Continues from Slave Tales: The Hunt (XII)
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I’d submitted to the “Kiss of the Cane” before, as a novice at the slave seminary in Thanasius. It’s a brutal test of devotion in which the slave is obliged to turn herself into an object – entirely passive – as proof of her submission.
The slave is restrained between two posts and a Confessor stands in front and watches as she is repeatedly caned. The slave must refrain from begging, crying or showing any emotion at all.
During the ordeal, at a moment decided by the Confessor, the slave must offer a kiss of gratitude. The kiss must be honest and pure. If the Confessor is satisfied and considers the kiss to have shown “proof” of devotion then the slave is blessed and is allowed to continue about her duties. If not, her daily training becomes harsher until she is tested once more and deemed “ready to serve.”
While the guards were tying my arms and legs to the posts, the Tormentrix studied me for any signs of disobedience. Even a direct look could be counted as insubordination and so I kept my eyes permanently lowered.
She said to the guards, “You know if she really is a seminary slave, she’ll be very valuable to us.”
“Yes. A hot property.” They sniggered. “In more senses than one”
“Does the Captain know?”
“I don’t think so.”
The guard who’d tried to use me by the river said, “We only know that she’s to be warmed up by you and then shared out among all of us. That other one,” he pointed at Meli, “has been promised to the Giant.”
“The Giant? Gods, there’ll be nothing left of her by morning.”
When they’d finished and tested the knots she said to the other guard, “Go and tell the Captain. If the runaway is to be sold at auction he might want her unmarked. Be quick. I will be needing you here.”
He left and she returned her attention to me.
“So,” she was smiling, she was playing with me and she loved it, “The kiss of the cane eh? Six of the best to start with, yes?” Her tone was taunting. There was more than a hint of malice in it too. “But maybe a few more if I feel like it too eh? We’ll see. I want you hot enough for me after all. And then when your ass is burning red and you think you just can’t take it for a single second longer, you’ll surrender totally and give yourself to me with an adoring and wonderfully passionate kiss from those luscious rosy red lips of yours.”
She grinned at me and tapped at my nipples with the riding crop.
“A whipping is always a good way for slave and Mistress to get to know each other isn’t it?”
She walked behind me and started to stroke my ass. She slowly ran her fingertips all over my buttocks, as if judging the texture of a piece of fabric she was going to have made into an expensive gown.
“Such velvety softness. Nicely fashioned. Shapely and a little plump.”
She patted my buttock. “Just the way I like it.”
She gave it a sharp pinch. “You have an ass that just screams Spank me! Spank me! Did you know that?”
“Thank you Mistress. May it please the Mistress.”
She said nothing and continued examining me.
Then she started to spank me, each slap a little harder than the last. She seemed to be listening to the sound of her hand as it struck my flesh. It appeared to fascinate her and she spanked me repeatedly until I felt a warm glow starting to spread across my buttocks.
Finally she said, quite idly, as if she’d just remembered I existed, “Hmmm… Oh Yes. It pleases me very much.”
She turned and looked around at the growing number of spectators, “I think it pleases all of us, doesn’t it?”
There was laughter and I heard whoops of approval from all around me. More hunters were arriving from the campfire. Word had obviously got around that the Tormentrix had already started playing with me.
To my left, in their cages, the slave girls cowered fearful of what they were witnessing. I couldn’t see Meli but I hoped she was safe. The three male slaves chained at the post were still on their knees but I could see them staring at me. Their hard muscular torsos shone magnificently in the moonlight and it was obvious that, despite their chains, they too were enjoying the show. Their raised naked cocks were hard and straight – a sign of tribute if ever there was one.
Suddenly my sex quivered in anticipation. I felt so alive. I could feel the blood roaring through me. I tugged on the restraints. Escape was impossible. In fact I couldn’t move at all. My arms and legs were bound tight and fully stretched between the two posts. My sex, exposed and open, was entirely at their mercy. I was trapped, naked and utterly defenseless. I felt afraid yes but but I also adored being the focus of their savage brutish lust. The air was thick with it and it circled me like a hungry wild cat stalking its prey. It was watching me now. Waiting for me. Waiting for a mistake or a sign of weakness.
And then it would pounce.