 Master Dusk tugs on the chained leash as he picks it up, "Look at me, slave!" Destiny lifts her tear-stained, mascara streaked face to his. "A rough beginning but you will no doubt make a fine slave, albeit a recalcitrant one." He is aware from his wealth of experience and the dazed, confused expression that mars her otherwise attractive face that she doesn't believe a word he is saying but very soon she would know all too well. Again, he pulls on the chain and walks over to a large side door, with a hesitant, trembling Destiny struggling to crawl behind him. As they cross the threshold her already tender, carpet burned knees find new pain as they pad over the rough concrete floor. New embarrassment flares up in Destiny's face, making it burn almost as hot as her welted ass when she suddenly realises that another stranger is standing before her. She cringes as she hears Master Dusk issuing instructions. "Just arrived, a right stuck up, little corporate bitch, very high and mighty." Anger and indignation flood through Destiny upon hearing the combined malicious laughter. "Get her cleaned up and ready for her first inspection. I will be back in a few hours that should give you plenty of time."
Destiny resists the urge to glare up at the stranger and Master Dusk as they continue with their conversation as though she is invisible. "It's going to take every minute of it, she's a mess!"
Master Dusk chuckles wickedly, "Her husband had a little go at her before he left, always seems to leave them in shock for a day or two when they finally realise he means business." The leash is passed over, and Master Dusk returns, smiling, to his study.
"Well, slave, let's get to it, we don't have much time. I am Master Cain and I will be the one that gets to clean you up after they mess you up. You will be seeing a lot of me during your stay here." The already familiar tug of the chain bids Destiny to follow him, she moves slowly, gingerly placing one knee in front of the other, groaning as the rough concrete scrapes her tender flesh.
Master Cain pushes Destiny through a swinging door as he orders her to her feet, it is an order that she is all too happy to obey. Modestly she readjusts her clothing and takes a quick glance around. Noting as she did so that this man didn't seem to care where her eyes where. Feeling a little bolder, she takes advantage of it and surveys her new surroundings. The centrepiece of the room is a huge white porcelain bath enclosed in a stone wall rising up from the concrete floor, an array of taps and jet sprays circling it, quite unlike anything Destiny has ever seen before. A few open showers line one wall and she stares aghast as she finally notices the several toilets sitting neatly in a row without the slightest hint of privacy to shield them. Several large industrial type washers and dryers join a large deep sink on the third wall and a long steel table sits in front of a panel in the fourth wall with a diverse assortment of hoses, nozzles and other unfamiliar tools flanking it that for the moment Destiny can't quite figure out their purpose.
Her attention meanders back to the man in front of her, with his build he should have been on a football field or at least posing for one of those sexy, hot male calendars that she and a few female friends salivated over from time to time. Completely nude from the waist up, his muscles bulge and glisten with the steam from the room. At the waist of his tight fitting, black leather trousers hangs a narrow leather strap, something Destiny will be seeing a lot of, and a sight that will forever make her wince. As he moves into close proximity beside her, she can't deny she feels her heartbeat step up a notch, the colour rising up in her cheeks again, sure he must have noticed as he unhooks the chain from her collar.
"Strip!" He commands as he tosses the chain in a heap on the chair before reaching up to a high shelve and retrieving another set of cuffs, similar to those already around her ankles.
Destiny stands rooted to the spot, her mouth open in shock. "S-s-strip??" she stammers.
Master Cain looks slightly irritated. "Yes, strip! How else do you plan to get bathed and cleaned up?"
As temper takes over Destiny seems to forget about all that has already taken place since her arrival as she retorts heatedly, "If it's all the same to you, I can bathe and change myself! If you just run along and get my things for me, then I will be glad to do just that!" Destiny glares across the room wondering if he really did think she was just going to strip off for him.
Master Cain's massive hand shoots up from his side and grips Destiny's chin tightly, as he glares into her insulted eyes. "Ok, bitch, strike one, I'm going to give you that one, but let me make a few things clear here. Number One, you now have about as much choice or opinion as that chair in the corner! Number two, it is NOT all the same to me, I am NOT your personal pool boy just ready to do your bidding! Number three, as for your things, you have no possessions! Anything you receive here will be at the discretion and kindness of your Masters and will need to be earned. That said, my high and mighty little slave, you can proceed to get undressed or it will be done for you!"
Destiny's knees go weak and threaten to buckle from underneath her, but she valiantly tries to stand tall even though her body is trembling violently as she grabs the front of her blouse protectively and spits out, "You cannot possibly be serious! My husband…"
Master Cain jerks her chin up to a corner of the ceiling, cutting her off before she could finish her would be threat. "Your husband not only paid dearly for you to be here, but he also signed permission to that effect and even as we speak he is being treated to a direct live feed of every nasty detail of your training and anytime he should so desire to view it!" His fingers deftly slip inside the neckline of her blouse and quickly rip through the buttons, sending them cascading in all directions. "Any more questions now, slave?"
Destiny gasps loudly, her eyes growing wide in fear as she stares at the box in the corner still unable to fully grasp that her husband had knowingly allowed all this, had willingly subjected her to this. Seeing that she is making no movement to comply and not all that sure she could even if she wanted to, Master Cain rips the silkily material of her blouse down over her arms and throws it into a nearby container.
With experienced hands he unzips the skirt and wastes no time in gently removing it, but rather rips right through the seam and tosses it on top of the destroyed blouse. The white lace bra quickly joins her former tattered protection and leaves Destiny standing there, shamed and bared, like it or not. She drops her head in humiliation as an almost imperceptible breeze brings her attention to her already erect dark pink sensitive nipples, standing out long and hard, so contrary to the anger she feels seething inside. In a last ditch attempt at modesty Destiny tries to cover up her nakedness, folding her arms across her breasts, trying to hide her hard nipples from view as she fights the overwhelming desire to break free and run away from this horrendous place and the people within it. The thought crosses Destiny's mind that just maybe this is Jeff's sadistic form of revenge for opposing the divorce, but then again he had seemed so sincere about this being the answer to everything that is wrong with their marriage
Master Cain abruptly snaps Destiny out of her reverie, refusing to allow her time to adjust or think he grabs her wrists roughly and pulls them away from her full breasts. "No! Your body is the property of your Masters, it is not yours to cover, nor is it yours to protect or control! You will learn to touch nothing you are not given permission to touch!" Master Cain's stern tone brooks no argument.
The bright flush on Destiny's face deepens enough to penetrate through the black mascara streaks and seems to visibly flow down through the rest of her body as she feels the skin on her chest colour. Resigning herself to her fate, her shoulders slump, the fight drains out of her, there is nothing she can do, nowhere she can hide and this powerful man standing before her seems to possess no compassion for the appalling predicament she finds herself in. Destiny glances upwards again at the camera, mentally sizing up whether her crumbling marriage is truly worth this. Unaware of her action, Destiny's tongue snakes out over her lips, licking them as she tastes the salty reminder of her husband's spent pleasure, suddenly knowing without a doubt that this is indeed what he had in mind, the bastard knew exactly what was going to happen to her and like it or not she had given her complete consent. Destiny takes a deep breath, steeling her resolve, she can do this, and she glares at the bare chested man in front of her. Ok so be it, thirty days and no divorce, she could return to her palatial home, her position, and the lifestyle she intends to maintain for many a year to come. "Fine!" Destiny's fingers clench into fists at her sides. "And I suppose you are going to tell me how to bathe as well?" but she doesn't feel nearly as brave as sounds. In fact she is quite sure that nothing in the experience of all her 30 years on this earth would ever be quite so embarrassing as this. She is to find out just how wrong one can be.
Master Cain cups a well rounded breast in his hand, bouncing it lightly in his palm, "Oh, you can count on it slave that I will do a lot more than tell you how to bathe." Destiny tries to pull free from his invasive touch, only to squeal loudly as his fingers pinch her hard nipple jerking her back painfully to her former position. "The quicker you learn that this body belongs to your Masters and not you any longer, the quicker you will be allowed to leave the first phase of your training." An evil smile spreads over Master Cain's face as he leans into her. At the same time he twists her dark nipple, pulling her closer to his face. "Let's start with your mouth bitch, close it and keep it closed until we find a better use for it!"
Destiny's eyes widen, sparks of anger shooting from them, before had anyone had the audacity to speak to her the way this man did! She throws her hands up breaking Master Cain's grip on her and begins to yell a stream of colourful oaths and curses that would have made a thirsty, seasoned sailor on shore leave blush. She is well into her searing tirade when suddenly to her astonishment she realises there is no one there to hear it. She spins around, her eyes searching out the room, seeing nothing, hearing only herself. For the first time since entering the castle she is completely alone, the silence deafening.
A pang of fear shoots straight through to her very core and makes her breath catch in her throat, confusing her as much as anything else that has happened over the last few hours. She grabs a towel on her way to the door and twists the knob, only to find it securely locked. After wrapping the towel tightly around her body Destiny sinks into the only chair in the room, dissolving into yet another pool of self pitying tears.
* * *
 Master Cain quickly returns closely followed by Master Dusk as a whimpering Destiny clutches her terry cloth protector more fiercely as she looks away, refusing to acknowledge either man. She barely comprehends Master Dusk's stern admonishments as his voice booms out in the room, "…slave, your husband has parted with a great deal of money to offer you the gift of a lifetime. You are clearly unworthy of his trust; however, it is not for me to question his choices but to transform a rich, cocky, little bitch into a loving and beautiful slave. Rest assured Destiny, I do my job well, and take great pride in my work…"
Master Dusk's speech continues to fall on deaf ears and Destiny barely notices as Master Cain picks up her limp arms and locks her wrists tightly in yet another cumbersome set of cuffs. The leash is once again attached and she feels the irritating jerk that bids her to follow. Destiny locks her fingers to the only protection they can claim, and is somewhat surprised when no attempt is made to relieve her of it as she follows Master Cain to the door.
"Your complete disobedience, blatant disrespect and nasty temperament have only served to delay your training," Master Dusk's lecture continues as the three of them make their way down a long, narrow hallway. The finely decorated walls soon give way to harsh black iron bars that would be more at home in a turn of the century jail. Destiny's hesitation is met with a strong jerk on her leash, before dragging her another six feet or so towards a huge iron gate. The clanking of the key against the metal plate turns the blood in her veins to ice and sends a shiver coursing through her very soul. For the first time since the little scene in the study Destiny's wide, petrified eyes meet with Master Dusk's, pleading for mercy against the complete unknown.
"Well, slave, you have more than likely broken a record for buying yourself some time in the punishment cell. However, perhaps a bit of time to reflect on your reasons for being here will help to change your demeanour." With that he is off, once again leaving her in the capable hands of Master Cain. A thousand questions form in Destiny's mind, none of which she chooses to voice. She decides there and then that they can play out any number of their perverted little games but she will not, she cannot allow them to break her.
Upon entering the room she is instantly blinded by a row of floodlights blinking on in unison. Destiny tries to shield her eyes as she is unceremoniously pushed into the room, stumbling forwards until her near fall is only broken by a long, broad stainless steel table. Master Cain leans against the gate enjoying the scene for a few moments as the unwilling slave takes in her change in surroundings.
Despite her resolve Destiny gasps loudly, squealing and cursing as she catches and steadies herself as she grabs the table only to lose the towel from around her. The embarrassment of being in the spotlights naked however, is quickly overcome as she takes in the sights around her. Three other females share the cell, all bound by their leather collars to hooks in the concrete wall and each kneeling the same way on the cold stone floor. Their hands are laced behind their bowed heads, their legs spread in wide 'V's as their buttocks rest on their crossed heels.
The sound of high heels clicking from outside the bars draws Destiny's attention momentarily from the chained girls and she spins around just in time to see several well dressed ladies passing by and chatting among themselves. "Those high class sluts giving you a tough time, Cain?" Their teasing laughter fills the air, reminding Destiny sadly just how much she wants to be at her club with her girlfriends gossiping without a care in the world and sipping on their Velvet Hammer cocktails, any where but this horrifying place.
"Nothing I can't handle, Rina, my dear. I always send them back with a sweeter spirit, don't I?"
"That you do, Cain! That you do!" As she speaks the tall, stately brunette is observing Destiny, her eyes roaming over her naked form, sizing her up. "Hmm perhaps I will have to make a special trip back down this way and watch you take this pretty little thing down a peg or two."
Master Cain grins evilly, "Better hurry then 'cause I'm not planning on wasting a lot of time."
"I'll be sure to hurry back when I hear screaming!" Rina and the other women laugh as they make their way down the hall. Destiny watches Master Cain closely, as she glances from the corner of her eye, noting that the captive girls have not moved so much as an inch.
After a moment of debating his next move, Master Cain decides that he is enjoying the nervousness of this new slave and chooses to let her sweat over her fate for a while longer. He isn't exactly sure how long it has been since the girls had been worked over but now seems as good a time as any to do it again. The girls were only ever sent here for serious infractions and often remained for several days at a time. It wasn't called the Torture Chamber for nothing! Out of earshot of the Masters and Mistresses the slaves secretly called it Hell, but whatever one called it, anyone spending time here didn't often return.
Master Cain walks past the three girls, pausing in front of each one, looking them over as he goes. Moving back to the middle girl, he snaps her face up with a handful of hair. With only the merest glance over at the stunned Destiny he drops his leather pants and unceremoniously shoves his thick shaft deep into her mouth and begins to pump her face fiercely. Destiny can only stare, her gaze fixed on the girl's mouth wrapped around the pounding hardness, the tearing of her eyes as she fights the gagging and choking of Master Cain's massive tool. Yet she remains completely still and in her given position. Finally he slams himself hard one last time forcing her face to his crotch and holding it in place, while he fills it with his come. Taking a step back he finally releases her head, "Hold that for a while, slave." Without as much as a glance at the girl he has just used he steps up to the next. "Clean your Master."
Destiny has never in her entire life witnessed such a graphic display and leans weakly against the table, knowing she shouldn't be watching yet helpless to take her eyes off the cruel treatment. She is left completely stunned when without a sound the girl begins instantly lapping at his crotch like an animal, leaving no area untouched, her tongue swirling around his cock, over his balls and sweeping a wet but cleansing line between his cheeks. She continues with her tongue bath until Master Cain drops her head and steps away, and just like the previous girl returns to her statue like pose. Destiny can't help but wonder if these girls are even real, they appear to be so much more like every man's fantasy dream robot.
Master Cain watches and grins more than a little wickedly at Destiny as he grasps the hardened nipples of the middle girl with both hands, twisting and squeezing, drawing little more than the smallest of whimpers from her, jerking her easily to her feet. "Show me!" Destiny watches in disgust as the girl immediately obeys his command. Opening her mouth wide, she displays Master Cain's spent passion, still warm in her mouth. "Good girl, now drink."
The girl moans softly as she savours his seed like a treasured treat, her eyes closing as she swallows, then licking her lips and swallowing again. "Thank you Master Cain, this slave is very grateful to have been allowed such a treat." She instantly falls to her knees, lowering her head to his feet, kissing his boots, murmuring soft, sincere words of appreciation, thanks and praise.
Destiny shakes her head, quite sure she is going to be ill, totally unable to believe that any of this is really happening. The girl actually sounds like she means it! Destiny's mind reels wildly with what just must have happened to her here to make her so appreciative of such degrading treatment. She just can't understand it!
Master Cain allows the girl to continue with her grovelling. "Slave, you would do well to continue this behaviour when you I return you to Master Nightshade. Should you not, I can assure you that a second stay here will not be as pleasant as this one has been for you." Master Cain pays no mind to Destiny's gasps of outrage as he watches and listens to the slave at his feet, swearing her oath to do as exactly as she was told and promising to make them proud.
He pulls the slave to her feet, a bit more gently this time. "You will take your last punishment, and return to your Master. I pray that you do well this time." His strong fingers wrap around the girl's arm as he pushes her towards the table. Destiny's loud gasp almost drowns out his words, as she bolts up nearly knocking over the table in her fury. Her eyes shoot flames of fire at Master Cain even as she quickly stumbles out of the way, her hands walking along the table, then grabbing at the bars. "Punished?!" The angry words pour from Destiny's mouth despite her vow to herself to endure. "What the hell are you talking about?! I want to see my husband this instant! I will not remain here to be treated like an animal!"
Master Cain drops the girl at the table and in one quick stride catches Destiny by the hair jerking her forward. His strong hands slide down her arms pinning her wrists together in front of her and he successfully locks the cuffs together. "No one was talking to you slave, you would do well to remember a slave only speaks when spoken to." Master Cain seems only mildly irritated at the interruption rather than angered by it. He attaches a short chain to the centre of the locked cuffs and turning his back on Destiny proceeds to drag her stumbling behind him over to the left hand corner of the table. A torrent of tears flood her face again as he lifts her arms, swiftly hooking the chain around the iron grid work that forms the ceiling of the cage. Despite Master Cain's wise advice Destiny begins to plead in earnest, "Please! This is a huge mistake, I don't want to stay here, I can't, I won't! Send word to my husband, this place surely can't be what he believed it to be!" Strung up very high on her tip toes, Destiny pirouettes around in a circle, trying to see Master Cain's whereabouts as she hopes to gain his mercy.
Any hopes of any form of mercy are dashed, when she feels Master Cain's body behind her, and a large foul tasting rubber ball being forced into her mouth, and strapped tightly around her head. With a sharp slap to her ass, he steps away. "Perhaps that will serve to remind you in the future, that your opinions from now on are only those that I give you!" Ignoring Destiny's frantic dance and daggered eyes, he turns his attention again to the patiently waiting slave. Patting the end of the table, he bids her up on to it. "On the table, slave."
Destiny watches as the girl slides her well rounded cheeks just to the edge of the table as from each corner Master Cain pulls a long bar, closely resembling the stirrups of a gynaecologist's examining table while ordering her to place her feet in each one. Destiny can only stare in horrified silence as the girl promptly obeys, and lies back on the table resting a leg against each of the widespread bars. A lamb being led to the slaughter Destiny thought, and not only does she willingly allow it, she's actually helping the bastard!
The ankle cuffs are locked to the iron bars as Master Cain brushes his hand lightly down the inside of the girl's thigh, enjoying the muscles quivering beneath his touch as if in anticipation of what is to come. The globes of her ass just barely over the edge of the table, and splayed apart painfully wide, give Destiny a perfect view of each damp silken fold. She tries to swallow hard against the ball gag as her eyes follow the ivory coloured flesh before coming to rest at the girl's open totally bare pussy. There isn't a hair anywhere, she is shaved completely smooth. The dampness glistens in the spotlights like dew on rose petals as Destiny's head whips around to the two kneeling girls, but she is unable to see from her restricted position if they too have been prepared in the same way.
Master Cain draws the girl's willing arms over her head, before locking the cuffs, and hooking them somewhere beneath the table. Destiny gasps as she watches him, realising that stored along the edge of the table that she had only moments ago found some small refuge by, hangs a varied assortment of whips, paddles, straps and crops. Her troubled eyes cloud again with tears of fear, a fear for the girl, and a more pressing fear, the fear that she is watching her own fate play out in front of her.
Master Cain takes his time choosing his implement of torture and finally deciding on the crop, as he already knew he would, nothing has come close to rivalling his favourite tool although each and every one has its place and purpose. A quick flick of his broad wrist causes the first stinging bite to land on the girl's stomach. He runs his hand up and down the length of the crop, admiring its harsh beauty and exquisite workmanship. "This will do nicely … to start with." He moves the crop back to the girl's stomach, this time gently flicking it upwards towards her breasts, and circles each hardened nipple, before bringing the flap of the crop to rest on her mouth. "What is your name, slave?"
The girl's voice never quavers as she answers "My name is slut, Master."
"Who do you belong to, slut?" Master Cain continues as he taps on the girl's full bottom lip with the flap of the crop.
"I belong to the Masters and Mistresses of the Lair, Master."
"And why are you being punished again today, slut?"
The girl's head drops to the side, her long lashed eyes lowering in a show of shame, "I spit my Master's most generous gift from my unworthy mouth, Master."
Destiny grunts and groans against the ball that is making a good job of muffling her curses. Her jaws already ache as she dances in a fit of rage in the chains. She soon stills as her heart nearly stops when the crop hisses downwards through the air, the impact of the leather on tender flesh echoing around the chamber as it lays an angry welt to the inside of the girl's thigh.
Master Cain isn't sure who he is watching more, the slave he is punishing, or the uppity slave he will punish later. Both are equally pleasing to him. One with her pride still intact, as she apprehensively contemplates her own fate, the other with her delicate quivering flesh spread out before him, helpless to escape his wrath. Raising his hand again Master Cain cuts the air twice in quick succession, causing the slave to arch and whimper in pain as the leather kisses her prominent nipples. He gives her little time to catch her breath, before delivering equally stinging blows to the sides of each of her lovely pale breasts. They bounce beautifully as he directs the next blows to snap on the sensitive underside of them.
Destiny looks on helplessly in stunned shock as the slave squirms in pain, moaning and whimpering softly as she bites on her bottom lip with the determination to endure.
When Master Cain is satisfied that her breasts are covered in enough scarlet raised lines, most of which are already showing welts, he steps back for a moment to admire his handiwork, resting the torturous crop on the table.
The slave's reprieve from her punishment was not to last long as he moves back up to her breasts, pinching and twisting on her nipples hard before expertly attaching steel alligator clamps tightly to each bruised nipple, drawing a pained scream from the girl which she tries to bite back on.
Destiny writhes in her bondage again, rattling her chains and cuffs urgently, her feet and legs ache, her head reels in disgust, and for the life of her she can't understand how she can be so riveted to this whole barbaric scene, disgusted with herself for being so eager to see what would happen next.
Destiny's eyes follow Master Cain's hands as he reaches above, noting the chains that hang conveniently at various intervals across the iron grid. He pulls one down, and attaches it to the chain that connects the two cruel clamps gripping each of the girl's nipples flatly. Slowly, he begins pulling the chain across the top of the bar. The slave arches and cries out as inch by inch he stretches her nipples and breasts until they are like cones pointing skywards. Her head rolls from side to side, the guttural groans of pain filling Destiny's entire being.
Satisfied that he has achieved just the right height Master Cain locks the chains together and retrieves his evil toy from the table, his eyes darting over at the strung up Destiny as she battles her own emotions. He is confident that if he checked, she would be absolutely horrified to find she was already soaked in her own desires … but there will be time enough for that later.
Destiny closes her eyes tightly, desperate to somehow shut out the scene before her, but even in the dark, the snap of the leather against flesh over and over again permeates the room, forcing her to be an unwilling witness to the most inhuman pain she has ever seen inflicted on anyone. It is rapidly becoming clear to her why the girls obey so readily, why they are so careful to avoid a mistake.
Suddenly the slave's fight to maintain control is lost. Her whimpers and groans give way to sharp screams of pain with each hissing snap of the crop. Her breasts a solid mass of trembling red flesh. Every jerk, every arch adds to the pain as the chains sway and pull at her punished nipples. It stuns Destiny to watch as Master Cain finally removes the clamps. What to her mind should have been a welcome relief, has sent the girl writhing into what appears to be double the agony. She squirms and cries, her whole body jerking against the table.
Destiny's eyes are so intent on the girl's pain that she did not see Master Cain change his tool of torture. The sudden crack of the strap, hitting across the girl's proffered ass cheeks quickly hushes both of them. "Enough, slut!" He stands between the girl's open legs. "Do you require another day in the cell?"
The punished slave cries out quickly, "No, Master! Please, no!" and bites her lip tightly, determined to force her body into obedience. Destiny is more than sure she heard and saw sheer terror at the very thought on the girl's anguished face.
Master Cain nods his approval, and smiles down at her as he witnesses the pool of juices running from the innermost soft tender folds of her flesh. Truth be known there is nothing more intoxicating than the moans and screams of a well punished slave, but he seeks to calm her before he continues to impart his cruel terror on yet more sensitive areas.
The slave girl's ass cheeks clench and shake tremulously as the wide strap cuts the air again. Destiny can feel the wind as it passes by her face, first one strike, then another. It seems as though only seconds have passed before the girl's whimpers fade and again the strap whistles through the air, leaving her ass cheeks as bright as her breasts, as Master Cain seeks to cover every inch of the pale flesh of her exposed ass. The girl now sobs openly, but continues to manage to cut each agonising scream short. Just as Destiny is sure it can get no worse, she watches as Master Cain hangs the strap back in its place, and takes in hand again his favourite chastiser.
She is so sure that despite the ball gag, her own screams are almost as loud as the tortured girl's, when the crop hisses wildly but accurately through the air. The first blow to her slick opening echoes around the room. The wet smacks of leather against her delicate folds are enough to break the girl's resolve. The screams and moans continue unabated as the evil crop swishes over and over through the air, slapping down into the pool of juices dripping between each lip of her open sex.
Destiny hangs limply from her chains, the arch of her foot cramped, her arms burning and her jaw throbbing in pain but her moans and whimpers match that of the slave, although she has not yet begun to know the pain the slave has just endured.
The girl now moans and sighs in pleasure as Master Cain soothes her burning flesh with soft brushing caresses. He moves in closer between the girl's outstretched legs, whispering softly to her. Destiny is sure that she even hears a gentle loving tone in his voice now as his fingers dance in and out of the girl's wet pussy. "I trust my slave will behave now?" he leans forward and places a reassuring kiss on her cropped stomach as she answers.
"Oh yes Master!" Tears drench the girl's face. Destiny is almost touched at the demure spirit, she is obviously truly sorry for whatever imagined crime she has committed. She is equally grateful too it would seem for the punishment she has just received. Destiny can only listen in amazement as the girl huskily whispers her sincere words of thanks for a lesson well learned.
Master Cain moves again to her head, releasing her arms and caressing the trembling slave's aching breasts. His fingers gently brush over the tender welts and bruised flesh, giving comfort to her sore nipples. "Sophia, come here!"
His demand catches Destiny by surprise, as she has almost forgotten about the first girl who had remained untouched and quiet throughout the whole ordeal. She quickly obeys Master Cain and scampers somewhat awkwardly across the floor on her hands and knees. She stops at his feet and as it would seem is customary around here, lowers her face to kiss them. Master Cain pays no heed to her attentions. He steps away and takes with him a handful of the girl's flowing raven black hair and pulls her, on her hands and knees behind him to the foot of the table. "Serve this slave and serve her well, or you will suffer twice her pain!" With a cruel jerk he forces the girl to her feet and drops her face between the slave's legs.
Destiny is quite sure she would lose her already reeling mind when the girl begins to lap hungrily between the fiery contours of punished slave's tender flesh. The room fills with the sounds of her licking and slurping as her tongue delves in and out of the slave's pussy, before playfully swirling up and down every crevice, and teasing the tender yet eager and very obviously swollen clit. Destiny raises her lowered eyes, her face burning hot with shame, well aware now of her own desires, ones like she had never experienced before, as the slave on the table writhes again but now moaning in pleasure that equals the pain.
Destiny nearly chokes in surprise when she feels hot breath on her neck. "Enjoy the show, slave?"
Her eyes glare at Master Cain as she twists and turns trying to avoid his touch, his knowing laugh only serving to make her all the more angry. Whether at him or her own obvious reactions she isn't quite sure.
His rough hand cups her soaking pussy, and Destiny bites her lip hard refusing to allow herself to feel the slightest pleasure from it, determined to fight it. Master Cain's fingers continue slipping through her soft bush pressing their way to the nub of her desire as she dances wildly trying to escape his attentions. Her eyes focus as if on their own, to the now wet face of the girl still sucking and lapping the juices from the slave's spread pussy, her moans of desire ringing out loudly as Master Cain continues his teasing torture between Destiny's own legs.
"You wish it was you now, don't you, slave? Floating into the heavens, lost in a spiralling climb of pure ecstasy."
Even as Destiny shakes her head to deny it, her hips arch in a lewd display of need against Master Cain's hand. As the slave bucks and groans on the table, the sexual scent of her excitement rising in the air along with her desire, he roughly presses his fingers into Destiny's hot folds, bringing her teetering to the brink of where she persistently continues to deny she needs to be.
"Are you going to behave yourself now, slave?" Destiny arches, moans and nods her head fiercely. Master Cain proceeds to remove the ball from her aching jaws. "One word out of line from you slave and I will replug that hole for a week, do you understand?"
Destiny nods, as she opens and closes her mouth, in an attempt to relax the sore muscles, and gasps loudly when Master Cain's free hand strikes a stinging blow to her tender ass. "Do you understand, slave?"
She quickly corrects herself, "Yes, yes, Master," hanging her head even as she utters the words, knowing that in some small way he has won this round.
The slave on the table finally bucks hard, screaming in the throes of ecstasy as she pleads frantically, "Please Master, please may this slut come?" As her whole body tenses and shakes with the urgent need for release.
Master Cain finds Destiny's swollen clit again and squeezes it tightly between his fingers, rolling it as he looks over her shoulder at the high flying slave girl. "Yes my slut, come as much as you like." Upon hearing his words the girl finally falls over the edge into her orgasm, totally immersed in her own pleasure. Destiny tenses and moans, as she arches her body sharply against Master Cain.
Abruptly he jerks his hand from her wanton need, and delivers a well aimed resounding blow to her ass with the open palm of his hand. "You'll not know that particular pleasure for a long time, bitch!" Without further word or touch, he unhooks Destiny's stretched up arms and catches her falling body, before letting it slither through his hands onto the cold stone floor.
He steps uncaringly over the trembling female on the floor and resumes caressing and soothing the breasts of the floating slave, his words calling her back as if she had somehow left this world. Destiny curls herself up into a ball, desperately trying to block from her mind what she now knows to be the inevitable. Master Cain's lessons are cruel but sure, and tonight she isn't sure who has learned the most. The slave that trembled in the arms of a sadistic Master, slowly floating down from her date with ecstasy, or the high-class wife curled in a ball lying in anxious fear of what the next 30 days will have in store for her.
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