The Training (Part IV)

They entered the room, two indigenous people, who, without speaking or looking at them, proceeded to wash them meticulously, apply oils, wax their pubic hair, depilate their armpits, and dress them in blue and green striped swimsuits, and a high, black leather collar with iron rivets that made it heavier and more uncomfortable.

At 9:00 PM, the Executioner handcuffed them and led them to the main hall of the house, where Herr Karl was waiting, sitting on a plush sofa, with his feet resting on the back of a slave, while another, on the side, held a drink for him.

The Executioner placed them in front of the Master, at the other end of the hall, about 5 meters away from him. Between them and the Master, there was an empty space. Only the sound of the Master taking a sip of his drink could be heard, everything else seemed suspended.

Herr Karl snapped his fingers, and the Executioner, with a brief and precise order, instructed them to begin: two slaves, AR-3 and M-5, the Algerian and the Mexican, about 178 cm tall, the first, and a bit taller, the second, both with very short hair, with their names tattooed on both arms, muscular, athletic, completely depilated, wearing tight latex swimsuits, their only clothing, which accentuated their genitals and rounded, uplifted buttocks. Both entered and approached Herr Karl, kissing his feet.

- Stand up, with your eyes on the ground, hands behind your back, and legs apart, the Master asked:

- Who are you?

- Your slaves, Sir?

- What do you want?

- To please you, Sir?

- In what way?

- In any way you wish, Sir?

- Well, let the Executioner do what he must do.

The Executioner approached and separated the slaves, placing them one in front of the other, so that Cuan and the Greek could no longer see part of the slaves' backs.

- The two dogs, lift your eyes - the Executioner ordered, addressing Cuan and the Greek.

Both obeyed, and Cuan could finally see the Master's face. He seemed to see the embodiment of Authority: that face projected power, and he felt completely trapped.

- We're going to start, are the slaves ready? - the Executioner asked.

- Yes, Sir! - both responded.

- Well, today they will be nipples, lashes, and strength - the man sentenced, looking at them with a malicious expression.

Cuan watched, almost without blinking, deeply concentrated, with a free tremble that denoted the tension of the moment. He was nervous, expectant, and also excited.

The Executioner took metal clamps, with toothed tips, which, when opened and then closed on the nipples, made their tips penetrate the flesh, generating deep and tearing pain, which destroys the submissive and achieves pleasure in the sadists. The Master changed his expression when he saw the pain it caused in both slaves. That was what kept him alive.

The Executioner, having installed the c...