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The Beating
Erica conducted the remainder of my toilet training. It was mild compared to that terrible day with Lucy, and I was able to handle “solids” from Erica each day without gagging. Erica regularly reported my progress to Mistress Stephanie, who was satisfied after ten days that the first phase of my training had been successful.
“The girls have trained you well,” Mistress Stephanie said to me. “Soon I’ll be giving you an exam to make sure you are a worthy toilet slave, but this evening I’m going to give you a chance to shower without the device on, since it’s been a while. Come over here and pull down your pants.”
I walked over to Mistress Stephanie and followed her instructions. With the device’s help, she’d trained me in a hurry to obey without question or hesitation. Mistress Stephanie disarmed the tamper switch with her remote control, then undid the fasteners and removed it from me. I’d gotten so used to wearing the device over the past two weeks that my whole body felt lighter without it.
“Ok, now go shower and clean yourself good. When you’re through, come back out here---naked!”
I still hated being naked in front of Mistress Stephanie or either of the girls, but I had resigned myself to it as part of my new life. I went to the bathroom and showered thoroughly, especially cleaning my genitals in the areas the device hugged so closely. When I was through, I dried myself, but did not even bother putting on underwear. I knew that coming out almost naked would only infuriate Mistress Stephanie. When I returned to the living room, I saw that Lucy and Erica had joined her. Feeling self-conscious again, I had to fight the impulse to cover my crotch. This did not escape Lucy, who noticed every nuance of my body language.
“Do you wanna cover up?” she asked. “Cover up what? It’s not like you’ve got a dick or anything!” She laughed.
“Now Lucy, be nice,” Mistress Stephanie said. “He’s got a dick, it’s just……a really small dick.”
Lucy laughed again, and this time Mistress Stephanie joined her. As was often the case, Erica smiled, but seemed reluctant to join in when the other two verbally abused me.
“Well, you’re probably wondering why I brought you in here naked,” Mistress Stephanie said to me. “I’m going to put the device back on you in a little while, but I think you need to be tenderized a little first. We’ve been going easy on you during your toilet training. I want you to know that I’m not going to make a habit of that.”
“Lucy,” said Mistress Stephanie, turning to her. “Are you ready?”
“Oh yeah, I’m ready!” answered Lucy. As always, she was eager to participate in all of Mistress Stephanie’s amusements.
Mistress Stephanie smiled. “I knew you would be. But I think it might be fun to have Erica start the festivities.”
Erica looked over at Mistress Stephanie as if unsure what she meant.
“Erica,” said Mistress Stephanie, “Beat the shit out of him.”
Instantly, a profound change came over Erica. When she turned back toward me, her eyes were hard and cold. Her expression was not angry or cruel, but indifferent….businesslike. She walked over to me in an abrupt, android-like manner. I had only a glimpse of her new demeanor at close range before she slapped me across the face, hard. Before I could recover, she slapped me again, with her left hand, then with her right again. I couldn’t believe what was happening.
Warm, gentle Erica was doing just what Mistress Stephanie had ordered---she was beating the shit out of me. Her slaps were harder than those previously dealt out from either Lucy or Mistress Stephanie. When I raised my shoulder instinctively to deflect a blow, she punched me in the solar plexus. When I doubled over, she chopped me across the side of the neck, then followed up with two more slaps. I understood now why Erica’s build had always impressed me as athletic. She’d obviously had some advanced martial arts training.
When I tried to move away or guard myself, Erica got rougher. I got an elbow in the ribs, and then a punch in the nose that drew blood. All during Erica’s attack, I could hear Mistress Stephanie and Lucy, especially Lucy, laughing in the background.
I lifted both my hands to guard my head, and this too was a mistake. Erica’s foot lashed out and caught my loose, unprotected testicles. I screamed in pain; Lucy screamed with laughter. Doubled over again, I received another crisp slap to my face from Erica, followed by a punch to the other side of my head.
I then made my worst mistake yet. I tried to grab Erica’s wrist to keep her from slapping me. Her hand easily eluded my grabbing motion, then caught and twisted my wrist. I winced in pain, bending my body sidewards to keep the wrist from breaking. When I did so, she stepped forward and stiffly raised her knee straight up into my groin.
Erica’s knee inflicted even more pain than Mistress Stephanie’s had at Mistress Angela’s apartment. And worse, Erica was relentless. Her eyes were still cold and dispassionate. Ignoring my groans and screams, she continued landing blow after blow upon my naked body. I was now bleeding from both my mouth and nose. I dropped to the floor, but her attack did not subside. She started kicking me where I lay, battering my back, stomach, and face with her sharp, solid shoes. When I flipped onto my back following a kidney blow, Erica stood waiting. She pinned my pelvis with one foot, and stomped hard and deliberately on my crotch with the other; she did this twice in a row. I desperately cried out with each stomp, and my limbs flailed spasmodically in every direction.
Erica was raising her foot a third time when Mistress Stephanie’s voice finally rang out. “Erica! Enough!”
I’d never welcomed any words as much as these. Erica stopped right away and took a step back from me. I was crying like a newborn baby. When my guts started contracting, Mistress Stephanie was prepared. She dropped a plastic bucket in front of me just in time for me to vomit into it.
“Cool!” Lucy exclaimed. “Made him puke, Erica, way to go!”
I threw up again. I could see blood in the bucket mixed with my vomit. I hoped the blood was only from my split lips, and not internal injuries.
“Lucy, help me set this up,” Mistress Stephanie said. I heard footsteps trail away, then the creaking sound of wooden equipment.
I knelt over the bucket, gasping. I was trying hard to stop crying and recover from the shock when I felt a pat on my back and a hand rubbing gently. It was difficult to turn my head, but slowly I managed to do so. I was astounded to see Erica standing beside me--the Erica I’d seen when I’d opened my eyes that first day at Mistress Stephanie’s. Again, she looked warm and caring.
“Are you ok?” she asked, sounding completely sincere. “I really hope so. It was nothing personal. Just orders from Mistress, you know?”
She rubbed my back again and smoothed out my hair. I didn’t know how to reconcile her present behavior with what she’d just done, but I believed somehow that she was truly sorry.
I heard the voices and footsteps of Mistress Stephanie and Lucy as they reentered the living room.
“Excellent work, Erica,” said Mistress Stephanie.
“Yeah, it was beautiful,” Lucy agreed. “But I wanted to work on him too.”
Mistress Stephanie laughed.
“I know, Lucy. I was going to let you, but Erica was too efficient. I wanted him tenderized, not pulverized. I have plans for him tomorrow.”
Mistress Stephanie turned her attention back to me for the first time since the beating ended.
“You!” she yelled, “Stop being a fucking baby. You know that pisses me off. Get your ass off the floor and go clean up. If you’re not out of this room in fifteen seconds, I’ll change my mind, and let Lucy have her turn with you!”
I had learned well that Mistress Stephanie never made idle threats. Even as weak as I was, fear motivated me to move. I pulled my bruised, naked body off the floor, grabbed the bucket containing my vomit, and hobbled off toward the bathroom. As I passed Lucy, she spit one of her thick gobs on the side of my face. Mistress Stephanie not only made no objection, she gave her own parting shot.
“See you tomorrow, darling!” she called after me in a singsong voice. The last sound I heard was the one I’d grown most accustomed to in Mistress Stephanie’s house: the laughter of women at my expense.
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