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Sorority Girls B&D story 3/3
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The Sorrority: Chapter 3
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Karen led KA3 through a myriad of passageways and rooms, into the
showers. "Remove your clothes, KA3.", she said. He responded
with a simple "Yes, mistress, thank you, mistress." and removed his
clothing.
Karen motioned her new slave to stand against a wall, while she
hooked up a hose to one of the showers. There was soap already in the
room. "Okay, slave, step two feet away from the wall. That's good,
now, while facing the wall, hold both hands high up and lean forward.
Now, spread your legs until I can see your anus." KA3 complied, a
look of fear in his eyes. He didn't know what was going to happen
next. Karen loved torturing her slaves; too bad they never lasted
very long. Maybe KA3 would be different... maybe.
She turned the water on hot, and left the cold alone. She sprayed
the back of KA3's neck, back, buttocks, and legs with it. She ignored
his screaming; the other slaves had reacted similiarly. She was
rather impressed with her new slave, however. Thoughout all of this,
he never once moved from his position. That was good for him; it
saved him from a beating. His entire backside was red from the heat of
the scalding hot water. She turned on a little cold water, so that
KA3 would survive the next step. She walked over to him, told him not
to move, and thrust the tip of the hose into his anus. KA3 screamed
as the warm water filled up his insides. Eventually, those screams
became gurgles as the water eventually made its trip up through his
mouth. Several bits of fecii (sp?) spewed rom his mouth with along with the
water. Through all of this, KA3 still remained in his position. She
left the hose in his anus for 60 seconds, until KA3 had almost passed
out from lack of air.
When she took the hose out, a lot of brown-colored liquid
immediately spewed from his anus. Karen would never let her slave get
that dirty inside again. KA3, despite his best intentions, fell to
the floor and started gagging. Evidently, he had inadvertently
breathed in some of the water. She waited for him to stop gagging and
compose himself.
After he had calmed down, she said "KA3, stand up again. Resume
your prior position." KA3 did as he was told. His eyes looked at
Karen, pleading not to hurt him anymore. "Don't worry, KA3; I won't
do that again tonight."
Karen then took a scrub brush, and some soap, and washed KA3's
back. She could tell that KA3 was enjoying the sensation, from the
occasional "Mmmmm's" he would make. He wasn't seually excited,
however. He had been through too much tonight. Karen hated washing
the anus, but knew it was her responsibilty. She scrubbed hard, on
his anus. This made KA3 yelp a little, and eventually he begged her
to stop. He was talking too much, so Karen told him to shut up.
After his anus and backside were clean, she sprayed him off with hot
water again, to wash the soap away. KA3 screamed again. She would
not beat him for this; it was punishment enough in itself.
Karen did like KA3's body; otherwise she would never have chosen
him. Having this sort of dominace over him was beginning to turn her
on. First, there were other matters to attend to. "Now, turn around.
Hold your arms up high, head forward, legs apart, and butt against the
wall." It took KA3 a minute to comply, but he eventually did. It
was obvious that he was in alot of pain.
He still had throwup, piss, cum, and blood on his front. Karen
sprayed the hot water directly into KA3's face and hair. The blood
instantly came away; she only had to spray his face for about 10
seconds. KA3 screamed the entire time, but that didn't matter; he was
only a slave, and had (!) begged to be treated like this. As far as
Karen was concerned, she was giving KA3 what he really wanted--total
and brutal treatment. Karen enjoyed brutalizing her slave. The same
procedure was followed with his chest and stomach. When she sprayed
his stomach, the shrieks got a lot louder; probably from the hot water
dripping onto his cock. When she moved the water to his penis, KA3
passed out and fell to the floor. Karen finished giving KA3 his
shower; it didn't matter whether or not he was consious. In some
ways, it made it easier. It sure as hell was quieter. Karen waited
for KA3 to regain consiousness.
"KA3, get your clothes and follow me." Karen brought KA3 to a
room that had a furnace. She opened the furnace, revealing a bright
red fire within. "Those clothes belong to Jack. Throw them in here."
Often, this was the hardest part of becoming a slave. The clothing
that they carry is their last link to their old life. KA3 didn't
seem to have this problem, and quickly tossed his clothes into the
flame. He looked somewhat relieved, though--perhaps thinking that this
was all that he was in this room for. As he watched them burn,
however, Karen saw his eyes glaze over; he was going to miss them.
There was a stretcher in the room, and Karen instructed KA3
to lie belly-down on it. After the prior treatment of his anus, KA3
whimpered, but obeyed her anyway. He knew that he was Karen's slave,
and that absolute obedience was required. Karen firmly strapped him
in; especially his upper thighs and lower back and arms. She then left
the room to get her instruments.
When she returned, she saw that KA3 had figured out what was about
to happen. "Mistress Karen, Please -" he started.
"Shut up, slave." Karen retorted. KA3 obeyed. She took the
branding irons from her bag and placed them both in the red hot flame,
letting them get hot. It usually took about 20-30 minutes for the irons
to get hot enough for a clean burn. The irons were rather pretty.
One iron had the letters KA in cursive; the other had a numeral 3 on
it. Each iron was the size of a large man's hand. They both waited
for the irons to heat up.
"Which is more sensitive, your balls or your anus, slave?" Karen asked.
"I don't know, mistress. They are both very sensitive." KA3
sobbed. Karen wanted to torture him just a little bit. She took a
fire poker out of her bag and placed it in the fire, also. After
about five minutes, she took it back out. She spread his butt cheeks
apart, and pressed the poker into his anus. He screamed and screamed.
Karen held it there for 20 seconds. Some skin from his anus stuck to
the poker. She stuck it back in the fire burn the skin off, and
reheat it. He was pleading her to stop hurting him, asking what had
he done wrong. She ignored him. After another five minutes, she
pulled the poker out and pressed it against KA3's balls. They were
quite accessible from this position, with his legs spread apart. When
she pressed the poker against KA3's balls, he started convulsing
wildly, screaming in agony. He had done the same thing when his anus
had been scarred, but this was much more intense. She held the poker
on his balls for 30 seconds. Luckily, the skin was burnt, but still
there. "I'd say that your balls are much more sensitive," she told
him.
They had twenty more minutes to wait; Karen left KA3 alone this
entire time. He was sobbing heavily, but she didn't care; she had her
own memories. A man had once treated her similiarly; this was her
revenge, and pleasure. At long last, the brands were red-hot and
ready.
"It is in your best interest that you not move while I do this,"
Karen told KA3. "You will want a clean brand to show off. Also, if
you move, the blood will not cauterize properly." She poised the "KA"
brand above KA3's left buttock, waited to let the tension build (this
was often the worst part for new slaves), and thrust down cleanly into
his flesh. She pressed in about a quarter of an inch, waited for
exactly 30 seconds to allow the blood to cauterize, and quickly pulled
the brand out. KA3 screamed and wailed the entire time, his body
reflexively trying to break free of the restraints. His back would
arch in pain, then go limp; then arch again, and go limp. When the
smell of his own charred flesh reached his nostrils, his efforts
doubled, but to no avail. He was securely bound. He was making too
much noise, so Karen stuck a gag in his mouth.
Then she brought out the number 3 brand. The look in KA3's eyes
showed clearly that he was in a very great deal of pain. There was a
puddle of water on the table from the tears running down his cheeks.
His nose was pointing the wrong way, from when Karen had broken it the
prior day. The second brand was the most important. She decided to
play with KA3 for a while. She walked behind him, where he couldn't
see her.
She waited 10 seconds, and placed her hand on his right butt cheek.
KA3's entire body convulsed, having expected something much more
intense. His reflexive scream made Karen smile. They quickest way to
dominate the mind is to dominate the body. Things were working out
very well. She removed her hand, waited 10 more seconds, and placed
it again on his butt. The convulsion was even stronger this time; the
mental agony was straining KA3 to his limits. She placed brand number
three in the fire, letting it heat back up for the real moment.
She looked at KA3's branded buttock, and admired her brand. It was
perfect; the best she had done yet. She traced her finger through the
grooves of the brand, eliciting sharp cries of pain from hr slave.
She was glad she had gagged him. Finally, after the brand 3 was hot,
she again walked behind him and placed her hand on his buttock. He
convulsed more than before, shreiking in an agony that wasn't even
there. In the middle of his convulsion, she quickly removed her hand
and stabbed the brand into him. His convulsion doubled, every muscle
in his body tensed. Then, his convulsion lessened, and increased, and
lessened, and increased. It went on like this for about 30 seconds,
when she removed the brand.
"These will probably itch for a day or two; do not touch them. If
you do, I will have to rebrand you. You may thank me for branding you
my slave." She removed the gag from KA3's mouth.
"Thank you, mistress, for branding your slave." He managed to say
this between gasps and sobs. Karen then unstrapped him, and had him
follow her to her underground room.
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Once back in her room, Karen chained her slave to the foot of her
bed. He would be no good for sexual games tonight, she knew.
KA3 felt the last of the chains being snapped put on him. He was
afraid of Karen. She had hurt him so much, in so many places, so
intensely, what was going to happen tomorrow? Was she done for the
night? She undressed down to nothing, ignoring him. This, perhaps,
was the worst of all. He had been branded like an animal, and now,
with apparently no regard for him as a human being, had taken off her
clothes in front of him. She had removed her clothing in front of him
as casually as she would have undressed in front of a dog. She then
lay on top of the bed.
His mistress was beautiful. A "true" blonde. As she lay on the
bed, she began rubbing herself up and down her body. As her left hand
was massaging her small breasts and nipples, her right hand was
exploring other recesses of her body. The index finger was exploring
her cunt, going deep inside, swirling around; pushing down on the
bottom of her hole, pulling up to the top. She came and came and
came. She was still experiencing orgasms when KA3 passed out from
the pain.
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