The Countess of Symiade

by Alcazar
- do not use without the author's permission.


Chapter 3: Humiliated!

How long had she been here?

She had lost all notion of time in the absolute silence and the pitch darkness that surrounded her.

Her legs ached. She had tried to shift weight from the toes to the heels and nearly had lost her balance. She could make no move except standing bent over forward while balancing on her toes. Once again she wriggled her arms in a vain effort to free them from the single glove.

And yet, despite her acute discomfort, the feeling of utter helplessness excited her. With each movement she felt her breasts sway free, dangling in the cool air of the cell, ready for anyone to grab them, squeeze them. Her legs were spread wide apart and her naked cunt was there for the taking. She was totally at the mercy of whoever would open that door and the thought alone made her pussy dripping wet. She moaned as she tried to close her legs and somehow ease the yearning for a cock, a dildo, anything shoved up and into her.

But the spreader bar held her legs firmly apart. All she could do was lean into the collar chain to ease the weight on her legs and moan and wriggle while feverish erotic images drifted through her mind.

The clicking sound of stiletto heels approaching on a stone floor made her raise her head in anticipation. The bolts were shoved back and the light was switched on, almost blinding her after the pitch dark. Through half closed eyes she saw Lisette coming towards her. She was dressed as usual but his time the black dress looked a little bit shorter. Every step she took showed her stocking tops and garter tabs. And her décolleté was wider and deeper, showing most of her fine breasts. And a large strap-on dildo dangled from her left hand.

She stood very close to the bound and gagged Paula and said sarcastically:

'So, how does our would-be Countess feel after her little punishment?'

Paula just closed her eyes and did not react.

'Oh, you don't want to talk about it? But I do think you secretly enjoy it! Here, let me check!' and she reached between Paula's legs.

Paula moaned 'Nnnnnh!' but the spreader bar prevented her closing her lags. So she tried to turn away.

Lisette grinned. 'No, no, stay here!' she said while she firmly grabbed one of Paula's dangling breasts.

She lightly rubbed her fingers in Paula's snatch and cried out 'Ahhh, you're wet! Soaking wet! Just as I thought!' She brought her hand up and Paula tried to move her head away from the fingers that smeared her face with her own cunt juice.

'Aha, madame l'artiste! You're nothing but a dirty submissive slut. I bet you have been dreaming of someone ramming a cock up that tight cunt of yours!' She moved her hand over Paula's pussy lips again and said 'You know, it IS a nice cunt...' Grinning Lisette showed Paula the strap-on dildo and said 'I think you are really ready for some nice extra punishment!'

'Nmmmmmhhhh!' moaned Paula, while she again tried to move away, barely keeping her balance on the absurd ballet boots.

'Ohhh, you don't like to be fucked by a woman?' said Lisette in mock surprise as she hitched up her short skirt and girded the strap-on dildo around her waist. She buckled it up and turned towards Paula, the dildo sticking out obscenely from under the hem of her skirt.

'Ohhh, look what have we here?' she said in mock surprise as she fondled Paula's swollen, wet clit 'Something to play with!' Paula screamed 'Nnnnnnnnnnhhhhh!' as Lisette kneaded and massaged the erect clit. Lisette just giggled while she started to knead one of Paula's nipples, moving rhythmically in sync with the finger that circled and tickled Paula's clit. And with her fingers playing Paula's sensitive spots, Lisette was whispering softly and coaxingly.

'This is what you have always wanted, is n't it? This is what you secretly dreamt of, when you were alone in your bed, with one hand kneading your clit and the other pinching your nipple. This is what you secretly wanted all these years, to be bound and gagged and dominated and used. Used while your pussy grows hot and wet. Used until you beg for a cock deep into your snatch that fucks you hard until you come. Until you come...Until you come...'

Paula wriggled and bucked desperately as she tried to get her dripping pussy away from the circling finger. But Lisette pulled at the chain that held the single glove and raised Paula's arms high behind her back, forcing her to stand deeply bent over. In one swift motion Lisette stepped behind her and quickly rammed the strap-on dildo far up Paula's dripping wet cunt.

Paula shrieked and struggled but there was no escape from the large dildo that moved rhythmically up and down her cunt. And while she struggled and moaned she felt a fire slowly but inescapably building up in her lower belly. A fire stoked by the dildo that went faster and faster inside her. A fire fuelled by Lisette's long-nailed fingers that circled her clit and kneaded her nipple. By Lisette's voice whispering in her ears 'You want to come, you want to come...'Lightning flashes seemed to sparkle before her eyes and suddenly she stopped resisting and surrendered to the incredible waves of lust that shot through her body. Wilder and wilder she moved her hips up and down to meet the dildo with loud, wet smacking sound. And she moaned and whimpered and wriggled as she tried to bend over even deeper, trying to spread her legs even wider, to get the ramming dildo deeper and deeper inside her. Until finally a great wave of fire and ice swept her up and away into a massive orgasm that made her scream and wrestle with her bonds.

Paula hung in the chains, exhausted and sweating, gasping for breath while Lisette leisurely undid the strap-on harness. She took the ballgag out of Paula's mouth and raised Paula's sweat covered head. Smirking she said 'Mmmmm, that was nice, was n't it? And if you behave the Count will maybe do something even better to you. But you have to learn how to behave, little sub!'

Lisette removed the spreader bar and the singe glove and Paula came upright with some difficulty. She was trembling all over, standing stark naked and still wearing the polished steel collar and ballet boots.

'The Count will allow you to have your hands in front today little sub - but only if you behave!' murmured Lisette while she fastened a chain around Pula's waist from which dangled a pair of handcuffs. Paula nodded dumbly and watched meekly as Lisette snapped the cuffs shut.

'Come on - up we go!' said Lisette as she hooked a leather leash to the collar and with a jerk made for the door. Paula stumbled after her in the absurd ballet boots that slipped on the sand covered tiles in the low arched corridor.

When they reached the staircase Lisette halted abruptly and turned to face Paula. Her cat-green eyes flashed angrily and she hissed venomously: 'And don't you forget. The count may call you Madame and Paula. But when we're alone you're in MY power and you're just my little sub. And I can do with you what I like! And whenever I like! Understood?'

The day passed in a nightmare whirl.

Lisette had led her in front of the Count. For several minutes he had just looked at her naked form, without speaking a word. Then he had sighed and while he shook his head he had said in a decisive voice:

'You still do not seem to understand what is required of you. You will have to be prepared for your role: to teach and to give guidance in obedience and submissiveness. But you have shown us that you have no real experience with both subjects. We therefore will re-educate you during the coming weeks, or as long as it takes!'

Then he waved her away and turned back to the papers on his desk.

Her heart sank and icy sweat broke out over her naked body. Re-educate? The coming weeks! As long as it takes! What were they going to do to her? What would happen?

Before she could utter a sound Lisette had taken her down the stairs into a dark cell where she was given a simple meal. Lisette came in when Paula just had swallowed the last bit of bread with the last gulp of coffee. She was followed by Lou-Lou who carried a bundle of oddments she could not recognize.

'Stand in the middle of the room!' snapped Lisette and Paula complied hurriedly.

Quickly and surely Lisette and Lou-Lou dressed Paula in a kind of leather harness with steel studded loops that encircled and pushed up her free hanging breasts. Next they wove a complicated system of straps around her torso. Two separate leather straps went between her legs and came together behind her back. From a wide leather belt around her waist dabbled two leather cuffs and Lisette quickly locked these tightly around Paula's wrists.

Then Lisette held her upright by her shoulders while Lou-Lou removed the ballet boot from her right leg. She stood balancing on one leg while he quickly fitted something that looked like a calf-length boot and pulled the laces tight. A similar boot was fitted to her left leg and soon she stood wobbling on very highly raised heels. But these heels were much wider than those on the ballet boots.

Lisette stepped in front of her, holding a complicated piece of headgear in her hands. It was then that Paula realized what was happening.

It could not be!

They could not...!

'Hey!' she started to shout but Lisette fitted the headgear in one practiced movement over Paula's head. Her mouth was still opened in protest and she closed it just too late. Her teeth came down on the hard leather of the bit and her vision was suddenly restricted by a pair of blinkers.

'Yes my little sub, from now on you're going to be a pony girl. Is n't that lovely?' Lisette purred while she tightened the leather head and chin straps.

Paula gargled and sputtered and shook her head frantically in protest but the bit between her teeth was pulled tight and speaking was nearly impossible.

'Ohhh, you don't want to?' smirked Lisette as she fitted a lavender colored plume to the headgear.

'Nnnnnhhhh' sputtered Paula

'But you'll have to, little sub. It will break that stubborn spirit of yours!' and she giggled nastily.

Paula's eyes filled with tears when Lisette clasped a pair of heavy nipple clamps with bells attached to her swollen nipples. 'You look so cute! And they sound so lovely. Want to hear them?' grinned Lisette and she shook Paula's breasts making the bells dance with a high tingling sound.

'Now the final detail, Lou-Lou!' said Lisette as she stood back.

Paula screamed as suddenly something hard and cold was shoved up her anus. She tried to look behind and down but could see nothing because of the blinkers. She could only feel the horrible thing inserted in her anus and Lou-Lou's hands on her buttocks as he fastened it to the harness. She wriggled as she tried to shake of the headgear and tried to get her hands free. But the wrists cuffs held them in an iron grip close to the belt and she could not reach either the humiliating thing in her ass or the demeaning bit in her mouth.

Lisette hooked a pair of reins to the bit rings and pulled her forward, towards the corridor and past a large mirror. When Paula looked at herself she gasped and a feeling of despair overwhelmed her. 'No, no, nooooooo....' She screamed despite the bit in her mouth and tears streamed down her cheeks.

She saw a woman completely harnessed, in blinkers, with a bit in her mouth and a long and wavy pony tail hanging down between her legs. And the boots had hooves under the soles....

'Come on, little sub or we'll have to use this' said Lisette while she waved a black leather riding crop under Paula's nose. When Paula inadvertently stumbled and stopped walking, Lisette hissed 'It feels like this' and whacked Paula's buttock.

'Ahhhh' cried Paula. She arched her back and involuntary took a step forward.

'Yeah, that's the way, pony girl' hissed Lisette and she whacked Paula's bottom again.

'Aaaggggh' cried Paula and involuntarily started walking forward on the impossibly high heeled hooves. Lisette led her down into a dark corridor and every hesitation of Paula was met with a whack on her bottom. Finally they emerged into a sand filled, courtyard enclosed by high stone walls. To her left Paula saw what looked like a terrace, with some comfortable seats and a table under a parasol. The sun shone directly down on the clear white sand and she noticed something like wheel ruts in a large circle around the pole.

'Lou-Lou, c'est a toi!' said Lisette while she held Paula short reined in place. Paula heard some noises behind her but could not see what was happening. Then she suddenly felt two handles being shoved into her cuffed hands. Involuntary she gripped them and Lou-Lou quickly locked something on to her cuffs. Paula looked down and saw she had been hooked to the towing bars of something behind her.

Then she really panicked. She tried to escape from the handles and the reins and the headgear by throwing herself about wildly. But Lisette held her on a very short rein and smacked her bottom again with the riding crop while she hissed: 'If you don't behave we'll use the cattle prod!'

Finally Paula stood still, shivering in humiliation and fear while tears streamed down her face.

Lou-Lou came into her restricted vision again and she cringed at the presence of that hideous figure. He hooked something to her collar and looked at Lisette.

Lisette pulled the reins over Paula's head. Someone took them and she felt the towing bars shift as if someone stepped into ... a carriage?

Without warning came a flaming, fiery stroke of a whip across her buttocks and the command 'March!'

Involuntary she took a step forward and halted. The whip came again and someone shouted 'March!' She tried to escape the whip by taking some hesitant steps forward. 'Quicker!' but another whiplash seared her bottom, followed by the command 'Quicker!'

She reluctantly trotted forward, dragging whatever it was behind her. When they reached the edge of the circle, the impossible hooves made her stumble in the soft sand and she nearly fell flat. Somehow she regained her balance and soon she trotted moderately fast across the blazing white sand. The reins jerked her head to the left and she headed that way until the line attached to her collar was stretched taut. And then she suddenly understood why there was a pole in the middle of the courtyard. She was driven around in a circle, tethered to the pole....

'Quicker!' came the shout and the whip cut across her back this time. She cried out and stumbled but again she managed to keep running, this time as if she was in a desperate hurry. As she completed the first circle around the pole she managed to look briefly aside. Lisette was sitting in on the armrest of one of the easy chairs. The doors had been closed and in the reflection of their glass she glimpsed herself running, the pony tail dangling from her buttocks. She was pulling a light sulky in which Lou-Lou was sitting, wielding a large whip!

They kept her going round and round the pole until she had lost all sense of time or direction. Running and trotting, then walking with her knees lifted up high, as if she was show horse. In the end she had collapsed on the hot sand, exhausted and gasping for breath. Even Lou-Lou's whiplashes could not get her up and going again.

'You have to learn to drink like pony-girls do!' said Lisette while she had shoved a little basin of water under Paula's face.

Paula had submerged her parched mouth in the basin and had tried to suck and lap up as much as she could. It was not much because of the bit. And all the while Lisette had stood over her, laughing at her humiliation

'I'll ask the Count if I may keep you here as a pony girl. Our guests would like your style around the pole. We only have to work on your endurance a bit more!' she had said jokingly.

She lay panting and exhausted on the sand and could not even summon up enough energy to protest. Lou-Lou undid the line to her collar and unhooked the sulky from her wrists. Once freed Lisette roughly hauled to her feet and while she stood swaying in the slanting rays of the setting sun, cuffed her hands behind her back. Lisette took her by the reins and led her back to the chateau. She followed meekly, stumbling over her own tracks in the hot sand. They went through a kind of stable door and entered a different part of the chateau. She was led into a cubicle that was lined with roughly sawn planks and had some straw on the floor.

'You will stay here tonight 'said Lisette as she removed the headgear and chained Paula's collar to a ring in the wall. With a few swift movements she attached ankle cuffs and a spreader bar to immobilize Paula even further.

"I'll be back tomorrow, little sub!'

She closed the door behind her with a bang, followed by the rattling sound of bolts driven home.

Helplessly chained to the wall and locked-up, Paula looked around her.

It was a bare, dark cell with straw on the floor. Two basins in a corner, one filled with water and the other with something like cold rice and some vegetables. Her hands were still cuffed to her sides. She would have to eat like an animal...

A bucket to pee in stood in a corner.

Crying she collapsed on the straw...