When Brian let go, the girl screamed as her weight pulled on her hair, and her feet searched for the short poles while she tried to pull up on her wrists to remove the pain on her scalp. Her toes were all that could reach when she managed to get her weight on her wrists and off her ponytail.
“Very good,” John complimented.
“It is amazing what those two can come up with,” Emmy agreed with pride.
Rylee stared wide-eyed at Tammy’s restraint. If she did not stand with her legs spread so the tips of her toes reached the small posts, she either had to try to pull up her weight on her stretched arms, or she would hang by her hair. Brian and Steven had not even bothered to secure her ankles. Rylee imagined Tammy would keep herself spread, because even with just her toes, having her legs support her weight would be the least painful.
The boys returned from the shed, each holding a cane. Steven had his father’s habit of bending it, to test the spring. They marched up to the girl, and Steven said, “Which side do you want?”
“I’ll take the right, I guess. Three out of five?” Brian asked.
Emmy chuckled, “They’re so competitive.”
They alternated harsh, whooshing turns to see who could get closest to their chosen nipple. Tammy shrieked and begged, occasionally lifting her legs and hanging from her hair. Rylee found herself jerking when she heard the cane swing through the air. In the back of her mind, she wondered when it was going to be her turn to entertain them.
The boys finished and walked up to the sobbing girl, then they came over to their mother with excited flushed faces. John said, “I can see you two inherited the patriarch’s talent.” They beamed at the compliment.
“So, who won?” asked Emmy.
Steven pursed his lips in disappointment. “It was a tie. We both had two direct hits, two off the mark and one that nipped the nipple.”
“You’ll get more accurate with practice,” Emmy assured them.
“If you’re not too tired, you two can fuck her before I take her back to the cages,” John offered.
The boys thanked him, put their canes away, and Emmy led Rylee into the house while they were taking Tammy down from the pole. “John, I’m going to bring Rylee by this afternoon. She hasn’t had the opportunity to see the quarters yet, and we’re finishing the last bottle.”
“Hank had the other one over earlier, and he even had me cage her for a couple rounds. I think she’s shutting down. Hank doesn’t have the patience, and until Cass comes back to slow him down, he’s better off with one of the girls from the quarters.”
It had not occurred to Rylee that they were talking about her mother. She was listening to Tammy screaming in the background, and she wondered what else the boys were doing to her.
“We’re stopping by to see Alma first, and then we’ll be over.”
The back door opened and Tammy was led in by Steven and Brian, each holding an arm. Slick juice was coating her thighs and chin, and her breasts had horrible purpling welts crisscrossing them. John bellowed, “Come on, girl. We’ll get you hosed down, and then you’ve earned yourself three days.” Tammy whimpered as she followed him, and turned to give Rylee one more seething glare.
Emmy noticed the look, and she knew that after two years it had been ingrained into the girl that she could blame another slave for her predicament but never a Master of Mistress. Her own make up would not allow her to blame herself. It probably worked well for her when she trapped her wealthy husband on the flatlands, but that same conniving attitude had gotten her into trouble when she tried to grab all his money in the divorce. The clan received a healthy fee to make her disappear, and her husband still paid large sums to see a few pictures and reassure himself his former wife was being adequately chastised for her transgressions.
“I think we’ll just get your teeth brushed and face washed up.” Emmy led her into the bathroom off the bedroom, and showed her a drawer containing a toothbrush and paste, a small bar of soap and a rag. “You can come in here in the morning to wash up… and Rylee, I’ll know if you get into anything else.”
“Yes, Mistress.” The thought actually had not crossed her mind.
“Come out to the kitchen when you’re finished.”
“Yes, Mistress.” Rylee enjoyed the solitude of washing up, and she looked down at the rings piercing her nipples. They were kind of pretty, even though they still hurt. She glanced at the door, then quickly looked down and spread her lips. The stones in the little rings glittered in the filtered sun. She shuddered and released herself, and walked quickly towards the kitchen.
Emmy showed her where things were to make sandwiches. “I’m sending you to the dining hall at the end of the week to learn how to make bread, stew and a few other staples.”
“Yes, Mistress.” Rylee sliced across the sandwiches and put them on the plates.
Emmy reached into a cabinet for the last of a bottle of Rylee’s green goop. She instructed Rylee, “This is all you get for breakfast and lunch. Mix it with water so you don’t dehydrate. At dinner, you get a full bottle.”
Rylee wanted to ask her what was in the horrible mixture. Although the smell of real food still caused her to salivate, curiously enough the stuff in the bottle seemed to keep her full.
Carlton came home, and while Rylee knelt and lapped up her lunch, she listened to the boys relay their morning. “Where did you get the idea to hang her like that?”
“We combined a couple of the things you did with Amber last year,” Brian admitted.
“Yeah, but Amber never screamed the way Tammy did,” Steven bragged.
Carlton muttered, “Amber never screamed at all.”
After lunch, the boys took off with their father. Emmy sat at the table studying the girl while she washed the dishes. “We’re going to visit Carlton’s mother. I expect you to comport yourself correctly,” she warned.
“Yes, Mistress.” Rylee put the last of the dishes away and followed Emmy to the street. She kept her hands behind her and her eyes pinned on Emmy’s feet.
They walked the whole length of the town, and stopped at the last cabin where a tall older woman opened the door to them. “Emmy,” the woman gave her a hug, “it’s so nice to see you. Carlton told me you might stop by.”
She looked around Emmy to the silent girl standing behind her. She was a beautifully proportioned little woman, with generous curves and flesh to work with. She saw the end of a long blonde braid, and studied the glittering rings in her nipples, pussy, and the edge of the one in her clit. “Pretty little thing,” she noted.
“Rylee, eyes up.”
“Yes, Mistress.” Rylee looked into an icy gray stare. It made her want to shiver.
“Good match on the stones,” the woman noted. “I hope you don’t mind, but Jordon was heading back from the hall, and Jasper caught him and gave him the leathers.”
“Not at all. Let’s get these training belts off her,” she laughed.
Rylee followed Emmy into the living room. Laid out on the table were new cuffs and a collar with an ornamental ‘P’ stamped into them. Emmy took off Rylee’s cuffs and collar, and it felt weird and uncomfortable, almost like she was now completely naked. When the new leathers were secured, Rylee noticed the leather was softer and there was hardly any extra space for them to turn around. The fit was perfect.
Jordon came in from the back yard and said, “Hi Emmy. I see you brought Carlton’s new acquisition.”
Carlton came in the door behind him. He walked up to Rylee and tested the new cuffs. “Much better,” he stated. He looked over at his wife. “I decided I wanted to hear what mother has to say.”
“Rylee, get into position by Alma. You are to follow her instructions,” Emmy said.
“Yes, Mistress.” Rylee had an uneasy feeling as she crossed the room and knelt beside the older woman. She had a cold cruelness about her.
Alma looked down and saw the girl fidgeting with the end of her hair. Obviously, the girl was nervous, but not so out of control as
to be crying. “Has she masturbated for you, yet?” Rylee wanted to sink into the floor and die. She felt the flush spreading from her cheeks and down her neck to her chest.
“Right after the marking,” Emmy replied.
“When did you mark her? This looks new.” The woman lifted a nipple ring, and Rylee winced.
“Last night,” Carlton answered.
“You mean, right after the marking?” the woman asked.
“Alma, she was soaked after Carlton did her nipples… and yes, we used the nooses,” Emmy defended.
Now, her eyes did fill with tears as they humiliated her by discussing her defilement. Why did the woman want to know these horrible things? The woman’s nail pricked under her chin, and Rylee was forced to look into the icy eyes again. “Go suck my husband. I want to watch you.”
Rylee gasped, and the woman’s eyes narrowed to a terrifying, penetrating threat. “Yes, Mistress,” she stammered. She rose slowly and forced herself not to look at Emmy to save her. That would earn her a punishment, she was sure. By the time she reached Jordon and knelt in front of him, she was shaking and the silent tears were wetting her breasts. She glanced up at him, and he was leaning back with his hands folded behind his head, smiling cruelly and obviously enjoying his wife’s idea.
Rylee’s fingers slipped and grabbed at his zipper, and she focused on pretending it was Carlton. She was way past the point of envisioning lost loves from high school.
Alma watched her husband close his eyes and enjoy the liquid seductions of the blonde bobbing head on his crotch. “How is she with her ass?”
“We’ve only used the boys, but she seems to be doing all right,” Emmy answered.
Alma rose and knelt behind the girl. Rylee shivered as she felt a finger stroke her, and she sobbed around the cock driving down her throat. Once more they would know she was wet, and think that she was a slut. The woman slicked two fingers and pushed them into her rectum. The strong fingers spread and stroked, and Rylee tried to force her muscles to relax.
“She’s plenty wide enough for you past the entrance, and that might not change until you finally breach her. Do it Carlton, I want to see her response.”
Rylee’s response was to mewl her complaint around Jordon’s cock, and he enjoyed it immensely. His hands dropped to her head and he asked, “My timing might be off, but how much practice does she have without a ring?”
Alma was still kneeling beside her, and she stroked down Rylee’s braid. “Jordon, this little slave would not dare so much as scrape you with a tooth.”
The threat was clearly understood, and Rylee felt Carlton lining up behind her. She knew his size, and with the pain that the smaller rods of the boys caused her, she was in for a terrible agony. The bulbous head began to push and she cried. When her hole began to widen, and it popped in past the ridge, she was sobbing and gripping her hands together tightly so she would not push him away. As his length drove into her, she screamed around the tube in her throat.
“Don’t worry about the blood. Use her a bit or stick a plug in so she doesn’t heal so tightly again,” Alma admonished.
Carlton held her hips and pumped while his father finally lifted his hips to jerk his seed down her throat. Thankfully, Carlton followed soon after with his own groaning climax. Rylee tried to concentrate on cleaning the cock in front of her while Carlton slowly slipped out of her pained bottom.
Alma’s fingers stroked her again, and a finger slipped into her pussy. Another finger stroked across her throbbing pierced clit, and she felt her muscles grip. Alma turned to Emmy and smiled. The blonde head rose, and Alma said, “Lie on the floor and masturbate. Entertain us.” She walked back to her chair.
Rylee remained kneeling and looking at the man’s thighs. All of a sudden, Alma was standing beside her, and a cane came slicing through the air and across the top her breasts. Rylee shrieked and scrambled backwards. “Acknowledge me, slave,” she demanded.
“Yyyes, Mistress,” Rylee blurted. She looked helplessly around the room for escape, and finally lay back on the carpet and sobbed. She raised her thighs so her pussy was facing an unoccupied chair, and she quivered while she spread herself. Emmy found it curious that she did not have to be reminded to split her lips to be viewed. It took several minutes for her to stop sobbing enough to begin to feel her arousal, and several more minutes for her to force the orgasm. She dropped her legs and closed her eyes and cried.
“How is her pain threshold?”
“Pretty good, I mean, she didn’t pass out or lose it through marking,” Emmy replied.
“And you’ve only had her since the night before you returned to camp?”
“Yes,” Carlton answered. “Her family arrived as a ‘whiplash’ the night before we disbursed.
“Oh, that’s right, I seem to remember Hank took the mother. Is the father here?” Alma asked.
“No, he’s with Tyler’s clan.”
“Hmmph… well, let’s get the girl out back.” The woman walked to where the girl was still crying on the carpet, and kicked her lightly in the ribs. “Stop that nonsense. Get up.”
Rylee slowly rose, and wiped her eyes before she folded her hands behind her. She smelled her arousal on her cheeks and cried some more. She snuck a look behind her to make sure they were not going to leave her alone with the horrible woman. There was a large shed at the far edge of the lawn, and it was dim inside. It took Rylee’s eyes a moment to adjust, and they widened when she recognized one of the girls who had been led to the camp with her. The girl was straddling a thin beam with her feet off the floor and all the weight on her sex, or her raised arms if she could still lift herself. She had some kind of gag in her mouth and she stared at Rylee through miserable tears.
Rylee glanced at the devices around the room and began to back up. When she bumped into Carlton’s chest she jumped, and he smacked her bottom causing her to jump forward.
Alma looked around the room. “I think we can do something to judge without marking her. Come over here.”
Rylee cried quietly and followed the frightening woman. There were three chains hanging from an overhead beam. Two of them ended in leather belts, and one ended in a large pinching clamp with long wide teeth. The belts were strapped around her thighs, and Rylee whimpered when the clamp dug through her braid, halfway down her back. Jordon turned a crank and the chains attached to her thighs began to rise. Her thighs left the floor, and her hands automatically reached up to the chain holding her braid. Soon she was wailing and trying to get the weight off her hair as she lay horizontally in the air.
Alma walked to a shelf and came back with some weights with hooks. She attached them to the rings on her sore nipples, and she shrieked when one was hooked to her clit. “Lower her a little, Jordon. You boys had your fun. Now its time for me and Emmy to get some relief from the girl.”
A chair was moved in front of her, and Rylee was lowered even with the seat. Alma lowered her jeans and spread her thighs. She looked back at Emmy. “She’s had training?”
“Very little. Tammy showed her once.”
“That should be sufficient.” Alma reached for the wailing girl’s chin. “Get your hands on my pussy and get to work. If you do well, I might let you down when you’re done with Emmy.”
Rylee was screaming, and in her mind she used every vile curse word she could think of. Her fingers reached out to the gray-haired mound and she shuddered. She worked her tongue as quickly as she could, and tried to refrain from grabbing her hair… or the weights… or the woman’s throat. She finally managed to get both women to climax, and she shuddered with relief when she was lowered and the weights were removed.
Alma winked at Emmy, and turned to Rylee. “Kneel in front of your Mistress and ask her to bring you back to play with me on Mondays.”
It did not take much encouragement to move away from the horrible woman, but the words were sticking in her throat. Her teary crystal eyes looked into Emmy’s dark stare where the residual heat of passion still shone.
“Mistress, please…” Rylee sniffed, “please bring me back on Mondays.”
Emmy smiled, “Of course, girl. It should be quite enjoyable.” Alma glanced towards the house, and Emmy said, “Up.” Rylee rose, and Emmy left her kneeling in the kitchen while she and Alma spoke in quiet tones in the other room. Jordon and Carlton talked at the kitchen table, making it impossible for Rylee to eavesdrop on the women.
Emmy came to retrieve her, and nodded at Carlton. They had a submissive who would not shut down on them, and they could enjoy tortures they had only dreamed of or discussed when in the heat of passion. Rylee willingly followed Emmy out of the cruel woman’s house.
They walked to a row of buildings behind the main street of the settlement. Rylee could not keep her eyes down as she looked at rows of posts and other methods of restraint, most binding a naked slave. Towards a bunkhouse of sorts, there were two women in odd horizontal restraining cages. One of them was Tammy, still giving Rylee a hateful stare. The cage was shaped like a torso. It reached under her neck, keeping her head up, then circled her ribcage, letting her breasts fall free. It continued under her hips, and two leather straps connected the top of the cage to the bottom, by splitting her bottom and her labia. There was a ring gag in her mouth, leaving every sexual orifice available for use.
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