Thankfully the shadow moved past and Natalie half listened as he continued down the line.  She glanced sideways when she heard two of the guards talking further away but she couldn’t make out what they were saying.

 

The inspection was quicker than usual, it seemed that Akim had more important, pressing business and while the slaves were ushered back into the dormitories for the morning showers, Akim headed in the direction of the Commandant’s quarters.

 

The routine followed as usual.  Natalie looked constantly for Phoebe while she showered and as they waited in line outside.  She searched for the young slave as they were marched towards the dining area and her eyes scanned up and down the wooden table, but there was no sign.  Natalie was aware that when a slave spent a night with the Commandant she was always returned for morning inspection.  Never had a slave been missing so long. 

 

Natalie wasn’t the only one to notice Phoebe’s absence and when the guards left for their usual morning smoke, a slave near Natalie turned to her companion, ‘What happened to her then?  Did her Master come for her during the night?’

   ‘Oh, God, no.  Didn’t you hear the guards talking?  It’s the reason Akim didn’t stay for his usual morning torment,’ her companion replied and leant a little closer. ‘The poor bitch has been taken to the punishment block.  She’s going to be there for a couple of days before she will be made an example to all of us.’

   ‘What did she do?’

   ‘She begged the Commandant to make her come.’

   ‘She what?’ the slave asked, aghast.

   ‘It’s true, I heard the guards discussing it,’ came the reply. ‘The Commandant had his usual bit of fun, a little whipping and then a little slapping.  She was tied, upright, to the posts of his bed apparently.  Anyway, he started to fuck her and then suddenly she started moaning and gasping, she was really enjoying herself by all accounts.  The Commandant was stunned apparently.  He didn’t stay stunned for long because she started begging him to fuck her, begging him to make her come.  Apparently she was dripping juice all over his silk sheets.’

   ‘Oh, Jesus, the poor little bitch.  Didn’t she know better?’

 

Natalie didn’t hear the rest as she stood up and moved slowly to where Lena was sitting.  Lena hardly had time to acknowledge Natalie’s presence before Natalie had grabbed a handful of her hair and yanked her backwards off the seat.  Lena landed heavily on her back, her gasp of surprise turning into a shout of pain as Natalie kicked her hard in the side.

   ‘Why did you do it?  Why did you tell her that?  Do you know what they’re going to do to her?’’ Natalie screamed at her.

   ‘Of course I fucking know!’ Lena replied and clambered quickly to her feet, waving for her girls to stay where they were, she would handle this herself.

Natalie’s fist connected with her cheek, rocking her head to the side.

Spinning back from the blow, Lena delivered a harsh backhanded slap to Natalie’s cheek.

   ‘Why do that to her?’ Natalie demanded. ‘She’s done nothing to you.’

   ‘Because I know that you like her!’ Lena laughed. ‘And I will get to you anyway I can.’

   ‘You fucking bitch!’ Natalie cried and launched herself at Lena but the other slave was ready for her and knocked her easily to the ground.  The wind was knocked from her and she lay for a moment, gasping. 

 

Before she could regain her composure, hands suddenly grabbed her hair and she was hauled quickly to her feet and thrown face down across the table.  Lena had obviously decided that she could use some help because two of her girls grabbed Natalie’s wrists and held her firmly down while two others pulled her legs apart and kept her feet pressed to the floor, her hips pressing painfully against the rough wooden surface.

 

A movement to her side made Natalie turn and with something akin to relief, she realised that the guards had appeared to investigate the noise.

   ‘All right, that’s enough, let her go,’ one of the guards ordered.

Lena waved at two of her companions who moved to the guards, their smiles inviting.

   ‘We’re just playing, sir,’ Lena said softly, her eyes smiling at them. ‘Wouldn’t you like to watch?’

Before the guards could answer the two slaves had lowered themselves to their knees, hands reaching for the clasps of their belts.  Laughing, the guards waved for Lena to continue.

 

Giving them no further consideration, Lena turned back to Natalie who was staring at her over her shoulder. 

   ‘I think that you should apologise for what you did,’ Lena announced.

   ‘Fuck yourself.’

 

Lena’s eyebrows flicked up and then she glanced sideways.  Smiling, the slave who Lena had nodded at moved to one of the guards who was groaning softly as his penis was swallowed by the girl at his feet.  Hardly noticing, he continued to groan as his belt was slipped from the loops in his trousers.  Returning her prize to Lena, the slave smiled and retreated to watch the proceedings with interest.

 

Lena bent the belt in half, holding both ends in her fist.  ‘Say sorry,’ she said.

   ‘Fuck off.’

 

Crack!

 

Natalie bit her lip as the leather sliced down across her buttocks, still marked by the attentions of the Commandant’s leather strap, they rippled under the blow.

 

Crack!

 

   ‘Say sorry,’ Lena ordered.

   ‘No.’

 

Crack!

Crack!

Crack!

 

The third blow made Natalie cry out but when Lena demanded an apology she remained silent, gasping into the wood of the table.

 

Crack!

Crack!

Crack!

 

Natalie cried out with each blow, tears appearing in her eyes, even as a familiar tingle ran down the back of her thighs.  She could feel the eyes of most of the slaves on her, her public beating only serving to heighten her unwanted responses.  She tried to force the reaction down, concentrating on her hatred of Lena.  She thought of Phoebe and what Lena had done to her but then all she could see was the young slave, bound to the posts of a bed, while the Commandant fucked her firmly from behind.

 

Crack!

Crack!

 

In her vision the Commandant’s hands found Phoebe’s breasts.  His fingertips gripped her nipples, yanking the sensitive buds and stretching the flesh of her tits.  Phoebe had her head tipped back, gasps searing her throat.

   ‘Tell me what you want,’ the Commandant was saying.

   ‘I want you to fuck me … hard. Phoebe replied and in her vision the Commandant did.  His forceful thrusts lifting her from the mattress.

 

CRACK!

 

Natalie tipped her head back and screamed loudly as the belt landed across her exposed, glistening pussy lips.  She sobbed loudly, her head falling back onto the table as her body shivered with pain, any lust or passion quickly lost.

 

   No!’ Natalie screamed as she felt Lena’s fingers pressing at the entrance to her pussy, she had no doubt from the angle and position of her hand that she knew exactly what Lena planned.  No!’ she screamed again, trying desperately to pull away but her legs were held firmly and there was nothing that she could do to stop Lena’s hand from sliding into her tight pussy.  Any images of Phoebe and the Commandant were forgotten and any brief moments of pleasure were gone, all she knew was the terrible, splitting pain that wrenched her insides.  And then she felt her pussy lips closing over Lena’s wrist.  She sobbed loudly, tossing her sweat-soaked hair, as Lena began to twist her hand left and right.