Cleo could feel herself shaking as she looked at Beth, heart pounding against her ribs. Beth looked exhausted, traumatized and in agony, and Cleo had caused that. She had been weak and now Beth was in this living hell alongside her. She should have been stronger than this.
"Now, I think your girlfriend has had enough for a minute, don't you?" The British woman purred, her fingers trailing up and down Cleo's spine.
Neither Cleo nor Beth breathed a word as they looked at each other, each trying to give silent reassurances even as pain and fear coursed through them. They wanted nothing more to talk to each other, but not like this. Not in front of these people.
"Look at her trembling... the poor thing."
Beth was indeed trembling, only kept upright on her knees by virtue of the stockade she was being held in. It was partly out of pain, partly out of exhaustion, her whole body weak and limp from the trauma she had been through. Cleo whimpered softly as the British woman's fingernails raked across her left ass cheek, leaving angry red marks in their wake. Cleo couldn't let them make her cry, make her scream, not in front of Beth. They wouldn't use her to break her.
"And you have been so neglected tonight. Well no more." The British woman walked over to a bench in the corner that was laid with toys that Alex had approved for her guests to use; it was fuller than usual.
As the British woman set about selecting the exact right tool for her next activity, the Eastern European woman picked up a bull whip, grinning at the two slaves restrained in front of her as the sound of the whip swishing through the air caused both of them to try and turn their heads only to find that the taut rope connecting their collars together prevented them from doing so.
"Whilst my friend is finding what she's looking for, I think it's time that you were punished for going against our instructions. Ten seems appropriate don't you think? On each cheek."
Cleo bit her lip as her body tensed. She recognised the sound of the bullwhip and remembered how much it stung (Stella had taken Cleo through a particularly brutal session to 'teach' her about the different implements they could use to punish her). Beth tugged half-heartedly at her restraints not wanting to sit back and let them hurt Cleo, but in too much pain and too exhausted to realistically do anything.
"You will count these out and thank me for each one. Otherwise we will begin again, do I make myself clear?" The Eastern European woman ran her hand through Cleo's hair, grinning hungrily at her as Cleo nodded softly. The hand in her hair tightened and Cleo winced, "I didn't hear you."
"Y-yes ma'am." Cleo stammered, Beth unable to do anything but watch on as they tormented Cleo, tears springing into her eyes as she saw the fear in Cleo's eyes.
"Please..." The sound of her own hoarse voice made Beth's heart clench, "Please leave her alone."
"We'll be having none of that." The Southern woman drawled, roughly forcing a bit gag into Beth's mouth as she tried to turn her head away from it in vain. Beth growled softly as it was fastened around the back of her head tightly, hating that she had once again lost the ability to protest their vile treatment, "You'll drown out all her beautiful screams with your pathetic whining."
Beth had no time to try and communicate her hatred for the woman as the whip cracked across Cleo's left ass cheek, the Eastern European woman having frighteningly precise aim as Cleo yelped before remembering to say:
"One, thank you ma'am."
Cleo's impossibly blue eyes found Beth's stormy greys and tried to gain strength from them. She was the strongest person she knew, if she could withstand all that she had been through since arriving here, then Cleo could get through this. Beth prayed her eyes conveyed the depth to which she loved Cleo and not the fear that she felt at the thought of what these women could do to her. The whip cracked again, Cleo having to bite back a cry before counting again.
"Two, thank you ma'am. Th-three, thank you ma'am. F-FOUR, t-thank you ma'am!"
The blows grew harder and harder as Cleo could no longer hold back her cries of pain as she counted out the lashes of the whip, tears running down her cheeks as the Eastern European woman moved from the left side to the right. Cleo didn't have the time to catch her breath before the lashings continued, barely able to choke out the count as she sobbed. Beth began to tug more insistently at the stockade hating seeing and hearing Cleo in so much pain. What she wouldn't give to be able to snap these restraints and rescue her from all of this.
"Good girl." The Eastern European woman purred as she patted Cleo's bright red and throbbing ass, Cleo whimpering as she did.
Beth cried out through the gag in her mouth as the Southern woman's hands reached underneath and squeezed her breast tightly and roughly. She tried to squirm away from her but she was caught in the stockade, able to do nothing but squeal as the Southern woman twisted them.
"Don't think we didn't notice ya trying to get out of this little contraption." She taunted Beth, amused as her hands tightened more around Beth's breasts, the slave's back arching in pain, "You're not goin' anywhere peaches. And I'm going to punish ya every time I notice you doing so."
The Southern woman let go of Beth's breasts at this, Beth panting as tears stung the corners of her eyes but a sense of relief washing through her that the hands were gone. Beth realised she should have known better as she felt the now heart clenchingly familiar pinching at her nipples as the harshest clamps yet were fastened onto them. They were shaped like a vice and they were adjusted so tightly that the two halves of it almost touched. Beth couldn't believe how much they hurt, it felt as though her nipples were in fire as every breath made her chest move and her breasts throb.
"There. They look so pretty on ya... maybe your Mistresses will be kind enough to give you some piercings if you can behave." The Southern woman tugged sharply downwards on the chain that connected the clamps, Beth's shriek muffled but no less pain filled. She hated the idea of this woman, of any of them piercing her. They'd already branded her, what more did they want from her?
Cleo opened her mouth to protest Beth's treatment but all that came out was a strangled cry as she felt two thick dildos penetrate her from behind at the same time. They were thick and at least ten inches long, burying into her mercilessly as she tried to pull away from them. The British woman grinned as she grabbed Cleo's hips and lifted them a little to better the angle for herself as she twitched her hips to move the double penetrative dildo that she had attached to the harness around her waist. Cleo tried to bite back a groan that was more of pain than it was of pleasure as the British woman's hips pressed hard into her aching behind with no sign of relief as she held her hips tightly.
"I slid in very easily you little slut. You've been enjoying our games tonight haven't you?" The British woman taunted her. Cleo shook her head furiously because despite the way her body was responding right now Cleo was the furthest thing from aroused. She didn't know when she had gotten wet from all of this, but she was mortified that it had happened without her even noticing.
"Oh your body tells me differently." The British woman chuckled, reaching down with one hand and starting to rub Cleo's clit in a vigorous fashion. Despite her calm composure and level tone, Cleo knew that the British woman was perhaps the roughest of them all when she wanted to be.
Cleo couldn't help the moan that fell from her lips as she felt a knot begin to form in her stomach, looking away from Beth as much as she could. She hated that she was so obviously aroused in front of Beth, she would be so angry at her for this. She was practically cheating on her and Beth was watching.
The British woman drew out by a few inches and plunged harder and deeper into Cleo, smirking as the Eastern European slid underneath Cleo and took her left breast in her mouth. Cleo whimpered and groaned again as arousal began to course through her, her back arching of its own volition and inadvertently pushing her breast further into the mouth of the woman currently suckling at it.
"Ya see that?" The Southern woman had her hand in Beth's hair, hissing in her ear as Beth was forced to watch Cleo in the throes of arousal, "Your girlfriend will put out for anyone as long as they give her all the attention."
Beth knew that Cleo didn't want this and that soothed her anger a little; she couldn't be mad at Cleo for this, none of it was her fault. But that didn't mean it didn't make her blood boil to see her like this. Her heart was breaking though, Cleo was being used by these women for their own gratification and she was powerless to stop them. She would rather they were back abusing her, rather that Cleo was free and safe.
Cleo tried to fight back a moan as the British woman began to thrust in an out of her in a violent fashion, each thrust causing her to collide painfully with her previously punished ass and her fingers continued to tease and pinch at her clit. The Eastern European woman bit down on her nipple and caused Cleo to shriek, hands balling into fists as she tried to push away the ever-nearing orgasm that threatened to betray her. It was no use as the double dildo drilled hard into her, her nipple tight as a tongue flicked over it, clitoris throbbing as it was pinched hard. The orgasm exploded through her with a loud moan, Beth squeezing her eyes shut as the sound bounced around her head, tears slipping down her cheeks.
The onslaught on Cleo didn't let up for a second as a hard slap to Beth's face forced her eyes open again and she watched in horrified transfixion as orgasm after orgasm was ripped from her unwillingly. Cleo could barely breathe by the time they finally stopped, panting heavily as she slumped in the pillory, breasts, cunt and ass throbbing from their rough treatment as tears rolled down her face. She finally looked up at Beth again, her eyes full of remorse and needless apology as Beth gently shook her head, a subtle gesture designed to reassure Cleo; it wasn't her fault.
"Beautiful, simply beautiful." The British woman, ran her fingers through Cleo's hair as she moved from behind her, Cleo flinching away from her, "No wonder your girlfriend looks so upset, I would be if I had to watch her give it up
