First Punishment
As before, toe and her fellow slaves were rudely awakened by the harsh, ice-cold spray
of the fire hose. This time, they quickly assumed their kneeling positions and awaited
inspection. Today, their inspector was apparently pleased with their much quicker
response, and permitted them breakfast. All but toe, that is, and three others who had
failed in their tasks or performed some other grievous misdeed the previous day. While
the rest of the slaves slurped up their meal - today consisting of a thick, warm gruel
- toe and her companions were forced to kneel in the corner, knees spread widely, and
watch. Toe's belly ached and rumbled as she watched, barely realizing that a mere few
days ago she would never have considered it a privilege to eat like an animal, naked,
from a bowl.
'Let's go, sluts!" a woman's voice commanded, bringing toe out of her silent thoughts.
Toe looked up to see a beautiful, slender blonde, wearing a black leather jump suit and
spiked heel knee-length boots looking down at her.
"Turn to the left," she commanded, "Nose to asshole."
The four unfortunates did so, waiting on hands and knees while the woman clipped
each slave's nose ring, with a small length of chain, to the two labia rings of the girl in
front of her. To the last slave's cunt rings, she attached a long cord to which a small
wheeled cart was tied; ten pounds of weights rested in the cart. Toe, third in line, could
see little other than the bruised ass ahead of her, her nose mashed deeply between the
girl's thighs. It was the first time toe's face had ever been this close to another girl's
sex; she found the strong odor of unwashed, sweaty pussy strangely exciting, and
could feel her own cunt begin to juice up as a result. Toe heard a muffled snap as a
leash was clipped to the lead girl's nose ring.
The only warning she had that they were beginning to move was a squeal from the girl
in front of her, and then a tug on her nostrils. The moment she began to move herself,
though, she felt a sharp tug on her own nether lips, as the girl behind her lagged in her
response.
The little procession was marched down a series of hallways, through several heavy
steel doors, then onto an outdoor path covered with pea gravel. The rocks, though tiny
and round without sharp edges, dug deeply into their already abused palms and knees.
The escort neither slowed down nor paid any attention to the slaves' groans,
maintaining an even pace. Their destination was but a few dozen yards away, but their
roundabout path took nearly thirty minutes. Had toe been able to see anything but the
asscheeks of the slave in front of her, she would have been able to catalogue the entire
compound.
The building from which she just exited was the largest, containing several isolated
slave stables, a large food preparation area, and the slave dining room. It was
constructed of red brick, the few windows covered with both heavy steel bars and thick
ballistic glass. There was but one entry, a sallyport arrangement of two heavy,
electrically-operated sliding doors with a small foyer between them; electronic interlocks
prevented both doors from ever being opened at the same time. The only outside
ventilation was in the staff work areas, primarily guard stations from where staff either
controlled access to the buildings or watched over the slaves. Though well over two
stories tall, except for catwalks used by staff, there were no floors above ground level;
the height of the walls was meant to impress the sense of smallness, of insignificance,
on the new slaves.
A small asphalt yard on the east side of the building held a dozen sets of medieval-
looking heavy wooden stocks, for punishing the more recalcitrant slaves. Asphalt to
ensure maximum heat absorption and transfer, and with an eastern exposure to ensure
no shade. The surface under each of the stocks was stained with the remnants of
dripping perspiration, urine and feces of previous victims. In one corner sat six small
steel-sided sheds. Too small for a slave to stand, sit or lay down, they were used for
special cases. Even when watered twice a day, no slave had ever survived more than
three days inside these burning hell holes without coming out completely and utterly
broken. Even the threat of a visit to this punishment yard was usually enough to cause
immediate submission.
On the west of the building, extending from the kitchen, was an enclosed walkway
leading to an adjacent building, the staff dining area. Unlike the slave feeding stations,
the staff dined in comfort not dissimilar to those of any decent restaurant in America.
Polished oak tables, carefully folded linen napkins, comfortable chairs, and an ever-
changing menu of food - steak, seafood, pasta, salads, even a wide variety of hors
d'oeuvres - all prepared by slaves being trained in culinary arts. Air conditioning and
slowly-rotating ceiling fans ensured a comfortable meal. The seating was four to a
table, with a slave assigned to each table to provide whatever was needed - a service
that often went much further than filling wine glasses or clearing dishes from the table.
The staff also had the option of eating bistro-style, in a quaint outdoor patio surrounded
by lush shade trees. This time of the year, though, use of the patio was usually
reserved for late evening socializing; it was simply too hot, even in the shade, to enjoy a
meal. No matter, for the area was completely cleaned before and after each meal,
whether it was used or not.
About 30 yards west of the bistro and actually attached to the slave building via an
underground passageway, sat two buildings where the majority of the staff lived. Single
apartments, with all the comforts one would expect - air conditioning, satellite television,
private baths, even kitchenettes for those who didn't want to walk to the dining room.
Nicely appointed and immaculately clean, with comfortable furniture and a nice overall
atmosphere. Slaves were brought in daily to clean, and a single telephone call would
deliver virtually any slave in the compound to provide whatever service was desired,
sexual or otherwise.
South of the main slave building sat a wide running track, similar to those used in
athletics, but at a half mile, twice the circumference and nearly three times the width.
The size was necessary due to the training equipment in use here; modified pony carts,
capable holding up to three people and pulled by a single slave, were lined up at one
end. On some weekends, the public was invited to participate and wager on events in
which slaves were hitched to the carts and raced each other around the track. This
was, however, a minor sideline to the real purpose of this area. The real reason was
the large cinder block building across from the grandstands, the slave gymnasium. It
was in this edifice that the slaves would experience their worst pain and greatest
humiliation.
Each of the structures was surrounded by the same sort of gravel path as that which
was inflicting so much agony on toe and her companions. Similar, winding paths
connected each building, though it was possible to take either direct or non-direct
routes. The Trainer leading toe had chosen the later. They continued crawling in agony
for a full thirty minutes, until finally coming to a stop. Toe heard the now-recognizable
sound of a steel slider door opening, and then they were all ushered inside.
This was the Visitor Center, which sat alone, nearly a quarter mile from any of the other
buildings. Except for special dignitaries, this would be the only building any visitor to
the training center would see the inside of. Typically, it had stone tile floors throughout.
The center was a large open area with large windows, multimedia displays, and padded
benches for those who wished to rest. A set of large restrooms with oversized stalls sat
between the souvenir stand - where one could buy anything from bumper stickers and
logo pencils to the use of a slave for a few hours - and the snack bar. For those who
wanted to "test drive" a slave, a special viewing area was available through an
unmarked door. Slaves waited in glassed-in cubicles. When a slave was available for
use, the shades on her windows were open; if she was being used by a customer, they
were closed. Condoms were never necessary; all the slaves were clean, and either
"fixed" or intended for impregnation. As a side note, in the vernacular of the day, the
same terminology was used for female slaves as dogs or other animals; they were not
sterilized or had their tubes tied, they were "fixed."
Most of this, of course, was unknown to the four slaves. Except for the one at the front,
none had seen anything but ass cheeks and cunt lips during their travel to this building,
and even the lead slave had been so engrossed on keeping both her nose and labia
intact that she paid no attention to her surroundings. Now, though, they simply waited
quietly on the cold, hard tile floor, thankful that their immediate abuse had ended..
"When I release you, you will place the tip of your nose in the asshole of the slave in
front of you," their Mistress commanded. "No talking, and no moving. You're all
already in enough shit,"
Toe sensed movement ahead of her, then felt the chain on her own nose being
released. She obediently shifted her head slightly, poking her nose into the anal
opening in front of her. She waited patiently while the girl behind her was released,
flinching slightly as she felt the girl's nose enter her own ass.
"Keep those assholes plugged," the woman commanded, grabbing the lead slave by
the ring and bringing her around, causing the group to form a tight circle, nose to
asshole. She had them in position in short order, then gave her next command.
"Tongues out, sluts! Stick your tongue right inside your girlfriend's cunt and keep it
there. The trainer quickly stepped around the circle, ensuring each of the girls had
done as directed. Until today, Toe had never been so close to another female's sex
before, and had never placed her tongue where it was now. She found both the taste
and strong odor of the unwashed 16 year old's body exciting. She could feel her own
cunt dripping fluids into the mouth of the girl behind her.
"Wait here," their trainer ordered. "No moving, or you'll all be punished." The clicking of
the woman's heels on the polished tile floor receding in the distance was muffled by the
thighs pressed tightly against toe's ears. The slaves reveled in the moment, being
permitted a few minutes to relax. Toe actually started to fall asleep, her partner
keeping her awake by thrusting her ass back in toe's face every time her mouth started
to release. Teamwork and watching out for each other were important to the slaves,
they were discovering.
"What have we here?" a loud, deep voice announced. "A lesbian circle jerk? Get those
slutty tongues out of those scummy holes, bitches, and line up facing me!"
The four slaves quickly disengaged and assumed their standard kneeling positions,
facing a huge, hair-covered, bearded man. In his meaty paw he wielded a quirt; on his
belt was a device none of the girls yet recognized, but would soon become intimately
familiar with - an electronic stun gun.
"You bitches are being punished!" he yelled. "Bitches being punished don't get the
privilege of resting on their knees. They squat! Get your fucking feet flat on the ground
and squat with your knees spread apart, bitches! Do it!" He accentuated his command
with a sharp slap of the quirt across toe's face, leaving an angry red welt. The four
slaves squatted as best as they could, legs spread as far apart as humanly possible.
When the Master was satisfied with their position, he simply stood back and watched,
waiting for their legs to tremble from the strain, finally failing. One of the girls next to toe
was the first to fall.
"Four hundred demerits," he announced. 'The next one gets three hundred, then two
hundred, and the last survivor gets one hundred demerits. You, cunt," he said to the
girl on the ground, "get on all fours like the bitch you are and present your ass to me for
punishment!" She crawled slowly over to him, fear visible in her eyes as she turned
around and lifted her ass into the air. The quirt fell repeatedly, eliciting small moans at
first, then shrill squeals and finally loud screams of pain as her pummeled her ass,
stopping only when the second girl fell. This time it was toe.
"Present your tits to me," he commanded. Toe knelt at his feet, arching her back to
raise her as-yet unblemished breasts to him. The first blow landed right on her nipple,
causing her to scream in pain. Subsequent slaps landed across and on top of her
still-growing tits, leaving bright red welts that would eventually turn to dark bruises. Toe
struggled to remain upright, praying to every God she'd heard of that one of the other
girls would fail soon. It took nearly ten minutes, by which time toe's once-unblemished
melons were covered with so many red stripes that they blended into a single swollen
mass. The third girl to fall only received fifteen blows, but these were delivered directly
on her sex. Even the winner of the contest was punished, with ten stripes to the backs
of her thighs.
"You bitches have no idea how lucky you are!" the Trainer announced. "Fuckups like
you usually spend the rest of the day on the rock pile, but there's some special scut
work that needs to be done, and you're just the ones to do it!" Of course, none of the
girls believed any of this, particularly the part about being lucky, but after being
reconnected nose-to-cunt again, crawled behind him as he led them to their next painful
humiliation.
"It seems someone forgot to clean the urinals last week after visiting day was over," the
Trainer said when the "slave train" finally stopped. Each girl found herself kneeling in
front of a filthy porcelain urinal. The odor was overpowering; it was obvious that none
of the fixtures had been flushed or cleaned in some time.
"Kneel upright," the Trainer commanded, before binding each slave's hands behind her
back. "You will each clean your assigned urinal, using your mouth and tongue only," he
announced. "The first bitch done with her pisser will be rewarded, but if the work isn't
acceptable to me, it won't be a nice reward. Now, get those tongues to working!"
Toe looked at dismay at her assigned urinal, her stomach doing flips. It looked like it
hadn't been cleaned in years; a thick crust of yellowing something - she wasn't sure
what - lined the edges of the basin. What nearly made her puke, though, were the two
very wet, soggy cigarette butts and a piece of chewing gum someone had spit out. Toe
hesitated just a fraction of a second too long.
"Get that tongue to work, bitch!" the Trainer screamed, smashing toe's face into the
filthy porcelain. "Start licking, cunt!!" The urinal was now tinged red from the blood
streaming from toe's nose. Her eyes watered from both the pain and the tears, but she
knew she had no choice. While the Trainer held her head down, she sucked the first
butt into her mouth, grimacing as she swallowed it down. Had she seen the contents of
the other three pissers, she would have thought herself lucky. The drains were plugged
on two, with over an inch of fetid, stale urine in each of them. The third was even
worse; someone had spat huge globs of yellow sputum and flicked boogers onto the
splash plate.
After swallowing the cigarette butts and gum - and nearly puking in the process - toe
realized she'd finished the worst part of the job. She began attacking the porcelain with
her tongue, carefully licking all the surfaces , her nose ring clanking against the cold
porcelain. She tried unsuccessfully to scrape the bits of caked-on filth with her teeth,
then discovered that the ring in her nose would work more effectively. Working as
quickly as she could, her heart sank when she heard one of the other girls announce
that her urinal was clean. Her dismay was tempered by the sound of the Trainer's whip
striking flesh; the job was apparently not done to his satisfaction. Toe continued to
work diligently, wanting to finish quickly, but not at the expense of additional
punishment. Nearly an hour went by; her tongue was swollen and bleeding from the
abuse she'd inflicted on it, and she could no longer feel her feet after kneeling for so
long on the hard tile floor. Her knees ached and sharp spasms of pain ran up her back
as she made one last visual check. Then she ran her tongue around the inside lip to
ensure she couldn't feel anything but smooth porcelain.
"Master, toe begs to have her work inspected, Master!" she announced.
"Do you think you're finished, bitch?" he asked. "Is it clean?"
"Master, toe believes Master will find it satisfactory, Master," she replied. The response
was a fist to the side of her head, knocking her over.
"Bitch, I didn't ask you if I'd find it satisfactory, I asked you if that pisser was completely
clean! Is it? You know what'll happen if I find it's not!"
"Master, yes, Master," she sobbed, rising back to her kneeling position. "Master, toe's
urinal is clean, Master!"
"Well, we'll just have to see about that," he exclaimed, taking a clean white cloth and a
dental mirror from his pocket. Carefully he examined toe's urinal, checking and
inspecting every surface for any discrepancy. Finding none, he put his tools back in his
pocket.
"It's close to acceptable as I can expect from a slave a stupid as you," he stated, "But if
you weren't still in your first week, I'd expect more. I can see water spots on the
chrome. " Without hesitation, toe lowered her head back into the bowl and began
shining the drain cover with her tongue, carefully removing all the water spots.
"Master, toe apologizes for her failure, Master," she said after ensuring the spots were
gone. "Master, toe begs to be punished, Master." She, of course, wanted nothing of
the kind, but assumed correctly this was what the Trainer would expect from her. She
was right.
"Yes, you did fail, but as I said, your work was acceptable for the time being."
"Master, thank you, Master," toe replied, bending down and gently kissing his
mirror-shined boot. Was this one of the pair she'd shined with her own cunt juices the
night before? She didn't think so; this pair was so shiny she could see her distorted
reflection in it. She'd not seen herself since becoming a slave, and thought she looked
hideous in the glass-like shine.
While toe was slobbering over his boots, the Trainer was having his own thoughts. This
one really is a natural submissive, making a mental note to add this incident to her file,
then decided to take her one step further. He reached down and attached a short
leather leash to her nose ring.
"Heel," he commanded, turning and walking across the lavatory without another word.
Toe scampered on all fours, trying to keep up. He led her to a toilet stall, then stopped
and turned around with his back to the toilet. Toe also stopped, kneeling on the floor
before him.
"Well?" he asked.
"Uh..Yes, Master?" toe responded, unsure what to do.
"You really are as stupid as you look aren't you, cunt? I need to take a shit. Do you
think I should have to take my own pants down when there's a cunt like you around?"
he demanded.
"Oh, Master...I'm sorry, Master!" she cried, quickly reaching up to unfasten his trousers.
She stared at his cock; never having seen one so large before. Of course, her entire
education in that area was limited to the very few male slaves she's seen, and the
children she'd babysat. The Trainer's cock was at least ten inches long - average for
staff at the facility, actually - and two inches across. She could feel herself juicing up
just staring at it, wondering what it would feel like slammed into her virgin cunt. The
Trainer smiled, knowing what toe was thinking, and sat down, motioning towards his
rigid cock. She lowered her mouth over the head - she was unable to get it much
further inside without gagging - and began gently sucking and licking. She'd never had
a cock in her mouth before, the Trainer knew, but again, she was proving to be a
natural.
Toe concentrated on what all her senses were telling her about her first cock. Soft, yet
rigid; warm and pulsating. Slightly salty, with a mild soapy odor; she instinctively knew
the Trainer had recently bathed, and hadn't fucked anyone since. She ran her tongue
over the shaft, feeling the ridges caused by the veins running under the skin. She felt
him harden as the tip of her tongue ticked the underside of his cock, then moving to the
tip, tasting the drop of pre-cum forming on his pisshole. So engrossed in her duty, she
was oblivious to the explosive sound of shitting, until the overwhelming odor hit her
nostrils. She tried to hold her breath, but the Trainer saw what she was doing, and
jammed her face down on his cock, forcing her to inhale through her nose. The
combination of the cock in her throat and the distasteful smell made her gag forcefully,
but the Trainer kept her mouth mashed into his groin, ignoring her struggles, until he
was finished shitting. When he finally released her head, toe collapsed on the floor,
gasping for breath.
"Wipe me," he said, standing up and turning around, displaying his shit-covered asshole
to her. "This time you may use toilet paper, but you can expect to eventually be using
your tongue, cunt."
"Yes, Master," toe coughed, taking a wad of tissue from the roll and gently wiping the
wet feces from his rectum. "Master, thank you for teaching toe, Master," she said when
she was completed. He turned and saw her holding the shit-stained paper in her hand.
"You may dispose of it in the toilet - this time," he said. "Just like learning to lick shit
from the source, you will probably be eating used toilet paper at some point. Not today,
though, bitch." He stepped over her, and without looking back, told her to take her
position next to the urinal when she was finished.
Toe dropped the wad in the toilet and flush it before quickly scampering across the floor
and kneeling next to the pisser she'd licked clean. Without even inspecting the other
urinals, the Trainer opened up the supply cabinet and selected from it a metal rod about
three feet long. Hanging from the rod, at even intervals, were four metal snaps, with a
single ring centered opposite of them. He lined the slaves up and clipped each of their
septum rings to a separate snap, and his leash to the lone ring.
"Heel," he commanded, leading them out on their hands and knees.
"I hope you cunts enjoyed your rest," the Trainer said once the slaves were out of the
restroom. "Yes, you stupid fucks, what you just did is going to seem like rest,
considering what the rest of your next three days is like. Oh, didn't anyone tell you?
For fucking up, you get 72 consecutive hours of ‘remedial training.' But, it's time for me
to go home to my own fully trained sex slaves, so I'm going to leave you bitches now.
Enjoy...you only have about 60 hours left before your next break!" Then, snapping the
leash to a clip on the wall, he left them.
The slaves were crushed, beaten. They were starved, sore and bleeding already. How
were they expected to survive three days of this? One girl sobbed aloud, eliciting a
whispered warning from her leash-mate; one of the rules they'd been taught only the
day prior was to always appear eager and happy, always smile, and never, ever cry
except in response to intolerable physical pain. They had little time for neither rest nor
self-pity, though, for their next abuser arrived moments later, and led them off to their
next abasement.
The string of four girls was led, crawling across the winding gravel path, back to the
building housing the cooking and dining facilities. Upon entering the brick structure,
each were told to put on a clear plastic suit which covered them from neck to feet. After
that, a large ball gag was forcefully shoved deep into each slave's mouth and secured
in place. The reason for the gag was soon apparent to toe: not as much to ensure
silence, but to prevent eating, for their next chore - and one they'd be performing three
times each day until their punishment was over - was to clean the dishes used by the
staff, the pots and other cooking implements, and the feed troughs.
While toe had little problem with the unappetizing gruel stuck to the troughs, the food
left on plates by the staff were a different story. Large, uneaten pieces of t-bone steak,
bits of scrambled eggs and omelets, and half-consumed slices of toast liberally spread
with butter and jelly all caused her empty stomach to growl. The aromas were the
worst; being able to smell, but not eat. The emotional and mental aguish this caused
was as much punishment as the actual task, and it was meant to be. During their entire
stay on the punishment squad, the slaves would be given nothing to eat and only a few
sips of water every hour or two.
The kitchen finally clean, the slaves removed their plastic suits and hang them on wall
hooks in the entry. Each suit was marked with the slave's registration number for future
wear. The purpose of suits was simply to protect the staff dishes from anything that
might be on a slave's body; during punishment, slaves were not permitted any hygiene
time. The reason this was important came clear with the next task.
Ball gags still in place, the slaves were taken across the yard once more - this time on
soft grass, rather than the painful gravel - to the kennels where the facility's forty dogs
were kept. While some of the dogs were used for security, others had been trained for
other purposes; this mattered not to the slaves, for the dogs were out with their
handlers at the moment.
The stench of forty dog runs needing cleaning burned the girls' nostrils, making all of
them wretch. The temperature was already nearing 90 degrees Fahrenheit, and the
humidity caused the smell of dog shit to permeate everything. Ball gags were removed,
but just as quickly - before the slaves could even exercise their cramped jaws - replaced
with brush gags. With long, thick penis gags on one end and a rigid scrub brush on the
other, their use was immediately apparent. Hands chained behind their backs, the
slaves were each provided with a large bucket of hot, strong disinfectant solution and
assigned ten runs each to clean. Almost as an afterthought, the Trainer fastened a pair
of safety goggles over each slave's eyes to protect them from the damage the
splashing liquid would cause.
Each slave was assigned ten runs to clean, each equally filthy with dog shit, piss, hair
and the remains of their last feeding. Toe wasn't sure which was worse: the runs with
solid dog turds in them, because she couldn't sweep them into the drain without getting
shit all over her face, or the ones with the more liquid feces, because of the stomach-
turning stench. The only important thing at the time, though, was to get the job done;
they were allotted only one hour - six minutes per run - or their punishment would be
extended by 24 hours. Toe knew she couldn't afford to dally; she might not survive
three days of this torture, but four?
Toe discovered that if she didn't worry about the mess she was making of herself, her
task was much easier. She simply used her feet to move the larger turds into the drain,
then quickly slopped disinfectant on the floor and scrubbed. With the other runs, she
found she could use her body like a squeegee by laying on her side and mopping the
yellow, runny crap towards the back of the wall, where could use the sides of her feet to
push it the rest of the way in. Quickly scrubbing, she saw time was running out and
finally dumped the remains of her bucket on the floor of the last dog run, beating the
clock by mere seconds. Two of the girls were not so fortunate; one collapsed on the
floor and refused to rise, crying that she wanted to die. She was carted off by two large
technicians; toe never saw her again.
The remaining three girls were covered in dog feces; toe could feel some drying inside
her ear, but with her hands bound behind her back, could do nothing about it. As she
crawled out of the kennel and along the length of the concrete building, she saw a
distorted reflection of herself in the mirrored glass windows. Her first thought was that
she didn't look even human; hairless, ringed, covered in bruises, welts, scrapes and
now dogshit, she looked like a cartoon caricature from a pornographic comic book. For
the first time since before her trial, toe felt sorry for herself. A single tear formed,
quickly evaporating in the scorching heat.
There was no time for self-pity, though, because it was time for the slaves to clean up
after the lunch meal that had just been served to the staff. Taken back to the kitchen,
the reason for the plastic suits became immediately apparent; none of the slaves would
be permitted to clean themselves. They would remain caked in whatever filth they
collected, until their three day punishment tour was completed.
The rest of toe's experience only led her to become stronger in her resolve to be
absolutely obedient at all costs. It was vital that she become the perfect slave, she now
understood, if she was to survive intact. Her treatment and well-being were directly
connected to her obedience, submissiveness and desirability as slave flesh. She had
no idea what her unknown Owner had in store for her, but she knew if she failed at this
phase of her enslavement...well, there were rumors about what happened to those girls,
none of them pleasant.
Fortunately, there were no more visits to either the kennels or to clean urinals; toe
found these the hardest of all her tasks. There was more work outdoors: she was
made to spend hours in the hot sun hoeing weeds and planting small trees, re-roofing
one of the smaller buildings, and finally, hitched to one of the pony carts and used as a
sort of taxi to transport staff across the compound. All while totally naked, with the hot
sun burning her body to a crisp. The outdoor work was only done in the heat of the
day; with the exception of kitchen duty, the only time the three girls were brought back
inside was after dark. While everyone else slept, the punishment squad was put to
work scrubbing floors, disinfecting exam tables, and cleaning restrooms - this time, with
the proper cleaning equipment. The work grew harder as fatigue and pain set in, but
toe was eventually able to ignore it all as she focused on the task at hand. This ability
to block out everything except the task at hand was something toe would find helpful to
her life as a slave; she was learning to enter what the psychologists referred to as
"subspace."
Finally, her time was up. One girl still had another day to do, thanks to her earlier
shortcomings, but toe and the third girl were led back to the main building where they
were given a cold shower, rinsed with the disinfectant solution and then led back to their
cages where they both immediately fell into a deep slumber. Toe's skin was a mass of
sores from the sun, caked on dog crap and other abuses it had taken, but she was
oblivious to any of it, completely unconscious just seconds after her battered body
curled up on the hard, cold concrete.
