Testing our tolerance to pain!

With semen dripping from our vaginas and bottom holes and even smeared all over our faces and breasts we were told by our Head Trainer that our “sex-tests” were complete and we were now allowed 15 minutes for ablutions and to wash. Adjacent to the room in which we’d all been penetrated so many times was a small ante-chamber with two metal WCs and showers with soap, cloths and towels. Gratefully we used the toilets, not caring that we were in full view of each other (we were already realising there would never be privacy in the harem), and then all washed our bodies as best we could in that short time.

Having dried ourselves, the Trainers attached our collars again and we were quickly marched on our leashes to another large room and instructed to all stand with our arms folded behind us and our legs wide apart. We stood in silence, five naked chattels-in-training, very scared about what was to happen - the Chatelaine had explained some of it hours ago - and our Head Trainer explained in detail the next 45 minutes.

First our vulvas would be hit at least 30 times with a leather flogger, this was the minimum requirement but if we were still able to stand more (judged, she said, by our noise, posture and labia colour) then the Trainer would continue in increments of 5 until it was obvious we’d reached our lower pain tolerance level, the higher would be achieved in our three months of training.

After this we were allowed 2 minutes of rest and must then kneel and hold our breasts up, so they could be tested in the same way, but with a horse-whip (this sounded awful to me), we’d then be allowed 3 minutes of rest.

Finally, our poor bottoms, many already stinging and red from being flogged in our “copulation test” would be given another test; we would bend and hold our ankles in order to present our cheeks and they’d be caned in the same sequence of strokes.

And so it began... our female Head Trainer stood aside as five more very muscular Trainers walked in with their floggers and canes and immediately started beating our exposed vulvas, each strike caused more pain and heat, not only on our tender labia but also on our bottoms as the leather strands wrapped up between our open thighs. I began to shriek as my vulva and pouty labia became redder and redder as each strike intensified the pain from the last but I stood as upright as I could, my arms behind my back until, at 30 strokes I just bent forward, sobbing a little and grabbed my red hot stinging lips to shield them... but the Trainer had stopped, I’d taken my first 30.

Breathing hard we all took a break, although Katya (our pretty aristocrat) was still enduring the flogging (she later told us that her father had often sent her to the Aristocratic Punishment Office for obedience training and that this helped her take a lot more pain than the rest of us commoners!) and she took 50 strokes before collapsing on the floor and shielding her now bright red vulva - the Trainer was very satisfied with her... and gave her five more on the floor!

After the 2 minutes (less time for Katya as they'd only just finished on her) we all stood up as straight as we could again, placed our hands behind our backs, our red welted vulva's and crotch on vivid display, and were then told to kneel and brace ourselves for the cane on our breasts.

The Trainer flogging me was a very muscular man and the first strike of the bendy cane across my big boobs brought tears to my eyes and a livid red stripe across my white skin, he smiled menacingly and brought another two down in quick succession, hitting my boobs just above my large nipples...then, with the next two strokes he hit right on my nipples, making me shriek very loudly! I knew I was being silly, the other girls were a lot calmer and taking more strokes than me, but my round boobs have always been tender - a trait that the aristocrats of the Palace would very much enjoy as they squeezed them in the years to come!

After another ten strokes I was sobbing and my boobs were a mess of little stinging red stripes but still the Trainer continued and I did my upmost to keep pushing my big breasts even further upwards and hoping their torment would be over soon...another six, this time on my poor nipples, turning them bright red, and strangely erect so that I realised the pain was starting to excite me because I was doing what the Chatelaine said we must do as she talked to us this morning... imagine the pain was being caused by a beautiful young Contessa or a handsome Molonian Prince or the King himself and what an honour it was. Soon we were all to learn it would be months before we did service a handsome Prince - but our poor breasts would certainly be tormented... and for those who served the King Himself, that was supposed to be the worst pain of all!

Eventually the breast flogging ended for all of us and we were told to stand, sobbing and aching, our proud breasts all striped and red but knowing we had at least passed this test. We would have 3 minutes to catch our breath during which the Trainers told us to raise our arms above our heads and not touch our breasts at all, but instead to relish in the pain and understand our position of Servitude...

Now it was the turn of our bottoms to receive the cane, already tender and red from the smacks we’d had whilst being copulated with they’d now get another 30 more from fresh canes the Trainers were taking from the rack in the corner. As instructed, we all now turned around, bent over with our legs together and grabbed our ankles, exposing our firm round bottoms to the gaze of our Trainers.

The instant we had hold of our ankles the caning began with no warning; ten quick, hard and very painful strokes sliced into our naked flesh, making us all gasp together so that the room was filled with the hiss of canes and the cries of us girls undergoing our testing. I could feel my rosey cheeks getting redder and the welts rising on them when, to my further surprise, the cane sliced into the tops of my thighs too with five accurate strokes burning into my soft skin.

One after the other the hissing strokes hit my poor bottom (and even caught my already swollen labia again) but I felt I could stand it if I concentrated on my new honourable purpose in life - "To Serve Their Imperial Majesties and Their Court" - and so, at 30 strokes, even though I was gasping and aching to shield my burning cheeks I was still bent over ready to take more.

And take more I did, along with Katya who was also still bent double. The male Trainers beating our bottoms continued with a further ten strokes until the stinging really did get too much for me and I shrieked and placed my hands over my striped bottom cheeks, my Trainer laughed and sliced four more strokes into my thighs but then stopped, spanked me once with his big hand and told me to stand upright in Position One, which I did, even though I really wanted to rub my poor bottom with my hands, instead of having them on my head. Katya took another ten stokes, she really seemed to enjoy being flogged and then it was all suddenly all over...her bottom, and mine, were a pretty mess of bright red lines and welts!

And so, nearly ten hours after we had entered the Royal Molonian Harem all our initial testing was completed, we were all so very sore and tired - and of course we would experience a lot of pain, in many ways, for the pleasure of the aristocracy in the years to come!

But there was still more to get through before we could even think of any rest, next we would be fitted with our anal hooks - a piece of steel which every harem chattel would become very very familiar with...

(with many painful pictures Dear Reader - https://tatyanas-story.blogspot.com/2019/10/testing-our-tolerance-to-pain.html)