Lorenzo walks down the stairs, his pet trailing behind him. He goes through the door, and pauses for a moment to appreciate her pretty curled up form. It's always fun to see that useless slut properly torturing herself, and she looks so weak and vulnerable and helpless on that slab.

She'd look better on her knees, though. 

Lorenzo strides over to the slab and grabs her by the hair, dragging her off and out of the cold and onto the floor, pulling her head upwards so he can slap her a couple of times. "Get up, you dumb whore," he tells her, smiling cruelly down at her. 

She looks up at him immediately, shivering, her teeth chattering. "Th-thank you, Master," she says hoarsely, trying and failing to get off the floor and kneel properly while she's still mostly too cold to move.

Lorenzo grabs her by the throat, pull her upwards onto her knees. "I said get up you lazy bitch," he tells her, his eyes glowing as makes sure she feels bad about how lazy she's being right now.

She's trying and she can't and it's her fault, it's always her fault, she's lazy and stupid and worthless and she deserves to be punished—she wants to thank him again, for hurting her, for making her sorry, but her teeth are chattering and she can't pull her thoughts together into words—she hopes he's going to hurt her or rape her or both, to punish her, because she deserves it, and she's terrified because it's going to be awful, but that's good, she should be terrified and miserable and in pain, he always knows exactly what to do with her, it's so good that she belongs to him—she stares into his eyes, grateful for his touch and how it hurts her, grateful for his power and how it makes her feel as awful as she deserves, how it makes her know that she deserves it—

(—and it's her fault because—because—because she fucked up, her power put her on the cold stone to punish her for fucking up, so if she hadn't fucked up she'd be able to kneel for her Master, and then she'd still be a stupid lazy worthless piece of garbage but at least she'd have done one thing right—)

Lorenzo doesn't really care to wait while she gets her act together. He holds her up, hand around her throat, and interrogates her. "Did you manage to figure out how to fix things, this time, you useless slut?"

She tries to nod, and sort of manages, and that's not good enough, she's not good enough, she needs to answer him and she can't do it right, what's wrong with her—

Lorenzo doesn't particularly care that she's not really capable of answering properly at the moment. He's already getting hard from watching her like this and while other times he might punish the useless cunt for not answering properly, right now he's got other things on his mind. "That's good, you idiot whore, because that's your job. Which, when the buyers come tomorrow to pick up their merchandise, you better do without a single hitch this time. It's bad enough you fucked up already." 

She nods again, badly, again, staring into his eyes, blinking quick little blinks as she starts to cry from fear and guilt and misery. She mustn't let her tears get in the way of whatever he might want to do to her. She needs to be open to him at all times.

"You better hope you do," he says, switching his hands back so he can grab her by the hair, dragging her shivering worthless body towards the darkened room to the right. 

She does, she absolutely does, it would be terrible of her to fail him like that again—she tries so hard to go where he pulls her, to not make him do any more work than he has to, to keep looking at him as much as she can, but she's so cold and clumsy and weak and worthless—

The lights come up in the darkened room.

There are chains, and hooks, and things with spikes. There are clubs and whips and a wide variety of knives. There are things to tie people to and hang people from. It's always like this, although the details vary; today the space near the door has a long chain dangling invitingly from a ring on the ceiling.

The long chain is in fact rather inviting. Lorenzo wants to beat the stupid whore anyways, and the idea of her hanging from the ceiling helpless staring at him as he beats her body and mind makes his cock nice and hard. And she deserves it for being such a useless fucking whore and making him do all that work. 

Lorenzo drags her body through the door, dropping her on the floor, and reaches up to grab the chain. He reaches down to grab her arms from where they lay splayed on the ground, pulling them up in the air where she'd better hold them steady so he can do what he wants. He wraps the chain around both her wrists a couple of times, roughly, and pulls the chain through the loop, making sure it was taut enough to not come undone. 

"I hope you know, you ungrateful cunt," he says as he does this "that I managed to clean up your mess. Nothing can be traced back to your fuck-up, and none of the buyers were scared away by it either." His eyes glow as he projects shame in guilt into her mind, shame and guilt that she deserves. And he makes she the useless slut is grateful that someone more competent than she managed to fix her mistakes. She should be grateful that he keeps her around after such failures like that, making her Master do work because she couldn't do one thing right. 

She looks up at him, blinking tears from her eyes, and tries her best to hold still, and whimpers in grateful misery when he uses his power on her.

It's so good and important that he can do this to her. She's so grateful to him for letting her stay here and be useful to him in whatever ways she can even though she's such a complete piece of trash who can't do anything right. She's so grateful to him for being generous enough to punish her when she fucks up and forgiving enough not to kill her or, worse, let her go. It would be awful if he got rid of her, it would be the worst thing in the world, to be out there alone without her Master to use her, to hurt her, to make her sorry, to remind her what a worthless garbage slut she is. He always knows the right thing to do to her, the right way to make her feel. What would she be without him? A worthless garbage slut who can't even torture herself right, can't even hate herself right, and doesn't have anyone to do it for her. No, it's so much better to be here, with him, where he can decide exactly what to do with her, rape her or torture her at his whim, punish her for her inexcusable mistakes and for being the stupid worthless cunt that she is, make her feel the guilt and shame and misery that a useless whore like her should feel.

She's terrified of what he's going to do to her, and at the same time she welcomes it, knows that it's right for him to torture her, it's good that he's going to give her a little of the pain she deserves. She hopes he'll rape her afterward so at least she'll be useful as a warm body for him to fuck. The thought of it scares her, because it hurts so much to be touched and especially to be fucked and it'll be worse after she's been tortured, but that's good, it's good that she's scared, she should be scared of the things he does to her and then he should do them anyway, exactly when and how he pleases. She wants so badly to please him.

With an immense effort, she manages to gasp out the words, "Thank—you—for—hurting—me—"

Lorenzo smiles to himself when she says that. He's done such a good job with this stupid fuckhole. He sends one last blast of misery and guilt and gratefulness her way, and walks over to the other end of the chain. He pulls down on it, pulling the slut up in the air bit by bit until her feet are several inches from the floor. She slowly twists back and forth in place, but still obediently makes sure to do her best to look him in the eyes at all times. Just like she's supposed to. 

The nearby table is full of implements, but right now that thin wooden cane looks like it'll be the most fun. He picks it up, swishes it through the air, and walks over to the hanging whore, smiling at her grimly. "This is for making me clean up your mess," he tells her, and smacks the cane into her, across her stomach, leaving a bright red line where the wood met the flesh. His eyes glow, making she she's thankful for the punishment, making sure she knows she deserves this and is grateful for the punishment and the chance to please him. He raises the cane again for another swing. 

She flinches and gasps and sobs and stares into his eyes. She's so glad he's hurting her like this, making her miserable like this, making her grateful for it like this. She knows she deserves it and it's so generous of him to do this to her, to take his enjoyment in hurting her. He could have any slut in the world, and all of them are better than her, and yet here he is, giving his precious important time and attention to the most worthless cunt of them all. It makes her want to cry even more, thinking about how good it is that he's doing this. He could just leave her alone to be tortured by her own power forever, but he doesn't, he comes down here and visits her personally. She wants to thank him again, or ask him to please rape her when he's done so he can take more pleasure from her worthless miserable body, but she's crying too hard to speak.

Lorenzo smiles, watching her sob and cry, laying into her with the cane again and again and again, putting stripes on her stomach and legs and tits and ass and back as she slowly rotates around and around, enjoying the sound of her sobs and the way she keeps twisting herself to look into his eyes. It doesn't take long before she's covered in red welts, dribbles of blood dripping down her body, and Lorenzo is hard from beating the stupid useless bitch and making her feel like she's supposed to feel, crushing her again and again and again. He pulls down his pants a little and gently plays with his cock before coming to a decision. "Orchid, get over here and suck my cock while I beat this worthless bitch."

Orchid, more than happy to please her wonderful and perfect Master, crawls over to him with a smile on her face, wiggling her tits and ass to look sexy for his pleasure. "Oh, yes, Master," she moans as she kneels perfectly in front of him, looking up at him the way he likes and taking his cock down deep into her perfectly sculpted mouth and throat. She bobs her head up and down, licking and sucking the way her likes her to, overjoyed to be given the chance to serve her Master with her body this. She loves it when he tells her what to do, especially when he uses the body she made just for him. 

Orchids blowjobs always feel incredible. Lorenzo grunts happily, taking a moment to enjoy it before putting a hand on her head to make sure she knew to make it low and slow. He puts down the cane, and picks up something bigger, heftier. A similar shape, but thicker and stiffer, a long thin metal rod. Looking the whore in the eyes to make sure she knew that she wasn't worthy of his cock, that she was too worthless to serve him, that she should be grateful that he has someone better than her there to use that's more deserving, more worthy of his cock, he lays into her again, not minding the sounds of crunches and cracks -- as long as he doesn't hit her too hard, Orchid can fix it, and he wants to make this useless whore suffer while Orchid drinks down his cock. 

She cries harder and harder as he hurts her, and hardest of all when he summons Orchid to suck him off. Yes, of course, he should use the best slut available, he should be serviced by his perfect slave with her perfect mouth while he takes pleasure in beating the useless trash he keeps in his dungeon. She feels awful for ever thinking otherwise. She stares into his eyes and hopes he'll keep using his power on her, keep making her feel as guilty and worthless and miserable as she deserves while he beats her worthless garbage body until it's bloody and broken like it should be; she hopes he's enjoying this even though she's a useless cunt who's not even worth raping. It hurts so much, and it should hurt more, she deserves worse, she can't quite bring herself to hope he beats her harder while he's cracking ribs with every strike but she knows she should want that, she should always want him to make her suffer more.

Lorenzo takes a couple minutes to lay into her, watching pretty marks form where he breaks ribs and bruises muscle and skin, relishing in the pleasure of hurting her like this and reinforcing her programming with wave after wave of shame and guilt and gratefulness and desperate need to please and more shame and guilt for not being able to do so properly. All the while enjoying the slow eager pleasure from his enthusiastic pet as she slowly sucks on his cock. Finally, he grabs Orchid by the back of her head and pulls her all the way down, feeling his cock slide all the way down her throat as she gleefully drinks down every drop of his cum, cumming to the sight of her half-broken body and knowing exactly how he's making her feel, all the while making sure the useless bitch knows that she's not good enough to serve him like this, she should be but she isn't, she doesn't deserve this the way someone like Orchid does. 

Even if she could get the words to line up in her head, she's sobbing too hard to so much as begin to say them, but she so very desperately wants to thank him for doing this to her. Thank him for showing her what a worthless piece of trash she is, for making her grateful, for filling her mind with all the right feelings so she can gaze at him in desperate anguished worship as he comes.

She can't help hoping that he'll recognize how really truly glad she is that he's using Orchid instead of her, that as awful as she feels about her own worthlessness she would never want him to do something that made him even a little bit less happy just to make her feel better about herself—but of course he has no reason to care that she feels that way, it's not like he could ever be in danger of giving up his own happiness to please her, he's so much smarter and stronger than she is and he's worth so much more and he knows it, and it's such a relief to be so sure of that. Amid all her pain and terror and self-hatred, the wretched shame of being a defective garbage slut who doesn't deserve his cock, at least she has this. The one good thing in the world is the knowledge that Master is getting exactly what he wants.

Lorenzo takes another minute or so, with Orchid's mouth still on his cock, to make sure the useless slut really feels the pain, really is grateful for it reminding her how awful she is and how her mistakes had almost fucked thing up for him, and how much she loves him and should be feeling bad for her failure -- a failure now fixed, thanks to her Master. "This is what you deserve for your fucking screw-up, cunt," he tells her, out loud. "This and so much more. You better make sure nothing goes wrong tomorrow, you lazy worthless bitch."

Then he grabs Orchid and tosses her off of him, and turns around, pulling his pants back up. "Go fix her," he orders, not bothering to look around, knowing Orchid would always obey. "Fix the stupid whore and then follow me back upstairs." 

Orchid, feeling delighted and half-drunk on having pleased her Master and swallowed his cum, is only too happy to obey. "Yes, Master!" she calls after him, before crawling back to the girl and touching her foot so she could heal her. She bears no malice or ill will towards her, but feels no camaraderie either -- she's just another slave that her Master has told her to change before and might tell her to change again, and it always feels so good when she obeys him. Orchid fixes up all of her broken bones (so many, Master must have really enjoyed himself) and bruised skin and anything else that's hurting or broken -- leaving in the changes that her Master has told her to make to her, before, of course, grinning up happily at the slave as she heals her, enjoying the incredible feeling of modifying another to please her Master. 

She didn't even get a chance to thank him—no, of course she didn't, why would he care that she wants to thank him? He has better things to do with his time than listen to her. When he wants her to feel something he makes her feel it, and he doesn't need any further confirmation except when her tears or her whimpers of pain get him off. It's selfish of her to feel disappointed that she couldn't thank him for hurting her again. Selfish and greedy and awful. Despicable slut. Can't do anything right.

Healing hurts, and that's right, it should hurt. Orchid's gentle touch on her ankle hurts too. There is no way anything can touch her that doesn't hurt. That is good and correct.

...Orchid. It's Orchid who did that. Orchid who is right here, smiling at her, Orchid who is so much better than she is...

She swallows a sob, makes the immense effort necessary to get her thoughts to turn into words that she can say out loud, and asks, trembling, "Can you... please make me hurt more?"

(Selfish, selfish, awful greedy selfish—but it's all right, if Orchid agrees, Orchid wouldn't do anything wrong, Orchid is the perfect slave, and she wants so badly to be punished more, to hurt more and cry more and to be able to feel like at least, at least, even though she's not good for anything else, even though she's a worthless piece of trash who isn't good enough to be worthy of her Master's cock, at least she knows it, at least she knows what to do about it, at least she knows what she deserves and she's not too scared to ask for it. It's wrong, probably, because everything about her is wrong, everything she's ever wanted is wrong, but maybe she's got it right this time, maybe it's okay to want this one thing without being told to.)

Orchid looks up at the slave and grins at her, her eyes still glowing a deep violet. Normally Orchid likes making the slaves she changes enjoy it, so they too can feel the pleasure of being changed to properly serve their Master's will, and how good it feels to serve him. With this one, though, he'd been very specific about what he wanted. Orchid had been proud of what she'd done to her, rewiring all of her nerves so every sensation caused her pain, the result her Master had asked her for, a very clever set of changes she'd made. Even now, she could feel them, pulsing so very prettily at Orchid's touch, at the sensation of her body and bones knitting back together. Such a beautiful thing she managed to do, and all for her Master.

Master doesn't normally have Orchid do things other than what she's told, but making her hurt is what Master wants, and it feels so good to change people for him. Besides, she clearly wants it too, and figuring out how to do it is a fun puzzle, given how much pain she's already in. Orchid slows down the healing, making sure to linger on each and every bruise and broken bone, sending the sensations she feels as she's healed to the surrounding nerves, which go to their surrounding nerves... something that will only work with Orchid's careful care like this, but it's still something her Master might want her to do, and it feels so very good.

"Oh, like this?" Orchid purrs, grinning at the slave, with her eyes still glowing, feeling an additional rush of pleasure and heat. She shouldn't take too much longer, Master has told her to follow and she should follow soon in case he wants her to do anything else to anyone else, or fuck him, or suck his cock, or anything else he might want her to do that Orchid would be so very glad to do for him. Anything at all for Master. But she can spare an extra few minutes on this.

She whimpers, tears spilling from her eyes. It hurts in a new way, rippling and echoing through her body, and she hates it, and it's beautiful, it almost feels like enough...

Orchid is a good slave. It's good that Orchid is enjoying this. Orchid deserves nice things.

She almost doesn't dare ask for more. Who is she to want things? She'll only fuck everything up. But... maybe asking to be hurt is okay. It worked out all right this time. Orchid got to enjoy hurting her, and that's not as good as Master enjoying hurting her but it's still something. And if she asks, and Orchid can do it, and wants to... then she'll be just a little bit closer to the punishment she truly deserves. She knows nothing can ever hurt her enough to make up for how worthless she is, but it's still better if she hurts more.

So.

She summons up her words and her courage, and whimpers, "Thank you—you're so good—please, I want—I want to hurt more all the time—so it's better—so I'm better—"