Chapter 5
Karla awoke earlier than normal so she could prepare for the training of Jane. She left the sleeping Miranda and padded softly down the hall to the girl's room. Opening the door, she could just make out the large lump of blankets in the center of the huge bed. Karla strode into the room and pulled back the covers. A wordless sound of rage came form her lips as she saw the two helpless girls huddled together in the bed.
"So!" she yelled, striking the hard shaft of her whip resoundingly against the head board. "You still don't seem to get the message do you." Jane looked up in terror at the vicious leather clad woman. Jane could not find her voice and instead began to cry.
"Stop those disgusting tears, you little pig," she commanded. And with the hard butt of her whip poked the sleeping Sylvia hard in the ribs.
"Don't," Jane yelled before she knew what she was doing. "She's had enough. We weren't doing anything."
"We weren't doing anything." Karla mimicked. "I don't care what you were doing, it's quite clear to me that you are one little girl badly in need of training. And since this little whore-likes you so well perhaps we can train her as well." Karla licked her lips at the thought of having two such lovely young girls to do her bidding. "The first lesson is to start right now!" Karla reached down and twisted her right nipple hard. "When I tell you to do something you do it. And when I tell you nothing that is exactly what you'll do." Karla punctuated the sentence with a sharp crack of her whip. Jane was beside herself with fear. The worst had happened and now she was body and soul the property of this horrible dyke. Choking back her tears, she spoke.
"Yes, ma'am."
"Yes what."
"Yes mistress."
"That's better." Karla relaxed her grip on her tender flesh. "You are to call each one of us mistress. The first time you fail I will personally flog you to within an inch of your life. Do you understand?"
"Yes, Mistress," Jane replied, lowering her eyes so as not to look at the beast-like dyke.
"First we must settle a little matter of dress." Karla said and crossed the room to the closets full of beautiful clothes. "Get out of that bed and get over here," she barked. Jane leaped up out of bed afraid to hesitate even one instant in compliance.
"Yes, Mistress," she said in a quiet broken little voice.
"Whose clothes are these?" the leather clad dyke demanded.
"Mine, Mistress," Jane replied.
"Wrong slut. You don't deserve such pretty things. You don't deserve anything. In fact I think we should burn these rags so as not to offend them with your slimy body." Jane sucked back the tears that were welling to the surface. Taking a knife from her pocket Karla began to mutilate the clothing. Jane whimpered piteously as the evil dyke hacked at her prize dress. Each frock in turn was ripped and cut.
Each of the delicate little dresses was mutilated beyond any wearing. Jane began to cry.
"Stop that you little bitch or I'll show you what we do to criers." Jane sucked back her tears and tried to stand up straight The evil Karla moved through her wardrobe like an avenging angel. Each of her items down to the smallest fashion accessory was torn and horribly disfigured.
"But mistress what will I wear?" Jane asked in a thin scared voice.
"You can wear your stinking skin until you prove you are worthy of such fine things. You and your little slut will go naked from now on. Until I am satisfied with your progress." Karla smiled at the pile of destruction on the floor. "Pick this mess up and toss it out the window," she commanded.
"Yes, Mistress," Jane replied and picked up the huge bundle and tossed it to the ground.
"Very good slut." Karla said. "Now rouse that other piece of dog meat and we shall begin your training. I want you downstairs in three minutes." Karla cracked her whip in the air for emphasis and left the two girls to their common fear.
"Sylvia." Jane called softly touching the warm, sleeping body of the servant girl. "Sylvia wake up." Sylvia opened her eyes and tried to focus on the new day.
"How did I get here?" she asked Jane.
"You came early this morning. Don't you remember?"
"No, I can't seem to remember anything after the beating." The memory of her torture was still so fresh in the young girl's mind that the very thought of it caused her almost to faint. Jane slapped her hard across the face.
"Sylvia you can't pass out now, they want us down stairs in two minutes." The servant girl's eyes filled with fear as Jane gave her the terrible news.
"No clothing." she said. "I've seen this before. They're going to train us ... " Her big blue eyes began to fill with tears. "I've seen it before. Oh god we are going to be the love slaves of the whole group. The slightest reluctance to do anything and they'll whip the skin right off us. I can't face another session with the whip." Sylvia turned her head and buried her face in the pillow.
"We have to be strong now." Jane said to the panicking girl. " We have to do what they tell us for now. But don't worry. I'm going to find some way out for us." Jane then took Sylvia's tear streaked face in her hands and began to gently kiss away the moisture. "We can face this thing together."
"I'll try to be strong." Sylvia promised and together the two young slaves went down stairs.
Karla was waiting for them at the foot of the stairs. She was looking at a big pocket watch as they came down the huge marble staircase..
"What did I tell you to do?" she demanded cracking her whip in the air. Jane found her voice as thin and small as it was.
"You told us to be down here in three minutes mistress." Jane lowered her eyes in what she hoped was a proper display of deference'.
"You two pigs are one minute late. I have a little device to teach punctuality."
Karla grabbed hold of Jane's thick dark hair and yanked hard.
"You'll learn to be on time you little hole." She barked and with mighty hands forced Jane to her knees. She pressed the young girl's captive face into her crotch. Grinding her thick hips and dense black pubis into her face.
"Eat me, you pig. Make me come and perhaps I won't beat you for being late." Jane feared the lash more then anything at this point. All-she had to do to be reminded of the horror was to look at the scarred and torn belly and breasts of Sylvia. So she pressed her face into the dyke's hot cunt and began to lick.
"That's right you dog. Lap it up.. Lick my clit, you fucking whore," she yelled, pulling harder on her hair and grinding her cunt into her face. "Suck me, lick me, fuck me, you dog." Karla brought the whip down just hard enough to show Jane that she meant business but not hard enough to break her vow to Miranda. It would be a shame she thought to scar such a sweet young thing. Especially one whose tongue was capable of such marvelous tricks.
Without any direction Sylvia began to press her hand into Jane's exposed cunt. She moved it up and down in the warm wet place and helped to drive her onto greater heights of passion. If they could please their evil mistress they might escape without a beating. With a sound like that of air escaping from a tire Karla came. She tossed Jane roughly to the side. Her fat ugly face was flushed with pleasure as she turned and walked form the room.
With a quick gesture of her whip she indicated that the two young women should follow her. Karla led them into the dining room and there laid out on the table was a sumptuous breakfast. Bowls of fresh fruit and hot rolls tempted Jane who had not eaten much in the past two days what with all the activity around the house. Karla saw her give the food a furtive look.
"Are you hungry slut?" she asked. "Yes mistress." Jane replied "I'm very hungry."
"Well are you ready to prove your worthiness to eat?" Jane was afraid to answer for fear of provoking some further horror. The taste of lesbian was all in her mouth. A thick fishy smell. Not at all like the good clean tastes of Sylvia or even of Miranda. Everything about the leather dyke was disgusting to her. Her face and mouth filled her with revulsion each time they pressed close to her. The hot rancid breath made her want to puke. "Well whore are you ready?"
"Yes mistress, just tell me what to do." Jane hoped that she would not have to be degraded too badly just to get a meal. Her hunger was like a thing alive inside her.. She was ready to do anything. The smell of the fresh baked rolls attacked her senses making her heart beat faster. Jane saw Sylvia looking in the same way at the pile of confections. She too was hungry beyond reason.
Karla seated herself at the huge table and spread her legs. Jane began to get an inkling of what she would have to do for food.
"Come here, slaves," she demanded and Jane and Sylvia jumped to join her. With one young girl on each side Karla began to stuff her ugly maw with food. She delighted in watching the greedy looks flash in the girl's eyes as she filled her cup with steaming hot chocolate. Jane's mouth watered as the fat dyke buttered a fresh roll and stuffed it in her cunty mouth. Karla swallowed the bread and picked up a fresh banana. She handed it to Jane who greedily peeled it. She was just about to eat the fruit when a hard slap landed on her buttocks.
"From now on you will take all your food from my cunt slave." she grinned her vicious grin and parted the thick flesh of her thighs. Jane hesitated. "Well, do you want to eat or don't you?" the evil bitch said. "With the weight of her degradation on her shoulders Jane sunk down on her knees before the lesbian. She parted the thick lips of Karla's cunt and gently eased the banana inside. Karla gave a little grunt as the fruit disappeared inside her. Jane pressed her face to the woman's cunt and began to slowly draw the fruit out with her teeth. The taste of the banana mixed with the evil flavor of the dyke's pussy juice had almost made her gag. But her hunger overcame her revulsion and she greedily ate the fruit from her mistress' cunt. Next Karla handed her a bunch of grapes and carefully Jane inserted each inside her evil box till it would hold no more. One by one then, she sucked the small pieces of fruit from the dyke's hot cunt. The grapes popped out and down her throat. Jane was glad to be eating even if in such an obscene manner. Jane looked up and could see that Sylvia too could not take much more. She too bent down and joined Jane at her Mistress' cunt.
"Now those are good little slaves. Do you like to eat Karla? Doesn't she make your food taste good?" The evil dyke was really enjoying having two beautiful young girls taking food from her cunt. She groaned and began to rub her hot rough paws over their heads as the two tongues pried the snacks form her crack. "That's it you sluts. Eat me. You must learn that all good little girls love to eat their mistress." Karla threw her head back as the hungry females licked around to get the last grape from her gaping cunt.
"Do you want more?" Karla asked. And the two captives looked up. The hot wet juices of the lesbian shone on their hungry faces.
"Yes mistress, could we have some more." Sylvia begged.
"Yes mistress me too," Jane said in her best pleasing tones. This was a horrible way to eat, but it was better than not having any food at all. Karla sliced a slim French bread and a bowl of butter and handed it to her slaves. With hungry hands they took the butter and smeared it over the dyke's cunt. The raw animal smells which came from inside her made Jane want to puke but she wanted the bread even more. She and Sylvia rubbed the thick cool stuff all over the huge swollen thighs. Karla moaned as the four hands of her slaves massaged the animal fat into her pussy, her legs, and her ass. "Good slaves, good slaves," she whispered as her passion got the better of her. Jane was grateful at least to be eating and as long as the fat dyke was having sex she could not beat them. Sylvia held the thick lips of Karla's cunt apart as Jane fed the long fat loaf into her cunt. Karla gasped as the first few inches of the hard bread passed though her lips and on into the deep canyon of her vagina. She began to shudder and shake and moan as Jane fed the bread deeper and deeper into her cunt. Karla reached down to grab onto the girl's head to press it hard ot her cunt. Sylvia fought down her fear and disgust and rose up and pressed her face into the lesbian's massive tits. She wanted to bring the horrid lesbo as much pleasure as they could as this after all was the reason for the training. They were each to learn the thousand sick and cruel ways that their masters wished to be pleased. Each time they drove another lesbian to the brink of lust they would be spared the lash.
Sylvia pressed her lips hard against the thick fat nipples of Karla's tits. She took the fat bits of hard flesh between her teeth and sucked hard. A breath of air escaped Karla's fat lips and she lifted her face to Sylvia's and kissed her hard. Karla forced her thick hot tongue down the back of her throat. Sylvia responded in kind and began to stroke her short black hair.
Jane pushed the last of the eight inch loaf out of sight inside Karla's insatiable cunt and slowly began to chew it back out again. After she had eaten the first three inches, she stood up to give Sylvia a chance to have some. Jane took the ugly face of the lesbian in her two small hands and kissed her eyes, her nose, her forehead. She stuck one of her cool, pink tits into the awful dyke's cold, hard face and then rubbed back and forth.
"Ah my good slaves. My happy slaves don't you love to please Karla."
Just as Karla began to move faster the door to the dining room opened and Miranda appeared. The aunt took one look at the erotic spectacle before her and moved to join it.
"I see our good little girls are having their breakfast," she commented and began to stroke herself. The sight of two young women fondling and sucking on the cunt of her lover made her hot. She too wanted to feel the soft firm lips of her niece and Sylvia as they sucked nourishment from her pussy. Karla gave a short sharp yelp as the last of the bread was eaten from her hot box.
Miranda sat down at the head of the table and picked up a plum. Licking it all over so it was wet and slick she pressed it to her cunt. The round purple fruit disappeared inside and without an order Jane moved to a submissive position between her legs. Jane pressed her mouth to her aunt's sweet cunt. At least food would taste better here than in the foul region of Karla's cunt. Miranda arched her back as Jane's tongue and fingers began to explore her pussy. The plum was stuck far up inside so lane had to use her fingers to pry it out. Miranda moaned as the fingers fought the suction of her cunt and tried to bring the fruit outside. Jane redoubled her efforts afraid to displease her cruel mistress. Her efforts were rewarded quickly as Miranda gave a quick shudder and came. As her tight cunt muscles relaxed in orgasm, the plum popped out and Jane greedily ate it.
Soon the two lesbians tired of the game and they began to discuss what else to do with their lovely slaves.
"They do seem more eager to please us," Miranda said as Karla shoved another pastry into her mouth.
"Yes and the training has only just begun."
"Think how wonderful it will be when they are completely ready to serve us." Jane could not help but wonder what further degradation she and Sylvia would be forced to undergo at the hands of the two sick females.
Soon the rest of the lesbians began to filter downstairs after resting from their hard night of lust. Madam Lee came down and pressed a hot, wet kiss on Miranda's lips.
"Good morning, my love," she said and sat down at the table. "Your slaves look lovely today," she said and ran a lusty hand over Jane's cool flank. "Such lovely young women." Lee hooked a finger into Jane's cunt and moved it quickly in and out. "Honestly, Miranda how much will you take for this lovely young girl."
"Do you really expect me to sell you my niece?" Miranda laughed. "She's the only family I have left now that my dear sister and brother in law are dead." It was the first time that Jane had thought about her parents. The comment only served to make her feel even worse as she realized that there was no one in the world who cared about what became of her. Madam Lee took her finger from her cunt and inserted it in her ass-hole.
"Are you sure that you won't reconsider Miranda?" she asked moving her finger deeper inside Jane's bottom. "After all think of all the nice slaves you could buy with what I would pay you." Jane prayed hard that her aunt would not sell her. As much as she might have wanted to escape this evil place at least she knew what she was up against here. In the strange oriental perversions she would be there forced to endure. Miranda tossed her head back and laughed again.
"No, Lee. This little girl means more to me than all the money in the world. As my own flesh and blood she deserves to be more than just an average sex slave." Miranda pointed to Sylvia. "However I would be glad to let you have this one." Sylvia's eyes flashed fear as she realized that she might become the prisoner of the oriental lesbian.
"That piece of garbage," Lee said. "Why she's not worth the energy it takes to whip her." Lee picked up an apple and bit into it with a loud crunch. "Do you think I might just borrow her for a few hours?" she asked Miranda the lust light shining in her eyes.
"Of course my dear. Would you like to have her attend your bath?" Madame Lee smiled.
"Miranda what a lovely offer. I do so need a good soak after last night." Karla began to say something but Miranda held up her hand.
"I think it only fair if we each have a hand in her training that way each of us will be able to enjoy her all the more." Now Jane's worst fears were realized. She was going to become the sex slut of the entire group. The horror and shame of it was almost too much for her to bear. She had to fight back the stream of hot salty tears which were trying to force their was out of her eyes. She was afraid that if her fear showed that it would only encourage the evil group to use her more and more roughly. Already her cunt and ass-hole were becoming raw for the constant attentions.
"Jane." Miranda said.
"Yes mistress."
"You are to go with Madame Lee and give her whatever assistance she needs. Sylvia, you go as well." Miranda smiled. "If you perform well perhaps we can find some regular food for you to eat, and perhaps some clothing as well."
So Jane and Sylvia found themselves alone with the small brown woman.
"Go and run my bath." Lee ordered imperiously. "I shall be there directly." Jane and Sylvia hurried from the room to the huge master bathroom. The two frightened girls held hands as they climbed the stairs.
"What do you think she'll want us to do?" Jane asked.
"I don't know but anything is better than spending the rest of the day with that horror of a woman." An involuntary shudder passed through Jane as she thought of having to spend any more time with the demon Karla.
"Just touching her ugly face makes my blood run cold. But we must please them. It's our only chance to escape." Jane said. "If they trust us they might give us the time we need to plan."
"Do you know anyone on the outside who would help us?" Sylvia asked her lips pursed in thought. "I was hoping that you might. I have no family other than Aunt Miranda." The hopelessness of their plight made the two girls hug closely together. The warmth of their friendship was all that stood between them and ugliness of the lesbian palace.
Jane ran the water in the tub. Sylvia stood in front of the mirror and stared at her reflection. Tears welled up in her eyes as her hands traced the cruel pattern of welts on her tits and stomach.
"My god I'm so ugly now. No one will ever want me again." She buried her face in her hands and began to cry.
"There, there," Jane said holding the shaking figure of the servant girl in her arms. "You're not ugly. You could never be ugly." With tender lips she kissed the ravaged tits of her friend. "All this will heal. Some day this whole sick thing will seem like it was some kind of terrible dream." Jane kissed Sylvia on her soft warm mouth and caressed her head.
"You'll see. Everything will turn out o.k."
"I wish I could be as brave as you." Sylvia said. "But I just can't."
"Don't worry my love, I'll be strong enough for the both of us." Sylvia tried to force a smile from deep inside but it would not come. So she just kissed Jane tenderly and began to prepare for the arrival of Madame Lee.