Chap 4:- Violence and Retribution, part I
October I managed to make a slightly quicker version of March. It was also
stupid enough to try and ignore its disobedience but like March got another 12
added to its specials total, along with 8 more for having continued the
conversation, including derogatory comments on its master. That meant it still
faced another 28, a minimum of a week, when it finally staggered back to its
cage. It had seemed a little smarter than March however in controlling its
outbursts when being punished. It still moaned when its arse felt the belt and
dropped the butt-plug when fucked but otherwise managed to stay quieter. Still
it had much to think about and like March had a fine collection of welts and
bruises.
I took a twenty minute break then picked another ball. This time it was the 7
and I buzzed Jane to fetch July. Again I watched it being picked up from the
cell and escorted to the punishment room. Its breasts were still clearly marked
from the previous day and Jane, aware of how much punishment it had received as
a result took the opportunity to give it a few touches of the crop to its arse
and thighs on the way in. It yelped a couple of times but otherwise behaved.
Jane bound its legs while I approached and gave its breasts an examination, both
visual and physical. It squirmed a little but remained quiet. "Your here to
start paying off your debts and learn a bit more about being a proper slave.
You have a LOT of punishment coming for your behaviour yesterday." I emphasised
the key word and tweaked its nipple a little before continuing. "Hopefully you
have learnt not to ask for more pain?" I paused and when it made no response I
squashed its nipple a bit harder and said with some venom "That was a question
slut. Are you asking for more pain?" It winced and opened its mouth to reply
then remembered in time and shook its head. "That's better bitch. Anyway,
times getting on and I've a lot to do. First the four specials to the tits."
I moved to the equipment table, picked up the crop and moved across to quickly
strike the first blow. Managed to catch its right nipple perfectly and it
howled and jerked widely, nearly breaking free of Jane's grip. I waited a
minute for it to gain control of its charge then measured the distance carefully
and this time managed to get both nipples. I'm getting better with practice I
thought. Must do this more often. Plenty of chances in the time to come I
mused. Jane cursed as July twisted so rapidly it slipped loose and started to
fall forward. Jane reached for it with her right hand as July teetered but
stopped as I motioned it back. The bitch wavered for a couple of seconds but
bound as it was finally fell forward with a scream terminated by a thud and
groan as its breasts broke the fall. It moaned for a few seconds then I grabbed
some of its hair and pulled it back up to the vertical. It cried out again but
its long blonde hair made an ideal handle and as some more came loose from the
hood I looped it around my hand and tightened the grip.
"Did that hurt bitch? Well did it?" I demanded.
"Please master" it begged, "Yes, yes it hurt.?"
"Will you stay still then?"
"I'll Ugh" She gasped as I yanked her head again.
"Did I give you permission to speak bitch?" I shook its head then allowed a
little slack.
After a moment it shook its head in response, showing it understood. I asked
again, "Did that fall hurt bitch?" It nodded, restrained by my grip on its
hair. "Will you stay still now?" It started opening its mouth again but
another pull reminded it to stick to yes-no answers and after a couple of
seconds it nodded briefly again.
I let it go, stepping back and motioning Jane forward to hold it while I picked
up the crop again. July was breathing fairly heavily but relatively calmly,
until the next blow fell. Its tits, smaller than those of the two previous
slaves, were already heavily marked so I was struggling to find new areas to
hit. The third blow was slightly upwards, jarring the tits into jumping upwards
and making it gasp and cry out again but it stayed fairly motionless and I was
able to hit the fourth blow fairly rapidly. This brought a significant howl
from it and its body froze in shock.
"There, that wasn't too bad was it bitch. That, that's over for today. You
want to thank your master don't you?" My left hand reached up to cup its right
breast, cupping it gently but enough that I could feel the welts rising on its
skin and leaving it shuddering. It tried instinctively to back away but Jane
was standing behind it and preventing it falling backwards. I tightened my grip
just a little. "Don't you?" I asked again, this time with clear menace in my
voice. It moaned again then as my fingers tightened then said "Yes master,
thank you for punishing me."
"That's better. You can be polite if you just try can't you? " I fondled the
sore orbs for a couple more minutes, not pressing hard but probably still
hurting it as well as perhaps giving some sexual pleasure.
"Anyway, we're wasting time. Still got your standard punishment points to come.
Bend over!" I removed my hand and moved away, picking up the crop.
On turning around I saw it was still standing and said "I gave an order bitch!"
"But master, I'll fall Aaagh!" It's complain was cut off as the crop cut
across it's shoulders. The weight of the blow meant it swayed forward then
struggled to balance and pull itself upright. Another blow to its shoulders
brought another scream and decided the struggle and with a cry it fell forward.
There is a guttural moan as its breasts take the brunt of the fall again and its
back sags in agony and defeat.
Jane moved to tie its lease down but I stop it with a wave and gripping July's
hair firmly I pull its head back, prompting another gasp from it.
"Did I give you permission to speak bitch? Especially to deny your master's
instructions!" It moaned again then cried out as I pulled harder and shook
its head from side to side. After a few seconds I stopped and gave it a moment
to answer, my fist still buried in its hair. When it didn't respond I gave
another hard jerk and said "Answer bitch!"
"Please master. I'm sorry." It groaned again as I slapped it hard with my other
hand. "You can't keep your cocksucker quiet can you bitch!" I replied. I gave
it a couple of seconds then spoke again. "Try using your neck rather than your
cocksucker. Now! Were you given permission to speak?" I gave its head a small
shake then relaxed my grip a little. After a couple of seconds it nervously
shook its head.
"So you disobeyed?" I asked, but phrased as a statement. It nodded its head
slowly. "And again by disobeying orders to bend over." It stiffened and I felt
it tensing as the nerve gathered to speak. "And don't bring up irrelevancies
that it would hurt you a little. You know that's of no importance compared to
your master's desire. Especially when its' for your own good, to train you
properly." While it gasped in surprise at that statement I shook its head hard
again as a warning. "I'm getting impatient bitch. Are you going to answer or
do you want even more punishment?" This broke its resistance and it shook its
head nervously. "Are you saying you didn't disobey?" I asked, pretending to
misunderstand. This threw it into confusion and fear that it would be punished
again when it wanted to just end the pain
It alternatively shook and nodded its head nervously for a few seconds. I let
it taste the fear then gave it an out. "Now, did you disobey me again?" It
nodded, almost eagerly. "So you have earned more punishment." A statement
rather than a question. It hesitated for a moment then nodded nervously.
"That's better. You can tell the truth if you try."
I let go of its hair and straightened up. Ran a hand across its back,
especially the welts from the crop. It shivered. I spoke to it in a calm
voice, explaining as I had with the previous two the rules on punishment and how
totals are calculated and both increased and reduced. It sobbed a couple of
times at the amount of punishment due to it, especially when I mentioned it had
earned another 150 for its disobedience. However I made clear that it would not
receive any more specials if it spoke briefly to apologise and beg for
punishment. There was a short pause then it did so, its voice husky with nerves
and breaking a couple of times.
I said, "Well that's that then. Just behave now and your punishment is over for
today." It nodded numbly. "There is some training, to make you a better slave,
but if you behave no more punishment." It may have suspected that training
would be little different from punishment in the amount of pain it would suffer
as a result but probably clung to the hope that it only had one last ordeal to
suffer.
I was not surprised when it cried out during the thrashing of its arse. I
stopped and had it gagged then continued with renewed vigour until it had taken
all 30 strokes. By that time its arse was red with welts and it was crying
openly. I slapped it lightly about the face and said "Shut up bitch. There's
no need for that racket. It's only a little pain. Not as if you hadn't earned
it." It sobbed once more then grew quiet. I gently stroked its rear, bringing
a few tremors from it but it stayed silent.
When I fucked it the bitch dropped the dildo, as I expected and tried crying out
a couple of times until I slapped it into silence. After that it moaned a
couple of times as I pounded into it. Given that I had had a busy few hours it
took about quarter of an hour before I came and then collapsed down onto the
cushion supplied by its body for a couple of minutes.
Not to my surprise, when I lifted myself off it and stood up it tried the old
lie about rape. I had to slap it a couple of times and then sqeesh its left
breast quite firmly before it stopped complaining and finally apologised. I
told it that its outbursts had earned it yet more punishment, including 8 more
specials as I made clear it had exhausted my patience.
Again it moaned a little when I started inserting its butt plug, requiring a
couple of slaps of its arse to make it quieten down. It jerked a little when
the key was turned, locking the plug in place but then was still. I thought it
was learning, finally, to behave and the bitch removed the condom without
problems and chewed it quietly.
It was the final stage of the training session that things got out of hand.
While it was washing my cock it suddenly bit down hard. Fortunately I had
already started to stiffen a little and that helped reduce the damage. Also,
instinctively, my hands moved to slap either side of its head, stunning it and
breaking its grip. My outrage was such that I punched its head as hard as I
could, despite the risk of damaging my fist, then the pain started to work
through the anger.
Fortunately Jane, despite looking petrified, was already reaching for the
medical kit I kept in the training room. Although it would not dare use any of
the contents on a slave without permission it knew better than to hang around
under such circumstances. A couple of minutes saw some alcohol applied to clear
the wound and a dressing added. I had a couple of tears but fortunately they
were not deep and although uncomfortable I knew it would have healed in a couple
of hours. I thanks my stars again for my dose of serum.
July, having recovered from the punch had been struggling and cursing for a
while and having tended to my immediate needs Jane had started moving toward it,
the anger clear in its face. However I grabbed its arm and with a finger to my
lips not only stopped it but also made clear it should keep silent. Moving as
quietly as I could I moved around to the rear of the pinned bitch, knowing there
was no way that it could escape its restraints. I picked up the key to its butt
plug and positioned myself ready to act.
By this time July had started to get concerned about the silence, obviously
wondering what was happening. It made a couple of attempts to incite Jane to
rebellion, calling on it to untie July and that between the two of them they
could escape and release the other girls. Jane looked disgusted at those
suggestions, with possibly also some fear, knowing it was due some share of
July's no doubt strict punishment and being more aware than that bitch what that
could involve. However, obedient to my directions it stayed quiet.
I grabbed the end of the plug, holding it firm with one hand while inserting and
turning the key with the other. July's initial start at the touch relaxed
somewhat as the ribbing holding the plug in place contracted and also I started
to ease the plug out, helped by some efforts from its muscles. It thought it
had persuaded Jane to mutiny and spoke words of encouragement and thanks, urging
also that she untie it.
I moved quietly to beside the bitch's head. Carefully holding the plug, coated
still with a bit of the mustard and portions of the sluts shit, to avoid
touching it and try to avoid dropping any.
It sensed the movement and turned its head slightly towards me, starting to ask
something then gagged as the plug was pushed into its mouth and a little way
down its throat. "Tape!" I instructed as I lifted its head to give a cleared
angle for the plug to slight in deeper. It struggled, both at the intrusion and
the tastes in its mouth but bound as it was, despite trying to swing its head
from side to side it could do little to prevent the plug being pushed in until
its teeth were dangerously near my fingers. However this restrained it further,
as it could move very little without hurting its throat and was also struggling
for breath.
Jane applied some tape on my direction, not totally sealing its mouth, as I was
not sure how much it could use its nose in that position. However the tape
meant that the plug was not going to move very easily.
After a short pause it started struggling again, aware it was in serious trouble
now. Although neither Jane nor me had said anything other than that one word,
it realised I was still in full control and would be very angry. I kept silent
however, letting its fears mount while I prepared the next stage of my
retribution.
There were quite a lot of butt-plugs in the room, having made sure the place was
well stocked given the number of slaves to train. However the one I selected
now was bigger, a couple of inches longer and about 1/2" wider as well as being
slightly ribbed. This latter factor helped when I coated it with mustard as the
channels and ridges collected more of the fluid. While Jane held it I also
sprinkled some curry powder over it. Then I picked up the plug and with Jane
pulling July's battered arse cheeks apart I pushed it firmly into the hole.
Despite its size the 1st section slide into the stretched hole fairly easily.
July jerked violently, gave a groan loud despite the virtual gag it was wearing
then tried desperately to clamp tight its sphincter muscle. However its
restrains made any serious resistance impossible and I just rested my palm
against the end of the plug and pushed and after a few seconds the bitch was
unable to resist any longer and the plug pushed several further inches in. It
arched its back as much as it could and then its stomach cramped as it tried to
expel the intruder but I held firm for a couple of seconds then pushed even
deeper. Even so it took about another minute before the plug was all the way in
and the key turned, locking it in place.
It was still now, probably exhusted and hurting deeply, its head shaking fairly
feebly and moaning and whimpering through the gag. I gave silent directions to
Jane to spread its legs wider, leaving the bitch stretched painfully and its
feet on tiptoe, meaning its weight was virtually fully now on its torso. An
attempt to swing its right leg when that was briefly released, to be pulled
further to the side, stopped when I sank my fist into its side.
Once I had seen it was going to cause no further problems I made my own
preparations. I rolled the shelve of my shirt up my right arm, to above the
elbow and fixed it in place. Then looking on the shelves I noticed the small
box I was after and pulled it down and opened it. Inside were a number of
rings. Plain metal with, in the place of any jewels jagged edges of metal or
glass. Knowing the bitch had not been treated yet I realised that, despite my
desire, I could not do too much damage to it so I selected a couple of the
smaller ones, placing them on the 1st and 3rd fingers of my right hand.
I directed Jane to lie down behind July's legs so as to serve as a cushion when
I knelt down. Knowing it would pay later I was feeling generous and placed my
right knee, which would be the fulcrum, in its abdomen, rather than on its cunt,
the left knee, which would exert less pressure being cushioned by its breasts.
It groaned a couple of times as I lent on it until I motioned it to be quiet.
Having grown used to the pressure and been warned it then grew silent.
I had already confirmed that July shaved and its cunt lips were clearly
visible, especially given the way its legs were stretched. I put three fingers
in, only until the 1st joint and heard it groan. Instinctively it tried to
clamp down on the fingers and bar them access but was only able to exert fairly
light pressure. I flexed the fingers for a few seconds pushing and occasionally
scratching at its pussy walls.
When a firmer jab made it recoil slightly I quickly forced all 4 fingers in to
their base. It automatically tried to clamp down again and recoiled as its
flesh contacted the jagged metal of the rings. I pushed a little deeper and
also to the right, forcing the back of my hand against its cunt so that as I
slide in the rings cuts across its tender flesh. A high pitched keeling came
from it and its body shook with agony as I rubbed up and down the right side of
its pussy walls.
While doing this automatically I thought of another point and my left hand used
the control box to summon Carol. It arrived within seconds, prompted by the
stinging of the pain wand. I pointed at the bottle on a side table and said
"ammonia" and it nodded and picked it up, moving quickly to kneel in front of
the bitch. While my instruction was brief it was well trained and also knew
that when I was punishing a bitch I did not like it escaping into
unconsciousness. It would have the task, if July looked like doing so, of
reviving it with whiffs of ammonia and also that it would be very uncomfortable
if it failed in that role.
By this time I could feel my hand quite well lubricated by the blood seeping
from July's savaged cunt. It had ceased to try and grip my fingers, or even
escape from the claws tearing inside it. I moved the hand back, brushing hard
against its pussy lips to tear them, the harder as I pushed my hand back in. I
then turned my hand through 180 degrees which was a little awkward but meant I
could start working on the other side of its cunt, bringing a few new moans as
untouched flesh was now racked by the rings. Also, in this position my thumb
was able to reach forward and dig its nail into the bitch's clit, although I was
rarely able to keep up stead pressure because of the movement of my hand.
After a couple of minutes of this I withdrew the hand a little, to work over its
left cunt lip. It also enabled me however to hook my thumb in and I bent the
top joints of the fingers back, forming a flattened fist. The entry of this
into its cunt, now dipping with blood, took a couple of minutes of firm but not
heavy pressure and once inside I was able to thrust deeper. I never actually
punched it as such, knowing the bitch was too fragile at this point to be able
to take that sort of punishment. However steady, systematic strokes enabled me
to cut up its cunt quite deep inside it and reaching further at time with my
extended fingers and nails. I am certain I was able to work over the entrance
to its certex with the latter.
At one point Carol nervously interrupted. "Master?" it asked for attention,
then shuddered as I scrowled at it. "I can't keep it alert master." I had
noticed it wave the ammonia under the bitch's nose a couple of times and July
shudder in response as the pain hit it again. It did this again now and I was
aware of the lack of response from the body below me.
"Adenoline" I said. "A single shot to the left tit. Better give it antibiotics
to the right". Without being treated with the serum the bitch was vulnerable to
infection so I thought it a useful precaution. Carol nodded and rose quickly,
heading for where the syringes were kept. In a couple of minutes it had
returned with two and jabbed each in turn deep into the sides of the bitches
tits, knowing that was the way slaves received their injections. As the 1st was
pressed, injecting the contents July shuddered and started to revive again. It
groaned and shook its head feebly and I jerked my fist, bringing a shudder from
its body.
Knowing it was near its limit I gave it only another 5 minutes before I slowly
withdrew my hand, jerking and twisting my fist from side to side as I did to
maximise the damage. I was a bit nervous about pushing too firmly upwards as I
could feel the bulge from the butt-plug deep inside it. Not only didn't I want
my hand covered in piss or shit I know the chances of it getting a damaging
infection would be greatly increased if I cut through to its abdomen.
On finally withdrawing my arm I could see it was heavily coated with blood. I
motioned Carol to me, since Jane was still cushioning my knees. Slipping the
rings off my fingers I instructed it to clean them, but carefully as I didn't
want it cutting itself. It nodded in understanding and cautiously placed the
bloody rings in its mouth and began to suck on them.
I rose, bringing a gasp of relieve from Jane but it stayed obediently still on
the floor, having no instruction to move.
Carol, while doing its cleaning task assisted me in opening up a bowl and
pouring salt into it. I rubbed my army in the bowl until it was white with the
grains sticking to the blood. Then Carol poured move over the top of my arm and
finally a portion into my palm, which I sought to grip as I formed a fist.
I knelt quickly and thrust against July's bloodied and battered cunt lips. They
parted quickly and my fist slide in smoothly. It then started to jerk, more
violently than for some time, as the salt began to soak into the wounds, I
pushed as deeply as rapidly as I could so that some of the salt at least reached
the deeper parts of its cunt and also opened my fist and sprinkled the salt as
widely as possible. I knew the salt would help seal the wounds but, even
better, would sting immensely. This I could tell from the way its, body, which
had been virtually still for quite a while withered in renewed agony. I helped
with a little more thrusting with the fist but had decided I had done as much
damage as I could really afford to and after a couple of minutes withdrew the
fist again.
While I washed my hand of the blood and salt Jane was directed to attach three
strong clamps, one to each bloodied lip and the 3rd to the clit. Those brought
a new wave of spasms from the bitch and I watched it with some satisfaction,
stroking its arse with one hand while cupping a breast with the other. For
several minutes it withered before finally laying still. I could feel its
laboured breathing however and see how its body was coated with sweat. I lifted
its head by the hair and said "Are you sorry for your behaviour now?"
It breathed heavily and tried to mumble something but between the gag and its
battered state could make no sense. There was no nodding or shaking of its head
and I suspected it was barely coherent. I gave its head one last shake then let
it drop. I bent over it and whispered into its ear. "Take a break. You'll
need it." It shivered at the implied threat.
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January and February had been waiting nervously for hours. After their
previous experiences they were too frightened to speak to each other but they
were cold, thirsty and hungry. After, as the time passed, boredom also replaced
some of the terror.
Both jerked as the door opened and they heard footsteps as I entered, followed,
although they didn't realise it by Jane, Carol and Janine. The bitches had been
instructed on what to do and they moved quickly and silently. January's cage
was opened and it was pulled out and dragged to its feet. Its head swivelled
from side to side nervously and its mouth opened as it started to babble
nervously. I slapped its breast briefly and snapped "Silence!" and it yelped
but made no more sounds.
When it was chained to the wall, wrists spread wide and ankles also separated,
February was similarly positioned. I then moved towards them, speaking as I
briefly fondled each right nipple then, as it stiffened, clipped a powerful
clamp on them. Each slave winced but kept quiet.
"July has asked that you all be punished. However I will be generous and it
will only last 6 hours. In time you will also be able to thank it for this."
This probably puzzled them but fear and uncertainty meant they kept quiet,
although both were obviously unhappy with the clamps on their tits. February
had played sub-dom games with a couple of boyfriends. Never anything that hurt
as much as the clip on her nipple and she didn't fancy the next 6 hours but
thought she could manage it without too much discomfort. About thirty minutes
later she realised how wrong she was.
We worked through all the cells like this until 11 bitches were chained and
cramped.
