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Subject: {ASSM} The Castle Chap.11.
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Chap.11.

Renee's lesson


"What a wonderful feeling not to have that collar and leash on," noted Renee
the next morning at breakfast as the four female slaves sat around talking.

"You're lucky, we still have ours on," remarked Paula.

"The bitch left late last night, to go gambling no doubt. I wonder when
she'll be back?" stated Sara.

"And in what mood?"

"Let's not think about that. Let's enjoy our day of freedom,"

Renee asked," What about that new guard."

Paula answered," He's a former master Madama knows. I don't know the whole
story but he's replacing Harry. His name his Al."

"Watch out for him. Did you see the size of that man? He made me crawl up
the stairs last night while he whipped my ass with that crop he carries
around," confided Renee.

"He hit me too yesterday," answered Sara.

"Trying to establish his authority, I guess. Megan affirmed.

"We were told to continue our daily cleaning schedule as usual so we'll see
you at the pool later."

And so they went about their business. Before leaving Renee looked outside
enjoying the view. The last colours on the island remained. The palette:
gold, bronze, orange, red, russet, copper, scarlet, peach, mahogany, and
yellow. The pictures are postcard images: A viridian pine nestled in
brilliant maples, a singular stand of white birches set off by yellow
leaves, a picket fence against a backdrop of flaming red, and the classic
fall watercolours bathing the distant lake. This was going to be a wonderful
day.

The new guard observed them from a discrete distance without saying a word.

When the day was over Sara asked," I wonder if he'll allow me in your cell
Renee?"

"I don't know hon but we can try and see what he says, replied Renee.

As they were going out Paula yelled," Hey you two. Don't do anything we
wouldn't do."

Al said nothing.

Renee and Sara made love half the night.

The second day of freedom was much like the first. However, when Renee and
Sara where lying on the cell bed making out, the mistress, back early after
loosing heavily at the Casino, barged in accompanied by Al.

"What the fuck are you two whores doing behind my back. Who told you that
you could shleep together? You're both going to regret this."

When Renee was about to answer, she continued," Shut the fuck up you
shtupid, know it all lawyer bitch. I think I'll beat the shit outa you right
here and now. C'mon, get up. Let's see what you're made of you fuching
chicken. "

Renee, red with anger, got up and lunged at the dom. But before she even got
close, Al punched her in the stomach and while she was doubled up he hit her
again on the side of the head sending her sprawling to the floor. Sara was
paralysed with fear.

"Why did you do that Al? I can handle myself," Madama cried in indignation.

"Normally yes, mistress Madama but right now you've had too much to drink.
Renee is a strong woman."

"She won't be strong long. We're going to teach these sluts a lesson. Please
put the collar on her Al and bring them to the dungeon. No wait, let's
attach the short chains to the nipple rings and fix the leash to them. That
way we can pull hard on the breasts. That should get their attention."

When they got there the first thing she did was to have the two slaves stand
facing each other, secured the collars to chains coming down from the
ceiling pulling them taut.

"Now I want you lovers to embrace."

While they were in that position she attached Renee's right and left wrist
restraints together with a short chain behind Sara's back and when she did
the same for Sara they were now hugging unable to separate. Using a leather
paddle she and Al started whacking the bare white asses driving Renee and
Sara close together. Then they alternated the blows, the big dom would hit
Renee and seconds later the mistress would strike Sara causing them to swing
back and forth.

"What a lovely little dance they are performing for us Al. You'd think they
were screwing."

Once in a while they would stop to rub the slaves red buttocks. Madama
reached around to fondle Sara's penis.

"Oh, shit Al, the shemale has a hardon already."

" This bitch is wet, very wet, " Al said as he reached between Renee's legs
to caress her cunt.

"Seeing they like it so much, let's keep going."

Whack, whack, whack, the rhythmic beating continue until the woman started
to cry pleading with the doms to stop. When the beating finally did stop
they could feel the burning in their red-hot cheeks but strangely the
paddling had left them highly stimulated.

"You may console each other a little," Madama ordered, playing a cat and
mouse game.

As the two women hugged, kissed and rubbed against one another they got more
and more aroused sexually.

"That's enough you two. You're not here to enjoy yourselves," yelled Madama.
" Al can you set that slut lawyer free so we can impale her on the pipe
horse."

Renee was released from the overhead chain and brought to another punishment
devise .She saw a heavy metal pipe protruding upward and firmly anchored to
a large square metal stand. About 2 feet up off the ground, a 3 feet long
pipe crosspiece was mounted. At the top of the pipe a short "T" junction
pipe was inserted into it, perpendicular to the cross-piece, forming a small
"saddle", in the center of which was mounted a thick but short (5" long)
rubber phallus.

Madama inserted a five-inch vibrating dildo in her vagina, tied her hands
behind her back before she and Al hoisted Renee and lowered her on the
saddle so that the butt plug was thrust up her ass. Then each ankle was
secured to eyeholes in the crosspiece. The captive slave was supporting her
full weight on her crotch. It quickly became painful; the ankle cuffs
offering no leverage by which she could raise herself up. In addition that
damn dildo was stimulating her sexual appetite. An hour of this could be
brutal, she thought.

"Are you seated comfortably dearie," the sadist asked. " Now you can watch
the show."

Sara was stretched out on the rack, her arms tied above her head and her
feet secured to chains at the base. Then Al slowly started turning the
wheel, which tightened the chains pulling Sara's body longer until the
joints and muscles started to hurt.

"Don't stop now Al. A little more. I want to hear her scream."

Renee watched in sheer terror as the dom continued turning the wheel. The
stretch became incredibly painful and Sara's whimpers gave way to inhuman
howls of agony.

"Stop, please, no more. You're going to kill her. I can't bear to watch
this," bawled Renee, forgetting her own discomfort. "Why are you doing this.
Sara has done nothing wrong? Torture me instead, I'm the one you want."

"Poor little darling don't you know that we like inflicting pain. It turns
us on. Secondly don't you realize that by torturing her I am torturing you.
And were not through yet either," responded Madama.

The big man released the mechanism and the wheel returned to its original
position allowing Sara a few moments of respite. While he was opening a
cabinet to retrieve a box, Madama spoke to Sara." You have such a beautiful
perfect body for a tranny my pet. Look at your lovely natural breasts, your
flawless dark skin, your flat firm belly. And down here a gorgeous long
cock, the envy of many a man and the delight of many a woman. No wonder
Renee loves you; you're the best of both worlds."

All the time she was speaking the mistress was fondling and kissing Sara's
body while Renee could only watch in a jealous rage. Al came back with a
syringe that had a 3 in needle. The sight of Al approaching Sara made the
slaves shutter in sheer terror. Renee shrieked," What are you going to do
with that you freaks."

"We are going to make you girlfriend pay for having such a lovable sexy
body."

Before Renee had a chance to say another word the mistress grabbed Sara's
right breast in both hands and held it in a vice like grip. She looked down
at Sara and told her not to move or the needle might break inside her. She
then felt the tip of the needle pricking the now taut nipple. Cries of
protest caught in her throat as the dom slowly pushed the full three inches
into her nipple to inject the fluid. To make it even more painful the dom
kept pulling it out and then pushing it in again. The pang was so intense
she just screamed in pain and pounded her head on the table.

Then the mistress grabbed the left breast, pulling it up by the nipple. Sara
and Renee began howling as they watched the needle, which was positioned
next to the nipple, descend into Sara. She felt the fiery liquid spread
through her. No longer able to scream she just groaned as they all watched
her tits swell. They were both much larger and stood erect on her chest. She
could also feel the burning sensation slowly increasing.

"What a wonderful target they make Al. Perfect for the whip."

The large masochist picked up a small whippet about a meter long, positioned
himself near Sara and flicked the end of the whip catching Sara right on the
left nipple. She let out an ear splitting shriek. The terrible lashing
continued, unbearable and seemingly never ending until the breasts were
covered with splashes of pink crisscrossed by streaks of crimson.

Renee was twisting about in a superhuman effort to tear free of her horse
all the while yelling," You bastards, you cowards, you shits, stop that
right now."

Madama leered at her in fiendish glee saying," Suffer you slut, suffer for
all you've done."

"Please Madama, I won't do anything wrong from now on." Renee pleaded. "
I'll do whatever you wish to make you happy. Please stop. I implore you."

"Al let me finish the job while you get the catheter."

Sara was bathed in transpiration, her arching body shaken by deep sobs. She
just kept pleading," Oh god, no, please!"

Sara watched in sheer terror as Al approached with a long tube object and
all the other equipment.

"What is all that stuff," she asked, her voice quivering with fear.

"Don't worry dear it is only a Foley catheter and it won't hurt when it is
inserted in your penis. Al is an expert."

The retired dom placed all the sterile equipment on a clean towel. After
putting on the latex gloves he cleaned Sara's penis, removed the catheter
from the plastic bag, lubricated the first 75mm of the tube and inserted it
gently in the urethra. He continued lubricating and pushing until he had
about 25cm inserted. Then he pushed past the bladder sphincter muscle and a
gush of urine came out. He placed a clamp on the outside end to stop it,
inflated the tiny balloon in the bladder so the tube could not come out and
the job was done.

"That didn't hurt, did it?" asked Madama. Holding a wine glass at the end of
the tube, she said to Al," Open it a bit so that I can fill it with some of
delicious golden wine."

When it was nearly full she brought it to her nose," What a delightful
aroma, it must taste like a rare vintage wine. Here Sara, try some."

Holding Sara's head she forced her to drink her own urine. Sara wanted to
vomit but she drank it all.

Then Al fitted a very large hypodermic catheter syringe (60ml or more) with
a large plastic tip into the outflow tube of the catheter and pressed the
plunger. Sara immediately felt a flow of a liquid inside her. Al repeated
the process a couple of times at the end of which the bladder was full and
beginning to cause considerable discomfort. It got worse. Slowly the liquid
solution started to burn till it really hurt. Try as she might she could not
expel the piss; the balloon kept the outlet plugged. She began squirming,
crying and whimpering in growing pain. To make matters worse, Madama took a
short whip and started to strike the poor woman's penis with it. Sara's low
mewls gave way to almost inhumane cries of agony. After a few minutes of
this extreme torture Madama stopped, Al opened the clamps the piss gushed
out all over her lower body

Meanwhile, Renee was in constant distress. By now her throat was raw from
screaming, tears were streaming down, she could hardly breathe. What an
awful mental torture the mistress was inflicting upon her! Moreover, once
she saw that Sara's pains were over, she started concentrating on her own.

Madama came near reached up and cupped her head. "You have not suffered
enough, suffer some more Renee."

Renee focused on her body's torment. The soreness that engulfed her
genitalia and the throbbing that moved up her body was nearly intolerable
now. But there was more, far more. Her mind had been under continuous
anguish for more than one hour. At the breaking point of grief, Renee
groaned with the sound of sorrow. Soon a profound sob replaced the groans as
her anguish descended to the black depths of despair.

When Madama untied her hands and feet. Renee, in attempting to get off the
horse, fell to the floor broken and exhausted in a bundle of total misery.

The two tortured slaves, emotionally beaten and physically sore, were half
dragged, half carried back to Renee's cell.

"I feel cleansed and magnanimous now, you may sleep together. But this is
not over yet. Leave the breast chains on Al from now on. Any trouble and we
pull on it."

While lying in bed, Renee pressed Sara close murmuring," I love you Sara.
Does it hurt badly?"

"Just the breast. How about you my love?"

"My crotch is really sore. You know, for a moment there I thought I was
going mad with grief."

"Yes, I saw that my pain was your pain and it helped me endure it. I knew
you were there for me. I love you so much."

"Let's sleep now baby, tomorrow we might need the strength." suggested
Renee.

"Ok Hon, but first give me a big kiss."

"Hi," Sara and Renee greeted one another the next morning.

What a strange sensation to wake up in the same bed!

"Feeling ok hon?"

"Physically not too bad but psychologically very apprehensive."

"Same here"

"I don't know what will happen today. That bitch is getting worse, very
unstable."

Al came in, and told them to get up. He returned later, removed the chains
and led them to the common room. Renee noticed that Megan was already eating
breakfast.

"What should I do Renee."

"Just go about your ordinary duties hon. What we don't want is to get her
mad. Do we?"

"No, we sure don't."

Renee went to the table and Sara to the kitchen.

"Oh mother, you and Sara were beaten last night. I can still see the marks."

"Yes. They also tortured Sara very badly. That bitch is getting out of
control

While they were eating, Madama lurched in dressed in a loose fitting robe,
her hair dishevelled, her eyes red and puffy.

She gripped Renee's breast chain, pulling hard, causing tears to come to
Renee's eyes and announced," Tonight, you bitch, you're going to get the
punishment you deserve."

All day the slaves lived in apprehension.

Sara managed to say," Oh, Renee, I hope it doesn't hurt too much. If I could
only take your place."

"Thanks Sara. One thing I know is that she won't kill me because she needs
me to make money."

That evening, Renee was forced to crawl up the stairs again. When she got on
stage she saw Paula, Megan and Sara gagged and bound to spreader bars
standing with their arms stretched overhead.

Madama gave another signal. A wooden sawhorse about a meter high was brought
out and placed at the end of the runway. It had a padded top cross piece 15
centimetres wide and a short chain fixed near the bottom of each outspread
leg. Renee was released and forcibly taken to the spanking bench .Facing the
bench, her torso was draped across the top and her arms were pulled down so
the wrist cuffs could be secured to the chains. The sight of this gorgeous
woman tied helplessly to the bench with her luscious bare buns thrust up
provocatively while her shapely muscular legs were hanging down resting on
her toes that barely touched the floor aroused the men.

Madama surveyed her trembling target. The legs weren't spread quite as wide
as she would have liked, but she did not want to tie the ankles. She
wouldn't be able to move much forward or backward or up and down, but she
had enough slack for some sideways movement, and she guessed there would be
plenty of that as soon as she felt the strap again. To permit some movement
of the legs and the hips when the beating began would be very arousing to
the men

She noticed also that their eyes were drawn inexorably to her upper thighs
and to the tight juicy pussy they framed even with her legs drawn close
together.

"It is time to begin your lesson," the sadistic dominatrix announced." To
begin with we will talk of your misdemeanours. You have constantly
questioned my orders and worst of all you called me names like bitch and
slut. I'm I right or not?"

"Well yes but you were hurting my daughter and."

"You are not to make excuses you are only to apologize and in the future to
obey and call me Mistress. Do you understand?"

"Yes."

"Yes, who?"

"Yes mistress."

"A spanking is intended to correct bad behavior. Yours was very bad for a
long time and most certainly needs a good correction. To be effective it
must hurt and I guarantee you it will sweetie."

All the while she was talking Madama was stroking Renee's back slowly moving
down to her tush making her wait in suspense. When she reached the buttocks
she began gently caressing each quivering cheek in long sensuous circles.
Then she pushed her finger in the ass cleft running it up and down stopping
at the anus tracing small circles around it making the victim squirm and
moan softly. She slid her other hand it between the legs teasing the lips
rubbing the clit until despite herself Renee's felt a tingling sensation and
her vagina got wet.

"You will soon loose your turn on you dirty fucking slut," as she slapped
her right buttock really hard. When the first blow hit Renee's head jerked
back, the stinging was worse then she had imagined. Smack, smack, smack the
hand fell again and again alternating between each cheek Renee felt a slow
burning sensation starting to spread. She twisted her butt from side to side
but there was no escape. She kicked her legs up and down but to no avail.
Despite the growing pain Renee was determined not to cry and not to beg for
mercy. She would accept her punishment stoically.

The slaps kept falling relentlessly, mercilessly until her bottom was on
fire. As suddenly as they started the blows stopped. Renee felt the soothing
palms of Madama's hands begin caressing her red aching buttocks. She felt
relieved and grateful and when Madama asked," Will you be a good girl now,"
she instinctively and submissively replied," Yes.Mistress."

"I'm glad but I think you're lesson is not finished yet. You need a real
good lesson."

She was handed a pliable leather razor strap the kind that once hung from
every barber's chair. It was 60 cms long and 8 cms wide. Renee sucked in her
breath when she saw how thin and flexible it was. Madama stood where Renee
could see exactly what would be inflicting the pain.

"This will hurt terribly it is supposed to hurt. You will remember never to
disobey my commands again."

Fear gripped Renee as she watched the torturer swing the strap making small
whistling sounds.

" You will receive twenty four blows I will go slowly so you can think of
your misdeeds When I get to twelve you will count the last twelve strokes.
If you forget to count or make a mistake that stroke will not count. Do you
understand."

"Yes.mistress."

She swishes the strap, Renee's heart beats harder, she taps her bottom still
pink from the spanking and she clenches her cheeks in anticipation,
squeezing the lips of her cunt together at the same time. She could see the
strap coming at her and despite her resolve, as it curled around her back
and flicked to the front to catch a breast, she let out a cry as the searing
pain hit her like an electric shock. The crowd shouted out their approval
for this first stroke. Scarcely had the first pain ebbed a bit when another
lash landed across her back. Two more landed full across her back

The next one came up between her legs to strike her crotch. She whined and
this was only the fifth lash. Her tears were flowing freely now. How could
she be expected to endure all this.

Fortunately the whipping stopped for a time as the bench was lifted and
turned so that she was now facing a different angle so the spectators could
get a better view of her ordeal. And it became harsher as it continued.
Unlike the hand, which had burned like fire the instant it struck, the
leather strap only stung a little bit at first but the sting seemed to echo
around inside Renee's bottom, growing stronger and stronger as it resonated.
She was only beginning to feel the full effects of the first lashes when the
strap bit into her for the sixth time.

The dominatrix was now concentrating on her back and it felt like it was
inflamed and raw as the fierce lashes landed and wrenched agonized cries
from her. She was glistening with perspiration as she vainly tried to twist
to avoid each lash but they landed methodically first down her back,
buttocks and thighs then up again.

"Now you will count the last twelve."

The bench was turned again.

"Remember to count." is all she hears as the blood pounds in her head.

Then it happens, the next stinging smack lands across both pink cheeks
causing Renee to bounce up shouting," One."

Soon afterward the burning starts again as the subsequent blow hits her red
cheek," Two."

The third one strikes in the very sensitive area where the buttocks meet the
thighs. In spite of herself Renee emits a low, ooohh. Her hands clench the
bench legs as she gasps, "three."

Every time the strap struck the bottom a depression would be created causing
the skin and fat around it to rise and form a wave which would travel across
the buttock making it shake like jello.

Madama stops a while to caress each cheek.

"You are brave dearie. I envy you."

Renee can only think of her misery. The knotted muscles in her buttocks
relaxed as she rocked back and forth over the bench, and Madama lifted the
strap to swing it again.

"Four, five, six." As the beating continued Renee was sure she could not
endure much more. The burning was spreading from her bum to her entire body.
Her will to resist expressing her pain was weakening. As she waited for the
blow, her buttocks quivering involuntarily, she could feel a scream building
up as the grief intensified

Next came a sizzling strike between the legs catching part of the genitalia
that brought tears to her eyes. She could barely stammer, "se, se, seven."

She tightened up her rump , as though hard muscles could somehow shield her
exposed bottom from the leather. It hadn't done any good before the hissing
strap burned her behind, but she did it anyway. The bench was turned one
final time.

The whipping continued. The next one delivered very hard caught the upper
thigh of the left leg leaving a dark red welt. Barely able to contain the
scream Renee shook with excruciating pain. Breathing long and heavy she
managed finally to utter," eight." When the next one hit the right upper
thigh she at last let out a scream, "Aieee! nine, no, no, please, no more."
Her resolve to resist expressing the pain was broken, she began to sob,
tears now flowing freely. Now between blows her ass cheeks were trembling
involuntarily.

"Only 3 more, be courageous baby," encouraged the Madama as she once again
stopped to softly stroke the flaming ass. Renee was grateful for the brief
pause.

"You will be a brave girl now won't you baby."

"I will try mistress," came the answer after a long pause.

Crack came the tenth, exploding across her rear that sent a ripple of pain
up her back and down her legs. Her eyes closed, her nose ran, her teeth
clenched, her buttocks quivered. Gasping for air she waited and waited
almost forgetting to count, finally screamed, "ten."

The eleventh never seemed to come torturing her even more while she waited.
Finally it came with the force of a hurricane slamming into her with savage
brutality. She started screaming and tearing at the wrist cuffs trying to
break loose. She was sure the skin was being ripped from her buttocks.

Consumed by the savagery of the beating she slobbered, "Please stop, please,
please," looking over her shoulder at the woman who was torturing her.

"Not yet, one more, no, two, you forget to count."

Again that whistling sound, the blow this time coming from underneath
catching the soft line where thighs and buttocks meet. The pain was
unbelievable because Madama was swinging with the full force of her arm.

"Eleven." she whimpered her body racked with low sobs.

The madama stopped for several seconds, after that blow that had Renee
howling and begging. She looked with cruel glee watching Renee's hips twitch
and jump within the limits of her bonds as she tried to anticipate where the
strap would bite into her next.

The last blow crashed down on the upper thigh again The strikes to the
backside paled in comparison to this one as she screamed over and over
twelve, twelve, twelve.

"I changed my mind, one more."

Without another word she struck the bare ass with all her might as though
she had lost control of herself in a sadistic frenzy.

In a dazed state Renee felt the chains being removed and it was over at
last. She collapsed onto the floor too exhausted to even move. Her entire
body was a mass of pain and it was hard to focus her thoughts. The first
instinct was to look around to her ass cheeks, She was sure they were a
bloody mess. Instead of blood she saw a mass of black and blue swollen flesh
from the bottom of the back to the tops of the thighs. She touched the area
and felt a series of ridges running parallel to each other. The skin felt as
if it was on fire and throbbed in an unmerciful way. She remained sprawled
on the floor sobbing as much from embarrassment as from the pain and trying
to collect her thoughts.

She was returned alone and miserable back to her cell.

Renee could not believe the pain of the whipping. Her red butt streaked with
dark blue stripes burned terribly. She was thinking how this was the worst
part of a truly terrible two days. There she was a 44 year old intelligent,
independent female bound to a bench in a provocative position whipped like a
child by a heinous woman for the pleasure of depraved men.

After a long time she fell asleep.

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