Chapter 8. A Setback
One day towards the end of a training session Dominic got up to relieve
himself, instructing Mandy to stay in position. She was on the floor with her
ass high in the air and her shoulders on the ground. Her hands were between her
legs where she had been using them to caress Dominic's balls as he plunged into
her from behind. Mandy was so close to orgasm that she reached with one of her
fingers to caress herself, just for a moment. She came almost immediately. She
was still panting when Dominic returned.
Dominic came into the room and stopped abruptly, looking at her. Swiftly
he strode to the wall near the cupboard and spoke sharply into the intercom.
"Jaffa. Play the last five minutes on the room monitor."
A panel in the wall moved smoothly aside to reveal a large screen.
Instantly it came to life and Mandy saw a full size image of herself, ass up
with her hands between her legs caressing Dominic's balls as he stroked into
her. Dominic's body went stiff, shuddering for a few moments, and then he got up
and left. Moments later the image clearly showed the middle finger of her right
hand rising up. Moments later her body shivered.
Dominic shut off the screen and opened the cupboard. Mandy let out a
desperate wail: "Master! I am so sorry! I couldn't help myself!"
Dominic turned to face her. Both whips were once again in his hand and his
expression was dark. "Mandy, I am very disappointed in you." he said.
Mandy cried out again and then rolled over onto her back, spreading her
legs and arching her neck to look up at him. Then, incredibly, her hands went to
her crotch and she reached into her own vagina and spread the lips to form a
huge gaping pink expanse of flesh. The offending clitoris was still glistening
and swollen from her activities, standing up like a little nipple. "Oh Master!
Forgive me!"
Dominic strode over to her and stood with his feet on either side of her
breasts. He was deeply angry. The whip landed solidly. "Whap!" It had been some
time since that unmistakable sound had been heard in this room. "Whap! Whap!"
The whip rose and fell two more times as Mandy screamed and struggled to hold
her vagina open and her legs spread. Dominic dropped to his knees beside her,
looking her in the face as his thumb and forefinger reached for her clitoris and
squeezed. "Did I not explain that your orgasms are mine!" He was screaming at
her. "Mine!"
The smaller whip leaped into his hand and he continued to punish her as
she writhed on the floor. The slaps rang out sharply, but Mandy continued to
hold herself open, her hips rocking back and forth. Dominic paused, and Mandy
finally lay still, her face a mask of pain, her hands still holding herself.
Dominic aimed one last blow, his hardest yet, right on target. Mandy screamed in
pain, her hands flying up, her legs scissoring together. Dominic placed both his
hands on her hips, holding them still. Then, looking at her face again, he
reached down and placed his middle finger directly on her tortured clitoris, and
pressed. Mandy's mouth opened in a terrible scream. She rolled away from him,
struggling, but he followed, goosing her unmercifully. Finally he stopped, and
with an expression of disgust he turned to leave.
"No! Stay Master! Please!" Mandy wanted him to stay - stay and punish her.
Stay and torture her. Stay and do anything, but stay. Dominic took no notice.
She was left to herself, sobbing in her pain and her shame. It was heartbreak.
Later Jaffa came and took her back to her room. There were no clothes in
her closet. She hobbled into the shower and painfully prepared to go to dinner
naked, but no-one came. A jar of salve was on the dresser, but she could not
even bring herself to use it. She spent the night alone, sobbing and desolate.
The next day Jaffa announced that she would not be allowed to dance or
play piano until further notice, and that the training sessions would begin an
hour earlier. Later, as she was painfully making her way down the hall to the
training room, she was resolved to do anything at all to win back her Master's
favor. Anything. That day her Master was particularly cruel.
When the door opened Mandy saw with initial relief that the room contained
only his chair, although she also saw a small table over by the cupboard with
some jars and other things. Dominic was standing by the chair, already naked and
erect. But then Mandy's heart fell. Dominic's erection was enormous. It looked
once again like an instrument of death.
Dominic ordered her into the room and made her kneel in front of his chair
with her hands behind her neck. He then wheeled the small table over to her
side. Mandy looked at the tray and saw with horror that one of the jars
contained the same liquid that had been inserted into her anus only a few days
before. Worse, there were two huge syringes on the table, with wide barrels and
long needles.
Dominic sat down in front of Mandy, and for a moment he looked at her. His
eyes were dark. Mandy arched her back, thrusting her breasts at him wanting him
to show him how obedient she could be. He reached for her breasts. They filled
his hands, spilling over the ends of his fingers in the middle. He held them for
several moments, lifting and squeezing. It was as if he wanted to measure their
weight, shape and firmness.
Then Dominic turned to the table at his side and lifted up one of the long
needles. He held it in front of Mandy, showing it to her, but said nothing. Then
he inserted the needle into one of the jars. As he drew the liquid up, leaving
it nearly full, Dominic said: "This is a saline solution." Then, as he inserted
the needle into the other jar and filled the barrel the rest of the way, he said
simply: "This one is not." Dominic repeated the process with the other needle,
leaving them both on the table. He looked back at Mandy, whose eyes were now
filled with horror.
"Position number three," said Dominic. Mandy had a huge knot in her
stomach, and a wave of fear ran through her. She was terrified. But at the back
of her mind she knew that at least she was not being ignored. She had a chance.
She would please her Master. She would get him back, somehow.
She took her hands and placed them under her breasts, circling as much of
the flesh as she could at the base, and then pushed out, squeezing with her
fingers to make the round balls as firm as possible. Dominic took one of the
needles in his right hand and held her left nipple gently with the other. Slowly
he brought the end of the needle to her nipple. Then, carefully finding one of
the milk ducts, he began to push it into her.
Mandy felt little more than the prick of entry as Dominic continued to
push. When it was in to the hilt he had still not reached her ribcage. He raised
his knee up and rested the needle carefully on it, and then picked up the other
needle. This one he aimed at her right breast, pushing slowly and being careful
not to move his knees. Mandy was frozen as she watched. She held her breasts
absolutely still. There was quiet.
Dominic was focused on his work. The irritant had been developed by his
doctor for use in the punishment of slaves. It was highly effective and safe,
but only if used properly. If too much was administered or if the needles were
not inserted carefully or if the slave moved her breasts abruptly, lasting
damage could occur. Much of a young slave's value depended on the size and shape
of her breasts. He could not afford a mistake.
With both needles resting on his raised knees, Dominic raised his hands
and moved his fingers in the air for a moment, relaxing them. Then he grabbed
each needle with his first two fingers and placed his thumbs against the
plungers. Squeezing tightly with his fingers, he first pushed each of the
needles in deeper, forcing the barrel of each needle into the round balls of her
breasts. Then feeling he had reached her ribs, he looked into her eyes again.
"Hold absolutely still." Dominic did nothing for a moment as his words
sank in. Then he began to withdraw the needles slowly, pressing the plungers as
he went. Mandy watched as gradually the needles came out of her nipples. It took
some time, and at first she felt only the pressure of the liquid building inside
her breasts. She had to relax her grip as her breasts began to swell. Then,
swiftly, she had to relax even more. Her breasts were swelling rapidly in her
hands. She could not keep her hands in position!
Finally Dominic pulled the needles completely free and placed them on the
table. "Put your hand behind your neck," he said. Mandy complied, her breasts
stretching up. Dominic placed his hands around them from the sides, lifting them
slightly and squeezing them gently together.
It was a few moments before Mandy began to feel the pain. It began deep
inside both of her breasts as a sharp itch. It grew, spreading through her
breasts and growing in intensity. It would not stop. It grew, until it was
unbearable. She cried out, her eyes brimming with tears. "Aggh! Master! It
hurts!"
Dominic continued to hold her breasts firmly, watching them and feeling
them swell in his hands. An angry red rash began to appear on the skin. It was
happening faster now. Mandy's breasts were turning into huge tight balls on her
chest. They compressed against each other in the middle and pushed his hands
apart, past the sides of her torso. The aureolae were swelling too, the nipples
pointing out. It happened swiftly and steadily. It was as if he were holding two
large balloons as they were being inflated.
Mandy's cries were sharper now, but Dominic did not hear them. He was
focused on her breasts and how they were reacting to the irritant. This was a
delicate stage and he had to be sure he had the dosage right. Finally he felt
the swelling stop. He kept his hand on the sides of her breasts, shaping gently,
making sure.
Then, finally, Dominic sighed and his face relaxed. His hands fell to his
knees. He leaned back into his chair looking at Mandy's straining face through
relaxed, half closed eyes. It was time. His penis began to swell between his
legs. Slowly it rose up in front of the straining, sobbing girl with the
impossibly inflated breasts.
Mandy was struggling hard. She could not believe the pain in her breasts.
Her eyes were closed and her hands were clenching and unclenching behind her
neck. Her tongue was working back and forth inside her open mouth. She couldn't
keep her head or her torso still. Her face worked back and forth. Each breath
raised her ribs and brought new pains to her breasts.
Dominic watched her for a few moments and then he pushed his chair back.
Rising, he went to the cupboard and opened it. Inside were all of his whips and
crops, each specialized to its purpose. There were also ropes and straps of all
description. He reached for several ropes and turned to face Mandy.
Mandy was still on her knees in front of his chair. "Stand up!" he said.
Mandy was shaking so much she had difficulty, but managed to stand. She kept her
hands behind her neck. Dominic moved to her side and looked at her. There would
be no need for to her hold her breasts. They were taut as basketballs and nearly
as large. He had something else planned.
"Stand up straight! Spread your legs!"
Mandy heard him, and tried to comply. It was a struggle even to control
her body, but she did it.
"Now arch your back! Hands behind your head! I want yours tits out! Do
it!"
"Aggh! Master, it hurts so much!" Mandy tried to arch her back but could
not bear the pain it created in her breasts.
"You will obey me!" Dominic had never spoken so loudly and Mandy's fear
cut through her pain. Her shaking subsided, and she stood. Slowly, her face
contorting in pain, she pushed her breasts out for him.
Dominic moved behind her and attached a rope to each of her wrists. Then
he dropped down to do the same to her ankles. After a few more preparations
Mandy was standing in the centre of the room with her legs attached by ropes to
either wall and her arms raised out and held above her head.
Dominic walked to the cupboard again. He reached for his controller and
contemplated for a moment his collection of whips. He chose one that was
particularly long and stiff and then returned to stand in front of Mandy.
Mandy was terrified. Her breasts were in intense pain and she had no idea
what was about to happen. Dominic spoke:
"Mandy, I am about to take you to a level of punishment that you could
never have believed possible. You will not be required to cooperate through such
an ordeal. You may struggle and cry and scream as loudly as you like. You may
beg me for mercy . . ."
"Master! Please! Make it stop! It Hurts! It Hurts! It Hurts!"
Mandy's cries were loud and piteous. They went right to Dominic's cock. He
smiled and stood back for a moment, looking at the slim naked girl in the centre
of his chamber. Her breasts were so big she could be a cartoon. "What a life,"
he thought. This was going to be fun. He raised the controller and pushed a
button.
Mandy screamed and panicked. She tried to run away, but it was far too
late for that. Inexorably her arms were pulled out and up toward the ceiling.
She had to move to the centre of the room, then stand on her tiptoes, then
finally she felt herself being pulled up off her feet. She hung, stretched out
and spreadeagled. She looked around, seeing herself from several angles in all
the mirrors. Her breasts stood out like great colored melons on her slim and
stretched body.
Now Dominic could relax and really enjoy himself. He moved to stand at
Mandy's side and slowly raised the whip. It made a swish as he moved it back and
forth through the air. Finally it came down sharply on the tops of her breasts.
"Swishhh . . . Crack!"
"Arrgh! Ow! Ahh!" Mandy's cries were loud and shrill.
Swisshh . . .Swissshhh . . . Crack!" The whip fell again on Mandy's taut
breasts.
"AHHGGH! Stop! Stop! Please Master, STOP!"
Dominic did not stop. He brought the whip down again and again against her
breasts, marking them with bright stripes. The sound in the room was electric to
his ears - a long pattern of sharp slicing cracks! on a continual background of
cries and sobs. Dominic's cock was enormous. It bounced with pleasure at the
struggles and cries of its victim.
Each blow would cause Mandy's body to jerk and squirm, but she could not
protect her breasts. They stood out prominently, no matter what she tried to do.
She simply could not believe the pain in her breasts. Soon she saw and heard and
felt nothing else. All of her was focused on the incredible itching, burning
corrosion that was feeding on her breasts. Two fires that were consuming her
from the inside. A pain that would not relent, but grew and evolved into new
agonies as the poison moved through her flesh. The whip fell again and again.
Dominic found her breasts so large he had better success when he attacked
each one individually. For a while he moved in front so as to hit them on the
sides. Then he moved to the side again, swinging up to catch them underneath.
The whip fairly bounced as it hit her taut flesh. He started to swing and then
hold, so that the whip would stop when it hit her breast, remaining nestled in a
shallow indentation. Then, lifting it, he would see the stripe beneath.
Throughout he enjoyed the sight of Mandy's naked body struggling, straining and
jerking in its bonds. His whip was the baton -- he was conducting a symphony in
pain.
After some time he stopped the whipping and moved to stand in front of
Mandy once again. Her breasts were enormous, hard, and bright red against her
paler torso. Reaching forward, he palmed them from the front, feeling the
nipples against his hands. Then he began to slap them from the sides and bottom.
They would move with his blows, but the bounce was gone. The flesh was taut and
they were so large he could slap her nipples with the heel of his hand and his
fingers would touch nothing but breast. It was like spanking a firm ass cheek.
He began to watch her face as he struck. Her eyes were closed, but
shewould wince with each slap. Her head moved constantly, rolling and bobbing as
waves of pain surged through her. Her mouth was open, her cries mingling with
the sound of his slaps.
"Open your eyes! Look at me!" Mandy's eyes were pools of anguish, deep and
blue. She was barely conscious. Dominic grabbed her nipples and squeezed,
looking intently. Mandy's mouth opened with her cries, her tongue moving inside.
Dominic's face was closer now, and he grabbed as much of each breast as he could
hold from the front.
"Look at me!" He squeezed hard, watching as the pain played upon her face.
"Do you understand your position? Do you understand that you belong to me!"
"Agggh" Mandy's cry was pathetic. "Yes Master!"
"Say It!"
"I belong to you, Master! I belong to you!"
Dominic let go of her breasts and moved to the side once again. He picked
up the whip. He would finish, as always, with her nipples and aureolae. With the
swish and crack of the first strike his cock bounced up to hit his belly,
feeling ready to explode. He did each breast separately so as to hit only with
the very end of the whip. The blows fell swiftly, almost on top of each other,
while his cock strained as if it could watch, and wanted to be closer to her
nipples as they were being struck.
Finally Dominic's arm grew tired. Mandy hung there exhausted, still
sobbing heavily. Her breasts were spotted with blood and covered with stripes.
They were still enormous and taut on her chest, like dark red balloons. Her
breathing slowly softened as she hung, legs spread. Dominic stood there and
looked at her for some time.
Finally he moved in front of Mandy again and picked up the controller.
Mandy was lowered to her feet and her arms gradually came down as well. At first
they hung loosely on the ropes, but then she came awake and tried to get them
behind her neck once again. She was unsteady. She knew she should be arching her
back, but she had not the strength.
Dominic freed her arms and legs. Then he sat down in his chair and made
her kneel once again between his legs. He made her keep her hands in position.
Finally she was set to his satisfaction and he leaned forward.
"Your punishment will end when you have brought me to orgasm. You will
make me come by jerking me off with your tits. You are to use no other
technique. Do you understand?"
Mandy looked down at her striped and swollen breasts. The pain inside them
was so intense she could not bear to touch them. They were huge, and they were
so tight she thought he could not fit between them. How could she use her
breasts to make him come?
She started to cry, again, and with the tears rolling down her cheeks she
looked at him and said: "Master, I can't! My breasts hurt so much!"
Dominic swiftly reached down with both hands to grab them from each side.
Compressing them and squeezing sharply with his fingers he spoke into her face:
"You think they hurt now? Do you want to feel how they can really hurt!"
"A-ahh! No, Master! Let go, Please!" Mandy's hands were grabbing his,
trying to move them off her breasts.
Dominic squeezed sharply harder and said evenly: "Place your hands behind
your neck!"
Mandy shrieked in pain, her face a stretched, agonized version of itself.
But her hands did as they were told, and moved back behind her head. Dominic
maintained his hold while he waited to be sure that she had fully complied, then
relaxed his grip. He flattened his palms against her breasts and moved them
slightly, feeling the curves and the tautness of her skin. Then he lay back in
his chair, placing his hands behind his head, and spread his legs wide. "You
may begin." he said.
Sobbing loudly, Mandy shuffled forward on her knees. She had to rise up to
get her breasts onto his thighs, and she heard Dominic sigh as they came down to
rest on his skin. His cock was huge rising up from his balls. It stood up
straight, curving slightly towards him. As she looked down at it the head seemed
to pulse and grow even larger, the opening like a little rectangle on the top.
Mandy wanted to lean down and caress the head with her tongue, and then flick
her tongue gently over the underside, just where the bottom ridge joined the
head. She knew she could make him come with her tongue. But she wasn't allowed.
How could she do it with these two enormous painful balls on her chest?
Dominic gave no advice. Mandy tried gingerly to hold her breasts
underneath, and winced at the pain. Hearing Dominic's chuckle, she focused her
efforts and she managed to lift and separate them slightly. It was enough to
move forward a bit, and she leaned forward as well to place her breasts on
either side of his cock. But it was hopeless. Her breasts were so taut that she
could not envelop him properly. She would not be able to do it.
Mandy sobbed again and looked up at Dominic. He was smiling, and as she
watched he made himself more comfortable on the chair, arching his penis into
her. Mandy did her best, rising and falling on her knees to make her breasts rub
against his penis, but she could tell that it wasn't working. She tried once to
take his penis in her hand and hold it to her breast, but Dominic ordered her to
stop. But without her hand she just couldn't grab his penis. It kept bobbing
away from her. Weeping with pain and frustration, she tried caressing the
underside with her nipples. Again his penis kept bobbing away from her.
Dominic watched with growing amusement as Mandy tried to stimulate him. It
wouldn't take much. Her cries of pain and the tears streaming down her face onto
her huge red and punished breasts were exciting enough. But what thrilled him to
the core and made his cock jerk with excitement was the power. He felt enormous
power. This girl was struggling and sacrificing herself, fighting intense pain
just to please his cock. He watched, drinking in the spectacle through half
closed eyes as she moved her enormous, swollen and punished breasts, wincing and
crying with the effort while his cock bobbed and weaved and laughed in front of
her.
Mandy was still getting nowhere when the head of Dominic's cock got
trapped momentarily between her breasts. Her downward movement bent it towards
her, and then it released, bobbing in the air again. Mandy's eyes lit up
suddenly. She got up off her knees, sticking out her ass. She was now leaning at
the waist so that her breasts hung down over his cock. Reaching underneath to
cradle them in her hands, she ever so gently moved them apart and lowered
herself at the waist so that his cock was directly between them. As she released
them, they closed together tightly around the head. A new sound came from her
lips - a cry of success - as she held her breasts together at the sides and
started to move her torso up and down.
Dominic groaned as his cock began to get its first real stimulation. The
valley between Mandy's breasts was soaked with tears, and well lubricated.
Still, Mandy felt this might not be enough. In another inspiration she stepped
over his thigh so that she was standing beside the chair. Now her right breast
was rubbing the underside of his cock, just where she knew he was most
sensitive. Her left breast, guided by her hand, trapped his cock and kept it
from escaping.
Now it didn't take long. Dominic felt the familiar glow in his balls
beginning to spread. As it built he opened his eyes wide and reached out to grab
Mandy's left ass cheek. His fingers dug in as he felt his seed move within him.
His hips rose up as he came, shooting his load between Mandy's punished breasts.
Mandy felt him spend on her chest and sobbed with relief. She continued to
stroke as several more spurts burst out against her breasts and slid back down
along his. Then, feeling his cock finally beginning to soften, she let go her
breasts and grabbed the arm of the chair opposite her. Her head hung down, as
did her breasts, still intensely painful and swollen and heaving with her
breathing.
Dominic lay back with his eyes closed. His body was filled with pleasure
and he enjoyed all of it, allowing his orgasm to subside slowly. When he opened
his eyes finally Mandy was still poised above him. He looked down to see his
cock still softly erect. "You may clean me with your tongue." he said.
Mandy gratefully complied, licking and slurping around his cock and balls
until he was glistening clean. His right hand moved onto his knee and palmed her
nipple, cradling her breast as she worked at her task. When she was done she
looked up at him, careful not to pull her breast out of his hand. He squeezed it
gently, watching as little sharp jerks of pain crossed her face and eyes.
Dominic said: "Jaffa will give you the antidote. You will find that the
pain goes away quickly. The swelling will be reduced by this evening, and your
breasts will be nearly recovered by tomorrow." He sat up, and she fell to her
knees beside his chair. "I will see you again tomorrow."
Then he rose to put away the whip, the jars and the needles, closing the
cupboard before he turned to look at her again. "Jaffa will be here shortly," he
said, and went out the door.
The rest of that week Dominic continued to punish her during their
training sessions. He left her damaged clitoris and breasts alone, giving them
time to recover, but still found ways to cause her pain. She had another session
with the irritant up her rectum, and the buggering that followed compressed her
breasts painfully against the floor. She spent another afternoon doubled over
the back of his chair while he punished her with a variety of instruments,
commenting on the sounds and the marks that each one made, until he finally
chose a favorite.
But by the end of the week she could tell that his anger was subsiding,
and she redoubled her efforts to please him. Her breasts recovered, as did her
swollen clitoris. Gradually, there returned a semblance of normalcy and by the
following week she was allowed once more to dance and play music, and he began
to eat with her again in the evenings. But there was still a distance in him
that she could not breach and could not fathom.
Dominic felt his anger subsiding as well. He knew that it had been
directed partly at himself, although of course it had been carried out against
Mandy. He had made a serious error in his training, and he was very lucky not to
have been caught. He had been far too soft with this girl. If Mandy had been
caught touching herself in the house of a new Master it could have ruined his
reputation. Dominic's reputation was his business - it had to be impeccable.
