Whiplash!

by Candace Smith

  “They won’t use it in the lowlands because it’s not profitable. Like I said… it’s a one time deal. It’s perfect for us, though.” The doctor stood and his fingers stroked through the sparse golden curls on the slave’s pussy. “You want it all off, right?’

  “Everything below the neck,” Carlton agreed.

  Rylee felt the man grab hold of one of her labia and smear the cool paste from the bowl on it. He repeated it on the other side, and by the time he finished, the first side felt like someone was holding a torch to her. Rylee shrieked through the gag and tried to raise her hips… push her thighs together… anything to stop the pain.

  “It stays on for five minutes, but if you leave it on longer it won’t hurt her. The actual chemical agents burn off by then, along with the follicle.” The doctor began smearing it onto her underarms and she screamed. “Hurts like a bitch, doesn’t it?” he smiled down at her. The man looked up at Carlton and said, “Her mom passed out before I finished her cunt. Hank was furious with her and had me wait until she woke up to finish her.” He finished by coating her legs, and Rylee almost fainted. She had screamed so much her voice was hoarse, and she was reduced to wails as she tensed in protest and relaxed again. “I think you got yourself a good one here, sir. It seems like she has a good pain threshold.”

  Finally the burning stopped, and the doctor picked up a hose and sprayed her. He put on some gloves with a coarse finish, and began to scrub her burned flesh, pulling the dead hair off in the process. Rylee’s collar kept her from turning her head, but she shifted her eyes trying to plead with Emmy. Emmy laughed, “Surely, you prefer to go through this once, rather than having the boys attacking your pussy with a razor every day.”

  After a final rinse, the doctor dried her and bent close to examine his work. “She’s a little pink, but it should be no worse than a sunburn. This stuff is remarkable.”

  Carlton stood and traced a finger down her bared mound. She had fat fleshy lips that allowed the briefest glimpse of the folds hidden within. “Any restrictions?”

  “Nope. Emmy, I can give you some lotion for her in case she peels,” the doctor suggested.

  Emmy spoke up. “Thank you. The last thing I need is her shedding all over the place.”

  The doctor picked up a clipboard and laid it on a table with some instruments. “Let’s get her measured.”

  Rylee squeezed her eyes shut while he lubed up different probes. He measured lengths and widths of her orifices. When he stuck a cool rod in her bottom, she whined. “You obviously haven’t used her,” he said to Carlton. “The boys?”

  Emmy replied, “As you’ve noticed, she’s small. We thought it best, to begin with.”

  “Well, there’s some minor tearing and she’s swollen, but fine. Give her to the boys a few more days, and then she should have no problem.”

  His finger probed her channel, and his thumb began to stroke her folds. Rylee wailed and whimpered as she felt her muscles constrict. “Responsive… very responsive,” he smiled at Carlton. He abruptly stopped his manipulations when she began to gasp and push into his fingers. Splitting her flesh, he measured her clit and then moved on to her breasts and nipples. At last, he laid the clipboard down.

  “Do you want her tolerance measured?”

  “I can judge the pain, but as you said, she’s responsive, so it might be better for you to let us know what’s safe,” Emmy replied. She sat forward and watched Rylee’s face, determined to recognize the signs.

  Rylee felt her pussy spread again, and a reasonably sized dildo was pushed into her. There was a flap that laid over her still swollen clit. Suckers from a monitoring machine were stuck to her chest, thighs and abdomen, and she heard a switch being turned on. A few seconds later, she felt vibrations inside her and along her slit. At first, it felt like soft stroking, gradually increasing in intensity. She could feel herself squeezing the probe, and her hips tried to rock up while she whined.

  “Geeze, she’s sensitive,” the doctor muttered. She wailed her orgasm and jerked her hips in frustration as the machine continued its assault. Cream drooled onto the table and she erupted into a second, then a third climax. By now it was painful, and Rylee wailed and hiccupped until the machine was shut off at five. “She could probably handle a few more but her mind didn’t register the last one, so it’s wasted. I’ll get the other devices ready for you by Friday. Did you need anything else?”

  “No, that’s it. We’re taking her by Jasper’s to get her measured for the family leathers, and Emmy thinks she might want a couple of harnesses,” Carlton replied while the doctor mopped up Rylee’s sex.

  Emmy and Carlton began removing all of the belts and unlatching her cuffs. They lifted the trembling girl up to a sitting position, and Rylee looked down at her naked sex and cried. Carlton tilted her chin. “Do you want that ring out?”

  Rylee silenced herself to a few shudders and nodded her head. “You are to stay completely quiet until we get home.” Rylee nodded again, and Carlton pushed his fingers around the ring, squeezed, and pulled it out of her mouth.

  Rylee tested her jaws and was amazed that they could still close. The doctor appeared with a toothbrush with a powdery paste, and he held a bowl under her chin and a cup in his other hand. Rylee silently scraped the paste across her teeth until her mouth finally felt clean, and the doctor handed her the water to rinse. “Open,” he ordered. Rylee opened her mouth and he checked her teeth. “At least twice a day for about a week, Emmy.”

  “Yes, Doc.”

  “I’ll send word Friday when her accessories are ready.” The doctor left the room, and Carlton pulled Rylee up by her arm.

  “You keep your hands folded behind you, unless you’re told to use them, and keep your eyes down unless you’re ordered to raise them,” Carlton ordered.

  Rylee looked up at him with surprise. She folded her arms behind her, and laced her fingers so she would not forget. Whatever she had to do, she wanted to keep her hands free again.

  “When men or boys of the clan speak to you, you answer, ‘Yes, Master’.” Carlton stared at her, and Rylee began to get uncomfortable. It seemed like he was waiting for something, and it finally dawned on her.

  “Yes, Master,” she quivered.

  “When a woman or girl of the clan speaks to you, you answer, ‘Yes, Mistress’,” Emmy said.

  “Yes, Mistress,” Rylee responded.

  “If you shame us, you will be punished, girl.”

  “Yes, Master.” Rylee followed them out of the room, clenching her hands and running her tongue along her teeth. They turned towards town, and never checked to see if she was following.

  In front of the main hall, they stopped, and Rylee almost ran into Carlton. He pointed to his right boot and snapped his fingers, “Position.” Rylee stepped forward and sank to her knees, carefully keeping her hands behind her and her eyes down.

  “She’s coming along well,” a man said.

  “We’ve been pleased with her. Carlton only obtained her the night before they left the lodge, so she’s had very little training.” Emmy leaned over, “Rylee, lift your head so Cameron can see you.”

  “Yes, Mistress,” Rylee said, and she looked into the face of one of Carlton’s brothers.

  “No ring?” he asked in surprise.

  “Rylee’s had some stressful days, and she’s assured us she’s going to work hard for this privilege. Isn’t that right, girl?”

  “Yes, Mistress.”

  “Eyes down.”

  “Yes, Mistress.” Rylee lowered her eyes. While the people talked above her, she glanced sideways at the street. She could see a few buildings and people, some dressed and some naked, running around doing chores. After a few minutes of discreet observations, she discovered she was not nervous. The rules were pretty easy, and as long as she did not have to really look at anyone or speak to them, she should be able to stay out of trouble. Her problems would be back at the house, alone with the family.

  Emmy and Carlton both noticed
she had stopped trembling. She was adjusting to her new position well. They said goodbye to Cameron, and Carlton tapped her on the head, “Rise.”

  “Yes, Master.” Rylee thumped a leg out in front of her to stand.

  “Emmy, have her practice her positions.”

  “Yes, Carlton. I’ll have her in a smooth roll by the end of the week.”

  They stopped at an open shop a few doors down that smelled like leather, and had saddles and all kinds of tack hanging along the walls. Rylee rubbed her palms with her fingers and listened for Carlton to order her to kneel.

  “Rylee, Jasper is going to need you to follow his instructions so he can measure you, so you can break position and do as he says.”

  “Yes, Mistress.” Rylee was not sure what she meant, so she kept her eyes lowered and did not move.

  A man said, “Over here.”

  She tried to determine where the voice was coming from, and shuffled forward uncertainly. “Yes, Master.”

  Emmy stifled her laugh. “Rylee, you can lift your eyes.”

  “Yes, Mistress.” Rylee lifted her head and discovered she was only a few inches away from walking into a bunch of knives and sickles hanging from the ceiling. Her eyes got huge, and she turned her head to find Jasper sitting far to the left of her. Carefully maneuvering away from the blades, she made her way over to him.

  “Yep, she’s smaller than I thought she was.” The big man placed his hands on her waist, and lifted her on top of a box. He measured her wrists, ankles and neck, and Emmy had him measure from her neck to her waist, front and back, and from the front and back of her waist, between her legs, and all around her chest and breasts. The man took a few more measurements and spoke with Carlton while Emmy looked through a book and jotted down numbers.

  “These will do for a start,” she announced. “Let me know when they’re ready.”

  “I should have your family leathers in the morning. I have them finished, except for the final cut and latches.”

  “Thank you Jasper. I’ll see you then.”

  Rylee gasped as the big man turned around and lifted her to the ground again. She quickly scanned the way to the door and glanced at the knives before lowering her eyes. Emmy realized she still did not have the hang of it yet, and walked behind her with a hand on her shoulder guiding her until they reached the sidewalk. It was better to have her trying too hard than refusing to obey.

  The walk and sunshine felt good, and no one seemed to comment on her nudity. If they leered, she did not notice it, and she only felt embarrassed about her denuded pussy. The burning had stopped, and it did not hurt too much anymore. They reached the porch steps and she followed them inside.

  “Rylee, go wait on the washing platform for me.”

  “Yes, Mistress.” Rylee made her way to the back of the house and crossed the lawn. She waited on the platform with her back to the house and looked into the water.

  Carlton and Emmy watched for an indication she was going to try to run or to find a weapon. The girl stood with her head lowered and her hands behind her back. The only movement was her hands, fidgeting her fingers across her palms.

  “She’s adjusting very well,” Carlton noted.

  “I think we’ll visit Alma tomorrow so she can tell me what she thinks,” Emmy replied.

  “Don’t let her fuck with her,” Carlton warned.

  “Carlton, don’t be ridiculous. Your mother’s not going to hurt her. She told me that once in a great while, she comes across a slave that is naturally submissive. They don’t even know it. She said they’re a rare prize, because it’s next to impossible for them to shut down. They get comfortable in the role and the rules, even the pain, as long as things are ordered and somewhat predictable. They do well with a bit of a routine. I just want her to tell me if she thinks that’s what’s going on with the girl.”

  “She reminds me of Amber… with a personality,” Carlton smiled.

  “Oh no, this girl is much more than Amber, and you know it,” Emmy punched his arm playfully. “I better get her cleaned up for tonight. The boys are going to go crazy not being able to use her.”

  “They can use her mouth later, if they need to. Better one of them try her with teeth first,” Carlton chuckled.

  Emmy walked out to the platform. “You know the first position, girl.”

  “Yes, Mistress.” Rylee looked nervously at the lower bar, and slowly bent over to present her bottom. Her hands were left free, and Emmy pushed them out of the way. Rylee wrapped them around the bar and squeezed tightly. She was learning anything that went near her sore bottom was less painful if she tried to relax.

  After she was cleaned out, Emmy handed her the soap. “Go into the stream and wash yourself. It doesn’t get more than waist deep this time of year… and raise your eyes so you don’t drown yourself.”

  “Yes, Mistress.” Rylee’s teeth chattered by the time the water was to her hips, and she quickly dunked down to wet her hair. She came up sputtering and gasping. Emmy smiled as she watched her quickly soap up and rinse off again, and she almost ran back to the shore.

  “You can walk around the back yard until you dry. Look at the garden, but don’t get all dirty again, and stay within site of the back door.”

  “Yes, Mistress.”

  Emmy had taken two steps towards the house, when she heard a whispered, “Thank you, Mistress.” She almost stumbled, and could not wait to talk to Alma.

  Carlton stood at the door and watched the girl roam around while Emmy prepared dinner. He had not heard the boys come in. “Hey, she’s not tied,” Brian said in surprise.

  “She’s not ringed either. That can’t be good,” Steven said suspiciously.

  “She’ll be fine. We might let you boys have her mouth after the marking. Your mother and I will be watching, but she seems to be determined to keep these freedoms, so we’re not expecting any problems,” Carlton said.

  “Brian, go get her for me.”

  “Okay, mom.” He walked out the door and found the slave bending over the garden. The sight of her bottom in the air made is cock twitch and he rubbed the front of his jeans while he silently approached her.

  Rylee was bent over and studying some vegetables, and she reached over and pulled another weed. She tossed it in the pile with the other dozen she had removed from the turned dirt. She used to love to garden with her mother, and at first the sight of it depressed her. Gradually, she lost herself in the routine chore.

  “Well, shit.”

  Rylee squealed and jumped at the unexpected voice. She stared at the young man for a moment before dropping her eyes, without taking the time to figure out which of the twins it was.

  “Raise your damn eyes up and look at me,” he said irritably. “Did Tammy work in the garden again today?

  Rylee’s was already trembling. “Yes, Master.”

  “That’s just great. Did you do all that?” Brian pointed to the small pile of weeds.

  “Yes, Master.” Oh god, I was told I couldn’t do that. I was only supposed to look around. He’s going to tell them, and they’ll tie my hands again. Her eyes began brimming with tears, and she wanted to plead with him not to tell his parents. She looked at her filthy hands and let out a sob.

  Brian said, “Come on. Mom wants you inside, but we better get your hands washed off first.” He led her to the water and handed her the soap. Rylee worked at getting the dirt out from under her short nails, and swished her hands in the cold water.

  “Brian, what’s taking you so long?” Emmy called from the back porch.

  “On our way, mom. Come on, girl.”

  They passed through the kitchen, and Emmy called her over. She had her kneel and handed her a brush. “Put it back in a rope,” she ordered, and handed Rylee a tie.

  “Yes, Mistress.” Rylee snuck a look at Brian.

  “You can put her in the garden tomorrow,” he said.

  “What?” Emmy glanced between the kneeling girl and her son.

  “She’s got a pile
of a dozen weeds out there, so at least she knows the difference between them and the vegetables.”

  “There are still weeds out there? Damn, I forgot to check when Tammy got called back to the quarters,” Emmy admitted. “You’re sure Rylee picked them?” she asked suspiciously.

  “I watched her, then I brought her to the pond to wash her hands.”

  Emmy saw the girl was looking down, tying the leather to the end of her long braid and dripping tears onto her thigh. “I told you not to get dirty.”

  Rylee jumped and tossed her hair over her shoulder. She put her hands behind her and trembled, “Yes, Mistress.” Tears began to fall faster and Carlton watched her nervously run her fingers through the tail of the braid hanging down her back.