CANDYLAND

BY ZOOL

[ part 2 ]

Sarah felt herself being carried down a corridor and into a room, the room where she had seen the little girl being horribly beaten! She was dropped down onto the floor! “Get over there and stay still!” Said a voice, she looked up, it was the man in the white coat who had spoken to her, he was pointing to a corner of the room. She fled to the corner and hunkered down, her back against the wall, she was absolutely terrified! She scanned the room, the two burly men still had a firm grip on the two naked men, she could see the girl now, she was curled tightly into a ball under the bench where the nasty men had raped her, her arms protecting her head, Sarah could see that her arms were covered in nasty weals and welts where she had tried to protect her head, the girl was shaking like a leaf and whimpering, blood was oozing from her wounds and trickling down her arms!

“Fuck, fuck, fuck!” said the man in white, “This is really, really bad! There is going to be HELL to pay for this! What the hell are we going to do?”

“Hell to pay for what?” said another voice, a calm, deep voice, a distinguished voice. Sarah looked up and saw that three more men had entered the room, a tall man, dressed in black trousers and a black polo neck who was accompanied by two other men in black sweat suits. The tall man spoke again, “What in the name of God has been going on in here? Who is the girl in the corner? Why is she wearing clothes? What…..Ohhh my God” He had obviously caught sight of the beaten, whimpering, trembling girl under the bench, “SOMEONE HAD BETTER EXPLAIN! NOW!!” he yelled, in a powerful, commanding voice! Sarah couldn’t help but be awed by this tall man in black!

“Sir” said the man in the white coat, “These men have far exceeded our limits in slave punishment and the girl in the corner is an intruder, the situation is, errrr, somewhat complex”

“You’d better let us go NOW!” yelled the blonde man, struggling to free himself from the burly man who held him tightly and who was not, NOT going to let go of him unless told to do so!

“Did these two bastards do this to Charlotte”? Said the tall man, the man in white nodded, the tall man gestured to the two men in black sweat suits “GAG THEM” he commanded, the two naked men began to protest but were quickly silenced as they were gagged, “BIND THEM” came the second command, the two nasty men’s wrists were bound together in front of them and their ankles were fastened together by short lengths of chain.

Sarah noticed that while all of this was going on the beaten girl was slowly uncurling herself and was then trying to stand up using the bench she had been raped on as a support. Sarah watched in fascination as the girl succeeded in standing upright, she could clearly see the wounds on the girl’s front now, her right eye was closed, puffy, bruised black and blue, her right cheek was the same, her lips on the right were split and swollen and blood was trickling from her nose and her lips. Her chest, belly, legs and hips showed bruises where the blonde man had kicked her, dozens of red, angry, long welts covered her chest, belly, hips and thighs where he had whipped her with the steel whip, they were oozing blood which trickled down her front, mingling with her sweat.

Alerted by the girl’s movement the man in white spun round, “Slave Charlotte” he said, “Stop now, stay still, you are badly hurt!”

“NO” said the tall man, “Slave Charlotte, if you are able, continue!” The girl edged slowly away from the bench, moving like she was in a daze.

“Sir, for God’s sake she is badly hurt!” said the man in white under his breath.

“Let’s see what she wants to do” said the tall man.

The girl, who Sarah now knew was called Charlotte, walked slowly, very slowly, towards a rack on the wall where Sarah saw many canes, whips and straps hanging. As Charlotte turned, Sarah could see the terrible extent of her injuries, the poor girl’s back, buttocks and the backs of her thighs were covered in a network of dozens upon dozens of angry, long, red welts. Her back, buttocks and legs were also covered in a film of red, a mixture of her blood and sweat, the welts were still oozing blood which trickled down her back, down over her buttocks and thighs and down her legs.

Sarah could not believe that the girl was forcing herself to move! Charlotte must have been in unbearable agony! The girl walked a couple of steps towards the rack, reached it, then her legs buckled and she collapsed to the floor. Grabbing the rack she dragged herself upright, selected a nasty, evil looking cane and turned around. Once again, she collapsed to the floor and lay there panting, whimpering, everyone else in the room was absolutely silent, you could have heard a pin drop!

Charlotte dragged herself slowly off the floor until she was on all fours, she placed the cane in her bruised mouth, whimpered at the pain and shifted it, favouring the unbruised side of her face. Then, on all fours, she crawled across to the tall man, came to a kneeling position, took the cane from her mouth and held it up to him.

The tall man took the cane, Charlotte bent her head forward until it touched the floor, placed her hands on either side of her head, palms upwards and waited.

“Speak slave” said the tall man.

Sarah watched in absolute fascination and awe as the girl Charlotte struggled painfully to get herself into an upright kneeling position with her head bowed, then she spoke, haltingly, faintly, but she spoke!

“M…..m...y,….L….ord, thisssss……..sla...ave, de...servs…..p...p...p….uni….shment! It was obvious to Sarah that Charlotte could hardly speak through her swollen lips, but she tried, desperately she tried!

“Why does the slave Charlotte deserve punishment?” asked the tall man.

“For God’s sake” said the man in white.

“WAIT” said the tall man, “This is interesting” The man in white shook his head.

“Please, she is badly injured, please Simon!” The tall man held up his hand sharply, silencing the man in white, there was an air of absolute authority about him.

“Continue slave Charlotte!” he said and the injured, beaten, bleeding, sweating, trembling girl continued.

“S….s….lave….f...f...ailed to please m...a..sters, using, her. Fai..d to greet doctr master and other ……..mstrs, entrng room. F...f...f...f...ailed to g...greet, m….Lord entering room. S.howed dis r spect!”

“And what is the appropriate punishment for these grave offences” said the tall man.

“F….ailing to pls mstr, s….ix with cane……...dsrpect master…...three wth cane…..dspct m’Lord s...six wth cane”

So slave Charlotte” said the tall man, “You think you failed to please two masters, which is a total of twelve strokes of the cane, you think you disrespected, let’s see, five masters, which is a total of fifteen strokes of the cane and you think you disrespected me, you lord and master, which is six strokes of the cane. That is a pretty hefty punishment of thirty three strokes of the cane!” he paused now, regarding the trembling, whimpering girl kneeling in front of him. Everyone else was totally silent. “What does a slave who deserves punishment do now?”

Charlotte leaned forward and down until her head was on the floor and turned it sideways, she splayed her arms out in front of her, her body and the upper parts of her legs now formed a wide, inverted “V” shape, she then spread her legs further apart, her back, buttocks and the backs of her thighs were now perfectly presented for the punishment she believed she deserved.

“S.lave ready for punment m..lord” she managed to squeeze the words out and then began to cry as her pain finally overwhelmed her, she trembled, struggling to maintain her position as her body began to be racked with sobs, as she cried and cried and cried, shaking, shivering, trembling like the poor, little, whipped and beaten child she was.

The tall man reached down with the cane and touched Charlotte gently on her back, she winced at the touch and closed her eyes tight.

“Simon!” exclaimed the man in the white coat, “You can’t! You surely aren’t going to…..” he was silenced by the tall man raising his hand. The tall man then handed the cane to the man in white.

“Doctor Mike, please hang this cane up for me” The man in white breathed a sigh of relief and took the cane. The tall man bent down and took hold of Charlotte by the uninjured parts of her shoulders, “Slave Charlotte please try to stand”, Charlotte struggled to her feet.

“Listen to me very carefully Charlotte, your assessment of the punishments was perfectly correct, but you did please the masters using you, it was quite obvious that they were enjoying hurting you, so no punishment is necessary. You did fail to greet myself and several masters, but you were and are injured. No decent master expects a slave to greet him if the slave cannot do so because of injury, no more so than if the slave were bound or restrained, so there will be no punishment for that either.”

The tall man held Charlotte gently by her armpits now, his strong arms keeping her upright.

“Charlotte, I have never seen such courage in a slave as you have shown me today. Despite your terrible beating at the hands of these, VILE SCUM who do not deserve to be masters, you thought you were in the wrong and presented yourself, properly, for further punishment” he reached out with one hand, unbuckled the red collar around Charlotte’s neck and let it fall to the floor.

“You will go with the good Doctor Mike now, you will wear no collar until you are healed, until you have recovered, however long it takes! While you wear no collar you have no duties, no master may ever command you, no-one may punish you. You have only one command and that is mine. Rest, rest and more rest until you are healed. As it happens I have need of a new personal slave and when you are fully healed I want you to be that personal slave Charlotte! You will wear the gold collar and will serve me and me alone, and I will make sure that filth like these two scum never, ever get anywhere near you again, or any other slave for that matter! Now hug me child.” The tall man started to pull the girl gently towards him but she resisted.

“M…..lord’s….clothes…..be….s...tained,…..my...blood” Charlotte whimpered.

“Slave Charlotte, you are the bravest, truest slave I have ever known, I would be proud if you would hug me as best you can, I don’t give a damn about my clothes.” The slave Charlotte put her arms around the tall man and hugged him then she burst into tears again, as he held her, gently under her arms.

“Nk you m’Lord, ank you, ank you, ank you! …… Slv Charlt wll do best to serve Lord…...ank you”

A rattling outside heralded the arrival of a medical trolley. Sarah noticed it was being pushed by a naked teenage boy who immediately dropped to his knees and waited to be commanded, a look of sheer terror on his face! The tall man turned to the two men in black sweat suits “Get every slave into the slave’s quarters, get them all up and formed into an avenue, even the one’s sleeping, even the one’s working. Apologise to the customers using those slaves and tell them that, in a few minutes time, after I have made an announcement they may return to their pleasures and that their visits today will be free of charge, have them also line up in an avenue outside here, go!” The two men rushed off, the tall man personally helped Charlotte onto the trolley and assisted her to lie face down, on her least injured parts. Outside, Sarah could see a tremendous bustle going on, naked children rushed past the Perspex door, followed soon by a variety of adults, men and women in robes, talking heatedly and gesticulating among themselves, obviously perplexed at what was going on!

“Doctor mike” said the tall man, “You will now wheel Charlotte, assisted by this other slave” he gestured at the terrified teenage boy, “To the infirmary, go past our waiting clients outside, make sure they get a good look at her, then take her by the direct route, through the slave’s quarters, make sure they all get a good look at her too, I know this may sound like a callous use of her to terrify them but listen up, you will then be followed by these two gagged, bound and hobbled filth” he gestured to the blonde man and his companion, “Who will be whipped by those two guards as they walk along, whipped to get a taste of their own medicine, whipped to set an example to our other clients, who will doubtless spread by word of mouth my seriousness, that I will not tolerate, EVER, such violent abuse of my slaves, they will be whipped through the slaves quarters too, to show the slaves that we really do care for them and will do our utmost to protect them from filth like these two!” He bent down and spoke to Charlotte again, “The Doctor will take you to the infirmary now Charlotte, he will take good care of you and I will come and see you soon”

The doctor set off. Sarah heard a scream outside, a grown woman’s scream, obviously shocked at the terrible state of the slave Charlotte on the medical trolley. After a few minutes the tall man spoke again.

“Guards, select the heaviest canes in the room and start whipping these two bastards, whip them past the clients, whip them through the slave’s quarters, whip them into the inner foyer and keep whipping them when you get there, if they pass out, wake them up and keep whipping them, I’m going to make a serious example of these two!”

The guards obeyed with obvious approval, selected two heavy canes and proceeded to whip the blonde man and his companion out of the room, they mumbled through their gags, struggled to avoid the blows but it was useless, they were as helpless as the slave Charlotte they had so terribly treated and they were now, very much on the receiving end! As they were whipped out of the room the tall man made to follow them but then turned around and spoke directly to Sarah.

“You little lady , will remain here for a moment until I return!” Sarah watched him leave the room and close the door behind him. She could hear him outside, his voice muffled by the door and walls but she guessed, quite correctly, that he was speaking to his “clients” about the two nasty men and warning them about the terrible consequences that awaited them if they, or anyone else, ever treated one of his slaves in such a manner!

Presently he returned, he walked over to the far wall of the room, picked up two chairs there and returned to the middle of the room, placing the chairs, facing each other, a few feet apart. He sat down on one and turned to Sarah, then patted the other, “Sit here please”. Sarah got up nervously and walked over to the chair, dragging her satchel behind her, terrified she sat down on the chair and looked at the tall man, the one the slave Charlotte had called “her Lord”.

“Now then little one”, he said, “What’s your story?”.