OSO - Karen Ch. 05

"I'm sorry; I don't know why I did that..."

"Don't be sorry, they began to wonder why you did not fight more than that. You did well, but know we will have to pay for that..."

"How... How much time? I cramp... It's hurting."

"It is supposed to, it is a punishment. It is in your procedure. At this stage, the slave must not be hurt but for attempts of escaping or violence... I suppose up to this evening..."

"Is there something I can do, please Alex..." Alex smiled as her former mistress begged for her, she had a feeling of power over her former mistress she had forgotten long ago.

"You're supposed to be lesbian; I'll say that you're ok for a blowjob to be untied. Try not to be too good at the blowjob; I think it's better if they think you're a lesbian..."

"Thank you Alex."

"I'm not sure they will accept, but I'll try."

Karen throat was dry from having eaten biscuits only. She was thirty. She was also uneasy of the situation, she needed to complain about her situation to somebody, and the only one that was open to her was Alex. Alex had been through the same process. She knew it was her own procedure. Karen was ashamed she had promoted this. She was wondering if she did not deserve what was happening to her. At first when she agreed to be a slave trainee she thought about the orgasm addict phase, she would have several orgasms a day. But this phase has been removed from her training, and seeing how frustrated she was, it was the right decision. She would do anything for an orgasm. She would accept to be collared, but she knew what it meant, and what would be the training after she would be collared. She again began to cry on her fate.

It took half an hour before Philipp and Raphael came back. They were drawing a kind of wooden machine. Karen wondered what is was, but she was unable to look at it from her hogtied position. Then she heard the crack of a whip.

"This morning demonstration did not please us!" Philipp said.

"If you try again, you will taste what a whip can do," Raphael added.

"So I'll untie you, as you asked Alex, and you will be locked in this pillory." Philipp explained.

"Then you will suck both of us, but if we are unhappy we will make your ass red" is that clear, Slave!

"Yes, it is Master" cried Karen, which was wholly afraid by the sound of the whip, and thought the pillory would be more comfortable than the hogtie.

They untied her, and helped her to the pillory in which was locked in doggy style position. She was so horny that she hoped one of the men would take her from behind. It did not take long for both men to lock the wooden plank onto her head and wrists. Then Raphael took her ponytail in hands and yanked her head up. She shouted in surprise and pain. Then it was tied to the pillory so she could not lower her head, making her neck hurt.

"Please! It hurts my neck, I'll obey, I promise!" Karen said quickly.

She yielded as the whip stroke her ass.

"You're punished for trying to escape; you have nothing to ask, and you mustn't address us that way!" Raphael shouted.

"Say it again in the appropriate way for such a naughty slave like you!" Philipp added.

"Please Master; It hurts this slave's neck. This slave will obey, I.. This slave promises!" Karen corrected.

"Good" replied Philipp. Now repeat after me: "This slave is punished for trying to escape, It needs to be hurt to learn this lesson, please master give this another strike of whip."

Karen eyes opened wide as she understood what she was asked to do. She did not want to get another strike, but she feared what she would get if she did not asked. Her mind was confused.

"It's too long, you must obey quicker, you're not the naughty slut in her nice suits any longer, you're just a cunt for us to tame. You just earned a new stroke, SLAVE Karen!" Raphael said.

"Oh, no please... This slave is punished for trying to escape. It won't do it again, it will obey the Masters. It needs to learn this lesson, please master!"

"It is not exactly what I asked you to say, Philipp said. What do you prefer, trying again, or another strike?"

"I try again, please Master... Oh sorry Master This slave tries again, Master: This slave is punished for trying to escape, it needs to be hurt to learn this lesson, please Master, give this slave another strike of whip!" Karen sobbed.

"So you are at two whip strokes, Karen. Let me explain the rules of the game. You will suck each of us. If we feel your teeth, it will be ten strokes more. If we are unsatisfied, it will be one stroke more. And it will be a stroke for each drop of cum that will hit the floor. However, for each satisfied master that you would have made cum it will be one stroke spared" Philipp explained.

"You already have a nice red strip on your ass, it would be nicer with a few more, you know!" Raphael laughed.

Karen wondered if the guards were playing at version of good and bad cops. However, Philipp turned toward her and opened his pant. "It is about to begin, she thought, I mustn't be too good said Alex, but good enough to avoid whip strikes if it is possible." It was a while since she saw a real man's cock and now it was just in front of her. Philipp was hard, and its cock head was near her mouth. She noticed it excited her to see and smell that sex just in front of her. She saw Raphael was next to them.

"Look at what you're up to do Karen. Philipp said. I want you to show me you can do it on your own."

Karen opened her mouth and touched the head with her tongue. It reminded her, a man's taste. The musk flavour entered her noose. She tried to squeeze her legs, but the pillory did not allow her to do it. She began to lick as the cock was too far for more. Philipp seemed satisfied with her beginning as she felt the cock coming nearer and nearer from her. It allowed her to move her tongue on the head.

"Hum, that's good Karen. Use to thumb up for me to enter your mouth." Philipp explained.

Karen was surprised at first, but he said he wanted her to show what she can do, she used her thumb up and Philipp's cock came into her mouth, she tried to move her head, but the ponytail attached to the pillory board prevented it. He took it in his hand, she was afraid, but he untied it, and she was able to turn her head around the cock's head. She used a thumb down, and was surprised as Philipp went back. The master was obeying the slave. From her position, she was unable to see his face, but continued her trick, making him come forward inside her month, then out, slowly then quicker and quicker.

"Hum, tu es une bonne salope!"

Karen wondered what he meant but took it as a good thing from the sound of his voice. She made a mental note to ask Alex. Philipp began to move on its own, as Karen was unable to move as quick as he did, but she kept her lips and tongue on the cock. Then the prick erupted in Karen's mouth to her surprise. She never let a boyfriend cum inside her mouth because she found it disgusting, and disgusting it was, but she swallowed the best she could, hoping to avoid any whip stroke. Then she opened her mouth and Philipp began to remove its cock.

"Normally you should have licked it clean, Karen, but I'm satisfied for today as it's only your second day. You're spared one whip stroke."

Karen was relieved that Philipp was satisfied, but unhappy with the cum taste in her mouth, but she thought she might be used to it soon, and the whip would be worse than the taste. She looked again at the guards. Philipp was having its pants on again. It would be Raphael's turn.

Alex was in what she considered as her classroom with Melissa at that time. The black girl was wearing ankles cuffs and was kneeling in font of one of the dildos that Alex had affixed to the wall.

"What I fear more, it the taste and odour, Alex, the fearful Melissa said, and what if they push too far in my throat?"

"We still have some time to have you used to real thing, laughed Alex. To avoid them to push their cock to deep throat you, you have to please them, show them you want it, and that your tongue is willing."

"I'm not sure I want to do it, Alex!" begged Melissa.

"The purpose of this is to give you the training you need to appreciate it, or at least to accept it."

"I'm not sure..." the unconvinced black girl replied.

"Were you sure you would like being spanked?" Alex joked.

"Err... Saying I liked it seems an exaggeration..." immediately said Melissa.

"You should have seen your smiling tearful face just after it!" Alex laughed.

"Oh Alex" she blushed.

"So you can work so they won't want to deep throat you, but no matter what you do, one of them will do it, so we will train you to deal with it." Alex said and began to teach Melissa.

These precious advices would have been useful for Karen, who was making odds sounds as Raphael's long cock was closing her throat. She was both suffering for the gag reflex and the lack of oxygen as the vicious guard was holding her hair in his hand and hard fucking her mouth. As her head was in his hands and she was locked in the pillory there was nothing she could do. She tried to look at Philipp but she couldn't find him with her tearful eyes. She coughed when he removed his cock as her lungs were burning, and just when she opened her eyes she just saw the cum erupting onto her face.

"You didn't make me cum, slut, I had to do it myself, so no stroke spared, laughed Raphael. And let's count the drops on the floor..."

"Oh please not the whip master begged Karen as she looked below her at the number of cum drops that were flowing from her face."

"Karen, if you ask for the whip properly and count the stroke I use the whip and make it to ten strokes, otherwise, I let Raphael do its count." Philipp proposed.

Karen did not want the whip, she felt it was unfair, she did her best, but Raphael didn't let her a chance. So she angrily decided to submit to Philipp proposal even if she found it wrongful.

"Please, Master Philip, Whip this slave for ten strokes!"

"Hum! That's not complete slave, why must I whip you?"

"Because, I... had been unable to swallow Master Raphael's cum, Master!"

"Not I so it's one stroke more... But it's ok for me. You will count the strokes, thank me for correcting you and ask for one more." Philip explained.

Philipp moved behind Karen, she was so nervous. She find it perverted to have to thank him for beating her, but she remind she recommended it in her procedure to mingle the sub mind and making it think he asked for the punishment, wasn't it what she just has done?

The first stroke hit her by surprise. It hit her below her ass and the whip almost licked her pussy she felt it burning the join between her cheeks and thigh and just make her hot, so hot.

"Ouch! One! Thank you master, may I have another one!" She yielded between her sobs.

"Not I, this slave... If you make this error again it will be one more." Philipp said seriously.

'Oh, my god, no' thought Karen, but she was interrupted by the next stroke.

"Ouch! That Hurts! ... Two! Thank you master, may this slave have another one!"

Karen was surprised she was able to do it; she did it yielding in the momentum of her pain yield.

The following strokes were a few centimetres above the preceding one and Karen imagined how her ass would look like when Philipp would have finish with her.

By the eighth stroke, her voice was harsh and the sobs of crying from the pain were making her counting difficult to hear but Philipp did mean to care and continued on.

Suddenly, Philipp seemed to stop stroking her. Karen mind was somewhere else in the routine of the punishment, as if she was a spectator of her own punishment but his question awaked her.

"You really want another one Karen?"

"Err Master?" she asked unable to understand why he had stopped.

"You already had eleven and you counted right, even if it was barely hearable at the end, so it is finished. But if you want a last one to finish the dozen I can do it!" Philipp laughed.

"Oh please master, no!" Karen begged.

"It seems you liked part of this punishment, slave Karen. Philipp said while moving his finger between Karen's vaginal lips. She had a moan of pleasure even if her pussy was a little sore. You're so wet. Too bad you're a lesbian, but do not hope, it is forbidden for you, not yet."

"Oh I need to, Master" Karen heard herself say.

"Have you been explained the collaring ceremony?"

Karen was about to explain it when she realized she was not supposed to know.

"No master."

"Slaves must have no other wish than becoming a better slave. When slave trainees accept they are to become slaves, they ask for being collared and to be trained to become a slave. A last wish is granted to them at that moment." Philipp explained. Raphael seemed unhappy at what Philipp was saying.

Karen looked at Philipp. At the right moment she thought, she was so needy, but she knew that the training after being collared included pain training... but she wasn't supposed to know.

"I... I don't want to become a slave, master, I want to be back at home, I never asked to be here!" Karen cried.

"Of course, you did not, but now you are, and you will make a beautiful salve. I'll ask Alex to rub some lotion on your ass. You'll stay in the pillory until tomorrow morning. It is the price to try to escape. Forget you older life or you would be miserable. The training is hard, most slave lives are better. The quicker you are trained the better it is for you. It is normal you try to fight it, but you are here to become a slave Karen, and you will be." Philipp instructed her.

Karen cried as Philipp left. She came here for an investigation, but as the time was going on, she wondered how far she had be tricked by Franck and Jim. Perhaps Alex tricked her also.

"Come on, Come on Karen" Alex said. Karen did not know when she arrived but was relieved to see her.

"Alex, will I become a slave?"

"You came here to fight the procedure, Karen. And the procedure fights hard" Alex laughed pressing on Karen baldest welt.

"Ouch, It hurts, does I bled? How badly he hurt me?" she begged.

"Not too far, he did not strike too much, the welts are nice and well done, horizontal about one every inch, but that one, which is severe." Alex detailed.

"Humm... This one's Raphael's..."

"I would have guessed... How many did you get" Alex asked.

"Err... eleven and I had to count them on" cried Karen

"Humm well, Philipp was proud of you, he has applied the stroke just powerful enough to hurt you but light enough so could count them, and be successful at your punishment." Alex explained.

"You said a blowjob, you did not say more..." Karen protested.

"I did not know they would whip you, but you tried to escape... hum you're so wet it flows along your thighs" Alex remarked.

"Humm I know, I need so badly to cum... Philipp proposed me to get the necklace to be able to cum." Karen explained.

"So you're becoming a slave! It replies to your question" Alex laughed.

"Alex! I don't want to be slave. I want us to find the bad guard, and then come back home as if nothing has happened." cried Karen.

"I wish we could." Alex lied. She knew this would change their relationship forever.

"Really" Karen asked.

"I do, but Frank changed your folder, Karen. Don't fight the procedure, you will be hurt more than what you get today. Try to be a good slave and we will see later if we can go back to home." Alex said sincerely.

"You think I've been tricked." Karen begged.

"I think we've been both. There is bad guard, but somebody find it nice for you to be slave, and for me to be an available slave." Alex explained.

Alex gave some biscuits to Karen, and showed her how to place her head on the pillory to get some rest. Then she found John in her own room.

"John, can you tell me how you became a guard."

"I'll tell you while I tie you onto your bed, if you want..."

"Oh yes, John, tie me... and fuck my ass, this ball and dildo are terrible..."

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