[Larzaius]

Sherri looked out the windows of the huge manor and looked outside longingly. How long had it been since her life had gotten even worse? How long since she was practically sold into slavery when Cathy got bored of her as a toy? The send off was less than kind as she had been beaten for Cathy's amusement. How the boys surrounded her with their belts and proceeded to beat her.... The memory was still fresh in her head. The doorbell rang and Sherri felt humiliated as she went to answer dressed in her very small maid's outfit and not permitted to wear underwear. She had spent eight months cleaning Cathy's house and servicing Cathy's guests. Wether she spent four hours on her her knees with her mouth open for cock at the door, using her ass to rent porn, or just running errands while dressed like a complete whore, she obeyed. Then Cathy got bored with her. She soon learned that she was being sold and going over seas. For the first time in a long time Sherri tried to rest. She took a shot of her tainted wine. It was the only thing that made her life bearable. She guessed it could have been worse. She was purchased as a gift for the nephew of some count in a small European country. At first meeting she could see the nephew was a sadist. She remembered receiving her assignment. She was to be a servant and a whipping bitch. She was dolled up in a french maid's outfit and made to clean and serve food but she knew she was also a source of amusement. She remembered the first time she was treated as such. She was already forced to wear the maid costume with no underwear and her Master was waiting for her with a rider's crop with him. She went over to him.
“Very nice, now do you know why you are here?”
“To serve you sir,” Sherri said looking at the floor.
"You have to understand something bitch," she was told as she was grabbed viciously by the brute that owned her. "You're a whipping bitch now, a piece of fuck meat for me to take out my aggression on. Now get on your knees with our hands behind your back." Sherri remembered how scared she had felt as she heard the orders, but she was even more scared to disobey. She got on her knees and put her hands behind her back. He sneered as he grabbed his rider's crop and approached her. He teased her neck with the crop and then he pulled down her top, exposing her breasts and lightly whipped them. She whimpered but said nothing, fearing reprisal. “Good, it seems you understand your place. Now get up and get to work, I have guests arriving soon” When they arrived she was made to serve tea to them and watched as they leered at her. Then one of the guests picked up his cup and poured the contents on the floor.
“Clumsy bitch, look what you did,” he said pointing at the mess. She looked at the group nervously.
“Well clean it up,” another one told her. Sherri sighed and went to get a rag. “Where the hell are you going?” her owner cussed at her.
“To get a rag sir,” she said trying not to look at them.
'Stupid cunt. You're wearing your rag.”
"You heard him. Take it off and clean up this mess!"
"But my uniform, it's the only one I have."
"The bitch has a point," one of the guests pointed out before throwing his coffee at her chest. The liquid soaked through her skimpy uniform top causing her pain as it burned her. "There, now it's a rag. Clean it up.
"Yes sir," Sherri sobbed, removing the top and exposing her breasts. She bent over the spill and started using her uniform shirt to mop up the spilled tea. She cried as she removed her uniform
“I have a better idea,” one of them said, stopping her. “Let’s use her tits instead.”
“Good idea. Now bitch, I want you to go to the linen's closet and get us some towels.”
“Yes sir,” Sherri nodded, scared of what was going to happen next. She came back with some towels. “Good now get on your knees in front of us.” She sobbed but complied to his orders.
“Just like a true American slut,” one of the men commented, wetting and rolling up the towel. He then flung his arm back and struck her tits with the towel. The blow left a red welt on her breasts. She was about to back up when her hair was grabbed and she was brought back to them.
“We're not done yet, you will stay there until we tell you that you can leave.” Sherri whimpered as each of the men slapped at her breasts. She screamed as all the sadist slapped away at her. “Now thank us you American slut. Every time one of us hits you, you should thank us and ask for another. Sherri stayed as her Master and his guests continued to abuse her breasts. She remembered to thank and ask for more each time. Her Master then pushed her to the ground.
“Thank you sir, can I have more,” she cried.
“Use your tits and mop up this mess.” Sherri sobbed, looking quite pathetic trying to mop the tea spill with her tits. Instead, all she was doing was spreading the mess and getting her tits messy.
“You useless American whore, use your tongue then.” She lapped up the tea with her tongue. "Now lick up this mess," he ordered. Sherri found her face pushed to the floor. She sobbed and stuck out her tongue and started lapping tea off the floor. A sudden sharp pain struck her ass. "ow!" she cried. She turned to see them taking turns and hitting her ass with their towels. She cried out in pain. Her tongue continued lapping the tea off the floor as her ass fell victim to the cruel towel assault. “Get your ass in the air.” She did as instructed and received more slaps from the wet towels being used by the cruel guests. She finally finished cleaning up the tea. “Now what do you say?”
“Thank you sir,” she whimpered not looking up at him. Her Master dismissed her, she got up and bowed like a proper maid and went to get cleaned up. Her tits were covered with tea and welts, her ass covered in wet towel marks. She tried her best not to cry. She suspected if she did her Master would give her an even worse reason to cry. Sherri had been tortured like this at least once or twice a week. They would just do this to her hurt her without violating her. The pain was just for their amusement and not so much for discipline. Sherri had been dismissed, not even violated. She went back to her room where the bowl of dog food was waiting for her. It had been laced with the drug which her keeper used to his advantage. He had altered a video dialogue with a paid actress to make it look like her aunt. Her aunt finally expressed pride with her niece and Sherri clung to the praise. Her Master then threatened to reveal what a whore she was unless she behaved herself.
“No please, don’t tell my aunt,” Sherri begged them. “I’ll do whatever you tell me.”
Now Sherri found herself on her knees eating her food like she was trained to. She never complained anymore since the threats of her exposure.
“Come with me.” Her cruel Master brought her down to one of his garages where a van was parked. He opened the van to reveal a young American woman in her early twenties. She was chained to a ring attached to the bottom of the van. “This is Jennifer, she's on loan to me right now, but we'll be returning her in a couple of days. Sherri looked at the young tourist, she had long flowing red hair and a petite little body. She just looked at the floor and Sherri could tell that Jennifer had been subjected to her own form of education. Her Master held out a whip. Sherri looked at her Master in confusion. “Take this and make her breasts as red as her hair. Sherri stared at her Master, he never asked his slave in assisting in disciplining other slaves before, she had never even seen other slaves before.
“Master, I don't think...”
“That's right you don't think. You obey”
“Please sir I, I can't!” He grabbed her roughly by the hair and ordered her to her feet.
"You need to learn your place.” He took her down to his private dungeon. A place that Sherri had only seen twice, that was all she needed to see. It was a stone cobbled room designed to look like a medieval dungeon and it came with all the old fashioned toys. Sherri silently cried as he pointed to the stocks. “Get in,” he ordered, opening the board that would hold her head and hands. She didn't hesitate already knowing there were worse things then the stocks.