Day and Knight Volume III

DAY AND KNIGHT VOLUME III

Chapter # 8

Event number one of the contest to win the privilege of being Brenda’s exclusive sex slave was over and the judges awarded the win to Susan. She showed a more compelling writing style in her essay assignment and had gotten bonus points for that.

In their essays, both Jane and Susan had been specific in describing the punishment they found most erotic. Jane said she found hanging from the rafters by her wrists, stretched wide, most appealing and slave-like. Susan said she found that being chained, naked, in front of strangers, probed and slapped, and eventually auctioned off at a mock slave sale was most erotic for her.

But, what put her over the top in the view of all three judges was her suggestion that the looser of the contest be forced to keep her entire body shaved, from the top of her head to her toes, for the entire period of the winners stay with Brenda. She did make allowances for wigs if needed for social occasions where Laurel felt it would be in good taste to have a head of hair. She said that if she lost, and she really didn’t have any reason to believe that she would loose, would herself endure this humiliation and would use it to increase her resolve to win the second contest.

Jane won event two. Clearly it was in the interest of each girl to avoid the appearance of being sexually satisfied from the aggressive oral attempts of the competing slave. Jane was so experience at bringing other folks pleasure with her mouth and hands that Susan could not feign disinterest or dissatisfaction beyond the first few minutes. Jane worked on her clit, nipples and asshole with determination and expertness. After less than five minutes, Susan’s eyes rolled back in their sockets at the height of her sexual tension and gave in to several shuddering climaxes which left her limp. Jane held out under Susan energetic ministrations for over twelve minutes.

Susan had thought about event number three and was sure she had found the winning strategy. She would shoot for bonus points and distract herself from the pain of the tightening clamps. She also had the presence of mind to toughen up her nipple in the days prior to the event. Jane was allowed to remove her nipple rings for the event.

Susan spread her legs and used her dancers muscles to bend and stretch erotically, while she spread her cunt and manipulated her clit to the appreciative view of the judges while the clamps were tightened on her large tawny nipples. Brenda, who was watching in a private room via a concealed camera and she was might impressed by Susan’s performance as well.

Jane had decided to stand stiffly with her shoulders back and her tits thrust outward as a means of showing her stoicism in the face of torment. He approach was an entertaining contrast to Susan‘s.

Susan’s weights were bobbing up and down and her approach really impressed the judges. She got her bonus points but didn’t need them since Jane dropped her scarf, perhaps unintentionally, a full three minutes before Susan signaled her need to stop.

Jane did not know that she was at “match point” when the whip fell on her stretched ass at the beginning of the forth event. It wasn’t at all clear to the judges, or Roger, Laurel, and Brenda just what kept the scarf between her thumb and forefinger, but it stayed there this time. The first hundred lashes had not been intended to separate the hardy from the weak but just to add a significant level of lingering discomfort to both girls.

They both would have something to remember from the first series but it was the second hundred that were applied with increased intensity by the single tails. About each tenth stroke during this series was applied with the intensity needed to raise a nasty welt on the girls ass and upper portion of their hamstrings. Both girls swooned at the cuts. But, Jane seemed to be resolved to endure anything her tormentors gave her.

Susan dropped her scarf after the tenth welt and was screaming in pain. Jane, seemed to be off the planet by her sixteenth welt and Roger decided not to alternate with Laurel any further. He wanted to be the one who made her give in. Actually, it didn’t matter at that point, he was just going ahead with ever the rules as he delivered her seventeenth, eighteenth, nineteenth, and twentieth cut. Roger then stopped the punishment. And to bring Jane down to earth, he pushed several fingers into Jane’s sopping cunt.

Roger stimulated her clit with studied expertness and she clamped her cunt muscles as much as was possible. Her legs stiffened and this time he dug his fingers deeply into her cunt. She clamped down on his fingers again which he took as a signal to proceed with the whip.

By the thirtieth welt, Jane was a quivering, perspiring, spectacle. She hung by her wrists, her head pulled upward by the head gag and mask that he had placed on her earlier. The scarf again held tight. She was now making a statement. They would have to torture her more than all that if she was ever going to drop the scarf this time.

Roger said, “Jane, you dumb pain slut, drop the damn scarf!” And, he hit her again and again. In his most commanding voice he repeated “Jane, for god’s sake, drop, the fucking scarf!” Whack!!! She jerked violently and fainted. The scarf flutter to the floor.

The others involved were amazed. She had won the event, but at what cost. They all revived her and nursed her welts with all the tenderness and healing balm they could find.

The girls both knew that the contest was tied, two events apiece, as they went into the fifth event. From within individual sound proof rooms, each girl was stretched on a horizontal cross. Their legs were spread lewdly, exposing their shave cunts. Their arms were stretched over their head which was fastened to a hard beam with a leather strap. They were blind folded and gagged.

The cuts, from a multi-thonged whip, would come downward between their legs directly onto their cunt lips. This punishment would be augmented by cuts from a cane across their upper thighs. The dropping of the red scarf was again the signal to stop.

It wasn’t clear just why, but most of the observers present later opined that Jane’s nervous system was probable still reacting intensely from the severe beating she had received in the previous event. The ninth direct blow to her cunt caused her to convulse or spasm. And, she released her two fingered grip on the scarf.

The winner of the event and the entire contest would be Susan. She was screaming like a woman possessed but ultimately dropped her scarf after the twentieth punishing blow.

There were tears of joy mixed with tears of sorrow and pain. Jane was comforted, physically and emotionally, by Laurel.

Brenda took Susan to her breast. Brenda cried, deep emotional tears, too. It was touching to her to realize the lengths to which Jane, and for that matter, Susan, was willing to go to display her devotion to her.

Jane asked for a two week recover period before she was sent to Laurel. Brenda understood the reasons for Jane’s request but felt it best if Jane went to Laurel straight away.

Jane asked that Brenda be the one to shave her from head to toe. She also requested that Brenda help her pick out some new clothes since she hadn’t been out of the apartment for so long she didn’t know any of the styles. And. would Brenda help her pick out several wigs? Brenda did accede to those requests.

“Of course darling, we’ll make a short day of it,” Brenda whispered softly.

Laurel had decided to have Jane and her things picked up by limo and brought to their apartment in the late afternoon of the day after the final event. This gave Brenda and Jane time to do the shopping Jane had in mind. In truth, Jane was still hurting badly and moved with uncommon difficulty.

It was Laurel’s intent to make Jane feel special and wanted. Everything would be just fine between them Jane assured her.

After the limo driver had unloaded Jane’s possessions, Laurel laid out the house rules for her new slave which were not really different than she had experienced at Brenda’s.

For her part, Jane was looking forward to learning a few things from her new mistress and of serving Roger. She had recently been noticing the bulge in the pants of some of the more handsome customers at Brenda’s place, including Roger. Coping with the demands of a reasonably benevolent male dominant would be a relatively new, but perhaps a pleasant experience for her.

In the privacy of their own room Jane spoke to Roger about their new slave. “I’ll want to set the tone for Jane and I think it would be good if she started to get some social exposure. Real personal exposure, if you know what I mean. Could you make arrangements for me to take her to the same restaurant you first took Patti?” she asked.

“I’ll take care of it right now dearest” he said as he picked up the phone.

“Hello, Tony, this is Roger Clairet. I’d really be appreciative if you would see to it that my wife and her new slave, Jane, got the same private table for two that I had some months ago. You may remember Jane. Well, she is now Laurel’s new slut. She was a guest at the exhibition Patti gave at my club not long ago. The table I enjoyed so much was quite private and away from the restrooms, if you know what I mean, Tony.

“I’ll make it worth your while and you might even find the action amusing too. Perhaps your girlfriend might want to be in the room as well. Say about eight thirty tomorrow night.”

The End of “Day and Knight Volume III,” Chapter # 8

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