by Ian Smith
“I don’t know, sir,” Mandy gasped, still focussed on the awful effort she was having to make to keep her arms up.
“Vell, ve vill zee,” he said. “Do you notize anyzing different?”
For a moment Mandy was puzzled, then she looked down. The metal plate her bare feet were standing on was growing warmer.
“Yes, exactly,” he said, following her eyes. “Ze metal plate is, how you say, a hot plate. Ze maximum temperature it vill reach vill be bearable, but uncomfortable.”
It was already very uncomfortable. Mandy’s feet were feeling considerable heat from it. Within moments it was very hot. She tried lifting first one foot off to get a brief respite, then having to replace it so she could lift the other foot. Charlie shrieked again and Mandy realised she had let her arms drop. With a huge mental effort she lifted her now agony-filled arms again and tried to shut out the searing pain in the soles of her feet. Lifting a foot off didn’t help much because the other then came into firmer contact with the plate and took even more heat. At least the temperature had now reached a plateau, but his casual comment that it was bearable was highly debateable.
But the worst was her arms. Every inch of them throbbed with pain and her shoulders felt as if red hot skewers were piercing them. Sweat ran freely from her armpits, down her bare flanks and then her legs. The sweat from her brow got into her eyes and she struggled to see the clock. Eight minutes ... then nine. The weights now seemed twice as heavy. Nine and a half minutes ...
Charlie shrieked ... and shrieked again. Somehow Mandy forced her arms back up. Her feet felt on fire now, but it was almost a welcome distraction from her shoulders and arms.
Dimly she heard a buzzer go. The ‘scientist’ turned both switches off. Mandy’s arms slumped to the shelves and excruciating pain blazed through her shoulders. Dimly, she was aware of the plate beginning to cool beneath her feet.
There was another scream of pain from Charlie. Mandy opened her sweat-misted eyes to see that the ‘assistant’ had just removed one of the clips, leaving deep indentations on Charlie’s cleat. The other one came off next. After opening the jaws, he had to pull it off, so deep was it embedded. When the clips on her labia were taken off, her squeals were even louder. Meanwhile the mad professor was undoing Mandy’s own bonds. As soon as she was free, she slumped to the ground, exhausted. Charlie rubbed her abused nipples very gingerly and then knelt down by her sister. The two naked girls hugged.
“Now ve reverse roles,” the professor said.
Mandy and Charlie were pulled to their feet and separated. Mandy was chained to a wall, whilst Charlie was secured in a spread-eagled position, legs a little wider than her shoulders, her arms above her head and locked into manacles which descended from the ceiling, her ankles in restraints chained to the floor.
“Zis time we hav no electrical devices,” the professor told her, standing in front of her. He brandished a wicked looking multi-tailed whip, the half dozen fronds each maybe a foot long. “Qvite simply, ve vill apply thirty-six strokes of zis whip to your bodies. Ve vill start viz you, Slave Charleen, and vhen you cannot take any more ve vill apply ze rest to your sister. Do you understand?”
“Yes, sir,” Charlie whispered in dread.
“I calculate that, as your sister took ze bulk of ze last torment, a fair apportionment vould be for you to take about tventy-four of ze strokes, but it vill be your choice. Do you understand?”
“Yes, sir.” This whisper was even more tremulous, but Charlie had instantly decided that she would take all thirty-six.
“Ze treatment vill be applied in sets of six, alternately to your bottom, your titties and between your legs. Do you understand?”
“Yes, sir.” Oh God, give me strength, Charlie thought. If all the stokes had been on the bum it would have been bad enough, but on her much more sensitive areas ...
“Present ze first target area for treatment,” he ordered.
Charlie was standing in a clearing in the middle of the room, so there was nothing to go over or hold onto. Trying desperately to be brave, she bent over and clutched her ankles, keeping her knees straight. She sensed the ‘professor’ moving closer behind her and measuring his stroke. Grimly, Charlie steeled herself.
Thwack!
As if from nowhere, a massive sting seemed to appear in Charlie’s taut bottom.
“Ze uzzer sister vill count ze strokes,” her tormentor announced.
“One,” said Mandy, slightly unsteadily.
Thwack! The sting seemed to double. “Two,” said Mandy from between gritted teeth.
Thwack! “Three.”
Thwack! “Four.”
Thwack! “Five.”
Thwack! “Six.” Somehow, Charlie had held her position for all six. Mandy’s voice had been steady but betrayed her anguish at watching her sister suffer, but at least Charlie had not been mad to count herself: there was a big lump in her throat.
“Ze subject vill now present ze second target area,” the professor said calmly.
Charlie straightened up, feeling the tremendous, awful fire in her abused rear. But she knew that worse was yet to come: not only would the next set be on a much more sensitive area, but she was only a sixth of the way through. However, she made herself stand straight and began to put her hands on her head, then changed her mind and instead clasped them together behind her back. Not wanting to give her tormentor the satisfaction of ordering her, she pulled her shoulders back and thrust her firm, round young breasts out as if eager for the dreadful strap.
This time the preparation was worse, as she was able to watch him measure up the first horizontal stroke and then had to steel herself as he scythed it in.
Thwack! “God! Seven.”
Mandy’s voice showed her shock, but that was lost on Charlie as her chest suddenly became a sea of stinging pain. She whimpered and for a moment lost her position, but somehow fought her way back upright.
Thwack! “Eight.” Mandy’s voice remained shaky.
Thwack! “Nine.”
Thwack! “Ten.” This time Charlie could not suppress a quiet gasp of pain, but she held herself in place somehow.
Thwack! “Eleven.” Just one more to go!
Thwack! “Twelve.”
For a moment, Charlie could not stop herself pressing her hands to her reddened breasts, but then she made herself let go. Now for the worst of the three. Not sure which way was best to stand, Charlie settled for putting her hands on her head, feeling her fire-filled breasts rise as she did so, and widened her stance so her legs were well apart, unhappily aware of how much she was showing, but preoccupied more both by the pain she was already in and the anticipation of worse yet to come.
“Three from ze rear, zen three from ze front,” the mock professor stated, moving behind her. Charlie steeled herself as best she could.
Thwack!
“Ooohhh!”
Charlie closed her eyes in her torment. The upper ends of the fronds had impacted directly on her vulva, but then the lower parts had followed up by going straight between her legs until they had struck her sex lips. Desperately, her hands clutched her hair, fighting to stay in place.
“Thirteen.” Mandy’s voice was very unsteady. No doubt her own sex, as bare and exposed as her sister’s, was almost twitching in sympathy.
“Good shot,” one of the other men murmured in amusement.
Thwack!
“Oh!”
That was almost an identical shot and again Charlie could not suppress a gasp. For a moment her legs instinctively closed together in self-defence, but she forced herself to open them again. She was not going to give them the slightest excuse to start on Mandy instead. At least, not yet: she was no longer sure that she could take all thirty-six.
“Fourteen,” counted Mandy unsteadily.
Thwack! A
nother dead centre shot; another gasp, louder this time, from Charlie.
“Fifteen.”
Her eyes squeezed shut, Charlie sensed rather than saw him move to stand in front of her.
Thwack!
Now the main impact was on her mons, with the tips of the fronds then going through to bite her vulva. Charlie gasped again. “Sixteen,” Mandy intoned, her voice betraying her concern.
Thwack!
“Seventeen.”
Thwack!
“Eighteen. Charlie, let me ...” Mandy began.
“Silence!” The master of ceremonies bawled at Mandy. She quailed under his furious glare. After a moment he calmed enough to resume his fake mad scientist accent. “Do not disrupt ze experiment. I vould punish you for zat, but it vould affect the symmetry of my vork. But if you speak again apart from az directed ...”
“Sorry, sir,” Mandy said hurriedly.
The man merely grunted and turned his attention back to Charlie. The younger sister had used the brief pause to compose herself and was now bent over once more, hands clutching her ankles, knees locked straight, reddened bottom thrust into the air.
Six more whacks landed on the unfortunate girl’s bum, each accompanied by a gasp of pain from her and an unsteady count from Mandy. By the time she straightened up to present her sore breasts for more anguish, her bottom was a throbbing sea of pain. Somehow, her hands now turned into fists clutching her blonde hair, she took six more on her sensitive mounds. That made thirty now, but the worst was still to come. With awful trepidation, Charlie opened her legs. Once again he started from behind her.
Thwack!
“Owwwww!”
“Thirty-one.”
Thwack!
“Yeowww! Oh god, oh god ...”
“Th-thirty-two.”
Thwack!
Unable to stand still any more, Charlie collapsed in a sobbing heap on the floor, clutching between her legs.
“Th-thirty-three,” Mandy intoned.
The professor looked down at Charlie. “On your feet, slave, or hand ze baton to your sister.”
Somehow Charlie made it to her feet and spread her legs. He stood in front of her now and sent a vicious stroke scything in.
THWACK!
Charlie collapsed to the ground once more, sobbing uncontrollably.
“Thirty-four,” Mandy announced tonelessly.
“Get up, girl!”
Charlie tried to make herself rise, but felt as weak as a kitten. She just could not go on. Her eyes sought her sister’s. “Mandy, please ... just the last two ...”
Mandy nodded. “Of course,” she said with an enthusiasm she did not feel, though she really did want to spare her younger sister any more, even if it meant going into the firing line herself. She faced the man with the strap and spread her legs.
Thwack!
“Thirty-five,” Mandy whispered through clenched teeth.
Thwack!
“Thirty-six,” she managed to say.
The ‘professor’ laid the strap carefully down on a table. “My assistant has noted ze results,” he announced. “Ve vill compare them to zis afternoon viz two unrelated slaves. Herr Proby, ze stage iz yours.”
“Thank you, professor,” Proby said languidly, eyeing the two naked sisters who were now comforting each other - primarily Mandy comforting Charlie - on the floor. “Well, gentlemen, lunch will be in about an hour. Do you feel the need for some executive relief after that little show?”
Mandy, the more compos mentis of the two girls, noted with dismay as the four men all nodded and also saw the bulges in the crotches of several pairs of trousers.
“Unfortunately we will not have time to take turns, so I am afraid you will have to go two at a time. Slaves!” There was a sudden snap in his voice as he addressed Mandy and Charlie. “Get up on your hands and knees! Legs spread!”
Mandy and Charlie obeyed, miserably, both acutely aware of the inviting view they were presenting from the rear. From behind them they could both hear zips being undone and trousers coming down. Mandy fixed her gaze on a spot on the wall. She felt a large pair of male hands grip her flanks and then the tip of a prick nuzzling at her entrance. Then she felt him begin to push inside. She gasped as he entered her. Fortunately having lubricated himself he slid in easily until she felt him right in up to the hilt.
Then the spot she was gazing fixedly at was obscured as a hairy male body came right in front of her face, a second penis right in front of her eyes.
“Open your mouth, slave,” its owner muttered thickly.
Mandy had to obey. She felt the semi-erect male tool slide in past her lips, even as her body began to rock from the thrusting into her from behind. The one in her mouth seemed to go further and further in, until she had to fight to stop herself retching.
Glug, glug, glug came the sounds from nearby as she realised Charlie was getting similar treatment, but Mandy had enough demands on her attention already. She was being buffeted by the forceful thrusting from behind her and the penis in her mouth was also beginning to thrust forcefully in and out.
For long minutes Mandy was buffeted at both ends as the men used her. It was incredibly humiliating. “Doggie position” made her feel just that, like an animal being mounted, whilst being fucked in the mouth at the same time just added to the feeling of being used. Eventually she felt the man behind her come, felt his jism jet into her. Not long after, the second man exploded into her mouth and she forced herself to swallow his hot, salty cum, suspecting that spitting it out would get her into trouble. She was allowed to get up. Charlie’s two men had already both finished with her and she was standing quietly, stark naked, trying to look composed and not entirely succeeding. Fortunately the men were now more interested in going back to their rooms and showering before lunch, so the girls were dismissed.
Another ordeal was over, but even just this weekend there were clearly many more to come.
Chapter Five
Sue stared resolutely at the carpet and tried to keep her mind blank.
She was completely naked, on all fours in the lounge, her legs wide so that she was fully exposed and knelt sideways on in front of Proby’s armchair, in which he was sitting, with his feet up on her back, using her as a footstool.
It was late Sunday afternoon, and the guests were shortly to depart, but they were playing a few last games with the girls. Currently it was ‘pass the spanking parcel’. Rosie and Mandy, both also nude, had to slither snake-like from one lap to the next as the guests sat in a circle. Music played, but whenever it stopped whoever had them on their lap at the time could give them a dozen meaty slaps. For the rest of the time, of course, as they slid over the men’s laps, the men took every opportunity to fondle and grope them.
The other three girls, Nicola, Erica, and Charlie, stood to one side, currently not in use, though that could change at any time. All three, too, were naked. Charlie was slightly conspicuous by her shaved crotch, the other girls all being hirsute. Sue glanced at her younger daughter from time to time and a pang of anguish went through her, but there was nothing she could do. Her only consolation was that their fate would have been many times worse had they not been rescued from Africa and would not have ended after a year.
Sue had been fucked three times over the weekend. She was fairly sure that her daughters had both been had more than that. Mandy said very little about the things that were done to her and Charlie said absolutely nothing. It was a terrible ordeal for Sue to watch her girls go through this. But they were surviving.
Monday morning, ten o’clock, Sue and her girls were stood in the same lounge once more, now dressed in their maid’s uniforms, alongside the other three slaves. ‘Feedback session’, Rosie had called it and refused to give any other information. All six females stood to attention whilst Proby studie
d sheets of paper handed to him by the butler, occasionally writing a note on each sheet and finally sorting them into order. A thick wooden paddle stood alarmingly near to hand.
Eventually Proby finished and looked up at the line of anxious lovelies. “Perhaps I should explain the format for our new slaves,” he said easily. “Our guests were asked to fill in assessment sheets on each of you regarding your behaviour and sexual performance over the weekend. With the help of my trusty lieutenant Forsythe here, I then decide how much correctional treatment is required for each slave.”
Charlie forced herself not to react. Wasn’t it enough that she had allowed them to abuse her young body as much as they liked? But no, she knew it wasn’t. Mere surrender and co-operation were not enough. More was expected.
“In case you are wondering,” Proby went on, “the assessments and treatment take no account of your slave levels. All the girls are judged to the same standards. It seems only fair. Now, we always start with the girl who has the fewest demerits. Once again this week, that is Nicola.” The lovely, brown-haired former athlete took a step forwards from the line. Proby studied the piece of paper in front of him. “I think just a single token stroke will do,” he announced.
Immediately, Nicola knelt down in front of a footstool and leaned over it until her hands were on the floor on the other side. Then she reached back to flick her short skirt up to reveal a thong. All six slaves had been required to wear thongs today. Now Charlie understood why. She had never worn one before and found it rather uncomfortable.
Forsythe took up the paddle and took careful aim. Charlie held her breath. This paddle looked considerably heavier than the one she had experienced once before.
Whack!
The sound of the impact was deep and fearful. Nicola’s beautifully sculpted bottom immediately turned bright red. She got up, allowing her skirt to fall back into place. “Thank you, master,” she said, slightly breathlessly. Proby made a signal of dismissal and Nicola was allowed to leave the room.