Chap 7:- Little and Large
My initial plan was to briefly refer to the processing of the last 3 bitches of
the day. As I'm using the same general method to introducing their training I
feared it could become repetitive. However, apart from a tendency to be through
[OK pedantic!], a major reason for those stories is venting frustration with the
world in general. Between the London bombings and a pretty shitty Friday at
work I had a lot of venom to dispose of. Al Quada's self-styled deity was
unavailable for emergency brain surgery despite me having the hacksaw, drill,
hammer etc all ready for him. Hence the bitches get it! They can be thankful
they haven't been treated with the serum yet, restricting what I can do to them.
[For the moment :) ]
If you think this might be a bit repetitive just read the 1st section of this
chapter and chapter 9 and ignore what happens to September, November and
February!
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There was a little time before the electrical punishment finished and
the tutor bitches moved to release their charges and return them to the cages.
I watched on TV, flicking from cell to cell. It was only after this that I
concentrated on one cell as Carol, deputising for the injured Jane, visited cell
4. It released August and herded the weeping slut back into its cage,
restraining it as normal with its leash tied to the front of the cage and then
the ankle shackles to the rear. It was instructed firmly to stop whining and
keep quiet.
I was far more interested as Carol approached July's cage. It knelt, careful
not to block the view of the cameras and checked briefly that the five clamps
were still in place. Then, one at a time starting with the left breast, it
pulled the clamp, bringing a cry from the slave, which increased as the clamp
was turned through 90 degrees, before it was unclipped. By the time the 2nd
breast had been bared the bitch was whimpering pitifully and I was amazed it
managed to say nothing as the three lower ones were similarly removed. Even
more surprising, although I could see its belly bulging, the cage floor was
still dry. Carol rubbed its bruised cunt lips for a minute or so to confirm
this bringing more moans from July then asked. "Do you want the privilege of
pissing bitch?" It started to speak, being stopped by a sharp slap, then
remembered its orders and nodded eagerly. Carol slowly untied it and the bitch
painfully backed out of the cage, gasping a couple of times, possibly just at
the swinging of its battered boobs, then was led, still on hands and knees to
the bucket. It was allowed to crouch over it and pissed for a long time,
gasping with relief as the pressure faded from its bladder.
I watch casually as July was returned to its cage then after a couple of minutes
selected a ball to see what bitch came next. Because of the delay caused by
July I had decided to only process 6 bitches today but that would still mean
working through another 3. The number was 9 and I thought no rest for the
wicked and sent Carol a jab to summon it and order it to collect September.
When this arrived it was directed to the table and legs spread while Carol
started to bind them. Its head twitched nervously from side to side. I said.
"Right bitch. We're running behind schedule so lets get a move on. The
specials to your tits first."
"Please... Please don't hurt my breasts any more." Its voice was cracking,
partly in fear but possibly more because it was hoarse with its earlier
screaming. It also tried twisting to bring its arms up to cover it but as they
were shackled behind it this failed totally.
I was standing at the opposite side of the table and responding rapidly. Both
hands shot out to grasp the facing breasts and squeezing tightly. This was a
little more difficult with this bitch because its breasts were notoriously small
but I managed to get a good grip, digging my fingers in. It screamed loudly,
arching its back in pain, but unable to pull back far enough to break my grip.
After about 5 seconds, I stopped, leaving the boobs cupped in my hands but only
cupping them relatively lightly and said, " what, those tits?". Its cry changed
to a subdued sob and its shoulders shook, enabling me to feel its breasts
jiggling entertainingly in my hands.
"Now bitch. Was that the best of starts, insisting you want more pain?" It
started to shake its head but stopped in fear that it angered me further and
stayed silent. I lowered my right hand to felt the upper part of its shaven cunt
and asked. "Is there anything you should be telling me bitch? Think carefully
before you answer."
It opened its mouth, possibly to complain or ask for mercy but had totally
forgotten that during the night October had spoken to it. After a nervous pause
it shook its head slowly.
"So your saying no crimes were committed during the night?" It's head shot up
as its suddenly remembered and opened its mouth. I slapped it, fairly lightly,
more to stop it than really hurt. "Too late bitch. You should have told the
truth when you had the chance." It started babbling it had forgotten and I
slapped its left breast, harder this time, making it yelp. Even its small boob,
such as it was, bounced entertainingly. "Be quiet slave, unless you're eager to
earn more punishment." This shut it up, apart from a low murmur of pain.
"During the night October spoke to you and you responded. The two of you
chatted away for about 20 minutes and were both less than respectful to your
owner. That in itself would earn you a heavy punishment. Your attempt to hide
those crimes only makes it worse." I paused at this point and it opened its
cocksucker to plead. I raised my hand to strike but whether it sensed my
movement or simply remembered in time, it kept quiet.
"For each of those crimes you will suffer an additional 50 normal strokes and 8
specials, adding 150 and 24 respectively. That will hopefully teach you some
manners."
It gapped at the punishment but fear won out over anger and after a brief pause
closed its cocksucker again in resignation.
"Let's get moving. We're wasted enough time." I said as I stepped back
and Carol moved up behind September, grasping it firmly around the waist. This
nudged it forward against the table and it wobbled awkwardly for a few seconds.
What drove it back was the first blow of the crop across its breasts.
The sheer impact of the blow did some of this then it recoiled in agony, driving
Carol back a step until it steadied and pushed forward again. The slave was
still screaming when I struck again, driving its tits back again. Although
small they still folded around the crop as it drove deep into its flesh.
September's scream was cut short as the sheer level of the pain took its breath
away. It stood there for a few seconds gasping frantically as it sought to
find the air to cry out again. Before it could, I hit the 3rd blow, this time
catching both nipples. Briefly I wondered it if would have some sort of seizure
as it froze with the shock. A deep cry began to escape from its lips and
continued as I struck the 4th and final blow of the session.
I stepped back and Carol pushed it forward and the ongoing tone became a
low cry, "Nooo!" as it struggled for a couple of seconds to avoid falling then
started to plummet. It struck the metal covering on the table with an audible
splat that was followed by a low, guttural moan of anguish. Its head dropped
and it squirmed a little in its agony.
I had meanwhile turned to Carol, who folded its arms behind it and
thrust forward its breasts, awaiting the punishment. I took about 3 minutes to
give it the 6 blows, full weight as it expected and by the end it was crying and
shaking its head a little, trying to manage the pain. Its breasts looked
beautify, crossed by the welts, cutting across both nipples and their aureoles.
They were heaving with the gasps of breath and I caressed them gently, enjoying
tracing the welts with my fingers and watching its eyes as it flinched at the
touch.
Carol's breath recovered enough that it was able to gasp out a brief
word of thanks for the punishment and I passed it the crop to put away and
turned to September. I grabbed its hair and hooked it around my fingers, then
formed a fist and pulled it up to a vertical position. It had fallen quiet,
either buried in its own pain or nervously hearing Carol's punishment, but
squealed when I pulled it up by the hair.
"Well bitch. Don't you want to thank your master?"
"What? You expect Aaaah." Its complaint was cut short by my left fist
punching into its abdomen. Its head started to dip until I pulled it back up
again.
"Please. No more. Ughh!" The 2nd punch cut its complaint short again.
I followed up by a slap to its face. That was probably more sound than fury as
the mask provided some protection while I didn't want to hurt my hand. However
its head was probably ringing and it stayed silent.
I gave it a couple of minutes to catch its breath then asked it "Bitch.
Are you going to talk without permission again?" To rub home the point I moved
my hand and the knuckles of my fist rubbed lightly against the bitch's torso,
where I had landed the 1st punch. It jerked in terror and its cocksucker opened
but it wisely said nothing and after a few seconds it nervously shook its head.
"Are you now ready to apologise and thank me for disciplining you?" It froze
for a few seconds then reluctantly nodded its head.
"Go on then slave."
"Master... " A pause, then it continued, its voice quaking with
tension. "Master, thank you for punishing..., for punishing me. I apologise
for my misbehaviour." It quaked again nervously, wondering if that would be
enough.
"That's better bitch." I said quietly, patting it on the head like a
pet. This was with the hand that had been hitting it, my other hand still in
its hair, helping to hold it upright.
"I'll have to punish you further for your disobedience in not displaying
gratitude properly." This brought a moan of despair from it but I continued.
"However I'll be generous. Another 100 more normal points but no more specials.
That is if you start behaving. Understand!" The last was accompanied by a
shake of its head, courtesy of the hand in its hair. It nodded nervously,
limited by the grip on its hair and I motioned to Carol. It had largely
recovered, at least its self-control, although the welts across its tits still
stood out magnificently. "Mark it up." I said and Carol picked up a pen, moved
over to the other side of September and crossed out the score on its right tit
and added in the new number. I checked this was correctly 250 points higher
than the previous value.
I relaxed my grip on the slut's hair and stepped back. It was breathing
heavily and shook its head briefly as revealing in the freedom from my grip.
"Now there are the standard punishment points. Each day during your
training session you will get the chance to lower this by 30." I continued on
with the rules, making clear that the score could go up as well as down. Then
concluded with the bit I knew it would dread. "Right bitch, down on the table
so you can have your arse tanned."
It paused at the thought of lowering its battered boobs onto the table,
especially since it knew it would land hard, bound as it was. I punched its
abdomen again, hard, and said, "Get on with it!" It exhaled in agony, bending
over, quivered nervously as it struggled to avoid overbalancing. "Move it
bitch!" I said placing my hand on its back and pushing and with a squeal it
fell, landing with a thud that took its breath away.
Carol moved quickly to transfer its lease to the front and tie the slut
down. While it did so I stroked September's cunt and arse and reminded it to
stay quiet during the punishment. It squirmed slightly under my touch but said
nothing, even when I slipped a couple of fingers inside it and also lightly
pinched its lips. After a couple of minutes it started to breath a bit heavier
and I felt some dampness, so I stopped, using its hair to wipe some juice off my
hand even as it gave a loan moan of frustration.
I motioned to Carol and it brought the strap to me. I shook it loose
and took a couple of practice swings then brought it down hard on September's
arse. It yelled in surprise and pain and as the welt started to rise I stopped
and said angrily "Didn't I say keep quiet bitch!" It moaned then started to
mutter an apology, which I cut short with a scowled "Just keep quiet slut", and
a slap of its arse.
I stayed silent for the next 3 strokes then moaned again on the 5th and
cried out on the 6th. "Damn it slut!" I responded then turned to Carol and
said. "Gag it!" Once this was done I get September the rest of its strokes
quickly, in two sets of about a dozen each, allowing a small breather. By the
end of this its arse and upper thighs were well reddened
Time was getting on so while I caressed its arse, enjoying the heat and
the way it squirmed and fidgeted at my touch I had Carol ungagged it and insert
the dildo into its mouth. It was instructed not to drop this and left while
Carol knelt and used its skilled and so experienced mouth on my cock. After a
couple of minutes, despite my earlier exertions, I was getting ready and it was
only with an effort of willpower that I tapped Carol's head and motioned it to
withdraw. The condom was quickly fitted and I turned rapidly and started
thrusting into September's cunt. I was not surprised to hear the dildo fall
almost immediately as it gasped in shook and pain and I motioned Carol to take
up position in front of it.
A couple of times I think it tried to complain but Carol; was well
trained and each time September started to speak it got a firm slap and after
the 2nd attempt it decided to stay silent. I grabbed it firmly by the back of
its waist and gripped tightly as I increased the speed of my thrusts and after a
few more minutes started feeling control go. With one final thrust I managed to
drive deeper inside it, bringing a guttural moan from it then started pumping my
sperm into its battered cunt.
As with the others I then fell forward, to rest my weight on its body
for a few minutes, both recovering by breath and increasing the pressure on it.
It was gasping and sobbing beneath me and I began to feel myself start to
harden. There were still two more bitches to process after this one so I pushed
myself back up, with a firm pressure on its shoulder blades, bringing another
cry from it as the tits were ground into the tabletop. I extracted myself
fairly quickly, saying "Not bad bitch. However you weren't making any effort.
You need to do some work to make yourself a more entertaining fuck for your
master or you're never be a decent slave slut." Whether it actually heard me
was unclear as it just kept sobbing.
I moved forward and picked up the dildo then slapped its face with it
and said, sounding angry, "I told you to hold this bitch. Can't you do anything
right you lazy slut." This silenced it for the moment and it waited fearfully
for my next response. "I also told you it would be better for you to wet it but
you didn't do that either. Never mind, I'll lubricate it for you."
As before it expected the dildo to be inserted in its cunt and the
mustard coated prod being rammed up its arse both surprised and frightened it
greatly. It struggled as much as it could against its bounds until I stopped
the pressure and while I help the butt-plug half was into it with one hand
leaned forwards. Reaching around its arms my left hand grasped its breast,
squashed as tightly as I could and twisted. Its head jerked up and it howled
with agony but I continued the pressure or about 10 more seconds before I
finally let go. It juddered as it tried to feed air back into its lungs, at the
same time still trying to sob out its anguish. I gave it a few seconds to
recover then leaned forward again and cupped its breast, which it was trying to
hold off the table by twisting to the right as far as its bounds allowed. It
froze and even stopped crying for the moment and I could almost feel an
exhilarating flood of sheer terror flowing from it.
"Now bitch. Are you going to continue squawking and fidgeting or are
you going to stay still while I finishing sticking this up your arse!" There
was a moment of tension then I continued. "If you don't stay still I'll show up
how much harder I can squeeze." I gently tightened my fingers around its
breast, struggling a bit because of its small size. There was one loud squawk
from it then it stayed very still, apart from heavy breathing. I increased the
pressure just a little then let go and straightened up say - "That's better.
You can behave if you try. But you better not make another sound. Understand!"
It nodded its head a couple of times in understanding then the head drooped in
resignation.
I inserted the plug the rest of the way, thrusting hard, with no response from
the slave except a couple of quickly suppressed moans, even when I jerked it
sidewards inside the cunts body. Finally it was in far enough for me to
activate the springs, locking it in place and bringing some new jerks and
shudders of agony from it. I slapped its right arse cheek as hard as I could
and snapped. "Be still!" The flesh turned even redder from the blow and
wobbled entertainingly for several seconds. It clamped down on the scream that
the blow prompted.
"Right bitch. Nearly finished for today. All your got to do is clear
up the mess you made." It didn't know what to make of this but its cocksucker
opened wide when I yanked its head up by its hair and I inserted my cock and
said "Clean!"
I let go of its hair and the head dropped slightly. It gagged at the
taste but started to lick and suck and made no opposition even when my slightly
stiffening cock was jabbed into the back of its throat a couple of times.
However then I pulled back to allow it to complete its task, advising it how to
remove and swallow the condom and then give my cock a final clean.
After it had finished I restored my clothing and told it "There bitch.
That wasn't so bad was it. You will need to put some effort into the fucking
rather than just lying there passively but experience will help there." It
sobbed a couple of times but said nothing while Carol untied its feet and leash.
The last I saw was its reddened arse as it was led back to its cage.
I gave myself 5 minutes for a rest and then picked the next ball.
Couldn't help a small chuckle at the contrast when I saw it was an 11. After
the slut with the smallest tits November was one of the two that qualified as
oversized. A quick pain jab summoned Debbie and I told it to fetch its charge.
I was worried that the day was getting a bit repetitive, apart from July's
violence, but knew that would be one problem with training so many slaves at the
same time. However hopefully I could also have some fun with this.
November, at about 5'7" was probably the largest of the bitches, as well
as being broader in the breast and waist. It dwarfed the smaller and slimmer
Debbie as the latter brought the slave in, encouraging it with a touch or two of
a strap to its arse. However, even before it had become my property Debbie had
put a lot of effort into keeping fit and was now on a considerably more rigorous
training regime. With the experience of pain it had and compliance with orders
I was fairly certain that if they fought Debbie would win decisively. After a
couple of months of training it would be a much closer run thing but the idea
was definitely tempting.
It was directed to the table then Debbie had it spread its legs and knelt to
start strapping them in place while I approached. November gasped and pulled
away slightly as I grabbed its left breast and started to maul it, not painfully
so but probably uncomfortably for it. "Stay bitch. You weren't given
permission to move were you?"
It flinched, paused for a moment then opened its cocksucker to say
"Please, why are you doing this? Why willn't you Aaaagh". Its rabbiting was
cut short as my left fist buried itself deep into its sizeable right bag.
Accompanying this I tightened my right hand, digging the fingers into its flesh.
It screamed the sound echoing around the room as its back arched and head was
thrown back in its pain. I continued the tight grip for several seconds, then
twisted my wrist , stretching its breast flesh, before letting go. Its breast
were heaving now as it fought to replace the breath torn from its body and I
noticed the pattern my fingers hand made digging into its boob.
"Happy now slut, or are you going to ask for more pain?" It moaned and
after a short pause shook its head. "Right then let's get on with things. The
first step is the specials to those tits you're just had mauling my hands."
This brought a deeper moan from it, mixing continued pain with increased terror,
the latter predominating as it made no other sound.
I stopped and said, "Actually, before that, is there anything you should
be saying?" I knew it and December had not spoken during the night but the
question gave the option of causing concern and possibly prompting a response
that earned some further punishment. Also, if I only asked bitches who had
something to confess and they realised that, it would be too much of a
give-away.
It stopped whimpering as it thought for a while then slowly shook its
head. "Sure?" I asked and saw its lower lip quiver with fear but it nodded
again.
"Good slave." I said and stroke the first blow with the crop. It bit
deep into the bitch's boobs, just above its nipples and it froze in shock, its
cocksucker opening. Even while it was drawing in breath to scream I struck
again, this time with an upstroke from underneath the breasts. This bit even
deeper into them, making the large orbs jump a couple of inches at the impact.
They jiggled entertainingly as I let the crop drop. The scream that finally
emerged from November's throat was impressive, although you could tell if torn
at an already sore throat.
I gave it a moment to recover while also bracing myself for an heavier
blow. "Pleeese. I can't take any... Aaaaah." The plea was cut short by me
dropping the crop and motioning Debbie out of the way, I step quickly behind
November. I reached around its shoulders and grabbing both breasts, digging the
fingers in and squeezing tightly. Its head rocked back as far as it could,
narrowly missing my chin and I started fearing for my hearing. After several
seconds it stopped, its lungs exhausted and started to breath in again. I gave
both boobs a vicious twist, rotating in opposite directions causing it to tense
then dropped them, moved my hands behind it and pushing. The partial intake of
air came out in a new wail as it fell forward to hit the tabletop with a loud
thud.
I gave it about 5 seconds then reached forward with my right hand,
grabbed some hair and hauled it back up to the vertical. Leaning forward I
spoke into its left ear "Yakaty bitch aren't you? Are you going to be quiet
now?" Its mouth was drawn into a grimmer and I saw more lines of tension as my
left hand started to play with its left breast, tugging and twisting at its
nipple. After a couple of seconds it managed a small nod then a firmer one,
which pulled at its own hair still tightly gripped by my hand. I relaxed the
grip of my right hand a bit, while still mauling with the left as I went on.
"I don't mind a bitch crying out a bit under training. After all, that
suggests its being done right! However I don't like them jabbering away. A
slut should be felt and not heard. Understand!" It nodded again.
"Even less do I like a bitch trying to tell me what it can and can't do.
As your owner I'll decide that. IS THAT CLEAR!" As well as shouting the last
sentence into its ear I emphasised the point more effective by grabbing its
nipple hard, twisting as far as I could then yanking the nubbin of flesh hard to
the left. It howled, its voice breaking with a sob as I finally released the
tortured flesh. For a minute or so I let it recover its breath and possibly a
little composure, hair still gripped loosely in my right and those full boobs
heaving as the bitch pulled air back into its lungs. For a few moments I
thought it might be hyperventilating but it started to calm down.
"However I am prepared to be generous. For each of your two
interruptions you will be awarded 8 specials and 50 normal punishment points.
Other than that I am willing to allow you to start today's special again. You
may speak bitch to thank your master for his generosity." It froze as the
implications sank in. Not only had it been given the promise of much, much more
pain. Its breasts, already sore and aching, probably hurt more than any others
except July's, would still have to undergo another 4 strokes. And it would have
to speak to thank me for the process.
It breathed in, opened its cocksucker and stalled. A second time it
tried and seemed to gag on the words. To help it I reached around to nip both
nipples between fingers and start to rub them. Not hard but probably painfully
enough given their bruised nature and warning of more to come. "What's the
matter? You can't shut up when your not supposed to speak. Now your given
permission to politely thank you're master you can't get a word out."
The implied threat in both actions and voice broke the dam of
resistance. "Please master.... Please.. forgive me for ... for my
disobedience." I tightened my grip ion the nipples and tugged both slightly and
it got the message. "Master... Thank you for being so generous with your
slave."
"That's better slut. It's so easy when you just behave, isn't it?" I
let go of the nipples and ran a hand down its left flank as I bent to pick up
the crop. It was exhilarating the way the slave shivered in terror at my touch.
I picked up the crop and holding it just touching November's nipples,
reminded it. "Now you can beg to take today's specials."
It shuddered but either was totally broken, at least for the moment, or
just desperate to get things over with. The words came out like a torrent.
"Master, please beat my breasts. Please hurt them."
"Not to worry bitch I will. Just remember no more nattering,
understand!" To emphasise the point I flicked the crop upwards tapping its
nipples. It jumped and nodded eagerly.
I stepped to one side and motioned Debbie forward to hold its back so it
could not escape. Examined November's breasts carefully I noticed the bruises
already rising and the welts I had made earlier. It also gave time for the
bitch to grow nervous, awaiting the blow it knew was coming.
My initial blow was a horizontal one, catching at least one nipple and
again digging deep into its flesh, as well as crossing one of the earlier welts.
It screamed and jerked but Debbie tightened its grip on its shoulders and
prevented it moving too much. Again my second was an upswing, catching the
previous welts and lifting the breasts again. The scream became an howl as they
bobbled enchantingly. I gave a brief pause before the third blow, both to
position myself and give it a chance to make a comment. It sobbed loudly a
couple of times but said nothing. My third blow scythed down from high and hit
the upper part of its breasts. I followed up quickly with the fourth,
horizontal but slightly below the nipples, pressing the lower folds of its boobs
against the rib cage.
After the last blow Debbie relaxed its grip and November wavered a
little before gaining control and restoring its balance. It continued to heave
those battered breasts as it struggled to gain control over the pain. I looked
at Debbie and said "Your turn now bitch." It looked puzzled for a second then
remembered it was due a share of what November had earned. Its face clouded
briefly and its head dipped but it stepped back to make room and folded its arms
behind it.
"It got 16 and you get a quarter so that's only 4 bitch." I said as I
stepped forward and positioned myself. Debbie closed its eyes and braced itself
and I swung the first blow hard and downward. Its breasts folded around the
crop as it bit deep then bounced back the flesh already starting to welt. Three
more quickly followed, the last finally prompting a cry from the trained slut as
it caught both nipples. I tossed the crop back onto the table and raised both
hands to cup and fondle the breasts, not too hard but forcing it to wince as I
brushed along the rising welts. Trained as it was, it breathed a bit deeper and
pushed its breasts into my hands then responded "Thank you master." It was with
some difficulty that I resisted the urge to fuck it there and then.
I turned and moved back to November, still standing although its
breathing had calmed and it had almost stopped sobbing. The breasts were
already looking magnificent, with the slashes of the crop complementing the
bruising from the mauling to make a chaotic but enjoyable pattern of pain.
Again I had to push down a stab of sexual excitement as I resisted the urge to
lay into them again. Not that it would not be enjoyable but I didn't want to
harm it too much and be forced to give it the serum, to prevent serious damage
before I was ready. Also it was still useful to allow it the illusion that good
behaviour would seriously moderate the amount of pain it would suffer.
Instead, while my left hand cupped and gently fondled its left breast my
right pulled lightly on its hair as I said "Well?"
"Master?" it asked, puzzled as it had missed Debbie's prompt during its
own agony.
I tightened my grip on its breast and felt it squirm in agony but trying
to stay still for fear of angering me further. My other hand dropped to its
right breast and began to squeeze that. It gasped then, fear overcoming
caution, said quickly. "Master, please. What have I done wrong?" There was
the same note of pleading in its voice as earlier but this time it was desperate
to please, albeit probably to stop the pain.
"Hasn't a stupid slut forgot its manners?" I said and tightened my grip
a bit further. It groaned again but I could almost hear it desperately
thinking. After a few seconds it said quickly "Master, thank you for punishing
me."
"Better." I said, " but very slow you lazy slut." I tightened my grip
further, digging the nails into its flesh for about 5 seconds and its back
arched with anguish before I let go. It straightened, gasping with relief and
again heaved those breasts as it breathed deeply. I noticed its body was coated
in sweat with more running down its back. After a couple of seconds it gasped
"Thank you for reminding me master."
I accepted this final plea and gave it a couple of minutes to rest up.
I realised I had been harder on it than the earlier bitches, in part because of
my own boredom and impatience as time was running short. This was no problem in
terms of the suffering of the slut, which was immaterial but I didn't like
loosing my self-control.
"Right bitch, next stage is the normal punishment strokes." It groaned
quietly then gasped when I pushed home the implications. "So get down bitch so
I can thrash your arse!" The idea of lowering its tortured boobs onto the hard
metal surface, then supporting the weight of its body on them while being
punished further horrified it. If it had known the full details of what was to
come it would doubtlessly have been even more terrified.
I have it a few seconds to move by its own volition then, as it still
hesitated I punched it hard in the back and said "Get moving bitch." It gasped
then started to lower itself cautiously. I lost patience and gave it a shove
and with a wail it fell forward, braking its descent with the inevitable thud as
it hit the table. It rocked in agony for a few seconds while Debbie moved
forward to pull its leash down and tie it in place. The bitch tried to resist
this, moaning and starting to murmur until I slapped its arse hard and said
"Silence."
I gave Debbie a minute or so to make sure the bitch was secured and then
quickly ran through the rules. Since time was important and I was losing
interest I moved quickly to start lashing its butt hard. I stopped once to
admonish it for crying out and having it gagged then presumed the hard pounding.
By the time I had finished I was sweating a bit myself and it was moaning
pitifully, while its rear was a mass of criss-crossing welts and bruises. I
took a few moments to gather my breath then placed the belt to one side and gave
it a full-strength slap on its right cheek that echoed around the room and
warmed my hand, while its flesh vibrated sensually. It arced its back and
screamed again, this time clearly through its gag. I moved my hand back onto
its cheek, caressing it and luxuriating in the heat it was radiating. I enjoyed
the sensation, including it wiggling in discomfort at my touch. Its ragged
breathing slowly calmed and I moved onto the next stage. The butt plug it held
reluctantly, not realising what it was, drool already dripping from its
cocksucker in exhaustion. I let Debbie start to suck me, but was already
excited enough by my exertions and the effects on November that I had to push it
away after only a few seconds. It landed with a squawk on its rear and I
couldn't resist a grin at the look of surprise and indignation on its face.
However I waited while it got back to its knees and installed the condom, its
skilled fingers working quickly but careful not to excite me more than a
minimum.
Turning I whacked November's right cheek again, prompting a new jerk
from it and said "Now to see if your any good bitch." I closed quickly and
started thrusting vigorously into its cunt. It squawked again and I heard the
plug drop to the floor. A few seconds later it started pleading "No, No,
pleas...", only to be silenced by Debbie slapping it hard, the sound audible
even over my forceful pounding of the bitch.
Despite having a strenuous day I managed to perform quite well, pounding
into the bitch for about 10 minutes before starting to pump my sperm into it.
As usual I then fell forward onto the bitch, using it as a cushion while I
rested for a couple of minutes. Then I heaved myself up off its shoulder,
grinding its tits further into the table and bringing another moan from it.
"Well bitch. You're a pretty crap fuck slut. You'll need to work on
that if your going to get any value at all on the market. Still, plenty of time
to get some practice in." I rounded off the verbal abuse with a stinging slap
to its arse that shook its entire body and brought another cry from it.
I moved around the table and picked up the plug. "You couldn't even
keep your cocksucker shut when you're making some use of it. Not very damp
either. See what we can do about that." I followed up quickly by coating it
with mustard and ramming it firmly up the bitch's arse. It moaned and gasped
but was either too exhausted or too scared to convert its discomfort into words.
Only when I activated the springs to lock the plug into place did it cry again
then sob. "Please, take it out of" Its complaint was cut short by another firm
slap to its arse and a warning "Shut it slut!".
After that getting it to clean my cock and swallow the condom was
relatively short and simple. When it was finished I said. "So much easier when
you behave isn't it slut. Don't you wish you had saved yourself a lot of pain
by doing things right from the start. Would have been so much easier on those
baps wouldn't it." To make my point I reached under it and squeezed both boobs
for several seconds, having it arc its back again and cry out. "Anyway, you
will do better next time, willn't you slut!"
It murmured a desperate promise and I slapped it again and told Debbie
"Take this bitch back to its cage. I'm finished with it for today." Debbie
untied its leash and then its legs and November gingerly picked itself up and
was led away by Debbie tugging on its lease. It walked carefully, not to
mention awkwardly, struggling to handle the plug now deep up its arse as well as
the ache of its tits as they bobbed when it moved.
