Karui's Punishment, Part 1

“You see, slaves,” Karui said, tapping her palm with the riding crop, “nothing you want matters. Nothing you could ever want ever really matters. Everything you shall ever do, everything you shall ever strive to accomplish, will always be for your master’s enjoyment, to fulfill your master’s wishes. You will always obey your master, no matter what. Any disobedience will not be tolerated; you will punished. We have nothing but what our masters give us, and even if it is a punishment, we must cherish whatever those gifts may be.”

As she walked back and forth between the new girls, a dozen new slaves to be sold in a few months time, Karui couldn’t help but feel the heat between her legs; it had only been an hour since the lessons had started, and she was already getting horny. She had even jumped one of the guardsmen before class and rode him till she had been satisfied. An hour was pretty good for her; usually it took less time than that for her to get horny. The night before she had made rounds with the human servants in the home at odd hours, making some of the maids scream and cry, and some of the butlers and stable hands beg for more. It was a good night, but not enough. Oh, how she longed for her master to be back from his hunting trip to the West Forest…

Karui spun around suddenly, her long, dark braid flying over her shoulder. She smirked, sending her deep, green eyes over each of her girls, giving them that look that made everyone feel like a piece of meat. The way the girls cringed, she knew it had the proper effect. “Now, since Master Brandt is out, I’ll be administering your punishments today for your offenses this morning.”

“But, we haven’t done anything, Mistress!” one of the girls blurted.
Stopping in front of the young, green-haired cat-slave, who immediately started trembling before she dropped her gaze to the floor, Karui barred her teeth. “You just spoke out of turn, little slave girl, and, you questioned both my decision and my authority. Worse, by doing that, you’ve just questioned our Master’s wishes. That is a very serious infraction. The proper response should have been ‘Yes, Mistress Karui, please punish me however it may please you.’ Understood?”
The girl whimpered, nodding. “Yes, Mistress, I understand.”

“Good. Now then, as I was saying before I was so rudely interrupted, I will be handling the punishments today. And you can believe me when I say that they will be severe, especially with this one questioning our Master. Every one of you will receive the same treatment for her mistake, and you will thank me properly once we are finished. First of all, everyone will-”

The doors to the chamber suddenly burst open, slamming into the walls with a loud crack. Karui turned, very nearly snapping at whoever had interrupted, until she saw that it was Master Brandt, still dressed in his dark green and brown hunting clothes. She could smell trees and mud on him still, and animal musk. She smiled broadly, hurrying to him; his smell, the rugged stubble from days in the woods, just the sight of his broad, muscular form, towering above her, turned her on even more. “Master! I’m so happy you’re back! I was just about to punish these girls for-”

“Karui!” he snapped, backhanding her with a loud smack, causing all the girls to gasp, and leaving her stunned, the riding crop flying from her hand.

She staggered back, dropping to her knees, planting her face on the floor, hands out in front of her. “Master? I’m sorry, Master…”

“Not half as sorry as you’re going to be. The first thing I hear upon my return is that you’ve been molesting the staff again. Two of the maids quit this morning because of you, and some of the guards were only sated by a slight raise in their pay. Believe it or not, some men are faithful to their wives in this country. Do you have any idea how hard it’s going to be to find and train two new maids before the ball next week? Over two hundred people are coming! You can’t cook for shit, and these girls are restricted to the training area until the high warlord approves them; they’ve not even been in training a month! What do you have to say for yourself? How do you propose we fix this fiasco?” Brandt was furious.

“I-I-I d-don’t know, Master…” Karui stammered, still feeling a little dazed from his angry strike, her cheek burning furiously. She hadn’t meant anything, just a little fun…

“You don’t know…” he said, somewhat less heatedly, but just as menacingly. Karui could hear some of the new girls whimpering behind her. His hand grabbed her long, dark braid, and he hauled her easily to her feet, forcing her to her tip toes while she clutched at his rock-hard forearm. Pain filled her scalp, but she only whimpered, tail thrashing behind her as her eyes met his, making her shiver anew.

“I’m going to teach you a lesson even if I have to break you again, Karui,” Brandt growled, his eyes filling her with a mixture of excitement and dread; she could feel her juices already between her legs. Brandt’s furious gaze went to the girls behind her. “All of you will report to the dungeon at once to witness Karui’s punishment for being an over-sexed and stupid little whore.”

A chorus of ‘Yes, Master’ came from the girls, fear coloring their voices, but Brandt was already leaving the room, dragging Karui by her hair behind him. He paused only long enough to pick up the riding crop from beside the door, where it had landed after his harsh slap. Brandt jerked her forward, nearly toppling her to the floor, and swatted her ass with the crop. The slap made her cry out, and she heard the new girls gasping as her ass lit up with a searing pain across both cheeks. Every few steps another blow came, sometimes with the leather tip of the crop to one of her cheeks, or with the shaft, across them both. Each time Karui cried out as hot agony radiated from her backside. “Master, please forgive me…” she breathed after every couple of swats, doing nothing to ease her master’s anger.

They continued from the hall outside the instruction room to the stairs leading down to the dungeon, the place where all cat-slaves that trained here were punished at one time or another. The pain in Karui’s scalp and ass were terrible, but Brandt did nothing to ease it; he kept swatting her with the crop all the way down the spiraling steps until the moment he shoved her to the stone floor in the center of the hot room. Karui moaned, rubbing her raw bottom, crisscrossed in welts, with her hands as she got to her knees, careful to keep her eyes downcast. The new girls gasped, a couple even whimpered as they crossed the threshold; the dungeon was always a terrifying sight to behold the first time. One corner of the room held a massive furnace that fed heat throughout the keep, and made the room stifling hot. The rest of the chamber was filled with various pieces of bondage and torture equipment, most of which Karui was intimately familiar with.

Brandt planted his boot against Karui’s back, pushing her face to the floor, twisting it between her shoulder blades. “One of you, shut the doors, then all of you form a line there, between the columns. I expect your full attention, and so does the little whore here. Speaking of which…don’t you have something you need to say to me, Karui?”

He lifted his foot, allowing Karui to turn to him, her face brushing the floor. She leaned out and kissed the tips of his boots, the leather still moist from his return this morning, filled with a grassy smell. “Please, master, Karui is sorry for what she did…please punish her…punish her until she can’t stand it anymore. She only wants her master to be happy…please, punish her!” It wasn’t the first time Karui had recited those lines in that submissive tone, and she knew it wouldn’t be the last; the moisture building between her legs was a testament to that.

“You’re not sorry! You’re not even a little bit remorseful for what you did! Now I have to punish you for lying to me!” Brandt snapped. Karui whimpered, but he was her master, and he knew her well enough to know when she meant something and when she didn’t. “I’ve got a really good idea how this is going to end, Karui, but first, you’ve got a lot of pain to look forward to.”

“Yes, master,” Karui replied meekly, biting her lip. The punishment she could handle; it was the not knowing what he meant when he said that he knew how it was going to end that was going to nag at her. She caught a whiff of the fear coming from the new girls, but before she could even try to reassure them, Brandt hauled on her braid again, lifting her all the way to her feet in a single, powerful pull. Wincing, but not crying out this time, Karui was spun around to face the far wall, where a wooden cross stood against the stone, and a rack of whips and paddles hung ominously beside it.

Brandt roughly jerked her arms behind her, crossing her wrists toward the middle of her back, palms out. Coarse hemp was pulled taught around both wrists, looped around several times, leaving her hardly any wiggle room at all. Karui actually purred as the rope bit into her flesh, but let out a little surprised yelp when she was suddenly bent forward. She felt the rope on her back, then felt Brandt doing something with her collar. Her hands moved up her back to a more severe angle, tightening the rope, her collar going more snuggly against her throat as her master secured the loose ends back at her wrists, the knots well out of reach for her fingers, of course. He stood her straight again, her wrists just below her shoulder blades, secured to her collar. She struggled, testing her range of movement, and found it very small; in fact, she had to keep her wrists at just a certain place, otherwise her collar became rather painful at her neck, pressing against her throat, but as wide as it was, it would take a lot more before she was in any big risk of choking.

Taking her braid roughly again, Brandt began winding another strand of rope through it, knotting it and her hair together. Karui heard chains rattle above her, before her braid lifted, and she turned to face him, blurting out before she could think. “Master, that’s so mean!”

He smirked at her, reaching up to pinch her left nipple. She grimaced, clenching her teeth. As he slowly applied more pressure, he tugged the rope though the pulley, stopping just as her braid stood straight up from her scalp. He suddenly pinched harder, making Karui yelp. He barked a laugh, and pulled the rope again as he let her nipple go. Karui didn’t have time to think about the throbbing at her breast, because her scalp was immediately flaring with pain. She raised up to stand on her toes, but he kept going, making her stand on just the tips. Whimpering a little, Karui knew this was only the beginning, but thankfully Brandt stopped there, leaving her unsteady, and struggling to keep herself straight enough not to pull her hair, while trying to keep her arms from pulling against her collar.

“You new girls better hope you never anger me as much as Karui has,” Brandt said in a conversational tone, as if he wasn’t furious at all; that meant he really was ready to blow his top. His massive hand reached around from behind, then clamped under Karui’s jaw, forcing it open. A thick wooden bit was pushed between her teeth, which she tried to push out with her tongue, but her master’s hand didn’t even budge; the straps were pulled tight behind her head a moment later, making sure it didn’t go anywhere.

Karui got to test the strength of the bit almost immediately. She heard something whooshing through the air a heartbeat before something hard and wide landed against her ass. Karui bit into the wood, screaming as her butt was burning anew. She pranced about on her toes, jerking her braid; she instinctively tried to balance herself with her arms, meaning she only succeeded in pulling her collar tightly against her throat, momentarily choking her. Almost immediately Brandt swatted her again, this one landing across the backs of her thighs, making her scream and sway dangerously once again.

His arm encircled her, his hand clamping down on the nipple he hadn’t pinched earlier, and Karui squealed. He flashed the paddle in front of her eyes, the wood worn and discolored from countless uses. “What do you think? Not fearsome enough? Yes, I think you’re right.” He haphazardly tossed it aside as he disappeared from her vision, his footsteps moving toward one of the racks of implements behind her. Karui moaned, wiggling back and forth, trying desperately to stoke the fire burning in her loins. Nothing could have made her happier than having her master slam his massive cock deep inside her and-

Karui screamed, biting hard at the bit as a line of fire lit up her spine, the sharp crack of a whip piercing her ears. She heard the whip slice the air behind her, another fiery line tracing across her already throbbing bottom. Her scream drowned out the next crack, but did nothing to lessen the pain against her thighs. Brandt appeared suddenly in front of her, arm already raised for another strike. Eyes wide, Karui yelped as she saw him move, just before the tops of her breasts erupted in agony. He had a wild grin on his face, already enjoying himself immensely.

“Now, that was barely enough for a warm up, but we’ve got so many things to play with down here and such little time to make good use of them all. You, pink hair, whatever your name is, hand me that whip…” Brandt said, pointing past Karui. The girl whimpered, but Karui could hear her footsteps, and the sound of leather rusting. She couldn’t turn to see what she was bringing over, but Brandt snatched it out of her hand and tossed her the other whip. “Just lay that on the table; we might have to use it again later.”

“Y-yes, M-master,” the girl stammered, whimpering again as she moved away.
Karui caught a glimpse of the whip Brandt had now, the one with twelve leather thongs, braided with small beads on the end. Karui whimpered, knowing that each and every hit from the whip felt like a dozen bee stings. Mercilessly, Brandt swung the whip, making Karui yelp as all those little dots of pain erupted on her thigh, then her stomach, and then her breasts. Each hit sent a surge of pain that mixed with the pleasure haze, driving Karui wild. She very nearly climaxed when Brandt slammed the whip against her pussy, but like she expected, he was using his master’s bond to keep her from reaching what she wanted so desperately. The nasty whip sliced into her ass next, sending her reeling, her braid pulling taunt, threatening to rip her scalp away. She screamed, grateful for the bit between her teeth as she clamped down upon it.

She lost count of how many times the whip bit into her, but she was caught right on the edge of a climax, and she could do nothing to sate her addiction. So she screamed, cried, begged, but still, her master whipped her, covering every inch of her body with burning, stinging pain. Even when he had finished, tossing the bloody whip to the floor, leaving her gasping, choking for air, hanging from her braid, she was still right there, begging for what could have been one of the best orgasms she’d ever experience. But through her haze, she only saw her master, talking harshly to the new girls, pointing at her; she couldn’t really make out what he was saying, but she knew he was probably right. She was such a bad girl sometimes…but she couldn’t stop herself; she enjoyed whatever he did to her far too much.

Karui opened her eyes, wincing. As expected, she was a mass of pain, but not so much now. She must have blacked out earlier, but she was still in the dungeon, though, and she was still bound, a very sharp pain between her legs. Opening her eyes further, she saw her training class huddled in the same place, looking deathly afraid, some of them even crying. She couldn’t smell her master in the room, so he had probably stepped out for a time. She tried to give them a reassuring smile around the oversized leather ball stuffed into her mouth and held in place with several leather straps about her head.

The pain between her legs was from the big, wooden horse she was straddling. It was one of her favorite tortures, and although she could never admit it to her master, he knew all too well regardless. She whimpered, taking in her bindings, her skin tingling. Coarse, hemp ropes kept her arms tied behind her back, crossed so that her hands were touching her elbows, and likewise were looped around her arms and breasts; Master had even wound the rope tightly around each of her breasts, making it rather difficult to breath without pinching them, not to mention leaving them swelling and sticking outward. She could feel a rope at her back, and with a little maneuvering, found out that it was keeping her upright on the horse. Her legs were not quite so strictly bound, however; she felt ropes around her ankles, and she could swing her legs back and forth, but not very far due to the heavy weights that were tied there.

Those same weights were responsible for the splitting pain Karui felt between her legs, inside of her as well. She writhed against the ropes, moaning, trying to rub herself against the rough wood. There was a phallus at the top of the horse, and it was deep inside Karui’s pussy. She could feel her juices already, and again she sought orgasm almost immediately. Karui bucked, crying out as the pain inside her flared, but the pleasure haze was already back, and she was dying for its explosion. She looked to the new girls, pleading to them with her eyes for some help; just a nipple pinch or a lick or something to aid her.

“M…master said we should just watch…” one of them finally stammered.

“He…he also said that if we did anything, it was to whip you…with…with that…” another said, tearfully, pointing to a coiled, brown leather whip on a nearby display pedestal; it was a special one, with small glass shards for tearing flesh. Karui always cried when that one got used on her, and sometimes she couldn’t move for days until she had healed up properly. But, it wasn’t really different from any other sort of pain she had felt before; it got her off just the same.

Karui struggled, making sure to get the ropes to squeeze her breasts, and to rub herself up and down what little she could on the phallus. She looked to the girls, and to the whip, nodding enthusiastically at them to use it on her, her tail swaying excitedly behind her. It was her punishment, damn it, so she had every right to enjoy herself! She mumbled a request to them, unintelligible due to the gag, but they all looked mortified at the idea. Well, they were still new to the whole slave training thing; maybe she could cut them a little slack for now.

Karui desperately writhed against the intruder between her legs, fought wildly against the ropes that bound her. She could feel blood mixing with her juices, and was fairly sure some of her whip marks from her previous beating were bleeding too, but she didn’t care. Every tear on her skin, every drop of sweat that slid into her wounds and stung, it drove her wild for more. She could have came a dozen times in as many minutes, but her master was still holding her, still refusing to allow her a most wonderful release. She cried into her gag, frustrated, angry, but knowing that she was doing exactly what her master wanted; she was pleasing him, and that mattered…just slightly more than her own pleasure...

She couldn’t tell how much time had passed, all she knew was that her body was raw, especially between her legs, she was frustrated, and she was hoping that Master would allow her release when he finally returned. By the time the doors to the torture chamber finally opened, Karui was sagging against the rope that held her up, sweat covering every inch of her body. She panted for air behind the gag, and couldn’t really feel her lower half. But her body was still twitching, still hoping against hope that she could finally come and find what made her so happy.

“You dirty, fucking whore,” Brandt said, still furious, though not quite so much. “Just look at you…rubbed yourself bloody trying to get off when you know you can’t. I’m surprised you didn’t manage to convince one of these girls to use the whip on you, though; feeling a little compassion for them, perhaps?”

Karui moaned, head sagging. She couldn’t deny that she had felt a little sorry for them; perhaps she would have to remedy that when she finally got back to training them. As he walked around the horse, she perked up, moaning sweetly, trying to entice him…the harsh slap to her ass told her that he wasn’t going to be taken in so easily.

“Karui, my little nympho, you won’t believe what punishment I have in store for you this time. Trust me, it’s been a long time in coming, and nobody deserves it more than you, my lovely,” Brandt mused from behind. “But it’s not quite ready, so we have a few more days down here. You don’t mind, do you?” he asked, just as a whip sliced right across the bottom of her foot, making her scream as though her foot had been touched to a hot coal. “I didn’t think so.”

The next hours were spent in agony as Brandt whipped every little sensitive part of Karui’s body, those areas that only a master of the lash could manage to strike, bound as she was. The entire time she pleaded and begged, for a chance to release, for just one amazing orgasm, and never once for him to stop. When he finally tired for the evening, he pulled her from the horse with the rope that had kept her upright, and left her hanging for the night, not even removing the weights on her ankles or the leather gag. He took the new girls out and left Karui alone, hanging by herself, her thighs soaking from her juices; she hardly felt the pain on her body from all of the lashes or the damage she had caused herself atop the horse; her mind only knew the agonizing loss of Brandt holding her pleasure from her, and now that she was calming down, she was only finding herself more frustrated, her body writhing against the ropes desperately to stoke the fires just a little more, just enough to make it ignite like she wanted, long into the night until she finally passed out from exhaustion, and nigh overwhelming frustration.