Chapter 5

It wasn’t long before Haley was removed from her strict bondage and placed in another painful position. This time she was forced on her knees in front of a wooden device. Her arms were bent behind her so they each formed a perfect right angle to her shoulders and back. They were then fastened in place at the wrists and elbows. The wooded device ran between her legs and her ankles and knees were bound to it as well. As before, two painful dildos protruded from the device and filled both of her orifices. Finally, a ring gag stretched her jaws and she was powerless to stop the drool from dripping down her chin.

This new position left her bare breasts, midriff, and thighs exposed. Haley soon learned why as Anne approached with a cat of nine tails dangling from her hand. Each strand was round and as thick as her index finger and ended in a hard leather knot. Anne dangled the nine wicked tendrils in front of Haley’s face. “The pain you are about to feel is punishment for the twenty-three years spent rejecting your true purpose.”

Haley tried to whine a protest; the ring gag allowed her to make some noise from her throat but any kind of words were impossible. It didn’t matter anyway because Anne brought the heavy leather whip down across the top of her breasts sending a skin rippling shock through her entire body. She jumped and jerked the restraints cutting into her skin and an ear-piercing shriek came from her stuck open mouth. The whip came down again, and again, and again, with each hit a wave of fresh pain drove her into a panicked frenzy. The dildos ground against her delicate insides but the beating continued.

Once her tits were beaten to a red and blue palp the whip found her belly and thighs. Each area getting thorough attention until her body was crisscrossed will bright red welts the shape of the whip’s tails. Where the end knots hit purple bruises were already beginning to form.

By the time Anne was finished Haley’s face was coated in a layer of drool and tears. She gazed down at her swollen purpling breasts. The throbbing stinging sensation emanating upward to her wracked brain.

Anne removed the gag. Haley did not dare speak, fearing it may cause another beating. “What is the Objects name and purpose?” Anne asked.

Haley’s mind searched for an answer already knowing what Anne wanted to hear. But she desperately did not want to give her the answer she wanted.

The whip slapped across her tits again, one of the knots pounding her sensitive nipple. Haley screamed, her mouth free of the gag, she emptied her lungs of everything they had. “I asked you a question,” Anne said, after Haley’s screams dissipated.

Haley forced herself to breathe and decided to give Anne what she wanted. Just saying it wouldn’t mean much they could never make her believe it. “The Objects name is Michelle 053 its purpose is to serve and satisfy clients,” Haley yelled, desperate to get the words out before the whip fell again.

“Good, understanding that you have no choices but to give me what I want is a first step. It will be a while before you say those words and actually believe them but we’ll get there.”

She was allowed another small drink of water and then the gag was replaced. “We’ll give you some time to rest and then we will return for round two. We can’t forget about your back side after all.”

Haley moaned, at the thought of enduring another beating. Will this hell ever end? Why was this happening to her?

Haley would endure a total of six beatings two more on her front side and three on her back side. At the end of each round, as Anne called them, Haley was forced to repeat the same mantra from the first round. Then she would be allowed something to drink and a short break. As her body became increasingly bruised and, in a few places, bloody she came to love those short breaks. She found herself actually begging Anne, through the ring gag, to be allowed to renounce her old identity as long as it meant she could have water and a reprieve. Anne did not relent, of course, making Haley endure the full duration of each round. But when those short breaks did come Haley spent the time trying to remember when not feeling pain and terror was a normal occurrence.