Chap 8:- The 6th slut
That left only one bitch to train before I called it a day. I had been aware
that after the initial slut all the next four had come from the latter half of
the calendar. Although the odds were 5-2 against it, if the last bitch also
came from the same section I decided I would have to check none of the balls had
gone missing. I even made an attempt at a quick count as I gave them a
prolonged rummage through them, before selecting a ball. After a couple of
seconds I looked and saw the sequence was broken. A quick jab of pain summoned
Janine and I told it to fetch February.
The two main a contrasting pair when Janine led it into the training cell a few
minutes later. Both were blonde but that was about all they had in common.
Janine, at nearly 6' towered over the shorter February and was slim and athletic
looking. The trainee was shorter but fuller figured, not as large as November
but well equipped with two attractive legs and a fine pair of boobs I was aching
to apply the crop to. I also knew, from having seen its pictures often, its
arse was one of its best features. However I was determined that would be
improved by a good session with the belt.
Unfortunately it was another undisciplined chatterer. Even as Janine pushed it
to the side of the table it started spouting garbage. "Look. This is
senseless. You're going to fuck us. I realise that. Also you like to hurt us.
I've played a bit with blokes along those lines. But there's no way you can
keep us all as slaves so lets sort out some sort of deal."
I was more than a little surprised by this outburst. After what it had
experienced it should have known better. Probably however it did not yet fully
realise the situation it was in. Also there may have been frustrated by a day
of pain and isolation and driven by desperation to try something to affect its
circumstances. It would learn how wise that step was.
Janine, which had been kneeling to bind its feet looked up with shock, its
cocksucker opening in anger at its master being addressed in such a way.
Possibly also some fear as it knew February was drawing the noose around both
their necks. However I motioned it to silence and the look changed to one of
horror when I said "Your right."
"That's better, now Uggh" Its prattle was cut short as my fist dug deep into
its torso, connecting well with its solar plexus. Its breath gushed out and it
bent forwards in pain. Before it could recover my fist struck again, this time
full into its left boob, bringing a new squawk from its lips and jerking its
upper torso backwards. Before it could fall backwards my left hand moved
forwards to grab its other boob. The initial contact checked its retreat before
my grip slipped slightly on its flesh, but I moved quickly to renew my grip,
bringing a whine from it as my grip tightened. Its cocksucker opened again but
my 2nd punch to its breast made it snap shut again. This gave me time to place
the 3rd and put my full weight behind it. The momentum from this was too much
for my grip on its other boob and as it screamed again it started to fall
backwards. However Janine had risen to its feet and grabbed February's
shoulders, absorbing the impact and then nudging it forward again.
My right hand snaked out, this time to grab its left breast, digging the fingers
into its bruised flesh. It tried to recoil even as its back arced in pain but
Janine stood firm behind it will I balanced the load with three quick punches to
its other breast. Then I simply tightened my grip a little further on its left
breast and yanked it forward. It was already virtually delirious with the agony
and slammed unresistingly into the table, lying there moaning with its head
handing over the edge. I nodded at Janine, "Now tie that sluts legs wide." It
gave me a grin and dropped down to work. I saw February jerk and its left cheek
twisted as its leg was pulled out even as it moaned senselessly.
By the time Janine was completing its right leg it was start to revive, still
moaning but shaking its head slightly. I grabbed a fist of hair in my left hand
and brought its head up, increasing the volume of its cries but nothing very
coherent. I raised it further until it was stretched across the table and its
boobs bobbed enticingly, its lips pressed together in a grimace. The slap of
its breast rang around the room and jerked it into sudden spasm, even as my hand
stung with the impact and the breast swung freely in response.
I gave it a couple of seconds then shook its head vigorously a few times. "Had
enough yet bitch?" I demanded sternly.
It sagged in my grip, shook its head feebly, despite the additional pain that
must have caused and started to mumble. It took a few seconds to realise its
was saying. "Please, no more." Another firm slap to its breast sent it
wobbling again as I said "Silence slut!" It yelped. I gave it a few more
seconds then said. "Are you going to be quiet now." After a couple of seconds
it feebly nodded its head. "Fine" I said as I loosened my grip. It may have
mumbled a cry before its breasts broke its fall again.
I slowly walked around the table to stand behind it. Janine had tied its legs
wider than bitches were normally bound, which meant it was pulled lower and the
edge of the table was cutting into its abdomen. After a short pause its
laboured breathing started to steady and I reached over, grabbed its hair and
pulled it up, with a slow steady pressure. It yelped again and as I hauled it
vertical it sagged, hanging by its hair for nearly a minute until the pain from
its hair overwhelmed that in its gut and tits and its legs steadied.
"Let's recap the facts." I said. "We do have an arrangement. You're my
property. To do with as I will. Your purpose is to serve, in ANY way I desire.
Not to yap, complain, make demands of your own."
My left hand had reached up to cup its breast and I clutched it tight briefly
before letting go, to emphasis my point. It gave a yelp of pain but wisely
stayed silent as I continued. "We have a 50-50 relationship." Its head jerked
at that and I grinned and continued. "I have the power and privilege, you have
the duties and responsibility." I gave that time to sink in and then went on.
"That's the way it is and the way it stays. At least until I sell you to your
next owner!"
It jerked at that and started to speak but stopped with a cry when I gave a
quick hard squeeze of its boob. "That willn't happen however until you're
properly trained, which is a long way away. So on to more immediate factors.
Despite earlier warnings you have behaved appallingly and will have to be
punished. However 1st of all we need to give you your normal training. Your
wasted enough time so lets get a move on. Understand!" I emphasised the point
by squeezing its breast again and it nodded weakly.
"Now, can you stand unaided?" I asked and after a couple of seconds it nodded
nervously. I released my grip on its hair and it wobbled unsteadily for
several seconds, then stabilised. It still weaved a little, brushing my hand
with its breast as I kept it cupped just off the boob. After a couple of
minutes it was standing more steadily and I removed my hand. This enabled me to
get a clear view of its left breast, still firm and perky but now heavily
spotted with already darkening bruises over much of its surface. I flicked the
nipple with a fingernail, causing it to cry out briefly and try to jump, the
latter prevented by its bounds. This caused it to stagger again but recover its
balance fairly rapidly, which I took as a sign it was recovered enough to fully
benefit from the training. There is no point in beating a unconscious bitch.
It provides a lot less entertainment then one that's obviously feeling the pain
and is no benefit in training the slave.
"Right bitch, is there anything you should be reporting?" I asked, my tone
inquisitorial.
Its head turned in my direction and it said "What? You expect me... Aaaaah".
Its comment was cut short by the new blow to its tits. It staggered slightly
but Janine moved up behind it and rested a palm on its shoulder stopping it
reeling further backwards.
Since its left boob hand been taking the bulk of the recent damage I reached
around to grab its right nipple pulling and squeezing it, bringing "Ohh!" from
the bitch. I relaxed my grip slightly, keeping some tension in the nipple.
"Point 1. You were not given permission to speak. If you had nodded it would
have been instructed but its not your place to decide when you can talk." I
pressed the point by doing the reverse, giving the nipple a quick tug and twist.
"Point 2. When you are permitted to speak you will be respectful and polite,
especially to your betters. Which at this point is everybody and everything
except you're fellow new slaves. Your language and tone were nothing like
respectful!" This time I squeezed the nipple with my full strength and pulled
and twisted it much further, stretching the nipple nearly an inch. Its head
shot back as it howled with agony, then as I let go and the flesh snapped back
and its head dropped. I allowed it to sob for about 30 seconds then it gave a
sudden intake of breath and froze in silence as my fingers rubbed its left
nipple.
"Now slut, shall we try again? Is there anything you should be reporting?" I
kept rolling my fingertip around its nipple, which actually started to stiffen
after a few seconds. I continued for a few more seconds, then said. "Well!"
It opened its cocksucker, made a small choking sound for a few seconds then said
"No master." It was so quiet I barely made out the words and made it repeat
them. This reinforced both my dominance and its humiliation. I moved my hand
away and it breathed out deeply, whether in relief or frustration.
"That's good. Its important that bitches report any infringement of the rules,
such as speaking without permission." Being ready for it I heard its intake of
breath. "That's a serious infringement. But not as serious as lying to its
master!" The last sentence was said with a distinctly different tone, making my
displeasure clear.
It shivered, then after a couple of seconds started saying. "I'm sorry.... I
forgot.... Master ". It got no further as I punched it again, this time in the
abdomen. Given what was coming I thought its tits were already battered enough
so it would be more productive to switch the damage elsewhere. It folded over,
crashing back down to the table and gasping with pain.
"Lying as I say, is a serious offence. Repeating it compounds the problem.
Also I don't like stupid slaves. Or do you expect me to believe you like being
hurt so much your being this disobedient deliberately!" It shook its head
weakly.
I gave it a minute then lifted it but its hair again. It sobbed harder and
Janine suddenly gave a "Yuk" as I heard the splash of falling water. Looking
over confirmed my thought that February was pissing itself. Over the next
minute quite a large puddle formed between its spread legs.
When it had finally voided its bladder it stood there sobbing, head hanging, its
feet, despite their spread standing in its own piss.
"Now bitch, are you prepared to tell the truth?" I prodded the point I had just
punched with a stiff finger and it gagged and then nodded weakly.
"Speak."
It stayed silent for a few more seconds then, just as I was preparing to hit it
again started to stutter. "Pleaseee.... Master... Forgive me."
"For what?"
"Master..." It paused then resumed, speaking more steadily. "Last night I
spoke with.." It stopped when I placed a couple of fingers across its lip,
presumably puzzled.
"I presume you were going to name slave January bitch. That you wouldn't be
stupid enough to refer to a now redundant identity that it would be pointless
and insulting to your owner to make."
As I lowered my fingers it paused, its cocksucker open in confusion and
uncertainty. Its head dipped and it sobbed deeply a couple of times as it
realised it and its fellow slaves were to be denied all traces of their former
identities. That if it tried to defy me it would face even more of the pain
that racked its body. After a short pause it continued. "I spoke with slave
January last night master."
So you lied earlier when denying it!" It was an accusation rather than a
question. The bitch nodded reluctantly. However I made it speak the words, to
force the point home.
"Was it a brief word or an extended conversation?" A long pause followed until
I prodded it in its bruised abdomen. It moaned briefly then said "Ex...
extended master."
"So that is a more serious offence than a brief infringement?" It reluctantly
nodded. "Speak slut. You wanted to earlier."
"Yes master." The voice was quiet and reluctant. Again I made it repeat it and
this time it spoke more clearly, its resistance fading.
"So it deserves a harsher punishment?"
It balked at that question until I prodded it again and reluctantly nodded then,
before I could poke it again said "yes master."
"Who initiated the illegal conversation?"
"I did master."
I patted it lightly on the head. "Well bitch. It's took a long time,
but you finally told the truth." I paused then continued. "Now we have that
matter cleared up I can allocate a fair punishment. Let me see." I paused
while thinking things over. "Speaking without permission. Eight specials and
50 normal blows. Lying is more serious. Twenty specials and a hundred normals,
for each lie." This was harsher than I had awarded before but I had decided to
make it aware of my anger and give it a lesson it would remember.
I heard a groan from Janine as it counted the number of blows it would receive
as a result of February's misbehaviour and ordered it to silence.
Your earlier cheek is a different matter and will be given a separate punishment
later." I had already decided what that would be, including some retaliation
from Janine. "Then there's your fouling the room. But the standard punishment
will suffice for that.."
"Anyway." I continued, "That's the summary of what you deserve. You may thanks
your master and ask him to issue the punishment you deserve. Then we can
actually start delivering that punishment, along with your training for today."
It gulped loudly and paused. As the silence extended I encouraged it by
beginning to massage and pull as its nipple. It sobbed a couple of times, then
as the pressure increased finally stammered out. "Master. Your slave... It
thanks its master for deciding on its punishment." It fell silent again and I
tightened my grip and started giving strong pulls that jerked its body so much
that Janine needed to hold its shoulders steady. After the 5th pull the dam
broke and it hurriedly said "Master. Please punish me for my crimes."
I turned back to February and pulled it up by its hair. "Well?" I asked. It
wobbled for a few seconds before finding its balance and I asked again,
reinforcing my point by using my left hand to start playing, not too roughly,
with a nipple. Even so it brought gasps of anguish from the slut.
"Please master. I don't understand. What do you want?"
I was silent for a few more seconds and pulled harder at its breast. Then said.
"Should a respectful bitch not thank its master when it has received justifiable
punishment?"
Its cocksucker dropped open for a couple of seconds then the words flooded out
"Yes, master, thanks you master. Thanks for hurting me master. Thank you." It
was so desperate I could feel myself hardening in response.
"That's enough slave" and it fell silent. I groped and pulled at the breast for
a few more seconds then let go, also removing my hand from its hair. It
staggered without the support, weaved a bit then steadied, gasping in air.
"Next stage is the normal punishment to the arse. Right, down on the table."
This brought a new cry from it but after a couple of seconds it started lowering
itself. Given its weakened state is very quickly lost balance as tippled over
with a brief shriek, to again hit the tabletop.
I explained the rules while Janine tied February's leash down, pressing its
boobs against the table top. It whimpered a couple of times when it heard what
was going to happen but reluctantly nodded when I asked if it understood. It
became more active when I started laying into it with the belt, crying out,
although its voice was clearly going, and desperately trying to escape. Because
it had me in a bad mood I was sweating by the time I finished and laid the belt
down on the table and it was producing little more than broken sobs. The deep
welts I had laid into its arse left little of it unmarked and I fondled its
cheeks for a couple of minutes, with some light pinching before giving each of
them a firm slap.
"Well let's get on. Time is passing." I said and explained the next stage while
Janine slotted the dildo into its cocksucker. I was excited enough that I was
already pretty hard so I dispensed with Janine's services, fitted the condom and
started thrusting deep into its cunt. It had been expecting to be fucked and
either through resignation or simple exhaustion made no complaint, just moaning
pitifully as I ground its body against the table. Even when I finished and
dropped on top of it there was just a small gasp.
The butt plug made it gasp briefly but it had obviously been used this way
before as it slide in fairly easily, although it jerked a little when the
springs were released to lock it in place. There was no resistance when I
slipped my cock into its cocksucker and had it clean the mess it had made,
although it struggled a bit to remove the condom.
I gave it 5 minutes rest, just lying gasping on the table, while I gave Janine
instructions. Those brought a broad smile to its face as it see vengeance for
the beating it had taken.
Returning to February I lifted its head as far as it would go and said. "You
remember your insolent behaviour at the start of this session. The total lack
of respect for your master." It groaned in despair as it realised it's
suffering was not yet over. "Its payback time scum."
Janine had picked up a leg spreader, some 4' in length and untied each ankle in
turn and tied them to the spreader. This pushed its legs even further apart.
It then fitted a chain to the spreader and moving over to a pulley began to tug,
lifting February's legs slowly into the air. This imposed further strains on
the slave's body, especially as the legs rose above its torso, meaning its
weight was borne totally by its torso. It was finally lifted about 45 only its
shoulders and breasts still on the table and the lease tightening around its
neck. Before it got too tight I untied it. The released tension and Janine's
further pulls meant it was dragged across the tabletop, further mauling its
boobs, the swinging in mid-air, bringing cries of terror from it. Inertia
gradually slowed its swinging while Janine tugged it higher, all its weight now
on its spread ankles. Finally I decided it was high enough and motioned Janine
to stop and tie the chain in place. The final swings I stopped by simply
grabbing a breast and holding its body still.
It gasped for a few moments then calmed as it grew use to the position. I
closed to stand in front of it and slowly started to rub its slit. Dipping a
finger in occasionally and gently massaging its lips and clit.
"The problem is bitch. While you're eager to take more punishment and have
definitely earned a lot more, I'm not sure how much more your body can take."
"Please. No more master."
"Silent!" I said, stopping my fingers briefly to pinch its cunt lips hard and
twisting them . Its body shook, despite the lack of slack in its posture it
tried to jerk to relieve the pain. I held it a couple of seconds longer,
hearing a desperate mewing escaping from its cocksucker, then calmly resuming
stroking it.
While I was doing this Janine knelt to one side, then the other of us. It
clipped a clamp to each nipple, bringing a yelp from February. On to each it
added a weight, in the form of a small bell. Hanging upside down its breasts
were now stretched upwards and Janine demonstrated each was in place by tapping
each bell, bringing a musical tinkle to the scene. It then rose and move to the
equipment area.
"I'm pretty certain your boobs can't take much more. Your arse could but that's
getting boring. So best to move onto pastures new." It had started a quieter
moan and its cunt secreting a little moisture as its body responded to my
attentions, while its clit had started to protrude. Now I felt its body tense
as the implications of my words sank in and a broken "Nooo.." escaped from its
lips.
I stepped back and held out my right hand. Janine gave me the cane I had
selected earlier, a thin, springy one, which would really sting against its
tender flesh.
"All you have to do bitch, is count the strokes. It's only 6. And thank me at
the end of course."
"No. Please. Not." I silenced it but nudging a breast with my foot, not a
kick but hard enough to make it sway a little. The bells tinkled again and it
moaned.
"Well your right." I paused then continued. "I was going to be generous but
you do deserve more so make it 8 strokes."
It gasped again and I looked down at it and said "Or do you want to go for 10?"
It shut up and shook its head desperately, rocking its body and reviving the
music.
"Right then. Be Still!" The last two words were a clear order and it froze.
This didn't last when I brought the cane down, right on its slit. Its entire
body jerked madly and a surprisingly loud scream tore from its tortured throat.
The bells jumped but their ringing was drowned out by its cry.
As it calmed down you could hear them as its chest heaved in agony. However
still largely overwhelmed by its babbling. "No. no, no more please. You'll
cut me apart. I can't, I can't take any more. Oooh my poor cunt."
I let it sound off for about a minute then, as it grew quite again turned to
Janine and said "Slave Janine, did you hear a bitch count?"
It looked at me and just said "No master."
"Aah. No. One. One blow."
"Too late bitch. You need to reply within 30 seconds of the blow. You
obviously think it wasn't hard enough so we will have to try a bit harder."
"Noooo! Aaaah!" The initial plea was cut short as another blow came down on
its lips. Its body jerked violently again and the bells rang. A series of
grunts and cries emerged from its cocksucker and it slowly settled, unable to
continue moving its body against its own weight. I kept an eye on the clock and
after about 40 seconds it mumbled "One. One, master. Please no more."
Since I felt the bitch was near its current limit I decided to be generous and
allow the count to stand. I also left it nearly a minute before I struck the
next blow. This time its struggles were feebler as its strength faded. It
actually made the count within the 30 seconds and I gave it a minute before the
next blow.
After the 6th its body sagged as it escaped into unconsciousness. I ordered
Janine to give the slut the same two jabs as July had undergone earlier. One of
antibiotics to reduce the danger of infection and one of stimulants to revive
it. Both stuck deep into its bruised bags.
After a couple of minutes it started to groan as it came around. I took the
chance to take a closer look at its cunt. The region was nicely bruised itself
and inflamed from the blows it had received. Even blowing lightly across it
made the slut gasp and wither in pain. When I fingered the battered lips and
prodded where its clit had tried to hide behind its protective hood it jerked
again.
"Right bitch, ready to continue?" I asked and before it could make a reply
stepped back and brought another blow down on it. It yelled, surprisingly
loudly but hardly moved that much and broke briefly from its sobbing to gasp a
number. This was actually one less than the actual count but I accepted it.
By the time the 8th counting blow had been issued it had take 11 in all and its
entire pubic region was red with some blooding and much inflammation. Its body
hung limply as it was barely able to whisper a few words of thanks.
I checked the clock again and decided we had time for a little more fun before
the final act. Turning to Janine I said. "This slut has caused you a lot of
pain bitch. Would you like to thank it?" Janine looked briefly at February's
battered carcass uncertainly then back at me and nodded briefly. There was a
whimpered no from February but we both ignored it.
I handed Janine the cane and said, "Twelve strokes. None to its cunt, I think
that's had enough fun but plenty of room on those thighs. It nodded and landed
a couple of strokes before I stopped it. Despite its height it was still a
couple of inches shorter than me and trying to aim at a higher target so having
difficulty directing its full strength to the blows. I directed it to lower
February about 6" then resume. This was much more successful and it was able to
work over the slut's upper thighs systematically. For much of this time
February just moaned quietly and jerked occasionally.
Finally Janine had completed its task and I ordered it to lower February slowly
to the floor. Pulling the latter's hair a little I was able to ensure it ended
up cunt side down and although the clamps remained in place I removed the bell
weights form its tits. I gave it about 10 minutes rest while I played with
Janine's tits and cunt. I was feeling excited again and allowed it to give me a
blow job, pulling out shortly before the end to coat much of its face with my
cum. It smiled at the privilege and licked up strands that dribbled down then
cleaned my cock with its eager tongue.
We turned back to February, which was resting quietly on the floor. I crouched
down beside it, resting one knee lightly on a shoulder and said "Right bitch,
all that's needed now is to clean up the mess you made and then you can go back
to your cage for a rest. Next time I think you will behave a bit better willn't
you?"
It was confused and disorientated but had learnt enough to quickly gabble out a
rapid "Yes master. I'll behave better next time", while probably dreading the
idea that it could go through anything like that again. After a pause it
nervously spoke again "What mess master?"
I gave Janine a hand, lifting up the bitch and carrying it across the room until
it lay on the edge of the puddle of piss it had generated earlier. I change my
grip on its hair, instead of holding its head up a little pushing it into the
pool and it gagged and spluttered as I said. "Right. Clean up that mess."
There was a last moment of rebellion as it sought to lift its head clear of the
piss and stammered out. "What! Drink my own piss. What sort of pervert are
you. Oooh". The later was the response of my boot landing on its left thigh
and it fell silent.
I knelt down on its torso, one knee across its buttocks and the other
the small of its back, pushing its hands, chained behind it and flapping feebly,
out of the way. There was a long, low moan as my 14 stone increased its
discomfort considerably, especially as I leaned forward to reach down.
My right hand, after briefly jarring the plug protruding from its arsehole,
reached further round to pinch at the lower reaches of its cunt, tugging at the
bruised flesh and I felt it try and arch its back under me. The other hand
stretched out the opposite way, reaching under its upper torso to grab the clamp
still on its left nipple and pull, dragging the bulk of the breast out from
under it, where I started to squeeze and knuckle it mauling it mercilessly.
Again it moaned and struggled weakly but was unable to do anything to stop me.
After about 10 seconds I kept my hands in place but eased up the pressure and
said. "Are you listening bitch?" I saw its head, already struggling to stay
lifted out of the pool, nod briefly and I went on. "If you continue asking for
punishment I will give it." It moaned briefly and I ordered it to be silent.
"However I don't think you can take much more and you will become unconscious."
A pause. "Don't think that will be the end of things. You will receive more
punishment points for your misbehaviour. Also do you think I'll leave this mess
here?"
I breathed and let it think for a moment. "I'll get another slut to clean up
your mess." This time the groan was from Janine but a glare from me silenced
it. "Probably January as its your cell partner. In that case it will be on
double drinks rations for the next week."
I paused to let that sink in. "Furthermore it will be denied use of your cell's
bucket." I could almost feel its forehead creasing in puzzlement and fear. "It
will do ALL its waste disposal directly into a funnel. I think you know where
the other end of the funnel will be, DON'T YOU!"
It shuddered under me and its head dropped. After a couple of seconds I heard
it start lapping up the piss and knew I had broken it, at least for the moment.
However I decided it should pay for that last period of resistance. Even while
it started on the edge of the pool I visited the various supply compartments and
opened a container of curry powder. Using a very small scoop I sprinkled some
across the pool to favour the drink.
I called Janine over and had it kneel beside the slut. Gave it instructions as
to how to guide February around the pool as it cleared different areas. Also
that it was to summon me once the clean up was completed to its satisfaction so
I could confirm the work. All the time the exhausted and battered bitch was
lying face down on the stone floor, aching from its numerous injuries and its
tormented tits grinding the clamps still attached to them against the floor.
