Chap 2: Silence is Golden - the advantage of obeying orders.
It was 5 hours after I had started May's punishment. Two hours before
Carol and Sandra had entered the cage and blindfolded and shackled the bitch
while it was still groggy from the prolonged pain. The foul smelling gag had
been removed from its mouth so it could apologise for its behaviour, which it
did eagerly, desperate to avoid further pain. I had briefly run through the
lessons given to the others while it had been withering in agony and they had
then taken it to its cell and chained it alongside June.
The new bitches had had a peaceful time. Blindfolded and chained to the wall
they had seen only one visit when their tutor slave have entered their cells and
used a felt pen to write on their left breasts. Attempts to talk to it have
been given a reminder to be quiet accompanied by a slap of their other breast.
The only exception was June, which had some idea of the passing time in that it
would have heard May's arrival and hence known that 3 hours had passed.
What they didn't know was that their master and his other slaves had been busy.
Using software analysis of the video of their time in the cage their various
sins had been recorded and measured. My slaves had the experience to decide
most points of punishment but referred to me in cases they were doubtful of. As
a result each of the 12 bitches had been given a punishment level. This was
what had been recorded on their breasts, although the master copy was held
elsewhere.
The cells were also covered by cameras, along with the activity inside them.
Despite the warnings, reinforced when the tutor sluts had visited them, most of
the bitches had started talking. Sometimes it was just a brief word to identify
each other and try and give comfort. One case only saw a bitch, December,
refuse to respond to conversation from its cell partner. In a couple of others,
May and February only replied briefly, telling their colleague to shut up.
Elsewhere the others conversed fairly freely, including various vague ideas
about escape and threats to their owner.
I had expected this and was not too upset, less so than I expected the guilty
parties to be shortly. The tutors were summoned and given instructions. Two
parties of 3 were sent to each cell in turn. Each bitch was gagged with a dildo
gag and had it's hands cuffed behind it then leased and led to another room.
Here it was forced to kneel, knees spread as before, but as wide as they could
be, encouraged with a slap or two from a crop. This was explained as position 2
on the list of poses they would have to learn.
When all 12 were arranged, 4 each in 3 sides of a square I spoke. "Well, I
didn't realise how eager you sluts were for more pain." This brought muffled
complaints from the kneeling slaves, which were silenced by the tutors standing
behind them with relatively gentle taps of the crops promising more.
"What else can I presume?" I asked. "Are any of you deaf?" I repeated the
question in a louder tone. Several shook their heads in confusion. I waited,
giving them all a chance to comment in the only way they could. January and
April made attempts to rise to their feet, but were hit more vigorously by
Janine and Kathy respectively.
"QUIET!" I shouted loudly. "Kneel where you are and stay still!" Order was
restored as the bitches frozen in fear. " I think we can assume none of you are
deaf." A pause, "So all of you heard your master tell you not to speak without
permission. This was repeated by my slaves. And yet most of you rabbit like
fishwives! In direct defiance of my orders! How eager for agony are you
pain-sluts?"
The fact they had obviously been caught out defying me meant most of them froze
in the sudden realisation that they were due for some serious pain.
I then took a little time to explain to them the purpose of the marking of their
breasts, before continuing. "Of course this behaviour means those marks will
have to be increased. However, it is so serious that something more dramatic is
called for."
I paused, then said "December, get to your feet." It rose nervously, with a
little difficulty without the use of it's hands and under instruction stepped
forward and turned, walking blindly until it was by my side. "Stop" I said and
reaching out with my left hand cupped it's left breast, squashed briefly and
gave it orders to kneel again. It jumped a little, swung its head around
nervously as if it could see me then slowly lowered itself to its knees. Under
instruction it spread it's legs again, allowing a full view of its cunt and I
bent to briefly fondle it, slipping the tips of two fingers between its lips for
a few seconds, prompting another shiver. Then I rose and continued.
"December behaved itself and did not speak. Therefore it will escape further
punishment. However it would be best for it to know what it escaped. February
and May, rise, take two steps forwards then stand, legs spread as far as the
chain allows and wait."
Both hesitated then May started to rise. "Don't make me wait" I said sharply.
Both moved hurriedly now and assumed the required position.
"Those two bitches spoke without permission." Both tried to mumble through
their gags, in fear or complaint until I continued. "Only to tell their cell
mate to be quite so they will get the least punishment. At least unless they
keep trying to talk. They can still earn some more pain if they insist on it."
Both of them frozen and stopped trying to say anything else.
I motioned their tutors forward and they each grasped the shoulders of the other
bitches from behind. I went over to a table and picked up a crop, them moved to
stand in front of February. "For those bitches there will be 4 special
punishment blows, after which they will be ungagged. If they are obedient
enough to apologise for their behaviour and thank me for punishing them then
that will be the end of it. Apart from the extra 10 conventional punishment
points of course." I finished off with this last point to make sure the bitches
knew there was no easy escape.
A gesture to Janine and it tightened its grip on the smaller blonde in front of
it. My arm sweep back, then forward. February's body arced and part of a
scream escaped from its gag as the crop pressed deep into both breasts. It
sagged and would have fell backwards but for Janine's equally naked body behind
it holding it in place. The second blow was even better, the crop impacting
with its right nipple and it jumped and jiggled delightfully as it tried to
escape the pain. It shook its head is denial, probably pleading for mercy and
tried to turn its body away but Janine held it firmly. The 3rd blow led to
another gabbled scream and it slumped forward, only for Janine to pull its'
torso back firmly for the 4th blow. "Drop it" I said and Janine let go,
allowing February to fall to the floor, trying to sob as it desperately sought
to handle the pain. "Position 17 bitch" I said and Janine stood, legs slightly
apart, folding its arms behind it. I gave it one quick strike across its breast
and it fought back a scream. It bent forward from the pain and gasped for a few
seconds then started to stand upright. I raised an eyebrow questioningly and it
said "Thank you master."
May had heard some of what had gone on and was obviously petrified. Still
hurting from its earlier punishment it was fearful of more, twitching nervously
and its head twisting from side to side. There was the danger that the fear
might trigger a fight or flight reaction, which would mean I would have to
punish it much more. While not a great problem in itself I didn't want to go
too far too quickly as it might ruin the bitch permanently, not physically but
psychologically. "Be still bitch. The sooner you behave the sooner it will be
over." Another factor was that Sandra was behind it. Unlike Janine, it did not
tower over its charge. Furthermore it was still marked from its earlier
beating. Although the cuts had healed it was criss-crossed by fading scars and
probably still sore and weakened. As such it was not in as good a position to
restrain its charge as the earlier slut. However I noticed how tightly it was
gripping May's shoulders, the fingers digging into its flesh.
The bitch stabilised slightly at my words and I struck the 1st blow. Its body
shook in reaction and its head jerked forward as it tried to bend in, protecting
its breast. "Stand still" I ordered, slapping its head, which helped push the
head backwards. I took the opportunity to strike the second blow and the
resultant groan escaped its gag. It shook its head again a couple of times and
jerked again as I quickly hit again. The bitch's body shuddered and it started
to slump. "Hold it" I ordered and Sandra quickly moved to grasp May around the
waist, seeking to hold it up and leaning it back against Sandra to support its
weight. My last blow therefore struck more from underneath its breasts making
them bounced wildly. I nodded and Sandra relaxed its grip, allowing the slave
to slip to the floor. I stepped back briefly to prevent it hitting me with an
arm as it fell. I looked up and noticed Sandra had already folded its arms and
awaited it punishment blow, like the well trained slave it was. I positioned
myself, took a deep breath and struck hard and its full breasts bounced
vigorously. It gasped and gave a restrained but clear undulation of pain for
several seconds. Its arms nearly came up to smooth its breasts before
discipline took over, it steadied and thanked me.
I went back to where February still lay on the floor, although more in control
of itself. Bending over I grabbed its hair and said "Up!" assisting it with a
steady pull on a chunk of its scalp. It gave another muffled cry but rose
unsteadily to its feet and stood, swaying quietly. I asked - "Are you going to
behave now or do you want more?" It shook its head, then nodded then stopped in
confusion, uncertain how any response would be taken given the ambiguity of the
question. I helped it out by placing a hand on its breast, making it shudder in
fear but it dared do nothing else. My hand brushed the bruised flesh making her
tremble in both fear and pain. "Do you want to apologise and thank me for
correcting your behaviour." The question gave it an out from further pain but
was phrased in such a way that it would have to both think and reply in an
humiliating way. The latter would embarrass it the former getting it thinking
in a submissive manner.
After a pause it nodded nervously and I motioned to Janine. It reached behind
February's neck and undid the gag, which slipped from its mouth, with obvious
relief to the bitch. I gave it a couple of seconds to stretch its mouth and
ease some of the cramps and then asked "Well?"
It hesitated for several seconds then felt my hand starting to tighten on its
breast warningly. There was a nervous gasp then it said quietly "Thank you."
"What" I said warningly and my hand tightened a bit more.
It jerked nervously, stammered a bit and then said " Thank you master."
"For what?"
"For punishing me." There was a pause and my hand tightened further. It
continued with a tremor in its voice "For punishing me for my disobedience
master." Another pause and it continued "I apologise for disobeying."
I relaxed the pressure on its breast and said "That's better. You can save
yourself a lot of problems if you just start behaving." My hand was still
caressing its breast, but gently now, although that was still enough to cause it
pain. I instructed "Walk forward 5 places then assume position 2" and it
obeyed. "Knees wider" I said and it obediently spread them further apart.
The process with May was similar. It was already in pain from the earlier
punishment while also the example set by February made it easier for May to
confirm. As such it also apologised and thanks me and took up the position set
for it.
I turned back and said to Debbie "Take December back to its cell. You can ungag
it after your tied it up." December rose at a brief tug on its lease and was
led away, its body posture showing how glad it was to escape the room.
While they were away I called out October and March, having them take three
steps forward, which they did with obvious reluctance.
"Those slaves did not initiate illegal conversations but they freely engaged in
them. For that they will pay a much higher price. I award 12 special strikes
each and an extra 50 of the normal punishment points." Both paled visibly,
despite their tans, and March started to shake. "Because you're relatively
inexperienced yet I will be generous however. I will not deliver more than 4
specials in any one session. The rest of the punishment will be given over the
next couple of days with your normal payment sessions. However, until this debt
is paid off you better make sure you behave, unless you really want trouble. Do
you understand?" I asked menacingly and both of them nodded almost eagerly.
The next hour was a busy time. Punishment was issued to all the bitches, each
of them hearing what the following group received before being taken back to
their cells. Those who had initiated conversations received 4 extra stroked but
the worst were July and August who had long discussed what they would like to do
to me for holding them prisoner. July received 48 specials and August, which
had spoken 1st an extra 4, as well as both getting 300 ordinary points. I had a
feeling they might be the most awkward pair as they had known each other quite a
while in their work and hence might have more experience of working together.
However all were very sore and apologetic when they returned to their cells.
I finished off punishing the tutors, giving them one blow for each 4 their
trainees had been awarded. Given that they had been processed with the serum
they were able to take much more punishment than untreated bitches so received
all their blows in one session. By the end my arm was feeling tired, but not as
uncomfortable as Jane's tits, which almost glowed red. It had had to be held in
place by Janine and Debbie for the last dozen or so blows.
The bitches were dismissed to their various roles. A couple had the task of
checking the tapes and current viewing to check that the other bitches were
behaving now and I was not surprised that no unauthorised conversation was
occurring. Jane prepared me some tea while Carol gave a good deep throat to
relieve some of the tension that had built up.
After eating I relaxed for a couple of hours, watching TV while cuddling Janine
and Debbie, with Kathy having the privilege of serving as my footrest. Then
before turning in I sent them down to the other bitches. Each was marked with
their additional punishments, a line drawn from the previous score and the new
total added beside it. They were given the chance to use the toilet, which they
found was a bucket in their cell, then stored for the night in their cages.
Those were metal cages, 4' long by 2' square, with wooden floors, to given some
comfort from the cold of the concrete floor. Bitches were partially restricted
by their leashes being tied to one end of the cage and a chain connecting their
ankle shackles to the other end given a further reminder to be quiet and told to
rest as tomorrow would be a long day for them.
Once this was done I allowed the tutors to turn in to their own, more luxurious
cells. The exceptions were Sandra who started the night shift, keeping watch on
the bitches and Janine, who was serving as my pleasure bitch for the night,
spending it on a rug at the side of my bed. Given that the following day would
be long and strenuous for me I didn't use it, except once as a toilet during the
night.
I thought over the events of the day. It was a challenge taking on twelve wild
bitches, even with the assistance of my domesticated ones. I had never accepted
more than two at a time before. But still, with a grin, I thought it was a
challenge I looked forward to. There were advantages as well as disadvantages
in numbers. Provided I could avoid any number of them combining to reinforce
each other's resistance a herd instinct could be used to some degree. Once one
obeyed at any point, in terms of language, behaviour or whatever it was more
likely that others would conform. Also they could be played off against each
other, both for my entertainment and to keep them divided and disorientated.
Although it was my standard technique that was another reason for keeping them
blindfolded and denied permission to speak. That would increase their
isolation, made more frustrating in that they knew another slave was so close
but that neither dare speak. No doubt most if not all would break the ban
again. Apart from the feeling of isolation humans were too social creatures to
easily accept silence. However that would lead to more and harsher punishment
and after a second or third time most would start coming into line.
Furthermore, from this point on they would find that simply staying silent would
not be enough to escape punishment.
They would have an unhappy night. Cold, naked and chained, hurting and fearful
about what was to come. Although there had been only fleeting sexual contact so
far the language I had used, their previous occupations and their nudity made
clear that they would have to expect sexual use and many of them would have the
night to worry over that. Also the level of pain several were suffering would
be far more than they had experienced before and I had made clear I would
inflict much more if I found it necessary.
Tomorrow would be a big day but over the next few days I would start to mould
them to their new roles. This would identify which ones would be most awkward
and the fact others had started to conform to my desires would weak the resolve
of all of them. I had some fun ideas on how so many could be used in various
ways to speed up their training. Despite my desire I managed to turn over and
go to sleep.
