Pooch's Story
Part 12b Prelude to Punishment
"Please, please, people, you will not be short changed. Instead of having
to declare one a winner and the other a loser, the decision of the owner is to
label them both losers, as indeed they are. Instead of only one of the pair
being hung by her breasts and caned they will both get a hundred sweet strokes.
And so that you are all aware that the caning isn't being just staged it's you,
my house guests, that will do the honors. All that is requested is to keep the
strokes below the tops of their shoulders. Afterwards they will each be fastened
appropriately to a horse and be made available for your use throughout the
remainder of the evening. The owner requests that you assist in helping them
realize again that they are nothing but a pair of slaves. You may have noticed
their arrogant attitude as they walk around freely with their noses in the air.
It was setting a terrible example to the other whores and the danger had to be
stopped. Slaves have no business walking around putting on airs. Whore slaves
need to know exactly what they are. By morning they should both know their place
once more in the hierarchy of life leading up to humanity." Both Blackie
and Blondie felt crushed by Marla's words. They hated her so much both thinking
that she had gotten to Garret and had been the reason he was so upset with them.
He used to encourage that very cockiness as a display of his own power and that
his personal slaves would rank much higher then any of the rest and were his
slaves not because they were restrained and forced but because they enjoyed
being his slaves. Marla had to be the reason things had suddenly changed. Why
they would now be placed on a level just below that of a rat. When a rat is
killed the method is usually chosen for its efficiency. When you kill a slave
you do it slowly and with a great deal of pain. Hearing that the purpose of the
coming events was to drive their social status to the very bottom level, toilet
slaves to a pack of dogs. They had enjoyed their ride at the upper level of
slavery and were about to be pushed all the way back down. If they were given a
choice they would have picked another alternative but in Garret's domain death
was usually the result of a long stay in the Kennel.
4 lengths of rope were produced 3/8" hemp and both the referee and Marla
began binding the base of their breasts using a slip knot after 2 wraps with the
rope. Once a knot was pulled as tight as it could be a nail was pushed through
the rope, just above the knot to prevent it from loosening past the point where
it was. The rope was then wrapped around the breast a second time around the
middle of the bulging balloons with copious slack left between the tie at the
base and the tie around the middle. When suspended the slack would allow the
sacks to stretch substantially before the loops of rope at the base took some of
her weight. The system not only allowed a great deal of stretching but it
ensured that the ropes could not be pulled off no matter how violently the two
slaves might struggle. Both Blondie and Blackie, now with their udders tightly
tied off, were dragged by their collars till they each rested below a spreader
bar connected by a steel cable to a winch on the ceiling. At each end of the
spreader bar was an eye bolt to which the tit ropes were fastened. It wasn't
enough to just suspend them by their breasts. If the punishment could be made
more painful it would be, and so their breasts were pulled hard towards opposite
ends of the spreader bar bringing the two slave sisters to wail and moan even
when still on the ground. At the push of a button the winches came to life as
did the vocal cords of the two slaves. With so little load the cable rolled up
fast jerking them first on to their feet and then into the air. The slip knots
pulled tight and both Marla and the referee went over with two more nails in
their hands once again to push them through the rope at this point so that the
knot could not loosen.
The milk bags bulged and then turned purple. The slaves forgot about everything
else.
Even Blondie's torn knee stopped bothering her although it too had been yanked
out of position and now hung from her upper leg with no support.
All they felt was fire on their chests at a pain level that neither could stand
much longer. Their beautiful bosoms were being pulled out by the roots.
Silently they prayed for the caning to begin as quickly as possible.
All Marla, and most of the viewers felt was tremendous excitement between their
legs.
With every member of the audience entitled to administer 5 strokes of the cane
there was no thought of feeling disappointed because both unlucky slaves had
kept their nipples.
They would probably disappear during the beatings anyway, after all only the
neck and up were out of bounds to the canes.
Two deep buckets were brought forward by Marla and the referee, turned
executioner.
They held a half dozen canes each, soaking in a vinegar, brine solution. The
dangling slaves didn't notice as all their attention was being focused on their
elongated bags. After putting down her bucket Marla gave Blondie a firm push
setting her swinging and twisting in the air, and sending the pain level of her
chest spiking higher. The referee got Blackie's attention with a swift kick to
the center-front of her left thigh with his work boot.
"Do I have your attention?" shouted Marla.
Blackie imagined that she was in hell. Such pain wasn't possible in the real
world while remaining conscious. Worse was that she knew soon the pain in her
breasts would spread to the rest of her body. Blackie had only been caned once
before and she remembered every agonizing second of the experience. She had
gotten 20 strokes but thought she would go out of her mind from the pain. And
she wasn't hanging by her tits then either, but in the relative comfort of
kneeling over a caning block. "It wasn't possible to survive 100," she
thought.
Marla had gained their attention.
"First you will be stripped naked, most people enjoy seeing the marks that
they leave. Later they can sit back and look at you thinking proudly that they
had left those marks. Besides it hurts more without the latex protection...
Right now you probably think that you are feeling about as much pain as you can
handle. You're right, but there is a solution to the problem. You will soon
receive an injection of stimulants that will keep you wide awake and interested.
4 foot rattan canes that have been soaked in brine will be used. The brine helps
keep the canes supple and the cuts sterile. It also makes each cut feel like
it's ablaze. The canes will be wielded with both arms much like they were the
last time you were caned only this time they will be able to reach all those
tender spots that were safe then. You didn't even have your legs spread for that
one, and your tits were buried on the blocks, shielded by your backs. Now
they're all stretched out and waiting to be whipped. I hope you two enjoyed your
last taste of the cane because this time it will be a lot worse. Hell, you
probably already hurt more...
Right now you are probably imagining how much the cane will hurt when it lands
between your legs and crushes your clit hood and everything immediately
underneath. Make no mistake you will feel the cane there but have you ever felt
it across the soles of your feet. After a half a dozen across each foot it will
be a week before the pain begins to fade but you will still be required to walk.
Barefoot, if your feet don't fit your shoes anymore. Blondie! You will be on
your feet way sooner than you think, bum knee and all. You will each get 100
strokes of the cane.
If I were you I wouldn't move around too much or those bags are likely to tear
right off." Tears rolled down two pairs of eyes. The pain from their
stretched and constricted milk sacs was overwhelming. Both sex slaves hoped to
feel the cane if only to distract them from the torture of their ample bosoms.
It hadn't occurred to them yet that it would be those very same breasts that
would get the most attention from the cane. The skin above their sternum and
underneath their tits felt just about ready to tear.
The glands themselves pounded with pain at every heart beat. Severely congested
they were ripping the skin from the inside with the weight of their bodies
pushing everything inside their breasts forward and making them ready to
explode. Their color had changed to a vivid deep purple.
Veins pushed against the skin leaving their impression on the surface.
Some burst from the intense pressure leaving bruises everywhere around the bags.
Breathing was labored, every slight movement causing an increased sensation of
bursting organs and splitting skin.
As the final acts of preparation the hooded referee cut of the dangling slaves'
latex uniforms leaving their glistening, wet, skin exposed to the direct assault
of the cane, and removed their gags. No one would be deprived of hearing the
music of their shrieks and screams. A caning like the one Blondie and Blackie
were about to received is more closely associated with Muslim fundamentalist
countries where a serious offense might lead to a sentence of 20 strokes, and
that would be for a man.
These rather small girls would be getting 100 each. Their only advantage was
that they weren't schooled in the ways of caning and some of the punishment
would be administered by women, who couldn't possibly wield the pole as hard as
men. Otherwise they would both have been handed a death sentence.
"Ladies and Gentlemen," Marla started up again. "Since some of
you are inexperienced at this, let me demonstrate the proper way to use
this." Marla picked up a cane from one of the brine buckets and stepped
behind Blondie. With a scream Marla brought the cane from as far back as she
could reach whistling through the air and brought it down using her right arm,
squarely across the middle of the slave's back. Reflexively the slave girl
arched her back giving the slip knots, holding her udders, a good yank. A scream
emanated from the previously quiet, but now gag free, slave.
Damage done by the cane is mostly invisible although it will raise heavy welts.
It damages muscles, blood vessels and nerves, well below skin level without
cutting the skin too much. This markedly reduces the chance of infection but
increases the level, and length of time, that pain is felt. Slow motion cameras
have shown how the impact of the cane sends a shock wave to flesh far from the
impact site and bone bruising is common along with deep muscle bruising.
"That's the wrong way," explained Marla to a now very interested
audience. "It's wrong because I held the cane in one hand and couldn't get
a lot of my energy into it... You must use both hands on your instrument in
order to use the strength of your whole body. Now watch me again." Marla
stepped back away from Blondie by a full step. With the cane held firmly in both
hands, the way one would hold a baseball bat, Marla twisted her entire body
along with her arms, away from Blondie.
Then with a second Banshee scream she stepped towards Blondie while
simultaneously bringing around the cane driven by her whole torso as well as her
arms and shoulders. This time when it landed the crowd saw the poor slave girl
go into hysterics. Blood vessels broke, spilling their contents and showing
massive bruising along the length of the cane's mark. "That's how it's
done. Now if you could form two lines, one at each of these advertisements for
the need for regular discipline." "You should count yourselves
extremely lucky cunts. If you had gotten the Kennel you would be being strapped
down to have your lower legs and hands amputated so that you could only get
around by crawling and pose no threat to either the dogs or to escape. It also
makes sure that you can only satisfy the dogs' sexual needs with your stinking
holes. No hand jobs. As long as you satisfy the dogs' needs then you live and
when they get bored of you they tear you apart knowing that a fresh face will
replace the one they get rid of... So... When I tell you to spread your legs for
the cane just think of how lucky you are getting off so lightly. Learn your
lesson well my dears, because next time it will get rough." "Pooch!
Marla shouted. "Some of these people have never caned a slave before and I
don't think it would benefit the twin's learning process if we had people coming
up who couldn't deliver a descent stroke. Don't you agree, SHIT!?" Pooch
was jolted away from her little world of roaming, squeezing, twisting, pinching
hands, to trying to grasp what her god had just said.
The spotlights moved to bathe her in light. The question begged the answer, Yes.
Pooch replied, "Yes Mistress." "How could we get these people
some practice, SKANK!?" What other slave could be practiced on Pooch had no
way of knowing, and so again the question begged the answer and her reply was:
"They could practice by caning Pooch." Marla's heart was gladdened
when she heard the replies. Pooch was learning fast and showing no signs of
wanting her own destruction. She also knew and thought about how fine a line she
had to stride if she was to completely break Pooch's spirit while at the same
time strengthen her instinct for self preservation. It would be her ultimate
goal to create a slave that would do anything at all just to preserve its own
life. Not to attain some improvement, a respite from her miserable condition,
but just so she could continue to go on with no light at the end of the tunnel.
Marla was sure that Pooch was such an animal.
"Good idea." "Would you remove the cunt's cuffs?" Marla
asked the referee. "When the cuffs are off you will strip off that pretty
dress, fold it up neatly and hand it to the referee. You will be wearing it
again some other day. Then I want you to take one big step away from that wall,
turn around and face it again, spread your slave legs wide and put the palms of
your hands on the wall. That way those that want to practice a side stroke can
use your ass, those that want to practice a straight down chop will have your
back and those that would like to practice their golf swing can come up between
your legs." Pooch obeyed her Mistress's command and soon stood naked
except for her shoes stockings and garter belt, legs spread wide revealing all
to the spectators and cameras.
Bent 90 degrees at the waist hands pushing against the wall she felt so
vulnerable, so exposed. It had been such a short time since she had last tasted
the cane but in many ways it was an eternity. The anticipation of the
devastating cane made her momentarily forget her pains like the one from her
swollen womb and overfilled bladder. Remembering her last run in with the cane
Pooch figured she wouldn't last long.
SWOOOSHH!! Pooch heard. She clenched tight waiting to feel the blow.
CRACK!! She heard this as well and it was all but a confirmation that the cane
had landed, Pooch screamed. She remembered how she had screamed the last time
she was caned.
Everybody burst out in laughter at the stupid slave whore. She'd only been hit
with a plastic shower rod cover. It couldn't even leave a bruise. "Look how
stupid she is. She's obviously sex slave material." "She's lucky to be
treated as well as she is." The spectators justified their joy in Pooch's
total humiliation with these thoughts. They thought she was getting off lightly
so far. Pooch could do nothing but cry while maintaining her position. Even
though they were ineffective in creating pain the light, hollow, plastic canes
continued to rain down all over her body as men and women mocked her and told
her that next time they would just use the real canes and how they just couldn't
wait to see Pooch fuck up.
A feeling of intense loneliness overcame Pooch. No one else could even imagine
how completely alone she felt. She was alone in the middle of a mob that only
wanted to see her suffer and in fact had come specifically for that reason. Just
as were, who knows how many, television viewers.
They all wanted to see the same thing. They wanted to see her suffer and they
all justified it because she deserved everything she got. What a stupid, filthy
animal she was and she most certainly must have broken some pretty serious
rules, even if she was never caught.
Pooch knew she had no escape at all. Why didn't they just kill her and get it
over with she thought. There was no great knight that was going to save her and
no friend that would even miss her, let alone, look for her.
Pooch winced as an upper cut slash caught her naked pussy. It stung a bit.
Nobody had told her she wasn't allowed to cry, yet. It was all that she could do
but to show everyone how sad and miserably she was. Maybe they would get their
fill of her crying, and stop torturing her. She was certain that it wouldn't
work but what else could she do? Even though the blows raining down on her were
just a mockery she couldn't help but feel the hostility that her tormentors had
towards her and how they seemed to wish that the light plastic tubes were indeed
heavy, brine soaked cane. The unconcealed blood lust of these people was bone
chilling.
Marla seemed satisfied with how this scenario was evolving. Pooch had been
reduced to having the will of a dish rag and completely stripped of her dignity
even before her official punishment had begun, while at the same time the
excitement level of her invited guests had been whipped into a frenzy. She was
sure it would be a memorable caning for all involved.
Blondie and Blackie tried to stay as still as possible. Every little movement
increased the already unbearable pain and made them feel that their poor
ballooned and stretched bags were close to being pulled off.
The television spotlights returned to the quiet twins.
Before coming into view by any of the television cameras each guest was handed
a loose fitting hood to protect their identity. They would then choose a cane
from one of the brine buckets and receive their instructions from Marla. She
wasn't going to let this deteriorate into a free for all. It would have offended
her sense of order. Since this was a bonus that the guests had not expected
Marla had no trouble convincing them to go along with her instructions.
To save time and intensify the experience further for the twins Marla arranged
it so that two of the guests would be beating them at the same time. The first
pair to cane Blackie were husky tall men. Being the strongest looking of the
bunch one would apply the cane across the strong muscles of her back while the
other would beat her between her belly button and the front of her thighs. The
idea was to alternate the strokes from front to back so she would feel a steady
cascade with no time to recover. The men, now true believers in the rightness of
what they were doing, gave Blackie no quarter. The canes slammed into her
feminine, soft, body leaving trails of ugly welts and broken skin.
Though she had experienced many whippings as a slave none had been as vicious
and brutal as this.
Quickly she saw the pattern and tried to desperately twist and sway out of the
way in complete futility. Her wrists fastened behind her neck she could not
offer up another part of her body to take the blow. Her struggle pulled the slip
knots around her purple jugs even tighter but she didn't even notice. When one
of the blows landed just above the spot she had been hit with the lead tipped
whip she convulsively brought up her knees trying to curl up into a little ball,
curling and stretching her back for the blow that came after, right across her
kidneys. This brought down her legs again as her back arched convulsively. Her
body now swung wildly from her sideways pointing tits.
When they were done the two men were satisfied that they had indeed impressed
upon the slave the importance of proper deportment. Blackie just hung their with
her eyes closed and her lips moving in silent prayer. 90 more were still to
come.
It was now Blondie's turn for some attention. It would be her tender, plump and
unmarked nether regions that would give her a howling introduction to the joys
of the cane. Marla had a couple of taller men, whom she knew were fine golfers,
administer this anticipated, but, by the poor girls very dreaded, part of their
caning. Like before one man stood in front of Blondie and one stood behind.
Marla instructed her to spread her legs to the sides paying no heed to the pain
it would cause her mangled knee. Marla had been told that these were good and
obedient slaves. She was going to find out how obedient they were right now.
As Blondie spread her legs, gritting her teeth in pain, Marla placed the backs
of her hands against the insides of Blondie's white, piss soaked thighs and
pushed them farther apart.
"That's where you keep them. I don't want your fat flabby thighs getting
in the way of the cane when it's aiming for target far more interesting. Can you
imagine how it's going to feel when that same cane lands here..?" Marla
now used her fingers to tease Blondie's delicate dark inner pussy lips apart.
Marla smiled to herself as she gently pulled on them to expose her vagina. Her
wet vagina.
"You're wet!" Marla announced to the world.
Blondie felt sick when she heard that. It couldn't be because she was aroused,
fuck no, she was terrified. Her stomach heaved but she was empty.
Marla began using the tips of her fingers to walk her hand back to Blondie's
crinkled brown ass hole. She tickled it with a finger nail.
"This will make a challenging, but very sweet target." "I thought
that there wasn't any point keeping everyone waiting so you are going to have
your private parts whipped first. It's going to be interesting to see if this
gentleman can get your shitter to invert after only five strokes.
As for this area," she moved her hand to Blondie's clit hood and started
teasing the little nub. "I just want to see the colors you're going to
display here," and she circled the area from the top of her clit hood to
just before her anus. "These are not very big targets so I don't want you
moving around. If you are lucky the second stroke will hit before you feel the
pain of the first and you'll be able to keep your legs spread open till after
the second strike. If you close up neither stroke will count. You will have
thirty seconds between each pair of strokes to get your legs back into the
position they are in now." Cameras zoomed in for the best possible view of
the selected area. The two men that would wield the canes carefully measured
their stokes, bringing up he canes several times to just touch the flesh of the
terrified girl, adjusting their position so the tip would just land on the right
spot. Marla nodded her head.
WHHUUUP!! The man standing behind her swung his cane through the gap between
Blondie's legs connecting right over the clit hood.
WHHUUUP!! The man in front struck the waiting anus.
Mercifully the two strokes did come in such quick succession that Blondie was
able to keep her legs apart long enough for both strokes to do their damage, but
just barely.
With no regard to the pain in her knee the dangling slave brought her legs
together and pulled her thighs up to her belly. With the movement the knots
around her bags slid tighter.
At first she let out a loud yelp followed my a continuous owwwww, owwww.
"Get them apart," Marla reminded. "That was only the
first." The home audience watched the replay in slow motion video.
As soon as Blondie began to spread her legs for the next blow everyone could
see the new colors. It was as though an artist had just applied a brush stroke
of purples and reds.
There was the same touch of gloss from the dampness. Now when she began
spreading her legs she couldn't stay still. Blondie was shaking all over. The
blow to her anus had been so hard it had ruptured the top layer of her strong
sphincter muscle. If her poop shut was to invert it would only happen if the
muscle snapped apart; otherwise it would try to hold everything shut
reflexively, and her lower bowel would never see the light of day. If she could
avoid needing to be sewn back together taking a crap would be a study in agony.
Her mind raced so fast that Blondie thought about needing to be sewn back
together, and figured she would never survive it. She figured there would be no
anesthetic for stitches.
She prayed there would be anesthesia when her knee was repaired.
Both Marla and the referee/executioner tried to hold the whimpering girl
steady.
WHUUUMP!! WHUUUMP!! Came the next two blows with a similar result although
the girls shaking made the canes both land to the right of their intended
targets.
Not by much but by just enough to lay another line of reds and purples on either
side of the first tripling the width of the affected area.
both her inner lips were bruised with inch wide welts running back from the tips
of the canes, widest and most swollen at the very tip and tapering out slowly.
This time Blondie couldn't control herself at all not only curling up her thighs
again and this time twisting her body from side to side trying anything to
distract herself from the pain in her cunt, even if it had to be done by trying
to twist her swollen purple melons out of the grip of the ropes. The bowstring
taught boobs stretched a fraction more and it felt like the skin would soon
split at the sights of the ties. There was no more yelp but pained howl that
went on and on. When her chief tormentors went to help her spread her legs
Blondie just curled up tighter trying to resist.
Marla wasn't as impressed by the slaves training as she had been earlier.
"It seems like this cunt has stopped obeying. I guess we'll be starting
over again. This time though she will have her legs pulled apart by a couple of
winches that you see connected to the ceiling. " A rope sling was
fashioned around each of her feet and a hook on the end of two cables went
around a piece of rope running across to top of each foot. As the winches began
to turn, new shrieks came from Blondies throat. She felt the pain in her knee
again. The ropes around her mammaries tightened more as she frantically twisted
her upper body left, right and left again.
"Bwaaaa!!, bwaaa!!! oh ...bwaaaa!!... Oh, please, pleeeease have mercy,
please have mercy, bwaaaa!! "We will start from the beginning as you have
been told." "Gentlemen, you may now strike her again in any way you
please. This time with no pattern. We'll soon see how she likes that. Oh and I
suggest that you finish quickly, before too much blood gets a chance to leak out
and things get very messy." Blondie's mind was now racing at an even
faster clip. Not only was she already in delirious pain but they were now going
to tear her tight crack apart.
When the cameras zoomed in to give alternating close up views of her ass hole
and cunt many of the viewers shut their eyes.
With a three inch wide band between her legs already brutalized by the wet
canes blows each new swing broke through the skin first exposing the white fatty
layer and then turning almost instantly red with seeping blood. Her nub and clit
hood didn't split on the next impact but swelled up immensely, and looked to
have gone black in color. Swollen to the size of a grape, Blondie's clit pushed
back her hood exposing itself directly to the cane.
On the next stroke it split.
Her little brown shit hole did poorly, as well. Despite his best efforts the
man applying the can to her anus couldn't get the tip to land on the exact same
spot all the time. The tissues swelled up all around the edge of the target and
when the cane would strike the swollen mass, the membrane would break every
rime.
For the final stroke fresh canes were pulled from the brine bucket, just
dripping with salt and vinegar.
Already the salt deposited on earlier cuts was drying the tissues and shrinking
them opening up the wounds. Marla shoved smelling salts under Blondie's nose to
clear her head for the last cut of this series.
Blondie jerked her head back as the blessed feeling of fading away disappeared,
replaced by unwelcome alertness.
The hooded executioner picked up a rag and patted it up and down the slaves
crack soaking up the blood so the last swats wouldn't splash the crimson fluid
all over the guests.
WHUUUMP, WHUUUMP!! The last two strokes came in quick succession eliciting the
loudest scream yet from the shattered slave. The pain was so intense she didn't
notice any of her other pains for several minutes after the last stroke of the
canes. Only after it died down could she again notice the throbbing, bursting
and pinching pain in her udders, the tender swelling pain on her still expanding
uterus, or the aching throughout her spine because the pulling of the bags
caused her back to arch backwards severely. Blondie couldn't see what her most
private parts looked like and that was a good thing.
In fact the entire region around her anal ring had ballooned so much that it
was hard to tell that there was a passage there. There was little to distinguish
between the appearance of mucous membrane and skin. Both were black. Blood ran
everywhere dripping straight down to the floor or running down her legs to the
floor.
Blackie saw every stroke that her sister had taken.
There is something to be said for not knowing your fate and right now Blackie
would rather have not known hers. She had survived the lead whip, but she had
done so because the number of strokes was limited. One hundred seemed as
unbearable as one thousand. She new she would break.
Blondie's crack whipping wasn't yet complete.
Marla went over to fetch the toilet brush Pooch used for bathing and dipped it
in the burning ointment.
When the brush contacted Blondies shredded cunt she let out an animal scream
and passed out. It would take a full five minutes to reacquaint Blondie with
consciousness, and when she did awaken she thought she was burning in hell and
began to scream again hysterically. The executioner used the same rag he had
used earlier and held it shoved into the burning crotch flesh applying pressure
to stop the bleeding.
Marla was glad she had got this part of their punishment over with, She had
worried that if it were left till the end the slaves might not give their best
performance. Marla rung her hands in anticipation as she turned toward a totally
terrorized Blackie.
"Now it's your turn," she smiled. "I think we'll do those milk
sacks of yours." Marla strode over while her assistant continued to hold
the rag against Blondie's crotch. Her screams were dying down not only because
she was increasingly growing more hoarse but because she had expended so much of
her energy in trying to distract herself away from the terrible burning by
trying to hurt her own tits but it was futile. The torment emanating from down
below would not let itself be diminished. So her twisting and squirming settled
down from complete exhaustion and not because she hurt less. The bleeding was
not severe and was soon stopped by the pressure.
Using the tip of her own cane, one with a gleaming silver sharpened point. She
taped the end of the instrument lightly against well exposed inside bottom edge
of her right sack. She tapped the cane between the two loops of course hemp rope
that bound it to one of the ends of the pole which currently held her well off
the ground. Marla saw how the skin was ready to split and once it started
Blackie's own weight would cause it to rip further. The caning would leave
terrible scares as a lifetime reminder that she was no more then the lowest
slave. Blackie had been injected earlier with a timed release amphetamine that
would kick in at ant minute. The slave girls were often injected with
amphetamines before being displayed to make them seem more alive and with it.
Today the injections were given to help keep Blackie and Blondie conscious
during their ordeal and feeling the pain at a higher than normal intensity
level.
Marla now brought the tip of the cane just below the nipple. Blackie, who was
trying to keep perfectly still gritted her teeth.
Marla poked around the expanded arola just lightly pushing with the tip.
Blackie began to get increasingly tense. Not only did it hurt she knew this was
nothing compared to what she would be getting.
Marla put the point through the heavy steel ring in her nipple and gave it a
good tug throwing the suspended slave into a panic. Then she just pulled it out.
"Ladies and gentlemen, This exhibition had been set up with the express
intention of seeing at least two and possible three nipple rings being torn out
through the nipple flesh." Marla twirled her cane around now holding it by
it's pointy end and exposing the hook screwed into the other end. She now
brought up the hook end and grabbed the end of Blackie's right nipple ring. and
began pulling with a hard and ever increasing force. Soon the end of the milk
sack looked more like the tip of an old rocket with a painted nose cone.
Just when Blackie thought things just couldn't get any worse they did.
Now her focus of attention shifted from her aching torso something she could
clearly see.
"Nobody expects to see product demonstrators with un-scared skin.
Customers at The Leather Shop love to see the effects of the tools they're
buying." Marla held the cane with both hands now and put her back into
pulling out the ring. Blackie's scream echoed around the cement walls of the
playroom.
Marla stumbled forward with the sudden release of the ring from it's fleshy
prison. As the cane snapped forward the ring flew off the hook smashing into a
wall and providing someone with a souvenir of the experience.
It had been an evening of greatest and this was no exception as Blackie had
never felt anything as painful as what just happened but there were no signs at
all that she would black out. She tried not to look at her mangled nipple but
she couldn't help but take the occasional glimpse.
Blood ran down the breast until it reached the first loop of rope, and then
dripped down onto the floor. There was a steady drip. Marla waited a minute to
allow the shocked slave time to settle down...
"Now you will answer me this question. If you answer correctly there will
only be one more ring pulled out between you and your sister. If you answer
wrong then two more rings will go the way of the first." "Here is the
question. Should I pull out your other ring or should I pull out one of your
sisters, who, as you've just seen has gone through a very nasty
experience." Blackie tried to think only to feel Marla's small personal
whip cut across her belly.
"Answer me now BITCH!," Marla implored.
With no time to think Blackie blurted out. "Please mistress pull out
mine!!" "Wrong answer!!" "From now on you had better learn
to worry only about saving your own skin. If you can pass off something on to
your sister you better take every opportunity of doing it. You will learn to
make decisions on the basis of what is good for you and not another slave. As a
reward for trying to be a martyr you will both have another ring pulled out. The
worst scenario for you, since all you accomplish is making things worse for
yourself because Blondie, over there, was going to loose one of hers, anyway.
You'll learn fast that there is no nobility in sacrificing yourself to another
slave. Not like there is when you sacrifice yourself to a superior."
"Now I'm going to give you another choice. Instead of pulling out your ring
I could pull out both of Blondie's nipple rings. Which would you like me to do?
Shall I pull out your other tit ring or do I pull out both of hers." Marla
pointed her finger at Blondie. Blondie who had still not fainted away but now,
near complete exhaustion, she continued to writhe while still suspended in mid
air by. Suspended from her tortured boobs.
"Just look at her," Marla went on. "She is not doing well at
all, Having her nipples ripped apart could put her over the edge... Look at her
lips go. Nobody has any idea what she's babbling about except maybe
herself..." "So. Which do you prefer?" Blackie would never wish
harm on her sister but now she was trapped.
Showing sympathy wouldn't help her sister but it would defiantly make it worse
for herself.
"Pull out both of my sisters nipple rings, Mistress" Blackie strained
to whisper.
Blackie would have welcomed death with open arms at that moment.
"WHAT!!," Marla shouted at the desperate slave. "I didn't hear
you." "Please Mistress, pull out both my sisters nipple rings."
Blackie's voice was stronger, but still too quiet to satisfy Marla.
"If I can't hear you the next time you talk I'm going to start pulling out
your pussy rings as well," came Marla's sharp reply.
"PLEASE MISTRESS PULL OUT BOTH OF MY SISTER'S NIPPLE RINGS," Blackie
screamed out as best she could under the conditions. It was loud enough for
everyone in the room to hear without any electronic aides.
Blackie was almost dead inside. She began to understand what real pain was and
what they were doing to her body palled in comparison to what Marla was doing to
her mind. She couldn't believe what she had just done. Up to a few minutes ago
she never imagined saying anything like she had just said and now she had not
only said it but yelled it. Sure she knew that Marla would do what she wanted to
do but still Blackie thought... Maybe the real reason was to save her own skin.
She could no longer tell. She started to think about what would happen when she
had to hold her own legs spread for the cane. She hurt so much down there, and
it wasn't just a surface pain but a deep down pain.
"Ladies and Gentlemen, Lords and Ladies," Marla put on her finest
courtroom manner.
"Although both these cunts posses milk bars of ample size their mass is
quite low so when the cane strikes the organs will absorb most of the shock
which will spread right through. With so much pressure inside the bags trying to
find an outlet, the skin will be hard pressed not to tear like a too tight pair
of slacks. Because of the danger of having the entire sack rip off as any tears
in the skin would try to pulled by her own weight, the caning will be restricted
to the fronts of the breasts where there is no weight effect. Don't worry, The
shock of each blow will penetrate right down to her ribs. Of course there is
such a beautiful target on each globe, the nipples. It shouldn't take more then
a couple of strokes to tell this sack of shit, that the nipple isn't where she
wants to be whipped, if she can avoid it. I expect there will be quite an aerial
display as she squirms trying to get the cane to miss it's target. So that
nobody feels that I am being unfair in handing down such a heavy punishment I
will have the ones caning her breasts be women." A pair of female
silhouette approached from the stands and stopped to put on hoods. Blackie
recognized them immediately from their shape. The two women were Greta and
Shandra.
Blackie had seen their victims before and knew she would be broken tonight.
They all were.
Both Shandra and Greta were expert in their use of the whip and other
implements of correction. A large segment of their clientele expected it.
In the hands of these experts the wet canes would come down with more force
then a baseball bat connecting with a ball in the hands of a major league
hitter.
Shandra, substantially shorter then Greta would come over her head with the
cane, both hands on the handle, and smash it down on the right tit.
She stood head on to it.
Greta, was tall enough to wield it like a baseball bat. She would attack the
left organ, from the side. Greta's size and taught musculature made her not only
imposing but in combination with her Slavic good looks she was incredibly
erotic.
With a subtle nod of her head Marla began the flight of both canes to their
targets at the same time, connecting within small fraction of a second from each
other.
First came the whistle and then the sickening smacks as the polls plunged into
their soft targets splitting the skin with both tips and sending a shock right
up her spine. Reflexively Blackie's body convulsed bending and twisting her body
tightening the loops of rope even more, Shandra's cane expanded the existing
tear in the right nipple while Greta opened up a brand new cut.
Marla walked over to the bawling, squirming figure and began to stroke her
flanks with her gloved hands.
"There, there, take it easy." Marla's voice soothed and reassured.
Blackie's mind was on overload processing more sensations then it could handle
shutting of any kind of real thought. All she could do was react to the pain.
For the second blow the women switched places ensuring equal treatment for
Blackie's jugs.
As Blackie began to settle down Marla took a close look at the damage to the
two globes pulled by the spreader bar and hanging right in front of her face.
She saw that even though much of the canes' energy was absorbed by splitting the
skin still the rapidly forming bruises extended way beyond the width of the
canes.
Marla extended her tongue to lick some of the blood flowing from the new wound.
Extending her tongue out its full length and with the very tip flicking back
drops of the crimson elixir. The air was heavy around the breast perfumed by the
pungent aroma of fear and sweat.
She stood there several minutes, licking and caressing till the only motion
from Blackie's body was her heavy breathing and incessant trembling. The two
custodians of the canes would be able to once again strike the same targets only
from different angles.
Marla stepped aside.
Blackie scrunched up her eyes.
"WHHHHAP, WHHHHAP", came the successive sharp blows again on target.
This time Marla didn't bother to try and settle the struggling form.
Instead she waved on Greta and Shandra to strike at will, sending in 3 more
strokes into each bag in quick order.
Unable to think, Blackie simply felt and reacted instinctively going so far as
to try to kick away her assailants with her legs. This just resulted in some
quick stokes across her thighs that didn't count.
Their punishment continued with Marla breaking up each whipping into ten parts
and carefully setting up each part to squeeze out the biggest reaction from the
two slaves. Their arm pits where caned next, followed by sessions concentrating
on single parts of their legs like the fronts of their thighs, then the backs,
followed by their flanks and calves.
Their backs received more attention and then finally they ended with a double
session across their ass cheeks leaving posteriors grossly bloody and swollen.
Towards the end both Blondie and Blackie moved very little.
They had nothing left.
The initial plan had been to secure the beaten bodies of the twins over a pair
of wooden horses so that their orifices could be used by the guests as they saw
fit but Marla had never witnessed live what a hundred strokes of a heavy cane
can do to the bodies of underweight girls. It was quite clear that this idea
would have to be discarded since they would be unable to be responsive to any
further abuse leaving a distinctly bad taste in the mouths of anyone that tried
to use them. On the other hand the prognosis for nearly full physical recovery
was quite good if attended to promptly by a surgeon that had experience with
similar injuries such as Steve. For him being pulled away from the night's
festivities in order to take needle and thread to these still conscious lovelies
was hardly something that he had to be strong armed to do. Not only would he
enjoy the work but he knew Garret would pay handsomely for the expert care.
The twins did manage one more show of emotion before being wrapped in blankets
and carried out of the Playroom. It was when the ropes binding their tortured
udders were cut suddenly sending back in a rush of blood and sensation. Fresh
tears appeared from dried out tear ducts and pathetic moans forced their way
past their lips. Steve was in for a long night.
Blondie needed knee surgery and multitudes of stitches to close open wounds.
When they were told that it was a part of their punishment and they would
receive no anesthetic both went into shock. The reassembly of the torn nipples
was the worst partly because of the natural tenderness of the area and partly
because the doctor took particular time and care reassembling these jewels.
Blondie was anesthetized for the knee surgery. It would have been too much
additional stress for her and endangered her life, at least that was what Steve
thought.
The wounds in their crotch were repaired with less care since appearance in
this area was more important than perfect function. It mattered little if they
could ever again frig themselves to climax because their clits no longer had
normal feeling. Repairs went more quickly. Part of the treatment was that each
slave also had her clit hood trimmed off and then cauterized. This was to leave
their clits completely exposed to the whip. It took the better part of 24 hours
for Steve to finish up with the two slaves but his work was meticulous, and even
the stitches could barely be seen when he was through.
It was now finally time for Pooch to assume her rightful place at center stage.
Her owner went to fetch her away from the wall from which her hands had not
strayed since being instructed to remain there. On a leash she walked behind her
mistress, eyes cast down, wearing only shoes, stockings and garter belt.
Marla led Pooch to the spot light like a dog keeping the leash tight.
"Stand at attention like your previous owner taught you," Marla
snapped.
