Chapter 4. The Training Begins



Mandy choked and gasped as a vial of smelling salts was uncapped before her. She opened her eyes, disoriented. Slowly her eyes focused on a large, swarthy man who was bending over her. It was Jaffa. Mandy looked around, seeing the two guards standing behind Jaffa, her own nudity, and the dark panelled walls of the room where she had lost her virginity. The stark horror of her situation came flooding back to her. Her whole body ached. She tried to get up but she was too weak and her legs quivered from sheer exhaustion. One of the guards bent down behind her head and grabbed her by the upper arms.

Mandy grabbed the guard's leg, face up, sobbing again. "Please! No! I beg you." She cried, "Let me go!"

The guard hauled Mandy to her feet. Jaffa was in front of her. He grabbed a fistful of Mandy's blond hair, matted and tangled from her ordeal. Mandy's face wore a painful grimace, but she was too weak to struggle. "Listen carefully, slave." he said, still holding her hair. "Mr. D'Attilio's orders are that you are to take a thorough shower and then you will be allowed to rest. Do you understand?"

Terror was evident in Mandy's beautiful eyes. "Yes, I understand. Please don't hurt me."

Jaffa stepped back, leaving Mandy wobbly on her weak legs. Seeing the guards' stares, she tried to cover her breasts and pubic area with her hands. Her breasts were so large she succeeded only in making them bulge lewdly around her arm. Jaffa and the guards laughed at her discomfort, standing around her. They seemed to be in no hurry.

Still laughing, one of the guard produced a piece of rope with metal clip at one end and handed it to Jaffa. Jaffa clipped the rope to the band around her neck, and Mandy was then led off like an animal, Jaffa leading her in the front by the rope and the other guards walking on either side. Her naked breasts jiggled and bounced as she walked. Once, when she stumbled, the guard cracked her painfully in the ass with his bare hand. Again, they all laughed, watching her breasts jiggle.

She was led back to her bedroom. Jaffa led her straight to the attached bathroom, removed her leash, and then he and the guards left her. Mandy collapsed over the sink, crying. Her thoughts were incoherent. Her body ached everywhere, and she could still feel the pain in her bowels. Resolving herself slightly, she turned on the shower and stepped in. She wanted to rid herself of Dominic's greasy ejaculate, but with the physical cleaning came back all the nightmarish memories of her labia shaving and her rape, and she felt dirtier than ever. Tears mixed with water in the shower stall as Mandy sobbed. Finished, she collapsed in her bed and cried. She slept soundly, exhausted.

Some time later her rest was interrupted by rough hands shaking her. She awoke and saw Jaffa with two guards standing beside her bed. Desperately, Mandy tried to cover herself with the sheets. Jaffa laughed, "Forget your modesty, Miss Gray." Roughly, he pulled the sheet away from her. His hand reached down and and held her breast. His fingers sank into the flesh, which bulged softly.

"Don't touch me!" cried Mandy, slapping at Jaffa's hand and trying to cover herself. once again with the sheet. Jaffa stared at Mandy, his eyes red with fury.

"Seize her!" he commanded.

Mandy struggled desperately, kicking and fighting as the guards grabbed her and dragged her out of bed. Again, her enormous breasts jiggled and bounced, giving the guards a visual treat. The guards were strong, and Mandy had no chance. Soon she was standing between them - each of her arms held tightly behind her back.

Jaffa's eyes were cold and he had a cruel smile on his lips. Wordlessly, he slapped Mandy across her face several times. Her head jerked back and forth, tears flying off her skin. Then he stopped, and waited for Mandy to look at him. Finally she did, her face a mask of fear and panic.

Jaffa held her gaze with his own. Suddenly his hand came up sharply on the underside of her right breast. "Whap!" The flesh bounced up so high it touched her chin. Then the other - "Whap!" Both her breasts bounced and leaped as the underhanded blows continued. The men held her arms tightly, and she could feel them leaning forward to watch her breasts jiggling and bouncing. "Whap! Whap!" Jaffa continued his stare, but Mandy could not look. She hung her head, but then a breast hit her in the face. The men laughed.

Jaffa reached out to grasp each of her nipples in his hands, squeezed them tightly. For a moment he held them, and then he started to shake them violently. Her breast flesh jiggled and bounced as the guards watched, each still holding her arms solidly. Finally he stopped. Mandy was still sobbing as Jaffa grabbed her hair and lifted up her head. "Is there a part of your body you do not want me to touch?" he said mockingly.

Mandy shivered, frightened. Jaffa laughed. "The blows to your breasts were for your hitting me," he hissed, "But this is just for fun!" Mandy gasped in pain as Jaffa reached down and grabbed hard on a few strands of her pubic hair. Jaffa pulled hard enough that the hair came out. Mandy sobbed in shame, her eyes downcast, her eyelashes trembling. Jaffa laughed in satisfaction and gestured to the guards, "Take her to the training room! Secure her there as the Master instructed!"

Mandy was dragged helplessly down a hallway and into yet another room. This one was empty except for some flat cupboards against one wall, and a bar set horizontally into the wall on the opposite side. The guards pushed her roughly up against the bar, which hit her in the middle of her back, just below her shoulder blades. One guard held her there and forced her arms back over the bar, which was about a foot off the wall. The other guard went to the cupboard and came back with some items made of black leather. Two of these were tubes that were forced over each arm, and pushed up past her elbows. They fit very tightly, especially after internal straps were tightened on each end. Then Mandy noticed that the tubes could be fastened to the bar, so that her upper arms were locked in place behind the bar. The guard holding her now let her go, and Mandy struggled with her restraints, her breasts jiggling and her legs flying.

The guards stepped back to admire their handiwork. Mandy presented an exciting sight. Her skin and hair were clean and fresh after her shower. Her eyes were wide with anger and fright. And her breasts were an amazing treat, bouncing and jiggling on her arched chest.

Mandy kicked out at one of the guards, but he caught her ankle easily. As the other guard held her other leg, he fastened her ankle to a hook set along the bottom of the wall. Her other leg was fastened in a similar fashion, so that her legs were held about two feet apart at the ankles. Then one of the guards produced another strap, this one thinner than the others, with two clips dangling from short elastic cords. He knelt down in front of Mandy and secured the strap around her left thigh, high up, with the clips dangling down about an inch apart between her legs. A similar strap was then attached to her other leg.

A moment later Mandy gasped in horror as she felt the guard reach up to her vagina, and enter her with two fingers. Placing his thumb roughly on the outside of her left labia, he pulled it out, stretching it and causing her to gasp again in pain and embarrassment. The other guard grabbed her hips to keep her from moving. The first continued to stretch out her lip and then with his other hand faqstened the two clips from her thigh strap on either side of his thumb. The clips were tight, and had little teeth that hurt where they grabbed her flesh.

He then let go, and her vagina closed up, with two clips attached. The guard then shifted position, and while the other one continued to hold her hips, he stretched out her right labia in the same way, and attached the clips from her right thigh strap. He let go, and her vagina again closed up, with the four clips attached.

The guard then placed his thumbs against Mandy's inner thighs and spread them apart, to inspect his handiwork carefully. Two of the clips were attached near the front, just in front of the girl's clitoris. The other two were in the middle, an inch or so behind. Satisfied, he got up. Mandy, now too shocked even to move, just shivered slightly and attempted to close her knees, which she could do slightly. The guard then took Mandy's hands from below the bar and pulled them forward, to see how far they would go. He pulled so hard that her shoulders and neck were levered back towards the wall. Satisfied again, he and the other guard turned and left the room.

Mandy was left with her thoughts. She was only just awake, she was hungry, and she was confused. She looked around her. The room was warm, and carpeted. Then she noticed for the first time a mirror on the door of the cupboard opposite her, that revealed her entire body. She was so naked. Even more, she looked so lewd. Her back was arched over the bar, thrusting her breasts out in front of her. She could hang her head forward, but nothing she could do would diminish the sight of her breasts. They stood out against her chest like two great melons, round and hardly sagging at all. Oh, how she wished now that she had smaller breasts!

The door opened suddenly, and Mandy's heart fell. It was Dominic. Her rapist had returned. It was going to happen again. "No! Let me go!" She struggled violently against the restraints, her breasts bouncing and bobbing against her chest.

Dominic was dressed in a silk robe, and appeared to have nothing on underneath. He smiled at Mandy, a look of pleasure and of genuine admiration on his face. As he moved closer his eyes moved up and down her body, finally stopping on her face. He stood before her for a few moments, judging her condition and enjoying the fright and terror he saw there.

Dominic reached past Mandy's face to open a small cupboard that was hidden there. He took out another strap, and a device that looked like a cellular phone. Placing the device on the floor, he wrapped the strap around Mandy's forehead, and then attached her head to the wall behind with another hook that Mandy had not seen.

Now Mandy's breasts were truly prominent. Dominic stood at the side and looked at her. The slim body was arched back, the two round, soft breasts, impossibly outthrust, begging to be fondled or punished. The nipples were soft and pink, large but not erect. The aureolae were large too, and also a lovely pink. They looked so delicate - so ready for torment.

Dominic could feel the blood lust rising in him. There was nothing he enjoyed more than to be in complete control of a beautiful girl. There were never enough occasions where he could allow his dark lusts to control him completely. But now was the time, and there was so much time ahead of him. This girl, those breasts, everything belonged to him now.

Dominic moved in front of Mandy. "It is time for your training to begin", he said. They were the first words anyone had said since she entered the room. Mandy found herself unable to speak, and Dominic continued: "The first lesson a slave must learn is to cooperate properly with her training. This serves as a useful humiliation, and as a test of continuing obedience." Dominic's voice was matter of fact, but pointed.

He looked down at Mandy's crotch. Reaching out with one hand, he gently scratched her lips, feeling the clips that were still attached there. Looking in her eyes while he reached down with both hands, he found the adjustment cords and tightened the four straps so that the clips were now tugging gently at Mandy's labia. Mandy could tell that her lips were now pouting open gently, as the clips had turned toward her thighs on each side.

Then Dominic picked up the controller from the floor and pressed a button. A gentle hum echoed through the room as Mandy felt her legs being drawn apart by the hooks in the floor. The hooks ran along a track at the base of the wall. Mandy's face took on a look of horror as her legs were drawn steadily apart. She could feel her labia being stretched apart by the clips. Farther and farther they went, as her legs were stretched taut and her weight was taken by her shoulders and upper arms wrapped over the bar.

Dominic stopped the motion, and briefly inspected her vagina. Her lips were widely stretched now, exposing her clitoris in a broad expanse of pink flesh. The hood was partially retracted from the tension. Behind, her vagina gaped lewdly, the inner lips also spread by the force of the clips. Farther back, the pink bud of her anus was moving in and out as Mandy got used to the forces stretching her apart.

Dominic stood up and took Mandy's hands, pulling them forward as had the guard. He briefly noted how far forward they would come. "Good", he said, and turned away. He went to the cupboard and when he returned he was holding what looked like a short riding crop, but one where the tip had been modified. It was much narrower that Mandy had ever seen, and it seemed very flexible.

"This is a special whip that I designed myself", said Dominic. "It takes a bit of practice to use it properly." He whipped it back and forth so that it made a sound in the air, and then held it up so that Mandy could see the thin tip. Then he flexed it gently and said:. "It is designed to be used on a girl whose labia are spread wide, like yours are now. Can you guess what it is for?".

Mandy could say nothing.

Dominic chuckled. "It's for your clitoris."

Mandy was shocked. Her crotch hurt, and she had never felt so vulnerable or so exposed. This man was insane. Mandy felt the panic rising and she began to feel faint. Dominic saw her eyes fluttering, and quickly slapped her across the face several times.

"Are you still with us?" he asked, as the focus came back into Mandy's eyes. "You are not permitted to lose attention when your Master is speaking little one." His face was close to hers, and she could feel his breath. "Do you understand?"

Mandy nodded, and said "Yes, I - I think so". She could barely recognize the sound of her voice, or what she was saying.

"Good", said Dominic. "As I was saying, this whip is designed to be used on a girl whose legs are stretched wide apart, and whose vagina is held open. I have had some experience in using it." Dominic was enjoying the sound of his words. "When a woman is so exposed, her clitoris is displayed prominently. Just like yours is now."

Mandy's shame was intense. She felt a sob rising in her throat, and tears welled in her eyes.

Dominic's intent face was inches away. He moved back slightly, and continued: "However, this is not the subject of today's lesson. Today you will begin to learn how to cooperate properly with your punishments. To that end, your hands have been left with a certain amount of freedom. You will use them today to offer up your breasts as I punish them."

Another gasp escaped Mandy's lips. "No! I won't do that" her head was shaking back and forth, and the tears began to run down her cheeks.

Dominic moved back to properly enjoy the sight. Mandy was suspended, legs and labia tautly spread, breasts outthrust, and tears of rage and shame running down her cheeks. Even her little clit was visible - from this angle a bright pink nub not quite hidden behind her trimmed hedge of pubic hairs. Her indignant face, held back by the strap, looked so out of place atop that smooth and voluptuous body.

Dominic stepped forward again. "You will use your hands now. Take them and hold your breasts together for me. Do it!"

Mandy's arms moved forward, and her hands seemed to struggle in the air, but she did not bring them together to hold her breasts. Instead she started to scream and wail, hands grasping the air, and her shoulders and neck struggling helplessly in her bonds. Her legs were too tautly held to move, but her muscles bulged, and Dominic could tell that her ass was clenching by the way her pretty little clitoris bobbed in and out of view.

Dominic let out a satisfied sigh. "You refuse?" he said. A huge, satisfied smile came to his lips, and he stood up tall. "Oh, I am going to enjoy this."

With a simple motion Dominic removed his robe, folded it gently, and dropped it to the carpet. He was naked. His erection stood out and up proudly. He felt incredibly engorged, and as he looked down at himself it seemed that the head of his penis had never looked so huge. It bobbed with his heartbeats, almost touching his belly. He could feel the tension in his skin around his cock. It was stretched to the limits.

Mandy was quieter now, and more frightened. She knew something was going to happen. She started to speak, but suddenly he cut her off with a sharp uppercut with the whip. The flexible end landed with sharp splatting noise, just on the left side of Mandy's clitoris. The tautly stretched inner flesh of her vagina also took part of the blow.

Mandy's body was tightly bound, but she still managed a convulsion of pain that lifted her hips and pushed her breasts out even further, causing them to shake and jiggle. The movement of her breasts looked incongruous - her whole body was tightly stretched, but this part was not. Soft and loose, the breast flesh continued to shake for several moments while Mandy, still convulsed, began to scream in pain.

Dominic stepped back again, and put his hand on his hips. His erection pointed at the screaming, convulsing girl, and her energy seemed to surge into his penis. He felt the power concentrating in the head, which grew even larger and tighter. His legs bent at the knees slightly and he crouched, his ass cheeks spreading. His eyes feasted hungrily on the girl, her shuddering breasts, her taut body. He reveled in her intense movements and the sound of her cries. His hips pumped at the girl, continuing even as she slowly relaxed her body.

She was still vocalizing, but not so sharply now. Dominic approached her again, his face inches from hers. "This is the result of disobedience.", he said. "You will learn to obey." He stepped back, the whip held down towards the floor. Just as Mandy realized what was to happen, he jerked it upwards sharply. This one landed squarely on target, making a slightly different sound - more of a whack! than the first one.

Mandy screamed again, and her hips strained upwards. Dominic dropped to his knees to examine her vagina more closely. Her clit had been driven into the surrounding flesh by his blow, and it was just emerging. As he watched, it began to turn an angry red, and started to swell up. The hood retracted, as the nub underneath continued to grow. The flesh on the left side was already starting to swell from the first blow. Behind, her vagina gaped lewdly, and her rectum was convulsing in and out with the contractions of her ass cheeks.

Dominic rose up again. He stood, leaning forward, his face once again close to hers. Reaching up, he held her head so that she could not look away. "Now you will reach forward with your hands and hold your breasts together for me." he said calmly. "Do it now."

Mandy stared into Dominic's eyes. She was terrified, and the pain between her legs was intense. She felt her hands moving forward to the sides of her breasts. Slowly, she pushed them together, aware of the tension this created in her shoulders.

Dominic stepped back again, and watched. Mandy's hands looked small against the sides of her breasts, and she was pushing them sideways, so that the flesh bulged out on the top and bottom. This gave her an enormous cleavage. The nipples pointed straight out in front, and the aureolae were also squashed, looking like vertical pink ovals.

"That is not satisfactory."

"No! Don't hit me again!" Mandy screamed, as she pushed her breasts together with all her might. 'Tell me what you want!"

Dominic moved forward and held Mandy's face again. He said: "Since this is your first lesson, instructions will be included. You will only hear them once."

"There are three ways you will learn to hold your breasts for punishment.", Dominic continued. "In the first position, you will place your palms against your chest with your fingers underneath your breasts, and your thumbs upright, along the outside. Do it now."

Mandy complied, still looking into Dominic's eyes. He was so close she was sure her breasts would touch his chest. "Now move your hands up and together. As you do so, move your fingers out from your chest slightly and squeeze some of the flesh, so that your breasts will bulge up nicely for me."

Dominic stepped back once more. Now Mandy's breasts were truly impressive. Two massive balloons on either side of her neck, with a deep cleavage in between. He could not see her hands at all - just the firm expanse of breast flesh, with the lovely pink nipples now pointing gently downwards. His cock jumped as he gloried in his power over this girl and her body.

"Position number two. Place your hands on top of your breasts, above the nipples." Mandy complied, her breasts falling back to their natural position with a jiggle. "Now squeeze them gently enough to grab them - no more." Mandy's hands closed. "Now rotate your hands back to lift your breasts so that I can see the undersides clearly. Do not obscure any part of your nipples or aureolae."

Mandy again obliged, finding she had to push down on the tops of her breasts in order to expose the undersides properly. Dominic again examined her critically. Again, he could not see Mandy's small hands, as they were well hidden behind her breasts. Mandy's nipples were aimed to the ceiling, and the broad undersides of her breasts were well stretched and exposed. The breasts looked more unnatural in this position - the flesh was stretched, and there were small vertical fissures running up towards the nipples.

"Good", said Dominic simply. "Now breast punishment position number three. Take your thumb and forefinger and wrap them as far as you can around each breast, from the side, thumbs on top." Mandy was focussed now. The pain in her crotch had subsided to a dull throb, and she wanted only to do as this man said. She dropped her breasts, and then reached at them from the sides with her thumbs and forefingers stretched wide. She could not reach as far as she wanted, with her elbows behind the bar, but she managed to encircle a large part of each breast, about half way in from each nipple.

"Now, with your remaining fingers, squeeze as much of your breast flesh through the circle as you can." Mandy complied, and her breasts became elongated, the nipples now surrounded with a taut ball of flesh. From Dominic's angle, the aureolae covered about half the front surface of each ball, and the nipples now stood out clearly. Behind Mandy's hands, the rest of her breasts were flattened against her chest.

This time Dominic said nothing. He moved forward, and his right hand reached for Mandy's crotch. His pointer and ring fingers slid smoothly up the exposed pink flesh on either side of her clitoris, and then his middle finger gently touched down on the top of her nub, barely touching it. Mandy inhaled sharply: "Hnah! Aah!" and her hips tried desperately to move up and out of the way. "

That is not good enough" said Dominic, as his middle finger began to push deeper. "You must push more of your breasts through the ring."

Mandy was desperate. She couldn't escape. The pressure on her swollen clitoris caused sheets of pain to flow up into her body. Her stomach and thighs were convulsing in attempts to get free, and her arms were now waving wildly. Dominic continued to push, and started to move his finger in tiny deep circles, enjoying the convulsions of the girl's body. The power he felt at that moment was indescribable. With one well placed finger he had this woman completely hysterical. Her face was stretched in agony, her chest heaving, her thigh and ass muscles contracting spasmodically. Her screams and cries were continuous, rising and falling with the heaving of her chest.

Dominic stepped back once more, and watched as Mandy slowly relaxed, deep breaths causing her chest to heave, and her breasts to move pleasurably.

"I said that was not good enough. You must try again. I am not pleased with your disobedience!"

Mandy's arms flew to her breasts. She made a superhuman effort to raise her body so that her hands could come forward and encircle more of them. She grabbed as much as she could with her thumb and forefinger, and then squeezed with her other fingers, walking them along the undersides of her breasts so as to grab more and more of the flesh. Then she loosened her circles slightly, moving them back to grab even more, and then pulled it all forward. She looked up at Dominic, who was watching from in front of her.

Dominic said nothing. Mandy had managed to push all of her breasts through the circle, apart from some at the top where the thumb and finger did not meet. She was stretching and squeezing the flesh behind, to push the nipples out as far as possible. The nipples were now set in the middle of two lovely, round, taut balls, as large as melons, quivering with the effort and tension in Mandy's hands.

"Hold that position". Dominic placed the clitoris whip on the floor and turned to go to the cupboard. On his way over, he looked in the mirror to see Mandy displayed against the wall. Her legs were wide and taut, her shoulders straining, and now her breasts were taut as well. They stuck out obscenely. She was watching his back, fear and terror still in her eyes. Down below, even from this distance, he could see her swollen clitoris, bright red now through the blond pubic hairs.

Dominic returned with a new instrument. He stood beside Mandy, who was still holding her breasts as instructed, and held it up for her to see. "This whip is for your breasts." he said. "Notice how it is very thin along its whole length, and yet very stiff. This is because it is designed to hurt everywhere it lands, not just at the tip." He laid the end of the whip gently across both of Mandy's aureolae, just above the nipples, to illustrate his point. His hand was about two feet away, on the handle. "It leaves beautiful marks - and will draw blood if I wish it."

Mandy's eyes were wide. She didn't know what to think, and coherent thought might not have been possible in any case. She just stared at Dominic, her hands still straining to keep her breasts in the right position, her shoulders throbbing with the effort. "As I said," Dominic continued, "Your lesson for today is to learn to cooperate with your punishments." His face moved closer. "This is because an essential part of any punishment is the humiliation."

He drew still closer to her now, the whip still resting above her taut nipples. "Look at yourself in the mirror, Mandy!"

Mandy complied, seeing herself with legs and vagina obscenely stretched, breasts standing out lewdly like two great balloons, her swollen clitoris a bright red dot between her legs. She could hardly see her face, with her head held back by the wall strap, her hair disheveled, her neck exposed. And she could also see Dominic naked beside her, his cock rampant and jerking, the thin whip in his hand still laid across her breasts.

As she watched, Dominic smiled at her in the mirror, and then reached down the wall, down behind her ass, his hand becoming visible between her legs. His middle finger started to wiggle in the air, and then he brought it forward and onto her clitoris again. Terrified, Mandy tried to raise her hips, keeping her crotch away from that finger. But it was relentless, closing in until Mandy's body again convulsed as the pain racked through her. She let go her breasts, her hands clutching the air. She screamed, her face contorting and her mouth stretching wide. She tried to pull herself up with her shoulders on the bar, but the finger followed, wiggling now in a harsh gooshing jiggle. From a distance, she heard Dominic's laugh.

Dominic enjoyed the feel of Mandy's convulsing ass cheeks as he tormented her clitoris. He watched avidly in the mirror as her breasts bounced wildly around on her chest, and his own penis seemed to grow even larger. He loved the sight of his erect cock, enormously turgid, in the same frame as this screaming girl. It made the scene lewd and obscene. Looking at his cock in the mirror, feeling the girl twitching and hearing her screams he felt the power surging again. His cock was so hard it was painful, the skin behind the head stretched impossibly tight. He was so turned on he knew that with the slightest touch he could come at any moment.

But not yet: it wasn't time. He released Mandy's clitoris, and watched again as she gradually relaxed. He moved in front of her and crouched down. He couldn't help but congratulate himself for the way he had displayed this girl. Her vagina, stretched open wide by the clips, with its swollen clitoris emerging bright red once again in a patch of pinker flesh, was so lewd and obscene. Her anal bud, not punished tonight, was cute and beckoning as it pulsed in and out with her clenching ass cheeks. And her breasts, displayed so prominently above, were positively begging him for punishment.

Dominic rose up, breast whip in hand. "Position number one!" he said, firmly but not too loud. Mandy's eyes opened and her hands moved to her breasts. She complied as best she could, her thumbs against her ribs and her fingers underneath squeezing the flesh, bulging it up toward her face. Her mouth was open, her breathing harsh.

Dominic laid the whip across the bulging tops of her breasts. "You will hold your breasts in this position as I use the whip. If you fail to hold them taut, I will take the other whip. I will use it on your clitoris, amuse myself with you for a time, and then we will start over again. Do you understand?" Mandy's eyes were wide, and she felt herself nodding.

Dominic stepped back to the side. The first thing he did was to spread his legs on the floor and stretch, his arms high over his head. A long, satisfied growl escaped his lips. He looked at Mandy for a few moments, and then said simple "here we go."

A moment later the breast whip fell for the first time on the tops of Mandy's well presented, bulging breasts. It landed with a sharp "crack!" raising an immediate welt. Mandy let out a sharp breath, and waited for the pain, but when it came moments later it was not so encompassing as that she had already felt from below. She managed to keep her breasts in position as she looked down to see small spots of blood begin to well up along the whip mark. She almost felt a sense of relief that the pain was not so bad. Sharp, but bearable.

Dominic smiled at her "Now you see why the clitoris whip is so effective," he said. "With its sting still fresh in your memory, you can accomplish much."

The whip fell again across the tops of Mandy's breasts. Each drew a gasp of pain, and made a sharp, satisfying sound as it hit the taut flesh. Mandy continued to hold her breasts tightly, her head back in the strap, her legs wide. After several strokes, Dominic began to enjoy the rhythm of the whipping. Oh, he loved to whip the breasts of a slave girl. He loved the spectacle. He loved the way the girl was displayed so obscenely in front of him. He loved the way the whip would hit her firm flesh, leaving pink marks and eventually little drops of blood. He loved the sound of the whip moving through the air and landing with a sharp crack. He loved the girl's moans and cries. He loved the power that surged through him. With each stroke his cock bobbed up and down with approval. Occasionally he would look in the mirror to see the girl stretched out, her legs wide, her clitoris still swollen and red, her back arched and breasts held high, her head back. For some time the smooth whish and sharp cracks of the whip, the softer sounds of the girl gasping and mewling, and his own laughs of pleasure were all that could be heard in the room.

After a while, Dominic stopped. Mandy still held her breasts, higher now it seemed, as if proud of her accomplishment. Dominic watched her for a moment, panting softly himself. Then he reached for her head and touched her cheek gently. "Well done, my Sweet." he said.

Mandy couldn't believe this tenderness. Instinctively, she responded to it with a smile and a look of gratitude. She was barely conscious of it, but her reflexes saw this as a moment of opportunity. Could she charm him into relenting?

Dominic looked back at her, the lust deep in his veins. "Position number two!" he said softly.

"Aah!". The sound came from Mandy as she reached to grab her breasts from the top. Pulling up, she exposed the undersides, the nipples pointing up, the flesh stretched and taut once more. This was the hardest position on her shoulders. Dominic stepped back and the sounds of the whip falling against the girl's tight breast flesh once again filled the room. Again, Mandy felt she could bear the whip, but the pain from where she was grabbing her breasts on the top, and the small amounts of blood there, were making it hard to hold on. She had to squeeze her breasts sharply, forcing the bottoms to bulge out and be even firmer to the touch of the whip. Dominic could see this happening, and aimed his blows across the tightest parts.

Again he looked in the mirror at the stretched and newly cooperative girl holding her breasts for punishment. He felt the power rush once again to the head of his penis, as the whip now began to draw blood from the undersides of Mandy's breasts. His laughs of pleasure grew louder, matching Mandy's cries of pain.

When he stopped, Mandy again felt a surge of relief and accomplishment, but she did not smile. Her mouth was open, gasping. Her shoulders were becoming incredibly painful, and it was getting very hard to hold her hands forward. Dominic was leaning his face towards hers.

"You are doing well, little one," he said. "It is amazing what the clitoris whip will do. Just a few days ago you were a citizen of the world - free - ready for new adventures. Now here you are, stretched before me in the most revealing fashion. Your little your labia are tautly spread, your pretty pink clitoris is swollen and exposed. And yet you humiliate yourself before me even more by holding your breasts for punishment. And all of this entirely for my pleasure."

Mandy looked at him, fearfully, unable to speak. She knew he spoke truth. She had lost everything, and so quickly. The clitoris whip had taken it all away. The only pride she had felt since entering this room had been in her ability to hold her breasts properly for punishment. For his pleasure.

As if reading her mind, Dominic continued "When you hold your breasts properly, the sound of the whip is much louder, and the marks it raises are much better defined." He ran his finger along one of the marks on the underside of her right breast, drawing a gasp of pain. "We will continue now. Position number three!"

Mandy struggled to comply, her clitoris throbbing under the implicit threat of the whip. She managed to grab all of her breast tissue and squeeze it through the circles of her thumb and forefingers. Her breasts stood out again like melons, the tops and bottoms now marked with stripes and dots of blood. The nipples and aureolae stood out prominently at the front. Dominic stood to the side, and aimed his whip. "Whap!" The first blow struck across both breasts just above the nipples, stinging sharply. Mandy drew in her breath and held it, desperately trying to keep her breasts taut as her shoulders seemed likely to give way. Her breath came out in a long cry of pain. Her eyes were closed, her face stretched. Dominic swung the whip again, this time catching one of her nipples directly.

As the blows fell across her nipples and aureolae, the pain seemed more than Mandy could bear. She held her eyes shut, and tried with all her might just to keep her hands properly around her breasts. Dominic watched her straining to keep her breasts forward. He applied the whip sharply to the thicker tissue around her nipples. The sharp sounds of the whip falling on taut breast flesh filled the room, and went straight through his ears to his cock, which seemed to beat with every crack. He knew he could last not much longer, and that the lesson for today had been well learned. After a final flurry, the hardest of the day, he stopped.

Mandy hung there, displayed widely, breasts still ballooned out in front of her. Their surfaces were crossed with pink lines, and little drops of blood stood out top and bottom. The nipples were beginning to swell out nicely. Dominic went to his controller, which had been left on the floor. He pushed another button, and the bar holding Mandy began to move downwards, toward the floor, with the hook holding Mandy's head strap following. Mandy opened her eyes in shock, wondering what was to happen next. Her grip on her breasts loosened, but she did not let go. To fit her legs into the smaller space she had to push her knees forward. This reduced the spread of her crotch, but she could see in the mirror that as her hips rotated her gaping pink vagina was now pointing directly into the room.

Dominic moved to a position directly in front of Mandy. She still had her hands on her breasts, but they were not so stretched now. His cock was at the level of her face, bobbing erratically. "Position number one!" he said.

Mandy struggled to move her hands to the required position, thumbs against her ribcage, hands underneath supporting and squeezing her breasts upwards into two large hemispheres. The cleavage under her chin could have been made by two punished ass cheeks, it was so smooth and large. Dominic moved forward so that he straddled Mandy's breasts, enjoying the feel of them as they rubbed his inner thighs. His erection bobbed in front of Mandy's face. The strap around her forehead held her face back so that she looked past he throbbing penis and up to his eyes. He reached down and loosened the head strap slightly, so that she could lean her head forward a few inches.

"Open you mouth." As Mandy complied, Dominic guided his erection deep into Mandy's mouth, reaching the back of her throat. Mandy's mouth was slack -she was too traumatized to close her lips, or use her tongue. Dominic swiped his member around inside her mouth making it wet with her saliva, enjoying the feel of her mouth and of her breasts pushing up against his thighs. His scrotum dangled below her chin, his balls nestling nicely in her cleavage. Withdrawing, he saw that three quarters of his penis was now wet and gleaming with her saliva.

Dominic readjusted her head strap so that Mandy was again looking up at him. Then he grabbed his penis at the base with his right finger and thumb. He lifted it up and then brought it down sharply against Mandy's face. It made a wet, smacking sound against her cheeks, themselves wet with her tears. He slapped her from the top several times, and then once or twice from each side, enjoying the sight of her tearstained, distressed face under his cock, and the wet smacking sounds as it hit.

"Are we feeling humiliated yet Mandy?"

Mandy did not answer, and it was Dominic who spoke next. "Mandy, our session is close to its end, and your Master is about to show you his pleasure. I am going to ejaculate on your face. You will maintain your position until I tell you otherwise. I will want to watch my come as it hits your face, and you are not to move, flinch, swallow, or do anything to interfere with its movements. Is that clear?"

Mandy's eyes were wide open now, and receptive. "Y-yes.", she said, nodding slightly against the strap.

"Open your mouth now - wide!" Mandy complied, her chin dropping down so that it touched his balls.

"Now stick your tongue out over your lower lip. Farther! Keep it there!" Again Mandy complied, her pink tongue moving out to cover her lip, the relief leaving her eyes as she realized she did not know what would happen next.

Dominic lowered himself slightly to enjoy better the feel of Mandy's breasts against his crotch and thighs. He leaned his head forward until it touched the wall. Then he took his penis in his hand and lowered the tip so that the underside rested against Mandy's tongue. Slowly, he started to move it back and forth gently across her soft but rasping tongue.

The reaction built. He felt it first in his balls, like sweet golden honey spreading upwards through his crotch and to the end of his cock, but also up into his stomach, chest and head, and down through his thighs into his legs. His whole body began to shudder with the slow movements of his cock. His hips moved in and out, the pressure of Mandy's breasts like soft velvet on his inner thighs. His eyes closed, his whole being - his muscles, his consciousness - became concentrated on one tiny spot. The underside of his cock, right behind the head, where the gentle rasp of Mandy's unbearably soft tongue was making sounds almost too soft to hear.

From somewhere deep in his throat Dominic started to growl, a guttural sound that rose in pitch and volume. He felt the first spurt of his come moving within him, moving to his cock and into the shaft, and as it passed into the head it stretched his skin even more. He screamed, and through half opened eyes watched as the white fluid burst forth, streaking over Mandy's gaping mouth to land on her forehead, dribbling down into her eyes. A second spurt followed, hitting her in the nose and covering one nostril. A third hit her upper lip, dribbling down into her mouth.

Dominic's body shook violently as an incredible rush sped through his legs and chest, and into his head. He closed his eyes again, savoring the moment, hanging on to the image of the girl's cum drenched face. His legs were weak; he rested his crotch down onto Mandy's breasts, then slipped backwards onto the floor in front of her. More gasps escaped his lips as he fell back and lay on the carpet, his penis still jerking and dribbling cum in short spasms. He lay there, spent, groaning as waves of pleasure continued to course through his body. Gradually, he fell silent.

Mandy, remembering her instructions, held her position. In spite of her pain and trauma, she was amazed by the strength of Dominic's orgasm. She wondered if he was all right. She wanted to look at him on the ground, but it was diccult with her head held back, and she had cum filling one of her eye sockets. She knew she should not move.

It was some moments before Dominic, his head clearing, groaned and looked up. Incredibly, the girl was still in position, her head back, breasts outthrust, her gaping vagina now pointed right at him. If anything, her breasts looked even more beautiful than before, their red stripes making it clear they had been punished, and that they were held there for punishment.

Dominic rose up and approached the girl once again, straddling her breasts. He looked down at Mandy's face. What an obedient girl she was! She had one eye closed so as not to blink away his white cum, and she had even managed to keep her mouth wide open and avoid swallowing. Dominic grabbed his penis, still large but fairly soft, and reached his other hand into his crotch, behind his balls. Goosing himself, he forced the remaining cum out of his system, dripping it in greasy globs down into Mandy's other eye, and into her mouth. He remained there, watching her, for some time.

Eventually he sighed, stepped back, and began replacing things in the closets, taking little notice of the naked girl with the cum stained face still straining to display her punished breasts. Finally he picked up his robe and took a last look at his captive. "You may relax," he said. "The guards will be here to take you back to your room shortly." He turned and left.