Diane
12. Punishment becomes Electra
The rack creaked another notch tighter, stretching the woman as far as she would
stretch before something snapped or tore. At a signal from the master, the
redhead, mistress Sadie, began laying into the victim with a short thick whip.
She worked without haste, occasionally cracking the whip near the blindfolded
woman's head just to see her flinch, savoring the way her subject repeatedly and
vainly tested restraints no human being could break. She covered her subject's
back and buttocks and thighs with wide bright welts and Sadie herself was
becoming as hot as those welts seemed as her victim grimaced, biting back the
screams, her blonde head beating on the headrest, which was padded but still not
soft and was now lubricated with the tears and drool of the subject, whose
strength and pride at last failed her and she screamed: "MERCY MASTER, PLEASE,
I'M SO SORRY, I WON'T FAIL YOU AGAIN !". At this he raised a hand and Sadie
reluctantly halted her assault. "Remove her blindfold, and then you can leave
us now", he said. "Are you sure, Master ?", Sadie asked, the disappointment as
obvious in her voice as was the frustration in her face, and as was her lust was
on her burning bosom and the rigid nipples bare above her leather corset. "Yes,
I'm sure. You can take one of the victims and finish up on them; Miss Knapp,
perhaps". "But, sir, she's pretty far gone, couldn't I take a fresher one ?"
"Don't be greedy, Sadie. If Knapp's so far gone it won't matter what you do
with her, will it ?". "No, sir", Sadie said, her face brightening. She turned
sharply and strode rapidly out of the room. The master repressed a smile as he
heard her break into a trot as she reached the hall and headed for her next
victim.
"I'm very glad, Electra, that none of our captives see these scenes. We demand
such discipline and obedience from them and display so little ourselves".
Mistress Electra lifted her weary head from the slick headrest and smiled
weakly. "But Master, that's the joy of taking slaves, you can submit them to
disciplines no one would ever consent to". "True. But YOU, mistress, had
better start adhering to some discipline. The next gathering of the
association, at which I planned to show Mrs. Scott, is fast approaching, and I
find that she is too badly damaged to train today, which is not so terrible, but
I also learn that she not been trained to dance in 6" heels, and her feet are
so badly battered she can barely stand and we have no idea when we will be able
to train her in high heels. And why is this ? Because you indulged your foot
fetish. WHY ? If you needed to punish her an audio line of her kids crying
would have been sufficient. That's why we're feeding the little brats". "I'm
sorry, Master, I've never liked hurting the children". "A silly weakness,
mistress, but one we've accommodated. As you know very well, there are edited
tapes of the brats screaming when they heard their mother was dead, with
overlaid voices and some ominous metallic sounds, that would convince her they
were being torn apart. We go to the trouble to make these tapes to accommodate
you soft mistresses, and you don't use them. That excuse won't work". The
master pushed a button and the rack tightened a notch. "Try another". "AHH -
She needed to develop her pain tolerance - OWW". "True, she did, and you've
done quite well with her in that regard. But there's lots of ways you could have
done that; if you'd beat her flat little ass till it swelled it might have been
an improvement. And even if that explained one bastinado session, it doesn't
explain a second when her feet were already damaged. Lasting damage is an
acceptable result of play, but not of training". He tapped the button again.
"ARRGH AHH AHH - yes Master, I'm sorry, she - AHHH - has such pretty feet, I
wanted to play with them - OH - I'm sorry Master". He tapped another button
three times and the rack loosened. "We must be honest here, Mistress. Our
association is based on honesty, on a recognition that the world is split into
predators and prey, and that what makes humans unique among animals is that we
can choose which we will be, and we have chosen to be predators. We seize the
weak and solitary when and where we wish, we cooperatively stalk the strong, we
lure the social from their herds and pull them down. We do whatever our minds
can conceive of doing, unrestrained by the rules others would impose upon us.
This freedom, this power, and the joy it brings, all derives from one thing - a
willingness to look honestly at the world and recognize the truth. For this
association dishonesty is the only sin". "Yes, master, I'm very sorry, forgive
me please", Mistress Electra begged. The master thought a moment, then smiled
warmly at her. "No", he said. He pushed a switch and the rack's engine revved
up and the wheels began to turn at full power. "OH GOD NO MASTER, PLEASE NO -
AAHHH - OOHH - EEEEIIIYY", Mistress Electra screamed as all her ligaments
stretched and tore and the tall woman started to grow, "AAAAAAA - ". As her
joints broke, Electra passed out, so she was spared the awareness of having her
arms ripped from her shoulders. How disappointing, the master thought; she
never was tough enough. The world was full of people who wanted to work full
time training slaves and torturing victims, but it was still so hard to find
good help.
Mistress Electra awoke the next day to find herself on a hook that passed
through her left side and came up thru her right; her shoulders had been
cauterized, her arms hung in a dungeon to terrify a new acquisition. She had
made previous mistakes, so when the staff saw the hook hanging in the
soundproof, glass walled room off the staff lounge no one was surprised. The
staff played with her for a couple days; she kicked some, so they broke her
legs. She became lethargic and boring, so they ignored her. In a few days some
visiting guests had a bet concerning how long it would take a hungry rat to
strip the skin from someone's face. Some of the Association's physician members
were able to recommend a combination of drugs that would bring the still living
Electra briefly to full consciousness. The bet was settled and cheerfully paid.
Mistress Electra did not survive the test.
DIANE, Part 8 by SD
