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Karen and Michelles Sad Story Part 2 Michelles Story Chapter 66
By Redlegtiger
Edited by GuiltyKarma
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Chapter 66, The Victory Celebration
For the next couple of days, Karen spent most of her time going from Sam’s room to Carl’s room. As each hour passed, she became more and more despondent over their injuries and Frank’s death. She had started developing some feelings for Frank and now they were dashed. Her depression sank deeper and deeper and she got to the point that she no longer responded with an answer when first asked a question. As a matter of fact, if truth be known, she was in a greater and deeper depression than when she had been raped by Darrell. Even Gregg and Angie couldn’t get through to her. She would just sit beside the bed and hold the hand of either Sam or Carl, depending on which room she was in, and dwell on her thoughts of incrimination that sank her ever deeper into a psychological morass. During the whole time, the doggyslut part of her persona began to exert more and more control of her, feeding those cruel images over and over to Karen’s tortured mind.
Doggyslut knew she would never get a better chance to exert control than now. As she fed the cruel images of Frank, Sam and Carl being shot to death or being injured, she fueled the incriminating thoughts and fanned them into ever more consuming flames of blame. Eventually she introduced the thought to Karen that if she had just stayed doggyslut that none of this would have happened. In reality, this made no sense at all based on the successes that Karen had experienced and what she had accomplished so far in bringing the organization down. But doggyslut wanted Karen to feel this way because she knew that if Karen began to believe that way, then she might have a chance to become the more dominant part of their mixed personality.
Gregg, who still guarded her, was so focused on Sam that he didn’t realize the utter depth of self incrimination and doubt that Karen was falling into. The only one to notice was Angie and she didn’t know what to do. She felt strong enough to leave the hospital now and really wanted to go home. The doctor’s had even given her a clean bill of health and told her that she could leave at any time. She tried to talk to Karen about it but Karen was too tied up in her thoughts to pay attention. Angie just kept trying to break Karen out of her funk so she could go and join her beloved bitchpups.
Back at the Warren estate, Sarah was exerting more and more control over Aminda and Michelle. She had gotten to the point now that she never went to the bathroom to use it as a normal person would. She would just make Aminda or Michelle take care of it.
Each morning after her initial check up from either Nurse Tina or Nurse Geri, she would be given her therapy by either Aminda or Michelle. One of the two would always spend the night with Tom and Nancy. They had gotten them used to whipping them or spanking them before they took the one with them to bed and then enjoyed them sexually. After the therapy sessions, Sarah would have them dress up in their pony girl outfits and take her to the cabin. Once there she would have one of them go to the water sports table and play with her slaves by given them enemas and douches with various stimulants or salts. The one that Sarah didn’t play with in the water sports area would help and assist her mistress. The one that helped would be hung up and whipped, strapped or caned based on what Sarah felt like after she was done playing with the one at water sports.
During this time, Sarah began to become more and more demanding. The caring girl that she had become since all of this started with Karen began to fade. The bitchy snob that she had been before was returning and no one was noticing. The very behavior resulting in her being thrown out of every private school in the country was beginning to exert itself.
The summer was winding down as well and she knew that she would have to go to school. Sarah’s only choices were to go to public school or be home taught. She knew that having a tutor come in would stifle what she could do with her slaves, and she was thinking of them more and more as her slaves and not her friends or lovers. She also began to think of what she could make them do to humiliate them at school. She began to think that going to public school just might not be too bad.
Also over the last couple of days, when they had finished the therapy and torture sessions, they would go out to the cave and work on it. They had finished putting the rest of the conduit in and running the electrical wire through it. The cave now had lights that could be turned on and off with a switch after you came into the cave. They still had to install the sensor to turn the lights on automatically when they entered the cave. They would put it in a hidden spot at the entrance so that no one knew it was there. That way the cave would be lit up when they made it through the entry passageway. After that, they would put in a septic system outside of the entrance where it would be hidden and so that they could play water sports games with each other and not contaminate their clean pool of water. They would have to bury the pipe to run it out of the cave’s chamber so that it wouldn’t be noticed. It was the hardest part of the renovation of the cave that they had to do. Once that was done they could move in all of the equipment and they could do whatever they wanted without fear of contaminating the pool of water in the cave from the water fall. The guards told them that they should have everything done within two weeks at the pace they were going. Of course, each day at the cave, the guards found themselves enjoying the pleasures of the nubile young teenagers as reward for all of their hard work. The guards all thought that they had died and gone to heaven. They also took special care to make sure nothing bad happened to any of the girls.
All of this was going on and none of the girls had any idea what was going on with Karen. All they knew was that the daily phone calls had stopped. Both Aminda and Michelle were worried but Sarah didn’t appear to be so they didn’t ask. Slaves weren’t supposed to ask those kinds of questions of their mistress. Just as Sarah was becoming more and more of a Domme every day, Aminda and Michelle were returning back into the slaves that they had been their entire lives. They felt more comfortable being at another’s mercy and at their beck and call than having to make their own decisions. They may not like being a slave but that is all they knew and any other way of life scared them. So they were happy to be slaves to their mistress.
It was the Sunday evening after the shooting incident at the reception that the three girls finally relaxed. After having dinner, they went up to Sarah’s room so that Michelle could continue with their story. When Aminda had the recorder ready, she began to tell the tale of the victory celebration at the Baybee Ranch.
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Remember that after the awards ceremony at the end of the competition, we were treated to our first real meal during our year at the Baybee Ranch. Our trainers were also given the privilege of sleeping with us, something I gathered rarely happened at the Baybee Ranch being they were all slaves. We woke up cuddled up in the arms of our trainers. I must say that I enjoyed a feeling of closeness and comfort with him. I didn’t love him but I did have affection for him. Our trainers had treated each of us fairly through out the year. We had only been whipped when we didn’t perform correctly to their standards. We were never tortured just for the pure delight of being tortured like we were at Clearview. The thought of going back to Clearview was very depressing but it was something we knew was coming soon.
We were allowed to sleep in a couple of hours later than normal. When we were awakened, we immediately went about the task of cleaning up the stalls like we normally did. When we were done removing all of the straw, we were hosed down along with the stall. My trainer stuck the nozzle up my cunt to wash it out as well. When we were done cleaning the stalls and the trainer’s quarters, we were led out to the truck we had been brought in.
When we were loaded up into the truck, I noticed that puntapet and her daughter were already in the back of the truck. They were each locked to an eyebolt in the floor of the truck by a long heavy chain that was shackled to their ankle. They had a heavy wooden stock around their necks and their wrists were locked into them as well. They were both covered in cum and had whip marks all over them. I knew that they had been punished all of last night for what their master and their husband and father did. Mistress Baybee let the masters and mistresses play with them all night long. From the looks on their miserable faces and the welts on their bodies, I knew that they had gotten no sleep. I also knew that they had a lot more in store when we got back to the Baybee Ranch. Everyone on the truck stayed away from them the entire ride back as if they had the plague.
It was almost noon when we left the competition arena to head back. The trip back was just as bumpy as the ride out. We were jarred around from all of the bumps we hit. We arrived at the ranch after 7 pm. We were led directly to our stalls. I expected to be put into our original stalls but Aminda and I were allowed to be in the same stall together. We found out that the reason was that my stall was given to puntapet and her daughter. All I cared about was that I was going to get to spend another wonderful night with my Minda. As we cuddled with each other, we heard the sobs and whimpering coming from the stall next door. I suspected that their ordeal wasn’t near to being over for what happened at the competition.
Aminda and I woke up to the sound of a ruckus in the stall next to us. Four trainers had gone into my old stall and were busy waking up puntapet and her daughter. It sounded like the girl was clinging to her mother in a panic and wouldn’t let go of her as two of the trainers tried to take her. Finally the girl’s trainer got fed up enough that he went up to puntapet and slapped her hard saying, “You tell that bitch of a daughter that she better start cooperating or she’ll end up earning the same fate of her father. We have a party tonight and you two will provide some of the entertainment. You need to go now to get ready and she has some training to do. So you convince her to cooperate and it will go much easier on both of you. If not, we will do this the hard way and life will be hell for both of you. Now tell her.”
Puntapet sobbed for a couple of more minutes and finally said, “Valerie, honey. Just do what they say. This is our life now so don’t fight them. If you do, it will only get worse for us. These are our masters now and we must obey them. Please get up and obey everything they tell you to do, no matter how bad it may seem.”
Valerie let go of her mother’s legs finally, but continued to sob and cry into her arms as she lay in the straw at the bottom of her stall. Three of the trainers left with puntapet and the trainer that stayed behind started giving Valerie orders saying, “All right cunt. Until you are given a proper pony name, you will answer to cunt and cunt only. The name Valerie is forever dead to you. Now get up on your knees and listen up.”
I heard the rustle of straw and the sobs were a little less muffled. After a couple of more minutes she was finally under control. The trainer continued saying, “You will have a very important part in the ceremony tonight so we are going to familiarize you with what you will have to do and the equipment you will have to use. We have a slave coming that you will use to learn the proper use of each of the pieces of equipment. If you refuse at any time, I promise you that it will go much worse for you and your mother. The more you cooperate the better you will be. Now will you cooperate like your mother told you to?”
I heard Valerie answer very meekly, “Yes”.
It wasn’t long after that that we heard a couple of more male slaves bring in a couple of tables and set out the equipment on them. At midmorning, the rich bitch drudge pony from the beginning of the school year was brought in to the stall. For the next three hours, we heard screams, begging and pleading for them to have mercy. I really felt sorry for the girl being tortured. I knew what she had been through before and her screams then didn’t sound nearly as pitiful as they did now.
The screams and moans of pain were still coming from the stall next door when we were taken from our stalls about two in the afternoon. It was over three hours after they had started torturing the rich bitch and they were still at it. I didn’t know what they had in mind for tonight, but I knew that whoever was going to be on the receiving end was in for a rough night. I do know that Valerie had to be whipped a few times to get her to continue. I could occasionally hear her crying as she did what she was ordered at the end of a whip.
After being removed from our stalls, we were taken to the preparation area and washed down extremely thoroughly. It felt like they were trying to scrub all of our skin off. When they were done with the both of us, they took us to the kitchen. Once there we were made to get up on a large cart that was big enough to hold one body on it.
The first thing they did was attach shiny black leather, steel reinforced cuffs on our wrists and ankles. Once that was done they attached a brace that went across our shoulders and to our elbows. They strapped the flat bar onto our upper arms with three leather bands on each. One of the straps was at the shoulder, one just above the elbow and one exactly half way. When they were done I couldn’t move my arms except for my forearms and hands. They also put bars on the backs of our legs and strapped them on so that I couldn’t bend my legs. Finally a bar was strapped from my head to my ass. It was belted down with leather straps as well, one around my forehead and one around my waist with it being tied to the crossing bar holding my arms. The end result was that I couldn’t move my head, my body or my arms and legs. Aminda was being strapped up like I was.
When that was done they made us lie down on the carts on our backs. For the next two hours we were prepared as fruit and vegetable trays. Along my sides they glued these clear stiff runners that helped keep things from falling off. They went from my arm pits down to my hips. I ended up having all sorts of vegetables on me while Aminda was piled with fruit. A different vegetable dip was piled high on each of my tits and my belly button. It was a lot of it too, not just a thin layer. Aminda had different types of fruit dip on her tits and belly button.
When they were done, it was still a couple of hours before the party so they wheeled us on the carts into the refrigerator. With all of the cold fruit and dips on us, the added insult of being put in the refrigerator was pure torture. We didn’t dare move around and knock stuff off because we knew we would be severely punished. During the time, I shivered uncontrollably while I thought about the difference that the winners last year were treated with the way we were being treated. The only thing that I could guess was that Master Darrell and our other three masters and mistresses wanted to torture us. They couldn’t even let us enjoy our little victory. About fifteen minutes before the party was to start, the head chef came in and got me. He wheeled me out to the left front corner of the stage area. Chains were attached to my wrist and ankle cuffs. Then finally I was hoisted up off of the cart. My forearms were pulled up into a vertical position by the cuffs while the rest of my arms stayed straight out. My legs bent at the hips and were pulled straight up.
As a final touch, when they had me in the proper position they added a couple of candles. The first candle was an inch and a half in diameter and about eight inches long. One end had a wick in it and the other was molded into the shape of a cock. It was forced to the back of my mouth and just to the entrance of my throat. The second candle was an angled L shape with the lower leg of the L not quite horizontal. This candle was bigger and longer than the one in my mouth. The leg of the L was four inches long and also in the shape of a cock. It was two inches across. It leaned toward my head just enough so that the wax would fall off. With the way it was positioned, I figured that the wax would fall on my clit and pubic mound.
Aminda was trussed up the way that I was except to the right front of the stage area as you looked toward the stage. I guessed correctly that we weren’t going to be celebrating like they did last year. I had hoped for an even more lenient treatment than the girls last year got because we had won a lot more. It didn’t look like it was going to work out that way though.
We heard the sound of someone arriving into the room and shortly after that a chef came in and lit the candles. Just as soon as he left I began to feel the hot wax begin to drip down on my cunt and clit from the L shaped candle in my ass. I also soon felt the wax begin to drip down on my nose and around my mouth. It was then that I heard Master Darrell speak to us saying, “My, don’t my two sluts look delicious. I suppose you’re wondering why you aren’t going to be on display and allowed to enjoy this celebration of your victory. Well the simple answer is that you’ve had it too easy this year. On top of that, after the exemplary performance at the competition, I’m sure that you both think that you are something else and feeling quite proud of yourself. Well get that thought out of your head. You are a slave and the only thing expected from you is perfection. Anything less is substandard performance and means that you need to be punished. Both of you are nothing but pain toys for Mistress Tyree, Master and Mistress Jenson and myself. As such, you exist first and foremost for masters and mistresses to hurt and abuse you and take their pleasure from you. Whether you get any pleasure is of no consequence to us. Now here are the rules for the night. For every vegetable or piece of fruit that ends up on the floor, you will receive five stripes from the whip. Believe me that I expect that you will end up with quite a bit on the floor. If none land on the floor, you will receive five from every master or mistress attending. Throughout the celebration, all who are attending the party are allowed to come up and take their pleasure from you in any way they want. I expect you to take it like the little pain toys that you are. Just be glad you aren’t the main show for tonight. That honor will go to puntapet and her daughter. It ought to be a good show.”
Master Darrell then turned and talked to Mistress Baybee asking, “Do you have puntapet’s trainer dressed up as I asked for tonight’s show?”
Mistress Baybee was quick to respond saying, “He’s getting dressed in his tux now. He has had quite a day putting puntapet through her paces. She has been told that he is the master of one of the pony girls who died in the competition in Europe. He has been training her to haul a heavy wagon all day and has been using the whip liberally. I made sure that fyre informed her of his “desire” to take her back home and torture her to a slow and painful death over several months. She also told her that she would talk to me about arranging for her to stay here. Her daughter has spent the day training on one of my drudge ponies and will be able to use the tools and implements that are provided. I think everything is set up now for what you have in mind for the show.”
Master Darrell and Mistress Baybee turned and walked away then and I didn’t here any more of their conversation. It wasn’t more than ten minutes later that the serving girls were let in. They were trussed up with the trays like we were last year. Valerie was one of them too. I saw her out of the corner of my eyes and could see that she had been crying. I think she was coming to realize that she had been taken out of the frying pan and thrown into the fire. At least her previous master only fucked and raped her. He never tortured her and she had obviously been whipped a lot during the day. I’m sure that most of it occurred while she was training on the equipment in the stall.
Precisely when the clock chimed seven in the evening, the guests began to arrive. By eight pm, there were over 60 guests in attendance. Over three fourths of them were masters or mistresses. They had a grand time taking their drinks, veggies and fruit from the serving girls and us. We were all being fucked routinely and I felt stuff falling off of me left and right throughout the night. When they wanted to fuck me, they would pull the candle out of my ass and make me hold it in one of my hands while they fucked either my ass or cunt. If they wanted to fuck my throat they would take the one out of my mouth and make me hold it. It was rare that I didn’t have a cock in my ass, cunt or mouth, sometimes two at the same time. Whenever they finished fucking one of my holes, they replaced the candles.
The party had been going on for two hours when Mistress Baybee stepped up on the stage and asked for everyone’s attention. When everything was quiet and all were watching her she said, “Thank you all for coming and helping us celebrate our great victory at the pony girl competition this year. It has been by far the best showing that the Baybee ranch has had in its history. This was all thanks to our pony girls blondie and blondiespony. These two pony girls were sent to us from Clearview School in Washington, USA. It is a slave and Dom training school first and foremost. They are the ones that can take credit for instilling the self discipline that these two ponies displayed. I and my trainers just taught them the skills they needed. It is to my utter regret that I am going to be losing the two ponies to their rightful masters and mistresses. I have tried many times over to purchase them from their owners and have been turned down at every turn. I would highly recommend that if you haven’t met them already, that you greet Masters Darrell and Keith and Mistresses Tyree and Jenny. They will be standing next to their respective ponies after the show this evening. That brings us to the entertainment for tonight. As most of you know, there was a bit of excitement at the games this year. The master and trainer that were most guilty of the infraction have been dealt with but puntapet and her daughter have not. As you know, a slave of a master that has been sanctioned must be punished as well, whether they were guilty of a crime or not. In this case puntapet stayed quiet, knowing full well that her husband and master were responsible for the maiming and murder of other pony girls. Because one of the pony girls that were injured was blondie, I have extended the invitation to their owners to execute the punishment. They have agreed to let Master Darrell be the punisher of honor. I turn the rest of tonight’s entertainment over to Master Darrell.”
The room erupted in applause as Master Darrell stepped up onto the stage. He turned toward them and bowed. When he stood back up he raised his arms in front of him and waved them in a downward motion to get them to quiet down. I noticed that in front of the stage, dead center was a huge man dressed in a tuxedo. He looked to be over six foot five inches tall and had to weigh every bit of 300 pounds, all of it solid muscle. He was definitely a giant of a man. He was also one of the ugliest men I have ever seen with a face that was pitted and scarred all over. He had a perpetual frown on his face and when he smiled it looked to be pure evil. I just knew that this was puntapet’s trainer.
Master Darrell finally announced, “Bring the slaves to the stage now please.”
The next thing I heard was the crack of a whip and a shrill scream coming from back stage. Puntapet came stumbling out onto the stage. She had heavy steel shackles on her wrists and ankles and a thick steel collar on. There was a Chain that connected her ankles and limited how she walked, causing her to shuffle along. Her wrist cuffs were attached to the collar by a short heavy chain so that her hands were on either side of her head. She was made to move up to the center of the stage and stand about five feet back from the front of the stage.
Several slaves brought out a table and set it up in front of her and began to lay out torture equipment on it. While they were doing that, one of them disconnected her wrist cuffs from the collar and hooked them together. They lowered a cable from the ceiling and hooked it through the chain and began to lift her up. They didn’t stop until her feet were about six inches off of the floor. They were just finishing everything up when Valerie was brought to the front of the stage and made to stand next to her mother. The tray had been taken away, but she still had the clamps on her nipples and she had a harness on that held in a dildo in her cunt and ass.
When the slaves were done setting things up, one handed a control to Master Darrell and then they all left the stage. When they were gone, Master Darrell stood in front of the two to be punished and said loud enough for all to hear, “Puntapet, you have been found guilty of failing to inform the masters of the ceremony of illegal acts committed by your master and trainer, acts that you had knowledge of and would benefit from. As your master and trainer have received the death sentence, your ownership is now in question. Because one of her ponies was injured, Mistress Baybee has laid claim to you. But one of the Masters of a pony girl in Europe that died because of their handiwork has demanded that you be turned over to him. Mistress Baybee was able to talk him into agreeing to let you be tortured severely, just short of death, with the proviso that he be allowed to torture you, which he has spent the better part of the day doing and that your daughter must torture you to his satisfaction. She was an innocent victim in all of this and is only here because of your actions. You, puntapet, will convince your daughter to torture you or we will turn you back over to Master Rauthschnell to do with as he pleases. Before you do though, I want you to look at him directly so that you know who he is. He is the man in the front wearing a tuxedo. Now I leave it to you to convince your daughter, and I do want everyone in this room to hear you begging her to torture you with everything that is on this table. Now get on with it.”
When Master Darrell told her to look at her trainer who was dressed up in the tux, she immediately recognized him as the one who had been torturing her all day. She let out a despairing moan saying “NOoooo. Not him. I’ll do anything, I beg you. Don’t turn me over to him.”
Master Darrell answered, “You know what to do. You must convince her and to convince her to do it without mercy or let up.”
Puntapet shook her head repeating “No…no…no…no…please god no…”
Master Darrell grabbed Valerie and undid her belt. He pulled out the normal dildo in her ass. He then pulled out of his pocket a silver training dildo. He said loud enough for everyone to hear, “Being as you are so stubborn, I’ll give you a little motivation along with your little girl. This is a heat sensitive dildo. We use it to train our slave’s cunt and ass muscles. It has the ability to provide a shock from mild to severe, vibrate and my favorite feature, when it slips out of her cunt or upon a signal it extends out these nice spikes that let the slave know she has failed. Your daughter will now be wearing one of these. She will receive shocks periodically throughout your punishment. The level that she is shocked at depends on how hard and vicious she punishes you. If we get to the point where your daughter experiences the pins, you will automatically be turned over to Master Rauthschnell and your fate will be out of our hands. If she does a good enough job, she will only receive the more pleasurable shocks. Now before you start, I want you to experience what this dildo can do to your daughter. You will experience the highest shock setting and then the pins. That way, you will know what you are forcing your daughter to experience if you don’t succeed in convincing her to torture you without mercy.”
Master Darrell stepped up to puntapet and forced the dildo in her cunt. He stepped back and pulled the control out of his pocket. He turned the control knob to 10 and then hit the button. She screamed loud and long as he let the powerful current flow through her. After about 30 seconds he turned it off. He turned the knob one more setting and pushed the button. The pins extended and punctured her vaginal walls. She screamed and brought her knees up, trying to get into a fetal position as she hung there. She was too exhausted though and her legs quickly fell back down as she screamed in agony. Master Darrell stepped up to her and reached down to her cunt. He found the release switch on the base of the dildo and flipped it, retracting the pins. He pulled the dildo out of her cunt and then held it in front of her mouth to clean off. She opened her mouth so he could insert it and sucked it clean.
Master Darrell went back to Valerie with the clean dildo and knelt down in front of her. He reached in and began playing with her clit, pinching and rubbing it. When she was close to cumming he rammed the dildo into her cunt hard and began to fuck it in and out. When he saw that she was on the edge of cumming he forced it all of the way in and then hit the shock button on the five setting. Valerie was sent into a strong orgasm at the first signs of the shock and screamed out her pleasure because it took her by surprise. As she was shaking from her orgasm, Master Darrell pulled the straps back into place and buckled them up. When he was done he stood up and turned Valerie to face her mother.”
Puntapet was in near hysterics and was crying in real fear. She had spent the better part of the day being tortured by the man they pointed out and now to find that he wanted to take possession of her and torture her to death shocked her to the core. She would do or tolerate just about anything to keep away from him. Especially after what fyre had told her about him. She had no idea that this was all a set up for the entertainment of the masters and mistresses.
Puntapet finally looked at Valerie and said, “Do it Valerie. You have to torture me. I couldn’t stand to go with Master Rauthschnell and be tortured to death. It would be a slow and painful death. At least if you do a good job of torturing me here, I will be able to live and share a bit of your life, such as it is. Please do all of the things they showed you. Do them to the best of your ability. I beg you to please not let them take me away to kill me. I beg you, please.”
Puntapet broke down into heart rending sobs at that point. You could tell she feared going with Master Rauthschnell more than any torture she might receive. She just didn’t know that it really didn’t matter in the end as she would be put into his hands at the end of the show anyway, just that she wouldn’t be tortured to death. Her punishment would be over tonight, but she would live with severe pain for the rest of her life.
Valerie looked at her mother and had tears streaming down her face. She had been shaking her head no through most of her mother’s begging.
Finally she said through her sobs, “I can’t do it mom. You have no idea what they want me to do to you. It’s horrible. I can’t do that to you. You would hate me for the rest of my life and I couldn’t stand that.”
Puntapet lifted her head and stared at her daughter with sad, tear filled eyes. With total despair in her voice and on her face she begged through her sobs, “You have to do it for me. ‘Sob…sob’ If you don’t do it you condemn me to death in an even more terrible way than the torture you give me tonight. ‘Sob…sob’ If you love me, you will do all of the terrible things they want you to do to me. ‘Sob…sob’
Valerie quietly gasped out, “But you’ll hate me for it momma. I couldn’t stand to spend the rest of my life having you hate me.”
Putapet’s face was a mask of emotional torture. She knew that the torture that was coming was going to be bad but she knew in her heart that it was certain death if Valerie didn’t do what she had been told to do. She was torn with the emotion of fearing what was to come now and even more fearful of what would come at the hands of the European Master. Finally she gained enough control to tell Valerie, “No matter how bad it is… ‘Sob…sob…’ I could never hate you. ‘Sob…sob…’ You are all that I have left in this world… ‘Sob…sob…’ I need you to help me live so I can continue to love you… ‘Sob…sob…’ Don’t let my screams and begging stop you… ‘Sob…sob…’ Do what they want to me… Pleeeaaasse… I love you.”
Valerie finally said quietly, “Okay” and took one long, sad look at Master Darrell as if to ask if she really had to but didn’t put any voice to the unasked question. Finally she took a deep breath and sighed, turning toward the table to get started. This would be the second time she used this equipment on a person. She had been forced to torture a girl that wasn’t more than a couple of years older than her earlier in the day. She had to be whipped over and over to be made to do some of the awful things. She could barely live with herself because of what they made her do to the girl. How could she live with herself after torturing her mother? But her mother was begging her to torture her and made it quite clear that she had to do exactly as she was told.
Tears in her eyes, the first thing Valerie went for was the spreader bar. She took it to her mother and attached one end to the shackle on her right foot and then onto the shackle on her left. She then extended the spreader bar to its maximum setting. She had to grab her mother by the thighs and pull them up, extending the spreader bar out until she was in a splits position. This exposed her cunt, clit and anus to whatever they wanted. It also limited how much that puntapet could move her legs. She further limited her mother’s movement by attaching a chain from her collar to a link on the center of the spreader bar so that her legs were held up so the bar went across her belly button. This had the effect of exposing her cunt, clit and ass hole. It also left her tits open for torture.
Valerie went back to the table and picked up a Scottish Taws. She returned and with a loud sobbing “Forgive me mother” she began to spank puntapet’s cunt with the Taws. Her first few strokes weren’t very hard and she received a medium level shock from the dildo in her cunt as a warning. She let out a little squeak of pain and the tears flowed more freely. Her very next stroke was with all of her strength. That seemed to be all that it took as she wailed into her mother’s cunt over and over. Her mother screamed terribly but did not beg for mercy. She had been subjected to torture like this before and knew how to concentrate to withstand it. If She knew what was coming she might not have been so strong.
After whipping her mother 50 times on her cunt and ass hole, Valerie laid the Taws back on the table. The next thing she picked up was a large dildo. This dildo was designed for one purpose and that was to inflict pain and suffering. It wasn’t its size that caused the suffering though. It was the pairs of rings spaced every inch along the shaft of the ten inch dildo. The dildo would go in easy enough, but when it was pulled out the rings would grab the flesh inside her cunt or ass and then pinch it. Doing this over and over would bruise and tenderize the inside lining of her cunt and if done long enough would eventually break the skin and cause bleeding and scarring.
Valerie strapped the dildo on and stepped up to her mother. As she did, her mother was lowered to the right height for her to fuck her. She slammed the dildo in with no preparation so that it would cause as much pain as possible. She proceeded to fuck her mother for ten minutes. At first her mother just grunted at the pain caused by the dildo. By the end of the first couple of minutes, the pain had increased so much that she was screaming almost continuously.
Valerie looked over at Master Darrell after about five minutes and he said, “Don’t look at me to see if it is enough. I’m not the one you have to please. Look to Master Rauthschnell. When he says it’s enough then you can move to the next step of the punishment.”
Valerie looked at the man they had said was Master Rauthschnell and he shook his head no. Valerie kept on pummeling her mother’s sore cunt as if her life depended on it. Valerie quickly realized that it wasn’t her life but her mother’s that depended on her doing this to his satisfaction so she put more energy into fucking her. After about eight minutes, the constant pinching finally did enough damage to start breaking skin and blood covered the dildo. Shortly after that, blood began to drip out of puntapet’s cunt. At the ten minute mark, Valerie looked for approval to stop and got it. She pulled the dildo out of her cunt for the last time and lowered it the short distance to her ass hole. She then proceeded to fuck her ass hole until it too bled as badly as her cunt did.
After she received approval from Master Rauthschnell to stop fucking her mother’s ass, Valerie pulled out. She took the dildo off of the harness and presented it to her mother’s mouth. She ordered, “You have to suck the dildo clean of your shit mother. I can’t move on until you do.”
Puntapet opened her mouth and sucked the dildo into her mouth. She used her tongue to lathe the dildo clean. It wasn’t but a few moments after she started sucking that Valerie began to force the dildo further and further into her mouth and throat. Finally with one hard push, the dildo was forced down her mother’s throat. Her mother’s eyes sprang open in panic as she was pinched in the mouth and throat for the first time. Valerie then proceeded to fuck her mouth and throat with the dildo. She didn’t stop until the lining of the tongue and throat were rubbed raw and bleeding as well. She left the dildo in her throat, blood dripping down off of her chin. One of the results of the pummeling of her throat with the dildo was that her vocal cords had been damaged so that she could no longer talk in anything more than a whisper.
Valerie turned back to the table and picked up the next two things on the table. One was a small nail file and the other a pair of needle nose pliers. She went back to her mother’s left foot. She grabbed it with her left hand so that she was holding her left big toe steady. She took the long nail file and forced the sharp tip under the toe nail. She pushed hard and moved it back and forth to separate the nail from the nail bed under it. If her mother didn’t have the dildo in her throat and her vocal cords damaged, the scream would have been long and loud. The pain was obvious on her face however.
Once Valerie had the nail loosened from the nail bed she used the pliers to grab the nail and rip it the rest of the way off. She then moved over to the other foot and repeated the process with the toe nail on her other big toe. When that toe nail had been ripped off, she returned to the table and took a red hot poker out of a brazier of hot coals. She went back to the first toe and stuck the hot tip of the rod against the bottom of the nail bed where the cells that produce the nail are. The result was that all of the cells were destroyed so that the toe nail wouldn’t grow back. Of course the other result was that her mother was experiencing excruciating pain which is what the audience wanted. The look of suffering on her mothers face was obvious to anyone watching.
Valerie was crying silently with tears streaming down her cheeks. She hated every second of what she was doing to her mother. She wouldn’t even look at her face any more because that was to emotionally painful for her and she was afraid she would stop what she was doing if she did. She repeated the process on her other toe, killing the nail bed there as well.
When she was done with that she returned to the table and picked up a needle, a pair of 4 gauge rings, the largest they had available. They were made of stainless steel. She also picked up what looked like a pair of large cable cutters, only this pair was specially designed so that the ring could be put in them and squeezed shut. One end of the ring was hollow while the other was pointed to fit into the hollow. Once it was forced in far enough, it would lock and be permanent unless it was cut off with a pair of bolt cutters.
Valerie returned to her mother’s left foot. She took the large needle and centered it on the burnt nail bed and pushed the pin down and through. Her mother tensed up and would have been screaming if not for the dildo. Before pulling the pin all of the way through, she put the hollow end of the ring on the top and pushed with that so that the ring went through her big toe. She turned the ring so that the open end was facing out. She repeated the process on the other toe. Before she closed the rings, she went back to the table and came back with a chain that was long enough so that if her mother was standing and the chain was connected it would come up to her clit. The length had been measured during her punishment earlier in the day. Valerie returned to her mother and inserted the link of one end of the chain into the open ring of her left toe. She picked up the modified bolt cutters and closed the ring. She put the other end of the chain in the ring on the other toe and closed it too.
Valerie put the modified bolt cutters down and kneeling in front of her mother, she leaned in and sucked on her swollen clit. Her mother’s entire pelvic area was a dark red color from all of the punishment with the Taws. It was extremely sensitive and after just a few sucks, her mother came and came hard. Her entire body shook from the orgasm that flowed through her.
Valerie kept on sucking until she was sure that she had her clit as large as it would get. Then she bit down hard and shook her head back and forth over and over until her clit was raw and bleeding, causing unbearable pain to her mother. Her mother finally passed out from the abuse.
Valerie went back to the table and picked up another ring like the ones now in her toes and a needle out of the brazier. She also picked up an ammonia capsule. She returned to her mother and broke the capsule under her nose. When her mother was awake, she said through her tears, “I’m sorry mother”. She then knelt down and aligned the hot needle of the pin about a quarter of an inch to one side of her clit. She made sure she had it perfectly horizontal and pushed it through. She pushed it down at first and then through the base of her clit just below the surface and then back up and out the other side about a quarter of an inch on the other side. She had, had to do this four times to get it right on the girl she tortured earlier in the day. Once the needle was through, she put the hollow end of the ring against the blunt end of the needle and pushed it the rest of the way through. She turned the open end of the ring outward. She then pulled up the center link of the chain attached to her toes and put it in the ring before she closed it. Now every time her mother would take a step, no matter how big, it would pull hard on her clit and cause her a mix of pleasure and pain.
Valerie went back to the table and put the equipment back that she had just used. She picked up the Taws again and returned to her mother. She proceeded to paddle each of her mother’s tits with the Taws, focusing half of the strokes on her nipples. She didn’t stop until she had paddled each tit 50 times. By the time she was done her tits were a deep red and her nipples were swollen to twice the size they normally would be when she was excited.
After whipping her tits, Valerie leaned in and began to suck and chew on her nipples. She would bite hard and shake her head back and forth like she did on her clit. She didn’t stop until she had both nipples raw and bleeding. She went back to the table and picked up a needle, two rings and the modified bolt cutters. She returned to her mother and took her left nipple between her teeth and pulled back. Straining to watch what she was doing from such a close proximity she lined up the needle with the edge of the areole and pushed it through until the point came out on the edge of the other side. She put the ring on the needle and pushed it through leaving the open part of the ring facing outward. She repeated the process on the right nipple.
When both nipples were done, Valerie went to the table and picked up the chain that was there. She returned and locked each end of the chain into the rings. Valerie took the equipment back to the table and set it down. She returned to her mother and grabbed the end of the dildo in her throat and pulled it out, making sure to fuck it in and out repeatedly as she pulled it out. She knew this was just adding insult to injury and causing more pain to her mother. She finally pulled the dildo out and returned to the table. She started to put the blood and saliva covered dildo on the table until she remembered the punishment she received during her training earlier. She took the dildo and licked it clean of all of the blood and saliva. She inspected the dildo extra carefully to make sure she got it completely clean and then laid it on the table.
Valerie picked up another hot needle, ring and a pair of locking pliers along with the modified bolt cutters. She returned to her mother. She laid the modified bolt cutters on the floor until she needed them. The pin was in the way as well so she stuck it in her mom’s left tit until she needed it. The ring she held on her little finger as she reached in and grabbed her mother’s raw and bloody tongue and pulled it out. She locked the pliers onto the last half inch at the end of her tongue and pulled out as far as she could. She took the needle and lined it up a half inch in front of the pliers in the center of her tongue and pushed the still hot needle through. Valerie could feel more than hear the scream coming from her mother’s throat from the pain. She pushed the needle through with the hollow end of the pin and turned the open space outward. She reached down to the chain connecting her mom’s tits and pulled upward. The chain, by design, only came up to her mom’s chin. Valerie pulled down with the pliers until she could connect the chain with the open ring. Once they were connected, Valerie picked up the modified bolt cutters and closed the ring. Her mother’s head was now bent downwards, and her tongue extended out of her mouth because of the chain. To lift her head to look at someone it would pull her tits up and hurt her tongue. She could also pull her tongue into her mouth, which she would have to do to keep it moistened, at the expense of more pain to her tongue. It would be a constant torture to her. It was guaranteed now that she would experience pain with almost every movement.
Valerie went back to the table and picked up a long skewer that had a ring on one side and was threaded on the pointed end just past the point. Valerie went up to her mother’s right tit and leaned in to bite the nipple. She latched onto it hard and pulled back until her tit was pulled out into a cone shape. She aligned the skewer on the right side of her tit at the base so that it was centered top to bottom. She pushed the skewer through until it poked through the opposite side at the base. Valerie screwed a ring on the end so that the ring on either side was flush with the skin of the tit. She repeated the process on the left side going from the outside to the inside.
When she was done inserting the skewers, Valerie returned to the table and picked up one last chain. This chain had a single open link on one end and the other end was connected to the center of another chain. At each end of that chain was a shorter chain that had an open ring on each end. Valerie connected these open ends with the ring on each end of the skewers. Then she pulled the other end of the chain down so that the open link was able to connect to the ring in her clit. She squeezed all of the rings closed with the modified bolt cutters. The thing with this chain was that it was made so that her mother wouldn’t be able to stand up straight without inflicting pain on both her clit and tits.
Valerie left the modified bolt cutters on the floor under her mother and returned to the table. She picked up a large butt plug that at it’s widest was five inches in diameter and at its most narrow three. She wondered how her mother would be able to fit that into her ass. The butt plug had a long black tail out of the end and a chain of the same gage attached to one side of it. Valerie stepped up to her mother and saying, “Forgive me mother” forced the butt plug up against her mother’s asshole. Even after the reaming that her ass took, it was hard to get the plug to go in.
Valerie stopped pushing and pulled the plug away. She had hoped she wouldn’t have to do this but there was no way to avoid it without causing permanent damage to her mother’s ass. She hadn’t lubricated the girl’s ass she tortured that morning and she ended up splitting her rectum. She leaned in and began to tongue her mother’s ass hole, making sure to provide a lot of spit for lubrication. She hoped that the extra lubrication would keep the same thing from happening to her mother. She knew that the masters and mistresses watching would enjoy seeing her debase herself like this. When she was sure she had enough spit there to ease passage of the butt plug she again put it against her ass hole and pushed it hard. She had to struggle hard to get it to go in but it at least didn’t tear her open like it had the earlier girl.
Valerie was really struggling with the abuse she was putting on her mother. She had been silently crying the whole time. She was finally at the point where she could no longer cry but that didn’t stop the emotional turmoil that she was going through. Now that she had connected all of the chains, there was one final torture to do before she released her mother for her walk of shame. She returned to the table and the brazier. She pulled out the one with one on the handle and walked back to her mother. She pushed the end onto the top of her mother’s right tit and held it as her tit flesh sizzled and burned until it cooled down. Her mother would have been screaming if she had a voice left to scream with. She passed out before Valerie removed the branding iron. When she pulled it away it read ‘HORSE’S’.
Valerie returned the branding iron to the table and picked up an ammonia capsule. She broke it under her mother’s nose and as her mother woke up she told her mother, “I’m sorry. I would leave you out for this but they won’t let me.” She went back to the table and grabbed the second branding iron. She returned and pushed it against her left tit. After it sizzled and burnt her tit flesh until the iron cooled, she removed it. It read ‘ASS-SLUT’. Valerie hadn’t expected that. The one this morning had said ‘CUNT-SLUT’.
The next brand was much larger. Valerie took it out of the brazier and returned to her mother. She reached around her mother with her left arm to steady her and pushed the red hot branding iron on her mother’s stomach, centered on her bellybutton. She held it there as her mother squirmed, trying to get away from the hot burning iron. When she finally pulled the cool iron away, the brand read ‘PROPERTY OF BAYBEE RANCH’.
Valerie put the brand on the table and went back to her mother. She disconnected the chain from the collar to the spreader bar. Her mother’s legs fell down and pulled hard on her clit and tits, causing her untold pain. Valerie then removed the spreader bar from her ankles and placed it on the table. She picked up a cat-o-nine tails and turned and waited while they lowered her mother down. Her mother was extremely weak from the torture she had just been put through by her daughter and could not stand on her own.
Valerie walked up to her mother and took off the hook to her wrist chains. She allowed her mom’s hands to go down in front of her. As she undid her mother she explained, “This next part is going to be hard. I have to whip you as you walk off the stage and through the room so that the master’s and mistresses can examine the chains. I’m sure they will not make it easy on you. They will be able to fuck you in any way they want. We will stop last in front of Master Rauthschnell and he will declare his verdict. I don’t know what will happen after that. Please forgive me.”
Horse’s ass-slut tried to talk but had no voice left. She ended up mouthing ‘I do’ while she shook her head yes. Valerie went behind her and then started whipping her back with the cat. As she did she said loud enough for the audience to hear, “We are going to walk around the room for the pleasure of the masters and mistresses. They may fuck you and play with you in any manner they like, short of permanently maiming you or mortally injuring you. Those of you who are too impatient to wait for horse’s ass-slut may use our fruit and veggie girls for their pleasure providing that they aren’t permanently marked. I…I…I…If horse’s ass slut is being used then I…I…I too am available for your use. Now move it slut and go off of the stage to your right.”
Horse’s ass-slut was bent over because of the chains attached to her most sensitive organs. She cringed in pain with every step she took both from the pulling on her new piercings and from Valerie whipping her. Valerie followed her mother, whipping her as she went. They left the stage and turned toward the center of the room. She was stopped right in front of me by a master. He reached out and grabbed the chain between her nipples and her tongue and pulled her down. He forced his cock down her raw throat and fucked her without mercy. The pain from pulling her down by the chain was nothing compared to the pain in her throat from the fucking. The guys cock was a huge 12 inches long and at least two and a half inches wide. While he fucked her throat, Valerie continued to whip her back with the cat.
People started to move toward the action. It wasn’t but a couple of moments later that I felt the candle being removed from my ass. The guy fucking me took his free hand and wiped the dip that was on my tits off in one wide sweep from left to right. He knocked off a bunch of the veggies as well when he did it. I soon felt his cock being forced up my ass. He started fucking me with a passion and while he did he tilted the candle so that the hot wax would land on my nipples. I screamed from around the candle in my mouth from the pain. At least it didn’t hurt as bad as the hot wax that had been dripping on my clit while the candle was in my ass. I do know that there were a few that went over to Aminda but the majority of the crowd was migrating to our side of the stage.
As soon as the guy came in horse’s ass-slut’s mouth, he pulled out and the crowd parted to allow her to get a little further out into the center of the room. Valerie continued to whip her as she moved. She made it about a third of the way out to the center when a master and a mistress stepped in front of her and stopped her by grabbing the chain between her tits and clit and yanking her down until she was on her hands and knees. The master moved behind her and as he did, Valerie stopped whipping her mother. She was actually glad that she no longer had to punish her mother, even if it was for a short while. She watched as the mistress stepped up and forced her chained tongue into her cunt.
As Valerie stood there and watched the guy came in my ass and pulled out. He slammed the candle back in and left. As he did, a master came up behind Valerie and pushed her on the shoulders as he ordered her to bend over. When Valerie was bent over, the guy removed her harness holding her cunt and ass dildos in, taking them out along with it. He lined up his cock with her ass and forced his way into her. He ordered her to pass him the whip, which she gladly did by reaching back with her right hand to give it to him. He began to whip her back with every inward thrust. This caused her to scream in pain. This was happening within an arms reach to my side and he glanced over to see that I wasn’t involved at all. He swung the whip and began to whip me every other time. It hurt like hell and I screamed in pain in counterpoint to Valerie’s. Unfortunately the whip knocked most of the remaining veggies off of me. At a rate of five swats of the whip per piece, I was definitely going to be whipped a lot before the end of the evening.
The action never moved from that spot. For the next couple of hours, horse’s ass slut, Valerie and my self were the focus of the orgy. We were fucked in all of our holes except for Valerie’s mom. Her ass was too stretched from the huge butt plug that was there. Horse’s ass-slut groaned in severe pain from the pummeling her cunt and throat were taking. They were already raw from the torture session so it didn’t take long for a bloody mix of cum and blood began to dribble out of her cunt and throat. Valerie was fucked severely as well though her cunt, ass and throat were in much better shape than her mothers. She took it in all three of her holes, several times at the same time.
I too was fucked and tortured with the hot wax and the flame of the candle. It started with the third guy. He pulled the candle out of my ass. He wanted to use my cunt to fuck me but it was sealed closed because of all of the cooled wax on it. He held the flame of the candle close enough for the wax to melt. It hurt like hell and I screamed in agony as the heat gave me a first degree burn but he never held it close enough to actually damage the skin. It was like having a severe sunburn except it was on my cunt lips. The worst part was when he started fucking me. He then held the flame close to my nipples causing them to get burnt as well. When he had them good and sore, he put the candle in my hand and began to pinch and twist my burned nips. I screamed in agony as he pummeled my cunt.
The next thing I knew, the candle in my mouth was being taken out and a cock was being forced into my throat. I could see out of the corner of my eyes that the master that was fucking Valerie’s ass reached over to get the candle. He took the candle and held it under her small tits and let the flame heat them up like mine were done. He didn’t stop until she was screaming in agony from the flame. After he had both of her breasts nice and sore from first degree burns, he slipped his cock out of her cunt. He held the candle close to her cunt and began to create a first degree burn on her cunt and clit. Her screams from before were nothing compared to what she was doing then.
After the master fucking Valerie was satisfied with his work, he handed the candle to the master that was fucking horse’s ass-slut. This master had a much more sadistic streak in him. He took the candle and held the flame under the chain about an inch from her tits. As the link in the chain heated up it transferred the heat to the ring and then to her tit. He didn’t let up until there was blistering where the ring exited her areola on either side. Then he did the same with other tit, then her tongue, her clit and finally the skewers at the base of her tits. By the time he was done, Valerie’s mother was in extreme agony from the new burns that were added to her other tortures. With all of the masters and mistresses grabbing her chains to cause her pain, the blisters from the burns were soon broken and the rings were pulling against the raw layer of skin beneath the blister. She was in sheer agony for the rest of the night.
Aminda got a lucky break and was only occasionally fucked. Very little of the fruit that she had on her was left and most of it was consumed with just a very few pieces hitting the floor. She couldn’t turn her head to see what was going on but she could feel from me the pain that I was going through and she thought loving thoughts to me. It helped me to zone out and ignore the pain.
The abuse of horse’s ass-slut lasted for two more hours before everything finally stopped for about five minutes. Master Darrell got up on stage and ordered, “Take horse’s ass-slut to Master Rauthschnell for her final judging.”
Valerie stood up, covered in cum from head to foot. She was handed her whip and she didn’t have to be told what to do. She started whipping her mother’s back as she struggled to get back on her two feet. She didn’t have the strength to stand anymore and kept falling down. Because she didn’t move, Valerie started being whipped by Master Darrell. Valerie screamed in surprised pain from the first strike of the whip. She got angry at her mother. She had been fucked worse than she ever had been before and now she was being whipped because her mother was too lazy to get up on her own two feet. Valerie finally got fed up and yelled, “Just crawl to him you slut”.
Horse’s ass-slut had quit crying from the pain half way through the orgy. This insult from her own flesh and blood hit her hard emotionally though. She began crying as she crawled to the front of the stage where the so called Master Rauthschell was standing. He hadn’t participated in the festivities because he was a slave of Mistress Baybee but he had watched the whole thing. Valerie’s mother crawled in front of him and immediately bent down and began to kiss his feet while she was on all fours. This was the moment of truth for her and she wanted to show him all due respect to try and gain favor with him.
The slave acting as Master Rauthschnell reached down and grabbed for the chain that was attached to her tongue. He pulled up on the chain with a slow, firm pressure giving time for horse’s ass-slut to get her feet under her and stand up. When she was finally standing, he took his time in testing all of the new piercings by yanking on the chains. He saw that she was screaming even though no sound was coming out. He made sure that the pain she received was extreme from his yanking. He kept it up until she collapsed at his feet and doubled up in a fetal position to try and protect her most sensitive organs. It did little good because he had a hold of the long body chain connected to the skewers and her clit. He kept yanking until he was satisfied that she could take no more.
When he had a totally exhausted horse’s ass-slut on the ground in front of him, Master Rauthschnell reached into his pocket and took out a chain link leash. He attached it to the center link of the chain connecting her nipples and her tongue. He then announced, “You all have given this slut a nice start on her path to redemption but it is not enough. I will take this slut with me and if she survives until my anger is slaked then I will return her. I wouldn’t count on that happening though.”
The slave acting as Master Rauthschnell turned and started to walk out slowly. Horse’s ass-slut had no choice but to follow. Valerie’s mouth opened in shock at first. Here she had tortured her mother to within an inch of her life to keep her from being killed and now she was being taken away by the very man they were trying to keep her from. When it finally sank in she yelled at the top of her voice in a panicked scream, “No, ‘Sob…sob…’ you can’t take her. ‘Sob…sob…’ We punished her ‘Sob’ like you wanted. ‘Sob…sob…’ Don’t take my mother and kill her. ‘Bwaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhh’
Valerie fell to her knees wracked in heart breaking sobs as she just knew that her mother was being taken to her death. The last memory that she would ever have of her mother would be of her torturing her to within an inch of her life. She could never forgive herself. She just gave up and curled up in a fetal position and cried. Her trainer came in, attached a collar and a leash on her and tried to get her to get up. It soon became obvious that she wasn’t going to move. He got the cat and began to whip her and she still didn’t move. She just cried in heart rending sobs. Finally he bent down and picked up the small girl, threw her over his shoulder and carried her out and to the stalls. She was broken of any spirit that she may have had left and that had been the goal from the start. She would be much more trainable now because she had nothing else to live for.
Master Darrell got up on stage and announced, “I think we have had a wonderful celebration party tonight and we now have one final event before we end the evening’s activities. I know that you are all fucked out and some of you are ready to go. You may if you wish but for the final part of the celebration, our two winning ponies will be hoisted up here on stage and available for you to whip. They were originally told that they would be whipped for every piece of fruit or vegetable that ended up on the floor. If we did that, blondie’s pony would end up here all night and blondie would hardly be touched. The two are inseparable anyway so I’ve decided that everyone that wants can come up and give each of the pony girls, five stripes of the whip, cane or other implement of your choice. You may whip them any where that is available below the neckline. You may not use anything that would break their skin however. You may all now have a go at our winning pony girls.”
While Master Darrell was speaking, we were disconnected from the lines holding us suspended. We had the braces removed and shackles but on our wrists. We were then hung up side by side so that our shoulders were touching. We spent the next hour being whipped, caned and paddled by all types of implements. Many times while Aminda was being whipped, the strikes would hit me and I know the same was true when I was whipped. Shortly after the first hour passed, I passed out.
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Michelle stopped telling the story when she noticed that Mistress Sarah was starting to fall asleep. She knew that her mistress would be upset if she continued while she slept. Aminda put the recorder away while Michelle got up and went down to be the one to spend the night with Tom and Nancy. After a good whipping session from the two adults, she climbed in bed with them and enjoyed a good three way with them. She got into a 69 with Nancy and while Tom fucked Nancy, she licked and sucked on their joined cunt and cock. Nancy focused all of her attention on licking and sucking Michelle to a good orgasm.
Upstairs with Sarah, Aminda climbed into the bed and cuddled with her mistress and went to sleep a satisfied slave. Across the hall, Tina and Geri were spending yet another night together. Tina figured that her daughters were old enough to take care of themselves occasionally. If she knew what was going on she might have rethought that opinion but that was something she would not know for a couple of months yet.
Emotionally, Tina and Geri were fast falling in love with one another and had even been talking about becoming a couple. They knew that their current employer would have no problem accepting them and based on what they were being told, they figured they had several years of employment with them if all of the injured women they were told about were brought to the estate. Both of them had begun to be very accepting of the odd lifestyle that was developing on the Warren estate. After several rounds of bringing each other to cum after cum, the two finally fell into a tired but restful sleep.
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