A phone rang, leaving Elaine on her knees Jasmine went to answer it.  Still suffering
from the brutal effects of the clamps Elaine heard very little other than Jasmine ending
the conversation with.......						
	“Yes Mistress, immediately Mistress.”
             Jasmine’s heels clicked on the floor, Elaine raised her head and looked up
the superb body standing in front of her.  Jasmine had a cold smile on her face as she
looked down at her trainee, she bent down, took Elaine’s chin in one hand and looked into
Elaine’s eyes.
	“There are some new trainees coming, you are to be whipped as an example of how a
trained slave takes a whipping.  I am to hang you by the ankles, you will receive thirty
six strokes of a heavy cat, no crying out will be permitted, if you do cry out and let our
Master down you will be given an additional thirty six strokes with a single tail.  Master
Keith thinks you are now ready and will not disappoint him.  I am not so sure.”
	Elaine’s mind whirled with the shock, thirty six strokes after all she had undergone
already today, she nearly cried out in despair but something, a little spark of pride,
would not let her do so in front of the haughty arab woman.  Jasmine continued to look
into her eyes while holding her chin and slowly pulling Elaine to her feet.
	“Quickly, there is no time to waste, you know what to do.  Go and position yourself
under the hoist and take off your ankle cuffs”
	With her breasts and vagina still agonisingly sore from the squat exercise Elaine had to
force herself to walk the few metres to the centre of the room where the electric hoist
was attached to the ceiling, it’s hook dangling ready to hoist it’s unwilling payload
until she swung by her ankles, her head over half a metre from the floor.  Elaine sat down
under the hook as instructed and began to remove her ankle cuffs.  As she was doing so
Jasmine arrived carrying a heavy steel spreader bar some two metres long with short chains
dangling from each end.  She also carried two heavy leather cuffs and knelt at Elaine’s
feet.  As Elaine removed the first cuff Jasmine began fixing the heavier cuff in it’s
place.  Elaine removed the second cuff and began to buckle the other heavy cuff in it’s
place reflecting as she did so just how effective her training had been in that she now
complied with her own torment and assisted in it’s execution.  
	As she finished fitting the cuffs Jasmine handed her a heavy chrome plated butt plug. 
It had a faceted base cover in ruby red cut glass.
	“Fit this.”
	Jasmine watched smiling as her charge forced the chrome steel past her anal ring and the
plug settled into place.	
	“There is one other thing slave.  When the whipping is finished and I have lowered you
to the ground you are to kneel before me, thank me for whipping you and a beg to drink my
urine.  You will of course call it piss. Do you understand?”
	Understand, of course I understand, I’m a slave.  Drinking another woman’s piss is what
I do!	
	Elaine mumbled an affirmative response and Jasmine pressed a button on the hoist
controller.  The hoist whined pulling it’s helpless cargo effortlessly into the air until
she hung splay thighed with her hair hanging down half a metre off the floor.  A spreader
bar was attached between her wrist cuffs spreading her arms wide and leaving her fingers
trailing just off the floor.  Jasmine walked to a wall rack, Elaine watched her select a
heavy cat of nine tails, the tails were of plaited leather and about half a metre long. 
The thought of that striking her already abused body made her want to scream, but she bit
her lip instead.  There was no point, her screams would just result in more pain and the
more screams.  She was not broken as such but she knew the dreadful reality, her captors
were just too good at what they did.  The only road open to her was that of enthusiastic
compliance.  She had to endure the pain and humiliation and make the best she could of the
interludes of pleasure and there were, she had to admit to herself, such moments. 
Adrienne’s tongue could bring her writhing to orgasm all to swiftly, especially when she
was tied in an inverted ‘Y’ facing a mirror and her young tormentor knelt between her
spread thighs.  She had also been brought to orgasm too often by Keith, Bob, Alan, Mark
for her to delude herself that she did not gain pleasure from their attentions.  Tamina
had also succeeded in arousing her lust time and time again and finally Jasmine could have
her begging for release in the most humiliating fashion.  That release was often denied by
the Arab beauty until Elaine had begged in the most subservient and degrading fashion. 
This was usually done in front of an audience so that all could se the depths of her
humiliation.
	She heard the sound of high heels clattering in the corridor and then heard the dungeon
doors swing open.  More footsteps, this time a man’s, and then she was looking up at
Keith’s smiling face as he stood in front of her.  He was wearing dark glasses, with a
black polo necked sweater under his black leather jacket.  He placed his hand on her mound
and began to rub a finger along the length of her slit.  All too soon her wet labia parted
and his finger probed for her clit.  He touched her there and she felt her cheeks tighten
and had to control the intake of breath as her arousal started to build.
	Stop, you silly bitch, they’re going to whip you in a minute you can’t be turned on. 
Can you?
	It was a rhetorical question because she already knew with a sinking finality that she
was aroused and that the whipping would not stop that arousal.  She heard Keith tell
whoever was in the dungeon that she was wet and that she was to be whipped as part of
their education and then just as she was trying to push her sex against his hand he
withdrew his finger and taking one of  her thighs in each hand spun her around until she
faced her audience.  It was an effort in self control not to gasp in shock as she took in
those watching including the two naked young women being held by Alan and Bob.
	Two more for the harem, I wonder which one he’ll pair me with first?
	Keith’s finger returned to her cunt to torment her, she heard him tell Jasmine to stand
and watched her rise smoothly from the floor the whip in hand.  She turned to face Elaine,
and Keith removing his finger from Elaine’s cunt gave the command to start her next rite
of pain.  Jasmine raised her arm and Elaine watched as the skin on the two perfect breasts
tautened with the effort.
	I bet the bitch whips my cunt first
	The whip blurred and lashed down unerringly to it’s first target, the target that Elaine
had known would be first.  Her cunt.  Even though her arms were restrained her stomach
muscles heaved and her head lashed upwards as the pain lanced through her body. She ground
her teeth together and clenched her fists until her beautifully manicured nails drove into
her palms.  Anything to stop herself screaming in agony.  Jasmine was implacable, the whip
lashed down again, once more down into Elaine’s cunt followed immediately by two more
strokes one to each stretched and vulnerable thigh.  Elaine had her eyes tightly closed
but she could hear of course and she heard a sudden squeal of shock and outrage.
	“You fucking bitch how can you whip another woman there?  Fuck you.”
	As Elaine opened her eyes there was the sound of flesh hitting flesh followed by an
anguished cry and she saw one of the two new girls with a bright red hand mark on her face
and Tamina holding her head back by her hair.  Tamina’s voice cut like a whip
	“She can whip her wherever she is told to whip her, she will whip you soon enough.  Now
shut up, watch, listen and if you are not totally stupid you will learn.”
	While this was going on Jasmine had walked to one side of her dangling target, now she
swung another series of strokes starting across Elaine’s taut belly muscles and then
working downwards until the strokes impacted on first the bottom and the centre and the
top of Elaine’s breasts.  Two of the strokes cut across both nipples and tears streamed
from Elaine’s eyes but she managed to control her screams.  As Jasmine walked behind her
Elaine noticed absently that Keith was stood next to Adrienne and that he seemed to be
caressing his step daughter’s rear.  This observation vanished from her mind as Jasmine
struck again, four searing strokes across the taut muscles of her buttocks immediately
followed by another four paired strokes delivered, forehand, backhand to each of her
thighs.  Jasmine was, as Elaine knew only too well, an artist with a whip.  The strokes to
her thighs wrapped round each thigh and the tail end of each strand dug in mercilessly to
the tender tissues of her inner thigh.  She ground her teeth and drove her nails into the
palms of her hands, anything to stop herself crying out.  Jasmine was still behind her,
Elaine felt the rush of air on her thighs and once again had to fight with all her will to
stop from screaming as two more strokes seared into her.  Each one landed with full force
on the already sore unprotected lips of her cunt.	
	She hung gasping for breath, almost broken but still managing to refrain from screaming
her agony as the click of heels on the floor told her that Jasmine was moving again.  The
familiar slim coffee coloured legs came into her view and as they did so Jasmine’s hand
and the whip also appeared.  Seconds later the whip tails left their trail once more
across Elaine’s already whip ravaged breasts before, in a final flurry of blows, Jasmine
finished her torment of her helpless target with a series of strokes to Elaine’s belly and
the front of her thighs.  Jasmine sank back to the floor in the prone position whip held
out in her outstretched hands to Keith, her Master.  He looked at her and then ordered
Mark to lower Elaine to the floor and release her wrists and ankles, which he did quickly
before leaving her lying on the floor.