Still kneeling on the ground, Natalie hung her head to avoid eye contact with Alex. She didn't want to see him after bringing him to orgasm. The whole event blurred in her mind, and she tried blocking the image of his erect cock being forced into her mouth repeatedly. And she felt ashamed: at the forcible sex act, at being naked in front of him, at being out of her own control, and at the way her body reacted to it all. The whole thing turned her on in a way she could not understand. Yet, she wanted to run. She wanted to break free from the two women holding her and flee the house. It wasn't going to happen, so she resigned herself to playing the slave until an opportunity presented itself.
Alex felt a mix of emotions. He wanted to punish the young woman for her theft. It wasn't just about him; he wanted revenge for all the clients she had robbed. All of these people were in a vulnerable position to her. Many, like Alex, relied on her for all of his needs. To be robbed by her felt humiliating and showed he could not stop her.
While his need for anger never lapsed, he could not deny the sympathy he felt for her. Gambling is an addiction, and she had no control. He had taken advantage of her weakness, and the thought of the shifting power dynamic was not lost on him. She exploited his weakness and stole from him, and now he was using her addiction to blackmail her.
He worried about his two accomplices. Brittney and Ebony pushed her hard and enjoyed punishing her. Alex was in a delicate spot. He wanted to break Natalie down but do so over the next thirty days. Brittney and Ebony had a much shorter time frame, motivated by their desire for revenge. If he allowed them to abuse her, Natalie might be broken into a mindless submissive. If he held back Ebony and Brittney, they might resent Alex's control. He had to keep things in balance and maintain his dominance over all of them. He needed the two contributors for this plan, and for now, their interests would align on Natalie's first real punishment.
"That was a good attempt, slave, but I can't overlook your disobedience before your two mistresses showed up. Ladies, why don't you teach her what happens when she misbehaves," Alex said.
Ebony took control of Natalie's arms and twisted her around until her chest was pressed against the bed and her legs stood straight over the edge. Natalie let out a whimpering screen and felt her left ankle get pulled to the side and held at the base of the bed. She struggled to free her leg, but something held it firmly. Her right leg was similarly pulled sideways, and her right ankle was also bound. Both legs were stretched to their limits, and her knees were almost hyperextended.
While this was happening, Brittney climbed over her and onto the bed. She grabbed Natalie's wrists and stretched her arms out. Her legs were now straight and apart as she bent over the edge of the tall bed with her arms stretched over her head and lying face down. When Ebony reappeared, she applied a leather cuff to Natalie's left wrist and then attached it to a chain bolted into the wall near the headboard. Her other wrist was similarly bound. Now that she was secured by the cuffs and chains on her wrists and ankles, it allowed Ebony and Brittney to move freely about the room. Natalie's legs were stretched, her torso bent over the bed, wrists and ankles bound, and her naked ass pointed outwards.
"What are you doing? Please let me go!" she shouted. Tears streamed from her eyes as she realized the vulnerability of her situation.
Footsteps pounded the floor around her, and then Brittney jumped on the bed to lie in front of her. She held something in her hand, a long black paddle. Natalie saw one of these once in a porn where a guy in a leather mask beat a woman on the ass with it. The reality of the situation hit her like a bolt of lightning. "No, please, no." She wanted to scream, but it came out as a whisper. Cool hands touched her ass cheeks, making her flinch.
"Batter up," Brittney said with a mischievous smile and tossed the paddle to Ebony, who stood behind Natalie's bare bottom.
Alex rode his wheelchair closer to the bed. "Natalie, you need to understand why you're being punished. You disobeyed me and broke the rules. The sooner you understand this, the easier this month will go for you. Now, I want you to call out each hit. I want you to thank your mistress every time she graces you with her paddle. If you don't call out the hit or thank her, we'll start over from the beginning. You're going to want to focus. Ebony, feel free to begin whenever you're ready."
Ebony took a step back, turned sideways, and raised the paddle over her shoulder. "Thank you, Mr. Alex. You have no idea how happy you've made Brittney and me."
The paddle came down and struck both of Natalie's cheeks. Her body jolted from the impact, and a scream interrupted from her mouth. The pain was incredible. Nothing in life had prepared her for it. Her ass burned, and her mind raced for some way to stop the raw pain.
On top of that, she felt humiliated. The reality of the situation set in. She was at the mercy of these people. They could do anything to her, and she let it happen. She agreed to be Alex's slave. So horrified by it all, she didn't remember her instructions.
Ebony paused and listened. "I don't hear anything. Okay, starting over."
The paddle came down harder a second time, and Natalie's body jerked from the impact. She tried to squeeze her legs shut, but they were held by the cuffs. Her arms flexed, but they were held by the chains, which rattled. Her scream had turned to a loud whimpering. "Oh my God, oh my God. Please stop. I don't want to do this anymore."
Alex laughed. "If you want to give up, we can turn you over to the police. But until you decide to break the contract and go to jail, you are mine. Do you want to stop and go to the police?"
"NO!"
"Fine. I'm not going to ask anymore," Alex said. "Unfortunately, you are not counting and thanking your mistress, so we are starting over again."
The next strike landed across the thighs. The pain was white-hot. Natalie's head shot up, and she let out a terrific cry. She cried so hard that the tears left wet stains on the quilt where her head rested. Somehow she found her resolve enough to say, "One! Thank you, Mistress Ebony."
Brittney gave a slow clap as she heard the words. "The little whore is finally getting with the program."
Another whack of the paddle came, this one on the meaty top of her ass. Natalie sucked in a breath and held it as the pain spread through her bottom. "Two! Th-thank you, Mistress Ebony."
The next three strikes came one after the other, and Natalie followed the instructions. Even though she had been struck seven times, she was only halfway done. Her eyes had been shut all this time, but in the pause after the last, she opened them to see Brittney climbing off the bed and taking the paddle from Ebony. Natalie said a silent prayer, hoping the final five would go easier. As she felt a cool hand rubbing her sore ass from behind, she saw Brittney come into view in the corner of her vision. She heard a whisper in her ear. "I'm going to hit you so hard, you're not going to be able to sit for the entire fucking month of May. Please lose count, so I get to start over, you stupid bitch."
All Natalie could do was sob. When the first strike came, she realized what she had already known — Brittney was the stronger of the two women. The strike sent a ripple through her entire body. The legs of the bed squeaked as they moved along the hardwood floor. Natalie felt nauseous, and her ass throbbed. It hurt so much that she almost went numb. Looking up through half-lidded eyes, she saw Ebony smiling and waving her fingers at her as she lay on the bed in front of her.
"Six. Thank you, Mistress Brittney."
