Wimp Family's Training

                               Wimp Family's Training - Chapter 03                                    

       Upstairs Damon had shown Darla around until they were in his bedroom , a large room dominated by a huge bed covered with what appeared to be animal skins and a massive cabinet whose contents were a mystery to her. He ordered her to strip and stretch out on the bed with her arms and legs spread wide. Darla complied, relieved that in the face-up position her welted bottom was sheltered from more of the cane, or so she thought. She watched as he walked around the bed fastening her wrists and ankles to manacles that were cleverly hidden among the pillows and throw blankets decorating this enormous sleeping area.

       "This room is soundproofed so you can scream your head off if that makes you happy. Sometimes I had to wear earplugs when my dear wife was at her peak. Now there was a woman who was capable of taking punishment, and always able to come back for more as soon as she healed from whatever terrible wounds were inflicted upon her. That turned out to be her downfall."

       "I lent her to some very sadistic acquaintances for only a weekend, but something went horribly wrong and she died from asphyxiation on early Sunday morning when only the most dedicated of the group was awake and working on her bare body. It seems one of them with a rather gargantuan sex organ had been frustrated repeatedly by her ability to take his huge member deep into her gullet and milk it with her throat muscles, despite his best efforts to resist her wiles. He considered this to be a weakness and was bound and determined to overcome her before the weekend was concluded."

       "The others had gotten so wrapped up in what they were doing, namely flaying her underarms, that they ignored her struggles to reject the thick slab of meat that had totally blocked her air passages. By the time one of them realized what had happened, her  face had turned a pale blue, her lips were black, and her bulging eyes were wide but not focused, all due to the lack of oxygen. Attempts at reviving my wife were unsuccessful and it took a hefty sum of money to make sure that her death was listed as from an embolism. I was distraught, but what was there to do but accept the fates, which I did until I finally decided that you would be her replacement despite the weaklings you birthed and raised."

       A brisk knocking at the door interrupted Damon's story. He knew it must be Walter, returning from  putting Darla's children in their room in the basement, leaving them for nature to take its course. His servant entered and grinned wolfishly at the spreadout, naked body of Darla Warren ready for anything that crossed his employer's fertile imagination. He had spent many happy and productive years assisting Damon as he trained his twin daughters to meet his exacting standards.

       Those were very happy days and he got some of the best pussy he ever had in his entire life. You talk about perks, for him that was the ultimate. Now he was hoping that the arrival of these two wimps would give him another opportunity to vent his lusts as well as his hatred of the children of the upper class who didn't deserve what they had, and in most cases didn't even know there was a world outside that was alien to their wealth and life style. Those two weaklings down in the basement were a perfect example of what occasionally made him crazy and very dangerous to be around.

       Damon reached down and grabbed one of Darla's tits, squeezing it hard and watching her face contort from the pain she was experiencing. He looked over to Walter and asked if he was game for a little fun with his new slave. Walter grinned and nodded.

       "Think you can plug her throat and stop her from breathing after I get my dick into that twat, which always seems to be moist? This one needs plenty of cock to keep her on the straight and narrow, not to mention the tawse, the riding crop, the knout, flogger, switches, rubber truncheon, and my personal favorite the cane. I gave her a little taste of the cane last evening and she reacted rather poorly, which explains the lump on her forehead. If she survives your dick stretching her neck out of shape, then you can watch me add some fresh welts to the couple I put on her bottom last night at the motel."

       Upon hearing these words, Darla began a frantic attempt to break free of the manacles holding her helpless. Damon slapped her other tit with a vicious blow and shouted for her to "Be still!" Unfortunately Darla had lost control of things and was focused totally on preventing Damon's plan to suffocate her. Her master was now infuriated at her behavior and responded by grabbing her throat with one hand, leaving fingerprints on Darla's neck when he released her. In that period of time Walter had removed his trousers, revealing a huge cock which he was stroking to get even bigger and harder. Darla's eyes nearly popped from her head when  she saw the size of the thing that he wanted to thrust down her gullet. It would rupture her throat and she'd

bleed to death, of that she was certain.

       Walter straddled her chest, his knees touching her big tits, and used the tips of his fingers to massage the hinges of her jaw. "Any struggling will only give you a very sore throat when I'm  finished. Relax and enjoy the massage your getting right now. You'll soon discover that your jaw can open a lot more than you thought and your throat can accommodate even my black phython for a time. Let's face it, you have to trust your master as well as his humble servant in this endeavor." Even as he spoke his fingers kept up the circular motion and Darla did begin to feel more relaxed.

       The next thing she felt was Damon's hard cock burrowing like a snake into her rapidly lubricating fuck tunnel which had not had any traffic in almost half a year. She welcomed the invader and almost forgot  what Walter was about to do to her. He tapped her cheeks, a signal for Darla to open her mouth and begin accepting his huge cock. It was as he described, not too painful but very filling as inch by inch that black python filled her mouth and began its journey down into her throat. Meanwhile Damon was fucking her very slowly, moving carefully to get properly positioned for what would occur when his servant's dick blocked her air passage and she reacted.

       Walter took his time preparing Darla for the big event. Damon always marveled at the black man's ability to calm women as he did the most terrible things imaginable to them. That even extended to Angela and Hecate, who suffered greatly under his iron hand and steel cock during their training. Her gagging brought him back to reality, Walter had reached her limit and was now attempting to make his cudgel go just a little bit further to seal off her lungs from any source of air.

       Suddenly her cunt clamped down on his prick, surprising him with its power. Then the first set of contractions rippled through her cunt, massaging his cock in a way no masseuse could ever duplicate. He could hear her muted gagging and gasping in the background but his mind was almost totally focused on the sensations being produced in his cock by one spasm after another as she came closer and closer to suffocation. Walter owned her body and held Darla's life in the balance. She was losing strength which automatically reduced her tension and fear. Another set of contractions rolled down the length of her birth canal and took him with them, bringing forth an enormous outpouring of his pent up cum that had been churning away in his swollen testicles.

       It had been a close call for this latest member of his family, but she came back to consciousness quickly. Darla was still in a fog, and they took advantage of it to change her position so that she was now on her stomach, still spread eagled and very vulnerable. Damon went to the large cabinet and removed a three foot length of rattan with a leather wrapped handle. He made a few trial cuts in the air, producing that dreaded whistling sound. Darla reacted violently, straining against the manacles that held her body to the bed. Without warning he brought the cane down, barely missing her sodden gash that peeked from between her spread thighs. She screamed in terror even though he had deliberately missed striking her.

       "You can bang your head into the bedding for as long as you want or can, but there is no way you'll escape as you did last evening. I believe we were at two with eighteen to go." She began sobbing and begging, telling Damon she would do anything, anything, if only he wouldn't cane her. He brought it down again to silence her for a moment.

       "Don't be impolite, it annoys me. Until you so foolishly knocked yourself senseless, which I take responsibility for allowing to happen, you were due for twenty of the best. My error in judgment leaves me no alternative than to reduce the twenty to ten. Any more struggling, screaming, sobbing or begging and your misbehavior will reverse the penalty I gave myself and restore the original twenty. What say you to this?"

       Darla did her best to stifle her sobs, choking and coughing from that effort. Damon waited for her to become calm and then he let her have the first of the eight, directly down between her welted ass cheeks into that sensitive crevice. She tried to rise into the air and the piercing sceam she uttered reverberated throughout the room despite the drapery and other wall adornments that muted most sounds. Walter grinned and gave Damon the thumbs up sign.

       His master nodded and proceeded to land another cut just a fraction of an inch below the juncture between her peebled cheeks and thighs. She was silent for a brief moment and then another bellow of agony broke the stillness. He waited for her to regain her composure before giving her two across the cheeks, adding to the welts already put into the same area last evening.

       "You're at the midpoint my dear, shall we take a break and let what 's happened sink into your consciousness as well as your body?" As he spoke he ran the tip of the cane across her lower back and down to that puckered starfish guarding her rectum, bringing a muffled sob from his victim. Darla broke down and cried like a child when he moved the tip across the backs of her thighs, tapping as he went. He had succeeded in his objective, breaking her resistance and making the badly frightened woman realize that she was totally at his mercy. No one would come to her aid, for who even knew where she was, let alone cared enough to even inquire?

       Without any warning Damon brought the cane down across the very top of her plump bottom, making Darla feel as if a line of fire had burst out in that area. She had no time to catch her breath as a second blow fell over the mushrooming flesh from the first. Darla arched her body as much as her bonds allowed and tried to scream down the very walls of this room that had turned into a torture chamber for her. She was reduced to a gibbering lump of flesh, her mind having failed her.

       Damon allowed her time to ride out the storm before finishing the brutal caning. His last two cut open the flesh covering the backs of her knee, almost severing the tendons in that sensitive area. He bowed in the direction of his servant who appeared to be clapping his hands, but no sound emerged. As for Darla she was blubbering and trembling from the residual pain that still seemed to be coursing through every portion of her body that had tasted the cane.

       "Walter, I think my newest family member has had enough for today. Give her a cold  shower, then put her to bed in the spare room you prepared for her and make sure she's properly restrained. We don't want her walking around in the dark and hurting herself, do we? No pillow and absolutely no covers tonight.That way while she's shivering, my new slave can be thinking about all the things she did incorrectly in the past twenty-four hours."

       "Afterwards meet me in the sitting room downstairs so you can give me your impression of her two weaklings and make your recommendations for the training they will need. As you well know, on the morrow I'll be accompanying Mrs. Warren to the Institute and staying with her for the week as she is tested, then prepared for her rehabilitation. In my absence you are in charge to a degree. Let my twin daughters have their heads and involve them in whatever you see fit to do to our two new family members. Above all try not to get any of the females, my own included, pregnant."

                               ( To be continued - rolf palsy )