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.
