#01 - "What bad girls deserve?!"

"One bad girl, reporting for punishment!"

Yana couldn't hide her grin. She knew that being cocky was only going to get her into even more trouble, but she was hard pressed to see that as a negative.

"You seem awfully happy about it. Almost as if you misbehaved just to get a date with me." While Amalia was just as naked as Yana, everything about her, from her self-assured pose to the way she looked at Yana made it unmistakably clear who was higher up in the hierarchy.

"What if I did? I'm always up for some kinky one-on-one with someone this sexy."

Truth be told, Yana had misbehaved very much on purpose. Not with the intention to be sent to Amalia specifically, though that was a nice bonus. No, there just hadn't been going on much in the mansion lately, so Yana had decided to spice things up a little. Quite literally so. During her latest kitchen duty she might've let her hand slip when adding the chili powder. There was no way she would've gotten away with this stunt, of course, but the sight of all her fellow slaves sweating and frantically scrambling to get something to drink, it had been well worth whatever punishment she'd earned herself.

"I should tell you that flattery will not make me go any easier on you. Just the opposite, really."

Yana kept grinning. It was hard to feel threatened by Amalia. Despite her air of authority, there was an undeniable cuteness to her. She looked the kind who'd kiss you rather than bite you. And yet this adorable face allegedly hid a fiendishly sadistic mind.

"Are you well rested?" Amalia asked.

"Rested and ready for action." An exited tingle went through Yana's body as she remembered what the other slaves had told her. "Is it true that you're gonna pinch my nipples all night?"

"I wouldn't say pinch. Just play with them."

Yana knew that if her punishment was going to be only a harmless bit of sensation play, they wouldn't have given her the entire afternoon and evening off to rest and gather her energy. But still, now that she was here, brimming with energy, she hoped that the punishment wouldn't go to waste on her. Compared to most other slaves, Yana's nipples were pretty boring, far too unresponsive to have much fun with them. Sure, she wasn't gonna complain that a hottie wanted to fondle her breasts, but she felt there were better ways to teach her what a bad girl she'd been. Like a juicy over-the-knee spanking for example.

Amalia led her to something like a leather chairs with two long extensions going diagonally up from the seat. Yana had gotten to know this kind of contraption quite intimately. Once you sat down and had your legs strapped to these extensions, they were spread wide open with no way for you to close them. The top of the backrest sported two cuffs to fix your wrists over your head. Compared to most other bondage devices, these were comfortable to a fault. In a way that was what made them so fearsome. Since there was no safety concern with having a slave strapped in for pretty much as long as you felt like, they were usually used for sessions that wouldn't be over quickly. And even the most comfortable bondage in the world didn't help much when you were forced to present all your sensitive private parts and had no way to protect them from whatever abuse they were made to suffer.

"Take a seat."

It sounded more like a genuine invitation than an order, but Yana still knew better than to refuse. She sat down and soon her legs and wrists were inescapably fixed to the chair. It made her feel deliciously exposed. Hopefully Amalia would find time during her nipple play to give her pussy some tough love, too. The anticipation of being at Amalia's mercy had gotten her pretty hot already.

Amalia let a shiny red ball gag tangle over Yana's face. "Remember: The safe word is three hums in regular intervals."

"Isn't it always when you're gagged?" Yana asked, slightly confused. These reminders were usually only for the newer slaves. Once you'd been to the mansion for some time you knew all the safety protocols by heart and there was no need to interrupt play time for a reminder.

"It is. I'm just telling you because you're going to need it." Amalia smiled deviously. "In fact, so far every girl I've punished like this has safeworded at some point."

Yana's stomach clenched. The others had told her that Amalia's punishments were intense, but not that they were literally unbearable. Then again, if there was someone who could make it through some nipple torture, she'd be a prime candidate for the position. And knowing that Amalia had a record of breaking slaves made it all that more exiting to be helplessly bound before her. "Guess I'll have to be the first then."

Amalia giggled. "Maybe. I wouldn't get my hopes up, though. Mistress is so sure you'll fail, she's already issued a backup punishment."

Yana tried to play it cool, but she couldn't stop her voice from shaking a bit when she asked "So... what happens if I safeword?"

Amalia caressed Yana's cheek with the hand that wasn't holding the ball gag. "Well, first of all, I'll release you and cuddle you until you feel better, of course. And then, in the morning, you'll go to Mistress and she'll give you two options. You can either have your nipples clamped for half an hour or get a CBC"

"What? Why would I ever choose a CBC? That's, like, a million times worse."

"Let's see how you feel about that once I'm done with you."

Yana didn't argue against her, but she very much doubted that anything could make this choice even remotely equal. A CBC was one of the most excruciating punishments you could earn at the mansion. It was short for "complete backside caning", which summed it up well enough: Mistress (this punishment was always carried out by Mistress personally) would take a cane and get to work on your backside. On all of it. And she wouldn't stop until every square centimeter was beaten raw.

It hadn't even been two weeks after Yana had moved into the mansion as a slave that she'd got to witness this spectacle first hand. Not as the punished one, but close enough. A CBC was so intense, that the victim was allowed to pick another slave to serve as a so called cuddle toy to stay with her and care for her until she'd fully recovered. And at the time, a slave called Lyvia had asked Yana to be her cuddle toy.

In all her life, Yana had never seen a woman as resistant to pain as Lyvia. She was the type to take a tit whipping without even flinching. She was the one who'd once sat down in a patch of nettles and then stuck her tongue out to an overseer just because she'd wanted to see what it felt like to get spanked on a blistered ass. There was no shortage of pain sluts in the mansion, but no one could hold a candle to Lyvia. Unless it was to drip hot wax onto her, of course.

Yana vividly remembered how Lyvia had been almost high from excitement. They shackled her wrists and fixed them to a beam in front of her, but that was the only bondage involved. Slaves were supposed to hold their posture on their own when they were beaten. Mistress took out the special cane she reserved for this very occasion: A shiny rod, maybe a tad thicker than usual, made from hard, yet sufficiently flexible wood. It had a padded grip, so the wielder wouldn't risk any blisters even when the session took longer.

"Get her ready, cuddle toy!"

It was the first time Mistress had addressed Yana directly, safe for the introductory conversations they'd had before she'd moved in. Yana got down on her knees in front of Lyvia. The smell hit her immediately. Even in her short time as a slave she'd learned the smell and taste of female arousal well enough to recognize Lyvia's state even without seeing her shaking legs or her glistening pussy lips. Lyvia was more than ready for her and Yana dug right in.

One of the job of the cuddle toy was to edge the punished slave with her mouth during the caning. When she'd first heard this, she'd assumed that this was to add yet another layer of agony to the ordeal. In reality it was a much needed act of mercy. Pain became far more bearable when in a state of heightened arousal, especially if one was already a masochist.

It took only a few licks over her tasty pussy to get Lyvia moaning. The anticipation alone had been enough to almost send her to the edge. Yana stopped licking for the moment to instead tease her with soft kisses on that swollen clit of hers, when Mistress landed the first strike.

The cane cut the air with a scarily loud swooshing sound and it hit Lyvia's shoulders with such a sharp crack, that Yana was sure it had broken the skin. Lyvia didn't make a sound, but the shock went through her body. Yana flinched in turn as Lyvia shook again. And again.

There was no break between the strikes, no opportunity for Lyvia to catch her breath or to steel herself for what was to come, just an endless shower of blows raining down on her upper back. She still managed to stay silent, but from the sound of her breaths it was clear that she was clenching her teeth with all her might. The pain got her sweating all over within minutes and the salty smell of her muscular body mixed deliciously with the heavy taste of her dripping pussy.

Yana quickly got all hot herself. Prompted by the deafening blows, her mind went back to her own first caning, on her second day as a slave. It had only been twenty strikes across her naked ass, but she'd screamed and cried and been sure that no human had ever been in this much pain. Her ass had stung and burned so badly afterwards, that she hadn't even dared to touch it, but at the same time she'd been horny like never before. The overseer, amused by her violent reactions, had jokingly offered to eat her out if she managed another twenty strikes. Yana's screams must've echoed through the entire mansion and for the next three days she couldn't sit down without tears shooting into her eyes, but she didn't regret taking the offer. She'd never felt so satisfied as that night when she lay in bed, her ass still searing with barely faded pain, the rest of her floating in the afterglow of the best sex she'd ever had and the ecstasy of the realization that this was her life now.

It was hard not to reach between her legs and rub one out to these memories, but Yana wanted to prove to Mistress that she could do a good job as a cuddle toy, which first and foremost meant putting the needs of others before her own. Also, Lyvia deserved her full attention. She was incredibly brave, taking this many strikes with barely a whimper. Yana knew that she'd never be able to do this. What she could do, though, was to keep teasing these glistening folds in front of her, hopefully making it more bearable for Lyvia by keeping her in a sexual frenzy where the distinction between pain and pleasure faded away.

The sound of wood kissing skin came closer, but so slowly that it was barely noticeable. Yana had known that a CBC took time, but that hadn't prepared her for how slowly the seconds dragged on when you were in the thick of it, doing nothing but kneeling and eating pussy while the cane never stopped its scary song. She couldn't even begin to imagine what it had to be like for Lyvia. That poor girl hadn't even gotten five seconds of break from the pain since the start. Her back must've been red and swollen all over already, but Mistress still brought the cane down on it with the same monotone rhythm that gnawed at your sanity just listening to it.

Suddenly the sound of the cane was a lot closer. Yana flinched and the first shriek escaped Lyvia's lips. She managed to cut it short, but from that moment on she didn't manage to steady her breath again. It took Yana a few seconds to realize what had happened. Mistress must've skipped the lower back, so she wouldn't risk any injuries to the kidneys and such, and moved on straight to Lyvia's ass.

It was unnerving having the cane so close to her face and Yana couldn't even really distract herself with her job. Usually she could get completely lost eating another woman out, but the endless teasing and torture had overloaded Lyvia to the point where even blowing on her clit might've been enough to make her explode. All Yana dared to do was gently lap at Lyvia's folds, collecting all the incessantly dripping juices with her tongue, while her own crotch tingled at the thought of what agony Lyvia's ass had to be in.

Those weren't the twenty strikes Yana had received. They'd passed even the forty she'd gotten all in all. And she'd had at least had some chance to compose herself between strikes. Endless minutes dragged on during which Mistress abused Lyvia's firm ass without a sliver of mercy.

Lyvia had started sobbing and when Mistress moved her assault to the tender flesh where the cheeks met the thighs, something wet hit Yana's forehead. She looked up to see a steady flow of tears rolling down Lyvia's cheeks, collecting under her chin and finally dripping down on her.

"Please, don't stop," Lyvia whispered between sobs.

Yana immediately brought her lips back to Lyvia's twitching pussy. She even gave her clit a quick flick with her tongue to make up for the pause. Despite all the pain, that spike of pleasure forced a deep moan out of Lyvia's lungs.

The tears didn't stop as the cane moved down to torture Lyvia's upper thighs. Yana didn't mind. She knew how good crying could feel when it all got to much. If anything, she was grateful that Lyvia had chosen her as her cuddle toy. Before that, she'd been a bit afraid of Lyvia. Or rather, of the standards she set as a slave and a pain slut. Standards that Yana would never be able to measure up against. Seeing her in this vulnerable state took some of that fear away. It was reassuring that not even Lyvia could keep up the strong act forever.

Yana's knees ached from kneeling on the hard floor for so long, but she wasn't going to complain when Lyvia suffered a million times more right in front of her. The punishment wasn't even over after Mistress had colored every last bit of Lyvia's thighs an angry red. Instead she bent down and caned the back of her calves with the same stoic cruelty. Yana cringed at the mere thought of getting beaten there.

Finally, after what felt like an hour of nothing but Lyvia suffering under the cane, Mistress stopped. She poked Yana's side with her foot. "Stand up!"

Yana obeyed and found herself face to face with a very distraught Lyvia. Her eyes were swollen and red, her hair stuck to her cheeks and her entire face shone with sweat and tears. Before Yana could offer any solace, though, Lyvia bent forwards and kissed her.

It was the wettest kiss Yana had ever experienced, but at the same time it was beautiful in how wild and earnest it was. Lyvia kissed her as if that was the only thing holding her together and Yana gladly offered herself. She would've hugged Lyvia as well, but touching Lyvia's backside couldn't be a good idea.

Mistress opened the cuffs and Lyvia all but fell against Yana. She slung her arms over Yana's shoulders, barely keeping herself steady enough to continue her onslaught of hungry kisses.

"Already getting along this nicely. I'm sure you'll make a great cuddle toy over the next couple of days."

Yana broke the kiss for a moment to say "Thank you, Mistress." It was hard to keep her voice steady with Lyvia sucking on her neck hard enough that it had to leave a bruise. That girl was completely high on pleasure and pain. "Mistress, am I allowed to make her orgasm?"

While slaves could do pretty much whatever they wanted with their sex drive most of the time, punishments were often followed with a chastity sentence to "give the slaves time to reflect on what they've done". However, Mistress' warm smile told Yana that Lyvia's punishment was over. "Of course you may. A cuddle toy's job is to selflessly provide whatever she needs of you."

Yana's loins tingled at the word "selflessly". She was all turned on herself, but it seemed like she'd have to funnel all that pent-up energy into giving rather than receiving. She wasn't going to complain, though. Lyvia had been incredibly brave. She deserved all the affection in the world. "I will. Thank you, Mistress."

The following week was one Yana would always remember fondly. Twice a day she'd carefully treat Lyvia's backside with a special cooling balm, but most of the time they'd spend in an endless loop of horny wholesomeness: Lyvia would lie on top of Yana, since that was the only cuddling position that didn't cause her too much pain. They'd talk for a while until they couldn't bear their proximity anymore and the talking turned to kissing. Inevitably the kissing would turn to more. And once Yana had helped Lyvia let off some steam, they'd go back to cuddling and talking.

For Yana it was the first time that she'd experienced this much sex without her own needs getting taken care off. Lyvia never offered to reciprocate and Yana never asked her too. She didn't want to be a selfless cuddle toy, especially when pretty much all movement was uncomfortable for Lyvia. To distract herself from the ache between her legs, she showed herself from her most irresistible side, provoking Lyvia to demand even more kisses and tongue action. The frustration got a lot sweeter when she could see, hear and taste how much pleasure she brought her friend.

She received her reward on the last day of their little vacation. Lyvia had healed completely and to thank Yana for her services, she sent her off with an entire evening's worth of spoiling her with as much sex as she could wish for. But as nice as that was, Yana wouldn't have minded not getting anything. To her, the time she'd shared with Lyvia was enough of a reward.

But all that didn't change the fact that a CBC, while unquestionably exciting, was a terrifying punishment and Yana doubted that she'd ever have the guts to choose it for herself. For the moment, though, she had another punishment to worry about and as long as she managed to endure it, that question would never even present itself.

"Are you comfortable?" Amalia asked. "If not, say it now. You'll be in this position for a long time."

Yana just nodded and opened her mouth like a good girl. The gag was small enough that it shouldn't put too much strain on her jaws and her position, while utterly immobilized and exposed, was pleasant enough that she would've even been able to sleep like this.

"Very good. Then relax and... enjoy." With a smirk Amalia grabbed Yana's breasts and got to work.

Yana did enjoy. Very much so, in fact. Amalia had strong, but pleasantly smooth fingers that were a delight to be fondled by. When Yana had first heard of her punishment, she'd imagined an endless series of painful pinches, but Amalia's touches were nothing but gentle. Gentle and titillating. For obvious reasons Yana had never gotten much out of nipple play, but she'd also never had sex with someone who could stroke her areolas this meticulously, who would trap her sweet buds between her fingers and knew how to apply just enough pressure to get her juices flowing while leaving her aching for more. If her nipples had been as sensitive as they were supposed to, she would've already been squirming.

Most likely that was supposed to be the punishment. Amalia would stimulate her all night with nothing but gentle breast play and make her desperate for some real sex. Yana saw how that could get agonizing in its own right, but it still seemed tame compared to some of the other punishments she'd endured. For example, it definitely didn't hold a candle to the time they'd edged her for an hour with a stiff-bristled brush. Even though she'd been allowed to finish herself afterwards, she hadn't dared touch her clit because it was so raw and hypersensitive. Instead she'd traded some cooling balm for a week in chastity and it had taken more than a day before she'd recovered enough to regret making that deal. Or the time they'd made her spread her butt cheeks and forbade her from clenching her asshole when they tickled it with a feather. That session had taught her the real meaning of willpower and she'd been trembling and half insane by the time they decided that she'd suffered enough.

Reminiscing about her past punishments only got her aroused even faster. Yana forced herself to think of something else. Since her mind refused to come up with any non-sexy thoughts and the room didn't have much going on, she focused on the only thing she could: Amalia.

Her tormentor was completely enthralled by her job. The tip of her tongue stuck between her lips while she rubbed her thumbs over Yana's nipples in slow, maddeningly uniform circles. While Amalia's breasts were pretty average in size and shape, she had remarkably big and dark nipples. The puffy areolas made them stand out even more. Maybe that was why Amalia liked playing with nipples so much. Her own ones constantly screamed at the world to be pinched, licked, bitten, used and abused in every possible way. If their roles were reversed, Yana wouldn't be this gentle. She'd grab those nips and twist them between her fingers until Amalia squirmed and squealed into her gag. Maybe after the punishment she should ask Amalia what she thought about a quick role reversal. That would be fun. And since apparently nobody else had made it through the punishment so far, Yana felt she'd deserve a little reward anyway.

Naturally this train of thought didn't exactly help her calm down either. Already the first few drops seeped out of her exposed pussy and tickled her skin as they trickled down between her butt cheeks. It also didn't help that Amalia carried on with no break at all. Sure, she'd switch up the nature of her touches from time to time, but Yana's breasts didn't go a single moment without her skillful caressing and the changes only made it harder to get used to the constant stimulation. But why fight something that felt this good, anyway? Yana closed her eyes and allowed herself to get lost in the pleasure, doing nothing but enjoying Yana's gentle fingers and sucking on her gag from time to time so she wouldn't drool too much.

Soon she drifted off to the point of almost falling asleep. Having her breasts fondled felt good, but in a very relaxing way. The constant touches did make her eager for real sex, but at the same time she was content to just keep floating and enjoying her horniness. This wasn't the sharp need of having your clit teased, or the sexy restlessness of having your pussy filled with a big, but unmoving plug. No, this was a much softer kind of lust, one that was a warm sizzle rather than a raging fire.

Maybe she'd dozed off for a bit after all. That was, until a strange sense of alarm shot through her body and pushed all dizziness aside. A dull throb festered in her breasts. It was similar to how it felt after an overly long nipple clamp session, only minus the pain. Yana opened her eyes to find Amalia doing nothing more than hold her nipples between thumb and index finger. She wasn't even pressing down, and still Yana could feel her heart beat pulsating in her nipples.

"Finally. I was starting to worry I'd never wear you down. But..." Amalia increased the pressure by the tiniest bit. It wasn't a pinch by a long shot, but the tension in Yana's breast immediately turned into a sharp ache and she groaned into her gag. "Seems like I got them all nice and sensitive."

Amalia thankfully released her grip. She leaned over Yana's face, her smile showing far too much teeth to be comfortable. "I'll tell you right now: You'll hate me for that next part. But don't worry, it's gonna be all the more fun for me."

Yana hoped that her eyes didn't give away her fear. Whatever Amalia was going to do, she looked far too into it. Her visible excitement made her all the more sexy, though. If not for the gag, Yana would've already shoved her tongue between Amalia's lips.

As if she'd read her mind, Amalia leaned in even closer, but stopped a moment before their lips touched. "Sing for me," she whispered and flicked Yana's nipple.

It wasn't exactly painful, but Amalia's treatment had left Yana's nipples uncomfortably hard and slightly irritated and a flick wasn't a nice kind of touch at the best of times. Yana's body twitched inadvertently and her jaws clenched around the gag. She tried to relax herself, only to get flicked again. And again. And again.

Amalia snipped her index fingers against Yana's nipples with the uncaring monotony of a metronome: left, right, left, right, left, right. She left about a second between each flick, just enough time to build up the dread for the next attack, but not enough for the pain to subside. Only that it wasn't really pain. Real pain would've been easier to bear. This was more like an itch that kept festering with each further flick.

Yana strained in vain against her hand cuffs. She needed to grasp her breasts, protect them, soothe them, do anything to stop this agony. Whenever she dared to look down she saw her rock-hard nipples slowly turning an angry red under Amalia's relentless assault. They burned and itched and had become too raw for anything to touch them, but that wasn't for Yana to decide. She was helpless to do anything but lie there and groan into her gag while Amalia kept tormenting these inflamed nubs.

It was infuriating. Even more so, since Yana knew that she could easily endure far worse things, and yet Amalia's flicks kept chipping away at her sanity. A whipping was a thousand times more painful, but in that moment Yana would've instantly chosen to let her back get absolutely destroyed if it meant that she didn't have to keep lying there while her nipples screamed out from irritation.

"It's getting to you, isn't it?"

Yana couldn't tell if Amalia was mocking her or not. She nodded in any case. It wasn't like she could hide it.

"No need to feel bad about it. It gets to everyone. Many of the other girls I've punished were begging by this point. Jasmine didn't even make it this far. You can be proud of how strong you are."

Yana didn't feel strong. Not while she was whimpering from something that was more of a horny teenager dare than something that looked like a real punishment by the standards of the mansion.

"Don't worry. I won't do it all night. That would be too cruel, even for me. But since you're holding on so well, I'd say another half an hour or so isn't that unreasonable, now is it? That should be about a thousand flicks each, if you feel like keeping count."

A thousand? Yana felt like she'd go insane if she suffered even ten more. Okay, that was an exaggeration, but still. Her nipples already itched like crazy and it could only get worse from there. She needed something, anything to take her mind off.

At first she tried counting, but quickly gave up again when she realized that this only lead to even more desperation. Counting something meant concentrating on it and if there was something she really shouldn't concentrate on, it was these infuriating twitches digging into her breasts with each flick. Also, it was disheartening to see how slowly the number grew bigger. Not knowing how long a torture session would last could be a terrible mind fuck, but sometimes it was still better than knowing for a fact that even after all your suffering, you were barely ten percent in.

Next she tried to get angry at Amalia for putting her through this. She dreamed up a revenge fantasy where it was Amalia who was bound to the chair and Yana chewing on her puffy nipples until she begged for mercy. It didn't feel right, though. Since her arrival at the mansion, Yana had become somewhat of a connoisseur for punishments. The reason she so often tested the limits with her bratty behavior was that she loved to have her own limits tested in return. If not for Amalia, Yana would've never learned how unbearable something as harmless as nipple flicks could become and she had to respect Amalia's wicked mind for it.

All respect aside, it was still fucking unbearable. Like Chinese water torture, only faster and concentrated on a much more sensitive spot. Yana was sure that her teeth would leave marks in the gag. She seriously considered safewording, but if she was completely honest with herself, she hadn't reached that point just yet.

With all other options exhausted, there was only one thing left: To fully surrender to her punishment. She'd been a bad girl and bad girls deserved to be punished. They didn't deserve any mercy. Bad girls deserved to suffer until they bawled their eyes out and swore that they'd better themselves.

These thoughts didn't make the punishment any easier to bear, but they did get her pussy tingling again. Yana only wished that Amalia would say these things out loud. Nothing spiced up a punishment more than a touch of humiliation. There was no need for Amalia to keep the moral high ground. She knew how much she was getting to Yana, why not rub it in? Why not ask her if she needed a break and, when she nodded, tell her that she wouldn't get one. And that her request had just earned her another hundred flicks. Oh, that's not fair? Well, if you wanted life to be fair, maybe you shouldn't have been bad. You made your choice and now you're mine and I just love to teach bad girls how much their behavior can hurt.

"Someone's getting excited," said the real Amalia.

Was it that obvious? Well, of course it was. Yana was gushingly wet. Even if Amalia hadn't noticed her twitching pussy, at this point there was no escaping the smell her arousal.

"Are you getting off on your punishment?"

Yana nodded. It wasn't the whole truth, but if Amalia believed it, maybe she'd switch to something else.

"What a naughty girl you are."

Yana moaned and not just because Amalia kept flicking her poor nipples. Go on, she thought. Tell me more about how naughty I am.

"Or are you just pretending to like it to trick me?"

Her first instinct was to shake her head, but a dangerous thought crossed Yana's mind. What if she was honest? Would Amalia keep flicking her even longer? Would she do something worse? Only one way to find out. Yana nodded.

"What do you mean? You say that, yes, you wanted to trick me?"

Amalia stopped her fingers and Yana let out a long, guttural groan. She hadn't realized how much her entire body had tensed up with each flick and now that she could finally relax, all her muscles felt sore. Even with the stimulation gone, though, her nipples kept itching terribly. They desperately needed some lotion and at least one or two day's break from being touched by anything.

"Come on, answer me: Were you trying to trick me?" Amalia had that grin again, the one that showed all of her teeth.

Cold sweat formed on Yana's forehead. If she nodded, Amalia would make her suffer dearly. But she'd been a bad girl. She deserved to suffer. Yana nodded.

"Thought so." Amalia dragged her nails over Yana's areolas. "Now, what should I do with you..."

She kept gently tickling Yana's breasts while she thought about that question. Or pretended to think about it to let Yana stew in her fear some more. "Your nipples look so hard and red. They must be crazy sensitive." Amalia bent down and slowly dragged her tongue over Yana's nipple.

Normally this would've barely gotten a reaction out of Yana, but now it made her squeal. Hot pleasure shot through her entire body, but at the same time her breast ached as if it had suddenly doubled in size.

"They're so sexy, I wanna eat them. Will you let me suck on them for a bit?"

Yana groaned. If a simple lick already ached this much, she'd die if Amalia brought out her real oral game. Not that she was in any position to refuse. It was cruel to make her agree to her own torture like that, but it wouldn't be a real punishment without a hefty dose of cruelty. Yana nodded.

"Thanks. I'll enjoy this so much." Amalia closed her lips around Yana's nipple and the screams started.

Even after everything else, Yana had still underestimated how sensitive her nipples had become under Amalia's abuse. It felt as if Amalia was tearing her nipple off with pliers that were lined with sand paper. And the sand paper was drenched in aphrodisiacs.

The gag did barely anything to muffle Yana's screams. Her eyes were wide open, but she didn't see anything, didn't hear anything. Sweat oozed from her every pore as she tried not to go insane. It was too much. She couldn't do it. She tried to breathe, but then Amalia's teeth scraped over her inflamed nipple and she couldn't suppress the next hoarse scream. Her lungs burned as much as her tits, but between the gag and the constant anguish she struggled in vain to fill them.

"Oh God, are you okay?"

Yana coughed. It took her a few moments to realize that she wasn't gagged anymore. She was still strapped to the chair, but now Amalia leaned over her, gag in hand with a worried look on her face.

"I... I think so..." Yana's body was all sore as if she'd overdone it at the gym and her breasts still ached like hell, but other than that she seemed to be fine.

"I think you passed out there for a second. We should stop it here. I got a bit too carried away."

Amalia reached for the cuffs. Yana's mind raced. She didn't want it to end like this. "Wait!"

"What's the matter?"

"I..." She might've been exhausted, but making herself say the words brought a fresh spark of energy. Especially in her loins. "I think I can handle a bit more punishment."

Amalia bit her lip. "I don't think that's safe. You're clearly past you limit."

"Yeah, I'll die if you suck me again. But, you know..." Yana summoned her best seductive smile. "If you just roll them between your fingers a tiny bit..." Her stomach clenched at the mere thought. She felt like she'd cry and beg if Amalia so much as blew on her nipples. Cry and beg like a bad girl who was really, really sorry for what she'd done. "You still want to play with me, don't you?"

"I do..." Amalia hesitated. It was cute to see her body language oscillate between worry and arousal. "Are you sure you can go on?"

"I'm sure."

Amalia traced her hands along Yana's sides. Her fingers barely made it into the vicinity of her breasts and yet it was enough to make Yana tense up again. "You can't take much more. You'll safeword in a couple of minutes anyway."

"I know."

"There's nothing for you to win here."

"I know." Yana's breaths came harder. She twitched when Amalia's hands brushed over the sides of her breasts.

"But you want to continue your suffering anyway?"

"Yes."

"And why's that?"

"Because I'm a bad girl and that's how bad girls should be treated."

"Is that so?" Amalia traced the outside of Yana's areolas with her fingertips. She didn't even use her nails, and it was still enough to make the devilish itch flare up again and force a whimper from Yana's lips. "You're the bravest girl I've ever punished."

That proud look on Amalia's face alone was worth any amount of suffering. "Do it," Yana moaned. "I've been bad. Make me regret it. Make me beg for forgiveness."

Amalia chuckled. "The bravest and the naughtiest one, it seems." Her thumbs and index finger came to rest around Yana's nipples, which sent Yana into a series of breathless groans. They both knew that at this point she didn't even need to apply any pressure to make them throb like under the jaws of alligator clamps.

"Oh fuck, I deserve it, I deserve it, I deserve iiii~" Yana clenched her teeth and pulled at her bonds with all her might. Amalia became blurry before her teary eyes.

"Yes, you do. A bad girl like you deserves this. And this." Amalia pinched down for just the fraction of a second, but that was enough to send a fresh pulse of anguish through Yana's abused nipples. If the walls hadn't been soundproof, her shriek would've woken up the entire mansion.

"Are you sorry for what you've done?"

"Yes," Yana whimpered. "I'm sorry. I'm sorry!"

"I can hear that." Amalia went back to idly teasing the sides of Yana's breasts. Yana's sight was too blurry to see Amalia's smile, but she could hear it in her voice when she asked "But are you sorry enough yet?"

Yana whimpered. She needed a break. Hell, even a break wouldn't be enough of a relief. Her nipples itched and burned as if she was wearing a bra filled with nettles. Just enduring that ache used up all of her mental energy. But it was so hot to suffer under Amalia, now that she finally showed her mean side. "I don't know," she whispered.

Amalia's gleeful giggle made Yana's stomach flutter. "You don't know? Guess we'll have to make sure you do know, then." Her fingers went back to Yana's nipples. "Remember: You brought this on yourself."

She knew exactly how much force she could use as she rolled Yana's nipples between her fingers, how to make her scream in agony while just barely keeping her in the realm of what she could handle.

"Fuck, I'm sorry, I'm sorry! Please, I swear, I'll be good, I... argh!" It became too much again. As much as she wanted to, there was no way her breasts could handle any more abuse. "I give up. Unicorn!"

At the sound of the safe word, Amalia immediately let go. The shock of all stimulation suddenly stopping made Yana scream again.

"Are you okay?"

Yana blinked a few times. It didn't help much. Only when Amalia carefully wiped the tears from her eyes did her vision return.

"As okay as I can be." Yana laughed hoarsely. "But do you have anything soothing? A numbing cream or something? My nipples are killing me."

"Afraid not. You'll have to bear it for the moment. Don't worry, it'll get better after a while."

"After how much of a while?"

"They should stop hurting after an hour or so. Gonna be real sore for the next couple of days, though. And I'm afraid falling asleep tonight will not gonna be easy for you."

An hour? Yana's nipples still burned as if someone was rubbing salt into them. She could handle a lot, but after that session she didn't really have the energy to deal with it anymore.

"One other thing," Amalia said as she opened the cuffs around Yana's wrists. "I know they itch like a bitch, but you really shouldn't touch them. They heal best if you leave them alone."

Yana groaned. Her hands were free again and she didn't trust her remaining willpower not to grasp her breasts. "You're just saying that because you like to see me suffer, don't you."

"No, I'm saying it because I care about your well-being." Amalia freed Yana's legs as well and helped her down into a comfortable sitting position. "But I have to admit, it was fun to see you suffer. You were great. I wished everyone showed this much initiative while being punished."

"I regret it already." Yana sat down on her hands to make sure she wouldn't unconsciously reach for her aching nipples.

Amalia gave her a quick kiss on the cheek. "Do you really, though?"

"Maybe I don't." Yana licked her lips, inviting Amalia to a real kiss, which she promptly got.

That alone would've been enough to make Yana's "initiative" worth it. While slaves could make out with each other all they wanted, a kiss from an overseer was a great honor which they usually reserved for either favorites or slaves they were really satisfied with.

"You can share my bed tonight," Amalia said when their lips parted again. "You can be the little spoon and we can talk a bit. Maybe that'll distract you."

Okay, it had definitely been worth it. Cuddle time with Amalia was the best outcome Yana could've wished for.

"Of course I want to. I'll have to shower first, though."

Amalia helped her up and kept holding her hand until she was sure Yana's shaky legs would carry her. "Believe me, your nipples really can't deal with the shower spray right now. You'll just scream the entire house down again. Don't worry about it. It's just a bit of sweat. Bed sheets can be changed."

Yana didn't argue any further. She let Amalia lead her to her comfy bed where they snuggled up, Yana as promised being the little spoon, making sure to lean back in a way where her nipples didn't risk brushing over the bed sheets.

"It's a pity I didn't get to know you any sooner," Amalia said once they'd gotten comfortable. "I rarely have this much fun during a session. You're one brave bad girl."

"Yeah," Yana said with a pained smile. "It was fun. But fuck, you have no idea how intense that was. I didn't know that my nipples could get this sensitive."

"Oh, I know perfectly well how bad it gets." Amalia garnished her words with soft kisses on Yana's neck.

"Of course you do. You must've tortured enough girls to get a feeling for it."

Amalia giggled. "Actually, I was talking about first hand experience."

An exited tingle went through Yana's stomach. Her revenge fantasy reemerged, the mental image of Amalia strapped to that chair, teeth clenching down on the gag as those soft, puffy nipples of hers were abused. "You do?"

"Oh yes." Amalia kept kissing Yana's neck as she talked. It was a welcome distraction from her aching nipples, but it also didn't exactly help with keeping a clear head. "Mistress makes us suffer our own punishments every now and then. She says it's to ground us and make sure we don't get unreasonable with out punishments. So, yeah, I know what it's like to have your nipples flicked when they're already so sensitive that you're going crazy just from existing. And knowing what it's like makes me appreciate it much more that I'm allowed to make other girls suffer like this."

Yana was in no mental state to process new information, but this was too spicy to pass the chance to learn more. "So all the other overseers also get... Wait, even Miss Denise?"

Amalia laughed. "Especially Denise. I feel like Mistress chooses her more often than us. She's a complete mess every time, but so far that hasn't made her be any nicer to her slaves, so I guess she really likes it rough. In both ways."

"So, everyone, huh?" Yana was already hot again, what with Amalia caressing her neck while she dropped such a bomb on her. It was all too easy to think back to every overseer Yana had been punished by and imagine how they'd look when Mistress turned the tables on them. "I mean, everyone except Mistress herself, of course."

"Well, actually..." Amalia giggled again. "Ever wondered what Mistress does on the two weeks of 'vacation' that she takes each summer?"

"Wait, you mean..."

"Yes. In these two weeks, we get to play with her. Like, really play with her. That woman can really take as much as she deals out."

Yana's mouth went dry. It was hard to imagine their proud Mistress lowered like this. It felt like a punishable offense just to think about it.

"And at the end of this vacation, she makes us give her a CBC. No holding back, the full program."

A CBC. The punishment that had made even the undefeatable Lyvia cry her eyes out. The punishment that Yana herself would face very soon, since the alternative was a bad joke. She'd die if nipple clamps so much as came near her. "How does she take it?"

"She cries like a baby," Amalia said, sounding far too amused. "She says there's nothing in the world more cathartic than that."

"Are you sure you're allowed to tell me all this?"

"Nope." Amalia playfully nibbled Yana's earlobe. "Slaves aren't supposed to know this. You could rat me out if you wanted to. But if you do that, I'll be punished very, very, very..." Amalia's lips tickled Yana's ears as she went on "... very cruelly. I bet Mistress would do tons of terrible things to my nipples. She knows they are my weak spot. And when she's done making me suffer, she'll strip me of all my privileges. I'll be the mansion's bottom bitch for ages."

"You almost sound as if you'd want that."

"Almost." Amalia stopped her kisses for a moment. Her hands wandered off to stroke the sides of Yana's breasts. Even though she stayed away from the nipples, it made her tense up again. "Getting abused more often would be fun. But at the same time, if I was a slave, I couldn't spend so much time punishing nipples, and that's something I'd really miss."

"Of course you would." Yana slided back, closer into the snuggle. There were times when no amount of skin contact was enough. "How about this: I don't rat you out and in exchange you become my cuddle toy when I get my CBC?"

"That's hardly blackmail. Getting to see you suffer from up close and going on a little honeymoon with you? Why wouldn't I want that?"

"Then how about this: I won't rat you out, but you have to become my cuddle toy and after that, I get to strap you to that chair and find out how brave you are."

"That's more like it." Amalia licked Yana's neck up to her jaw line, making her shiver.

"And depending on how I like it, I might do that more often." Yana struggled to keep her voice steady. It was hard to fake a mischievous tone when all she wanted to do was purr from how expertly Amalia caressed her. "It's not like you could stop me. Unless you want me to tell Mistress."

"Guess you leave me no choice." Amalia's hands traveled down to Yana's legs. "But you have to promise me something."

"And what would that be?"

"That you don't stop misbehaving. And that you'll always be this brave in your punishments."

"Yana took Amalia's hand and guided it to her soaking pussy. "Deal."