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"No, like this," he barked, taking the belt from me and cracking the belt onto a defenseless submissive. She was bent over a table, completely naked, with her hands and feet tightly secured to chains bolted into the floor. She howled in pain as the black, leather belt left streaks, painting her bottom a bright shade of pink. His voice was both soothing and terrifying together, causing him to have a perfectly unique balance of being a grand dominant with a caring side. "Aim for the streaks," he said as he handed it back. I was panting, and my shirt was soaked with sweat. We had been training since eight in the morning, and it was now eleven. My arm felt like it was going to fall off, but I didn't have a choice. I took the belt from him and continued.

I stepped forward, focusing on the girls bottom. I aimed for the mark that was already welting on her body. I wasn't necessarily trying to hurt her, but I had to please him and do this right. I arched my arm back, then brought the belt down on her ass, angling the belt as I did and flicking my wrist to use the momentum to get a decent smack, sending her to shriek in agony. Too high, I thought, as I saw where the belt had landed. I bit my tongue in frustration, and I felt a whack on the back of my head. Nothing went undetected by his eyes.

"If you can't learn to do this properly, then I'll bend you over this table now." His voice boomed over me as it echoed in the room. I looked at the floor, shuddering in fear at his threat. The master's name was Gerald Grahamson. He was thirty-one and I was fourteen when we had first met, but I hadn't gotten involved with his actual work until I was sixteen. He hadn't changed at all from then, his black-jet hair and scruffy beard held no signs of aging. He was one of those gorgeous men that had a meaty build to them but also had abs simultaneously. He was also quite hairy, but I didn't mind, unlike him who preferred to keep all of his submissive women shaved. He was also one of the most renown masters in the world, known for his very strict punishment and rules, along with a very thorough training regime for his submissive counterparts. When I was fourteen, I had ran away from home, but I had ended up being close to raped by several men until the master showed up. That was a sight to see. Apparently he had just finished working out at the gym with some colleagues of his and was on his way home when he saw me. He quickly came to my aid, and I begged him to take me in to become strong like him. He laughed at me then, stating that there was no way in Hell that I could possibly ever come close to his stature. In that moment I gave my life to him, not knowing what I had gotten myself into. He learned that I was a run away, and sincerely asked if I would ever want to return home again. I told him that I didn't, and that I'd be much happier learning from him versus the guidance of anyone else. He continued to laugh at me, and said that he would soon find out if I meant that. He brought me back to his estate, and I was dumbfounded. It was larger than the high school that I had attended. He then brought me into the Practice Hall, and I viewed an erotic and terrifying scene. Women of all ages were strapped down, either on tables, to the ceiling, over chairs or on the floor and their privates were being divulged by toys and machines that stuffed them like a teddy bear. Their mouths were either filled to their throat or gagged. He asked me what I thought, but I was speechless. He asked me if I'd like to stay now, but my answer didn't change. I saw what he was capable of back in the alley, and I knew nothing could sway it. He told me that I was stubborn and that he liked that, and maybe he's have some use for me after all, but I would have to wait until I was at least sixteen to enter his training program. To that I was very upset, but it gave me time to grow into a women and spend time learning exotic moves and dances, and tone my body. I began to please the master when I was sixteen, and he instructed me. I was his personal favourite submissive. He would often whisper that into me ear and tell me how different I was from the rest of the submissive girls under him because I wanted it more. I truly was loyal to him, and he knew it. But that also didn't stop me from being stubborn. Even now, I found myself wanting to argue with him, but he was in a foul mood so I knew if I didn't bite down on my tongue, I would surely be bending over the table before the day was done. It was a love-hate relationship, and I think that's what he loved about me. I was his submissive, but I challenged him in ways no one else could, and secretly he loved that. Not that I would ever be his dominant, but I challenged him enough that he really enjoyed beating the stubbornness out of me, and so do I. Even though it seemed that we argued a lot, we had fun with it. After all, you can train anyone to be an obedient submissive, but he was the type to get bored easily, and if you were of no use to him, he would sell you off or have you working for a less than ideal position. It was a complicated system, that's all I knew.

We were training in one of the private practice halls reserved for the master, which looked out towards the large training hall which I mentioned earlier through a glass wall. It was furnished with chairs, couches, tables, chains, and many toys and floggers. The large training hall was a floor lower than us. I truly felt bad for the girl strapped to the table. She had only taken an extra ration of meat from the breakfast table, but one of the guards saw her and reported her. Unfortunately, unlike the ten hits she would normally receive with a cane, she was forced to endure my training as well, which was much worse than a cane because it went on for much longer. The girl was already sobbing, and more dollops of pink tanned her skin. I really didn't want to join her on that table though. Master Gerald was a really fierce man, and each blow he gave enacted that. I had only recently begun my training with him, and it was considered a middle ground between dominance and submissiveness. I think he was eventually going to have me host events and watch over submissive girls as he conversed with others, believing that the other masters would find it entertaining for a submissive to whip others of the same status.

I rose my arm again, but decided to try a backhand with the belt instead. It came down, ripping at her skin as I repeatedly belted her, alternating the direction and igniting both of her cheeks. She bucked as much as she could against the restraints, which wasn't very much, and screeched like a cat in heat. I had reached thirty by the time I had to take a break, my chest heaving rapidly to catch my breath.

I wasn't sure if the girl had passed into unconsciousness or not as she seemed to have quieted a great deal. "Satisfactory at best, still a long way to go," Master Gerald noted, and I clenched my fist in response. It was hard enough with him watching me, let alone critiquing my every movement. He sighed, then took the belt from me again.

"I'll show you one last time before I am using this belt on you." A shiver crept through my spine and I was sure my face had paled. I only had one more chance today before his patience wore thin on me. As he began to belt the girl, who was actually quite still so I take it she had indeed passed out, he instructed me on what to do.

"As you prepare to belt her, decide where the belt is going to land and adjust your weight and stance accordingly. Take the belt's length and weight into account as well." He said, landing blow after blow in a single spot on the girls rear. "Slightly angle the belt as you bring it down, as it leaves a nice rich mark." Another smack. "Follow through with the swing, and always keep your arm moving. Stamina is key for this, but the ideal punishment is one where you will repeatedly whip someone like it is one, massive swing. You need to learn to control your breathing, and stop holding your breath as you do it. It's fine when you start, but it's too easy to run out of breath the longer you go." Smack. Smack. Smack. He handed the belt to me, and adverting his eyes I took it from him. I took a few deep breaths before I got into position again, imagining where the belt would land. Flexing my fingers, I brought the belt up over my shoulder. The girl woke up and screamed through her gag as I brought the belt down exactly where the master had been aiming. That gave me the confidence to continue, but I had to change target spots. It was a well known rule of the masters that punishments were to be carried out until the skin broke, in which the punishment would continue once the wound was healed. I saw her skin breaking and decided to focus on the other cheek. I was able to go fifty strikes without slowing my pace before I finally gave in to my lungs and stopped. The girl was still screaming in pain as the pain from her butt traveled through her body. Her cheeks were now a very bright red, and there wasn't a single patch that I had missed. I only hoped that this was good enough that I wasn't going to receive the next belting. The master reached his hand out, and I returned the belt to him. I truly believed he was going to belt me until he began to wrap it around his waist, signaling that we were done for now. I looked up into his dark, brown eyes but I could tell he wasn't overly pleased. He knew I could do better, and that killed me. He grabbed the back of my neck and ushered me into the adjoining room, where an elongated table was set up with lunch already on the table. I hadn't realized how much I had worked up an appetite, but of course I had to wait my turn. There were two other masters besides Master Gerald that resides on the grounds with us, and only the three of them were allowed to sit at the table to eat. I had to kneel on the floor at the far end of the table until they were either finished eating or until one of the masters allowed me to move. There were two other submissive girls in the room. One was standing next to a tray of drinks and snacks, and the other was by the door opposite the one I exited. Her presence was in case the masters needed her to fetch anything that wasn't already in the room or to provide entertainment services. My job was to just sit and look pretty, but my stomach rumbled and I was sure that the masters could hear it, which they did.

"Come," Master Gerald said, and I immediately came to his side. He gestured to the chairs at the table and I took the hint, settling in. He made me wait several minutes until he informed me that I could eat. I took a handful of everything. There was chicken, mashed potatoes, asparagus, broccoli, and an assortment of small desserts. When I went to take a dessert, though, Master Gerald slapped my finger. I withdrew it and pouted momentarily before indulging in the glorious food. Firstly, submissive girls were not allowed to partake in any alcohol or dessert of any kind. Secondly, as a submissive, our meals usually consist of an assortment of fresh fruits, vegetables, nuts and a serving of beef or canned fish per meal. All of the vegetables were raw and uncooked, and the meat would often taste bland or overdone. It was much different for the masters who had extravagant meals planned out and served to them. I was only permitted to eat at this particular table with the masters as it was seen as a less-than-status-quo table. It was plain in colour and only had a white sheet atop it, unlike the large, heavy wooden master tables decorated in rich burgundy linen with matching chairs and a chandelier to, literally, top it off. Those were located in the masters residency building, which is also where I resided but only because I was the masters personal submissive. All of the other hundreds of submissive girls and women were sharing dormitories on a part of the campus that was hidden by a shroud of trees. Every morning and night they would be escorted through the gardens, completely naked, and forced to undergo training. I actually wasn't sure if they ever got to wear clothes, come to think of it. I suppose once they were out of the training program they would have to wear whatever their new master pleases.

The training program was founded by Master Gerald but his partners, Drew and Ruben, wanted in on it so they took shares on the business. Masters from around the world would send or gift their most talented and beautiful submissives to Master Gerald's training program where he made them into the best submissive they could ever be. Some of them even remained here for up to five years of training, though I think most were done within one or two.

I scarfed the whole plate down within a few minutes, feeling a little uneasy but very content to have a full stomach again.

"What have you been doing to our poor, little darling here to make her wolf down a whole plate that fast, Gerald?" Drew threw his head back and laughed. He was the less serious of the three, and enjoyed a good sense of humour. Though I have never experienced being punished by him, I heard that when he was angry he was a force to be reckoned with, as he had put several of his submissives in critical care after he found them fooling around together on the bed. That was, of course, after he joined in and spilled his beans.

"I want her to be well versed in my tactics, so that perhaps one day she may truly come to her full potential." I wasn't quite sure what he meant, but took it as a compliment as he obviously saw potential in me, which meant I was still useful to him. After brewing over the topic, I still couldn't see how his dominant features could ease me into becoming an excellent submissive, but if he saw a point in it then that's only what I needed to believe it.

"Well I think you're working her too hard. She's but a girl, go easy on her." Drew scoffed, lightly throwing the subject around, not being overly serious about it but you could still tell that there was caution in his voice over me, though the part about my age did bother me. I was eighteen, and I hadn't thought of myself as a girl since I had sex the first time. And boy, that was one tough time. Literally, my ass throbbed for days afterward. It was a few nights before my seventeenth birthday and I really wanted to go to a party off of the Grahamson estate, so I climbed over the hedges of the walls and managed to make it to the party. I also did some fair share of drinking and smoking, all of which was wildly prohibited according to Master Gerald. I had made some friends and chatted up, then got very intoxicated. The last thing I remember was being in a bed with a guy on top of me, and Ruben pulling him off. Then he had come for me and threw a blanket over me and dragged me out by the roots of my hair and tossed me in a van where a very angered master awaited. I later learned that the party was thrown at a relative of Ruben's, and he had known about the part all along and expected me to be there. I turned out to have lost my virginity to the best friend of Ruben's nephew. I can't express how angry Gerald was that night. He caught himself just before my back was torn to shreds, but he came back to whip me throughout the night, all over my body until I could no longer take the pain. I kind of figured that Gerald was saving me for himself, but with all of the machines here to do the fucking with, I couldn't imagine that my cherry wouldn't have popped too much later anyway. Though, we're past that, for the most part. I only have one small scar on my back from where whip had scared me.

"On the contrary, I don't think I whip her enough," Gerald replied, and my whole body tensed. Was he really voicing his opinion on this with me right here? "Isn't that right, Rose?" I looked up at Gerald, and decided to play it safe, though this was hardly a safe topic at all. Was he insinuating that he wanted to, or should have whipped me earlier when he had the chance, or is he just warning me to behave nicely?

"Yes, Sir," I said, my meek voice stated flatly. Gerald smirked, and Drew held his hands up in defense.

"Alright, alright," he said. "Well I hope your training goes well, then, Rose," he said, as a menacing smirk flashed at me. I half smiled in return. We all knew what that meant. I had a whipping coming for me eventually, as if Gerald needed a fix and I was the only submissive that could give it to him. He had just finished belting that poor girl in the other room, I thought to myself. Why must I be so stubborn and challenge him? If I could just learn to obey out of fear like all of the other submissives, I would have received less than half of the punishments I had under my time with Gerald. Though, let's be real. I was the second longest submissive Gerald has had, and that's including his ex wife. So, I'd say that I'm doing a pretty fine job keeping him on his toes. Though I was more worried about my own toes. Gerald would often play dirty and when you were least expecting it, he would whip the underside of your feet just to make you squeal.

The rest of the day passed by quickly. Gerald sent me to the punishment rooms which were on the first floor like the training room, and made me watch and take notes as several juveniles, young masters-in-training, that is, were dishing out punishments to submissives through various means. My attention peaked when Master Ruben brought in Ginger, one of my good friends and a shared submissive by the masters.

See, there are a few submissives that stand out to the masters for their uniqueness, usually whatever the master prefers. Currently, there twenty of us submissives that are favoured by the three masters of the house (Gerald being the head of the house), but because Gerald specifically is teaching me and I'm the second youngest, I'm off limits to the other masters. Which we're all alright with anyways because since I grew up partially with them, I view them more as family and I guarantee they see me like it as well, especially based on how they treat me. Each master generally had at least one or two submissives that he favoured above all else as it was quite normal. If one submissive does something you really enjoy, you tend to go back for seconds. Or just buy her to stick in your bed every night. That is how things work around here. Each of us were given new names when we came to the Grahamson estate, all loosely or directly based off of flowers. Mine was Rose, and I was sometimes called Rosie. I had two good girlfriends as well, Ginger and Quinn. Both were favoured by Master Ruben and were equally skilled with their tongues. They also got along well and were open to anything the masters asked of them. They were both quite superb, and they were older than me by a few years so I looked up to them. When I first arrived at the estate, Ginger had only been here for a month and was eighteen, and Quinn had been here for six months when she was twenty-two. Now Ginger was twenty-two and Quinn was twenty-six. The masters were looking for a new bunch of girls to bed with, and they came across me in the training room watching as Ginger and Quinn made out with one another. I was amazed at what they could do with their tongues, as they could even shape things from a cherry stem. I had asked Gerald if I could participate with them, and he had agreed as long as nothing below the neck was touched until I was sixteen. By the time I was sixteen, both girls were residing in the shared common rooms in the main residency building and my breasts had perked up. We had a lot of good times and I truly learned a lot from them.

Master Ruben approached one of the juveniles, and informed him that Ginger had lashed out at another submissive during a practice session (those were basically one large orgy where more experienced submissives and less experienced submissives gather to please masters) after the submissive had stepped on her hair by accident, pulling it. Master Ruben had known that I was due to watch the punishments for today, so he brought Ginger down instead of just bending her over his lap like he usually did. The juveniles made space for him and gave him a chair and sat it directly in front of me. Again, I had never been beaten by either Ruben or Drew but both had some very aggressive tones beneath their otherwise complacent expressions. Ginger was already naked from having been in the orgy, and Master Ruben was also shirtless. He sat down on the chair, making it look small in comparison to his beefy, muscular body. Ruben had similar hair colour to Gerald but his wasn't kept as neat and was much longer, slightly past his chin. Ginger bent down, grabbing the legs of the stool, preparing for her punishment. Master Ruben looked directly at me.

"Did you hear what she is to be punished for, young Rosie?"

"Yes, Sir," I said, obediently.

"Then, as your training requires to judge offenses made and to set punishments accordingly, how many times should I spank Ginger, here?"

"At least twenty, I said. Thirty-five for good measure." I responded. I was quite confident with my answer. Spankings, although they could be harsh, were viewed as a lesser punishment in comparison to others one could receive, so they generally had a higher count. Master Ruben smiled, so I assumed as approved of my answer.

"Thirty-five should do the trick. Count you cunt," he demanded, and Ginger bucked and yelped as Ruben brought his hand down. He wasn't as fast as Gerald but his hands were very large and thick so I'd bet that the force of his hand probably accounted for two spankings each. Ginger's voice shook as she counted the spankings, and eventually they were finished but her rear end started to resemble a cherry.

"One of you has betrayed me behind me back." Gerald said. All four of us were kneeling on the floor with our heads down. "You plotted with other masters outside of the Grahamson estate." No one knew what those men really wanted. We would have never put you in danger or harm your reputation on purpose. You are our master. "You tried to free some of your own, without permission." They were being treated like pigs and were in horrible shape. You would never let any of us get in that state. "You lied directly to my face and mocked me." We're sorry. We're so, so sorry.

"Rose, up," he yelled. I immediately stood to my feet. "Look at me," he said, and I adjusted my view so that I was looking at Gerald in the eyes.

"Is your loyalty for your friends more important than your loyalty for your master?" My mouth gaped open. I was at a loss for words, and didn't know what to do. I didn't want either my master or friends feeling betrayed by me. "Answer!" His voice made my jump. There was no way around this. He was being completely serious.

My eyes glassed over and I gulped. "No, Sir."

"Then be honest," he continued. "Who disrespected their master?" There came a time where being the head masters favourite wasn't as grand as I wanted it to be, times when I was put into tough positions. But in the end, only one thing mattered, and that was pleasing my master. I closed my eyes, took a breath, and swallowed. He knew that he would be able to get the answer out of me, I thought. I was probably his most loyal submissive he's ever had. I slowly cocked my head until I caught sight of Steph's body kneeling on the ground. He followed my gaze where a terrified Steph was already shaking. "Steph, up." Steph slowly stumbled to her feet, tears already running down her cheeks. Gerald walked over until he stood in front of her, towering over her body just as he had done mine. "Look." She gazed up at him, before she covered her face with her hands and begun to wept. "Look!" He yelled, and she moved her hands, her face still crinkled as liquids dripped out of her. "Did you disrespect my name by spreading rumours about other masters around the submissives corners?" Gerald didn't blink as he said this, a low tone emanating from his throat. His face was tight as anger seeped through his veins. "Yes, Master. I'm so sorry, please-" He grabbed her by her arm and dragged her over to a table. "Strip, then bend over." She trembled as she took her clothes off, then bent over, her body rapidly shaking in fear now. "Rose, Ginger, Daisy," he said. "Come." We went to him then waited for further instructions. "Rose, you'll be whipping her. Ginger and Daisy, you will hold her arms down. If anyone of you fails to properly do your part in this, you will be punished next. Understood?" Ginger and Daisy both replied at the same time, but I was still in shock that he was forcing me to whip my own friend. I didn't expect it to come to this, but I should have known better. I gritted my teeth. "Rose, go up to my room and fetch the #2 bull whip." I nodded, then went to retrieve it. When I returned, Ginger and Daisy had Steph's arms pinned down in front of her, and they looked like they were prepared to strangle her if asked to. Gerald was sitting on the couch several feet away as I approached him. He looked mildly annoyed.

"How many?" I asked, though my mind still felt like it was somewhere in the clouds.

"Thirty," he said, and my mouth hung open. There was no way that she would be able to make it through thirty lashes from the bull whip. It'd tear her skin off before that. "Draw it out," he said as he saw my dismay. He meant that he wanted me to inflict as much pain on Steph as possible, letting the pain from each blow linger instead of quickly lashing her. I bowed my head.

"Yes, Sir."

I ventured back to where the girls were. Steph was still sobbing, and I couldn't help but think 'poor girl' as my grip tightened on the whip. She was going to be crying a lot harder real fast. The #2 bull whip was 6 feet long, and it felt heavy in my hand. I gave it a quick sample then another, testing it and making a dreadful sound filling the air. Steph was already sobbing heavier. She knew that this was going to hurt, a lot. I had to do this, I thought. Otherwise the rest of us would be getting whipped alongside her. I hoped that they would have done the same if they were in my position, and by the expressions on Ginger and Daisy's face, I'd say I was correct in assuming that. I placed myself further back, closer to were Gerald was observing, and then begun. The whip slithered through the air as I directed it towards Steph's bottom. Thankfully for me, I didn't miss on the first try but Steph's cries of mercy got louder and longer with each hit. There was a subtle wait in between whips as I would swing my arm around in midair, keeping the whips momentum up as it turned to deliver an explosion of pain to its victim. I was able to do this three times in a row, each time increasing the speed and force that the whip hit Steph with. I had counted to fifteen, but Steph's backside was already looking worse for wear. I brought the whip down on her twice more before I could see two small slits beginning to emerge. I'm sure her butt was beyond feeling on fire now. She had probably landed on the sun at this point. I turned to face Gerald, who returned annoyance as I stared at him dead in the eye. No one in their right mind would challenge Gerald the way that I did, but I stood my ground. He got my point, and came over to inspect Steph's rear. He began to walk back to the couch, waving his hand as he spoke. "Continue." I couldn't believe that he was going to allow this. I just hoped for Steph's sake that I was able to get this over with as quick as possible. I whipped her four more times before the cuts in her rear became larger and drew blood. "I didn't tell you to stop." I hated him for this. He could be so ruthless at times. She was going to have some serious injuries later and probably wouldn't be able to walk for a week. I whipped twice more before she sent a spiraling cry, then went silent. I turned to look for Gerald but he was already at my side. "Alright, that's enough. Girls, go back to your rooms. I'll make sure Steph receives proper care." He nodded to Ginger and Daisy who practically ran off. "You, on the other hand, are to return to my chambers and remain there. Understood?" My eyes went wide. This absolutely no way sounded like a good thing for me.

"Y-Yes, Sir," I mumbled, then hastily made my way up the stairs and found myself kneeling on the floor at the end of his bed. He came in ten minutes or so later. He had the bull whip in his hand, but eventually hung it back up. I was able to breath for a moment. Then he began talking and immediately my fears raced back to me.

"Though you did a fine job delivering that punishment, Rose," he slowly talked, letting the words digest as I heard them. "I am deeply disappointed in you." I waited. "Do you want to know why?" Honestly, no. I don't want to be whipped. I don't want to be whipped. He slowly inched his way forward, until meeting me where I knelt. "I actually questioned whether you were still loyal to me." I looked up to him, gazing in his eyes which seemed softer, hurt now, and all I could do was cry and say "I'm sorry".

"I'm not sure what to do with you Rose. I took you in when I had no one, and you repay me by betraying me?" I sobbed heavier, my voice too weak to say anything. "I don't know if I should remove that collar and throw you back out onto the street, or turn a blind eye to your shenanigans like usual."

"Please, no, Master. I'll be good, don't throw me out. I'm yours, entirely yours." I cried like a child. I couldn't stop my tears as my life flashed before me. I had nothing outside of the estate, and I didn't want to go anywhere. I hugged his knees, my tears soaking his pant legs.

After some time he said, "I can't let this go unpunished, Rose," he whispered into my ear. I nodded my head. I knew what had to be done. He had to put me in my place again, the one where I was undoubtedly his submissive. I undressed, letting my clothing fall slowly to the ground. He went over to a wall, and pushed a lever, letting two chains with cuffs fall to the floor. He chained both of my hands and feet before returning to the lever and hoisted me into the air. My hands and ankles were tightly chained, so I looked more like a dead chicken than an eagle. I was facing the windows, so I could only see his silhouette from my side vision.

"Steph received 23 before she couldn't take anymore. You're going to take forty." he said. "Except you're going to take all of them, without fail." My heart just about leaped out of my chest. He was going to use the bull whip on me. I had only experienced it twice before in a single hit as a warning, but that was it. Plus, I had to take more than Steph, and by the hands of Gerald who was sure to be more forceful than I was. There was no way that I was going to last to forty. I wondered what he would do if I didn't. Maybe he would throw me out. Damn-it, how was I going to survive this? I heard the crack of the whip on the floor once before I felt it on my body. There was a sudden burst of pain erupting from my back as I screamed out, the chains digging into my skin as I tensed. Lash after lash he whipped me as hard as he ever has, sending bolts of fire jolting throughout my body. He was determined to cover every inch of my backside by the time this was done, whether I was still conscious or not. After the first ten the burning increased and I felt like I had gotten run over by a truck. By the twentieth my cries because more insensible. At twenty-five, he stopped. I could barely hear his feet over my own sobs. When he returned, I could feel his breath on my butt. Then it began again, but this time the pain was different, and focused on my bottom. He was using the cat tails now, I recognized, as several smaller lashes proceeded to chew up my skin. He was using it to have a more direct and accurate range. He proceeded to do twenty in a row incredibly fast, letting the pain increasingly build up so that I howled in response. I only had five more to go, but then he stopped again, and then the bull whip was back upon my aching back, sending a massive bout of pain through my body as it traced the insides of open cuts and bruises, making me writhe in absolute agony. I had started shivering now, and I felt nauseous. I hoped that this would be over soon. The last four were excruciating, as he changed direction. He focused on my private area which burned like hell when he whipped it. The last whip landed on a mix of my back and butt. Silent tears and sobs escaped me, running down the front of my body. He moved the lever, and the chains came clambering down as my body hit the floor. The was also painful, and I didn't move. Gerald came to inspect me, checking my back and butt before tilting my head up to see my face. "This isn't over he said." And with that, he left the room leaving me on the floor, naked, sore, and alone.

The next morning I awoke my body was in tremendous pain and I couldn't move. I tried calling out but my voice was weak and no sound came out. A couple hours later, Master Ruben appeared at the door, sighed, then grabbed a blanket off of the bed and tucked me in it. At first I thought he was being gentle, but then he grabbed my body, lifted me up and brought me two floors below. I was hardly able to stay conscious from the pain of being carried when the cage door opened, and Ruben set me in. He left the blanket, but that was it, before he went back upstairs and left me there for the whole day.

I had a difficult time remaining asleep that day.

I awoke and found my body stretched out as far as I could within the cramped cage. The lights were on in the basement which meant someone had, or still, was down here. Then Gerald appeared, and voiced to someone to unlock the cage. Ruben reappeared and did so, leaving me to crawl out without any assistance. As I slowly was able to remove myself from the cage, Ruben attached a leash to my collar, something I had not used in a very long time, and walked me to where Gerald was. He was standing next to a fire, with an iron rod sticking out of it. My eyes drooped upon seeing this, instantly realizing what was going to happen. Gerald only looked at me disapprovingly as he bent to grab the poker, then turned to face me.

"Up," he ordered, and I stumbled to my feet, trying to ignore the pain as best as possible, scowling and gritting my teeth. Gerald held the poker close to him in his right hand, then grabbed the back of my neck with his left. He pulled me in, jabbing me with the poker as I screamed and howled. It was just like being whipped again. After a moment, he released the poker, and his initials 'GG' had been branded into my chest for all to see. I fell to the floor, my legs giving way as pain overcame me.