*Pierre* - violence I could not believe my ears as Merna stepped forward and claimed she was at fault for everything. Sadragon grabbed my hand, stopping me from moving. The other hunters saw what was going on between us, “do not move, you will only make things worse for your friend and yourself.” Sadragon whispered so that only those around would hear what was spoken. My vision was starting to blur as the Master’s son hit Merna. It did not feel like the punishment was going to end. A few of the hunters were grinning, enjoying the whole scene. For others like myself, this did not settle well. I was starting to lose all of my senses as I wanted to go to my friend's aid. Many started to chuckle when the Master took over Merna’s punishment. It took one strike and she fell forward. Merna’s body was lifted and taken out of the location. “Bring me the new recruitment!” The Master bellowed. Sadragon grasped the upper part of my arm. I could tell that when I refed my arm out of his grasp and stomped towards the Master. I knew that no matter what I was not going to fall. “Hold him!” The Master ordered. I stood where I was to be with my arms crossed my chest, “do you think I am so weak that I need support?” I moved my feet so that they were shoulder-width. “Do your best, if you can manage that. Or are you accustomed to hitting weak defenceless women?” This earned me a growl from many who were in this location. “His behavioural recorrecting is going to be enjoyable!” The one that was standing near the Master spoke. I gave the Master a tooth grin, “as I figured!” I stood in my spot as the whip cracked on my hide. I clenched my teeth not letting a sound escape. Repeating this process I did not falter, I stood my ground, focusing solely on the Master. We dared the other to break first! *Emma* I have no idea how long I had been in the tub but the ice was all melted and now I was praying for death. My teeth were chattering and I was cold as fuck. The lights were dimming and my eyes were closing when I heard something moving around. A broad bastard was strolling down the stairs heading towards me.“What all by yourself?” I asked the brute. The male shook his head back and forth with a smile on his face. “You still have yet to learn your lesson.” He smiled at me with a toothy grin. This grin sent a shiver down my spine. The look in his eyes told me that he was more dangerous than Markous. I swallowed the saliva that was pooling in my mouth, “what are you going to do to me?” Fear was evident in my tone. With a slight movement of his hand, I was levitated above the tub and heading toward the table. He did not need others to do the dirty work he had the power to move objects with his hands. “Who are you?” I shrieked trying to move off of the table. This male was looking around the area, instinct told me to follow his gaze. Once again he motioned his hand. I could hear a trolly move toward the location that we were at. I gasped once I saw a table with a cloth covering what I could only assume were torture tools. “Ashur!” He said with a toothy grin, “it seems that you need to be broken. How that is done is up to you!” “I will do anything you want!” Panic and fear hit me all at once. “It is not all that easy, silly IT.” Ashur started to laugh. “See …” He laughed more but with more malice, “when my mother can not get the property to do as they are told …” Ashur played with the cloth, “Father calls me!” “I am sorry! I will listen now …” I stuttered, “I have learned my lesson!” “Pick a number between one and six?” Ashur’s eyes were blackened, and his facial expression showed that he was about to enjoy what he had planned for me. “Please do not do this!” I pleaded, hoping he would hear the desperation in my voice. “Some call me the punisher!” Ashur revealed the first tool from underneath the cloth. “My skill is healing … when I want to!” Placing the blade in the air, he twisted it as he inspected the knife. "Tho I prefer pain!" Ashur brought out a container. Sitting it on top of the table he uncorked it. The fragrance was sweet and pleasant to my nose. At first, I would have thought it was some kind of rubbing oil. Until Ashur placed the blade into the oil. “This is going to hurt you a great deal! This oil intensifies the pain that it will feel.” Dipping the blade into the oil he allowed the remnants to drop back into the container. “Since it can not choose a number, I have to pick it!” An evil smirk was on his face. “I am going to enjoy your screams. I grant you the right to scream as loud and long as you want. I will feed off your pain!”I glanced briefly at the twitching of his loincloth. There was no doubt in my mind that he was going to enjoy every second of my pain. This is when the sensation of fear kicked in. I have never felt this deep profound sense of fear in my life. Smiling in the air, as Ashur glared at the blade that was in his hand, he revealed the other nine objects that had been covered. That is when I knew that I had crossed the line that I was not going to get back from. Ashur glared at me as he glided the blade across my exposed breast. The blade had not even pierced my skin and I was crying and begging for him not to harm me. “Let us play shall we!” Ashur’s eyes began to glow yellow. *Ashur* - Midevil torture and violence I was informed that two hundred and nine were not responding to the behavioural modification methods. Mother had informed me that father had wanted to sell her as a breeder-pleasure. Due to two hundred and nine hostility, it had been docked down to a breeder. This only happened when someone angered my mother. She may not have much of a voice when it comes to the routines that are performed here, though when a female is being disorderly, she has a lot of power. I made sure two hundred and nine saw me bringing in tools on a tray that was hidden. I could smell the fear rolling off of two hundred and nine. I thought for sure all I would have to do was a clitoral removal. Any fool with a brain cell to rub together would realize what this area was meant for. Using my powers I moved two hundred and nine from the ice tub to the slab. Unable to wiggle around due to my power of control. I readied myself to get to work! When two hundred and nine had refused to pick a number, my mind could not comprehend why human borns would behave like this. ‘So be it!’ “You can not do anything to me!” Two hundred and nine started to laugh, “The Master …” She said sarcastically, “does not want his property to be damaged!” “Pleasures are not to be damaged!” I corrected her, “breeders …” I lowered the tone of my voice, “no one cares about but their organs and womb.” I revealed the covered tools that I was going to use. I got my straight bar, connecting the end to her ankles. Two hundred and nine legs were spread two feet. Grabbing my other bars I connected one end to each ankle. I placed an iron collar on its neck, and then getting the bars previously, I connected the end to the collar. The whole time two hundred and nine was screaming at me wanting to know what I was going to do with her. With two hundred and nine demobilized, I grabbed the pear of anguish.Its eyes widened as I brought it closer. I licked my lips “Mouth … birthing hole … anus? Which one should this go into?” It tried to shake her head no. “You monster!” She screamed. “You do not have a say!” I jammed the pear into two hundred and nine’s birthing hole, “it will heal before you grow swollen with child!” I hissed at her. Two hundred and nine screamed for help as I howled with laughter. “No one is coming! Scream all you want, if anything it will turn the hunters on getting them ready to fuck you.” I strolled over to the torch and placed a blade into the fire, heating the blade. I let out a malicious laugh, “you should have obeyed my mother.” Getting to work I cut off two hundred and nine clitoris. Twisting the screw to the pear it spread open, opening the birthing canal two inches more. It had screamed so much that her throat was becoming horse and raw. “If you ever felt pleasure before, when I am finished with you, you will never get self-gratification from intercourse ever again!” Placing the four-inch iron rod into the fire, I left it there. “Mouth or anus?” Rapidly two hundred and nine shook her head back and forth. “You do not have a say!” I left the rod in the fire and strolled over to two hundred and nine, “open your mouth!” Two hundred and nine did as told as I wiped out my dick and placed it in her mouth. “Swallow!” I ordered as I filled her mouth up with urine. It must have thought I was going to make her perform oral sex, she was not expecting me to degrade her by urinating in her mouth. Spiting the liquid out in my direction, “You monster!” “I think we have established that already! No wonder my kind thinks so little of your existence.” I grabbed the scold bridle off of the wall and placed it on two hundred and nine’s head. It whined at the pressure of the scold bridle. Gathering the well-heated rod I jammed it in two hundred and nine’s rectum to its full length burning the flesh on the inside. Tears rolled down two hundred and nine’s face as she tried to get away from the object that was causing her pain. To two hundred and nine’s horror, I was not finished. Twisting the screw again I spread the birthing canal to the max, taking the inside flesh, allowing her to bleed all over. Taking the pear and rod out, I glared at her with a great deal of hatred. There was still fire in her eyes. I knew that if given the chance two hundred and nine would rebel. “I will be back later for our next session! I will leave you here, to contemplate whether you are going to behave or if you need another lesson in pain and obedience.” I placed my hand over the areas that were bleeding. Stopping the bleeding but leaving the injury that I had caused, I left the area, placing the rod back in the fire. A reminder to two hundred and nine, that I had plans of using the rod again.