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            Chapter Three of 'Eve'

chapter three



When she woke again, Eve found herself alone. This saddened her,
as she had hoped to wake to the sight of beautiful Mathilde lying nude
next to her, awaiting her kisses. She sat up in the bed, letting the
covers fall from her to reveal her breasts, which had nipples that were
rapidly becoming erect again at the thought of Mathilde. Even as she
did this, she heard a key turn in the lock of the door to the room.
Alarmed, she pulled the bedclothes up to her neck to hide her naked
bosom from whoever was about to enter. To her horror, it was the
doorman who had been responsible for her previous shame. He
smiled slowly as if amused by some secret knowledge he
possessed, and entered the room, leaving the door ajar behind him.
Eve shrank back against the wall, and the doorman approached her,
holding something behind his back.

"Stand up !" he ordered in a harsh tone. Eve could only shake her
head, she was so afraid. "Stand up !" he shouted this time, and took
another step towards her, bringing his hidden hand around from
behind his back as he did so, revealing that he was holding a long,
thin black whip. Eve gasped in terror and this made him smile. He
took the bedclothes in one strong hand and ripped them from Eve's
grasp, stripping her bare in one quick action. "No..." whimpered the
frightened girl, as if she could prevail upon him to halt his progress
on a course which he would obviously never stop. He took both her
wrists in one hand and jerked her up into a kneeling position on the
bed. Eve stopped whimpering. "I haven't started yet," smiled the
doorman to her dismay. He pulled on her wrists again and she
stumbled to the floor and was led protesting through the door.

Eve found herself being dragged down passages which disoriented
her further, until they came to another small room. The doorman thrust
her inside, pushing her so hard she fell to the floor, while he closed
the door and locked it after him. She was alone. The walls of the room
were covered in black velvet, and the door was painted a hard, glossy
black too. Several mirrors adorned the walls, and between them were
several iron rings of the same type that she had been tied to in the
hallway. Eve shivered in her nakedness and fear. As she drew her
knees up to her body, she heard the door being unlocked. A tall, well-
dressed man strode into the room carrying a small leather bag in one
hand, and the leather whip which the doorman had previously carried.
When she saw his face, her heart sank, for it was as hard as flint,
betraying not a trace of emotion.

Without saying a word, her took her wrists and pulled her up into a
standing position, forcing her to face him. She was acutely conscious
of her erect nipples which appeared to point at him. He ignored her
nudity, however, and withdrew some shackles from the leather bag.
"No..." she protested, but he proceeded to fasten a metal band about
each of her wrists. He produced a larger iron band, and Eve wondered
in her terror what it was meant to encircle. He opened its hinges and
as he reached towards her neck, she understood its function. She
began crying as he clicked the padlock's hasp shut and then sank to
her knees on the cold stone floor, totally demoralized. This facilitated
the man's next action, which was to place iron bands around each of
her slim ankles. When everything was in place, the man made her
stand up and pulled her lovely naked body towards the wall where the
iron rings were fixed. He attached her wrists to the wall, placing them
in such a manner that they made a V-shape like the first time, and
fastened her ankle restraints to the same ring so that her legs were
together. Finally he chained the iron band around her quivering neck
to another ring on the wall, allowing her head only a small amount of
movement back and forth, although she could still twist it around
inside the band itself. Eve stopped crying when she realized that her
legs were not going to be spread apart and her sex exposed. She
could see herself reflected in the many mirrors around the room, a
naked and defenceless female chained to the wall.

The man stepped away from her, precipitating Eve's fearful
whimpering again. She faced the wall, not wanting to witness her own
shame in the mirrors. Eve was completely unaware of how beautiful
she looked in her chains. Suddenly she heard a hiss and felt
something sharp hit her exposed backside with great force and a loud
crack. She shrieked and twisted her head to the side, where she saw
in the mirrors that the man had wielded the black whip on her pretty
buttocks, upon which a red welt was already forming, and he was
raising his arm for another strike. "No !" she screamed but was cut
short by the pain of the second stroke. Eve began sobbing with
renewed vigour and tears streamed down her cheeks and trickled
down her body between her heaving breasts and over her belly until
they came to rest in the dark triangle of her pubic hair, where they
were mixed in with the juices which flowed from her sex itself, in spite
of how tightly she pressed her legs together. The whip hissed through
the air again and struck a third blow on the cheeks of her appealing
buttocks, which were stinging furiously with pain and shame. Eve
started wriggling in her bonds in an attempt to avoid the next stroke of
the whip, and it fell on the backs of her smooth white thighs instead of
upon her buttocks, hurting her just as much. The next few strokes fell
on her back just above her posterior and she screamed in pain with
each one. She clenched the muscles in her buttocks tightly, hoping
that this would reduce the pain, but this attempt was in vain, for the
whip stung her naked flesh just as severely.

She caught another glimpse of herself in a mirror, to her distress, for
she could see the red marks made by the whip on her body. At the
same time as she was crying, she could feel her nipples brush the
wall as she struggled, sending a thrill through her breasts which
heaved with each sob. Her deep humiliation triggered a greater
sexual arousal within her, and again Eve could feel her sex become
even more moist with excitement. She screamed as each new blow
raised another red welt on her body and sobbed almost unceasingly
in the intervals between strokes, pausing only to beg the man to stop
hurting her in this way. These appeals fell on deaf ears, for the man
merely smiled when he heard her impassioned entreaties,
addressing his task with renewed vigour and relish. Eve was totally
despairing and exhausted by the agony and shame, and with her legs
giving way, she sank down a short distance until she hung by her
arms in her chains.

Suddenly the strokes of the whip stopped and Eve caught her breath
in mid-sob, surprised. She turned her head to see the man
approaching her and felt her heart sink lower at the prospect of being
intimately molested by her tormentor. He bent down to examine the
welts he had inflicted on her back, buttocks and thighs, smiling with
satisfaction at their precise placement and sniffing appreciatively at
the aroma emanating from her sex which betrayed Eve's arousal.
Placing the whip on the floor at her feet, he proceeded to unlock the
chains that attached Eve's ankle irons to the rings mounted in the
stone walls. Hope sang for a moment in Eve's heart when she thought
he meant to release her, but this was not the case. Grabbing each of
Eve's ankles, he pulled one leg outwards and then the other,
spreading them wide and fully exposing her dripping sex to his gaze.
Eve felt as if he were examining each globule of moisture trapped in
the fleece around her sex and every glistening aspect of its lips,
which were red and swollen with her excitement. She expected to feel
his fingers, phallus or tongue in her sex at any moment, so she was
dismayed to feel nothing. At least if he did something like that, she
could be assured that the whipping would stop.

To her horror and fear, the man began attaching her ankle irons to
other rings in the wall so that she was chained with her legs spread
wide open ! Eve began struggling futilely again, hoping this nightmare
would end. She could see the man as he picked up his whip and take
a few steps back to where he was standing before. Instead of
swinging the whip for another stroke on Eve's body, he coiled the
whip and put it into his black bag. He withdrew something much
shorter, a riding crop, and stood up. Eve couldn't help but watch as he
approached with the short whip in his hand hanging down by his side.
Eve  waited for him to raise his arm to swing the crop and so missed
his movement as he swung it rapidly up towards her buttocks.

It struck her a violent blow in the crack between her reddened
buttocks, narrowly missing her rear opening. She screamed in fright
and pain, realizing that he had parted her legs for his own reasons.
He swung the crop upwards again and this time the small folded strip
of leather at the end of the riding crop struck her puckered hole with
accuracy, sending a sharp shock through her entire body and making
her cry out in agony again. As the hurt subsided, she felt it replaced
by a sensual awareness of her rear opening she had never felt
before, and the feeling troubled her greatly. This was soon displaced
by the pain of a second blow in the same spot, and a third blow and a
fourth blow and a fifth blow until she lost count and began to think that
pain was her natural mode of existence. Some blows fell between her
buttocks but missed her rear opening, while others missed even the
cleft and fell just slightly less painfully on the buttocks themselves,
adding to the welts that were already there.

Again the man stopped his rain of blows suddenly. Eve continued
crying, for the pain had not yet abated, much less the emotional hurt
and shame. He swung the riding crop again, and this time it struck the
open lips of her sex brutally. She made a shriek of intense pain that
was louder than any she had uttered before. Her soft, moist nether
lips were under attack by a riding crop and the pain and shock nearly
made her pass out on the first blow. The man continued savagely
belabouring her pudenda, interspersing these attacks with blows to
her buttocks and rear opening. The nerve endings in the lips of her
sex fired intense pain signals to her brain each time they were struck,
but Eve was chained and naked, completely powerless to do anything
to reduce that pain. Some of the blows even reached under her body
and up to the hood that covered her clitoris, and she felt their cruel
sting in this the most sensitive part of her anatomy. The entire region
from her still-erect clitoris to her derriere were burning with the pain
and physical abuse from the riding crop. She writhed in her bonds to
no avail, and tears continued to flow from her eyes and trickle down
the front of her body into the sorely-abused area between her legs.

The man stopped his rain of strokes for the third time but Eve
continued crying, sure that her was only stopping in order to change
the details of his attack. Unfortunately for her, she was right, for he
undid the chains attached to her neck-band and her wrist- and ankle-
irons and turned her around to face him. Pushing her back to the wall,
he re-fastened her bonds so her limbs were again spread out in an
the shape of an X. Her upraised arms had the effect of lifting her full,
round breasts upwards so that their erect nipples pointed straight out
like little beacons on hills, attracting his eyes. She turned her head to
the side so that she could avoid his gaze, but he reached out and
cruelly twisted her head towards him. He paused for a moment to
admire her body from the front, and then stepped back and made the
crop hiss up to her open sex, striking her nether lips yet another cruel
blow. Again and again he struck, sometimes hitting the black triangle
of hair above her sex, but mostly the lips of her sex itself. He paused
once more.

She saw his eyes fasten on her heaving breasts and screamed, "No
!" in terror. He aimed his next blow at her left breast, striking the
pouting, fleshy globe near the hardened nipple and eliciting yet
another scream from Eve. The next ferocious blow struck the nipple
itself, sending an intense jolt of pain throughout the sobbing girl's
body. He began to alternate his blows between her left breast and her
right so that each would receive an equal amount of punishment.  A
couple of times he struck her belly with the crop, but he seemed to
prefer inflicting pain on her full breasts. Before long, her swinging
bosoms were covered in red marks caused by the beating. Try as she
might, she could not avoid the harsh blows of the riding crop upon her
naked body which was covered in a sheen of perspiration, making it
appear even more sleek. The struggles of this beautiful, naked and
helpless woman covered in sweat and tears and the red marks which
he had inflicted upon her flesh, only served to intoxicate the man
more and he belaboured her breasts with renewed vigour. She
screamed with each blow to her soft, bouncing breasts and begged
him to stop beating her, promising that she would do anything for him
if he did, going so far as to offer him complete access to the
pleasures of her body. Of course, the man only laughed at this,
knowing that in any case, when he was finished with her, she would
obey his every command without question as his willing slave and
that her body would be his property to do with as he wished.

When the man decided he had assaulted her breasts sufficiently, he
stilled his whip hand and began to unlock Eve's chains. Her soft,
tortured body was wracked by sobs of pain and humiliation while
moisture continued to flow from her eyes and from her sex. The man
left her the iron bands still locked in place around Eve's wrists,
ankles and neck, although they were no longer attached to the rings in
the wall. He drew her naked, throbbing body to him and kissed her on
the lips. She responded fervently, worshipping with her mouth the
man who had tormented her, who now offered her a sign of
tenderness. Of a sudden, the man broke off the kiss, stepped back a
pace and slapped her cheek viciously. She cried out in hurt and
disbelief at his actions, but he only smiled in satisfaction. "Kneel
down !" he commanded curtly. Shocked at his first words to her
throughout her ordeal, she could only stand there in confusion and
surprise. When the girl did not respond to his command, he raised his
other hand, which still held the riding crop, and struck her a blow on
her smooth white thigh. "On your knees, bitch !" he growled
threateningly. She obeyed tearfully, almost falling as she knelt before
him on the cold, hard flags, her head bowed in resignation. When she
raised her head briefly, she saw her naked shame in the mirror
directly in front of her, the sight prompting her to quickly lower her
head once more. Her tormentor lifted her head and slapped her face
again to emphasise his next order. "Spread your knees, slut !" he
shouted. She moved them a couple of inches apart. Instead of
verbally correcting her error, he simply hit her again, but harder. She
realized her mistake and spread her knees about a foot apart,
partially opening the lips of her sex as a result. The man stood back
and observed his handiwork, the rendering of this woman into an
abject, sobbing creature, down on her knees in front of him, who
would obey his every whim. He walked once around her, surveying
her sweet derriere, her soft, full breasts that moved with each breath
and the flat belly that plunged down to her sex, no longer hidden
between her beautiful thighs.

"Caress yourself !" he barked. A deep flush suffused those parts of
Eve's body that had not already been reddened by the touch of the
whip or riding crop. Unfortunately, she was once more slow in
responding to this command and found herself being belaboured
about her breasts with the riding crop. When at last this punishment
ceased, she reached down to her sex, parted the lips and tentative,
began slowly rubbing her clitoris, using the moisture which dripped
from the interior as a lubricant. She stopped, unable to bear the
shame of caressing herself in front of a man. Of course, she was
beaten for a entire minute about the upper body in return for her
intransigence. "Now, try again !" he ordered through gritted teeth, his
face white with anger. Eve spread her lips again and recommenced,
crying as she did, so deep was her shame. She was so aroused that
her tears stopped rapidly and her breathing increased with every
stroke of her fingers. Her sex dripped moisture onto the floor from her
arousal and her other hand crept up to caress her breasts, kneading
them and toying with their erect nipples. She caught sight of herself in
the mirror again and saw how she was making love to her own body
as the man watched arrogantly, superciliously. What she was doing
to herself, coupled with the pain and shame of everything that had
gone before, drove her, panting and whimpering, over the edge before
she knew what was happening. Crying out in ecstasy, she threw her
head back as a stupendous orgasm shook her naked body and liquid
oozed from her open sex. Exhausted and weakened, her guilty
hands fell from her nether lips and stiff nipples, and her she sank
back on her heels, too tired and too afraid to close her legs to the
caress of the cool air and the piercing gaze of the man.

He did not move, pleased that her lesson had finally been learnt. She,
having being almost completely broken in spirit, was horrified to
discover her exquisite pleasure at having been totally abused,
degraded and shamed by this man. Kneeling there before him with
her legs spread, the lips of her still-dripping sex wide apart, her body
still hurting furiously from her beating and with iron bands and chains
still imprisoning her wrists, ankles and neck, she realized she was
totally in this man's power, mentally and physically. What she did not
yet comprehend was that she would now be the slave of any man who
stood before her, not just this one who had tamed her. Except for a
brief kiss which had just been the cruel prelude to more pain and a
different kind of humiliation, he had only used the whip and riding
crop to touch her most feminine parts, her sex, her breasts and the
undulating curves of her buttocks. Nonetheless, she knew she had
surrendered up her will to his and that her bare, stinging flesh was his
to command.

The man reached down, placing his hands under her elbows and lifted
the trembling girl to her feet. Her head remained bowed and her gaze
fell down her naked body to the flags of the cold stone floor. He took
the chains attached to the iron bands around her wrists and led her
from the room. Completely docile, she followed without crying or
offering resistance. Back they went, through the many passageways
until at last they reached the room where she had been confined
previously. The bed on which she had slept and made love to
Mathilde was different. It was fitted with new bedclothes, but most
significantly, iron rings had been welded to each corner of the head
and foot of the bed. The man pushed her roughly to the bed and she
acquiesced immediately. Stretching her limbs once more into the
shape of an X, he fastened her wrists and ankles to the iron rings. He
paused to examine her helpless beauty one last time, her large, soft
breasts, her smoothly curving thighs and the dark patch of hair
between them, then threw the covers over her naked body, now
chilled from her long, unclothed walk along the cool passages that led
to this room. As soon as he closed the door, the chained girl began
crying quietly to herself. Since her hands were chained, she could not
wipe the tears from her eyes and they ran down her cheeks onto the
sheets. Her legs were spread by the bonds that attached her ankles to
the foot of the bed, preventing her from closing her thighs to protect
her sex. She would be absolutely defenceless all night. If a man
wandered in and wished to take her, he need only tear the bedclothes
from her naked body and enter her, for she would be unable to offer
even the slightest resistance to his desires. This aroused her and
she felt herself becoming moist at the thought before her exhaustion
from her ordeal drew her down into sleep.