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Ch 5
Later he would not be proud of what he did; later he would be sorry. Bellowing his rage he grabbed Lila’s hands jerking her to her feet; he dragged her behind him to the torture room, his roars of anger waking up everyone within earshot. She tried to follow him but wasn’t given a chance. He tied her wrists to the suspension beam and raised her on tiptoe.
She did not plead, nor cry. She knew why and what was to happen. She struggled on her tiptoes to balance herself awaiting her punishment. He picked up the single tail whip and started on her back. He lashed her hard, hard and fast. Too drunk to do a proper job, too enraged to care, he lashed at her back until her grunts turned into screams of pain. When his arm tired, he stopped, drank some ice water and resumed whipping her, this time on her front.
Hearing the screams coming from the dungeon, the sheik came in and observed the whipping from the entry door. He did not know why Manu was beating Lila so hard, nor did he really care. He knew that Manu had been drinking, he knew just about everything that happened in his house, or thought he did. Perhaps the slave had been less than respectful; or perhaps Manu just wanted to hurt her.
‘In any case’, Al-Mansur said to himself, ‘perhaps Manu does not care for the slave as much as I thought.’
He waved to the two guards who had arrived, guns at the ready, to see what was happening, “Nothing to see here; he can handle it, does not need our help.”
He started up the stairs, stopped for a moment and said to a guard, “Send Aisha to my room.”
Lila hanged limp from her wrists, her back and her front a collection of angry red stripes and pink welts; she had long since stopped screaming. Only pure fatigue stopped Manu’s arm. He poured a bucket of water over his head.
“What have I done?” He said.
He rushed to release his beloved and took her unconscious body in his arms. Gently he took her to his bedroom and laid her down on his bed. He wiped her down with a cool towel. Soon, she regained consciousness.
She looked at his face, in the dim light of the room; she saw the concern in the line of his jaw, the worry in his eyebrows. She closed her eyes.
‘Oh my God; he loves me,’ she thought.
He opened his mouth but she touched her finger to his lips, “I am sorry I disappointed you,” she said, “but you would have been blamed. I could not bear that.”
He hugged her body to him and then, hearing her whimper in pain, released her.
“Hold me; don’t let me go,” she asked.
He held her close, for a long time, until, silently, they fell asleep in each other’s arms; the first time they shared a bed.
Lila woke up alone in bed; she stepped off, still sore from the previous evenings lashing, and sought out Manu. She found him sitting at his desk, in the room he used as an office. His head resting on his hand, elbows on the table, and his face, a picture of dejection.
“Why so gloomy master?” She always called him master, even in private.
“I need to meet the sheik today and show him the plans for your torture and execution.”
Still nude, she started making coffee for both, “What have you planned for me?” her voice belied the butterflies in her stomach.
He shook his head, “Nothing.”
After a moment he added, “I fully expected you to escape yesterday; I could not have made it any easier for you.”
She brought him a mug of coffee; they both liked it the American way for breakfast.
“You know why I stayed.”
He nodded. She sat across from him; his eyes strayed to her firm breasts, noticing the angry stripes that crossed their fair skin. He reached out and touched them; she grabbed his hand and brought it to her lips.
“I could help you.”
He looked at her, startled.
She continued, “I do know a bit about this and I have been reading your books and records.”
“I have not found anything about Mei Ling and what happened to her,” she concluded.
“That was before my time here,” Manu answered, “I do not have any records from back then.”
She stood up and wrapped a sheet about her waist. This was the only item of clothing that she wore in the dungeon. Had she asked, Manu would allow her to wear the sheet as a sarong, covering her breasts, but Lila knew he liked to look at them and she did not want to deny him this, or any other pleasure.
“After I go to the bathroom I shall help you,” she said, “If you let me.”
Manu let her use his bathroom now, he only made her use the bucket on the first day; Lila though grateful, worried about what the sheik would do if he found out Manu cared so much for her.
She showered; the warm water soothing to her lacerated breasts and back. Her hand strayed to her pussy, which she soaped up. The scab from her de-clitting fell off when she touched it. She noticed her hair beginning to grow; she had not shaved in a few days. She picked up one of Manu’s razors and carefully shaved her pubes off. Once she was smooth again, she dressed herself and went into the office.
She sat beside her beloved, and began to help him plan her destruction.
It took them both most of the day, but by the afternoon, the first half of her last week on earth was neatly planned and choreographed.
“Enough,” Manu said, “this will be enough to satisfy Al-Mansur for now; we can do the rest tomorrow, or the day after.”
He left with the plans and went to see his boss. Lila sat in the living room and perused his books. His collection of torture and pain literature was extensive and lavishly illustrated. She studied the books and records and pretended she was planning someone else’s painful demise, not her own.
The days passed fast, faster than either Manu or Lila wanted. Lila thought of those peaceful last days as some of the best of her life. They spent most of the time together, in the dungeon, or, once a day, taking a stroll on the garden. They knew they had only a few days left of this peaceful existence, so they tried to make the most of it. At night they slept together, in each other’s arms. Strangely enough, they had not had sex yet.
One day, Colette sat perusing Manu’s records; he transcribing their notes, two slave girls entered the dungeon. Colette observed them critically. They were both of an age, too young to have been slaves for long she figured, unless they had been since birth. Perhaps twenty years old, no more. One was a tall blonde, thin, but with voluptuous breasts tipped by large pink areolas and small nipples. The second one had shoulder length, smooth black hair and brown eyes. She was pleasantly tanned and sported medium sized breasts, very firm and tipped with dark pointed nipples. They were both very scared.
Manu raised his head from his work and observed the two trembling girls.
“Well, what is it?”He asked firmly.
The blonde answered first “We come for punishment.”
Manu remained silent.
The brunette then stammered “We were caught… Have pity sir; it is the first time.”
Still Manu kept his silence, just watching the two trembling and crying women, fixing them with his eyes.
The blonde spoke again, “We were caught kissing. They told us to come. It is the first time…please.”
Yes, Lila thought, young slaves, no discipline, scared, rightfully so, in a place like this, but undisciplined, cannot take the consequences.
Finally, Manu stood up. He seemed to tower over the two blubbering girls. His voice seemed deeper, as if coming from the depths of Hell.
“It is the first time… you get caught,” He roared.
The two sobbing girls fell to their knees trembling visibly. Lila left the couch to stand by the torturer, in the process leaving her wrap behind. She stood completely nude besides the angry man. The two girls on their knees noticed the raw red patch, where her clitoris had been and cried even harder.
Manu thought for a while, or pretended to think, and finally sentenced:
“I shall be merciful to you, since it is the first time you are caught.”
The two girls exhaled.
“As many strokes of the rattan cane to your asses and to your breasts, as needed, until you bleed freely.”
The girls’ eyes opened wide in fear.
“And then, each one of you will strike the other’s pussy, until the rattan rod shatters,” he concluded, “That will teach you what your pussies are for.”
Lila was shocked at the severity of this punishment, but she said nothing. Both of the girls were crying out loud.
Manu continued:
“The next time, I shall have your clitoris burned off. You know what that means.”
The sobbing girls nodded.
“What are your names?”
Still sobbing they answered, “Maya,” said the blond, and “Lucinda,” said the brunette.
“Stop that blubbering already!” Manu was getting angry.
“Lila, take these worthless sluts to the torture room; show them your pussy while you are at it,” he ordered, irritated, “maybe they will realize how lucky they are.”
The two girls held back their tears and followed Lila into the torture dungeon.
Lila attached Maya by the wrists to one of the wall shackles and Lucinda to the pillar, her ass facing out. She presumed that they would first be caned on their butts, and then on their soft breasts.
Lucinda asked Lila, “How can you bear it, so calmly?”
“There is nothing I can do about it, neither can you, so you might as well resign yourselves to it, you are slave girls, that’s all there is; the sooner you accept it, the better for you,” she paused and turned around.
“You might even enjoy it, a little.”
Manu arrived in the room and approved of Lila’s arrangements. He gave Lila a long, hard bamboo cane.
“You might as well start on her,” he ordered.
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