Today, she learned what a horse was and what kind of pain it could inflict on a naked girl. Elizabeth supervised this section and had Sarah straddle what initially looked like a balance beam. Once she was on it, however, she learned that it was quite different from the balance beams she remembered.
The long wooden beam was shaped like an upside down V with the point of the V rounded and smoothed. Elizabeth had Sarah settle herself onto the beam, which she did. The hard wood was uncomfortable as it pressed up against her body but she could endure this, she was sure.
The next step was to secure her wrists behind her back. This made it a little more difficult to support herself with her hands but it was still bearable. And she could still push off the ground with her feet when she needed to relieve herself. What Elizabeth did next made things noticeably worse.
Elizabeth circled each ankle with a leather cuff and then, one by one, lifted Sarah's feet behind her. Snaps on the cuffs were attached to rings on the underside of the beam. Sarah was no longer able to use her feet to support her weight and it was becoming more uncomfortable.
The next change moved things from uncomfortable to painful. Elizabeth attached a rope to the links between the two handcuffs. The rope ran up to the ceiling and through a pulley. When Elizabeth pulled on the rope, Sarah's arms were drawn higher into the air causing strain in her shoulders. It also tilted the captive girl forward a bit and Sarah found that her entire weight was being supported by her clit. She groaned as she felt her sensitive little bud being crushed beneath her.
A final attachment marked the official beginning of the punishment. Sarah's pierced nose had healed and the horseshoe had been replaced by a gold ring. Elizabeth clipped another rope to the ring and, when she pulled on the rope that ran through another pulley on the ceiling, Sarah's head was drawn upward. She quickly became a quivering ball of female pain.
Diane entered the room to inspect her daughter's work. She ran her palm over Sarah's nudity, admiring the firm but quaking flesh. She could see the strain in the muscles and the agony in the girl's face. But Sarah remained silent. She had already learned that protests only earned her more punishment.
"Welcome to the horse, little one," said the mistress as she ran her palms over the smooth orbs of the girl's bottom, admiring the tight muscles there. "This is usually only used for severe infractions. But I wanted you to experience it at least once so you knew enough to try to avoid it."
"It hurts so much, Mistress," groaned Sarah. She hoped that complaint did not earn her more punishment.
"I know it does, sweetie," said Diane who had positioned herself to stroke and squeeze the breasts that were dangling downward from the girl's chest. "But it displays you so nicely."
Sarah groaned again as she felt Diane stroking her breasts almost as if milking them. She felt the pressure in her nose and had to be careful to keep her head tilted up for fear that she might tear out the ring.
Diane continued to amuse herself with the full breasts, squeezing them and stroking them. Occasionally, she would slap one of them and then watch as the beautiful orb swung back and forth like a pink, soft metronome.
"Only two minutes left," Diane announced after what seemed like an eternity to Sarah but which, in fact, had only been a little over ten minutes.
"Oh god," groaned Sarah. Her entire body was suffering from the pain emanating from her mashed clit. She wasn't sure if she would survive another couple of minutes. It felt like her body was being sliced in two.
Finally, Elizabeth was brought back in and released Sarah in the reverse order that she had been bound. Sarah was whimpering and sobbing by the time she was able to support her weight with her legs and vowed to herself that she would be very obedient in the future to avoid ever being subjected to this kind of punishment again.
She had a lesson on etiquette. She had a session where she practiced blowjobs. Some days, she was peed on and other days she would be a human toilet, forced to drink piss. She was fisted each day. She was exercised. She was fucked in the ass. At the end of each day, she would be stuffed back into her cage where she would be stored until the next day. And then it would begin again. The only change from day to day was the order in which the indignities were inflicted upon her.
Chapter 5
Sarah woke up in familiar surroundings. She was sheathed in darkness and felt the foamy stuff packed against her body again, keeping her immobile. She swallowed and realized the feeding tube had been inserted again. She could feel vibrations. And then she passed out again.
She briefly woke up several more times before she realized what was happening. She was being taken to the person who had ordered her capture. She was on her way to being sold! But before she could worry too much about that, she passed out again.
One of the times she woke up to find the vibrations had changed. It felt different and the humming noises in the background had changed too. She listened for voices but heard none before she passed out yet again.
She woke up again; sort of. She was groggy and it felt like her mind was full of fuzz. She could not move a muscle, even for something as simple as opening her eyes. But she had all of her other senses.
The foamy material no longer pressed against her body. She was lying on a table and it felt like she was naked. And she heard voices.
"She should be coming around soon and I should be leaving." It was Diane's voice. "I have learned that it's best if I'm not around when the merchandise wakes up. But all of the tubes have been removed. And now that the IV is out, the drugs should wear off soon."
"I understand," said a second voice that she did not recognize. She could not place the accent either. It was a female voice, which confused her. She thought she was being bought by a male. "You know what's best in these situations."
"You've done well, Diane," the second voice continued. She felt a hand on her left breast, squeezing her mound. "She looks perfect. And she looks like a perfect match."
"Thank you," replied Diane. "It was a challenging assignment. But tell me one thing. Why did you want a match? Most people want some variety."
The second woman laughed. "Call me eccentric. I'm not like most people. I wanted a match mostly for my own entertainment. I like my other girl and I thought it would be amusing to have another one just like her. I'll pair them up for display or for entertaining guests. And I thought it would be nice to have identical girls kneeling on either side of me when I sit on the throne."
Throne? What did that mean, wondered Sarah.
"I'm sure she'll look wonderful beside your throne," said Diane. "And I think you'll find her very pleasing. She's very bright. She was a very quick study."
"Ha!" said the woman with the accent. "I don't buy girls for their brains. I buy them for their bodies. And as long as they have brains enough to obey, then I let them live."
Sarah felt her breast squeezed again and felt a chill snake down her spine. Let them live? She couldn't be serious!
"I think you'll find her very obedient," Diane said. "That's how I figured out that she was so smart. She very quickly learned that obedience is best."
The hand shifted and Sarah felt her nipple being squeezed and then rolled back and forth. This was horrible! Not only was she being sold but now she learned that she might be killed if she disobeyed. But she was determined to live. Someday she would escape. She just had to stay alive long enough to do that.
"Then I like smart girls," said the accented woman.