Chap 9:- Tying up loose ends
The use of non-synchronous currents to differing breasts, to reduce the chance
of heart problems was a point suggested me by a reader of the early chapters.
This was in a private email so I willn't reveal his id with out permission but
thanks for the information. While I would never dream of doing anything like
the acts described in real life, as you may have noticed, I have a desire to
make the stories as accurate in detail as practical.
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It was quite late so I returned to my rooms and had Kathy and Sandra prepare me
a meal. Given that Janine was busy I decided to have them wait before they ate
and although there was one message for the new sluts that would have to wait
until February was back in its cage. However as I finished my meal I decided to
check on Jane. After a brief drink I strolled back down to the slave quarters
and after short detour to pick up one item entered the room where it had been
left to recover.
It had been resting on the wooden ledge that with a parallel one on the other
side formed the only furniture in this luxury slave quarters, apart from the
bucket on the floor. It jerked awake and started to slide off the ledge to the
floor, the chain attached to its ankle jangling as it moved. However I motioned
it to lay where it was and told it to fold arms behind its head. This was not
the standard form, with arms folded behind its back and did not promote the
breasts forward as that did but was more comfortable for it and I was feeling in
a generous mood. I deposited the box I was carrying on the ledge between its
legs and looked at the other equipment on the shelf. In a small plastic box
were the pins it had removed from its torso, once it had been given permission.
They were still blood-stained, which was technically a punishable offensive but
it didn't have the resources to clean them all here so I decided to let it off.
The butt-plug was a different matter and I inspected it carefully but Jane had
done its work well. There was no sign of either blood or shit, nor even of
saliva as it had cleaned the rod thoroughly. I looked down at it with a smile
and saw it smile back and its body relax in relieve.
I next looked at the bitch itself. Its breasts were perhaps a little smaller as
its body absorbed reserves to repair the damage. However I knew that under the
blood stains that speckled them I knew they were fully restored and the flesh
repaired. I groped them briefly, mauling firmly but not brutally, at least by
my standards, and bringing a smile from the slave.
Lower down its torso there were more splotches from the other pins, but they had
also healed up under the blood. However there was a ridge of scar tissue from a
couple of inches below its navel to the top of its cunt, where the barb had
sliced open its flesh. I touched it, initially gently, then with greater force
and the scar didn't reopen, although it grimaced slightly, confirming that
although uncomfortable for it the wound had largely healed.
I opened the box I had brought down and unravelled the cord of the endoscope.
Jane gave a brief sigh of relief as it recognised it as a purely medical one,
rather than one of the probes with barbed edges or capable of dispensing
chemicals or electric shocks even while the user inserted it wherever he wished
in the target slave. It squirmed slightly as I pushed the probe up inside its
cunt but quickly settled down, having so recently had a far more brutal
intrusion. I checked on the viewing scope to focus the image, then looked
around. As expected its cunt was a mass of clotted blood and scar tissues, from
the initial entry by the cunting rod, then the tears formed when that was
removed. Most were however already healing up and I was fairly confident that
although weak it would be able to resume work tomorrow. I pushed all the way up
to the entrance to its womb before I found un-scarred flesh, then couldn't
resist pushing on a little further, prompting it to fidget again until I gave it
a light slap and told it to stay still
On withdrawing I was able to confirm that although the probe had scrapped its
cunt a little it hadn't even broken the flesh enough to cause any bleeding.
I then put on some gloves and briefly inserted the probe up its arsehole to
check if there was any damage from the butt plug. Nothing significant was
noticed and I pushed the probe further up until about 2' of cable was inside it.
When I withdrew it the cable was shit-stained so I moved the box to above its
head and said "Clean". It opened its cocksucker and I fed the cable in until
its cheeks bulged and it started sucking to clean it.
After a couple of minutes it nodded its head and I slowly started to withdraw
the cable through its tightly clasped lips, to ensure that any muck remaining
was removed. Finally, when the end of the probe was out I ran it briefly
through Jane's hair to dry it, packed up the equipment back into the box and
placed it at her ankles.
Having been standing so long I took the opportunity to turn and sit down on the
cushion provided by its torso. It exhaled as my weight settled on to it while
hands went naturally to breasts and cunt. I played with it for a few minutes
and felt its lips start to moisten. Although I pulled at both cunt and breasts
reasonably vigorously I knew my weight on its still damaged torso was probably
causing it more discomfort.
While my hands continued to enjoy its body I said. "I have a task for you Jane."
I felt it stiffened slightly beneath me then relax, accepting whatever fate its
master had for it. "Because of July's behaviour" - the reminder brought a grunt
of anger from it at the pain it had suffered as a result - "what was going to
take one day will take two. Tomorrow I will give the other 6 sluts their 1st
experience of their new existence. The other 6 however will have rather a
boring time, just sitting about in their cages." I paused briefly. "The main
problem of course was the electro-therapy that July insisted on them all,
having. That's what took up all the time." I paused again for effect then
continued. " It seems a pity that one of the bitches should miss out on the
experience, especially as it was responsible for the others getting it."
I looked down at Jane and we matched smiles. My hand gave its cunt a firm twist
and it gasped slightly, before smiling more broadly. "That will mean that July
at least has something to do to pass the time." Again its smile broadened.
"I want you to think how the process could be improved. A few embellishments
make it more stimulating for the bitch. You will have to check them with me
1st." I didn't want it pushing July too far while it was already fairly badly
knocked about in case too much damage was done. Also it would be a good
challenge for Jane to see how much imagination it could display.
I gave its tits a last few squeezes then lifted myself off the slut and left,
saying as I did - "See me tomorrow morning with your ideas."
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I checked in briefly on the training room. February was still working its way
through the poll, although it had licked up most of it. Its stomach was bulging
and it sounded utterly exhausted. Janine reported it had vomited a couple of
times but had cleared up the resultant mess and would probably be finished in
another 10 minutes or so.
I decided to wait and watch the rest of the procedure, rather than have to be
called back shortly. Whether my presence inspirited it, probably with sheer
terror, or Janine was conservative, it was 7-8 minutes before February completed
the last stage of the cleanup. Its head sagged and it just lay there panting,
its hair damp from the piss that had soaked into it rather than gone down its
throat.
I gave it 5 minutes to rest up then had Janine unlock the spreader and February
gasped with relief as it was finally able to close its legs, removing one of its
lesser aches, from the strain on its thighs. Exhausted as it was however it
could not even crawl back to its cage with its arms unbound. So I had Janine
rebind it and drag it back to its cell by its hair so it could be returned to
its cage.
Once this as done I gave them 10 minutes to settle down before summoning
the tutors. The 5 arrived shortly and I gave them instructions. They then went
to their charges, this time Sandra being instructed to cover the absent Jane
once its own cell had been processed. Debbie was also instructed to take Jane a
double ration once the new slaves had been fuelled. After that they could get
their own food.
Each went to the appropriate cell and informed the sluts that they would
be given an evening drink of water. They had been due to be fed as well but
that was scheduled for when they had all had their 1st lesson, so was delayed
because of July's insistence on them undergoing electro-therapy, as they put it.
As such they would spend another night and following day naked cold and
increasingly hungry. The bowl from which they sipped their water was placed in
the front of their cage, denying them even exit from it while drinking. Also it
was made clear that they could use lips only, sipping like animals, a crop being
applied quickly if they tried to use their hands even to steady the bowl.
After it was finished each was given permission to leave their cages to
use the bucket, the sole exceptions being February and July. No reason was
given and when February complained Janine gave it a few touches of the crop
until it was quiet. [Both bitches would be given a chance to piss at 4am but
they would not know that yet and I wanted them to be aware of how dependent they
were on their owner].
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When they were finished Kathy rose. I looked at it and asked "You're on
Shit watering tonight?" and it nodded. I stood and said, "I'll join you. Been
meaning to check on that."
It moved over to the door, folding arms behind it to give full view and
access to its breasts but I have placed enough with boobs today so instead,
after a resounding slap to its right cheek I cupped its left one as we walked
out of the room.
It was a short walk to the hidden door that led to the steps down to the
bottom level. I motioned it ahead of me down the narrow steps cut into the
naked rock. This was not a matter of enjoying the view of its arse as it was
too far below me to see easily, let alone fondle as we descended. It was simple
logic. If there was a slip on the narrow stairs I didn't want a slut falling
onto me and possibly knocking me down the steps. Much better to be above it so
it could break any fall of mine.
There was only one door off the small landing at the bottom of the
stairs. I pressed the switch and looked through the one way glass at the nearly
empty room inside. A wave of my hand got Kathy to kneel on the cold floor and I
said. "Come when I tell you to. Don't say anything other than what you need to
do to get it to behave. Understand?" It nodded briefly and looked down and I
unlocked and opened the door steeping through.
Apart from a couple of low shelves and cabinets holding equipment the
only item in the room was the Perspex cylinder, about 4' high and 2' in
diameter. I approached it casually, making no attempt to cushion my steps and
the bitch raised its head.
"Who's there Aaaah" it said as its body arched with pain. It tried
again a couple seconds later "Please.. Aaaah. I know ..Uggh...theres' someone
there... Please....Aaah. Why willn't...Aaaah, you please speak to me.. Aaaah."
Its conversation continually broken by its cries as its body withered and shook.
I approached closer, wrinkling my nose at the smell but making no reply.
When I reached it I crouched down to look more closely.
It was knelt in the box, wearing nothing but its collar and the
blindfold around its eyes. That is if you exclude the shackles that cuffed its
ankles together and similarly its wrists behind its back. A short section of
chain pulled wrists down nearly to its ankles, in the process forcing it to arch
its back. After nearly two days in that position its back must be crying out
for release. It also thrust its head up nearly to the roof of the cylinder and
breasts forwards.
There were three protrusions from the floor of the cylinder. Two, about
a foot long were simple plastic rods. Their purpose was to make it impossible
for the bitch to move its thighs, against which they pressed firmly, keeping
them widely spread. The other was a smaller one, at the centre of the base. It
extended downwards, anchoring the box in place while from its upper end 3 cables
reached. All went to clamps, one on each nipple and one attached firmly to its
clit.
Other than when the lid was removed the only opening was the grid in the
front, roughly facing its cocksucker. This could be hinged open to allow a slot
about 9" by 3" for feeding and watering it, or the grid slide across to make it
virtually airtight. Normally it was in its current position, allowing the bitch
to breath but nothing else.
By now it knew that one of the things that prompted jolts of electricity
that it received was whenever it spoke. Sensors in the collar detected movement
and although allowing breathing talking, drinking and eating would all trigger
strong volts. Sometimes more than one jolt at the same time, although the
current supplied through both breasts was slightly out of phase, to reduce the
damage of heart damage that might prove serious. There were two other ways of
shocking it. Jolts were delivered randomly and also the system could be set to
discharge by various patterns at will. Those last punishment jolts were at a
marked higher level than the other two.
All this I knew from having set the system up. I was more interested in
how some of the other effects were developing. It had not been fed the past
couple of days but it had been watered and I could see the piss pooling at the
base of the cylinder. The smell from that had been clear from the door. The
fleas and lice with which it shared its home were not visible but some of the
bites were. A couple of the leeches still clung to it while others were at the
bottom of the cylinder, having feasted.
It tried again. "Please. Aaaah. Why are you....Aaah. Why are you
doing ...Aaaah, this to me."
I took the control box down and programmed it for 5 minutes of frequent
jolts and watched the bitch dance under the shocks rippling through its body.
It gasped repeatedly and hung its head in despair when the current finally
finished flowing, accepting that it would get no answer.
I had risen and stepped back a bit to watch and now motioned Kathy into
the room. It rose painfully, stretching its aching limbs as it approached but
said nothing, its bare feet padding almost soundlessly across the stone. I
stepped further back to give it room.
Kathy picked up a plastic tube, hard and transparent like the body of
the box and about 4' long. It unhinged the grid and swung it back, then slide
one end of the tube forward until it touched the bitches lips. Having
experienced this before after a brief jerk it parted its lips and Kathy pushed
the tube down its cocksucker until it was hard against the back of the bitches
throat, its head already pushed back as far as it could.
A clamp held the tube in place, also pinning the bitch's head. Kathy
attached another piece of plastic to the other end of the tube and the bitch
gagged slightly as the tube tilted under its weight. The attachment consisted
of a right angle turn to the vertical, with above it a large funnel.
Kathy moved to the shelf and picked up a 1litre bottle, unhooked it and
started to tip its contents into the funnel. The fluid slowly flowed down the
gentle slope until it reached the bitches mouth. When it felt the fluid its
lips closed on the tube to stop it escaping and its throat worked as it started
to swallow. This triggered the sensory and even while drinking it was racked
with pain from the jolts of electricity.
As such it was drinking for several seconds before it suddenly spasmed and
choked as it sought to stop the liquid flowing into it. Its mouth opened and it
started to split.
I was ready for this and reached forward to twist a value on the tube
cutting off the flow, a few inches before it entered the box. The bitch
spluttered and coughed, managing to eject much of the fluid, which flowed down
its front, but had doubtless swallowed some.
Kathy knew what to do and picking up the control box with one hand gave
it several minutes of further jolts. With the other it steadied the tube,
helping keep it in place deep down the bitches throat. It gagged a couple of
times and also tried to bite at the tubing but the plastic was too hard for its
teeth to make any impression.
After the voltage stopped Kathy said "Drink!" and I turned the valve.
More liquid flowed down the tube, passing between the bitch's lips and this
time, resigned and fearful of further pain, it clamped its lips around the tube
to prevent any escaping and resumed swallowing.
Kathy steadily allowed the fluid to enter the funnel, never overflowing
it, until the bottle was empty and it then deposited the bottle to one side
quietly on the floor. Unlike previous drinks, which had been pure water this
had been diluted, 90% water and 10% piss, hence the bitches reaction when it
recognised the unpleasant taste.
However I was unhappy with the waste that had occurred, while the
flowing liquid had stirred my own bladder. I motioned Kathy to one side, still
holding the funnel steady while allowing me access. Quickly I pulled down my
trousers, extracted my cock and began to refill the funnel with pure urine.
The bitch had almost finished its official drink when my flow caught up
with the last dregs of the bottle's contents. It didn't realise for a moment
the change in composition and taste of what it was drinking. Then its head
jerked back a little and it gagged. A little piss flowed down its cheek but
Kathy said loudly. "No! Drink!" Its head jerked again and I though for the
moment it was going to misbehave. However it obviously feared the current more
as it tightened its lips and I saw the cheeks bulge. It started to swallow
hurriedly, trying to get the piss through its mouth before either the taste
became too much for it or it choked for lack of air. Towards the end the latter
problem meant it spluttered and partially choked, spraying some of the piss out
of its mouth but relatively little was lost so I decided to let it get away with
that. It would smell the foul odour as well as taste it and feel it drying on
its chin and chest, which should be effective enough in humiliating it.
Kathy removed the funnel and put it away. Then removed the locking
clamp and pulled the tube out of the bitches mouth. It took several deep
breaths of air and spat a couple of times. To try and remove the last dregs of
the piss from its mouth.
Before Kathy closed the grid I stopped it and went over to one of the
other containers. I moved it to by the box and opening it I used a long pair of
pliers to pick up a leech and deposit it in the box, on the upper part of the
bitches right breast. It felt something touch it there and shuddered in fear
and revulsion but the leech managed to get a grip with its teeth and started to
feed. One of the other two I loaded into the cage failed and dropped to the
floor but I could expect it would have a good chance of feeding from the bitches
legs while I was able to attach another to its shoulder.
I then nodded I was done and Kathy closed the grid.
During this period the bitch made several attempts to ask questions and
plead for mercy, interspersed with gasping and jerking as the voltage ran
through it. However we both ignored it and when Kathy had put everything back
into place we left locking the door and turning off the light behind us.
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It had been a long day. Several bitches had been less intelligent and
more unco-operated than I had expected. July's behaviour had thrown out my
entire timetable. As a result they would go hungry tonight and, more
importantly, I would have to change my plans. However I suspect at least
several of the 6 would be a lot better mannered in future.
It would be interesting how they behaved tonight. They must realise by
now that they were being continually observed and crimes such as talking to
other slaves would be noted and punished. At the same time, isolated and
uncertain they would seek for comfort in any way they could and the temptation
to indulge in conversation would be strong. Especially for those 6 who, other
than the electro-therapy, had seen little activity and would be wondering what
was going to happen to them. In 4 cases they knew the slaves they shared a cell
with have been used in some way and, while fearing it, would be desperate to
know what would happen to them when their turn came. I expected the bitches who
had met me one on one would be far less willing to talk but whether they would
succumb or not would be interesting. The relationship between July and August
would be especially interesting. Several of them might want revenge on July for
getting them electrocuted, or at least to find out what had happened but only
August would have the chance to talk to it. It would be revealing if July, who
had found out what it was to anger me, would be better behaved tonight. For the
September/October cell both bitches had found out more about what their future
lives would be like and I suspected, while they might fearfully wish to exchange
notes, would keep quiet. For April/May although the latter had seen some pain
on the 1st day and both had suffered some electrical training, courtesy of July,
they would be fearful and aware their time was coming but would be interesting
to see how they responded.
It looked to be a fun day tomorrow. Then after that, we could really
start their training in earnest.
