Kharon Ch. 06

Disclaimer: This story is fiction cast in the future. Any resemblance to persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental.

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Kharon never thought that she would ever miss the Internet Cyberspace Prison with its daily body cavity searches. But, mean and cruel as the mistresses were and as demanding and depraved the male guards were, they did communicate. The isolation of Jean's Dungeon was hard to endure. It was, in fact, solitary confinement. And there was the indwelling intrauterine device that would arouse her to the point of climax every hour of every day and then deny her the climax with a strong electric shock.

Some time has passed and Kharon has made a recovery from the session of five pussy kicks. Kharon thought that she could endure the small count. She did, in the sense that she was able to be stood up and stand for each kick. The original request of fifteen kicks was impossible to imagine. For sure a girl would find herself unconscious or unable to stand. Now she watches the LCD screen. The clients seem to favor twenty bare bottom canings with penalty or ten teat canings with penalty punishment. The other two girls seem to be able to accept a punishment every four to six days. There are a few gentlemen who keep a girl for an hour and just neck and fondle her. Some even allow a girl to cum!

Driven by loneliness and isolation, Kharon finally accepts an offer of ten tit canings with penalty. She feels that she can tolerate the ten strokes. She feels that she has lost all dignity, willing to endure punishment for human contact. She has to calculate what she can tolerate just to be with another human being. She isn't even afforded the ability to masturbate and experience and pleasure herself with an orgasm.

After her session in the prep room, Kharon is led to the punishment room. It is there that she is tied onto the rack; supine, her hands cuffed and stretched far above her head and her ankles tied together and stretched tightly. In this position a cane can access her breasts with a maximal downwards stroke. Jean and Olaf leave. After a brief hiatus, a client wearing a mask enters the room.

The client begins with a little small talk about the weather and the economy. He knows that Kharon is enduring sensory deprivation and solitary confinement. She will beg use to engage another human being.

"May I strap a girl's breasts, please?" The client asks.

Kharon blushes. "As you desire, Sir," Kharon answers. She knows that she cannot refuse, but still he is legitimizing her punishment. He ties an elastic strap around each breast, slowing circulation and causing Kharon's "B" cup to swell and distend. The result is a purple hue and a hard teat with protruding nipples. The client continues to chat with Kharon as he prepares to cane the girl's perfectly proportioned mammary. He then uses black electrical tape to cover her nipples and areola with a black "X."

"May a girl ask a question, Sir?" Kharon asks.

"Yes, girl," the client answers as he checks out the canes: Rattan, Birch, Bamboo,...

"Why did Sir tape a girl's nipples?" Kharon inquires.

"To maximize pain and to minimize tissue damage. I will want to use you soonest again. So you need too be able to heal quickly." The client explains. He continues: "Also, after caning the girl will be tasked to remove the tape."

Kharon shudders at the experience and cruelty of this client. She senses that he will become a significant character in her sample space.

Fifteen minutes of his hour with Kharon is gone; the client prepares to begin. He demands that Kharon beg for her first stroke. Everything in Kharon's basic human instinct makes her want to refuse to beg for this perverted use. And not to scream or cry out loud to avoid a penalty stroke.

"A girl begs to be caned, Sir," Kharon proposes. She will not have to wait long.

Following the "crack" of the Birch cane, snot pours from Kharon's nostrils, tears flow from her baby-blue eyes, and she drools uncontrollably. She is embarrassed as she cannot control her bladder and urinates. The client smiles at her first response. She struggles to speak, but is able to say: "One. Thank You, Sir. May this girl have another, please."

"It is my pleasure to honor a beautiful woman's request," the client responds. He strikes Kharon's glorious hemispheres with a skillfully administered stroke. He strikes hard, hoping to earn a penalty stroke. But Kharon, used to the battle of wills, holds her ground and replies.

"Two. Thank You, Sir. May this girl have another, please. Pretty please."

"I admire a girl's fortitude and resolute behavior," the client admits. More determined than ever, the next stroke is delivered to the bottom of the breasts. Kharon convulses and wreathes in pain.

Kharon shouts: "Three. Thank You, Sir. May this girl have another, please. Please."

The client, sensing that her resolve is weakening, responds: "My delight to give you another stroke." He strikes with all his strength, directly along the center of the breasts.

"Eeeooww! Four. Thank You, Sir. May this have another, please. And her penalty stroke, please." Kharon blurts out.

The client leaves and returns with a leather belt. He tells Kharon that she may cry out when the belt strikes. She certainly does. She takes a minute to recover. They kiss. Then the cane strokes her tits again.

Kharon struggles but whispers: "Five. Thank You, Sir. Please. May this girl have another, please. She begs you. Please."

They kiss again. This time it is a French kiss. Kharon speaks: "Six. Thank You, Sir. May this girl have another, please. Pretty please with cheese."

The man slips his fingers into her crotch. She is wet. She doesn't want him to know that she can't cum without permission. But she may already know that. He strikes again.

Kharon shouts to offset her pain: "Seven. Thank You, Sir. May this girl have another, please, please."

The client smiles. He kisses her neck and shoulders and spits on her armpits, rubbing her there. As she begins to become aroused, the cane strokes her tits.

She utters: "Seven. Thank You, Sir. May this girl have another, please."

Hoping to earn another penalty stroke, he pinches her nipples between thumbs and forefingers, pulls, and twists them. She moans in pain. He applies a second elastic binding to her already bound breasts. The cane strokes again with a sharp "crack."

"Eight. Thank You, Sir. May this girl have another, please." Kharon begs.

Hoping to gain a penalty stroke, the client uses the thin Japanese cane. The cane hisses through the air.

Kharon begs: "Nine. Thank You, Sir. May this girl have another, pretty please."

The client kisses Kharon's belly. He is frustrated in his inability to earn a penalty stroke. The Japanese cane whistles through the air and scores Kharon's chest. She shouts: "Ten. Thank You, Sir."

They kiss and the man licks her all over. She is aroused, but knows not to climax. When it is time for him to go-his hour is over-she makes him an offer: "Sir may have a free penalty stroke."

The client wastes no time in using the belt on Kharon. She screams in pain and pleasure. She cums and is shocked at the same time the leather belt whips across her unprotected, vulnerable tits.