Chapter 18: The X-frame

I stubbornly defend my self-control for nearly ten minutes. The thrumming vibrator is exquisite torture and Señorita Maria is merciless in her drive to make me surrender myself completely. Realistically, it’s a battle she is certain to win. I doubt any young woman could resist becoming aroused in response to such delightful torment. I could blame my eventual loss of control on Cassie’s screams of pleasure as her Señorita finally allows her to enjoy a massive orgasm. However, my excuse would be unfair, since my juices were already streaming from my cunt when that occurred. Seconds later a powerful orgasm hits me like a truck. My only shred of success from the whole ordeal is my ability to keep my arms and legs more-or-less in position.

“Hmm. It seems as though Mistress Matilda has been truthful in her appraisal of your abilities,” murmurs Señorita Maria. “That could be unfortunate for you. Mistress Claudia will almost certainly want to gain more from your presence here.”

I’m not certain what Señorita Maria means since I have no idea what Mistress Matilda has recorded about me. Nor do I know what Mistress Claudia hopes to achieve from my imprisonment. I would like to ask questions, but my promise to submit and obey, and the fear of the consequences for disobedience, is the stronger emotion.

“I salute you, Slave Laura,” says Señorita Maria. “Your courage and self-control is something I rarely see in a slave imprisoned in these caves. But be warned; I’ve seen scores of submissive men and women enter here over the years, but less than a handful leave here with their spirit and self-respect intact. Mistress Claudia excels at wiping away a slave’s last vestiges of dignity and self-worth. Nearly all submissives leaving here are mentally incapable of being anything more than a slave broken to the whim of his or her mistress.

“As you must realise by now, your choice to surrender your freedom to those of the Dominas-Kongress is fraught with danger and risk. There are rewards as well, of course, but most newcomers either rebel, or weep and plead for mercy, long before they get near to achieving that goal. So far you have endured your treatment with fortitude. However, you agreed to wear the bangle denoting your status as a sex slave. That’s a brave choice which will surely test your resolve and abilities to the limit. Succeed in your training, and you can return to Mistress Matilda with pride; fail and you will be reduced to a broken shadow of your former self, like Cassie over there. And should you rebel against the regime, then none of the mistresses will have any qualms about selling you to an underworld brothel.”

I feel afraid, but my fear is tempered by a feeling that I can endure whatever is expected of me. Señorita Maria’s words suggest that it is possible to succeed, and that ultimately it is my own resilience that will decide success or failure. For the last two months, I’ve immersed myself into the world of dominance and submission, and discovered that I’m able to not only tolerate the life as a submissive ‘slave’, but that I actually love it. Despite Señorita Maria’s appraisal of Cassie, I don’t see anything in Cassie’s behaviour to cause me alarm.

“Señorita Juana,” calls Señorita Maria to the woman dressed like her across the cavern. “Slave Laura has made a mess. I think Slave Cassie needs to clean up.”

I watch as Cassie is unfastened from her ‘X’ frame and her wrist cuffs are locked behind her back. Señorita Juana leads Cassie on a convoluted zig-zag, guiding her chain runner along the rail network until Cassie reaches me. I still hold my spread-eagled position against my frame since Señorita Maria hasn’t instructed me to do otherwise. Señorita Juana directs Cassie’s head towards my cum lying in a puddle on the floor. However, Cassie’s first action isn’t to clean the floor, but to push her tongue into my cunt and suck whatever cum is left inside. The effect on me is electric, and I do my best not to become too aroused. Clearly this is another of Señorita Maria’s torments to test my resolve.

My breathing becomes ragged at Cassie’s delightful probing of my cunt. My clit isn’t ignored as her tongue continues its invasion of my body. However, despite Cassie’s delightful assault on my senses, I hold my position and quell any urge to reach an orgasm. My stubborn pride is winning the battle.

“Fifteen seconds, Slave Cassie,” says Señorita Juana, rubbing the end of the two prong tawse she is holding against Cassie’s arse.