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SERVILIS CURATOR
Chapter 19.
I watched in horror as he selected a thin, whippy cane from his collection. It whistled sharply as he gave it a few experimental swings. Then he tapped the cane experimentally on the top of my breasts, just above the nipples. His wrist flicked, there was a brief whistle, and blinding agony exploded through my body! Instinctively my hand cradled my breasts!
“So we start again, and now the strokes are doubled.” He said gently.
“No! Please! I’ll do anything!” I was pleading!
“What do you have that I want?” He asked, still in a soft voice.
“M...my mouth? My cunt? My ass?” I had no shame now.
“That is what Svein is for. I have no use for women, except to see them suffer.”
I thought of the young man, the scar of his castration still so new. His body was the plaything of this gross monster. With a shuddering sigh, I placed my hands behind my head.
The cane tapped lightly across my nipples. Again the flick of the wrist. The pain as the cane struck both nipples was unbearable, but this time I managed to keep my hands where they were. Again the little cane whistled, flicking against the underside of my breasts. Then my nipples again! My body was trembling from head to toe. I couldn’t take more of this! He nodded at me. “You have done well. You are brave and strong. Now you need to learn to use the whip.
I lowered my hands, cradling my abused breasts. Despite the pain I did feel a sense of arousal. Could one really derive pleasure from such pain?
For the rest of the afternoon I learnt to handle a whip, swinging various whips at the whipping post until I could use them with force and accuracy.
As the sun set I was taken back to Mahmoud’s chambers. I was allowed to bathe and my body was oiled by a slim Asian slave girl. The two of us served our master his dinner and attended to his needs. Svein was there, dressed in light trousers, his feet bare. I noticed fresh whipmarks on his back.
We were ordered to prepare Mahmoud for bed. As we undressed him I shuddered at the sight of his gross body. His paunch hung in a huge fold, almost covering his genitals. Despite the paunch, his shoulders and thighs were massively muscled. We went with him to his bath, a massive sunken pool. Gently we washed the massive body. Li, the Asian slave, lifted the fold of his paunch to clean the half concealed genitals. His cock was a short, massively thick rod, veined and with a huge purple head. I shuddered at the thought of that thing entering me. Gratefully I remembered his statement that he had no use for women, other than to inflict pain. “That is what Svein is for, “ he had said.
I watched in horror as he selected a thin, whippy cane from his collection. It whistled sharply as he gave it a few experimental swings. Then he tapped the cane experimentally on the top of my breasts, just above the nipples. His wrist flicked, there was a brief whistle, and blinding agony exploded through my body! Instinctively my hand cradled my breasts!
“So we start again, and now the strokes are doubled.” He said gently.
“No! Please! I’ll do anything!” I was pleading!
“What do you have that I want?” He asked, still in a soft voice.
“M...my mouth? My cunt? My ass?” I had no shame now.
“That is what Svein is for. I have no use for women, except to see them suffer.”
I thought of the young man, the scar of his castration still so new. His body was the plaything of this gross monster. With a shuddering sigh, I placed my hands behind my head.
The cane tapped lightly across my nipples. Again the flick of the wrist. The pain as the cane struck both nipples was unbearable, but this time I managed to keep my hands where they were. Again the little cane whistled, flicking against the underside of my breasts. Then my nipples again! My body was trembling from head to toe. I couldn’t take more of this! He nodded at me. “You have done well. You are brave and strong. Now you need to learn to use the whip.
I lowered my hands, cradling my abused breasts. Despite the pain I did feel a sense of arousal. Could one really derive pleasure from such pain?
For the rest of the afternoon I learnt to handle a whip, swinging various whips at the whipping post until I could use them with force and accuracy.
As the sun set I was taken back to Mahmoud’s chambers. I was allowed to bathe and my body was oiled by a slim Asian slave girl. The two of us served our master his dinner and attended to his needs. Svein was there, dressed in light trousers, his feet bare. I noticed fresh whipmarks on his back.
We were ordered to prepare Mahmoud for bed. As we undressed him I shuddered at the sight of his gross body. His paunch hung in a huge fold, almost covering his genitals. Despite the paunch, his shoulders and thighs were massively muscled. We went with him to his bath, a massive sunken pool. Gently we washed the massive body. Li, the Asian slave, lifted the fold of his paunch to clean the half concealed genitals. His cock was a short, massively thick rod, veined and with a huge purple head. I shuddered at the thought of that thing entering me. Gratefully I remembered his statement that he had no use for women, other than to inflict pain. “That is what Svein is for, “ he had said.