Chapter 12
Movement was difficult due to the stiffness in all your joints. Then there was
alternating pain sensation between the freshly whipped skin on your backside to
the constant pricking in your breasts under the bra. Bending over to pull her
soft sheets on the bed made your breasts hang down against the bra, reminding
you to bend slowly and carefully. Then you pushed your drawer under the bed and
started out of the room. Walking with the huge rubber thing inside you was not
painful but it made you shuffle along having to feel very full. You caught your
inner muscles trying to grip the thing before you realized it.
In the kitchen the woman sat on a chair waiting for you. She held a whip in her
hand! There were more trays stacked high again on the counter to be washed.
"Come over here and get to work." She said gleefully.
You moved over in between the sink and her to start your chores. When you had
filled one of the two sinks with soapy water you felt the whip strike your pussy
from underneath. It startled you and you reaction closed your legs. The whip
landed on your buttocks and thighs next.
"You will move those legs wider apart so that the whip can be administered
properly." She exclaimed.
With a grimace on your face you moved your feet farther apart until you thought
she would be satisfied. Your underside felt the whip come up and strike you with
a smack. In your mind you flashed the thought, how long could you take this
whipping, or even more before you lashed out in violence.
Both sinks were now filled with water and you began scrubbing pans again, yet
every few seconds you felt the whip strike and you made a guttural moan.
The stack grew smaller quickly as you had decided that whipping might end sooner
if you completed the pans right away. Your fingers began to wrinkle and you
never forgot the punishment bra you wore.
Her hand continued bringing the whip up from under you and terrorizing your now
inflamed skin, she had varied her angle and position even in that tiny space
where the tip of the whip would land and every nerve down there had been
tortured but she kept the strokes coming. Was her hand not tired of flicking you
yet?
When the last pan had ben lifted out of the sink and placed on the wire rack,
you put both hands on the edge of the sink and waited for her to speak. She went
right on whipping without saying a word, probably making a game of you not
knowing when things would end.
"Turn around and face me," She commanded.
"You will now remove that rubber phallus." "Reach down under you and slowly
withdraw it by pulling a little and turning it round and round like a screw."
She taunted.
Your hands went down between your legs and you bent over to look at it. You did
exactly as she had ordered, pulling and turning it until it slid out of you.
When it finally came out there was an audible pop, from suction. You flushed
deeply embarrassed at that intimate sound.
"Your punishment bra can now be taken off, but I caution you that it will cause
just as much pain removing it as wearing it." "Perhaps you would like to leave
it on for the whole day?" She questioned.
You answered her in a matter of fact but soft voice, "May I remove this bra,
please?"
She said she liked your proper servitude response, but that there was one more
thing you had to do before removing it.
"Follow me over to,"She said rising off the chair and going to another part of
the room.
There was a corner of the room that had five foot square area of bare concrete,
and she told you to stand in the center of it.
She said this was the exercise corner and that while she controlled you she also
had to keep you in shape. So there was a routine of exercises the prisoner had
to do.
She said, "Jog in place, til I tell you otherwise."
You fretted at having to perform another wicked workout, since you had disliked
exercise from childhood. You hated getting that sweaty feeling and your stamina
was not near your peers. Still you saw that whip in her hand and bean to lift
your feet up and down. Coincidentally you noticed as you stepped that your
breasts even encased in this tight bra had too much play and bounced up and
down. That caused those tacks to damage your flesh anew. Pain radiated
throughout your breasts once again. One last addition was the nuisance that the
stupid neck collar and chain made. The chain pulled on your neck with every
step, but it could have been heavier and that it was light was a good thing you
supposed
Your heart sped up dramatically and your breathing suffered as you counted
seconds gone past, it was over five minutes and she didn't seem to think of
letting you quit yet.
Longer and longer you had to jog in place, bouncing up and down, feeling your
flabby skin on your tummy and buttocks jiggle as it loosened. Then you heard the
word, "Stop."
You were grateful for that and felt faint when you did stop. Dots appeared
before your eyes and you reached for the wall to steady yourself.
"Get down on your hands and knees." The woman ordered.
You dropped down and waited for the next order.
"Pushup position," She yelled like a foreman barking orders. "Arms back and
buttocks straight, toes on the floor."
You tried ut knew that your arms could only do a few pushups before you'd
collapse.
"Down," She instructed.
You went down on shaking arms and then back up.
She hit your shoulders with the whip and said, "Did I say up yet," then answered
her self rhetorically, "No, I said down only."
You returned yourself in the down position, shaking and waited.
"Up," She said.
You followed her lead and performed as many pushups as you could but at ten your
arms shook so bad that she said, "Stop."
"Rest in the laying down position!" She commanded.
"While you are comfortably laying down, I should explain that you are a
prisoner, and you will be kept a prisoner for a long time." "Your body will be
kept at optimal condition because we don't want to lose our investment." "There
are three major things that we do to prisoners." "Some are outdoor workers, that
we use in labor intensive jobs." "Others are rented out for indoor sporting
activity such as cleaning women or maids at parties, weddings etc." "Still more
are subjected to constant torment, until they behave properly." Right now you
are in none of the groups yet but you'll get a chance in the first week to
experience all three." "Now get on your back and we will continue our exercise
program."
She made you do sit-ups, leg lifting, lifting your arms up only and many more
exercises.
When she told you to stand and go back to your sink you were most exhausted and
glad.
Back at the sink she told you to stand still but bent over at the hips. Her
hands unbuckled the bra behind you and when she let it loose your heavy breasts
fell down with it. The bra dropped to the floor below you but those rubber cones
with the hideous tacks stuck to your breasts!
She commanded you to remove them carefully. You were surprised at how hard they
were to pull off, trying to take the skin with them. Those tacks were standard
office board with the silver tips but they had penetrated your skin completely.
You agnized at removing them knowing that every tack pulled out of your skin
meant pain. The last tack to be removed from your first breast was the one
centered into your nipple. It actually held your nipple painfully and when it
came off you cried out. The second breast was exactly the same amount of pain
and you held those cones when you were done.
The woman said to stand upright and give her those cones. When you did so there
were a lot of tiny red dots covering each breast. The woman said that they would
need to be washed so you didn't get infected.
She told you to unplug the sinks. Then you both stood and waited as they
emptied.
While they emptied she looked so closely at your breasts that you felt very self
conscious about it.
When the sinks had emptied she commanded you to rinse them out and then fill one
with hot and one with cold water. Again you both waited for them to fill fully.
The woman left for a moment and when she returned she had in her hand a large
container with white crystals in it. When the sinks were full she emptied half
the crystals into one each sink. Then she got spoon as long as your arm and
stirred each sink.
"You are to lean over each sink and immerse your breasts up to your chest in the
water." Stay there until I tell you to remove them!" She ordered.
She pushed you over so that your breasts entered the cold water first.
You were shocked at how cold it was, it was numbing cold! But it didn't numb
them until you had felt the iciness! The water surrounded your breasts. Then she
grabbed your hair and pulled you out of it and made you bend over into the hot
water! Once more you felt the shock on your skin. It was pure torture! So hot
you felt it burned the skin! Those tiny holes from the tacks came alive all at
the same time! Suddenly the hand in your hair pulled again and the cold bath
covered your hanging flesh! You moaned in pain but those sounds went unheaded.
Back and forth you were shoved until you felt dizzy.
The woman stood you up and looked at your breasts again. She felt them with her
hands and pinched to see if you would bleed more, but the water must have
stopped all of it because even your nipple didn't shed a drop!
The woman said she was going to get your food, and more pans for you to wash.
"Empty the sinks and refill them with wash and rinse water," she said, as she
started up the steps.
You sat on the chair and cried, emotionally and physically you were spent. There
was no way you could continue this treatment for years, much less months. You
had to escape or buy yourself freedom. As you sat your tears dripped down your
cheeks and you tried to figure a way out of here.
