My eyes grew wide as I watched them approach me, and I felt, despite all I had gone through so far, a new embarrassment at being seen so naked by someone new

I turned my head away, staring down at the floor as the two walked up behind me. I felt myself cringing in embarrassment, not at the contemptuous look in the older woman's eyes, for I was used to that. No, what made me feel so shamed was the look of pity mixed with amusement in the other's face.

"Turn around, slut," The Mistress ordered.

Having no choice I slowly moved around, still looking down at the ground. All I could see was my own nude body, the stone floor, and two pair of feet and legs.

One pair of feet belonged to the Mistress. Contrary to her normal thigh high leather boots she now wore high heel dress shoes and a dark black dress that hung down around her knees.

The other pair of feet were clad in old tennis shoes.

"Look up at us, slut," the mistress demanded.

Clenching my teeth against waves of shame I slowly raised my gaze, going up the legs clad in faded denim, up to the tight crotch, the wide flaring hips, the narrow waist, then the high, firm breasts clad in a loose red sweater.

Then I turned my gaze away, not wanting to see her, not able to look this new stranger in the face. I concentrated instead on the Mistress' now familiar smirk. Even so I could not block out the other woman's gaze.

She was younger than the Mistress, yet older than me. She was perhaps twenty two. She had flowing brown hair, straighter than the Mistress, which hung around her shoulders. Her eyes were dark brown and seemed slightly slanted, as though she bore a touch of native Indian, or perhaps Asian in her blood.

She had a beautiful, sleek face, as compared to my own cuteness which could never achieve that calm, sophisticated, smouldering look.

"Dirty little slut," Mistress said.

"Oh don't be so mean to her, Mother," the other one sighed. "She's really quite a pretty little thing."

"She's a whore, Alex."

"That's no reason to speak so cruelly to her."

"You were always far too tolerant, Alex," Mistress sniffed.

"More understanding, maybe."

"Understanding," Mistress snorted. "I understand she's a filthy little fuck-toy. What more is there to understand?"

"There's nothing necessarily wrong with giving people pleasure, mother," the woman called Alex said.

"She's a cheap, bimbo cunt," Mistress sneered.

She reached down and gripped my hair, jerking my head up and back, raising my behind up off my heels and forcing my back to arch cruelly.

"Look at these," Mistress sneered, slapping one of my breasts. "She's built to be fucked, a dirty little bitch dog in heat that's made for hard riding."

"That's not her fault," Alex said, smiling softly down at me as Mistress let my hair go.

"Bah," Mistress snorted, turning and stalking away.

She stomped up the stairs to the top. I heard a door slam and then was alone with Alex. I looked down at the floor again, embarrassed.

She slid a finger under my chin and gently lifted my face up until I looked her in the face.

"What's your name girl?" she asked.

"Slut, uh, mistress," I gulped.

"I mean your real name, and you can call me Alex."

"Ho... Holly... Alex," I whispered fearfully, thinking it might be a trick.

"Poor little thing," she smiled.

She pulled me to my feet. I was almost about the same height as her, yet even so, and even though she could only be a few years older, I felt like a little girl.

She moved to the cupboard and came back with a little key. Smiling softly, she unlocked the little padlocks that held the leather bracelets to my wrists and ankles, then pulled them off. She unlocked the padlock holding the chain around my waist as well, removing it.

I was free now, except for the collar around my throat, but that hardly mattered.

"Come over here, Holly," she said, walking towards the other side of the room.

I followed after her slowly, watching her grip the bottom of her sweater in front, then pull it upwards and toss it on the table as she passed.

She reached the far wall, where there seemed to be some kind of cupboard, and pulled it forward. The wooden cupboard, which turned out not to be a cupboard, fell forward and turned out to be a bed that folded up into the wall when not in use.

She turned and sat on the edge of the bed, then undid the catch on her jeans and pulled the zipper down. She wore a lacy black bra and matching string bikini panties underneath. No. As she skimmed the tight jeans down her legs I saw that they were more of a G-string than panties.

"Come here, dear," she smiled, patting the bed beside her.

Nervously, and wanting very much to please this woman who seemed so much nicer than Mistress, I sat down next to her. She smiled and put her arm across my shoulders.

"Has my mother been mean to you, Holly?"

I didn't dare answer yes to that so I shook my head no.

"Has she hurt your poor little ass with her whips and sticks?"

"Just... just a little," I gulped.

"You smell so fresh and clean," she said, sniffing my hair, running her fingers through it.

She leaned over and kissed me lightly on the cheek, then slid her right hand under my breasts, cupping and stroking them.

"You have lovely breasts, dear," she said.

"Tha... tha... thank you, A... A... Alex," I gulped.

She slid her hand up onto my chin and gently tilted it towards her, then leaned forward and kissed me on the lips. Her lips moved gently, her tongue dipping and darting ever so lightly against my own lips. She pulled back just a little, smiled again, and said. "Kiss me back, Holly."

Her lips pressed against mine again and this time I moved mine to meet them, softening them, opening them a little. I'd never kissed a girl before, but I wanted Alex to like me. All I'd experienced for the past few days had been terrible cruelties and the most vicious, horrible words and insults ever directed at me.

She stroked my breasts, then found my left nipple with her fingers. She pinched it very lightly, then rolled it between her thumb and forefinger. It felt nice, not at all painful. She slid her hand down between my legs then, cupping my pubic mound.

I winced just a bit, for my pussy still ached from the bruising ride on the sawhorse, and the insides were aching from that awful fist fucking Alex's mother had given me. But she was very gentle. Her hand just cupped my pussy and didn't squeeze hard or anything. She was so much nicer than her mother that I began to relax, to melt against her.

Our kisses became deeper, not passionate exactly, but less restrained. She rubbed her hand lightly over my pussy, pressing hard only with her two middle fingers, right over my slit. She eased one finger into my crack, sawing it up and down between my pussy lips, still very gentle.

She took her hand out and gripped mine, then slowly pulled it over to her own groin. She pressed my hand against her pussy flattening my palm against her womanhood. I felt her heat through the very thin little G-string.

She rubbed my hand up and down a little, then slid it upwards, to her belly, then down again, this time pushing my fingers through the elastic and into the G-string. She let my hand go but I continued, feeling her soft crinkly pubic hair, then her moist little indentation, the soft crack of her pussy opening.

She put her hand back on my pussy, stroking lightly across my slit, concentrating on my clitty with her soft, nimble fingers. I imitated her as best I could, stroking up and down against her pussy slit with my own fingers, searching for her clitty and rubbing it gently.

"That's it, darling," she sighed, pulling her lips free of mine. "Rub me there."

She kissed my cheek, then slid her tongue and warm lips down under my jaw, sucking and biting lightly on the nape of my neck, then down further, her tongue wet and tingly on my flesh as it moved down my chest and over my left breast. She slid it around and around my nipple, then over it.

Her lips closed and she sucked on my nipple, which was rapidly hardening under such tender care. In fact, my body was warm and yielding, relaxing in the gentleness and friendliness of this woman.

"It must be so nice to be a slut," she smiled softly. "Nothing to do but have sex. Making people happy all the time, giving them orgasms, and having so many yourself."

She sighed and shook her head, still smiling gently. "I almost wish I was a slut too, but I'm too strong willed."

She kissed me on the lips again, sliding her lips over mine and silencing whatever words I might have thought of as a reply. I wanted to deny being a slut, but didn't want to argue with her in any way. She was being so nice, after all.

Anyway, I didn't want to do anything to disturb those gentle fingers that were rubbing at my pussy entrance. My groin was hot and getting hotter, the sex heat boiling up through my belly to my chest and setting my mind throbbing with lust and desire.

I continued to rub at her slit, and, very daringly, slid a single finger against her crack and slowly pressed it inwards. She didn't yell or stop me. I was waiting to pull back at any sign that she didn't like it, but saw nothing. So I slowly pushed my finger up into her pussy tube, pumping it lightly in and out.

To my delight she responded by imitating me, sliding one of her fingers up into my pussy and pumping it in and out. It was like we were in agreement, like I was showing her something. It was the first time since I'd gotten here that I'd been allowed to lead anyone in anything, even in such a small thing.

We slowly fell back on the bed, still kissing, rubbing at each other's pussy cracks as we sighed in pleasure. Neither of us noticed the door at the top of the stairs opening and Alex's mother coming down them.

"Well, well, well. Isn't this a pretty picture."

Alex gasped and sat up, pulling free of me. I sat up too, pulling my hand out of her G-string and looking guiltily up at her mother.

Her mother, Mistress, I mean, was wearing a kind of frilly, silky black nighty. It was strapless and low cut, exposing much of her firm breasts, but it was also very long, hanging to the floor. She wore thing silky black gloves that went all the way up past her elbows.

And in her hand was an ugly looking black riding crop.

"Why did you take off her restraints?" Mistress demanded.

"Oh, Mother," Alex sighed, getting to her feet. "She doesn't need restraints. Look how helpless she is. She couldn't hurt a fly. Anyway, they look horrid."

"She was made for chains. Look at the slut. She should have been in chains for years now."

"Nonsense," Alex smiled, padding over to the cupboard. "Silks and satins would look much nicer on her soft little body."

She came back with some kind of clothing. Under her mother's glaring eyes she slid a long filmy nightie over my head. it hung down to my thighs, and was almost completely see through. She also had a pair of gloves like her mother wore, only these were white, like the nightie. She sat beside me, then kissed my right hand, and slid the glove onto it and up my wrist and arm.

"You're being ridiculous, Alex," her mother snapped.

Alex ignored her, taking my other hand, kissing it, then sliding the glove up to my elbow. She stood up and pulled me to my feet.

"Now doesn't she look sweet, Mother?" She asked.

"Sweet!?"

Her mother glared at her, then at me. She reached out and gripped the front of the thin nightie then tore it right off, ripping it right down the front.

"Mother," Alex sighed. "You're so nasty sometimes."

"That's me, Alex, nasty as they come," the older woman leered.

She gripped my arm and steered me across the room and over near where all the chains were hanging. She pulled out another pair of leather bands, restraints, and put them around my wrists. These were thicker than the others and didn't lock, fastening with a strong but simple buckle.

She linked them together by the rings sticking out of them, then pulled one of the chains free of the wall and snapped it to the rings.

"You're so dramatic, Mother," Alex sighed, watching, her arms folded.

The chain pulled up, raising my arms above my head, lifting me to my toes. This time though she stopped there, so I was half standing, and half hanging.

"You really do look very sexy like that, Holly," Alex smiled. "Just so enticing, so sensual."

She moved beside me and slid her arm around me, then cupped both my breasts in her hands, squeezing slowly but firmly.

"Don't you feel incredibly hot?" she sighed. "Look how your chest is so well defined, how your belly is sucked in. You look adorable."

"She's a cheap slut," her mother said, standing on my other side. "And she should be treated like one."

She pushed the grip of the riding crop against my chin and shoved it up hard, forcing my head back. I gave a little murmur of protest and she sneered in disgust.

"Bet you wish this was a hard cock, don't you slut."

She pushed the base against my mouth and pushed hard.

"Suck it. Suck it like it was a cock," she ordered.

I closed my lips around it, sucking like she ordered. She pumped it slowly in and out of my mouth, leering at me. Alex continued to squeeze my breasts, watching with rapt fascination.

"You look so sexy doing that," she sighed.

"We'll see how sexy she looks," her mother sniffed, jerking the crop out of my mouth.

She went around behind me and Alex reluctantly slipped her hands off my breasts and stood back.

I heard a hissing sound, then the crop cracked down hard against the center of my back.

"AAAAHHHHRRRGGHHH!!!!!" I shrieked, the pain flashing through me like a hurricane, blasting against my senses with all the force of a high speed locomotive.

"Oh that's so hot," I heard Alex gasp.

Again the whip slashed down across my shoulders and again I screamed in agony, my body thrashing and jerking, dancing on the end of the chain as Alex clapped her hands in glee.

"Oh if you could only see yourself, Holly," she said. "You"re the absolute essence of hot, wanton sex!"

CRACK!

I shrieked in maddened pain, tearing at the leather restraints, my toes scrambling on the floor as I tried to pull away.

CRACK!

"Her ass, mother. Smack her little ass!" Alex cried.

The crop lashed across my soft round buttocks and a blast of pain hurled my hips forward. I swung wildly on the chain as I wailed in agony, my feet unable to find purchase on the ground.

The crop smashed into my back again, criss-crossing my shoulders, then ripping my lower back before whipping across my aching buttocks again.

Alex was standing off to one side, eyes wide as she watched with glee and delight. She was squeezing her breasts and had a hand in her G-string as she masturbated.

"Oh mother, motehr can't I do it!" she groaned. "Can't I hit her!? Please, mummy!"

CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK!

The crop slashed down across my back again and again, now and then slicing into my buttocks instead. Alex... sweet, friendly Alex... groaned in pleasure at each blow, her eyes wide and filled with lust and passion.

The blows stopped finally and I groaned and all but collapsed, hanging there from the wrists.

"She's so sexy, mother! You're so sexy, Holly!" she cried.

"All right, Alex," her mother smiled. "You want to make her dance?"

"Oh yeesssss!" she squealed.

"Here." She handed over the crop.

Alex jumped up and down then moved behind me.

"She's all marked up already," she said, as if noticing this for the first time.

"Riding crops have a tendency to do that, dear," her mother replied.

"Oh! I know!" Alex squealed, moving around in front of me. "Can I whip her breasts, mummy!? Please! Can I! Can !?"

"Well, all right, but don't mark her face."

"Of course not, mummy," Alex said indignantly.

She eyed my breasts hungrily, rolling the crop between her fingers. I gasped and tried to swing away but her mother moved behind me and gripped my hair. She jerked my head back harshly, snickering as she watched her daughter raise the crop.

"Please!" I gasped. "Please don't!"

"Oh Holly, but it will be so sexy!" Alex cried. "You'll be so delicious with your sweet breasts all bruised and battered!"

"Noooooo!" I sobbed, unable to even see her as her mother kept my head pulled way back.

My rounded breasts stuck up and out enticingly, the soft white skin straining over the full meaty orbs as my head was forced back sharply.

I heard the swish of the crop slicing through the air, then screamed so loud I hurt my throat. The pain was immense, unbelievable, unbearable. It was like my right breast had just been stabbed with a sharp knife, spiked right through the middle.

Alex squealed in delight as the crop sank into my soft meat and cut it in two. She raised it and whipped it down again even harder. It struck my left breast right across the middle, right over my nipple, sinking in all the way to my ribs and giving them a bruising smack.

I screamed insanely, unable to stand the massive blasts of agony as my sensitive breasts were so cruelly abused. My skull felt like it would explode from the enormous shattering agony that was burning through my mind.

Again the crop slashed through the air, this time cutting in from the side, ramming into the side of my right breast and smashing it over against the other. She slashed it against the side of my left breast, then lashed it down the center again, striking my nipple with the exact tip of the crop.

Never had I imagined such pain existed. I thought that I had been hurt before, I thought that the sawhorse cutting into my pussy hurt, that the crop striking my bottom hurt, or my back, but never had anything compared to the fiery aching explosion of searing pain that was coming from my battered breasts.

My soft meaty breasts danced and shook and bounced and wobbled under the repeated blows. I howled and screamed, sobbing and cursing and begging with all my soul for her to stop. I would have done anything in the world to stop the pain, even killing myself if it were possible.

But Alex just kept slashing the crop down on my boiling hot breasts, raising welts all along their rounded surfaces.

She altered her aim all of a sudden, swinging the crop sideways so it cut across my chest just below my breasts. It hurt terribly, yet it was like a deliverance. The sharp aching stab of awful pain was better than the explosion of agony when it hit my breasts, and I begged silently that she hit me there again, that she hit me anywhere but my breasts.

The crop cut across my belly, setting it afire and leaving a trail of torturous pain. It ripped into my hips one at a time, then struck my lower belly several times before working its way upwards, hitting my stomach, then my lower chest, then ripping into my breasts again.

Finally it stopped. Mistress let go of my hair and my head fell toward lifelessly. My eyes were dull slits and my mind a numbed, tortured mass of agony.

"Doesn't she look lovely," Alex sighed. "Oh she's just so sweet."

"Yes, dear, I know," her mother smiled.

"The essence of the sweet tortured woman," Alex sighed.

They lowered me to the floor and then took the buckles off. I was hardly aware of anything as they carried me into my cell and dropped me onto the floor.

I blacked out quickly.