Leather and gag | Sara's Slave Training 4 | torture stories

The sun rose the following morning, but Sarah didn't know about it. She was still lying in the dungeon of the strange castle and there were no windows to tell her the time.

Even when the door of the cell was opened, the girl did not look up. She had finally managed to fall into an exhausted sleep after the worries of the previous night.

When she felt the toe of the black leather boot pressing against her side, she did look up and she saw that her cousin was standing over her.

She quickly bolted to her feet and tried to stand up, but she was too drowsy.

Taking her arm, the count said, "There will be plenty of time for that. You and I are going to my island retreat where I can continue your training."

"Island retreat?" the girl asked weakly.

With a snide laugh, Robert said, “I remember the way that you dislike using your mouth. Last night you did not wish to clean my filthy cock. I shall see to it that you do not have to use your mouth for a little while."

The girl felt a chill of fear when she heard her cousin saying that. She knew that he could only mean to do something terrible to her.

As he led her up the stone steps from the dungeon, the girl walked slowly and on shaky legs. At the top of the stairs there was a breakfast waiting for her.

She looked at the handsome man with suspicion in her eyes and then she sat down and ate the breakfast. There was silence around her as her cousin paced back and forth.

Sarah did not dare to begin the conversation, even though she could think of a million things that she wanted to ask him.

Finally, when she had finished her breakfast, she stood up and cleared her throat.

When he looked at her, she said, "Why don't you just let me leave?”

"Is that what you want?" Robert asked her in a flat mocking tone.

"Wh-what kind of question is that?" she asked him, sharply. "Do you think that I want to be enslaved here? What kind of pervert would I be if I craved the pain and…''

"I asked you the question and you have not answered it," he said in a soft voice.

There was a pause and then the girl said, "Of course I want to leave. I mean, I don't want to stay here under these circumstances. I don't want to have anything to do with you if it's going to mean being your sex slave.''

"But," Robert replied in a low voice. "That is the only way in which you can stay here. The only way in which you can see me is by being my sex slave,"

There was a silent pause in the room and then the girl turned away as she cried out,

“And what makes you think that I'm so anxious to see you and be with you?"

Robert started to laugh as he sat down and said, "You American bitches!"

Sarah turned back toward her handsome cousin as she began to weep. His eyes were narrow slits as he glared at her and said. “You go around telling lies! You wouldn't even know the truth if it stared you in the face would you?"

Quickly, the girl shook her head and said, "No, that's not…"

"Shut up!" Robert snapped. "I can see the look in your eyes. I know that I am a man who is desired by many women and I can always identify that look of desire. You long for the day when you will be worthy to get my regal cock up your virgin pussy."

"Of all of the sell-centered, egomaniacs that I have ever…"

"You are not playing games with the American fools you are used to!" he snapped. “I am a man and not a boy. I know things and I can understand you."

"You can't understand me!" the naked blonde said, stamping her foot.

"I asked you if you wanted to leave this castle!" he said in a stern voice that was loud, but perfectly calm. "And you never answered that question. I asked if you wanted to leave me and I made it clear that the only way you could stay with me was as an initiate into the order of sexual slavery! You never answered that question.

"Last night I made it clear to you that I never forced a girl into sexual slavery. It was always a girl who really wanted it, whether or not she would admit it at first.

"If you had told me that you wanted to leave, if you had given me a clear one word answer to the questions that I had asked you, then I would have had you dressed and out of here already. But instead you played your silly sexual gamesmanship, the sort of game that works on your inexperienced American boobs, but will not fool a man of the world.”

The girl felt that her body was quivering with fear as she asked, "What are you going to do to me now?"

"I can assure you that you will enjoy everything that I am planning for you," the handsome count said with a smile. "You might not be willing to admit that you find pleasure in the things that I do to you, but I know that you will be getting your pleasure."

When the count rang a bell by pulling a cord, the door opened and one of the servants stood there, holding leather clothing. He left the leather clothing and then shut the door.

"Since we are going for a trip to my island, you can put these garments on."

The girl looked at the clothes. There was a pair of high black leather boots that had sturdy heels as if they were meant for hiking. Then there was a strange sort of bra and there was a black leather bit of headgear that seemed like it was meant for outer space.

As she looked over the headgear, she couldn't figure out how it went on.

Robert smiled in a paternal way und said. "You put on the boots and I will help to dress you."

She looked at him with suspicion. She knew that she was supposed to serve him and she didn't trust the suggestion that she should have his help to get dressed.

But, there, was little choice for the girl. She pulled the black boots on and her legs were tingling with sensuality as she felt the leather wrapping around her calves.

Then the man pulled the leather headgear around the girl's head and tugged it across her mouth. She realized that the reason she could not figure out how to put the thing on was that she had not realized that there was something that went across the mouth.

Robert locked the leather bit in between the girl's teeth and then she realized that it was serving as a gag in her mouth.

With a laugh, the man said, “You refused to use your mouth to give me pleasure.

Now you use your mouth to tell me a series of lies. With that leather strap in place, you will not make any more misuse of your mouth.”

Then Robert picked up the three separate pieces that made up the black leather bra.

There was one piece that looked like a half-bra that would simply give support under the girl's breasts. Then there were the other two pieces which were straps to go over her shoulders.

As soon as the man pulled the bottom half of the bra around the girl's body, she tensed up and became like a desperate woman. It was with the contact of the bra that she realized that there were small metal spikes lining the inside of it.

When she began to struggle, the man pulled back on the bra, digging the spikes into the girl's flesh, and he said. "You know that eventually I will get this on you. If you give me trouble it will only be that much more difficult on you my dear."

Sarah shut her eyes to hold back the tears. She could not cry out because of the leather gag that was in her mouth. She felt each of the spikes pressing into the tender flesh that was on the bottom of her breasts. Her skin was pierced by the spikes.

The man pulled the bra closed in the back so that the metal spikes were completely imbedded into the girl's flesh. Then he quickly attached the two straps which would go over the girl's shoulders and he pulled one around to the front of her body.

It was with chills and horror that the girl realized that there were spikes inside of the leather strap that was going over her shoulder. The spikes pressed into her flesh all the way to her nipples and then the leather bra was clasped right over her tits.

The man pulled the girl by the arm as he said; "Now you are ready for the trip to the island.” He tugged the girl through the castle and soon they were at the garage.

He dragged her through the inside passage that led to the garage, so that she never got a chance to see the outside world.

When she saw the fabulous limousine, she realized that no one on the outside could see through the tinted glass. They could drive anywhere and no one would know she was there in her bondage outfit.

The girl never saw the driver who was sitting in the front of the car. She was sitting in the back, next to the count, and the car started to speed up the drive that led away from the desolate castle.

Since she could not speak, Robert kept up the conversation on his own. As he watched the deadly coastline passing along to the right of the car, he said, "Our ancestors were a warrior people. They were brave. They refused to be enslaved when Britain was invaded in a much earlier era. And so, they did what so many contemporary warriors have failed to do. They made a successful attack across the English Channel."

Turning to the girl, he said. "You did realize that our ancestors actually came from the present British Isles? This is why we are called Bretons and our land Brittany."

The girl could not reply because of the bonds and the gag that she had on. The man did not seem to care. He was talking anyway as he watched the water wildly pounding the rocks.

"There was a time when Brittany was a kingdom all its own. Who knows! If we had not merged with France in that ancient time who knows what fate could have been ours?

Who can really say what fate might have been mine?

"Certainly our house is one of the finest and truest in all of Brittany. It would be so difficult to trace at this time, but there is a chance that I could have been king of the Bretons if we had remained a separate kingdom."

There was really a great deal of interest in the girl's eyes as she listened to this conversation, her garment of bondage digging into her flesh terribly as she continued to sit through the bumpy ride.

"It is only a journey of one hour to the location of my skiff," the count said.

"Although the water is very choppy here, we are about to pass a peninsula. The water will be out of view for a while since there will be a little village on our left.

"I am not really certain what the name of the village is. It is something like Quiberon.

I have no business there. It is all peasants.

"However, that peninsula is what shelters the Gulf of Morbihan from the wilder waters of the Bay of Biscay." After a slight pause, the man continued his lecture by saying, "Actually what we call the Bay of Biscay is really the Atlantic Ocean, running from Spain all the way up to the tip of The Breton Peninsula, the start of The English Channel."

The girl could see that rather than shoreline to the west of them there was land and she understood all that the man had been describing about the little anonymous village that was on the jutting peninsula.

“As we continue riding directly to the southeast, we will come to the water again, but this water will be much calmer. In the Gulf of Morbihan there are over three-hundred little islands. It is said that there are three-hundred and sixty-five, one for each day of the year.

"One of those islands is mine. It is hardly a resort island. Most of these are just outcroppings of rock that are above the water level and they are uninhabited.

"The last time that they were regularly inhabited was before our people even came to the Breton coast." He laughed a bit as he said, “The coastline to the north of us is called Cote Sauvage. In English that means the Savage Coast.

"Sometimes I think that our people have become as savage as the granite and the waves of the coastline. They have the same wild fury inside of them as the waves and the same staunch strength as the granite." He looked at the girl and he saw the pain in her eyes.

"I keep in mind, throughout everything else that although you are not of pure blood, you do have some of the regal blood of my family in your veins.

"God only knows that there have been plenty of peasant wenches who have given birth to fine, strapping children because our royal men were kind enough to breed with them. But, those children could never aspire to regal position… And yet, they were certainly a cut above the others of their class! That cannot be denied.

"In your case, of course," the man said, with some condescension in his voice "It was your mother who chose to marry below herself. She married for money, no doubt, which, I suppose, is common for those who choose a life in America.

"Naturally, if your mother had lived in the days when aristocracy meant something and had she been under the supervision of our family, she would have been banished from the land due to her… poor choice of a marriage partner."

The girl was still helpless. She could not even reply and as she sat next to the man, trying to concentrate on the view and on what he was saying, she could feel the leather bra getting tighter and tighter around her body each time that she took a breath.

As she looked to the left of the car, she could see that there was water there again.

But, this time, the water was not savage as it had been toward the north.

She looked way out into the water and she could see an island in the distance.

Through the hazy mist, she felt certain that she saw another island still further away. Her cousin had told her that there were well over three-hundred such islands in this gulf.

Since they were nearing the end of the journey, the man looked across at her and said,

"I told you that the island was not exactly fixed up as a pleasure resort. You should also know that you and I will be the only residents on the island. There will be no communication with the outside world until I choose to communicate!

"There are no servants there. You shall be my only servant and you are expected to cater to my needs with the same skill that is displayed by my staff in my castle.

"And there is no structure above the ground on the island. On many of the islands there are tumuli. These were rock passageways that were built by the savage barbarians who occupied the land before the Bretons came down from the islands to the north.

"They were not burial grounds. It is felt that they were used for some sort of religious worship." Robert explained. "Anyway there is a tumulus on my island. It has been covered over by dirt so that it cannot even be found except by someone who knows where the entrance is located on the side of the island."

The car was slowing down and making a turn to the left. They were by a dock. The girl tried to peer forward and look through the tinted glass that separated her from the driver. She had still never gotten a chance to see what the driver looked like.

She wondered what would happen then. Would she simply get out of the car, dressed as she was dressed? What if someone passed and saw her like that?

The nondescript driver opened the door for the girl. She didn't get out of the car until Robert pushed her. When he pushed her out, she realized that she was in pain. Changing her position with the metal spikes of the bra digging into her flesh was too horrible for the girl.

Robert grabbed her hand and led her to a small skiff that was docked there. When he pushed the girl down into the boat, she landed on her breasts and she wanted to scream out in pain as she felt the metal spikes digging even more deeply into her tits.

In another moment, the man had started the boat and they were speeding out into the water. The girl felt very self-conscious being out in the wide open space of the gulf with her pussy completely bare. Then when she looked around and realized that they were surrounded by quiet desolation, she felt even more fearful.

She had been defenseless enough in the dungeon. Now, alone with this man on a deserted island the girl felt that her situation would be hopeless.

And yet, as she thought about the hopelessness of the situation, she realized that her pussy was beginning to juice up. She looked up at the man nervously and she felt an urge to reach for her pussy lips. But, she didn't dare do it with the count watching her.

There was a stillness that was only broken by the cackle of the motor on the boat.

There was an intense silence between the two people in the boat that was as thick as the distant fog.

Then Robert broke the silence to say, "Would you like me to remove the bonds and the gag?”

The girl nodded her head. It was the first time that the man had actually addressed her with a question that required an answer. She hoped that he was not simply teasing her

"All right!" the man said in a pleased voice. “You do remember that I wanted you to give me pleasure with your mouth, your lips your tongue?”

She paused and swallowed hard as she nodded her head and lowered her eyes. She could see the growing bulge in the front of the count's pants.

"I will take the bonds and the gag from your face only when you give me my satisfaction with your mouth. Only then will I remove the spiked leather bra that you are wearing."

Reaching forward in the boat, he pulled the gag from her mouth and then removed the leather bonds from around her face. He carefully put it to the side, in case he needed it again.

"On your knees in front of me, wench!” he snarled at the girl.

She was still trying to clear her throat as she fell to her knees and felt the hard wood of the deck underneath the soft flesh of her knees.

Then she looked at the man's crotch and she was waiting for him to do something.

"Take my cock out, you silly twat!” he snapped at the girl.

She reached up for his fly, but he slapped her hands away as he said, "I did not say that you could use your hands."

There was a look of questioning in the girl's face. She did not understand what the man had in mind and what he wanted to have her do.

Then, he said, "We were talking about your mouth as a means of satisfaction for me!"

Suddenly, the girl understood. The man saw the look in her eyes and knew that he had communicated effectively with her, and yet she still did not move toward him.

Grabbing her hair, he said, "Would you like to have that leather gag in your mouth again?"

"No, Master!” she cried out. Then she moved her face quickly toward the front of his pants. She tried to grasp the metal catch of the zipper between her teeth.

The girl worked to push the fabric of the pants out of her way so that she could get to the zipper. Then, she managed to get the catch between her teeth and she pressed down on it as she tugged it down, opening it half-way with one swift pull.

She hoped that her master was pleased with the way she had performed.

She was pleased that she had done so well, but then she had to work at getting the metal zipper in her teeth again so that she could pull it down the rest of the way.

Finally, she managed to get the fly open. The man pulled open his belt and then he revealed the skin-tight black leather underpants that he was wearing.

“Now get this off me,” he said in a calm voice.

The girl reached for the top of the leather shorts. As her teeth pressed against the black leather, her upper lip was curled up against the man's hairy belly.

She only managed to get the shorts down about a half inch. Then she went to one side of the man s body and she tugged the shorts down a little bit. Around the other side of the man's body, she pulled at the shorts.

He stood up so that she could pull them down in the back. Her teeth brushed against the rock-hard muscles of the man's ass. Once she had pulled the shorts down past the curve of the man's ass, she knew that she could get them off his body.

She moved back around to the front of the man’s body and then she tugged on the black leather of the shorts once again. She pulled them away from his body so that she could get them down past his cock.

Once she had managed to do that, the man was able to brush his muscular thighs back and forth and work the shorts down his legs in that way.

The girl was facing the thick cock that was jutting forward. She didn't even have time to look at it before the man pushed her face forward.

Her open lips spread wide around the head of the thick cock. Her teeth brushed against the enormous thing and then Robert snapped, "If I feel your teeth on my cock at all, I shall see to it that every tooth is knocked out of your stupid head!"

Sarah had been through enough torment to know that the man was to be taken seriously when he made threats to her. She opened her mouth as wide as she could and struggled to take the cock between her lips as the man pulled her head all the way forward.

She could feel the head of the cock slamming against the back of her throat. As she tried to swallow she could feel the muscles in her throat pressing down against either side of the sensitive cock head and she realized that she was only exciting the man more.

When she did swallow, she tasted something that was strange and had a foul aroma that reminded her of another time. As soon as the realization hit her, she tried to pull away from the cock, but the man had his hands pressed against the back of her head.

As he heard the girl gagging on his thick prick, he laughed and said. "I forgot to tell you one other little thing. I neglected to wash my dick since the time that I fucked you up the ass last night! I was waiting for you to clean it off!”

The girl could feel the movement of the little boat and she could feel the sharp sting of the spikes that were pressing into her breasts. She knew that she had little choice in the matter.

She started to suck back and forth on the dick with all her might.

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