Chapter 5
"I'd like to see you give Jade some special reward," her Whipmaster said. "Look at her. She's almost ready for the next stage."
The dark-haired beauty lowered her head in submission. The rope cut into her private parts, but she kept her legs close together, like a perfect lady, feeling it dig into her.
"I wouldn't mind you giving this one some semen discipline," the other Whipmaster said. "I've been beating her all night, and giving her the information she needs to know in order to be a better slavegirl, but she's a hard one to crack. She just doesn't respond. Perhaps she needs a different Whipmaster."
"The ultimate Master says that we should be able to trade girls if our personalities would mesh better with another Whipmaster's slave. I think it's good that you realize that you're not suited to this one."
Angelica wanted to speak out. She didn't want to lose the Whipmaster who had beaten her with his black whip this evening. The wounds he inflicted were still throbbing and she wanted more from him.
But she remembered that she was to have no wants of her own while in the house of discipline. She was there to be trained to the will of her dominants.
"I'll take Lulubelle under my wing for a while. I can't handle Jade, too, so she'll have to miss out. Goodness will always be rewarded. As for a bad girl like Lulubelle, discipline must be given out at once!"
So it was going to be a double punishment. Lulubelle was going to receive the sperm of the Whipmaster in a punishing way, while Angelica was to be denied it, also for the sake of her punishment and remorse.
The redheaded girl started to rebel. She was spoiled and arrogant, even when stripped naked with her pussy shaved.
"Tie her up so that she can't move at all," Angelica's Whipmaster said to the Whipmaster in charge of Lulubelle. "I want to see bondage that keeps her in place so severely, she won't be able to move a muscle without straining. She hasn't yet learned that a true slave needs no bondage at all to keep her in place. Correct, Angelica?"
Angelica was puzzled. There she was with rope wrapped several times around her ankles. Her wrists were encased in rings which held her to the floor. Should she have been in that position without the benefit of bondage? Was that what her Master wanted of her?
"I'm afraid I don't understand, Master," Angelica replied honestly.
The Master undid the knots which fastened her ankles with rope. He unsnapped the rings which were attached to her leather slave bracelets. He allowed her to remain on the floor without any bondage holding her down.
"If you are a true slave, you will stay there like an obedient dog for whatever I offer. If I bring a flaming hot whip down across your slit, you will keep your legs open when I command that. As much as it hurts, you'll take it for my pleasure, and that will bring you ultimate pleasure, making you a woman."
"Yes, Master," she replied.
"Meanwhile this disobedient bitch will learn through bondage what pain really means. And you will suffer, also, in punishment for your aggression which you demonstrated when you wanted only your own desires satisfied," the Whipmaster told Angelica.
The Master of Lulubelle took rope from his utility belt and wrapped it around the bucking bronco of a girl until she looked like a mummy. Each time the rope was wrapped around her the Master pulled it more tightly. Her flesh bunched out between the tightly drawn ropes. She felt the pressure digging into her, and her flesh was very white where the rope made" it jut out beyond the bondage.
Below each tightly drawn rope, the flesh was red.
There were hooks in the walls so the Whipmaster fastened the girl to the hooks, but he was told by Angelica's Whipmaster that he should use an imaginative disciplinary method.
The Whipmaster lifted the slender girl in his arms. Although she must have been cursing him under the tape which was fastened across her mouth, she was silenced by that tape. And although she must have wanted to claw and kick, she was restrained by the ropes which circled her body from head to foot.
Her fleshy breasts were sticking way out with the rope criss-crossed over them, but they weren't what the Whipmasters were interested in at the moment.
Lulubelle's Whipmaster turned the girl upside down. That's how strong he was. He fastened her to the hooks in the wall, keeping her in the upside down position.
With her head on the floor, the core of her femininity was centered, and easier for the Whipmasters to reach.
Angelica's Whipmaster was pleased with the creativity of the upside down bondage. He reached into his utility belt and brought out one of his most favored items for inflicting special pain. It was a sheet of fine sandpaper.
"Her privates have been recently shaven, I see," Angelica's Whipmaster said, observing the bared flesh of the girl's most delicate area.
"Yes, you should have seen those red curls come off and leave the skin below. Take a feel of it. It's as soft as baby skin."
"I'll feel it using a sandpaper glove," Angelica's Whipmaster replied. He was always thinking of his work. He was there to discipline girls, and training was accomplished when he kept his mind on the task at all times.
Angelica rubbed her aching ankles, trying to get the circulation back into them. The skin itched where the rough rope had scratched her.
She stayed still, despite her desire to grab her Whipmaster around the waist, sink her head in the pillow of his hairy crotch, and kiss him up and down along his red star!
But she realized that doing something like that would only earn her punishment. That would be being aggressive, and she had been warned about that. That would demonstrate her giving in to her desires, and she was being trained to suppress her own desires so that she could better serve her Masters.
The incentive for doing so was the promise that she would happy if she gave freely and completely of herself. If she pleased her Masters, in that way she would find the happiness which most girls her age were searching for, but never found.
It was right there in the ability to please a Master. Perhaps even the males she had met in the outside world were masters of a sort, although they did not command respect the way the Whipmasters did.
So she stayed firmly in place, holding herself back from earning punishment strokes on top of punishment strokes.
She watched as her Whipmaster disciplined another girl. Angelica felt some pangs of jealousy at first, but she suppressed them.
She was beginning to see how many negative emotions lived inside of her. She was definitely beginning to believe that she had been going backwards since her birth, and that it had been the source of any distress she had felt over the years.
Jealousy, for example, was a feeling that didn't make her feel good. It had been programmed into her somewhere along the line. She wasn't quite sure where or how. But it was definitely there. She recalled the feeling she got when another girl looked at the boy she was dating back a few weeks ago.
It wasn't even that the boy meant a terrible lot to her, but she felt the jealousy just the same. When the boy smiled back at this other girl, Angelica really felt her stomach churning with mixed emotions.
And now the same sensation was coming up for her again when she watched her Whipmaster working on another girl. She wanted his punishments all for herself, and she feared that he would leave her to work on this other girl, as he had indicated he might.
At the same time, Angelica realized that she didn't want to experience this jealousy. It was hurting her, not anybody else, although if it was discovered, it would bother them too, and she would probably be punished for it.
It wasn't part of the ultimate Master's way. He advocated being totally free with the Masters, and having no desires other than desires to please. If that were true with Angelica, if she were really doing that, she wouldn't be feeling jealousy over this. She would be glad that the Master was aiding in the training of another girl, because that would make everybody happy and fulfilled.
Angelica saw that she had far to go before she would actually be a perfect slave. But she was learning very fast. She had only been here for several hours on a night of the full moon!
She released the feeling of jealousy. She held herself in place without bondage.
As the Whipmasters and the ultimate Master had said, when a girl gives herself up to her Masters, then she will be in control of herself. Angelica was beginning to see the proof of that.
By staying perfectly still to please the Master, she was controlling her own body. By releasing her jealousy so that she would be a good slave, she was controlling her own emotional feelings and well-being.
She was making progress in her journey into slavery, while Lulubelle was resisting. Perhaps that was why Lulubelle was receiving the punishment that Angelica's Whipmaster was dishing out with sandpaper.
"That must really hurt her," Lulubelle's Whipmaster said as the other dominant rubbed the delicate virgin lips with sandpaper. The soft, tender flesh, puffed out as sex lips are, was feeling the scraping.
The area had been sore since the close shaving which made her private place look like the private place of a girl several years younger than Lulubelle was. Lulubelle was only fifteen!
The sandpaper caressed her smooth, teenaged sex lips, scraping the delicate white flesh of the redheaded girl until the area was so red, it looked as if it had been painted with rouge.
The girl tried to buck herself away, but it was impossible because of the heavy rope bondage which made her like a mummy, standing on her head.
In a way, Angelica's heart went out to the girl. She could only imagine what the poor girl was feeling.
But she knew that this was for the girl's own good, and that the girl deserved every ounce of punishment she was receiving. When Lulubelle was a better slave, then she would understand and appreciate the generous discipline she was being given.
They all watched as the lips became more and more red. They were being scraped raw. The flesh had been shaved clean and smooth. When the fingers were run across the lips, it was like baby flesh.
But now the flesh recoiled as it became like raw meat. There was a reason for this serious punishment. It would be Angelica's punishment, too; because she would be forced to stay still and watch it taking place.
When the Master had gotten through with the abuse of Lulubelle's privates, he gave Angelica a special treat. He was going to reward her, after all.
"You've been very good," he told her. "You need more punishment, which you shall receive. But you deserve some sexual reward, as well. So I want you to place your face near the privates of Lulubelle."
Angelica ordinarily would have winced at such a command. She didn't want to place her head near the crotch of another girl. For one thing, it would be humiliating for the girl, if anything could be more humiliating than being bound, trussed-up, hooked into a wall in an upside down position while a naked man massages the cuntal realm with a piece of sandpaper and others watch on!
But she obeyed the order because she was there to serve the Master. Feeling pity for the girl would not benefit anybody. It was another of the backward teachings which had become part of an unsatisfying way of life.
If each person was responsible for his or her own evolution, as the ultimate Master taught, then Lulubelle was responsible for what was happening to her now. After all, her behavior was what determined that she should receive punishment of that nature.
And it was time for Angelica to start taking responsibility for herself by knowing that what she wanted most was to serve as slave to her Masters, working her way through more and more intense discipline, and larger and larger sex organs, on up to the sexual punishments of the ultimate Master.
She placed her head beside the abrased lips of the bound girl. The Whipmaster rewarded her by giving her a taste of his marvelous tool.
"Stick out your tongue," he told her. "Stick it way out."
He was going to put her through her paces, telling her everything he wanted done. He told her to lick the head of his tool. He wanted her to get the whole thing wet first. When it was good and dripping, he put it in her mouth.
Inch by inch he gave her the prize. She sucked on it hungrily at first, but she was slapped across the face for that. It flew from her grasping mouth with the impact of the hard slap.
"What have you done wrong?" he barked.
She thought for a moment, going over the action she had just performed. She came up with the correct response.
"I was thinking of myself again by sucking it that way. You want me to make love to it, Master," she replied softly and apologetically, feeling the sting of the handprint on her cheek.
"You were lusting for that big, beautiful thing. Of course I want to tempt you with it, but you must resist the temptation. Suck it slowly and gently. Make love to that magnificent mauler. Make it feel so good. Let it puff out your cheeks with its hugeness. Suck it long and deep."
She took it into her mouth with adoring suck motion. She took it down into her throat, even though its enormous length caused it to press into the back of her throat, causing her some pain.
Making love to it was more rewarding than her mad lust for it. It was a lesson she would not soon forget, accentuated in her memory by the slap, but brought home by the exciting sensation of her first oral contact with a man.
And to think, it was the shaft of her powerful Whipmaster!
She felt honored. She felt honored to be given her Master's cock. Especially when she was given it in the presence of another slavegirl and another Master.
The man began to push his weight forward into Angelica, causing the teenaged girl to press back into the dampened core of the upside down Lulubelle. He pushed his organ deeply into the girl's cheek, which caused Angelica's face to sink into the other girl's private flesh.
Angelica didn't pull away. She continued to take the hot tool into her body, and she felt a tremendous pleasure surge through her body. She was young, she was a slave, and she was being trained for ultimate pleasure.
Oh, it was more than she had ever imagined would happen to her. Earlier in the night she had been nothing more than a teenager on a trial run, trying to find the route to a job. That had been her glory up until now.
To be evaluated as a good slave of a demanding Master was true glory! It was far better than anything she had ever felt before. That was because she had been thinking backwards for eighteen years. Now she knew that the pleasure of her Masters was her pleasure. And she took the probing monster down her throat. She sucked it lovingly, even when the thing rammed the back of her throat to remind her that he could always turn pleasure into punishment.
The line between pleasure and punishment was becoming finer and finer for Angelica, proving that she was progressing along the lines of her training.
As for poor, bad, Lulubelle, the line between pleasure and punishment was clearly marked. It seemed to be marked with a wide brush dipped in very red paint. She was experiencing no pleasure in this treatment. The blood would have been rushing to her head, since she was standing on it, except that the ropes were pulled so tightly around her, that the blood stayed captive of the ropes!
Angelica could feel the pressure building in the loins of the Master. He was pushing into her with a fever, and the temperature of his organ was burning the soft walls inside her mouth. His massive thing was seeming to grow harder and stiffer, as he tensed every muscle in his body.
Angelica continued to caress the full length of his tool with her mouth and tongue. She licked the red star, and was surprised to find that it was no different to the touch of her tongue than the rest of his mighty organ.
Still, when that red star pressed down into the walls of her mouth and throat, she felt a burning heat and power rush into her.
The Whipmaster was beginning to groan. "You love that rod, don't you slave?" he said.
She responded by taking it all the way in, until she felt the wires of his pubic patch at her lips. She wanted to let her hands fall down between her legs, so that she could work herself to her own relief, but she didn't. She had been spared bondage for the purpose of pleasing the Master. She knew that she should not enter her own body, but should instead place her hands on the body of the Master.
She held his pumping testicles in her warm hands, coaxing the liquid fire up from them. She wanted very much to receive the liquid gift. She wanted to feel it burning down her throat and into her stomach.
But just when she felt the stiffening of his member to its fullest potential, and just when his groans became the groans of uncoming release, he pulled his prong from her clutching portal, and directed the head of it at the abrased sex lips of Lulubelle.
"I told you that this would be punishment for you both," he groaned. "Watch me give it all to this bound slave," he screamed lightly.
The seed poured forth in a torrent. It was a flood which spewed hotly on the scraped virgin lips of the bound captive. The Whipmaster was moaning and groaning from the orgasmic feeling which poured from his being.
Angelica was holding back her cries, knowing that she had previously been told to keep quiet and refrain from such noises. She did her best, despite the fact that her heart was aching. She had wanted to drink the seed of her Master.
It hurt her as much as the flaming whip, to see him spew the load onto the quivering lips of a girl who wanted none of it. The hot lava burned her scraped-raw organ of sex. She felt it stinging itself into her, and she gritted her teeth beneath the wide tape which stretched across her mouth.
Angelica had been instructed further in the art of being a slave. The act itself had taught her more than words could ever teach her, and yet the Master cemented the lesson when he caught his breath after the release of his seed.
"Did that hurt you, Angelica?" he asked. "Did it hurt you to see me give my liquid fire to this slave?"
"Yes, Master. It hurt me as much as the whip which you flailed on my buttocks and legs."
"Then you know that you are not yet ready to progress levels," he told her calmly. "If you were ready to be a slave for my pleasure, then you would have not felt the pain. It would have been alright with you. You wouldn't have cared."
"But how could I not care?" Angelica asked. She was tearful and sincere. "I love you, Master. Naturally I wanted to drink the sweet juices from your masterful rod of life."
"Yes, sweet Angelica, but you reveal that you were in a state of desire when you say that to me. You wanted my juices. Yes, that is understandable, of course. But you are to have no wants. Your only want and desire is my satisfaction. When you learn that, then you will be able to watch me satisfy myself, and you will only feel gratitude for my joy."
"Yes, Master. I understand," Angelica replied. She did understand, but it was an intellectual understanding. The true slave would learn from experience. She would not really know what he was speaking of until she had given herself up completely and had experienced the joy of being a total slave, living only for the Master's pleasure.
Indeed, that would be the only way that she would earn the golden platter and the candles and the band of Whipmasters dressed in robes, offering her body to the ultimate Master.
She would have to remain a virgin, do her services as a slave, and work her way up to the Master's feet!
Then she would understand true love. Then she would understand that the love she had learned about in the backwards world was not pure love. It was not true love, no matter how many romantic songs wailed that it was.
All those sentiments about caring and wanting were scorned by the cult of the black whip. The ultimate Master explained, "If you care about someone, you can't love that person."
It made no sense to Angelica. She hoped that someday she would understand.