Not Tattered, But Torn
It had been over a week since i had been able to chat with my Master
online. The longest week in my life so far, in fact. At present, i was
even evaluating the worth of my life suffering from constant torment, or
inviting death to avoid it, but squash the chance of being with my Master
ever again. As the crop came hissing down on my torso for the thirteenth
time, it was still a decision to be made. Perhaps the only thing that made
it debatable, is knowing my Master wouldn't approve.
i glared at the man who stood before me. He wasn't my Master... He was
someone who wanted nothing more than to break me down until i was nothing
more than a human doormat. i can't even begin to measure the amount of
hatred i had for this man. But i was to learn very shortly, just how much
more hatred i was capable of.
"Well, it looks like my new toy can handle some pain. And I must say, I'd
be impressed with your quick learning of the lessons I have given you. I would
be impressed, but I can tell that you've already be trained. Sometimes that makes
my job easier, but I think in this case, you worthless little whore, by having
been someone else's pain slut makes my job of training you much, much harder.
I can tell you love whoever trained you. I can see that pathetic, sentimental
look you have in your eyes every time I come near you."
A slave is taught to respectfully address Dom/mes, and although his words are
tearing right through me, the lessons that were burned into my brain made
me lower my gaze, and not say a word. He continued on, some insults hitting
closer to home than others. But then he said something that made me snap my
head up and pay attention.
"By the way, slave, I know who your Master is, and I have been chatting
with Him for the past six days. He is quite a Dom, I must say. And according
to many others, he is well respected. And since I just bought this, I think we
should give it a try, don't you?" He said mockingly, holding out the box
containing his new web cam.
i all but melted into the floor right then and there, my shoulders and spirit
sinking. i knew what he was up to, and tried to convince him otherwise, but
even a slave doesn't make much sense with a ring gag in her mouth. He turned
around, picking up the aluminum cane as he turned.
"Doth my slave protest? Listen, slave, you of all of my things should know
what protesting or speaking without permission gets." He snarled as he raised
his hand.
i closed my eyes and bowed my head, tensing my entire body, waiting for the
cane to strike me on the inner thigh, where most of his strikes land.
i was wrong.
A searing hot pain spread from one side of my back to the other as
the cane landed and shot off it again. i didn't even get my breath back when
he struck me again, this time a long, thin, red welt appearing across my
lower back. Tears stung my eyes, and i blinked hard and fast trying to clear
them, but the tears kept coming.
"Bend over, slave. Get on all fours before I decide to take away the use
of a limb or two." He barked.
i dropped to my hands and knees quickly, hanging my head so he couldn't see
the tears. i felt and heard him approach and stop just behind me. i even sensed
it as he raised the cane again, then closed my eyes shut as i heard the hiss
of the cane as he brought it down fast through the air. It struck with such
force, that it sent me rolling, my legs and arms buckling under its force.
my shoulder blades now had a long red line across them, running over them in
a diagonal direction. i knew another was coming that would match it, and struggled
to keep from screaming. my entire back felt like it was on fire, and already
i could feel the muscles and flesh swelling up.
The final strike was delivered with enough force to make me cry out in pain,
my arms buckling again, sending me crashing to the floor. He actually laughed
at me as i lay there, groaning in pain.
"Well, slave, aren't you going to thank your Master for teaching you a lesson?" He
asked.
i glared at him, and managed to get back to my knees.
"You're not my Master." i said, the words coming out like a hissed
whisper than a steady voice.
i heard him sigh, and winced as he approached. The cane was still in his hand,
and flew once again through the air, this time catching my left ribs, knocking
the wind right out of me.
"You will learn, that the only Master you will have is me, because I am
the only one who is able to teach you a lesson about obedience." He snarled
into my ear.
i watched as he walked over to his computer and took the next hour hooking
up the web cam and its software. i remained where i was, fearing another few
strikes if i dared to move from that spot without being told to move. i watched
him, then felt sick to my stomach as he entered the chatroom i knew my Master
would be in. i was even able to see them start a private conversation there,
and when he turned to smile so wickedly at me, my heart sank. i knew my Master
had agreed to watch the web cam images.
He walked over and whacked me with the cane until i was in a position he felt
was satisfactory. i was kneeling like my beloved Master had taught me... knees
spread, my wrists crossed behind my back, my head bowed and eyes lowered. He
placed his hand on my head, telling me that i did well to kneel like that so
quickly for him, to which i had to restrain myself to keep from spitting at
him.
He adjusted the lighting, and the angle of the web cam, then smiled. i knew
right then that my Master had either recognized me, or He had been told who
was kneeling there. The computer and web cam were state-of-the-art technology,
so i knew my Master was able to hear everything as well as see it, and that
whatever my Master typed, the speaker would tell us what He was saying.
Just as i thought, my Master, Ethan, recognized me right away. The asshole
standing in front me, i learned, used Rick as his name. Just as the speaker
was blaring out threats from Ethan to Rick, Rick raised the cane once again,
and brought it down across my shoulder blades. i cried out in pain, my vision
blurring to almost black before returning to just mildly blurry. i called out
for my Master again and again, sobbing, pleading with Rick to let me go. But
Rick slapped me hard across the cheek, silencing my pleadings.
"Shut up, slave! you are no longer HIS! Now then, Ethan, I think I'll show
you how you should have dealt with her from day one. I am not the only one who
thinks she gets away with everything. Others think so too, and they think you've
gone soft. I agree with them. Now if she whines and cries like this, slap her.
She shuts up right away, and isn't in a hurry to open her big mouth again. Now
she's been silent for awhile, and I believe in rewarding that, don't you, Ethan?" He
shouted at the computer.
i could hear my beloved Master pleading with Rick to stop, to let me go, threatening
him if he so much as touched me again. i cringed, knowing this would only make
it worse for me, and rolled over when Rick ordered me to lay down on my back.
Rick roughly spread my legs, and just after he grinned at the web cam, shoved
four fingers fast and hard into my pussy. i screamed, kicking my legs, trying
to slide away from him, but one hand held my upper leg firmly in place, his
fingers pumping deeper and faster in and out of me. He did this for a few more
minutes, and i was forced to lie there, taking it, knowing my beloved Master
was watching it, was being forced to endure it with me. Finally, the fingers
paused deep inside my pussy, and Rick leaned over to me.
"You had better cum right when I tell you to, slut. You know what happens
when you disobey me." and his fingers started pumping again.
i had been taught, never, ever cum without my Master's permission. Even my
body refused to do so, even when i tried to. i was terrified, and kept glancing
back and forth between the ceiling and the computer.
"Cum right now, you stupid fucking slut!" Rick shouted.
i closed my eyes tight, trying my best, but as i knew it would, my body refused.
i knew there was only one voice in the entire world that my body, mind and
soul would listen to. i wanted and prayed to hear that voice just then, but
they went unanswered. Those rough, harsh fingers left me, and grabbed the cane
once again. The other set of fingers grabbed a flogger, and immediately, the
flogger started to strike my pussy. i clenched my eyes shut again and bit my
lip as the strikes only got harder, and came faster each time. i shrieked a
few times, my pussy glowing red hot, swelling under the force of the strikes.
Tears stung my eyes again, and i tried to blink them back, to not show Rick
that he was hurting me, or to show my Master that i was being hurt. i failed
miserably.
The strikes finally stopped, and i was left lying there, trying desperately
to catch my breath, and deal with the searing pain from my hot, bruised skin.
Rick turned the speaker off, and i was left to guess what they were saying
to each other. After awhile, Rick came over and grabbed me by the hair, dragging
me past the kitchen to the hallway, and then through the door and down the
flight of stairs to the basement. i knew each stair would eventually give me
a bruise in that spot, to which i sighed, knowing those would only match the
bruises i already had. My cheek was swelling up, and i was again terrified,
knowing Rick hated it when his slaves bruised. He let go of my hair only after
dragging me down a long corridor and into a small, steel cage. i panicked,
hating such a small, enclosed space, and he knew it. He added to my hysteria
by throwing a large, dark blanket over the cage, enclosing me not only in steel,
but darkness as well. For the first time since my first night here, i cried
myself to sleep. i wanted my Master... i wanted to hear His voice, to feel
His gentle touch, to please Him in any way that i possibly could. i wanted
to be... HOME.
