Chapter 8
It was time for another one of Lacy's lessons. Linda had her on a strict, rigorous training program.
The purpose of the program was two-fold. The first part was to make sure that she was educated in the finest tradition of the Torture Pit.
She would have to learn it all, to understand how it was possible to torture men and women alike, when they came seeking some sort of release, of expiation for their everyday guilts.
The second part of the program was a combination of reward and punishment to the slave herself, so that she would understand her proper place, so that she would realize she was disposable, like yesterday's napkin, responsible only for her own well-being, as long as she was in the proper frame of mind to make sure her mistress was pleased.
Otherwise, there was no reason for her to be alive, or to remain at the Sadists Torture Pit.
So it was, that Linda summoned Lacy to her front room, that afternoon.
"Yes, mistress," Lacy said, as soon as she was inside, and kneeling before her mistress.
"Kiss my feet," Linda said, stretching her self languidly backwards on the sofa, and letting her foot to out.
It was a lovely foot, also, with soft, smooth, unwrinkled skin, and little, pretty toes.
It was the kind of foot that could feel so good rubbing up and down a pussy.
Which was one of the secret desires that Lacy held.
She wished she could feel it, again and again, rubbing up inside of her.
She longed to feel the hot touch, again and again, of the glorious foot as it rubbed into her pussy.
Now, though, she had to be content with taking it in her mouth, and applying her warm lips and mouth to it.
She sucked hard, making sure that she got in between each toe, and let her mouth make it all nice and warm.
"Now the other," Linda said, softly, as she allowed Lacy's foot worship to continue.
She studied the girl closely as she did her work.
She was lovely. One of Linda's favorite.
Which was why she was happy to have taken a personal interest in her.
Now, when the woman was finished, she was allowed to stand up.
"Put your hands in front of you, please...."
Lacy shuddered.
She knew what that meant.
She was about to be given another lesson.
She looked, pleadingly at her mistress.
But it wasn't going to do any good.
She was going to get the treatment, and there was nothing she could do about it.
She waited, and then the leather thongs were produced, the thin straps of leather that were effectively wound around each wirst, in a figure eight, so that they were individually secured, as well as tied to each other.
Now, Linda overserved her own work.
"Lovely," she said.
"I'm going to have you trained with another," she said, as her mouth left a trail of kisses on Lacy's lovely, soft yet full tits.
"You're going to be placed in tandem with Babs...."
Babs was another of Linda's acquisitions.
She was building quite a new stable, and trying to get only the best candidates to come along.
Now, she led Linda by her bound wrists, by way of a specially attached leash, to the torture pit.
There was Babs, already secured to her post, waiting.
Babs was a ravishing, dark-haired beauty with the legs and tits of a Vegan chorus girl.
Linda loved the way Babs responded to the slightest touch.
She had the most sensitive tits in the world!
Now, she was being made to sit on a wooden pew, made exclusively for young slaves!
It was made of flat wooden blocks, so that there was a single seat, with a wood beam across the back.
The beam was for a purpose, of course.
After Bab's hands were secured behind her back, and she was made to sit on the pew, a leather strap was passed behind her upper arms and around the block, so that she couldn't move away form it.
She would be forced to sit up stock straight.
There was a leather gag around her mouth, to keep her from complaining.
Now, she was made to wear the special leather boots of Love!
They were knee-high, and then open, so that Babs' legs were able to bend.
Above her knees, only a single strap of leather remained, on her otherwise totally naked body.
There were two rings attached to the inner part of the straps, the part that was wrapped around her inner thighs.
Attached to these rings was a roller-like instrument, which looked something like a rolling pin, except for the awful spikes, like shark's teeth, that were spread out all over the rolling pin's path.
The roller hung menacingly between Bab's legs.
Now, Lacy was led over to the woman.
"Kiss her pussy...."
The command came from Linda herself. Lacy licked her lips.
The way they had Babs hooked up made her mouth water.
She couldn't wait to taste the woman's flow.
She put her mouth right on the damp, moist clitoris, and began to suck it.
She worked her mouth right up into it, and then, when she was able to her tongue into the pink, kept drawing it out, scooping out the woman's cream with it.
"That's enough," Linda said, as she was made to get on her hands and knees, right in front of Babs, so that they were both facing the same way.
Now, Linda made Lace put her legs out in front of her, bent up at the knees, slightly, so that she could move her ass right up to the bottom of the pew.
In this position, she had to bend her head so that the roller was now resting rather precariously on her tits.
And still, Linda didn't have the girls exactly the way she wanted them.
"Almost, darlings, almost," she said, as she continued to arrange them.
Lacy felt the spikes already biting into her naked chest.
It hurt so much, but she didn't dare complain. That just wasn't the way a slave was supposed to act!
Now, she waited, and when she saw the bone-like piece of equipment being brought up to her face, she swallowed hard and opened her eyes.
"What ... what is that...." she asked.
Her question was received with a sharp slap of her face.
She ought to have known better than to ask any questions. Slaves didn't ask questions. It wasn't the right thing to do! Now, she had the bit placed in her mouth. That's what it was like! A bit!
For a trained pony! That's what she was!
A trained pony!
Now, she bit down on it, and no ticed the ends were adjustable, with little holes on them.
She couldn't imagine what they were for!
She found out soon enough.
Linda carefully touched Bab's' tits, and immediately the responded, becoming rock hard, even as the woman moaned and groaned through her gag.
Now, she used the ends of the bit as tit clamps, making sure they were carefully attached.
So it was, that Babs could control the movements of Lacy's face, by way of those clamps, much as Lacy could control the pressure on the nipples by her movements.
It was a glorious sight, and one which set Linda's heart on fire.
Her two favorite female slaves, attached to each other.
Now, she went to the wall and reached for her whip.
She was going to do the both of them, hoping that the actions and reactions would cause the bit to pull against the girl's tits, and the roller to do it's job on the other one's breasts.
It was so wicked!
The girls' eyes widened in terror.
"MMmffff...." came the muffled cry from Bab's gagged mouth.
"No ... please ... don't ... not that...." Lacy begged, but it was only to have the opposite effect, driving the woman closer to where they were surely headed.
Now, Linda snapped the whip on the floor once or twice, and decided she'd make Lacy describe what was going to happen to her.
Linda bunched the whip under her hand, and pushed it up against the woman's jaw, knowing that this action would cause Lacy to pull on Bab's tits, and in turn make Bab's legs jerk and roll the pins on Lacy's tits.
"Ohh...." Lacy gasped, as she felt the first pangs of the shark teeth.
"What am I going to do to you...." Linda asked.
Lacy could feel the hot leather pushing up her chin.
"You're ... going to ... going to ... "
"Come on ... you have to tell me ... "You're going to ... whip me ... "
"And what else...."
"And you're going to whip ... Babs...."
"Do you want me to...."
Lacy choked on the words.
She knew what she had to say.
"Yes...."
"Yes what?"
"Yes, mistress...."
Linda smiled.
"You like the taste of the lash, don't you...."
It was hard for Lacy to talk through the bit, and the thing was making her dribble. Further humiliation. "Oh, miss Linda, please...." That did it!
Linda cracked the thing once more, and then, without further warning or preparation, brought the hard black bullwhip down hard across both their bodies at the same timne!
"Ooohhh...." Lacy cried, as she felt the thing biting into her!
She didn't think she was going to be able to take it anymore.
"I want you to count off the lashes," Linda said, as she continued to apply the beating.
THWACK!
SMACK!
WHIPPPPP!
"OH...."
"I can't hear you...."
THWACK!
"Two...." SLACK!
"THREE ... OH GOD...."
And each time the whip came down, Lacy was involuntarily pulled further forward, so that her mouth was yanking on Babs' tits, causing untold torture to take place.
And each time that happened, Lacy replied with her mouth biting on the bit and pulling hard on Babs' tits.
They both started weeping at the same time, as Linda, almost in a trance now, continued to beat the women with the whip, until they were within an inch of their lives.
She was showing them no mercy, continuing to hit them, continuing to make Linda count off.
THWACK!
"OHHH ... FOUR...."
SLACK!
"JESUS ... FIVE ... PLEASE ... NO MORE ... NO...." SMACK!
"OHH ... I CAN'T ... SIX...."
"That's right," Linda said, as finally, she dropped the whip, as she watched the woman writhing below her.
It was an altogether glorious sight.
Now, she dropped to her knees.
She began to work on the women, first on Lacy, whose pussy was dripping and steaming.
"I'm going to eat you clean," she announced, and with that, began to suck and lick the woman's cunt, making sure that she got her tongue up far and deep.
The sting of the whip had had it's effect on Lacy, making her real hot and juicy....
"Oh, Jesus ... I can't ... I can't believe ... what are you ... what are you doing ... to ... me...."
The only response was the continual sucking by Linda, as she insinuated her tongue far up into the pouting pussy, and sucked Lacys' privates until she knew the woman was going to come.
Then she pulled her mouth off and looked into the slaves' eyes.
"You want more...."
"Come on, tell me...."
"Yes ... oh, God, yes...."
"How much more...."
"Make me ... make me come...."
Linda surveyed Lacy's body.
Her chest was completely ripped and scratched by the special roller.
Her mouth was drooling from having to bite down on the bit.
Her skin was all welted from the force of the whip.
And yet, she couldn't keep her legs spread open wide enough, as she kept getting assaulted by her beautiful trainer.
She was falling deeply, totally in love with Linda.
No one, no man surely, had ever been this ... wonderful to her.
Now, she opened her mouth and licked at her own lips.
She knew that would turn Linda on, and it did....
"I'll make you come, all right," Linda said, and with that, she went back to her charge.
Now, she plunged her finger right up the woman's pussy, than another, and then another, until she had three fingers fully up the girl.
Holding her like that, and whipping her cunt into a frenzy, she began to work on her clitoris with her mouth.
She licked and sucked on the button, until she thought she was going to go crazy, herself.
Now, she had Lacy's hips moving of their own accord, as they thrust up and down in the movements of the love act itself.
Her pussy was being worked on merciless by finger and mouth, and sure enough, she wasn't able to hold off any longer.
She spent, in a torrent of creamy juice.
"Yes...." Linda murmured, as she sucked the luscious, precious dew from the woman.
"Give it to me ... give me all you have ... all of it...."
Lacy complied.
When it was finished, she It her head hang down as much as she could.
The only thing keeping it from hanging on to her chest, was the bit in her mouth.
Which was now being removed.
As was the chest roller.
"Thank you," Lacy murmured.
It's all right, darling ... you're being released for a purpose."
Lacy wasn't sure what that purpose could be.
She was soon to find out.
She was reversed once more, and now, on her knees, with her hands still tied in front of her, she was going to have to suck some pussy!
Babs' pussy.
Linda used her fingers to open the woman up. "It's so beautiful," Linda murmured. Lacy agreed.
"Now, let me see you eat pussy," she said, as she gently guided Lacy's mouth to the open, gaping hole.
Lacy lost no time in going down on Babs.
She used her mouth and tongue quite energetically, as she worked them into the woman's cunt.
She kept at it, working it hard, making sure that she licked every last drop.
The effect wasn't lost on Babs.
The woman kept opening and closing her mouth, trying to scream, knowing she couldn't.
She just was loving every second of this.
The whipping had had it's effect on her also.
Now, as she was being brought to the peak of her emotions, she found her face being taken firmly in Linda's hands.
For a good slapping!
Linda began hitting her hard, on the side of her face, with short, stinging slaps.
Babs tried to avoid them, but they were too well placed.
Slap after slap, she was being beaten and eaten at the same time.
She was being slapped silly, and now, she began to look forward to each of them, as Linda's well placed hands kept coming down on her skin, one after the other, until she knew that she wasn't going to be able to take it much longer.
Now, her own drool was coming out of her mouth.
She was being beaten senseless.
And coming at the same time.
Lacy lapped at her flow, making sure she got every last drop of it.
She loved the way it shot down her throat.
She was going out of her mind with it!
Now, as she finally relaxed, she looked back over at Linda, who had finished her facial punishment of Babs.
"Very good, girls. Very good indeed." Lacy smiled at her mistress. Linda clapped her hands and Kane appeared. 'Take them back to their quarters," she told her slave.
He did as he was told.
Lacy longed to be fucked again by Kane, but knew that she wouldn't have that privilege until she earned it.
Now, Linda was alone.
She fixed herself a martini. She was relaxing in the afterglow of her torturing of her new charges.
She really loved giving Babs the slapping.
It would have to be something she did more often.
It was a good way to keep slaves in line.
"Mistress...."
It was Kane.
"Yes...."
"There's a phone call for you...."
She got up and went to take the call.
It was one of her regulars.
Billy, from downtown.
He needed to be irrigated.
No problem, she told him, and pencilled in his appointment.
They all came, sooner or later, to the Torture Pit!
It was more than a digression in a normal life.
It was a way of life itself.
And she was the queen, the princess, the royal head of the family!
Such responsiblities!
Well, she told herself, someone had to do it! So it might as well be her! She was looking forward to the rest of the afternoon!