Chayton let go of her collar and seized one of her wrists. She struggled to get away but he easily overpowered her and grabbed her other hand. He hooked the cuffs together with embedded clips. Lindsey kicked and fought him as he lifted her arms high over her head and hung her over the hook on the end of the chain facing the post. He lowered her until her feet barely touched the floor and secured the chain.
She tried to unhook her wrists from the chain, not realizing he was binding one of her ankles to the floor until it was too late. Whimpering with fear, she tried to kick out with her other leg. Chayton had no trouble catching the flailing limb and securing it as well. With her arms stretched over her head and her legs spread to the bolts in the floor she was forced up onto her toes. She was sobbing and trying to pull away. “Please,” she cried, “I don’t know what you want. Please let me down,” she panicked.
Chayton stepped back and waited. After a few minutes, she realized the futility of her struggles and rested her head on the pole, softly crying. She could sense him walking up close behind her and she shuddered. He leaned up against her back, towering over her, and his strong arm reached around her, pinning her close against his broad chest. He started running his thumb gently down her wet cheek while his other hand caressed her side. She was still shaking in silence as he leaned down next to her ear and said quietly. “Three. You have earned three punishments, Alyssa. Say: ‘Master, I have earned three punishments’.”
Lindsey had no idea what a punishment would be, but she could not think of any way to get out of her frightening predicament. Miserably, she whispered, “I have three punishments.”
“Master, I have earned three punishments,” he patiently corrected.
Lindsey gulped a sob, “Master, I have earned three punishments.”
Chayton lightly kissed the side of her head, continuing to stroke her cheek while his other hand untied the shoulder strap of her dress. She felt the slinky material start to drop to her hips. Before it stopped sliding, he fisted the back of the material and ripped it from her. Lindsey gasped and squirmed closer to the pole, away from the contact of his body, and new tears began spilling down her cheeks. He caressed her quivering naked side and took her long hair and slid it over her shoulder, covering her breasts. “You will count out your punishments. You will be punished until you count out all three.” He abruptly stepped back and Lindsey heard the opening of a metal door.
Her arms and legs were starting to ache from being stretched. She heard a swooshing sound, then a slap, and a second later there was a searing pain across her bottom. “Aaayeee!” the panicked girl screamed.
She felt Chayton come up behind her and his fingertips traced the welt as he leaned down to her ear and calmly said, “One, Master.” He waited patiently.
Finally, she sobbed, “One, Master.” He kissed the side of her head and moved back.
Swoosh. Slap. A slicing burn across her shoulders. “Aaahhh!” she raised higher on her toes, tightening her bottom muscles. Chayton’s eyes gleamed sadistically at her flexed ass cheeks.
Lindsey was shaking and thrusting back and forth, wildly trying to get away from the post. Chayton moved up behind her and she felt him tracing the new line across her back, waiting. It took a moment for her to settle down and gather any fragment of composure. She looked down at the floor and saw the tail of the whip curled by her foot. “Two, Master,” she wailed. Once again he kissed the side of her head and backed up. Oh god, she thought, one more.
Swoosh. Slap. Then the delayed sting crossed the top of both thighs. “Aaahhh!” She tried to hop. “Three, Master,” she blurted. She heard him walk away and the metal door was closed. His tall form was behind her again, fingers brushing the new tortured length of the whip’s mark. The other hand moved to the front, thumb wiping her tears. Lindsey could feel the tremendous strength and power in his hands and arms. The hand on her thighs began to move up to her bottom and slowly reached between her spread legs. She cried softly and tried to move away as his fingers found her wet slit.
Chayton closed his eyes, savoring the magnitude of the moment. Lightly stroking her pussy, he kissed her ear and whispered, “Good girl.” He held her pinned for several minutes as he absorbed his conquest. Finally, he unchained her from the post. She stumbled and he caught her under the arm and held her against his chest until she could steady herself.
He left her standing in the middle of the room while he retrieved a chair by the wall. He placed it in front of his naked slave and sat down. “What is your name?” he asked firmly.
“Lindsey… Master,” she remembered to acknowledge him.
“Lindsey is dead. What is your name?” Chayton watched the fear and confusion in her eyes.
Frantic at the thought of more punishment, she tried to understand what he had said. Lindsey is dead? Then, she recalled what Ayden told her earlier. I used to be Steve. Now Steve is dead. “Alyssa, Master. My name is Alyssa,” she said miserably.
“I am going to teach you positions, and you will learn them and practice with Ayden. When we leave this room, you will be punished if you do not assume the correct position.” Chayton noticed her flinch when he mentioned punishment. Her first tastes of pain would all be punishment, as he knew she would not be able to absorb all he told her. Eventually, she would realize her arousal, and punishment would not be necessary for her to serve his needs.
“Yes, Master,” she whispered.
“Kneel. Flex your toes to the floor and sit on your heels. Back straight. Good. Hands in your lap, eyes down. No. Keep your head up.” He tapped her on the lower back with the crop. “Back straight. Good. This is your resting position. When you are with me in a room I will show you where to kneel. Do you understand?” he instructed.
“Yes, Master.” Her voice was soft and quiet. Chayton loved it, and knew she would be a perfect match with Ayden on his other side.
“Spread your knees.” Alyssa squirmed. Hesitantly, she spread her legs, uncomfortable that her pussy was completely exposed to him. “Clasp your hands behind your head.” She looked up at him as she moved her arms. “Eyes down, slave.” She looked down. He tapped her back and she straightened, thrusting her breasts out, feeling her face turn red. Chayton felt himself stiffen with her humiliation. “This is the position you assume if you are kneeling and I tell you to present. Straighten your back, Alyssa.”
“Yes, Master,” she sniffled. He made her sit there for a few minutes, saying nothing. Her toes were cramping and the welts were beginning to throb. Her back was getting tired and he tapped her several times when she began to slouch.
Finally, he sensed she was unable to hold the rigid position. “You need to practice and strengthen your back. You may be told to hold that pose for long periods of time and you will be punished if you break position.”
“Yes, Master,” she groaned.
“Stand.” Alyssa struggled to her feet. “Feet a few inches apart. Hands clasped behind you. Straighten your back, Alyssa. Head up, eyes lowered. Good. This is your resting position when you are standing. If you are not told to kneel, you will stand like this whenever you are with me and we stop.”
“Yes, Master.” Alyssa was trying to remember all the rules. The word punishment kept creeping into her thoughts.
“Spread your legs further apart. A little more. Alyssa, get your damn back straight!” Tears started silently flowing again, pleasing Chayton immensely. “Clasp your hands behind your head.” Thwack! The crop struck her lower back and she briefly arched forward with a gasp, and then straightened. “This is the position you assume if you are standing and I order you to present.”
“Yes, Master,” she cried. She was so confused. The thought of being punished terrified her, but she did not see how she was going to be able to memorize where her feet go, when to kneel, how to kneel. It was impossible.
“I will be teaching you more positions, but you will ask Ayden to help you learn these four. What positions did you learn?” The Master was rapping the crop lightly against
the black leather on his strong thigh.
Alyssa struggled to remember. “Kneeling rest. Umm. Kneeling present, standing rest and standing present, Master.” She was pleased with her answer.
“Very good.” Chayton stood up and walked over to the frightened girl. Her hands were still clasped behind her head, and he reached one strong arm behind her and pulled her into an embrace while his hand cupped her chin. He leaned down and kissed his trembling slave, letting his tongue slide into her surprised open mouth, skating around her teeth and chasing her tongue. Alyssa’s hands came down and rested against his chest, bewildered by this sudden change. Her body seemed to have a will of its own, and the deep kiss of the dangerous, handsome man triggered an arousing, yet scared sexual response. She felt the hand embracing her drop to her mound again, testing her wetness. He pulled back the kiss and whispered onto her lips, “Good girl.”
Chayton reattached her leash and led her, once again naked, upstairs and back to Ayden’s room. She made no move to struggle. Ayden was kneeling by the bed. God, he’s been there all this time? Alyssa wondered guiltily. Apparently she had caused him to get into trouble with the Master.
Chayton unclipped her leash and tossed it onto the bed. “Stand, Ayden.”
“Yes, Master.” The young man jumped to his feet.
“Order Alyssa through the first four positions. Alyssa, if you do them correctly, I will not punish Ayden.” Chayton sat down on the bed knowing she would give her best effort. He had not missed the distress in her eyes when she had seen Ayden patiently kneeling.
“Yes, Master.” Alyssa was determined to get them right. She could not stand the thought of being responsible for Ayden getting whipped; he had been so nice to her. Of course, Alyssa was unaware the Master refused to whip Ayden. This was all part of her training and bonding.
Ayden nervously pointed to the floor in front of him. “Kneel.” Alyssa decided it was the resting kneel, and struggled into the position. A moment later she risked a glance at the Master and straightened her aching back. Ayden looked at Chayton and his Master nodded to continue. “Present.” Somehow it was more embarrassing to have Ayden order her to expose herself. She stared at the carpet and as the flush crept onto her cheeks, she spread her knees and clasped her hands behind her head, thrusting her chest out.
Ayden led her through the two standing poses.
“What do you think, Ayden?”
“Her back is weak, Master. She slides into a slouch quickly,” Ayden replied.
“You had a similar problem when you were learning your positions.”
Ayden remembered the long hours of holding position while he was in training. “You will practice with her an hour in the morning and an hour in the afternoon,” Chayton ordered.
“Yes, Master.” Ayden looked forward to the time alone with her to practice.
“I’m going to see how things are getting along in the stable. You may start your first hour of practice now.” Chayton left the room.
“You can rest for a while. I’m sure you’re tired. I remember the stress of training,” Ayden said softly as he walked towards the window seat. He turned around and saw the welt on her thighs. “Oh, Alyssa. I’m so sorry. I forgot you were punished. Lie down on the bed, tummy on the mattress.”
Nervously, Alyssa did as he asked while he got something out of one of the nightstands and climbed onto the bed, straddling her thighs. Alyssa could feel his soft penis resting on her leg, and her pussy spasmed. Ayden brushed her hair off her back and frowned at the three red stripes. Chayton was talented with the whip and he never broke the skin unless he intended to. The ointment Ayden rubbed onto the marks would ease some of the pain. The welts were not too bad and should heal to light bruises in a couple of days. She gasped as he touched the wounds but she did not cry or panic. She can handle this! Ayden was overjoyed as they both became aware of his hardening cock on her thigh.
He wanted to make love to her, to hold her and take her pain away, but he knew he was not allowed without the Master’s permission. Not the first time, anyway.
CHAPTER IV. RENE
When Sandi was led from the concrete cell behind the tall, muscular black man, she was scared to death. She was afraid for herself and almost as afraid for poor Lindsey. The blonde man did not look too intimidating, but the thought of Lindsey and the Master made her stomach roll.
She was halfway down the hall and decided she had to try to help her. She pulled at the leash almost choking herself, and screamed muffled obscenities behind the gag. Helo paid no attention and kept dragging her towards the stairs.
When they reached the top, he turned and laid a large hand against her chest, pushing her so hard against the wall that her breath left her lungs in a whoosh and she struggled to fill them. “Silence, slave,” he hissed. “How dare you disgrace me in front of the Master? Do you realize the honor he has bestowed on me? You would be nothing but auction fodder if I hadn’t rescued you.”
Rescued me? Rescued me? she thought. She screamed again and tried to kick him.
He slapped her hard and continued to drag her through the house across the slick marble floors. Terrant watched them pass by and Sandi saw his eyes narrow. “Terrant, the Master says you can help me break her in.”
Terrant hurried after them. They went down a long hall with black marble floors that kept her dragging feet, sliding, and Helo opened the last door on the right. The bedroom was painted burgundy, and a huge bed with black linens faced the door. She saw eyebolts in the ceiling and walls, and chains wrapped around each of the four bedposts.
She presumed the open doorway next to the closet led to a bathroom. Terrant approached her from behind and she jumped when he ran his finger down her spine. “Well, you definitely got the throw away, but she’s better than nothing,” he sneered. “What did you name her?”
“Rene, and she’s not that bad; just a little skinny.” Helo defended his new property.
Terrant walked around her and flicked one small nipple painfully. “Your tits are almost as big as hers.”
“Her tits are just fine.” Helo continued to defend Rene and wondered why Terrant was being so nasty. It was uncharacteristic of him to act this way. Maybe he was just jealous that Helo had received a servant.
Next, Terrant smacked her butt. Hard. Sandi jumped towards Helo and squealed. “Terrant, knock it off. What’s wrong with you? I thought you’d like to have fun with her.”
“I am having fun.” Terrant walked to Helo’s closet and pulled out a short leather whip. Sandi’s eyes got huge. “She needs to be punished for her behavior during induction.”
Sandi scooted closer to Helo, bemoaning that he was her only protection.
Helo was confused by Terrant’s odd behavior. Still, the sight of the handsome slave holding the whip was causing his body to react. He had never thought of Terrant in sexual terms because he tended to be aloof and unapproachable.
“Are you telling me what to do with my property?” Helo questioned.
“Your property? Who are you kidding? Chayton can take Rene away with the snap of his fingers.” Terrant was edging closer. “If you claim her, then you know she deserves to be punished.”
This was a clear challenge. Helo had fully intended to correct his slave, but Terrant’s remark threw him off balance.
“Of course Rene will be punished. I did expect to at least get her in the room first.” Sandi backed away from Helo towards the bathroom door.
“Bind her, then,” Terrant ordered.
Helo was used to obeying orders and pulled Rene towards him with the leash. He secured her wrists to the bedpost by the chain at the top. The whole time, he was trying to figure out why he continued to listen to Terrant, instead of kicking him out of his room.
“Three each. We don’t want her passing out on us. She’s yours, so you get first crack at her.” Terrant handed Helo the whip.
Even as he raised his arm back, Helo was trying to figure out why he was listening to the man. Rene pressed into th
e post, terrified. She felt the whip strike her back and screamed at the unexpected blow, slowly realizing it was not too painful.
“Nice love-tap. You’re supposed to be punishing her,” Terrant chided.
Helo gave him a questioning look. He pulled his arm back and let the whip fly a little harder, and Rene squealed. This one burned a little. The third strike was about the same, reminding her of a hard slap.
“My turn.” Terrant took the whip and Rene squeezed her eyes closed. She knew this blow would be hard and cruel.
Terrant moved his arm over his head and threw it forcefully forward. Rene felt the contact of the leather, and shrieked as a hundred wasps traveled down her spine. Her feet hopped and her butt flexed into the pole.
Helo’s eyes never left Terrant’s magnificent form and he barely registered Renes painful scream. He watched with aroused excitement as Terrant threw his arm wide out from his side. The muscles in his chest tightened as he completed the swing.
Rene felt the whip cross her ass as the hornets stung again, and she screamed, pleading behind the gag.
Helo’s loincloth was tented. Mesmerized, his eyes traveled to Terrant’s obvious rigid cock. The whip made its final pass and Helo was almost sorry the display was ending.
Rene hung limply from the pain of the whip across the back of her thin thighs where small beads of blood had risen in a few places. She sobbed against the post in misery, wondering what she had done to deserve this.
Terrant tossed the weapon into the closet. “That is how you punish. It feels good to be on the other side of the whip for a change.” Terrant frowned down at his erection. “Well, I guess she better take care of these,” he laughed. “She did cause them.”
Helo was confused. He certainly would not tell Terrant the cause of his stiff shaft. He finally looked at his slave and saw the welts from his blows were light pink. Terrant’s strikes were an angry red, soon to turn purple.
Terrant unchained the young woman from the post and she started to collapse. “No you don’t, Rene. We got a problem you gotta’ take care of. Helo, you have a ring gag? She looks like a biter. Maybe you can get her teeth pulled.”
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