God, I hated her. She was a horrible bitch. She didn’t need to be that mean. Other trainers weren’t that mean after breaking a slave. Once you were broken it just wasn’t a necessity.
And most of them hadn’t previously been a slave, like Cleo. Her being a former slave should’ve meant that she’d be a trainer who tried to do better. We were broken, why did she need to keep pushing us lower and lower into the gutter?
“Tell her. Tell her exactly what you think of her. Now!”
“Tell me, Felicia. Listen to your Master, you worthless slave, you,” Cleo taunted, “He should be whipping you for being such a worthless---”
I snapped, like the straw had been dropped on my back and it broke my self-control.
“You fucking bitch, you!” I mocked the way she used to speak to me, “You made everyone afraid to even look my way. I was treated like a leper in here because no one wanted to be nice to me because it would piss you off. For someone who endured all we endured, you’d think you’d be a little nicer to us!”
She laughed. Laughed. Like I was a little idiot.
“May I speak freely, Master Ferrano?” Cleo grunted.
Someone knocked on the door.
“Go for it,” Dare invited, “but be prepared for consequences.”
He stepped outside.
Cleo glared at me and spoke low, “I never break for this place, except for Mister Frost. You may have a high pain threshold but mine is higher. I love my job. Fuck you, Felicia. You are not better than me now you have a master. You still a sub little bitch who suck cock and spreads legs to earn your meals. I make little weak bitches like you break and cower. I am good at my job. I worked hard so I could earn my meals through showing my power, not by being weak. Being me is much better than being you. Your Master is too easy on you. Look at you now.”
I let my wrist fly and the whip lashed across her chest. She startled and winced. I did it again, in nearly the same spot.
“You fucking bitch,” I let it fly again, flicking my wrist harder, and it lashed across her face. She gasped and blood trickled down her cheek. I did it again and again and she slumped.
“I might be weaker than you but you taught me some of your best whipping skills, didn’t you?”
I felt Dare behind me. He was back.
She did, for a reverse role-playing party. Not all the sirs participated but some did and we’d all had training to take part in. I’d been praised for how easily I’d picked it up. I had only whipped for the one party, several months before Dare, but I remembered the technique.
I flicked harder. She winced with the pain as the dragon’s tail nailed her in the throat.
“Stop,” Dare said.
Dare moved to her and unbuckled her wrists and her feet.
“Fight back and I’ll knock your teeth out,” he clipped at her.
Cleo was panting.
“Tell me you fuckin’ understand me?” Dare had her by the throat and he squeezed.
She sputtered, “Y-yes, sir.”
He threw her over the bench, stomach first, and secured her wrists and ankles with restraints that were dangling from the side of the bench.
“More,” he ordered.
I felt a little sick. She was bleeding.
“Do it. She gets ten lashes across her back. For all she’s done to you, to the other girls here when they didn’t deserve it. Now.”
I looked at the blood on her face and I choked on emotion.
“Felicia!” Dare snapped that horrible awful name and hearing it in my Master’s voice made me snap back into slave mode and do what I was told.