Her New Slut

[illianacole]

(closed for Luna_Wolf72)
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Selene sat in the horse drawn carriage watching as the city passed her by. Beside her sat Gregorio, the Slaver, and he watched her every move.

She was on her way to a new household. Selene was a slave in a reality not her own. she had been kidnapped from her own world three years ago and sold into sexual slavery here on this alternate earth called Sitare. Her virginity at the time along with her long blond curls and exotic ice blue eyes had gotten her snatched up in a hurry. She'd been the possession of a young man who was only just exploring his preferences, but she'd been returned to the slaver when he took a wife who did not approve his possession of her.

This new Owner was a woman, and if rumor was true, quite a sadistic one who enjoyed the tears of her slaves as much as she enjoyed the pleasure they brought her. Selene had not seen the woman when she'd been bought, but the other slaves had expressed their sorrow at her misfortune. The whole situation had her nervous and shivering as the carriage pulled to a stop before what she would consider a futuristic mansion.

"Get your ass in gear girl" Gregorio barked as he hauled her out of the carriage with little care.

 

[Luna_Wolf72]

Georgette watched as the carriage drew up in front of palazzo, It wasn't as if she were hidden from view, not really. It was more subtle, devious, than that. She stood in the open, but she didn't appear to be the Mistress of the house. Instead, she looked like a lowly field hand, all muck and mire and dirt rubbed across one high cheek bone. Her hair was a rats nest of burnished dark brown curls, her clothing tattered and torn. She wanted to see what her new purchase was like when there were no authority figures around.

The door opened and the girl was tugged out and made to stand at attention as the slave handler strode toward the palazzo doors. All of that was par for the course and Georgette took her time, meandering closer and giving the lush girl a thorough going over with her eyes.

Flawless skin, full curves, long hair of a pretty golden hue. No visible marks, no scars. Obviously a good, clean healer. Georgette allowed her feet to carry her closer, until she was just within the girl's line of sight. Pert nose, frowning mouth, beautiful eyes. A prize specimen. Georgette nodded and eased away, fading back into the shadows before returning to her home through a hidden entrance.

The bond price had been paid, the girl belonged to her. A sexual newbie when it came to being owned by a woman, the poor little slut had NO idea what she was in for. Georgette took a moment to wrap her hair in a black silk turban and scrub the dirt from her face and hands. Then she stepped into black leather trousers, shiny knees high riding boots and a black fitted shirt. Her favorite crop hung from her wrist.

Only five minutes had passed since she had slipped inside. She figured that was more than enough time for the girl to worry. Time to bring all of those fears to the surface. Georgette glanced at herself once, taking in the golden brown skin, the light green eyes, the muscular frame. She looked fine, not scary, not yet. But the girl would be terrified before it was over and done, Georgette had absolutely no worries about THAT.

She opened the main door and strode through it, her body moving steadily, feet clicking delicately down the sidewalk, until she stood just before her newest prize. Her voice was ice cold, disdainful. Her eyes never looked at the girl as she said, quietly~ "Strip it, delouse it and give it a cold shower. You may bring it to the back door when you finish."

Then Georgette turned away, a smile flicking full lips upward. Time to begin.

 

[illianacole]

Selene had no trouble behaving as she was supposed to even when the slaver attempted to act as if she was not doing exactly what she should. She knew it was an air he put on to get sympaty from his clients. As she walked towards the house she glance to one side and noticed what looked like a field girl watching her. She didn't mind that so much, it wasn't the first time she'd been stared at.

The Mistress kept them waiting and the time gave Selene a chance to ponder further what she would endure at this woman's hands. Surely, it couldn't be as bad as they said. Besides, Selene knew that she had and would always strive for pefection in herself. She enjoyed the attention it afforded her far to much to ever even think about behaving badly on purpose.

Suddenly she could hear the clicking of boots coming down the sidewalk. This must be the Mistress. She did not look happy with her purchase either. She didn't even look at selene as she told the slaver her wishes. What had she done to displease this woman already? she hadn't moved, hadn't done anything. Before she could wonder further the woman had turned her back and Gregorio was quite literally dragging Selene to a shed beside the house.

In only a matter of moments, she had been shoved into a stall inside the shed, stripped of the flimsy cloth that counted as clothing, and dusted with some kind of powder that stung her skin and made her itch. That was done away with as ice cold water was suddenly pouring over her body and the slaver was washing her. She hated that he felt the need to do it himself, but she managed to hold her composure each time he did it.

The whole event only took fifteen minutes and she was being led to a back door naked and looking like a bedraggled, wet cat. Though she did not show it in anything but a spark in her eyes, she was fuming that the slaver would let her be presented in such a fashion to her new owner. Gregorio didn't even notice that though as he slammed his large fist on the door and held her arm tightly with his free hand.

 

[Luna_Wolf72]

Georgette had strode inside and watched as the girl was led away to be tended. She had moved well, quickly. All in all, she had proven to be a rather smart purchase. Did not matter though. She obviously had an idea of her own self worth and that did not suit. That did not suit at all.

So? How to take that away? It was obvious that this girl was pleased by her own charms. She carried herself with pride and dignity. It seemed to Georgette that before the girl could be a proper slave to her, she would first have to learn abject humiliation. Georgette was sure the girl had never really had that lesson taught. A wide grin turned her full lips, upward. No matter. School was now in session.

The banging at the back door brought Georgette more firmly into the NOW. She stood and stretched before moving to open the door herself, gesturing for her majordomo to stay where he was. Lessons had to be taught, to the slaver and the slave. It was up to the Mistress to see that they were received. She flung the door open, the crop already up and swinging toward the man's face. It connected with a loud crack.

"Do not ever disrespect my property in that way again, Gregorio. The next time, I will kill you. Do you understand?" Georgette spoke quietly, coldly.

The slaver looked at her, an air of leashed ange covering him like a blanket. She said nothing, only looked at him with impassive eyes, waiting for the acknowledgement of her statement. He gave it, a brisk nod. Georgette glanced at her majordomo, and motioned for him to bring the payment that had been agreed upon prior to delivery. Once the business had been dealt with, she turned to look at her purchase, her eyes roaming soft skin and lush swells with apparent disregard.

"You are new here and so I will not punish you for the amount of time you took to fulfill my request. There are rules that must be obeyed. I will tell you the most important ones now. The first is that in my household, you earn clothing. That means, until I deem otherwise, you will be nude.

The second rule is very easy to learn, you do not have a name. I will call you slut or girl or S, as the mood takes me. You have to earn the right to hear your name from my lips. The last one is the most difficult, or so I have been told. Any infraction dwindles your resell value. If you mess up more than 3 times in a 6 month period, I will have you beheaded.

You are flotsam, a bit of nothing I picked up for a song. You will do as I say, when I say it. If you do not, if you choose to believe that you are inscrutable, a person, valued? I will be rid of you. Remember this."

Georgette delivered her speech and waited. She knew that the upstairs maid was bringing the training collar to the door and the girl could not enter her house without it. So, she stood in the doorway, blocking entrance, until the collar had been placed into her hands. One final lesson.

"You will collar yourself. You will have my majordomo close the hasp. I will not sully my hands by touching an untrained thing. When that is finished, you may enter. The kitchen is where you will begin training. Upon entering, take a left and head for the back of the palazzo. My head cook will be in charge of you and will give me progress reports. Let me not find out that you have offended him in any way."

Silence and then one final statement, "However, your body belongs to me. If I find out that you have allowed it to be touched, I will kill you."

Georgette turned and walked away without a backward glance. Now, the game could begin.

 

[illianacole]

Selene jumped as the crop met with gregorio's face in a loud pop, shocked to see him treated as though he were one of his charges. This was obviously a hard woman to please, but selene was given little time to ponder how that might be accomplished before she was the one being criticized.

Her eyes glared in the direction of the slaver as her ne Mistress complained about the time she'd been kept waiting, though selene managed to hold her defensive tongue in check. Damn Gregorio and his need to bathe her himself. He always lingered in her most sensitive areas. Now he had screwed her intention to begin relations with the Lady of the house on good terms, thus proving her puchase to be sound. She wished the woman would have beaten the man senseless just for that, but she didn't.

Instead, she launched straight into her rules and sent Selene into a worse mood. Apparently she was to be denied clothing as well. Normally this would not have been an issue for the girl, her former Master had preferred her naked and chained to his bed by the time she'd been sold, but at the moment she was soaking wet and shivering in the breeze. A towel would have been quite appreciated.

The second rule was easier to swallow. She had grown used tobeing called many worse things than slut or girl simply being in the slavers camp. Being meant for the bedroom was not considered a good thing among even the slaves.

The last rule was the most frightening though. Selene could not imagine she would do everything perfectly the first time. She wasn't even sure what she should do with a woman sexually having never been with one. How was she supposed to pull this off without getting herself killed? Selene couldn't help but think that the rumors she'd heard were nice compared to the reality of this woman's expectations.

After a few moments of silent shivering a collar was placed in the Lady's hands and then held out to her. Selene placed the collar around her neck with trembling hands then turned to the side so the the Majordomo could fasten the clasp on it as she listened to Georgette's cold voice deliver her final rule. Selene didn't want anyone in this household touching her, including it's mistress at this point.

"Yes, Mistress." She said softly, seeing no problem in that arena given her feelings on the matter.

And then she was left alone to find her way to the back of the house. The kitchen was rather easy to find if one followed the scent of food wafting through the air. Selene did her best to not dawdle, but twice she was struck by huge paintings of a what she guessed to be slaves being tortured in the most painfully sexual ways. They had stopped her in her tracks for a few moments and added to her apprehension about this new home. Finally she made her way into the kitchen to find it occupied by several slaves and a rather large black man who seemed to be in charge though out of place with his gruff tone and abundant muscles.

 

[Luna_Wolf72]

Thomas gave the newest slave a thorough once over and KNEW he would enjoy helping the Mistress train her. She was a gorgeous piece of flesh, all billowy curves and pale, unmarked skin. Of course, the head cook and Georgette worked together to train the early arrivals. It was far too easy to make the slaves break the rules, especially in the kitchens where food boiled and baked and overflowed.

She wasn't to wear clothing, but she had to put on a full apron and of course, Georgette wouldn't have told her she could. If she decided to forgo the protection of the apron, Thomas had every intention of smacking her stupid. Then she would get a complaint for being too idiotic to protect her gorgeous flesh.

Most new slaves opted to take the report of stupidity rather than bear the brunt of Georgette's anger. Thomas was betting this new little lamb would be the same. His dark eyes followed her curves lasciviously, knowing that she was under instruction to allow no one's hands on her body. He had no intention of allowing that to stop him. He wouldn't catch the hell for it, the new little slut would. After all, he worked for G., he wasn't her slave. AND he was second in command when it came to training the pleasure girls.

After a few moments of silence, Thomas strode forward, carrying a large, pure white apron which would cover her from chest to knee and tied in the back. He held it out to the girl, his eyes flicking over her once in fascination before he allowed his expression to go back to one that conveyed nothing but the need to get down to business.

"You need to put this on, girl. Am sure you know how to do that. Once you are covered up, grab two pot holders and check the roast in the oven. There is a meat thermometer in the drawer to the right. Let me know the roast's temp. After that, get your ass to the potato station and begin prepping em, scallop style."

The huge black man's voice was a deep rumble, a staccato burst of words that never varied in intensity, delivering his edict with a sense of finality. However, the apron was still held out to her and he waited impatiently, waving it at her, as he spoke.

In the Den

Georgette laughed to see T putting the girl into her first quandry of the day. Basically the girl took the apron and got punished by her...or didn't take the apron and got punished by T. It was an ingenius system and never failed to make the slave feel lost and scared. There was an added bonus, as well. If the slave did NOT take the apron, T would put it on her, himself...thus breaking the no touching rule.

They had worked damned hard to figure out this little test and Georgette watched with evident enjoyment, waiting to see which way the girl would jump.

 

[illianacole]

Selene eyed the man that was supposed to be in charge of her, even as he eyed her in a more than meaningful manner. He was a handsome fellow, Kind reminding her of a darker more muscular version of Shemar Moore back on earth, but she'd never really been attracted to black men. She supposed that no longer mattered now, though. Something in the way he looked at her told her he would eventually have a turn with her, with or without the Mistress.

He held out an apron to her, which she gave a disgusted look. She was frightened of the Mistress, not him. She'd been given her orders and planned to stick to them come hell or high water. Besides, The tasks he'd set her to didn't require the apron.

Not even bothering to acknowledge his words she strode over to the oven, found the thermometer in a nearby drawer, and opened the door. She didn't put the mitts on, they were too close to clothing for her liking, she just held them in her hand as she pulled the rack out standing a few inches away for a minute to avoid any splatter caused by the heated greases.

Once she'd taken the temperature of the meat she returned to him and reported it. He was looking at her as if she had her head screwed on sideways as she shrugged and moved to the area that seemed designated for potatoes. She got to work quickly, but kept her senses open. She knew he would regain his ability to speak in a moment and have something to say. When he stalked up behind her, angry energy spilling out of him and surrounding her, she was not the least bit surprised or intimidated.

 

[Luna_Wolf72]

Well, Thomas was taken aback to say the least. The little spitfire had just went ahead and done as he asked, without taking the apron, without putting on mitts and without a by your leave. He would have laughed, had her attitude not pissed him off, entirely too quickly.

Her tone of voice was less than respectful and he KNEW Georgette would expect him to handle it, swiftly and mercilessly. He glanced up into the eaves, noting the hidden camera and grinned slightly. Time to give his boss the show she paid him for. With that he turned and stalked forward, his large dark hand, tangling roughly into her hair and tugging her away from the potato station to face him.

His other hand held the apron at the ready. "You don't work in my fucking kitchen without this, you dumb fucking cunt."

Releasing her hair, his hand whipped up and caught her twice in the cheek, closed fisted back hand strike. Then he proceeded to put the apron on her himself, making sure to touch her EVERYWHERE. He knew G had a good view and made sure to ham it up a little, groping hips and ass with equal fervor once the apron was in place. Finally, he tied it closed and stepped around to face her, his face completely expressionless.

"Next time I tell you to do something, do it."

Thomas turned away and meandered back to his spot, hoping she gave him a reason to give her a new fear. He waited a beat and then said, with utter contempt. "I am not a slave, not like you. And I am her second. My word is law in here, think about that the next time you decide to out think me. And think about this. Georgette said no touching. It would have been smarter for you to have put the damned apron on and take the ass whipping you would have gotten. NOW? Now you are in for a world of hurt."

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In the Den

Georgette watched as Thomas established the precedent, laughing huskily as he took complete advantage of the No touching rule. The girl had attempted to play it safe and utterly failed. Georgette listened with glee as T broke down the truth of the situation. Now, Selene would know she fucked up, utterly.

And she would have to wait until her day was done before punishment was served. That should make it even more difficult to handle. With a brisk nod, G turned away from the screens and allowed her mind to contemplate the first step of the girl's abasement.

 

[illianacole]

Selene bit back a squeal of pain as she was yanked backwards by her hair. Still she'd had five brothers back home so the man could not truely prick her shield, not even when he delivered his blows. Selene had always been the kind to take them and keep right on coming, she didn't see any reason to change her ways now. She just glared at him.

That is, she galred at him until he put the apron on her and began touching her, then she screamed bloody murder. She didn't want to die and she completely believed that the Mistress would kill her over the slightest infraction. She wasn't about to let anyone think she was allowing anything to happen to her that wasn't supposed to be.

Eventually she calmed own enough to be worked but no one would let her near a knife for fear that she'd use it on the head cook, or herself, they couldn't be sure. She was completely terrified. Not of Thomas, but of the Mistress. That meant she was volatile and Selene had shown she was a fighter by slugging the man in the gut during her struggle with him. As far as she was concerned she was fighting for her life and she didn't care what happened to anyone else in the process.

 

[Luna_Wolf72]

In The Den

Georgette had watched as the new slave behaved in a completely unexpected fashioned~ screaming, cursing and striking out at the one in charge of her. That was unacceptable. Completely unacceptable. G. wasn't sure just what her previous Owner had taught her but THAT would not fly here.

Eventually, the kitchen reverted to it's normal calm bustle and Georgette allowed her brain to plan an appropriate lesson in manners for the new one. Obviously, she had frightened the girl, entirely too much, but about the wrong DAMNED things. That was her mistake and she would have to rectify it.

A call down to the her workshop, had her favorite machinist soon on the line listening to her newest idea.

"The rocking horse. Cut the saddle so that the pear can be inserted in the closed position. Clean it first and cover it with latex. Also, insert the choke rod, you know the one that has the brace for the neck? And see if you can find me the smaller oral pear. I can't remember where I had it last."

Her fingers drummed on the desk top as she continued to listen to her machinist, her eyes glued to the screens that showed the kitchen. The girl looked terrified. Yes, that was her fault. She shouldn't have overstated things that way. Obviously, she would fix it...but first the new one had to learn that hitting was not acceptable, not from her, anyway.

"You found it? Good. Bring the completed hobby horse to the living room, the oral pear attached to the choke rod. Thank you."

Her eyes watched and gleamed.

 

[Luna_Wolf72]

Cooking with Gas

Thomas was very put out by the new girl. VERY put out. He made it a point to stay away from her because he knew the temptation to beat her bloody would be too strong to overcome and he did NOT have the right to touch her outside of the boundaries G had set up. Being her second didn't give him the right to mark, bleed or fuck a slave without permission.

Gods, he hoped like hell G gave him permission.

The day sped by. There were so many things to do~ dishes to wash, snap beans to prepare, not to mention the odious amounts of time it took to get the drippings from the roast for home made gravy. All of that took time, patience and a bit of juggling skill since there happened to be at least 4 other people around at all times. Six people in a kitchen, no matter how huge, was a disaster waiting to happen.

Thomas had to make sure that disaster didn't happen. Eventually, things calmed down enough that he could step out back and catch a break. He knew the sous chef would keep that bitch away from him and he figured a fresh roll up would do wonders for his temper. It was while he was enjoying the taste of tobacco that he saw G's machinist bringing her favorite remote controlled hobby horse toward the house.

He walked down the path a little, meeting the man before he reached the kitchen door.

"Is that for Georgette?"

The man nodded, his face set.

"You want me to take it in for you?" Thomas was hoping to hear yes. This particular toy was meant for the slut and he would love to see her face, once she clapped eyes on it.

"Nah, she told me to take it round front, set it up in the living room and then go see her. That's what I am fixing to do. You don't fuck G up when it comes to orders. Least not if you want to keep working...or breathing."

Thomas nodded and flicked his roll up toward the fence line, after snubbing it out. He walked a companionable distance with the other male before splitting off and heading back inside. Half hour or so, dinner was done. The menu was simple and country, like G liked it, but everything was made from scratch, including the fresh baked rolls and whole wheat bread.

Thomas called the den, knowing that G would be waiting for it.

"Dinner is ready Georgette."

He waited imapssively as she filled him in on her plans for the new girl and clicked off. Turning, with a grin, his eyes landed on Selene.

"G wants you in the living room. You have permission to eat first but remove my apron before you leave the kitchen. Do not fling it, throw it or abuse it in any way."

He pointed toward, the eaves at a barely seen camera. "She is watching you...and has been. Don't fuck up."

 

[illianacole]

Selene eyed the camera hidden far above the kitchen. Somehow it did not surprise her that this mistress would have eyes everywhere. She seemed like the type to need control over every moment in her domain.

With a silent nod towards the camera, Selene went to make herself a small plate of food. it wasn't much more than a toddler would eat, but she wasn't feeling very hungry and did not want to risk her stomach revolting while she was with the Mistress. and that is exactly what she was afraid would happen any ways. She began to feel the tight knot of fear build in her belly until it was making her shake.

Once she was done she took the Apron off and laid it gently on the counter near where she had seen the cook grab it from earlier. She even folded it neatly having made sure to keep it clean during her time here.

He was close by and Selene did not want to risk getting lost and making the Mistress wait for her, so in a trembling voice she asked, "Pardon me, but could some one show or tell me how to get to the living room? I don't want to anger the Mistress further by getting lost."

 

[Luna_Wolf72]

Setting the Mood.

Thomas heard the hesitation and rejoiced. The poor girl was terrified. It finally dawned on him then that her reactions had been about Georgette and had nothing to do with him. He wondered just what G had said to her. Maybe he'd ask the next time they were alone.

"Go out this door," he pointed to the side entrance, "and take the first left. The living room is right there. You will have to kneel until G joins you as she is in the dining room preparing to eat. She eats slowly. Don't kneel on the carpet. There is a 7 by 7 squared area, hardwood flooring. Kneel there. I will let her know that you have eaten and have been instructed on where to wait and how to wait."

With that, Thomas dismissed her from his mind and went back to getting the platters filled and the servers moving. She would either follow his advice or not.

G in the Dining Room

Georgette had listened as T delivered the message in comportment and then left her Den to make her way to the dining area. She avoided cutting through the livingroom, just on the off chance that the girl had already made her way there.

Dinner went off without a hitch, each server coming out and presenting their platter or bowl with a flourish and setting it down precisely. Georgette enjoyed the meal, the presentation, all the things that made slave owning worth it. Yet, in the back of her head, she kept on worrying over (and wondering about) her newest toy. There was no way she was going to apologise. One didn't admit their fuck ups, not to an object of desire.

How to fix it?? She debated as she ate, debated as she drank, debated as she awaited dessert. Finally, when the table was cleared, almost an hour later, Georgette rose from her seat and made her way to the living room. Time to get this show on the road.

It begins.

 

[illianacole]

Selene followed the cook's instructions to the letter finding the room with it's squared off area. Taking a deep breath she moved to the center of it and knelt as she'd been taught. Back straight, knees as wide apart as she could get them, hands resting on her thighs palms up, Hair pulled to the side so that it flowed over her shoulder and rested along her side, head up and eyes downcast. She did her best not to tremble as she waited. She didn't want the mistress to find anything else lacking.

 

[Luna_Wolf72]

Setting the Mood~part 2

Entrance~living room

She looks good there. Pale to the burnished color of the flooring, body in a perfect line, hair flowing over her shoulder, following the curves. Georgette has to admit there is not one single, solitary thing incorrect about her comportment, her position. But a word of praise given before punishment that has been earned is not her way. Let that be for weaker owners. Not for her.

The click of heels as Georgette strolls past, fingers itching to touch, to tweak, to poke, prod and make very uncomfortable.. She doesn't give in. Instead she turns to face the kneeling one, her toes JUST touching the hardwood floor. She allows the silence to build. To become a vast thing that engulfs the room. Five minutes, ten minutes, fifteen. The time doesn't matter, only the building of suspense. Finally, she speaks, her voice a low, husky murmur in the silence.

"I have watched you today. It seems that I may have overstated my case in one aspect. I am not heartless nor unreasonably cruel. So let me clarify~I figure one major mistake every two months is acceptable. If you make more than that, then you are NOT paying attention and are of no use to me.

If I have to tell the next buyer that you do not listen, can not take direction? That lessens your worth and I may not recoup my losses. You are of great monetary value and I do not waste my money on useless things. I have never had to kill a slave in my care. I do not propose that you will be the first."

Georgette moved then, away from the kneeling girl. Her boots led her to the large oak desk and she perched on it. Another smaller silence descended. After a moment, she pressed a button and the machinist entered, pulling the large rocking horse behind him.

"I want you to look at my gift to you, girl."

Georgette waited a beat and continued. "The attachments are for your cunt and mouth. The horse itself is remote controlled and moves with a single touch of the remote. I can speed up the pace, change the way the pears open and close, all with a single button push. I am quite proud of this...and I assume you will like it. Not that it matters, even if you don't, your mouth will be too full to complain."

Gleeful eyes took in the horse and a brisk nod sent the machinist toward Selene, tugging the horse into place just behind her. It was all gleaming wood and bright paints, only the neck support and odd attachments gave any hint to the fact that it's playful nature had been modified.

"Up on your feet and and get comfortable on your new friend. Head goes forward into that little curve for your throat."

G laughs then~and it is dark, scary and only half sane.

"I figure between what your mouth and cunt will be experiencing that I can mark your back and you won't even notice...but what to use? No matter. I will think of something."

 

[illianacole]

Selene eyed the horse with abject terror written on her features. That thing was barbaric! She couldn't actually expect her to get on that. One look at Georgette said that she absolutely expected it.

Never one to disappoint intentionally, Selene stood and climbed onto the horse trembling the whole time. She settled onto it easily enough, but she was crying as she leaned forward and placed the smaller pear where it was supposed to be.

 

[Luna_Wolf72]

Georgette watched, arms akimbo, as Selene settled herself. The vaginal pear slipped inside, rather easily. That eased G's mind. She didn't want the girl damaged, just sore. The oral pear was much smaller and had been modified slightly, so that it didn't open to it's full potential. Georgette hadn't told anyone about the modifications. She worked hard to get her well deserved reputation. A kindness like that could not be spread...and anyway, it opened far enough to cause serious pain in the jaw.

Quick steps brought her to Selene's side. Deft hands adjusted the girl's position, straightening her shoulders and back, checking to make sure her legs were comfortably situated. Once everything checked out, Georgette stepped away and opened a small closet. Fingers plucked a quirt from it's spot and took a few practice flicks. The hissing sound, the light pop...lovely.

She walked to the space just before the horse and held the quirt up for inspection. On two of the falls, bright steel pieces shone~flechettes. They wouldn't cut deeply, but they WOULD cut. Blood to mix with the pain and pleasure? An interesting sight. A picture Georgette wanted to see, to paint, to compose. A new masterpiece.

"I have decided on this. The oral pear is on a different button than the vaginal. If you are silent, do not whimper at all? I will leave it closed. Each sound will earn you a press of the button. Understand? You have screamed and talked enough today. I crave only silence from you now.

The vaginal pear will open or close, at my whim. Good behaviour will not get you more...or less. The motion of the horse must also be taken into account. I don't want you to be ill...but each whimper will speed the horse on it's way, as well. Understand? Good. We shall begin."

Georgette stepped to the left side and toggled the switch. The horse began to move, slowly, easily. She then pressed the button for the vaginal pear, twice. That opened it a quarter of the way. There were no words. None were needed. Instead, she breathed, deeply, relishing the fear scent. Her hand flicked out. The riding quirt connected.

 

[illianacole]

Selene could hardly take in the reality of her situation as the Mistress held a quirt before her eyes. It would hurt she knew. The slaver had used something similar on her once before, but that one had not had the little metal pieces.

Tears spilled down the girl's cheek as she nodded silently to the Mistress, acknowledging her words. She was rigid with fear as the woman stepped away and the wicked toy began to move. So rigid that the movement caused her to jump slightly. She had stupidly been expecting some warning before things began.

Then she felt the vaginal pear open and had to hold her breath in order to quell a sharp little cry of shock. It wasn't painful, more uncomfortable, pressed against her walls the way it was. She hoped that it stayed that way. After a moment of adjusting her mind to the new sensation she began to breath again.

It didn't last long as she felt the first sting of the quirts cutting lash across her back. Selene was good at keeping quiet and managed to only let out a soft huff of air in response though in her mind she was screaming bloody murder. Christ that fucking thing hurt! Did the woman honestly expect that someone would be able to keep quiet after more than a couple of whacks with that? New tears began to fall as she was flooded with despair and need.

 

[Luna_Wolf72]

The Painting

Georgette heard the huff of sound but decided to let it go. The girl had managed to stay mostly quiet and it wasn't a whimper or a moan. Instead of adjusting the oral pear, she toggled the horse to a faster pace and presed the vaginal pear button again. Once.

Two light flicks of the quirt against pale back flesh. Two rivulets of dark crimson. In her mind, she knew she wouldn't go past ten strikes. That was mandatory for the girl's infractions and though she enjoyed playing, more would cause serious harm. Ten. No more, no less. Her feet carried her directly behind the girl and she landed another strike between the girl's shoulder blades. Was that a moan? Erring on the side of caution, she decided not and trotted the horse faster. Then she remembered that the vaginal pear could be forced in and out. The switch to move the rod was seperate but she could do it.

Two button clicks and the pear was mostly closed. Another and the pear began to move. In and out, in tandem with the rocking horse's motions. There was a fine sheen of sweat on the girl's skin. Georgette took that as a compliment and debated her next strike. The hand flashed, the quirt landed, on to a gleaming shoulder. She giggled then~bright, happy, joyous. This was FUN!

Soundless steps brought her to the girl's other side. Georgette gazed at the picture her profile presented~tears trailing, sweat dripping, mouth slightly bulging. Not enough. She hit the button for the oral pear and watched as the girl's jaws slightly distended. Oh, MUCH better. She spoke then~low, quiet, damned near soothing.

"You look VERY good this way. I think I like it. And you have done well. Only five more to get through. You can do it, can't you? You don't want the oral attachment to get any wider, do you? Though I believe that you could take it. A little cum guzzler like yourself? I am sure your mouth has been spread much wider."

Georgette's hand moved, without thought. The quirt bit into the skin at the side of the girl's breast. Pretty.

 

[illianacole]

Selene Had to hold her breath in order not to scream or moan with each strike, but she managed it, barely. The Mistress was a clever woman waiting between each strike for Selene to relax before the next came. It was torture. It got worse though.

When the vaginal pear began to thrust Selene jumped. That was freaky, but it felt good, unlike the oral pear which had just opened more. That was seriously beginning to get painful and, though Selene was practiced in oral sex, her jaw felt as though it would never close again. How had she managed to go from such luxury into this... place.

Before her thoughts had time to wander, The quirt struck the edge of her breast. She jumped and more tears began to fall, still silent. Selene wanted to scream at the injustice of it. She could do nothing but endure as her blood trickled from the tiny wounds on her body. She was determined to show this Mistress that she was indeed a good girl and could do whatever was required of her.

 

[Luna_Wolf72]

The tears were a balm to Georgette's raging soul. The girl was silent enough, her control of the pain was amazing. Even the plundering of her vagina didn't mess with the girl's concentration. All in all, Georgette was pleased by her new purchase's fortitude. For a moment, she allowed the quirt to dangle loosely from her hand as she watched the girl's reactions.

Eventually, she reached out with one callused fingertip and caught a tear drop. That finger carried the salty taste to her mouth. She gave a low moan and a shuddering sigh. Then she spoke, moving to just before the horse, so that S could see her.

"Only four more to go. I am thinking I should just pick one spot and give them to you quickly. But honestly? I like the way you flinch. I love the tears. You look...delicious. And not having to hear your screeching is a blessing."

As Georgette spoke the final word, the quirt flicked out and struck the girl's right nipple. A gleam of red as the puffy flesh split. Georgette grinned.

"Lovely. Might as well give you a matching pair."

The quirt struck the left nipple. Georgette sighed as that one only puffed up and welted.

"Two more."

The final two lashes were placed with care. The breast that had remained unmarked, the collar bone. Both spots bled slightly. Georgette dropped the quirt and moved away, heading for her desk. She hit the button to the intercom system and waited for T to pick up.

"Have someone bring me luke warm salt water in a bowl. Oh and a sponge."

Then Georgette gave in and flicked the vaginal pear open another notch and toggled the oral pear completely closed.

"You may remove your neck from the brace and release the oral pear. The salt water will be used on your marks. No noise and I will allow you to get off the horse. One little whimper and I will open the pear wider and up the speed of the thrusting. It will hurt, I assure you.

A few moments later, there was a discrete knock at the door and a server walked in with the bowl and sponge.

"Oh goody. Time for clean up."