Sensing laura's growing apprehension and fright, Master Troy embraces her naked body...feeling the tremors whisper through her flesh. Holding her tight he whispers, "relax dear laura...I must break you...but I will not harm you...I must fix my control over you...but you can trust me...Master Troy then lifts laura's chin and plants a soft kiss on her quivering lips. He then turns her away to the clutches of the assitants as they ready slave laura for the frist phase of her initiation.

With the breif help of a couple of his assistants, Master Troy fixed slave laura spread eagle in the air, her arms and legs pulled taught by the various winches and pulleys installed in the ceiling. Up until this point, slave laura had remained quite composed and emotionless. But suddenly sensing the fixation of the restraints, she commenced now, to squirm desperately. Her toes just touched the ground, not allowing her to support her weight on them.

Slave laura gave a valiant effort to struggle but offered no help as the winches moved with steady precision, removing all the slack from her body and reducing her fight to a mere quiver. Master Troy snapped his fingers and quickly one of his assistants...a female slave whom laura thought looked quite familiar... took hold of her hair while another finished affixing a wide, hard rubber collar on her neck, locking it into place with a series of padlocks.

Taking a moment, Master Troy gleamed in admiration of slave laura's curvaceous body. She certainly was beautiful. Her firm and sizable breasts pointed from her chest like beacons, her nipples large and red. Her long, majestic legs…so long the worshipful affection of many a drooling slave...held firmly by the control and power of another….glistened in the Dungeon’s eery light.

It was rare indeed to see such a powerful goddess princess so helplessly configured! Brandishing a huge braided leather whip, Master Troy swished it around her so she could feel the air the hard strands displaced. Master Troy was rather amazed at slave laura. Despite her seemingly helpless situation, she still carried her haughty attitude. Rather than frightened, she was indignant! But how quickly that look disappeared at the first stroke of the whip.

Dark red welts rose from her back and stomach and she howled into the ball gag that had been placed over her mouth. Slowly, and with great patience and precision, Master Troy administered the whipping...the slapping sound of crisp leather against helpless flesh echoing off the stone walls.

Swish swwwwwaaaaaatttt!...swish swwwwwaaaaat...swish swaaaaaattttt!!...the whip again and again bit deeply into laura’s helpless body. She writhed in pain...although her body was held tightly by the restraints. Swish sswaaaaattttt!!!!...swish swaaaatttttt!...smooth...creamy, virgin, princess, goddess flesh branded ..and...again...and again by the vicious snarl of Master Troy’s whip! Slave laura lost count of the lashes as the biting pain seared through her numb body...her mind adding to the torment of the stings as scenes of her merciless whippings of slaves past danced impishly before her.

The whipping continued for thirty minutes, Master Troy covering laura’s body with rows of marks....careful however not to break the skin nor leave scars. Stroke after stroke of the whip flashed like lightening across slave laura’s tortured body...slowly marking her body as that of a slave. Master Troy would pause every now and then to stroke his throbbing woody...and to tease the hardened nipples on her breasts with his tongue...pulling them through his teeth...sucking them in deeply...while stroking her wetness gently...teasing her...pulling her towards the brink of an orgasm...only to jolt her passions back to reality with another nasty crack of the whip!...each time sensing her on the brink of a climax...then cutting the pulsation short with a well placed lash.

Finishing with her back and ass, Master Troy continued the whipping...focusing on her breasts and inner thighs until both were a tortured bright red.

Finally, the whipping stopped. Slave laura’s graceful blonde head dropped forward...the intial sign that the breaking of her gallant and goddess spirit had successfully begun... as Master Troy walked off.

One thing was certain, slave laura wouldn't be modeling any swimsuits for awhile! Her body was a sea of crimson and purple welts, covering her entire back and ass as well as her breasts, stomach and thighs. How she hoped he was finished...how she pleaded with gods that this session could now end in mercy...but no such fortune could be found for slave laura...

Master Troy suddenly reappears in front of laura, brandishing a tray of viscious needles. Rather than the typical syringe needle, these looked more like knitting needles with an extremely sharp end.

Slave laura recovered quickly from her previous pain only to begin screaming anew as Master Troy grasped one of her breasts and held the needle close to the nipple. The metal was sharp and slid quickly through her already tortured nipples. Her eyes rolled back and tears flowed anew as she watched a trickle of blood escape her breasts and run down her punished stomach. A large needle pierced each of her nipples and were left as Master Troy continued on with her breasts.

Slightly smaller needles were eased slowly into her breasts. Like tiny razors, each one pierced her mind with erotic pain as well. Tears flowed freely down slave laura's face. After what seemed like an eternity…but was actually only a few moments, her breasts looked like a pin cushion. From the bulge in Master Troy’s lower groin, laura knew that his sadistic pleasure had found the sweet spot!

Finishing his artful needle point, Master Troy took a small spray bottle and proceeded to lightly mist laura’s tortured breasts...but what a cruel play this was...for this mist was not soothing water or balm...it was rubbing alcohol...and it furiously burned each tiny pin hole causing laura to roll her eyes back and twist hard against the restraints.

Numb with pain and through glazed eyes, laura could see someone handing Master Troy a new tray carrying a series of steel rings. Removing the needles through the nipples, Master Troy slipped a thick steel ring through the new holes. Slave laura's body tensed and a deep scream rose from her throat as she tried to escape the piercing. But the bonds were too snug and her head slumped down to her chest as Master Troy fitted each nipple with its new ring. Slave laura's eyes where frantic as she glanced at her newly modified breasts. Finishing the task, Master Troy stepped back to examine his handiwork.

Removing the other needles Master T gently treated the wounds with alcohol as slave laura was lowered from her suspension. As she collapsed into Master Troy’s arms, she was held on her feet while Master Troy’s female assistants bound her arms behind her. Thick leather straps forced her wrists and elbows tightly together, pushing her newly pierced nipples out as her shoulders were pulled back. A chain connected to a winch above was clipped to her wrists as her ankles were spread wide again and chained snugly to the floor. A thin bar on a stand was slid in front of her as the winch cranked her bound arms above her head, forcing slave laura to bend at the waist.

Master Troy could sense slave laura’s shoulders screaming as they pointed to the ceiling. Eventually her body was bent over a padded bar. Another chain was stretched from her collar to a ring in the floor beneath her, forcing her to stay in her bent position. Her arms were cranked skyward more, until slave laura whimpered loudly from the pain in her shoulders. Satisfied, Master Troy finally removed her ball gag and slipped several fingers over her nose and yanked up. Pressing his tongue between her lips, Master Troy kissed slave laura deeply. Sliding his strong, manly hands over her aching breasts, he gently massaged each of them. Replacing his massage with his tongue, Master Troy licked each swollen nipple, mouthing each breast in effort to soothe some of the burning and the pain.

Slave laura was now prepared for Master Troy’s pleasure.

Master Troy