Candice In Suburbia Ch 07

"Doctor Madison."

I raised my eyebrows in confusion. "What?"

"Doctor Claire Madison," Anna explained cheerfully. "She opened her medical practice just six weeks ago. She's going to be your new doctor."

I was still confused, and I told her so. "Mistress, I don't need a doctor. I never get sick."

"Ah, but you can get injured. And Doctor Madison specializes in the sorts of injuries that are commonly inflicted on sex slaves."

"The sorts of injuries that are commonly inflicted on sex slaves?" I asked. "What does that even mean?"

"Oh, you know," my mistress replied. "Welts from a whipping, circulation damage caused by nipple clamps, bleeding caused by overly brutal anal play, that sort of thing."

I shuddered at the thought of such injuries and then commented, "Could a doctor even build a successful medical practice on something like that?"

"Ordinarily, no," Anna replied. "But Princess Bedrohlich had a hand in this. She's manipulated reality just enough to make such an unlikely medical venture profitable."

My mother eased into the room, gave our mistress a cautious look and said, "And why would she do that? What would even be the point?"

"Isn't it obvious? For the fetish value of course! Can you just imagine slaves stripping naked for a medical examination and being forced to show their whip marks to their personal physician? The erotic potential is limitless!"

"I'm afraid I don't see it," I said, although I was worried, I knew where this was leading. Anna decided that I would have to be whipped and then I would be taken to Doctor Madison to have her examine my whip marks.

Then, Barb suggested that my mother be whipped as well. Shortly after that, my friend Sam got drafted into the project.

"Sam has come out as a submissive. She loves being punished and objectified. This would be a good experience for her. Don't you think?"

It quickly evolved from a small project, just involving me and a kinky doctor into a project involving three submissive women and a kinky doctor. And then Barb suggested that we invite some of my friends and neighbors over to witness my whipping.

* * *

So, about six or seven of my neighbors ended up in attendance for my whipping. Some of my friends from high school and at least one of my teachers showed up. And then, to round out the crowd, my Aunt Emma showed up to be a part of the audience.

I never understood why, but now that I'm a slave, my Aunt Emma seems to take great delight in watching me suffer. It's like her personality went through a total change as soon as I was forced to put my naked body on display for free women.

"I asked Anna if I could be the one who whips you," my aunt confided. "I was upset when she turned me down. I was really hoping I could be the one who held the whip and made your cute ass bounce."

"That's not a very nice thing to say, Aunt Emma," I replied, feeling my heart pound fearfully in my chest.

"No, it's not, dear," she conceded. "But you're a slave now. You must get used to people treating you differently. Many people see you as a desirable sex object now. And you have a truly desirable body. People will want to do things to it."

My face blushed hot at the words, and then my aunt suddenly had one hand on my hip and the other hand between my legs. I gasped and trembled slightly at her touch.

"Don't tell me you don't enjoy being treated like a sex object," my aunt counseled. "Your pubic lips are plump, and your pussy is soaking wet. This sort of lifestyle suits you."

I gasped and squirmed as her fingers played with my pubic lips. I gave her a plaintive look, and took a few deep, anxious breaths, but I didn't contradict her. Even when I complained about the way I was treated, I still enjoyed being Anna's slave.

My aunt wandered off, but then Ms. Grigorova wandered over. Ms. Grigorova was a former teacher of mine from back in my high school days. She was about twice my age and dressed in black slacks, a button-down shirt and a custom-tailored black blazer. The way she was dressed, so dapper, made me feel even more naked than before, and the thought of her watching my naked body twist and writhe as I was whipped made me all squirmy inside.

"Candice, it is so good to see you," she gushed, and she gave me an enthusiastic hug. The fabric of her blazer felt rough against my naked body, especially against my nipples. I could feel them stiffen at the friction when Ms. Grigorova hugged me tighter and tighter, and my body was pressed closer into hers.

"Are you at all nervous?" she asked when she released me from her embrace. I gave her an incredulous look, but then I realized that she was serious.

"Yes, Ms. Grigorova," I replied. "I'm always nervous right before a whipping."

"Okay, I suppose that makes sense. Since you're a slave, I thought you might get used to them after a while."

"A girl never gets used to being whipped," I explained. "I've adapted to them. There's a sort of excitement that goes along with fear, but the fear never really goes away."

It didn't take long before younger women closed in on me as well. Aimee and I went to high school together. We were the same age. And then there was Mrs. Reed's daughter, Laura. She was slightly younger than me.

They both approached me at the same time and admired my naked body. After about twenty seconds of polite small talk, they both groped my naked body, sliding their hands across my ass and my thighs, and Laura even grabbed my boobs to give them a squeeze before playing with my nipples. She made a comment about how conspicuously erect they were before she gave one of them a pinch.

"Ow!"

Next, my neighbor Mrs. Patron ambled over. "You're so beautiful Candice. I'm so glad your mistress invited me over. It's always a pleasure to see you."

Of course, she groped me. I was just a slave now, so there was no reason for the normal rules of civilized society to apply. She kneaded my breasts and toyed with my nipples. She smiled as she studied me intently and then her hand was resting on my lovely curves, and then my hard, erect nipple was made captive in between her thumb and forefinger.

"I know you've been whipped before, but this time they're going to be extra cruel. Anna says you're supposed to have welts when this is over."

"It's all part of some big medical fetish," I replied. "She wants to take me to a doctor afterwards to show off my whip marks. So, she wants to make sure I'm marked up pretty spectacularly."

"And your mother? And your friend, Sam?"

"They're getting whipped too. And it's going to be just as bad for them."

"There's going to be screaming, isn't there?"

I sighed heavily and replied, "It's going to hurt quite a bit. A girl can't help but scream when she's subjected to that kind of whipping."

A wicked smile spread across Mrs. Patron's face as her hand cupped my exposed sex. Her fingers forced open the lips of my labia and worked their way inside me and I moaned in response.

"Open your legs wider," Mrs. Patron urged. "A slave should always leave her pussy open and available."

I squirmed and gasped but spread my legs indecently far apart. My mother and Sam were just a few feet away, and they were both getting groped by Anna's guests as well. It was as if we were Barbie dolls with nerve endings, and everyone could play with us.

Mrs. Patron worked my labia apart and slid her fingers into my sheath. The interior of my pussy was probed and explored. I gasped and writhed and moved my hips in a shameless manner as my pussy was fingered. A few feet away, I could see my mother was suffering similar indignities.

After Mrs. Patron had her fun, other women stepped forward to take possession of my body. A couple of them placed their mouths on my nipples and licked them, sucked on them, and even chewed on them, getting them ridiculously hard and erect. They throbbed so insistently they ached, and I desperately wanted some sexual relief, but no matter how much these women touched me, none of them were willing to bring me to orgasm.

"Oh. Ooh. Aaahhh. Aaahhh. Aaahhh," I panted and gasped. The sexual potency built up inside of me until I was certain that nothing could hold back my climax, but they always released their holds on me just before my impending orgasm.

Some of the people who showed up to see me whipped were truly a surprise. People who had seemed so kind and congenial before were at my home eagerly waiting to see my naked body reddened with whip marks. I had known Sloane McAvoy back in high school. She was one of the sweetest people I knew back then, but when she heard I was going to be bound naked to a whipping post and made to writhe and suffer, she showed up, eager to witness my pain.

"It's just so kinky," Sloane gushed as she openly ogled my naked body. "How often am I going to get a chance to see something so erotically decedent?"

"It could be quite often, if you like," Barb said as she sidled over. "I could text you an invite the next time we do something kinky to Candice. Would you like that?"

"Oh, yes! Please!" Sloane gushed.

I was uncomfortable getting such prurient attention from a girl that I had always thought of as kind, congenial and innocent. And then Barb made certain that my degree of discomfort went up significantly when she asked Sloane if she would like to touch me.

"Oh, gosh! Could I?"

Sloane was utterly enchanted by my body and when Barb invited her to touch me all over, she couldn't stop herself. Barb ordered me to cross my wrists behind my back and thrust my breasts forward to make them easily accessible for Sloane to grab. She eagerly took them into her hands and enthusiastically pushed them together, flattened them out, pushed them up and kneaded them like bread dough. Then, she rubbed her thumbs across my nipples repeatedly, making them even more stiff and erect than before.

Some of my friends hugged me and mouthed words of sympathy, knowing that I was going to suffer terribly under the whip, but mostly the people who were attending my whipping were prurient sadists.

My mother asked Anna for permission to hug me before we were whipped and Anna felt it was appropriate for the occasion, so she allowed it.

As my mother and I hugged, I found myself having very inappropriate feelings of sexual excitement. My mother had a beautiful body, with impressive boobs, a flat belly and smooth, flawless skin. And as she pressed her body up against mine, I felt a wet, insistent pulse in my sex.

I felt guilty about the lustful feelings I was suddenly having towards my mother; however, my libido had been cruelly overstimulated. And my mother was a surprisingly attractive woman with the sort of body that felt exquisite pressed up against mine.

"I think it's time," Anna said after my mother, and I were done hugging. "Let's get you slaves tied to the whipping posts."

Anna had paid to have three whipping posts erected in the backyard. A heavy iron ring was affixed to each whipping post, near the top. Working together, Anna and Barb tied my wrists securely to the iron ring of one of the whipping posts. And then they did the same thing to my mother's wrists. And finally, Sam was tied to one of the whipping posts as well.

The knots were far above my head so that I could never reach them. No matter how I danced and writhed, the ropes would keep my poor wrists helplessly wedded to the whipping post.

I rested my head against the solid wood of the post, resigning myself to my fate. My friends, neighbors and Aunt Emma stood off at a distance but were still close enough that they could easily ogle my naked breasts and my exposed bottom. Anna stood right next to me and pressed one hand into the small of my back.

"Sometimes I feel guilty about whipping you," she said softly. "But the way you squirm when you're whipped is very fetching. It's like a shamelessly erotic dance. The way you move your naked body under the lash is just too sexy for words."

"I have no control over that," I responded. "My body just responds to the pain, reflexively."

Anna nodded sagely and replied, "It's still sexy."

It was decided that Anna would whip me. Barb would whip my mother. And Ms. Grigorova would whip Sam.

Your body is perfect," Anna said as she smoothed her hands up and down my buttocks and my legs. "Your legs are so toned, and your bottom is so cute and bewitching. It's almost a shame I have to mark you up."

I was about to respond to this, but then Anna reached in between my thighs and cupped my sex. My pussy was soaking wet, and as her fingers massaged my vulva, they became coated with my juices.

"But you would feel cheated if you didn't get punished, wouldn't you?"

"I'm afraid of the whip," I admitted. "But it also excites me. There's a dark, delicious excitement that goes along with the punishments."

"I know. Your time in Verborgen has changed you. You need punishments now. They fill a need inside of you."

I nodded my head in agreement. I didn't quite understand my need for punishments and sexual objectification, but I knew I needed these things. Anna knew it too, and she worked to provide these things for me.

And over at the next whipping post, I saw my naked mother squirming her hips in a shameless, pornographic manner as Barb groped her between her legs. Both she and I had been reduced to naked playthings, to be fingered, groped and punished for the amusement of our owners.

"Some women need this," I said. "If we don't get this sort of treatment, it's like we're missing something important from our lives."

"I don't want you to be missing out," Anna said and suddenly there was a whip in her hand. It was thin, supple and snakelike. I heard the crack of the leather on bare flesh before I felt the pain. The whip felt like liquid fire across my bare bottom. I tried to stifle my scream and ended up making a sort of gasping noise.

"Go ahead and scream," Anna encouraged. "Your audience is expecting screams. You don't want to disappoint them, do you?"

I didn't have time to think about how to respond to her question. Anna cocked her arm back and the whip struck my naked flesh once again. The second blow stung even more viciously than the first, and I screamed fervently.

"Aaaahhhh!"

The whip lashed out again and this time it stung the backs of both my naked thighs. I twisted and writhed and stamped my feet. Anna was being fast and vigorous in her mission to inflict pain on my naked body.

"Ow! Ow! Ow! Jesus!"

She didn't give me time to recover between blows. I writhed and danced shamelessly as Anna punished my poor, innocent flesh. I yanked violently against the ropes that bound my wrists, I twisted to the left and to the right, I wildly stomped my bare feet, I jerked my head back, I reflexively kicked my leg out at nothing, but none of my actions did a single thing to protect my naked body from the stinging assault of the whip.

"Aaaaahhhhh! Aaaaahhhhh! Oh God! Aaahhh!!!!"

And when I kicked or raised my leg in reflexive response to the riotous agony of my cruel punishment, Anna conspired to take advantage. The cruel leather of her whip cut swiftly into the innocent, pink nether lips between my legs when my writhing left my vulva exposed.

"Aaaaaahhhhhh!"

My poor bottom and the backs of my legs were a scalding riot of pain. And my whipped vulva felt as if it had been stung by an army of angry hornets. I was trembling and sobbing in agony, and it barely even registered when Anna told my friends to untie me and turn me around so the front of my body could be whipped.

It took me a few seconds to realize how vulnerable I was. And then Anna began to whip my breasts, my abdomen and the fronts of my thighs. The sting across my breasts was far more cruel than the sting across my buttocks, and I struggled against the ropes that held me, but no amount of squirming or jerking around could prevent Anna from punishing every inch of my naked body.

"Ow! Ow! Ow! Ow! Aaaaahhhhh!"

From my poor breasts to my tender thighs, my entire body was alive with white-hot, throbbing pain. My poor abused body was covered in sweat, and I wondered how many more lashes I would have to endure before it was over.

I continued to dance and writhe under Anna's cruel whip, but the pain was mixed with desire. My naked body became feverishly hot, and one agonizing wave of lust after another passed through me, heating my sex, hardening my nipples, and causing my vagina to throb repeatedly with wet, hungry spasms.

It was intense. This type of intensity wasn't possible with ordinary sex or masturbation. I could only experience erotic sensations this intense when forced into a situation of utter submission, helplessness, and all-consuming punishment. I was still in a great deal of pain, but now the pain seemed somehow welcome and erotic and exciting.

"Aaaaaahhhhhh! Ooooohhhhh!"

I screamed lustily and the way I gyrated my hips became more shameless. And though my vision was blurry with tears, I did catch a glimpse of my mother and Sam as they writhed under the whip and moved their hips in a shamelessly sexual, provocative way as well.

When my whipping was over, all three of us were untied, and Anna made a boisterous announcement, saying that she had to take me to the doctor immediately.

There were groans of disappointment.

* * *

I was given high-heeled shoes and a shirtdress to wear for my trip to the doctor. The dress was tight and hugged my curves, which meant the fabric was a constant and painful pressure against my wounded flesh.

My mother and my friend Sam were given almost identical shoes and dresses to wear. The way they moved, you could tell they were in pain as well.

We entered the building and made our way to Doctor Madison's office. In the waiting room, I felt exposed and vulnerable. My poor bottom was too sore to sit down, so I just stood there, squirming and fidgeting and nervously avoiding making eye contact with the other women in the room. And even though my dress covered up all of my whip marks, I feared that somehow, someone in that waiting room would know that I was a slave girl who'd just been whipped by her mistress.

Sam silently made her way closer to me and whispered in my ear, "I feel like I'm on display. I feel like everyone here knows that I'm a slave."

I nodded in acknowledgment and then whispered back, "Well, Doctor Madison does specialize. Most of her patients are slaves."

Then my gaze turned towards the other patients in the room, and I realized that most of them were young and attractive. They had the right sort of look that they could all be truly desirable sex slaves.

One of the women was a svelte redhead. She was very pretty, and I wondered what she was there for. She was there with an older woman who might have been her mother, or older sister. Or possibly even her mistress. I had a visual image pop briefly into my head of the younger woman getting a bare bottom spanking from the older woman.

Okay, actually it was in my head for more than just a brief moment. I imagined the younger woman screaming, tensing up her buttocks and kicking her feet ineffectually as the older woman relentlessly brought her hand down. I imagined the color of her victim's butt cheeks getting progressively pinker and pinker and then finally taking on a red hue.

I got lost in the vivid imagery and then I was shaken from my vision when a woman in medical scrubs came out and said, "Lorinda?"

The young redhead stood up and went with the woman who'd called her name. The older woman followed her.

"They'll take us next," Anna confided in me. "They'll take all four of us together."

"The four of us?" I asked.

"I'm coming in with you, Sam and your mother. I told them that all three of you are my slaves. They're very accommodating to masters and mistresses around here."