Chapter 9

Chastity Klapp was bound in Mistress Felicia's torture chamber standing with her arms over her head. Her tits were ringed with iron hoops and a spiked g-string was torturing her cunt. Her feet were forced far apart on the floor and her shoulders were forced forward so that she was slightly jackknifed at the waist. Mistress Felicia thought that Chastity Klapp was the sexiest sex slave she had seen in some time, that was why she had reserved a special torture for Chastity. Chastity Klapp was a bright slave. "Mistress Felicia?"

"Yes?"

"Why is the fire going in the torture chamber fireplace?"

"Why shouldn't I be burning a log or two?" the dominatrix bitch said.

"No reason, except it is the middle of the summer," Chastity said.

"I had forgotten."

"It is getting awfully hot in this room bound like this."

The sweat was pouring down the pretty sex slave's face.

"I want to simulate the conditions of hell," Mistress Felicia said.

Chastity Klapp was released from her bondage and then bound once again on the torture table, on her stomach.

"You are going to be marked, Chastity," the dominatrix bitch said.

"Marked?"

"Yes. I am going to mark your rear," the dominatrix bitch said.

"What do you mean, mark?"

"That is what the fire is for."

"What, you are confusing me."

"I'll slow down."

"Please."

"Have you heard of cattle being branded?" the dominatrix bitch said. "Yes."

"Well, sweetheart, that it what I am going to do to you!"

"Ohhhhhhhh."

"You are going to experience unthinkable pain!" the dominatrix bitch said. "Ohhhhhhhh."

"There are right now two branding irons in the torture chamber fireplace. Each one has a single letter on it. An M and an F. For Mistress Felicia. You are going to be branded with one of the letters on either of our ass cheeks," the dominatrix bitch said.

Mistress Felicia put on some heatproof gloves. She went to the fireplace.

"Ohhhhhhhh, I see the irons glowing white!" the dominatrix bitch said.

"Please-"

"What?"

"Mercy."

"I thought we got over this have mercy stage a long time ago."

"At least put me to sleep first," Chastity said.

"That would defeat the purpose," the dominatrix bitch said.

"What do you mean by that?" Chastity Klapp said quickly.

"If you were asleep you would not be able to feel the pain."

"Oh."

"I am going to have to gag you, Chastity," Mistress Felicia said.

"Why? I thought you liked the sounds of my screams," Chastity said.

"I do. I just don't want you to bite your tongue in two."

"Oh."

Chastity Klapp was gagged.

Mistress Felicia pulled both of the branding irons out of the fire at once, holding one iron in each heatproof glove.

Mistress Felicia then brought the irons over to the torture table. Mistress Felicia made sure that there were not upside down. The criminally insane woman stood at the foot of the torture table and allowed the irons to hover over Chastity Klapp's ass so that the pretty sex slave could feel the radiating heat. Then, suddenly, Mistress Felicia plunged the irons onto Chastity Klapp's melting ass flesh. Mistress Felicia counted aloud.

One Mississippi.

Two Mississippi.

Three Mississippi.

Four.

The irons were removed.

Chastity Klapp had not had the luxury of passing out and had experienced fully conscious every ounce of her agony.

That night Mistress Felicia recalled why she was a dominatrix bitch in the first place. Yes, she had learned how to torture from the best.

The criminally insane woman had learned her torture techniques from the Viet Cong.