Author's Note: It's been a while since I wrote a chapter for this story... I'd struggled writing this one. I knew how I wanted it to progress and the way to get it there, but to do so there was an 'event' that I didn't particularly enjoy writing. I move past it quickly. This story is still heavy on the lesbian themes, so if that isn't what you want it might not be for you.
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1.
The man who had made the deal with Quince, that saw the virgin slave girl, Lisa, put into his
care
for her training, sat behind a desk scribing a contract with an expensive looking golden pen. On the other side of a desk on a slightly lower chair, sat the woman that had been administering that training, the woman Lisa would think of as her Mistress. She sat, hands on her bare lap, wearing only her usual attire of leather, corset and matching thong, thigh high boots and long gloves. She was typically beautiful, a sort of beauty that is almost intimidating. She sat motionless, not saying a word or making any indication of being annoyed by having to do so. Finally the man finished what he was writing and looked up. "How is Lisa's training coming along?"
She smiled pleasantly and replied, "Well. She was a rather nervous girl to start with, flinching at the slightest look. Her walls are being torn down as I've forced her to endure exposing herself in public and letting others touch her and pleasure her. She isn't violent in her defiance, but she still rebukes orders on occasion."
He nodded, "We can work with that, some people enjoy a
little
defiance in their slaves, especially the sort who favour virgins. But she can be made to perform with some encouragement?"
She grinned and nodded, "Yes. She had slowly been introduced to disciplinary practices for misbehaviour and she responds well. She'd rather be humiliated than punished. I believe she'll take anal without too much complaint... depending on the size of the man involved of course, I've kept her tight as requested and not let a man into any of her holes."
He nodded some more, "Yes. She really is a rather pure flower. She will fetch quite a good price I wager. I just hope that her oral skills are sufficient without practice. You've been training her gag reflex I trust?" She nodded. "Good. I'll not insult you by asking if you've taught her to please other women. What about flexibility and endurance?"
She nodded some more and grinned, "Ah, for that I've been keeping her slightly sleep deprived and when she does get sleep... well, it's not the most comfortable sleep you could imagine."
He laughed a little and shook his head. Standing and walking over to where she sat, he ran his hand through her hair and lightly stroked the side of her face, "Who would have thought that a slave I trained would surpass even me in her applications of torments and lessons?" He slid his first two fingers into her mouth, pressing down her tongue, getting a look of slight shock from the woman. He leant his head in close and spoke with an authoritative and icy cold tone, "
Do remember though
, I am still your master. You, the guards, even the slaves you train are all just
my
slaves." She looked frightened and perhaps a little confused until he explained, "Some have been saying that you are acting beyond your station. Remember what you were when I bought you. I could make you that again." He said the words cruelly and a look of panic in her eyes showed that they had had the desired effect. "Do you understand?" She nodded softly as she lacked the freedom to respond verbally. "Good girl..."
2.
Lisa's head fell forwards as she slipped into unconsciousness again, only to be jolted back to semi-lucidity by the pain in her shoulders as her body fell forward. She was beginning to master getting rest in the place between being awake and asleep, where your mind is cloudy and thoughts and dreams overlap. She was given maybe two hours of real rest a night now, which she truly savoured, then she was roughly woken up and even as she begged for them to let her stay sleeping laying down they forced her into position after position, always different.
Tonight she was sitting, tied with her wrists and elbows held tightly together behind her back and her wrists pulled up to the celling by another rope so she was forced to lean forward slightly to raise them. Then rope was tied around each ankle and the rope was run through rings attached to the either side of the small cell so her legs were spread. The guards had sat Lisa down and then started pulling the ropes, spreading her legs until they were forced open to an indecent angle and then they pulled a little more. The pain that had been excruciating in her groin had dwindled as the ache in her shoulders grew. Now the nauseating need for sleep distracted her mind with its calling need.
This constant torment and unending tiredness was driving her mad. It took every ounce of her focus to not look tired in front of her Mistress. One yawn or one batting of her eyes as they tried to close and she'd get punished. All thoughts of her past life were slipping further and further with the thoughts of resisting as she focused her mind into a chant telling her what to do.
