Elena's Travails

Chapter Three-1

Chapter Three

After the taxi had dropped off Elena, she did not immediately go up to the door. Instead, she stood on the curb at the driveway beneath an old iron street lamp. She didn’t know it, but it was the same street lamp that shone like pale moonlight into Nadia and Victor’s bedroom. The house was huge! It was clad with dappled gray stone and featured elegantly designed arched leaded windows on the first two floors. Dormers were set into the steep sloped sides of the mansard roof on the third floor. An old brick but meticulously cared for carriage house stood beyond the house. An iron fence and gate protected the perimeter of the double lot. Nadia had married well. Elena envied her. She was always the smarter and more ambitious of the two. Completely unnerved, she drew in a deep breath and said a prayer. The gate to the brick walkway that led to the front door swung open easily. Obviously well oiled, she thought to herself. Victor must think of everything.

The first thing Nadia did was make her a cup of tea. Then, she took her up the back stairs in the kitchen to the second floor and a small plain bedroom. A single bed, bureau, and a chair were the only items in the bedroom. A single window opened onto the back lawn. An old mirror hung above the bureau. The closet was tiny, no more than four feet wide inside. Considering the grand size of Nadia’s home and her relationship with her, Elena found herself feeling like the new maid. She kept her silence. Perhaps her look gave her away.

“Really, Elena, this is all you are going to need. You’ll be quite comfortable. This used to be Celia’s room. The girl was so intractable Victor finally had to send her away. Now you’re here. I’m so happy Victor agreed to take you in. I can tell you he’s very meticulous about certain things. He’ll find you a job. He has so many connections. You won’t need a car. A bus line is two blocks away.”

Elena mustered a smile. “I can’t thank you enough for doing this. I’ll do my very best to be as quiet as a mouse. I won’t be a pest. I promise.”

“I’m sure you will fit right in. One thing,” Nadia raised her finger to Elena, “you must never disobey or question my husband or his friends. It’s a small thing. I do the same.” Nadia smiled warmly at her. “Now, let me see what you have in that laundry bag. Empty it onto the bed.”

Nadia sniffed in disdain then began to rifle through the pile. She threw Elena’s bras and panties into a pile, saying, “You won’t need these. In this house, we don’t wear bras nor do we wear silk panties. My husband is very old fashioned. He would never tolerate this nonsense. Frankly, I’m surprised we aren’t wearing tight-laced corsets. We are always braless and we wear cotton panties. I will take you shopping tomorrow.”

“Cotton panties? I don’t get it, Nadia. And braless, too? Look at the two of us. We’re as big as cows-”

“Elena, that’s enough out of you. You are not too big to spank. It is Victor’s wish and I…we…never ever question him.”

Elena stared at her old friend. “I…I don’t under-”

“There’s nothing to understand. Just do as you’re told.” Nadia’s tone reminded Elena of the old triumphs, her power, and her hold on her. “Take off your blouse and your bra.”

Elena made a face. Enough was enough. She set her hands defiantly on her hips. “I won’t do it and you can’t make me.”

“Is that right?” Nadia grabbed the front of Elena’s wash-worn blouse and ripped it open. When Elena tried to resist, Nadia balled her fist and hit Elena on her mouth. A faint trickle of blood ran from her lip.

Elena stood motionless unbelieving while Nadia unhooked her bra and threw it and the tattered blouse on the pile of bras and panties. She was totally confused. What had just happened? Nadia had never been cruel. She had always held the upper hand in their relationship, but never so forcefully. Confused and afraid, she tried to reconcile her new status.

“N-Nadia, I’m sorry. You took me in and here I’m acting like an ungrateful brat.”

“You got that right, girl. You don’t begin to understand the meaning of the word sorry. I’m summoning Victor. He will teach you your first lesson in abject obedience.” Nadia left the bedroom. A few moments later, Nadia returned, followed by Victor. He had a heavy oak paddle in his hand. He was the most handsome man she had ever seen. He was tall and well built with ebony hair, salt and pepper mustache, and dark deep-set eyes that seemed to look right through her.

“What’s going on, Nadia?”

“Already, this presumptuous brat is talking back to me. I smacked her good.”

“You did well.” Victor responded as he caught Elena’s fleshy upper arm in a vice-like grip. He slapped her so hard he spun her onto the bed. His voice was like steel.

“Nadia, remove her jeans.”

Victor got a kick out of watching Nadia take charge of Elena. She undressed her as if she were still a child, which he assumed in some ways she still was. Her breasts were overly large and heavy, swinging like pendulous globes above the waist of her jeans. Her embarrassment at being topless and helpless in front of him made the scene even more poignantly delicious. His c**k grew hard, forcing him to consciously contain his raw desire. Her n*****s looked like a baby's thumbs, thick and succulent, incredible for an eighteen year old. It made his mouth water. He wondered if she’d gotten herself pregnant. He would tell Nadia to take her to an obstetrician. If she were pregnant, Victor would return her to the women’s shelter. A baby was out of the question and he would never abort her.

He watched Nadia display the furies when she saw Elena was wearing sheer panties beneath her jeans. Her indignation and the swell of Elena’s p***y through the sheer fabric fueled his excitement. What a fantastic opportunity! He would reward Nadia for bringing this one into his house. He would bring this frightened ignorant slut to her knees. She’d be begging for mercy as he began her correction and training.

He could scarcely believe his good fortune. The house was empty. Celia, the maid, had come and gone leaving a vacuum. Nadia had not had a clue what he was up to with Frank Harrison. He’d told her Celia had been given to one of his friends for useful employment. Well, that had been partly true. What Celia needed was severe punishment to convince her he and his friends meant business. Frank had been dropping subtle hints about what should be done with her. Unbeknownst to Nadia, Victor had dropped Celia at an arcane crafts shop in a run-down part of the city. His gypsy friend, Dracul, owned the shop. He employed gypsies, all skilled craftsmen, to provide his customized confinement services. Dracul was expensive, but as far as Victor was concerned, he was worth every penny. Celia resided in Frank’s home now permanently. The commission had been completed. Celia was an anniversary gift to his closest friend and his bride.

The gift enthralled Frank and his wife Beverly. They began calling it, “The Celia Fixture”. Everyone who saw it agreed it was a lovely addition to Frank’s well-stocked library. It perfectly complemented Mrs. Harrison’s Victorian décor. In the end, Frank tired of it and gave it to his wife. She moved it to her office in her commercial laundry.

Now, he had this buxom new plum under his control, which was what he’d really wanted all along. He’d always had a correction center in his home, but he also liked the feel of a harem with him as its Pasha. Controlling Nadia and Elena together with no way for either of them to escape was immensely satisfying.

He knew how Nadia loved to mother and control Elena. In her own little way, she had endeared herself to him. He would never send her to the gypsy’s shop or Mrs. Harrison’s laundry. Nadia would be the icing on his marriage cake. Seeing Elena bare breasted was somewhat of a shock. He realized now she’d taken pains to hide the size of her bustline. She made him think of Celia’s t**s, which were way too small for his tastes. She gave great head, but those pert t**s had always put him off.

Nadia and Elena were plump and fleshy with huge low hanging well-nippled fruit and big asses. They would stand up to the exquisitely harsh punishments he loved to administer. Nadia would help him train Elena to properly submit to his friends. Eventually, they would f**k her front and back while she sucked c**k. Nadia could already do it; she loved sucking off Frank. She was an able and docile submissive. Elena would become equally docile and obedient or pay for it with the skin off her ass and t**s. He could hardly wait to show his latest acquisition to Frank. Frank would want this one, but he was not going to get her.

Seeing Nadia assume a strict matronly role excited Victor. She was showing a lot of promise. There were other eighteen year olds at the nearby college. Perhaps down the road… His c**k stiffened and bulged his jeans. He could have f****d them both, but decided against it. It was better to begin Elena’s training with strict and unrelenting correction. The f*****g and sucking would come later.

Nadia was thirty one. Elena was eighteen. Thirteen years separated them, but both girls looked like they were in their early twenties. Both girls had thick masses of curls, large limpid eyes, long sweeping lashes, and ripe sweet mouths. Nadia had her mother’s olive skin. Elena was more silk-skinned, fair with rosy highlights in her cheeks. Both girls had tiny waists, ample hips, and full bottoms. Elena’s panty-clad ass was devastating. It begged for the caress of his whips. Her boobs were damn near as large and full as Nadia’s with the same ruddy areoles and thick stand-up n*****s. The only difference was Elena’s breasts hadn’t quite reached her waistline.

“Shame on you,” Nadia said as she grabbed the waistband of Elena’s panties and ripped them off her. “You look like a goddamn street walker. Didn’t your mother’s strap teach you anything?”

Stark naked now and blushing furiously as she tried to cover her p***y, Elena began to blubber. Nadia slapped her hard, increasing the trickle of blood at her mouth. “Answer me, b***h. Didn’t your mother’s strap teach you anything?”

Elena hung her head in disbelief. What have I gotten myself into? “I guess I haven’t learned anything,” she whispered.

“You’ll learn here, girl, or your new master will have you turned into something useful.”

“A new reading lamp beside my bed would be nice,” Victor said softly as he took hold of Elena’s ear.

Victor’s words seared into Elena’s mind. As he led her to the bed, she heard herself scream in fright-filled response to his iron grip. Part of her wanted to resist, run away, but already she was beginning to recognize this might no longer be possible. She was on a one-way street now that led to only God knew where. Nadia was not the same person. She was completely different in her own home. She had changed dramatically. She had said she would protect her, but did that mean this; was this what she meant? What were they doing to her? She thought of her father’s frequent beatings. This was not the same thing, not at all. Her father was a drunk and Nadia and Victor were stone sober. They were also something else. She felt a sense of something, a radical change happening in her life, lurking just beyond the edge of her mind. She had no idea what to expect. At least for now, she would have to trust and try to obey.

Still holding her arm, Victor sat on the bed. He threw her over his knee and pinned her to his thighs. His paddle descended like a punch press. His spanks were staccato like, criss-crossing and hot-forging Elena’s bottom cheeks and thighs into a flaming mass of welts and discoloration.

Elena was struck speechless by the sharp pain of the paddle. Finally, she was driven to cry out and plead for mercy. Her mea culpas drew nothing but derisive laughter from Victor. Through her tears, she realized Victor was enjoying punishing her. She was dimly aware Nadia was standing beside her, hands on her hips, smiling with pleasure at her paddling. Why would Nadia relish her being spanked? What was going on here? What was going to happen to her? When Victor finally laid down the paddle, he stood her in front of him. Staring down at her captor with eyes full of tears, she knew the ripe bloom of her s*x was only inches from his face. Victor’s words stunned her.

“Nadia, I know you’ve had your nose in there. I must tell you her scent is similar to yours; it’s better than a snifter of aged brandy.” He took hold of her hips. “Listen to me, Elena and listen well. Your training has just begun. The next time you talk back to Nadia, it’ll be even worse. Is that clear?”

Elena shot a teary-eyed glance at Nadia.

“Yes.”

“Yes, what?”

“I-I’m, sorry…Sir.”

“That’s better. Did Nadia tell you I don’t allow my girls to wear a bra or fancy panties?” Nadia slowly nodded. “I prefer you as your mother brought you into the world - au natural.”

“Yes, Sir,” Elena whispered. She’d never expected anything like this when Nadia had invited her to move in with her. Now, it seemed she was a prisoner. Yet, Nadia seemed happy enough, content with her husband. Perhaps things would improve. But then again, what did she have to lose by submitting to Victor? Her life was a shambles. She had no choice but surrender.

Victor lifted Elena’s heavy breasts from her rib cage. He fondled her n*****s and teased them until they hardened. “You have lovely breasts, as large and sumptuous as Nadia’s. They’ll give me much pleasure, not to mention they’ll make a great tit-f**k. Once again, they must never be hidden in a bra.”

Elena was so embarrassed she blushed to the valley of her breasts. Without another word, Victor stood up. He paused at the bedroom door. Tie her to the bed, Nadia. She’s not to be released until dinner. Now that Celia’s indisposed, this one will serve in her place.” When he turned and left the bedroom, Elena could see the raised furrow of his c**k beneath his jeans.

“You’re lucky he didn’t f**k you, Elena. He wanted to. I could see it in his eyes. For now, he will focus on teaching you to submit and behave. He’s an unrelenting disciplinarian. I can attest to that.”

“But what if I decide to leave?”

Nadia turned to her with a smile. “You don’t get it, do you? You’re not going anywhere. You’re here now. There is no way back. Victor owns you - just like he owns me. We are his chattel and you have no say about your future.”

Elena began to cry. “Oh, Nadia,-”

“Stop that nonsense or I’ll take you over my knee. Stay right there while I get you some of my underwear. I’ll buy new underwear for you tomorrow. ”

Nadia left the bedroom and returned with a stack of cotton underpants and camisoles. She set them into the top drawer of the bureau. Elena couldn’t believe her new underwear. It was so old fashioned and ugly she almost puked. However, she wisely said nothing for fear Nadia would call Victor upstairs again. Nadia had spanked her and put her to bed, but that was years ago. The searing pain of Victor’s paddling had radiated deep into her backside, energizing and arousing her. Would Victor kiss her and fondle the pillowy expanse of her breasts? She was as big in the bust as Nadia and thirteen years younger. As the bloom in her s*x tingled and grew, she was tempted to ask Nadia if Victor might play with her, too. He had said he was going to f**k her breasts. The very thought made her even more hot and wet.

Elena picked up a pair of the cotton underpants. Her nose wrinkled at the sight. “Nadia,” Elena moaned. “These look like training pants. I feel like a baby…”

Nadia set her hands on her hips and glared at Elena. “You are a baby, Elena. You know nothing of real discipline and obedience. You have much to learn about submission. Victor will train you in a way you will never forget.” Nadia drew back the covers on the bed. “Get into bed!”

Elena sank onto the bed. The sheets smelled fresh and clean. As Nadia bent over her, her unsupported breasts and cleavage fell forward into the vee of her blouse. Her n*****s were thicker and longer now than Elena remembered. They poked through her blouse as if she were nursing. However, Nadia had never been pregnant. Seeing her bent over her so maternally disposed was a comforting moment for Elena. She yielded to a nearly forgotten feeling of love and contentment. She looked up at Nadia and managed a weak smile. Nadia bent and kissed her long and hot on her lips.

“Welcome back, Elena. Celia slept in this bed and she too was bound to the bed when she was disobedient and naughty.”

“Will you do this often?”

“That depends on you, Elena. How well and how quickly you learn to obey us and accept Victor’s training regimen?”

“I’ll do my best,” Elena whispered. Mesmerized by the enticing jiggle and sway of Nadia’s breasts, she extended her arms and allowed Nadia to buckle her wrists into the supple leather straps at the corners of the bed. She desperately wanted Nadia to put her to her breast. Her leg straps pulled her legs apart, exposing the juicy outer lips of her s*x. Nadia bent over and slipped a finger into her. The bindings held her fast. She could not make it happen.

“Where did Celia go?”

“She was like a child; very naughty and willful. She wouldn’t submit to Victor. He did his best to correct her, but she resisted him. Of course, he had to do something. He finally sent her to a shop, a gypsy place.” Nadia shuddered. “The gypsy women did…mmm…things to her. When they were through with her they gave her to Mr. Frank Harrison and his wife. Mr. Harrison is Victor’s business partner. Mrs. Harrison operates a laundry. Celia would not agree, but Victor says she’s in a better place.”

Elena watched with surprise as Nadia took a pair of small clamps from the bureau drawer. She drew on Elena’s n*****s, elongating them, and then attached the clamps so that the n*****s could not retract. The clamps stung. Her drawn-out n*****s protested in pain.

“The n****e clamps are not a punishment for your sass. They are a training device meant to lengthen and thicken your n*****s. Victor says the size and length of a woman’s n*****s are a measure of her femininity. He’s been training my n*****s since our wedding night. Nadia opened her blouse and showed Elena how her n*****s had grown. Elena was startled by their size. She’d never seen n*****s that fat and long.

“I no longer need n****e clamps. I’m proud to be permanently erect now; they are perfect for suckling.”

Nadia lowered her swollen breast to Elena’s opened mouth. Elena closed her eyes and took the melon breast and n****e deep into her mouth. Suckling happily, she did feel like a baby. Moments later, Nadia withdrew her breast, drew the covers over her, and left the bedroom. Elena did not open her eyes. She could not deny her sense of peace and security. For the first time in a long time, in spite of the pain in her buttocks and the sting in her n*****s she was safe. She dreamed of the bulge in Victor’s jeans and Nadia’s ivory breasts.