TickleTorture wrote: ↑5 years ago
That night there was a crack of the whip. The sound of it meeting flesh, and then a gagged scream. Jasmin’s head snapped back as she felt a white hot line going acorss her belly. She swore she had to have been cut in half. But alas it was just like the previous twenty lashes.
“This her first time with a full on bullwhip?” Her Aunt- Mistress asked. She held the bullwhip in her hand. Both her and Jasmin’s mother had each lashed her twenty times with in.
“Yes, I’ve used some other things like the flog and crop on her. But the more serious stuff like the bullwhip and catoninetails I haven’t used yet.” She replied.
“Well she’s going to be getting that all the time now.” Vic said with a smile as she held it. “Never less than thirty lashes either.”
“Ommmmphheeess!” Jasmin geniuinely begged. “Phheess-ahggggghhnmohhieeeepmh!” Her body rocked as her Mistress sent a sharp strike right across her diaphragm.
“Silence slave!” She demanded cruelly and harshly. “Still need to break her obvious Lil Sis.” She said smirking at Vivian. Vivian rolled her eyes. “Look at that slave! Splendid.” Jasmin’s mother nodded in agreement. The teen latina was completely nude. Her dark brown hair put into a ponytail behind her. Twenty-two harsh whip marks, almost cuts criss crossed her midsection, from her ribs to her waist. Two marks went across her breasts, and a few actually trailed from her lower stomach all the way to her thighs. They were turning a harsh red on her flawless brown skin and covered much of her body.
“Oh look at that skin convulsing.” Vivian said mockingly as she walked over to her daughter’s nude form. She groped her tortured belly, it was shaking in agony. “Oh yes, and its only going to get worse.” She said slapping the abused skin, making Jasmin cry out into her ball gag. She was shackled to the ceiling, a pulley forcing her to stand on the balls of her feet painfully. Her thighs, where not whipped, shuddered in pain from being forced to stand like that for so long.
“If she’s not in near constant pain or humiliation then we’re not being harsh enough.” Her aunt said, a thin lustful smile on her lips. As her sister stepped back she whipped her niece once more. This one at an upward angle across her belly. Jasmin bit down on the rubber ball gag, screaming once more in agony.
“I’ve suffered this plenty times before.” She replied a hand on her hip.
“Oh I know.” Her sister replied. “Your husband should be happy. You’re still a knockout for your age.”
“My age? 36 is old know?” She said raising an eyebrow. Her sister let Jasmin marinate in pain for a few more seconds before whipping Jasmin again. “Not long enough wait, need to let her suffer a few more seconds before whipping her again.”
“Oh don’t be mad at me sis.” She said smiling. “You know what I meant.” She chuckled as she looked at Jasmin’s quivering body. Shaking in agony as she inhaled deep breaths through her nose. “I’ve helped your husband torture you before, I know your body is almost as good as your slave there.”
“Almost.”
Vic rolled her eyes. “Come on, you can do the final lashes.” She said, handing the bullwhip to Vivian, who smiled. Her daughter desperately shook her head toward her mother. Tears rolling down her cheeks. But all she received was a look from her master as she whipped her, hitting her ribs right below her breasts.
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About ten minuets later Jasmin hung from the ceiling. Sobbing in pain. Her arms hurt from her body being held up. Her legs hurt from being forced to stand on the balls of her feet. And her midsection and thighs were in the worst pain she had ever felt. This was past being pleasurable. It was agony.
“Lets get her some water.” Her Master said, taking a lukewarm cup and bringing it over to her. She took out her ball gag. Jasmine sobbed as she drank the water. “You better drink it Slave.” Her master said harshly as she drank it until the water was gone.
She couldn’t take it. “Please Master!” She said sobbing, shaking her head vigorously. “Please, this is too much. Please can I have a break?” She said, tears rolling down her cheek. Her mother crossed her arms as her Aunt’s eyes went wide.
“You then you can burst out talking and ask to have a break!” Her aunt- Mistress said, walking over and harshly pulling her hair back.
“You asked for this.” Her mother said, her arms still crossed. “You don’t get to back out now. You were the naive one. You don’t get a break. You get to submit and suffer.”
“Oh she’s going to suffer a lot for that.” Her Aunt said, walking over and lowering the pulling. Jasmin fell to her knees.
“Please!” She begged. As her eyes went wide as she saw her Aunt put on a strap on. She walked over and grabbed her roughly by the hair.
“You dare keep talking out of line.” She said slapping Jasmin roughly on the cheek. “You’re a slave, you will submit totally!” She pushed closer to her. “In!”
“Uh.” Jasmin paused, still sobbing until she was slapped again.
“Put it into your mouth slave! You need to practice, I know plenty of male acquaintances that we’ll be renting you out too!” Grabbing her by both hands by the hair she forced her onto the phallic shaft. Jasmin choked as her head was forced to move back and forth. Her mother walked over, shaking her head.
“A slave needs to know how to pleasure both sexes. But men especially.” She chuckled as Jasmin sobbed and gurgled on the strap on. “Come on slave, tell us, what are you!” She demanded slapping her cheek.
“Aghhhh smmaaaavvhhjggh!” She screamed, her hair being pulled farther along the strap on. Vic slapped her again.
“Beg for forgiveness for even asking for a break!” She demanded, slapping her again. Jasmin sobbed.
“Aghhhhhmessmmmph mmmaaghhphrehissmp!” Her ‘Mistress’ laughed as she forced the strapon deeper into her mouth. Jasmin sobbed as her throat became sore and she was humiliated by her aunt.
“You’re going to make me and your mother a ton of money when we start renting you out and auctioning you off.” She said, slapping Jasmin again, her body shaking in fear from listening. Overwhelmed by just how deep she had gotten herself. “Now get off!” She said pulling her hair and tossing her to the ground. She unclipped the strap on as her mother activated the pulley. Pulling her exposed body back into the air.
“You asked for this Slave.” Her mother said callously. “It will become much more natural in time. But youre not a broken slave yet.”
“Please Master, Mistress. I’m sorry!” Jasmin said sobbing as she saw her aunt walk up with a bunch of clamps and a ballgag. She sobbed as it was forced into her mouth. The clamps were then attached to her nipples, navel, four on each of her sides, her thighs, and more private areas. Her Aunt leered at her as she walked away. Jasmin was an intelligent girl, her eyes were wide and she screamed as she realized what these were.
“Time for you to scream some more slave.” Her mother said.
“Yes.” Her Aunt added. “You need to learn just how many different ways we can make your life hell.” Jasmin shook her head, babbling for mercy into her gag as fresh tears rolled down her cheeks. Her stomach knotting in fear. “How we can immerse you in agony.” She turned the dial, Jasmin started to sputtered as a hellfire of electric pulses surged through her body. Safe, but horrifically painful. “Shocking, isn’t it.”
“That was horrendously bad.” Her mother said rolling her eyes. “Make her scream again.”
“Oh I will.” Her Aunt said, turning the dial hire. The clamps heating up, bringing fresh pain to where they were clamped on. Jasmin screamed, pulling fruitlessly at her bondage like an animal as she tried to escape. Not being able to think about anything but the pain as she screamed. Her Master and Mistress smiled. They had all night, and she was their plaything.
"Turn it on again." She said, grinning as the latina teen started shaking in agony in front of her.