Chapter 1: Light and dark
The low light goggles worked perfectly. I could see the bitches lying
in a line through the bars of the cage. They were spread-eagled on the cold
concrete. The bar running the length of the line, a couple of feet above them
was also clear, although the hypodermics suspended below it, one loosely
embedded in each left breast, were less easily visible.
I turned by head and looked closely at Carol, standing just to my right.
Although there was no colour the sight was almost as clear as day and beautify
as always. I could see it's breast rise slowly as it breathed and could not
resist lifting up my hand to squash and twist her nipple briefly. It gave a
gasp of surprize at my touch but was well trained enough to stay motionless,
giving out a brief ohh when I pinched it's nipple tightly for about 5 seconds.
I thought briefly that I must use the goggles and room again some time in the
future to play as it gave such great opportunity for surprising slaves in the
dark.
However I turned my mind back to the main task, the new slaves for
processing. Looked briefly at them for a few seconds then I picked up the
switch and pressed the trigger. Automatically each of the needles pressed
deeper into their breasts injecting an antidote to the sedative that had keep
them quiet the last couple of days since they had been collected. After about
15 seconds there was a low hum as the pulleys lifted the bar and with it the
hypodermics, the needles smoothly slipping out of their breasts.
One or two had possibly murmured slightly as the injections had occurred
but it took a couple of minutes before they started to awake.
She was aware something was wrong but at first could not detect what.
It was only when she arced her shoulders briefly to ease a strain that she
realised she was lying on something cold and very hard. From this the
realisation followed quickly that other than something around her neck she was
also nude. While not uncommon in her work, it was not something she was used to
when awakening, nor being unaware of where she was. What really frightened
her was the realisation that she was blind. Desperately her hand rose to her
face but with growing panic while she could feel it she could see nothing. Her
hand continued to move grasping the cold metal collar around her neck.
She woke slowly from the nightmare then shuddered and gasped slightly as
she became aware that it was not a nightmare. It was dark and she was cold and
naked and lying on something very hard. 'No!' her mind cried 'not again' as her
memories went back to that night she had been drugged and abused. However, a
small pain in one breast was the only other discomfort, as opposed to before
when she had been so sore and brutalised. A small cry of mixed terror and
relief escaped her.
She had been waking slowly from her stupor and starting to wonder where
she was when she heard a small cry and frozen in panic. The realisation she
could not see did not stop her thrashing her head from side to side for several
seconds as her fear deepened. There was another sound, like a rustle, and the
fear that something was creeping up to her in the dark made her freeze in
terror. She struggled to hold the scream rising in her throat, fearful that it
would draw whatever was out there to her.
She had woken in concern and confusion. Checking her eyes she realised
she was not blindfolded but uncertain whether she was blind in some way or
simply in the dark. Hearing a sound to her left she turned and cautiously
reached out a hand across the hard concrete on which she lay.
Something touched her side, jabbing not too hard into her ribcage and
she screamed and threw herself to the right, only to run into another object.
This was definitely warm and living and she screamed again as she realised she
was surrounded and her terror deepened.
There were more screams, gasps and shuffling. A couple of blows brought
grunts of pain and then a nervous voice said. "Please... Who's there?"
Calm started to settle and a couple of other voices called out. She
started to think, that's Nicola's voice.
I decided now was the best time to intervene, before the calm spread too
far and while the slaves were still nervous and uncertain. One hand plucked the
goggles from my face and the other replaced them with heavy sunglasses. As soon
as they were in place I learned forward and pressed the button to the side of my
seat. The sudden glare of several strong searchlights, all pointed at the line
of bitches brought cries of pain and confusion from them as they rolled and
pulled arms up to try and cover their eyes. Those who had feared themselves
blind realised now, possibly with a brief wave of relief, that it had just been
totally dark. My trained bitches also cried out as their eyes, having struggled
to detect anything in the dark, were also assailed by the light. Although,
since they were aware of what was coming and the lights were not directed at
them the effect was markedly less. Simultaneously I had spoken one word into
the mike and the loudspeakers, also directed toward the line of bitches,
thundered out "SILENCE".
I looked briefly at the slaves to either side of me. They were
adjusting to the light, standing quietly and starting to reopen their eyes. I
noticed Kathy had however raised one hand to shield its eyes and made a mental
note to punish it later for that indisclipline.
The bitches on the floor were starting to overcome their initial shock
and a few were trying to look around through squinting eyes and outstretched
arms. A couple of them spoke and I recognised one as January. Pointing with
the pain probe I gave it a quick jab at level 1 and it cried out with shock and
pain.
The pain probes handsets were simple in themselves, just sending a coded
signal in the direction pointed. The clever bit was the nanotech probes that
had been implanted in each slave. Little more than a thin strand of wire,
inserted up the nasal passage it had worked it's way into the bitches brain and
connected through to certain pain sensors. Powered by energy from the bitches
own chemical processes, picked up by micro-clusters stretched along the strand
it served as both a receiver and generator of tiny electrical currents that
could cause intense agony to the target. A simple code decided which bitch, or
collection of them, were selected, the pain level and their duration. The
maximum level was 10, which could be lethal if maintained for any length of time
but to an untrained bitch even level 1 was uncomfortable.
"What was that?" June responded and I gave it a jab as well, prompting
another cry.
"What's going Aggh!" March also discovered disobeying orders could
be uncomfortable.
"I said quiet!" I said through the loudspeaker and selected a
broadband, which gave all 12 of them 3 seconds, although still on level 1. This
brought a new clutch of screams and cries.
For a few seconds there was silence and I was going to speak again when
November interrupted "Please. Who's there? What's going Aggh!" It's screams
were louder as I gave it a level 2 for 10 seconds.
Some of them were seeking to look around, although they couldn't see
anything behind the blaze of lights. A couple were clutching each other, quite
possibly unaware who each other were but detecting another female sharing their
pain and fear.
As November's 10 seconds ended and she collapsed with a quiet sob I said
"Now! Are you sluts willing to listen or do you want to continue suffering?"
My tone was harsh and the loudspeakers meant the words echoed around the
chamber. Two or three of them clasped hands over ears to protect themselves
from the volume of the sound.
I was about to continue when a voice rang out. "Who the fuck are you?
What " May's outburst was cut short as I showed my growing impatience by
setting the pain wand for 5 minutes of level 4. It collapsed to the floor,
rolling and screaming for a few seconds then lapsing into a sobbing heap. I
could see this but the bitches, apart form possibly the ones either side of it
could just hear the sounds of its agony.
"Now! Anyone else want more pain? Or are you going to fucking shut up
and listen for once?" While phrased as a question it was a clear threat and
coupled with May's cries it cowered them for the moment.
After a short pause July spoke nervously "Please. Your hurting her.
Will you please stop what you're doing?"
I let it complete the question then gave it 5 seconds at level 2, which
left it hugging its head in both hands crouched on the floor in agony in reply.
"That bitch has earned a lot more for its outburst." A brief pause.
"Although I will let you mitigate its punishment later if you behave. Now, if
you're finally ready to listen, you can find out what's going on."
I paused for a few more seconds but apart from a few groans from May
they seemed to have finally learnt their lesson and waited silently.
"The key point for you is that you forget what you were before. That's
all history! Now your property and should behave as such."
This prompted a new spate of cries and comments and more use of the pain
wand to restore order and quiet.
"I repeat your property and you're here to be trained!"
It was September who took the bait. "Trained?" and squealed in pain at
the response before I continued.
"Yes bitches. Trained. To get use to your new role." I paused and
rather to my surprise they kept silent. "Now you could do this the hard way.
There will be a lot of pain and you will do and have done to you things you
would find humiliating and degrading."
"But why? Why are you Ohh!" April interrupted and paid the price with
another flash of pain.
"What's the easy way?" June asked, and managed to hold in any cry at the
jab with the pain wand that followed. I had let it off lightly with only a
level 1 for a couple of seconds as I was hoping one of them would ask that.
With a grin, which of course they couldn't see I responded. "That's the
hard way in that you will find it difficult. But it's also the easy way."
There was a pause and I could see a couple of them looking puzzled behind their
arms still trying to shield their eyes. "That's what will happen if you obey
orders, promptly and completely." I knew they would be unable to do that.
There would be bound to be some rebellion, or simply inability to meet my
demands. "The harder way is if you misbehave. And make no mistake. I can be
very obliging to masochists. If you ask for pain, by misbehaving, disobeying,
being lazy or refusing to perform you will find I can give you all the pain you
can imagine, and then some."
The shock was clear on several faces. August and December responded
1st, one calling me mad and the other that they would never be my slave. Both
collapsed in agony as I set them up for a minute at level 2. A couple of others
looked as if they would say something then thought again and stayed silent.
Obviously wanting to speak but fearful of the consequences.
I noticed February nervously raise it's left arm. Could not resist a
grin at seeing it act like a schoolgirl but also that it was obviously trying to
find some way to ask something without incurring pain. As such it was learning
and I decided to give it some slack.
"February. If you have a question you may ask it. As long as you're
respectful and don't waste my time." I put in the last bit to make it nervous
and also cautious about what it said. Also, was curious about whether that
would incite an angry response or it might try being humble.
"What makes you think we willn't be found." She paused them, since I
kept silent, gained the courage to continue. "By the sound of it there are
twelve of us here. We must be missed and people will try and find us." Another
short pause and she continued, gathering pace. "We've all got family and
friends. Someone will find us and then you will be Aggh!"
While she collapsed in pain for several seconds I replied. "Do any of
you know how many bodies were found after Nine-Eleven?"
The question obviously puzzled them and before any of them could respond
I continued. "For several hundred no parts were found at all. In a lot of
cases remains were so limited and damaged that no identification was possible."
They continued to look puzzled. "True that was after two fuel laden
aircraft hit the buildings. However the Muslim fanatics who bombed your hotel
used 5 powerful bombs and there wasn't a lot left. The fact that no trace was
found at all of a number of bodies wouldn't surprise anyone. Especially since
we were able to plant a few remains to make up the numbers."
This got a response. January spoke up. "Your no Muslim fundamentalist.
What the hell's going on here." While it collapsed in pain I continued.
"It's correct. No terrorists were involved. But they're easy to blame
for an attack on a gathering of nude and topless models. A little bit of
propaganda. There will even be a number of groups who will claim
responsibility. No one will look for corpses, especially not alive and a long
way from where they died."
This hit them. March said "I feel sick" and I only gave it 5 seconds at
level 1. December was more thoughtful. "You mean you organised an atrocity
just to kidnap us. That's sick."
I gave it twenty seconds at level 2. "True if that was the case. But
we did manage to get a lot of people out due to a faulty fire alarm. Also you
weren't the only sluts taken. We picked up several others at the same time.
Possibly one day, if you survive your training, you will run into old
colleagues."
"Survive our training! You Agggh!" July now had a turn rolling on the
floor in agony.
"Now! Enough chatter. You know now there'd going to be no one looking
for you. So just accept your position and make the best of it."
This prompted another wave of complains and my fingers were busy for
several seconds but once most of the bitches had suffered a session of level 2
pain they stayed silent.
"Quiet!" I ordered and gave a final set of level 3 pain to the last
couple of hard cases. All of them were quiet now, most of them still sprawled
on the floor.
I looked at my watch and said "May has another twenty seconds then you
have a decision to make. I suggest you sit still so you're in a position to
make one." This prompted a couple of startled looks but they were now all
hurting enough to avoid provoking me again.
Looking at May I noticed a puddle on the floor in which it lay. I could
not smell urine but suspected its bladder had given out while it was distracted
by the pain. Reaching down I picked up a rag I had ready. It was made up of a
couple of the knickers the bitches had arrived in, ripped into strips and tied
together. Waste not, want not I thought.
I waited and heard May give a brief murmur as the pain spell ended.
Gave her a few seconds then said "Bitch! Get up. Or do you want some more?" I
repeated.
This brought a gasp and them quick murmured pleas, "No, No more,
please. I'll do anything. Just don't Aaah!"
"For a start keep quiet" I admonished it and the bitch shut up.
"You fouled yourself didn't you?" I said, sternly and fairly quietly,
despite the use of the loudspeakers.
"Ugh" she cried, possibly only now realising, then tried to continued
"I'm sorry, I did", then moaned again as I gave her another short blast.
I tossed the rag, which made it jump were it landed on the bitch's
abdomen and said, "Here, mop it up with this."
It was obviously relieved, either because I had stopped punishing it for
the moment or to clear up the mess as it started rubbing itself down.
"Don't forget the floor. There's quite a puddle there." I instructed
it. Both to remind it of that and embarrassed the slave.
While it was doing this I made another point. "Because your new I'm
being generous." Before they could wonder what I meant I continued making my
point clear. "May is having a rag to clear up the mess it made. You will ALL"
emphasising the word " be responsible for any mess you make. Whether piss,
shit, vomit, blood whatever." A small pause. "However the tools you will use
to clean up any such mess in future will be your tongue, and the container you
place it in will be your cocksucker!"
This prompted another brief round of cries, initially of objections and
disgust, then of pain. However relatively quickly they were silent again as
they were obviously learning the price of crossing me.
I noticed May had largely finished her task and was gingerly holding the
stained and dripping rag, obviously wondering what to do with it.
"As I said earlier May has earned a lot more punishment for its
outburst. I am going to give it two hours at level 4, the same as it has
already experienced."
"No please" the slave cried. "Anything but, then gasped as I gave it
another short jab and said "Quite bitch!"
It however continued pleading, holding out its' arms in supplication in
my general direction and trying to squint towards me. A couple of the other
bitches also looked like they would make comments.
"All right. Never let it be said I didn't pay attention to a slave's
prattle." Despite the last word May finally fell silent with a look of relief,
which was however wiped off as I continued. "Given May's continued disobedience
and determined pleas for further punishment I will increase the time to 2 hours
30 minutes." There was a shocked silence then it started to open it's mouth
again but I cut in first.
"If it insists the time and level of punishment can be increased
further." It's mouth hung open as the two fears struggled, facing such pain or
risking more by objecting further. One of the others hissed "Keep quiet fool!"
but I didn't notice which one.
"Furthermore, as it can't keep quiet and I have other instruction to
pass to you other slaves it will be gagged to minimise the interruption." It
winced at this then seemed to resign itself to its fate.
September spoke "You said something about us being able to reduce..."
It hesitated for a moment over the bitches name then continued, deciding not to
risk angering me further. "Reduce May's punishment".
"Were you given permission to speak slave?" I snarled at it. I had
allowed it to get that far before interrupting. It stopped nervously, shook its
head but said nothing. "Well, were you?" I pressed the point.
It shook it's head and said a nervous "No" then shuddered and cried out
as I gave it a flash of level 2 for 10 seconds. "Then shut up bitch! Can't any
of you stupid sluts obey the simplest orders?" Although phrased as a question
my anger was clear and none of them dared say anything. A couple of them
visibly shook and most looked down at the floor nervously, their desperation to
see anything surpassed by their fear.
As September picked itself up and shook its head to clear the pain I
continued. "I did say that you would have a chance to rescue May from its folly
but first things first. You will get the chance in a minute if you will behave
for a few seconds." Despite my angry tone this seemed to reassure them
slightly, until I turned to May and continued.
"Go on bitch, gag yourself." It looked confused and tried to look
around. The mouth opened slightly as if it was going to say something then
snapped shut as it decided not to.
"Open your cocksucker." I said slowly in a pained and impatient tone.
Nervously it opened its mouth. "Put the gag in."
It waited a few seconds then said "Master, what gag?" This in itself
was a breakthrough, the use of submissive language, although it was probably
deliberately trying to use it to minimise my anger.
"The one in your hand you stupid cunt!" I shouted at it, the sounds
echoing around the chamber.
Its mouth opened wider in shock then it shook its head and said quietly
"No.... You can't mean. That's disgust..Aaah!" It collapsed to the floor for
a few more seconds.
"As you insist. Three hours." I said tonelessly. "But I'm losing my
patience. One more offence and its four hours at level five. Do you really
feel up to that bitch?"
It shook its head in despair then screwed its eyes close. I knew at
that point, I had won that battle. Its mouth opened and it raised the rag,
halted, lowered then raised again. "Hurry up bitch, we don't have all day!"
Finally it worked up the nerve and started pushing the rag into its mouth.
Immediately it started to heave and the hands froze but after a short pause it
tucked some more in, grimacing at the taste. "All of it." I ordered and it
cautiously pushed the last few corners and hanging sections into its mouth. The
cheeks were bulging and the throat working as if it was struggling not to throw
up.
"Now that wasn't so bad was it bitch? Your nice and quiet now aren't
you." May hung its head. "Will it teach you to behave better in future?" I
asked and its head nodded slowly. "Now wait quietly while the other slaves
decide whether they want you to be punished or not."
There was a chorus of "Of course we don't", "please let her off" and
"Don't hurt her any more please?" Generally in a pleading, rather than a
demanding frame. A series of squawks and cries followed as I shut them up with
more pain.
"Now, you will all vote, one at a tine as I call your name out. Since
May doesn't have a say it will be a simple majority, provided none of you use a
veto." I left that hanging for a moment but none of them took the bait. Their
finally learning I thought.
"As you're still unfamiliar with your new names I will prompt each of
you in turn". The 2 seconds of level 1 pain made clear what I meant. "You will
each be given 10 seconds to say one of two words. If anything else is said, any
bitch speaks out of turn or you do not vote in 10 seconds then a veto will be
considered used." I paused again. Several heads had dropped. They knew they
would not like what was coming and also were getting worried about the mention
of a veto, suggesting that was something they would wish to avoid.
"If you say May, you will be voting for it to get the full 3 hours. If
you say collective you will be voting for all of you to undergo 30 minutes at
level 4." There was a collective intake of breath as they heard that and
thought over the position I was placing them in. "It would have been 20 minutes
but as you know, May was insistent it needed more punishment." My light-hearted
tone as much as the words made several of them groan audibly.
"If any of you vetoes the count, by any means, the bitch responsible
will be selecting the 3rd option. That all 12 of you undergo 3 hours at level
5." I decided to increased the level of punishment, to maximise the deterrent
against any of them trying to make a stand on principle. Some hard case might
still try it but after I went through with my promise, the others would make its
existence hell, or at least assist me in that. "By that I mean speaking out of
turn, not voting at all or saying anything other than one of the two permitted
words. Do I make myself clear." The last was said in a louder and definitely
threatening tone. "Do I. Let's see you bitches nod to show you understand." I
watched them all nodding their heads, even the obviously horrified May who had
little doubt what would be the result of the vote. I had them all cowered, at
least for the moment, and several were visibly crying.
Preventing them getting any time to think or muster any resistance I
moved right to the vote, taking it in simple calendar order. "January" I asked
and it jumped at the brief jab of pain. It closed its eyes, bowed its head and
shook it a couple of times them said "May" in a very quiet voice.
"Speak up bitch. We all need to hear what's said."
"May" it said in a louder voice. The mouth opened again and for a moment
it was on the verge of rebellion and saying something else but fear won out and
its mouth closed again and it looked down.
"February?"
I was not surprised that May's fears were proved correct. Possibly it was odd
that 3 actually voted for collective pain but the other 8 votes went against it.
I was keeping an eye on it from the middle of the vote and saw it's head drop
and tears start to roll down its cheeks.
When the last vote was in I simply said "Will that's decided. Simple
wasn't it?" and pressed the button, activating the pain sequence I had already
set and May collapsed to the floor, rolling briefly then freezing and huddling
into a foetal position. I had deliberately made all of them vote so that none of
them could claim to have stood aside. Had thought that once the 6th vote for
May was in several others might decided they could safely vote collective but
only one of the votes for that option came after that point. Either they were
all genuinely upset that May might have earned them all punishment or simply too
confused to think of that.
I noticed the gag was largely effective. Despite being in considerable
agony May's cries were largely muted. Enough for them to hear and be aware of
what faced them without seriously interfering with conversation.
Again I moved matters on quickly to keep them off balance. "Now, all of
you, kneel down and we can give you the rest of the house rules and your
clothing." A few heads rose at this last word but a couple of others gave me a
weary look, already cautious about taking what I said at face value.
I got them to kneel in a rough line. Spreading their legs wise,
exposing their cunts completely, took a few more pain jabs as did getting them
to fold their arms behind their backs. All of them were willing to shut their
eyes, being unable to do otherwise in the glare of the lights directed at them.
"Now, note this position. Its number 3 in a list you will learn and you
better get use to it. As you have realised it is very efficient in giving your
master, or any agent of his, easy visual and physical access to your bodies.
You need to spread the knees a little wider to do it properly." I gave a couple
of them brief jabs to prompt them all not to let their posture slip and get a
little further spreading of the thighs, simply to make them more embarrassed and
uncomfortable.
"You will get taught other positions as necessary. Furthermore other
owners may have their own nomenclature or other poses they will expect their
property to take on demand. However this will do at the moment as its handy
while I explain details."
"As I said you're now all slaves, owned by me." I gave a brief pause to
see if any of them dare say anything, but possibly the occasional murmur
escaping from May's gag helped them decide to keep silent. "I will be educating
you in your new status and training you to be good property. This is for my own
benefit of course. Apart from it being easily if you are properly domesticated
I have my reputation to think of." This caused a couple of wrinkled brows as
they wondered what I meant but I elaborated. "I run a business, supplying
trained slaves to discerning customers." There were a couple of gasps at this.
"My property goes at a good price, as it needs to given the investment I make in
it. As such I will not risk selling shoddy goods and affecting my trade."
"You can take that as a threat if you wish. However the fact is you
will be trained to your new role, no matter what doubts you may have about your
suitability currently." This joke brought a couple of glances in my direction,
possibly of barely restrained anger but they kept silent. "As I have mentioned
before this will require a lot from you. You will not think you can take the
pain, or obey the orders, but as your training progresses you will surprise
yourself." A couple heads shook defiantly at this.
"You will obey orders, promptly and completely, at all times. No matter
that they require pain or discomfort to you or another slave. You will be
polite and respectful on the rare occasions you are given permission to speak."
Both November and July attempted short and pithy interruptions at that
point. Once they stopped screaming I gave all 11 of them 10 seconds at level 2
as a warning. Then, as if nothing had happened I continued.
"It will be painful but you have no alternative so make the best of your
new existence and you will save yourself, and far more importantly me, a lot of
hassle.
You may get the opportunity to serve other masters, either friends of
mine who may volunteer to help out in your training or potential business
clients who will be offered your services. Unless they contradict a direct
order from me any orders from such people are to be take as if from me. That is
they will be obeyed fully, completely, immediately and with enthusiasm.
Furthermore I have a number of trained slaves already here. They will
assist in your own training and each pair of you will be assigned to one of them
for that purpose. As such they will have the ability to order you only
surpassed by another master. They will also have copies of the pain wands you
have all felt and freedom to use them as required on disobedient bitches. Also,
since they bear some responsibility for your training they will share in any
punishment you earn for inadequacy." I paused and made sure the point was clear
to all 18 bitches present. "This of course means that they have an incentive to
make sure you behave and will be able to punish you for any shortcomings. On
top of any punishment you earn from me." I could not resist a grin at both the
groans from the new slaves and the look of determination on my existing stock.
I had already warned them about this and they knew me well enough to know I
would be very demanding.
"We will now allocate the resources." I said and rolled a dice.
"January and February, your tutor will be Janine." I looked briefly at the tall
blonde and she gave a small smile and looked over her responsibilities.
A few more rolls allocated the other resources. March and April went to
Kathy. May, albeit the bitch was in no position to know it, and June went to
Sandra. This earned a grimace from it as she knew some punishment would
probably be forthcoming for May's misbehaviour. July and August went to Jane
and September and October to Carol. This meant November and December were left
with Debbie.
"As you are aware, or should be" I added slyly "you are not allowed to speak
without express permission. To modify an old adage, a slave slut should be felt
and not heard. Only if you are asked a direct question and a yes/no answer is
not applicable will you be permitted to speak. In that case you will say as
little as possible other than to answer the question directly, although you may
add a polite master or sir. If a yes/no answer works then you will use your
neck rather than your cocksucker. Do you understand?" I looked up and a few,
understanding what I meant, nodded. Others, confused did nothing or shook their
heads in confusion. I spoke angrily "You stupid idiots shaking your heads!
What do you think you are using?" This enlightened several of them but others
still looked confused.
I shook my head myself at the quality of material I had to work with.
Then gave a smile as I thought I would just have to beat the point into them.
"Right, there will be other things to learn but that will be enough at
the moment. Lets get you dressed and in your accommodation." I rolled the D12
again. "October. Hands and knees and start crawling towards the light." It
took a couple of jabs to get the bitch moving but eventually it was crawling
forward until it reached the bars. Under instruction it then turned right and
moved along the bars to the central point, giving a good view of it's tits
swaying as it moved. At this point the section of the bars leading to the entry
cage was lifted and it was ordered to move forward. This took it into a short
section of cage about 2' high and wide and 4' long.
Once in this the bars were lowered again behind it and I motioned my bitches
into action. One knelt to attach shackles to its ankles, joined by about a foot
of chain. Two others moved to attach the hood. This covered its head in
leather apart from four sections. Small slips gave access to the mouth and
nose. On the top of the head a central slip kept the hood in place but two
broader holes meant that there was access to it's hair, which might prove useful
for providing handles to control it.
October was able to see a little more in the cage as it was beyond much of the
lights and jerked slightly as the hood was fitted. It yelped as I brought the
crop down across its back and said sternly "Stay still bitch!" It then kept
motionless as the equipment was fitted. Carol then attached a leash to its
collar and the front bars were raised. I spoke to Carol, "Take it to its
quarters and position it as directed." It nodded and pulled on the leash,
saying "Come". The bitch stumbled out of the cage, unused to moving in that
fashion but received another touch of the crop, this time across its' rear as it
left. I rolled the dice for the next bitch. The 9 was no good as Carol was
already busy so I rolled again. "November" I said and started ordering that
forward. This also enabled me to detach another bitch to accompany Carol in
case October tried to give trouble, motioning Sandra to follow, which it did
quietly.
It took the best part of 90 minutes to get all eleven bitches allocated hooded
and moved. They were taken to their rooms. Each had been chained to the wall,
hands spread either side of them and with the ankle shackles attached to a hook,
giving them limited freedom of movement. All were reminded to behave, waiting
quietly until they were called upon.
This left only May huddled on the floor, still undergoing it's punishment, and
shaking occasionally in pain.
I took 30 minutes break then motioned Sandra over and took her to one of the
neighbouring play rooms. It looked glum as I bound its arms and legs wide
apart, standing in a vertical position. I made sure it's long hair was bound
behind it so it didn't interfere then picked up a plain, single strand leather
whip and said "Forty, count them." It closed its eyes and nodded briefly and I
stretched the lash out, gave a couple of practice swings and then struck the 1st
blow. As the lash hit its breasts, wrapping around its upper torso and stinging
its back as well it arced its body as much as the bounds allowed and moaned, the
agony escaping it's tightly clasped lips. A couple of deep breaths followed
then it quickly said "One", shortly before the second stroke landed.
By the time I have finished the bitch was red from mid thigh to shoulders from
the blows. It had managed to count up to 34, which meant only a total of 49 had
been landed. Its previous experience meant that the pain had not driven it
unconscious and the serum meant that the wounds were already starting to knit.
Even so when Debbie and Jane unchained it Janine collapsed to the floor and lay
there for about 10 minutes before it rose groaning to it's knees. I looked down
at it and said "You will get to pay it back. Just remember its not been
processed yet so you can't do too much."
