Sharon screamed. Olga held an evil, black bullwhip.
Sharon's eyes bulged as Olga began to move, circling the naked, bound female body. Sharon twisted her head to follow the progress of the other woman, and Olga stopped when she was behind Sharon and to the side. As the terrified secretary watched, Olga dropped the lash of the whip to the floor, where it coiled and twisted like a snake. Her arm went back, then flashed forward, lifting the coils swiftly from the floor.
"Aaeeeiii!" Sharon screamed as the whip slashed across her back, below her shoulder blades. A line of fire was etched into her tender skin, igniting a blaze of pain that ripped through her flesh. Her naked body thrashed violently in the chains from the intense agony, the clamps cutting deeply into the flesh of her wrists and ankles.
The whip struck again, this time high on her shoulders. The pain that was torturing her doubled with the new blow as another line of fire was added to her body.
"Noooo!" Sharon wailed as steady blows began to batter her body.
Olga had set herself into a rhythm of lashing the naked young woman. The black whip snaked out and struck time after time, turning the secretary's back into a pattern of scarlet lines.
Then Olga moved her aim down, zeroing in on the naked asscheeks that trembled along with the rest of Sharon's body. The first slash to the ass seared a line across both of the asschecks, causing the tortured sex slave to scream in pain. Slowly, Olga's pussy began to grease itself inside her panties at the lusty feeling of beating Sharon's soft flesh.
Sharon was struck again and again. There was pain she never would have believed. Even the agony she felt when her ass had been fucked couldn't compare with the torture she was suffering. Even the backs of her thighs were being tortured by the terrible lashing, and soon Sharon's screams were almost continual.
But Olga wasn't through with beating the naked girl. Pausing for a few seconds, she moved until she was directly behind the tortured secretary. She curled the whip behind her and lashed out, snapping the tip of the bullwhip right into the secretary's ass-crease, hitting Sharon's little shithole.
Pain speared clear into Sharon's guts. The end of the whip had popped against her asshole. The pain ripped up through her body and froze the screams in her chest, and throat.
Then the whip fell silent, and Sharon's mind jumped to the conclusion that the terrible beating had finally ended. But Olga was only moving around to the front, where she had clear flesh to mark with searing, scarlet lines.
"No!" Sharon shrieked, but already the lash was on its way. It sliced across both of her trembling tits, ripping at her nipples. In horror, Sharon glanced down, sure that the little nubs had been ripped from her flesh. But although they were brutally beaten, the nipples were still in place at the ends of her tits.
Qlga's arm worked steadily, slicing the whip into Sharon's tits again and again. Angry red lines covered the mounds in every direction, turning her tits into twin peaks of pain.
Then the whip began to slash at Sharon's stomach, and the flesh there became deeply marked. And finally, Olga positioned herself directly in front of the tortured secretary and lashed out underhanded with the whip. This time the tip of the evil torturing device snapped right into the gash of Sharon's pussy, searing against the tender flesh.
Then Olga stepped back, and Titus rose from his chair. All during the beating, he had sat and calmly watched the savage thrashing of his new sex slave's flesh. Now, before the young woman was permanently damaged, he stopped the lesson in discipline.
Slowly, be walked around Sharon's naked, beaten body, until he was once more in front of her. Then he stepped forward.
"This is what a woman can do to you with a whip!" he whispered. "Imagine what it would be like if Jason or I lashed you with all of our strength! Because that's what you will get if you ever give me the impression of hesitating to do anything that I or my people say! Do you understand that, bitch? Do you understand that real well?"
His words burned into her. She had no doubt that he meant what he said. If he or the large butler ever took a whip to her, the frightened, beaten, naked young secretary knew that she would be dead.
Sharon gulped and frantically nodded her head. Even the pain didn't frighten her as much as his eyes. She could look far down into the black depths and see even more horrible torture if she ever displeased him. There was no doubt in her mind that, no matter how degrading, she would have to leap to do everything he said.
"Now!" he gasped, taking a couple of steps back from her and turning his head to glance over toward Alex and Olga. "The two of you can leave her to me! She's mine now to do what I want with!"
Sharon's previous torturers moved silently from the room. When they were gone, Titus turned to his butler.
"Take her to an empty room and get the hair off her pussy," he said sternly. "When she begins work in the morning, I want her cunt as slick as a baby's!"
Titus reached forward and grabbed a handful of Sharon's pussyhair. With a tremendous jerk, he pulled a wide patch of it out of her cunt mound, then turned and left the room as the young sex slave screamed in terror and pain.
CHAPTER SIX
Sharon's hands flowed over the keyboard of the electric typewriter. She could feel every one of the keystrokes in her cunt. All around her, other naked secretaries furiously typed, bound to desk-like contraptions such as hers. There must have been at leant a dozen naked young women in the large office complex of the mansion, and each of them was busily typing.
At no time had Sharon really believed that she would be expected to produce actual secretarial work in addition to being a sexual slave. So she was completely surprised when she had been led totally naked into the large room that was obviously an office and forced to sit down at the lewdly constructed desk.
Just the night before, Jason, the butler, had taken her from the chains down to a small room with nothing but a dresser and a narrow bed. Throwing her down roughly onto the firm mattress, he had used belts to tie her knees back, her feet bent back against the backs of her thighs.
Bound there, Sharon's legs had been stretched painfully wide, and her pussy had gaped open for the butler to easily see. But he apparently hadn't been interested as much in fucking her with his cock as in shaving the pussyhair from her cunt. He used a bar of soap and a straight razor to get the job done and, when he finally released her, her pussy was shaved. When she glanced down between her legs, her cunt looked just like it had when she had been a little girl, and the tormented secretary cried hers elf to sleep when the butler finally left her alone.
The next morning, she had been fed and let into a bathroom to pee, then she had been taken to the office complex of the building and up to a strangely built contraption that included a typewriter. When she was ordered to sit down, she glanced at the seat and gasped at the long shaft that rose into the air.
Sobbing, but afraid to resist, she allowed herself to be forced onto the dildo, which ran far up into her cunt. It wasn't as thick as a man's prick, but it still plugged her pussy clear to the end. Straps were wrapped around her naked body from the rear, locking her tightly in place.
As a final insult, long electrical wires from the platform that held the typewriter were attached painfully to her nipples by small alligator clips. The tiny teeth bit into her flesh until her whole tit-mounds finally went numb.
Sharon glanced down. Other wires led from the base of the typewriter and disappeared beneath her seat. She shrugged, trying to force her mind from the discomfort she felt in her pussy and tits, then looked around the large room.