Pooch's Story
Part 7 The Infirmary
Gradually her mind began to return to the real world. The world that had so
quickly filled with unpleasant realities. Pooch first sensed her position. She
was kneeling on all fours her belly supported on a flat surface of some sort.
her tits hanging over the end. There was soft padding under her knees. She felt
something foreign running through her nose and going down the back of her
throat. Memories of what had happened to her before fading to black began to
return, confirmed first by the burning pain in her breasts and then the
throbbing of her feet. Pooch tried to adjust her position but besides getting
reacquainted with the stabbing pains in her shoulders and posterior she found
her wrists and ankles to be securely cuffed to what she assumed was the floor.
Being blindfolded denied her the knowledge of where she was. Since all was quiet
she assumed she was alone.
Her mind began to put together the clues to form an idea of what was going on.
She felt rested so a fair amount of time must have past since the caning. Pooch
remembered the raging thirst she had felt and that was gone too. The tube in
her nose must have been supplying her with water. There was a feeling of relief
that she was not in the pit and that steps that had been taken to give her some
comfort. she felt somewhat reassured that Marla intended to keep her around for
longer than she had previously feared. Still, there was no reason to be
optimistic about the future. Marla had made her position very clear. If she was
going to be allowed to heal it would be only so that she could be dragged back
to the mouth of hell all over again. For now all she could do was savor this
quiet time and replay in her mind the events of the recent past.
The clicking of heels ended the peace all too quickly.
"Welcome back to the world of the living", Marla announced her
presence.
Pooch immediately felt her stomach tense.
"Isn't this exiting, our first time alone since you have become my
property. The thought that I can do anything I want to you and you have to
take it is positively intoxicating though I imagine it must be quite different
for you. Oh well, I guess the other neat thing is I don't have to give a shit
about how it feels to you". Marla was absolutely giddy.
"I'll fill you in on your present situation in a minute but first I picked
up a new toy at Maxis this morning. Actually it was a bunch of new toys but I
just can't wait to try out this one. Beg me to whip your udders Pooch."
"Would mistress please whip my tits, please", responded Pooch in a
soft trembling voice.
"You know Pooch I thought that you were a lot smarter than you have shown
lately but you really are turning out to be one ignorant cow. Let's go over the
still unpunished infractions that you have rung up since last night. We begin
with begging Ed to let you go. That involved attempted escape, talking out of
turn and moving from position. You then looked Shandra in the face and she had
to slap you to reestablish her control. You then pulled away from Greta and
talked out of turn to her. You failed to gather all your cloths together after
being instructed to. You see you forgot the little maid outfit, and then you
lied about it when I asked if you had put everything into the box and you said
yes. You pissed yourself. And now not only did you do a totally unsatisfactory
job of begging, you failed to refer to yourself in the third person, as I had
clearly instructed you , then you had to be a smart ass and call your udders,
tits. You will pay dearly for all of these infractions. Now since you're such a
dumb ass I'm going to explain this to you. You are not a human. Human women
have tits. I have tits. You have udders. Women have vaginas and pussies you have
a piss hole. Women have ass holes or brownies you have a shit hole. Do you
think you can remember all that"? "Yes mistress". Tears had begun
to well up in Pooch's eyes.
"Good, now try begging again and remember that when you're told to beg you
better do it like your life depends on it because it just might".
"Please, please, please, oh mistress, with all my heart I beg you, please
whip Pooch's sinful and vile udders. Please whip Pooch's udders, whip those
udders nice and hard. Oh, please, please whip those sagy, ugly udders".
She cried real tears all the way through. She was begging her new owner, a woman
10 years younger than herself and in possession of what had been her man. A
woman who actually hated her was now her owner. Pooch caught a glimpse of
herself as she must look to her bitch owner Marla. She was begging her owner in
the most frantic and sincere way to whip her breasts. Breasts that had just
hours ago been pierced by red hot darning needles and the nipples crushed by
vise grips. When Pooch saw herself do this, through her minds eye, she grew
very sad. Pooch saw herself and what she saw was a pathetic creature that had
been, to pardon the expression, totally whipped. A pathetic limp rag being
manipulated by Marla. She had given up her pride and dignity to the sting of
the lash. and she was yet to be punished for her misdeeds, except for one, and
that had almost killed her. Pooch had no right to expect any less severe
treatment the next time she was punished and there would be many sessions
coming up.
Marla laid into Pooch's dangling breast, the lash curling around the slave girls
left side and then snapping on untouched skin just below the nipple. Pooch was
not gagged and she bellowed out the most god awful scream that filled the room
to exploding.
On the end of the very small whip was a metal tip and a wire, made of very
strong but flexible and fatigue resistant metal, connecting it to the handle. A
soft rubbery plastic, instead of the traditional leather was braided around the
wire. The flattened metal tip allowed the pocket sized whip to hit with the
impact of a much longer all leather whip. It felt to Pooch like her tit, o
excuse me, her udder, had just been ripped open by a bull whip.
This was the reaction that Marla lived to see. It sent goose bumps down her
spine. She wondered if she could do as well on her next stroke. But first she
wanted to hear Pooch beg again now that she knew how the little whip felt.
"Pooch I am giving you a direct order", said Marla in a strong
matronly voice. "You are to beg again to get your udders well whipped or
I'll just give them 50 of the best. If I were you I'd beg real good".
Pooch could swear that her left breast had been ripped in two, and she was a
woman with ten years of experience in getting her breasts whipped and that's
not counting the years she had done it too herself.
The pain from the first blow was still increasing..
"Mistress oh most holy mistress. Mistress most fair and just,. this
pathetic piece of trash of a slave, not worthy of eating your shit begs you to
whip her udders. Oh most perfect of perfect mistresses please whip Pooch's
evil, foul, udders. Please whip them so they bleed. Teach them a lesson, not to
be so ugly. Please, please most holy mistress.". Not a single shred of
dignity remained to cloth her.
She would do anything to avoid the whip especially on her tits.
When Marla heard the plea she was again thrilled with her power.
She wondered how far she could go in making Pooch beg even harder to have her
tits whipped as her tits hurt more and more. The second lash didn't miss the
nipple. Certainly the second scream was more hysterical than the first.
Just one more, Marla thought to herself. She decided to extract maximum
performance from her slave and when the wordless screams died down Marla
screamed right back but with words.
"That was the poorest most useless begging I ever heard. I'm going to give
you just one more chance to move me to mercy or you get 50. NOW BEG"!!!!!
By now Pooch's tears flowed in a steady stream. How could she debase herself to
a point so low that she would not get the lash? She knew Marla would probably
whip her no matter how she begged but she still had to try. "Please
mistress Marla, please whip Pooch's udders, please whip them hard and make Pooch
scream. Pooch will do anything mistress Marla if you would just discipline her
aching udders. Oh please use the new whip to rip open Pooch's naughty udders
and show Pooch that you are really her lord and mistress. Please Pooch begs you
to show her, her place beneath the soles of your shoes. Please her udders need
whipping so bad, oh please mistress Marla, please, please, please".
Pooch could hear her new lord and master walk over to her left side. Her hanging
breasts shook has she waited for the high pitched but quiet whistle of the
horrid little whip. The agony of her left breast was soon shared by her right
as the metal tip buried itself in the outside side of the udder. Again the room
was filled with her scream though it wasn't quite as loud. It wasn't because
of lack of effort but because her voice was starting to go again.
Marla wondered if Ed could hear his former girl friends screams as he worked in
the garage. She hoped he could. Marla's sanitary pad was now wet with her own
lubricating juices.
"There, there, there, Marla patted the now bawling slave on the head.
"It's OK I'm not going to whip you any more. I just couldn't wait to try
this little whip out. It really works well doesn't it"? I'm going to have
it with me all the time. It's small enough that when it's coiled up it fits
into the palm of my hand". Marla cupped the slaves breasts in her hands
weighing them and examining the damage.
"You know the little whip left some pretty nasty marks but their pretty
small and only one stroke left a break in the skin. This will be perfect".
"Anyway I promised to fill you in on your current situation. You are in the
infirmary. As I am sure you are aware, steps have been taken to position you in
a way that your wounds could best heal while maintaining a high level of
restraint. In this position you should be able to move just enough to prevent
pressure sores and joint damage and you should be able to sleep. Right now you
must think it's a lot better than the pit which is were you expected to be,
were you will indeed spend a lot of time. You are here only because Steve
thought you were going into shock and with the damage to your feet and rear
having to stand in the pit might have been too much for your body to handle so
we cleaned you up, inserted a tube into your stomach for food and fluids and
brought you here. Now you may think that you want to stay as long as possible. I
want you out of here as soon as possible and I don't want you looking for ways
to end up here.
This is where the "healing machine" comes in.. This machine will
encourage rapid healing and discourage you from wanting to be admitted. I am
now going to hook you up".
Marla pushed over a small stainless steel cart with some electronics and a long
but narrow dildo with a curved narrow flat bar attached to the base along with
a bundle of wires. Marla picked up the dildo and liberally coated it with
electrically conductive grease. She then squatted beside her slave and slid it
into her open cunt. "Relax this is quite narrow and it wont cause any
damage. It is long though, and it goes right up to your womb". When
inserted the bottom plate followed the curve of Pooch's crotch from her
clitoris to the front edge of her anus. "Now when I turn this ring small,
spring loaded, metal probes will emerge from all over the dildo and butt up
against your inside surfaces. Since the probes are angled backwards the dildo
cannot be removed while they are extended".
Marla turned the ring and Pooch felt the spikes but up against the entire length
of her vagina. It was an unusual sensation but it wasn't painful. She was sure
that would come soon enough. Probes also extended from the plate along her
crotch. "There, that's all it takes to hook you up", said Marla.
This unit will stay in at all times while you are in here. You may not have
noticed but a catheter has been inserted into your bladder to take care of your
urine and this plate only runs up to your shit hole without covering it so you
can shit without removing it".
"Now I'm going to explain the healing machine to you but first I'm going to
get myself another bottle of wine". Pooch heard Marla walk away.
Pooch could not believe the effect of the little whip on her punished breasts.
They had become the new center of attention. The little whip had brought tear
wrenching pain each time it hit her delicate breast. and being blindfolded and
unable to asses the damage Pooch imagined a three inch gash deep into the meat,
so intense was the pain. If she had been able to see the real damage she would
have seen a rather angry welt with a broad purple area at the end but nothing
really severe. It began to sink in that she would feel this every day as just a
prod to urge her along to better performance. This wasn't even a punishment
stroke. How would she survive in such a hostile atmosphere and to make it worse
Marla was making herself drunk and she knew, from her experience with Ed, that
when she was drunk she would be a lot less inhibited when it came to inflicting
pain. Seeing Ed drunk had terrified her. He had always hurt her much more when
he had been drinking.. Now Marla, her new owner, was purposely getting drunk so
she could be more vicious and have more fun. Marla terrified her almost to the
point of immediate panic. Pooch wondered what would happen to her pussy. What
would that thing do? Would it stab her? Would it rip her? Would it shock her?
She couldn't see the control panel. She knew that what ever it did it would
hurt her badly. It was an hour before Marla returned. She had to go to the
supermarket to pick up more wine. Marla brought home a mini keg. It was enough
for an entire weekend and she brought it with her into the infirmary.
Pooch couldn't see that Marla had stripped entirely naked except for her shoes.
She had replaced her sanitary pad with a tampon. She had the little whip
wrapped around her neck. like a necklace. Marla could not believe how good she
felt. She could now live out all the fantasies that she had only dreamt about.
She had the perfect slave and Marla would show the world how well she could
train Pooch. The only methods she would use were personality striping and pain
avoidance.
Slaves that had been stripped of their personality responded better to the
simple pain avoidance technique. The fun thing about this technique was that
although at first, there was a clear positive correlation between the intensity
of the pain and the subjects compliance, after a point, as the pain increased
the subjects behavior no longer improved But the great part was that it didn't
get worse so the only danger was to apply too little pain. It was better to err
on the side of too much pain. All you wanted to do was keep the subject
conscious. Up to the point of unconscious anything goes. "I didn't tell
you but I control your bladder too. If I unclamp the hose you pee otherwise you
can't.. Go ahead Pooch, try it".
Pooch tried to pee but saw she couldn't. "I can use that hose to send
material into your bladder and not just out. If I forget to drain you, you will
suffer extreme pain in your bladder and then kidneys. And you aren't allowed to
even let me know you're suffering. Right now, in case you are wondering I'm
recycling your pee through the feeder tube. When it comes to your bowels,
they're under enema control. You figure it out. Since you're now conscious I'm
going to withdraw the feeding tube and you can eat and drink through your mouth.
You'll get a bowl and it will go on a shelf below your head. You will eat like
a dog. You will finish anything and everything that is put into your food bowl
or you get punished ".
Marla continued, "you will soon find out how the healing machine works.
For you the great thing is that you don't have to do any thing, the machine is
totally automatic. All you do is lie back and scream. At least until your voice
gives out. As your voice gives out the pain doesn't. It just gets worse. Now
I'll just turn it on and put it in calibration mode" Marla flipped a
switch on the control panel and waited while she watched Pooch.
At first Pooch couldn't feel anything. As the power output of the machine
increased she felt a tingle in her vagina and instinctively jerked back. Marla
entered this output level as the lower minimum. Gradually the machine kept
increasing the power. The tingle grew stronger and more distinct. The muscles
throughout her nether regions began to contract. She wasn't in pain yet but she
was not comfortable either. "Now let's test your ability to handle stress.
You will count backwards starting at one hundred like this, one hundred
Mississippi, ninety-nine Mississippi, ninety-eight Mississippi all the way down
to one. If you don't make it all the way down to one then at where ever you
lost count that's how many strokes you'll get with my little whip. You can
count as fast as you wish just don't loose count".
Pooch obeyed the order and started counting back. By now her insides had entered
into great discomfort. Her clit was starting to hurt as did her anus.
"One hundred Mississippi, ninety-nine Mississippi, ninety-eight
Mississippi", she counted as fast as she was able. "Eighty-seven
Mississippi owww, eighty-six Mississippi owwww"! Her muscles were now at
maximum contraction and the pain was changing in nature from the pain of severe
cramping to the pain of constant waves of electrical shock. This was her first
experience with electrical torture. She would learn that it is something to
which you never get used to. If anything, you learn to fear it more with each
experience. "Seventy-five aughhhhhh Mississippi aughhhhhhh!!! Seventy,
seventy-four miss aaaughhhhh Mississippi aaaauuughhhhh". Pooch was really
struggling not to give in to the pain.
She just had to get down to one and avoid the whip. Marla paid no attention to
the actual count. All that she was waiting for was for Pooch to totally loose
the ability to talk. She was waiting for nothing but scream. "Six
aaaaaghhhhhhh ty-six owwwwwww miss owwww is owwww i aaauuughh pi, sixty owwwww
two Missies aaaaaaauuuuuughhhhhhhh pi, sixty-five oooooooooooooooowwwww",
she had now completely lost track of the count as her mind was abandoned to the
pain.
"Fif aaaaaaaaaauuuuuuuuuuuuughhhhhhhhhhhh"!!!!! Marla had found her
next calibration point. It was where the subject cannot see anything but the
pan. The intensity kept rising. and rising.
Pooch's entire body began to convulse uncontrollably crashing and jerking
against the block to which she was attached. If she hadn't been blindfolded her
eyes would have been seen trying to pop out of her head. Marla had reached the
final calibration point, maximum level. She switched the machine to automatic.
The current stopped. The room was quiet.
"You know Pooch", Marla said. That dildo looked harmless enough so I
asked Ed to help me try it on myself. I told him that I would insert the dildo
into myself and while I held on to the bed post he would turn it up to about
half the current that you got and turn it off. If I screamed STOP he would turn
it off right away".
"I yelled stop at about the time you had counted down to ninety-five. But
Ed was feeling cruel and he didn't stop till the machine had reached the maximum
level we had agreed on. I almost went out of my mind. I haven't forgiven him
yet. I had yelled stop, and I had meant it, at one quarter the level that you
just took. If I had got what you just got the cleaners would have been scraping
me off the walls. You are one hell of a pain slut".
Pooch was still shaking uncontrollably. Every nerve in her entire body was
roaring. What had she just been through.? She couldn't go through that again.
She had to tell Marla that she couldn't take that again. She preyed under her
breath. Prayer was the last thing she could do. Any time she was not being
beaten she was preying.. She still believed in God.
The light glistened off the sweat covering Pooch's body. Her heart rate was
still one eighty. "Oh God", she prayed, "please, please, please
God, don't let me go through that again". Her nose was red and running,
her eyes were swollen from crying.
When Marla touched Pooch's cheek with the palm of her hand Pooch jerked back
violently. It was a reflex taken to the extreme by the state of her nerves.
"There, there, there", Marla chided. "You'll be all right. You
felt the whole range there weakest to strongest. Usually the machine wont get
up to the maximum".
Pooch didn't like the sound of the word, "usually"? Was Marla
implying that these shocks were going to be frequent things? God help her,
Pooch thought, if she is..
"The healing machine is set to come on all by itself at random times and
random intensities, so you never know when to expect the next healing session.
On average though", Marla went on, "it will come on about once every
four hours. The machine tries, from information gained from sensors in the dildo
device, to turn on when you are asleep. It will remove a lot of the pleasure
that you might get from sleep, when you know that the sooner you fall asleep
the sooner you will feel the electricity. When you're finally so tired that you
can't stay up any longer any little disturbance will cause your mind to jolt
you awake thinking it's the start of the next session with the electricity.
Now just to show you that I am not completely heartless, and realize that
sometimes you end up here through no fault of your own, the machine will,
again I must emphasize on average, perform at lower intensities early in your
stay. As your stay gets longer the maximum intensity will go higher and stay
there for a longer period of time. Needles to say I have set the minimum level
of intensity for any session at about double what I could voluntarily take.
You already felt the maximum. It might stay at maximum from two seconds to two
minutes. At maximum I don't expect you to stay conscious for more than ten or
twenty seconds, but you will rarely get the maximum. The machine is powered by
batteries which can be charged from solar panels if conventional electricity is
cut off. When you are in here Pooch, you wont escape the healing machine. Just
remember, it will start as a tingle and then keep climbing at a steady rate,
and it can start at any time" When Pooch heard those words every fiber of
her being agreed that no matter what the cost she had to get out of here.
Anything was better than this. She had to show Marla that she was almost healed.
Yes Pooch was sure that she was fit enough to work. .
The machine was working already.
As if knowing what Pooch had just been thinking Marla asked her, "did you
feel any healing effect from the machine yet?" Pooch nodded to her
mistress enthusiastically and said "Yes mistress I did, I feel
better".
Pooch heard the whistle, followed by the crack and the sting, of her mistresses
little whip. It landed in her armpit and Pooch's. entire right side convulsed
as she, unsuccessfully, tried to hide her armpit from the whip. Marla struck
the same spot quickly, a second time, as if to underline her point.
"I didn't tell you, you shit head, that you could blab. All that question
wanted was some indication of a yes or a no. A nod of your empty head would
have been enough, at most a -yes mistress-. I didn't ask for your life story.
From now on if it is possible to answer a question by nodding your head that is
what you will do. I won't hear your horrid little voice for days, except for
the screams of course".
New panic set in for Pooch, how was she going to show her mistress that she was
OK? "You know what Pooch", Marla sounded almost gleeful, "I bet I
can punish you for your blabby mouth without hurting the healing, right here
and now. That would be better then letting theses infractions pile up, now
wouldn't it"? Pooch moanfully nodded.
"Let me think about what I could do to you? All the large areas of your
body that are exposed have pretty much been beaten to a pulp and that's why
you're hear healing, so your back, but and udders are out. I've got it. The
perfect punishment for a poor student like you, and being in the position
you're in you won't be able to forget it as long as you're in here. Did you
ever get the strap when you were in school? Pooch shook her head.
"Well around here students that had earned the strap got it on the palms of
their hands. Your hands are wonderfully sensitive and because not as much force
is necessary to produce a remedial effect as, say. on your back, the healing is
much quicker. Don't worry. I realize that you are not a young impressionable
student but an old and stupid slave so a lot sterner measures are needed to
leave a lasting impression. Let me think about it while you have your first
meal as my slave " It had been a long time since Pooch had eaten any real
food. A while ago she had been quite hungry but recent events had resulted in a
loss of appetite.
Marla pulled out a sliding shelf from inside the block to which Pooch was
attached. It extended just below the level of her head. She then scooped out a
measure of course meal from a bag labeled "pig chow" to which she
added scrapes from a plastic bucket brought up earlier from the kitchen. It had
contained some potato peels, apple core, chewed up meat gristle and fat, some
carrot tops and other scraps. The bucket was labeled "Slop". Some
white liquid was poured from a plastic jug over everything, then Marla placed
the bowl on the shelf right under the slaves chin. "I hope you like it.
I've done a lot of research on a suitable diet that was completely nutritious
and yet cost almost nothing. This is what I came up with. Believe me you will
be eating healthier than anybody else in this house. If you don't like it,
well, you'll be eating it anyway. It's all you will eat. In fact I talked to Ed
about it to make sure there are no little treats behind my back. Now dig in and
don't forget what I told you earlier about eating everything placed in your
bowl. You have five minutes. When you are finished I'll have some dessert for
you".
Her mistress had given her five minutes to finish and Pooch was determined not
to earn any more punishments. The cold gruel had a faint fishy taste but mostly
it was just very bland. The bits of leftovers reminded her of how food was
supposed to taste, still, it was a great deal better than her last meal. She was
especially surprised how good the bits of fat tasted, something that she had
always been meticulous about throwing away in the past. If it wasn't exactly
good, at least it was filling. Marla again patted Pooch on the head as she
licked the bowl clean. "Good slave ", cooed Marla. "You ate up
your slop very well. Now because this is a special occasion I am going to give
you dessert. Usually to get this treat you will have to perform exceptionally
well. It's the biggest reward that you will ever get and I expect that you will
show the proper appreciation and enthusiasm". Marla removed the feeding
bowl, pushed back the shelf , pulled back the slaves head by her hair and
planted her hairy snatch in Pooch's gapping mouth.
It tasted a bit fishy too. Maybe, Pooch thought, if I do a real good job eating
her pussy Marla will take it a bit easier beating my hands. She tried to
show all the eagerness and enthusiasm in the world. She worked her tongue, and
her lips and her teeth. She moaned and groaned and made slurpy sounds. She
made Marla cum and cum again. For Marla there was now a bit of a dilemma. She
knew that she had told the slave that this would be a rare and special treat
but she really wanted it every day. When it was available any time she wanted
how could she deny herself.
"All right piggy that's enough". Marla stood back. "It's
time". She tried to speak in a loud stern voice. In the voice of the strict
mother. Yes, that's what she would pretend to be a strict, belittling and
intimidating but beautiful mother. And Pooch would be her very delinquent
daughter. Marla released the slaves right hand from its binding. "Hold
your hand straight out in font of your face. I want the palm facing the ceiling
fingers extended straight out and curving back, Spread your fingers a bit. A
bit more". Marla continued.
"You are to maintain that hand position no matter what happens save for
five seconds after every blow. During those five seconds you can do whatever
you wish with your hand. No force could stop you anyway. Your hand must be back
in the position it's in now within five seconds, as judged by me. I don't care
if the bones are sticking through the skin and your fingers have been severed,
the hand returns to position and waits for the next strike. Remember, I can
always make things worse, no matter how bad off you think you are. Also
remember that you have brought this on yourself. You haven't learned to keep
your mouth shut but I promise that you will". Pooch didn't get a single
bit of material she could use to prepare herself. The slave didn't know what was
coming, how many or how hard. What she got was a picture of a hand with missing
fingers and broken bones sticking through the skin. Her reflexes took over she
started shaking. Keeping her hand even close to still was impossible. "The
perfect slave would now be thinking", "I must make sure I don't talk
too much again. I failed and I deserve the punishment that I am going to
get". "How far away is that, from what you are thinking, slave"?
Marla asked.
"Far, mistress", came the response.
"Were you thinking about yourself?, like, how much is this going to
hurt"? "Yes mistress".
"As a slave that's the last thing you are supposed to think of. Do you see
now how you deserve this"? She nodded her head. She saw why she deserved
it, she just couldn't make herself feel guilty.
Marla pulled the quill of a large feather across the slaves outstretched palm at
the same time that she slammed a two tail taws onto the floor, knowing she
would hear the crack before feeling the feather. Her brain would connect the
two and there would be a great overreaction. It was a Greta trick.
Pooch's hand flew back her fist clenched, A shout of pain left her lips.
"AWWWW". Marla fought back the urge to laugh.
Pooch assumed, without thinking, that the pain wasn't as big as expected,
because the nerves of her hand had been cut by the blow. With great trembling
and tears flowing down from under her mask, the slave put back her hand so that
it could receive the next blow. She heard Marla confirm her worst fears.
"Looks like there's a little more bleeding than I thought there would
be", and she drooped a couple of drops of warm oil onto her hand.
"I'm sure that you'll keep it. Remember that you must be punished, not for
what you did but so that you will do the right thing the next time a similar
situation comes up".
WHACK!!!!, the belt hits the floor again. This time Marla dropped oil from a
dropper bottle at the same time she passed the quill over the slaves hand.
Now Pooch knew that her hand had suffered nerve damage and that Marla had opened
large cuts on it.
Not wanting to risk the illusion Marla replaced the slaves hand in the wrist
cuff and freed the other one, making sure the recuffed hand was on a puddle of
oil and honey mix..
"I think I'll use another whip for this hand".
This time Marla connected across the slaves outstretched hand with moderate
force, enough to raise small welts across the entire width".
The intensity of her scream was a lot greater.
"Damn that was a bad stroke"!!, cussed Marla.
The slave had confirmation that the reason her left hand hurt more than her
right was because it wasn't damaged as badly yet. It took a lot of nerve to
stick the hand back out, it stung so badly. In fact the pain shot right up to
her arm pit . This time Marla struck the arm of a reclining chair just inches
away from the slaves face, so the sound would be similar to the sound when
Marla had struck her hand. She drew the quill and oil over the hand at the same
time.
The slave now knew that both hands were smashed.
Marla refastened the left wrist so that the left hand also lay in a small puddle
of oil and honey.
"I would avoid moving those hands or putting any pressure on them for a
couple of days at least". warned the strict mother Marla The slave
whimpered tearfully, straining to keep weight of her hands.
What would happen next? What an idiot, thought Marla..
