Chapter 12

That night, Tulsa received the worst beating of her life. She was strung up by her nipple rings, her toes barely touching the ground, and whipped with a bullwhip, a riding crop, and a bamboo switch. Each time she passed out from the pain, icy water was dumped on her naked, bleeding body. From the soles of her feet to the top of her bald head, her body was a mass of whip marks, welts and bleeding stripes. Not a square inch of her body was spared - even her face was covered in welts. She was forced to spread herself with her fingers so her abusers could focus their blows directly on her asshole and cunt. They finished up by working her over with fists and boots. By the time Tulsa's punishment beating was over, she had several broken ribs, a fractured nose, both earlobes sliced nearly in half, and a piece of her labia missing. Thanks to the drugs she'd been injected with prior to the beating, she felt every little bit of pain associated with it. She would be given no relief, no anaesthetic during her reconstructive surgery, no pain killers to relieve the agony she was in.

Tulsa spent the next month in recovery, having minor operations to repair the damage done to her body. While the doctors were working on her nose, they modified her facial structure slightly, giving her a younger, sexier appearance. Her labium, both inner and outer, were slightly lengthened, as was her clitoris. And, finally, a small grommet was inserted in her nasal septum, allowing the attachment of a ring by which she could be led.

Once Tulsa's recovery ended, her training resumed. Now, though, her indoctrination focused more on the skills that would be found useful in a slave, rather than being designed to simply humiliate and degrade her. Tulsa and several other slaves at the clinic were taught such valuable topics as cooking, bartending, the intricacies of a formal social function, and erotic dancing. Six months later, Tulsa could plan a party for 50, cook a gourmet meal for them, mix drinks and give a lap dance.

Of course, Tulsa's other duties still waited for her. The 80-year-old still required nearly hourly care, though it appeared the treatments were beginning to work somewhat. The old hag wasn't nearly as incontinent, but seemed to need her attendant's tongue considerably more often. And, of course, she was still made available to other patients and staff. She just wasn't used as much as she had earlier, which was probably a good thing for her. It was difficult enough to concentrate and learn what was being taught; being constantly fucked while still unable to cum would have made it nearly impossible.

Being forbidden to have the orgasm which she so desperately needed only served to motivate Tulsa to perform to an extreme. Hopefully, someday soon, her Mistress would return and release her from this horrid restriction. Constantly horny, a sheen of moisture was always visible on her bald cunt. Juices dripped down her thighs as she performed her daily activities, and the clinic had taken to having her sleep on a rubberized sheet, rather than having to replace saturated mattresses every day or two.