Cruel games

By Ceasar Wolf

RMC Publications
December 1999

No publication without prior permission of the author.
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1.
Xuan pulled the chain, causing the naked slave behind her to stumble. He was blindfolded as usual, and seemed a bit disorientated. With effort he regained his balance, and followed his Mistress into the cool night. He stirred as he felt the breeze caress his skin. The heat of daytime had gone completely. He knew where he would be taken, but made no effort to protest. Arguing with the Mistresses in this place only ended in more punishment and humiliation. Behind him he could still hear the chatting and laughter of the four other girls that had examined him earlier. Examined was the words they had used, from the pain that had taken over his body he concluded that torture would have been an accurate description as well. All strength had left his body hours ago, he now just hoped he would be allowed to rest.

"Stop", the voice of Xuan sounded. The slave obeyed. He looked so vulnerable in the restraints, Xuan thought. She found the key to the small wooden shed where the slaves where kept if they had no other duties to attend to. Strong muscular arms where held behind his back by simple leather cuffs, his sexorgan limp in the locked metal cage. Still he held his head high, Xuan noticed. He loved to bend, but was nowhere near broken, even after two years of training, she concluded. Even in the moonlight, the whipmarks where easily visible. The public display had been her idea, and it had worked out perfectly. His submission to her had been expanded by long session of punishment from various other women. Now he knew again he was just a slave here. With a little tug on the chain she indicated the journey was to continue. The sound of the door opening had caused somewhat of a frenzy inside the shed. In two rows there stood twelve metal cages, ten of them contained a naked man in various levels of bondage. Xuan smiled at the sight, hoping one of them would be so foolish as to speak to her. Handing out punishment was one of her favorite tasks, and in these surroundings it would be even more fun, even if half her audience was blindfolded. From left and right the sound of tingling metal chains and shifting bodies approached her. Somewhere in the back a soft whimpering could be heard. Xuan paid no attention to the soft moans and the pleading looks as she opened one of the cages. The slave she had brought stood meekly behind her, noticeably upset by the surrounding sounds. He still didn't like this place to spend the night in. She smiled at his blindfolded face, remembering the first time she had taken this slave here. He had been scared as hell, begging out loud not to leave him here. Since then he had learnt much, silence being the most important aspect as Xuan was concerned.
"Down", she said. Again he reacted in silence, ending up on his  knees on the dusty floor. Xuan took the chain from the slaves collar, and took of the blindfold. A few smack with her flat hand on his still naked behind where enough to make the slave enter one of the cages. She stood for a moment, watching him lay down on the floor, then threw the cagedoor shut. Then she walked off, leaving the caged males alone for the night.

2.
Outside again, she locked the door and made for the main house. She looked out into the darkness that surrounded the estate. It was good to be here again. The crowded days of citylife far behind her, she enjoyed every moment in this temple of femaledomination. It was not just the pretty landscape she liked, the effect this remote location had on the slaves kept here was sometimes astonishing. With about forty miles of wasteland around the place, there was no thinking of escape, and even the sometimes cruel rules seemed to have a calming effect on the submissives. From Xuans right came a muffled sound. It seemed some Mistress had left a slave outside, the quickly dropping temperature not adding to his comfort. 
In the darkness she found a slave dangling from a tree, his hands forced high over his head, his toes barely touching the ground. A large ringgag forced his jaws wide apart, the leather tongues holding the device in place covered most of his face. His brown eyes showed fear.
She did not recognize him, but that didn't mean anything. There where about thirty slaves here at all times, and new and more familiar Mistresses brought in fresh slaves on a regular basis.
From the welts and bruises that covered most of his body Xuan could see he was either a new arrival, or had made a serious mistake in the recent past. As she came closer she recognized the collar all first time visitors wore. His breath quickened as Xuan reached out to touch him. He felt cold, and was visibly shaking. She traced a few red lines down his back with her fingernails, but was distracted by a completely unsuccessful attempt to communicate with her. 
"Such an unhappy slave", Xuan purred softly as she reached past the naked male to grab the whip that hung from the tree. "Now let me show you what we do with unhappy slaves here".
The male shook his head in an attempt to make her change her mind, but his flaring nostrils told her he knew his resistance would be futile here. With slow steady strokes Xuan began whipping the helpless male. Within minutes he had given up his attempts to evade the whip, knowing he'd better save his energy. 

A flash of light was thrown into the darkness as the door of the main house opened. Xuan turned to see what was happening without missing a stroke. From the dooropening the fragile figure of Meiko appeared. She was the only other asian Mistress on the estate, but despite her small posture widely feared among the slaves. What she lacked in height, she compensated for in sheer cruelness and creativity. As usual she was dressed in simple leather pants and a tight black Tshirt. Xuan didn't think she had ever seen her dressed differently. Slowly she approached.
"Did you bring this one here?", Xuan asked. Not being one of the tallest herself, she had to look down to face her friend. The slow whipping continued, asking all the endurance the slave could muster.
"No. Just found him. I have no idea how he got here", Meiko reacted, turning her attention to the slave. "But those were my marks you saw on him."
"Punishment?". As if the word alone was enough to get her excited Xuan increased the force of her strokes, drawing desperate gasps from the naked male.
"Sort of", Meiko replied with a smile. "His back just seemed ripe for fresh marks. Where did you leave the other slave?"
"Locked him away. Back at my place he always sleeps at my feet, when I take him here I want him to feel he is merely a slave. I don't want him growing accustomed to too much comfort. Sleeping in the shed does wonders in that department". Xuan had a smile on her face as she spoke. She knew comfort was the last thing a slave could expect as far as Meiko could help it.
Meiko returned the smile, but kept her eyes locked on the slaves body as it dangled back and forth with the rhythm of the whipping. From a pocket she dug up a set of nippleclamps, which she placed on the helpless submissive, drawing a long protesting moan from him. Then she stood back against the tree, still holding the chain that connected the clamps, pulling him forward slightly. Meanwhile the whipping went on and on.

Fifteen minutes later Xuan decided she needed a break. The slaves backside was one field of welts and bruises ranging in color from sharp red till almost black. His head hung down, and even a sharp pull from the clamps was only answered by a soft whimpering.
"It seems he has given up", Meiko smiled as she dropped the chain and accepted a cigarette from Xuan. 

"Now see if he is ready to submit", Meiko said. With one hand she released the ringgag. Without permission to do so, the slave let it drop to the ground. This angered Meiko, and she pulled his head back by his hair. She leant close, her black hair touching his bare shoulder. 
"Please Mistress". His voice was soft and pleading. The words came out with effort, his mouth still accustomed to the ringgag.
"It seems you have not learnt much, slave, you know you are not allowed to speak unless you are asked a direct question. And you did not have permission to take out that gag", Meiko hissed. 
Xuan looked on with interest. She was sometimes harsh on slaves herself, but wondered if she radiated the same aggressiveness as her friend. She looked at the slaves face, but his eyes fled away as soon as he met her gaze. "Now you have to be punished some more. Ask for it. NOW!", Meiko continued.

The slave trembled under her words, but by the pained way in which he moved his pelvis she concluded it had turned him on as well. Although a tight leather cockring made an erection a painful event over everything else, he obviously couldn't help himself.
"Please punish me Mistress, I am an unworthy slave", the males voice trembled, but there was conviction in his words. This one was broken a long time ago, Xuan concluded. 
Meiko had also noticed his excitement. "Very good! That is just what you are: an unworthy slave", she said, a teasing tone in her voice. She let go of his hair, pushing his head forward. "Stay", she added with a giggle as the two girls walked off, "I will get something nice to punish you with".

3.
"I like that one", Meiko said to Xuan, "the harder you push him, the more submissive he reacts. It even excites him, as you have seen".
They approached the main house, and Xuan pushed the door open. "Are you thinking horsewhip again?", she asked. "Hmmm, now there's an idea", Meiko responded as they entered what in most households would have been the livingroom. Here things were different. The hallway had been flooded with artificial light, the rest of the house was illuminated by candlelight. Soft yellow flickered across the black walls and reflected against chains hanging from the ceiling. 
In a dark corner Xuan could make out the upper body of a male, firmly held in position by heavy padlocks that locked him against a heavy wooden Xcross attached to the far wall. His face was covered by a black mask, two small holes allowed the slave to breath through his nose. Around fifty clamps covered most of his nipples, belly and sides. Marks on the spots left open indicated the clamps had been moved recently. Strangely enough he didn't react to the sound of the two asian woman closing in on him.

"That is the one I brought this time", Meiko said. "Nice mask", Xuan replied. "Sure is", Meiko grinned. There is a fairly large dildo inside to make sure speaking is out of the question, and the earpieces make sure he can't hear anything. He probably doesn't even know we are here", she explained. To demonstrate she walked over, reached up, and grabbed the slave nose. He jerked violently, completely startled by the unexpected touch that literally took away his breath. 
"But you haven't seen the fun part, yet", Meiko said thoughtfully as she slid her hand across the slaves chest, pulling and turning some of the clamps on her way down. From behind the mask came pityfull noises that brought a smile on Meikos face. She turned to grab a candle, and held it close to the slaves crotch. Xuan smiled as she saw him back away warned by the heat from the flame. Then she looked down, curious what her friend had chosen as punishment for this one. 
Of course he was wearing the cockring all slaves wore. In addition all pubic hair had been removed. Somehow the soft and tender skin that was exposed, made his manhood seem even more ridicules. The top of his dick had been pierced, but what grabbed Xuans attention most was the metal weight that was hanging down from the piercing, stretching the skin of his organ to a maximum. "Seems painful", she said as she bent over to feel the weight in her hand. "He doesn't mind, I think he would even cut of his dick if I ordered him to. This is the most pathetic sissyboy I've come across thus far. At my place he wears everything from dresses to fake breasts. He agrees that the mere fact that he has a dick is reason enough to be tortured like this", Meiko answered. As she spoke she dropped hot wax on the slaves stretched cock and balls, causing desperate attempts to move out of the way from the restraint slave.
"I see", Xuan said, then simply dropped the weight without warning. As it fell down, it was stopped by the chain connecting it to the slaves sex before reaching the ground. Even from behind the mask a scream could be heard. Head bent backwards, his body uncontrollably pulled at the restraints as pain spread to his body. Both girls watched intensely as the weight slowly rocked back and forth. Nothing was said.

4.
Ten minutes later the two girls stood outside again. It was getting cold by now, and as the reached the slave it was clear he was suffering. He was shaking visibly, even from a distance. His back had turned mainly blue by now, and the nippleclamps would be sending a constant pulse of pain through his body. He turned to watch them approach. His eyes widened as he noticed the long bullwhip Meiko was holding in her right hand.
"Cold, slave?". It was Xuan who spoke first. The slave looked at her, then at Meiko, who nodded her head. "Yes, Mistress", he whispered, his eyes cast down. 
"Well then, my toy, look what I have found to warm you up". Meiko let the bullwhip snap in the air as she spoke. The slave looked at her, then at the whip, and again Xuan saw the fear in his eyes. Meiko smiled at him pleasantly, but then swiftly grabbed the chain connecting the clamps. She pulled the helpless slave closer to her by his nipples. "You are frightened now, are you slave?", she established more then asked. "I'll tell you something: I like scared slaves. I love the fear in your eyes, the trembling of your pathetic male body. But most of all I love to make you suffer more. This time you are going to scream for me."

She took three steps back to make enough room to use the bullwhip with full force. The slave looked directly at her as she drew back her arm, so the first stroke landed on the slaves belly. Immediately he turned to protect his body, but within minutes he had lost all control. His body jerked in the chains, his screams could be heard for miles. The slave had lost all track of time as the torture finally stopped. By now it was Xuan who was holding the whip, the slave had not even noticed the switch. As he opened his eyes, he stared right into the pretty oriental features of Meiko. Her darkbrown eyes where sparkling, even in the darkness of the night.
"All there is for you is the humiliation and pain woman like me decide to let you have. There will be no pleasure for you: you are just an unworthy slave. You understand that now do you slave?", Meiko spoke calmly. 
"Yes Mistress", the slave whimpered. The cold was gone, his body was on fire from the punishment. A new flame of pain spread through his body as Meiko pulled the clamps from his body with a sharp tug of the chain. Meiko grabbed his chin, and forced him to look at her. The tearstained face showed utter defeat.

5.
"It seems your Mistress has abandoned you for tonight", Xuan said to the slave. He was kneeling on the ground, finding himself unable to stand on his legs as the chain was released. "We have rules here for situations like this", she continued. "There is a little ritual we have for slaves who come here for the first time. As you know you are to serve every woman here, and since you Mistress has left you, I choose to do that ritual with you".

It was Meiko who reacted first. Evil laughter filled the dark night. "And I always thought I was evil", she said, still giggling. She locked her eyes on her friends. There was something Xuan hadn't told this slave yet, Meiko knew. In these cases something else would be different as well. Frequently first visits would turn into considerable events in the main house as the evening went on. Thus far this slave had spend a lonely evening suspended outdoors. There would be only one place left for what was done to all slaves. "I'll wait for the video. This one is all your now", Meiko said finally. As usual, eyecontact with Xuan had been enough to see Xuan had set her mind to something. With a nod she turned and made her way back to the main house.

Xuan turned as well, and started in the other direction. "Come", she said without slowing her pace. She walked over to the shed, intentionally not looking round to see if the slave was following. She knew he would, and if he would decide to resist her she would enjoy to force him. In any case: this slave would be inconsequential in the end. She was more curious to her own slaves reaction. As she reached her destination she leaned back against the wooden wall, and looked across the field. The slave was halfway by now, and not making much progress. Clearly he had not yet understood that swift obedience would minimize his pain. This way he would be bleeding before he reached her. As the crawling male approached, Xuan turned and opened the door. It was quiet inside, most slaves had fallen asleep. Not turning on the lights yet, she found a pair of handcuffs and a blindfold on experience. Then she slipped out again.
With quick movements she cuffed and blindfolded the slave. "Come", she Xuan hissed, as she straightened her back. Inside again, Xuan turned on the light. A few heads turned her way, but all eyes where averted as they met hers. The slave at her feet came to a halt as he noticed Xuan had stopped. She grabbed a switchbox that was hanging from the ceiling, and with a push on a button a wooden structure descended from the ceiling. With a soft bump it hit the ground. 
Minutes later the slave found himself locked in an oldfashioned pillory. This one was on the low side, forcing the slave to arch his back. He seemed restless. Without a doubt he would have picked up the breathing and noises of shifting bodies around him. 

Xuan had found her caged slave wide awake. He looked up with clear eyes, but said nothing. Xuan continued the silence, but held her slaves gaze. Without braking her stare her skillful hands put on a strapon dick. It was good to see the tension rise in her submissive. His breath quickened, and he was trembling a bit. Without a word she turned. Two steps where enough to bring the swinging rubber imitation cock within inches of the slave in the pillory. 
She grabbed the slaves hair, forcing his mouth open as she pulled him upwards. With a forceful thrust she penetrated him, taking on a slow rhythm afterwards. The slave gagged, couched and swallowed, but Xuan showed no mercy as her slender hips picked up speed. As she looked over her shoulder she could see her own slave look on as if hypnotized. His shoulders had grown visibly tense, and from the pained look in his eyes Xuan established that the cage she had put his cock in did its painful work. She winked at him as she caught his eye. The naked man reacted with a moan. Finally she drew back her rubber cock, leaving the slave she had just fucked gasping for breath. She walked round, and patted him on the back. 

"Now for part two", she said softly as she grabbed his cheeks. With a slow movement she forced her cock deeper and deeper inside the slaves behind. He moan, grunted and whimpered, but didn't dare to protest. Xuan looked over his shoulder and again caught her slaves eye. Without letting go of his gaze, she drew back slightly, the thrusted forward in a violent movement. The large dildo disappeared completely in the helpless male ass. He screamed and begged out loud as Xuan fucked him with more force. With all his force he bulged in the pillory, but there was no way to escape. Xuan leant forward, and drew her nails across the tortured slaves back. Finally she spoke. Not to the slave she was fucking, but to the one that belonged to her at all times. 
"You know I don't use you often in this way, but you know I like to fuck little boys like you. Show me you are mine, beg me to fuck you as well, my toy." She had sounded a little out of breath, her eye radiated her excitement. The slave hardly dared to look, but could not break his eyes away from his Mistress. Two years of pain and humiliation had transformed him in a nicely trained slave. His only major shortcoming left was his jealousy. To see his Mistress use others in the ways he trained so hard to please her in, still ignited the heat of passion in him. But to ask his Mistress to fuck him was still almost too embarrassing to handle. As whimpered as he watched Xuan. But still the whole scene had a strange attraction to it as well. The caged male looked at her with desperate eyes. "Please fuck me, Mistress", he begged.