Three sex slaves – Part 10 – Hard punishment

Claire has been disobedient and deserves a truly harsh punishment. Suspended in ropes in a painful position, she is "decorated" with weights on her breasts and fresh piercings, her holes are filled, while little, innocent Sarah participates in her punishment. In the end, however, punishment also awaits Sarah, who, after all, has also transgressed. But first, Mia must prepare her for her master with her mouth.

Tags - BDSM & Power Dynamics, Slavery / Dehumanization, Sex slave, Rape, Torture / Piercing Play, Punishment / Whipping, Anal & Vaginal Play, Vaginal sex, Lesbianism, Group Sex, Creampie

Words - 11348

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The air in the kitchen was thick with the metallic tang of fear and the sweet, cloying stench of betrayal—the perfect stage for the retribution I was about to unleash on my disobedient pets. Slowly, deliberately, I rolled up my shirtsleeves, first the right, then the left, revealing thick, muscular forearms. I wanted them to watch. I wanted them to feel every second of this prelude, to let the dread settle deep inside them. I savored the sight. The hysterical traitor crying on the floor, and next to her, the silent, hateful warrior.

They had both betrayed me. I’d expected it from Claire, but I had hoped Sarah would be smarter. That she wouldn't let her friend talk her into any kind of treachery against me. That she would be too afraid. And yes, she was afraid. But after this punishment, she will never fail me again. No more betrayals, no more attempts at lies.

Sarah, curled up on the floor, was trembling so hard I thought she might fall apart. Hysterical sobs wracked her body, thin, pitiful whimpers escaping her lips. I was sure that the mere realization she was about to be punished was punishment enough for her. But this time, it wouldn’t be sufficient. She definitely won't get a punishment as harsh as Claire’s, though; I wouldn't do that to my little girl. She was too fragile, too delicate.

And then there was Claire, lying next to her, Sarah’s polar opposite. She wasn’t crying. One hand was pressed to her cheek, which was red from my strike. And her gaze... it was fixed directly on me. There was fear in her eyes, yes. It was fucking huge; she knew she’d fucked up. But mostly, there was pure, undiluted hatred. A fire that neither the slap nor all the previous punishments had extinguished. I had to smile to myself. This cunt never learns. She’s a student who clearly needs constant repetition.

But that was fine. Her defiance was refreshing. Amusing. She was the most entertaining toy I owned. Sarah’s submissiveness was useful, it had its own merits. But Claire... Claire was a challenge. And I loved a challenge.

My gaze drifted to the box of new toys still lying open on the table. And then back to Claire. A plan formed in my head. A beautiful, elegant plan.

I slowly approached her and crouched down to be at her eye level. "You know, slave..." I whispered to Claire, my voice low and intimate. "Your problem is that you think too much. You plan too much, you’re still too fixated on what came before. On what no longer exists."

Her lips pressed into a thin line, but she remained silent.

"I think it's time to give you something else to think about."

I walked over to the box of new toys that was still on the kitchen table. With relish, I began to rummage through it, pushing aside gags and vibrators until I found what I was looking for. A set of thick, jute ropes. Raw, rough, perfect. I grabbed the whole bundle and, with a satisfying, muffled thud, threw it into the middle of the kitchen.

The sound made them flinch. Sarah lifted her tear-streaked face from the floor, a new terror dawning in her eyes. Claire didn't move, but I saw her jaw tighten. Mia, who was still gulping down her mush down by the table, froze with the bowl at her mouth.