Chapter 14: Branded
When they woke the next morning, they were all in a frenzy of preparation. The
slaves were sent with the maids for a thorough cleaning before donning their
pony gear. The men made sure Joe knew that there would be a branding ceremony
that night to highlight the party.
John and Jack went to the study and opened the wall safe, which held a special
wooden boxes, which contained the branding irons they had made while the girls
were training at V's last month. They both knew by that time, that this was the
inevitable outcome for their slaves. They reasoned that once they wore their
brands the slaves' would have an indelible reminder of their permanent
submission to them.
The brands were designed with large script style Js, and a lower case L in one
and a D in the other, nestled in the middle of their Master's initial. Simple
yet elegant marks designed to proclaim the ownership of their slaves. Tonight
they would be heated white hot and burned into the mons of their slaves. The
two proud Master's inspected and then returned the irons to their cases.
By lunchtime, all was packed and ready, as the now fully rigged slaves met their
Master's in the study. A light lunch was waiting for them, and they were forced
to stand and be hand-fed as their pony girl attire afforded them no freedom.
Both slaves thoroughly enjoyed taking small morsels from their Master's fingers,
and licking them clean.
Once fed, they were led to the garage by leashes attached to their chained and
ball-stuffed pussies. There they were shocked to see a horse trailer attached
to a large SUV. They were led to the back of the trailer, and up the ramp that
came down from the rear, just as a horse would be loaded. The men walked them
into the trailer, and securely rigged them side by side, so when they were done
the slaves stood at attention unable to move.
They raised the ramp, and left the imprisoned slaves in the trailer for an hour
before leaving for Joe's ranch. It seemed appropriate that the party was at
Joe's with his large log house, with the massive fireplace in the main room used
for the party. The hour-long drive was uneventful for the slaves riding in the
trailer, until they reached the unpaved private road leading to Joe's house.
The were jostled severely as Jack made sure to hit every bump in the road, and
John played with the remote alternately vibrating and shocking their stuffed
nether holes.
When they finally pulled up to the house the slaves were relieved that the
motion and bumping around finally ceased. The relief was short-lived as the
twins appeared to remove them from the trailer, releasing the bindings that held
them fast. Their leashes jerked them as they were led into the house. The twins
nearly dragged them along as they harshly tugged on their clitoral rings. Once
inside they were led to the main room, where they saw what was prepared for
them.
In front of the large stone fireplace, which had a fire pit twelve feet wide and
six feet high currently filled with large logs not yet burning, stood two metal
frames. They were eight foot square and had many metal rings around the
perimeter, and stood eight feet from the open hearth's mouth. They were each
marched to a separate frame, and the twins went to work.
First links and metal chains were attached to rings on the back of their
corsets, and they were drawn up and attached to the upper cross-members of the
frames. Then their ankles were linked and stretched to the bottom corners by
more chain; their corsets carried most of the weight. Their arms, still
trapped in their arm sheaths behind their backs, were attached by yet another
chain, and locked to the floor behind them, leaving them unable to move at all.
They were left there to stare at the giant fireplace that seemed much too close,
should it be lit. Since they did not know today was their branding day, this
was set up to build their apprehension of fire and heat, and it was working as
both slaves had thoughts of roasting here in front of a fire. They were left
there for over an hour as guests began to arrive.
Once the twins were done, the went to the kitchen to finish prepping dinner for
the group, as Mistress V again brought her maids with her catering the meal.
This time V had Terri and Elisha brought as part of the entertainment, since she
had decided to train them in tandem as Lisa and Daphne were trained. They were
also denied the right to join in on dinner, as both were brought into the room
and bound behind Lisa and Daphne, out of their view.
The blonde and redhead were attached back to back with a two-inch wide metal
pole between them. Their wrists were locked high above their heads, and their
torsos firmly strapped together with three straps from their chests to their
waists. A small metal rod was inserted through a hole in the upright pole, just
below their pussies, which extended a foot out on either side once in place.
Their ankles were locked together on either side, and a chain was attached and
their legs were lifted out to the sides until their feet left the floor. Once
the feet cleared the floor, their weight caused them, though tightly strapped,
to sink onto the small rod below their pussies. This increased the tension on
their arms, and caused them multiple levels of torment all at once, and an
inability to move at all.
The four slaves were left to suffer as the other guests enjoyed their dinner.
When dinner was over, all the guests arrived in the room for that night's pain
party. The guests milled around the bound slaves and toyed with them for a
while, as the twins started the fire in the hearth. Daphne and Lisa felt the
heat build as the flames licked the wood and danced higher in the fireplace, and
squirmed as best they could as the sweat broke out all over them.
Terri and Elisha were suffering from being thrashed by several guests, including
Jack and John. While on the far side of the room Mistress V was hanging the
twins by their ankles for a solid pussy whipping. Once the twins were hung,
back to back, and inverted with their legs spread, Mistress began flogging their
ringed cunts. Eventually every Dom was torturing at least one slave, as Lisa
and Daphne continued to roast by the fire. Their thoughts were scattered as the
heat enveloped them, though they were conditioned to suffer, this brought
neither pain nor pleasure. They could hear the moans and screams around them,
and all they did was hang there sweating.
After several hours of intense play behind them, they were jostled back to
reality as they felt the frames moving. The chain holding their arms down was
removed, and they were turned to face away from the fireplace. In front of them
they saw a large metal cauldron filled with red-hot coals, and their Masters
each holding an iron in their hands. Each iron was held up to the slave's
faces, so they could see the design of the brand, and a mixture of thrill and
fear ran down their spines. Jack and John thrust the irons deep into the coals,
and turned to face their slaves.
"It will take an hour to properly heat the branding irons," said John, "until
they are ready you may watch the prelude to your grand finale." As he stepped
away, the slaves saw the twins, Terri, and Elisha in front of them. They were
all hanging by their wrists up on their toes, facing each other in a circle.
Their ankles were attached to each others', as well as having spreader bars
between them, forcing their legs wide apart. All were wearing belts around
their waists, and an X shaped bar was attached at each end to the middle of the
belts, keeping them equally spread apart.
After drinking in this sight, they were shocked to see them rise off the floor
and start to slowly rotate, as their manacled wrists were hoisted upward. It
was then that Joe, Mistress V, Jack, and John took up stations around the
dangling foursome, and began whipping them as they spun slowly around. As each
slave rotated past a whip, they were attacked, so they got four strokes on each
revolution. The four were thoroughly lashed as they spun slowly around, for
what seemed like an eternity, as their backs and asses got progressively red and
well striped.
Eventually they stopped whipping them, and lowered them back to their feet, but
they weren't done with them, as the Doms produced four large dildos mounted on
four-foot long rods. They proceeded to sodomize the bound women simultaneously,
ramming the dildos in and out of their asses with viscous delight. After the
tormentors seemed to get their fill of drilling the slaves asses' unmercifully,
they all knelt down poles still in hand. Lisa and Daphne watched as they used
the pole-mounted dildos to literally lift the slaves off their feet, causing all
four to scream in agony and struggle to lift themselves up with their bound
wrists. They saw them mount each pole to the floor somehow, because as they
stood up the poles were now fixed as the mounted slaves struggled in pain, as
their feet could not reach the floor.
In a small act of mercy, the chains holding their struggling wrists rose again,
then stopped only when their weight was carried by their arms. They were left
like that as the foursome approached Lisa and Daphne, who immediately began to
worry about their dilemma. Jack and John pulled the branding irons out of the
coals, and the ends were glowing a bright yellow. They shoved them back in and
approached their slaves.
They worked quickly now, stretching their already spread legs even farther apart
until their toes barely touched the floor at the corners of the frame. The
chains supporting their corsets were tightened more, and their arm binders were
pulled down again and locked to the floor. There was no room for movement at
all, as their backs now arched, prominently displaying their pubic mounds. To
completely lock them in place, the belts and butt plugs were removed, and large
plugs mounted to heavy bases on a pole were shoved up their asses. Once locked
in place they were fully fixed and ready for branding.
John turned to the group, who had gathered round the scene that was developing,
with the exception of the four slaves still mounted and dangling in the middle
of the room.
"My friends, Jack and I appreciate your presence at the branding of our slaves.
Each will have a distinctive design burned into her pubic mound, marking their
flesh permanently with our marks. They will not be gagged or anesthetized in
any way, so be prepared for blood curdling screams, as it will be music to our
ears." As John finished speaking to the group, he and Jack turned back towards
their slaves.
John spoke to Lisa, saying, "It is time to receive my brand slave, are you
prepared?"
"Yes Master, thank You Master," was all she said as she tried to screw her
courage up, as she was truly terrified.
Jack then said, "Daphne, are you prepared to wear my mark in your skin?"
"Yes Master, please mark this slut as yours," she said, not quite as terror
stricken as her sub sister, but afraid nonetheless.
John then spoke again, " You will be branded simultaneously, so neither has to
watch their sister suffer."
"Thank You Master," both slaves said in unison, glad that they wouldn't have to
watch and anticipate the pain first.
Jack and John took up positions in front of their slaves, and removed the
branding irons from the coals again, tapping them on the side of the fire pit to
free anything that may have stuck to them. They turned, and the group gathered
around to watch, as each man lined up the brands two inches above the slaves'
pussy slits. They could feel the intense heat as it was only inches from their
flesh, and each closed their eyes praying for strength. In unison the men
pressed the brands onto their slaves' flesh, and held it there for five seconds,
as the sizzle and smell of burning flesh filled their nostrils. The girls went
rigid and screamed after the initial icy feeling of the branding iron turned
into a burning agony, and their bladders involuntarily released as piss
splattered below them. As they removed the irons, the pain had become too
intense and both girls fainted in their bonds.
When Lisa awoke, she was staring up at her Master, and realized she was unbound
and lying on a soft bed. Her crotch had a burning sensation, but it wasn't too
bad, as she had been treated and bandaged for it to heal properly. She smiled
for John, and said, "Thank you Master, is Daphne alright?"
"Yes pet, she is being tended by Jack, both of you did well tonight, and your
brands will be beautiful once they heal. I am proud to own such a fine slave as
you Lisa, you were worth the wait. Now rest a while, soon we will go home."
Epilogue
The men took their slaves home the next day, and their life as full time
sex-slaves began in earnest. The foursome had many erotic and kinky adventures
in the coming years, the girls were continually trained and used by the men,
always seeking kinkier and more degrading ways to use them. They were trained
as pony-girls, human toilets, and extremely versatile sex toys, and the deeper
they descended into submission, the happier they were.
