“Flogging Pose at the Flogging Table, Pet,” Deep Voice said. Glasses crossed to the cabinet without looking at me. They were going to make him do it again, it seemed.
Deep Voice secured my wrists and ankles at the table, then stepped back. Glasses appeared beside me, holding a cane. “For eavesdropping, a second set of ten strikes with the cane,” he said. “For improper speech, an eleventh strike. For struggling against your master, an additional two, for a total of thirteen.” The Punisher must have passed along my mistakes and asked them to add to my punishment. I whimpered. I’d hoped since I’d impressed him in the end, he wouldn't report the rest.
Thirteen. I realized I was shaking my head and mouthing no silently.
“You will accept your punishment, Pet,” Deep Voice said.
The first thwack of the cane produced a shriek and a new horizontal line just above the ones Glasses had made earlier. He did five parallel lines this time instead of four, working his way along the curvature of my buttocks. The lowest mark was actually across the tops of my thighs. My throat grew raw with screaming, tears wet the padding beneath my head, and I was certain I was going to vomit. The next six strikes crossed the five in parallel vertical lines. I didn’t even know when one strike ended and the next began. My whole ass throbbed and burned, and by the eleventh strike, completing the new crisscross pattern, I was beyond words, beyond begging, just shrieking and sobbing incoherently. Number 12 landed on the outside of my left hip, and number 13 on the outside of my right hip. I howled, loud and long. My ears buzzed and my fingers and toes felt full of sand.
“Deep breaths, Pet,” someone whispered in my ear. Someone else traced my new stripes with a fingertip. That seemed needlessly cruel.
My head stopped spinning as I remembered how to breathe, but the pain did not fade away immediately. I watched through a fog as Glasses gave the cane to Deep Voice and shook his hand.
The British accent sounded behind me, and I decided he must be the one furthering my torment by touching the wounds. “Quite artful,” he remarked.
“It’s a specialty of his,” Deep Voice responded. “Such precision.” Deep Voice massaged my neck. “Can you stand, Pet?” he asked.
Doubtful. “This Pet doesn’t think so, Sir,” I croaked.
The British guy began applying a cool salve to my tortured behind, and Deep Voice released my restraints. When the other man finished with the soothing ointment, both men helped me straighten and supported me as they led me to the cage. I’d forgotten about that. They lowered me to my knees and coaxed me to crawl into the cage, which was just large enough for me to lie down in, curled up on my side. A pillow had been provided, as well as a thin mattress.
“You made a very poor decision, Pet,” Deep Voice said. “But you have otherwise done quite well today. You will have your coffee tomorrow. And I have a gift for you.” He held his hand out toward the other man, who gave him something. He pushed it through the bars of the cage. A little stuffed fox. I managed a smile. I was certain the choice of a fox was not accidental. I took it from him and hugged it to my chest.
“Thank you, Sir,” I said.
“Sleep well, Pet,” he said. Both men turned to leave, switching off the light and shutting the door with a gentle click.
“Sleep well,” I muttered, trying to get comfortable. I stroked the little fox, enjoying the soft plush. I closed my eyes and tried to pretend I was in my own bed.
* * *
Saturday, July 9, 2011, 3:15 p.m.
Four years ago
I had to tell her. She’d been texting me constantly since the barbecue, asking why I’d left so abruptly, if I was okay, and I hadn’t answered, too ashamed and upset to know what to say. But her latest texts were more angry than hurt, and I had to clear the air. Somehow.
It wasn’t my fault. I hadn’t done anything to encourage him. But I still felt… dirty, somehow.
I called her.
“So you’re alive,” Jen said, resentment strong in her tone.
I sighed. Well, she had every right to be mad. And she was about to get madder. “I’m sorry. I just…there’s something I have to tell you, and I was trying to avoid it.”
“Yeah?” Still annoyed.
“Listen, I – at the party, I went inside to watch the game with Cory and a couple other guys, and when I went to the bathroom, I, um.” There was still time to back out of this. I clogged your toilet or I stole your watch. No. “I, um…”
“What?” Alarm instead of irritation. She knew something was up.
“Cory kissed me,” I said in a rush.
“What?”
“When I came out of the bathroom, Cory kissed me. He said things aren’t—weren’t—haven’t been good between you guys and he’s always liked me, and he just—I swear I didn’t do anything to encourage him. I pushed him away. That’s why I left so fast. I’m sorry, Jen.” Once the words were out, I felt better. It wasn’t my fault.
Jen was silent for a while, but I could hear her breath growing uneven, the catch of a suppressed sob. “Figures,” she said.
“What’s going on, Jen? Why didn’t you tell me any of that?”
“It’s not exactly something you brag about, and I was hoping… I cheated on him. Maybe he was trying to get revenge.”
She’d cheated on him! “Why?”
“Because I’m an idiot? He won’t forgive me. Maybe he shouldn't. God, this sucks. I’m sorry you got pulled into the middle of it. And I get why you wouldn't answer my texts.” She sighed. “Cory’s such a good guy, and I went and fucked it all up. I ran into Patrick—you remember him?”
She’d only dated him for the entire time we were at college! “Of course I do.”
“He was always cute, but now that he’s matured, he’s super hot, Luce. Not that that’s an excuse, but it was so nice to see him, and one thing led to another… I never understood how that could happen before, but I got drunk and carried away and, well… Fuck. Cory was so hurt, and we haven’t been able to fix it. I guess he’s decided he doesn’t really want to.” Another long silence. I didn’t know what to say. She was my friend and I wanted to support her, but I didn’t know how. What she’d done was wrong. Very wrong. “It just happened the one time,” she continued. “But I didn’t tell him I’m married, and he wants to get together again next time he’s in town. Which is next week. What do I do, Luce?”
“What do you do? How the fuck should I know, Jen? Your husband tried to force himself on me because you did something really, really wrong, and I don’t know how I’m supposed to feel about that! Of course you shouldn't see Patrick again, not if you want to reconcile with your husband!” Now I was angry.
“I don’t.” She answered so quickly. Maybe she just needed permission.
“Then do him the courtesy of saying so,” I said.
“You’re right. You’re right. I’m sorry, Luce.”
A small, shameful part of me wondered if that meant Cory was free to pursue me. And an even smaller part kind of wanted him to, now that I knew it wouldn't be my fault that their marriage ended. You couldn't date your best friend’s ex-husband, right? That was against the friend code.
* * *
Thursday, November 12, 2015, 9:30 p.m.
Day 6
“Cat Posture,” Deep Voice intoned, and I transitioned smoothly from Table Pose, bringing my knees together, lifting my head, and arching my back. I could imagine how this would look with a tail and a set of ears. Blue-Eyes had intimated that he might like to see that for himself when he’d reviewed this pose with me this morning. “Good,” Deep Voice said. “Flogging Pose Kneeling,” he ordered.
The next obvious one. This was the 27th of 30 poses, and so far I’d nailed them all. I lowered myself onto my elbows and opened my knees again. “Now Huddle,” he said.
I wasn’t sure what the purpose of this one could possibly be, but it made me feel invisible. I curled up on my knees as if I were hiding under a desk during an earthquake, my hands on the back of my neck an
d my forehead to the floor. In this pose, I couldn't see what was going on around me, which made me vulnerable while at the same time protected. A strange paradox. From there, he had me go to Supplication, then Supplication with Knees Spread.
“Excellent work, Pet,” Deep Voice said. “Kneel at Rest.”
Done. I smiled in spite of myself. If they’d made me do this a few days ago, I’d have been a blubbering mess on the floor, humiliated. Now? They’d wrung all shame out of me, and I could take pride in learning and performing all 30 poses flawlessly and pleasing my masters.
I saw Glasses smiling at me. I’d been certain they’d make Glasses leave after the meeting yesterday, but he’d been at breakfast when Lustful Guy had brought me downstairs, though he hadn’t had any one-on-one time with me today. All six masters had gathered this evening for my testing.
“Well done, Slave. Now, go in the bedroom, Kneel at Rest on the bed, and wait,” the Teacher said. I did as he said, wondering what they were going to do now. They’d told me I’d be tested on the 30 poses tonight, but nothing else. But the way they’d talked about my “testing” suggested there was more.
I knelt on the bed for several minutes studying my hands on my thighs, and then all six masters entered the bedroom.
“As you know, Pet, your primary purpose once selected will be to serve the sexual needs of your master,” Deep Voice said. “However, there will be times when you are called upon to serve others, possibly others you have not met, as you did on Monday. Additionally, when we gather for meetings, one or more Pets are tasked with serving all attendees, since only a few of us have a pet of our own at any given time.”
This was all new information, and a knot of anxiety formed in my gut.
“We had to start slowly with you, Pet, given your unusual needs, but now that you are almost fully trained, we will test your obedience and push your limits,” Deep Voice continued. “We perform this testing a few days before your selection in the event that further training or punishment is necessary.”
“Missionary, Pet,” Blue Eyes said, and I assumed the position automatically, nervous. What were they going to do? Blue Eyes climbed up between my legs, lowered his pants, and fucked me, impersonal and without foreplay. I grunted in surprise, but this had become fairly routine over the past few days, though having an audience was somewhat unusual. He pumped in and out several times, then hopped off the bed. The Punisher took his place and used me similarly, hands planted beside my shoulders. Then he got out of the way so that Deep Voice could take a turn, then Glasses, then the Teacher, and finally Lustful Guy.
Used was the word for it: sharing me, passing me around like a joint at a party, belonging to no one, serving all. I thought I had no shame left, but this pulled the last vestiges from deep within me. Tears pricked behind my eyes.
Blue Eyes had taken off his pants, and he lay down on his back beside me. “Ride me, Pet,” he said. My pussy was already becoming sore, pounded by six men one after another, but I climbed atop him obediently and lowered myself onto his cock. Blue Eyes pulled me down by my shoulders and hugged me to his chest. “Not everyone likes to do this, Pet, but some of us do.”
Do what?
Someone was behind me. I didn’t have time to contemplate what might be happening before a cock was forced into my anus. I’d had anal sex with two of the others since Deep Voice’s successful attempt yesterday morning, but without a plug first to loosen things up, the initial entrance was quite painful. And with Blue Eyes’ penis already inside me, I thought I might split in half.
“What are you doing?!” I shrieked, as the pain exploded through my pelvis. I clamped down, fighting him. I didn’t even know who it was, because Blue-Eyes was holding me fast, one arm wrapped around my head. They could have warned me!
“Be still, Pet,” Blue Eyes whispered.
They’d repeated that phrase so often, my response had become instantaneous and instinctive. I calmed, flexed my toes. Blue Eyes must have sensed me submitting, because his hold on me loosened, and he stroked my hair.
Once the initial shock passed, I could appreciate the new experience for what it was. These were my masters, the six I’d spent nearly a week with, naked and completely at their mercy. I trusted them, and though they were throwing something at me without warning, I knew by now they wouldn't force me to do anything they didn’t think I could handle. Whoever was taking me from behind completed his first strong thrust.
“Good, Slave,” I heard. It was the Teacher.
The pain became manageable, and the double stimulation pushed me right up to the edge after just a few thrusts from each of them. I’d had sex with the butt plug in a few times, and this was in some ways a similar feeling, but everything was more intense, two cocks moving at different rhythms, stretching me open and holding me there, sandwiched between these two men. The Teacher didn’t finish, instead withdrawing after a fairly short time. Blue-Eyes let me straighten up.
He pulled me toward him so he could suck my nipples, and a corresponding tightening in my pussy enhanced every movement of my hips as I rode him. He came quickly, though, before I could heat up much more than I already had, and a small groan of disappointment escaped my control.
“Praying, on the floor,” Glasses said. My head spun. So many changes of position, so many orders from different directions. I slithered to the floor and knelt, and the four others surrounded me. Blue Eyes was still on the bed, and the Teacher watched from outside the circle, stroking his cock. I assumed they wouldn't have me give him a blow job after he’d already been in my ass. I hoped, anyway.
I was presented with a cock and opened my mouth. I gave Deep Voice the best blow job I could while Glasses fondled my breasts from behind. I knew Deep Voice would expect me to deep throat him, which I only succeeded in doing once without retching and backing off. Suddenly, Glasses gave me a shove from behind, and I fell to all fours. Deep Voice had stepped adroitly out of the way, so it had clearly been planned. Then the Teacher was behind me again, entering my ass, and the Punisher tapped my lips with his cock. He didn’t let me control the movement, grasping my hair in his iron grip and ramming his cock down my throat even as the Teacher fucked me hard. They’d been gentle before when they’d had anal sex with me, and every time he drilled into me, I rocked forward into the Teacher’s thighs and moaned in a confusing combination of pain and pleasure.
My elbows gave way, and I had to spit out the Punisher’s cock or take him down with me. My face smashed into the carpet, and there I lay, shivering, as the Teacher came in my ass and then slipped his cock out of me. No one spoke and nothing happened for a minute, and then spurts of warm liquid struck my back, my butt, even my hair. They were ejaculating on me, the four who hadn’t gotten to finish. Did that mean I’d failed? What were they going to do to me now? Maybe no one would want me if I was this weak.
I wanted to straighten up, to apologize, but my arms trembled and refused to support my weight. I was exhausted. I hadn’t slept well in the cage, but they’d worked me as hard as ever in the morning and afternoon, then done the poses test, and now this. And this alone would have been enough to wear me out even on a good day. Still, I should have had more stamina!
The shower of cum ceased, and still no one spoke. I sensed them moving around me, but I couldn't look up, couldn't bear to see their disappointed expressions.
Finally, Lustful Guy spoke. “Kneel at Rest, Pet.”
I heaved myself up to my knees and awaited my sentence.
“We expected more of you, Pet,” Deep Voice said. Their cum was drying on me, creating itchy splotches on my back. My eyes drooped lower, staring at the toes of Deep Voice’s shoes. “Tomorrow you will be used by three masters you have not seen before. You will demonstrate your obedience and your skills for them as you would for any of us.”
Three more? That made at least 13 members of this strange group.
“You will be rewarded for correctly learning your poses,” he continued, and the words lent strength to my rub
bery muscles. “And punished for failing to complete the rest of this evening’s testing.” The strength drained right back out of me. Why we he jerking me around like this? I’d thought he meant the three new masters tomorrow would be my punishment, but apparently that was just information.
In my head, not the cane, not the cane, not the cane, played on repeat. My bruises were still sharp and a little sore, and the memory of that horrendous torture was enough to send spikes of fear stabbing through my abdomen.
“Punishment first,” he said, “so that you will go to bed with the memory of your reward and the benefits of obedience fresh in your mind.” His tone had softened. “You’re a good pet,” he said. He stroked my hair and cupped my cheek in that affectionate way they all had.
They never pushed me too far, even when they were pushing me too far. My own heart swelled with affection for Deep Voice, as it always did when I was with him. Even so, he was not the one I hoped would select me on Saturday. There was still a chance it would be Glasses, and it was he I would choose if they asked my opinion.
Which they wouldn't.
“Go into the Training Room,” the Punisher said. Of course it would be him. “Flogging Pose at the Flogging Table.”
Deep Voice and Glasses had to help me to my feet, but I walked across the hall alone and bent over the table. The Punisher followed and secured me in the restraints. He didn’t announce my punishment, simply went to the cabinet, retrieved his tool of choice, and returned.
The first flick of the flogger against my ass was almost a relief. Not the cane. But this didn’t progress in the same way as they had before. Instead of measured, countable lashes, he made several quick, barely painful flicks across my butt, then a harder one, then back to the feathery back-and-forth, then one hard enough to make me cry out, then several hardly noticeable ones again. Gradually, even the less powerful ones became more painful, and the hard slaps made me scream, but at the same time the slow buildup increased my tolerance and, strangely, aroused me.
When instead of a shriek a deep moan sounded in my throat, the Punisher stopped the whipping. The flogger thumped to the floor, and his thumb was in my pussy, stroking.
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