Wimp Family's Training - Chapter 1

                                        

       On her first date since becoming a widow, Darla Warren found herself riding in the trunk of her date's car, naked but for her high heels, stockings and garter belt. Damon Jordan, an old friend of her deceased husband, had put Darla in cuffs and hobbled her with manacles joined by a short length of chain. To keep her silent he had stuffed the woman's damp bikinis into her  mouth, and taped them in place. Darla had already been sexually aroused by his overtures to find a quiet place for them to get better acquainted. Instead of his secluded mansion located at the end of a gated private road, Damon had opted for a seedy rundown motel frequented by transients and ladies of the evening, who did a thriving business almost every night.

       Darla's eye grew wide when he got her from the trunk, clipped a leash around  her neck and led her to the motel office. The bored clerk looked up and grinned wolfishly at the sight of one of his favorite customers and his latest find. She wasn't half-bad considering she was well past thirty. His slave was sporting a set of what looked to be natural tatas that probably fit snugly into a 38D bra. This one waxed her  pubes, an indication of wealth and perhaps a streak of masochism. She was carrying a little extra poundage on her hips and around her midsection, but nothing that couldn't be worked off with diet and some vigorous exercise. Based on what he'd heard from some of the girls about this tall, dominant individual, his date for the evening was going to get plenty of exercise, maybe even a little more than she expected or wanted for a first date.

       The tall man leaned forward and smiled, a cold, death's head smile that amused the clerk. From the looks of things this babe was in for some serious hurt, maybe he'd even let the hired help take a turn on this one when he got done fucking her over. He remembered the last time; it was a tall, plump blonde maybe in her middle twenties, with great tits. By the time he got his turn she was unconscious and bleeding from her mouth  asshole and cunt. When he nailed her gaping brown eye, she barely moved as he pumped his load deep into her shitter.

       The clerk slapped down the key and his customer picked it up, glanced at the number and grinned.

       "My lucky number, 37, and her unlucky number as well. How convenient!  All is in readiness I presume?"

       The clerk nodded before listing all that had been installed as specified by the man.

       "Manacles, the cane, rubber hose, two dildos and a king-sized wheel vibrator, all fresh out of the boxes, and your special lubes and condoms, under seal, as instructed. The sound proofing was checked this morning and the camera and lights plus the recorder are set up in the usual positions."

       The man nodded, picked up the key and slipped it into the woman's cunt, warning Darla that he'd drown her in the toilet if she let it drop before he needed it. The clerk got a good look at her ass as she waddled her way down the corridor, following her master to the back of the building where her fate would be determined after she received her just punishment for her insulting behavior this evening. The light was just right and he could make out the spidery pattern of healed over welts that could only have been made by a cane, one capable of doing much more damage than the one waiting for her master's use in the room.

       A pair of giggling prostitutes passed the couple and entered the lobby in search of some condoms. One commented that the big guy looked like someone out of a bad B movie, and she bet the chick was his wife or girl friend.

       The clerk clucked and said, "You don't want to know! You never, ever want to know! Listen carefully to what I just said and maybe you'll be around tomorrow night to turn tricks again."

       Her companion elbowed her in the ribs and told her to shut her trap before she got herself in deep trouble. They got their condoms and quickly disappeared down the corridor in search of more customers.

       Damon finished securing Darla's ankles to the bottom of the bed, a strange place for sleep considering it lacked a mattress, pillows or sheets. Her bare body was covered with goose flesh, brought on  by her anticipation of what was to follow. It had been too many months since she had been under the lash, lovingly applied by her lord and master, now gone forever. She watched him click on the camera, recorder and those bright hot lights that would illuminate whatever transpired on this pallet of pain, pain that she would welcome.

       She looked away as he raised his arm, preparing to use the rubber hose on her front side.The first blow caught her squarely across the right breast, flattening the fatty tissue and sending a bolt of pain to her brain. A second followed, now both breasts were radiating pain. Back and forth he hammered her rapidly swelling breasts with one blow after another. It was as if he were some kind of metronome, the way he struck her body in a rhythm that existed only in his head. Darla's eyes began to leak tears as the pain increased in amplitude and frequency, the amount of energy he expended growing with each blow. The hose marched down to her soft belly and she fought to retain the rich food she had recently eaten while he smiled and made small talk at their table.

       Darla was kept waiting for the inevitable attack on her bare pubic mound, anticipation being another weapon in his arsenal of fear and pain. She heard the sound and felt the pain at the same moment, as the hose plowed between her fat cunt lips making a wet squishing noise as her cunt juices arced into the air surrounding her groin and then fell in a shower of droplets upon her bruised pubes. Darla nearly swallowed her bikinis as she reacted to that brutal blow. It was followed by a second which covered the identical area and numbed it for a fraction of a second before she once more was sent skyrocketing from the pain, her body straining to escape the manacles that held her helpless and oh so vulnerable to what he was dealing out to her.

       "I'll bet I have your undivided attention, now, don't I? It seems that the loss of your husband and one of my best friends has caused you to backslide considerably despite all the years of training he devoted to you and the children. I waited patiently for you to come to me of your own volition, but you chose to ignore my overtures, subtle though they might have been. I am no longer asking, I am telling you that the children and yourself will join me and the twins in my home as of tomorrow. There you and your brood will be retrained. Hopefully in time we can make this arrangement permanent and legal as well, but only when I am convinced that you know absolutely your role in our relationship. What you receive tonight is a mere down payment, a slight taste of the efforts my children and I will devote to you and yours."

       A portion of Darla was excited by the prospect of someone masterful taking control of her life once more. She had become lost once her former master had passed away, and did not know what to do, not being the one to ever make decisions on any matter as long as she had been his partner, a period of some eighteen years. He had been her teacher in college and within a year of meeting him she was his slave and ultimately became his wife. She had always looked up to his friends, especially Damon, but had no idea how to express herself to personages such as him. There was another small portion of herself that recoiled from the prospect of once more becoming a slave and losing contact with her children who had been a great disappointment to their father.

       Her introspection was interrupted by the hose, which was put to work drubbing the insides of her slightly flabby thighs. Perhaps it was his words, but she found herself becoming sexually aroused once again, and it showed as her cunt lips began to glisten from the pearly drops of pussy cream that were accumulating there. He too noticed her reaction, and redoubled his efforts, slamming the hose down on her flesh that was bruising rapidly as each brutal blow created a new area of ruptured blood vessels that pooled beneath her swollen flesh.

       At last that portion of her ordeal ended, but only after one more vicious blow descended on her vulva, splitting it like an overripe peach, sending a shower of cunt juice into the air as she grunted into her bikinis and tried not to swallow them. He selected one of the dildos that was laid out on the table by the pallet to which she was bound. He took a small squeeze bottle and coated the top half of the thick length of hard rubber. Darla mistakenly thought it was some sort of lubricant, it wasn't.

       However she didn't know that until the dildo was buried deep inside her cunt, rammed into her body with cruel force. She was just beginning to get her breath back when she felt the first signs of irritation and the increasing heat that was being developed where the head of the rubber replica of some famous porn star was lodged. Damon knew from the expression on her face that the "hot sauce" was beginning to take effect. He moved the dildo in and out of her cunt, bringing the head almost up to the entrance of her fuck tunnel before slamming it home once more, bringing another grunt from his victim.

       He knew from the resistance her cunt was providing, that she hadn't been having much, if any sex, be it live or in the form of a dildo. Damon remembered once watching Darla masturbating with a vibrating dildo while he and her master watched the show and got hard. Later they double fucked her, Damon being allowed to do her anally, and discovering how very tight she was. Evidently anal sex was reserved for very special occasions only, and he felt honored to be chosen.

       Damon continued to slam the dildo into Darla and watch for signs that she was responding positively to this form of treatment. Seeing none, he decided to use the wheel vibrator on her genitals while all but an inch or so of the dildo was lodged within her tight cunt. He put the speed on low and ground her blood swollen cunt lips flat, keeping them in this state for as long as fifteen seconds at a time. Still not satisfied with her response, he shifted to her clitoris, opening  the fold of flesh guarding the sensitive nubbin.

       The wheel moved over and back, over and back, totally covering her fat clit that was growing stiff with sexual excitement. Darla's struggles increased as well as her breathing, which became ragged. Her eyes were focused down on where the vibrator was working, the speed of the big wheel now increased to medium. Damon could see tiny rivulets of creamy cunt sludge beginning to well up around the dildo that was stretching her cunt to near its limit of elasticity.

       He was a patient man and so he kept at it until Darla was on the edge, another few seconds and she'd be off to the races. He switched off the vibrator and yanked the dildo from her grasping cunt with a loud pop. Her pelvis started pumping up and down as she tried to get herself off. He stood back and smiled sardonically at her futile efforts to find release. He waited calmly as she slowly came down from her near miss, in tears from frustration.

       The master lubed the other dildo, one a few inches longer, perhaps a half inch wider and covered with little knobs designed to rub against her cunt walls even when the dildo was stationary within her fuck tunnel. The act of breathing would be enough to cause small changes in her cunt that would be magnified by the bumps that made continuous contact with her vaginal walls. Darla fought against her bonds as he pressed it against the entrance to her birth canal, terrified of the prospect of enduring another session of agony produced by whatever fiendish material he had used to coat this larger dildo. Once again Damon had outfoxed her and made Darla's mind become her enemy and a source of pain and terror.

       Damon took advantage of Darla's relief that the dildo was not coated with some terrible concoction that would make her feel as if her vagina were on fire. He carefully freed his victim from the manacles and had her turnover, warning her of the consequences if she disobeyed his order. Dala was in no position to put up a fight, so she complied and soon found herself prone with her face pressed against the splintery wood that was her pallet. She did not have long to wait for her next punishment. Darla's head came up in a flash as she heard the familiar sound of a cane being put through some exercises before being applied to her bare body.

       She tensed her entire body when she felt the tip of the cane being gently tapped against the tops of her clenched butt cheeks. Of all the things her former master did to her, nothing quite matched the constant pain and fear that the length of bamboo or rattan induced in her. A caning was not something routinely done, it was reserved for those special occasions when she had well and truly made her master unhappy. The tapping stopped and she twisted and turned, trying to prepare for the first blow of that wicked instrument.

       She heard the whistling then felt a portion of her right buttock become numb for a brief moment, then the pain exploded and grew as her skin turned white where the cane had landed, and following that, the white area began to change in both color and shape as the area beneath began to swell up as the broken blood vessels sought more area to occupy. She began to shake uncontrollably from the blinding pain that was still growing. It was all coming back to her, the sound, the pain and the utter terror of waiting for the next one. She heard his voice, seemingly from a great distance, inquiring if she was ready for another. If she wasn't gagged, Darla would have shrieked her answer and begged for anything but that.

       For some odd reason she failed to hear the sound of the cane cutting through the air and this magnified the effect of the second cruel blow as it ripped into the other cheek. She could not breathe, the pain was so great. Madness took command of her body and mind. Darla smashed her head down into the wood, knocking herself senseless. Now it was Damon's turn to be shocked and frightened. She should never have been allowed to be in a position to harm herself, this was his fault and no one else's. The master was mortified.

                                                          ( To be continued - rolf palsy )

                               Wimp Family's Training - Chapter 02                                                     

       Damon took an inventory of his situation. The first thing that had to be done was to assess how seriously Darla was injured. Based on that answer he would move to the next set of options open to him. To his great relief, the woman was already coming around, probably nursing a major league headache, but none the worse for wear. Now his irritation at his gaffe, combined with her silly response to what she truly deserved, got his blood close to boiling. As far as tonight was concerned the session was terminated, but would resume as soon as she and her wimpy offspring were under his roof and securely restrained.

       He undid her bonds and assisted Darla to her feet. She was wobbly and had to be seated after a moment of dizziness. Her head ached and a lump was already forming on her forehead. Damon decided that he needed assistance, such as one of the whores working the motel. He had little difficulty hiring a thin, tired-looking, washed out blonde for twice the price she normally charged for her services.

       With her help he managed to get Darla dressed once he retrieved her clothing from his car. He and the whore kept his dazed date for the evening erect and walking until he had her buckled up in the front passenger seat. He thanked the woman for her help and drove off into the darkness, his objective being to get Darla home and under the covers for a good sound sleep. Darla didn't know it yet, but tomorrow was going to be a very busy day for her and the children.

       Bright and early the next day Damon was at her door. He had some difficulty getting the girl to let him inside so he could see Darla. Fortunately for both the girl and Damon, she did remember who he was once she saw him. The rest was easy. He found his way upstairs and entered her bedroom. Darla was still in her clothing, just the way he left her, beneath the covers. She had a lump the size of a small bird's egg looming up from her forehead, but appeared to be resting comfortably. He decided that it was time for the newest member of his extended family to awaken and face him.

       His anger over last night had cooled somewhat, but his annoyance with her behavior had risen, so  he intended to spank her soundly once he roused Darla Warren from her slumber. He debated whether her two children, a boy and a girl in their middle teens, should witness her punishment, and decided against it. He was concerned that the two weaklings might overreact to seeing their half naked mother getting her behind walloped by someone they barely knew. He did wonder if the boy would get an erection from observing his mother's nudity and the pounding her plump tush would get. That would be a positive sign that he could be properly trained to become a real man, instead of a sissy boy, which he knew him to be based on previous conversations he had with his father.

       Darla's eyes widened when she saw that the hand slapping her face from side to side belonged to her date from last evening, Damon Jordan. Then it all came back with a rush, including knocking herself senseless after the cane sliced into her bottom for the second time. She was mortified and confused at the same time. Why was he in her bedroom? Had he taken advantage of her while she was unconscious? Her rumpled clothing minus her undies might indicate he had indeed enjoyed her body, but she'd need the privacy of her bathroom to determine that.

       He stopped the slapping and dragged her from the bed and in a flash had her over his knee with her dress yanked up past her waist, exposing her welted rump. His heavy hand beat a tireless tattoo of sharp blows that soon turned her plump bottom a uniform crimson color except for the welts from last night's session, which created a sharp contrast in her fleshy ass cheeks. Suddenly her two children burst into the room and stopped dead in their tracks, astonished at what they saw.

       Damon pushed Darla off his lap and onto the floor with a thud, drawing a stifled gasp from her. He stood up, pointed toward the two teens and in a loud and firm voice ordered them out with a warning that they would pay dearly for any unwanted intrusion in the future. Darla showed he was in command by urging her children to do as he ordered and be quick about it.

       A few hours later Darla and the teens got into his car after placing their baggage, containing only essentials, into the trunk. Little did they realized that this was all that would leave their house, which he would sell in the future after giving away most of their clothing and other items to charity and having an auction company take care of selling off everything else of value.

       Darla, her bottom still smarting from the spanking he had administered, sat primly in  the front seat by her new master, her panties already damp, and her hard nipples trying to poke holes in her bra. Her new life had begun. The children sat in the back and were very silent, not knowing what to expect next. Had they been able to see even slightly into the future they might have tried to leap from the car even as it ate up the miles at a very high rate of speed.

       When they finally arrived at Damon Jordan's residence, a huge, two story, brick-faced structure set back in a stand of trees that provided shelter from the sun and privacy from prying eyes. They were greeted by his man servant Walter, a tall black man in his early 50s. He took care of the baggage while Damon escorted his new "family" members into the home. Seated in the living room were his twin daughters, Angela and Hecate, waiting patiently for their father to return bearing new playmates for them.

       Except for tight fitting cotton panties that hugged every square inch of body that they covered, the girls were naked. They had long, black hair done in plaits, wore black lipstick and eye shadow along with a hint of crimson blush highlighting their cheekbones. For their age, fourteen, they had impressive cone-shaped breasts featuring long, thick nipples heavily rouged to contrast with the pinkish areolas surrounding them. Their bodies were still forming, but coltish would not accurately describe them, as they already showed evidence of curves in many of the right places.

       Darla and her children were quite taken aback by this wanton display of flesh exhibited by Damon's twin daughters. He immediately established his authority, turning to Darla and telling her to introduce herself and the children to his girls. His face said volumes and she complied at once, giving her full name, Darla Warren, and identifying her older one as Carl and his younger sister as Lilith. The twins grinned and exchanged meaningful glances at the mention of Lilith, for they already knew something of both the Warren brood and their subservient mother. It was apparent that they had ambitious plans for both the children once their father left them under their discipline.

       At this point Walter entered to announce the baggage had been taken to the rooms prepared for the new family members. These words upset the children no end and it showed. Damon asked his servant to take the children to their room while he showed Darla around her new home, secretly planning to send her away for rehabilitation, while he and Walter, with assistance from the twins, began an intensive effort to turn the Warren offspring onto the proper path even if it meant stripping them down to the essentials and rebuilding the pair from the ground up. 

       Carl and Lilith were appalled to discover that their quarters were located in the basement of this large well furnished home. Worse still, there was only one double bed in the room, which was kept locked while they were inside.  A stunned Lilith asked where the bathroom was located, and Walter escorted the pair down to the end of the corridor where a small shower, sink and toilet were crowded into an unheated space of less than twenty square feet. They were in a state of shock by the time they returned to their room and made the final discovery that reduced them to tears.

       The boy noticed that their suitcases were not in evidence, bringing a smile from the tall, black man, who announced that they wouldn't need anything now that they had come under Master Jordan's roof. Lilith lost her composure totally and began blubbering about what would she wear and refusing to even consider sharing that small bed with her brother, especially if neither of them wore any clothing.

       Walter smiled, his face becoming more sinister by the moment, and thanked the girl for reminding him that they had to strip and hand over their clothing to him so they could be destroyed along with their baggage. At  that remark, Lilith fainted dead away and slumped to the wooden floor. Walter held out his hand and politely asked the boy to hand over his clothing, stating that if he had to tell Mr.Jordan that he had refused, it would go very hard on him, very hard indeed.

       The shaken teenager began to disrobe while Walter started undressing Lilith, who feigned being unconscious for fear that he might harm her. Walter was not taken in by this ruse, and took full advantage of the situation, grabbing a handful of her surprisingly well developed tit, and even daring to insinuate his index finger into her gash as she moaned and tried to close her legs. The black man whistled when Carl's penis came into view, it was large,very large, but not nearly as impressive as what Walter was sporting, which both would find out sooner than later.

       Minutes later Walter left with the pair's clothing, locking the door behind him. The teens tried not to look at each other's naked bodies, but nature took its course. However, before things got interesting, the coolness of the room caused them to make a dash for the bed and its single thin blanket. Little did they know that there was a hidden camera located within a false part of the ceiling recording everything that transpired on that bed, be it in light or darkness.

                               ( To be continued - rolf palsy )

       

                               Wimp Family's Training - Chapter 03                                    

       Upstairs Damon had shown Darla around until they were in his bedroom , a large room dominated by a huge bed covered with what appeared to be animal skins and a massive cabinet whose contents were a mystery to her. He ordered her to strip and stretch out on the bed with her arms and legs spread wide. Darla complied, relieved that in the face-up position her welted bottom was sheltered from more of the cane, or so she thought. She watched as he walked around the bed fastening her wrists and ankles to manacles that were cleverly hidden among the pillows and throw blankets decorating this enormous sleeping area.

       "This room is soundproofed so you can scream your head off if that makes you happy. Sometimes I had to wear earplugs when my dear wife was at her peak. Now there was a woman who was capable of taking punishment, and always able to come back for more as soon as she healed from whatever terrible wounds were inflicted upon her. That turned out to be her downfall."

       "I lent her to some very sadistic acquaintances for only a weekend, but something went horribly wrong and she died from asphyxiation on early Sunday morning when only the most dedicated of the group was awake and working on her bare body. It seems one of them with a rather gargantuan sex organ had been frustrated repeatedly by her ability to take his huge member deep into her gullet and milk it with her throat muscles, despite his best efforts to resist her wiles. He considered this to be a weakness and was bound and determined to overcome her before the weekend was concluded."

       "The others had gotten so wrapped up in what they were doing, namely flaying her underarms, that they ignored her struggles to reject the thick slab of meat that had totally blocked her air passages. By the time one of them realized what had happened, her  face had turned a pale blue, her lips were black, and her bulging eyes were wide but not focused, all due to the lack of oxygen. Attempts at reviving my wife were unsuccessful and it took a hefty sum of money to make sure that her death was listed as from an embolism. I was distraught, but what was there to do but accept the fates, which I did until I finally decided that you would be her replacement despite the weaklings you birthed and raised."

       A brisk knocking at the door interrupted Damon's story. He knew it must be Walter, returning from  putting Darla's children in their room in the basement, leaving them for nature to take its course. His servant entered and grinned wolfishly at the spreadout, naked body of Darla Warren ready for anything that crossed his employer's fertile imagination. He had spent many happy and productive years assisting Damon as he trained his twin daughters to meet his exacting standards.

       Those were very happy days and he got some of the best pussy he ever had in his entire life. You talk about perks, for him that was the ultimate. Now he was hoping that the arrival of these two wimps would give him another opportunity to vent his lusts as well as his hatred of the children of the upper class who didn't deserve what they had, and in most cases didn't even know there was a world outside that was alien to their wealth and life style. Those two weaklings down in the basement were a perfect example of what occasionally made him crazy and very dangerous to be around.

       Damon reached down and grabbed one of Darla's tits, squeezing it hard and watching her face contort from the pain she was experiencing. He looked over to Walter and asked if he was game for a little fun with his new slave. Walter grinned and nodded.

       "Think you can plug her throat and stop her from breathing after I get my dick into that twat, which always seems to be moist? This one needs plenty of cock to keep her on the straight and narrow, not to mention the tawse, the riding crop, the knout, flogger, switches, rubber truncheon, and my personal favorite the cane. I gave her a little taste of the cane last evening and she reacted rather poorly, which explains the lump on her forehead. If she survives your dick stretching her neck out of shape, then you can watch me add some fresh welts to the couple I put on her bottom last night at the motel."

       Upon hearing these words, Darla began a frantic attempt to break free of the manacles holding her helpless. Damon slapped her other tit with a vicious blow and shouted for her to "Be still!" Unfortunately Darla had lost control of things and was focused totally on preventing Damon's plan to suffocate her. Her master was now infuriated at her behavior and responded by grabbing her throat with one hand, leaving fingerprints on Darla's neck when he released her. In that period of time Walter had removed his trousers, revealing a huge cock which he was stroking to get even bigger and harder. Darla's eyes nearly popped from her head when  she saw the size of the thing that he wanted to thrust down her gullet. It would rupture her throat and she'd

bleed to death, of that she was certain.

       Walter straddled her chest, his knees touching her big tits, and used the tips of his fingers to massage the hinges of her jaw. "Any struggling will only give you a very sore throat when I'm  finished. Relax and enjoy the massage your getting right now. You'll soon discover that your jaw can open a lot more than you thought and your throat can accommodate even my black phython for a time. Let's face it, you have to trust your master as well as his humble servant in this endeavor." Even as he spoke his fingers kept up the circular motion and Darla did begin to feel more relaxed.

       The next thing she felt was Damon's hard cock burrowing like a snake into her rapidly lubricating fuck tunnel which had not had any traffic in almost half a year. She welcomed the invader and almost forgot  what Walter was about to do to her. He tapped her cheeks, a signal for Darla to open her mouth and begin accepting his huge cock. It was as he described, not too painful but very filling as inch by inch that black python filled her mouth and began its journey down into her throat. Meanwhile Damon was fucking her very slowly, moving carefully to get properly positioned for what would occur when his servant's dick blocked her air passage and she reacted.

       Walter took his time preparing Darla for the big event. Damon always marveled at the black man's ability to calm women as he did the most terrible things imaginable to them. That even extended to Angela and Hecate, who suffered greatly under his iron hand and steel cock during their training. Her gagging brought him back to reality, Walter had reached her limit and was now attempting to make his cudgel go just a little bit further to seal off her lungs from any source of air.

       Suddenly her cunt clamped down on his prick, surprising him with its power. Then the first set of contractions rippled through her cunt, massaging his cock in a way no masseuse could ever duplicate. He could hear her muted gagging and gasping in the background but his mind was almost totally focused on the sensations being produced in his cock by one spasm after another as she came closer and closer to suffocation. Walter owned her body and held Darla's life in the balance. She was losing strength which automatically reduced her tension and fear. Another set of contractions rolled down the length of her birth canal and took him with them, bringing forth an enormous outpouring of his pent up cum that had been churning away in his swollen testicles.

       It had been a close call for this latest member of his family, but she came back to consciousness quickly. Darla was still in a fog, and they took advantage of it to change her position so that she was now on her stomach, still spread eagled and very vulnerable. Damon went to the large cabinet and removed a three foot length of rattan with a leather wrapped handle. He made a few trial cuts in the air, producing that dreaded whistling sound. Darla reacted violently, straining against the manacles that held her body to the bed. Without warning he brought the cane down, barely missing her sodden gash that peeked from between her spread thighs. She screamed in terror even though he had deliberately missed striking her.

       "You can bang your head into the bedding for as long as you want or can, but there is no way you'll escape as you did last evening. I believe we were at two with eighteen to go." She began sobbing and begging, telling Damon she would do anything, anything, if only he wouldn't cane her. He brought it down again to silence her for a moment.

       "Don't be impolite, it annoys me. Until you so foolishly knocked yourself senseless, which I take responsibility for allowing to happen, you were due for twenty of the best. My error in judgment leaves me no alternative than to reduce the twenty to ten. Any more struggling, screaming, sobbing or begging and your misbehavior will reverse the penalty I gave myself and restore the original twenty. What say you to this?"

       Darla did her best to stifle her sobs, choking and coughing from that effort. Damon waited for her to become calm and then he let her have the first of the eight, directly down between her welted ass cheeks into that sensitive crevice. She tried to rise into the air and the piercing sceam she uttered reverberated throughout the room despite the drapery and other wall adornments that muted most sounds. Walter grinned and gave Damon the thumbs up sign.

       His master nodded and proceeded to land another cut just a fraction of an inch below the juncture between her peebled cheeks and thighs. She was silent for a brief moment and then another bellow of agony broke the stillness. He waited for her to regain her composure before giving her two across the cheeks, adding to the welts already put into the same area last evening.

       "You're at the midpoint my dear, shall we take a break and let what 's happened sink into your consciousness as well as your body?" As he spoke he ran the tip of the cane across her lower back and down to that puckered starfish guarding her rectum, bringing a muffled sob from his victim. Darla broke down and cried like a child when he moved the tip across the backs of her thighs, tapping as he went. He had succeeded in his objective, breaking her resistance and making the badly frightened woman realize that she was totally at his mercy. No one would come to her aid, for who even knew where she was, let alone cared enough to even inquire?

       Without any warning Damon brought the cane down across the very top of her plump bottom, making Darla feel as if a line of fire had burst out in that area. She had no time to catch her breath as a second blow fell over the mushrooming flesh from the first. Darla arched her body as much as her bonds allowed and tried to scream down the very walls of this room that had turned into a torture chamber for her. She was reduced to a gibbering lump of flesh, her mind having failed her.

       Damon allowed her time to ride out the storm before finishing the brutal caning. His last two cut open the flesh covering the backs of her knee, almost severing the tendons in that sensitive area. He bowed in the direction of his servant who appeared to be clapping his hands, but no sound emerged. As for Darla she was blubbering and trembling from the residual pain that still seemed to be coursing through every portion of her body that had tasted the cane.

       "Walter, I think my newest family member has had enough for today. Give her a cold  shower, then put her to bed in the spare room you prepared for her and make sure she's properly restrained. We don't want her walking around in the dark and hurting herself, do we? No pillow and absolutely no covers tonight.That way while she's shivering, my new slave can be thinking about all the things she did incorrectly in the past twenty-four hours."

       "Afterwards meet me in the sitting room downstairs so you can give me your impression of her two weaklings and make your recommendations for the training they will need. As you well know, on the morrow I'll be accompanying Mrs. Warren to the Institute and staying with her for the week as she is tested, then prepared for her rehabilitation. In my absence you are in charge to a degree. Let my twin daughters have their heads and involve them in whatever you see fit to do to our two new family members. Above all try not to get any of the females, my own included, pregnant."

                               ( To be continued - rolf palsy )  

                               Wimp Family's Training - Chapter 04

                              

       While Damon waited for his servant to return from putting Darla to bed, he turned on the monitor that was recording whatever was taking place in the children's bedroom. They were huddled beneath the one thin blanket that was the only protection from the chill that had crept in once the sun set. He laughed at the pair arguing over how to keep warm. Carl was the more practical of the two, claiming that hugging would generate enough body heat to warm the pair and help them get through the cold night. His sister would have none of it, and he knew exactly why, her fear of unwanted advances on the part of her brother. Perhaps the boy wasn't as far gone as he first thought. The continued sparring back and forth had the makings of a stalemate.

       Just as he was about to terminate the broadcast the girl, Lilith, had a change of heart and agreed to let her brother hug her while they were front to back in the spoon position. They moved carefully until their situation seemed relatively comfortable. That however did not last long as Lilith began to try to escape her brother's hug, her voice almost a hiss as she announced that something of his was poking against her bottom and she wanted it removed at once! Walter's timing was impeccable.

       The tall black man instantly homed in on what was occurring and chuckled. "So the boy is making his move already. I am impressed." Damon joined him in a good laugh at the antics that were going on beneath the thin blanket. Obviously Carl's cock was rubbing against his sister's bare bottom with the type of response that any normal, healthy boy would develop, an erection. Walter chimed in with the information that Carl was rather well hung for his age and his sister had a very nice set of tits and they were still growing.

       "It looks like you'll be having a very good time in my absence. Just remember what I said, no pregnancies, and don't you get frisky and cornhole Carl either." They enjoyed the joke and then settled down to discuss matters. Walter was of the opinion that once the pair got rid of their inhibitions when it came to having sex with each other, they would be in a position to respond favorably to the training they'd be receiving.

       Damon countered with the observation that the twins would likely try to seduce both of the children as soon as they were under their thumbs. Walter was encouraged to give them plenty of leeway in this area even if thing got a little sticky. If the twins were successful, it would make it much easier for the pair to start doing each other, especially if their sleeping arrangements became even more Spartan, such as losing their only blanket, which would bring things such as Carl's dick and Lilith's pussy to a head. They enjoyed another laugh at the play on words.

       Early the next morning a shivering  and absolutely shocked Darla Warren was roused from her troubled sleep to be confronted by Damon, Walter and two strangers. There was little she could do about it since she was stark naked and manacled to the corners of her narrow, very uncomfortable bed. Walter freed her and marched the shaken woman into the bathroom where he administered two huge cold water enemas laced with a chemical that enhanced their characteristics and made Darla feel as if her insides had been sandblasted. This was followed by a  bracing cold shower. He then marched his shivering charge into a room down the hall where the two strangers had set up shop, which in this case consisted of a large wooden crate with foam cutouts approximately matching her body.

       It took them the better part of an hour to squeeze her bare body into a skintight rubber suit with compartments that allowed restraints to be added, in this case leather straps that immobilized her arms and legs. A helmet similar to those worn by fighter pilots was placed over her head and attached to an umbilical cord that supplied air and other forms of stimulation to the woman along with recorded instructions that she was informed must be memorized by the time she reached her destination. To make sure that she was cooperating, Darla would have to answer certain questions at times while she was in transit. Failure to provide proper answers would result in her being suitably punished to act as an incentive for her to remain focused on the material she was being fed.

       Just before the top of the crate was to be nailed shut prior to being transported to the waiting plane at a nearby airport, Damon leaned over and informed her that he too would be traveling with her. The only difference was he was going first class while she was part of the cargo down in the belly of the aircraft. At this revelation she began to panic, but was immediately calmed by a quick infusion of some gaseous chemical compound from the small cylinder one of the strangers had in his possession. Twenty minutes later the van carrying her and Damon departed, leaving Walter in charge of the four teens now under the roof of his employer's home.

       As the plane droned its way across state after state, Damon amused himself by using a small hand-held computer that could turn off her air supply for various lengths of time and track the increase in respiration and blood pressure that this caused. He was also able to listen to the questions Darla was asked to answer and her replies. It wasn't fair, but at times he deliberately turned off her air supply while she was being questioned, causing wrong or no answers. This meant punishment, and so she was punished with jolts of high voltage electricity from wires embedded in her rubber flight suit.

       There was also one other toy for him to operate to pass the time. A small composite ball had been buried inside her vagina that when activated expanded slowly until it stretched her fuck channel to near its limit of elasticity. Darla was setting  records for elevated blood pressure and increased respiration with each activation. Fortunately for her, there was a feedback system that prevented the helpless woman from experiencing rates that would be hazardous to her overall health and general welfare. Still in all it was a delightful way to pass the time as the aircraft headed west towards its destination.

       The moment Damon was gone from the house, the twins made a beeline for the basement where the Warren kids were being kept. Despite the chill air the girls wore only their white cotton panties, which was sort of the uniform of the day around the home. They waited impatiently for Walter to come downstairs and open up the room so they could get at the children. Despite their age, fourteen, they were vastly more sophisticated and orders of magnitude nastier than the older Warren children. They had flipped a coin this morning to see which of the Warren brood would be under the discipline of which Jordan girl for the day. Angela had won the right to have Carl as her licker, and definitely not her boots either, while Hecate had to be satisfied with the prissy wuss Lilith.

       Walter finally put in an appearance, having decided that the twins had their limit of teasing for the day. He couldn't resist asking what it was worth to them for him to open the door and look the other way as they tore into their prey. Without even taking time for a deep breath, both offered their sweet pussies,  rounded bottoms and tasty titties plus a blowjob at a time to be determined once they had their way with the Warren children. He feigned disinterest and then broke into a smile and used his key to open the door. The twins let out a shriek of happiness at the sight of the naked pair shivering under the thin blanket. Hecate yanked it away and their shrieks grew even more piercing as they saw the condition of the two. Even Walter could not contain himself when he realized what he was seeing.

       The servant quickly took charge of the situation, ordering the pair to stand up with their legs spread wide and their fingers locked together and hands behind their necks. The two young hellions were jumping up and down like kids come to see what Santa had left for them. The pair blushed scarlet as they exposed their naked bodies to Walter's scrutiny. This was the first time he had gotten a good look at them.

       Lilith had a fine set of tits for a teen her age, but she also had saddle bags, a slightly protruding stomach and some sag to her bottom, all quite correctable and to him a source of great enjoyment as he did so. Her pubic hair was thick and unruly, seeming to run in all directions, quite in contrast to the neatly trimmed patches that adorned the pubic mounds of the twins. This was even easier to fix and he just knew the twins would be delighted to assist him in this process.

       Carl had quite an impressively sized penis for a lad of fifteen, and currently it was in full erection since he had yet to relieve his bladder this morning. His skin was smooth, almost like a female, and he could best be described as plump for his age. However what held Walter's eye was the crusted layer of dried cum that extended from the boy's pubic hair almost up to his hairless chest. This made him the center of attention for everyone in the room, including his sister, who looked decidedly unhappy at his condition.

       Angela positively beamed at what she saw decorating Carl's front, while Hecate, who had drawn the boy's sister, merely glowered, unhappy at her luck.  Walter clucked his tongue and inquired of the lad how it came to pass that his body was coated with what appeared to be his own cum. The youth was silent, his eyes downcast. Then his sister piped up and blew the whistle on him, much to the delight of the twins and Walter.

       "It's all his fault. He kept poking me with that thing! I kept telling him to stop doing it and he said he had no contol over it, and I was to blame for being unclothed and a source of temptation. What utter nonsense! He'd never paid one wit of attention to me in all our years and out of the blue he's now attempting to assault my person with that thing! I told him to use his hand to make it get soft so we could resume hugging and go to sleep. Then after a few minutes of his disgusting efforts to soften it, he began to cry. I couldn't stand that so I reached over without looking at it and massaged the thing until it was soft, a process that took less than a minute and which he seemed to enjoy, like the pervert I now believe him to be!"

       Lilith was mortified at the gales of laugher that burst forth from her captors. There were tears flowing from Walter's eyes and he couldn't control his laughter. Hecate and Angela pointed at each other and roared with glee over Lilith's revelations. Then the poor benighted teenager only added more fuel to the fire with her next comment that during the long night she was accosted on three other occasions to relieve the hardness of her brother's thing, which she did in self defense, fearing for the consequences if she did not acquiesce to his perverted demands.

       Things turned ugly at that point. Hecate remarked that there certainly looked to be more than four loads of cum crusting the boy's chest and stomach, and questioned the credibility of his sister's accusations just for the hell of it. Carl began to blubber like a baby and that infuriated Angela who lost her mind for a moment and kicked her slave for the day squarely in the nuts. For a time there was silence in the room broken only by Angela's deep breathing and Carl's attempt to scream that came out choked and almost feminine in tone. Not to be outdone, Hecate stepped up and kneed Lilith in the crotch, causing her to double over at the same time she lost control of her full bladder and began spraying piss all over herself and the floor. Moments later Carl began to upchuck and soon his lunch and dinner joined Lilith's pee on the floor.

       A furious Walter waded in and quickly restored order. The twins found themselves on their hands and knees cleaning up the mess made by the Warren children that they caused. Walter meanwhile had taken the boy and girl down to the tiny bathroom and was supervising them as Carl took an icy cold shower while his sister squatted over the toilet, her bottom inches from the seat and moved her bowels. Only when she was finished was Carl allowed to get out of the shower and take her place while she shivered and hopped up and down trying to generate some heat to ward off the chill that seemed to freeze her entire body inside as well as out. Lilith was a nice bluish color when her brother finally finished evacuating his bowels.

       He marched the shivering pair back to their room and supervised the twins as they finished the job of cleaning up the floor. He warned the Warren children not to take any liberties with each other while he took care of some unfinished business with the twins, who went pale at his words. They knew better than to try to resist, they had been way out of line and now their cute little tushes were going to pay a price for their error in judgment. Even though they knew what to expect, there was still some moistness accumulating in the gussets of their white cotton panties. With the pain would ultimately come some pleasure, at least that's what they hoped.

                               ( To be continued - rolf palsy )

                              Wimp Family's Training - Chapter 05

       All sorts of interesting ideas were flooding Walter's mind as he followed his two charges down the long corridor that led to the "play room". That title was a misnomer if ever there was one, decided in jest by the master after a long session that involved his daughters when they were much younger and even cheekier. In those days he was sure that he had died and gone to his reward which allowed him the opportunity to not only color the cute bottoms of these imps from hell, but stress their inner parts with his hard tool that in those days never seemed to soften as long as a young, naked girl was in sight.

       Angela and Hecate were beginning to blossom, proof provided by their twitching, rounded hindquarters and legs that seemed to go on forever, not that their budding breasts and the beginnings of hips weren't very much in evidence as well. Soon the master, and to a lesser degree his humble servant as well, would be challenged and quite possibly overwhelmed by an army of young studs. These were hunters filled to the gunnels with sperm and the desire to expel it into those damsels they were eager to carry away and make their personal slaves, as if such a situation would ever occur if his charges had any say in the matter.

       Walter loved the play room, but he was just a bit uncomfortable without the presence of his master. Still those two hellions had to pay for their sins and pay they would. He would remind them, as his strap turned their luscious tushes into the color of a sunset, of their responsibilities to see that the new members of the family conformed to the requirements and needs of the master. This could not be accomplished if they were bare, bound and being beaten while the others could do nothing but wait for guidance.

       Once inside the chamber he ordered the twins to remove their panties, spread their legs slightly and bend over to grab their ankles. They complied, this was nothing new to them. For many years as they matured this was their position while their master and his servant kissed their stretched flesh with leather and enjoyed the sight and smell emanating from their glistening gashes. Perhaps after he finished crisscrossing their bare bodies with welts from his belt, he'd take one or both up on their promises made earlier.

       He began by asking Angela, who had started the ruckus, to pick a number from one to twenty, which she did, choosing one, then multiplying it by a number from five to ten, she chose five. He asked her to add the result to fifty-five, which brought a gasp from the girl. Normally fifty was about as high a final number as they ever received, this meant he was more than just annoyed by their behavior. He took off his belt, got into his stance and laid the leather forcefully across the stretched skin of her thighs, each blow sounding like a pistol shot and making her sister shiver with nervous anticipation of her fate.

       After the first ten, he paused and rubbed her heated flesh, giving him an excuse to rest  and also allowing her to regain her composure. He moved a few feet to the side and gave her a broadside of vicious cuts to her rounded bottom, this time bringing muted gasps from his victim. He moved once more and switched his belt to his other hand, bringing a fresh arm into play. Her apple ass received another blistering volley of hits and her gasps were no longer muted.

       "We're half the way there. Now I want you to think about what brought you to this state and how you plan to avoid such a situation in the future. If you repeat your lapse of self control the penalty will be more than you can possibly imagine, whether or not the master approves of it after the fact. I will not be challenged by some shallow, callow, female still years away from even a trace of wit or wisdom."

       The twins got very quiet, they had never heard such words coming from him prior. What he did next  was so totally unexpected and painful that they would tremble in his presence for many days afterward. Walter order Angela to stand erect and emulate the stance that the Warren children had taken. She took ten each to her budding breasts that would be sore and swollen for days. Then he let her recover her poise and strength for the final set of blows. Angela was a sobbing, begging child when the last of the ten exploded against her pubic mound. For her, passing water would be a treacherous endeavor over the next two days.

       Now it was Hecate's turn, and the pale faced teenager was shaking with fear as she prepared for her beating. To her surprise the punishment he meted out  was less than what Angela had received, but it covered the same areas on her bare body. The pain was intense and the memory would remain with her for years. Unlike her sister who was a bit of a firebrand, Hecate heeded the words of Walter and also looked upon him as a mentor rather than a mere servant of the master.

       Once he was finished with them, Walter felt no remorse nor anger. He was somewhat disappointed, but they were young and would learn from this experience. He discoverd he was not in the mood for their offers for sex, not too surprising in light of what had just transpired and the need to immediately take charge of the situation vis-a-vis the wimps or as the master would call them, the new family members. He told the twins to make themselves presentable and retrieve the Warren children. There was much to do and they were already behind schedule. His last observation only made them wince.

       To make sure that their captives didn't get the wrong idea, Walter accompanied the twins to the room where the Warren children waited. As usual, even with their welts showing, the twins wore only their white cotton panties, and carried handcuffs with which to fetter their charges. It had been agreed that each twin would take her "buddy" to a private area of the house and see what developed.

       The plan was to see how interested each teenager was in having sex either with the opposite sex or their own kind. All were in agreement that Angela had the best chance of success in view of the complaints Lilith voiced about her brother. Hecate was not as pessimistic as the others, perhaps Lilith was genuinely not interested in the opposite sex, that still left another option open to her and Hecate was ready to try anything to discover her taste in bed partners. There was still the wild card, Walter. Pehaps Lilith was attracted to older men, especially those wielding some authority. To check this theory out, Walter would arrange to drop in unannounced to see how Hecate and Lilith were getting along.

       Initially Carl proved to be impregnable. Despite the fact that he was naked and securely restrained, his legs clamped to the wings of the table, his feet in the stirrups and his anus and genitals totally vulnerable, Angela discovered she could not induce a decent erection. She tried manual manipulation then oral stimulation of his penis. Both techniques yielded some mild elongation and minor increase in girth, but his sex organ quickly returned to the flaccid state the moment stimulation was stopped.

       Frustrated by this unexpected reaction, she resorted to mechanical aids, beginning with a vibrator that she ran over his testicles, then up and down the shaft of his limp penis. She concentrated her efforts on the head of his cock, but could not rouse it from its inert state. Angela lubed the vibrator and inserted it into the youth's anus and moved it around until she made contact with his prostate. This did cause a significant reaction from the teenager, his cock lengthened significantly and its girth nearly doubled. Keeping the vibrator pressed against his throbbing prostate she commenced manual manipulation, but was thwarted by his inability to ejaculate despite her best efforts.

       Angela tried a new tactic, allowing her subject to kiss and lick her breasts, which he did in a rather perfunctory manner, irritating her to no end. She almost lost her temper at his cheekiness. How dare he not become excited by her breasts! How dare he insult her by not responding to her oral and manual techniques, which had made dozens upon dozens of mature men as well as teenagers ecstatic! What in the world was wrong with this creature who could ejacuate countless times with his sister, who hated his advances, and yet fail miserably at providing even a trace of tribute for her efforts? To avoid doing something she would regret, Angela stormed from the room and sought out Walter for some guidance.

       In the other room Hecate had taken a different tack, and for her guileless approach to the new family member, allowed Lilith to truly draw first blood in a literal sense, much to her chagrin. Her twin would constantly  remind Hecate of her lapse in judgment until the scab finally dropped off the bite mark on her face thankfully leaving it unblemished. Before the day ended, Lilith would discover that Walter played no favorites when it came to punishing the offenders under the Jordan roof.

       The session between the two teens began innocently enough. After securing Lilith to the examining table, Hecate decided that her unruly pubic hair needed as much or more training than she did. Lilith was less than enchanted with the idea of losing one of the symbols of her growing physical maturity. Undeterred by the reluctance of her new "sister", Hecate proceeded to lather the teen's pubic mound and have at it with a recently sharpened straight razor. It was one thing to use it to trim a few errant tendrils of hair, quite another to hack away a forest growth that had taken years to grow and prosper. Lilith didn't help matters by moving about and carrying on a running commentary about all the things that Hecate was doing incorrectly.

       Under the circumstances a few nicks were not unexpected, and they occurred. The amount of blood drawn was miniscule, but Lilith's screams could have waked the dead. This only flustered Hecate  and more minor nicks followed, one in particular sending the teen through the roof since it occurred while Hecate was slicing away at a few tendrils located in the vicinity of Lilith's chocolate starfish. Somehow or another the pair managed to mutually survive this joint ordeal, and with a flourish Hecate rubbed some cream lotion into the teenager's bald pubic mound and pronounced her neat and clean once more. Lilith was horrified at the sight of her raw genitals hanging out.

       "I look like a child! How could you do such a thing to me? I'll be scarred for life now and it's all your fault!" Lilith wailed.

       This diatribe unsettled poor Hecate, who after all was only fourteen, had lived a rather bizarre but sheltered life and was not entirely in tune to the ways of the outside world. In order to calm the teen down and at the same time see if she responded to the sexual overtures of another girl, Hecate decided to lick her nice clean pubic mound and worm her tongue inside that angry gash that now was revealed. Hecate was amazed at the size of the girl's cunt lips, and how fleshy and wrinkled they appeared. Her only comparisons were her sister, who had thin, taut lips and one of her master's friends who had lips that looked almost like Lilith's. Both however had really tasty pussies.

       Hecate set to work and her partner started struggling and yelling at the top of her lungs. Things just got worse and worse no matter what she tried. Even fluttering her tongue against the freshly shaven asshole of Lilith did nothing to moderate the screams and cries that issued from the teen's mouth. Hecate surfaced, her lips and mouth glistening with Lilith's reluctant offerings, a tribute to the teen's skill. Perhaps the new family member might enjoy a taste of what Hecate found so enjoyable to dredge up from her secret places.

       So in a spirit of good fellowship she pressed her lips, liberally coated with Lilith's cunt juices, to her partner's cold, dry lips. The kiss lasted just long enough for Lilith to take a small bite out of Hecate's lower lip. She pulled away but was too late, the damage had been done and the coppery taste of her blood filled her mouth. Now it was Hecate's turn to go into a frenzy as she thought the worst, that ittle bitch had disfigured her for life! She rolled off the table and fled the room still howling.

                               ( To be continued - rolf palsy )

                            Wimp Family's Training - Chapter 06

       It was an astonished Walter who finally intercepted the sobbing twin and discovered her wound, still bleeding. He was in a quandary as to who could have caused it, and did not believe his ears when Hecate accused Lilith. It took a few minutes to calm the twin and make sure that she had not sustained any permanent damage. That accomplished he ushered the teen down to the family bathroom and tended to the bite.

       He accompanied Hecate back to room B where she and Lilith had been. As he had been told, the teenager was secured to the table and as far as he was concerned could not have been much of a threat. Yet there was no arguing that somehow or another she had managed to inflict some harm to one of his charges, which angered him a great deal. New family member or not, there was no excuse for what she had done and therefore was going to pay a rather severe penalty for her actions.

       It took almost thirty minutes for the group to assemble in the basement room dedicated to corporal punishment in all its varied forms. The twins were no strangers to this place, having spent significant amounts of time being taught that certain rules and protocols were not to be broken, under any circumstances. Their little tushes had been whipped to a fare-thee-well repeatedly to instill discipline into their developing psyches. On rare occasions other more daunting methods had been applied to their bare bodies both internally and externally. Those usually only took one application to make a permanent impression.

       Lilith had not put up any struggle when Walter had collared and frog marched her to where she would meet her fate. Her face grew pale and she trembled when she saw this terrible place and what it contained. Quickly she was hoisted into an inverted Y position, making her entire body open to the lash and any other treatments he might decree. From her perspective things could not be worse now that she was totally bald and felt even more childlike.

       Lilith began to sob once Walter selected a cane constructed from rattan, a fearsome implement designed for inflicting maximum damage to the poor wretch who came under it. There was no speech or any indication as to how much punishment she would be given. The twins and her brother stood transfixed as Walter gave his cane a few quick slashes to limber up his arm and then stepped toward the naked girl and gave her a vicious cut to her slightly sagging bottom, leaving a terrible welt to mushroom and rapidly grow as she screamed herself hoarse.

       It seemed he was everywhere, his arm driving the cane into Lilith's thighs, the backs of her legs, her soft belly, then back to her bottom for a series of cruel blows that drew blood. He struck her so fast that she barely had time to react to one,  when another began demanding her attention somewhere else. She was yelling constantly, her voice going higher in pitch as she tried to draw breath and scream as well. Lilith's entire body began to twitch and ripple as her pain centers became overloaded. Then as suddenly as it began the beating was ended, a final cut halving her tits just below the stiff nipples. Lilith was barely conscious, but Walter made no effort to see to her condition, as if he knew exactly the degree of pain and punishment he had just meted out to her.

       The twins were awed at this display. It had been a very long time since they had last witnessed such a performance from him. He glanced in their direction and sniffed the air with a knowing smile, having detected the scent of pussy juice emanating from both. Angela boldly thrust her pubic mound in his direction as her tongue ran over her lips. Her sister just sighed and hoped that soon he would take advantage of her as he once did with a frequency that amazed and delighted her.

       However it was Carl who caused the most consternation, for he now sported an erection that looked like a steel bar. What had caused this miracle? Angela was both astonished and irritated by his reaction to his sister's caning. What was going on inside the minds of these two strange creatures who appeared to be weaklings and yet would on occasion reveal another side that was the very antithesis of their normal behavior?

       The twins could hardly wait to get Carl back to room A  for fun and games. Walter announced that he was returning Lilith to the new family members' sleeping room for the rest of the day and in the event that his services were required they were to knock on the door. Despite their eagerness to work with Carl, Walter's blatant admission that he was probably going to have sex with Lilith surprised them a bit, for usually he was rather circumspect when it came to enjoying their tight, nubile bodies.

       Once inside room A they were shocked and dismayed to discover that Carl had lost his erection completely, his limp cock now nestled innocently between his thighs. Hecate had to physically restrain her sister from attacking the youth in her anger. Angela calmed down quickly and thanked her lucky stars that her sister had been with her to prevent something terribly stupid from happening. They went through the motions of strapping him to the table, but their hearts weren't in it.

       They had no idea what caused him to become sexually aroused when in the proximity of his average looking sister, despite her nudity. Without bragging, both of them were much more physically attractive than Carl's whiny sister. Now they did have another data point if that is what it might be called. Watching his sister being caned produced a much stronger reaction on his part, and the moment she was gone from his sight, he almost immediately lost any interest in matters sexual, and went back to being Carl the wimp.

       The twins were a pair of very frustrated teens.Here they had an individual at their mercy who had proven his capabilty with his sister, but for some unknown reason was unable to function normally without her  close proximity, such as being in bed together under rather stressing circumstances. Without thinking of what she was doing, Angela began slapping the youth's cock and commanding him to get it hard or else. Her blows were mild, almost teasing, compared to her previous outburst. Hecate was on the verge of interrupting her sister when she noticed that his cock was hardening.

       "My god! Look at it, it's getting hard. Keep slapping it and let's see what happens."

       It took perhaps another two dozen carefully struck blows for Carl to come into full bloom, his cock jutting from his loins and hard as steel. Hecate whistled at its size and rigidity.

       "I do want some of that and now, if you please." The twin had recently discovered Walter's stash of British porn and was becoming rather addicted.

       Her sister wondered when Walter would find out and then have his chance to play act some of his more brutal fantasies on her sister. By the time she climbed up on the table and positioned herself over him, Carl's cock was drooping fast. "Do something " she pleaded to her sister. Angela got in a few good ones to his prick and it rose once more, this time meeting Hecate's plunging pussy as it enveloped about three quarters of his stiff member.  Two quick bounces later it was the same old thing, a reluctant dragon returning to its cave.

       A frustrated Hecate dismounted and climbed down from the table, frowning and quite the unhappy young teen. They put their heads together and reviewed what they had discovered. Pain seemed to be the activator for Carl, but keeping his dick hard was the sticking point. Hecate impishly suggested that perhaps Walter might enjoy whipping Angela while Carl watched with Hecate already mounted and securely embedded upon his rampant cock. The pair enjoyed a good giggle over that idea, and moved on to more serious scenarios.

       It was Angela's turn to come up with a winner. What if the boy's balls were as sensitive to pain as his dick? Would his dick still respond if someone was squeezing or perhaps using a wooden spoon to beat those big churning sacks of semen? They both let out a scream and searched around to find something suitable to test out this theory. Hecate came up with a length of rubber hose probably used on both of them at some time or another, as they were quite the handful when they were younger. Hitting his balls with just the right amount of force proved to be a tricky business; too little and nothing much of anything happened, too much and he screamed bloody murder and if anything his cock got even smaller and softer if such were possible.

       On occasion both were able to strike with just the right amount of force, yielding the beginnings of an erection on his part, even if the previous blow had been so hard it nearly drove his scrotum into his asshole. They were now convinced that the hose was too crude for the task and set out to see what the kitchen would yield in the way of wooden spoons and the like.

       The imps could not resist temptation and stopped at the door to the new family members' room and pricked  up their shell-like ears for any evidence of hanky-panky taking place behind that closed and locked portal. They were not disappointed. There were sighs from Lilith, grunts from Walter and an occasional hiss from her as perhaps her attacker had made some new move that she hadn't been prepared to accommodate. The twins clamped their hands to their mouths to make sure that no sound was transmitted to the keen ears of their servant and keeper. However when Lilith began screaming for Walter to "bite it, hard!", they decided it was time to leave the lovebirds to their play.

       Upon their return bearing their loot taken from the kitchen, they stopped to listen at the door once more in hope of further entertainment, and were richly rewarded. Lilith was screaming at the top of her lungs and begging, "No please, not there, it hurts so. I know! I know! It hurts, please, please not there. Oh please god, have mercy I'm only a little girl, my hole can't stretch that wide not after what they did to it before. Do my cunt, it loves your cock, do my cunt!"

       At first they were royally entertained, but as the screaming and begging continued and the words coming from the girl sank into them, their faces were no longer stretched by smiles, but had become intent and then almost sorrowful. Angela took the lead and motioned for her sister to follow. Soon they had returned to room A and their captive, glad to be away from the terrible screams and words that told of some horrible thing that had happened in Lilith's past. Could it be connected to her brother's odd behavior? They had some hints but nothing substantial to back their suspicions, at least not yet.

                               ( To be continued - rolf palsy )

                            Wimp Family's Training - Chapter 07

       The twins got busy working with their new family member. They had liberated some twine used for trussing fowl before cooking, and put it to good use. When they were finished, Carl's scrotum was neatly pinched off and anchored firmly to the table, making it easy to both control his movements and target his testicles with the various kitchen utensils they'd brought back with them. The baster proved to be quite useful as an adjunct to their fingers when it came to stimulating his prostate. The wooden spoon, plastic spatula and a metal whisk all proved to be useful when it came to delivering measured blows to his testicles with the intent to keeping him sexually excited. Hecate, being the imp she was at times, could not reisist bringing along an old fashioned nutcracker she found buried in one of the drawers,and threatening poor, wimpy Carl with dire consequences if he failed to properly satisfy her and Angela.

       The twins took turns checking out the various weapons they intended to add to their arsenal of things to control Carls' sex urges. Hecate becoming bored with the process which bordered on the tedious, decided to see how good his tongue was. She quickly realized it was excellent and seemed independent of his erection problem. She laughed, delighted at the sensations that fat tongue caused as it skillfully probed and penetrted all her hot spots and set off quite a few brush fires in the process. Based on her sister's dreamy expression, flushed face and loud panting, Angela knew something good was happening on the table, and naturally she wanted a piece of the action as well.

       Carl proved to be a real find when it came to eating pussy. Whoever had taught him the tricks he used on them was an expert, and definitely not a member of the male race. They got so involved in enjoying the sensations he produced in their still maturing genitals, that they almost lost track of the main goal they were trying to accomplish. Angela finally brought herself and Hecate down from the sexual high that Carl had instilled in the twins,and tried to refocus their efforts to make him produce a hard cock on demand. Her sister was still a bit on the giddy side, and kept threatening Carl with the nutcracker, which did little to aid the search for the magic potion or amulet that would free the dragon from its cave on a regular basis. Before they knew it, Walter was poking his head into the room and announcing that dinner would be served in half an hour, thus ending this session in room A for today.

       All the effort they'd put into today's activities had made them ravenous and as they demolished heaps of steaming food excellently prepared by their master's servant, Carl sat between them, still in cuffs and was hand fed the greens, grains and avocados that were his meal for the evening. Hecate couldn't resist asking Walter, as a way to tease the hapless Carl, if the boy's meal would build up his sperm count. To her amazement he nodded and assured her that he would be rarin' to go the next time he was near a good looking lady who needed her itch scratched.

       The twins squealed with delight, betraying their age and bringing a smile to the servant's face. It was a tired smile since he had been scratching Lilith's itches for a lot longer than a man his age should, but he justified it as helping his master in his hour of need. It appeared to him that he was an the verge of solving the mystery of the new family members, including Darla Warren. If he was correct, tonight Carl would prove his theory with a vengeance.

       Meanwhile the two imps continued to tease their captive immercifully. Although Walter couldn't see what was going on, he could imagine what was happening under the table by the look on the boy's face and the sneaky grins that crossed his twin charges' countenances that ranged from bold to innocent with dizzying speed. Poor Carl, first one set of hands squeezing his scrotum until his penis began to harden. Then another set teasing his stiff sex organ with slow strokes that made his breathing change and sweat begin to bead his forehead.

       However the young ladies from hell were finally frustrated, realizing that they could only go so far without revealing what they were doing to the lad. Neither wanted to face Walter's wrath after what they had seen and heard today. It was Angela who leaned over and whispered in Carl's ear that tomorrow she and Hecate were going to drain his balls dry and then tie his limp dick into a knot when he could no longer deliver the goods. To the amazement of her sister, who was still fondling his cock, it stiffened and actually pulsed in her hand for a time, a feeling that was decidedly creepy as far as she was concerned.

       Walter had another big surprise in store for the twins after dinner was finished. He ordered them to take the teenager and give him a lengthy cold shower, as cold as it could get. He would then decide when Carl was properly cooled down and ready for bed. They had a field day tormenting him, as he shivered and shook under the torrent of near freezing water that turned his cock into a pitiful lump the size of a small nestling and made his balls disappear up into his groin. Walter almost caught Angela in the act when he popped into the bathroom to check on their progress. He gave her a knowing smile and she shivered, not from the cold, but the propect of what she might have faced had he caught her red-handed.

       The tall black man was satisfied with Carl's condition and told the twins to meet him in the rec room where he had a little treat in store for them. They left him and the new family member and did as he had ordered. On the way to the rec room they discussed the treat, which was a great mystery to them and might or might not be something pleasant. Hecate started to bewail the fates, imagining all sorts of reasons why she and her sister were about to be punished. The big bugbear was the possibility that Walter knew they were eavesdropping on his session with Lilith and was about to exact his pound of flesh or more even, from them. Angela was more optimistic and warned Hecate about giving Walter any hint that she had a guilty conscience about anything.

       Ten minutes after they had seated themselves, awaiting the arrival of Walter, he made his grand entrance with one of the biggest smiles on his face they had ever seen. He settled down into an overstuffed chair facing them and leaned forward. By the time he finished speaking, the twins  were sitting there stunned, with their mouths open and in danger of catching flies. He had been one step ahead of them the entire time, and now here came the proof.

       "I've had a rather busy day as you two probably realize. Bad enough I had to discipline Lilith, but  sending the greater part of the day nailing her in every hole to make sure that my theory was correct has taken so much out of me that I'll have to postpone your generous offers for sex with this exhausted old man. Oh, by the way, I did hear the two of you outside the door to room B while I was treating Lilith, and I'm afraid that particular breach of decorum will have to become a subject when the master returns. However tonight let us all sit back and enjoy the show from the new family members' room. I'm sure you both will be as surprised as I was to discover the other side of these two children that the master has taken under his wing so to speak. So without  further ado, let's watch what unfolds."

       He flipped on the screen to display what was occurring in the room downstairs. The twins shrieked in unision as the screen showed Lilith, her wrists cuffed behind her back, kneeling on the floor. Sitting on the edge of the bed was her brother with a massive erection, about half of it wedged into her mouth. He had his hands buried in her hair and was using them like reins as he pushed and pulled her head back and forth over his stiff tool. "Take it all you miserable whore!" He chanted this phrase over and over in rhythm to his large cock going further and further into her mouth and beginning to block her air passageway. Lilith choked and coughed, a streamer of saliva dripping down her chin and slowly extending in an unbroken filament towards the wooden floor.

       "Oh my god! Oh my god! Look at what he's doing to that poor girl. What turned him into this monster?", exclaimed Angela.

       Hecate was too busy drooling over the size and hardness of his cock to pay heed to her sister's question. Lilith started to l blow snot bubbles as her brother picked up the pace and his cock acted like a buzz saw on her tender throat. The twins let out a sceam when he suddenly let go of her hair just long enough to use the palms of his hands to box her ears. She managed to pull her head back, freeing her throat of the invader and capturing a few gulps of precious air before the next assault began.

       Carl pulled his sister onto the narrow bed and wrestled with her until her legs were hanging over his shoulders, and his huge cock was positioned at the entrance to her cunt. "I'm going to split that diseased cunt like the rotted piece of garbage it is!", he claimed just before he shifted his hips and pounded that log into her twat. It took a number of vicious strokes for it to be properly seated, and then he gave his sister hell.

       She yelled, she yelped, she shook, she quivered, she begged, she screamed and then she asked for more to the absolute amazement of the twins. He gave her more and then some, his cock almost totally disppearing between her scarlet cunt lips that were so bloated with blood they appeared on the verge of bursting  any second. This teenage girl was hot and getting hotter by the minute as her brother fed her his cock at an incredible pace. The twins could do nothing but stare at the screen and occasionally glance over to each other for some degree of support. This was brutal stuff they were witnessing, and it looked as if it was just beginning. Suddenly Carl's body stiffened and he pulled his twitching prick free of her clasping cunt so it could coat his sister's face with an ocean of cum that spurted like a torrent of water from a firehose.

       As soon as his cock finished painting his sister's face, Carl went back on the offense, jamming his still hard cock into her cunt and making her grunt from the pain. He put his hands on her tits and leaned forward, placing more of his weight against those youthful bags of firm flesh until they were flattened. His hips began pumping and that big prick started to excavate another load of cunt sludge from deep within her juicing fuck tunnel. Walter chuckled and said in a low voice, "That's my boy, go to it! Make her beg for more." The twins were scandalized at this remark, once more revealing their immaturity about the entire situation that was unfolding before them.

       For the next hour Carl never gave his sister a moment's rest. The poor thing had no way to defend herself since she was cuffed and he wasn't, not to mention he outweighed her by forty pounds. He used her as he saw fit, not even bothering to let her know in advance what his plans for her were, until his cock was entering her from some strange angle or using a position that was not exactly standard. The twins were astonished at what the teen knew about things sexual. How could this be considering his mother and sister? Why was he a tiger with his sister and a lamb with them? All the while Walter listened to their nervous chatter and unanswerable questions and just smiled.

       Part of the answer came when Carl decided that Lilith hadn't been too dynamic or that interested in some of the things he was doing to her tight interior. He rolled onto his back and had the girl mount him and do all the work while he just lay there and let her bounce up and down on his hard cock that never seemed to grow soft. The camera picked up the fresh cuts on her ass, obviously made by the same implement Walter had used on her bottom previously. That made the twins gasp as they realized just how violent that afternoon session between Walter and Lilith had been.

       Walter smiled and reached over to turn the monitor off once Carl and Lilith finished the grand finale, his first bout of anal intercourse with his younger sister.  At first she had screamed  and yelled, struggling madly to prevent him from sinking his hard length of dick into her asshole, but he persisted. Inch by slow inch he invaded her most tender region and gradually she became accustomed to the size of the intruder and learned how to accommodate herself to it to minimize the pain and discomfort. It took a few more minutes before her anal passageway was dilated sufficiently for him to move easier and with less force. 

       Gradually her howls and screams decreased in volume and then were replaced by long drawn out moans and even sighs as she  adjusted to being sodomized by her brother. The twins were boggled by what they witnessed, and it showed on their faces. The click and the fading picture on the screen seemed to wake them from the trance in which they had been for the last hour or so.

       When Walter spoke, they shook themselves and waited expectantly after he said " I suppose you two want to know what's going on and what caused what you just saw? It's a rather complicated situation and I'm not at all sure I have all the answers yet, but by the time the master returns I should have a very interesting story to relate to him."

                       ( To be continued - rolf palsy )

                            Wimp Family's Training - Chapter 08

       The twins were jumping up and down in their seats, unable to contain themselves. Hecate went so far as to offer her hindquarters in exchange for everything that Walter knew concerning Lilith and Carl. Since the old servant felt even older after the excesses of today, what normally might have gotten his attention and ardor, this time was declined with thanks. However there was a twinkle in his eyes that told the twins that part of the mystery was about to be revealed.

       Once his charges settled down he took a deep breath and began his exposition. Based on the behavior of Lilith with her brother and her reaction to Hecate's overtures, it was obvious that she had something buried in her subconscious that was trying its best to come to the surface. That might explain the love bite she gave Hecate and her reaction to her brother's overtures as well. With Hecate she was more active, probably because she was a female and even younger than she.

       For a weakling Carl showed a great deal of ambivalence. Walter had to explain the meaning of that big word and was successful after a time. He would occasionally forget that although they were rather precocious when it came to matters sexual, the rest of their education was a bit behind the curve. When it came to his younger sister Carl displayed a trace of aggression, but mostly he tried to use guile to have his way with her. She in turn acted as if she was a victim, but in actuality she gave into his wants, but disguised as self-preservation more than acquiescence. There was another brief pause as he explained the meaning of a few more words that he employed.

       He paused to gather his thoughts and then moved on to the relationship between the twins and Carl, which was the key to solving most of the mystery. Considering how easily he developed erections in the presence of his sister, not forgetting his performance while she was being punished for harming Hecate, his inability to produce as required by the twins was most contradictory. In truth he was the reluctant dragon, in a sense playing out his little game in much the same fashion as Lilith was in her dealings with him. It was only when they discovered that he responded to pain in a rather unique way, that things came into place. Had they not be interrupted by Walter's summons to dinner they might have had all the proof they needed.

       The old servant had decided earlier in the day after Lilith had been suitably punished, that he would pressure her to see how far he could go. Acting as the aggressor and already having demonstrated his dominance, she was easy prey. He discovered over the course of the afternoon that she was tremendously submissive, and seemed to have no limits to what indignities she would tolerate.

       An excellent example was when he decided to sodomize her. She begged and cried for him not to do this terrible thing to her, but at the same time, even with her hands cuffed behind her back, Lilith had assumed the proper postion and pried her cheeks apart to make penetration even easier. The twins exchanged knowing glances, immediately recalling the girl's screams and pleading while they were listening at the door.

       To validate his theory he arranged for Carl to have the upper hand once they were alone, or so he thought they were. He was free while his sister was still restrained, and instantly took advantage of the situation. As they all saw, he came out of his shell and did a reasonably good job of dominating and debasing his younger sister, reinforcing in her what Walter had begun earlier in the day. He was the master and she the slave or perhaps an unruly servant. That oblique reference to his own state in the household was not lost on the twins who silently vowed to pay him much more respect and "haul his ashes" anytime he needed their  assistance.

       Walter turned on the monitor once more to check on the twosome. Carl was out like a light, snoring loudly while his sister was crouched by the foot of the bed still concerned that he might awaken and begin to attack her again. He smiled and commented that the little something extra he slipped into the boy's meal tonight had taken effect just as advertized. This brought a sigh of relief from the twins. Before the old black man left to retrieve the girl from the basement room, he made a suggestion to the twins about how they might add some more information to what he had already accumulated.

       They were thrilled to be part of this investigation and quickly agreed to the plan. Tomorrow there would be a falling out between them in Carl's presence, with Angela overpowering her sibling and putting her in cuffs. She would ask the youth for his help in punishing her sister for being insolent towards not only herself but him and his sister, claiming they were unworthy to become family members because they were too weak. If Carl rose to the bait, Hecate would be in for some wild times before Walter rescued her from their clutches. 

       To be on the safe side, both twins would be wearing their custom made catchers' mitts. These diaphragms had been used successfully ever since they turned thirteen, and originally had been made as a birthday gift that was put to work that very day and on various and sundry occasions ever since. They were refitted every six months and naturally there was no exchange of money, just twin twat for new catchers' mitts.

       That night the twins cozied up to each other and had a mini-celebration of sorts under the covers, enjoying the taste of each other's flesh, something they did more often than their master knew. On the other hand, Walter had ferreted them out over a year ago, going so far as to make tapes of their private activities. For his silence on the matter, they paid tribute in the form of firm female flesh, not too often, but enough to keep all parties fairly well satisfied with the arrangement. It had been some time since he brought out the original tapes and watched them while the twins took turns getting him off by means of their warm, wet mouths and flickering tongues, along with their hot, moist twats that felt like churns of melted butter to their old faithful retainer.

       Bright and early the next morning they roused a sleeping Carl from his slumbers, cuffed him and took the lad to the bathroom for his morning ablutions. The twins bickered back and forth in his presence and went so far as to give him a large cold water enema,  not a usual part of his routine. Hecate playing the role of the bad twin cackling at his discomfort, while Angela spent her time fondling his limp sex organ and dangling testicles. This was the Carl they originally thought they knew. Just to be sure Hecate took the liberty of squeezing his scrotum viciously and within seconds had started a response that yielded a fairly impressive erection despite the chilling effect of the enema.

       Walter had put both new family members on strict diets, very small portions of healthful foods twice a day. After voiding and taking a cold shower he was marched, still dripping, to the small dining room off the kitchen. When he inquired where his sister was, the twins shrugged and said only Walter knew the answer to that. If truth be told, they would have wagered some serious money that Lilith and Walter were spending some quality time in his bedroom. It was fairly evident from what they had heard going on in room B that Walter was quite taken with the new female flesh, even if it was out of shape and still significantly repressed.

       After breakfast they marched their captive to Room A to continue what they were doing before dinner last night. They quickly had him up on the table and strapped down securely. Hecate did the honors, tying off his scrotum and attaching it firmly to the table. Now they prepared to use the various candidate implements on his vulnerable and most sensitive testicles. They took turns whacking his scrotum until it was swollen to half again its original size. While one pounded his balls, the other manipulated his cock and found it responsive thanks to the constant pain being delivered to his family jewels.

       Hecate escalated matters by removing her white cotton panties and displaying her neaty trimmed pubic mound with those cute cunt lips peeking through the golden tendrils that grew all around that girl gash. Like a little monkey she climbed up onto the table and settled her private parts down against Carl's face, wiggling her cute butt until she was satisfied that Carl's face was precisely molded to the entrance of her tight teen twat. He needed no instructions, his fat tongue instantly going to work on her warm pebbled flesh, worming its way inside her cunt and starting to drain all the girl goo that she began to dispense.

       Angela was the one who made the tumblers click, sucking the head of his semihard dick at the same time she applied steady pressure to his balls by squeezing them. Carl began fucking her mouth as she kept at him. Meanwhile her sibling was enjoying some of the best pussy eating she'd experienced to date. That young man really knew his way around a girl's pussy and environs. After a couple of minutes of frantic suctioning and squeezing Carl's balls until they threatened to burst, he gave Angela a taste of what was churning away inside his scrotum. There was so much of it, that she started blowing snot bubbles of cum. Hecate had a bird's eye view of the goings-on and she urged Carl to drown her sister with his spendings. That started the cat fight.

       Hecate accused her sister of hogging Carl's cock all to herself. Words went back and forth and the level of acrimony grew rapidly. Suddenly Hecate launched her bare body at her surprised sister and the two of them began rolling around on the floor, shouting and pulling each other's hair. Angela finally got the upper hand and began choking her sibling who struggled mightily but soon passed out from lack of enough air to continue. Quick as a wink Angela got to her feet and grabbed a pair of cuffs that  just happened to be haning from the table on which Carl was secured. Moments later Hecate was her captive and Carl looked on with his mouth wide and his eyes big as saucers.

       It took all of a minute or two for Angela to give Carl the phony story they had concocted last night, and seconds for Carl to buy it totally. When she hinted that she might free him if he'd help her discipline Hecate, his cock started to harden and his face grew hard. For a time the twin wondered if she was doing the right thing. Carl certainly wasn't looking like a wimp at this moment. Mentally crossing her fingers she freed the teenager from his bonds and stepped back.

       In no time at all, an "unconscious" Hecate was strapped down to the table, her ankles locked into the stirrups and thighs spread wide.

       "Nothing like a good prodding to show this little cock teaser who is in charge," Carl said in a voice that was positively venomous.

       Now it was Angela's turn to gape at him with her eyes big as plates, no less. She was hoping that Walter was in the vicinity, because in his current state of mind there was no stopping Carl just by herself. Her "co-conspirator" hopped up on the table and rammed his hard cock into Hecate's tight pussy, driving the air from her lungs and forcing her eyes open.

       There was no doubt that Walter was right about Carl. The weakling was acting like some beast of the jungle and was going to have her sister for his meal here and now. Angela wailed as he proceeed to pound her sister's pussy into a swollen mass of pain and randomly firing synapses that sent mixed signals to her brain and other nearby organs. Poor Hecate was in a world of hurt and howling like a banshee, while Angela stood there wringing her hands in dismay.

       It was Walter to the rescue. He burst into the room and ordered Carl to cease and desist in no uncertain terms. The fact that the old retainer was also waving a pistol did wonders towards coaxing the teen who stopped his assault in mid-stroke, as Hecate heaved a sigh of relief and also made a mental note to cultivate this young tiger once he settled down and became a member of the family. It might take many months before he was housebroken, but she could wait. Who knows, she might get the opportunity to assist in his training?

                                 ( To be continued - rolf palsy )

                         Wimp Family's Training - Chapter 09

       Walter and the twins weren't the only ones learning things about the new family members. A day after Darla Warren was admitted into the private hospital that catered only to a very select group of clients, Damon Jordan was getting a preliminary evaluation from the physician heading the team that was examining his new slave. According to the doctor, without a doubt the patient showed evidence of severe physical trauma that might have occurred as long as four to six months ago. When asked about this, she claimed to have no recollection of anything happening to her that might account for these injuries.

       A through pelvic examination had revealed gross damage to her vagina that likely had been caused by the forcible entry of various items including but not limited to wooden, plastic or hard rubber rods, fists, and sex organs, both human as well as animal. Faint traces of canine semen had been extracted from a tissue sample removed from deep within her vagina.

       A similar pattern of trauma was observed in her anal region. Her sphincter muscle had lost more than half of its elasticity, once again from forcible entry of the items identified previously. A colonoscopy had revealed numerous areas in the lower intestines that had been perforated by very small foreign bodies that were likely introduced via repeated enemas, held for extremely long periods of time.

       Both her fingers and toes showed that many months previous, foreign objects, probably needles or metal slivers, had been inserted beneath the nails and in some cases heated to burn the flesh as well. Excluding the fresh cane marks, there was substantial evidence that many months prior to this examination her buttocks, thighs, stomach and breasts had been beaten repeatedly using implements ranging from canes to rubber hoses. The amount of deep soft tissue damage was considerable, as would be the case after a series of repeated beatings of the areas in question.

       The evidence was overwhelming that sometime in that time frame the subject had undergone a fairly lengthy period of torture and likely rapings that were so severe in nature that she blocked them from her consciousness. This explained her lack of memory concerning the trauma. However in the opinion of the physician, before any progress could be made in healing her mentally she would have to dredge up those terrible memories and face them with the help of a qualified psychiatrist.

       Damon Jordan was stunned at these revelations. This was not something for which he had planned when he decided to take her and the children under his aegis. Then it struck him; what about her children? Had they too fallen victim to the same people who had perpetrated these atrocities on their mother? This was something he had to deal with immediately. He gave the medical man permission to begin shock therapy whenever he saw fit, promising to return tomorrow to witness the procedure and her reactions. In the meantime he would be talking to Walter and finding out what had transpired back at the manor.

       His factotum had indeed unearthed evidence that would confirm that the Warren children were also afflicted with post traumatic shock, being unable to articulate what had happened to them in the past. His two imps had managed to get  themselves in some hot water, but nothing severe enough to make Walter react too violently. On the plus side they were assisting him in trying to break down the mental barriers that prevented Carl from behaving normally when it came to sex. He assured Damon that they were in no danger of missing their periods, guaranteeing that they would not require the services of the local physician at the end of the month. He would not make the same promise when it came to Lilith, which brought a chuckle from his master.

       "I presume you're playing some mind games on the twins. That isn't fair, they are definitely not sophisticated enough to grasp what type of trap you are setting for them. You should be ashamed of yourself, but knowing you, you aren't. That is one of the reasons that I haven't gotten rid of you by now."

       They shared the in joke before ending their conversation. Damon would be spending at least the next couple of days witnessing a few procedures that the hospital staff would be trying on his new slave. He encouraged Walter to continue working on the problem with the Warren teens and to expect him back at the manor by the weekend.

       The next morning Damon Jordan was ushered into the observation room located above the group of technicians and physicians surrounding his slave, Darla Warren. She was naked, revealing her big tits and shaved pubic mound. The brunette was strapped onto an articulated table used mainly for making pelvic examinations. This one had been modified to allow much more to be done to the patient. He quickly took in the nest of wiring that ran from her body to the black boxes contained in two large racks that towered over the group working to ready Darla for the first test.

       Damon asked the physician assigned to him about the headphones she was wearing, and was told they transmitted messages to her that might trigger a response that could provide a hint about what caused her injuries. Before he could ask, the man explained that the phallic shaped cylinder being inserted into her vagina would also be utilized to unblock whatever barrier had been put up in her mind. He added that whatever had been used on her previously had left her vagina quite loose for a woman of her age. Naturally once the psychological problems had been addressed, her body's physical imperfections could mostly be repaired surgically.

       Without any fanfare things began to happen down below in the theater. The dildo began plunging in and out of Darla's cunt at a good clip from the onset. She started to shift her hips to accommodate the speed and depth of the thrusts. Then her eyes got wide and her body grew rigid. Damon was somewhat perplexed by this reaction until his companion observed that the first of many verbal messages had been sent, and offered a headset so he might listen to what was being fed into the subject's mind. It was quite powerful and pulled no punches.

       "Pay attention you cunt! Do you think we have all day to screw around trying to figure what the fuck is the matter with you? How do you like that big hard cock working away inside that diseased whorish twat? I'll bet you never met a dick your pussy didn't want to wrap around and squeeze. You wait until this monster really gets going, you'll think your dripping pussy is getting sandblasted!"

       It was heavy duty with no frills. He wondered if it would do more harm than good, but realized that he was paying a considerable sum of money for these people to do what they thought was proper. Damon settled back and tried to enjoy the show. He couldn't help noticing that Darla's pussy was dripping cunt sludge that was coating the shaft of the cylinder which had picked up the pace and was pounding away so fast it looked like one solid piece of pulsating ebony material locked tightly into her fuckbox. He wondered if he might be allowed to purchase this type of equipment for future use once he had Darla back in his manor and ready for retraining.

       After nearly fifteen minutes of brutal, mechanical rape, they stopped the machine and gave her a few minutes to rest. However the tape continued to play all manner of vicious insults and threats into Darla's ears.  His attention was now focused on the enema they were preparing to administer to her. They were sure this was something she had endured during the missing part of her past. The plan was not to try to duplicate the contents, but instead make the process as painful and humiliating as possible.

       To this end they were going to pump the contents of the enema bag into her bowels at a velocity that would tax her intestinal walls, creating terrible pain. In parallel the tape would now bombard her with shrill dissonance created by various discordant sounds such as metal being cut and twisted against a background of shreiking animals and the screams of humans in terrible pain. All this was merely to soften her up for the more serious efforts to penetrate the wall that surrounded her memories of that frightful period in her life.

       Darla took a little over three quarts of hot water laced with very finely ground rock salt. Her belly grew rounded in less than half a minute and positively bulging by the time the pump finished injecting the salt solution into her bowels. She held it for many long minutes, perspiration coating her trembling body as the enema wrecked havoc in her lower intestines. What she evacuated was pinkish, evidence that the rock salt had done substantial, but not lethal damage to her bowels.

       They allowed her to regain her composure before reintroducing the mechanical cock and letting it have another go at her loose, sloppy cunt that the techs compared to an old whore who had been turning tricks for twenty years without missing so much as a day on the job. Damon grew bored with these preliminaries and told his liaison that he had other business to handle and would return once some progress had been made.

       Meanwhile Walter and the twins were hatching another plan that might shed even more light on the mystery involving the Warrens. Hecate had volunteered to act as the canary in the coal mine, offering up her bound, bare body to Carl in still another experiment to get to the bottom of his strange behavior. To date they had learned that the sight of his sister's naked body sexually excited him, and having her helpless and at his mercy turned him into a jungle beast.

       At issue was the question whether it was his sister or the restraints that changed his character so drastically. What better way to find out than to arrange for a handcuffed and very naked Hecate Jordan to be locked in with the youth for the night. Naturally he was unaware of the camera recording everything that went on in that chilly little room. This would almost assure that no serious harm could come to the guinea pig, as they nicknamed the twin.

       To set the bait, Walter took Lilith out of their room during the day and gave her a good going over as only he could. The teenager's private parts were pounded, pummeled, parted, penetrated, and she also swore that he actually pulverized them as well. Now Carl was not aware of what was going on, so when Walter intimated that Hecate had gone overboard and severely hurt Lilith, and for her punishment he was letting Carl decide her fate, the youth bought his story hook, line and sinker. That evening Hecate would be escorted by Walter into the room occupied by Carl and turned over to him for the night, to do with as he pleased. The stage was now almost set, nothing could go wrong, go wrong, go wrong.....

                       ( To be continued - rolf palsy )

                          Wimp Family's Training - Chapter 10

       That evening Damon was given a guided tour of the rest of the facility, a Mecca for clients like himself who had need for its unique services. Certain portions were off limits to all except the staff, but that still left a great deal of very interesting things to observe that were taking place behind the walls of this exclusive private hospital. As his host explained, the hospital also catered to troubled teens, cheating spouses and those adults with psychic maladies such as child abuse, pedophilia, excessive masochism or sadism and forced incest.

       There were currently seven teenagers, only two of them male, undergoing treatments for various antisocial behavior. They ranged in age from thirteen to seventeen, and their average stay at the hospital was projected to be a minimum of two to four months. They stood behind a one-way mirror and observed one of the teens being treated. The boy was perhaps fifteen and was being treated for some very unhealthy obsessive compulsive behavior towards his mother, an average looking woman in her mid forties who had recently divorced her latest husband. Twice within a month previous to his admission, he had attempted to rape his mother, the second time successfully.

       The lad was naked and strapped down to his bed, wrists and ankles locked in manacles attached to the corners of the bed. He was on the thin side and his sex organ, now erect, was of average size. Seated beside the bed was a motherly-looking, plump woman with good sized breasts wearing only a pair of off-white cotton panties. She was stroking him at a good clip, her other hand gently fondling his tight testicles. The youth was perspiring heavily and did not look very happy over what was happening.

       Damon's escort brought up the lad's chart and his vital signs such as pulse, blood pressure and the like. According to the instructions he was to be brought to a minimum of six ejaculations, more if possible, during his waking period of twenty hours. Those nurses administering this treatment were deliberately chosen for their appearance and demeanor. Based on the data, the boy was probably thirty to forty-five minutes away from an ejaculation, his seventh of the session. Damon whistled at the lad's ability,and was told that when he was first administered and they had him on nitrides he was ejaculating over a dozen times per cycle until his blood pressure got so elevated that they had to back off on the medication. He suggested they move on to another patient and return later to witness the ejaculation.

       Before entering the next observation area Damon was warned that the patient's appearance made it appear she was in much worse physical condition than she actually was. The teenage female had been admitted two months ago suffering from anorexia nervosa coupled with a case of incipient nymphomania, strange for one so young. She was nothing but skin and bones thanks to the combination of her aversion to eating and the extreme burning of calories from having extended bouts of sexual intercourse. Her condition had improved somewhat, but the issue of her survival was still in doubt.

       Despite his escort's warning Damon was shocked at what he saw. The teen looked like a survivor from a concentration camp, her bones stretching the papery skin covering them. However it was the line of orderlies waiting to have sex with this wraith that shocked him. Presently a monster weighing well over two hundred pounds was between her shrunken thighs and he was pounding her mercilessly. Every stroke he delivered made her entire body quake and shiver. Like the previous patient she was manacled to the corners of the bed and absolutely helpless to prevent whatever this army of assailants could dish out to her.

       Then he noticed the IVs attached to each of her pipe stem arms.  According to her chart, which was shown at the edge of the one-way mirror, only one was feeding her nutrients, the other was a mixture of sex stimulants and amphetamines that kept her eager for sex with all these men. Rather than try to deal with both conditions at once, it was easier to satisfy her need for sex while focusing every effort on dealing with her anorexia, which presently was the one that could quickly terminate her life.

       They took a quick side trip to the adult section where some twenty-five patients were housed. Damon was given a view of one very attractive, well built woman in her mid-thirties who was stark naked and hanging by her wrists from a hook in the ceiling of this stark room that was merely four walls and a concrete floor equipped with a large drain. From the looks of the welts and a few bleeding cuts that criss-crossed her body, she had just been whipped.

       The patient had been caught cheating on her wealthy husband and given the option of a divorce settlement that precluded any alimony, or a stint in the hospital where she would undergo corporal punishment as part of her rehabilitation. It was all very legal and would stand up in a court of law. Damon observed that he wouldn't mind adding some fresh welts to her anatomy if given the opportunity. To his delight, his escort said that could be arranged if he didn't mind coming in a little bit before his appointment tomorrow. The patient was scheduled to be whipped again in the morning, a rather lengthy beating this time as per her husband's instructions.

       They moved to one more patient, the young lover of a wealthy, overweight, mature woman who had some very powerful connections. She had him under surveillance, revealing that he was cheating on her. Given the choice between rehabilitation and meeting with a very bad accident, he opted for admission to the hospital for a stay that might be as brief as a month or long as half a year depending upon his progress. When they looked in through the one way mirror he was on a narrow bed in a straitjacket, his spread legs shackled to the corners. Two nurses were currently working on him.

       One, a naked, older woman with a thick bush of greying pubic hair, was sitting on his face, urging him to lick her pussy and not to miss any spots. He sported a rather large dick which was swollen from trapped blood thanks to the cockring that was clamped to the base of his organ. Wires were running from his balls and a second set of wires was glued to the head of his prick and midway down the shaft. Another nurse, with a pot belly and drooping tits, clad only in a pair of panties was checking the black box to which the wires terminated.

       She told her companion to get clear of the patient and after she did, he took a massive dose of electricity that fried his balls and cock. His entire body stiffened and then flopped around on the bed as much as his bonds would allow. The two nurses grinned and at a nod from the one, he received a second, even longer blast of electricity that made his cock twitch and then shrink rapidly. Damon was a little uncomfortable with what he was witnessing, being a dominant male and not used to seeing another male suffer such an indignity.

       Damon was impressed that his escort knew exactly when to bring him back to the first observation point. By then the lad was in the home stretch, mindlessly pumping away between the nurse's oiled tits as she crooned and urged him to give her a nice big load of thick cum. His pulse was racing at over one hundred and twenty beats per minute, and his blood pressure was something like one eighty over one ten. The escort smiled and gave the thumbs up sign just before the teen blew his nuts, sending a spurt of watery cum a couple of feet into the air before it arced downward, landing on his heaving chest.

       The dominant winced when he heard the nurse say that the teen had just enough time to give her one more nice juicy load before he had to rest up for more fun and games starting early tomorrow morning, long before most of the staff was even at their stations. As they left, the plump, motherly looking nurse was already hard at work, her head bobbing up and down as she sucked the teen's cock to keep it erect for another go-round.

       At the mansion, Walter was putting the final touches to the ruse they were planning for Carl. Hecate was stark naked, her hands cuffed behind her back, and over his knee for a sound spanking to make it look even more authentic. From the bulge in his pants which kept poking the twin in her tummy, Walter was having a grand time flattening her firm buns with his heavy hand. As his hand rose and fell like a well oiled machine, he encouraged her to struggle and by all means cry to make it look as realistic as possible. That she did and finally he was a satisfied, promising her a nice horsy ride afterward for her brave act. Leaving Angela to watch the monitor he marched his charge down to the basement.

       Carl jumped up from the bed, his hands balled into fists, eyes staring daggers at Hecate who was pushed into his room by the old black man.

       "Here is the trouble maker, she's all yours for the night. Do anything you want, but no blood or anything permanent else the master will have our heads when he gets back. I think it might be nice to give her  a bellyful of child tonight, something to remind the scamp of her place in this house."

       From the glint in Carl's eyes, Walter knew he had touched a nerve and he was sure that the teen would take the bait unaware that Hecate was bullet proof thanks to her catcher's mitt. He bid the pair a good night and made his exit, leaving the twin to try as best she could to vend off the boy's rage.

       It took him less than five minutes to return to Angela who was riveted to the monitor. He leaned over her and watched what was transpiring. Hecate was doing her best to stay away from Carl, but was slowly being cornered. Then he lashed out with his foot, catching the cute little teen in her soft belly. She doubled over in pain and he was upon her like a wild animal. Grabbing her by the hair, he pounded her head against the wall a few times and then brought his knee up between her legs, taking all the fight from her.

       He dragged the dazed twin to his bed and forced his hard cock into her tight little pussy with one powerful thrust that must have felt like a blow to the girl. Then the monitor failed, popping and arcing brightly for a brief portion of a second and then going black. Walter swore and headed for the basement to rescue Hecate from Carl who was showing signs of being totally out of control.

                            ( To be continued - rolf palsy )

                            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 )