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Chap 11:- The Second Day
In this I make an assumption about the grooming habits of some of the slaves. They could well be inaccurate as in most of the cases I don't know how whether they stay clean or not. However 3 hairy cases is probably reasonably accurate statistically and it provides a plot requirement. Similarly I am taking an interview statement by April literally and to its logical if extreme conclusion.
Ver 2.0 - minor change to correct a logical discrepancy
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The earlier problems with July meant that I was a day behind schedule but had eased the immediate pressure in terms of only having to process 6 bitches a day. I was still however unwilling to leave the others idle. Therefore I changed the format a little. Instead of randomly bitches were brought in for their 1st lesson in a set order.
This was because 3 bitches, June, October and November were not fully shaven or waxed, which gave an opportunity to apply my personal preference and also emphasis my power. Since October and September were the pair that had already had their 1st session I was able to start with them prior to the formal training. September heard some movement and orders to October, then was extracted from its own cage and forced to kneel, hands cuffed in front of it and ankles similarly restrained behind it. It heard a groan from October as I knelt then the situation became clear as I directed its hands.
October had been positioned on the floor, hands tied beneath it and restraint on its waist and neck so it could not move. It's legs had been spread almost in a split and the ankles also bound. A wooden bowl had been placed on its lower abdomen. September found it was actually position between the other slaves legs. I was resting one knee on October's right thigh the other on its neighbouring flank, which had prompted the moan. There was a start from it as I moved September's hands forward, coming into contact with October's cunt and surprising them both. They were uncertain what was going on and September started feeling the other's cunt, wondering if I expected them to entertain me that way. I however slapped its hands away firmly, then redirected them to pull briefly at a strand of October's pubic hair.
I then moved its hands to the bowl on the other's navel and made it pick up the metal object inside. It was at this point that I think it realised what it would be required to do. Moving its hands again I positioned them so the tweezers were gripped around a strand of hair and then pulled them back. This provoked a yelp from October but Carol silenced it with a touch of the strap. I directed September's hands to drop the extracted hair into the bowl.
"You understand?" I said. It shook its head nervously. I slapped its near boob once and said "Yes you do bitch. I want this slut's cunt totally cleaned of hair. If there's any left when we come back to check you will both be VERY uncomfortable. Do I make myself clear!" To press home the point I grabbed September's small breast and squeezed firmly for a few seconds and made it scream in pain. When I let go I repeated the question "Clear?" It nervously nodded so I slapped it lightly about the face and snared "Get on with it then"
It bent forward and reached cautiously for another strand of hair. October tried to jerk away but was so tightly bound it could barely move a millimetre. It whined "Please, don't. That" The rest was cut short by my slap, backhanded with my left hand to its tits, followed rapidly by Carol applying the strap to the same area. Two yelps resulted then I grabbed one of the orbs and squeezed a little. Its cocksucker closed in a grimace and I said. "This will hurt a little. Compared to what you both will undergo it September hasn't completed its task when Carol comes back. Is that clear?"
It nodded quickly and after a final squeeze I let go, allowing it to breath in relief. As I rose off its body I made one final point. "Normal discipline applies. I.e. keep your cocksuckers closed. It there's any unauthorised yapping you're suffer a damned sight worse than what you would have from September leaving a few cunt hairs unpacked. Understand!" Both bitches nodded eagerly and September bent to resume its work. I watched for a couple of minutes as more hairs made their way to the bowl and November clenched its teeth to avoid crying out.
I knew this would keep both bitches occupied for a while. Also for October at least it would be uncomfortable, and both sluts would feel restrained by my degree of control. I had no doubt that September would do its best to complete its task and both would try and avoid breaking the silence, given the lesson from earlier that morning. This would not only reinforce my dominance but was September was causing October pain, without any chance to show any sympathy or regret it would cause emotional tension between them, further isolating them. October's earlier attempt to direct punishment to September could only improve the situation.
It was for a similar reason that I had decided to take June and December next for training, so as to free up those pairs for their own grooming activities. Each pucker would be given 4 hours then the tutor would arrive and give a detailed inspection. Since it was very likely that at least some hairs would be missed that would allow a brief strapping and then another session, that should keep most of the bitches occupied for the bulk of the day.
I was also able to avoid July being idle. After it had been allowed an hour's break Jane visited, extracted it from the cage and manacling it to the wall. Arms were stretched wide to each side and legs left about 3' apart. It was informed that it would get the chance to experience the electro-therapy that it choose for the other slaves the previous day. I was watching on the monitors prior to June being called to the training room and saw it shudder at the thought of 6 hours of agony, especially as it could remember how the other bitches had howled. However I had also discussed with Jane modifications to the session to make its plight worse.
For instance Jane pointed out that it would be unfair if July kept August from resting with its screams and hence it would be gagged. It was resigned to this and opened its cocksucker when ordered but was probably confused when it felt a light touch on its left arm. When Jane started feeding the gag into it the slave tried to struggle and resist as, at this point that it realised that the gag had been thoroughly soaked in a pool of piss. Jane dropped its right hand briefly and gave a stiff jab with its fist to July's already sore abdomen. This drove the breath from its lungs and stunned it. Jane continued feeding the piss-soaked cloth into its cocksucker until its lips were bulging, the bitch being unable to put up more than token resistance. It turned quickly, grabbing the length of adhesive tape it had hung from July's arm and fastened it across the latter's lower face before it could make any attempt to cough out the material. A brief check confirmed that it could still breathe through its nose and Jane stepped back to check on its work. This gave it a chance for a little more vengeance. [July did not know that in one way it was lucky. If I had not vetoed Jane's initial suggestion the gag would have been shit rather than piss soaked. However I had decided to leave that step until later].
"We need to check that gag is working adequately" it said as it dropped a hand down, inserting a couple of fingers into July's cunt. The later started but seemed resigned to the indignity. This changed however when Jane turned its hand so it was palm upwards, then started slowly lifting. July found the fingers pressing firmly on its clit and already battered cunt. I think it tried to gasp and moved quickly to lift itself onto its toes. Jane however continued slowly raising its hand and although July desperately tried to raise itself yet further the pressure continued to increase. July's head swung back, and its entire body frozen rigid in what was obviously intense pain but although I could see its face contort under the mask only the barest moan escaped the gag. After a few more seconds Jane let its hand drop and removed its fingers. July's body sagged in relief and exhaustion. Its torso was already dripping in sweat and on top of its previous ordeals its body dropped in clear exhaustion and despair.
Jane then attached a powerful clamp to July's right breast, not just the nipple but the entire areola. I saw the bitch jerk again at the pressure on the already battered flesh. A quick pull confirmed it was firmly attached and prompted another agonising twitch from the captive. A matching one followed on the left breast.
Jane then lent forward and whispered quietly "Just to make sure other areas don't feel neglected." I only heard the words because I had the sound turned up high and also aided by the fact I had of course told it what words to use. It quickly applied 2 more powerful clamps, one to each of its cunt lips. Quick pulls confirmed they were also firmly positioned and then weights added. July's frame jerked and twisted in agony that would doubtlessly have been far from quiet but for the gag.
It then turned and walked away. From the doorway it said clearly, "be back in 6 hours, enjoy." Then throwing the switch that turned on the current it walked out of the cell. July's back arched violently as the current hit it, sending the weights swinging again, which further increased its pain. I watched for a couple of minutes. It gradually gained enough control to hold its body straighter so they slowly stopped but I knew it was in for a well deserved 6 unpleasant hours.
I turned and summoned Sandra to fetch June for its 1st personal session. It brought the bitch in shortly afterwards and started tying it up. Today I was more active, closing to maul its breasts while this occurred. June moaned a couple of times, especially as my fingers closed on bruises and welts but it have learnt that obedience was the safest step. Once Sandra had finished restraining it I gave its cunt and clit a quick probe, bringing a gasp from it then quickly explained the rules. It moaned when I mentioned the tit-lashing it would shortly received but again fear kept it from complaining. I applied the crop firmly, cutting horizontal lines across the vertical welts already across its breasts and it cried out repeatedly and shook in Sandra's firm grip.
It was only when I ordered it to lower itself onto the table and it realised this would mean a fall onto those already tortured breasts that it tried to complain. I silenced it quickly with a fist to its abdomen and as it gagged and leaned forward a little in response to the blow my hand snaked up to grab a fist full of hair and jerk it forward. Already struggling to hold its balance it managed a brief cry of fear as it fell forward, becoming a gasp as the impact and pain drove the remaining breath from it. Sandra moved quickly to leash its neck and I pulled its head back to warn it "I said quiet bitch. Or do you like pain that much." Accompanying this with a second punch to its side.
This firm line achieved its purpose as the bitch, other than a bit of sobbing, put up no further resistance during the rest of the session. Even when I fucked it, stuck the plug up its arse and then made it remove the condom and lick me clean, other than moan a little, it put up no resistance. Finally I gave it a resounding slap on its reddened rump and said, "See bitch, it's all very simple if you just behave." Then turning to Sandra I told it, "That's all for the moment, take it back to its cell." June put up no resistance as it was unbound and led off. Unaware that it was heading off to have it cunt plucked.
In general all 6 bitches were far more passive than those processed the previous day. This was partly they had undergone another day nude, cold and hungry, which had helped sap their will. More importantly probably had been the morning session, which had made clear both my power over them and my determination to brook no opposition. Only January and December even put up as much resistance as June and both times a couple of quick punches brought them into line. August had it slightly easier as because of the state of its cocksucker all that needed to do was hold the plug until it was inserted up its arse. However, still shocked by what had happened earlier it was virtually totally passive. Its head hanging and a ribbon of dried blood running from its chin down between its marked breasts it looked very erotic and it was with difficulty that I resisted my initial impulse to give it a quick beating.
Several of the tutors had orders to return after they had recaged the bitches. Those were the ones who's charges had disobeyed during the night. In general they received a quick tit lashing , 6 - 12 strokes with a crop. Janine and Sandra also received clamps on their nipples for the respective mis-behaviour of January and June during the morning assembly. They would hold them for an hour then I would allow them to be pulled off. In each case the bitches knew they would be allowed [and expected] to punish the guilty sluts themselves later.
For Jane its punishment, was more serious, to reflect the seriousness of August's crimes. Mostly this was its threat to its master, but also it making a mess and Jane's own response of talking without permission. I took one of the simpler vices, two metal bars, about 1" wide and 18" long, held together by screws at each end. I fitted it over its breasts then gradually turned the screws until slightly less than an inch separated the two bars. It groaned briefly in pain but knew it could have had much, much worse. However it looked so sexy as the protruding breasts swelled and turned red I couldn't resist playing with its nipples for a few minutes. While I did this I also gave it further unwelcome news, that I had decided July's Electro-therapy would be ended after 4 hours. I think it was that as much as the pulling and twisting of its nipples that made it grimace. It smiled however when I made clear that I wanted July rested a little during the day as after tea it would have another session, as I was not finished with the bitch today.
I dropped one hand to insert a couple of fingers up its cunt and as I expected it was quite wet. One result of the amounts of pain the bitches go through during their reconstruction is that they become sexually excited by it. Probably a survival mechanism to help them manage the pain it frequently also helped persuade them they are pain sluts who actually enjoyed what was done to them.
I instructed Jane to tighten each screw another half turn, which it did, wincing beautify in the process then ordered it to leave, giving its arse a good whack as it went past. This in turn made it jump, jarring its boobs further and making the vice bobble with its tits. It had been instructed to get on with its normal work but to return the next time I was free, once an hour had passed.
The only bitch that actually surprised me was April. I hadn't been expecting much from the slut and got little reaction when I mauled its large breasts, although I used more force than with the others. It gasped and groaned a little but made no effort to do anything else and only cried out a little, when I applied the crop to the same bruised orbs. There was a clear shriek when I used its hair to pull it down onto the table, not bothering to tell it to lower itself. However after this it again became passive, even when I laid into its arse with the crop. It moaned and fidgeted a little but even less than the other sluts had done while undergoing the same process. Partially in frustration I yanked its hair hard to lift its head for the plug to go into its cocksucker and rammed that home firmly, making it gag and choke a little.
It was only after that I discovered its secret. Kathy took a couple of minutes to stoke up my cock then fitted a condom. I positioned myself behind April, slapping its arse hard and then reached between its spread legs to guide myself into its cunt. To my surprise my fingers found its hole both gapping open and already dripping freely. I quickly inserted 4 fingers, then virtually the bulk of my hand and jabbed in and out several times. It gasped and groaned, rocking its body and I detected clear signs of pleasure and excitement from it. When I removed my hand it was coated with the bitch's juices.
I moved quickly to the other side of the table, yanked its head back again and ordered it to drop the plug. I then jabbed my wet hand against its cocksucker and it eagerly started to lick its own juices off my hand. "You're enjoying this aren't you slut?" I asked and its head nodded briefly before I pushed my hand further into its cocksucker, making it choke a little and forcing it to concentrate on the task of cleaning my hand. Belatedly I remembered a comment in an article it had made, about enjoying rough treatment and having its hair pulled during sex. I had considered it just one of those lies to excite juvenile fans but possibly it had been telling the truth and I had a nature submissive slut on my hands.
When it had licked my hand clean as much as possibly I used its hair as a towel, giving a few vigorous tugs in the process and prompting a couple of yelps of pain in the process. I motioned to Kathy and it untied April's leash, which meant I could lift its head until its back arched painfully. It tried lifting from the hips to straighten its back but under my instructions Kathy moved behind it and applied both hands to its lower back, forcing that down to the table. April twisted a little, trying to reduce the discomfort but its back was now arched through nearly 90 degrees.
"So you like a little pain do you bitch?" I asked sardonically. It nodded feebly. My right hand came over to grasp its right breast and I began to pinch, pull and twist the flesh as firmly as possible. It gave a small gasp then started to wiggle and moan a little. As I continued it started to breathe more heavily and squeal a bit. After another minute I stopped and removed my hand and it gave a moan of relief. This was short lived however as I started slapping the sore flesh with the palm of my hand, quickly starting it grunting and moaning again. After about 15 slaps it moaned louder and briefly gasped out "Please. Please. I can't take any more."
I stopped and it gasped with relief. This was however short-lived as I was repositioning my left hands' grip in its hair. Having done that I just said "Tough". Then my fist made contact with its battered breast and for the first time it cried with real agony. I hit it 6 more times as it struggled weakly then stopped and slammed it back down on the table. There was a final scream as it hit the table then it lay sobbing for a few seconds.
I gave it a few seconds to recover while I instructed Kathy. It reached over from behind April and digging both fists into its hair pulled its head back up. The bitch screamed and gabbled out a desperate "No, please, no mo.." The latter cut off by another scream I punched its left breast. Standing directly in front of it now I was able to brace myself and get much more force into my blows. For about 30 seconds I swung freely, a furry of blows hitting both breasts. I then signed Kathy who let go, allowing it to drop to the table again. The bitch lay there sobbing and moaning while Kathy retied its leash.
After a minute or so I lifted its head again and it stopped sobbing, in terror. "Never, I repeat, never bitch, tell you're owner you can't take any more. That's his decision, not yours. Understand!" I emphasised the last point with a shake of its head.
"Please master, I'm sorry. I ". I cut it short with a slap from my free hand. "I didn't give you permission to speak!"
It sobbed again and nodded in acknowledgement. I left go of its hair moved back around the table and began fucking it. The bitch was still damp, although I suspect largely from the early stages of its treatment. It was however the only one that tried using its body to please me as after the first few seconds its pussy started to contract in time with my thrusts. It might even have tried pushing back in time, although motion from that must have been agonising for its tits, rubbing against the metal tabletop. I was already fairly excited and came after a few minutes, pumping into it then collapsing on top of it, bringing another cry from it as my weight crushed it down into the table.
I rested a couple of minutes then made it squeal again as I lifted myself up with hands on its shoulders, grinding its boobs into the table then as I lifted fully and pulled back out of it gave its right cheek a resounding slap that echoed around the chamber. "Not bad bitch. A few more hours practice and you might make a passable fuck." It moaned briefly but lay there while I rounded the table. There was a gasp of surprise when I lifted its head but it obediently opened its cocksucker as I thrust my organ forward then began licking when I said "Clean". It was also reasonably quick in getting the hang of pulling off the condom and swallowed it without complaint. I patted it briefly on the head then said to Kathy "Thank this back to its cage."
I knew that the bitch presented a potential problem. What I needed was to totally destroy the slave's will and identity and given it no choice but total submission. A willing slave was no good for my purpose as without completely breaking it some sense of identity would persist. As such there was always the danger that at some point it might resurface, causing the slave to object to an order, or possibly even try and break away. This was no great danger while it was under my control but if nothing else would be seriously embarrassing if it occurred after the slave had been sold on. My reputation depended heavily on trust and selling faulty goods would have a serious impact on it. Therefore I would have to give some thought to how to be certain I totally broke its will.
However the rest of the bitches were processed quickly and without marked resistance. One result of the longer time taken with April was that the next slut was introduced about 50 minutes into Jane's hour so it had to wait about another 30 minutes until I had finished with that one before it could approach for permission to have the clamp removed. By this time the breasts were a dramatic purple and even a trained slave couldn't resist whimpering when I gave them another squeeze. After a couple of minutes I gave my permission and allowed it to start unscrewing the bars. Having it do this itself made things more difficult for it and also allow me more time to place with its boobs. Finally the vice came loose and it sank to its knees as the blood flowed back into the boobs, delayed by my more vigorous mauling. Since the last of the 6 sluts had been processed for the day I allowed it to give me a blow job and was pleasantly surprised when its experienced tongue and lips managed to get me off within 15 minutes. Finally it sank back onto its arse, licking its lips, breasts regaining their normal shape and colour apart from the line of bruising across them. The smirk on its face nearly made me kick it hard in the cunt but instead I just said "Heel" and turning walking away, hearing it scrambling quickly to its hands and knees and began to crawl after me. I left the chamber and went about 20 yards along the corridor, hearing it gasping behind me as it struggled to keep up. Finally I turned, let it catch up the last couple of yards to be on all fours, panting with exertion as I bent down and patted it on the head. "Good bitch, dismissed."
I gave it an hour for things to settle down and check up on some details. Enjoyed a viewing of the highlights of July's therapy, including the way its slumped body was virtually dragged back to its cage once Jane cut the current and unchained it. Although the clamps and weights had been removed I allowed Jane to keep it gagged and this was only removed now, as the bitches were summoned for their 1st meal.
They were lined up in two staggered rows as before, kneeling with wrists cuffed behind them and tutors stationed behind their charges. The latter had already got the bowls lined up on the floor in front of the table, apart from the three that were actually on it. While the 9 on the floor were simple plain tins of dog food the other 3 had been flavoured. I walked in, sat on the table besides them and enjoyed the view. April with its breasts almost black and July, similarly decorated and despite occasional touched of the strap from Jane sagging with exhaustion looked especially good. All of them carried at least some bruising and they were also slumped and in a couple of cases looking thinner already. After a couple of minutes I rolled a dice. It was a 2 so I pointed at the 1st bowl on the table and then February and Janine nodded. The next roll was a 9 so I pointed at bowl 2 and then September for Carol. Finally an 8 won August the 3rd special dish and a grin from Jane as it saw it would get some payback.
The bitches were uncuffed and positioned on hands and knees and the tutors started positioning the plates.
"Since behaviour has been adequate today you will be permitted a meal. As with your drinking you will be expected to use tongue and lips only. You will have 15 minutes, by which time you WILL have cleared your plate or else there will be individual and collective punishment. Do you understand?" I paused and they nodded quickly. By this time at least some of them might have been expecting they would have reservations about the meal but I knew they were both fearful of angering me and very hungry. I continued. "You will commence eating only when your tutors have given you the sign and will do so in silence. Nothing will move from its position until all have finished eating and permission is given. After the food you will be allowed to drink. The same rules will apply expect you will only need 10 minutes to lick your bowl dry. Then, presuming all you stupid sluts have followed those simple instructions, you will be given permission to thank me and taken back to your cells."
The bitches probably thought that being fed like dogs was meant to degrade them. A few might have guessed from the smell, or later the taste, that they were being fed dog food, which would strengthen the idea. To a degree it was true in that they would react that way. However time would teach them that as objects they ranked far below any life forms. Even things such as worms and cockroaches, which they would not be allowed to killed without their owner's permission. Being used as sexual relief by more advanced animals, such as dogs or donkeys would quality as a major privilege for them.
By this time the tutors had largely completed the distribution. It took a little longer for those in the back rank and also those who needed to make sure they had to pick the specials off the table. They then returned to the table to pick up a cane each and returned to their position behind the bitches. I waited a few seconds for them to raise their arms and brace themselves then lifted and dropped my own arm. They swung their arms, sweeping the cane across the arse of the right bitch of each pair then, while its was still yelling with the shock, raised it again, this time across their chests, for a backhanded sweep across the other arse. Those sluts were luckier as this blow was probably lighter and they had been warned to prepare for something unpleasant by the cries of their fellow slaves. Even so they also cried out at the blow.
It took the bitches a few seconds to realise that instead of just another bout of pain this was the sign for them to start eating. It was lucky that the three die rolls had come up as they had. As a result all 3 bitches were very close to each other and I could position myself just behind February and in front of August and September. Those were the three most likely to cause a problem and I wanted to be ready to respond quickly. Several of them had still not got the message by then so I snarled "Well, get on with it!" With the occasional support of a tutor's strap they realised and lowered their heads to start eating.
February took a mouthful then gagged and spat it out. It coughed but before it could do anything more Janine lashed it across the arse with the strap and commander "Eat". It paused, lowered its' cocksucker, gave one lick then started to raise its head and say "No. That's disgusting. I'm not eat" This was cut short by its scream as my boot rammed into its cunt. It collapsed to the floor moaning and withering, hands dropping to its cunt. The second kick hence caught those fingers, crushing them in turn and making it squirm again.
"February has noticed that some of the meals have been flavoured." I spoke calmly into the sudden silence. "This is deliberate. I'm not having fickle slaves getting choosy about what they eat and making demands on their treatment. As such, while your diet will be adequate to maintain you're functioning, some bowls at each meal will include flavouring to get you used to a wide range of tastes and materials. You bitches will consume anything and everything presented to you, immediately and without objection. Disobedience will not be tolerated!" After a short pause I continued. "What are you waiting for. Get on with it."
Several bitches had stopped, confused or concerned after February's initial outburst. Most now quickly dropped their heads and began eating again, some nervously, cautiously trying to sample their food, others driven by hunger and fear to eat more rapidly. Others were encouraged by the straps of their tutors. I noticed briefly that August recoiled with a yelp, as it obviously found one of the dollops of mustard that had been added to its meal but, after shaking its head briefly lowered again and resumed eating. By the time it had finished the bowl I suspect the mustard and also scatter of curry powder would make it eager for its drink.
I turned back and stepped forward to alongside the groaning February. Going down on one knee I grabbed its hair with my right hand, causing it to cry out as I lifted it up. Its hands lifted to flutter around its head then dropped to its arse again as Janine gave it a couple of hard blows and warned it "Be still slut!"
I shook its head to attract its attention. "Are you ready to eat yet slut?" It gasped and heaved for a few seconds then started talking "Please. Don't make me ". Seeing it was still disobedient I let go of its hair, rose as it fell and swung quickly to give it a number of quick kicks to its flank. Although probably only one got through to its tits as the arm sought to block further blows a number from shoulder to upper thigh left it moaning and withering weakly. I glanced around quick and said "Finished already May?" as I noticed that bitch had its head up. It shot quickly down into its bowl and resumed eating, although Sandra reminded it with a number of lashes.
I took one step, onto February's back, bringing a new cry from it as I stepped over to the other side, twisting my heel slightly. Stepping down and turning I gave 3 quick kicks to its right flank then knelt onto to, grabbing its hair again and lifting it head as far as it would go with its torso pinned.
"It's not as if you haven't tasted that before." I said. In this case the bitch was faced with a bowl of dog food well soaked with piss and I knew it had already, albeit reluctantly, drunk that once already. "Or is it the dog food rather than the piss you object to?" This brought a couple of gasps from neighbouring sluts, as they gained confirmation as to what they were eating and also the flavouring it was objecting to. Again the tutor's reminded them of their tasks.
It had not said anything so I shook its head again. "You're running out of time bitch. If you're too late completing this meal you earn all you bitches punishment. And after I've finished with you I might let them give you some payback. Understand?" The latter was accompanied with another vigorous shake of its head then I let it drop, back into the bowl of material it found so objectionable. "Hungry yet?" I asked again.
After a few seconds it wearily nodded its head in submission and began to lick at the bowl. After about 10 more, I lifted my weight off it, prompting a groan of relief as it gingerly got its arms underneath it and raised itself to all fours.
From this point on there were no further problems. Several of the bitches were nervous at first but, finding while the taste was unpleasant nothing repulsive and being reminded by their tutors of the time began to eat more rapidly. August struggled with its bowl but attacked it with new eagerness when I gently nudged its hanging boob with my boot and told it to hurry up.
I waited a couple of minutes more then crouched alongside September. It had cleared most of its bowl, without obvious problems and I smiled as I saw it grab another mouthful. It froze as my hand caressed its left breast and I saw a quiver run through its torso. I twisted its nipple hard and said "Did I tell you to stop?" It winced then quickly resumed eating, ignoring a couple of further pinches from me other than shuffling slightly.
"Good to see your enjoying your protein supplements." It frozen again and this time I pinched the nipple harder and pulled down, stretching its small breast. Its cocksucker opened in pain but if managed to avoid crying out until I let go. It had suspected that it had been eating something from the small, bitter tasting lumps it had found but had not dared stop. Now however I had confirmed it had been eating something it would find unsavourily.
"Please.... Master.... What am I eating?" It asked nervously, with a quiver in its voice. It then cried out in pain but with the limited space I hadn't been able to get much force into the punch and it only pushed the breast to one side rather than being able to crush it against its ribcage. Even so it sagged briefly. I grabbed the breast and dug my fingers in, although not as fiercely as I could have done, and its back arced and head shot up in agony.
"Don't you sluts ever lean to keep quiet!" I gave the breast another couple of twists, prompting more cries then let go and started rising. Giving its arse a quick slap as I did so I said "Continue!" It gasped again and staggered slightly then after a few seconds its head dipped down and it resumed eating.
I moved back, where I could get a clear view of all the sluts eating while enjoying a gentle fondle, by my standards, of Carol's arse.
By the end of the 15 minutes all the bitches had finished except for February, although it was struggling to catch up and had nearly completed. I nodded to Janine and signalled two and its strap lashed across the bitch twice, causing it to arch its back and cry out but then it resumed at a faster pace. A couple of minutes later it finally finished and shuffled back a little, its chest heaving.
By this time all the bitches were waiting nervously and fidgeting a little as they grew tired, their arms and knees aching. Also I knew August would be increasingly discomforted by the highly spiced meal it had been forced to consume and was probably desperately hoping it would get to drink soon.
After another couple of minutes I spoke. "February, do you know what those last two strokes were for?"
It shook its head nervously.
"That's when you ran out of time you lazy slave." It shuddered and its head dropped in fear. "You would have been fine if you hadn't spent so long complaining. Did you hear any of the others objects?" It shook its head nervously. "Did August complain about its curry?" It was a rhetorical question but the bitch was too consumed by its own terror and just shivered and waited for the expected punishment. "I think September even enjoyed its cockroaches." I heard that bitch start gagging as it struggled to avoid throwing up. Carol, as pre my whispered instructions knelt beside it and pointed out that if it threw up it would have to clean up the mess. It struggled for a couple of minutes but finally gained control of its digestive system.
However my main attention was on February and I continued. "As you were warned, disobedience will mean punishment. This will cost two lashes."
I waved my hand for the punishment to begin but this was not for February, but the collective punishment on the other slaves. Each tutor laid two hard strokes on the exposed backs of their charges then moved onto the other one.
"And finally, once it has apologised for its behaviour and begged for punishment, twelve for February itself." It gasped audibly but for the moment said nothing paralysed by fear I suspect. "Unless it thinks that is too trivial a punishment and wishes then to be doubled."
This broke the dam and it quickly stuttered out a response. "Please, master." Then after a pause "Please master. I apologise for my tardiness. Please... please punish me."
"You heard it." I said motioning and both Janine and Kathy moved forward to stand either side of its rear legs. This saved time as while one lifted their strap for the next blow the other could lash forward. It also had the additional; bonus of meaning February suffered the pain in a more concentrated form. It cried out repeatedly and by the last couple of blows had collapsed onto its torso but wisely made no attempt to either evade the blows or block them with its arms. Finally it was left bleeding slightly and sobbing profusely on the ground.
I allowed the bitch to rest a little like this while the tutors took the bowls and filled them with water, returning them to positions in front of the bitches. When given permission, by word rather than lash this time, they fell too, drinking quickly. Not surprisingly August finished its bowl first, seeking to drown the raging fire within it. The rest were slower but both fearing to anger me by failing again and probably very thirsty none took their time.
Finally they had all finished and were returned to standard position kneeling with thighs spread and arms behind them. Before their wrists were rebound I had a few final words. Punishments were declared for February and September for both talking without permission during the meal. Then I said. "February's behaviour meant that all you sluts were punished. As I mentioned earlier permission would be given for retaliation. Therefore if any bitch wants it given additional punishment say nothing but raise your hand now."
Rather to my surprise both April and December raised their hands, then rather hurriedly lowered them. "Right, that's 3 votes for punishment, 6 more lashes." My purpose in deceiving them on the number of votes was to increase mistrust and fear about who had nominated them for punishment. If, as I had expected, none of them had voted I would have said two had but increasingly the numbers by one would increased doubt and uncertainty for all of them.
February cried out "No!" but Janine grabbed its hair and twisted it back with a vengeance to attract its attention. "Silence!" it said, "unless you want further punishment." The bitch subsided into a few sobs and I said "Since the slave thinks the punishment is inadequate I will allow it to be increased to 8 strokes. I will also permit them to be confined to its front."
It gasped again but this time wisely decided to stay quiet. All the bitches were cuffed as there was no point in leaving them unbound and it removed any danger of problems. They were then ordered to sit straight and wait while February was punished. Kathy actually held its shoulder to keep it in place while Janine and Sandra quickly delivered the blows. The bitch quivered and shook, crying out repeatedly, then when it was completed was allowed to slump to the floor.
I ordered the tutors to return the bitches to the cells, give them a toilet break then cage them for the night. It was still quite early, about 7pm, but they had had a long day and as I reminded them would have an even longer one tomorrow.
It took some time to get the bitches returned to their cells and there was one thing I definitely still wanted to see. I changed my footwear, still wearing boots but with softer soles so I could move silently. I followed the bitches and quietly entered cell 4, where Jane had been playing for time, keeping the bitches busy until I arrived.
It asked July if it wished to piss and it nodded. When first asked if it wanted to shit as well it seemed uncertain but June made clear it would have no further chance until the following night. At this point the slut nodded, if a little reluctantly. It was however confused when before being led to the bucket it was warned it must only shit and not piss. Reluctantly it knelt, then bent forward, moaning as its breast took the weight. There was a low moan of relief as Jane released the ribbing and pulled the butt-plug from its arse. It then pulled July's hair to force its head forward and presented the plug to its cocksucker. July reluctantly opened its lips and I heard it groan as the shit stained rod was pushed into its mouth and on down its throat. When the plug was virtually all the way in Jane lifted July's torso to a vertical position. Its head was still left arced backwards so the plug had a straight passage down into its throat. Clumsily it was lifted and guided to the bucket, then allowed to site down on it. The warning about not pissing was repeated by Jane, its hand loosely gripped around one breast in warning.
Once July had shit it was lifted off the bucket and asked again if it still wanted to piss. Confused the bitch nodded again, awkward with the plug still down its throat. It was moved to near the centre of the chamber and left standing, head backwards and legs spread apart 2' apart.
Jane then pulled August over and had it kneel in front of July, it's knees actually protruding between the other sluts legs. Only then were the two bitches informed what I had decided earlier. That in compensation for July clearing up August's mess earlier, until informed otherwise, August was July's pisspot and the latter would only be able to use it and not the bucket.
This caused a cried "No" from August, muffled as its head was pushed between July's legs. The latter staggered slightly, obviously uncertain as to what to do but August's continued struggles decided the matter. I took a couple of steps to position myself then swung a low kick, passing between July's legs from behind it, burying the toes of my boot deep into August's cunt. It's shriek, muffled by July's cunt, was still clear and it slumped in agony.
I motioned to Jane who pulled August back by its hair, allowing it to fall onto its back. July jerked as I tapped it on the flank and said "Don't move bitch." It nodded nervously as I moved passed it to rest my right foot on August's midriff, making it grunt in pain as I increased my pressure.
"You don't learn, do you bitch. You can't even obey the simplest order."
It tried to beg "Please. Please. I'm sorryyy, Ahh!" The outburst was cut short by pain as I jabbed down hard with my heel.
"I didn't give you permission to yak bitch. For once shut the crap up!" It wisely followed instructions, only gasping a bit as my heel jabbed it again.
"Every damned time to say you're going to obey. Then as soon as you get the chance you start moaning, objecting, disobeying. I was generous this morning, letting July clean up your mess. Are you grateful?" I nudged it again. "No you revolting little shit. As soon as you get the chance to pay it back you start whining again."
I paused, nudging it a couple more times but making no comment for the moment. It breathed a sigh of relief as I lifted my foot but I was just taking a step forward and a moment later it lowered again, this time across its breasts. It's cocksucker opened in a combination of pain and fear but I wasn't putting much pressure on for the moment. I warned it. "Say nothing bitch. Listen. They decide whether you want to obey or earn yourself more pain. Understand?" I increased the pressure slightly and it squirmed and nodded eagerly. I lifted my foot a little, but not as much as before and continued.
"You will be punished of course. For a start there will be 200 strokes and 50 specials. " It gasped at that but wisely said nothing. "Furthermore you will do the role assigned to you. Quickly, and without any complaint!" I emphasised the point with some more pressure and it nodded quickly. I pointed out to it. "Plenty thick aren't you? You're just agreed to do what you refused, having gained a kick in the cunt, a few bruises" pressing down again with my boot to make the point, " and quite a beating." Its cocksucker opened in pain and possibly despair as the validity of my point and after a couple of seconds I relaxed the pressure.
"However I've had enough so there's more." It groaned and I increased the pressure again until it was silent. Since you object to being a pisspot we might as well simplify matters. Until further notice you are July's toilet. Period!" It frozen for a couple of seconds as the meaning of that sank in then started shaking its head.
I brought my full weight down on its breasts for about 5 seconds, turning the protest I think it was planning to make into a scream. Stepping back once that foot was on the ground my other one swung a low kick into it left breast. With arms bound behind it there was no way it could have blocked the blow, even if it could have seen it and the arms helped by raising its breasts, making them a easier target.
"Nod if you agree." I said. It whimpered and moaned for 5 seconds then screamed as I kicked its boob again, this time with more of my weight behind it. Its back arched in agony and it nearly managed to turn away from me before flopping back down, panting in exhaustion. The third kick made it grunt again and its head started nodding rapidly.
I gave it a few seconds to recover, just lying there whining pitifully. After about a minute I asked it again. "You are about to behave now slut?" It nodded eagerly. "You will apologies and take your punishment, then do any tasks your set?" Again it nodded.
I gave it a pause then said. "First you will apologise to your master, thank me for punishing you and beg for the rest of it?"
Its voice was thin and unsteady, "Master, this slave is sorry it misbehaved. ... It thanks you for punishing it and .." It paused uncertainly, then continued, "begs you to...., to punish it further as required."
"Well for a start one tit has received 3 kicks before you started showing some manners. Obviously, in the interests of balance the other should take the same."
It shuddered and closed its cocksucker, head shaking briefly.
"Or do you think you're left boob wants a few more kicks before we start on the other?" It frozen again, probably unable to belief I was serious. "Well?" I asked in a menacing tone.
It gulped, swallowing deeply then finally started "Please master, please... kick my right breast."
"Let me hear you beg properly, and how many times you want it kicked!" I was determined to drive my point home about how helpless it was.
"Please master... I'm begging you.... Please kick my right breast three times."
"See you can ask politely." I said as I brought my left foot down on its midriff, driving the air from it in a great gush. Its shoulders rose as it partially jack-knifed but fell back down as I stepped off on the other side. I turned on my heel, stepped back a little further then sank my boot into its right breast. It screamed again, jerked and shook for several seconds.
I gave it about a minute, after which its breathing had started to recover. It was however soaked in sweet and still moaning, almost deliriously.
"Well?" The word puzzled it, or perhaps it was too deep into its agony. "Aren't you going to thank you're master and beg for the next one?" Its head slumped to the floor in despair and I suspect if I could have seen its face panic and terror would have struggled for dominance. I gave it another nudge. "Or are you saying that last kick was too weak to count."
I doubt if it actually had any resistance left but that gave it a nudge into action. Its voice broke as it said "Master, ... thank you for kicking me. Please... please do it again."
"Do you call that begging slut? Give some authenticity. Make it sound like you're serious."
It gasped again, paused then stumbling over the words, said "Please master. This slave thanks you for punishing it and... and begs you please kick its tits again."
I accepted this and swung my boot again. This time I had moved along a bit so I hit from slightly under rather than over the nipple level. The large orb still wobbled enjoyably and its scream, although now very thin echoed around the room. It fell back and looked as if it had lost consciousness, lying limply.
I decided to give it three minutes. Actually, shortly after two it started to move its head again and moan a little. Crouching down over it I saw how the blows had dramatically increased the bruising on its boobs, already marked from the morning and a relatively little mauling when it had undergone its training session. There was still that sexy little trail of dried blood from its cocksucker to it throat and then between its battered boobs.
"Don't you have something to say bitch?"
The proximity of my voice, only a few inches from its head possibly startled it and it jumped slightly, reminding it of its body's aches and prompting new moans. However the reminder that the nightmare was indeed real forced it to respond to try and bring the suffering to an end, at least for the moment. It took a deep breath then stuttered out a request, "Please master. Please kick me again."
It hadn't thanks me, nor begged properly, but I decided it was so nearly at its limit that I had pushed it as far as was worthwhile. I rose, positioned myself and supplied the last kick. Its body jerked with the blow but only a low moan escaped from its lips.
I knew it would be out for a few minutes so I turned back to July and Jane. The former was still standing but quivering, probably with both fear and exhaustion. Rather to my surprise it was still standing motionless but for the shaking, its head still twisted painfully backwards. As I watched it did cough slightly, its throat trying to lift out the plug but after it had risen about an inch Jane simply reached up and pushed it back down again. July gagged slightly but resignedly accepted the restoration.
I watched it a couple more minutes then turned back to August. It was still laying on the floor but starting to stir, moaning a little and shaking its head. Approaching I crouched down beside it and gently nudged one of the bruises on its nearest breast. It jerked with a moan and started to gabble "Please, no more, pleasse."
I changed to a quick but firm pinch on one nipple, cutting its outburst off with a new cry of pain and said angrily. "Don't you learn anything bitch. You don't speak without permission and never dare to make demands of your master." I gave one of the bruises a jab with my finger, making it moan again. "You still have to thank me bitch. Getting lazy again."
It groaned again at another jab then spoke quickly "Master. Thanks you..., thank you for punishing me".
"That's better. Easy when you actually start behaving isn't it?". I rose and stepped back.
"Now you need to apologise to slave Jane."
"What?" a started mutter then, obviously fearful of more punishment it continued rapidly. "I'm sorry master, I don't understand?"
I gave it a quick kick to its arse and said "Don't ask questions slut. Just obey. That's all you need to know. Although even something as thick as you should have got that one!" I paused briefly then continued. "As I said earlier tutors have to take responsibility for their bitches misbehaviour. Jane definitely drew the short straw with you two lumps of shit. It's already paid more than all the other tutors put together." Its cocksucker opened in an Oh! of surprise and sudden understanding.
"True it will get the chance to pay you both back, with interest. As another slave slut it ranks barely above you in the food chain. However you might want to avoid offending it too much."
It gapped again then quickly said "Jane, I'm sorry. I didn't mean."
Another kick stopped it "Refer to it by its status as slave. What you meant is irrelevant. All that matters is whether you obey orders adequately or should be requesting punishment for your failures. Which is not relevant with a fellow slave. Accept it will punish you when its permitted to and try to start getting things right. Else I don't think your carcass will last much longer. Get me." I nudged its arse again, relatively gently, to make the point. "Now try again."
It paused then said "Slave Jane. I apologise for the punishment I have caused you. I will try and prevent it happening in the future."
"Better. Just about adequate, but will have to do. Now July."
It looked puzzled. "Think about it. July did you a service but you refused to repay it. Also." I have moved relatively quietly while speaking. Spinning quickly on my heel I slammed a punch into July's midriff. It jack-knifed under the blow, managing a step backwards before it fell to the floor. "There are collective punishments at cell level as well. July now has reason to thank you just as Jane has."
I paused then continued. "I've had so much trouble with you two sluts that I will be taking a much harder line from now on. You will be glad to know it won't apply to earlier crimes but any time either of you step out of line I will be coming down hard on both of you. Is that clear July?" It was groaning on the floor and I kicked its calf, making it yelp again, clear despite the butt-plug still muting its cries then managed a couple of tentative nods.
I turned and quickly walked back to August, also lying on the floor. A short but sharp kick to its thigh attracted its attention and I said "Clear to you as well bitch!" It nodded quickly.
I moved to sit on one of the cages for a couple of minutes, giving them both time to recover slightly. They just lay on the floor resting, moaning a little but probably frightened to draw attention to themselves by making too much noise.
"Right August, ready to apologise to July bitch?"
It groaned, then shook its head, obviously trying to get its thoughts in order. I gave it a minute but positioned myself to kick it again if it didn't hurry up.
"Slave July. I apologise for the punishment I have caused you. And also for refusing to repay you." It remembered the second point, which I was expecting it to forget.
"And you're now prepared to start obeying slut?"
It's cocksucker opened but whether through exhaustion or caution it settled for simply nodding its head.
"Then your finally ready for your drink bitch." My previously casual voice suddenly exuded menace.
It gapped, paused then slowly nodded its head. "Get July up Jane." I instructed as I reached over and started pulling August to its knees. It cried out a couple of times, not just because of my grip on its hair but also the pain of its various bruises and injuries. I knew it was probably near the limit its body could currently take but that it was important to impose my will now rather than let it off. After a couple of minutes it was on its knees, legs spread as much for balance as to expose its cunt properly. Its head wavered a bit until I steadied it with a renewed grip in its hair.
July was in a better condition and Jane was able to get it to its feet fairly quickly and in a couple of minutes positioned as before, its cunt an inch or so from August's face. "Stick your tongue out." I told August, shaking its head to make clear I was referring to it. The bitch obeyed and I pushed its head forward, driving it between July's cunt lip, the latter jerking slightly in surprise. August started to dart its tongue in and out, flicking between July's lips, but I stopped it with a shake of its head and then pulled it back out of reach. July gave a moan, possibly of frustration and August's stance radiated puzzlement and fear.
"You're not here to entertain it. Just to empty it's bladder." I reminded it. "I don't know how long you will be drinking. If you need to breath just do that and July will know to cut the flow. Understand?" It nodded reluctantly. "You're not allowed to do it more than twice. Don't waste time. Next time your head goes forward it's a live run. And neither of you want anything to be spilt. Do you?" I ended menacingly. August gave a small sigh of despair and nodded briefly. I looked up and said, "Understand July" and it also nodded.
I thrust August's head forward and it opened its cocksucker, spreading its lips almost hungrily as it sought to ensure nothing could escape from July's cunt. The latter paused a couple of seconds then I heard a sigh from it and August's head jerked slightly. I allowed it a small amount of play but before I forced it forward the bitch moved the head itself and its cheeks ballooned then I saw its throat as it started to swallow. After the first mouthful went down it gagged slightly, presumably at the taste and revulsion at what it was doing. However then it started again and I realised how totally terrified it was as it gulped greedily, to swallow the piss as quickly as possibly.
It stuck its tongue up July once and the latter presumably stopped as August was able to move its lips and suck in a couple of quick breaths then it closed again. After barely a minute it was over. August sucked for a few seconds more, as it not expecting the flow to end but then both bitches pulled slightly away from each other. I say August's cocksucker split into a grimace of revulsion and warned it not to spit. It winced again, made a final swallow then started breathing deeply.
"What do you say August?"
It looked puzzled for a few seconds then said "Thank you slave July for pissing in my mouth."
I corrected it "Cocksucker is the correct term for a slave bitch like you. But I will let it pass this time." I relaxed my grip on its hair and shoulder and it slumped, forehead resting on July's cunt for a couple of seconds then slipping past as the latter inched back in surprise, and then if fell forward to the floor with a brief cry and a subdued thud as it hit the floor..
I rose to my feet and said to Jane "July have been cleaned out. Put it away for the moment. Given the state August is in I don't want any physical punishment tonight. However, since it's working on its toilet training I have no objection to you giving it extra lessons. Then let it use the bucket itself and store it for the night. I heard a distant groan from the floor as August took this in and saw the grin from Jane. My hand cupped Jane's left breast, noticing the bruising from the day's earlier punishment had already disappeared. However I knew a little tenderness might still be present as I squeezed it briefly and said "You realise August has earned you some more pain." It nodded briefly but I had decided I would have to do that later.
I left, allowing Jane to finish off. Had already decided I would leave them an hour to settle before we came back for July. That would give me time for a meal. A grin spread across my face as I remembered I also had to punish Janine for February's disobedience at teatime.
A thought occurred to me and I turned at the door. "Jane, you may shit but don't piss yet!" It looked puzzled but nodded.
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