Pirates of Bondage Island

Description

On some of the more remote islands in the Caribbean there is not too much regard for the law. In fact, anyone with enough money can do almost anything he wants, so long as some of that money finds its way into the hands of corrupt officials regularly.

So, when a very rich and sadistic husband and wife find it amusing to abduct young women and torment them until they become bored with them, there is no one to stop them doing it. At least, there’s no one to stop them until their activities, as well as a profitable sideline in drug smuggling, come to the notice of a certain agency. The agency needs proof, and the only way to get it is to send in an agent who won’t arouse suspicion, someone who can play the part of an innocent young woman but who has the skills to gather the evidence needed. What could possibly go wrong?

A typical John Savage novel with plenty of beautiful women, strict bondage, chains, whips and assorted other punishments.

Published Dec 2019    47,000 words

“You can’t be serious! That will kill me!”

The cry of distress came from Jen when she saw what Gloria planned to do to her as punishment for letting Kathy escape death.

“I don’t think so…” was all that Gloria would say. “Haven’t had a girl die from this yet. Of course, there could always be a first time…”

Jen stared in wide-eyed disbelief at the woman who regarded her life so casually. “Please, you can’t mean this. Punish me some other way. Whip me. But not this.”

“Shit,” exclaimed Gloria. “You’re making such a big deal out of it. It’s just a little hole I’m going to make in your nipple. Well, two holes. There are two tits, after all. Don’t be so silly – people have piercings all the time, all sorts of people. You won’t be unique.”

Jen felt as though she was going to pass out. Sitting on the small table next to the chair was the type of punch used to pierce earlobes for earrings. And two gold rings.

Nipple rings are all the fashion now. Of course, it gives me a good way to tether you, sort of like the old ring through the bull’s nose. Hmmmm… I guess I could put a ring through your nose, too. Wouldn’t be too hard. Never tried that, tho’, but it shouldn’t be any harder than punching a little hole in your nipple. Oh well, let’s get on with it. William, please tie her to the chair.”

The naked Jen was dragged over to the solid metal chair that just happened to be bolted to the concrete floor. Superior male strength forced her to sit down. A second guard held her in place while rope was wrapped around her ankles so they could be pulled up alongside the chair and then tied to the back legs. That forced Jen’s knees apart and made the edge of the seat cut into the flesh of her thighs.

The handcuffs were unlocked and her arms pulled up and over the back of the chair. The top edge of the chair’s back came to just under her armpits, so her arms hung straight down behind it as William bound them together, at the wrists and again just above the elbows. A little rope was left hanging down from the wrists, and that was tied to the bottom rung of the chair, but not before being pulled very tightly. Jen’s arms were pulled down behind her and quite solidly locked in place. The strain pulled her shoulders back, which made her breasts stick out – an effect she did not appreciate at that point. More rope was wrapped around her chest and the chair back, both above and below her breasts. That had the effect of welding her back to the chair, but also making her breasts stick out even more from the way the ropes pressed in right above and below them.

When William stepped back, Jen was quite solidly bound to the chair. She could shake her head and wiggle her fingers but that was about all. Her chest was held firmly in place, making her an easy target for the sadistic Mistress Gloria. Jen whined in fear but there was nothing she could do about it.

“Now,” began Gloria as she took another chair and sat down directly in front of Jen, “I believe that when they pierce nipples in the fashion saloons, they use ice to make them numb so it will hurt less. Well, sorry, but I don’t seem to have any ice here.” She was enjoying the verbal torment almost as much as she was the anticipation of the act that was to follow.

Logically, Jen knew that the pain would probably be less than some of the things she had endured already on Skull Island. But there was something emotional about this, even though she knew that Gloria was absolutely right – many girls did choose to have nipple piercings and, indeed, were very proud of them. But from the time Jen began to fill out her sweaters, she was excessively proud of her breasts. They were large, firm and quite shapely. They drove men crazy with lust and woman mad with jealousy. And they were totally natural, none of the silicone stuff for her. Now the idea of having a hole poked in each of them and a ring inserted, twisted Jen inside out. For her, it was something psychologically worse than anything she had experienced so far. Whipping her or hanging her upside down was bad, but this was something else.

A little too late, Jen began to struggle against the ropes holding her down. Of course, it was a useless effort and only served to make Gloria (and the two watching men) enjoy the scene more. Gloria picked up the punch, which looked much like a leather punch but with a sharp needle instead of the hollow tube. The needle started out thin but thickened until it looked far too large.

“Tits ready?” asked Gloria, cheerfully. “Oh, almost forgot.” She put down the punch and picked up a cotton ball and a small bottle. “Alcohol. Wouldn’t want to get an infection, would we?” She soaked the cotton with the clear liquid then swabbed down Jen’s left nipple. The evaporating alcohol was cold and her nipple became rigid. She silently cursed her body for cooperating.

“Okay, now the punch. Let’s see, we put it around here like this… Yes. It’s in place. Now, would you like to give the order for it to close?”
Jen refused to play along with Gloria’s mental game and bit her lip to hold back the protest that wanted to come out.

“Oh, come on now, it’s no big thing. Just say ‘GO’ and I’ll squeeze these handles. In a second it will be all over.”
Jen closed her eyes and remained silent. She was not going help Gloria get her jollies.

“I really would like you to give the order,” Gloria said in a reasonable tone.

“Of course, if you don’t want to, I could have William here whip the bottom of your feet until you feel more like cooperating.”

Jen’s eyes opened wide. Her feet were tied to the back legs with the soles facing straight backwards. It would be easy for that guard to whip them and there was nothing Jen could do about it. She had already tried pulling her feet out of the ropes but they were welded solidly to the chair leg. Having no actual experience with it, Jen could only imagine how much being whipped on the soles of her bare feet would hurt.

“It would hurt a great deal,” said Gloria, apparently reading Jen’s mind. “Very much. William, show her.”

Jen started to say something but the first word was cut off by a scream. William, apparently having already positioned himself behind her with a whip of some kind in his hand, struck. There was a terrible, sharp pain in her foot that made her cry out and jerk within her bonds. A second later there was another pain in her other foot. Jen bit her tongue but could not stop the tears from appearing in her eyes. It hurt something terrible.

“The word is ‘GO,’ remember?”

“Yes. Okay, please don’t hit me again.” Jen sniffed and was aware of a salty tear running into the corner of her mouth. “I will.” She closed her eyes and uttered the one word she did not want to say: “Go.”

Expecting a quick, sharp pain, Jen was surprised by just a small prick. But that little feeling began to grow and she realized that Gloria was not going to make the punch with one sure, quick move. Jen whined and bit her lip. The pain grew as the sharp needle worked its way in. As the thicker portions pushed in, the pain increased. “Please, do it quickly,” she begged.

“I might have, but you were so uncooperative,” said Gloria in a mock sad tone. “I don’t like uncooperative property.”

The process of puncturing took a full minute. All during that time Jen suffered both physical pain and mental anguish. And she had to wonder if it would ever feel as good when a man gave it his attention. That was something Jen enjoyed very much, and in her experience most men seemed to enjoy it too. Would it ever be the same? She cried big tears, some of which fell to the tops of her bare breasts and some wet the ropes holding her.
Gloria gave a final hard squeeze and then let the punch open. Despite her fear, Jen could not help herself from looking down. She grew faint when she saw the tiny bubble of blood on each side. As she looked in disbelief, Gloria spread apart one of the gold rings and inserted the end. It emerged out the other side. Then she twisted the ring so that the gap in it was straight down and close to touching.

“Now that wasn’t so bad, was it?”

“Go to hell.”

Jen said it without heat, but she meant it.

“Oh, dear. The property is getting uppity again. We’ll have to see about some punishment for insubordination. But first, let’s get the other one ready.”

The process was the same, the cleaning with alcohol, the positioning of the punch, and the request for the go-ahead order. This time Jen gave it without the need of prompting on the bottom of her feet. And again Gloria made it happen slowly, stretching it out until Jen wanted to scream.

It was only a minute before both sides bore a shining gold ring. To Jen’s surprise there was very little blood and the pain, although real, was not as bad as she had braced herself for.

But the show was not yet over. “We’ll keep your hands tied behind you for a few days,” Gloria informed. “Don’t want you pulling the rings out. But, of course, I can’t leave them like this. They have to be closed. That way, if you’re serious about getting rid of them, you really will have to rip them out. William?”

Now it was William’s turn. He sat on the chair in front of Jen and it was only a minute before both rings had been squeezed closed with long-nosed pliers, and then sealed that way with no more than a few seconds’ touch from a small propane torch. Jen cried out, but the pain was only momentary.
Jen looked down at the now complete gold rings and shed more tears. The pain had almost gone, but the psychological impact had not. She was ringed like some animal. Or like a real slavegirl, Gloria would have told her.

“Very good job, William,” Gloria commented when he had relinquished the chair to her.

“I’ll smooth and polish them later,” he told her. “You’ll never be able to tell where the joint is.”

“Well, how do you like them, property?” Gloria asked.

“They’re barbaric!” cried Jen.

“True. But they do look pretty. And I’m going to have so much fun using them to chain you to posts and things. Every woman should have tit rings. I think I’ll do this to that other property, also.”

Gloria stood suddenly and turned to the door, issuing orders over her shoulder. “I’ll be right back. Meantime, whip her feet slowly but regularly. Maybe that will make her more eager to cooperate next time.”

William and the other man took up positions behind Jen. “No, please, you can’t. It hurts! Haven’t I been hurt enough?”

The reply was a sudden pain in her left foot. It seemed worse than the first strike had, maybe because it was applied over the first blow. A few seconds pause then another pain, this time in her other foot. Jen twisted her feet and wiggled her fingers but could not stop the slow whipping of her feet. It was surprising how many nerves there are on the bottom of the foot.

Gloria apparently took her time coming back. Jen lost count of the painful strikes on her feet. Blinking back tears, she was actually glad to see her owner come in. It would mean an end to the beating of her feet. At least she hoped so.

“Okay, you can stop the whipping. Leave her here. For at least the rest of the day,” Gloria ordered. “And make sure when she’s taken back to her cage she can’t possibly touch or rub the rings.”

“Yes, Mistress.”

Gloria turned to go but paused at the door. “Oh, and one of you should come back here every hour to whip her feet. Just a dozen hard strokes each time. That should keep her from getting bored!”

“Yes, Mistress.”

Jen whined. This was not a good day for her.