I couldn't help the whine that crept into my voice. My legs couldn't take this abuse. It felt like I was on fire. This punishment was all pain and no pleasure. They hadn’t been kidding when they said there was a difference.

“Master Christof, no one ever told me I wasn't supposed to talk to the other slaves. Please, I'm begging you to stop this."

Damien stretched and sat down and I thought perhaps the argument had worked.

Christof stood beside me and answered thoughtfully, “You are not stupid. My Brothers chose a human for their slave because they wished to have an intelligent creature pleasure us. You and I have talked a great deal. I am well acquainted with your ability to reason."

My legs were shaking in their bonds as I strained my neck to watch Christof. He wasn't Letting me off the hook.

“No one ever-" I started to say and he cut me off with a raised hand.

“You are not foolish, most of the time. We know you can make decisions on your own. This was something you should have used your natural intelligence to decide appropriately.”

The fire in my legs didn't dim as the time was wearing on. It was throbbing more. I wanted to make this stop, but Christof wasn't done.

I stared blankly at him and he sighed. In a gentle gesture he brushed the hair off my sweaty face.

“Tell me, did you think we would want you to tell the other slaves the things you know? Did you try to hide this knowledge from the Keepers? I think you must have. Answer me, now."

I flushed and sputtered. Christof stood calmly, watching me. His brilliant eyes fixed on my face, waiting for a response.

“No, Master Christof, I didn't think you would want me to tell this to the slaves, I hid it from the Keepers," I finally answered.

He looked satisfied and started to step back. I knew him leaving meant Damien and that wicked device were coming. In a desperate attempt I begged one Last time. No one had ever specifically told me not to talk, I argued.

“We told you at the cabin," Evan interjected, “that if our arrangement was discovered you may be sold. You went against our express orders at that point to tell your friends."

I sagged against the bench and closed my eyes. That killed my argument. Evan told me it wasn't time to sleep yet.

Damien rose and I started to shiver as he came closer. I felt so very exposed in this position and I knew they weren't done yet. Watching him with wary eyes I saw his brow crease. He came to stand between my spread legs and gently stroked my hip. I flinched at the contact.

“Do you fear me?" he asked watching my face intently.

No, I didn't fear him. I knew he would not truly damage me. If the General was doling out this punishment, on the other hand, I felt there was a great deal to worry about. I'd rather have Damien do this and not anyone else.

“I fear the implement in your hands, Master Damien," I answered honestly.

That seemed to satisfy him. He told me there was little more control left to learn and then I could rest.

The first strike on my pussy Lips made me scream. The air was back over my mouth and I panted into the gag. My eyes clouded and I saw black for a moment. The pain was worse than I could have imagined.

"You do not need to count these," Damien informed me. "Only speak these words with each mark, I will not speak my family's secrets, do you understand me?"