Message-ID: <26498asstr$969840604@assm.asstr-mirror.org> X-Original-Path: not-for-mail X-Original-Message-ID: <39CE7506.633BC347@home.com> From: "ED MR." X-Accept-Language: en MIME-Version: 1.0 Content-Type: text/plain; charset=iso-8859-1 Content-Transfer-Encoding: 8bit NNTP-Posting-Date: Sun, 24 Sep 2000 14:41:29 PDT Subject: {ASSM} Rebecca Mine (Chapter 11) (FFF/ff. NC, Bdsm, Scat, severe) Date: Sun, 24 Sep 2000 20:10:05 -0400 Path: assm.asstr-mirror.org!not-for-mail Approved: Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d X-Archived-At: X-Moderator-Contact: ASSTR ASSM moderation X-Story-Submission: X-Moderator-ID: RuiJorge, newsman This story is fantasy and is only intended to be read as such. It is written to be read by adults that can tell the difference between fantasy and reality. Chapter 11 A Look Ahead Slave was left to rock in the sack all day before her mother finally arrived at Mrs. Jones' house and the 3 women clomped down the cellar stairs into the basement dungeon. The total darkness of the dungeon, when the lights are turned off kept the exhausted and terrified prisoners completely clueless as to the time it could be. Both were completely exhausted by their stringent bondage. Slave had tried to start a conversation many times with Bidet with no success. Bidet had learned about talking without permission. With her face to the post and held up by her neck, the proceedings going on in the basement were out of her view but she could hear every sound. Slave started to demand attention again, trying to scream through the now very foul canvass sac. It was soiled by both shit and urine Slave having lost control of both functions from the combination of time and fright. It was the most humiliating thing to happen to her in her short life. This time the response from the women was less passive then it had been that morning. In what had been prearranged the 3 women began to beat the sack with lengths of rubber hose. They could see the outline of Slaves body inside the sack clearly enough so they knew exactly where to strike and strike they did, fast and hard, even Slave's head and face weren't spared. For a minute all the women beat the sack continuously and then just as suddenly stopped. Slave was left in a stupor, shocked by the vicious attack. Every inch of her body seemed to hurt, her head spun from having received so many blows. "SHUT THE FUCK UP!!" It was Emily, Slaves mother. Slave was dumbfounded. She couldn't believe it. "It's me your MOTHER!!..." "Finally, after so many years it's my turn to use you rather then you taking advantage of me all the time. You are going to please me and you're going to fear me but mostly you'll probably grow to despise me as much as I despise you. You see I've sold you to a very enterprising lady that will make you suffer more then I can now even imagine, and I have long wanted to see you suffer. Mrs. Jones is now your new owner and I'm so grateful that she's going to let me watch you being broken. She says that soon you will do anything that you're told to do and do it without a complaint. She says that you'll do the most disgusting and horrible things and do them without hesitation. I can't wait to see that and I find it hard to believe that I will but if I do I will make sure that your Mistress is rewarded well. From now on you will only be known as Slave. That's your new name. You are no longer my daughter." "When you are allowed to use your eyes Mrs. Jones will be the young naked lady. I'm the old naked lady. You now belong to her and she can do anything she wants to you at all and that includes kill you." "Older but still very sexy!" Mrs. Jones made her voice known to Slave. "I think it's time we met." The sack was lowered quickly to the cement floor, jarring Slave and hurting her right hip and shoulder. Mistress Jane unlocked the sack and pushed it down exposing the terrified teenager to the view of the three women. They knew that after being bound so tightly for so many hours the girl would not be making any fast moves and probably wouldn't move at all, being too stiff, especially after the beating with the rubber truncheons. Her whole body was covered with long, dark, bruises. "You're all fucking sick!" Slave managed to yell, not yet thinking clearly about the weakness of her position. Again, as if on cue the women began to rain blows on her body with the rubber hoses till the teenager was reduced to a blubbering baby, curled up as tight as she could. "I told you to shut up!!" Mrs. Jones yelled back while the beating continued. "You don't talk here unless you're permitted and nobody has given you permission." "Oh my, look at the filthy mess you've made. Ladies look at her; she's shit herself. Better get her out of those dirty cloths. Till now I thought that awful smell was from that pig, Bidet. She has the smelliest shit. Makes mine smell like roses." Emily had a pair of bandage scissors and proceeded to cut off her daughter's nightshirt and panties while she remained tied in her curled up position. "Now that our little sorority has gathered down here I think it would be a good time to explain exactly what's happening to our two prisoners. I would like them to know this is where bad girls go when they have tormented their mothers and ruined their mothers' best years. This is where things get set right and debts are repaid." Mrs. Jones had rehearsed her speech countless times in her head. It was her vision of the future. "You two are now going to pay your mothers back. Where you had drained their wallets and cost them pain, worry and anguish you will now give them pleasure and make them money, and you will accomplish this though your own pain and humiliation. We've decided that since you ruined your mothers best years that the appropriate sentence for you is 2 times the number of years of service that you were a burden on your mother." "For you, Slave, the sentence is 36 years, for Bidet 30. You have been a thorn in your family's side for close to 18 years. 2 times 18 are 36. For those 36 years your life will have only a single purpose. Your purpose will be to devote yourself completely to pleasing the sexual sadists and other degenerates under whose control you come. You will be nothing but personal property without any rights of any kind. You will not own anything at all including and very much especially, your body. Every part and function is the property of your owner, to do with as he or she may please. You will not eat without permission, sleep without permission, drink without permission or shit or piss without permission." "For their own pleasure, or for any other purpose, such as making money, your Master can lend you, rent you or give you to anyone he or she pleases without giving even a thread of consideration to your well being. You may be sure that meeting anyone with your well being in mind is extremely unlikely down here. I expect you will see a lot of people making visits but they will all be sadists. That's the market we are going after, the S&M market. Because the two of you will willingly perform the most depraved sexual acts I will be paid a lot of money for renting you out. The more depraved the higher the fee so you will understand why your training will be so brutal. You will do whatever you are told and do it without any thought to yourself, or what could happen to you. Most importantly you will act as though it's what you want to do anyway and that you enjoy it." Slave began to feel extremely ill listening to Mrs. Jones pronouncements. It had to be a nightmare except those things felt much too real. She was beginning to believe that it wasn't a dream after all. It was still a reality Emily's daughter wasn't ready to accept but she was creeping closer to it and it made her sick. Luckily for her, Slave's stomach was empty and she didn't earn additional punishment. Bidet hung totally exhausted but she had learned to always pay attention when anyone talked because it could save her from a whipping. Her eyes found more tears as she listened to the future her mother was describing, her future. It hadn't taken Bidet very long to understand that her mother always meant what she said. When she heard the words the former teenage track star couldn't hold off the floodgates. Tears ran down both cheeks from eyes already red from crying, 30 years, 30 years of this torture. Mrs. Jones continued. "Your bodies will be trained to perform, and perform under extreme conditions. You will learn every sexual trick and be familiar with every variation. You'll be amazed at how many things your holes are good for. Slave... I bet you've used your holes for more then one purpose, you may be the most surprised. I bet you've been fucked up the ass before and seen how damn painful and unsatisfying it is. That's one additional use for it. You'll soon be able to ride a 3" dildo up your ass all day long. Eventually you'll take 4" and be able to fuck a horse with that ass hole when told to do so. Your cunts will be opened up to be able to take the biggest fist. We don't plan to screen our clients for size. If the Jolly Green Giant wants to fist fuck you and has the coin, you'll be taking the fist. Your mouths will be wrapped around a cock for nearly 24 hours per day, for weeks at a time. The amount of come you swallow may be the difference between thriving or wasting away. That's how much you'll eat, hundreds off ejaculations per day right down your throats. You'll learn to hold your breath for minutes at a time with a big fat sausage jammed down your throat. At other times your face will be the seat of a chair in the ladies powder room. Both your mouth and nose sealed off from air by some fat ass. As she sits there you'll try to pleasure her with your tongue and try to make her cum. If she is sympathetic she might sit on your face, not moving, till you pass out. If she's not she will rock back and forth once in a while, letting you get another breath and keep your mouth and tongue working while you suffer under her hot sweaty ass, your lungs screaming for air. You will be surprised how long you will be able to go without air with training." "You Slave, will be surprised by other things that you will either learn or adapt to. Bidet, over there, has already seen what it's possible to eat. Soon you'll learn what you can be sustained with, without making you sick. Half, by weight of what Bidet eats is female excrement. The other half isn't very appetizing either consisting of things like beans, cheap vegetables and table scraps. Yes she's puked while eating but it was from the taste and smell of the food and not actually because it made her ill. Steps have been taken to prevent the transmission of diseases; even though shit from a healthy person, is unlikely to cause you to be sick in any case. Extra steps, that do not concern you, are taken to make sure this doesn't happen in any case. You two might be surprised when I tell you that there is a theory that the reason wolves came to live with man is that people are very inefficient digesters and the wolves came around for an easy meal of human scat, shit. You've probably noticed that dogs have no problem with eating shit. Neither will you." "Hey! Bidet! You don't mind eating shit do you?" Mrs. Jones half shouted. Bidet shook her head knowing the right answer. She knew she was expected to return the answer her Mistress wanted to hear. "You think that warm shit straight from someone's ass is a yummy treat, don't you?" Bidet bobbed her head up and down making clear her agreement with what her mother had just said. Yes she loved to eat hot shit and especially to swallow it down with a fresh piss chaser. She knew what was expected from the way the questions were posed. She was terrified of giving wrong answers. It always hurt. You'll see how I can regulate your body weight by changing what you get to eat and how much of it you get. Cum will be one of your basic food groups. Eating ejaculate 15 times per hour 18 hours per day can contribute a lot to your body weight. You'll learn to look forward to those times. Not because of what you're doing but rather because of the full feeling in your belly. Full with food. You're hormone levels will skyrocket, you'll feel very horny and sorry to leave when you're led away from sucking duty. Maybe the only thing you won't miss will be the bitches that have you do them during their periods. We'll try our best to make sure there will be lots of those. Well encourage other women to bring over their used tampons and rags, which you will treat like chewing gum and extract every last bit of nutrition." Bidet had experienced all the tastes that her mother talked about. Mistress Jane had begun to collect used condoms from her customers and had been feeding the cum to Bidet, making her turn them inside out in her mouth and completely cleaning them. They were hideous; most were rank with the taste of old urine not just cum. Mistress Jane had her chew all of her used tampons since she got her period the day before. Bidet already knew all of the tastes, especially the taste of shit. A chill went up and down her tortured body as she listened to her mother's speech. "What is most important of all is to take your minds under our control. We want you to completely give up all of your thoughts and replace them with just one. That one thought you will keep is how will you be able to please your Masters enough to avoid being punished. We want you to think about the right thing for the right reason. The right thing is thinking about how to please better. The right reason for thinking of it out of fear. Fear is your most powerful emotion and it looks down on every other one. There is nothing inside you that are stronger then fear. As long as you are afraid enough there isn't even much need for locks to keep you under control. Through fear your mind can be completely focused. We want you to remember your punishment sessions very well. Everywhere you look you'll be reminded of punishment. The very whips we use on you will be hung in prominent places on the walls where you will see them all of the time. Guests will be told of how they are free to strike you for any appropriate reason and then I or one of my dear sisters here will demonstrate perhaps by slapping you hard across the face to make the point. You will always remember what you are, the lowest slaves in the world. You will know your place." "And don't think that things will get better as you age and get stretched out. You won't like what age brings. Your treatment will get harder and the purposes of your rental will get more extreme and more bizarre. While your young and still pretty your face will see a lot of use and appear on a lot of film. That youthful look will be preserved a long time with the use of a lot of theatrical makeup but you will notice the shots won't come in as close and you'll find more things like hoods and gags covering it more often. Your only close ups will gradually become only the times your face is contorted and unrecognizable like at a slapping party. You will find the situations you are in growing less personal; you'll become latex slaves and have real sex only with animals. We've thought about how to get the most benefit out of the many years you will be slaves and we figure with the right planning and attitude you'll be very useful right up until your last day. Until your time is up you will be total slaves 24 hours per day 365 days a year, 366 on leap years." "Let's get her fastened over the spanking block" Mrs. Jones turned directly to Slave. "Now I think it's time you learn to know your place." The ropes binding Slave were cut and the three kinky sisters hauled her mostly limp body over the new addition to the dungeon. It was a 4-foot high wooden block that was mounted to the floor on a pivoting leg that allowed the block to be tilted from a position level with the floor to an angle as high as 45 degrees. The top surface and corners were covered with grit the texture of very coarse sand paper. Once pressed to this surface nothing would slide around including skin. Slave's torso was lifted onto the top surface of the block and positioned so that her generous udders hung over the front side. Steel manacles with chains were attached to her wrists and ankles and locked on with padlocks. The chains coming from her ankles were then loosely fastened to a pair of wide spread bolts in the floor 2 feet behind the spanking block. Emily and Jane pulled her wrist chains to similarly placed bolts in front of the block as Mrs. Jones turned a hand crank that tilted the block raising Slave's ample ass into the air and tightening her ankle chains causing her legs to be spread about 3 feet apart. Pulling hard on the wrist chains the two Mistresses managed to connect her wrist chains to their bolts. Slave was stretched taught over the block with tits dangling over one side and legs spread wide enough to show all her private bits on the other side. Only her ribs and belly rested on the top surface. The front face of the apparatus was covered with very small holes directly behind those dangling tits. Mrs. Jones slid a lever forward and dozens of hypodermic needles emerged through the holes a distance of 2 inches. Some, near the base of the breasts actually made contact and pushed at the skin without having quite enough force to puncture it. You can imagine that in her state Slave noticed them very much. Mrs. Jones resumed her little talk. "The block that you are lying across is a wonderful piece of equipment. It goes to show what can be done with only a few dollars and a lot of thought and attention to details. It's stiff enough not go give at all under little force you are able to generate. All you can do is pull with both your wrists and ankles to try and push your pelvis against the block and try to break it. This will soon have you in tears from the pain you'll begin to feel in those joints. The manacles holding your legs and arms are fastened directly into the cement floor. They are all individually padlocked requiring every lock to be removed individually, using a different key for each lock before you are free. That is a real wooden block that's supporting your belly and raising your bum into the air while pointing your head towards the floor. Even when you relax your body will remain under tension. Don't worry, you won't have much time relax. The block is covered with special coarse sandpaper. Relaxing would cause your hips to be pulled down by the weight of your legs and be scraped while going around the corner of the block. The bottoms of your tits are also being very irritated by the sandpaper going around the opposite corner of the box, and of course the sharp needles already pushing against your milk sacs. Your every movement will cause a little bit of cutting from the sandpaper. If you squirm or struggle a lot all the skin on the front of your torso will be sanded off." "Although the main purpose of the block is to position your ass for a whipping, the block can be a punishment in and of itself. A few hours draped over it and you would promise to do anything to be taken off. Unfortunately for you this is what I'll be looking for to help get my juices going and really begin to hurt you for real. I just love the sounds a girl in pain makes. I can thank my daughter for that. I've spent many hours just listening to the cunts moaning and crying. I have microphones down here plugged into my receiver upstairs. The sounds come in stereo and I can just put on a pair of headphones and it's like I am down here with you, it sounds that good. It's in your best interest to stay completely still and quiet but you don't have a chance of doing either one. Each fiber of your body will tell you to struggle and scream. You aren't strong enough to resist... yet. You'll learn. Believe me you will soon show willpower that you would never believe you had, just to avoid upsetting me." With that Mrs. Jones kicked Slave's upper thigh. The steel tipped slide that had cracked Bidet's ribs, now ripped through the skin as the kick smashed the front of the victims thigh into the side of the strapping box and set the girls ample milk sacs flopping around and being stung over and over again as they bumped hard against the acid filled hypodermic needles. Slave tried to scream and produced some loud sounds from beyond the ball gag. She was still very far from the point where she could just accept what was being done to her. "Don't worry, I'm not going to whip your back this first time... Just your fat ass and thighs. You'll be getting a light spanking. At least by the standards of the one's you'll be getting after you displease me for real. You'll soon learn that this girls reformatory has a very high standard when it' breaking a girl into slavery. Of course it won't be like anything you ever had done to you before either at home, where I am aware you received precious little discipline from a spineless father, or from your boyfriend where you only played at S&M..." "I saw those whip marks across your fat behind. Just faint little lines but very recognizable to someone into S&M. Those kinds of baby sessions aren't suitable to someone as big and grown up as you are. I bet you'd probably hardly even notice a regular belt beating like your boyfriend probably gave you and I doubt it would be an effective deterrent. It would be a waste of everyone's time." " Here I will make sure that every stroke of the lash you get is delivered as hard as it can be and it doesn't matter for what reason you are being whipped. Each time you're whipped I want it to be something that your pea brain will never forget. Time for training is running out for you. . No one will have much interest in you in another 4 or 5 years when you're in your 20's so you'll have to learn never to make the same mistake twice. It's simple really. The more pain you feel and the longer the time you feel it, the less likely you are to forget what it was for. For this reason the lightest instrument that will ever be used, to inflict punishment on your sorry back side, will be this heavy spanking strap." "Here it is, take a good look at it. It's what you will be receiving in a few minutes. Doesn't it look massive? Look at the blade. See how thick it is and all those holes through it at the delivery end. If those holes weren't there a wall of air that the strap would compress between its surface and your skin as it comes down would cushion each blow. The holes are there to allow most of the air to pass through the strap so that it strikes the skin at almost it's peak speed and the force of the blow is absorbed by a much smaller area of skin because so much of it has been drilled out to form the " holes, 3 rows of them along the 2" wide, 5 pound strap." "The heavy belt is surprisingly flexible and with enough muscle power could probably be snapped. I don't know if I'll be able to do it but I'm sure going to try. The minimum spanking here is 50 strokes with the heavy strap and if I sense that any of the strokes haven't hit you with full force then they just won't count." "Today I want you to learn your number 1 rule, "SHUT UP AND OBEY." "It's almost impossible for you to open your mouth and not get punished for it. Your mouth exists to serve my purposes, not yours. The only times you are allowed to talk are in directed responses to your superiors questions... BTW you should assume that every person you see is your superior as well as any animal higher then a rat. Because your overweight and you pissed me off making me drag all your excess weight, you're going to get 100 strokes for your first punishment. I'd like you to know that one of the women that will hold your legs spread when I `whip in', that is I strike you along the length of your crack, will be your very own mother. Can you imagine that Slave?" Can you imagine how it's going to feel when this strap crashes into your wide spread snatch, striking the whole tender area, your inner and outer pussy lips... It will even strike your clit. In a minute you'll experience pain like you've never felt it before. This is the area I can't wait to concentrate on, your crotch from the pubic bone to the tailbone. Sometimes doctor might be around to let me know that you can take more punishment. You'll never meet anyone with the least concern for your suffering down here so if you see a doctor you can be sure he's here to help increase your suffering." "Do you think you'll remember that rule and be able to say it back when told, `shut up and obey'? Tell me yes or no." One corner of the wooden block Slave was spread over, rested on the tip of her hips, the other corner was directly over the girls torso where it meets her breasts. Her 36c breasts dangled, pulled by gravity straight down, now that they were unsupported flapping about with any movement. This was what the box was intended to do. It was intended to hold a female slave perfectly still for a whipping; a whipping that was as harsh as any ever delivered. No matter how much pain their was or how much of a struggle the darling getting the whipping put up she could not protect a single square inch of her most delicate and sensitive flesh. The box also provided it's own small delight. More then 50 needles, syringes, projected out of tiny holes through the wood box directly behind Slave's, dangling udders. If they flopped back to the front of the box they would be impaled on the sharp needles. When touched a small surge of diluted sulfuric acid would be pumped through the needles adding an intense burn to the sharp prick of the needle puncturing the skin. Naturally the slave would try to pull away from the horribly painful syringes but unable to move on the block her tits would only respond by flopping about and hitting the needles even harder. Once started the process was difficult to stop especially once the whipping started. As each stoke of the 3-foot long heavy strap slammed into the victims soft flesh at over 100 miles per hour. Just as Rebecca had believed at the start of her ordeal that it was all a bad dream, so did Slave. She was certain that what was happening was just a bad dream that she would emerge from at any moment. Her pain already threatened to overwhelm her even though she had not even begun to receive her punishment for being too fat. After being forcible bound into a ball shape for almost a whole 24-hour day Slave couldn't move after being untied. The three women forcible grabbed her by her armpits and feet and straightened her out eliciting a scream. They then positioned the still paralyzed body over the spanking box and chained her wrists and ankles to rings in the floor, well out in front of and behind the box. The girl's spine, hips and shoulders were consumed with pain as the joints moved without lubrication because they had been held in one position for so long. Long periods of bondage would injure her joints to the point where she would always be in pain, even when unrestrained. Mrs. Jones had been right about Slave having been in an S&M relationship. It was her preferred form of sex. She loved the afterglow that happened after a spanking or even strapping. She had loved the drama of being powerless to do anything that could stop being used as a fuck toy or being made to serve. It had been tremendous fun. What was happening to her now was not fun. She was just as terrified as a girl who had never imagined S&M sex would have been. Her bondage over the box was pure agony. The coarse surface was already cutting her skin at the points where bone was pushed up against the box. Her hip points and front of her rib cage were being abraded the most and a tiny trickle of blood already seeped from below the right hip point. The vicious kick not only cut and bruised the flesh but also triggered a cramp in the muscle; a cramp that Slave could do nothing about but wait till it went away. This would have been more then enough torture to have Slave in tears but the worst thing was the torment caused by the stinging needles. The needles repeatedly bit the bottoms of both her boobs. The pain of the acid burns was very real to her but caused little damage. Slave had no doubt that they were being burned off. The burning covered the entire bottom of each tit. As it would swing out and then back into the wall of needles, Slaves whole body would convulse sending the dangling mummeries swinging out and then flopping back again, only to repeat the cycle. Slave screamed into the ball gag again and again until her Mistress told her to shut up but that had no effect until the heavy strap bore down not onto her soft behind but instead crashed down right between her shoulder blades. Mrs. Jones had swung the whip as hard as she could. "CRACK!!" and immediately again. "CRACK!!" Each time Slave's body convulsed and each time a dark band appeared where the strap had hit with white spots where holes had been drilled through it. Slave shook her head wildly. It was the only body part she could still move. Slave had never felt anything like what she felt now. Not only did each stroke cause a line of burning Napalm to spring up along its path; the blows were so hard each sent a shock through her entire body. Capillaries burst deep inside her. Each blow sucked out her energy weakening her, draining away her strength and with that any thoughts of resistance. "I said today's rule was shut up and obey!!!" Darcey screamed right into her slaves left ear. Slave became quiet and pressed herself still. She found the will to stop moving and her boobs began to hang still even though they burned terribly and felt to Slave like they would burn up completely. She imagined them completely raw and stripped of skin, just charred meat. Her imagination was now working against her making every sensation feel worse then it really was. She began to think she would soon be killed, tortured to death. Her own imagination was working against her, increasing her suffering. Slave was very wrong about the `soon'. She didn't realize how much the women wanted to keep her around as long as possible since she would be so much fun to play with. Her body froze trying the only way it knew how to stay still. It was extremely energy taxing since she tensed every muscle she could. Slave broke out into a sweat despite the temperature being only in the high 50's. The basement's heating vents were kept closed and fall had settled in. Rebecca was already used to the chilly temperature and appreciated its cooling effect on her well-peppered skin. Slave was about to experience the new kind of heat herself. Mrs. Jones dipped a gloved hand into the bucket of pepper grease that was always kept nearby, and rubbed it all over Slave's back and legs. When she ran her latex clad hand through the length of her crotch, leaving a heavy deposit of the burning grease on delicate mucous membranes, they burst into imaginary flames but left the flesh completely unmarked. The skin didn't even redden and yet Slave's female parts felt as though they had caught fire just like her udders and the napalm trails covering her back. Darcey Jones dipped her hand into the grease bucket again filling her hand with the sticky grease and then slathering it over the girls back and fat tits. The torturer mistress had to pull them well away from the needles to avoid pricking her own hands. Slave lost control of her bladder when she felt the pepper attack her crotch. "For your failure to shut up I'm now going to give you a dozen punishment strokes. That's why you've just been covered with the hot pepper grease. When the strap strikes your skin it will break it in many places and actually drive the grease into the breaks. Once it settles on naked nerve endings the burn will last for hours. "I would like Bidet to watch it. Maybe a preview of what's waiting for her when she fucks up will help improve her performance... Maybe make her more convincing when she pretends to enjoy everything that is happening to her. I think her attitude sucks right now. Turn her around so Slave and Bidet can see each other. I want Bidet to get a real good look at a proper whipping. I want her to see how Slave reacts when the heavy strap drives into her flesh over and over again. Punishment strokes are landed on her most tender exposed parts. Will you ladies help to hold her butt cheeks spread as far apart as you can? I want to make sure I can land the end of this thing right on her cunt and ass hole." Slave panicked completely when she felt her ass cheeks being pulled apart by her mother and the other strange woman. Jane was the only one with her cloths on. Mrs. Jones and Emily wore only heels stockings and garters. Slave found the sight of these women even more revolting then Bidet had. Slave's mother was fifteen years older then Mrs. Jones and showed every year of it. Her tits hung limply down to below her ribcage and her belly showed `the stretch marks from bearing 3 children. Her older boys had moved away from home years ago leaving her stuck with the captive girl that was chained in front of her. To Slave her mothers appearance embarrassed her. How could her mother not only be so mentally sick but also display herself like she was doing being so ugly? She saw her every flaw and evaluated it by her own, girlish standards. Darcey Jones saw every fault with completely different eyes. Emily's pale skin made her seem more delicate then she really was. She was a blue eyed red head on which the only color was her flaming hair and the freckles that covered her by the thousands, from the top of her breasts to her shoulders. Darcey saw a woman in front of her that had given birth to 3 large and healthy children and nursed them into their second year so they would get every benefit that was available. Cumulatively she had nursed for a total of eight years. She had earned every imperfection on her skin, making Emily an inspiring site. She had not let herself go she worked out three times a week and was as strong as she had ever been. Her legs were still perfection itself. The were what had caught and kept her husband. They were now covered in brown nylons and being held up by a beige garter belt. Her feet were clad in a pair of pink puff mules. Being a redhead her pubic patch was not nearly as thick as Darcey's but it too was unshaved. Her breasts carried the largest and darkest areolas she had seen, a testament to having born and nursed three children. Her pussy lips were dark and ample contrasting beautifully with the light pink of her vagina. Darcey longed to stick her tongue into the well-used cunt and taste some of its history. Darcey became a bit overwhelmed by the realization of how broad her own sexual appetite really was ranging from the youth that had been Rebecca to the old war horse Emily Brown. Everyone she was with seemed to have something to offer and she wanted to taste each one. Slave had just felt the strap ignite her back and knew she couldn't bear having it hit her private parts like that. Worse she were already feeling the burn of the pepper grease. She would never have believed that she could suffer so much pain and still stay conscious. Instead of passing out she was getting even more sensitive to pain. Her skin was now pre sensitized like a continuous open wound. The slightest touch would bring sharp pain. Slave trembled, knowing what was to come. Bidet could see the unmistakable terror in her eyes. Slave tensed every muscle in her body in a hopeless effort to fend off the blow that was inevitably coming to the second most sensitive area of her body. The only place more sensitive was her face. Jane and Emily had the frantic girl's crack totally stretched out for the strap. It could reach past the parted cunt lips and part way down into her poke hole. Mrs. Jones squatted down in front of slave like she had done so often in front of Bidet. Her hands reached for the buckle holding the ball gag in Slave's mouth. "Before I take the gag out of your mouth I want you to know that you are not to utter a single word, but you can scream as loud as you like while I punish you for making too much noise after being told to `shut up'. Remember, I don't want to hear a word." Mrs. Jones then pulled the ball from Slave's mouth. Slave immediately began to sob and was encouraged by her owner. "That's good. I don't want to hear anything that sounds insincere coming from your mouth, only real screams. I can just imagine how this is going to feel. You're lucky... You don't have to imagine it, you'll get to live it." The tall brunet then stood up and backed slightly away, measuring out the strap so it's tip would strike Slaves stretched and waiting shit hole. This would be the slave's first real serious strapping and all three ladies could barely control their excitement. Slave's brown eyes, looked straight ahead at Bidet. She could see Mrs. Jones through her peripheral vision clearly enough and had no desire to get a better look. She could see her raising the strap high above her shoulder and begin the twisting and driving motion that would end up having the end of the strap hit Slave squarely on her waiting anus. Slave's eyes focused on the pale and gaunt ghost that was made up like a Goth. Bidet presented the strangest sight especially with the huge rings piercing her nose nipples and labia and the heavy weights hanging from each one. Slave could count her every rib; her arms were skinny as matchsticks but despite her lack of any meat the strange looking girls lips were full, her tits voluptuous and her hips flared broadly. The ghost smiled. Rebecca also saw her mother raise her arm and bring the brutal, heavy strap; down between Slaves spread legs. She was transfixed watching her mother about to brutalize the body of another young woman. She was so glad it wasn't her getting the beating but she knew it was just a matter of time. She knew she would eventually suffer everything that she saw the other girl suffering, maybe worse. The whip whistled, as air rushed through the holes. Darcey snapped it as it neared its target. CRACK!!! It actually did make a snapping sound before striking Slave on her anal ring. At first she thought, `is that all there is?' but about 3 seconds later the severity of the blow began to sink in. Slave felt a wall of pain grow in size and spread right up into her bowel. It was the worst pain she had felt in her life. Immediately her stomach reacted trying to empty its contents. Slave had not eaten in more then a day, so only a little acid actually made it up her throat. She got lost in the pain and forgot everything she had been told. She started to beg and plead not to get any more strokes. Mr. Jones decided that it was time to get serious with her new slave and continue her lesson. "Since your talking the previous stroke or strokes don't count and I will start over with extra strokes. I'm increasing the punishment to 18 strokes delivered wherever I want. Do you think I won't repeat the process if I hear you talking...again? Scream all you like. Ladies! Please make sure this cunt's well spread. I'm going to hit her in the same place again. I love the way it blistered after I hit it the first hit " Knowing this was some bad teenager, from the information Emily provided, it was easy for Darcey to hurt Slave. Not only was she bad but Slave wasn't any relation to her. It wasn't like she was crippling her own daughter. Darcey wondered how the terrified young slave would react when she hit Slave's anus again. With the tip of the urethane strap. The first stroke was hard enough to break blood vessels below the surface and cause a blood blister. Darcey was sure the next direct hit would split it open. Whooshhhhhhhhhhhh CRACK!!! It became very clear why street cloths were silly to wear in the basement. The strap landed on the same spot and elicited an animal howl out of Slave a second after connecting and Mrs. Jones had been right. The blister on her anus split open and sprayed blood all around the room splashing all three ladies. In all her years as a semi-professional dominatrix Jane had never seen anything like what was happening then and there. Flying blood had rarely been a problem. Whooshhhhhhhhhhhh CRACK!!! Slave's eyes bugged out of her skull and she screamed hysterical. Her stomach heaved. She didn't even notice her udders swing out and then back in and impaling themselves on the acid filled needles again. "I don't think you'll be comfortable going to the toilet for quite some time." Whooshhhhhhhhhhhh CRACK!!! Whooshhhhhhhhhhhh CRACK!!! Mrs. Jones swung the horrible strap 2 times more and again on Slave's bleeding and nearly skinless back door. Blood splattered far enough to land on Bidet, who was totally riveted to what was happening in front of her eyes. She knew that sooner or later she'd be getting the same treatment and wondered if there was any way she could prepare for it. It was hopeless. Red spots covered Jane's starched white blouse, but didn't show up as well on her green tweed skirt. "Just 14 more to go dear and then I'll just beat your ass and thighs for 100 more. You can take a break ladies." Mrs. Jones stepped to Slaves left side and prepared to whip her right udder. "I'll get back to whipping her crack in a minute or two." Darcey swung the strap as hard as she could and it caught slaves right tit on the upper right side. The force of the blow drove it right back against the needles impaling them deep in Slave's soft tit flesh, filling the bag with the mild acid solution. Whooshhhhhhhhhhhh CRACK!!! She hit it again for good measure and then walked to the opposite side of the box. Whooshhhhhhhhhhhh CRACK!!! Whooshhhhhhhhhhhh CRACK!!! Slaves left milk sac got the same attention. It was amazing that she didn't pass out from the pain. Both tits were now deeply impaled on the needles and weren't swinging away anymore but swelling like balloons instead as her body sent fluids to her jugs to try and neutralize the acid. "Just 10 more to go." Darcey said this while returning to her spot in front of Slave's head. "Could you spread her again.... My, my that little ass hole looks like it's been blown up by a cherry bomb, or something." Whooshhhhhhhhhhhh CRACK!!! "HOLD HER TIGHT!!" Mrs. Jones screamed. Whooshhhhhhhhhhhh CRACK!!! Whooshhhhhhhhhhhh CRACK!!! The heavy strap struck the perineum 3 times, in quick succession splitting the tightly pulled skin. Slave sounded more animal then human, emitting sounds from her throat unlike any that the three adult women had heard before. Bidet too, slipped into a state of terror. She was sure they were going to kill the girl, bound so cruelly to the block. Her own chest was now spattered with blood from the victim's genital area. Each time the strap fell it would blister the skin at it's tip and then the second and third blows would rip the skin open causing the bleeding. Slave's skin was being peeled back by the whipping. Her anus swelled so much that it appeared it had prolapsed showing the pink color of her bowel walls. She spasmed so much from the pain that breathing became difficult. "Can you believe it, I've lost count." "I think it's another 9 that she's earned so the punishment for not shutting up is half way through already. Let's take a look at the damage." "Open your mouth!" Mrs. Jones placed the middle of the bloodied strap into Slaves mouth. "Hold on to it. And I better not see any teeth marks. Damage the strap and I'll really damage your ass." Mrs. Jones went to pick up a rag so that she could wipe the blood from Slave's torn crotch and gets a good look at the damage inflicted so far. Slave's eyes were so puffed from crying that they were almost shut. Her face was red and sweat dripped from all over her body despite the cool temperature in the basement dungeon. Emily let go of the girl's ass cheek and came around to squat in front of her daughter like her new friend had done earlier. She began to stroke Slaves face and hair, gently, as though she was trying to comfort her and reassure her. It was something the motherhood instinct drove her to do even though comforting the girl wasn't her real intent. Slave tried pulling away. She was in no mood to be touched by person that she now despised, but her bondage to the block would only allow her to turn her head away. Emily grabbed the hair on both sides of her head and angled it so that she looks straight into her daughters puffy eyes easily. "You know the expression, `you made your bed and now you're going to have to lie in it'? Guess what, this dungeon is now your bed dear. I gave you every advantage any child could ask for. You had a nice home, parents that loved and cared for you. You went to the best schools and look what you turned into... Garbage. Your nothing but a fucking tramp with no respect or gratitude for what your father and I have done for you. You've put us through a living hell constantly worried about you, not knowing if you were all right, not knowing if we would ever see you again. Then you would come back home only to steal enough from us so you could go back to your drugged up street friends and finance their habits. Well that has now come to an end. Your no longer my daughter and I will no longer care about you as my daughter. You are now just property, the property of Mrs. Jones, to be specific and she can do with you as she pleases. She has been kind enough to let me take part in your training and discipline and I will enjoy that very much. She has assured me that you will never be free again but that you will live a long time as her sex slave and that is just what I want to see for you, a long and very hard life. I will help her in any way that I can to insure that s what you get. I paid for that block you're fastened to now. You know money is not a problem for me so if your Mistress wants something for your torment she will get the money to buy it, just as long as I get to watch it used and participate in the fun. You see... my days of worrying about you are over. Now it's my turn for a bit of fun and your turn to worry." "CRACK" Emily let go of the slave's hair with her right hand and slapped her face hard. "And don't you ever turn your head away from me again when I'm talking to you!" With that Emily stood up and went over to where Darcey and Jane were standing surveying the damage to Slave's privates. Darcey Jones had put pressure on the anal area for a minute using the rag and this had stopped most of the bleeding. A little blood continued to seep out from her grossly swollen anal ring but it wasn't significant. "She sure won't be looking forward to taking a shit through that thing for a while," Jane commented, referring to the girl's anus, "but I don't think there's any serious damage. She'll recover." "That's gotta hurt," Emily added, reaching out ant touching the inflated rectum with her finger. "It feels so hot." Slave winced at the touch, trying not to bite down on the strap in her mouth. "You want to give her the next nine?" Darcey asked looking at Emily? "No I think I'm not ready to do that yet. I'm more likely to end up hitting one of you then getting that strap to hit where I aim it and I wouldn't be able to hit her as hard as you. I think I need to practice some first. Let's see how Jane does, she's the professional here." "Sure," Darcey replied. "I guess those cloths are ruined anyway so you may as well get right into the action. Let's see if you can get that cunt of hers to swell up as nicely as her tits and asshole. Mrs. Jones reached down to take the heavy strap from Slave's mouth and hand it to Jane. "I think you should space out the strokes so she doesn't pass out. I don't even have any smelling salts here and I think we all would like to make sure that she feels as much pain as possible." "Hear that bitch. If you pass out on us we'll start all over again, right from the beginning. Remember, you can bawl and scream all you like but if I hear anything resembling a word coming out of that mouth of yours you'll regret it. Go ahead Mistress Jane, see if you can make her fuck up and beg again." "Will you let me change the rules a little? I think it'll cause Slave to get extra punishment and it will be more fun for everyone except her of course. I would like to insist during punishment that slaves maintain their composure and, in a clear and understandable voice thank their Master for the stroke and announce the number of strokes remaining in her punishment. If she gets the count wrong or anyone listening is not able to understand what is said, then the punishment starts over with a demerit added for the next days punishment session. Slaves have to maintain absolute self-control, what good are they if they don't. I would like to have my slave judged every evening before going to bed. They will learn to dread the end of the day because even an occasional whipping is no joke, as Mistress Jones has so beautifully demonstrated. I'll try to keep up the high standard. May I instruct the slave in the proper manner to show thanks for the previous stroke and ask for the next one?" "Sure. I just thought that doing what you propose would be impossible to do. You see how swollen she's become. Her melons look like they'll pop at any second. There has be acid right through both of `em. Fuck, just look. The skins so tight it's turned shiny and the color is so red. Can you imagine how they must feel. The back half of her crack looks like it has passed through a meat grinder. I can't believe she has that much willpower to show enough self control while being crack whipped with that thing. Go for it. I want to see what you'll do to her when she fails" Mistress Jones deeply doubted that Slave could ever show that much self-control. "I'd like to see that too. I can't imagine what could be worse then your sex whipped with that thing. It gives me the chills thinking about it," Slave's mother added. Emily really couldn't imagine anything worse. Emily's value to the other two women wasn't in her creativity, or even her money but rather in her docility. She was rich, harbored an evil secret and she didn't like questioning people. Her lack of aggression would keep her from ever questioning whatever Darcey or Jane told her to do. The two younger women decided that they would let Emily feel as though she were an equal to them, for as long as she was cooperative. All they would do would be to get a lot more money out of her by exaggerating their costs. They figured that between the extra billing and the money the slaves would bring in when they were rented out, they could quit their jobs and build a real country estate, with a secret dungeon, in some isolated location where they would even be able to keep slaves out of doors. Thoughts of paths through the woods where pony girls transported passengers in little carts and were spurred on by never ending swats of a buggy whip to their upturned back sides. The fantasy played on both of their minds. One way or another they figured they would get it using Emily. Through terrified eyes Bidet looked down at the scene unfolding in front of her. Mistress Jane had just removed the heavy strap from Slave's mouth and looked for tooth prints. She found none. Dressed in black pumps, plain black stockings, but very sheer, a Blue wool skirt and high collard, lace trimmed blouse that was now clearly spotted with red spots, she looked every inch the symbol of authority. Bidet got the feeling that Mistress Jane was the real authority. Everything about her was starched and without a blemish other then the blood drops on the blouse. These made her look even more terrifying. For a while Bidet forgot about her own brutalized body which was almost the only thing she thought about otherwise. What hurt most at the time occupied her thoughts and made time seem as if it were standing still. Just a while ago Bidet was focusing on her bladder, which burned from holding 14 hours of pee, and felt ready to rip. Urine was backing up to her kidneys. Nobody showed any inclination to relieve her. Before that her back had cramped once again with all the accompanying pain. The muscles had indeed torn in places from all of the stress and were in constant pain, no mater what her position. They were also too weak to bear even her own weight so sometimes Bidet would feel the pain in her elbows and shoulders. These joints, along with her wrists now bore all of her weight, Mercifully her wrists had stopped feeling anything hours ago. Her nipples and cuntal lips also didn't feel the heavy weights that dangled from them but the breasts themselves had become extremely sensitized. Bidet worried more about having them whipped then her virgin cunt. Bidet replayed in her mind what she had just seen Slave go through. She wanted to forget about it but couldn't. She just knew that she would get the same treatment probably sooner rather then later. At least, she thought, Slave was more fleshed out and better padded. She was just skin and bones now except for her chest. If she got it as hard she'd be smashed to pieces, she was sure. She didn't need to worry about that. With Mistress Jane severe damage would only happen if it were intentional. She was good with whips now. I don't put up with slaves that aren't self-controlled. So you're going to show me that you are or pay the price. When I ask, you will inform me how many strokes remain and ask for the next one. After it's delivered you will thank me for it, tell me how many strokes are left and ask for the next one. You will speak clearly and loudly enough for everyone to hear you. If you fail in this the whole punishment will start over with not 9 but eighteen strokes. Just in case you think you can't do this and decide to save your energy by doing nothing... Well let's have a little demonstration of what will happen to you. Mrs. Jones, would you demonstrate the effects of the cattle prod to Slave?" Mrs. Jones pondered the request for a moment not wondering if she would comply but wondering how? And then it struck her. Jane had asked for the prod to be demonstrated to Slave but she didn't say it should be demonstrated on her. How devilishly brilliant she thought and was so glad she caught Mistress Jane's meaning. She would use it on Bidet. The sight of someone getting the prod would probably multiply the pain in Slaves imagination many times over. Jane knew how terrified Bidet was of the cattle prod. She was the perfect victim, and would look like she would do anything at all to avoid being tortured with the shock stick. "I think you should both be aware that when one of you is disobedient you will both be punished." Mrs. Jones addressed the girls again Bidet froze when she heard her mother say those words while removing the prod from its hook on the wall. Slave saw the terror fill every inch of Bidet's slight body. Bidet started to shake. "I guess this will be your punishment for Slave's disobedience. If it's any comfort I'll let you know that the both of you won't always be punished if one is. It will only happen when there is clear disobedience of the rules? I won't punish the other one for accidental mistakes or poor performance, only for disobedience. Sometimes you'll be able to avoid punishment by informing your master of a transgression that might not have been caught; like telling me if the other one is thinking about escape or tried to talk without permission. That's the way you can avoid being punished for it yourself." The sight of her daughters trembling body, knowing how much she feared the cattle prod, started Mrs. Jones vaginal juices flowing enough to visible mat the hair of her thick pubic bush. She released the girl's ankles from the manacles holding them on both sides if the post giving her chains some slack. "Don't just hang there you lazy shit. Stand up properly!" it was her mother talking. Bidet struggled to comply. It was very hard and painful to work her worn out muscles but with great effort she did manage to place her weight on her aching feet. Feet confined in the ridiculously high-heeled shoes far too long. When she placed her weight on them needle sharp pains shot through her feet. Tendons and ligaments had been stretched to their breaking points as her foot muscles fatigued and weakened from constantly trying to keep her on her toes. Bidet fought through the pain because she had already experienced what disobedience resulted in. It was a ludicrous situation; she was co-operating in her own, unfair, punishment. She would make her cunt and ass hole even more easily accessible to the stick then they already were. Of course once the trigger on the stick was pulled she would loose all self control and respond only to the electricity . She would freeze for an instant and then go into convulsions for as long as the trigger was held down. The pain was indescribable, especially excruciating when the power coursed through her insides. "Slave!" "If you ever begin to just wonder that you have taken the worst I can give, put it out of your mind right away. I CAN ALWAYS...MAKE YOU HURT MORE, MUCH MORE !!!" "I can make things so bad for you that you will be driven out of your mind and then I can make them even worse. Let me show you how easy it is. Take a look at this piece of meat here. This was my daughter, now she is simply `Bidet'. Just in case you don't know what bidet means I will tell you. A bidet is like toilet bowl with a jet of water coming up from inside. It lets ladies douche themselves and clean their crotch every time they use the toilet. No need for toilet paper. This slave's official duty now is to be a humanoid bidet. There is no toilet paper in the house anymore, we use Bidet's mouth and she loves it. Don't you love it dear?" Bidet nodded her head in exuberant agreement. "You just can't get enough can you, you filthy, shit eating, whore!" Bidet shook her head in exuberant agreement. "If I offered you your freedom would you accept?" Bidet shook her head . She had learned the correct answers to those questions. She had also been warned that in the future traps would be set for her. These traps would take the form of situations where it would be very tempting for Bidet to try and escape her slavery. An example might be being left alone in a room with a telephone. You know 911 can trace the location of calls so you could describe your situation and wait for help. Of course if she were stupid enough to try this the voice she would hear at the other end of the phone would be Darcey Jones. Mrs. Jones had Bidet just imagine what would be done to her if she were caught trying to escape. She was told to never show the slightest sign of looking for freedom. "Turn and face the post and spread your thighs far apart." Fast as she could Bidet turned her body to the brick post and spread her thighs wide for the cattle prod. Slave now saw the base of the monstrous dildo that was shoved up Bidet's ass. Mrs. Jones released some of the air pumped inside of it so that she could pull it out. Not all of it, just enough to allow it's extraction while maximizing the pain in her daughters anus as the ridges passed out through her red raw sphincter. Bidet's body erupted into sweat as her hated, yet almost constant companion was brutally yanked out and dropped onto the floor. Right behind it followed a stream of soft feces that had collected at the head of the black monster. Darcey Jones paid no attention to it. She knew that couldn't have been controlled by Bidet even with her best effort. The scene wasn't wasted on Slave however; she saw everything and was more horrified then ever. "Display that filthy ass hole of yours for us." Bidet arched her back as much as the chains would allow presenting her bloodied brown hole to the cattle prod. The tip of the stick entered her ass hole and moved up till it met some resistance 6" inside. Mrs. Jones pushed harder and then pulled the trigger. Bidet suddenly erupted into a fury of activity. Her limbs twitched and jerked in disordered chaos. Her eyes bulged from their sockets. Drool ran from her gagged mouth. Mrs. Jones just kept her finger in the trigger calmly counting, "one Mississippi, two Mississippi," till she got to 10 Mississippi and relaxed her finger. Bidet hung from her chains, again too drained to move a muscle. She could barely breath. "I'll let you rest a while." "She's still a virgin you know," Mistress Jane spoke again, " so the stick hasn't been used in her cunt yet. You're not a virgin." Slave knew what that meant. "How many more punishment strokes do you have coming?" "Nine," Slave answered in a quivering voice. "Well?" Mistress Jane demanded. "May I have the next st-t-troke." Slave's voice was shaky. "You heard her, ladies. Please spread the cunt's ass cheeks, and do it as low down as you can. I don't think her fat cunt lips have been touched yet and I'd like to get it all." Emily and Darcey pulled Slave's snatch wide open, spreading the skin at the juncture of her upper thighs and ass. The two women doing the spreading could see clearly right into Slaves open vagina. It's pale pink color contrasted beautifully with Slave's dark nether lips. Her clit peaked past the slit in her clit hood, which was also spread by the pull of the women. Mistress Jones let fly with the strap. Zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzt SPLAT!!! Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaugh!!!!!!" Slave let out a scream. The strap had missed its intended target and came up short directly on Slaves masticated anus again. Blood again oozed from the wound. "Hmm, I missed. I don't do that too often." "That's understandable, you haven't used that strap before," Darcey comforted Jane. We won't count that one. Slave... how many more strokes?" "N-nine," was the slave's tearful answer? "M-may I have the n-n-next one." "No, you stupid cunt. I didn't hear a thank you for the last one. I want to hear you say `thank you Mistress Jane' and then the number of strokes left and then the request for the next one. Got it?" "Y-yes M-mistress Jane, thank you Mistress Jane. N-nine strokes left, m-may I please have the next one." "OK. Just to show you I can have some compassion I won't start your punishment session over again, but if you forget any part of what you have to say again I won't show you any mercy." Zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzt SPLAT!!! This time Jane leaned a bit further forward with her stroke and caught the lower half of Slave's wide open cunt. The end of the strap even entered the top of her vagina hitting the pink meat. Slave screamed and writhed for a few seconds fighting to gather herself enough to thank her Mistress and ask for the next one. It was the most difficult thing she had ever done. As loud and clear as she could Slave thanked Mistress Jane, announced that there were eight strokes left and plaintively asked for the next stroke. Zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzt SPLAT!!! This time blood again splattered all over the dungeon, mostly from the bleeding anus, which the strap caught on every stroke as the tip curled around to her rapidly swelling cunt lips. Some of the blood however, came from freshly broken labial skin. "Oughhhhhhhh, oughhhhhhhhhhhhhhh, aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa." "Oooooooo, t-t-thank you M-mistress J-Jane. S-seven left. M-m-m-m-may I p-please have t-the next one, aughhhhhhhh." Slave's cries even roused Bidet from her stupor, but she felt no sympathy for the girl anymore. She was the cause of her getting the prod up her ass. "Bidet, turn around and watch what happens to disobedient slaves." Zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzt SPLAT!!! This time an animal like howl came from Slave's mouth as she convulsed on the wooden block. The tip of the strap landed just below her clit smashing into the entire length of her lower lips. "Stay with it cunt. Remember; if you pass out this will start all over again. I'm sure you don't want that." Jane was again dead serious in her tone. "THANK YOU MISTRESS!!" Slave screamed out as though she had to rise above the volume of her own crying to get it out. "Oughhhhhh, oughhhhhhhhhhh, SIX STROKES L-LEFT!! Oughhhhhhhhhhh. M-MAY I P-PLEASE H-HAVE T-THE NEXT!!! Oughhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh." Blood now dripped steadily from Slave's cunt covering the damage done underneath it. Jane decided to change her target for the next stroke. She moved out of the prisoner's line of sight and stood on her left side. Zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzt CRACK!!! The stroke took Slave entirely by surprise striking her right armpit with maximum force. Pain shot out in all directions especially into her shoulder and neck. She almost passed out. Slave fought the urge to beg for mercy. She couldn't take any more; the pain was so overwhelming, so far beyond anything she had ever felt before. It had to stop. Someway she had to stop it but she was caught in a trap, a trap with no way out except to endure whatever the insane coven wanted to do to her. She would agree to anything in order to stop the pain but no such bargain was coming. Slave bawled long and loud, again trying to gather herself enough to go through the humiliating routine of thanking the middle aged woman for punishing her and asking for the next stroke. She somehow managed. Zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzt SPLAT!!! The sound somehow seemed louder this time. The crash site was the side of Slave's swollen and impaled right udder. The force was so hard some of the needles lodged inside it bent. There were 4 strokes to go. Mistress Jane moved to Slave's right side. Slave was rapidly loosing her ability to control herself at all. The pain, combined with the terrifying situation she found herself in was becoming too much to handle. The only thing that allowed her to hang on was the mental toughness she had learned on the streets, that there was always a way. Emily even felt a twinge of pride seeing her daughter suffer so much yet still hold on to her self control. Bidet was still in agony; her gut felt as though it had been burned which in fact it had. Even though she felt nothing for the new slave, Bidet cringed at what she was seeing. She had thought that she had taken the hardest whipping she would see. Now she saw herself in Slave's place, taking the awful licks that the heavy strap could produce. When the strap had hit her breast it wasn't just an outline of the strap that went dark, her whole tit did. She saw how Mistress Jane would yank the strap back as hard as she could just before it hit so that the tip would snap into the girls flesh with more energy. She saw how Mrs. Jane seemed to be able to hit her target very precisely. Worse, she saw that Jane picked only the most sensitive targets. "Th-thank you Mistress. F-f-f-four m-more st-trokes Mistress. M-mm-mm-ay I h-have the n-next." "I'll give you a choice this time. I have 4 more strokes to give you and only 3 targets in mind, your left bag, your left armpit and your clit. I don't know how to decide what to hit, so I'm leaving it up to you to decide. Which of the 3 do you want me to strike next? You choose." Jane was going to push Slave to the limit. Zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzt SPLAT!!! The heavy whip smashed across Slave's shoulders creating a line of fire she had not prepared for. "When I ask you a question you will not leave me waiting for an answer!! You answer immediately!!" Zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzt SPLAT!!! The second line of fire was laid down right beside the first and served to put an exclamation point on her statement. "YOU... WILL... NOT... MAKE... ME... FUCKING WAIT ...FOR YOU... AGAIN!!! WHICH FUCKING SPOT DO YOU WANT ME TO HIT FIRST.?!!" "M-my left arm p-pit Mistress." A second later the black rubber whip whistled through the air and reminded Slave just how bad she had felt after her right pit was hit. Sharp, shooting pains still radiated up and down her right side. Still it had to be preferable to the blow being delivered to her acid soaked tit and she was afraid to think about how it would feel landing on her clit. Her preoccupying though became, `can I take 2 on my pit and 2 on my tit and not get one on my clit?' Zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzt SPLAT!!! She felt as though she had been kicked by a horse and wanted to curl up into a little ball and die. She wanted to die now, more then anything else in the world. Was it too much to ask, she thought? For 30 seconds she even stopped breathing as all her skeletal muscles contracted into one big knot. No sound came out of her mouth. If it wasn't for her rigid posture she could have easily been mistaken for dead. Could she take 2 on her tit she thought not? "Thank you Mistress," Slave spurted out as soon as her lungs became functional again. "Th-th-three m-more strokes M-MM-Mistress. M-may I have th-the next on p-please M-Mistress. On my l-left tit M-Mistress." Zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzt SPLAT!!! Slave lost her vision for a second and saw only stars on a black background. If she hadn't hurt so much she would have thought that she was unconscious. The pain told her she was very conscious indeed. She knew for sure that her beautiful tit was destroyed with no hope of recovery. The needles squirted more acid into the big milk gland and were pushed even deeper into the fatty tissue. Dozens of needles were now stuck deep inside, some of them bent. "Aeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeh, eeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeehh!!" She could never ask for another stroke to that breast, she just couldn't do it. Could she gather her wits enough to go back through the humiliating session of thanking that horrid monster that was turning her body to hamburger? "If you choose to have the last 2 strokes both delivered to your clit then you don't need to say anything now and just nod your head. I'll place the last 2 strokes on your little nubbin and your punishment will be over. Except, of course, the 100 still coming to your big, fat ass." Not believing that she had the strength to compose herself enough to thank Jane again and ask for the next stroke, the offer gave her an easy way out. She took it. Her clit was about the only part of her body that wasn't screaming in pain. Maybe two strokes there were as good a place as any. All her other choices hurt far too much to ask they be the targeted again by the strap. Nodding her head was the easiest we out. Her head was spinning from the pain and she forgot what she had to do. Slave nodded her head. It was the only thing she could manage to do. "Mrs. Jones, would you be kind enough to make sure this sorry excuse for a daughter is wide awake. I don't want her to miss any of this. Maybe you can fill the shit bucket with cold water and dunk her head in it a few times, just to make sure she's wide awake." This wasn't what Slave had expected and she began to regret her choice. She expected a quick end to the punishment even though it might be a painful end. Now this was going to be a big event, the last 2 strokes. It was going to be worse then she thought. Mistress Jones liked the idea of dunking this new cunt's head in shitty cold water. If the strap hadn't knocked her down enough pegs a dunking in this bucket sure would. Mistress Jane had suggested to Darcey in one of their talks that cold water before a particularly painful event may help keep the victim conscious. It would act like a preventative. The cold hard stream of water churned the contents of the bucket all up into a cold, feted, brown froth. This would be her initiation into another reality, that somehow everything she did would relate to basic bodily functions. Darcey picked up the bucket by its handle and carried it over to the petrified slave girl. "You still remember today's rule I hope," she said in a no nonsense voice. "Have a good deep drink of this. I'm afraid I overfilled the bucket and it will overflow and make a mess on the floor when I shove your head in it. I want the water level down a good 3 inches before you stop. Besides you haven't had anything to drink all day, you must be dying of thirst." Mrs. Jones looked over at her suffering daughter. "Don't worry honey. Well take care of you soon." The bucket came up to Slaves red and swollen face. She could see and smell what the bucket was for. Her stomach turned, she tried to vomit but her stomach was still empty. Small pieces of shit floated in the foam while the water underneath was completely brown. Slave began to gag continuously but felt the pressure of her owners hand on the back of her skull and was too terrified to resist that. She was torn and everyone knew it. Her nose touched the water's surface. "It will be a lot easier on you if drink down everything at once and don't think about what your doing. We enjoy punishing you and really don't mind if we have to do it again because you just won't learn to obey. I know you probably don't believe it but it will be a lot worse then what you're getting now. It's just not worth it. Now get ready and keep drinking till I tell you to stop. And you better keep it all down. I know you can do it because Bidet has, many times" "Emily, and you too Mrs. Jones, could you both reach right underneath her hips when you pull back her clit hood. Try to make sure that the clit isn't covered at all. Don't worry, I won't catch your fingers." "Sure," replied Darcey, and then pushed Slave's face into bucket of female sewage. Slave surprised herself when she saw she was able to stop trying to vomit and actually drink from the bucket. She was also surprised that even though she wished she were dead she couldn't help fighting death. She was afraid that if she vomited with her face under water she would probably die so she drank as fast as she could till her belly was visibly bloated and her owner told her to stop. Darcey shook her head by the hair so the water would drip off her face and into the bucket and then put it on the floor. She then took her position on one side of Slave opposite Emily and reached under the petrified and nauseous girl. Pulling back her half of the clit hood and pulling it tight enough that it's very sensitive underside was also going to be exposed to the strap. The last thing Slave heard was... "And don't you dare puke without permission." WhoooooooooshhhCRACK! The tip of the strap landed right on Slave's naked clit and just touched the bottom of her taught clit hood. "Aeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee," she screamed again with all she had but was sharply cut off when her head was again pushed into the cold waste bucket. When the strap hit it wasn't just another blow to her chewed up crotch but felt like every nerve in her body fired at the same time and pain assaulted her mind from every limb and organ. When the bucket was put down again Slave just lay there gasping as though she were forced to run a marathon. "Wow... look at it. Look how her button is changing color. Good job." Emily was pleased. "Look how clearly you can see the line where the end of the strap hit, white on one side and purple and red on the other, and it's swelling up too... wow!" "Just one more." WhoooooooooshhhCRACK! Slave didn't show the signs of passing out but her consciousness blanked out most of the next few minutes. Her body convulsed with pain managing to thrash around over the block despite the tightness of her chains. The course surface abraded her skin where Mrs. Jones had told her it would and blood seeped from under her hip bones. 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