This chapter of Jessica's imprisonment is distributed with thanks
and appreciation for the work contributed by co-author "Wildthing" of
the English Palace BBS (908) 739-1755. She is a continuing
inspiration.
A VACATION FOR JESSICA CHAPTER IX............in which "Simon SAYS!!"
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Had he appeared in theatrical make-up, Simon could not have looked
more suited to his profession. He was unusually tall, 6',6" at least
and thin to the point of appearing gaunt. His craggy face and large
nose were topped by a thick shock of unruly brown hair. His eyes were
deep set and piercing. He was dressed entirely in black leather.
Pointed toe boots were covered by tight leather trousers. he wore no
shirt under a black leather vest although his work-place was damp and
quite cold. Gold chains, several of them higlighted his protruding
Adam's Apple. He wore one black glove on his right hand which presently
held a riding crop. Simon held a title..."Chief Torturer" One mean't
more to terrify the inmates than to distinguish him. On each of the six
heavy wooden cell doors were two brass plaques "Punishment Room #..."
and beneath it a second "SIMON, Chief Torturer" At present he moved
about room # 3 readying it for the first visit of the new woman, "Mrs.
Brown" The dark stone walled cell was no more than eight feet square.
Illuminated by a real "torch" flaming on a corner wall, the furnishings
included a heavy chain with collar attached hanging straight down from
the center ceiling. Manacles and Collars attached in pairs to the side
walls and a heavy, rough hewn oaken chair occupied a spot under the
hanging chain. A large rustic trunk in the corner, it's lid open,
displayed a vast collection of straps, whips, manacles and God knows
what. The floor was of dirt. Simon's attention to preparation was
interrupted by a buzzing sound........the card access alarm announcing
it's victim. This electronic addition the the medieval setting was
strange as was the small notebook computer on a shelf by the door.
Glancing at the display, Simon was informed that prisoner #2106 was
outside. Jessica L. Brown, Novice Maid was to receive corporal
discipline. 5 strokes missed at the scheduled morning session and the
10 "voluntary lashes" selected for noontime. Her status was "RELAXED
RESTRAINT, FULLY GAGGED". Satisfied, Simon pushed hard on the wooden
door and it creaked open bumping the small grey clad figure that stood
alone with knees visibly shaking. Jessica, blindfolded, gagged, in leg
irons and her hands bound palms together thought she would faint with
fear. To make matters worse, Cindy before inserting the access card and
leaving, had pulled one of the dreaded hoods over Jessica's bald head,
knotted the drawstrings tightly at her throat then replaced the maids
hat. Simon grinned at the sight of his new charge and seizing the loose
end of rope, pulled her stumbling in by the wrists. Simon had his plans
for the prisoner well laid out. At first, there would be no personal
contact...no clue for Jessica as to what was happening. Even before the
door closed behind her Jessica could feel the difference in this place.
It was colder not only in temperature but in spirit. Who was this
Simon and what would her payment be like. Even through the hood and her
gag, Jessicas could smell the damp odor of this room. For the first
time she was glad to have at least the unniform to help keep out the
chill. Her thoughts wandered to Dr. masters and his explanation of her
paying off the bounced check by visits to the dungeon. Well he
certainly was right there. This place felt positively medieval and
terrifying...and as yet Simon had not made a sound. The silence, as
intended, made jessica very nervous. She felt her hands being untied.
She felt herself being pushed against the cold, damp wall. Her arms
were being pulled upward and attached to restraints high on the wall.
The next thing she knew, her skirt was lifted and tucked into her
apron. She felt her body tighten and her muscles shiver in
anticipation of the first blow. <THWACKK!!!> The sharp solitary sting
of that first blow made Jessica weak. Not the whip or the paddle but
something, a switch or a crop <?!?!> And not on her ass but on her
thigh. With the first strike jessica's thigh SCREAMED! The steady
burning that followed tore through her whole body. The second stroke
landed on the opposite thigh. Jessica tried to move...to get
away...but all she felt was that cold wall scraping at her chest. Each
strike was being timed.....just as each went from stinging to burning
another found it's mark. Despite the coldness of the room, Jessica
began to sweat! Five strokes tore at her body before they ceased. When
she was not released, Jessica reminded herself of what she already
knew. She owed ten more "noon-time" strokes now..... She could scarcely
catch her breath through her sobbing...she felt her feet roughly kicked
as wide as her chain would allow. She was totally unprepared for what
she felt when the first of these blows landed on the soft skin of her
right inner thigh. Every muscle in her body convulsed. Had she not
been virtually hanging from the wall, she knew she would have fallen to
her knees. The second stroke landed just slightly higher than ther
middle of her inner thigh, the third...even higher! Even through the
searing stomach-sickening pain, the thought of where the next stripe
might land made Jessica crazy! This was NOT lost on Simon. The next
three blows were laid to her LEFT inner thigh. Her entire body shook
violently with each new blow. She clawed at the wall but could find
nothing to hold onto but sklimy rock. She pressed herself tighter
against the wall trying to escape Simon's tortures. In a finale', Simon
administered the last four lashes to the tender undersides of both
buttocks. Then, still without speaking, he released her wrists from
their restraints on the wall. Jessica collapsed to her knees, sobbing
into her dark, cloth prison. Simon with no sign of compassion or pity
hoisted her to her feet and tied her hands unnecessarily tight behind
her back. Her torturer pulled the cap off her head and fumbling with
the throat cords, he untied the cloth hood and pulled it off her,
staying directly behind her. As though he had done it a thousand
times, practically in oone motion, Simon pulled her hat back down over
her eyes and stuffed her hood in her apron pocket. He made no move to
pull down the back of her dress. Only as the door opened and Jessica
was pushed out into the corridor did Simon speak. "Now go to work Mrs.
Brown. I'll be awaiting you after dinner <heheheheeee>" The door
creaked shut and Jessica was alone in the hallway....Confused,
heartsick and in pain like she'd never known. Her legs were on FIRE!
from the inside out it seemed...and it grew more intense...not less.
She SCREAMED! into her gag with every movement of her legs! <"MORE??
THERE WOULD BE MORE AFTER DINNER?!?!"> It couldn't possibly be...Dr.
Masters was only scaring her.....<"Have to go to work..where???.....up
the hall???? toward the light ?"> The damned cap was over her eyes and
so thick was this one that she could only make out light. She began to
walk toward it. It took all she could do to make her legs move.....each
movement intensified the pain <"Oh God!!!! What if they ARE going to
whip me?!?! What if it's my thighs again??!!!......THEY WOOUULLDDNN'TT
!!!! "?!?!" Jessica lost it and sobbed hysterically at the thought of
ANYTHING EVER touching her scourged thighs... Even with her mind
nonfunctional and her body screaming in pain.. Jessica knew she had to
move and she tried. At one point the light became brighter to one side
and something told her it was a lamp in the hall. Like a moth she found
her way to it and tried desparately to hook her hat on something so she
could at least see where she was going. After countless tries at a
curly-que piece on the lamp, she got a purchase on the ruffle of the
hat and she began to lower her body...hoping to God not to knock over
the lamp. The heat was INTENSE and she had to put her face right
against the bulb to keep contact. As she lowered ever so gently,
Jessica felt the strong elastic of the cap giving enough for it to ride
up on her forehead. She managed to get the ruffle over her eybrows and
at last she could see! As she rose and pulled away from the light..the
cap SNAPPED! right back down where it had been and blind again,she
began the process all over. So engrossed was she that she almost forgot
the pain racking her body. Once again, crouching and bending just so
Jessica managed to hook the lampt under her cap and once again she
began to lower gently...ever so gently. Then! without warning Jessica
felt the cap just FLY! off her head...!!! Like someone had grabbed it!
Her bald head felt cold the light still blinded her but to a large
shape...a man!!! "Very ingenious Mrs. Brown < hehehe > You were doing
quite well but I felt compelled to offer my assistance < hehehehe >"
Jessica recognized the voice of Robert Masters. "My, my, my, such a
transition...< hehehehehe > and in what Jessica took as a mocking way
he lightly rubbed her hairless skull then at arms length, neatly
replaced her cap...drawing it to eye-brow level and covering her ears.
Masters seized her arm and began to propel her down the hall beside
him. Jessica was mortified at what she must have looked like taking
long steps and trying to keep her legs apart..she was nearly jumping!!
"Dear Jessica!" you really must have caught Simon at a bad time...caned
thigh's are usually for the second or third visit!! < hehehehe >
Jessica's mind could only be described as "dead" She was acutely aware
of who and where she was, what had just happened to her, who was
dragging her along to somewhere...but it was all dull....and didn't
matter. They made a sharp right turn and practically bursted out of
some double doors. The were outside and headed across the parking lot
toward the dormitory. Entering the building, the pair headed for the
back and in the laundry area they found Sandra at an ironing board.
She wore only panties and bra and 4" black heels with the ankle ends of
"serving chains" Serving chains were essentially handcuffs with 18"
ankle chains and 12" wrist chains. But these were connected by a
padlocked chain 2-3' in length depending. While not overly resrictive,
it was difficult for a woman to forget she was a prisoner. As the pair
entered unexpectedly, Sandra turned to them mutely. By her fatigued
expressionless eyes, even Jessica knew this girl had been wearing her
RKG + for an awfully long time. Masters quickly unfettered the Warden
and tossed the restraints aside. He made no motion toward her gag
though jessica saw the anticipation flash across her eyes. The M.I.T.
logic was oh so simple. Masters had a task for Warden Sandra. She would
need to walk and use her hands. She would NOT need to speak...she would
remain gagged until...whenever. "Sandra, I want you to freshen up Mrs.
Brown here. She may shower and you'll tend to her stripes. Take her to
the kitchen for supper. Then you will prepare her for cocktails. You
know the routine...are there questions??" Sandra slowly shook her head.
Master's gaze fixed on the bewildered Jessica. "And you??" Jessica just
stared...her head was full of questions but none mattered..she shook
her head. "Or if you don't like cocktail parties I'll have you dropped
off back at Simon's" Jessica didn't know whether he was joking but she
earnestly shook her head again. "Then that's 6:00 at my office...oh,
yes! I'll have her in RED! please Sandra......< hehehehe >
A few hours later, at 6:00........Jessica was in RED! Sandra
wearing only a gray shift instead of her usual Warden's uniform raised
the knocker twice on the heavy oaken door to Dr. Masters' office. She
was indeed sad...seeing all the preparations for tonight's cocktail
party...smelling the goodies in the kitchen as Jessica was fed, Sandra
couldn't understand why she had not at least been chosen as part of
security...but she would never know and as the door opened and Robert
Masters nodded to her and drew Jessica inside, in serving chains again
and the same soiled RKG +, she plodded back to her area and more ironing.
Within the office, Masters smiled broadly at the sight that greeted his
eyes. Sandra had done marvelously! Jessica stood at attention and in
spite of her pained thighs, held her legs together and balanced on 5"
red patent heels with LOCKING ankle straps. Her dress nearly defied
description. A sleeveless scarlet sheath fit her like a second skin
from the Mandarin collar to the skirt that hugged her contours then
flaired prettily at the knee. Her breasts were uncovered and protruded
through perfectly fit circular openings..and these were bordered in a
red ruffle that encircled the base of Jessica's breasts. The dress had
a heavy 5" wide belt drawn tightly in and held by a large upholstered
buckle. The material from which the "regulation" dresses was made
remains a mystery...with the lustre and shine of silk or taffeta the
cloth had no give to it's weave and was as strong as canvass! Masters
turned his charge about to view the back and was delighted. From just
above her buttocks and opening in a large "heart" or perhaps more of an
"apple" shape........Jessica's ass was well exposed and the nicest
touch was the same red ruffled border all around the area. Sandra had
bound Jessica perfectly. She had laid her arms parallel at the small of
the back and actually laced the sparkling white rope through her wrists
and arms while affixing them to the thick belt as well. Her hands lay
at opposite elbows and she had NO movement available to her. But then
Sandra had simply passed a 20' rope atop her breasts and drew it back
tightly....she wanted the rope to sink into the womans arms...deep! It
did and she repeated the process laying four rows of perfectly spaced rope
above her breasts and four rows just below the bust. The effect was
like out of a bondage magazine. Stunning rope bondage...overdone... and
Jessica Brown might as well have been in an upper body cast. Masters
tried to appraise her head bondage and was pleased again with the
Wardens work. The captive's head was swathed in red scarves. The only
exception was what Masters knew to be a 32" square white acetate
kerchief in Jessica's mouth. The cloth had been in-folded until it
could present a large "V" shaped wad. This was packed deep in her
mouth, jacking up her jaws painfully. Next a large red scarf was passed
over her skull and the ends knotted. However, instead of under her chin
the ends were drawn through her teeth and buried into the "V" wadding
then pulled too tightly! The cloth bit at the sides of her mouth and
caused her to have to hold her own jaws wide open to reduce the pain.
her cheeks were distended in a grimace. To any observer it looked most
painful...and it was. Now the ends were pulled back and knotted behind
her neck very tightly! and she found her head almost immobile. Any
movement of her head caused the rigid cloth to press the gag inward.
Masters knew too, that although it felt soft and smooth now, the slick
scarf would soon become slippery with saliva and would continuously
slide back in her throat causing poor Jessica endless bouts with her
gag reflex. Another large red scarf was tied over her head with the
ends knotted behind and the cloth at eyebrow level. She looked like a
chemotherapy patient. This was the scarf of the "bald ones" The sight
of Jessica in this condition was more than even Masters had expected.
Perhaps because she was not blindfolded, all of her consisted of two
bright green eyes....the fight having left them, her small nose and the
gagged "grin" of her mouth. Yes, Masters was hot. He turned her around
and she felt fingers near her anus and wondered "what now?" Masters had
retrieved the antenna wire leading to her "pager". Now the foot-long
green wire hung conmspicuously from her rectum. "You'll be needing that
tonight Jess <hehehehe>" and he took her arm and led her out of the
office on a forced march to the ballroom.