Diane
9. Slave Training: Day Eight
"So you can stand barefoot today. What good is that, we need you in heels and
you keep falling down. Well, if you need to stay off your feet longer, we'll
accommodate you". Diane was standing naked with her wrists fastened together
before her in padded leather cuffs. The mistress hooked a chain to the ring
between the cuffs, then threw a switch and raised Diane's hands above her head.
"Now are you sure your feet still hurt ?" "Yes, mistress". Another moment and
Diane was on tiptoes. "Now, you want to admit to faking this problem ?" "No,
mistress. Please just LOOK at my feet, they're still so swollen". "Have it
your way", the mistress smirked. Diane was lifted off her feet and hung by her
wrists. The mistress took her by the hips and turned her about, admiring the
extensive network of stripes across Diane's back and buttocks and the smaller
but still quite painful looking pattern on her chest. "It looks like you've had
a fair introduction to the buggy whip. It's one of many whips that will be used
on you. Most of the whips used, like most of the canes and crops and floggers
and straps, will redden your skin or leave welts, but usually will not cut your
skin. The knouts and bullwhips and some cats will cut you. Unfortunately, I
can't demonstrate the feeling of having your flesh flayed by the whip, since
they want you displayed at the gathering. If you don't impress the Association,
I may just get the pleasure of whipping you into little pieces, which I would
REALLY enjoy. For now I'll have to satisfy myself by introducing you to less
bloody toys". "The buggy whip you know. The horse whip is pretty similar" "OW
!" "Don't you agree ? Of course you need a better sample to make a fair
comparison". "UHH AH AAH OOW AOOW EHH EEYY AHGG EE OOOW IIII IIIEEEYY !"
"Pretty similar, eh ?" "huh-huh-Yes, mistress, very similar". "Even on the
breasts ?" "IEEEE - yes mistress, yes !" "Well, then, we don't need to work
more on that one. We'll go to some of the cats. Not the cutting ones, not
today, but there's a few that won't break your skin that you'll just love".
Nine strips of leather flew to a collision with Diane's belly, and she shouted
and jerked her legs up. Then they came slashing up from below and caught the
back of Diane's raised legs. This went on for ten more strokes, with Diane's
body involuntarily moving to defend the last part struck, exposing a new target
in the process. Diane was spinning and jumping in her bonds as she screamed and
cried. "You dance on air very nicely. But I need you dancing on the ground and
you're going to wish you were ! Let's try another cat, this one, the knots
leave such nice bruises". The whip searched out the few stretches of unmarked
white skin that were still available. In her agony, Diane's discipline broke
down and she tried to evade the whip, swinging herself about in a fruitless
effort. The mistress was laughing as she used Diane's own momentum to make the
whip crash even harder into her soft flesh. "Oh, bitch, haven't you learned yet
that it always hurts more when you resist ! What am I going to do with you !
I'm going to whip you some more, that's what I'm going to do !", the mistress
shouted through her laughter, as the whip kept finding the vulnerable skin of
the screaming, sobbing woman dangling from the chain, until at last, mercifully,
Diane hung with her head back, mouth open, unconscious.
Diane awoke face down on the hard floor of the dungeon. She'd been unhooked
from the chain, and a hobble placed on her ankles. Damn, she thought, my chest
hurts, and forced herself over on her back. That hurt worse. She tried laying
on her side, that hurt. Her feet still hurt, and she wasn't sure she could stand
up anyway; the thought on falling on her burning buns was quite scary. One of
the least damaged parts was her legs between the ankles and knees, so she knelt,
but her thighs and butt were too sore to rest on her haunch, so she had to raise
up on her knees. Her weight on her bare knees on the hard floor also hurt, but
it was the least painful position she could find. Even without the added effect
of her weight pressing them, the stripes crisscrossing her abdomen and buttocks
and thighs hurt terribly. All her muscles ached, her feet throbbed, her anus and
vagina were unbelievably sore. I can't endure any more of this, she thought,
there must be a way out of this nightmare. She looked down at her wrists. The
leather restraints had some heavy metal buckles on them. If I could get a shot
at the bitch, I could bash her head, Diane thought, even if she is bigger and
stronger than me, and for a moment the pain receded as Diane had a reverie of
the mistress on the floor with Diane pounding her skull into mush. Then, she
thought, get the keys to the restraints and the remote. The remote will open
the doors to the dungeon. How many codes can there be, she thought excitedly.
But what if the wrong codes trigger an alarm ? If I do get out of this room,
how do I get out of the estate ? I don't know the way out, and there were all
those doors on the way in. Even if I get out, who will believe my story ? By
the time I can convince anybody that this can possibly be happening they'll have
removed the evidence and surely have killed mom and the boys. "Oh, damn,
DAAMN", she said through trembling lips as the tears welled up. "How can this
be happening to me ! - uhhh - Why me ! -sfff - What do I do to deserve this
-ahggh". What could anyone ever do to deserve this, she thought, I wish they'd
killed me in Mom's house, I want to be dead, but now I don't dare die, I can't
even die, she thought, as the racking sobs overcame her and she fell over hard
onto her burning buttocks. "Oh, fuck..."
When the mistress returned Diane had recovered her position and her composure.
"I'd thought I'd show you some of the whips we won't be using on you before the
meeting", the mistress said. "These are bullwhips. Here's my favorite: 25 feet
of leather plus a 3 foot thong on the end. It takes plenty of space to swing it
in, but I could cut your tits off with this. The other one isn't quite as
deadly, but it could carve you up pretty good. And this cat o'nine tails with
steel hooks in the tails will rip you to shreds; I especially love what it does
to a woman's breasts or a man's balls. One more demonstration". The mistress
hooked Diane's ankle restraints to the hanging chain and had her pulled off the
floor, then slipped a collar around Diane's neck and attached her wrist
restraints to the collar. "Now our demo", the mistress said. Diane looked at
the deadly whips on the floor and then looked up in terror at the mistress. "Oh,
I won't butcher you today, slave, though I admit I'm looking forward to the day
when they realize you're not worth the pittance we spend to feed you and put you
to some good use, like having your skin flayed or being tied to a bondage wheel
and getting your major bones broken. Medieval executioners used iron clubs and
delivered forty blows; all but the last broke bone, the last was over the heart
and killed the subject. They thought it was skillful to have the victim live to
the fortieth blow. HAH ! Here, slave, no one ever dies before sixty". She
grabbed Diane's head and ran her hands through Diane's hair. "Oh, I'd have so
much fun cracking your delicate little bones, slave. But that's for another
day. Right know I'm going to spin you with the bullwhip; pity your hair isn't
longer, long hair flying from a spinning slave's head is such a nice effect".
The mistress took the bullwhip without the thong and moved to about twenty feet
from Diane. "How do you like inverted suspension, slave ? Sort of feels like
your world's turned upside down, eh ?", she said as she warmed up, cracking the
whip close by Diane's suspended form, making Diane jerk from the sound alone.
She stepped a few feet closer, and wrapped the whip around Diane's waist; it
hurt but didn't break the skin. Then the mistress pulled hard on the whip and
yanked it out of it's tight embrace of Diane's midsection, causing Diane to spin
clockwise three times fast, then as her momentum abated to spin counter
clockwise until she was back to the original position, but she didn't stay
there, for even as the chain was unwinding, the whip was in the air again,
embracing Diane just below the breasts then setting her spinning again. The
third time was the worst, the sharp leather encircling Diane's breasts so
tightly that she thought they would split before Diane's world was set to
whirling again. The whip caught her around the hips and bit into her buttocks,
the bite even worse as it pulled away, then encircled her about the ribs and dug
in so well that Diane was sure her ribs would crack before it released them.
After the fifth time the mistress put away the whip. It was a long time before
Diane was sure she'd stopped spinning.
"I think I'll leave you like this, slave", the mistress said. It'll keep those
feet off the ground - and elevated - and it will help you see things from a new
perspective. For example, 'why you' becomes 'why not you'". Diane looked at
her in surprise. "What, slave, you got so emotional that you forgot about the
microphones ? Do you imagine that a slave ever has a moments privacy ? Well,
you don't have any privacy and you never will. You're monitored continually, so
we know about your pitiful little crying jag. So, 'why you', 'what have you
done to deserve' this ? Why not you ? Are you special ? Should some less
wonderful person than you be here now ? What did you ever do that you shouldn't
be here ? Don't delude yourself that you have any value to the world, it's
doing just fine without you and will continue to do so. The fact you're not out
there doing the petty little things you used to do hasn't effected anyone.
NOBODY CARES that you're gone, you stupid bitch, it doesn't matter in the least.
YOU didn't matter out there. Well, HERE you matter; look at all the people and
equipment and the facilities assembled just to use and abuse you. There's a
group of people who will be gathering from all over the world, some of them very
important people, people who DO matter, who are coming here in part to check you
out and play with you. That's a lot more significant than supervising some
paper pushers and raising a trio of brats. You're a lot more special now that
we've got your tush and tits and twat in here than you ever were out there. Oh,
you'd have lived longer if you hadn't been brought here, but, hey, did you think
you were gonna live forever ? Now you don't have to worry living out your
boring life and getting old, you're going to live fast, die young, and leave -
well, you won't leave any kind of corpse, and when we destroy your body it won't
be pretty, but it's the first part that matters".
The mistress gathered the whips to be returned to their hooks, then turned to
Diane and said, "I hope our little talk makes you feel better, slave".
DIANE, Part 7 by SD
