Felt like its been a while since I wrote anything in here ....Too long possibly, but have had other things on my mind. 

I am moving forward with my life and making changes ( dont we all ?) I am in no rush nor am I chasing anyone in particular, just settling back in after a long absence. I will be spending more time in here between writing pages of fiction as that is my greatest love of all. BDSM comes second place to the fantasy world that my imagination creates, it is so easy to get lost in my writing that I forget to eat n sleep. It is an addiction at times ... 

The Barn...

The ropes hung down from the ceiling hook, long rough cords of thick tough old hemp, they trailed down to the ground and gathered there in two piles. The willing pet was led into the barn naked except for her thick black hood her arms folded behind her back, her hair gripped in a big fist. The packed earth floor of the barn was dry and almost dusty with the hay and straw that was gathered in the stalls, the only light from bare weak lightbulb. The female pushed and shoved into the open center of the barn close to the ropes. Then commanded to lay on her back her legs open and knees bent, willingly she obeyed at once, trusting her Master.
The thick rough hemp rope feels hot as the friction it generates, the Master's leather gloves wrapping one length twice around the girls left ankle then doubling it over again pulling that joint back to her buttock. The hemp pulled tightly and wrapped over the willing pet's upper thigh, her ankle pressing into the back of her leg, her calf sandwiched and trapped. The Master's leather gloves working quickly binding the girl's left leg tighter and tighter, forcing the willing pet to bend her knee fully. Tying off with several knots so that hemp can hold that limb trapped. Smiling coldly he repeats the process on her right leg, satisfied that her lower limbs are now firmly held he takes up the slack so that her legs now hover a few inches off the floor as she lays on her back, her arms untied and awaiting her Master's pleasure. There is the rough feeling of straw against her shoulders as she feels her wrists being binded by a shorter length of hemp … her arms pulled straight out above her head as the bale of straw is worked under the willing pet's back and shoulders … The naked flesh stratched by the straw as it is pushed under her, further the bale is moved under the willing pet the higher her legs, though trapped, are raised. So that the bale of straw acts like a pivot on which the girl lays, her full naked breasts exposed under the bare light with only the hood to cover her until it is removed. Before he removes that hood he anchors her tied wrists to the floor behind her outstretched arms. The Heavy Iron floor ring providing the anchour point.
Smiling her master stands before wearing tight pants and boots, in his leather covered hands a flogger that he uses the pet's breasts and cunt, whipping them slapping her cunt only to flog her again. The longer he continues the wetter she becomes and the louder her moans, until they fill the barn. Her body shivering and trembling both with the heat of her sweat and the chill of the barn, the smells of the horses in her noseas her ginger hair hangs down behind her, falling between her arms. The flogger's tails strike her ful heavy breasts and exposed nipples, the pink buds sorely tempted and teased by the flogger's long tails. As her breasts feel the hot sting of the flogger her cunt feels the soothing attention of her Masters gloved hand. Her cunt and clit slapped and then rubbed, only to be slapped again. The girl's Master leaning over her as he walks around her, stopping by her head. The flogger's sting warms the girls inner thighs and cunt as her Master unzips his pants and slaps his cock against her face and lips.
“Open wide slut … time you learnt to suck cock again !” He snarls as that cock is forced into the willing pet's mouth, the head of the shaft pushed deep inside without mercy making the girl gag and cough. The girl's ginger hair sticking to her forehead as she sweats under the assault, the man seemingly not happy until his entire length is forced inside and his ball sac is pressing on her lips. The flogger's tails move from cunt to tits and back again as the girl's struggles become more obvious and her need more dire. The combined pain of her legs and back along with the stinging of the flogger , plus the full mouth and throat adding as much to her arousal as to her discomfort. Her Master sensing her body's needs eases off the flogging and turns his gloved attention to her cunt. Rubbing her folds and lips before shoving two long thick leather fingers into that dripping wet tight cunt. The man pumping his wrist in time with the efforts of his cock so that the willing pet is spit roasted on his hand and cock. The rough straw supporting the girl as she rocks against the gloved hand, her cunt milking those fingers and clutching that leather as her orgasm demands her body's attention.
“ohhhhhhhh please Master ….. Pleassssssse “ she begs as her body shakes and loses control, her cunt unable to suppress it's true feelings anylonger. The willing pet soaking the straw and her inner thighs as well as that gloved hand. “ awwwwwwwwwwwww fuck !” She moans louder as she arches her back fully and comes again... The feeling of satisfatision overtakes her body's natural senses when a moment later she tastes the long white saltly seed of her Master spitting down her thoat. The bliss of the orgasm sweeps her away as she closes her eyes for what she believes is only a moment, waking hours later in her Master's bed...

A time of sorrow
King Mithral had been on the throne of Kaldoran for forty-seven years, he was old and his body tired, having outlived two wives his days as king were numbered. His five children had grown up in the palaces and castles of Kaldoran all their lives, the two eldest, his sons were twins. Lorigard and Mawlgard, the three daughters Eleanor, Leonora, and Freya had been expected to marry at the turning of their eighteenth birthdays. Their husbands decided by single combat, Duke Barrotti from the lands of the great southern deserts, had won the tournament that secured him the hand of Princess Eleanor The Duke a supporter of Prince Lorigard had great courage and skill with the long blade and lance.
Princess Leonora's hand had been won a year later in the Summer of the twin moons, her new husband Count Radczek of the Northern Ice Mountains. The Count firmly supporting Prince Mawlgard in his claim for the throne, seeing the chance for greater power and control over more lands if successful. Only Princess Freya the youngest of the five children was different, on the moment of her birth there had been a triple eclipse the twin moons of kaldoran in perfect alignment blocking out the sun. It was a sign from the ancient powers that the child would be special, a gifted creature that would one day be called upon to make tough choices, to either save her lands or let them fall to an unseen enemy. Unlike her brothers and sisters that all bore the same clear ice blue eyes Freya hand been born with eyes that were green but held tiny flecks of amber, even her features were different. Not tall or swarthy like her brothers, nor tall and slender with the lightest of blonde hair like her sisters. Princess Freya's features were small and delicate, her frame slight and sleek like that of a Doe, her hair dark flowing in tight long curls.
And so it was in the season of the falling shadows in the year 966 that King Mithras passed away, the frail body weakened by by the constant squabbling and infighting between his two sons. Lorigard and Mawlgard had been bitter rivals from birth, as the years had passed neither one had mellowed or softened, the entrenched rivalry had only grown. The Princes now twenty-four years of age were no more mature now then they had been at the onset of adulthood and the passing of childtimes. Princesss Eleanor and Leonora had been at their father's side when the old man drew his last breaths, their husbands waiting for old King Mithras to expire, eager to seize more power. In those last moments all that Kith Mithras had fought to hold together began to shatter and splinter into pieces, old misplaced loyalties and feuds resurfaced. The united Kingdom of Kaldoran was about to revert to it's petty differences and weaknesses, what had binded the race known as mankind now threatened it's very survival. Only it didn't know it yet, mankind would have to wait for the cracks to appear and the real enemy to reveal it's self. The Seven Regions and feifdoms would choose who they supported to be king, the twin Princes equalled in both physical and mental stature. Two men determined to rule, both cunning and cruel, their supporters would pay in human blood for their loyalties. Even as the old King drew his last breaths the two Princes fought over the crown that had laid on the dying man's chest. Daggers had been drawn, blood spilled, Prince Lorigard left wounded but not mortally, his brother siezing the crown and claiming the throne. Prince Mawlgard clutching onto the crown then demanding the immeadiate arrest of his brother along with his brother's supporters. Prince Mawlgard having flooded the castle with his own soldiers and supporters, the men kept waiting in the shadows for the signal to strike and seize the walls and keep of the citidel. The struggle between the two brothers had been fierce and bitter, like a pair of cobra's they had danced with blades drawn each looking for a clear opportunity to strike and deliver the fatal blow. No ammount of pleading by their sisters could prevent the bloodshed, twenty-four years of bitter rivalry had finally errupted. Prince Mawlgard's blade had made the telling blow, just missing his brothers eye it sliced through muscle and tissue. The blood flowed freely from Prince Lorigard's cheek, the six inch long gash may have just missed his eye but would leave a terrible lasting scar. Snarling the bleeding Prince clutched his cheek, the taste of failure, rage and anger filled his mouth along with the salty sicklyness of his own blood. Dragged off by his sister Princess Eleanor and her husband Duke Barrotti, the three along with several of the Prince's soldiers fled the royal chambers as Mawlgard began to shout for his own supporters. His brother's blood staining his blade, dripping onto the bed that held his dead father. Mawlgard's words ringing in his brother's ears as Lorigard fled. The pealing of the bells sounding out across the city alerting all to the passing of the old King Mithras, royal heralds loyal to Prince Mawlgard announcing his succession to the throne and the banishment of his brother Lorigard. The flame red banners with the golden dragon flying over the citadel's walls and towers, the royal symbol of Mawlgard declaring to all his reign had began.
The only member of the royal household not present in the dying King's bed chamber was Princess Freya. Her maids under strict orders from her father and tutors, commanded to secret her away before the final hours, the young girl confused by the sudden urgency of departure, and the lack of royal guards or manservants. Her journey and destination a closely guarded secret, the gifted child had grown and matured into a young girl of sixteen years. With only her maid and her tutor the three had slipped out of the quiet west gate just as darkness had began to fall, no fanfare or guards in tow, simply three common people heading out of the city. Freya had no idea that it was to be the last time she would see her home for a long time, had she known what lay ahead of her she may have turned back or taken a second look. Armed only with the knowledge that her life was in danger and the one man that could protect her now lay dying. Tears filled her eyes and ran down her face, afraid of her future and the road ahead. Princess Freya's mind was filled with unanswered questions that plagued her mile after mile as the horse led her away from the bright fires of the citidel. With only her old tutor and her closest maid for company, the three kept to the hard cobbles of the road for as long as possible. The need for urgency and secrecy kept from the young girl, the cobbles would hide their tracks until they were close enough to the place that would hide them.
The night was dark and the skies rain filled, the heavy storm clouds unleashed their burdens, lit by the long bolts of lightning and the rumbling of distant thunder. The simple woolen cloak that covered Freya's slim body kept the worst of the rain off but even then it only served as an umcomfortable reminder of her present position and confusion. Whenever she felt they would stop the tutor Delnock snapped bitterly grumbling to himself and tugged on her horse's reins. “We have to keep moving … we are not safe here ...” The old man moaned, his joints aching from the cold and wet. They had chosed this road because it would be deserted on a foul night like this, only the shadow creatures would venture outdoors in such weather. Salima the maid remained quiet and shivered under her cloak, she knew that the princess was in mortal danger, her instructions had come from King Mithras himself. In two days they would leave the cobbles of the West road and head into safer pastures but it would be a vey hazadous two days without the protection of any royal guards or soldiers.
Bandits freely roamed these parts and often attack caravans along this road, the further ther party of three would travel away from the citidel the greater danger from attack would be. Delnock was clearly aware of this but it was a risk they had to take, the leyline stations would be closely monitored and any passengers watched. No despite all the risks this was the safest way he told himself.

The submission of Baby Jane
By H.Brown
There is no such thing as black and white in real life, only shades of grey that blur and merge into one-another. Don't be fooled into believing that all we observe is really all we are seeing, our eyes and senses are often deceived. This story though short in length covers many such shadows and shades just when you think you have seen all I hope you discover a new mental image. Your own imagination is the most powerful thing that this story can hopefully unleash, I hope with this story I manage to open a few eyes to a world that lays hidden and secretive even today. It is a world that is feared for it is simply different to that which we see all around us or at least believe we are observing.

The Submission of Baby Jane (strictly for Adults)

Prologue …

At this point I feel I should remind any reader that this is a work of dark BDSM fiction, the

emphasis on the word fiction. It is not a statement of any intent nor any kind of personal

reflection by the author, all the characters and events depicted are totally fictitious, any

resemblance to anyone living or dead is purely coincidental. If easily offended by work of such

nature please feel free not to read further... Some sections are darker than others but all play a

small part in the story.

I wrote this purely from a personal point of view in that I wanted to create a story with real

atmosphere and one that could possibly lead the reader on a journey into the dark misty world of

BDSM Fantasy. It is written in eight parts each leading into the next until it concludes, it was

originally written in the first person view but I feel that this new version is far better and much

more detailed...

As a reader you may want to pause and reflect between each part or simply dive into the

following section, that is your choice, I hope those that take the trouble and time to read this

work enjoy this brief outing into fantasy. If it inspires anyone to write anything of a similar

nature then I feel that I have done my craft well.

(Remember that real life is often far more cruel than fiction, please bear this in mind when

reading this short work) *

A dreamer awakes ( Part One)

Jane Monroe stirred in her sleep, her mind feeling foggy and slow. She felt the warm wet touch

of her sweat as it ran down her body. Her arms and shoulders ached, wrists and ankles feeling

strangely sore. There was an unfamiliar heavy feeling of an iron collar pressing on her neck, the

metallic rattle of the chain that held it tight. Around her ankles iron shackles rubbed against her

bare skin, the 3 foot long spreader bar between them, anchored to the cool dirty concrete floor of

that dark cellar. The sound of trees blown by strong winds and crickets outside the cellar's walls.

Between her legs there was a drain set into the concrete floor which her wide open legs

straddled. Her black nightie hung open from her aching shoulders, torn and ripped leaving her

breasts and soft downy furry cunt ,closely trimmed but left to grow in a soft tender blanket,

exposed.

Stirring, Jane tried to ease her aching shoulders but discovered her arms were stretched out

above her head, wrists in metal shackles and chained about 12” apart.

“what the fuck ? “ Jane's mind screamed as the fog started to slowly clear ...A long thick Iron

chain hung from a large black cast iron evil looking meat hook above her head, set into thick

worn timbers that support the ceiling. The only light in that cellar coming from a single bare light

bulb that burns weakly. No windows to speak of save for the small vent set high up in the wall

behind her through which the sounds of some distant woodland outside drifted in.

The floorboards above Jane creaked, loud course laughter and the sound of bottles emptying as

glasses met .. To Jane's right a single door was set into the red brick wall, it's faded paint peeling.

her mouth was dry and she had no idea of the time or her location, or how long she had been

there in that cellar. Snatched from the warm comfort of her big soft bed and friendly warn

familiar bedroom in the middle of the night. Fearful of her surroundings she started to scream

and cry for help as her senses started to return. Jane's limbs struggling in the tight

robust iron constraints...

“Oh holy fuck … “ Jane's rapidly waking mind cried when her eyes adjusted too their

surroundings. On the wall facing her, Jane's eyes start to make out a carefully laid array of sexual

toys and BDSM tools.. Most of the stuff she had only ever seen in pictures and images on her

pink laptop when curiosity had gotten the better of Jane one night after her then boyfriend had

suggested to her that he wanted to try tying her up. At first she thought this was some kind of

prank her boyfriend had dreamed up, wanting to experiment with some kinky foreplay, some

kind of strong demanding sexual role play act. Not believing that this was real, hoping that the

iron shackles and chains would come off as soon as she either screamed and cried enough or

gave into her boyfriend's new kinky demands. Vowing to get revenge on him as soon as she was

free...

“OK Bobby the joke's fucking over, now let me out of these things !” Jane waited, shouting at the

top of lungs, “come on you kinky bastard if you are going fuck me then get it over with , I

expect you to buy me a new nightie .. “ Jane shook her head, clearing it as much as she could,

wondering how on earth her boyfriend had managed to get her down here, where-ever here was ?

“And when I find out who helped you they are gonna be sorry...!” Jane threatened angrily her

mood rapidly sinking, no longer caring for her boyfriend's idea of a kinky sexy drama.

In the top far corner of the cellar a red light blinked... it's low-light camera capturing all the girl's

actions. The stairs behind that faded peeling door creaked, two black masked figures appeared as

the door handle turned and they entered the cellar.

“Nice disguises Bobby, who is your friend is that Tommy or maybe it' s Roy ?“ Jane stared at the

two disguised hidden faces. “Come on guys a joke's a fucking joke let me out of these things,

playtime is over...” A deep scowl crossed Jane's face. “Look guys I don't care for this kinky shit

any longer, so FUCKING LET ME OUT OF HERE ! “ Jane shrieked loudly at the top of her

voice. Her eyes staring at the two men in their black ski masks, trying to make out who was

hiding behind the masks. Both wearing dirty faded denim jeans, oil stains that ran down thick,

strong, powerful thighs. The pair laughed again … only this time they were not in the room

above but directly in front of the captive Jane.

” So the whore has woken up at last ...” The first says with a deep southern drawl.

“She sure has J .. they must have heard her plumb near right across the creek ...” the second

laughs.

“Huh …. who the fuck are you two ? Heckle and Jeckle I don't fucking know who put you up to

this but when I get out of here I am gonna make him fucking sorry …” Jane cursed spitting at the

men as the closed the door behind them and approached the hanging captive.

“Won't do her no good will it K ?” The first of the two men replied joking. “No-one comes this

way cept us and these whores...” his hand wiping the spit from his mask, the back of his hand

flying across the short distance between them catching Jane across the cheek and lip..

“That's so damn true J “ The second joins in... spitting into the stinging face of the captive

teenage girl...

“So scream all you want you FUCKING BITCH ! cuz no body is gonna save ya !” The first

man known as J added as he and his partner turned away from a very surprised and shocked

Jane. So used to getting her own way in her closeted, soft comfort lined life. Unable to take in

this newly discovered situation.

“Look guys enough is enough let me down please this cuff things are hurting me, you've had

your fun her the joke's over, I give in, I'll do what ever you want, just let me down..

Please ?” Jane tried to summon all her remaining composure and self restraint whilst secretly

planning to scream bloody murder and reek revenge on the pair once she was free. The two men

turned their backs on her, leaving her hanging from those chains and iron shackles,walking over

to the wall of toys and BDSM tools.

Standing under the weak pale light, the men ignored the young girl's pleas and crying.. Jane's

tears running down her face as the pair start to make their selections from the vast array that

covered the wall, everything from whips and floggers, to surgical spreaders and pin wheels. The

wall was like a living catalogue of BDSM paraphernalia. A who's who of the BDSM equipment

world, all ready and waiting to be used by skill-full hands.

“What you planing on using J ?” The Second one known as K asked as he picked up a nasty

black and red leather , rigid looking chastity belt. The internal parts concealing a pair of thick

dildos, one shorter than the other. Meant to be inserted into the victim's two lower holes. The

longer of the pair 8” long and 2.5” thick, the shorter 5” long and 2” thick , both ribbed and dark

in a flesh like material.

“I reckon this will do for a start and I fancy using that studded paddle that you got to use last

time” J said loud enough for the tearful Jane to hear, her voice stumbling over her words,

sobbing now and pleading for release. His voice heavily accented in that deep southern drawl

carrying clear across the hollow sounding basement.

K took the chastity belt and felt the hard rigid leather in his hands. His fingers enjoying the feel

and strength it contained, the promise it offered to the forth coming entertaining spectacle. The

first man J picked up one of the numerous paddles that decorated the walls, some studded some

plain various sizes and widths... but all hungrily waiting to taste a victim's soft flesh.

“Well if you'all are gonna fill the whore's fuck holes with them toys make sure you lube the

bitch's cunt and ass with some hot sauce... “ J said as he picked up a set of nipple & clitoris

clamps that are linked by chain. Adding it to the paddle he had already chosen,“and I reckon I

will use this old thing on the fucking bitch's tits and back “ he said laughing as his fingers closed

around a 36” long riding crop. The crop's slim black length covered shaft tipped by a small

leather flap. The item able to deliver pain or pleasure when used by a skilled Master or Mistress.

The slim shaft not the only point of delivery, the tip having it's uses too...

The pair turned to face their captive, showing the frightened girl their selections, laughing as

they approached Jane who still hung from the ceiling chain and iron shackles.

“Please enough is enough.. I wont say anything about this guys, just …..just let me outa

please ?” Jane begged through her sobbing tears …

“reckon the bitch is gonna love this don't you J ?” K teased as he coated the two dildo's liberally

in hot sauce. Smearing both with enough of the sticky red spicy sauce to cause the fearful Jane a

great deal of painful discomfort.

His partner J grabbed Jane's tits fixing the steel clamps onto her nipples as he pulled them till

they grew stiff and hard enough to take the steel vicious looking teeth of the clamps… Looping

the slim lightweight linking chain down Jane's smooth flat stomach, much practised fingers

spread Jane's cunt lips wide open. Rubbing her clitoris till it too rises and stiffens ...”now for

your clit bitch ..” he laughs as the girl screams. The steel teeth biting into her clitoris. Smiling at

his handiwork he pulled and tightened the chain between the girl's clitoris and nipples so that it

remained tight and each jerk of her body sent shocks through those sensitive parts.

He stepped back as 'K' opened up the rigid looking chastity belt, pushing it firmly into place,

making sure both Jane's cunt and ass are filled with the hot sauce coated dildos.

“sure hope she likes hot sauce … “ he laughed as he locked the chastity belt into place.

The toys trapped inside her body, the chastity belt a snug tight fit that filled Jane's inner cavities

with painful hot sauce coated dildos. The heat from the sauce painfully coating Jane's insides.

Her cunt walls and ass wanted to recoil from the burning sensation but to no avail... There could

be no escape from her ordeal, who-ever her boyfriend had hired knew his work all too well,

Jane's fragile mind still trying to cling onto the illusion that this was some sick and twisted

fantasy dreamed up by Jerry. A loud inhuman wailing sound, pitiful and pleading escaped the

Jane's lips before she recognised the voice as her own.

“Waaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah “ Jane's wailing voice filled the

basement as the heat from the sauce and the thickness of those two toys filled her tight holes.

Only ever having experienced anal sex once or twice before and being drunk both times. The

clamps on her sensitive parts as equally painful and causing her body similar feelings of painful

heat.

“Well K I reckon she must be liking that … you can hear it in her voice ...” J laughed as he

swung the crop in his hand... “time for some fun...”

The second one K struck Jane's carefully and leather framed exposed ass cheeks hard. The

leather covered paddle in his hand as his partner J started to deliver a series of hard stinging

blows across her tits with the shaft of the riding crop.

“Nooooooooooooooooooooooooooo ! “ Jane wailed, her cheeks red and stinging with tears, they

flowed almost constantly down her face, she could taste them upon her lips. “Please

stoppppppppppp........pleaseeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!” Jane cried out with each hard hot stinging

blow her body felt and received. Her sensitive clitoris and nipples tortured but the steel teeth of

the clamps as her body jerked and moved in a vain attempt to avoid her captors cruel affections

with that paddle and crop.

Each man alternating hands … switching from side to side so each ass cheek and tit received the

hot stinging touch of the studded paddle and crop, in equal force and measure.

“You know what K … we haven't used that blow torch in a while ? I feel like heating this bitch

up even more … “J said loudly above the smacks and whips of the crop and paddle.

“Yep J it has been a while...give it a go. The bitch ain’t screaming loud enough yet ...” His parter

K said gleefully, pausing long enough to examine Jane's pink and red ass cheeks. The marks of

the studs on her flesh.

J walked over to the wall and picked up a small gas bottle and blowtorch … lighting it's flame

then adjusting it till it turned blue.. “just right... now lets make the bitch really scream and

dance...” he joked as he returned to stand in front of the young girl in her torn and open black

nightie. Jane's exposed body lit under the blue flame's glow. “Don't worry bitch this is sure to

keep you warm and if you just happen to pass out we can always start again … “ J whispered in

Jane's ear. The blue flame passed close to the captive girl's skin .. Letting the flame pass over the

captive girl's tits then nipples, keeping it just out of reach.

Jane's eyes were wide with panic and real fear as she saw the bright blue hot glow of the flame

approach, “Noooooooooooooooooooo Pleassssseeeeee I'll do anything ….....Absolutely

anythinggggggggg, pleaseeeeeeeeeeeeeee?” Jane begged through her tears her body shaking

with her deep sobs. Her arms pulled down as far as shackles allowed in a futile attempt to twist

and turn her body away from the flame. Jane's tortured mind fighting to remain in control of her

body, trying to block out the ordeal that she was under, the assault on her senses taking her

almost to the edge of sanity…

“Oh... We know you will do anything, I fucking promise you whore, only now let's see what this

does to your sensitive little buds …Shall we ? “ J said as he started to heat up the slim chains that

linked Jane's clamped nipples and clitoris. The heat being transferred down the chains, the

kinetic energy only adding to Jane's pain filled torment. The nightmare that her mind struggled

to comprehend never seeming to end.

“Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh fuckkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkk

Noooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo Pleaseeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee !”

Screamed the girl as he pulled and jerked on the chains that held her, dancing like a captured

marionette.

The heat from the blue flame travelling up and down those slim chains, up to the clamps on

Jane's sensitive nipples and clitoris. The pain coming at her in seemingly never ending waves

that washed over her senses, the hot steel burning the girl's sensitive parts, making her pull and

struggle in vain. Trapped and held by those chains and heavy iron rings. Jane's chest heaving as

she sucked in air amid her tormentors cruel laughter. Feeling faint and light-headed, the hot

sauce on her insides matching the heat on those terrible steel clamps. Jane's head started to sag in

the Iron collar, her tear stained face red, her throat dry and hoarse from her screams until her eyes

closed … Passing out into the relative safety of unconsciousness.....

Ok I'm pissed off having to rewrite the same fucking entry time and time again ...stupid fuckin verification crap !#

Xmas is nearly over only the New Year shit to live through ??? 

Fuckin hate this time of year, all that B/S for a few lousy hours with people you hate and don't really want in your house. All those fake smiles and stupid paper hats, it all ends up in the garbage in the end so why bother going through the charade ? I think it's fateful that I choose to live alone, I dont have to pretend to like those relatives or false friends.

Yes I am selfish, I jealously guard my own privacy and space. I waste this life waiting ... Waiting for that final breath to come and to get this shit over with. Yeah I have seen my share of smiles but I figure I have worn them out. If I was to offer any kind of advice to the young I would have to say grab life by the balls and live every moment like it was your last. Don't think about being sensible or growing old, you will have plenty of time for that later...  So now go party, get truly drunk and fucked senseless !

Part 1 Capture ...
The girl stirred in her sleep, her mind feeling foggy and slow, as if
thick heavy clouds filled her head. Feeling the warm wet touch of her
sweat as it ran down her body. Jane's arms and shoulders aching, her
wrists and ankles feeling strangely sore. There was the unfamiliar
heavy feeling of an iron collar pressing on her neck, but where did it
come from and how did she come to be wearing it ? The heavy
metallic rattle of the iron chain that held that collar so tightly,
chaffing and rubbing over red skin. Around the girl's ankles iron
shackles rubbed against hot raw flesh, unprotected against the cold
hard metal rings. Bare naked skin feeling that iron doing it's worst
against flesh that had never felt such a thing before. A three foot long
spreader bar lay trapped between the girl's ankles, the tool almost as
much a prisoner as the captive Jane. Anchored to the cool dirty
concrete floor of that dark cellar, the stale smell of sweat and fear
hanging in the damp air. Outside, beyond the dank confines of the
cellar the sound of trees blown by strong winds and summer crickets .
Sounds of a life that once filled this girl's heart. Between Jane's legs
a drain was set into the dirt of the concrete floor, the captive girl's
wide open legs strddled the muck filled opening. Jane's head pounded
and throbbed, her temples ached and her eyes struggled to remain
open. The once thigh length black nightie hanging open from her
aching shoulders, torn and ripped leaving breasts and cunt exposed.
No sign of the matching panties that she had been wearing in bed.
Stirring with half closed eyes, Jane tried to ease her aching shoulders
but quickly discovered that her arms were stretched out high above
her head. Jane's wrists in those heavy iron shackles, chained about
twelve inches apart, the iron rings around her wrists adding to the girl's painful misery. The long thick Iron chain hanging from a large
evil looking meat hook above Jane's head was set into thick worn
timbers that supported the ceiling. That same cruel chain held the
iron collar tightly around Jane's neck, limiting the young captive's
movements. An unprotected teenage girl barely eighteen subject to some
cruel minded will that had transported her from the safety of her
warm and comfortable bed to this living fearful horror. The only light
in that cellar coming from a single bare light bulb that burned
weakly. The flex of the light snaking along the roofs beams before
disappearing into a distant wall. No windows to speak, no openings
that permitted the passing of summer's daylight into that dank cellar.
Save for the small mesh covered vent set high up in the rear wall
behind Jane's back, through which the sounds of the woods outside
drifted in.
The floorboards above the girl shed clouds of dust and dirt as heavy
footsteps moved across the planks. Loud course laughter and the sound
of bottles emptying as glasses met, Jane realised she wasn't alone but to whom did those voices belong, could they be friendly, could they be
trusted ? Her fearful mind raced back and forth, how did she come to
be here and why ? What had she done to be singled out for such
treatment ? The sweat that clung to her skin made her shiver with
cold. Desperately Jane tried to look about her, trying to gauge her
surroundings, trying to make some kind of sense of where she was and
what fate awaited her ? Her young eyes peered into the gloom around
her as much as she could, the iron collar and it's heavy wrought iron
chain causing more discomfort as she attempted to crane her neck
around the darkness of the dank cellar. To her right a single door was
set into a red brick wall, it's faded paint peeling. Jane's mouth was dry
and she had no idea of the time or her location. The weak light from
the bare bulb and sounds that filtered through the vent would not
help her. Any number of hours could have passed since she had been
brought here where-ever here was, there could be no way of knowing.
Jane's dry mouth longed for something cool and cold to quench her
thirst. Laid out on either side of the door, almost hidden in the gloom
Jane's eyes began to make out a fearful array of sexual tools and toys
some hanging from leather hand grips others resting on shelves. The
captive girl's heart pounded in her chest and a terrible scream escaped
her lips. The meaning of her inprisionment clear, who-ever had stolen
her away from her home meant to use her young body for their own
amusement. Loud fear filled screams and tears overwhelmed Jane, her
cries for help and pity going seemingly unanswered. Jane's body
fighting as best she could given her cicrumstances, resisting the cold
iron with her young teenage flesh. Struggling to make good some kind
of escape from her bonds. Jane's senses starting to kick in and return,
looking for any way or means of escape. Her eyes frantically searching
the iron shackles and chains for any kind of weakness. Looking
around her surroundings for some tool to aid her, finding none forced
to face the cold brutal truth of her hopeless position. The carefully
laid out array of sexual toys and BDSM tools on the wall facing Jane
awaiting some guiding hand to use them to great effect. Each one
spelling out either punishment or pleasure depending upon the hand
that held it. Most of the s and tools unfamiliar to the captive
Jane, having only just broken in her first vibrator.
Lost almost in the high far corner of the cellar a small red light
blinked intermitternly. The lowlight camera attatched capturing all of
Jane's actions and cries for help. Behind that faded peeling paint of
the door stairs creaked and the sound of laughter grew louder. Two
black hooded figures appeared as the door handle turned.. big men
they filled the doorway. The pair entering the cellar, both wearing
dirty faded denim jeans, with oil stains that run down thick, strong,
powerful thighs. More laughter as Jane screamed and cried out in
fright. Haunted by the men's appearance, the reality that this was no
nightmare and she would not be waking up in her own warm
comfortable bed.
” So the whore has woken up at last ...” The first speaks, slightly taller
than the second man, his accent that deep southern states drawl. It
drags the sounds out over the vowels, almost killing their clarity.
“She sure has J .. they must have heard her plumb near right across
the creek ...” the second replied laughing. Standing barely two inches
shorter than his brother, their faces hidden behind black masks. Dark
eyes staring out, looking over their captive prize as she hung there
from the chains and iron shackles. One of his big dirt and oiled
covered hands on his hip the other resting upon his brother's broad
shoulder. The same deep southern drawl of an accent pounding out the words.
The Men's appearance causing Jane to shake and tremble with fear her
eyes wanting to close tightly shut and the men to be gone, to be erased
like some awful memory that never really happened. Jane stretching
her neck and shouting at the top of her voice, screaming and wailing
demanding pity and release, promising not to speak of her capture or
ill treatmeant.
“Wont do her no good will it K ?” The first spoke again joking with his
brother “No-one comes this way cept us and the whores... and you are
such a pretty little whore, do you really think we are gonna let a
bitch like you go ? “ As the man spoke he wiped the oil and grease of
his dirty hands onto his faded denim's “seem's like the whore is ready
to party K, are you ready to party brother ?” The man asked as he
turned smiling to his slightly shorter brother, both men standing well
over six feet tall and broad across the chest and shoulders. They smelt
of grease, truck oil and stale sweat, the lingering odour of beer and
tobacco hung on their clothes as did the smell of hot food.
“No sirree bob you scream all you want missee you ain't going no place
you is our pretty lil plaything now ! Aint that right J “ The second
man added laughing as he stepped up to captive Jane that despite her
weariness continued to fight and struggle. Feeling the shorter man's
hand on her face gripping her chin and jaw staring straight into her
eyes...
Jerking her head back Jane attempted to hawk enough spittle to cover
the mans face and mask but failed, her lack of water and dire thirst
defeating her best efforts. Gritting her teeth together Jane hissed out her
own words, “go fuck yourselves you useless old men, so fucking brave of
you when a girl is in chains aren't you !” Jane's anger spilling over
and the venom of her words clear.
What followed was a loud resounding slap across the captive girl's face,
the hand leaving a red mark on Jane's cheek and her lip bloody.
“See what happens when you dont play nice bitch ? “ The shorter man
known as K pulling his hand back from Jane's red hot cheek. “so
scream all you want you FUCKING BITCH ! cuz no body is gonna save
ya !”
Defeated Jane slumped in her chains, her mind fighting her captors
whilst her body began to lose the battle, the needs of hunger, thirst
and rest working against her will to fight. The two men turn their
back on Jane and their attention to the wall crowded with BDSM tools
and toys. Jane's pleas and pitiful cries falling upon deaf ears. Tears
stained Jane's red cheeks and her near naked body shivered with cold
and the chill of nervous sweat. The palms of her hands feeling slippery
and slick, her long brown hair sticking to her neck and back. The men ignoring Janes pleas and crying. Jane's tears running down
her face as the pair start to make their selections.
“What you planing on using J ?” The Second one asks as he picked up a rigid looking chastity belt that conceals a pair of thick dildos. One sex toy shorter than the other, they would face inward when the device was worn. Both toys having to be inserted at the same time filling the recipient's cunt and anal canal. The longer of the pair eight inches long and over two inches thick, the shorter five inches long and just under two inches thick. Both ribbed and dark in a flesh like material.
The Belt designed to leave the victim's buttocks free to be spanked or
paddled, its black leather straps wide enough to hold the toys inside
but narrow enough not to inhibit the striking of the cheeks. K smiled
as he viewed the black leather chastity belt and the hidden inserts,
picking up a hard leather paddle that he looped around his thick
wrist . “I'll put old glory on the bitch and make her truly squirm J ,
then I will warm up those ass cheeks ..Just a little “ he added laughing
as he turned to face the girl. The Chastity belt held in K's left hand.
“I reckon this will do for a start, “ J said as he began to make his own
selections, his eyes travelling over the assorted toys and tools laid out
before him. “Well if you'all are gonna fill the whore's fuck holes with
them toys make sure you lube the bitch's cunt and ass with some hot
sauce first “ As J speaks he begins to pick out several things that catch
his eye, a pair of nipple clamps with small bullet vibrators and
linked by a slim length of chain is one such choice, the second is a
black leather riding crop, and the third a three inch cock gag. The
slim leather harness fitted with buckles for easy adjustment.
The pair of brothers turned back to their captive and one man
approaching her from either side, laughing... Jane's eyes were wide
with terror at the sight of the chastity belt, the two dildos now in
plain sight.
“Please I will do anything you say, please let me go, don't do this,
what have I ever done to you ?” Jane's cries for mercy were not heard,
she knew the men would not listen but she had to try for her own
sanity's sake.
“reckon the bitch is gonna love this don't you J ?” The second brother
teased as he coated the two dildo's liberally in hot chilli sauce,
smearing it on and covering the two sex toys entirely in the fiery red
sauce.
Jane could only look on, unable to escape her iron bonds, the thick
strong heavy shackles held her firmly in place and defenceless.
Shaking her head from side to side she screamed as loudly as she
could “Nooooooooooooooooooooo !”
J laughed then with his strong grip held onto Jane's head grabbing
her face forcing the three inches of cock gag into Jane's protesting
mouth. Not taking his task lightly he held the gag in place with his
right hand and pulled the leather straps lightly around the struggling
girl's head yanking them as tight as possible before closing the buckles
fixing the thing into place.
“see isn't that much better whore, now you have something sweet to
suck on as we play with you ...” the big man teased Jane, his voice like
a deep bear growl in her ear. The tight mouth filling feel of the black
rubber cock gag made Jane want to choke and cough, it forced her to
snort her breaths through her nose and the edges of her mouth. Shaking her head Jane fought to control her breathing, her heart
pounded in her chest, her pulse was racing through her veins. Eyes
almost were wild with panic when she began to feel the hard edges of
the sex toys pushing at her tight young holes. The black leather
chastity still only loosely held in place as the smaller of the two men
made his final adjustments. “I think the bitch is ready brother... lets
give her a little chilli welcome !” K joked as he pushed both the
dildo's into Jane's undefended body.
Jane suddenly jerked and tried to fight the intruders, her body
adamant not to give in despite the chains and iron. Her efforts to no
avail as the hot sauce covered toys were pushed home, the black
leather of the chastity belt pulled tightly around Jane's narrow waist
and secured. The surplus fiery red sauce running down Jane's inner
thighs. Her howling screams lost in that cock gag, her cheeks bright
red and tear stained. The heat of the sauce attacking her delicate
insides, it was pain the like of which she had never experienced
before.
Jane's head began to swim, her sense were close to overload when she
felt the cold steel bite of the nipple clamps being fitted complete with
the buzzing vibrations of the mini bullet vibes. The slim chrome
chain slung between then two sensitive buds hardly making it's
presence felt. The bullet vibes and the clamps were another matter. The
sharpness of the steel teeth tested Jane's pain filled senses further,
combined with the vibrations of the mini bullets the young captive
was slowly being overcome. Her head began to sag as the second of the
two men kept his promise, delivering a loud series of hard smacks that
landed across Jane's buttocks, The paddle in his hand worked to great
efficiency. Quickly turning young firm flesh a hot glowing pink colour
as that paddle moved from one cheek to the other. Each hard blow
making the captive Jane jerk and attempt to flee from it's sting. The
taller of the two masked men smiled from beneath his mask and set
about tormenting Jane's breasts with the black leather riding crop.
Using a combination of hard then soft striking blows that sent
shockwaves through an already overloaded sensory system. The two
men set to their tasks laughing at their captive's efforts to avoid her
ordeal, soon both her buttocks were glowing bright pink and red. The
underside of Jane's breasts and nipples no longer felt a part of her. It
could not last much longer ...The pain coming at Jane in seemingly
never ending waves till her chest heaved and her eyes closed … passing
out into the safety of unconsciousness.....

9/12/13

Ok since I have just past a mile stone birthday I felt I had better write something... NO I ain't 100  ( ya bastards ! ! !)  though I feel like it at times.  I have only been on this site a few days and am making friends, I met my first real ignorant bitch today and boy did she have a broom stuck up her ass, I may be old but by fuck I ain't rude. If she is anything to go by as a typical Russian slave, god help anyone wasting their time talking to the 'slave' bitch ! She needs to learn what being a slave really means and some fuckin' manners.

I wonder why she bothered even viewing me, well she can't now thanks to a little block or two. I am not here to waste anyone's time but simply to have fun and enjoy life. To make new friends and maybe help others ... Well time to chase up my order of silk rope... damn stuff is coming from China !

H the dirty minded bastard x 

Day one of a new year for me, having finally reached the grand old age of fifty. Does that make me old ? All I know is that I am enjoying life to the max and no longer worrying about things that are beyond my control. I accept certain things will go wrong and mistakes have been made in the past but each of those has led me here, so why worry ? 

I am making new friends and opening new doors, life is good !