This story is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents either are products of the author's imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events or locales or persons, living or dead is entirely coincidental.
The Torture Room part 2
monica knew how much punishment she could take, but the look in her Mistresses eyes scared her. She let out the usual grunts expected from a slave being whipped by a belt, but her mind kept returning to the look in her Mistresses eyes. Slowly she felt her ass begin to warm. the pain before the pleasure.
Her Mistress totally ignored her, and went over to a coffee machine, sat down, and began to drink a coffee. monica looked on in dismay. If her Mistress was going to treat her as nothing more than a job, oh shit. monica shivered. Looking around, monica realized just how much torment she might be subjected to, and cried. Totally inside, not daring to show weakness.
As her Mistress slowly looked her over, monica realized a very simple fact. Her Mistress would not stop until she, monica, was completely broken. Dreading the pain coming, but willing herself to stand firm, monica readied herself for pain, for major torture. But she knew, she KNEW if she could just hold out. Quivering, monica readied herself.
Kira just walked around the slave. The belt lashing out, striking her ass, her ribs, tits, and a few times an especially hard lash between her legs. monica would see a small smile on her Mistresses face each time she jumped. Kira would stop for a minute to grab her by the hair, almost yanking it out to force her head to the side so she could kiss her. Then she would stand back, and whip her tits especially hard, carefully making sure to strike her nipples each time.
After another 10 minutes of this monica's body was turning a delightful red all over, from her shoulders down to her ankles. Not one spot had been left alone. Kira noticed monica was hanging a bit limp, so she took her down for a short rest. Kira went and sat at the table, pouring herself another coffee and looking at her slave lying on the floor. Kira listened to the slow gasps as monica recovered and smiled once more. Feeling the effects of the coffee, Kira went over to monica, and started kicking her hard in the ribs until she was on her back. Then just saying the one word needed, "toilet", Kira stripped completely, squatted over her slaves mouth and began pissing. When her bladder was once again empty, she waited for monica to finish cleaning her pussy of any leftover piss and stood up.
Get Up Kira ordered, and kicked monica in the ribs. Kira went over to the table, turned around looking at the various hanging bracelets and frames scattered around the room. Choosing a simple table with appropriate shackles, she ordered monica onto it face down and secured her firmly in place.
Taking up a nice light effective whip, Kira began to strike monica's ass. She set up a nice regular rhythm and made each stoke a bit harder then the last one. Soon monica was squirming, so Kira just beat her ass even harder with the whip. While whipping monica's ass, Kira could feel herself getting wet watching how she turned monica's ass from white to red in moments. Kira stopped for a moment to catch her breath, then changed whips to a heavier more painful one.
Raising her arm, Kira let her hardest blow go, the whip cracking into monica's bruised ass making a sound like a pistol shot. monica screamed which excited Kira so much she began beating monica all the more, moving from her ass, down her legs, and across her back. With each strike monica would scream, and the screaming seemed to never stop, Kira was whipping her so fast and hard. Kira slowed the strokes when she noticed monica was bleeding from her back and ass. Nothing too severe of course, Kira knew what she was doing. She walked to the front of the table, grabbed monica's hair and yanked her up for another deep kiss, then licked her face clean of the tears. Still holding her up by the hair, Kira spit in her face, then slammed her face down onto the table.
Walking around the table slowly running her hand over monica's slutty body, Kira paused by monica's ass. Looking happily at her work so far, Kira was pleased. monica's body looked like a map, bloody red lines criss-crossed her from her neck down to her ankles, and she was still crying. Kira laughed again as another idea occurred to her. Can't have my slave getting an infection she said, and went to the other table fetching a bowl and washcloth. Making sure the washcloth was nice and wet, then looking carefully at monica's face, noticing the look of thanks on her face, Kira started to wipe monica's ass. monica jumped as high as she could, the loudest scream yet breaking from her lips. Kira just kept washing her, her ass, legs and finally her back. When she was done, she stood in front of monica's face until the screaming finally stopped, her body still racked by her sobbing, tears running like a small river down her face. Kira just waited until even the sobbing stopped a few minutes later. Gently placing her hand under monica's jaw, and raising her face so she would be able to see monica's reaction, Kira quietly explained. I used pure vinegar to wash your wounds. It will clean them completely, and I really wanted to find out how loud you can scream, it was quite nice.
monica's eyes grew as large as they possibly could, and then some. She realized that this woman really could be so cruel there really was no word for it except sadist. Then comprehension hit her again. She realized this was nothing compared to whatever Kira had planned next. monica started to cry as she realized that she would break eventually. She was just thankful it was her Mistress Kira that was doing the breaking, and break her she would.