Chapter 1 - The Chamber

„Take a good look, Slave!“ Her Master ordered, opening the massive wooden door and pushing her into the room behind it, the sound of muffled moans and whining in her ears.
In front of her were three elves, all slaves by the branding on their bodies, in various kinds of positions, none of which were really comfortable.
Her Master's voice murmured in her ear, almost like a purr. „See that? This is what happens to Slaves that displease their master or mistress... they get send to me – to see if they can be retrained.
He pointed to the red-head in the middle, a curvy, fabulous creature with big, swinging breasts, who was chained to a pillar, impaled on a wooden phallus, embedded in her dripping pussy. 
She couldn't make put if the elf was moaning with pleasure or pain. 
„That one tried to run away. Again. Though I'm not sure if she does it on purpose, only to get this kind of treatment... she seems to like it.“ His voice sounded amused, as he almost lovingly slapped the slave's ass, then taking out another of the the enormous wooden phalluses, and pushed it without warning into the red ones tight anus, stretching it wide and making her groan behind her gag, and fastened it to the wooden pillar, together with the other one in her pussy.
Somehow, seeing how the red one's tight hole stretched around the phallus, made her feeling strangely warm and her tighs twitched.
„Now this one is a totally different matter.“ Her master had turned to the black haired beauty who regarded him with a cold look, which changed to a grimace of pain, when he tightened the bindings on her breasts, and then hanging another weight on her already stretched nether lips.
„This one hurt her Mistress, biting her – and making a bloody mess.“  He pushed the slave further onto the wooden pillar she sat on, so she could see it stretching the slaves belly. A muffled scream of the slave was his pay.
„ Listen closely, my dear – any Slave who hurts their master gets killed – and there are some nasty deaths I can think of, I assure you!. I'm still discussing with her Mistress the way of killing her. I prefer a public death by piling through Pussy and Anus, but her Mistress is in favor of giving her to her guards and let her be raped to death. In the meantime she can enjoy the usual punishment.“ He tugged at the blackhaired one's breasts and the unhealed piercings therein, making the slave whine.
Then he turned to her, a cruel smirk on his handsome features. „I see you squirming, My dear. Having fun seeing these poor creatures hanging here?“
She swallowed and wanted to shake her head, but the truth was, it aroused her terribly, and her pussy had begun to moisten visibly.
„Yes, master.“ 
Her master grinned, a light of satisfaction in his red eyes „Good. Finally I found a suitable slave... what do you say... want a go at this?“
He gestured to the third slave, a male, who glowered at them. He was heavily muscled, and his silvery hair betrayed him as a member of the defeated kingdom. He was kneeling, trying to shield his privates from view, but there was no chance of hiding his enormous phallus.
Her master held out a black whip to her, smiling. „He was sent to me because his master couldn't break him in, he's too strong willed, he said. And well, normal methods won't work here, but you can excercise your whipping on him.“
Her Master watched her like a cat, as she took the whip from him, nervously looking at the male slave, whose green eyes bored into her soul. 
Suddenly, she felt the urge to make him look afraid, to take his pride,  to fear her – she will show him! 
Her first few swings were no more than tickling him, but with some guidance from her master, the cat soon bit into the slave's flesh, first reddening, than breaking the skin, until the blood ran down his back. But the slave did not moan, scream or acklowledge her presence, which made her hit him even harder.
Finally her master stopped her arm and smiled at her.
„That will be enough for today, my dear. Any more, and he'll faint. But we want him to be concious for the next steps, right?“
Stepping behind the fast panting slave, he grabbed his balls, kneading them thoughtfully.
She could see the slave stiffen, but he made no move at all.
Her master looked at her „Such a shame is it? But it seems there's no help for it. Maybe after we castrate him he'll be more docile.... But no use for breeding anymore, Such a pity.“
The Slave began to tremble, and looked over his shoulder, his eyes terrified.
Her master let go of the slave's balls then, grinning at him. „Don't worry, you'll keep your balls – today. I have to ask permission from your master first. But I think he'll agree... so enjoy your whole-ness while you can.“
He came to her, laying a arm round her hip. „We've much to do, my dear, If you want to be a fully trained slave, that is of use to me...“
He fondled her breasts, let it slide down her body, stroking her hot and wet sex, making her shiver with need.
„ So tell me... Do you want to help me train and punish unruly Slaves, or do you want back to the breeding pen?“ His dark red gaze saw into her soul and made her tremble.
 This is so wrong... but I want to do it! She thought and raised the whip with both her hands. 
„Do I get to keep the whip... Master?“