A Slave to the Servants Ch. 21

"If these men become upset, it could tear the compound apart. The General expressly forbid us to speak of what happened. He wished the other men be put under as little duress as possible."

The rays of the sun were long gone and the sleeping room was barely lit. I felt the men stalking me in the dark. It was unnerving.

Kein lit a small lamp in the sleeping room. Damien stepped into the glow and I stepped quickly back. In his hand was a small black switch. Kein continued to light lamps and I continued to back up.

Bane spoke as the three remaining Brothers came toward me. "You need to learn when speaking is allowed and when it is not. We think we can teach you this, although the damage appears to have already been done."

I was backed into the wall. There was nowhere else to go in this little room. Christof stepped in front of me and deftly removed the thin covering over my breasts and sex. He pulled me away from the wall and I followed uneasily.

A floating table was brought in. I hadn't even been aware they owned one. Christof demanded I lay on my back, which I did. Suddenly the table had me.

Those air restraints, like at the auction bound my wrists and pulled them above my head. A second set wrapped around my ankles. I fought the restraints and started to scream. An air mask was over my face like at the auction.

"You will learn when it is permissible to speak," Damien said as the table bent my knees and forced my thighs open wide. "You will learn to say what is appropriate. We are your family and believe this is the best way to train you."

I shook my head as much as I could in this weird invisible bondage. No, beating me wasn't going to teach me. There was no way to communicate that to Damien right now.

"You will find no pleasure with us tonight," Damien told me. "I will use this," he held up the small firm rod, "to bring you only pain."

"Human women," Christof said gently from the side, "need training. Men from the red mountains understand this better than we do. They see our humans and say they are unruly. You have been quite uncontrolled, Sister. You will learn and make us proud. Eventually you will thank us for this. When you are able to hold your tongue in the face of temptation, we will be happier also."

Bane calmly informed me I would feel the punishment until they felt I really understood the lesson.

Their stage was set and I saw Damien evaluating me. He ran the instrument in his hand between my breasts and dragged it down my stomach. Depending how hard he hit, I imagined he could open skin with it.

"You will thank me for each strike and count. If you fail to do those things or say something else, you will earn two more hits in the same place. For every mistake the punishment will double. I doubt you will make many mistakes before you find the rhythm in this lesson."

I tensed and waited as the air over my mouth released a little.

The first stinging blow was delivered to the inside of the right knee. I gritted my teeth and then spit out the required thank you and the number. The second strike landed in exactly the same place and I lashed out at Damien.

"You hit the same spot!" I yelled and Damien's jaw tensed.

"Two more lashes in that place for an incorrect answer," Evan said coldly. "Damien said he would mark you twice more for every infraction. He did not say how the rest of the stripes would be delivered."

I counted the two punishment lashes as the first tear crested in my eyes. The last number came out in a virtual shout and Kein sighed loudly.

Fuck them and fuck the rules, I thought viciously. No one said I couldn't be loud. I should have assumed it, though.

Kein fiddled with the table and a strange feeling air mask came over my nose and mouth. It made it hard to breath and I started to struggle in my bonds.

"It is uncomfortable?" Evan asked and I nodded. "Good, that is the point. It will modulate your voice until you are able to do it yourself. We will remove it when we feel you have learned."

"The next strike is number two," Damien stated as he raised his arm. "You will suffer sixteen on each leg."

By the tenth counted blow I was addressing Damien as Master. The Brothers had paused in my training to discuss this. It seemed appropriate that they be Master when they were disciplining me. They would be Brothers again when I had learned my lesson.

Damien placed sixteen controlled marks down the inside of my right leg. I earned four rounds of extra punishment, or eight extra strikes, during that time and those marks didn't count. The inside of that leg felt like it was on fire.

When they reached the joint of my thigh and my torso Evan tilted the table so I was in a more upright position. The air mask over my face was removed and Kein fed me a little water.

"What lesson are you learning, Ciara?" Bane asked looking hopeful.

I blubbered out something about not saying anything and Bane passed a tired hand over his face.

"You may speak, Ciara. We all speak. Control your tongue is today's lesson," Bane said.

The strikes began on my left knee and were paced thoughtfully toward the juncture of my thighs. Each mark was made with the same intensity and timing. Damien laid each stripe and then crossed it leaving a pattern of thatching down my flesh.

The interlaced marks hurt worse than I could have imagined. Damien adjusted his strikes so every patch of skin was hit multiple times. It was awful.

There was no use yelling at them. I'd learned that very quickly. Outbursts got me more marks. It was plain to see the reactions to my lack of control in deep red on my right leg. My left leg showed obvious improvement in my restraint.

"The next part," Christof announced, "will test your control. There will be times it is more tempting to call out, you must control yourself. Do you understand?"

I couldn't help the whine that crept into my voice. My legs couldn't take this abuse. It felt like I was on fire. This punishment was all pain and no pleasure. They hadn't been kidding when they said there was a difference.

"Master Christof, no one ever told me I wasn't supposed to talk to the other slaves. Please, I'm begging you to stop this."

Damien stretched and sat down and I thought perhaps the argument had worked.

Christof stood beside me and answered thoughtfully, "You are not stupid. My Brothers chose a human for their slave because they wished to have an intelligent creature pleasure us. You and I have talked a great deal. I am well acquainted with your ability to reason."

My legs were shaking in their bonds as I strained my neck to watch Christof. He wasn't letting me off the hook.

"No one ever-" I started to say and he cut me off with a raised hand.

"You are not foolish, most of the time. We know you can make decisions on your own. This was something you should have used your natural intelligence to decide appropriately."

The fire in my legs didn't dim as the time was wearing on. It was throbbing more. I wanted to make this stop, but Christof wasn't done.

I stared blankly at him and he sighed. In a gentle gesture he brushed the hair off my sweaty face.

"Tell me, did you think we would want you to tell the other slaves the things you know? Did you try to hide this knowledge from the Keepers? I think you must have. Answer me, now."

I flushed and sputtered. Christof stood calmly, watching me. His brilliant eyes fixed on my face, waiting for a response.

"No, Master Christof, I didn't think you would want me to tell this to the slaves. I hid it from the Keepers," I finally answered.

He looked satisfied and started to step back. I knew him leaving meant Damien and that wicked device were coming. In a desperate attempt I begged one last time. No one had ever specifically told me not to talk, I argued.

"We told you at the cabin," Evan interjected, "that if our arrangement was discovered you may be sold. You went against our express orders at that point to tell your friends."

I sagged against the bench and closed my eyes. That killed my argument. Evan told me it wasn't time to sleep yet.

Damien rose and I started to shiver as he came closer. I felt so very exposed in this position and I knew they weren't done yet. Watching him with wary eyes I saw his brow crease. He came to stand between my spread legs and gently stroked my hip. I flinched at the contact.

"Do you fear me?" he asked watching my face intently.

No, I didn't fear him. I knew he would not truly damage me. If the General was doling out this punishment, on the other hand, I felt there was a great deal to worry about. I'd rather have Damien do this and not anyone else.

"I fear the implement in your hands, Master Damien," I answered honestly.

That seemed to satisfy him. He told me there was little more control left to learn and then I could rest.

The first strike on my pussy lips made me scream. The air was back over my mouth and I panted into the gag. My eyes clouded and I saw black for a moment. The pain was worse than I could have imagined.

"You do not need to count these," Damien informed me. "Only speak these words with each mark, I will not speak my family's secrets, do you understand me?"

"Yes, Master Damien, I will not speak my family's secrets."

I wasn't counting, so I lost count of the stinging blows to my most personal area.

Like a parrot I repeated the required phrase each time. The lesson was burning into my brain. The men were right. I would learn.

My eyes ran with tears but I watched Damien as he dealt each painful blow. There was absolute control in his motions. His left hand, his best hand, gave me pain without injury.

I maintained consciousness until the last strokes. Bane opened my lower lips and Damien lay the lash quickly and repeatedly over my poor clit. The pain was too great. Blackness stole into my vision, but I heard myself whisper the assigned words before I passed out.

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