Ksenia had walked in on quite a scene; in the dark-colored, brightly-lit space of the dungeon, the Knoxes were already hard at play. Susan Knox was in anti-gravity suspension bondage, hanging spreadeagled in midair by wrist and ankle cuffs held in magnetic fields. Something was up her ass that was making her squirm entertainingly. Robert, dressed only in grey denim jeans, had just stopped treating her back with a rather intimidating black leather flogger with a long handle. Red marks slowly faded where he had whipped her. Leona, wearing a red leather corset and her high-tech strapon, was saying "alright, you've earned it. On your hands and knees, Servant."

Robert, in an almost effeminate, demure voice, said "with pleasure, Mistress."

She pulled the remote for the strapon out of her cleavage. Truthfully, Ksenia would have taken a flogging to be able to smell that remote. She had been very, very aroused for several days now, from wearing her chastity belt, and it was growing unbearable. Every attractive women she saw, she fantasized about being eaten out. Every attractive man she saw, she wanted to be fucked raw. She felt a thirst for sex born of privation.

Late last night, she had slipped a finger under the front part of the belt. It had beeped, loudly, startling her, and within ten minutes, a knock had come at her townhouse's door. Leona, curly red bedhead and all, stood in her doorway with a cane and punished her very roughly for trying to circumvent her chastity "treatment." The welts had not quite gone down, and it still hurt to sit on hard surfaces. Her palms each bore a small welt where mistress had lightly caned them as well. She was naked, and the marks on her legs were visible and pink.

She had to watch, helpless and unable even to masturbate, as Leona stuck a receiver on the small of Robert's back as he knelt, where it would send signals to his spine. Leona went to a rolling cart and got a tube of vaseline (an old and thick oil-based lubricant from the days of fossil fuel) and covered her black, synth-skin cock in the whitish, jelly-like substance. She watched as the redheaded woman coated the head around and around with the stuff.

"Spread your legs more," she demanded. She knelt behind him and stuck the head in gently and then thrust the whole thing firmly into his well-trained ass, at the correct angle to go in all the way and put her hips in contact with his finely-shaped rear. The dildo must have been set to transmit a lot of pleasurable stimulus to the receiver on Robert's back, because he moaned deeply, a primal sound. She must not have been receiving much stimulus, because she just smiled and thrusted, again and again inside his ass. She reached around and grabbed not his cock but the flesh of his balls and jerked it back and forth. His cock smacked into his stomach and quickly he reached fever pitch and screamed in ecstasy as he came copiously on the floor. She pulled out, aimed the dildo at his back, and pushed a button on the harness. What must have been the most realistic synthetic cum Ksenia had ever seen shot in two ropes and landed on Robert. The dildo throbbed realistically as it ejaculated. Leona wiped the tip off with her thumb.

Ksenia felt like she could take a cock or dildo two inches in diameter and two feet long all the way inside her, either hole. She looked down at the shiny aluminum plate covering her genitals, with its tiny hole for piss to drain out, and groaned.

She noticed that Susan had been whining the whole time. Since no one was telling her to do anything, she walked over and observed the floating slave. In her ass, hairy as her legs, she had what Ksenia knew was a carved plug made out of fresh ginger. She didn't know whether it burned or itched or how it felt, but she knew that Susan and Robert were subjected to it often, and that they dreaded it.

Walking around, she saw that Susan was gagged, not with a ball-gag but with a muzzle that had a leather panel across the mouth and two over the eyes.

"Just what do you think you're doing?" Leona's voice demanded, from the other side of Susan.

"You should have been paying attention. A good slave attends her mistress closely," Leona said, stepping close and seizing Ksenia's right arm above the elbow. With her other hand, she landed a massive slap on Ksenia's face.

Ksenia felt extremely aroused.

"Robert," Ksenia said, "prepare two hot, soapy enemas and bring out the rattan no. 3 canes. I'd like to punish them both at once."

"Mistress, would you like the caning table?"

"Bring both the caning tables and arrange them head to head. We'll use them for the enemas. I have a different idea for the actual caning."

Shortly, Robert was pushing out two long, narrow, slanted tables with adjustable legs and bondage cuffs at the higher end, and on the legs by the lower end. He placed them so that the higher ends were almost touch lowered them both until they were the right height for a person Ksenia's height to bend over and be cuffed, so that their torso was stretched out over the table and their ass was ideally exposed for the cane. Ksenia found herself quickly forced into this position. Robert cuffed her arms and Leona cuffed her legs. They proceeded to get Susan down, quickly strip her of her existing cuffs, ginger and gag-harness, and bent her over the other table, giving Ksenia a full view of her face, for the first time this evening. She wasn't unattractive, a brunette with full lips and dark eyes and a button nose, but she wore no makeup and had a bit of peach fuzz on her lip that Ksenia, if no one else, found a little off-putting. She looked much younger than her age, a rebellious and unkempt teenager from the local music scene, not a thirty-five-year-old stay-at-home doxie whose main hobbies were tabletop games and bondage. The philtrum piercing and home-done bangs completed the effect.

Susan looked entirely broken, and made eye contact, but no effort to say anything. Ksenia found it too awkward to look away, so she found herself, for the first time, staring into the eyes of Susan Emory-Knox, a woman she had rarely spoken to and barely knew, despite being in a group marriage with her. She suddenly felt a deep affection for the submissive woman looking into her eyes. "One of my wives," she thought, and there was a little thrill in her chest. "My wife. Poor thing."

Leona walked around and must have stuck a finger in Susan's ass, because suddenly her eyes were wide and she stifled a whimper. The ginger must have made her very, very sore.

"You like that?" Leona said. Without warning, Leona took her strapon in her hand and mounted Susan, the still-lubed, slightly-soiled dildo sliding straight into her. Leona reached up and grabbed both of Susan's shoulders and pulled herself up so that her face was next to Susan's. Leona must have been on tip-toes. "That'll teach you to talk back to me in front of company."

Ksenia was a little jealous, despite the amount of pain being fucked so rawly seemed to be causing Susan. She had had nothing inside her all week and felt conspicuously empty. She wriggled in her chastity belt.

Leona pulled out, then smacked Susan once on the ass for good measure. Robert walked back in from the storage room with two rolling IV stands, each of which had a big red bag hanging from the top, from which clear hoses dangled.

"I see you haven't picked out nozzles, Servant," Leona said." I think the longer douche nozzle for that one, so we can put it in through the chastity device. For my recalcitrant handmaiden here, the balloon."

Ksenia was indescribably disappointed to hear that she wouldn't get her iron panties off even to receive the horrifying punishment of a soapy enema. She was ready to get rid of it. She was also very aware that a lot of what was happening was a show to tease her to a fever pitch.

As Ksenia watched, Robert brought out the balloon nozzle and a bottle of water-based lubricant, which he drizzled down Susan's crack from above. He licked his first and middle fingers with a fellating motion and must have stuck one in each hole by the expression on Susan's face. "Mistress," he said in that silky voice, "her ass is so supple."

Leona smacked him affectionately on the ass. "I did see to that." She chuckled.

Robert appeared to be working the rubber nozzle into Susan's ass. Susan made eye contact with Ksenia again, and seemed to draw a little strength from gazing into her eyes as Robert pumped up both bulbs of the balloon and attached the hose from one of the IV stands to it.

"Servant, fuck her a little with the nozzle, I'm going to open the valve," Leona said.

Robert started crudely wiggling the balloon in and out, as far as Ksenia could tell, and Leona started counting down with the valve in her hand. Susan's mouth was open, but there was no sound coming out.

"Ten, nine, eight, seven, six, five, four--" she opened the valve on three.

Susan moaned. The liquid flowing down the hose looked like milk: hot, soapy water.

"Slave Susan," Leona snapped. "Every vocalization that is not your safe word or 'thank you, mistress' will be another ten strokes added onto your fifteen-stroke caning. For every fifth stroke, I instruct my servant to try to draw a little blood. You are currently at twenty regular strokes and five hard ones. The same will apply to you, Slave Ksenia, only I will be caning you and I will decide how often to draw blood."

Robert walked around, rolling the second IV stand with him. He had in his hand a little white tube with a wide part at one end. When he was behind her, Ksenia heard him attaching the tube to the hose and then she felt it go in through the little hole in the back panel of her chastity belt, with spiked edges too small to admit anything larger than a finger--the hole she had had to defecate through for a week. It went several inches into her, and it was not altogether unwelcome.

"Servant, you may start the process yourself for that slave."

Robert, without ceremony, turned on the water, and Ksenia felt a hot stream flooding her bowels. Her last enema had been piss directly from Robert's cock, and she felt reminded of the deep invasion of having a man's urine inside her.

It did not stop when she expected it to. She realized that she was taking a much larger enema than last time, and it was driving her wild not to be able to see the bag and tell how much was left.

She looked Susan in the eyes again. Susan seemed to be having it worse than she was. Her mouth was open and she breathed heavily. At length, she groaned, a sound like tectonic plates rubbing together, that came from deep inside her.

"Thirty-five," Leona snapped. "And now, Servant, let's have some fun while the slaves get full."

"Mistress, I have a proposal," Robert said, looking at Susan.

"Go ahead," Leona purred.

"I would give this one a humiliating haircut while she's strapped down and full of soap."

About the same time as he said the word "soap," Ksenia began to feel the cramp of the old-fashioned soap deep inside her stomach. She noticed that Susan was blushing.

"Yes. Cut her hair off and later I'll let you come on her bald head."

Ksenia hadn't thought of Susan's natural hair as beautiful before, but she seemed to think so now, and felt that it would be mean to destroy her lovely hair. She was a little relieved not to be on the receiving end of the haircut herself, however.

"While you do that," Leona added, "I'll do some hot wax on Ksenia's back and then maybe let her get some of her caning out of the way early."

Within a few minutes, Ksenia, aching so hard in her bowels that she could barely move a muscle for fear of making it worse, was watching as chunks of Susan's hair dropped off revealing pale scalp as Robert tugged at his cock and operated the clipper with his left hand. Leona was standing over Ksenia's back and hadn't even begun with the wax yet.

Suddenly, a long hot stripe went down her back and hurt like hell. She yelped.

"And twenty-five for you," Leona said.

When she was done with the candle, some thirty or forty such stripes later, Leona backed away silently. Ksenia felt something chilly applied to her ass with a spray bottle. Sanitizer, she thought, in case she breaks the skin.

The first stroke of the cane came completely out of nowhere, just as the last of Susan's hair fell off. Now Ksenia found it was her looking into Susan's eyes for strength. She felt suddenly very infatuated, what younger women call "head-over-heels." She began to take Susan's haircut very personally.

"Slaves," Leona said, "I would like you to count each other's canings. If I suspect you have lost track or added canings to spare the other, it will be worse for both of you. After this you will speak whenever I administer a caning and only then, to tell me how many it has been and how many are left, and say 'thank you, mistress.'"

"One, twenty-four left, mistress. Thank you, mistress," Susan said. It was the first time Ksenia had heard her speak that night.

"Sufficient. Now I try to draw blood," Leona said. The next stroke did not come immediately, but after several seconds. It was down her legs near her knees. It was worse than any burn or other pain Ksenia had ever felt, and it took her mind off her cramps entirely.

"Two, twenty-three left, mistress," Susan said. "Thank you, mistress."

The cramping was suddenly immense as well.

"Well, the bags are empty. Let's make them watch each other expel," Leona said, after a long pause.

The two of them went about unstrapping the slaves from the tables. They did not remove the nozzles, but instead made the slaves pull the IV stands themselves.

There was a basic chamber pot set up, and the newly-bald, broken-looking Susan was allowed to sit down on it, with the bardex still inside her, hose between her knees

"Actually, Slave Ksenia, since you two are getting to know each other a little more intimately, why don't you sit in her lap and comfort her a little while she waits to expel? That's an order."

Ksenia walked gingerly over with her own hose pulling on her ass and managed to sit down straddling Susan's lap. The big, angry welt on her legs burned as it touched warm skin, and Ksenia had to fight not to yelp. She felt very awkward, but then she looked down into Susan's eyes and the awkwardness vanished. She put her hands on Susan's buzzed scalp and without words they began to kiss. Ksenia felt wet inside the chastity belt.

Suddenly, in an instant that mortified them both, Robert reached in between Susan's legs and released the pressure on the balloons and yanked the deflated balloon out. Susan expelled almost involuntarily, with her lips still touching Ksenia's, her tongue still in Ksenia's mouth. Slowly, blushing, Susan expelled more without changing anything about what she was doing.

When she was done, she lifted Ksenia off of her and let her sit down. Ksenia felt the pain of sitting on her caning once again. This time Robert simply yanked the nozzle out of her ass.

She felt shy again, but soon the floodgates opened. Susan came and rubbed her back. It took several minutes for her to get all the soapy water out of her, but finally she was done. She was given some toilet paper and cleaned herself off.

"Get up," Leona said.

Ksenia stood.

"Servant Robert, go get two pair of rigid padded handcuffs, ankle spreaders, and more sani spray--I'm almost out."

"Yes, mistress."

He returned with two very strict-looking pairs of black leather bondage cuffs linked directly, not with lengths of chain, studded with heavy-duty D-rings, two adjustable spreader bars and a spray bottle, all on a rolling cart.

"Now, you slaves are going to support each other while you are caned. Robert, cuff their wrists together and winch them up, then use a spreader bar from her left leg to her right one, and vice versa."

Robert quickly cuffed each of Ksenia's wrists to one of Susan's wrists, and with the crane remote called down two sturdy cables with thick carabiners from the ceiling directly overhead. He hooked each pair of handcuffs to the cables and then with sadistic slowness, winched the cables up until they were struggling to stand on their tiptoes. He snickered a little and lowered them just enough to stand on the flats of their feet. They were in quite close quarters, and the smell of Susan sweating through her deodorant was quite present for Ksenia, and oddly more than a little comforting.

"Shall we have a little fun now, mistress?" Robert asked.

"No, their legs are unrestrained. I would hate for you to get kicked in the balls, my dear servant." She laughed darkly with some unstated irony. Ksenia had a faint suspicion that Leona might practice cock-and-ball torture on him.

Robert went about taking on of Ksenia's feet, rubbing it lasciviously in his hand, and then attaching the ankle-cuff of one of the spreaders. He then attached it to Susan's ankle, so that they both had to put one leg out behind themselves. They were a little thankful for the wrist cuffs bearing a little of their weight. When he did the same on the other side, they found themselves in a much worse position: they were forced to put much more weight on the cuffs, and their chests were pressed together.

It was only a moment before Leona was spraying their ass-cheeks and thighs with sanispray, and only a moment after that, she hit Ksenia with her first stroke. It was not as bad as the last one, but it still stung and burn very badly.

Susan's voice rang out in her ear. "Three, twenty-two left, thank you mistress." Over Susan's shoulder, she could barely see Robert's back swing. The smack of Susan's first caning of the night was very loud, and Susan whimpered.

"One, thirty-four left, thank you, mistress."

"I'm going to forgive you that little protestation because it was the first caning of the night, but the next time will add to your count," Leona said, and caned Ksenia again, as hard as the second time. Ksenia knew she wasn't really trying to draw blood, whatever she'd said, but she was edging close to breaking the skin.

This went on for some time, and with each blow that she took and each blow that struck the body pressed up to hers, which she had the duty of recording, she felt more and more the ecstasy of pain and submission. Tears flowed freely.

At last, she was done with her own caning and her job was merely to hang there and count Susan's strokes while her own ass burned as though she'd sat on a barbecue grill. Finally she got to say "Thirty five, none left, thank you mistress."

Ksenia felt the indescribable pain of Leona smacking her on the leg . "None left, if you please, mistress. I can always add more. Robert, get them down, take off her chastity belt and get the re generator wand. I want these canings to hurt for about five more minutes and then you can heal them. No more than that though. Wouldn't want scars!"

Robert pulled a key from his jeans pocket, and without ceremony, opened the chastity belt, took it off her and carried it into the storage room. Ksenia felt even naked er, as though part of her skin had dropped off and revealed tenderer, more private skin beneath. She was aware that the smell was rather raw. With nothing else to do, she rested her head on Susan's shoulder. Susan rubbed her ear up against Ksenia's temple.

Leona and Robert walked out, hand in hand, probably going for a quickie in the master bedroom.

"Hey, I... I want to get to know you," Ksenia said.

"Take me out sometime," Susan purred. "You've already seen me at my worst. Hell, I guess I'm shopping for wigs again."

The aftercare that night felt well-earned.