Chapter 4
During her first year, Chiara was conditioned to withstand the harshest
beatings. They called it stamina enhancement sessions, as day after day, men and
women passed to dish out floggings that could not have been survived anywhere
else. Eventually, she had reached a level where she could be kept conscious for
days under the instruments and even surpassed the stamina of her tormentors. The
mental anguish of being unable to drift off into unconsciousness or insanity,
coupled with the seemingly endless succession of sadistic Masters and Mistresses
conditioned her to being a plaything that could be have fun with in the eyes of
her tormentors.
One day, she was picked up from the healing rooms and escorted out of the
building. She had learned a long time ago that fighting the overseers did her no
good at all. They had literally beaten it into her to docilly follow them to the
next slaughter. They led her onto a clearing in the woods, where she was awaited
by a latex-clad woman. She recalled that this woman had only recently flogged
her breasts until they were hanging down in stripes. When even this did not
suffice to "finish" her, the cruel sadist left, swearing that she would one day
torture her until she begged to receive another flogging. Apparently, this day
had come.
"Put her into that bent-over pillory for me, if you will", she motioned to the
overseers. When they were done and had left, Chiara was standing in the middle
of the clearing, arms and feet secured in the pillory, her ass protruding
obscenely into the air. Latexova, one of the nouveau-riche Russian sadists,
stood behind her, having donned an enormous dildo and proceeded to dildo-fuck
her up the ass. She rammed it home every time, to the hilt, all 12 inches of
huge cock, grunting with each thrust and soon the woods reverberated with
Chiaras shrieks. But that was only the beginning. Having opened up her asshole
with the relentless dildo-fucking, the heartless sadist now went on to insert a
speculum into Chiara's pussy and asshole. She smeared a sticky substance into
both holes and withdrew the speculums. Next, she swiftly produced two pairs of
safety-pins. One each went through poor Chiara's nipples, the other pair through
the meaty parts of her cuntlips. Short cordlets, drawing the two pair together,
ensured that Chiara was almost motionless. To make it even worse, Latexa also
anchored the cunt to the back of the pillory. Even the smallest movement would
tear mercilessly at the poor slave's tits and cunt.
Chiara stood. She soon began to feel the heat in her pussy and asshole,
apparently the substance rubbed into her had been some sort of irritating glue.
Latexova sat on her human throne in the shades, a young slavegirl, 16 years old
at most, whom she had tied in such a way that she could squat on her face.
Slurping sounds indicated that the slave had been instructed to lick her cunt.
Chiara did not dare to move, afraid to tear off her nipples of her cuntlips.
Twitching in her bonds, she was still sobbing from the pain inflicted by the
cruel ass-fuck. As the punishing heat in her loins built up, her sobs turned
into wails of torture. Despite herself, she began to move in her bonds,
increasing her discomfort. Tearing at her bonds, she desperately tried to escape
the pillory. To the cruel sadist, she was a marvellous sight: bent over,
stretched taut, her head thrown back and shrieking into the emptiness of the
woods. She stood up and walked in front of her victim. Hands on her hip, legs
slightly apart, an evil smile on her face, she watched. Saw the tear-streaked
face of the tortured girl turn the deepest shade of purple, eyes bulging out of
their sockets, nostrils wide open as in a galloping horse, mouth wide open and
the tongue flailing inside. The huge tits cruelly drawn towards the stretched
cuntlips, obscenely drawn out, the woman forced into a crouching position that
quickly induced cramps in her thighs.
Latexa stepped up to her plaything, grabbed her long mane and came very close.
When she had her attention, she almost spat out the words, her face cruelly
twisted in sadistic glee:
"Save your voice, bitch. Wait till the bees discover your honey. They will want
to get it out of your orifices. That should give you plenty more to holler
about."
Chiara just stared incredulously at her tormentress, who laughed her in the
face, slapped her and returned to her place in the shades. It only took a few
minutes, but then she heard the buzzing sound of a stinging bee. She felt it
settle on her left ass-cheek and thought that she felt it moving towards her
pussy. She was trembling and sweating profusely, even before the insect first
mad contact. But then, she felt a sharp sting and incredulous pain set in. Her
demented shrieks for mercy did not subside for the next few hours, as swarms of
bees kept returning, massing her loins and biting as if in anger at not being
able to get at her treasures. In the midday sun, her ass and pussy got severely
burnt and if that had not been enough, Latexa also gave her another severe
flogging in the quiet hours of the early afternoon, when the bees had withdrawn
for a while. Chiara had long collapsed in the pillory, no longer caring about
the pain in her tautly extended nipples or pussy lips. Unable to faint because
of the booster injections, she was just a shrieking, hollering heap of agonised
woman. A slave reduced to the very basics of her existence, that of giving
pleasure to anyone wishing to inflict suffering on her.
It turned out that Latexa had paid the fee of one million pounds sterling for
having Chiara exclusively for a month all to herself. It was a month of endless
suffering for Chiara. The imagination of the Russian sadist knew no bounds.
