Hazel's POV
Nine years ago:
"Oh, sweet Hazel," the trainer taunts over me as he pushes my small body against one of the metal punishment tables. He grabs my hair and yanks me forward toward him again, taking a deep whiff of my hair.
He suddenly pulls my head to the side making me stumble to follow after him. "Sweet, sweet, Hazel. I hope you know that you made a grave mistake," he says in a singsong voice, sounding pleased that I had been sent to punishment.
"Please, Master Aaron," I plead before my head is slammed into the metal table. Stars form in my vision and a hand wraps around my throat.
"Who told you to speak?" His voice going cold. Tears slip freely from my eyes and I hate myself even more.
I knew not to speak out without permission.
He roughly lifts me up a little bit before slamming me back down again. My small body shakes, his roughness jarring the bones inside my already frail body. "I asked you a question. Who said you could speak?" He asks in a deadly calm voice.
"No one, Sir," I croak out, my hands trying to pry his hand from my neck.
He finally releases my throat and I cough and gasp. He steps away from me and goes over to get something on the wall.
I turn on my side, facing away from him, coughing up saliva.
A hand grasps my hair and I'm pulling back again. I scramble, my back hitting his chest.
I try to get away from him, but he grabs my inner thigh, stilling my movements.
The old clothing I'm wearing doesn't cover much, exposing lots of the skin on my legs as he lifts my knees up. I shake and fight the feeling of throwing up as he traces patterns on my inner thighs.
"Y-you aren't supposed to touch me there," I stutter as his fingers start to trace over my underwear.
He yanks my head back, making my look up at him. His grip on my thigh tightens and I whimper. "What was that?"
I let out shaky breathes, not daring to tell him what he can and can't do.
His hand continues to venture further up my dress and he finally pulls the fabric up, exposing my underwear. "Sweet, sweet, Hazel," he whispers in my ear, making shivers of disgust run down my back.
His hand gropes my intimates and I bite my lip, silencing my whimpers as he molests me. "How old are you now?" He asks, not even letting me get in an answer, "You're getting to be such a big girl," he taunts, finally moving his hand from between my legs and starting to massage my thighs roughly.
"E-eleven," I stutter out after he stops talking, making him chuckle.
"So young and just so sweet." His lips press to the side of my neck. I shake vigorously, hating the feeling of his lips on my neck. "How about I make you a deal?" He asks me.
I nod my head, more tears slipping down my face. I know this won't be any sort of deal I will be happy about.
"If you lay real nice and still for me like the good little whore you'll grow up to be, I'll make sure to let you swallow my seed?"
I nod my head in acceptance, knowing that is the only answer I'm allowed. "Mmm? Isn't that a nice deal to make with you? I could just let you spend the next week on an empty stomach," he says to me, his grip tightening in my hair.
"Yes! Yes! Thank you, Master Aaron," I gasp out frantically.
He roughly lets my hair go and I pant in fear of what he will do next. A knock on the door makes my heart stop, hope rising inside me at the prospect of a savior.
My hopes crash down upon me when I see a familiar dominant come in. He smiles cruelly at me and chuckles when he sees how Master Aaron has my dress up, so I am exposed.
"You showing this little girl how to be a good little whore?" He asks Master Aaron, making him laugh.
"Not yet. I will after her punishment," Master Aaron's hands dig into my sides painfully bringing more tears to my eyes. "Will you help me tie her arms down?"
"Yeah. You want just her arms restrained?" Master Eric asks and Master Aaron responds with a nod.
"Tell me, Hazel. How do you like strawberries?" Strawberries? I haven't had one in a while, but I like them.
"I-I like them," I stutter.
Retribution is taken immediately, and my face swigs to the side as Master Aaron backhands me. "What have I told you about stuttering?" He snaps at me.
"N-not to do it." I put my hands up to protect me, but they are pulled away and hit again. I whimper in pain, not daring to speak again in fear of stuttering.
"That's right. I told you not to do it, so why are you stuttering?" He asks me angrily as Master Eric roughly ties my hands down. The rope he uses is rough, and rubs at my skin, making more tears prick my eye as he tightens it.
I cry quietly as Master Aaron gets up in my face. I turn away, not daring to look at him. He chuckles, sending shivers down my spine before he pulls away from me.
I let out a ragged breath, relieved that he is out of my face. "Do you know what this is, Hazel?" Master Aaron asks, pulling something from behind his back.
He brings it in front of me and my blood runs cold at the knife is his hand. My body shakes even more as he brings the knife closer to my skin.
I close my eyes tightly and suck in a deep breath, holding it and trying to make myself pass out.
Something sharp digs into my thigh and my eyes shoot open and oxygen rushes into my lungs. "Close your fucking eyes again, Hazel, and I swear to God, I'll cut them out," Master Aaron says darkly.
I whimper and nod, giving up on trying to pass out. If he's this mad about me closing my eyes, he won't hesitate to hurt me more for passing out during a punishment.
"Keep your eyes open, Hazel." He drags the knife along my inner thigh, while running his nose along my neck. He increases his pressure without me having to provoke him and I suddenly understand why Master Eric is here.
My legs jerk up as Master Aaron drags the knife into my leg. I watch in horror as he digs it into my inner thigh and drags it down, drawing blood.
Screams leave my lips as I watch blood ooze from the wound. My back arches up off the table and Master Eric's grip tightens, hurting me even more.
Master Aaron pulls the knife away and brings it to his nose. He hums and brings it down to my face to see. My own blood drips down onto my face and I sob as pain consumes my leg.
"I like strawberries too, but you know what I love most?" He asks me rhetorically. Both Masters smiles cruelly at me, "The taste." He brings the knife up and licks my blood from it.
My body shakes as I cry, my brain too over loaded with fear to fight them. "Did you know your blood taste just like it?" He tease me, being the knife back down to the same leg and pressing the tip in it again, dragging it down again. "Just like strawberries..."
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I sit curled up in my cage, my head down, waiting for my training session. My body aches too much to sleep, but I know I'll regret deciding not to when I'm halfway through training tomorrow.
I am somewhat comforted by the knowledge that even if I tried to sleep, I probably won't be allowed anyway.
Two of the trainers come in looking far too happy to be here. One of their faces twists in distaste, "Holy fuck, it smell like shit!" He is loud, not paying any regard to the fact that many submissives are trying to sleep between training and punishment sessions.
The other man draws my gaze immediately, my eyes widening at they take in his enormous size. I sink into the back of my cage, intimidated by the beast of a dominant .
He isn't like a body builder, but he is huge, not only in height, but in broadness. He is a giant. He seems much less happy to be here and a blush fills my cheeks knowing it probably has to do with the horrid smell.
What are we to do though when we aren't allowed to shower though?
My attention is draw back to the other dominant. Although he isn't as big, he seems much more cruel. Continuing with his carelessness, he walks around starting to kick our cages, not only making us all cower away, but also waking up anyone who was trying to sleep in the very few hours we are allowed to.
The one trainer continues to go down the line, pulling his foot back and kicking the cages as hard as he can, jolting the line of subs awake as all their cages shake. "God it smells disgusting," he says, jostling all the cages.
My mind is pulled away from the trainer when I remember the large dominant. The man doesn't join in with the other trainer in rattling our cages, he goes straight about his business.
My anxiety starts to peak when the trainer closes distance between himself and my row. My heart palpitates in my chest even worse when he comes closer to my cage.
I let out a deep breath of relief when he stops just short of mine, stopping at someone else's cage.
I know he is here to get her for punishment, but I can't feel anything but relief that he wasn't here to punish me.
His hands and feet look unforgiving and I can't imagine how painful it would be to be victim to them.
The dominant stares at the sleeping submissive for a moment before suddenly kicking her cage too. I jump back at the outburst, smacking my head on my small cage.
The dominant doesn't realize he has scared me or the other submissives by doing so, only focused on the sub who is now awake.
A groan leaves the girls lips and he unlatches her cage, dragging her out by her arm. "Get up," He commands in annoyance, not seeming to care that her legs are probably asleep.
The other trainer suddenly appears beside the large dominant and I hide behind my knees. Both dominants watch in delight as the girl struggled to get up.
She makes a fatal mistake as she reaches out for help, clutching onto the large dominants leg.
I know his response before he even moves. His jaw ticks and in a second, he sends her to the floor again with the back of his large hand. "You filthy little whore. Don't you ever touch me again."
The submissive gasps and puts her arms up for protection, not that it would help her any. "See? I told the other trainers you weren't soft," the other says happily, shaking his head. "They didn't seem to believe me, but I told them you were just holding back in front of us."
My chest clenches in fear, not wanting them to start displaying that they weren't 'soft'.
"Get up," The large dominant says sternly to the girl on the floor, not caring that she is in tears, or that she is so malnourished she can barely stand.
She scrambled around, trying to obey. This time she does not dare to reach for help. She holds her cheek, tears already in her eyes as she grabs onto her cage and uses it to help her up.
Once she is standing, he snatches her by her hair and starts to drag her out. She whimpers and yells stumbling after him, but he continues on, uncaring.