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Category: Erotica/BDSM Erotica
Description: Master Jonathan decides that it is time for His submissive to learn the enjoyment of bearing pain for him. Her journey into this world begins with unique training sessions conducted by multiple Masters. It is beyond anything she has experienced or could imagine. But in the end and after several days of training sessions, she learns that suffering for a master can be an extraordinary catalyst to unimaginable pleasure. Rating: Intense.
eBook Publisher: Renaissance E Books/Sizzler,
eBookwise Release Date: July 2012

Available eBook Formats: OEBFF Format (IMP) [124 KB]
Words: 26627
Reading time: 76-106 min.

Prologue

Soft, haunting music filters into the cavernous stone dungeon. Each musical note bounces from wall to wall, floor to ceiling, creating a disturbing lingering reverberation that rocks my core. The melody echoing in the background is Astraea's Requiem, a dark brooding composition of orchestral chords, continuously swelling and receding as an ocean tide yet resembling a constant, mournful wail of despair.

The Chairman reaches into the fire pit and withdraws the branding iron with lettering glowing brilliant white. The Vice Chairman flogs my backside, slamming the long heavy tendrils into my flesh. Fast, hard blows delivered with no discernible pattern, no way to anticipate when or where the next strike will occur. The Director's voice filters into my subconscious as he whispers instructions.

"Breathe deeply and fill your lungs one, two, three, four, five. Hold it one, two, three, four, five. Exhale slowly one, two, three, four, five."

The blows of the flogger intensify in strength, force, and speed. Each strand wraps around my body, pausing to press the sting deeper into my fragile flesh.

"Breathe deeply and fill your lungs one, two, three, four, five. Hold it one, two, three, four, five. Exhale slowly one, two, three, four, five."

The pain exceeds anything I have experienced before, blistering hot pain from the individual leathery vines and lasting well into the next several strikes.

"Take pleasure from the cool breeze of the whip as it approaches your body. Breathe as the leather collides with your flesh and savor the relief when it retreats."

His voice becomes louder but still too soft for me to discern what he is communicating. I am in agony, screaming through my gag for my Masters to relieve me of this rite of passage.

"Channel the pain to your center allowing it to flame the fires deep within you."

The whipping ceases. The Vice Chairman lightly snakes heavy branches over my pain-saturated flesh, erotically zigzagging from my shoulders to my ankles, pressing the sting further into each pore under the weight of the leather strands.

"Feel the kiss of each length of leather as it melds with your flesh. Enjoy the heat as it presses into your body and fuels your hunger."

A blazing heat radiates from the branding iron as it approaches my flesh.

"Breathe deeply and fill your lungs one, two, three, four, five. Hold it one, two, three, four, five. Exhale slowly one, two, three, four, five."

The odor of sulfur burns my eyes as the iron hovers less than a quarter inch from my left buttock, singeing my tiny reddish-blonde body hairs.

"Breathe deeply and fill your lungs one, two, three, four, five. Hold it one, two, three, four, five. Exhale slowly one, two, three, four, five."

The sizzling sound of my tissue giving way to the scorching red tool is amazingly loud as the branding iron connects with my flesh; a charcoal-like odor coats my nostrils.

"Take pride in the pain we give you, beg for more as you transform painful into pleasurable. Visualize erotic red hues of pleasure in your minds-eye."

A bitter taste of fatty pork smoking on a flaming gas grill gags me as the branding iron penetrates my fatty layers of skin. I only see red, feel red, scream red, as my skin turns blood red beneath the branding iron.

"Breathe deeply and fill your lungs one, two, three, four, five. Hold it one, two, three, four, five. Exhale slowly one, two, three, four, five."

Iron penetrates my muscle tissue and pauses briefly. The stench of beef blackening in a frying pan clogs my throat. Screams spout from within me, almost as lava spouts from a volcano, piercing the room, first drowning the haunting chords of Astraea's Requiem that echoes in the background. Then each scream blends harmoniously as the mournful composition unfolds and bounces within the stone walls.

"Feel the passion growing stronger and juices flooding your cunt as your body searches for more. You are now property of Pitcairn Island Board of Directors and you will serve your Masters anytime and in any way we desire."

Droplets of sweat dribble onto the floor. Tears stream onto the barrel, dripping into large puddles beneath me. I yank, jerking, pulling at my restraints. Suddenly, my eyes lock onto the dance of flames in the fire pit.

"You are nearly ready for a very long magical ride. You are moving, flowing, following the verse and song of ecstasy."

Visual images of the flames lovingly licking my body bring about a profound transition within me. The red of pain blossoms into passionate red hues of pleasure that I urgently crave.

I bask in the dazzling sensations the dancing fire light evokes within me. My eyes radiate unrequited passion. My body reeks of desperation. My nipples are large and pencil hard and oozing beads of breast milk. My sex is fully engorged and throbbing, long strands of pussy juices coating my thighs.

"Breathe deeply and fill your lungs one, two, three, four, five. Hold it one, two, three, four, five. Exhale slowly one, two, three, four, five."

The Chairman's fingers slip into my cunt and press firmly into my g-spot. More fingers are added, then less. The Vice Chairman lifts my breasts and suckles each; his strong hands deeply kneading and massaging them.

"Feel the passion within you, rotating like a Ferris wheel moving in large slow circular motions as your body searches for pleasure. You are forever marked as the property of Pitcairn Island Board of Directors. We own you."

The Chairman tugs, pulls, and tweaks my clit, rolling it between his thumb and forefinger.

The Vice Chairman invades my ass, pressing my tissue inward, tugging it outward, periodically adding or removing a finger or two or three.

My passion matches the orchestra as the harps outline the chords and the violins enter with a warm, welcoming melody. A magnificent array of brilliant colors, each with an associated fragrance surrounds me.

I inhale deeply. I am unsure if the universe is moving or if my body is moving, but I am moving nonetheless.

"Feel the explosions as the universe carries you through a long slow journey through indescribable ecstasy. You will never want for anything as you serve your many Masters in every way each chooses to use you."

My orgasms explode in rapid succession, emerging from every pore and opening. Convulsions wrack my body, causing me to shake violently. I drench the leather padding and barrel beneath me, my juices pool on the floor.

My twelve Masters smile as I slowly regain my senses.