Looking to continue

Looking to continue
Part 1.
Golden Flower blinked as soon as it pulled out of the dark casemates, she was blinded by the light of lanterns. Where she was held - in a small dark cell - was pitch darkness. The only occupation in the prison - was regarded as the clock and wait patiently for his fate.
Two of her guards held her too tight. Both guards were beautiful women, swarthy and dark-eyed. Their passionate gazes were fixed on a beautiful and barely covered the body of the Flower. On their full sexual lips played a knowing smile. Woman warrior blushed with embarrassment at the shameless and frank views of his jailers that she was quite peculiar.
She tried to escape his best, but was too weak. The time spent in prison, made itself felt - from the blow to the head that it knocked down and from lack of sleep, it slightly swayed. Warden easily held her, leading her to the throne room, where waiting for a new queen.
The end of the fourth chapter.
"What is new in the continuation of the story?"
Amy looked at the e-mail, thinking the answer. She avoided e-mails and phone calls from his publisher for the past few weeks. But this letter was from Christine, her self-proclaimed "greatest fan."
"Not very good," she typed. "I can not think of anything for several weeks."
Never before had she had no such writer's crisis. Yes, there have been difficult moments from time to time, but to be so. ... And she did not write something serious, like War and Peace. Not at all. Everything was much simpler. She wrote shoddy lesbian sadomasochistic stories with a variety of themed fantasies. Forty thousand words was enough. She is usually able to use the fantasy genre, skilfully weaving weak adventure story, adding a large number of lesbian sex, violence, torture, etc .. It is usually able to write a story for two or three months.
She herself was not really a lesbian. Not at all. It was not extravagant, like many in our day. She was modest, fairly soft and had few friends. As far as she could remember, she had always wanted to be a writer. As a child, she wrote a variety of fantastic stories. Unfortunately, it did not carry, and its serious works have never been published. Publishers always denied to her because her work was too long, too serious, they differ bombastic style and yet for many reasons.
Then she found a publishing house, which was called the House of Chains, quite by accident, searching for publishing on the Internet. They took the manuscript to the publisher, if they contain a lot of sex and not too long. This does not seem inspiring, but the well-being and self-esteem Emmy rapidly disappearing. If she managed to publish something, anything on paper, then it would already be something.
Her first book was completed in six weeks, and the Panthers called Abduction. The story of the arrogant aristocrat who buys wild unrestrained woman as a slave. The result is an aristocrat captive and into the jungle, where she, in turn, becomes a slave.
The book was quickly sold out. As quickly sold out and a second edition of the book. Very quickly publishing seriously interested in her and asked for a second and then a third of the book. Herself without realizing it, Amy made her career. It was not what she wanted to write, but it was pretty easy, the money paid good, and she enjoyed seeing that her books are published. Of course, she used a pseudonym, but she knew it was her book. And that Emmy was enough.
It also meant that she could now earn money writing books, and it was for her all that Amy had ever wanted to do. Now, at 24 years, she was the author of sixteen books, she had her home, she was independent, and that was all she wanted from life.
And now it seemed to her that all this can end. Maybe it was not so bad. She could return to serious literature, at least, try to return. Maybe she should take a break. Just think what else it could do.
Just nothing she did not know how to do. It has always been modest, very lonely, she had few friends. Her parents had died, and the other family members were away. (God, if they knew what she did for a living, it would have killed them).
However, she had a few friends with whom she communicated via e-mail.
She had never met or did not know one of them, and nothing about them, except that they told her. On the other hand she could pick and choose what to tell them about yourself and what is not. And it suited Emmy. It was a bit exciting - talk to people, existing in its own illusions.
Christina was one of the best Internet friends. She wrote the Emmy immediately after her first book was published. And her endorsement, along with the money, it was one of the factors that made Amy continue to write.
"Maybe I can help?" Came the answer in the next letter. "Send me what you have written, and I look at it."
Amy thought about this for a moment. Christina gave her good ideas in the past, and it is definitely considered herself a passionate follower of her books, that was flattering and a little exciting. She even was history, to put all the books in one world, by combining the two villains from various books together.
Definitely worth a try this time. Amy sent her first four chapters of his latest book, Flower Zakovanny, and moved away from the monitor, hoping that inspiration will come out of nowhere. She had no idea what the problem was. The plot is not particularly different from all the other books she has written.
Her heroine, Golden Flower, was a musketeer, who vowed to serve the Queen Tanielle. However, the country was invaded Tanielly her evil twin sister, the witch Salome. Flower Queen helped her escape, but she was caught during the escape. She was brought to Salome.
This is where her ideas dried up. She could not imagine how looked Salome as she dressed, what she would do with the defenseless heroine. As if she did not try to imagine something, she returned to the images of previous villains - an evil witch Senyahaz of the mainstays of slavery, or the Lady of the Rhone Songs decadence and lust, or diverse Ardaly Faces of Desire.
Maybe it was for the best.
Then, the next day or later, Christina told her. "I like it!" - She said. "But I think I understand your problem. I have some ideas that could help. " Amy smiled. She knew that Christine will offer something.
Then she read the next line.
"Perhaps we should meet and talk. I would really like you to come to visit me, thank you for all the inspiration that you give me! "
Amy stopped. She was not going to meet her. It is with no one to meet in person, except for the editor, and then only rarely. What if Christina was mistaken about her? She knew that Christine was a lesbian, and earned a living as a professional lesbian Mistress. Christina could assume that Amy was the same.
No, she could not. That would be foolish. It manages this by herself. It did not matter, even if it will not be able to finish this book. In any case, it was not what she wanted to write. She hesitated, wandering aimlessly around the room, hoping that inspiration will come. Twice she tried to continue the story, and then double-she could not write a word. The second time she was staring at a blank computer screen for half an hour ... until, in the end, did not burst into tears. She stopped crying when she heard the signal that it's another letter from Christine.
"I really think it will be a remarkable book," - she wrote. "I'd like to help you. Please respond".
Rubbing his eyes, Amy replied and said that she would like to come and meet her. She hesitated, before sending the letter and the message removed. But then she thought of a clean screen and the complete absence of ideas and then type the answer. She had never imagined how much it meant for the ability to write. It was the only thing she had done in the past five years. Although you can easily relate to these stories as useless, unpretentious and immoral - she wrote them. It was her story.
Amy did not know what she would do if she could not write any more.
"Great!" - The answer came from Christina. The letter came with the address. Amy thought with relief that Christina did not live so far away. From e-mail she knew that Christina had lived in Britain, so it was not a problem to drive a few hours by train. They agreed to meet, Amy took a few things with him, including his laptop and left.
She met Christina at the train station and was surprised to see her. Amy did not know exactly what she expected to see her, but not exactly the way it was Christina - tastefully dressed woman. Christine had light brown hair gathered in a conservative tail. She was a little higher than the Emmys, and under her clothes could be seen a good figure.
There was another woman. Younger Christina, maybe twenty years, with blond hair and a gorgeous body, which was clearly visible under a short blouse, open jacket and short skirt. She was standing a few steps behind Christina.
"Oh my God!" - Christine cried when Amy walked up to him. "You look so young. I thought you'd be older. Too Asian. All your heroine were from the east. You look exactly like Lily's Star ".
Amy blushed. Lily was a star heroine Hold Slavery, one of her favorite books. It is also one of the most sold. Star Lily was incredibly beautiful and bold, the opposing power Senyahaz witches. Publishers are required to continue.
"You are too kind," - said quietly, Amy, already thinking that it was a mistake to come here. She several times changed its opinion on this matter in the train, but it was too late. She picked up her bags and went forward.
"Kate will take your bags." Blond girl stepped forward and took the bag from the Emmy-hand, smiling broadly. "She's my maid" - Christina added. "Oh, I've waited so long to see you. Come on, we take a taxi to get to my house. "
Christina said in many ways, from time to time to indulge in fanatical devotion which Amy found very embarrassing. Obviously, it is not only re-read all the books over and over again an Emmy, but she learned them almost by heart.
"One of my clients is also a big fan. The last time she came to me, we lost in the people of the scene of the songs, you know, the one where Ron attempts to Chase. "
"I remember this scene" - Amy confessed sheepishly. She wrote this chapter for a few hours, never stopping.
"Bulwark was my favorite book. Or maybe the Panthers. I liked Lily Star. You really need to write a sequel. What happened to her after the castle collapsed and slavers seized her? "
"I could write a sequel" - Amy admitted. She added, "If I ever get rid of this writer's crisis".
Christina has not yet said about any of his new ideas for the flower clad, and Amy was too polite (not to mention the fact that she was nervous) to remind her of them.
Christina probably lived farther from the station than I thought Amy, as it was already dark when the taxi arrived.
"This house is huge" - the Emmy whispered, looking around the house from the bottom up.
"My work brings good income," - said Cristina. "In addition, I work here, and for this we need a lot of space to carry all the fantasies of my clients."
"And, do you have any ... uh ... client already recorded ..."?
"Diary is empty. I will not let anything distract us from our affairs. Oh, I so long wanted to meet you. You look exactly as I imagined. Something between a star and Miriey Lily. "
Constant references to Star Lily puzzled Emmy. Her heroines are beautiful, strong, sensual, athletic, cute. Most of them were asians, it is, but here the similarity ends, at least so thought Amy.
"You must be tired. Kate will carry your stuff to your room. What will you drink, tea or coffee? "
They sat in the spacious living room, Amy looked around with wide eyes. It does not look (as Amy thought should look) like Lady lair. She imagined a place like a scene from her books. Here was an ordinary atmosphere, pleasant environment, nice furniture.
Kate returned with a cup of tea. Amy took a sip. "You, uh ... said that you have some ideas?"
"Oh, we'll have plenty of time for that later. I'm really looking forward to meeting with you, you know that. "
"Yes" - Amy smiled, feeling uncomfortable after so many compliments. It's really not a good idea - to come here. The sooner it will be able to go from here, the better. Perhaps she would have to come up with some family problems, because of which she would have to leave.
She was embarrassed, drank his tea, listening to praise Christine. Finishing his tea, she put the glass on the table.
"You must be tired. On the road, I always get tired. "
"Yes" - Amy said. "I'm tired ... a bit" her dizzy, sudden dizziness came over her.
"Kate will show you your room."
Amy got up to go for the girl. She took a step and almost fell. All swam in her eyes. She took another step and fell to the floor. She felt like Kate raises her, and she was sure that Christine said something, but she did not understand that, because fell asleep.
Amy woke up in the dark, in her head was buzzing. The floor beneath it was cold. She tried to stand up and realized that I was connected. It was bound up with chains, wrists were bound behind his back and attached to a metal collar around her neck. Slightly longer chain was shackled her ankles. Apart from these shackles, she was wearing nothing. She was completely naked.
She tried to reassure herself. Many of her characters she is forced to be in this situation, but she never thought about how to survive something like that herself. She did not have any sadomasochistic fantasies.
It was a joke. That's all. She scrolled this idea in my head a few times and even said it out loud. This was just a joke.
"Hey," - she said at first very quietly. "Hey" - she called louder - "Somebody let me out! Christina! It's ... it's not funny. " Suddenly, from one side of the room formed a rectangle of light, and in the opening of the door opening can be distinguished feminine silhouette. Amy quickly closed her eyes against the bright light, so she did not see the woman who approached her and pulled out, firmly grasping the hands shackled Emmy. Legs Emmy entangled in chains, and she almost fell, but the woman held her. When her vision cleared, she looked around.
The woman was Kate, but she was dressed differently made. She was wearing a tight-fitting leather corset, which barely covered her impressive bust, lifting the breast upward and outward. Also on it was a short skirt, also leather and boots just below the knee. On the wide belt around her waist hung nothing but a twisted whip in the ring.
"What is it?" - Amy said, and she thought her voice sounded ... firmly enough. "It's kind of a joke?"
Kate sharply pressed her against the wall, and Emmy cried out in a surprise attack.
"Her Majesty calls for you, flower. And Salome always gets everything she wants. "
Salome? Flower? The heroines of her books. So what?
And then she realized, she realized that it was an episode, the one from which the writing she had problems.
"Kate, please" - Amy said. "It's not funny. Let me ... please. " Her voice was so sorry that Emmy has become disgusted with herself. Kate took her by the collar and dragged him along. Staggering and stumbling, Amy followed the blonde girl. It was all a joke, perhaps a failed attempt to Christine to help her overcome writer's crisis. She explains Christine, that this is not necessary, and she let go of her. She did not like such things, whatever the content of her books. She did it just for the money.
Oh my God! She was naked, completely naked in front of this woman. Christina also see her naked. She could not even hide behind his hands. Oh no!
"Golden Flower" - there was a low excited voice. "Nice meeting".
Amy looked up. She had absolutely no idea where she found herself. She thought that it was a living room or bedroom Christina. Not at all. It was a large room in an elegant Arabic style, immersed in semidarkness, illuminated by a few flickering candles. The walls and the ceiling hung a chain with fetters, and the floor were mounted hooks. The atmosphere was magnificent. The walls were hung with paintings, each of which is an Emmy noticed with horror, were clad beautiful women.
At the far end of the room, lounging on a long couch, sat Christina, but she was not at all similar to the one woman he met Amy at the train station. All clothes Christine was only a few strips of silk: one lane twine her beautiful breasts, hardly something to hide, another thin strip covering her crotch, front and back attached to a silk sash around her waist. Christina sat with one leg, barely touching the floor bare feet, and the other tucked under him. Artfully made up, she looked sensuously and powerfully, her long hair with soft waves fell over her shoulders, framing a beautiful face.
She looked like a queen, powerful and dangerous woman.
Katya put Amy in front of her knees are not. Christina slowly looked around nude Emmy indifferent gaze downward. Blushing with embarrassment, Amy tried to squeeze the legs and bend over, hiding his nakedness.
"You have a beautiful body, the Golden Flower. Why are you trying to hide it from me? "
Amy wanted to say something, but her throat was paralyzed. She felt a tear rolled down her cheek.
"From my sister you also hid his body? With it, you were a shy? It adds charm to your relationship? "
Amy cried as Kate grabbed her hair and returned to its original position - on his knees, with your back straight. Now her body was completely open to Christina, and she studied him carefully.
"Answer Queen Salome" - Kate hissed at Emmy behind.
"Christine, please" - Amy said. "That's a bad joke. Please, let me go. "
But Christine continued, as if not hearing Emmy. "I grew up in its shadow, you know it. She had everything she wanted. All, whatever she wished. And I promised myself that one day I will take her all. And now, you see? All that she owned, is now mine. Its castle belongs to me, her country. " It is widely and smiled charmingly. "Her lover is mine. Of course, she is not mine, but the will. You tell me where she is. "
"No" - Amy said. "Please, can not you understand that this is a bad joke? Let me go! "- But she could not say it all. All she said was "no", over and over again.
"Yes, my dear, you say. But first you give me as she gave herself. Will you love me like she loved it. You'll be crawling beside my bed, kissing and licking me will serve me and do what I wish. "
"No" - said Amy again. Now she sobbed. "No. Christina, please ... "
"He Shuts it" - Christine ordered dramatically.
Amy cried when Kate suddenly force a thick strip of leather twisted her mouth. The ends of the strips at the back Emmy snap, tight facilitate head. She tried to say something but could not. She felt a disgusting taste of the skin.
"You will call me Mrs. Salome" - Christine said. "Or Your Majesty, how do you like the most. As long as you're not to contact me, you'd better keep quiet. "
All this seemed nonsense, madness. Amy could not quite think. It was just a bad joke. Oh, my God, why is it only came here? Why would she even wrote these books? It was to be expected, that can happen something like this.
"Look at you" - Christine cooed a mock stern voice. "Revesz like a girl. You've been so proud, flower. Such a strong and self-confident. I doubt that you could believe that you find yourself in this situation, is not it? "
Amy shook her head. It was the absolute truth.
Christine rose from his throne - the couch - and went to Amy, slowly and gracefully. She looked just as Emmy and imagined, should look like Salome. Clothing, gait, incredible arrogance and beauty ... everything was perfect.
Kate lifted her head an Emmy when Christina stopped right beside her and looked down. Emmy sorry whimpered when her tormentor gently stroked her face, and, wiping away a tear finger, I taste it. "You're delicious," - she said. "You have a taste of fear."
Kate held tight Emmy. Unable to move, she was forced to face the woman, who slipped to her sleeping pills and now held the power for himself.
"You're going to crawl in front of me" - Christina hissed. "You're going to kiss my feet, you will worship me." Saying this, she stood out in particular the word "will", causing Amy to flinch every time. Christine was not a shadow of a doubt that all this will happen.
"You give yourself to me. You'll be begging me to touch you, kiss you, fuck you, while you do not scream. You will do all this. "
She smiled, and Amy began to tremble. It is many times described the devilish smile of his heroines, but she had never seen a smile like that in reality.
"And you will be mine. Do you have a single chance, a small flower. The only chance before I begin to torture you. You conquer me willingly? "
Attempting? Oh, no, she did not survive. One thing to humiliation, but the physical pain! Amy remembered Katya whip in his belt. Yes, she will do anything to her did not hurt! She could not bear the pain! She tried to say "yes", but her voice was drowned out gag. In desperation, she tried to nod, but Kate held her.
"No?" - Playfully said Christina? "Well, well, anything else and I did not expect from a brave and faithful of the Golden Flower. I am sure, it will require a lot of effort to break you. "
She returned to his throne and sat down.
"But the break, I'll do it." Again highlighting the "do." Emmy was shaking, and she began to sob uncontrollably.
Emmy did not resist when Kate released her from the chains. She might try to flee, but she did not dare. Kate treated her gently, but she made it clear that it may be tougher if the need arises. As soon as her hands were freed, Emmy was delivered to her feet, her left arm immediately raised again chained and chained up so that she could only stand on tiptoe. The second hand remains free. The left leg, a wound-back and bent at the knee, the ankle was too pull up. Amy realized how ... its going to chain.
She began to squirm, but Kate just with more power began to pull his leg, fastening the chain on her ankle. The other end of the chain Katya confined to the right wrist Emmy. The circuit was very short, so there was no way to ease tension. Amy felt the pain. She knew that very soon the pain would be unbearable. Clad Emmy so Kate stepped away from her. Hanging by one arm, Emmy barely kept his balance on one leg.
Christina came very close to helpless Emmy and asked hoarsely: "What were you doing in bed with my sister? What do you love her to do to you? "
Amy just lowed by a leather gag. Her leg began to tremble, and pulled muscles burn fire from the strain.
"She caressed your pussy? She kissed your breasts? "Christine lightly touched his chest Emmy and defenseless girl shivered. It was barely perceptible touch, but Amy shuddered as if an electric current had discharge.
"I'm sure she did it. You have a beautiful chest, my little flower. " She leaned over and kissed the nipple Emmy. At first, she barely touched sensual lips, but then she opened her mouth and began to gently caress the nipple pink tongue. She greedily licked it like a cat, varnish cream. When it is completely wrapped around the nipple with his lips, sucking it, Amy, finely trembling, threw her head back. She had never experienced anything like it. No one is kissing her breasts before. She described such a scene several times, but she could not imagine that she will experience it.
What made her the heroine in such cases? It was obvious that Christina lost in reality an imaginary scene from her book. If Amy was destined to endure it, to stay alive, she would be the likeness of the Golden Flower.
How to behave her character? She tried to focus, to think about the burning pain in strained muscles and a long wet kiss on his chest. How to behave her character?
With alarming evidence, she found the answer to this question. They gave up. All of them were broken under torture. Then they were able to run and win in the end. By a lucky chance, or the help of friends. They had a strong will, but still they were enslaved.
Senyahaz Star Lily made her a slave. Lady Ron broke the resistance under torture Chase. Tarilanna was turned into a miserable slave. Miria was saved from Priestess Lira with their friends. Amy moaned piteously when Christina started to caress the other breast Emmy. Her heroines are strong, brave and lucky, but none of them could not withstand such torture. What can we say about Amy!
Very quickly her nipples hardened and stretched, wet with saliva Christina. The ruthless tormentor hurt squeezed their long fingernails and motioned to Kate. Blonde Christina Warden handed a small metal object. Amy looked at him and her eyes widened in horror. Tool for piercing flesh left no doubt as to the intentions of Christina. No! No! Please no! But she could not speak, and she doubted that Christina will regret it, even if she prayed to her about it. I would not regret it either Senyahaz or Ron. Of course not spare, and Salome.
Emmy has not described the Salome, mentioning it only in conversations or fantasies. Part of the problem with the writing of this story lies in the fact that she had no idea what she wanted Salome and what she looked like, and that was going to do with the Golden Flower. Now she knew it. Salome came to life in her mind, and she looked just looked like Christina. Christina's voice, gentle and charming, imperious, haughty, vindictive ... just so must speak, Salome. And Salome completely alien feeling of pity. It does not stop at nothing to get what she wants, and she wants everything that belongs to her sister.
Flower and Taniella were never lovers, but Salome certainly thought they were.
Amy howled through the gag and desperately twitched in their chains, when the first teat has been punctured with a sharp needle. Christina put in a bleeding hole glittering gold ring and firmly snapped its ends. The same fate awaited the second nipple. Christine joined the two thick golden chain ring, enjoying the pain and horror in the eyes of Emmi.
"My sister has always been too soft. She never treated you like a whore, which you are. I am sure that she will never shackle you in chains, not bound and flogged your little wonderful body. You've been too easy life here, is not it? "
Amy could only look at her, full of animal fear, convinced that Cristina will not stop until it breaks, not completely break. No one will come to help her. No one.
No, Salome! Christina! It was Christine, her "greatest fan", rather than the fictional queen-witch.
"Stand still and see" - told Christina.
She leaned back on the couch, and Kate walked over to her, dropping his leather garments. She passionately kissed his mistress, and then dropped to his knees, kissing and licking tender thigh Christina slowly climbing higher. Amy watched as Christina shook the strongest orgasm.
Never before had she seen such a violent discharge, and certainly never experienced anything like this myself. Through plagued by pain, which is now filled her, she thought that the flower was as inexperienced as she was. Beautiful female soldier, accustomed to the attention of both men and women, did not have much interest in sex.
She was in love with Taniellu, keeping hopeless unrequited love for his lawful queen. Taniella not answered her affection, she did not like it, but the Flower of no one else was interested, and she was alone.
Now, the book began to take shape. Amy could not wait to return to work. But now she was chained, unable to move, but to writhe in their chains that held her. She tried to lift his leg higher to ease the pressure on the wrist chain, but then she almost lost her delicate balance. The pain in her left wrist was so strong enough, not to mention the fact, to keep the entire body weight.
Then she tried to lower the leg as much as was able to return the body to its previous position, up to the limit pulling the chain on his right wrist. She had no choice but to wait and see, and try to conquer pain.
When Christina came, she imperiously pushed Kate aside and rose. Thin strips of silk around her waist was gone. Amy had never seen the genitals of other women, and she could not take her eyes off Christina's crotch. Pubic hair was wet and matted. Christina gave off a pungent smell of sexual arousal. Christina barely touched the stomach Emmy and poor girl almost lost her balance.
"My sister has ever dealt with this matter with you?" - She asked. Emmy lowed under the gag, trying desperately to say something. Christina undid the gag and pulled it out of his mouth Emmy.
"What do you want to tell me, my dear flower?" - She asked.
"Please" - Amy whispered. How she would like to be called? "Mrs. Salome ... please free me from the chains. I will do…". She felt so miserable, she was sick to say it, but she could no longer endure the torment. "I'll do whatever you want."
"You get up on his knees in front of me, I'll kiss his feet?"
"Yes, Your Majesty."
"You will be kissing my breasts and belong to me completely?"
"Yes, Your Majesty."
"You're going to beg me to let lick me, please me, do any disgusting and humiliating things with your body defenseless? Will you give yourself to me as eternal slave? "
Amy cried. "Yes, Your Majesty."
Christine snorted. "This is a lie. Bodyguard Tanielly Queen, Golden Flower, would never give up so quickly. All this is a lie. " Amy tried to protest, but the gag quickly went back into her mouth.
"I do not like being lied to me. Hung here, and maybe then your words will become more sincere. " She left the room with his head held proudly. Kate trotted after her, stopping for a moment to look over, full of triumph, clad girl.
Amy was alone, helpless, immobile, firmly bound in chains and forced to suffer from the relentless cruelty of Queen Salome.
Golden Flower hung in an empty room, crying in despair. It is so fast I almost resigned Salome. It took so little effort to break her will. Even Salome did not believe in it. She thought it was a trick, is not suggesting that the flower really begged for mercy.
Her queen was safe. And this thought a little comforted Bloom during the long hours of painful immobility. Her body, though well trained, very soon began to tremble in pain and unnatural position.
But more severe pain burned her from the inside - a mad desire cruel devilish touch Salome. She remembered the hot kisses on his chest, whimsical affection that made her nipples poured sweet languor. She still heard the mocking questions about what she did with Tanielloy.
The flower does not so dealt with it, but oh, how much she would like to do. Salome was an evil, cruel, perverse and ruthless, but she had something in common with her kind and gentle sister.
Outwardly it was an exact copy Tanielly. It might be Taniella, kissing, caressing, and tortured her. How could Salome know how long flower longed to kiss her real queen and touched her so? How could Salome know how much she looked like a Taniellu, and how difficult it was to distinguish them the Flower.
Amy winced when new episodes of pain pierced her arm and a leg. She swayed, barely able to keep his balance. She knew that her face was bathed in tears. She knew how pathetic represented.
At the same time, new ideas began to emerge and take shape in her mind. She could not even remember the last time I felt something like that - easy to come up with the storylines, characters and action heroes. Now she could invent a book residue it has come to understand all of what she had written so far. It takes a bit to rewrite the beginning, well, the rest ...
She shivered again.
Thinking about writing the book was the only occupation that could distract her mind from the pain and the situation in which she found herself. She had to write again. Of course, it will allow it to Christine. Whatever else it may be deprived, for sure it will be allowed to write.
Amy Heart pounding, when Kate returned to her. She was dressed already different. The thin silk dress clung to her beautiful form. She slowly walked around Amy, admiring the naked body of the writer. Amy was too tired to be ashamed of. As long as it does not withdraw from here ...
Please release me!
Generously Kate relaxed and freed her from the chains. Amy collapsed helplessly on the floor. It could lie there for a long time, whimpering plaintively, feeling the blood filled her numb limbs. When Kate unfastened the chain from the rings in the nipples and pulled the gag, mentally Emmy was very grateful to her. She could not bring herself to speak, and only barely audible whining.
"Come" - Kate growled, attaching thin leather leash to the metal collar Emmy. With difficulty, painfully, Amy stood up and walked behind this heartless woman, leaving the room where it hung chained.
Kate brought Amy into the bathroom, elegant marble and gold in the style of late antiquity.
She wondered if this was done for clients Christina or her tormentor just like this style. When Katya showed her on the toilet, Amy first refused, but Katie penetrating gaze forced her to comply. It brought an Emmy from the world of dreams and fantasies into reality.
Here she was naked and powerless captive woman who is obviously inspired by scenes from her own books. Amy could assume that in the future it expected anguish and terrible future, because that is what happened to her character. These things, of course, it was easier to think of something to survive.
There must be some way out. It should be.
While Amy eased his bladder, Kate did not take his eyes off her, causing terribly embarrassed and blushing.
"You dirty" - Katya said. "In the shower. Pomoysya completely. Lady Order ". She took off her collar and leash and stepped back. Now the writer is nothing left except the rings in the nipples, which can not be removed.
Emmy obeyed and stepped into the shower, wincing as cold water ran through her body. Knowing that Kate looks at her again, she took the soap and began to lather body. Closing her eyes, she tried to enjoy the sensations. Muscles ached in pierced nipples painfully sore skin glistened with sweat, his face bathed in tears. Emmy diligently soap his body, shampooed and rinsed hair long. She was almost finished, and began to feel almost normal, as in normal circumstances, when Kate said: "P..du and ass too. Rinse them better. "
everything was fine Up until this point, all the mediocre and just. Emmy was easy not to notice the presence of Katie and enjoy these moments under the shower. Now she again reminded of where she was and why she did it.
For a moment she hesitated, shame, and fear took possession of her, but then the voice of reason - the voice of the Golden Flower - made her obey. "All the same, you will be tortured then" - said the inner voice. "Take advantage of this opportunity. Push time as long as possible. "
Amy started, and again took the soap, intending to wash thoroughly. When her soapy hand slid along the labia, she was shocked by how increased her clit. A light touch to it caused a shock wave of pleasure that swept through her body. She can not remember the last time I felt something like that. Bitterly aware that she was being watched, she began to rub himself there again.
"Nothing like this" - snapped her Kate. "You're here to get a good clean up and get ready for the Lady, and not play with him."
Again, blushing with shame, the Emmy went to wash. She lowered her head, carrying out the orders of Katie, even lent itself to a humiliating inspection when the blonde sat down behind her on my knees and spread her buttocks.
"Not bad" - in the end, she said. "Turn around to face me, spread your legs and stand without moving." All the same with his head down, Amy turned and froze, legs spread and downcast eyes. She watched as Kate, kneeling, inflicted on the girl pubis special cream and began to gently shave off the dark thick hair. Amy felt unusual coolness between her legs when Kate graduated and got to her feet.
"Wipes. Fast "- briefly she ordered.
Emmy obeyed, shaking drops of water with hands and feet, wiping dry. Kate hurried her, and when she thought Amy dry enough, with her hair still dripping. Kate looked pleased.
Then the chain were back in their places. First collar and leash. Then, manacles on his wrists, this time behind a chain strapped tighter than ever before - just a few centimeters from each other. Finally, shackled at the ankles, allowing to take steps not more than half a meter.
But Kate continued to "decorate" the body of Amy chains. Spiral is tightly wrapped Emmy above and below her breasts, gently squeezing them .... Another spiral ring tightly covered thin waist unhappy girl.
But worst of all for Emmy was that Kate again joined nipple rings heavy chain. From the cold water they have hardened, and the pain subsided a little. Amy screamed when the chain hanging on the rings, causing a sharp pain in sore nipples.
Finally, Kate brought a white robe, which threw on the shoulders of the Emmys, tied a belt around the waist. Draped so that it does nothing to hide - cuffed hands behind his back could not be put in the sleeves and robes were just draped over his shoulders. In this transparent cloak, with a clean-shaven pubis, Amy felt something more than just being nude. It was a piece of clothing that could be torn from it, demonstrating an even greater humiliation.
In the secret corners of her mind was beginning to like the mental image, and she decided to use it later in the book.
Kate kept her on a leash from a luxurious bathroom in the back room where Amy spent a terrible night in chains. The terrible memories come to life again in her, and she trembled with fear at the thought of what it will do next.
But at the same time, rising from somewhere in the depths, there was growing excitement, perverted, awe-inspiring excitement. The thought that Christine - or Salome - it will be possible again to kiss her, touch her, caress her take a toll on the summit of bliss, of which she had no idea ...
Amy could not believe that these thoughts came into her head.
Such would be the reaction of the Flower. Passion for Salome was as strong as an aversion to it. Become a flower - it was the only way to survive it all.
Become a Golden Flower.
Salome reclining, lounging on his throne. Her gorgeous body - an exact copy of her sister - was plunged in transparent robes, long necklace around the neck, with a blood red stone, swaying between her lush breasts.
"My little flower," she purred. "It feels more cheerful?"
"Mrs. Salome" - she said, not knowing what else to say. She did not betray Taniellu. She could not bring Taniellu. But what if it again will be tortured, left hanging in the same way as the left before. Even worse, if it will again kiss, caress, touch ...
In one fluid motion Salome servant tore cloak with freshly Flower body, leaving it completely open and vulnerable to sinister queen. Blushing, she tried to lower his head to avoid this arrogant and lustful glance, but the maid held her.
Very slowly he looked around Salome lazy eye muscular body clad woman enjoying the embarrassment and shame of the Flower. Shall so humiliating naked in front of someone so evil and wicked woman she loved and admired ...
"On your knees" - he ordered Salome.
Flower, moving awkwardly because of his chains, try to execute the order, but the maid abruptly, almost pushing into the floor, the force placed it on his knees.
"Razvedi knees" - ordered Salome. Flower sheepishly obeyed.
Poor girl's eyes filled with tears of humiliation. The muscles of the thighs burned from the strain to maintain the right posture. She sat on his heels, legs spread as widely as too weak, completely open, under the piercing gaze of Salome and carnivorous.
She began to tremble.
"Ask me for mercy."
"Please" - once sobbed flower. "Have mercy, Madame. Please ... I'll do anything. "
"Really?" - He asked Salome smiling. "Tell me what you do."
"I will ..." - the beginning of a pretty defenseless prisoner. "I will worship you, obey you, kiss your feet ..."
"You're going to lick me? Gives me pleasure? Caress me as caressed my sister? "
Flower started. Mention Tanielly ... her true love. Taniella never spoken so harshly.
Salome nodded, and suddenly the maid walked Flower and stood in front of her. She took off her light dress and it remained only shoes and a belt fastened around the waist. Attached to the belt, a leather strap, passed through the crotch, stuck a long hard dildo. At least 20 centimeters in length, it was round and fat. Flower stared at him.
"Kiss it," - he told Salome. Defenseless woman hesitated.
"You'd better kiss it" - advised's annexation. "Lick it, take it in your mouth. Wet it as much as possible, because very soon he will be in your other hole, and the more you smazhesh it, the better. "
The flower only looked with horror at her.
"No!" - Amy screamed when she realized that they were going to do with it. "No! Christina, please, no! You can not do this to me! "
"You have twenty seconds, my little flower. Kiss him with all the passion. "
Horrified, Amy opened her mouth and put her lips strap. She choked when a sharp thrust he stared down her throat, but she continued to lick and suck on the artificial phallus, desperately trying to soak it all so that her mouth was dry.
Amy was still trembling when Kate pulled out a dildo, and circumambulating, stood behind her. She was muttering incoherently Christine, begging for mercy. Fantasy ended. All this was no humiliation in games. It was rape, banal and simple.
She was paralyzed when she felt Katya's hand on his back, and then chained to their wrists. She was so terrified that at first did not even notice that her hands were released.
Thank God! She thought a moment. Just a joke.
Kate pushed her forward so that she fell on the floor breast. With the liberation of his hands, she tried to sit up, resting on the floor, but Christine stood up from the couch and came into his arms Emmy. She was barefoot, so she could not hurt the hand, but crushed them hard enough, without giving up the possibility of an Emmy.
Christine leaned over and picked up the tip of the leash and raised her head helpless writer so that she could not take her eyes off his face lady.
"Please" - Amy sobbed. "Please, do not do that!"
"Mercy?" - Said Christina voice Salome. "From me, the little flower? I promised to crush you completely, remember? I promised to make you his property in all possible ways. This will destroy the last remnants of your pride, your dignity, your freedom.
After I did this to you, you will belong entirely to me, once and for all. And I want to until you are raped, you looked me in the eye, to know who is behind all this. "
"No…". Amy cried. "No…".
Then it felt like Katya force began to introduce the end of the strap in her virgin ass. She cried hysterically. It was a terrible scream, full of suffering and pain. Emmy and could not imagine that such sounds are able to publish people.
Flower screamed until they were hoarse, until you feel as if her throat poured sawdust, and even then she continued to scream. Tears flowed a stream down her face. All her pleas for mercy were in vain, as well as her screams.
She could not move her head and did not dare to close my eyes. She was unable to do anything and just stared at the cruel and terrible eyes Mistress Salome, in the same eye, which she had once dreamed of one day look at her with love Tanielly.
But this did not happen, and now it will never happen, because she knew that everything said Salome, was true. From this point on it will be an absolute slave, once and for all. Salome completely broke it. She will do anything to it does not happen again this terrible violence. It abandons all that she has to betray everyone she ever knew, not thinking about anything except their own slavery and humiliation.
... The pain of realizing it was almost - almost - the same unbearable pain from her rape.
Amy heard the rough growl right under his ear and realized that her suffering ended. She felt Katya lifted from her back, and the sharp painful tremors have stopped, but the searing agony in her ravaged anus remained. She still stared at Christina, though because of all the tears in the eyes blurred.
"You want to say something to me, Golden Flower?" - She asked.
"I belong to you, Madam" - she croaked.
"Yes" - she said, smiling. "You are mine".
She went away with an Emmy and sat back on his throne. Grand gesture she stretched one leg. Silently, and without waiting for what she would say something, Amy crawled to the couch, and his tongue began to kiss and lick the feet of his Mistress.
Now, for it did not matter whether it was Amy Tan, author, Christine Goran grovel before, or was it the Golden Flower, a prisoner and slave, to Salome, Queen and despot. Emmy and Golden Flower are now in one piece, as well as Lily Tarilanna and Star, and all of its heroine. All the scenes that she has ever described, came together at this moment, the scene where she has become a slave.
"Rise" - he told Christine and Amy got up, requiring her great efforts. She did not resist when Katya raised her arms above her head and chained in a position hanging from the ceiling with chains. Emmy was once again vulnerable to new torments that can be invented for it.
Christina went to her. Amy closed her eyes, preparing to strike, new sufferings, pain or anything like that.
Amy screamed from a light touch to his thigh. Christina continued idly caressing her, tracing circles on her skin soft and supple. At first it was something like a light itching, feeling pleasant tickling, but as Christine continued, moving up and down between the legs of the Emmys, up to her waist, down to a smooth crotch, feeling became more intense, more exciting ...
Christine slightly leaned forward and kissed his helpless prisoner, standing so that only their lips touched.
Her body so closely, and at the same time so far from Emmi. Eager to touch her Emmy straining, held by chains, trying to lean forward.
"Do you love me?" - Christina asked hoarsely.
"Yes, Madam" - said Amy.
"You admire me?"
"Yes Milady".
"You will obey me fully, in all?"
"Yes, Madam" - Amy whispered through her tears.
"Good" - she said Christine, sitting down again on the sofa, crossing her legs and stroking his thighs.
"That's what happens next, Amy." It was the first time she called Amy her real name, since these "walking through Hell" began. And if this was her real name? Is Amy Tan was more real than the Golden Flower or Star Lily or Chase, or Miria? All of them were slaves, helpless captives a beautiful, strong and violent women.
"You're going to live here, with me, as my slave. I prepared a document in which all of your property go into my property, and I will represent your interests among publishers. All financial and organizational aspects of your job, I'll decide. You will only write. I think now you have enough ideas to complete your book? "
Amy nodded.
"You've got a lot of talent. I will help you nurture it'll be your ... uh ... inspiration. You will be fed, dressed ... ". She stopped. "As needed. You will live here, nothing lacking. All you have to do - is to write and serve me. Katya and I'll take care of everything else. You will have a separate room. Your laptop is set up ... slightly modified so that you could not use the internet and send emails.
I do not think that you would dare, but just to keep you ask for help and salvation. You're not going, are not you? "Because
"No, Madame." And she would not. What would she do now out there on the loose? She was a prisoner there.
"Good". Kate released her from the chains and put it on his knees. "Any questions?"
Amy looked down. She was completely naked, except for its chains, shackles and collar. "Can I have a little wear, Lady?"
"No" - Christine said sharply. "Anything else?"
"Can I…". Amy did not know how to ask about it. "Madam, can I ...?"
"No" - she said again. "I'll let you finish, when you finish the book. Think of it as a reward. This will be an incentive for you. If I find that you caress yourself before I'll let ... ". Christina smiled. "I'll have to rape you again, Kate."
Emmy paled even staggered, felt a sudden weakness and nausea. No, not this again. No…
"Anything else?"
There was a long pause.
"So, Amy" - Christine continued. "From this moment, like any slave, you're not allowed to talk without permission. In my presence, you will always be on his knees with his head down. Now you understood everything, Amy? "
"Yes, Madam" - she whispered.
"And now you can start to work on the book." Christine motioned Kate.
She picked up an Emmy for the leash and led him stumbling dazed young girl thundering chains out of the room.
When Amy sat at the table, prepared for her, tortured her anus began to burn with fire. Her laptop was turned on and opened the last chapter of the Flower chained. She looked at the last words she once wrote.
Now she knew who would be the evil queen. She knew why Salome wanted to enslave it, and why Flower under torture will behave exactly the same as she was.
And now she knew how to finish the book - could now be only one option.
The end of her leash leather rocking between her legs, slightly touching the labia and gently caressing the swollen clit. Amy looked and sobbed, not daring to consciously direct the leash, not to mention the fact, to touch her arms.
Now it was the Golden Flower, and all the heroines of her books at the same time. All the characters of her books will now be herself. She will spend the rest of his life, every moment, being a slave, just as they are.
Bursting into tears, she reached for the keyboard and began to write.
The end of the first part.