Jessica - Part 9
This chapter of Jessica's imprisonment is distributed with thanks and
appreciation for the work contributed by co-author "Wildthing" of the
English Palace BBS (908) 739-1755. She is a continuing 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, Jessica 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.
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 the
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 one 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 " 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 WOULDN'T !!!! "?!?!"
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 conspicuously from her
rectum. "You'll be needing that tonight Jess " and he took
her arm and led her out of the office on a forced march to the
ballroom.
