At the first hint of dawn’s rosy pink light, Lord Mark strode into the stables, swishing
his purple robe about him, to inspect the punishment of one of his slavegirls. Cara was
her name and she was a new slave, having been obtained by Lord Mark only a couple weeks
before. She was young, finely shaped and with the soft bluish tint of the Mountain
People. And, like many of the women obtained from that source, she was not quite as
docile as a Master might like. But that was not a problem in the eyes of Lord Mark, no,
quite the opposite. He enjoyed breaking the spirit of a new girl so as to transform her
into a properly submissive and obedient slavegirl. This Cara would be no exception.
Inside the stables, it was a little less cold than outside but not much. The horses need
not be exposed to the elements, especially during the Slandella winter, but also need not
be pampered. With their thick skins and hairy coats, the horses did not mind a little
cold. The same could not be said for a naked slavegirl. Cara was still in the stall
where he had left her the night before, still naked, and still bound in the very
uncomfortable manner he had ordered for her, not that he had expected anything else.
Placing his lantern upon a post so he could see the naked woman, Mark stood for a while,
enjoying the sight he never grew tired of gazing upon: a beautiful woman in tight and
inescapable bondage. Cara slowly lifted her head and blinked in the light. He could see
the strain on her lovely face and doubted that she had slept much that night. She saw who
stood before her and lowered her head again.
The evening before, at his orders, Cara had been dragged to that stall by two of the more
experienced and trained slavegirls. Her arms were already bound behind her back with the
hands facing each other, palm to palm, and the elbows tightly lashed together. She was
tossed upon the straw and held there while one of the girls bound her ankles, then her
legs above the knees, making both strictures very tight. Then she was flopped over onto
her stomach and a rope passed between her shins and forearms to form a large loop. That
was then passed over a beam and pulled by both slavegirls until the loop shrank, then
shrank more to pull Cara’s feet back towards her hands. And they did not stop when the
wrists were pressed hard against the ankles. They continued until the naked woman was
lifted from the straw. And then, not until she was hanging suspended in midair about five
feet off the ground did they tie off the knot and leave.
A few minutes later, Lord Mark came to inspect the punishment, approved of the tightness
and security of the restraints, and then left the young woman to a very uncomfortable
night.
In the morning, the strain of spending a night in a suspended hogtie was evident upon the
face of the girl. Her body had been cruelly arched backwards in a manner not normal for
the human form. She had fought the ropes the night before, perhaps hoping that she might
work free, but more likely simply out of anger and frustration. She had jerked and set
her body swaying back and forth in the small stall until she was banging against the
wooden sides, but to no avail. By the early light she was still hanging there. And the
night had been rather cool, for the coming winter had already laid its hand upon the
mountains, especially after the sun descended.
“Did you slept comfortably?” he asked grandly. “Or did you sleep at all?” He chuckled
to himself.
Cara said nothing. She had not slept save in a fitful manner when the hours grew late
and exhaustion claimed her.
“Not talking, are we? Well, I suppose there’s an excuse for it this morning. This is a
fine punishment, is it not?” He laughed a bit but was not joined by the naked woman.
“Well, this morning you are to get the second part of your punishment, the whipping I
promised you.”
He took firm hold of the rope and untied the knot holding her suspended. Slowly he let
the rope play out until she was only a foot above the straw, then he let go. Cara dropped
to the ground with a gasp but said nothing. Slowly her legs began to unfold as the rope
released its tight grip. Lord Mark pulled the suspension rope through her arms and legs,
coiled it and hung it on a hook. Then he rolled her over onto her back and began untying
the ropes that bound her legs together. As he was finishing that up, Cara began crying
large, silent tears that told of the pain of returning circulation and awakening nerves.
Mark, being familiar with such scenes, did not try to force her to her feet immediately.
He was certain her legs would not take her weight, plus he enjoyed seeing a girl in pain
from returning circulation. The women of Slandella could take an incredible amount of
punishment, but they were human stock and did have a heart and circulation the same as
other humans. It was possible to make their hands or feet turn dark colors and go numb
and cold, just as with the women he had known. And it would take time for them to
recover. He gave her five minutes, and then roughly hauled her up to her feet. She stood
unsteadily but did not fall.
“Come,” was his only command as he turned to go. He did not look back to see if she was
obeying, but he did smile to himself at the thought that she might disobey. That would
earn her extra punishment, and it was looking to be a beautiful day to punish slavegirls.
On unsteady feet, Cara followed her owner and Master of all the lands around. His
destination was a small clearing near the main house, a clearing he had designed as a
punishment area. There were posts set solidly into the ground, horizontal bars and
stocks. And a pillory and an iron cage hanging from a crossbeam between two stout posts.
But the device he wished to use this morning was none of those, just a simple arrangement
of four solid wooden stakes driven into the ground. Each had a hole through it big enough
to pass a couple strands of rope, and they were placed in a rectangle just the right size
for the tethering of a naked woman in a spread-eagle position.
The sky was turning golden colors that were chasing the stars from view, and in that
morning light Cara could see all the punishment devices around her. Lord Mark set the
lantern upon the ground and looked Cara over carefully. Her youthful, high breasts stuck
out proudly, aided by the stricture of her elbows behind her. Her waist tapered in then
flared out quite beautifully. In the pale yellow from the lantern and coming dawn, he
found her a very nice package to look at, and felt desire rising within his loins. He had
not taken this one to bed yet, but the morning air still had a nip to it and screwing her
on the bare ground lacked something. He would withhold that pleasure for a while longer.
When the time was right, he would grant her the extreme pleasure of his sexual attentions,
and they would be a marked contrast to the agonies she was enduring as her training
continued.
At that point, Athena came up, carrying another lantern, some chains and locks, and a
whip that she presented to her Master in a formal manner. Then, the tall, powerfully
built slavegirl, for that is what Athena was, took the chains and laid them upon the
ground between two of the stakes. She easily forced Cara down to her knees then onto her
face in the dirt. Her ankles were encircled by the chains, locked snugly, then spread
wide to be locked to the stakes. Only when her legs were spread wide and secured did
Athena remove the ropes from Cara’s arms. Without pausing, she looped chain around each
wrist and locked it to the stakes above her head. When Athena stood up, Cara was spread
wide on the ground and unable to move much more than wiggle her fingers or shake her
head.
Those chained hands were still awakening from the harsh treatment of the night and Cara
could not hold in a moan as the tingling and pins and needles ravished her hands and
forearms. Lord Mark waited until he felt she was over the worst of that particular pain.
He wished her to feel the full impact of each stroke of the whip without distractions.
The first stroke was unannounced, and brought froth a gasp from the naked woman
accompanied by a jerk of her hips, for the stroke had marked her bottom across both
cheeks.
This was not a riding crop to redden the cheeks, nor a small leather whip designed to
sting but not mark the skin. This was a heavier braided leather whip with a stiff tip
designed to raise welts and leave marks to remind the slave of her punishment for a long
time. And to cause a great deal of pain in doing it.
Lord Mark, with an expertise gained from much practice, shifted his position slightly
forward and placed the next stroke precisely in the crease between her left ass cheek and
the top of her thigh, allowing the tip of the whip to impact very close to the tender
flesh of that area between her legs. It was a hint that suggested more than her bottom
might become the target of that pain-causing leather.
Slowly, working with precision and skill, he covered her bottom with thin lines of red
that quickly became swollen and angry. Then he shifted down to the backs of her thighs,
granting each leg its fair share of the pain. Slowly, steadily, the punishment continued,
the marking of a new slavegirl, as is a Master’s right to do. The sky lightened until the
brilliant yellow rays of the sun itself fingered their way through the pine trees to
strike the naked and crying woman on the ground.
Thirty numbered the slashes and whipmarks upon that soft flesh, some beginning to overlap
so that fresh pain burst upon old and was worse for it. Lord Mark’s eyes were bright with
excitement as he worked over the female flesh held in place by chains. Cara’s only
reactions had been gasps and a jerking of her body. After the twentieth stroke, her
fingers clawed at the earth but she held in any words of pain or pleading.
Lord Mark paused. To Athena, who had been standing passively by, watching but not
reacting, he said, “That, I believe, is thirty.”
“Yes, Master. Thirty.”
“Good. That should get her attention. Now let’s see if we can make her scream.”
By the fortieth cut upon her flesh, Cara was screaming, for some of them were finding
that private place between her legs.
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