a punana was led into the room on the end of a leash attached to its steel slave collar. Holding the leash was Mistress Addison. A punana was naked except for its collar, 5” high heels and a wide leather belt fastened tightly around its waist. its wrists were locked into steel cuffs attached to the belt. A harness type ball gag filled its mouth.
As a punana was led through the room to a raised platform, it glanced around. The members of The Circle were all there together with Their Guests; maybe 40 or 50 people in all.
On the platform a punana was turned to face the crowd and a wooden pole was pushed under its left elbow, behind its back and then under its right elbow. This had the effect of pulling its arms back and restricting its movements. The ends of the pole were hooked onto chains which hung from the ceiling.
Sir David moved forward and fastened a leather cuff around a punana’s right ankle while Mistress Addison did the same to its left ankle. They pulled its feet apart and tied off the cuffs to roped stretching off to either side of the platform. The chains attached to the wooden pole were then raised so that a punana was made to stand fully upright.
Satisfied with a punana’s position, Sir David moved to the side of the platform and then returned holding a handful of black plastic cable ties. Mistress Addison grabbed a punana’s right nipple and pulled its tit out while Sir David fitted one of the cable ties around the base of the tit and pulled the tie tight, causing a punana to gasp in pain as it watched its tit immediately begin to swell and darken. The Pair repeated the operation on a punana’s left tit before standing back briefly to assess Their work.
Apparently satisfied, They then tightened two more cable ties, evenly spaced, around each, already swollen, tit. And They finished by attaching a clamp on each nipple and hanging heavy weights from each clamp.
By now a punana was moaning into its gag, tears were filling its eyes and its head was bowed. So it did not see as Sir David walked round behind it. He grabbed it hair, pulling its head back up, then He tied a thin rope to its head harness and pulled back more before tying the other end of the rope to a loop on the leather belt round its waist.
a punana now had no choice but to stare out at the watching crowd. And it could hardly see what was happening as Sir David and Mistress Addison bent down. but a punana quickly realised what They were doing as it felt its inner cunt-lips being pulled. And sure enough, weighted clamps were fixed in place, pulling painfully on its already stretched lips. it moaned in pain as further weighted clamps were fixed onto its outer lips.
As Sir David and Mistress Addison rose and stood back there was a round of applause from the watching crowd until Sir David stepped forward and spoke. “Ladies and Gentlemen, our little pain-toy is ready. Please feel free to come up onto the stage and examine it. There is a crop on the table at the back of the stage; feel free to use the crop on a punana. Enjoy the toy!”
Sure enough it was not long before the first group approached. It was Master Joe with another Gentleman who a punana did not recognise and two very attractive Ladies.
“Meet a punana,” said Master Joe, “touch it… feel it, if you want.”
“Where does she come from?” enquired one of the Ladies.
“Well, first of all, a punana is an ‘it’ not a ‘she’. Always remember, a punana is sub-human… sub-animal. it’s not a person, it’s a thing. But to answer your question, it’s from England
As Master Joe was saying this, He and the other Gentleman were fondling and squeezing a punana’s bound tits. The two Ladies squatted and began to poke and prod at a punana’s cunt-lips and They giggled as They set the weights swinging, causing a punana to flinch in added pain which made the Ladies laugh even more.
“Can we use the crop?” said one of the Ladies as They stood up.
“Of course,” replied Master Joe as He went to get the crop from the table. “I suggest its ass, its thighs or its belly.”
“How many strokes?” asked the Lady as She accepted the crop from Master Joe.
“We decided on 5 per person initially, as there are quite a few here. We want to inflict pain on it, not kill it or seriously injure it. Of course, we can always come back another day and give it a proper working over.”
They moved around behind a punana and it heard the telltale swish followed by the sting of the crop on its ass; surprisingly mild, followed rapidly by another.
“No, no, it needs to be much harder than that. Here, let me show you,” said a female voice.
There was a shuffle of footsteps followed by Swish… Crack! As a much harder stroke landed, followed by four more hard strokes which sent lines of fire burning through a punana’s ass-flesh.
“Have another go; those first two don’t count,” said Master Joe, presumably to the first Lady.
More footsteps and five strokes hit their target; significantly harder than the Lady’s first two attempts.
The unknown Gentleman took His turn next but He moved round in front of a punana and aimed two at each of a punana’s thighs and a final hard stroke across its belly. Master Joe then finished with five more to its ass before the group moved away, leaving a punana whimpering into its gag and taking slow deep breaths, tears flowing.
A matter of minutes later, another group stepped up onto the stage. And so it went on for the next… how long? It felt like an eternity to a punana as groups and individuals took their turn cropping a punana until its ass, belly and thighs were a mess of vicious stripes.
Finally, Sir David and Mistress Addison called time, removed the clamps from a punana’s nipples and cunt-lips, cut the cable ties and released a punana from its bonds; at which, a punana collapsed in a snivelling heap on the floor.
“Up!” ordered Mistress Addison.
Slowly a punana dragged itself to its feet and Mistress Addison removed the ball-gag from its mouth.
“Thank the nice people, bitch.”
“Th…thank You all for using a p…punana,” it whimpered.
Sir David suddenly grabbed a handful of a punana’s hair and dragged it off the stage and out of the room to its cage where He locked it in for the night.
In the dull light a punana cradled its tits and examined the nasty bruises where the cable ties had dug into its flesh and it rubbed its body where it had been cropped before making itself as comfortable as possible and sobbed itself to sleep.
Very nicely written, my dear. I'm proud of you for finding pictures that reflected (more or less) accurately what you went through that night. The girl in the cage is much prettier than you, but then I expect you already knew, that didn't you?
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