Multiple penetration and Pain training

As soon as we had finished our urine training and cleaned and perfumed ourselves we were immediately in our multiple penetration lesson. For another hour we had to serve four Trainers at once, which of course meant one of our holes would always have two penises inside it. Our mouths, vaginas, and, always, our poor bottoms...

And sometimes as many as three would push into our sexual-holes.

We all noticed that in this session, our bottoms would be used first, with us bent double or with a trainer underneath us and one pushing in from above, and then our mouths would be filled with the same penises, for us to clean them before they were pushed into our vaginas, whether on our backs or on our knees, thus, stretched and penetrated in that set sequence we were always having the taste of our own bottoms in our mouths and on our tongues... strange musky flavours we knew we must get used to. We always had to show willing.

As five of us were in the room at once and there were 20 male and female (with their big thick dildos) trainers constantly moving us and positioning us to be penetrated, our bodies in constant use... and, if we were seen to be "unoccupied" then the male Trainers would put our tongues to good use, for we must be totally used to the taste and smell of men!

Sometimes the female Trainers would bind us with rough hemp ropes as they pommeled us with big dildos, and at other times we were kneeling on cushions, our bottoms and vaginas very accessible and our mouths being constantly used to clean, taste and lubricate the penises and dildos.

The hour tested our stamina and ability to pleasure many at the same time, we all knew we’d have to serve in many many orgies in the years to come and that this training was ever so important. During these sessions we were sometimes given stockings to wear as we would be during palace orgies, I always thought that when they put us in clothes they used us even more strenuously!.

Finally, at the end of the hour the male trainers ejaculated over our faces as we sucked on their penises, or simply covered our faces and spurted into our open mouths and we swallowed all their semen... we all knew this was just the beginning and we’d be tested on our ability to swallow large amounts of semen in a months time.

One might even finish by urinating into our mouths as well, since we had just com from our urine training this was simply reinforcing our obedience...

Then at last our most feared part of the day began - our pain tolerance session, there were few breaks in the second month as we learned to offer ourselves for continual pleasure...and pain. To further test our obedience and stamina the first 30 minutes of this hour was spent in an upright kneeling position on the cold concrete floor, with a steel collar around our necks to pull us up should we waver. We were to hold our mouths open, part our legs and put our hands on our heads. Then, exposed and displayed like this the Trainers moved around us with their canes, expertly striking at our naked bottoms, thighs and backs.

This was very hard indeed, each swoosh of the cane through the air had us bracing for the sting on our poor skin, we were not to move, of course, and those that shamefully did were soon dragged up by the collars and caned even harder.

Our poor backs and bottoms were soon a mess of red cuts and welts, our knees were sore and our jaws aching, the contrast between our untouched fronts and hot stinging backs made us even more uncomfortable but we knew, once again, we must be resilient and endure this important part of our training so that we could easily serve in the palace. At last, the 30 minutes passed and we collapsed onto all fours, our backs burning and our Trainers preparing the second half of the session by changing their canes to little leather whips and floggers.

Having had our backs worked it was now the turn of our breasts to suffer. To begin with we were all tied to ropes above our heads so that our breasts were easily accessible, some of us were ball-gagged for this as well; those who were known to make too much noise when beaten - a trait that a chattel should never have! Hanging there, the Trainers would start to beat our poor breasts with their instruments...

If not all gagged we would yelp and jump in the ropes...it was very very painful and many of us bruised quite badly!

Eventually let down we had one last test of pain before being dismissed. We had to stand still (legs apart as always) and hold our breasts up and together so that they could be continually flogged with the leather stingers for at least ten minutes, or until we could take no more and let them go...

Of course, the longer we could hold them up the better our report would be to the Senior Testing Trainers and the Chatelaine every day. Many of the girls couldn't hold their breasts up long and would let them fall and try to cover them, if they did so the Trainers simply grabbed their hands, held them up and would beat their nipples directly... because refusal was never an option for a chattel, ever!

I would try my best and usually did well in these pain tolerance sessions (both my father and inn-keeper having beat me when I worked in our town) and this was entered into my training report...

(Beautiful pictures of so many cocks inside the chattels...and their whipping and caning!: https://tatyanas-story.blogspot.com/2019/10/multiple-penetration-and-pain-training.html)