The Turk’s trip across the Midwest was uneventful. He arrived at Nora’s about midnight. The whorehouse was going blazes, as it always was on a Friday night. A bit of poor planning here. But as always, Nora had the answer. There was a separate entrance to her apartment, and from there a set of stairs to the basement accessed by a thick steel door. Turk had stopped a few miles away from Nora’s and given the girl another shot. It was best that she be out for the transfer to Nora’s dungeon. It was therefore easy for Nora and Turk to carry the trunk into her apartment and the unconscious, nude body of their captive to the cells below.
It was about 3 A. M., after he last guest of the whorehouse had left that Turk and Nora went down to the cellar to deal with Heloise. She had been left tied by her hands and feet to a cot in one of the cells. There had been only one customer for the ‘special rooms’ that night and the black haired girl Turk had fucked a few days before was lying in her bunk sobbing. Turk could see the welts and bruises on her as he passed. Each cell was lit only by a single bulb set behind a wire mesh. The light stayed on day and night since no daylight reached these rooms. The flickering bulb gave off an eerie light, casting long, dark shadows.
Heloise was awake. She was gagged and so she had been quiet. But her eyes were like silver dollars, opened wide and bright. She eyed Nora and Turk with evident apprehension as Nora opened the cell door and the pair entered.
“Well, well, well,” Nora said, “you’re awake. We’ve come to visit you. Been comfy?”
The girl had no answer other than a small whine from behind her gag. Nora was dressed all in black. He skin was pale and the low light made the contrast between her body and her clothes stark. Nora also carried a 3′ long whip. Heloise noticed it right away.
Then she saw the Turk. He was a huge, hulking presence in the small cell. She knew well that he was the one who had brought her to wherever she was. She remembered his rough treatment of her. Her body cringed as her whine turned into small sobs.
“Now, now,” Nora said, “don’t cry, yet. We have lots to do tonight and you’ll need to save those tears for later.” She cracked the whip on the cell wall.
The walls of the cell were concrete on three sides, so Heloise had a very limited view of her new home. She had undoubtedly heard the cries and screams of the black haired girl as she was being beaten earlier. That and the whip that Nora was flaunting before her, gave her a clear understanding of what lay in store for her.
Heloise had been outfitted with a leather collar and bracelets around her ankles and wrists. She had been affixed to the bed, her hands above her, her ankles below. The Turk unlocked her ankles and, with minimal effort, swung Heloise’s legs off of the cot. He undid her wrists from the frame and pulled her to her feet. Her knees were weakened by fear and she slumped slightly. Nora supported the girl while Turk affixed a 2′ long chain to the bindings around her ankles.
“Come on Heloise, we’re going to take a little walk,” Nora said tauntingly. Holding on to the girl’s arms, the two callous slavers led Heloise out of the cell. She was too frightened to resist. She half stumbled as she was led slowly down the corridor. As they passed each cell, a pair of knowing eyes peered out, their owners aware of where she was going, each one of them having taken that walk many times before.
Heloise was led to a large room that was gaited by a heavy wooden door. The door had a small opening in it with bars so that the curious could look in. It also served to allow the screams and moans of its occupants to be heard throughout the cell block.
Nora called this room the ‘playroom’. It housed various apparatus designed specifically to inflict or to facilitate the application of pain to a female slave. There was a wooden horse, covered by a thick pad, for the purpose of securing a female in a position convenient for the whipping of her ass and the back of her thighs. A steel frame stood near one wall with hooks at its corners so that the victim could be spread eagled for torture. There were wooden stocks, a steel topped table and even an iron maiden where a recalcitrant slave could be confined and restrained for hours while awaiting further torture.
Tonight’s activity was to be Heloise’s first whipping, but certainly not her last. As she was led into the room and saw what it contained, Heloise tried to halt her forward progress by digging her heels into the floor. She leaned her body backwards, protesting violently. Only whines and moans escaped her gag as she was dragged the last few feet to the center of the room.
There was a steel chain dangling from the ceiling and Turk held the girl in place while Nora clipped it to her wrists. She then went to the wall where a pulley system permitted her to pull the chain taut. Heloise was pulled just high enough so that she was balancing herself on the balls of her feet.
This was Nora’s first opportunity to fully evaluate her new property. She stepped up to the frightened woman and appraised her with an expert’s eye. “A nice piece of flesh,” she said to Turk. “Lenny did good.”
Nora extended her hand and caressed Heloise’s breast. It was a soft, tender touch, the touch of a woman who appreciated the softness of a beautiful woman’s body. She walked around Heloise and caressed her back down to her hips. Heloise’s eyes were darting around the room, taking in the evil instruments of torture that it contained. Nora spread the poor girl’s rear cheeks and admired the tiny, wrinkled hole that lay between. She placed a finger at its entrance and slowly wormed it inside. Heloise was mewing with discomfort and shame as her most private place was violated. Nora leaned over to the girl’s ear and asked her lowly, “My friend here says that you are a randy bitch, Heloise. But I bet you’ve never been fucked in the ass, have you?”
Heloise didn’t deign to answer, but she did squeeze her eyes tightly closed as if she could make her prospective tormentors disappear. Tears ran down her soft, white cheeks.
“I’m going to whip you now, Heloise.” Nora continued. “I’m going to remove your gag so that we can hear you scream. And when we’re done, you’re going to beg my large friend here to stick his cock up your ass. But not until we’re finished, so don’t waste your breath offering it until then.”
Nora nodded to the Turk who stepped forwards and removed Heloise’s gag. She immediately commenced a stream of plaintive, pitiful entreaties..
“Oh, please, please don’t whip me, please! I’ll do anything that you want!” the desperate girl cried. “Don’t whip me, please! I’ll fuck you, I’ll lick you, I’ll do anything, please!”
“Yes, you’ll do anything,” Nora responded. “But first you’re going to be whipped.”
“Oh why, why are you doing this?” Heloise asked desperately. “I haven’t done anything wrong. I haven’t done anything! Please, oh, please!”
The girl was wracked with terror. Her face was contorted; tears were flowing down her face.
“Why, Heloise?” Nora answered. “Well, tonight it’s to teach you to be a good girl and obey. Tomorrow will be just for fun.”
Nora reached back and swung the short whip forwards. As it reached the prisoner’s flesh, she gave it a jerk, and it snapped loudly as it scoured the poor woman’s skin. “Crack!”
Heloise screamed as she registered the pain of the contact of the whip with the flesh of her ass. She screamed again, louder, when the second blow fell. “Crack!” A torrent of urine descended her legs as the shock of her brutal mistreatment and the extreme heightening of her fear superseded her control.
Nora laughed as she witnessed Heloise’s self abasement. “You’ll have to clean that up later, Heloise. After we’re done fucking you.” She reared her right arm back again and another blow fell on Heloise’s ass. Bright red marks denoted the landing site of the whip. Heloise began to resume her frantic pleading, intermingled with her cries of pain.
“Oh, my God, it hurts, it hurts! Please stop! Ahhhhhhhhhhrgh!”
Nora did not pause until there were ten angry red wounds on Heloise’s ass. They dotted her rear cheeks like craters on a lunar landscape. Two of the welts leaked small droplets of blood.
Nora now crossed to the front of the helpless female. Turk had been watching with anxious pleasure. His cock was rock hard in his pants. Ass fucking this bitch was going to be a supremely exhilarating experience. He rubbed his cock in anticipation.
Heloise’s head hung down as she continued to moan and cry. She believed that it was over. She was ready to beg to be ass fucked. She would have given up her eldest child, if she had any, to deflect the punishing blows from her body. Spreading her ass cheeks for these cruel people would be easy.
Nora called out to the stupefied girl. “Heloise, look up.” The girl looked up sullenly. Seeing Nora standing before her, whip in hand, she realized that there was more suffering to come.
“No, ooooooooo!” the girl cried. “Please no more, please!”
“Only five more, Heloise, that is, if you’re good. And here they come.”
Whipping a beautiful girl’s tits was far different than whipping her ass. Whereas scars from the kiss of a whip would fade quickly on the ass, scars on the breasts would certainly detract from Heloise’s value as a sex slave, at least on her initial sale. Nora was well aware of the value of pale, unsullied breasts. She would have to pull her punches. But Nora had whipped many tits and was an expert.
The whip landed on Heloise’s left breast. The girl screamed in agonizing pain. Her breasts had always been a source of pleasure to Heloise and her few lovers. They were now to be a source of extreme anguish.
The next blow landed on the Heloise’s right tit, just above the dark nipple. The third struck the right again, this time below. The fourth lash nipped the left breast in the same location.
Heloise was dancing on her toes, shaking her breasts up and down, as if she were attempting to put out the fire within them. Her cries and pleas were unintelligible as she was overwhelmed with the pain.
“One more, Heloise. Get ready,” Nora tauntingly reminded the girl. Nora swung the whip back and jerked it back at precisely the right instant. It landed just at the crux of Heloise’s sex, precisely on her little nub of pleasure.
“Ahhhhhhhhhhhhrgh!” Heloise responded painfully. “Ahhhhhhhhhhhgh!”
“Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhgh!”
The sharp pain lingered, as the insult to her pleasure bud stabbed through the anguished girl like a knife. Nora lowered the whip and glanced at the Turk. Her eyes were wide with delight. Drops of perspiration rolled down the side of her face. She grinned at the Turk. “Your turn, my dear,” she said.
The Turk moved forwards. He grabbed the red, but undamaged tits that hung invitingly from the whipped woman’s chest. He rubbed the stiffened nipples with his thumbs as he stared into the eyes of the quivering woman. Her eyes were puffy and red from crying. She moved her lips prefatory to a renewed plea for mercy. Turk stilled her voice with a whispered, “Shhhhhh.”