The slave trainers, part 2

When the men were finished with the two girls, I took them to the showers and watched them clean themselves up one at a time, then took them back to their cages. Neither of them resisted going in at all, and it seemed to me that they were damn neat purring with contentment in themselves, Both knew that they’d been savagely used, but the physical sensations they’d experienced seemed to have affected them even more deeply than the humiliation… or perhaps it was actually a combination of both.

The day was not even half over, and Everett had me bring another pair of girls in for the dogs, while he had Mitch take one to the dungeon. I gathered that it was Mitch’s first time alone there with a girl, and went to watch what he did.

Unlike Everett, who would just tell me to grab a girl or two, Mitch went to the basement with me and pointed out one he wanted, a girl about 5’1”, with long black hair that went to her waist. She was thin, but not skinny, and her tits were about a c cup, but nicely formed and rounded with little pink nipples that came erect as soon as I took her out of the cage. She stood for the leash without a word, and followed meekly to the dungeon, only a mild look of trepidation in her eyes.

He strapped her to the cross, facing forward, and then put a gag in her mouth and blindfolded her. I saw that she stiffened when he covered her eyes, and knew she was afraid of what he was going to do to her.

Mitch hadn’t talked to me much up til then, usually only to relay an order for Everett or a request from Marsha, but now he got talkative. “Thunder, you ever see a real torture?”

I said I hadn’t… some of the things we did in the Nam we just don’t talk about. “Well, then watch this… This little girl is about to get a taste of what some of our buyers like to do!”

The girl stiffened, and began to whimper, and Mitch picked up a nasty looking quirt… a long handle with a short, stiff whip attached to the end. He swung it roundhouse, and the little whip snapped across the girl’s belly and a bright red line appeared a second later. At first I thought it was blood, but it was only the brightest welt I’d ever seen… and the girl was screaming right past the gag, her body almost beating itself against the cross!

Mitch stepped in front of her and the quirt flew, first one way, then the other, and the red lines looked like a roadmap on her skin. He covered her from above her breasts to down her thighs, stopping just above the knees, but the blows were relentless and continuous, and the girl was doing all she could to scream… but she couldn’t make much more than a squeak.

I tried to keep count of the lashes he gave her, but gave up at over a hundred… and he didn’t even slow down. The rain of lashes against skin continued for a good ten minutes, til Mitch was panting from the exertion and his arm was noticeably slowing down, and he finally stopped altogether. I had sat there, watching, the whole time, and at first I thought I’d finally found something that didn’t turn me on… but after a few of her attempts to scream, I knew I was only lying to myself, and my boner only got harder as it went on and on…

But Mitch wasn’t done. Now that he’d “warmed her up”, he said, the real fun would begin.

The girl was crying, tears running out from under the blindfold, but she showed no sign of understanding what Mitch was saying, and I began to worry that she’d gone into some kind of mental shock at the pain. I asked Mitch, and he said, “nah, she’s withdrawn… they all do that at first in the pain training. It’s like they just shut down their thinking, so they don’t have to deal with it.