By Kinkabella
Archived Here With Her Kind Permission

Part 44 - Thursday Breakfast

"Oh, good, you're moving," Mr. West said on finding me busy in the kitchen. "Make breakfast for five ... no, six. Jen gets double rations. Have something in forty-five or so. I'm going to take her back so the girls can put bug bite stuff on her tits."

I glanced up at Jen and the horrible red bite marks that covered her breasts. She didn't acknowledge me at all or, in fact, seem to be fully aware of anything at all going on around her. Mr. West then tugged her leash and led her off to find Tracey and Belinda.

Shortly after they left the kitchen, the doorbell rang. I quickly went to see who was calling at such an early hour and, when I opened the door, I saw three of the college boys from yesterday and Sonya. She looked barely conscious and had to be supported by two of the boys.

"Here's your slut back again," one of the boys said. He and his friend dragged Sonya across the threshold of the doorway and dropped her heavily onto the floor.

"The bitch tried to bite off my cock," another said.

I didn't feel the slightest remorse for him.

"But we fucked her still. Fucked her good," the third said.

Sonya moaned softly as if reminded of something awful. I kneeled down beside her to see if she was OK.

I'm not sure whether I felt the shock first or heard the fire alarm back in the kitchen going off. Either way, I was jolted to attention and I quickly pushed the three boys out of the door so I could close it and return to the kitchen. The electrical shocks from my collar weren't too severe, but they still made running difficult.

When I arrived back in the kitchen I panicked at the sight and smell of smoke pouring out of the toaster. Four slices of bread, blackened to cinders, sat smoldering; a pall of dark gray smoke hanging like a cloud on the ceiling. Mr. West came running too and I assured him no damage had been done as I threw the four bits of charcoal into the kitchen sink and soaked them in water from the faucet. The smoke quickly dispersed after I opened a window and the smoke detector alarm stopped jolting me with electrical shocks.

"See, it was just a few bits of burned toast," I said.

Mr. West gave me a curious look as if to say he thought I was a total klutz in the kitchen. He was right, of course, but I didn't want him to know that.

I mentioned Sonya's return and Mr. West disappeared from the kitchen again, leaving me alone to finish preparing breakfast. Aside from the toast, the only other things that required any cooking at all were the muffins. Thankfully, I didn't have to bake them from scratch and all that needed to be done was warm them in the oven.

Mr. West, when he eventually seated himself for breakfast, seemed unimpressed with what I had prepared.

"Cornflakes?" he asked as I poured milk over his bowl of cereal.

"There's muffins and toast as well," I replied.

"And?"

"And ... some raspberry sauce and whipped cream."

"Outstanding," he said. Mr. West sounded under-whelmed, but he started eating his Cornflakes anyway.

Tracey and Belinda sat giggling at the table like a couple of schoolgirls. Jen sat on the other side of the table not saying anything, although the swollen bit marks on her breasts appeared to be noticeably reduced under a sheen of a gel-like balm.

"I'm expecting a delivery from TTC some time this morning," Mr. West said. "Six girls, Ingrid, and I want to make sure you get all the paperwork done correctly for them. OK?"

"Yes, Mr. West," I said. The memory of being punished for getting it wrong was still fresh in my thoughts.

"Tracey," he said, interrupting her whispered giggling with Belinda. "Ingrid will take you to a sorority party over at the Eastlake College later this afternoon."

"I will?" I asked. Mr. West continued talking to Tracey and ignored my interruption.

"Those Delta Delta Beta girls want you to take part in a little lesbian orgy they've planned to entertain their teachers. You'll get the chance to show all your friends what a good little slave-slut you've become."

Tracey went completely silent.

"Ingrid, TTC will also be delivering some new cameras today. I want you to take two of them with you - one for you and one for Tracey - so you can film each other performing. Oh, and make sure you take a few extra strap-ons as well. Some of those horny college bitches will undoubtedly want to fuck the two of you while you fuck each other."

I could feel the blood drain from my face at the thought.

Mr. West continued munching his Cornflakes. After he'd finished, he pushed his empty bowl into the middle of the table and leaned back in his chair.

"Ingrid, get up on the table please," he said.

I felt suddenly suspicious but did as I was told. Mr. West directed me to squat over his bowl and pee into it - a humiliating task not least of all because I didn't feel at all like peeing and I had to squat in position for a long while before I could summon any from my bladder. Once the flow started, I released it in very short spurts so as not to make too much of a splash. I felt dreadfully embarrassed, especially with Mr. West sitting right in front of me and everybody watching as I filled his bowl with pee.

Once I had finished, I feared what he might want me to do next. However, he asked me to get down off the table again and he then spoke to Belinda.

"Belinda, I think Sonya might like a little drink - something to re-hydrate her and get her salts back up."

Belinda wasted no time carefully picking up the bowl of my warm pee. She balanced it between her hands and walked off with it.

"These muffins are very tasty," Tracey mumbled.

The timid, non-squituer way in which she said it even made Jen laugh a little bit. Mr. West laughed to himself as well, but I had the sneaky feeling he was laughing at something else entirely.