It was made of wood but was well worn from countless other girls who had been here before her.
The slave keeper left the room and bolted the door. It was totally unnecessary since Jennifer couldn't have managed to get away. Indeed, she couldn't even move. She peered down beneath the slats of the rack and saw a drain in the floor. How convenient, she thought in that they could wash the room easily and hose the blood down the drain. By now she had little doubt that she was about to be whipped as she never had before. As part of a new slave's training the poor girl would be whipped without mercy to show her what would happen should she not be totally obedient. Jennifer already knew how to be obedient, having learned that lesson from the end of a whip wielded by her mother.
She tried to move her head but couldn't even get it up out of the curved forehead mount. She tested the straps that were holding her into the rack and realized that she couldn't even flinch as the blows would fall. When that would be she had no idea. Her stomach growled. Partly due to hunger, partly due to the poorly cooked meat that was part of her supper the night before.
After what seemed like a drachma after being tied down she heard someone coming down the hall. Some of the screaming had subsided and the level she was on had become more quiet. Jennifer heard voices as the door opened. Several people stepped in…
CHAPTER 2
'This one is 20 years old. Purchased on Alaytia for 250 credits. As you can see she is of nominal stature for an Alaytion. From the marks here it looks like an attempt was made to train her,' a man said.
'Is that because she was a problem?' a female voice said.
'We don't know. Occasionally one of the Alaytions will train their daughter before they sell them, thinking they will get a better price,' the man said.
'Give her the standard training course,' the woman said and walked out of the room.
'Please! Please, I have been trained new master,' Jennifer yelled.
'Shut your face!' a man said and whacked her on the back of the head with some sort of a club.
'Obviously not well enough. We'll have to fix that,' a second female voice said.
'Well Sasha, you know what to do with her,' the man said and left.
'Right.' the woman said and shut the door.
For a moment Jennifer thought that they had all left. That is until the whip fell across her buttocks. She let out a blood curdling scream at the intense pain. It was worse than any she had ever experienced. Worse than the multi-tailed whip her mother used to use on her. The pain shot through her like lightening. As her scream reached it's cresendo the second blow fell. Jennifer continued the same scream until she exhausted the air in her lungs. By then the third and fourth blows and fallen and her ass was on fire.
Trying to catch her breath she found that she couldn't. The sting of the whip kept coming and coming. Soon the punishment mistress began to cover Jennifer's back and thighs as the streaks on her ass came together in one large red streaked area. Jennifer soon felt a funny taste in her mouth. She couldn't stop screaming. The pain was worse than anything she had ever endured.
After Jennifer thought that she absolutely couldn't stand any more the whipping stopped. Her back, buttocks and thighs hurt. She had managed to keep her tail low so as to avoid most of the blows. However, near the base where it curved down from her tailbone she wasn't so lucky. The throbbing in her tail told of the the pain. She hurt all over. She continued to cry since the pain was slow in going away.
As soon as she was able, she suppressed the cries and continued to sob. Sure from the earlier comment about her not being properly trained that she wasn't supposed to complain she thought it might be a good idea to not make any more noise than was necessary. After the whip mistress had stopped, Jennifer's cries filled the room so that she didn't have any idea of what the mistress was doing. Soon she felt something cold being pushed in between the lips of her vagina. It was so very cold. Apparently it had some sort of lubrication on it because it slipped in past her inner lips with some ease. She could feel it being moved first one way and then the next. Finally it was pulled quickly out leaving the breeze to once again blow past.
She heard the whip mistress walk over by the door and press a button. A click was heard and then a voice answered what was apparently an intercom.
'Frank this is Sasha. Send down some more virgin tags to level 3.'
The voice answered and then Jennifer could hear Sasha picking something up off of the table. She then felt her ears being probed. First the left, then the right. Sasha then ran her hands around Jennifer's throat, examining her carefully. She then walked over to the table by the wall and set down the ear examining instrument. Next Jennifer heard the tinkling of glass objects being moved about.
As Sasha returned her attention to the slave, Jennifer could feel something moist against her neck. Then she felt a sharp but brief pain on the left side. She could feel the movement as Sasha drew a sample of blood. Then the needle was removed and the fresh wound allowed to bleed freely. Jennifer felt the warm blood run down her neck and pool near her chin before dropping to the floor. She watched as the puddle increase in size. Sasha returned and put something over the hole to stop the bleeding. It burned somewhat as Jennifer found out. Her fresh whip marks were then treated with the same ointment used on her neck. The burning was quite severe and several times Jennifer couldn't help but cry at the pain.
Footsteps could be heard and then the door opened. Sasha thanked the man for bringing the tags and reclosed the door. Jennifer wondered why it was important that she be tagged as a virgin. All Alaytions were virgins.
She could feel Sasha moving her hair about and then felt a sharp pain in her left ear as the tag was attached. Had she had pierced ears like most humans the tag would have been attached in the already existing hole. Since ear piercing wasn't in fashion on Alaytia almost all Alaytion slaves had hole free ears.
Sasha then walked back to the counter and could be heard writing something down. She then idly rapped the pen against the edge of the counter. Jennifer thought about trying to talk to the woman but changed her mind in favor of attempting to be obedient as possible.
Soon Sasha finished her song and put the pen down. She then walked back over to Jennifer and examined her tail. She squeezed at various points very firmly. Jennifer bit her tongue to keep from saying something. She then felt Sasha threading her tail through something. It was almost as if it were being doubled back on itself. Then she felt her tail being pulled up towards her head and a metallic click was heard. From the cool air on her anus she correctly guessed that was Sasha's next point of examination.
She felt something being daubed on and around her asshole. Then suddenly the object entered her. She clenched her buttocks together but it was already too late. The object was inside, twriling around spreading the lubricant. Just as suddenly it was gone, leaving Jennifer exposed and vulnerable. Next she felt something very large being pressed up against her asshole. She thought that she was going to be ripped apart. It was much larger than any butt plug that her mother had ever put into her. The object seemed to expand once past her anal entrance. She could feel it being tugged first one way and then the next. It was then quickly withdrawn, scraping somewhat on its way out.
'Looks like you need an enema girl.' Sasha said as she put the inspection device back down on the counter. Jennifer grimaced as she heard the water running, the echoes inside of the bag shortening as it filled to the top. The sound quality sounded as if the liquid was foaming. She had no idea of how big it was but still had vivid memories of the enemas that her mother frequently gave her.
She could hear Sasha hanging the bag above her and was startled as the hose swished against her raw buttocks. Then she listened with curiosity as Sasha released the clamp and allowed the air to escape from the tubing. Having been the recipient of many enemas she was thankful for small favors. However, judging from the time it had taken Sasha to fill the bag she doubted that it would be a small one.
Next Sasha re clamped the tube and let it hang down to the floor. Jennifer gasped at what was attached to end of the tube as it swung into her field of view. The tubing was nearly a centimeter wide, twice the size of what she was used to. Attached to the end was a very large very ribbed black tip that Jennifer knew with certainty was going to hurt. It was nearly three centimeters in width and was shaped somewhat like a cucumber. It had numerous side holes allowing the water to spray freely once inside. Sasha had stepped over to the counter and was writing something down as the nozzle swung in and out of view. Watching it and knowing the pain that it would soon be
