Date: Wed, 16 Apr 2003 09:00:59 -0400
From: Kira Free <kiramarieca@yahoo.ca>
Subject: The Torture Room Part 2

This story is a work of fiction.  Names, characters, places, and incidents
either are products of the author's imagination or are used
fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events or locales or persons,
living or dead is entirely coincidental.

			The Torture Room part 2

	monica knew how much punishment she could take, but the look in her
Mistresses eyes scared her. She let out the usual grunts expected from a
slave being whipped by a belt, but her mind kept returning to the look in
her Mistresses eyes. Slowly she felt her ass begin to warm. the pain before
the pleasure.

	Her Mistress totally ignored her, and went over to a coffee
machine, sat down, and began to drink a coffee. monica looked on in dismay.
If her Mistress was going to treat her as nothing more than a job, oh
shit. monica shivered. Looking around, monica realized just how much
torment she might be subjected to, and cried. Totally inside, not daring to
show weakness.

	As her Mistress slowly looked her over, monica realized a very
simple fact. Her Mistress would not stop until she, monica, was completely
broken.  Dreading the pain coming, but willing herself to stand firm,
monica readied herself for pain, for major torture. But she knew, she KNEW
if she could just hold out. Quivering, monica readied herself.

	Kira just walked around the slave. The belt lashing out, striking
her ass, her ribs, tits, and a few times an especially hard lash between
her legs. monica would see a small smile on her Mistresses face each time
she jumped. Kira would stop for a minute to grab her by the hair, almost
yanking it out to force her head to the side so she could kiss her. Then
she would stand back, and whip her tits especially hard, carefully making
sure to strike her nipples each time.

	After another 10 minutes of this monica's body was turning a
delightful red all over, from her shoulders down to her ankles. Not one
spot had been left alone. Kira noticed monica was hanging a bit limp, so
she took her down for a short rest. Kira went and sat at the table, pouring
herself another coffee and looking at her slave lying on the floor. Kira
listened to the slow gasps as monica recovered and smiled once more.
Feeling the effects of the coffee, Kira went over to monica, and started
kicking her hard in the ribs until she was on her back. Then just saying
the one word needed, "toilet", Kira stripped completely, squatted over her
slaves mouth and began pissing. When her bladder was once again empty, she
waited for monica to finish cleaning her pussy of any leftover piss and
stood up.

	Get Up Kira ordered, and kicked monica in the ribs. Kira went over
to the table, turned around looking at the various hanging bracelets and
frames scattered around the room. Choosing a simple table with appropriate
shackles, she ordered monica onto it face down and secured her firmly in
place.

	Taking up a nice light effective whip, Kira began to strike
monica's ass. She set up a nice regular rhythm and made each stoke a bit
harder then the last one. Soon monica was squirming, so Kira just beat her
ass even harder with the whip. While whipping monica's ass, Kira could feel
herself getting wet watching how she turned monica's ass from white to red
in moments. Kira stopped for a moment to catch her breath, then changed
whips to a heavier more painful one.

	Raising her arm, Kira let her hardest blow go, the whip cracking
into monica's bruised ass making a sound like a pistol shot. monica
screamed which excited Kira so much she began beating monica all the more,
moving from her ass, down her legs, and across her back. With each strike
monica would scream, and the screaming seemed to never stop, Kira was
whipping her so fast and hard. Kira slowed the strokes when she noticed
monica was bleeding from her back and ass. Nothing too severe of course,
Kira knew what she was doing. She walked to the front of the table, grabbed
monica's hair and yanked her up for another deep kiss, then licked her face
clean of the tears. Still holding her up by the hair, Kira spit in her
face, then slammed her face down onto the table.

	Walking around the table slowly running her hand over monica's
slutty body, Kira paused by monica's ass. Looking happily at her work so
far, Kira was pleased. monica's body looked like a map, bloody red lines
criss-crossed her from her neck down to her ankles, and she was still
crying. Kira laughed again as another idea occurred to her. Can't have my
slave getting an infection she said, and went to the other table fetching a
bowl and washcloth. Making sure the washcloth was nice and wet, then
looking carefully at monica's face, noticing the look of thanks on her
face, Kira started to wipe monica's ass. monica jumped as high as she
could, the loudest scream yet breaking from her lips. Kira just kept
washing her, her ass, legs and finally her back. When she was done, she
stood in front of monica's face until the screaming finally stopped, her
body still racked by her sobbing, tears running like a small river down her
face. Kira just waited until even the sobbing stopped a few minutes
later. Gently placing her hand under monica's jaw, and raising her face so
she would be able to see monica's reaction, Kira quietly explained. I used
pure vinegar to wash your wounds. It will clean them completely, and I
really wanted to find out how loud you can scream, it was quite nice.

	monica's eyes grew as large as they possibly could, and then
some. She realized that this woman really could be so cruel there really
was no word for it except sadist. Then comprehension hit her again. She
realized this was nothing compared to whatever Kira had planned next.
monica started to cry as she realized that she would break eventually. She
was just thankful it was her Mistress Kira that was doing the breaking, and
break her she would.