"When are you going to have her
fucked?" asked Janina lazily.
Ira removed her mouth from Janina's left
nipple, which she had been gently nuzzling, and replied equally lazily. "Oh,
not for a long while yet. There's a lot to be done first. For a start, she's
got to be taught to behave herself ... and she's got to learn lots of little
"Like sucking Buster's cock, for
example," smiled Janina.
"That, amongst other things," said
Ira. Her mouth went back to Janina's breast and her tongue flickered. Both
girls were lying naked on Ira's huge bed, having just completed a very
passionate love session.
The object of their discussion, equally
naked, knelt in one corner of the room, nose to the floor, hindquarters raised
high. This was Virginia Faversham, Ira's recently acquired slave. She was
trembling. The bottom that was so immodestly raised was bright red in colour. This
was because, a little earlier in the day, Ira had laid the back of a hairbrush
on it for some considerable time ... for some minor indiscretion whilst
Virginia had been waiting on her new Mistress.
Not that Virginia yet thought of Ira in that
fashion. She was new to slavery and simply thought of Ira as an inhuman,
perverted monster. She still could not credit what had happened to her and what
was still happening to her. The memory of being stripped by those Negroes, and
then having her bottom smacked by them, was still hideously vivid. Even more
vivid was the memory of her first caning. Twenty-four agonising strokes. That
was because she had lost control and tried to attack Ira. She had been secured
to a curving block and Ira and Janina had thrashed her in turn.
It was unbelievable that such things could
happen. Yet happen they did, and that made Virginia realise that Ira was not simply
trying to frighten her. What she said, she meant. It was terrifying. The degree
of abject servility of Ira's other slaves was incredible to see. Astonishing! No
wonder Virginia (or Virgin, as Ira had now cutely re-named her) was trembling. She
was aware that, though she endured horrors, far greater horrors lay ahead. And
there was no way of avoiding them; no means of escape. One day, she thought,
shedding tears of self-pity, I shall be like those other slaves. Crawling,
grovelling, slobbering in servility, submitting to whatever bestiality was
demanded of her. To be dead and in hell would seem to be preferable.
From the bed, Ira glanced at the latest
acquisition and was well pleased. This well-bred, arrogant woman had a superb
body. She was going to give her, and Janina, so much pleasure. They hadn't
really begun on her yet. On the other hand, as Ira had told Janina, she wasn't
going to hurry things. The pleasures were going to be on-going as Virgin went,
step by step, down into the basest slavery.
Quietly, Ira slid off the bed, taking with
her a long, whippy cane which was lying by her side. Equally silently, she
padded across the carpet to the kneeling figure. Then, with remorseless vigour,
she lashed the cane across the reddened buttocks up-thrust towards her. Once,
"Keep that backside HIGH, slave!"
she bellowed above Virginia's gasping shrieks of pain.
Virginia jerked up in shock, writhing with
agony, her hands clamping to the stinging weals which had just been raised. Ira's
teeth bared in cruel delight. "Hands away!" she barked. "You
know that's not allowed, slave. So you're going to get those two strokes
"Uuurrff ... uuurrff ..." sobbed
Virginia. "O-ohhh ... h-have m-mercy ..."
"Get your backside up, slave. To the
maximum. AT ONCE. Or I'll have you over a Punishment Block and give you a
"O-ohh ... p-please ... oohhh ...
p-please ..." sobbed Virginia. Her mind was in a turmoil, yet she was
aware that Ira truly meant what she said. Thus, groaning, Virginia forced
herself to thrust her hindquarters high again. Her soft, lush nates were
clenching and unclenching with dread.
"Higher than that - to the
maximum," rasped Ira.
Virginia tried to achieve the impossible in
the way of thrusting. She was driven by sheer terror.
Then two more vicious strokes lashed across
her tormented flesh. Virginia gasped and shrieked, squirming and kicking down
to the floor, only just managing to check herself clasping her bottom again.
"Get it up ... up ... up!" demanded
Ira relentlessly. This was just a minor piece of discipline, yet she was
enjoying it enormously. She watched with happy satisfaction as that beautifully
curvaceous bottom came thrusting high ... seeing it flinch and twitch with
dread. Virgin was learning, she reflected, but still had a long way to go. Ira
padded back to the bed and into Janina's arms.
"When I say I want a backside high, I
mean it," she sighed.
"Of course, of course," agreed
Janina, kissing her on the mouth. She gazed at the four purplish twin-tracked
weals which now lay over the reddened buttock flesh. They must hurt. A lot, she
thought with cruel satisfaction. Later that day she intended to find an excuse
to cane her own personal slave, Teresa. That wouldn't be difficult.
Janina slid down and began to nuzzle Ira's
breasts, just as Ira had done to her. They were lovely breasts. She was very
fond of them.
"I'm mapping out a little training
programme," said Ira.
"I think we'll start by making her
tongue us," went on Ira.
"Mmmm ... lovely idea ..."
"I don't think she'll take kindly to
"No ... I guess not."
The trembling, weeping figure in the corner
heard it all, as she was meant to. I won't be able to do that, Virginia told
herself. I just couldn't. It would be too revolting. Against every fibre of her
being. No ... no ... no ... it was not possible.
Bottom thrusting high, as it must, Virginia
wept even more bitterly.
Why did not some Divine Being strike those
two inhuman she-devils dead?
In due time Manuel, one of Ira's two male
slaves, was summoned and ordered to take Virginia back to her cell and chain
her up. Manuel, a virile young Argentinian, did not look too displeased at the
"Chain her so that she has to stand on
"Yes, Miss," Manuel acknowledged
respectfully. He buckled a leather collar about Virginia's neck and picked up
the length of chain attached to it. "Come along, Miss Faversham," he
said, "time to take a little rest in your cell."
Ira and Janina smiled happily as Virginia was
led out, still weeping uncontrollably.
"I bet Manuel has a good feel
round," said Janina.
"I'm sure he does. That's why I get
Manuel or Jose to fetch and carry. They can't do more than feel, though."
Manuel was kept permanently on a restrainer,
to which Ira held the key. She only unlocked him if she wanted him to fuck one
of her female slaves.
"I don't expect Virgin likes even
that," laughed Janina.
"You bet she doesn't!"
At that moment the naked Virginia was
stumbling along behind the near-naked Manuel. She felt sick with horror. How
unbelievable she could be led like an animal by a man! Yet it was happening.
Into the cell they went.
There in the centre was the Punishment Block.
Against one wall was the wooden bunk bed. From ceiling beams hung numerous
chains and manacles.
"Now," said a grinning Manuel,
"although I am a slave like you, Miss Faversham, you know you have to obey
me. I have orders from Miss Ira. If you cause any trouble, I shall have to
"Oooooh ... urrrfff ... ohhh ... ohhh
... h-how c-can you?" wailed Virginia.
"Raise your arms high above your
"P-please ... pleeeeeeease ... don't
"Do it girl!" Manuel gave
Virginia's bottom a good slap. He wasn't supposed to but he reckoned he could
get away with it. It felt nice, smacking that lovely bottom, reddened and
striped though it might be.
"You beast! Oh ... you're a slave too
... how c-can you?"
Manuel gave her another slap. "Raise
your arms," he ordered. Virginia raised them. She knew, if she did not,
things would only get worse.
Manuel lowered a chain and manacles, then clamped
the restraints around Virginia's wrists. He hauled on the chain until Virginia
was standing on tiptoe ... as Ira had instructed.
"Oh ... ohhh ... you're h-hurting m-me
... eeeee!" cried Virginia.
"I imagine so," smiled Manuel. He
never felt any pity for the female slaves, even though he might be a slave
himself. He was flogged quite frequently by his Mistress, so knew what it was
"L-let me ... d-down ... just a little
..." begged Virginia.
"I might ... just before I go. If you're
a good girl." He grinned into the tear-streaked face, saw the terrified
eyes. Nice big green eyes. "Ask me to play with your tits." He saw
the look of horror, saw the lips bitten, the head turned away.
"Y-you're v-vile ... just vile ..."
"Of course, I could raise you a little
"NOO ... OOOO!" It was a shriek. The
muscles in Virginia's arms and back were already straining painfully.
"Ask me then ..."
Virginia gulped. It was obscene. Revolting. How
could she? Yet the alternative was more pain. A tremendous struggle went on
within her. It was one of many, many struggles she was going to have to make.
"A-alright ... then ..." she said,
"Say it," insisted Manuel. "Ask
me to play with your tits. Those very words."
"You stinking bastard!" That earned
Virginia two good stinging slaps.
"Say it ... or I'll raise you ..."
Virginia gulped again. She had to say it, she
knew. What difference did it make? This vile creature would do it anyway. "Play
with ... with my breasts," she said.
"Tits," said Manuel.
"T-tits ..." whispered Virginia.
"It will be a pleasure to oblige, Miss
Faversham," said Manuel, clasping and squeezing the magnificent orbs
before him. He could not recall seeing better breasts. They were large yet they
were firm. They hardly sagged at all. Mmmm ... yes ... they felt very good. One
day, he thought happily, Miss Ira may want me to fuck this beauty. The thought
made his hard get harder. It was pressing painfully against his tight
restrainer. Still, such things had to be endured.
Virginia was sobbing and shuddering, twisting
and turning, cringing away, yet never able to escape.