Chapter 3
Within a quarter of an hour, two overseers came to prepare her for her
punishment. The two young males looked at her in disgust, and Chiara realized
that she must be a mess. Releasing her from the agony frame, they carried her
out of the cell, one floor below, The eerie silence in the corridors made her
shiver, but she froze as one of the doors opened briefly and she caught a
glimpse of a woman with a bullwhip and the bleeding thighs of a slave who she
was practicing on. She must have been at it for a long time, as the hanging
slave could no longer muster the strength of standing. The ugly welts on her
breasts and lower belly, where the whip had found its mark were twitching in
pain. Her thighs tied apart. exposing the shaved pussy to the kisses of the the
instrument.
They carried her on. Down below, where the special section was. The door they
eventually opened had a strange sign on it: a kneeling woman, her head thrown
back, mouth gaping wide open. Inside, a number of slaves were kneeling along the
wall, affixed to it. Some were weeping quietly, while others made strange
gulping sounds .It slowly dawned on Chiara what she was in for: the dreaded
toilet service. She fought like mad, as the overseers forced her to her knees,
but given her prolonged tortures, she was no match for them. Not a word was
spoken, as they swiftly tied her in place: onto the huge dildo protruding
obscenely from wall a the level of her pussy. Metal bands held her by the waist.
Her breasts were placed in so called spiders: pointed arms driven into the base
of her tits. This made her effectively immobile, as the only position where she
was not in pain was flat against the wall. They even left her arms untied, to
emphasize that she was totally helpless anyway. When thy put on the hood and
inserted the tube into her mouth, her ties were complete. One of the overseers
bent down to her ears to whisper to her:
"When you receive the liquidized shit and piss, make sure you do not lose a
drop. Just gulp, sweety or you are in big trouble. Any drops you lose earn you a
whipping like the one you saw upstairs. Enjoy your stay in the toilets."
She lost it completely then. She wanted out, she was terrorized. Never before
had she been subjected to such a punishment. She could not imagine how she could
possibly drink shit. But she knew she had to, because she could much less
imagine being at the receiving end of the bullwhip. She heard noises from what
must have been to toilet cabin upstairs. She heard the toilet being flushed,
seconds before the repulsive fluids hit her gums. Instinctively she started to
gulp it down, so as not to drown in it as well as in fear of the flogging the
overseer had mentioned. Nausea hit her but she willed herself to just keep on
swallowing. Strangely she was even grateful that it was just piss. She could not
have handled shit at this point. However it was not long before she heard the
familiar sounds of someone fating and pressing upstairs. She fought like mad,
desperately grasping the tube, trying to free herself. Pushing back from the
wall, thus tightening the grip of the spider on her breasts. To no avail. The
nauseating brew reached her mouth. She just could not make herself to drink it.
Her mouth filled and the shit still kept flowing. Eyes bulging out of their
sockets behind the mask, Chiara desperately racked her brain to find a way out.
Of course there was none. And so she lost it, the shit slowly filling up her
mask, across her face, down her chin. The smell hit her nose and almost made her
throw up. Retching wildly, she started to swallow. But it would not go down, she
kept throwing up. So they stopped the flow. Released her from the tube. The
overseers were there - again?
"Oh well", one of them said to her. "you cannot say we did not warn you. But you
would not listen. So, Bestia will have to work you over. Boy, she'll be mad with
you."
"And after the flogging, we'll bring you to your Master, who will flog you some
more. I bet, those two will skin you alive."
Bestia, needless to say, was the young woman who had practiced target on the
woman with a bullwhip. And at her hands, Chiara had endured the worst flogging
yet. By the end of it, there was no skin left on her back or belly. And when
Bestia was finished with her, after what seemed days, the Master who had bought
himself the privilege of being first, reappeared. In his hand, the agony rod,
which he used on her thighs, until those were bare of skin as well.
It took a week to restore her, but thanks to the special methods developed here,
eventually not a mark could be seen on her. But inside her head, the agony of
her ordeal remained, with plenty of more to come.
