Erica found herself swimming through a gauzy swirl back into
the realm of consciousness. Muffled voices seeking to penetrate
her lack of awareness. Fighting back the acrid taste of bile filling
her throat she began to gag, retching her way upward from a pit of torpor.

A cascade of icy cold water pounded into her face like the crash
of a wave breaking with all it's fury atop her. Erica tried to swim through it, struggling to flail her way out. She felt as if she were drowning. Her arms wouldn't respond, a lazy numbness burning through them as she suddenly realized they were bound by thick
cord.

Shaking her head frantically to sluff the matted flaxen hair from
her face she began to scream. Her tremor rising to a peak of
hysteria Erica screamed again and again trying to wake herself
from what she hoped was only a nightmare.

That nightmare ended abruptly or rather had just begun when she
felt the bite of a leather strap lash across the right side of her bare hips. The thick age cracked leather blistering into them as it ripped across her buttocks.

"SILENCE, shut your slut hole bitch. I'll peal the skin right off
that ass of yours," commanded a woman's voice.

Erica screamed again at the brutal assault against her naked
shivering flesh. Screaming with a fear born of the realization she
was totally nude and bound. Fear crawling from the pit of her firm young stomach working it's way through every pore of her body.
Held captive in this unknown place before who or what, she had
no clue.

Another strap sliced deep into the left side of her hips sending
a burst of pain flaring through them. This blow more fierce and
raising her smooth tan skin into stinging crimson welts. She bit
her lips drawing a small trickle of blood as she sought to stifle
her scream, only a deep moan issuing forth.

"Your Mistress commanded silence, scream again and we'll skin
you alive, bitch," a man's voice threatened.

"You will address me as Master Kane and my companion as
Mistress Leah. We own you now, you belong to us till and if we
see fit to release you," the distorted male voice crackled with
static similar to that of improperly tuned radio.

Erica became totally aware of her sense of helplessness as she realized the true peril of what she had awakened to. Her last coherent thought was of leaving her job at the bank and walking
to her car before the blackness enveloped her. She looked up
at her hands seeing them bound by a purple cord, suspended by a hook attached to a rust flecked chain secured in the ceiling above her.

She was held aloft to the point that only her bare toes were
touching the burred concrete floor beneath her. The wrists had
been bound so brutally that her hands were turning deep indigo
from the lack of circulation. Small trails of blood had begun
weeping from underneath her fingernails, covering her fingers and sliding down over her wrists to stain the cord.

The only source of light, a single crude bulb hanging down from
a frayed wire directly in front of the corroded chain that confined
her. She could make out movement in the surrounding gloom and knew her tormentors were hidden there, waiting, watching.

Erica's mind was spinning as if trapped in a whirlwind. Questions burrowing deep inside her brain as she asked herself. Who were
these people, why were they doing this, why me? Why the fuck,
me?

Erica had been away from home now almost two years, leaving
when she had turned seventeen. She moved in with her girlfriend Pam, who like herself had graduated school early and then went
work. Now she wondered if she'd live to see Pam again, to see
anything ever again.

Her life with her parents had been unbearable, nothing more than endless bickering and mental abuse heaped upon her. Unbearable
to the point she'd not even wanted contact with them since
leaving, but even that would be welcome now. Most anything
would be welcome from the hell she had found herself trapped
within.

She thought how ironic it was that she might never live to see
her nineteenth birthday only three weeks away. How much she missed going shopping, watching a video, cooking for her and
Pam or even just watching a sunset. Silly thoughts but ones that
she now cherished and clung to with such a passion, a passion to survive.

Stepping from the ebony shroud of the room, the couple strode before Erica. Entirely nude except for the bizarre raiment they
each wore, the pair stood before her.

She observed the man first, his face encased in a black leather
mask, form fitted to cover his entire head. Small squares from
which icy blue eyes stared back at her were cut into the mask.
A pair of round holes below his nose allowed him to breathe.
Across his mouth a zipper was slashed open, exposing the tongue which protruded out to moisten his dry lips.

The man's nipples were both pierced, a gleaming gold metallic
arrow like shaft almost two inches in length punching through
each one. The arrows point rest to the left side of each nipple as
the fletch extended past the right side.

On his chest was a tattoo of a winged serpent, it's body an
emerald green, scales glistening in hues of violet and sapphire. Scarlet wings flared out wrapping around both the man's sides.
The serpent's head etched deeply into his groin, mouth open as
if it were about to swallow his penis.

Master Kane's cock and balls extended thru a large oval ring held
in place by black leather straps secured between his legs and
around his waist. His prick was stirring to life, slowly swelling.
The length of his stalk, about seven inches pulsed as it gorged
with blood. His balls were large, Dangling low beneath the shaft nested in thick curls of sepia hair.

His feet were clad by cowboy style boots of black leather rising
up his calves. Two bullion colored scorpions poised to attack
one another were stitched into the boots,adorning them.