Chapter 2: More Hard Training
Tammi awoke the next morning feeling unbelievably sore and with her breasts and stomach aching and burning badly. She felt the comforting warmth of a body spooned against her back and nestled into it in sleepy abandon. Suddenly, the awareness of two warmer points of pressure against her shoulder blades gave rise to the uncomfortable knowledge that it was a female body spooning behind her.
With this awareness, the horrid memories of her beating, the ensuing care by the two female slaves, and here sexual activities with her nemesis, Jack Singer, came into vibrant focus. She jerked forward with a quick start and rolled from beneath the light silk comforter and landed heavily on her right hip on the carpeted floor. She scrambled to her feet and looked to see just who she had been sleeping with. She was somewhat mollified at the presence of the more attentive young slave who had slathered her burning tortured skin with the soothing balm the day before. The younger woman was smiling patiently and sweetly at Tammi. She had said her name was Marie.
"Good morning, Tammi," the girl said in her soft voice, "I'm glad you slept well after your first beating yesterday. Many women do not."
"You talk like there are a lot of women brought here and tortured and raped," Tammi said stiffly.
"There are always women here being broken and trained. You make the third right now. The other two are Mistress Jackie's newest slaves," the slave said.
"Who the hell is Jackie?" Tammi asked.
"Mistress Jackie is Master Jack's daughter. They both have many slaves, both men and women, serving them," Marie answered once again. "Mistress Jackie loves to get married couples or siblings as her slaves and break them totally. She can be very vicious in her pursuit of sadistic pleasures."
Tammi's heart jumped in fear at the thought of her daughter being Mistress Jackie's pair of slaves. "What do these slaves of Mistress Jackie's look like," she asked.
"They are two sisters near 30 years old. They are medium height, slim with shoulder length brown hair and brown eyes" Marie answered.
Tammi sat down on the edge of the bed in relief. Her daughters looked like her, tall, slim, with reddish brown hair and green eyes. They were also 18 and 20 years old.
"You are worried about someone being brought here?" Marie asked in concern.
"Yes. I have two daughters near 20 who Jack promised would be left unharmed until I serve out my indenture in ten years."
Marie smiled and said, "They are not here." Her face became placid and unreadable in a moment as if she were in deep thought.
"What's on your mind?" Tammi asked.
"You need to prepare for your beating today. Master Jack will be here at ten to take you to his garden of torture and whip your back and ass."
"After the sex party he had with me last night, I thought he'd stop hurting me. Why is he going to whip me again?" Tammy asked with tears welling in her eyes.
"Do you not remember how easily he warmed you up and how aroused you became? Do you always orgasm nine times with many more small orgasms mixed in?" Marie queried.
"I didn't think about it that way," Tammi said. "No, I don't. My body was the most out of control it's ever been. I've never come as hard or as many times as I did last night." Another memory flooded into her mind with clarity, "And you, um, did oral sex on me and it was wonderful."
"Your arousal was the result of the balm he had me put on your marks before he came in last night. The balm affects the nerves in your skin. It somehow decreases the intensity of the pain sensors and stimulates the pleasure sensors at the same time. It only works when the skin has been whipped and beaten. He whips any of his slaves he wishes to have sex with. That, in conjuncture with the balm, ensures they will be extremely hot and will serve and service him very extraordinarily well."
"The whipping and balm can also be used as a punishment. He can get a woman painfully aroused and leave her unfulfilled yet sexually active. The desire to get fucked and the denial of that pleasure can torment a woman very badly."
Tammi thought back to last night and remembered how torturous denial of her orgasms last night would have been to her mind and body.
"What do you have to do to get me ready?" Tammi asked hesitantly.
"I must clean out your bowels with three enemas, bathe you in hot water with four different mineral salts dissolved in the water, and give you a massage using three different oils. Your skin will be soft, sensitive, and very tender for the strap when Master Rick hangs you from his whipping frame."
The preparation for her coming ordeal took two hours and was highly arousing and, except for the enemas, more than a little enjoyable. Master Rick arrived and inspected Tammi very carefully and nodded in approval to the slave who smiled in relief. He turned and walked out of the room without a word and Marie took one of Tammi's hands and gently tugged until Tammi walked with her from the room.
The walk to the torture garden as Marie had called it was truly lovely. The winding path was covered with soft crushed peanut shells and its entire length was bordered by lush tropical plants with large wide green leaves. The path ended and Marie led her into a circle of grass and sand around 40 feet in diameter. The entire circle was shaded by tall palm trees and shorter banana trees. Interspersed among the shading trees were two tables, two X frames, several low and somewhat wide benches and two pull-up bars. Tammi discovered almost immediately the pull-up bars were in reality the whipping frames Marie had told her about.
Marie and a large male slave hung Tammi from one of the bars by her wrists with her feet inches above the sand beneath the bar. Her feet were secured to cuffs and pulled so widely apart that she groaned and nearly screamed as the ropes bound to the cuffs were secured to rings in the whipping frame. She hanged there sobbing gently for nearly 30 minutes before Rick came strolling into the circle. To Tammi's shock and horror she recognized the three men with Rick. Billy Wilson, Jimmy Johnson, and Sam Martin were all employees of her and Ken's old company. They worked for her! Or at least they had worked for her until Rick bought the company from her and her husband. Her husband used to tease her with stories about how these three men secretly sought ways to get into her panties. And now, she didn't even have any on.
"Will she react like the others have?" Bill asked Rick.
"Exactly like them," Rick chuckled. "After she is whipped and Marie bathes her and rubs the medicine into her wounds she will crawl up to you and beg you for your cock in any hole you want to stick it into."
"I've wanted to do that for years," Jimmy said leering at Tammi's naked spread body hanging in front of him. He walked up to her and began running his hands up and down her sides and over her gorgeous breasts taking time to dawdle at her nipples and pinch, pull, and twist them into rigid attention.