfolded, all of her consisted of two
    bright green eyes....the fight having left them, her small nose and the
    gagged "grin" of her mouth. Yes, Masters was hot. He turned her around
    and she felt fingers near her anus and wondered "what now?" Masters had
    retrieved the antenna wire leading to her "pager". Now the foot-long
    green wire hung conmspicuously from her rectum. "You'll be needing that
    tonight Jess <hehehehe>" and he took her arm and led her out of the
    office on a forced march to the ballroom.






















