Six Hours at Bedlam

By Lee Ash

Twelve grand is a whole lot of money, particularly for a lovely young woman down on her luck. When the chance to make that kind of cash presents itself, it's hard to resist -- even when the terms are six hours of strict bondage and diabolical breast punishment at the hands of six sadistic men at and exclusive mansion called 'Bedlam'.

Lydia's confident she's up for it, especially if they toss in a little hot, rough sex. It just becomes a question of whether or not her two "girls" can handle the heat.

(Editor's Note: This work contains graphic language and sometimes extreme sexual depictions of consensual female bondage and sadomasochism. It is intended for mature audiences only and is not suitable for persons under eighteen years of age.)

• Language: English
• Publisher: Darker Pleasures
• Release date: Jul 17, 2013
• ISBN: 9781301795673

Lee Ash

Lee Ash lives in the United Kingdom and enjoys writing for the benefit of a variety of utility bills, creditors and tax authorities. He has published a couple of novels, novellas, a handful of short stories and articles, and one poem. Among them are: Aversion Therapy, Oral Contract, Captured Cat Burglar, Payment in Pain, and Slave Challenge. He is currently working on another full-length novel that includes sexual slavery, CP, and a host of other variations on his weekend hobbies. You can contact him at lee-ash at lisetteashton.co.uk.

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Six Hours at Bedlam

By Lee Ash

Six Hours at Bedlam

Published by Darker Pleasures at Smashwords

Copyright 2013 Darker Pleasures

All rights reserved.

Edited by Matt Nicholson

Beta read by Susan Foulkes

Cover image by duncadaniel/123RF Stock Photos

Smashwords Edition, License Notes

This work contains graphic language and sexual depictions of sometimes extreme consensual and semi-consensual female bondage and sadomasochism. It is intended for mature audiences only and is not suitable for persons under eighteen years of age. This book is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places and incidents are products of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. All characters depicted in this work are eighteen years of age or older. Any resemblance to actual events, locales or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental. All rights reserved, including the right to reproduce or redistribute this book or portions thereof in any form whatsoever. For information, address Darker Pleasures, webmaster at darkerpleasures.com.

Lydia listened to a distant clock strike noon and knew her ordeal had finally begun.

She took a deep breath around the ball-gag and tested the cuffs holding her wrists above her head one final time. There was no chance of backing out now. With her heart hammering and her fears as mutable as the shadows flitting in the darkest corners of the room, she reminded herself that she had to beat the challenge. The next six hours were going to make or break her.

Are you ready to start?

The disembodied voice came from nowhere. She wondered if it belonged to one of the Bedlam guards that escorted her into the building. She tossed that idea aside as being stupid. Guards wouldn’t be directing this. This voice had more authority. This was one of the men behind the sadistic game.

Summoning her last reserves of courage, quelling the inner voice that wanted her to snatch this last opportunity for salvation, Lydia nodded. She would have said Yes were it not for the gag.

She had decided to wear a simple outfit for Bedlam—a plain, slightly clingy lavender dress, pantyhose and white silk underwear. Her white heels would coordinate the ensemble when they got to her panties, which she expected would happen soon enough.

That unsettling thought had been at the back of her mind when she prepared for the ordeal and, when one of the guards stepped out of the shadows and stood behind her, Lydia realized ‘soon enough’ was already here. He hitched her dress up, exposing her long legs and slim waist. Then he pulled the front of the dress higher to reveal the lower curves of her small, bare breasts. She seldom