"Never!" Mei-Ling swore.
"Prepare her!" Carla snapped. The others, obviously, knew what she meant. One moment, Mei-Ling was being held by them in midair; the next, she was dumped, unceremoniously, onto her belly over the curve of the top of the chaise. Carl released her feet, but before she could do anything about regaining her freedom, he pressed his weight to her writhing body, holding her as she had been placed.
Her arms had been pulled away from her body as she had been positioned. Now Olga dropped to her knees before the crying girl and yanked down on her arms. Swiftly she located a length of chain on the floor and attached the snap on the end of it to the short piece of chain between the handcuffs. When she rose, Mei-Ling found, to her dismay, that her hands had been totally immobilized. She could strain and struggle all she wanted, but she couldn't lift her arms. "Aaaaahhhhh, please, please, let me go," she begged. "Please. I don't want to do what you ask, Mistress."
"What you want doesn't count, slave," Carla replied coldly.
As soon Olga had chained Mei-Ling's hands securely, Carl had risen from her back. Now he and the older woman each took one of the sobbing girl's feet in their hands and pulled away from the other, until Mei-Ling's pussy was exposed and the tight cheeks of her ass were drawn apart to the point that the puckered rosette of her asshole was made visible.
"Heeeeeellp!" Mei-Ling screamed.
"Go ahead, darling, yell all you want to," Carla advised her. "You'll find that it doesn't do any good, but do it anyway. I'm beginning to like the sound of my slaves screaming."
Carl and Olga knelt and suddenly Mei-Ling felt bands of metal being closed around her dainty ankles. When the others rose and stepped away from her, she was dismayed to learn that she was totally immobilized, unable to do more than twist and writhe about in the obscene position she had been bound in.
A swishing sound reached her ears. Then a thin line of fire seemed to ignite across the swell of her trim little ass. Her head snapped up as she gave vent to the agony that had shot across her flesh.
Again the swishing sound came and, again, she yelled in agony as the instrument that Carla was wielding bit into the taut flesh of her ass, a little below the mark left by the first blow.
"Eeeeeeyyyyyaaaaa!" Mei-Ling screamed.
Carla paused to savor the sight of the angry red lines that crossed the smooth, unblemished semi spheres of her captive's ass. Then, with a lewd smile on her face, she landed the thin switch on the taut flesh of the compact mounds of the diminutive girl's ass three times in rapid succession, striking the second and third blow even as Mei-Ling was screaming her agonized reaction to the first.
"I think the strap now," Carla murmured. Olga obediently handed her a wide piece of stiffened leather. When Carla brought it down on the helpless Oriental's ass, it caused a different sort of pain, but a pain that was just as strong as that produced by the lash.
"Hhhuuuggaaaa!" Mei-Ling yelled. Her voice was already starting to become hoarse, so hard had she screamed before.
Again and again the strap bit into her abused ass. Carla moved the strap up and down until he had turned the entire surface of Mei-Ling's compact ass a dull red. When she finally let the strap trail to the ground, her body was covered by a thin sheen of sweat that Carl hastened to pat away from her glowing figure with a soft towel.
"Mmmmm," Carla murmured as she ran her hands over Mei-Ling's smarting ass. "What shall I use now? The whips? No, I think the hairbrush should be next."
A moment later, thousands of tiny pins seem to prick the aching flesh of the bound girl's ass as the other woman slammed the brush bristle down into her ass. "Eeeeyaaa!" Mei-Ling yelled as she tried, desperately, to twist away from the cruel instrument, bound as she was, there was no escaping the terrible blows that rained on her unprotected ass.
"I think we should advance things a little," Carla said.
What does she mean by that? Mei-Ling wondered, not liking the sound of the statement and fearing what it portended for her. It wasn't long before she found out; Carl and Olga moved around to the front of the chaise and dropped to their knees before her.
The leering smiles on their faces frightened the girl, but she couldn't find the strength to protest as they shifted about until they were slouching below her. Then they reached out and lifted her tits, pulling them toward their mouths. "Ohhhhhh, nooo," she moaned as the other slaves bent their heads and fastened their lips to her nipples, sucking on them wantonly until they commenced swelling.
Behind her, Carla started rotating the brush each time she swung it. Thus, half the time, it was the hard wood that slammed into the taut curves of Mei-Ling's defenseless ass, the other half of the time it was the bristles that bit at her agonized flesh. And, all the while, Carl and Olga's mouths worked against the tips of her tits, sending conflicting messages to her mind until pain and pleasure were equally mixed in her brain.
Carla stopped striking the helpless girl's ass and transferred her attention to the widely spread thighs, striking the backs of them as often as she twisted the brush and slammed it into the sensitive inner surfaces. Her tits heaved with her exertions and her hair flew about as she rained blow after blow onto the hapless young woman's legs or the underside of her compact ass where it joined her thighs. Mei-Ling's screams filled the room, although they were no longer as loud as they had been when the torture had begun, since Mei-Ling was crying so hard that she had trouble drawing enough breaths to scream as loudly as that.
Once more Carla ceased her abuse of the other girl. She ran her hands over the battered curves of the helpless Oriental's ass, her sharp nails digging into the tender surfaces. "Are you ready to eat me now?" she asked calmly.
"Noooooo," Mei-Ling moaned. It was all she could do to make the statement, but the idea of putting her mouth to Carla's snatch was still more abhorrent to her than her fear of a continuation of the beating.
"Very well, we shall proceed then," Carla said. The next time the bristles landed, she brought them into contact with the gaped flesh of Mei-Ling's cunt.
"Eeeeeeeeyyyaaaa!" the defenseless girl screamed. This cry was louder than any she had uttered so far, but the agony she felt was twice as severe as anything she'd been exposed to before. Ohhbhh, she'll kill me! the distraught beauty thought as the cruel blow was repeated, drawing another extra-loud scream of agony from her tortured lungs.
Her tits were aching, so ardently were Olga and Carl sucking on her now distended nipples. Mei-Ling sobbed brokenly as she felt Carla's fingers exploring her aching cunt. "I wonder who many blows like that she can take before she passes out," Carla mused aloud.
Those words, more than what had happened to her so far, broke the diminutive girl's spirit. "Noooo," she moaned. "Stop. Please! Stop!"
"You know what it will mean if I do?" Carla demanded.
"Yes," the girl whimpered in acknowledgement. "I… I agree. I did not think you could do it, but you have. You have taught me there are worse things than eating pussy. Much worse things. I will eat your cunt if you will stop hitting me on mine."
"Do you want to eat my cunt?" Carla asked coldly.
"No," Mei-Ling replied honestly. "But I would rather do that than have you torture me any longer."
"I suppose that's good enough," Carla said. "Olga," she then snapped, "put some salve on her."
To Mei-Ling she added: "You won't change your mind while you enjoy this last respite, not if you're smart. If you do, well, I'll beat you twice as hard and twice as long as before giving you another chance to comply with my demands. And you won't be given any rest between the time you capitulate and the time you start."