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Wimp Family's Training - Chapter 11
Rescuing Hecate from the clutches of a maddened Carl proved to be no walk in the park. Walter burst into the room to discover his young charge lying half-on, half-off the narrow bed, unconscious with Carl's hands around her throat, throttling her as he pounded away inside her tight, young pussy like one possessed. His first attempt at pulling the teen from poor Hecate left him on the floor. Hecate's assailant seemed to have super strength, something that Walter had not anticipated. This version of Carl was definitely not of the wimp variety, that was for sure. The next time Walter got near enough to make contact with Carl, who had not missed a beat as he continued to plow a deep furrow inside Hecate's tight fuck channel, he used his blackjack to even the playing field. Carl went down like a sack of flour.
Walter had just begun to evaluate the seriousness of Hecate's injuries when her sister joined them. Angela was furious and wanted to do some serious damage to Carl, who was on the floor out like a light. However when she saw how pale her twin sister was and the fact that she had a great deal of difficulty breathing, she started blubbering like the fourteen year-old she was. Walter did his best to try to calm her as he continued to assess the damage that had been caused.
Then with a loud, hacking cough the pale teenager sat upright and opened her eyes. She gave Walter a look that made him feel like the worst guardian who ever lived, then broke into an impish grin to assure him that all was well except for a few bruises on her throat and a bump on the back of her head which she couldn't explain. She also let him know that he owed her big time for this screw-up and expected him to look the other way for the next week or two in exchange for her silence about certain aspects of this little affair. Walter knew when he had been had, and quickly agreed.
Damon arrived right on time for this morning's punishment session, and was taken to the same room where he had originally seen his victim. She was already there, hanging from the same hook. There had been some changes since he saw her last. For one she was soaking wet, the water still dripping from her bare, goose-fleshed body. His host made his entrance bearing a gift, a three foot length of rattan, the devil's cane as some described it. It was flexible enough to curl around the victim's body and yet rigid enough to sink deep into her flesh, drawing blood if one wished. The dominant was quite familiar with this implement, having a number of them in his collection.
He walked around the woman, very carefully sizing her up. She had very good tits, but from the looks of them they had been whipped soundly within the past few days and thus not as sensitive as he would want. Her ass was in even worse shape, probably it was whipped daily and from the looks of it, the cane was used often and with great vigor. As bad as her tits and ass were damaged, that was nothing compared to what had been done to her back. The wounds were layered, evidence that during any given session, only one type of instrument was used to whip her back, but it must take almost daily floggings with all sorts of implements.
Naturally her mons and cunt lips had been slashed repeatedly with what appeared to be a riding crop as well as a wire whip, which was now becoming quite popular for training a recalcitrant slave. He hadn't used that particular weapon yet, feeling that the twins needed at least another year of growth before facing something as devastating as the wire or even the composite whip, another devilish variation that was the result of the strides that were being made in the area of materials.
The hospital representative suggested that he take advantage of the rings embedded within the concrete floor. Damon looked down and then realized that the woman's ankles were cuffed and links of chain dangled from them. It was a simple matter to attach the chains to the rings in the floor so her legs were spread wide apart giving him easy access to her cunt mouth and the crevice between her well whipped asscheeks.
He had already decided that the only area that had not been too badly damaged was her ribcage. However, it remained to be seen if the woman was conscious. He reached out and cruelly twisted one of her nipples, bringing a grunt from her, but her eyes remained closed. That was when his host explained that she had spent the entire night and morning being raped by dozens of staffers and invited guests, an ordeal she endured every third day. Damon took a closer look at her raw swollen vulva, now aware that what he thought to be only whip marks was inaccurate. That also explained the hosing she had been given. It was quite likely she was rather fragrant from all the semen that had been pumped into her cunt.
Ten of the best was the agreed upon number of strokes he was allowed, but Damon argued that she needed to be awakened before the real beating began. His host laughed sardonically and allowed that his argument was valid. So Damon approached and began tapping the woman's clitoral hood with the tip of his cane. He noticed gleefully that her body was stiffening, a sure sign that she was feigning being unconscious. Suddenly he drew back the cane and lunged forward, delivering a terrible blow that flattened the hood guarding her clit. The woman's screams reverberated from the walls of this small room as she writhed in agony.
The staffer was astonished at the way Damon moved when he struck the woman. It seemed to increase the speed and power with which the cane made contact. Even after thirty seconds her body was still shivering from the pain. Damon walked to her and cupped her chin in his hand as he ordered his victim to open her eyes. It took a few seconds but she complied, her eyes wide and staring, fear etched on her face. Damon stepped back and began tapping the area of her ribcage that was in line with her vulnerable tit. Once more he used his fencing training to attack her body, bringing the cane slashing down between the top most ribs and making it curl so that it also slashed across the top half of her tit. The sounds that came from her sounded like those of a wounded animal.
Damon waited until his victim had absorbed the full effect of the stroke before moving down her body for the next blow, a vicious hit landing between another set of her ribs and bringing an eerie choked cry of agony and despair from her lips. His audience of one was amazed at the way Damon used the rattan to turn the woman into a quivering mass of trembling flesh as he walked the cane down her ribcage. After the fourth stroke he teased her by tapping the cane against her tits and feigning a blow that made her scream from fear and lose control of her bladder, piss bubbling down between her shredded cunt lips and following an invisible trail that led to the concrete floor, twin pools of piss forming beneath her spread legs.
This time he tapped and tapped until she pleaded for mercy, promising him her body and soul if only he would cease this terrible torment. He replied by landing a brutal blow to the middle of her ribcage on the other side, and she nearly ruptured herself trying to escape from the bonds holding her helpless. The next one was equally terrible and delivered at an angle that caused the cane to bite into the rib as she begged god to let her die. That plea seemed to galvanize him to even more cruelty. He began tapping at the entrance to her dripping cunt, still oozing remnants from the gangbang she'd undergone earlier today. He made a brilliant maneuver and actually changed direction in mid stroke and once more the cane ate into her ribcage, bouncing off still another rib. The bone bruises would remain with her for the entire time she remained at the hospital.
With only three strokes remaining, Damon rested to regain his strength, having already decided where each would go. His victim was still whimpering and shaking from the brutal beating he had already meted out to her. Taking a deep breath, he took his stance and tapped the exact spot that his cane would contact, between the top set of ribs which would allow the cane to wrap around her body and slash across her other tit, hopefully tearing away at the nipple which he missed the first time. He tapped and tapped, watching her body stiffen and flinch whenever he paused. He managed to lull her into relaxing and that was exactly when he struck with tremendous force, the cane flexing and ripping into her tender ribcage, then wrapping around her tit, nearly tearing the nipple from it. It was as if a banshee was wailing her last, so great was the keening sound that exploded fom her. She now knew what hell must feel like.
Damon allowed his victim to regain what little was left of her composure before moving in for another blow to her naked body. He traced the outline of her cunt mouth with the tip of his cane and then moved it from the top region, where her clit resided, to the base. Up and down he moved the tip of his cane and she trembled and pleaded for mercy. She knew what was going to happen sooner or later and was resigned to the agony it would generate. However nothing could have prepared her for the actual pain that exploded when that whippy length of rattan split her cunt mouth in half, the cane actually entering her twat and tearing away at the sensitive flesh. Her mouth opened and the tendons of her throat and neck grew thick and knotted as she tried, but was unable, to make any sound whatsoever. She shook, foamed at the mouth and vomited in that order.
Damon was quick on his feet and managed to avoid getting splattered by the bile that spewed from her mouth and nostrils. He poked her in the groin with the tip of his cane and let her finish bringing up whatever else was lodged in her stomach. Now for the final blow and the one he had planned from the onset.
He circled her trembling body, poking her tits, belly, and even thrusting the tip of the rattan into her swollen and sore cunt that was still reacting to the terrible pain from the last stroke. This time he did not telegraph the area to be struck. He made a few tentative swings with the cane to make sure of the distance and the angle which he wanted to bring it down on his target.
He took a deep breath, held it for a moment, then raised up on his toes almost like a ballet dancer and brought the whistling cane down, neatly splitting the region between her welted cheeks and eating into the winking brown eye that lay deep within the folds of firm flesh. Her entire body grew stiff, then quivered like a struck tuning fork before she fainted. His escort clapped his hands and shouted his pleasure at this incredible performance. Damon gave him a curt smile and handed over the cane, which was refused with thanks. It was then that the pair of staffers assigned with giving the unconscious woman a quite lengthy beating arrived. He could do nothing but bow to them and join his escort for the long walk to meet the doctor in charge of his slave's rehabilitation.
( To be continued - rolf palsy )
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