ALIEN SLAVE

BY ANAL AL
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The dampness of the night air permeated the stable where Jennifer slept. The slave traders had brought her here yesterday after purchasing her from her mother. On her homeworld of Alaytia it was common practice for mothers to sell their daughters to the slave trade to finance their own drug habits and to pay for the cloning process. Ever since the genetics war of 2877 there hadn't been a single male left on the planet. To reproduce they either had to buy sperm at a very high price or they had to pay the goverment fees for cloning. Most chose the cloning process. It wasn't near as painful if you got caught as was buying sperm from the black market.

Jennifer could hear whimpering in the stall next to her. She had heard the poor girl crying all night. The occupant next to her was very quite until late last night when one of the slave maids came into the stall next to where Jennifer slept. She figured it was late since it had been several dracmars since she had last heard anyone stirring. The stable appeared to have about twenty stalls from what she could tell when she was brought in. Having been recently purchased she was still in her transportation shackles and was roughly thrown in her stall by one of the guards. He had slammed the door and bolted it.

Jennifer had screamed for nearly an hour and had tried every means that she could think of to escape. The other stall occupants, those who were not gagged, all yelled for her to shut up. She didn't listen. Finally, after nearly an hour of yelling one of the matrons came in and cruely and severly whipped her with a whip. Jennifer counted fifty whacks that fell across her body. She tried in vain to avoid the lash but could not. Her writhing only managed to ensure that the whip marks covered her front and back. After the matron left one of the other girls down the way told her that she could expect a lot more where that came from and to not make any trouble. Still smarting from the whipping, Jennifer didn't yell any more.

She sat sullenly in her stall, which was actually more like a cell in a prison. Her mother had warned her that it was possible that she would be taken to a training facility. She had been on her best manners for her new master who had purchased her the day before. An easy time was not to be had, however, as her new master was merely a trader and not end consumer of slave girls. He had his guards pack her in the cage on his ship with seven other girls that he had purchased at the auction and his ship left. All of his new purchases went to the training facility operated by the company that he worked for, regardless of their manners or attitudes.

Late the night before, many dracmars after she was whipped one of the slave maids came into the stable. The slave maids were those who were charged with cleaning the slaves and with seeing that they were fed. Most slave maids were themselves slaves, usually the ones that were too ugly to be sold. Occasionally, however, a new acquisition would be pressed into service if the number of slaves exceeded the quota of maids. The Mortor Corporation tried to keep it's quota at twenty slaves per maid. When there was a lull in the trade or training and there were excess maids they were given to the guards for amusement. That is, unless, one of the maids had displeased the management. In these cases she was usually used as fodder for a safari like hunt. Management liked to think that it kept the skills of the guards sharp.

The slave maid that Jennifer had noticed coming in came in with a bucket, mop and sponge. She opened the door in the stall to Jennifer's right and went inside. She could hear metallic clicking as buckles were released. Several yelps could be heard and then a lot of splashing followed by the toilet flushing. Since the walls between cells were solid she couldn't see what was going on. She asked the girl in the cell to her left and was told that the one to her right was being let down. Jennfier questioned let down from what or where. Silence was her only answer.

After the toilet was flushed many times she could hear water running in the sink. Then she heard several more yelps and finally a loud scream. The scream was muffled mid breath by something. She could hear the swish of a mop on the smooth tile floor and then more water running and the toilet being flushed again. Afterwards the maid left and bolted the door to the cell. From that point through the rest of the night she could hear whimpering from the girl in the cell next to hers. It was a pitiful whimper more than one of pain.

Jennifer despartely wanted to know what had happened and asked around if anyone could tell her. She got no answer. So she sat on the narrow bunk and looked at her room. It had a shelf, a wash basin, a toilet and the bunk she was on. Her imagination ran wild that night and she didn't sleep at all.

When the latch to the door at the end of stable clicked and the door creaked on it's unoiled hinges she jumped. Someone was coming in. Who, she didn't know. She followed the footsteps as they slowly went past her stall. Momentairly the steps stopped and she could hear a latch being undone down the way from where she was. She heard a girl scream and then a loud slap and the scream ceased. She then heard the steps retreating. From the sound quality of the footsteps she could tell that the person walking now had an increased weight from a few minutes ago. The footsteps stopped and the door groaned as it was closed.

This would be carried out at various times during the early morning. Finally, she heard the steps stop at her stall. The latch mechanism was opened and the door swung open. One of the male slave keepers stepped into her cell. He snapped a leash on her collar and jerked her out of bed. She didn't let out a sound, knowing full well that if she did she would be hit. The slave keeper swung her outside and closed the door. He then led her by the leash down the hall. Even though her legs were free having her hands shackled behind her back made it somewhat difficult to keep up with the man's quick pace.

Once outside the stable he led Jennifer down a hallway which ended in some steps. From there they went down two levels. She could hear screaming and crying from the distance as they went down the lower levels. On the third level the slave keeper opened a door and led her into a room. Jennifer nearly passed out from the realization that she was about to be tortured. The room was full of equipment. Several very strong racks were here and there, all with leather harnesses attached to them. Jennifer wanted to ask why she was going to be punished but held her tongue. She didn't want to do anything to unnecessairly upset the slave keeper. She passivly stood still while he removed her transportation shackles. Then he removed the leash and finally the collar around her neck.

She looked slowly up at him from under the locks of dark black hair that had fallen across her face. Her ruby red eyes begged for mercy from the man. She could see that he wore a leather mask. He had on shorts, sandals and not much else. From the size of his bulging muscles she had little doubt in his ability to subdue her should she try to get away. Her slender 40 kilo frame was no match for him. At twelve years old she was somewhat heavy set for an Alaytion girl. That is until she stood next to a human girl in which case she would have thought to been aneorexic had it not been for her nearly meter and a half long tail.

The man walked behind her and picked her up by her waist with one arm. He then placed her on a rack and shackled her legs to the bottom bindings. After that he bent her over the semi-circular slatted area of the rack and stretched her arms out until they nearly touched the floor. Strong leather shackles were wrapped around her wrists and securely fastened to the rings at the base of the legs of the rack. Jennifer sobbed softly at what she knew was coming.

Since her mother had removed her clothes nearly a week ago on Alaytia before bringing Jennifer to the slave market in Hoghadeu she hadn't been given anything to wear. Her mother explained that it was to show off Jennifer's assets. Jennifer thought it was more to show off her fine, round Alaytian rump. When Jennifer protested her mother slapped her across the face. It was the final act of cruelty that she was to suffer at the hands of her mother.

As the slave keeper went around her, attaching additional straps around Jennifer's head she wondered just how long she would be punished. She wondered if the person that would be punishing her would want her to cry or to be silent. With her mother she never knew what she was to do.

As the final straps were attached mid-thigh and pulled taught, Jennifer's tender, hairless vagina was pulled open. She could feel the coolness of a breeze blowing. Then the keeper released a clamp and the foot supports that Jennifer had been standing on fell away, leaving her totally across the rack, unable to move. Her head had been fastened down by a strap across the back that pushed her forehead into a semi-circular cutout on one of the slats. It was made of wood but was well worn from countless other girls who had been here before her.

The slave keeper left the room and bolted the door. It was totally unnecessary since Jennifer couldn't have managed to get away. Indeed, she couldn't even move. She peered down beneath the slats of the rack and saw a drain in the floor. How convenient, she thought in that they could wash the room easily and hose the blood down the drain. By now she had little doubt that she was about to be whipped as she never had before. As part of a new slave's training the poor girl would be whipped without mercy to show her what would happen should she not be totally obedient. Jennifer already knew how to be obedient, having learned that lesson from the end of a whip weilded by her mother.

She tried to move her head but couldn't even get it up out of the curved forehead mount. She tested the straps that were holding her into the rack and realized that she couldn't even flinch as the blows would fall. When that would be she had no idea. He stomach growled. Partly due to hunger, partly due to the poorly cooked meat that was part of her supper the night before.

After what seemed like a dracmar after being tied down she heard someone coming down the hall. Some of the screaming had subsided and the level she was on had become more quiet. Jennifer heard voices as the door opened. Several people stepped in.

"This one is twelve years old. Purchased on Alaytia for two hundred and fifty credits. As you can see she is of nominal stature for an Alaytion. From the marks here it looks like an attempt was made to train her." a man said.

"Is that because she was a problem?" a female voice said.

"We don't know. Occasionaly one of the Alaytions will train their daughter before they sell them, thinking they will get a better price." the man said.

"Give her the standard training course." the woman said and walked out of the room.

"Please! Please, I have been trained new master." Jennifer yelled.

"Shut your face!" a man said and wacked her on the back of the head with some sort of a club.

"Obviously not well enough. We'll have to fix that." a second female voice said.

"Well Sasha, you know what to do with her." the man said and left.

"Right." the woman said and shut the door.

For a moment Jennifer thought that they had all left. That is until the whip fell across her buttocks. She let out a blood curdling scream at the intense pain. It was worse than any she had ever experienced. Worse than the multi-tailed whip her mother used to use on her. The pain shot through her like lightening. As her scream reached it's cresendo the second blow fell. Jennifer continued the same scream until she exhausted the air in her lungs. By then the third and fourth blows and fallen and her ass was on fire.

Trying to catch her breath she found that she couldn't. The sting of the whip kept coming and coming. Soon the punishment mistress began to cover Jennifer's back and thighs as the streaks on her ass came together in one large red streaked area. Jennifer soon felt a funny taste in her mouth. She couldn't stop screaming. The pain was worse than anything she had ever endured.

After Jennifer thought that she absolutely couldn't stand any more the whipping stopped. Her back, buttocks and thighs hurt. She had managed to keep her tail low so as to avoid most of the blows. However, near the base where it curved down from her tailbone she wasn't so lucky. The throbbing in her tail told of the the pain. She hurt all over. She continued to cry since the pain was slow in going away.

As soon as she was able, she supressed the cries and continued to sob. Sure from the earlier comment about her not being properly trained that she wasn't supposed to complain she thought it might be a good idea to not make any more noise than was necessary. After the whip mistress had stopped, Jennifer's cries filled the room so that she didn't have any idea of what the mistress was doing. Soon she felt something cold being pushed in between the lips of her vagina. It was so very cold. Apparently it had some sort of lubrication on it because it slipped in past her inner lips with some ease. She could feel it being moved first one way and then the next. Finally it was pulled quickly out leaving the breeze to once again blow past.

She heard the whip mistress walk over by the door and press a button. A click was heard and then a voice answered what was apparently an intercom.

"Frank this is Sasha. Send down some more virgin tags to level 3."

The voice answered and then Jennifer could hear Sasha picking something up off of the table. She then felt her ears being probed. First the left, then the right. Sasha then ran her hands around Jennifer's throat, examining her carefully. She then walked over to the table by the wall and set down the ear examining instrument. Next Jennifer heard the tinkling of glass objects being moved about.

As Sasha returned her attention to the slave, Jennifer could feel something moist against her neck. Then she felt a sharp but brief pain on the left side. She could feel the movement as Sasha drew a sample of blood. Then the needle was removed and the fresh wound allowed to bleed freely. Jennifer felt the warm blood run down her neck and pool near her chin before dropping to the floor. She watched as the puddle increase in size. Sasha returned and put something over the hole to stop the bleeding. It burned somewhat as Jennifer found out. Her fresh whip marks were then treated with the same ointment used on her neck. The burning was quite severe and several times Jennifer couldn't help but cry at the pain.

Footsteps could be heard and then the door opened. Sasha thanked the man for bringing the tags and reclosed the door. Jennifer wondered why it was important that she be tagged as a virgin. All Alaytions were virgins.

She could feel Sasha moving her hair about and then felt a sharp pain in her left ear as the tag was attached. Had she had pierced ears like most humans the tag would have been attached in the already existing hole. Since ear piercing wasn't in fashion on Alaytia almost all Alaytion slaves had hole free ears.

Sasha then walked back to the counter and could be heard writing something down. She then idly rapped the pen against the edge of the counter. Jennifer thought about trying to talk to the woman but changed her mind in favor of attempting to be obedient as possible.

Soon Sasha finished her song and put the pen down. She then walked back over to Jennifer and examined her tail. She squeezed at various points very firmly. Jennifer bit her tongue to keep from saying something. She then felt Sasha threading her tail through something. It was almost as if it were being doubled back on itself. Then she felt her tail being pulled up towards her head and a metallic click was heard. From the cool air on her anus she correctly guessed that was Sasha's next point of examination.

She felt something being daubed on and around her asshole. Then suddenly the object entered her. She clenched her buttocks together but it was already too late. The object was inside, twriling around spreading the lubricant. Just as suddenly it was gone, leaving Jennifer exposed and vunerable. Next she felt something very large being pressed up against her asshole. She thought that she was going to be ripped apart. It was much larger than any butt plug that her mother had ever put into her. The object seemed to expand once past her anal entrance. She could feel it being tugged first one way and then the next. It was then quickly withdrawn, scraping somewhat on its way out.

"Looks like you need an enema little girl." Sasha said as she put the inspection device back down on the counter. Jennifer grimmaced as she heard the water running, the echoes inside of the bag shortening as it filled to the top. The sound quality sounded as if the liquid was foaming. She had no idea of how big it was but still had vivid memories of the enemas that her mother frequently gave her.

She could hear Sasha hanging the bag above her and was startled as the hose swished against her raw buttocks. Then she listened with curiousity as Sasha released the clamp and allowed the air to escape from the tubing. Having been the receipent of many enemas she was thankful for small favors. However, judging from the time it had taken Sasha to fill the bag she doubted that it would be a small one.

Next Sasha reclamped the tube and let it hang down to the floor. Jennifer gasped at what was attached to end of the tube as it swung into her field of view. The tubing was nearly a centimerter wide, twice the size of what she was used to. Attached to the end was a very large very ribbed black tip that Jennifer knew with certaintly was going to hurt. It was nearly three centimeters in width and was shaped somewhat like a cucumber. It had numerous side holes allowing the water to spray freely once inside. Sasha had stepped over to the counter and was writing something down as the nozzle swung in and out of view. Watching it and knowing the pain that it would soon be causing her, Jennifer got slightly dizzy.

Behind the head the diameter tapered quickly down to about a centimeter at the neck and then had two large prongs that curved upwards towards the tip. Apparently these were to prevent overinsertion. Jennifer tensed up as Sasha picked up the monster. She tried as best she could to clench up her buttocks to prevent the inevitable insertion. Victory was not to be hers however as Sasha reached down and grabbed ahold of Jennifer's left inner labia. She gave it a cruel twist and Jennifer screamed out in pain, attempting to thrust her hips downwards to releive the pull. As she rebounded from this action the monster enema tip was pushed firmly home. The stretching of her anal tissue caused Jennifer to scream out in pain.

"Might as well get used to it sweetie. There will be a lot more." Sasha said as she released the clamp. The surge of hot soapy water sprayed forth inside of Jennifer causing her to cramp quickly. The pain from the heat of the water made her begin to cry again. The water just kept coming and coming. Soon the pressure inside built up until Jennifer became very uncomfortable being pulled taught over the barrel-like torture rack. The large hose and large tip reduced the resistance to the water and allowed it to flow very quickly. Jennifer was not unaware of this as she noticed that she was full much quicker than from any enema her mother had ever given her. Even the full three liter enemas which she dreaded seemed small compared to how tight her skin now felt. She thought she was going to burst from the pressure. Finally, unable to take any more she begged Sasha to stop.

Sasha didn't say a word but quickly removed the hose from it's temporary warm home and quickly plugged Jennifer with a large butt plug. It felt almost the same to Jennifer as the size that her mother had used on her, only longer. She could feel as the flexible end snaked it's way past the first bend in her intestine. Then Sasha began to the lay the whip on Jennifer's tender backside.

"You will speak only when spoken to you little twat. And then you will use the correct form of address which is master or mistress!" Sasha said and aimed the next whip blow at the juncture between Jennifer's tail and anus. The tender spot stung with the succession of blows. Jennifer, finally unable to contain her pain and the odd taste in her mouth expelled the contents of her stomach onto the floor. Some of the vomitus went up her nose since her head was at some thirty degress down angle. The stomach fluid burned her delicate nasal passages. The rentless whipping continued.

After several more blows Sasha stopped the whipping. She then attached some sort of devices to Jennifer's inner labia. The heavy clamps pulled down on the tender twat, stretching it therby causing Jennifer more pain in addition to her now throbbing asshole, butt and cramping intestines. The butt plug was removed and the enema tip replaced it, once again spewing forth the painful soapy water. A few minutes later the bag was empty and Sasha switched back to the butt plug. Jennifer screamed at the entrance of the plug, realizing that the her now completely full ass would be made to hold the large enema for a long time. She heard the door close behind Sasha and prayed that it would soon be over with. As time began to drag by and the cramping grew worse Jennifer actually found her self wishing for the return of the whip mistress in the hope that she could get some relief.

She began to whimper at the pain of the four liter enema. Soon she heard steps. They sounded heavy, much heavier than Sasha's. She soon felt the large butt plug being pulled roughly from her anus. It hurt as it left. Somehow she had managed to get used to the feeling of fullness that it provided. Now empty and opened up she had little choice but to let the enema blow out of her ass. It sputtered and dribbled down her legs. She could feel the turds exiting her raw asshole and sliding down between her legs. One lodged against the clamping mechanism on her vagina and stayed there. Glad to be rid of the pressure of the water she thanked Tumen for small favors and ignored the feeling of the turd against her soft pussy.

The man had left and she watched as the contents of her intestines dribbled to the floor. The soap foamed as it exited her ass and made bubbles on the floor. She now knew the purpose for the floor drain below her. After nearly a dracmar she heard soft steps approaching. It sounded like Sasha.

"Well, let's rinse you out." Sasha said as she once again filled the enema bag. From the sound of it Jennifer was sure that she was going to get another full load. The large tip slipped in easier this time, lubricated by the soapy water that still flowed from her and from her efforts to allow it to pass easily in. She was rewarded with a subtle click and the cascading water once again rushing in to fill her small midriff. Sasha walked out of the room while Jennifer was still filling and then returned shortly after the bag was empty. The tip was removed and Jennifer was allowed to expell the contents of her second enema.

Sasha was busy with something over at the counter as Jennifer watched the somewhat cleaner water washing down the drain. The turd lodged against her pussy got washed loose and fell with a splat to the floor. As the flow stopped Jennifer could hear Sasha once again filling the enema bag. Jennifer wondered just how many enemas she would receive today. The second one had certainly gone in easier, being somewhat cooler and Jennifer having already being stretched out by the first one.

She soon felt the tip being once again pushed into her anus. It slid in easily and felt as if Sasha had regreased it with something. As Jennifer waited to fill she heard Sasha once again rapping out a song against the counter. She could feel her abdominal walls stretching to accomodate the flood of water that was rushing into her tiny ass. As she filled she was sure she could hear a sucking sound from the bag this time as the water drained more quickly on this, her third four liter enema. Sasha left the tip in this time and Jennifer made no effor at expelling it. In fact she tried desparately to hold it in against the pressure that had built up.

Sasha walked over to her and removed the clamps from Jennifer's labia. They throbbed with pain as the blood refilled the crushed areas. She then felt the large enema tip being removed and waited for a few seconds to see if she was getting a plug before letting the water out. Sasha walked over to the sink and Jennifer could once again hear the bag filling. She gritted her teeth at what she knew was coming but became confused as she heard Sasha dumping the contents of the bag down the sink. She then heard a piece of plastic hit the bottom of the sink as Sasha washed the equipment. It was the monster enema tip, no doubt.

Jennifer's water drained from her as she watched it run down the drain below her. It was quiet a bit clearer than it had been earlier. In fact this was the first series of enemas she had had in nearly two weeks. She flinched when she felt Sasha once again lubricating her asshole. Then she felt an object being pushed inside. It wasn't very big around and not very cold either. It felt like it may have been plastic. More and more of it was pushed into Jennifer's tiny anus. She could feel it hit the far end of her intestine and then with some wiggling it finally pushed past. It felt like some sort of serpent as it snaked it's way up her intestines. She could feel it's every move, the friction against her now raw anus the least of her concerns. Sasha kept pushing more and more of the deamon into Jennifer's tiny middle.

After what seemed like meters of the snake Sasha finally let it come to rest. She continued to turn it this way and that, all the while Jennifer could feel it squirming inside of her. She wonder which was worse, this deamon in her or the pain of the enema. Never before having had a colonoscopic examination she didn't know what to expect. Sasha pulled the thing slowly from Jennifer's ass, all the while examining Jennifer's intestines. She finally withdrews the final centimeters and Jennifer's anus gratefully closed with a slurping sound.

Sasha could be heard washing the deamon device for several minutes before Jennifer heard the sounds of a towel and finally the clatter as the beast came to rest in it's storage place. Jennifer didn't know what to expect next. She breathed a sigh of relief as Sasha left the room. Moments later she reentered.

Jennifer heard a snap and then she felt a sharp pain in her left buttock as Sasha jabbed the large syringe home. It hurt as the needle was wiggled about to dispense it's medicine. Afterwards Sasha felt the lump from the large dose of thick medicine and decided it needed to be pressed in. Several wacks from a large plastic paddle took care of the lump but left Jennifer with a stinging spot on her ass.

Once again Sasha left the room and then returned. Jennifer could feel the straps that held her to the rack being undone. "Time to turn you over. Don't even think about trying anything." As the last shackle was removed from Jennifer's wrist she tried to move and realized that she couldn't. She had been in the same position for so long that her muscles wouldn't move. Sasha saw this and pulled the frail little slave off of the rack.

Jennifer wobbled as Sasha pushed her towards another rack. This one was more upright and Jennifer stepped up onto the foot rests. She did it facing the rack. Sasha spun her around roughly which caused Jennifer to lose her balance and fall to the floor. Sasha frowned and tossed the little girl up on the rack facing out. She then closed the catches on the poor girls wrists. Quickly closing the rest of the restraints Sasha went over to the counter. She got an instrument and examined Jennifer's eyes. Changing instruments she looked up Jennifer's nose. The dried vomitus from earlier didn't escape detection.

Sasha reached into a drawer and withdrew a bulb syrnige and filled it with water. She then went to Jennifer and squirted a bulbfull up each nostril. Jennifer sneezed the water out and the process was repeated. Afterwards Sasha got a device out that looked like a wedge. She then forced Jennifer's mouth open and placed the wedge against the girl's teeth, effectively preventing her from closing her mouth. Yet another instrument was used to look at the slave's throat.

After this inspection was over with Sasha put on some gloves that were coated with a resin of some sort and walked over and pulled Jennifer's long tongue out. The resin tasted horrible and Jennifer wrinkled up her face at the taste. Her tongue was examined and then the jaw wedge was removed. Jennifer sucked her tongue back in and tried to work it against her teeth to remove the taste of the resin.

Sasha then attached clamps to both nipples and to both inner labia on the poor slave girl. Even though the clamps hurt Jennifer didn't dare utter a sound. Sasha went to the counter and came back with a specimen swab. She reached down and parted Jennifer's labia with the clamps and ran the swab around inside. Placing it carefully into a package she labeled it and got another one. This one she ran up into Jennifer's uretha. The dry swab dragging against the delicate tissues hurt and Jennifer let out a yelp. For this Sasha gave one of the labia clamps another turn.

Taking the swab to the counter Jennifer watched as Sasha placed the swab into a test tube. She then squirted something into the test tube and set it down. Walking by Jennifer on the way out she flicked the nipple clamps playfully sending waves of pain into Jennifer's nipples.

After a while Sasha returned and looked at the test tube which had now turned blue. She noted something in a notebook and threw the tube into the garbage. Then reaching into a draw she withdrew a small douche bag. It looked to Jennifer like it didn't hold more than half a liter. Sasha ran the water to get it hot and squirted something into the bag. She then filled the bag. Jennifer relaxed, thinking that she was about to be douched. Her mother had told her that humans often washed their vaginas out.

Jennifer watched with interest as Sasha attached a long extension tube to the douche hose. She then walked over to Jennifer and forced the narrow tube up Jennifer's pee hole. It burned going it but at least it was lubricated. Once fully inserted Sasha released the clamp and squeezed on the bag very hard. Jennifer could feel the pressure from the liquid entering her bladder. Then suddenly it began to burn. It started hurting worse and worse. She began to cry from the pain of the caustic liquid. As Sasha finished flattening the bag she clamped it off and let it drop to the floor. The hose was just long enough for it to reach without pulling the extension out of Jennifer's bladder. She cried at the pain of the liquid.

"I'll give you something to cry about you filthy animal." Sasha said as she whipped Jennifer accross the stomach with a multi-tailed whip. The evil whip mistress was correct. Jennifer started screaming from the pain of the burning liquid in her bladder and the sting of the whip accross her front. Sasha finished striping her good and then brought the whip up between Jennifer's legs several times, stinging the soft flesh of the girl's vagina and inner thighs. Sasha then roughly removed the catheter from Jennifer and Jennifer started to pee. The burning from the liquid and the raw spots in her uretha soon brought her to the realization that it hurt worse to let it out. So she stopped.

Seeing this Sasha reached into a drawer and brought out a battery with wires attached. She then attached a circuit of some sort to it. The circuit module had more wires that came out into terminal connectors which were mated with the labia clamps on Jennifer. As the final connection was made Jennifer screamed at the pain of the electricity passing through her tiny vagina. She began to pee forcefully. After the stream began to drop off Sasha removed the device from her victim's clamps. Jennifer continued crying at the buring pain in her bladder. Sasha then released the clamps from Jennifer and put them back in the drawer. As before the places where the clamps were began to hurt worse, increasing the tears from Jennifer.

Sasha then left the room. Almost a dracmar later a man entered. He was wearing a leather mask, shorts and a belt with various whips hanging from it. Jennifer couldn't tell if it was the same one that had brought her here. He was carrying some sort of metal manacles. He immediately went to work attaching them to Jennifer's ankles and wrists. They were two piece and bolted together. After tightening the bolts with wrenchs the man tested the fit. From the size and heft Jennifer knew that they were going to hurt after a while. The man then bolted a collar around her thin neck.

After he was done he attached a leash to her collar and release the clamps that held her to the rack. She slowly and painfully stepped down from the perch she was on. Without a word he led her out into the hallway. Up a level he put her in a room without fastening her to anything. A few moments later he returned with a large brush and a bucket of suds and a hose and proceeded to wash her down. She stood still and allowed him to wash her in the way that he wanted. The soap in her many whip marks hurt but she dared not utter a cry.

Afterwards he attached her wrist manacles to chains coming from the ceiling and adjusted them so that she could just barely stand flat footed. Several dracmars later when she was dried he returned and led her back to her stall upstairs. Once in her stall he locked a chain coming from the bed to her collar. Later one of the slave maids came in and brought her a meal. Judging from the light outside it was nearly dark. After eating and painfully peeing in the toilet Jennifer wiped herself and went to her bed. She looked slowly around her cell and then laid down and cried. It had been a long and painful day.

Jennifer didn't sleep too well since her stomach was growling from the washing out that she had received the day before. The large volume enemas had become entrapped in the folds of her intestines and as they became dislodged during the night she had to make many trips to let out the water. As she could hear from the toilets flushing in other stalls some of the other slaves were having a similar experience. Added to that was the thin gruel and small loaf of bread that was her supper and she didn't sleep too comfortably.

Because of the whipping she spent most of the night sleeping on her stomach. In the morning she could only lie there and wait to see what would happen to her next. She heard several other girls being removed from their stalls. Most went quietly. After what had happened to her the day before she decided that it would be in her best interest to learn quickly whatever lessons that she was to be taught. Even as much as her mother had tried to prepare her for a life of servitude she still wasn't ready for what she was put through the day before. As she recalled the painful events she tried to rationalize that most of it was a very torturous medical examination. Her keepers hadn't tried to impart any knowledge to her other than to keep quiet unless she was spoken to. That part, at least, was perfectly clear.

She heard steps coming down the hall. From the number she could tell that someone was being brought back to their stall. Jennifer jumped when she heard the latch to her door being opened. She sat upright on her bed. A female guard stepped in and attached a leash to her collar and removed the chain that held her to her bed. She then gave the leash a tug and Jennifer stood up. Without saying a word the guard led Jennifer outside. The guard locked the door as the new slave girl stood patiently with her head down. After being led back down to where the torture chambers were the guard hooked Jennifer's wrist shackles to some rings mounted on the wall. She was facing the wall. After the guard left the room Jennifer twisted a little and found that there was enough slack in the rings so that she could turn part way around and examine the room.

The far side of the room held several upper and lower cabinets. Filled with more equipment to use on her she guessed. The wall opposite the door had various whips and other things hanging from hooks. She had little doubt that most were going to be painful. The wall that she was chained to was simple concrete. There were various stains, mostly dark, that Jennifer figured to be blood. This room too had a floor drain. From the smell of it Jennifer suspected that she would be getting more enemas. Through the scent of the cleaner she could smell the stench of human feces.

After a while a woman walked in. Jennifer didn't dare turn around to look. She silently kept her face to the wall. Without a word the new whip mistress walked to the equipment side of the room and detached something. Jennifer braced herself and soon she felt the sting of a lash. It felt like only a single cord but it left a stinging and burning sensation as it hit her buttocks with a cracking sound. After the third one Jennifer begain to cry. Only twenty lashes into the whipping the whip mistress stopped. She then went and wrote something down. Jennifer could hear the click of a ball-point pen twice. She had nearly stopped crying when the woman came and detached Jennifer's right wrist. She then swung Jennifer's arm around and reattached it to another catch so that Jennifer had her back to the wall.

"Good I see that you have learned not to complain. You have also seem to realize that you are not to look up unless specifically told to." the woman said, holding Jennifer's face up so that she could look into the new slave's eyes.

"What is your name?"

"My name is Jennifer, my master."

"I am not your master but it is good that you have learned the correct form of address. I will let it go this time. In the future you will address those in this compound as either mistress or 'my lord', depending upon sex." the woman said and let go of Jennifer's head whereupon she bowed it again. After writing something in the book on the other side of the room the woman returned. She looked at Jennifer carefully, immersed in thought.

"How old are you?"

"I am twelve years old my mistress."

"From now on you will answer fourteen if anyone asks. You cannot be sold until you are fourteen. Is this understood?"

"Yes my mistress, I beg your forgiveness." Jennifer said in a wavery voice, afraid she may be punished again.

"You are forgiven, you had no way of knowing. You will find that in the future you will be responsible for remembering what you are told or what you observe. I am a reasonable mistress, I do not punish slaves unnecessairly. They are to be trained properly. To do that it is necessary to punish them often and hard. However, if there is something you do not know you cannot be held responsible for that. You are not to ask questions unless given permission to ask, is this understood?"

"Yes, my mistress."

"Your records indicate that you have not been sterilized. Is this correct?"

"Yes, my mistress."

The woman then went over to the cabinets and opened a drawer. She pulled out a tag, noted something in the notebook and removed a peice of equipment from an overhead cabinet. Jennifer watched her from beneath her brow. As the woman walked up to where she stood and turned her head to the left she could see that a tag was in the device that said FERTILE. Soon she felt the sharp pain of piercing in her right earlobe. She now how two tags on her, the left telling all who read that she was a virgin.

"Can you read and write?"

"Yes, my mistress."

"What language?"

"Engish, my mistress."

"Good. It will save me considerable time if you can read a book. You will be given aptitude and intelligence tests later. I will warn you now that you should attempt to do as well as you can. Not only will you receive less training if you do well but you will receive less punishment in the long run. Do you know how to cook?"

"No, my mistress."

"You will be taught. Can you sew or mend clothes?"

"I can use a needle and thread, but I do not know how to use a machine, my mistress."

The woman made a note in the notebook of these facts and then reference a checklist. "Have you been instructed in child rearing techniques?"

"No, my mistress."

"We won't be teaching you that unless a special order comes in. Since you are an Alaytion I'll tell you right now that there isn't much of a demand for those. We will be lucky to sell you at a profit. Therefore if you are shown to a prospective buyer I urge you to make the best presentation you can. To do so otherwise would invite a long and painful punishment session." the whip mistress said and then looked at another checklist.

"Do you or have you had any medical problems in which you were hospitalized or required the care of a physician or doctor?"

"I had my tonsils removed when I was eight. That is all that I remember, my mistress."

After scribbling a note, "Good. You seem to be a very well behaved slave. It appears that someone has already done some training with you. Was it your mother?"

"Yes, my mistress."

"Have you ever punished another slave?"

"No, my mistress."

"Since you are Alaytion it may be possible to sell you as a slave maid. To do so however you will have to be trained in the ways of punishing errant slaves." the woman said as she undid Jennifer's shackles. She then removed her own clothes and laid them in a pile on a cart. Naked, the whip mistress walked to the wall and removed a long leather covered paddle from the rack of equipment. She then returned to where Jennifer was standing and offered the paddle to her. "Take it."

Jennifer took the paddle and slowly ran her hands over it. It was the first time she had ever held such an instrument of pain. She then looked up slowly at the whip mistress.

"Now I want you to give me twenty hard wacks." she said and turned around and bent over, grabbing her ankles.

Jennifer could tell that she was human since the woman lacked a tail. She could also see the curly black pubic hair around the woman's vagina and anus. Alaytions did not grow pubic hair. She took the paddle in both hands and swung it up against the woman's ass. One, she thought to herself. The woman didn't even flinch. From the faint marks on the woman's ass it was obvious that she had been whipped at one time. From what Jennifer knew of the way that whip marks healed she figured that it was several years ago. She then swung again, this time harder. The whip mistress's buttocks tensed up at this one. Not knowing how hard she was supposed to hit but suspecting that it should be very hard she swung the third blow harder this time. The woman let out a little yelp.

Feeling that she was expected to dish out a painful paddling Jennifer swung each successive blow harder. Until, on the tenth whack she was swinging as hard as she could. The whip mistress had tears in her eyes now. On the thirteenth blow she begain to cry. By sixteen she was openly screaming. Jennifer continued until the count was twenty. She stopped and held the paddle in front of her and bowed her head.

Realizing that the paddling was over with the whip mistress raised up and rubbed her bright red buttocks. It had been an obviously sufficent spanking from the tears and sobbing. She then took the paddle and hung it back on the rack. After that, still rubbing her bright red butt she walked over and wrote something else in the notebook. She then put her clothes back on.

"You did well. I think you may be trainable as a slave maid." she said, wiggling a bit to keep her tight pants from putting too much pressure on the sore areas.

Jennifer wondered what would happen next. She never in her wildest fantasies expected to be asked to spank another person. Although the feeling of revenge was good her arms also ached. Fleetingly she had some feeling of compassion for those who had whipped her. The feeling, however, was brief lived.

"Here is a book about sexual techniques. I want you to read the entire book. You will be tested tomorrow on it." the whip mistress said handing Jennifer the book.

"Thank you mistress." Jennifer said as she took the book.

"Follow me." she said as she opened the door.

Jennifer obidentialy followed the whip mistress back to her stall, for the first time not being led on a leash. It felt good to be trusted this much. Once inside the whip mistress locked her door.

Later that evening when her meal was brought in by a slave maid the maid shackled her to her bed. Jennifer read her book until it was so dark she could no longer see it. She had made her way completely through it and had started to reread parts of it. Most of the sexual techniques were new to her, being rather alien and from human culture. What she had been taught were Alaytion sexual techniques by her mother. The book was complete with illustrations and the wording was simple enough that Jennifer, with her limited education, had no trouble understanding it. The pronouncation of some of the techniques and anatomical parts, however eluded her.

That night she dreamed of having a master who was having sex with her. She woke up several times only to realize that it was a dream. It was peculiar, however, that she felt a certain feeling in her vagina. She wondered if perhaps she hadn't been masturbating in her sleep as she had seen in the illustrations in the book. When she got to that section she tried what was shown and decided that she could do it if asked but that it didn't feel good as the book indicated.

The next morning she awoke late. She could tell from the ambient light outside of the stable. As soon as she awoke she opened her book and begain to reread from where she had left off the night before. Late into the day she was brought to a room five levels down in the torture chambers. She hadn't been this far before. In the room was a bed and along the wall were various whips and paddles. She was placed on the bed and chained down in a spread eagle face up position.

As she waited she wondered what was next. She didn't have to wait long for the whip mistress appeared moments later. She undid the chains leading to Jennifer's shackles and let her up.

"Did you complete the book?"

"Yes, mistress."

"Do you understand everything in it?"

"Most, my mistress. I am not sure how some of the words are said."

The whip mistress then asked for Jennifer to point out what words she didn't understand. Surprisingly, the mistress calmly pronounced the words and explained their meaning to Jennifer. She then asked Jennifer to mastrubate. Jennifer did as the book had explained. The whip mistress suggested that she at least try to pretend that she was enjoying it. As Jennifer adjusted her smile and moaned softly as instructed the whip mistress undressed.

Then lying on the bed the whip mistress had Jennifer perform cunninglus on her. After several pointers the whip mistress laid back and enjoyed the extra long tongue of the Alaytion girl. She let Jennifer lick her inside and out for several dracmars. Jennifer's tongue was getting tired and she was getting afraid that she wouldn't be able to satisfy the whip mistress when her head was lifted up gently by the woman.

"That feels better. For all the problems that you Alaytions are this part, at least, is enjoyable. Now do you remember how to fellate a penis?"

"Yes, my mistress."

"Good, let's see." the woman said, handing Jennifer a large penis shaped dildo.

Jennifer licked up and down the shaft, wrapping her tongue around it as the book had suggested. She then slowly pushed it into her mouth and sucked it gently. She rotated her head slightly every now and then and alternated between sucking and licking. She fondled the testes of the make believe penis as the book had said. Satasifed, the whip mistress told her to stop.

"Now lets see if that long, wonderful tongue of yours is as good at anninglus." the whip mistress said, getting up on the bed and sticking her ass in the air with her head down on the pillow.

Jennifer hesitated, not sure of how, of if she really wanted to do this. She hesitated too long she realized too late. The whip mistress got up and pushed Jennifer down on the bed. "Get your ass in the air." She then gave Jennifer thrity hard wacks with a large flexible paddle. In tears Jennifer was raised off of the bed. "Let's try that again."

This time Jennifer approached the whip mistress' ass and parted her cheeks. She then gently began to lick around the woman's asshole. Eventually, when her saliva covered her mistress' ass and was dripping down the woman's vagina she slid the tip of her forty centimeter tongue into the eager anus. She could taste the spicy taste of the picric acid in the woman's anal tract. Jennifer pushed her tongue yet farther, feeling a turd inside of the woman. She ran her tongue past it and around it. The whip mistress just moaned at the feelings.

After several minutes the whip mistress begain mastrubating herself and came to an orgasm rather quickly from the intense anal stimulation. After orgasm she allowed Jennifer to continue running in and out of her anus for several minutes before telling the slave to stop. Jennifer then retracted her tongue into her mouth and silently wept at what she had just been made to do. She hoped her future masters wouldn't want too much of this but knew that with a tongue ten times longer than a human her hopes were unlikely to be fulfilled.

"Sit."

Jennifer sat down gently, her ass still sore from the paddling. She waited on the edge of the bed while the whip mistress wrote more notes into the notebook. Jennifer was sure that the book was the same as she had seen the day before. It appeared to be dedicated to her and her alone. She imagine, correctly, that every slave had a book of their own.

"Some masters want to use you in other ways." the whip mistress said and then left the room. She returned shortly with a male slave who was uncomfortable in some sort of way.

"Take him in your mouth and drink all of it." the whip mistress instructed leading the male slave, in shackles and with a blinder on, over to Jennifer. Once near the bed the mistress stopped the slave, who had his hands tied behind his back and a ball ring on.

Jennifer then looked at the man's penis and opened her mouth. She then put him into her open mouth and waited. The whip mistress instructed the slave that he could urinate now. Finally allowed to relive himself the slave complied.

The torrents of hot piss poured into Jennifer's mouth. She nearly choked on the volume of it. Not wanting to drink it she allowed some to dribble down the side of her face as her mouth became full. She finally realized that she had little choice but to swallow it since the whip mistress had grabbed the back of her head and had forced her onto the man's penis. Nearly gagging she swallowed the first mouthfull. Still streaming her mouth filled quickly. Time after time she swallowed down the hot urine. Her stomach began to hurt. Finally the slave boy was empty. The whip mistress led him back outside.

Returning she told Jennifer to turn around. "Do you know why you are going to be punished?"

"Yes mistress, I didn't drink it all."

"That's right. When told to do something you will do it." the whip mistress said and gave Jennifer's poor butt nearly fifty lashes with a multi-tailed whip. Screaming, Jennifer dared not raise up. After she stopped, the whip mistress kicked Jennifer in the ass, forcing her to land face down on the bed which up until now she had been holding on to in her bent over position.

"Did you learn your lesson?"

"Yes, mistress. I will drink when I am told to drink." Jennifer said, still sobbing.

The woman then poured a cup of something and handed it to Jennifer. "Gargle with this to get the taste out of your mouth. Swish it around real good and then spit it out in the sink over there. Then rinse with water from the faucet."

Jennfier did as she was instructed, only too happy to comply. The taste of the whip mistress' ass combined with what felt like a liter of hot piss had left a very bad taste in her mouth indeed.

After Jennifer finished she rinsed out the cup and set it on the counter. She then turned around to see the mistress seated on the bed waiting on her. Jennifer walked over to the bed and stopped, her head bowed.

"You need some work but I think that you could be made into a suitable sex slave if necessary. There is a rag by the sink, clean up the mess that you made."

Jennifer went to the sink and retrieved the rag, which was already damp. She then returned to the bed and found the small puddle of urine that had leaked from her mouth. She wiped it up carefully and rinsed the rag in the sink. She wiped down the spot with the clean rag, rinsed and wrung it out and laid it beside the sink as she had found it.

"Come with me." the whip mistress said and led Jennifer down the hall to a room. Inside the room a male slave was chained to the wall. He had a black hood over his head and a gag in his mouth.

"Shave his genitals, the equipment is by the sink." the whip mistress instructed.

Not having any leg, underarm or pubic hair, Jennifer had never been asked to do that. She got the razor, bucket of water, shaving cream and the towel that were on the counter. She walked over to the slave and looked at each item, unsure of how to start. The whip misteress asked her if she knew how and Jennifer told the truth -- she did not. The whip mistress then patiently explained what Jennifer was to do and watched as Jennifer shaved the man's scrotum and pubic area.

After washing the bucket and razor out in the sink Jennifer was led to another room. Here she was strapped to a rack similar to what she had experienced the first day and given three enemas. They were all three warm water, two liter enemas. She was made to hold them for several dracmars each by the large inflatable butt plug that was inserted after each enema was in. As the last one drained away she was cained with a thin cane for forty strokes. Immediately after the caining she was brought back to her stall, still crying from the pain.

As she sat down on the toilet to let more of the water pass she realized just how sore her butt was. She had to squat more than sit from the pain. Her rectum was raw from the rough tip that was used on her. Smaller than what she had received the first day this one was longer and covered with small nubs. It felt like sandpaper going in, even as lubricated as it was. The tubing, Jennifer had noticed, was almost the same as what her mother had used to use on her. No explaination was given as to why she had been given the enemas and the caining. She knew better than to ask too.

Soon her slave maid came in with her supper and chained her to the bed. She was still sitting on the toilet and hadn't flushed it yet. The slave maid looked at the contents of the toilet and flushed it. After the slave maid left Jennifer wondered why the maid had shown any interest in what had issued forth from Jennifer's bowels. She wasn't long in wondering, however, when the slave maid returned.

"You aren't clean enough. Stand up and bend over." the maid instructed. Jennifer sensed that the maid wasn't too much higher up the pecking order than herself yet she obeyed promptly and without question. She stood up and bent forward, grabbing the toilet seat.

"Grab your ankles, you silly girl." the maid chastised her.

As Jennifer grabbed her ankles the maid snapped two small devices on Jennifer's shackles, effectively connecting her ankle and wrist shackles together. The maid then attached a long bar to the inside coupling on Jennifer's right ankle shackle. The maid then pushed Jennifer's left leg out until the inside coupling mated with the other end of the bar. The bar was nearly a meter in length Jennifer thought, viewing it from her angle. She was in a percarious position. It wouldn't take much for her to lose her balance and fall to the floor, unable to catch herself with her hands bound to her feet as they were.

The maid then walked to the sink and filled the enema bag she had brought in with her. She put something on the tip and pushed in firmly into Jennifer's now exposed asshole. It hurt her already raw anus going in. Seconds later it began to burn. Jennifer heard the click and felt the captured air rumbling into her colon. The maid obviously didn't care what it felt like Jennifer could tell. The air hurt as it shot around the bends of her intestines. Soon the liquid entering her began to burn.

Jennifer could tell from the pain that the maid had put something into the enema. Soap was Jennifer's guess, but she had never had soap hurt quite this bad before. Perhaps it was because she was already somewhat raw from the three previous enemas earlier. As the maid held the bag high it emptied it's contents into Jennifer's small midsection, streching her painfully as it did so. She could tell from the pressure that it was at least two liters. Although being bent nearly in half it hurt much more than usual.

After the last of the water drained into Jennifer's bowels the maid pulled the hose from her ass and tossed the equipment into the sink. She then left the room, instructing Jennifer to hold it in. Doing as she was told Jennifer began to whimper at the pain. The hot soapy enema burned inside. Hopefully the maid would return soon.

Jennifer began counting, mentally, as a diversion to the pain of the enema. Her stomach would alternately cramp and then relax. Each time she tightened her anal muscles in an attempt to hold the hot liquid inside. When she reached nine thousand the maid returned and looked around. Satisified she then released the hooks holding Jennifer's hands down.

"Now hobble over and let that out. I'll be back to rinse you out."

Jennifer sat on the toilet letting the hot, buring liquid flow past her tender anus. It burned inside and it burned getting out. She partly wanted to keep it in to keep it from hurting as it left and she partly wanted to let it out knowing that it burned when inside as well. As much as she didn't want to admit it she was looking forward to being rinsed out. Hopefully the burning inside would stop.

After emptying herself she flushed the toilet. She then wiped up and tried to stand. It was difficult with her legs spread apart by the bar. The maid returned and refilled the bag. She used pure hot water, Jennifer noticed. As she finished and recapped the bag Jennifer looked up from her seated position.

"Well you can't take it sitting down you know. Stand up!"

Jennifer then attempted to stand and fell foward onto her face. As she hunched her butt up to get up she felt the warm nozzle being pushed in. She tried to get up but the maid's foot in the small of her back prevented that. She stopped, with her hind end in the air and her head on the ground. The maid held the bag at arms length in the air. With Jennifer now on the floor rather than bent over the pressure was greater. Jennifer could feel the difference as the water went in. It was over with quicker this time but hurt worse. At least it didn't burn this time, other than from the heat of the water. After she was finished Jennifer started to get up. The maid then kicked her in the stomach. With her skin already stretched taught by the enema this hurt quite a bit.

"Stay down there you little slut. You need more."

Jennifer began to cry at this news. She didn't think she could take any more. In her mind however, she knew that she had had more two days before. The maid finished refilling the bag and returned. Jennifer could feel the tip slip easily into her now greased and stretched asshole. The slave maid released the clamp on the hose and allowing the resultant air bubbles to rush into Jennifer's already full colon. Jennifer gasped at the pain. She began to cry louder now. The maid kicked her in the face which shut her up quickly.

As the pain of the second enema reached it's peak Jennifer began to think that the maids were worse than the whip mistresses. After she was full Jennifer slowly got up. The maid spun her around roughly and slapped her hard across the face. "Don't you dare let any out until I get back!" the maid then attached Jennifer's hands together around the chain that held the bed, on the far side from the toilet.

Jennifer cried from the pain as much as from being abused by the slave maid. Her stomach hurt, still full of piss and now hot water. She desperately wanted to let some of it out. The cramps increased to the point where she started to leak. As the drops hit the floor she knew she was in for a bad time of it and went ahead and let the rest out knowing that a drop was as bad as all of it.

She was standing there in a puddle of warm water when the slave maid returned. The anger welled up in the maid's face at the sight of Jennifer's enema on the floor. She stormed out of the room without saying a word. Jennifer wondered what horrible torture device she would be subjected to at the hands of the maid. She wished that she could be at the hands of the whip mistress instead.

She got her wish.

The whip mistress walked in and saw the water. She then calmly undid Jennifer's wrist coupling and led Jennifer out of the room. "You stupid little twat. You should know better than to let out an enema. Even if it isn't for punishment you are to hold your enemas as given. It is not for you to decide when you will release them. You are a slave and you will do as told. You will have to be punished."

Jennifer was led through the rapidly fading light of the stable into the well lit confines of the torture chambers. This time she was taken to the forth level down. She was strapped to a barrel like rack similar to what she had been put on the first day. She began to cry at the realization that she was about to be severly punished.

The whip mistress then went back into the hallway and led the slave maid into the room. The slave maid began to whimper. Jennifer's head hadn't been fastened down to the rack and as such she could look up to see the whip mistress shackling the slave maid to the wall. The maid continued to whimper as the mistress walked to the cabinets and removed some equipment. Jennifer watched with fascination as the bag was filled. Part way through the filling the whip mistress stopped and poured something from a small container into the bag. She shook it slightly and then continued to fill the enema bag. After it was finished she attached a large, open ended tip to the hose and let out the air bubbles. Taking a jar of lubricant she smeared the nozzle in it.

The whip mistress walked over to the bound slave maid and hung the bag on a hook just above the maid's head. She then wound the hose around the maid's neck and down to her waiting butt. Firmly she pushed the nozzle into the maid's anus. The maid let out a gasp as the warmed tip entered. She then began to whimper louder as the whip mistress released the clamp, allowing the solution to flow. From the size of the bag it looked to Jennifer like it held at least 3 liters.

"You have been told several times that you are not to give the lye soap to the slaves unless specifically ordered. I am getting very tired of having to remind you of this. In addition you mistreated this one very badly. She will be punished for not holding the enema that you gave her and you will get to watch. But I want you to remember while your insides are burning that you must follow your orders."

"Yes mistress." the slave maid said, sniffiling.

The bag was half empty from what Jennifer could tell. The whip mistress turned around and caught her watching. "Watch, that's good. You'll get to see what happens when you don't follow orders."

As the last of the burning soap drained from the bag into the slave maid's intestines the whip mistress shut off the clamp and removed the tip. The maid clenched her buttocks together in an effort to hold the burning liquid. The mistress inserted a medium sized butt plug into the maid. The maid screamed out as it entered, stretching her now sore anal tissue open. The mistress then undid one of the maid's arms and turned her around so that she had her back to the wall. Jennifer could tell from the way that the maid's stomach pooched out that the enema had to be hurting. She put her head down, knowing that it would soon be her turn.

"As for you.. you are going to learn your lesson well tonight." the whip mistress said as she refilled the enema bag with hot water. She hung it up above Jennifer and inserted the tip, the same one that had been used on the maid. Jennifer winced as it penetrated her rectum. Soon she could feel the flow of the water and the pressure inside. Moments later the heat began to cause cramps. She turned her head to look at the bulging bag. It was full for her and the little released already that was causing her so much pain didn't even show. She put her head down and began to cry. As she filled the heat built up inside and soon she began to sweat. The cramps continued and the pressure built up as well. Just when she thought that it could get no worse she heard the click of the clamp that the whip mistress had shut off.

Jennifer felt the large evil tip sliding out of her ass. She clenched her buttocks together as best she could to hold the angry liquid in. She could hear the whip mistress walk out of the room. She looked up at the slave maid who had an angry look on her face. Jennifer knew that the maid wanted to say something to her but was holding her tongue for fear of worse punishment. Jennifer realized that the pain that the maid was enduring would be paid back to her in the future. As time passed the heat began to disappate and Jennifer could relax somewhat. Every once in a while a painful cramp would shoot through her stomach but for the most part she tried to relax, knowing that her insides were stretching to accomodate the volume. Even as painful as it was she knew that future enemas wouldn't be as bad since she was getting used to holding such large volumes of water.

Eventually the whip mistress returned and inspected Jennifer for any evidence of leaks. Satisified she went to the wall and retreived something. Jennifer braced herself.

"You are doing well holding that in. You should have done that earlier. Now I am going to punish you for making a mess on the floor and for not holding it in earlier."

As the whip cracked against the already marked up skin of Jennifer's ass she let out a loud scream. The pain was very intense. The whip mistress gave her fifty strokes with the multi-tailed whip. Jennifer had begun counting the various whippings trying to determine if there was any pattern. Even though screaming with her ass on fire she clenched her buttocks to hold the painfully large volume of water inside.

After the mistress stopped she went to the cabinet and took out something. Jennifer didn't look up to see what it was. She felt a burning sensation as the mistress wiped her butt with something. Soon she could smell the alcohol. From the way that it burned she knew that her ass must be cut and bleeding.

"You may release your enema now." was all that the mistress had to say. Jennifer's ass spouted forth a geyser of water that arced into the air. She gratefully gave up the pent up liquid. As she worked to get the rest of the water out, hindered by being bent over the curvature of the rack she could hear water running. Surely, she thought, she wasn't going to get another enema. Her hopes were dashed, however, when she felt another nozzle pressing against her anal entrance. She relaxed, letting it slide in, knowing that resistance was futile. Soon the now familar pressure began to build inside. This one was somewhat cooler she thought as the pressure began to rise without the resultant pain from the heat. She looked up quickly at the maid who now hung limp against the wall. She wondered if the maid had passed out.

Apparently the mistress too had looked for she walked over to where the maid was shackled and raised her head slightly. Jennifer guessed that the mistress didn't like what she saw as she backhanded the maid across the face very hard. The mistress then walked over to the cabinet and withdrew a piece of equipment. She then inserted a very large dildo into the maid's vagina and clamped it against the maid's inner labia with small aligator clamps. The maid screamed out as each clamp was attached. She then begged long and hard for the mistress to stop and promised that she would never be bad again. The mistress ignored her and continued to attach the device. Jennifer wondered why the maid seemd so upset at having a dildo inserted into her. From having her own labia clamped the day before she knew that it was painful but not so much as to speak without being spoken to.

As the whip mistress moved away Jennifer could see thin wires dangling from the dildo. The maid continued to plead for mercy. All the while the large bag hanging above Jennifer continued pouring forth into her stretching abdomen. The mistress walked over and stuffed a gag into the maid's mouth.

"That should shut you up." she said as she inflated the gag. From the muted screams Jennifer could tell that it hurt.

The mistress then attached the wires to a small box that she set on the floor beneath the maid. Flipping a switch the maid's body began to twitch. From the spasms Jennifer could tell that it was some sort of random interval. The maid would hang limp for a moment and then twitch several times, muted screams accompanying the involuntary movements. The maid tried to wiggle her hips to dislodge the electric device. But being clamped to her own labia it wasn't about to fall out.

The mistress then returned to Jennifer. She pushed Jennifer's head down on the head rest. The enema had apparently finished draining into Jennifer since the mistress clicked off the valve and removed the tip. Jennifer clenched her ass tight as the tip slid out. She was determined not to let any out and wondered just how many more enemas she would receive. She then felt a butt plug being pushed against her sore anus. She relaxed some to allow it to enter. Luckily the mistress had it greased. Jennifer's already stretched rectum opened easily to allow the large tip to pass. Still, though, she screamed at the pain of it's largest diameter. Once inserted it slipped in as her rectum closed around the narrow neck. The wide base prevented it from going further. Jennifer realized that she would have to hold this one for quite some time if she were being given a plug.

She felt her shackles being released and she was raised up off of the rack by the mistress. As she stood she saw the maid still twitching against the wall as the dildo pulsed inider of her. The maid continued to whimper ever time a pulse hit. The pain of the enema made it difficult for Jennifer to stand fully erect. As she tried to straighten the skin of her stomach stretched around her now round tummy. It was almost impossible to stand fully erect. The mistress watched for several seconds before leading Jennifer from the room. As she walked carefully down the hall, still full of enema, she wondered how long they would leave the maid connected to the electric dildo. As she begain to ascend the stairs, each step filled with pain from within she realized that the maid still held the painful soapy enema.

Jennifer awoke from another of the painful dreams and tested her shackles again. As before she had awakened because of the pain of the water inside of her. The whip mistress had led her to her stall the night before, still full of the enema and plugged up tight. She had been shackled to her bed face down so that her own weight pressed against her painfully stretched abdomen. She had tried rolling from side to side but only managed to slosh the water around more, causing it to go even higher up her young intestines.

Having already awakened several times in this predicament she tried desparetly to go back to sleep. She knew that she had better sleep all she could because with daylight her training would continue. In the morning a slave maid entered, a different one than before, and undid her shackles. It was just daybreak. Jennifer had to be helped from her bed by the maid. She was stiff from being in the same position all night and the water had caused her great pain. Once near the toilet the maid removed the plug which held in the painful contents of the night before. Jennifer gratefully sat and expelled the remainder of the four liter enema.

While the water was rushing out the maid deflated the catheter in Jennifer's uretha and removed it. The whip mistress had placed it inside the night before to prevent Jennifer from wetting the bed. The end led down to the floor drain in her stall. She could hear her urine several times the night before as it exited the tube.

After picking up the devices the maid left and locked the door. Jennifer remained seated, allowing the enema to drain from her bowels. She felt empty inside as the pressure dropped. Once again the hunger pains returned as her abdominal muscles contracted, after having been stetched all night by the enema. Jennifer then realized that someone had mopped up the mess that she had made the night before.

Eventually she regained enough strength to wipe herself and return to the bed. She quickly fell asleep. She was awakened by a whip mistress attaching a leash to her collar and pulling her from the bed. From the light outside Jennifer figured it must be nearly midday. She desparetly wanted to let the water out of her ass that had collected while she slept. She also had to urinate very badly. Not knowing what else to do she held it and walked somewhat bow leggedly.

She was led down to the third level this time and strapped to a wall. Before the whip mistress left she asked for permission to release her urine. The mistress told her that it would cost her ten lashes if she did. Judging the pain carefully Jennifer let the urine flow forth as well as letting her anal muscles relax. She was allowed to finish before receivng the promised ten lashes. The whip mistress gave her another twenty more with a bigger whip for having release the water from her ass. After it was over with Jennifer decided that it had been a good trade. The stinging in her butt soon subsided as she hung against her shackles in silence.

Eventually a woman came in and undid the shackle catches that held Jennifer to the wall. The woman wasn't dressed as the whip mistresses had been. Indeed this one wore a very nice looking dress and moderate heels.

"Sit on that stool." the woman said. It was a request more than a command. Jennifer complied and sat down gingerly, her ass still sore from her many whippings and enemas.

"Now I will admister an intelligence test to you. Can you read English?" she asked.

"Yes mistress."

"Good." the woman handed Jennifer a clipboard and a pen. "You will answer all questions as best that you can. You have thirty minutes." the woman said and clicked a stopwatch. She then left the room and shut the door.

Jennifer looked around. Here she was, she thought, in a torture room by herself. Unsupervised and unshackled. She fought the impluse to look in all of the drawers and examine all of the things hanging on the wall. Instead she looked at the test that she had been given. She began to read and answer the questions. After she had reached the end of the fourth page she went back over them a second time before the woman returned. The clipboard and pen were taken from her and the woman left the room.

Jennifer had to fight the impulse to explore once again. She knew that someone could walk in at any moment. She instead sat in her chair and looked at the wall full of whips and paddles from a distance. She could see every kind she had ever known about and some that she didn't recognize. Nearly a dracmar later the woman returned. Following her in was a whip mistress.

"She is very bright for a slave. She answered 42 out of 48 questions correctly." the test woman told the whip mistress. Jennifer recognized the whip mistress as one of the ones that she had had before.

"Good, it won't take too long to correct her. I'm on break in half an hour." The whip mistress went over and began writing in a book. The test woman walked over to Jennifer and explained the missed questions.

After finishing the last one the test woman left. The perpetually naked Jennifer was then reconnected to the wall mounts by the whip mistress and given twenty wacks with a paddle for every question she had missed. Jennifer felt sorry for the dumb slaves as the whip mistress unconnected her and led her back to her stall, still crying from the painful paddling.

A maid came in and brought her some food which she gratefully ate. At least this last session hadn't involved another enema she thought as she ate. She must be getting used to the whippings and paddlings she thought. She barely even felt the last one. Reaching around and feeling her scarred ass cheeks she could feel the heat though.

After eating and carefully licking the last of the food from the plate with her long tongue she sat the dishes carefully on the tray and put them on the shelf to the left of the door. She then went to the toilet and release more pent up water. After carefully wiping herself she began to wonder what was next. She lay in her bed and quickly fell asleep.

Still groggy from sleep a maid led her out of her stall. From the lack of light in the stable Jennifer knew that it was nighttime. She was led down to the first level and taken to a shower. Her shackles were removed and she was tied to a post in the middle of a small room. The maid then disrobed and turned on the water. She took a brush, rag and a bar of soap and washed Jennifer's now scarred body. The soap burned as it entered the softening whip marks. Jennifer had to step up on her tip toes as the rough brush was dragged across her tender ass.

Afterwards the maid dried her with a towel and reattched Jennifer's shackles. All this without a word said between the two girls. Jennifer made no attempt to get away, knowing that escape was impossible and any attempt would become a painful reminder. She was led quietly back to her stall. Surprisingly she slept very soundly that night, awakening sometime after sunrise. The comings and goings of the other slaves in the stable now became routine to her and she now longer listened to the cries and screams.

Along about mid morning Jennifer was fed something that resembled a breakfast. That afternoon a maid came in to remove the dishes. The maid first felt Jennifer's still tender abdomen. Grunting the maid left with the dishes. She soon returned with an enema bag. Jennifer took a look at it and then got on the floor with her ass high in the air. The maid silently filled the small two liter bag and let the air out. She then inserted the ungreased tip into Jennifer's tender asshole and let the solution flow in. It was a plesant temperature Jennifer thought as the pressure began to build. As the last of the water drained from the bag Jennifer was wondering if she would be given two bags full. She stayed hunched over with her ass in the air as the maid removed the equipment and rinsed it in the sink. Once done she left Jennifer's stall.

After quite a while Jennifer got up and sat on her bed, moving ever so often to accomodate the pressure of the water in her intestines as it shifted to and fro. She began to wonder if she was supposed to let the water out. After what seemed like a dracmar she heard the bolt to her cell being opened. A whip mistress walked in carrying a bucket.

"Let it out in here." she instructed as she sat the bucket on the floor.

Jennifer gratefully complied, squatting over the bucket to release the small enema. She let it flow for a while and worked the muscles in her stomach to help it pass. The mistress stood leaning against the wall and watched.

"Is it all out?" she asked.

"No my mistress."

Jennifer wondered if she should have said yes. The mistress stood and watched as the water came out in short squirts and dribbles. She looked into the bucket to see that the water was a dark brown.

"How about now?" the mistress asked after quite a time had passed with Jennifer straining to get it out without further success.

"I think so my mistress."

"Go wipe yourself." the woman instructed. She then looked at the bucket, wrinkling her nose at the smell. She took out a small note pad and jotted something down. Presumably it was a measurement of how much Jennifer had managed to get out.

Having wiped herself Jennifer stood meekly by the toilet with her head down. The mistress walked over and poked and prodded at her abdomen. Finally satisifed she said, "Good. Now get some sleep."

Jennifer stood where she was until the mistress had left. She then happily laid down, her stomach grumbling from the enema. Tonight she would sleep on her back she thought as she pulled the cover up to stay warm against the damp night air of whatever planet it was that she was on.

Later that night Jennifer awoke to pee and could hear someone screaming from the torture chambers. Knowing the distance away that it was she knew that some poor girl was in great pain to be heard from this distance.

As she laid back down Jennifer found it hard to go back to sleep as she listened to the girl scream. All of the stalls were very quiet tonight. Finally she fell off into a nightmare filled sleep.

In the morning Jennifer awoke of her own accord and lay in bed, wondering if things were tapering off. In the last two days she had hardly been punished in comparison with the first few days that she was here. Soon a slave maid, the one whom she had watched being punished, came in and left her some food. The maid looked at her with contempt but didn't say anything. Jennifer wondered what the maid was thinking but knew better than to say anything. From what she could tell the whip mistresses had ways of listening in on the stables.

Jennifer looked at the lunch. It looked fairly good. It was mashed potatoes and some sort of beans. And wonders of wonders it even included a small strip of meat. Not that Jennifer was much of a meat eater but she realized that this was a much better meal than she had had the whole time she was here. She ate everything, being empty from the previous night's enema and sopped up the brown gravy with the roll. A cup of some sort of red liquid that was sweet completed the meal.

Jennifer sat in her cell on the bed and was somewhat startled by the maid that came in with more food. The maid then looked at the empty tray and left without leaving the second tray of food. Jennifer thought that they had obviously got confused. She doubted that she could eat more anyway since she was pretty full, her stomach grumbling to confirm that.

Soon the maid returned, still carrying the second tray of food. A whip mistress came in with her.

"Where did you get this tray?"

"A maid brought it mistress. I wasn't told not to eat it so I ate it. I am sorry if I wasn't supposed to mistress." Jennifer said as shyly as she knew how.

"What maid?"

"One of the maids my mistress."

"Was it the one who kicked you in the face several days ago?" the mistress asked.

"Yes my mistress."

"Damned bitch. I wonder what she has done. Come with me. You, bring that tray." the mistress instructed the maid to bring the now empty tray.

Jennifer complied, beginning to wonder what was going on. She was led out of the building across a compound. The sun felt good as it warmed her naked body. The compound was a lush tropically landscaped area between the several buildings. The mistress led the way with Jennifer behind her and the slave maid behind them, carrying the two trays.

Once inside one of the buildings the mistress led Jennifer and the maid into a room and told Jennifer to sit and for the maid to set the trays down and go and find the maid called 'Trenka'.

The whip mistress left the room and soon returned with a man following her. She looked at Jennifer's eyes and up her nose with instruments while the man put scrapings of food samples from the empty tray into test tubes. He then placed the tubes into a machine and pressed buttons on it.

"Did Trenka say anything to you when she brought you this?" the mistress asked pointing to the empty tray.

"No my mistress."

"Did she look at you?"

"Yes my mistress."

"What kind of look did she give you?"

"She looked mad my mistress."

"What kind of food was on the tray?"

"There were mashed potatoes with brown gravy. Beans. A small piece of meat, two rolls and a glass of red juice. Mistress." Jennifer said.

"Meat? What sort of meat?"

"It was small, no longer than four centimeters in length and less than two wide. It was very thin. I don't know what it was but it was not any type of bird or fish. It was very flavorful my mistress."

"Damned bitch. Bob, I say we pump her." the mistress said to the man who was studying the results of the machine.

"I'll have to agree with you there. Not knowing what the meat was I have no way of testing it. All the rest of this check out, including the cup." the man said.

"Get up on that table and lie down, face up." the mistress instructed. She then strapped Jennifer down.

The man then took a hypodemic syringe and filled it from a small glass jar as Jennifer watched. She then felt a stick at her neck as the fluid was injected. Soon the room began to spin. She was vaguely aware of a light being shined in her face and something going into her mouth.

When Jennifer awoke she was in her stall. She had a funny taste in her mouth that confirmed that it was not a dream. She lay there, tired and her stomach hurting. Her stomach hurt very badly but not the kind of pain that she experienced with the enemas. It was more like that from eating improperly prepared food or when she had gone hungry for several days.

A maid came in and brought a meal to Jennifer which she was told to eat. Several hours later another tray of food was brought in and she was told to eat it. The next morning a large breakfast was provided. After clearing her plate Jennifer set the tray down on the shelf and sat on her bed.

Soon a maid entered and attached a leash to Jennifer's collar and led her down to the fifth level of the torture chambers. She was led into a room where the whip mistress was waiting whom had brought her to the doctor. She was now sure that the man was a doctor and had correctly surmised that she had been poisoned by Trenka. As she entered the room she was instructed to sit on a chair in the corner. Her leash was attached to the wall. The maid departed. The whip mistress, Bragk, by the name on her badge that Jennifer could read, waited impatiently for something.

Jennifer looked meekly at Bragk wondering what was going to happen to her. Soon she heard a commotion coming down the hall. The door burst open and Trenka was dragged in by two large men. She had her hands cuffed behind her back and blood ran from her nose. She was cussing and screaming, kicking and trying to bite. The two men threw her over the rack in the room, one of the semi round ones, and tied Trenka's legs to it. Bragk then uncuffed the still thrashing Trenka and attached her arms down low on the rack. The two men then departed the room.

Trenka was cussing at Bragk until the gag went in and the device inflated. Jennifer sat and watched, knowing that she was about to witness Trenka being punished for poisoning her. It was little satisfaction knowing that the girl would pay for what she did.

Bragk took a knife and cut away Trenka's thin clothes. The slave maid now lay naked, strapped to the the rack. Next she was given a four liter enema. Tears ran from her eyes as the water ran in. From the pain in her face Jennifer could tell that Bragk had put something into the enema and that it must have been very hot. As the water was flowing in to induce it's pain Bragk attached weighted clamps to the maid's nipples. Tried as she could she couldn't escape the grasp of the clamps.

Soon the bag was empty. Bragk removed the large tip and replaced it with a plug. It was one of the larger sizes Jennifer noticed. A blow up catheter was inserted into the maid's uretha and inflated. Next came some sort of burning liquid. As the maid's bladder was pumped full she wriggled her pelvis trying to accommodate the mounting pain. Once done the whip mistress capped off the catheter and left it dangling. Then she attached a weight to it, pulling against the ballon inside of Trenka's bladder. As the girl lay there in pain Jennifer watched as more clamps and weights were attached to the poor girls labia. Muffled cries told of the pain.

A dildo holding belt complete with a large inflatable dildo was brought forth. The dildo was pushed home in a single stroke, filling the slave maid's vagina. The belt was fastened securely running between her legs and around her waist. The straps on it were very narrow, intended only to hold the dildo in. Bragk brought fourth an inflator and inflated the dildo to immense proportions. More muffled cries issued forth from the slave maid's pain wracked body.

Finally, a large whip was taken from it's hook on the wall. Bragk whipped the poor Trenka for a long time. Jennifer lost count around four hundred lashes. The girl's entire back, buttocks and thighs were red and bleeding. She had vomited from the pain. Being gagged the vomit took the only exit available, through Trenka's nasal passages and out her nose. The smell was bad enough from where Jennifer was sitting, she could imaging how Trenka must be feeling right now.

Bragk stopped to rest, wiping the sweat from her brow. She looked at Trenka who had passed out. Taking a syringe from one of the cabinets she injected something into Trenka's neck.

"This is a stimulant. It'll keep her awake." Bragk told Jennifer.

Jennifer watched as Trenka's face was slapped. The slave maid began to regain consciencenous. She winced at the pain. Tears once again flowed down her cheeks. Bragk whipped her some more and then stopped and sat down. She then looked over at Jennifer who was watching from beneath her brow.

"You come do this a while, I'm tired." Bragk, the whip mistress ordered.

"Yes mistress." Jennifer said, rising from her chair. She unclipped herself from the wall but left the leash attached to her collar. She walked over to where Bragk sat. The whip mistress handed her the large, heavy whip. It was made of leather covered wire. The whip contained eleven major tails. Each one of the tails separated into five smaller ones some twenty centimeters from the ends. Each small tail had a cube attached to the end. The cubes were only some three millimeters on a face and appeared to be made of some sort of crystal. Jennifer felt the heft of the whip in her hand and guessed it to be nearly five kilograms. She walked to where Bragk had been standing.

"Well she won't feel it if you don't lay it on her. Get busy."

"Yes mistress." Jennifer said and raised the whip up. She brought it down, missing Trenka's buttocks and hitting the side of the rack. Before she could get into trouble she raised it up again and stepped closer to the bound Trenka. She brought it down again. This time the whip found it's mark, the bloody buttocks of Trenka. The girl flinched in pain. Jennifer set about flogging the slave maid, bringing the whip down on poor Trenka again and again. Trenka vomited again, the foul smelling liquid dripping from her nose, accompinaed by spewing as she tried to clear her nasal passages to breath.

After many, many lashes Jennifer moved down to Trenka's legs. By aiming carefully she could make the whip wrap around the maid's leg nearest to her. Angling just right it would snap around and catch Trenka in the soft pubic mound. Glancing quickly over at Bragk she saw the whip mistress nodding approval. She continued to work her way down until she was lashing the soles of Trenka's feet. Since Bragk hadn't made it this far Jennifer got to witness first hand how the whip marked skin. The tiny cubes cut in like small blades. Finally after she had bloodied the girl's feet Bragk told her to stop. Jennifer paused, and let the whip fall to her side. The whip mistress went to the cabinet and brought forth a new device that Jennifer had never seen before.

"This is a cattle prod. It is used to urge large beasts to go where you want them to go." Bragk said and fired the stick sending a tiny blue spark between it's electrodes on the tip.

Jennifer's eyes widened at the sight of it. Bragk then removed the gag from Trenka's mouth and replaced it with a tube shaped device. Trenka, exhausted didn't even scream. Bragk then handed Jennifer a pair of gloves and a jar of something.

"Put the gloves on to keep the blood off of your hands. Then smear that on her." Bragk said and watched as Jennifer fought with the gloves. She had never actually had on a pair of gloves before but had seen a doctor once put them on. It took her several tries to get her fingers into the correct place. She then opened the jar and moved it quickly away from her face.

Smearing the cream onto the whip cuts on Trenka, Jennifer noticed that the girl was vomiting again. Judging from the smell of the cream Jennifer was sure that it would hurt any cut or delicate areas. Added to that pain the clamps were still dangling and the enema was still stretching Trenka's belly. The cream, at least, stopped the flow of blood.

"Good, smear it on good. It contains a blood clot forming compound." Bragk said.

After Jennifer finished she was told to put the cream on the counter and dispose of the gloves in the trash can. Doing so she watched as Bragk removed the clamps from Trenka's vagina and nipples. She then let the air out of the catheter and removed it from Trenka's bladder. The girl immediately released the burning liquid. Jennifer watched as blood accompanied the urine. The dildo was deflated and removed, along with the belt, from around Trenka's waist. With each device being removed Jennifer could tell that Trenka was slowly relaxing. The stimulant was still apparently working since she was wide eyed.

Next Bragk took the prod and inserted it into Trenka's vagina. The tip went a full twenty centimeters into the girl. Bragk then held the trigger down as the girl spasmed against the restraints that held her to the rack. She vomited again. This time, however, Jennifer could tell that her stomach was nearly empty. And since the new gag was open the liquid went through the tube, along with a weird sounding scream. Bragk pulled the wicked stick back some and pulled the trigger again.

Next the whip mistress removed the prod from the slave maid's vagina and set it on a stool nearby. She then removed the butt plug, wriggling it and twisting it to get it free of Trenka's spinchter muscle. Once out the water flowed forth.

"Get that hose and rinse the floor down. It's beginning to stink in here."

"Yes mistress." Jennifer said and took the hose off of it's rack and turned on the faucet. She sprayed down the floor, washing the vomit, blood and enema water down the floor drain beneath where Trenka lay immobilized.

Bragk watched as Jennifer performed her task. She then took a set of shackles out of a drawer and attached them to Trenka's wrists. After this she released Trenka from the grip of the rack. She attached Trenka's wrists together behind her back. Next Bragk pulled Trenka off of the rack and tried to stand her up. The girl slumped to the floor, unable to stand. A collar was attached around her neck and a very large leash attached to the ring in front. Next the gag was removed. Trenka didn't say anything, perferring to whimper at the pain she was feeling.

"On your feet slut." Bragk said, shocking the slave maid in the breast with the prod. Trenka jumped from the pain and slowly started to try and get up. As she stood she hopped on first one foot and then the other as the now whipped soles of her feet took the weight of her body. Enema water trickled down her leg, the change in body position freeing it from the inner folds of Trenkas intestines.

"I didn't tell you to release any more water." Bragk barked, catching Trenka in the vagina with the prod. The slave maid let out a shriek from the pain. She then visibly clenched her buttocks together to stop the flow.

"Here's her leash. And here is the prod. If she doesn't do what she is supposed to do use it. Follow me." Bragk told Jennifer, handing her the prod and the leash. Jennifer gingerly took the prod, and nearly dropped it, not expecting it to be so heavy.

Bragk led the two out into the hallway and down to a shower room. She then turned on the water and had Jennifer lead the girl into it. Jennifer set the prod down and scrubbed Trenka down with soap and water as instructed. The brush on the raw skin hurt badly as Trenka began to cry. Once finished Bragk led the two girls back up to the stable where Trenka was chained to a wooden platform, face up. Bragk then worked the maid over with the prod. Trenka's renewed screams filled the room. Jennifer could see welts rising from where the prod had touched.

Bragk then handed Jennifer a small club made of rubber. Jennfier was instructed to beat Trenka with it. Doing as she was told she hit Trenka with the flexible club all over. After over a hundred blows Bragk told her to stop. Then she was instructed to sit and watch. Having rested Bragk was now ready to continue her punishment of the errant maid.

Taking a device that looked like a backwards clamp out of a drawer Bragk inserted it into Trenka's vagina. She then began cranking on the screws which opened the jaws. As it opened it spread the slave maid's pussy quite wide. Soon Trenka began to scream from the pain. Jennifer winced, knowing that it must hurt as it squeezed the delicate and sensitive vaginal tissues up against the girls pelvic bone. Trenka's screams filled the room from the pain. Jennifer wondered if this wasn't what she had heard coming from the torture chambers late one night several nights ago.

After opening the stretcher device to a very wide setting the whip mistress stopped and looked at the screaming Trenka. Next the metal collar was removed from Trenka as she continued to scream from her pussy being stretched so wide. Blood had begun to trickle out from torn tissue inside. Bragk attached a leather choker onto the maid and began to tighten it up. Trenka's eyes began to bluge and she started to have a hard time breathing. Bragk watched for several seconds and backed off just a little. Trenka could still breath but it was work. She had a hard time deciding if she should breath or scream from the pain.

Bragk then took some small loops of thin wire and attached them to Trenka's nipples. The wires were attached to a small shocker device and turned on. Trenka began to twitch at the voltage. Bragk then sat down and watched as Trenka alternated between screaming and breathing. After quite some time she released the choker, vaginal stretcher and nipple wires from Trenka. She then left the room for a while. Trenka turned her head to the side and was resting when Bragk returned nearly two dracmars later.

Jennifer was still sitting on the stool watching as Bragk came in. She looked at Trenka to see if the maid was sleeping or not. Opening one of her eyes the whip mistress was apparently satisified that Trenka hadn't passed out again. Bragk then went to the counter and flipped the pages on a book. "Jennfier, it says here that you haven't had an enema in two days. Is that right?"

"Yes mistress." Jennifer answered, aware that the situtation to which the mistress referred was about to be corrected.

Bragk walked to where Jennifer was sitting and pulled her up to a standing position. She then poked and prodded at Jennifer's stomach. Walking back to the counter she opened a cabinet and took out a small enema bag. From the looks of it it couldn't have held more than a liter. Jennifer remained standing, looking at the marked up body of Trenka stretched out on the wooden platform. Bragk dug around in the cabinet for a while and produced a large bottle of something. She poured it into the bag and attached a hose and tip.

"Ok honey, bend over." Bragk instructed Jennifer. Jennifer did as she was told, bending over and grabbing her ankles. She wondered what the liquid was. It had seemed very thick but the bag didn't hold much.

Bragk inserted the slim, smooth tip into Jennifer. She was surprised that it didn't hurt at all. Then the clamp was released and she could feel something flowing in. It was very slow moving from what she could tell. It was room temperature and didn't burn.

When the bag was nearly empty Bragk spoke, "This is going to feel real good. It's oil and lanolin. It'll soften you up inside. Takes a while to work and you'll have some mild cramping. Hold it until I get back."

Jennifer stood up and then sat in the chair as Bragk pointed to it. The whip mistress then washed the enema appratus and put it back into a cabinet. She was right about the enema. It did feel good. It was just enough pressure to feel that way and since it didn't burn Jennifer found that she did enjoy it. Jennifer sat for a very long time wondering when Bragk would return. The clock on the wall showed three hours when then whip mistress came back in.

Without saying a word she went to the equipment cabinet and brought forth something Jennifer had never seen. It looked like a tube gag. Bragk went to the strapped down Trenka and inserted it into the girls mouth after having to force her jaws open. The tube was very wide. Bragk then took some sort of glue and glued the slave maid's lips to the tube. Jennifer watched with interest.

Next a hose was attached to the tube. The hose was some four centimeters in diameter and was almost a meter long. To the end Bragk attached the largest diameter standard looking enema tip that Jennifer had ever seen. It was designed like the regular small ones and was made of the same grey plastic but the diameter was nearly three centimeters. She watched with fascination, still unaware of what Bragk was doing. The whip mistress then greased the tip. From the look in Trenka's eyes she too didn't know what was about to happen.

"Come over her Jennifer." Doing as told Jennifer walked over to the platform.

"Now stand up here with one foot on either side of her head." Bragk instructed. Jennfier stepped up onto the platform and placed one foot on each side. She was just beginning to realize what was about to happen. "Bend over a little and hold your tail up." Jennifer did as instructed. Bragk then spread Jennifer's cheeks and worked the tip into her victim. The wide tip hurt as it spread Jennifer's ass open. As soon as it was in she had little choice in the matter as the oiled feces began to flow down the tube. "Now straighten up and force that out."

Jennifer stood straight up and let the oiled, sloppy mess travel down the tube -- straight into Trenka's mouth. The slave maid nearly choked at the first mouth full. Since the tube was set very deep into her mouth, nearly touching the back of her throat she couldn't block it with her tongue. The shit filled her mouth, forcing her to swallow to keep from choking on it. Jennifer too didn't have any choice in the matter as the tube holding her ass open provided a ready exit for the oil and shit. She watched as the lumpy, gooey mass travelled downward.

Trenka soon threw up, the contents spewing out through her nose. She nearly couldn't breath from the shit and oil running out. Bragk just watched and made no effort to stop the process. "If you need to pee, go ahead." she told Jennifer.

Jennifer thought about it for a while, and while she felt that she could have gone a little decided to hold it in. No sense in making Trenka even more miserable. The shit and oil continued to flow downward. Jennifer worked her stomach muscles trying to get it out. While the oil enema didn't particullary hurt it didn't feel all that good by now either, having held it for over three hours.

Bragk reached up and felt her belly, just above her pelvic bone. "Pee. I know you have to."

Jennifer complied rather than get punished. She hoped that Trenka would understand later. The warm urine hit the slave maid in the face and trickled into her eyes. She closed them tightly againt the burn of the urine. Bragk then used her fingers to pry the maid's eyelids open and allow the urine irrigation.

After Jennifer had stopped, Bragk then removed the extra large tip from her anus. She gratefully closed her ass muscles back up. Jennifer was then led back to her stall.

"Now you see what happens to errant maids. If she tries to have any contact with you again you will tell me immediately. Don't worry about her approaching you in your stall again while you are alone since she is no longer going to be a maid. She shouldn't have punished you the first time and certainly shouldn't have tried to poison you. That is for masters and mistresses to do. She was only a maid and was supposed to carry out orders. Now get a good nights sleep."

"Yes mistress." Jennifer said. Bragk looked at her.

"You have a question?"

"Mistress, will you wash me out before I go to bed. Please." Jennifer asked, aware that the oil enema would ooze all night if she didn't, having had received one from her mother once.

"Sure." Bragk said.

She returned in a few minutes with a two liter bag. She filled it with soapy water and Jennifer bent over and took all of it without so much as a whimper. "Hold that for a little while before you let it out. I'll be back after while and rinse it. Anything else?"

"If it wouldn't be too much trouble mistress, may I have ten swats with your hand?" Jennifer asked without looking up.

"Of course my dear little slave." Bragk said and gave Jennifer five on each cheek. "More?"

"Not right now please."

Bragk left. After counting to five hundred Jennifer let out the soapy water. Watching the toilet water she could see the oil float to the surface. Three flushes later she stood and walked around a bit to get the rest to come down.

A dracmar later Bragk returned. "Ready for your rinse?"

"Yes my mistress." Jennifer said and bent over grabbing her ankles.

Bragk filled the bag with plain water and then put it into Jennifer's eagerly waiting ass. "More spanks?"

"Ten please."

Bragk gave her the requested swats as the water was running in. Jennifer had decided that she liked hand spankings, especially when the enema was actually going in. "More?"

"No mistress."

"Ok then, stand up." Bragk told her. Their eyes met. After studying the slave for a few seconds, "Lay down on the bed." Jennifer got down on her bed carefully, face down. "No, flip over."

After Jennifer rolled over onto her back the whip mistress massaged her stomach muscles carefully and tenderly, working the water around inside. "You are turning out to be a good slave." She then carefully spread Jennifer's legs and began licking the slaves pussy.

Jennifer had never had anyone lick her the way that Bragk was doing. With the pressure of the enema inside she reached orgasm quickly. Once done Bragk kissed her on the forehead and went to the door.

"Let it out when you feel like. Good night."

"Good night my mistress."

After a very restful night Jennifer awoke with daybreak. She lay in her bed a while before rising and letting out the night's urine. Wiping herself and flushing the toilet she noticed that someone had left something on the shelf during the night. She must have been sleeping more soundly than she realized because she was sure that it wasn't there yesterday.

Approaching the shelf she saw that a pile of fabric sat on the shelf. She picked it up carefully. Normally the only things the shelf were used for was to hold her empty food trays and the occasionaly equipment that someone would bring in to use on her. She unfolded the fabric and realized that it was clothes. A short skirt of a light pink fabric that was attached with a sticky sort of catch and a thin, short shirt were there.

Holding the items up she concluded that they must be for her to wear, otherwise why would they be here. She put on the skirt and noticed that it would barely extend below her crotch. No panties were present so she thought that she was intended to go without. She put the small shirt on and pulled it down as far as it would go. It was a halter style shirt and extended to just below her nipples. It wouldn't have covered her breasts had she had any.

Later, sitting on her bunk in her new clothes the whip mistress Sasha came in. She nodded approvingly and motioned for Jennifer to stand up. Turning around slowly so that she could be viewed, Jennifer was secretly happy at the apparent elevation in her status.

"You'll make a fine slave maid. Come with me." Sasha said.

"Yes mistress."

Sasha led her outside onto the grounds and then into a building. She had never before been in this building. Sasha brought Jennifer to a room where several other girls were sitting, dressed as she was. She was told to sit and wait.

As Jennifer looked at the other girls and they looked at her someone walked in. Jennifer realized that it was a class. She listened intently and learned all that was being taught. She had little doubt that she would be tested and punished accordingly if she didn't do well.

Every day for several weeks Jennifer went to class. At night she was brought to her stall. Every other day she was allowed to take a shower with the other girls at school. She was fed twice a day and the quality of the food improved over what she had tasted the first few days that she was there. Every third day her stomach was poked and prodded and if she was thought to be constipated she was given a two liter enema of plain water. Every other day she was given a quick twenty wacks on her way to school with a paddle to remind her that she was a slave.

From the way that the other girls sat in their chairs in the morning and the way that the butts looked in the showers Jennifer was sure that the received the same treatment she did. She never asked them or tried to start a conversation in any way. Being well trained, none of the other girls tried to talk either.

They were shown basic reading, writing, arithmetic, cooking, sewing, child care, grooming, laundry care and housekeeping. In addition they were also show various videos about proper sexual techiniques with various races. Tests were given every evening before they went to their stalls. Not doing sufficently well on a test resulted in a whipping in front of the class. Jennifer, being unusually bright was only whipped once in three weeks.

At the end of the three week class she was put into another class. This one had higher requirments and she would receive a whipping ever three or four days. The whipping itself wasn't that unusual but it was embarassing to be whipped in front of the class. Not that anyone said anything about it to one another but Jennifer felt ashamed to be whipped in front of all of the girls that she shared a class with. At the end of three weeks she had learned many things and been whipped many times. Some of the other girls were missing from the classes from time to time. The instructor informed the girls that the missing slaves had been sold. Most of the girls were humanoid with only one other that Jennifer had seen being an Alaytion.

One night in her cell a whip mistress came and was performing her usual internal examination. Jennifer was told to remove her clothes and to follow the mistress. Jennifer followed with some trepidation since she hadn't been to the torture chambers in many weeks. She wondered what she had done wrong. She was led to a room on the first level down and told to bend over and grab her ankles. How unusual, she thought to be punished and not be attached in restraint.

She did as was told while the whip mistress went over and prepared a three liter enema. Jennifer could tell by the color of the bag. The red ones were two liter, the blue ones were three and the green ones held four liters. Something was put into the bag and then it was topped off. The mistress let the air out of the hose and attached a medium sized tip with large openings to it. Jennifer wondered what was going on. Normally she would receive her cleaning enemas in her stall.

The mistress walked over and greased her asshole with something. It tingled a little. Then the long, wide tip was pressed against her. As she had learned she relaxed her spinchter muscles allowing the tip to stretch her young anus open. Once inside the clamp was released and the warm, soapy water began to flow. The mistress hung the bag from a high hook and left the room. She then returned with a pair of scissors. Jennifer wondered what was in store for her as her abdomen stretched to accomodate the hot burning liquid. Being used to the pain she only whimpered slightly as the bag finished emptying into her. The mistress heard the sucking sound and closed the clamp and removed the tip. Jennifer clenched her buttocks together to hold the liquid in.

"Stand up." she was instructed by the mistress.

Doing as she was told she found that the water inside began to shift, causing painful spasms. After several minutes it settled into a more comfortable position and she was able to hold it without too much effort. She stood with her hands at her side, unsure what had brought about this latest enema. The mistress approached her with the scissors and began to trim her hair. First Jennifer's bangs were trimmed square across the front and just above her eyebrows. Her dark, black locks falling to the floor. Next the line was extended around her head and curved down around her slightly pointed ears. Then the back was squared off. Having nearly straight, black hair it was easy enough for the mistress to see how to cut it.

"Lean your head back." the mistress ordered and then examined Jennifer's nostrils. She trimmed a few hairs inside, nicking Jennifer slightly. Jennifer flinched but the mistress didn't say anything.

"Go let that out." the mistress instructed, pointing to the toilet in the corner of the room. Jennifer gratefully complied. The mistress walked over and refilled the bag with plain water. She regreased the tip and hung the bag back on the hook. "Put this in when you are finished." the woman said and then left the room, carrying the scissors.

Jennifer desparately wanted to know what was going on. This was the first time ever that she had been asked to give herself an enema. She leaned back and forth trying to get the soapy water out. After a few minutes she wiped herself, flushed and stood up. Her stomach, now unfolded, gurgled and she felt another surge of trapped water rushing down towards her anus. She stood for several minutes letting it travel down and then sat on the toilet again, releasing the water. After two more times like this with very little results on the last time she decided that she had better go and take the next enema.

After flushing the toilet she walked with some fear and trepidation to the center of the room and the waiting bag. She ran her hands over it's smooth surface gently, feeling the warmth of the water inside. She felt the taut surface of the bag, realizing that soon her stomach would feel like this. She then ran her hand down the hose and grasped it just behind the tip. She looked carefully at the tip, this was the first time she had ever had a chance to examine one. Usually she was on the receiving end.

The tip was approximately twenty centimeters in length and it's head had an end diameter of nearly four centimeters. It tapered quickly back to a ribbed section which was some two centimeters in diameter. It was attached to a long, smooth blue hose. Jennifer hunched her butt up and pushed the tip against her anus. Relaxing she pushed it in. As her anal muscles stretched to accomodate it she thought about how it felt, it actually didn't feel too bad. Once past the head her ass closed around the head, ensuring that it wouldn't fall out on it's own. She pushed it further in, passed the ribbed section. She pushed slowly, enjoying the sensation of the ribs. Once in she hesitated, wondering if she should wait a while before letting the water in. She then turned on the clamp, realizing that she would proably be in trouble if she wasn't already full by the time that the whip mistress returned.

She leaned over and put her hands on her knees, allowing the water to course into her. It was quite warm but not uncomfortably so. She looked back at the bag several times trying to guage just how much had flowed in. She could feel her stomach tightening and the pressure building at about the halfway point. When she began to have a shorter breath she looked back and saw that the bag was nearly empty. Just a few seconds more she told herself as the water flowed in. Just a little bit more. Soon she heard the sucking sound from the bag. She reached back and shut off the clamp and remained in her folded over position with her hands on her knees.

Now she began to wonder if she should remove the tip or not. She thought about how it felt in her and came to the realization that it felt ok where it was. She also realized that she had been told to fill herself and hadn't been specifically told to take the tip out when she was full. So she waited, hunched over with a blue hose hanging out from beneath her tail. She swished her tail around and realized that the muscles that moved her tail also moved the tip around somewhat in her anus. It felt pretty good she decided and kept swishing her tail. All the while her stomach grumbling from the large volume of water that she was holding. She waited patiently for the whip mistress to return.

After a long while she experimented with bouncing up and down on her knees which would jiggle the solution inside. All the while she kept swishing her tail from side to side, stimulating the sensitive nerves in her anus from the pressure of the tip inside.

"Feels good, doesn't it?" the whip mistress asked.

Jennfier was surprised, she didn't hear the mistress come into the room. "Yes mistress." she answered before she got into trouble. The mistress walked over and removed the tip. She saw that the mistress was barefooted which certainly explained why she hadn't heard the mistress's approach.

"Many women find that they enjoy anal stimulation. Alaytions are particullary fond of it. Your tail muscles run right around your anus which is why it feels so good to you to wiggle your tail with the tip in. You can stand up now."

Jennifer did as she was told and turned to face the mistress. The mistress had a smile on her face. "I'll bet you wonder what is going on, don't you?"

"Yes mistress."

"You are going to be shown to a potential buyer tomorrow. An agent called ahead to say that a man is coming who is interested in buying an Alaytion slave. Since we have only six here you are going to be shown with the others. Although we had planned on making a slave maid out of you our plans may be delayed if a potential customer is interested. As you have probably figured out by now our business is trading and training slaves. We have to have you looking your best tomorrow. For that reason you won't be whipped tonight. But lest you think that you can get away with something let me inform you that you will receive double the punishment tomorrow if you screw up and are not purchased tomorrow. You are being washed out now so that you will be all nice and clean for tomorrow. Now go and let that out and stand by the door when you are finished." the mistress said and then left.

That finally explained it, Jennifer thought. So she was being prepared for showing. She remembered months ago when she had been cleaned up and dressed by her mother. That was before she was bought and brought here. She hoped that the next place she was brought to wasn't so bad as this one. The punishment here was much worse than anything she had received from her mother.

As she rocked from side to side trying to get the enema out she wondered what the man would want in a girl. She wished that there were some way that she could find out. She even toyed with the idea of asking the mistress but decided against that unless given the chance to talk. Several flushes and a half a dracmar later she was sure she had enough out to be able to hold the rest for a while and wiped herself and went to the door.

Almost immediately the whip mistress appeared from around the corner, still barefooted. "Well now, let's go get you washed and cleaned up."

Jennifer was led down the hall to a shower. She was given soap and a rag and the mistress watched to make sure she cleaned everywhere. Next she was given shampoo to wash her hair with. The mistress gave her more to lather up her tail. The mistress explained that since the man was interested in Alaytion girls specifically he was probably going to examine her tail carefully.

After Jennifer had dried off with a towel she was led to the next room where the mistress blow dried her hair. She was then given a brush and shown to a mirror and told to comb it out. Next she was instructed to brush her tail down with a small curry brush that the mistress gave her. While Jennifer was busy doing that the mistress trimmed her toenails carefully and then painted them. Jennifer watched with intense interest as the paint was applied. She had never had her nails painted before and it was unique and new experience for her. After combing her tail the mistress told Jennifer to put her hands on the back of the bench that she had had her feet on. The mistress trimmed her nails and filed them smooth. Then a coat of paint was applied to them too. The soft pink paint contrasted slightly with Jennifer's dark skin but looked good. She was very proud.

Apparently her smile didn't go unnoticed by the mistress. "You seem to approve of being cleaned up. This is good. Now if you can project that happiness tomorrow when the buyer is looking at you maybe you will be sold."

"Mistress, may I ask a question?" Jennifer finally had the nerve to say. Surprised the mistress said yes.

"Can you tell me anything that I can do to help the buyer choose me over the other girls?"

"I'm not sure. It would help if you smiled when looked at and be very polite. Do as you are told promptly. Answer any questions asked of you in a very respectful way." the mistress said. She then told Jennifer to hold her hands up and not to drag her nails against anything. Following the mistress out into the hall she was led to another room which was lined with clothes.

Standing in the center of the room she watched as the whip mistress rifled through the racks of clothes, looking for just the perfect thing. Finally the mistress brought out a white linen outfit. It had a short skirt, although it was longer than Jennifer's usual outfit. A top that was slightly longer and looser fitting than her usual shirt. A small belt went through loops in the skirt and was buckled in the front. Jennifer got a look at herself in the mirror and was pleased with her appearance.

"We'll need to change your shackles." the mistress said and went to a drawer and removed some more and came and held them out by Jennifer's arm. First a solid black one, then a chrome one and finally a gold one. The mistress shook her head. She went back to the drawer and moved it's contents around a bit before returning with a set of brass shackles.

She held them up and approved of the look. Then she set about the task of unbolting the shackles that Jennifer was wearing. Jennifer watched with interest as the bolts on the iron shackles were removed and the imprisonment device was removed. The brass one was put into it's place and reattached. This time, however, the bolting mechanism was partially concealed in a countersunk hole. A long, hexagonal wrench was used to reach down in the hole and turn the bolt.

As the mistress let go of Jennifer's right wrist she realized that the new shackles were nearly twice as heavy as what she had been wearing. It would take some effort on her part to get used to the extra weight. She remembered nearly a year ago when her mother had bolted the iron shackles on her, she had bumped everything that she was next to. She stood quietly as the whip mistress bolted on the rest of the shackle set. Finally her iron collar was replaced by a brass one. It was a bit looser than her old one and twisted around a bit.

The mistress stood back and looked and was satisified with Jennifer's appearance. She then told Jennifer to remove the clothes and fold them neatly. Holding her new clothes she was led back to her stall. A meal tray was waiting for her.

The next morning the whip mistress came in very early, just after daybreak. Jennifer was led to the shower and washed again. Her hair was dried again and the mistress placed light pink ribbons in it just behind Jennier's ears. The VIRGIN and FERTILE tags were removed from her ears and earings placed there. They were simple small brass balls. Jennifer was told to brush her teeth and then gargled with a mouthwash. The whip mistress then took a bottle of something that smelled very nice and wiped Jennifer's vagina and ass with it. She was given a curry brush to comb out her tail again. Finally she was told to put on her clothes. The mistress then snapped a small brass chain between Jennifer's wrist manacles. It was some twenty centimters long and attached with simple snaps. She could have easily undone it.

She was then led out of the compound into one of the buildings in which she had never gone before. Down a maze of hallways and into a room with a stage on it. Two more girls were already standing on the stage. She was placed beside them and the mistress departed. Three more girls were brought in. Jennifer looked at the way that each girl was dressed and paid attention to the adornments that each wore. One girl on the end was crying and tears streaked her face.

After the last girl was brought in Jennifer could hear talking down the hall. It seemed to be moving in their direction. All of the girls wore shackles and all were attached at the wrists somehow. One girl had her ankles attached together.

As the talking approached Jennifer wondered what the man would be like. She wondered why he wanted an Alaytion slave since she had been told that Alaytions were nearly worthless. Several people came into the room. Two were whip mistresses that she recognized. One was a male guard that she also recognized. The other woman and the man she didn't know and had never seen. The woman was explaining the procedure and paperwork necessary for the purchase of a slave by the man. Apparently this was the man.

Jennifer looked at him under her brow, her head slightly bowed. The man appeared to be human. He was in his early thirties and had thinning brown hair. He had green eyes and a moustache. He was well built and appeared to be nearly a hundred kilos in weight. He was at least two meters tall. He was sharply dressed in slacks and shirt.

One of the whip mistresses showed the girls to the man, having each one introduce herself by name. The girl on the end, the one crying was waved off immediately by the man. The other mistress led her out on a leash. The next girl, the one to Jennifer's right introduced herself. Her voice was very uneven. The man looked at her and then picked up her left arm and felt it. He then moved on to Jennifer.

"Introduce yourself." the mistress instructed.

"I am Jennifer my lord." she said in a soft but strong voice and bowed her head.

The man then looked at her and ran his hand along her midriff. He then felt her left thigh from her knee up to just before her short skirt. Then, reaching behind her he grabbed her tail. He held it in his left hand and stroked it against the fur with his right. She wrapped it around his arm as he did so. He looked up at her and she smiled at him. "How old are you?"

"I am fourteen my lord."

He then released her tail and ran his hands over her chest, feeling her now erect nipples through her thin shirt.

Moving on to the next girl Jennifer thought that it had gone very well. The fifth girl was waved off after she backed away from his touch. Jennifer felt sure that she would be sorry later for doing that. The last girl looked at the man with a scowl which he apparently didn't like. He then waved her off. That left only three. Jennfier was in the middle.

Next he had all three girls turn around and bend over. This, of course, exposed their butts beneath the short skirts that they were wearing. He looked at each one and told the mistress that the one on the right didn't appear to be in as good of health. She was quickly removed.

That left Jennifer and the girl to her left, when she was turned around again to face the man. He looked at both girls and seemed to be thinking. He then lifted both of their skirts and examined their vaginas externally. His touch was warm, firm but gentle. The girl on the left had answered that she was fifteen. Jennifer figured that she hadn't been told to lie since she had breast buds already.

The two girls were then told to step off the stage. The man walked up to each one and wrapped his arms around her. Jennifer was surprised at how it felt since she had never before been hugged by anyone. She snuggled up against the man, feeling the comfortable feeling of being next to him. That must have decided it for him for he told the woman who appeared to be the boss of the school that he would take Jennifer.

The boss woman then told the man that Jennifer was a virgin and that she was fertile and he informed her that all Alaytions were that way. She then told him that Jennifer's price was twelve thousand credits, whereupon he informed her that selling an under age slave was strictly against the law and that he was willing to go as high as ten thousand. The woman readily agreed, realizing that Jennifer wasn't fourteen yet.

Jennifer listened as the man told the woman that he wanted stainless steel shackles of a lighter design. The woman argued with him that it would be extra. The stated price was a thousand credits more. He balked at this price saying that it was too high. The woman was adamant about the price, hoping Jennifer thought, to make up the difference in the original selling price. The man said he would give her the thousand if she would throw in a nose ring of gold and two labia rings. The woman thought about it for a second and then agreed. The man said he wanted to approve the positioning of the rings before they were inserted. She agreed and told the mistress to arrange it and to come get the man from her office when she was ready.

Jennifer steeled herself for what she knew wasn't going to be a pleasant experience. The whip mistress brought her down the hallway to a room and attached her shackles to chains hanging from the ceiling. She then removed Jennifer's clothes and folded them neatly and laid them on a chair. She removed Jennifer's earrings but left the ribbons. Jennifer's ankle shackles were attached to rings in the floor.

The mistress left, leaving Jennifer hanging from the chains. She was standing flat footed and found that it was just barely enough height. Soon the mistress returned with the man. Another woman entered the room in a white nurse's uniform. She went to the cabinet on one side of the room and removed some equipment. The whip mistress opened a display case and showed the man some rings. Jennifer could clearly see the selection.

The man picked up two rings and held them up against Jennifer's nose. He looked this way and that. Then he exchanged one of the rings for a larger one. He then compared them again. Finally, unable to decide he asked Jennifer which she liked best.

"The smaller one master."

"Good, then that will be the one we put in." he said, handing the ring to the whip mistress.

The nurse turned and looked at Jennifer. "Which side?"

"Center mount, in the septum." the man said.

The nurse made a mark inside of Jennifer's left nostril on her septum with a pen. "Is that far enough?"

"That'll do." the man said.

"Hold her head." the nurse instructed the whip mistress.

Jennfier braced herself as the evil looking device with it's claws extended was inserted into her nose. It looked like a large hole punch, which in reality was what it was. The nurse clicked a trigger several times, building up spring tension and then Jennifer heard a loud snap accompanied by a severe pain in her nose. She tried to jerk back but the whip mistress held her head firmly.

The machine was removed and Jennifer's nose hurt very badly. She felt something running down her upper lip. As she guessed, it was blood. The nurse set the instrument down and returned with a little white stick. She reached up and put it into Jennifer's nose. Jennifer felt a pulling sensation followed by extreme burning in her nose. The nurse removed her hand and the stick remained. She then went to a cart and dragged it over by where Jennifer was hanging.

Jennifer began to cry from the pain in her nose. It felt worse than being punched in the face. The whip mistress released her head and she slumped forward. The nurse then took a piece of material and cut a small hole out of it with a pair of scissors. Jennifer looked at it with curiousity. She watched as the nurse held it up over her nose and adjusted the opening with the scissors. Then the nurse removed the white stick and set it on the cart. The man watched as all this was done, not saying a word.

"Hold this." the nurse instructed the whip mistress. The material was placed over Jennifer's face with her nose poking through. She had to breathe through her mouth since her nostrils were covered. The nurse moved some items around on the cart as Jennifer listened.

She felt something pulling at her nose then felt something very cold up against her skin. She could feel the ring being moved through the hole. Next she heard the nurse light something and could hear the flames. She felt the ring in her nose get very hot. The nurse wiggled it to and fro several times as it was getting hot. The smell of burning flesh permeated Jennifer's olfactory sense. Just when she thought that it was going to get really bad the flame was shut off. The smell continued for a while as the ring was wiggled about in her nose. Finally the material was removed and she felt the hot ring dangle against her upper lip. She leaned her head forward to keep it from burning her lip. The smell of her own flesh burning where the ring passed through her nose made her slightly sick.

The nurse saw this and broke open an amonia capsule and waved it under Jennifer's nose. The pungent smell made her lift her head back to get away. As expected the strong smell brought her back from the nausea.

Then the nurse proceed to crank the evil piercing tool again. She marked a spot on Jennifer's outer labia about mid point on both left and right. "Is this where?"

"No, I want the small lips. Give me the pen." the man said. The nurse gave him the pen and he kneeled down in front of Jennifer. She watched as he pulled her small, tender inner labia out of the fold of her vagina and marked a small dot on each one. The hole would be some six to seven millimeters from the edge.

The nurse looked down and pulled Jennifer's lips down hard. She let out a yelp. The nurse pulled the left lip down and inserted it into the machine she then closed a small clamp with a hole in the middle down over the tender labia. She readjusted it, lining the pen dot up in the middle. The man examined it before the spring was released, sending waves of pain into Jennifer's young pussy. Blood began to drip from the new hole as the nurse lined up on the right labia. Quickly enough it too was pierced.

Jennifer began to cry from the pain. When the white stick was worked into the holes she screamed from the burning sensation. The nurse then cut more material with a small slit and had the whip mistress hold it over Jennifer's labia to keep from burning her with the torch. Jennifer watched, crying as the stick was removed and the man handed the nurse the small gold rings that would be placed into her pierced labia. The rings were inserted and fused together with the torch. The pain from the heat hurt nearly as bad as the piercing but not as bad as the little white stick which stopped the bleeding.

"That'll be quite sore for a few days." the nurse said as she put up the equipment. The whip mistress took a wet rag and wiped the blood from Jennifer's face and chin. She then wiped carefully where some of the blood had dripped against Jennifer's legs. Thankfully, she missed bumping against Jennifer's now very sore pussy and nose.

"That looks really good." the man complimented Jennifer on her new jewelry.

"Thank you master."

The whip mistress undid the couplings on Jennifer's shackles and as she was finishing up with her ankles another mistress came in with new shackles. Setting the shackles down she retrieved a wrench from one of the drawers. The two mistresses exchanged Jennifer's brass shackles for the stainless steel ones specified by her new master.

"Anything else sir?" one of the mistresses asked.

"No, that will be all." he said, handing the receipt to the mistress to sign off on. The second mistress attached a leash to Jennifer's collar and handed the end to the man.

After being pierced the man led Jennifer out of the slave training school into his waiting car. In the back of the chauffer driven conveyance he had her sit next to him. Running his hand on her bare thigh she could tell that he liked her.

"My name is Chadwick Remus, my friends call me Chad. You need to know that in case someone asks you. Otherwise I am your master. You are going to be my love slave. Since I am a very busy man I don't have time to play games with a girlfriend. It is much easier for me to just buy you and be done with it. You are my first slave. I have been told many times that I should buy one to have fun and games with. After several girlfriends who just wanted to tease me or wanted me for my money or wanted to mess with my head I have grown tired of them. After I broke up with my last girlfriend a year ago all I have had since is hookers. But there are certain disease and blackmail risks associated with getting pleasure from them, no matter how well paid. You will do some light housework, mainly in ensuring that I am comfortable. Your main duty is to provide me with pleasure. After much research I have come to the conclusion that Alaytions are the cheapest and most loyal slaves. That is why I purchased you. As for your tail I find it rather erotic. And what I have heard you can do with your tongue pleases me even more. Do you have any questions?"

"No master. I will be a loyal and obedient slave." Jennifer said, somewhat delighted to have been selected as a sex slave. It was rare from what she had heard to have an Alaytion as a sex slave. As such she hadn't even let herself dream of ever becoming one.

"Good. You will also accompany me at social and business functions. I plan to make no special effort to conceal the fact that you are a slave. However, I want you to be clear on this, no other is to have you or touch you. You will inform me at once if another person, man or woman, attempts to fondle you, kiss you or have sex with you. You are to take orders from me and me alone unless I give orders otherwise. Occasionally you may be left in the care of one of my employees. You will tell me all that goes on if asked and tell me of any advances on you. Do you understand this?"

"Yes my master."

"You will have plenty to eat, a warm bed and clothes when I deem them necessary. You will keep yourself clean and be polite. I don't want you to become fat so you will be weighed on a regular basis. I will adjust your weight accordingly based on your age. It will reach it's maximum limit when you turn twenty. I know that I have been told that you are fourteen years old. However, I don't believe that. Now I want you to tell me how old you really are."

Jennifer mulled over in her mind what to do. She remembered being told specifically that she was to lie about her age. However, this was a new master. He was asking for the truth. She wondered if this wasn't all some elaborate deception to get her to go against what she had been told. If it were a trap and she admitted the truth she would be punished. If it weren't and she stuck to her story about being fourteen she would be punished.

"I'm waiting for an answer."

"I know my master."

"You were told to lie about your age, of that much I'm sure. You were probably also told that if you told the truth that you would be punished. I'll tell you right now that if I don't have the truth from you I'll punish you."

Jennifer looked up at her new master. She was afraid of telling the truth and afraid of lying. She decided to try and go in between the two. "I'm thirteen."

"Are you sure about that?" he asked.

She looked at him, knowing that she hadn't been very convincing. She fidgeted slightly, trying to decide. Her new master then reached between her legs and gave one of the new rings a slight flick with his finger. The vibration of her tender labia sent a wave a pain through her vagina. "Please master... I'm really twelve." He then flicked the ring again. "I swear master, I'm twelve. Please stop." she began to cry at the pain. He looked over at her and was apparently convinced this time.

"Did you lie because you were told to?"

"Yes master. Please forgive me."

"Well... I want you to know that lying is one of the worst things a slave can do. For now I won't punish you, however, you are not going to get away with it without a warning. The next time you need punishment I'm going to start off with fifty wacks of a paddle for this little lie, then proceed on to your punishment for the next misdeed. Do you understand me?"

"Yes master." she sobbed, knowing that she already had a sentence of fifty wacks coming sometime in the future. She then realized that her new master was going to be almost as bad as the slave school that she had just come from. The main difference she guessed would be that she wouldn't be sleeping alone.

Her new master put his arm around her and held her close. She thought about how it felt and decided that if this was to be then she might as well try to enjoy it. She did feel that he was one of the nicer people she had ever met. He, at least, cared for her in his own way.

They rode in silence for several dracmars. Jennifer spent most of the time cuddled by her new master. He was warm and gentle. He kissed her on the head several times and ran his fingers through her fine black hair. Eventually they arrived at a spaceport. Here he led her out by her leash and up the stairs of a very large spaceship. Once inside he led her to the bathroom and let her urinate in private.

As she sat to urinate she didn't even think about the new labia rings. That is, until her hot urine hit the tender flesh of her labia. The excruciating pain shot through her causing her to let out a little scream. She then stopped releasing her urine in an effort to halt the pain. After the pain began to subside she realized that it would do no good to hold it in. So she relaxed her muscles again and prepared for the burn. The second time wasn't quite as bad, at least she was ready for it. Afterwards she very carefully wiped herself, finishing off with water dampened tissue. When she was finished she came out into the hallway.

Looking both ways she didn't know where she was supposed to go. "Master?" she tentatively called out. Not hearing an answer she went towards what she thought was the front of the spaceship. The hallway led past several empty rooms. One appeared to be a bunkroom, one an office, one a storeroom. One was a workshop of some sort. At the end the hall made a left zig-zag. It then opened up onto a large galley area. Forward of that her master was seated in one of the chairs. She saw stars outside.

Approaching she looked out in amazement at the realization that they were in space. She stood behind and to the left of the chair where her master was seated. Turning and seeing her he pointed to the other chair. She carefully sat down, making sure she didn't bump her new rings. As Jennifer watched out the window the stars suddenly shifted. She looked over at her master who was very busy with the controls. Not seeing any fear or concern in his face she leaned back in her chair to watch. The cool leather felt good against her bare back.

Chad adjusted the trajectory of the ship and soon an even larger spaceship came into view. He then landed inside of an enromus landing bay. After powering down the spaceship he led Jennifer by her leash back to the bunkroom. Inside he removed a robe from the closet and told her to put it on. He also set some thong sandels on the floor. He explained that some of his people would be distracted by her presence. So, in shackles, wearing a robe Jennifer was led outside into the docking bay. Several people gave them casual glances and continued doing what they were doing. Chad led her to his quarters.

Inside Jennifer was surprised at how large a suite he had. His quarters spanned some eight rooms with two bathrooms and a very large master bedroom suite. He showed her around and explained odd things here and there. The bedroom had a very large bed in it. Jennifer didn't see any punishment devices present. After the tour he stopped and took off her leash.

"You can run free in here but you are not to leave my quarters under any circumstances without an escort. Now, do you have any questions?"

"I have several questions master.. if I may be allowed to ask them." she said sweetly.

"Go ahead."

"Will you show me how to prepare your meals and tell me what you like?"

"Yes I will. Food preparation is very easy since the food here is synthesized by a computer. You will have to learn to program what you want. In the beginning I will show you things I like and prepare our meals. Eventually you can do it. Clean up is easy, all you will have to do is wipe up the occasional item that spills on the floor. And as for my clothes I have a synthesizer for that as well. So there will be very little laundry to do. I have a maid that comes in twice a week to change the sheets and tidy up. You will assist her if and when I say so."

"You said you are a very busy man. What do you want me to do when you are away?"

"Well... if you are not being punished or otherwise tied up then you can use the entertainment center. I'll show you how to do it later. I was told that you are very smart and so you should have no trouble figuring out what it all does. You can ask me questions as you need. In addition to providing me with pleasure I am going to see to it that you are educated. I know you are young and still have plenty of flexibility to learn new things. In addition, your education will provide me with plenty of opportunity to give you guidance in one form or another."

"You will paddle me?"

"Yes I will."

"Where are your whips and things?"

"You will find out soon enough about that. Rest assured that I can take care of one scrawny little Alaytion girl. I'm going to try to make it fun if I can. If I whip you it will either be because you are bad or as some sort of foreplay to sex. I know that at the school you were in, they would whip the girls for no reason at all other than just to be whipping them."

"May I ask another question?"

"Yes you may."

"When I'm being punished -- do you want me to scream or be quiet?"

"If you need to scream then you may do so. If not then be quiet. I won't get mad at you for screaming if you are being punished if that is what you are asking."

"Yes it was my master."

"Did they punish you for screaming because a whipping hurt?"

"Yes master."

"That is being cruel, I'll try not to do that."

"One more question, if I may ask my master."

"Of course."

"When I... I mean if I get pregnant, do you wish for me to have it?"

Chad frowned at this, "What do you mean, exactly."

"At the school I was taught that as I get older I will begin to have menstrual bleeding which will signal that I am fertile. From then on it is possible that if a man has sex with me that I may get pregnant. They taught us ways to stop the pregnancy if that should happen and we were not supposed to be pregnant or if our master didn't want us to."

"I haven't thought that much about it. I know that eventually it will be a problem. I am not going to take any preventative measures on my part. I'll get you some hormone based contraceptives to take. They are very effective if taken on a strict schedule. You can imagine what would happen to you if I caught you not doing as you were told."

"Yes my master."

"Good, you still have a few years until that becomes a problem yet. And just to put your mind at ease I have had regular check-ups by my doctor and my last set of tests for diseases were negative. So you won't be catching anything from me. Now, are you hungry?"

"Yes my master."

"What would you like to eat?"

"Whatever my master gives me."

"I have no idea of what Alaytion girls eat. Give me some hints."

"I will eat any food that a human eats."

Chad then punched up two steak dinners with potatoes, a salad and a soft drink. He set Jennifer's down in front of her. He sat his down and proceeded to eat. She waited patiently, looking at her food. "Is there something wrong with it?" he asked.

"No master."

"Then why aren't you eating?"

"A good slave waits until she is given permission to eat when others are present my master." she said softly.

"Eat."

"Yes master." Jennifer answered and then proceeded to eat her meal, trying to follow all the rules of eating that she had been taught. Having never shared a meal with anyone before in her life she didn't quite know what is going to be like.

"How do you feel about your life?" her master suddenly asked.

Caught somewhat off guard she didn't answer right away. She finished chewing the food in her mouth and the paused. "What do you mean master?"

"I mean, do you feel that you might have had more fun if you wouldn't have been raised and sold as a slave?"

"Perhaps master but that is not for me to question. I am a slave. I was bred and born as a slave. I have been trained ever since I can remember to be a servant. It is the only thing that I know."

"Haven't you ever wondered what it would be like to be free?"

"No my master. I thought that you liked me, why would you want to set me free? Have I done something to offend you? Please tell me master." she begged.

Having turned the table on him, he didn't have a ready answer for this. He continued to eat. After a few more bites he said, "I wasn't planning on setting you free. At least not right away. However, later, if you really want to be I might consider it. It sounds like you don't even want to consider freedom. Forget I asked, I'll ask again in a few years and see how you feel. Or, if you really, really want to be free I might let you. I don't want to hurt you and since you are my first slave I am still having trouble adjusting to having you."

They ate in silence. After the meal Chad showed Jennifer how to dispose of the dirty dishes in the food replicator. He then let her do her own plate. She was delighted at seeing it vanish. He watched her in amazement, falling in love with her by the moment.

He then took her to the bathroom and gave her her very own toothbrush. He showed her how to use the laundry system. He untied her ribbons and laid them on the counter. Then she was utterly and completly naked save for her new, permanently attached, jewelry. He stood back and looked at her for several minutes. She stood patiently still and let him look at her. He then looked at her closer, examining her tail for a long time. Finally he showed her how to use the shower.

After she had washed off and turned off the water she opened the door. Her master was waiting with a towel and dried her off.

"I have a question for you. You don't have to answer it tonight. When I do make love to you the first time I'll give you the choice of doing it without your shackles if you want. I'm not going to make love to you tonight since you are very sore from the piercing and because you are a virgin and therefore very special. You'll only be virgin once in your life. Once I enter you you will now longer be able to say that. So I'm going to spend time and go very slowly as I teach you about sex."

She didn't say anything and he ever so gently patted her vagina dry, careful not to bump her labia too much. She was surprised at how gentle he was being. As he approached her nose he was once again gentle.

"My sweet little Jennifer. I am in love with you." he said and then softly kissed her on the lips. It was a very soft and loving kiss. She closed her eyes and enjoyed the feeling. He was careful not to jostle her nose ring but did press her upper lip with his such that he did put a slight pressure on it. After he stopped she slowly opened her eyes and saw him looking at her. He had a look in his face that she had never before seen in a man. His eyes seemed to sparkle.

Chad picked up Jennifer in his arms and carried her to the bed. She could tell by his smell that he had showered at the same time she did in the other bathroom. He layed her carefully in the bed and then got on his knees and just looked at her. He ran his hands slowly over her naked body, caressing her softly. She closed her eyes and let the feelings run through her.

He crawled in the bed and pulled the covers up over them. Wrapping his arms around her he kissed her some more and told her goodnight. Jennifer lay there awake, thoughts racing through her head. She wondered what was going to happen to her. Her new master, Chad, was kind and gentle in his own way but she had little doubt that sooner or later when he punished her that it was going to hurt. Eventually she fell off to sleep.

Later Jennifer awoke in the warm comfortable bed by herself. She remembered her master and felt carefully for him after first listening to see if she could hear him breathing. Since the lights were off she didn't have any idea of where he was. Feeling that he wasn't there she raised up in the bed. Looking at the clock she saw that it was 09:00.

"Lights." she said, as she had heard Chad say the night before. The computer recognized the command and turned on the room lights. Jennifer looked around the bedroom. She was alone. Rising from the bed she went to the bathroom and peed. Having forgotten about the new piercing she quickly remembered as the hot urine hit the raw spots. She let out a little yelp and then leaned very far forward on the toilet to avoid that happening again.

After wiping herself she looked in the mirror at herself for a very long time. She had rarely ever looked in mirrors, having spent most of her time tied up. Her fine, straight black hair fell across the shiny stainless steel collar. She smiled at herself and watched as the image in the mirror smiled back. She then went through a range of facial expressions, ending by sticking her tongue out at herself.

Not hearing her master she went to investigate to see where he went. Reaching the kitchen she found a note on the table.

My dear Jennifer,

I have gone to work. You can entertain yourself by watching video or listening to music. Just play with the remote controls and you won't have to worry about messing anything up. Hopefully you can punch up some lunch if you get hungry. If not, then I'll do it for you when I get a chance to stop by later.

Your master,

Chad

She put the electronic notepad down and looked around. It was the first time in her life that she was on her own. What to do first?

Going to the food dispenser she punched in a breakfast and sat and ate it in silence. She swished her tail back and forth on the chair. Finishing her food she cleaned up the dishes and disposed of them, marveling at how they disappeared. If master ever gave her a chance to ask more questions she was going to ask about how this device worked. It was nothing like doing the dishes on her homeworld of Alaytia.

Sprawling down on the sofa she picked up the remote and studied it. Unable to know what the buttons did she began pushing them. Soon she was rewarded by the video screen lighting up with a picture on it. She watched in silence, unsure of how to get it to talk. Experimenting she pushed buttons and waited. Most didn't seem to work. Finally one she pushed made the picture go away again. She pushed it again and the picture reappeared. She looked at the label and read that it said POWER.

Several dracmars later Jennifer heard the door open to the hallway. She turned off the video with the power button and set the remote down. She then sat up on the sofa and waited.

"Jennifer? Jennifer, I'm home." Chad called out from the entry room. He walked into the entertainment room. "There you are. Did you eat lunch yet?"

"No master."

"Are you hungry?"

"No master. I ate breakfast when I got up master."

"When was that?"

"At 9 o'clock my master."

"Good. Well I just thought that I would stop by and see how you were doing. Are you bored?"

"No my master."

"Did you play with the entertainment equipment?"

4"Yes master."

"Good. Do you think you will be bored playing with it the rest of the day?"

"No my master."

"Well, just in case I have brought something for you to do. As I told you I plan on educating you. As much for my own satisfication as for your benefit. Here is a short document to read. It tells you about some basic safety techniques. It isn't too long and should take you no more than an hour to read. I'll quiz you on it when I get home." he said, kissed her and left.

Jennifer looked at the notepad that Chad had handed her. She examined it carefully. It had several buttons on it, only two of which had arrows. She began to read the document. When she reached the end of the page she cautiously pushed the down arrow button. The image shifted and she continued reading. The information was about safety precautions aboard a spaceship. She memorized all of the warnings.

When Chad came home that evening Jennifer had figured out how to turn on the sound on the video and also how to change programs. He sat down by her and asked her questions about what she had learned. Answering correctly on every question he seemed satisfied that she had learned the material.

Chad prepared the evening meal and asked Jennifer about her homeworld. He listened intently, having to prod her to continue every time. After eating he got up and left. She followed him into the entertainment room. Seeing that she was right behind him he turned and stopped. "Did you pick up the dishes?"

"No my master." she said, suddenly realizing that it was her duty.

"Go pick them up." Chad said.

"Yes my master." she bowed and then ran back to the kitchen and picked up the dishes and disposed of them properly. Then, returning to the entertainment room she found Chad on the sofa. She approached cautiously. She crawled up on the sofa and then lay down across his lap, her butt turned up. Chad had turned on the video and was watching something. He looked at the way that she was laying on him and concluded that she was expecting to be punished. Not wanting her to get too lazy he gave her five hard wacks with his hand.

Being the good slave that she was she lay there without trying to cover her exposed butt as he spanked her. She yelped at the pain, surprised that a hand spanking would hurt so much. After he stopped she turned over slightly to look at him. Seeing that he was done she got up and curled up next to him. He snuggled her close.

Sneaking a look at her face he saw that she wasn't crying as he would have expected. "Did that spanking hurt?"

"Yes my master."

"Then what is wrong?" he said, curious as to the pouty look on her face.

"My master, you promised me fifty wacks with a paddle the first time I did something wrong." she said meekly.

"Do you want them now?"

After thinking about it for a while she finally answered, "Yes master."

"Ok." he said and grabbed her hand and led her to the bedroom. Here he told her to bend over and grab her ankles. Then he reached into a drawer and rummaged around for a bit, finally withdrawing a long wooden paddle. She inhaled sharply at the sight of it, confirmation that her new master did indeed have tools to punish her with. She put her head down and grabbed her ankles tightly.

Chad picked her tail up and tucked the end in under her collar. He then put his left hand on her rump and swung the paddle with his right. She let out a scream at the first wack. He then counted out slowly, her screams increasing steadly with each wack. On the twenty-fourth wack she raised up and grabbed her burning butt. Then realizing that she shouldn't have done that she bent back over and grabbed her ankles. To her disappointment he started over with one on the next wack. This time on the count of 34 she couldn't stand it any more and stood up again.

She caught a glimps of herself in the mirror. Her ass was bright red in a nice circle. The paddle had done it's job well and he ass was on fire. She then looked over at her new master and knew that she wasn't done. Once again she reached over and grabbed her ankles. This time he reached down and clipped her ankles together and her wrist shackles to that with some clips that seemed to have come out of nowhere. At least Jennifer didn't remember seeing them in the room before.

Now fastened down Chad resumed her paddling. This time she made it to fifty. Tears poured down her cheeks as he unclipped her shackles and let her stand. She rubbed her sore butt trying to relieve the pain. Jennifer could feel the heat coming from her blistered flesh. Her master put the paddle into the drawer and then rubbed her butt sensously. She drew back as his touch became heavier.

"Hurts?"

"Yes my master."

"Good. Perhaps next time you'll not try to get away while being punished." he said, grabbing her and resuming his rubbing of her burning butt. He rubbed very hard and she tried to pull away again. "Stop it right now. Your ass belongs to me and I am going to rub it."

She continued to cry, not so much from the pain but the realization that her new master had a cruel side. He had taken her tail out of her collar and was alternately playing with it and rubbing her butt.

Chad then laid her on the bed and began to kiss her all over, paying particular attention to her bright red, warm butt. He kissed her slowly and worked his way to her vagina. He then performed an extended act of cunninglus on her as she writhed in pleasure. After he tired and lay on the bed she began to kiss him all over and ended with an orgasm producing act of fellatio. She caught most of his semen in her mouth and used her long tongue to slurp up what dribbled out. Afterwards he snuggled her up against him whereupon she fell asleep.

Later she awoke, alone in the bed. As the fog cleared slowly from her head she tried to figure out if the sex was a dream or reality. She looked at the clock and saw that it was just after six in the morning. Jennifer rolled over on her back and felt the moisture between her legs. She then ran her finger through the soft folds of her vagina and felt the presence of the rings. Then carefully smelling her finger she realized that she had probably really experienced the incredible oral sex the night before. She looked at the bed and saw that her master's pillow was rumpled.

Rising from the bed she removed the bed coverings and put them into the laundry chute in the small bathroom. She then went to the large bathroom and took a shower. Feeling good as she stepped out she dried off and then wrapped her curled up tail in a towel. Using the blow dryer she carefully dried beneath her shackles. Continuing she then dried her hair and brushed it out. Seeing a pair of bright yellow ribbons on the counter she put them in her hair. Since the ribbons hadn't been there the day before she guessed that her master had left them out for her because his hair was definitely too short to tie anything to.

Walking back to the small bathroom she checked to be sure the bed linens were finished. Removing them from the laundry machine she took them and made the bed. Although she had had a class in it at the slave school she had actually learned years earlier from her mother. Once done she picked up her master's clothes and put them into the laundry in the large bathroom.

Walking into the main living area Jennifer went to the kitchen and punched in some breakfast. She was eating a breakfast roll and drinking a glass of juice when the video screen suddenly came to life on the wall next to her. Startled she tipped over the glass and the juice ran off of the table and onto the floor. She watched the screen as her master's face filled it.

He addressed her and said that the message was prerecorded and was activated by her presence in the kitchen. She sat and listened to his instructions for her to read a book on the living room table that he had left for her. He told her that he would be home late that night. Then the screen blanked. After realizing that the message was over with Jennifer sat and stared at the spilled juice as it dripped to the floor.

She wondered how she was supposed to clean it up. Punching the keys for the menu on the food processor she found one for cleaning equipment. Then she punched in a sponge, a bucket of water, soap and some towels. She then cleaned the mess up carefully. Clearing her dishes from the table she went into the living room and found the book that Chad had left for her to study.

She picked the device up and pushed the play button. She then flipped the pages by pressing the buttons and read about the basics of algebra. Having had some math she breezed through the text. Then as instructed in the book she went to the terminal in the living room and accessed the learning program and keyed in to commands to begin a tutorial of basic algebraic math.

Hours later she took a break for lunch. That afternoon she went back to the math but decided to take a break and listen to some music. She fell asleep and awakened much later than she had planed. Looking at the clock she saw that it was 19:30.

Pausing briefly to put up her master's clothes from the laundry she also took the towel and put into the laundry that she had used to wrap around her tail earlier.

Knowing that Chad was to be late and remembering that his message said for her to eat supper without him she went into the kitchen and prepared her evening meal. After eating she went back to study trying to cram more in to make up for her afternoon nap. It was 22:45 when she decided to go to bed.

Showering to be fresh for her master she dried off and went into the living room to make sure everything was turned off. As the air ventilator clicked on the cool air blowing across her naked skin sent a chill up her back. She removed the towel from her tail and wrapped it around her body, just below her arms. She sat on the sofa for a few minutes waiting for her master to get home. Eventually her head nodded forward as she fell asleep.

Jennifer awoke to feel her arms being pulled tight. She was attached to hooks on a wall in a room she didn't recognize. She didn't know what was going on. The light in the room was very dim and all she could make out was shadows on the wall. She screamed as the whip fell across her buttocks. Twenty lashes later it stopped.

"Good, now you are awake. Jennifer, I told you that I would leave you unsupervised and for you to not make a mess. That whipping you just got was for wearing a towel as a dress. I told you that you were not to wear clothes when in our quarters. I came home to find you asleep on the sofa wearing a towel."

"Yes master." she said, recognizing Chad's voice. Apparently this was not just another bad dream.

She could hear some liquid being poured behind her. Then she heard the crystalline whine of the replicator and more liquid was poured. This process was repeated several times. Next she felt her master behind her. She looked to her left where he had hung a very large black latex bag on the wall. It was a enema bag, the hose dangling down out of sight.

"Now Jennifer, if you make a mess you are to clean it up. Earlier today you spilled your grapefruit juice in the kitchen. I came home and decided to eat a midnight snack. When I sat down on the short side of the bench I sat in something very sticky. After analyzing it the scanner computer told me it was grapefruit juice. I then reviewed the replicator logs and saw that you had two glasses of it this morning. I also saw where you made some cleaning equipment to clean up your mess. I guess you thought that I might not find out. At any rate some of it spilled on the other side from where you usually sit, in my favorite place. So since you like grapefruit juice so much I'm going to give you some more."

She then felt a very cold and slippery object being inserted into her anus. She relaxed her muscles to allow it to pass. This was somewhat difficult against the cold of the object. Soon the tip was fully inside of her. She heard the click of the valve and then a torrent of warm liquid rushed into her anus. She drew up against the pressure as it began to build. Looking at the bag she watched as its contents drained into her bowels. She began to whimper when it was nearly finished. Judging from the pressure she guessed it was about three liters. From the buring inside she was sure it was warmed grapefruit juice. It also felt like it was at least 40 degrees or better in temperature. The citric acid in the juice irritated her insides, causing painful contractions in her full colon.

As the sucking sound from the bag signaled that it was now empty Chad shut off the valve to prevent backflow. He then pulled the long tip from her ass and removed the bag from it's hook on the wall. Jennifer hung there from her wrist shackles waiting on the next phase of her punishment. It wasn't long in coming. She felt a very large butt plug being pushed into her. Her anus stretched to accomodate the large plastic stopper. Once fully in, her anal muscles involuntarily contracted around the narrow neck of the device. She felt Chad undoing the clips on her shackles.

Turning her around he held her face and spoke directly to her, keeping eye contact. "Jennifer, my sweet, I hate to have to punish you but you have been a bad girl. Now you will go into the kitchen and clean the cushion and the seats."

"Yes my master." she said, grimacing as a spasm rearranged her uncomfortably full belly.

He lead her by her collar out of the room. Arriving at the door Jennifer realized that it was attached to the bedroom and the door was concealed behind a swing out bookshelf. She then was led into the kitchen where a split bin bucket and wash rag were waiting for her. Naked and whimpering softly Jennifer checked the cushion of the bench and found the sticky spot. She realized that this morning while she was watching the video and the juice was dripping on the floor that some must have dripped off of the far edge of the table. She was sure she had looked and saw that it didn't appear to have made it to the other side. Remembering how water reacted when on a very slick surface from watching her own enema water run down a drain she realized that the juice must have run off the edge of the table and the been pulled back into the main puddle by the molecular attraction.

She cleaned the cushion and then felt it carefully. Chad handed her a towel and she dried it and checked it again. Then she stood up and hung her head. Her master then popped her hard across the buttocks with his hand.

"Don't just stand there, put the stuff up!"

She then put the bucket and rag into the replicator and pushed the dispose button.

"I'll bet you haven't been reading your lessons today either." Chad said and led her into the living room. He picked up the book he had left her and turned it on. Seeing where she had left off he turned it off and sat it down. Then he went to the terminal and punched up the lesson lists for what she had gone over that day. Jennifer shifted her weight as the acidic enema began to hurt more and more. Chad then punched in the code for a test and turned to Jennifer. "You did ok in your reading and you progressed in a satisfactory fashion through the tutorial. At this rate it will take you another five days to complete this course. However, we do need to see what you have learned. Come and take this test."

Jennifer walked to the terminal and looked at the screen and then at her master. He had taken the chair and sat in it. She knelt down in front of the keyboard and took the test, the enema churning inside of her. After she finished she stood up and waited. Chad walked to the terminal and read the results. Jennifer did not look at the screen, knowing that she couldn't think too straight at this hour, her belly painfully full of enema.

"Well, it looks like you need a reminder or two. You didn't score too well. Not as well as you did earlier today. You are to remember what you learn, not forget it. Come along." Chad said and led her by the collar back to the torture room. She was reattached to the wall hooks and whipped with a multi-tailed whip. She counted seventy-five wacks between her screams of pain. Afterwards he led her to the toilet and removed the butt plug. She flowed for nearly half an hour, the acidic grapefruit juice burning her now raw asshole. After she finished draining she wiped herself and looked up at Chad.

He then took her and watched her shower. Next they had oral sex with each other and went to sleep. In the morning she awoke to find herself alone in bed again. Being more careful this time she repeated her activities of the previous day. That evening she scored better on her test and Chad took her into the bedroom early.

"Since you are a virgin I am going to offer you the opportunity of making love tonight without your shackles. I am going to actually penetrate you tonight. Since it will be the first time you will feel very different than you have ever felt before. It's your choice if you want to wear shackles or not but I doubt that I will ever give you another such chance." he said as he slowly stroked her soft skin.

"I would like them off please master." she said softly.

He walked to the dresser and removed a small wrench which he used to remove her shackles and collar. Once off she was totally naked except for her three gold rings. He took her in his arms and worked up to the actual penetration. Having her lie on her back he slowly pushed his long hard penis into her vagina. The lips of her tiny vagina stretched to accomodate the large diameter of him. Barely the head was inside when she began to scream. The pain was quite intense as he broke through her hymen. Once fully inside he bottomed out in her, eliciting another blood curdling scream. Chad made no attempt to stop. Jennifer, not being used to pain in this specific way wondered if it would always hurt like this, comparing it to the anal pentration by the enema tips and butt plugs. He thrust slowly but purposfully. When she was sure that she was rubbed totally raw he finally gave a large thrust. His erect penis seemed to expand to twice it's diameter and she could feel his hot semen ejecting inside of her. The already dim light from the nearby lamp seemed to grow even dimmer. She felt his body convulse as he expended the last of his load into her. He then lay heavily on her. His hot panting on her neck.

As his breathing began to slow to normal she noticed that his elevated heart rate began to slow also. She could feel the vein pulsing in his neck as he was pressed up against her face. Since he was much taller than she was he had his chin rested on top of her head. He held her tightly to him. Many minutes went by as he rested. She could feel the rawness and a dull pain in her tiny vagina. Pain like that was surely to be accompanied by blood. She tried to prepare herself for what she knew must be the bloody result.

He rose off of her slowly and dragged his blood dripping penis up her stomach. He then guided it with his hand and drew red circles around her nipples. He then tapped her on the nose with it. She could smell the odor of sex on it as it passed by her face. He got off of the bed and went into the bathroom and washed up. She lay there, unsure of what to do. When he returned he began untucking the sheets and pushed her back on the bed. Jennifer looked down between her legs and saw why. Her vagina and the inside of her thighs were covered in blood. As she tried to sit up she could feel liquid squirt out of her pussy. She began to cry, knowing that she was no longer a virgin. Chad stopped and got a camera and took a picture of her there with her legs spread, blood running out of her and tears running down her cheeks. He then gathered the sheet up and pulled it up between her legs, diaper style and carried her to the large bathroom.

Setting her into the large bathtub he adjusted the water temperature and turned on the water. He then went to the replicator and punched something in. Coming back he poured a white crystalline substance into the water. It disappeared immediately. "It's epson salt, it'll help stop the bleeding."

"Thank you master." she said, wincing as the salt water began to run between her legs. She looked over at the blood soaked sheets. Chad took a pair of scissors and cut out a small patch of the bloodiest section and walked out of the bathroom. When he returned he threw the sheets into the replicator and disposed of them. The water was now up to her naval.

"I love you Jennifer. That was wonderful. You are going to be a wonder lover." Chad said as he took a bar of soap and a rag and began to wash her slowly and sensously. She bit her lip as the soap began to burn her tender vagina.

"Master may I ask a question?"

"Yes you may."

"Will it always hurt this bad?"

"No my sweet it won't. The first time is always the worst. And you will always remember the first time. It will still hurt, but with each passing time it will begin to feel better. It will hurt more if you don't become aroused and lubricate and it will hurt more if you have been doing it a lot in a short period of time. It will also hurt more if you are taking any medicines which dry up mucous membranes. And if we make love while you have your period it will sometimes hurt more. But as time goes by you will come to enjoy it. It also hurts a little more than usual because you are so young. As you get older your vagina will get bigger and will more easily accomodate me."

"Good. It really hurt tonight."

"Even so, you seemed to enjoy it."

"Yes, I think I did some."

"Good my love." he said and gave her a long and wet kiss. Their tongues mingled and she put a lot of her long tongue into his mouth before she felt the clench of his teeth signaling her to halt her progress.

After her bath Chad dried her carefully and parted her tender labia and looked at her. He then blotted her dry and licked her while she stood on the cold bathroom floor. When he stopped she saw that he had red on his cheeks from her blood.

Walking to the replicator Chad returned with a small cylindrical object. "Do you know what this is?"

"A tampon, I think."

"Yes it is. You will have to learn to use these when you start menstruating. For now I'll put it in you since you don't know how yet. Spread your legs." He said. She complied standing with her legs nearly a meter apart. She felt him slide the plastic applicator into her sore vagina. Some lubrication remained from his saliva which helped the insertion. He then pushed the plunger and withdrew the applicator, leaving only a small tail of string hanging out. "I'll check you in the morning. Let's go to bed."

He then took her to bed and they snuggled up and went to sleep. In the morning she was awakened by Chad prying her legs apart. Laying on her back she submitted to his examination of her still store vagina. He removed the tampon which had become blood soaked during the night. After wiping her with a rag he spread her open slightly with his fingers and looked in with a flashlight. He went to the wardrobe machine and punched in something. "Wear these panties today to keep from bleeding on anything. Pay attention that you don't leak through. You'll need to check every so often. If they become too soaked run them through the laundry making sure you don't sit on anything in the meantime. I want you to continue with your math lessons." He said and reattached her shackles while she still lay in bed.

Kissing her goodbye she wriggled into the panties. She was surprised to see the ring at the back for her tail. Her mother had showed her a garment once when she was younger that was made like this. Around the middle of the waistband in the back was a small metal ring sewn in. It was large enough to accomodate her tail. Threading the nearly meter and a half of her tail into the ring she found that it made the panties pull up slightly in the back. She looked at herself in the bathroom mirror. This was the first time that she could remember in quite some time that she had something that actually covered her sex organ. She could see the outline of her mons in the taut material. After examining herself for quite sometime she went about her daily activities.

When Chad came home he pulled her panties out in the front and looked at her vagina. She still had a few dots of blood on them. "How many times did you wash these?"

"Three my master."

"Hum, guess you'll have to wear them a while longer. Show me what you learned today." he commented as she went to the computer and displayed the lessons. He nodded approval and they went and ate supper. Afterwards she curled up against him as they watched a video together. After showering together where they washed each others backs he took her into the bed and they exchanged oral sex. He put in a fresh tampon and then snuggled up against her back and went to sleep.

The next day she awoke alone again. She went in and found a notepad on the kitchen table telling her in detailed instructions how to dust. Finishing this task in time for lunch she sat in her white panties at the table and looked out at the living room. Studying in the afternoon she was pleased to show him her progress that evening. He told her to change the sheets and then to go wash up.

In the bathroom alone she sat on the toilet and tried to take a crap. Usually after being washed out by an enema she knew that she would rarely go the next day. However, she should have gone the day before and didn't. Now she was beginning to get very uncomfortable and gassy. She sat on the toilet quiet a while and tried to go but couldn't. Not surprisingly Chad came to check on her to see what was taking so long.

"Are you stopped up?"

"Yes my master." she admitted, knowing full well that she would get an enema out of it.

Chad, without saying a word reached into a cabinet which Jennifer hadn't explored yet and pulled out a small two liter bag. He then added some flaked soap and filled it with warm water. Next he attached a long slender tip and walked over to where she was seated on the toilet. She stood up and gratefully bent over, holding her tail out of the way with her hand. Leaning with her hands on her knees she felt him greasing her asshole with lubricant. He ran his finger around and around, teasingly poking it inside every now and then. She moaned softly at the good feeling. He then squirted a little water into the toilet getting the air out of the hose. Next she felt the long tip sliding in. She barely had to relax at all as the greased passage easliy accomodated the fluted tip. Hearing a snap she felt the warm rush of soapy water. Just as the pressure was building up she heard the bag sucking air.

Chad removed the tip and put the apparatus into the sink. Jennifer remained hunched over letting the soapy water work it's way around inside. She then felt Chad's hands on her distended tummy. He gently, but firmly squeezed her stomach this way and that working the soapy load around inside. "That should take care of it." he said and left.

She slowly and carefully sat on the toilet and expelled the contents. Foul smelling and thick she had to flush several times. After nearly half an hour he returned and rinsed her out with plain water. Then he took a shower while she drained. Jennifer was surprised at how good the small enema felt. The built up pressure of the last several days was now gone. She felt totally clean as she stepped from the shower and dried herself. After blow drying her hair and under her shackles she went to bed to her waiting master. He made love to her again. He was right, she thought, as the pain of penetration once again made her scream.

The next day she had to wear panties again as she bled more. That night Chad told her that he would have to be going on a trip over the following night. He made love to her for the second night in a row. He still tender vagina stretching open to accept his pulsing penis. In the morning she awoke and took a shower to remove the dried blood from between her legs. Wearing another pair of panties that Chad had left out for her she did as she was told and spent the day in front of the entertainment center.

Going to bed alone she felt sort of funny. Jennifer knew that someone should be watching over her but that her master wouldn't be home that night. Unable to sleep she got up and began to explore. First she checked all of the drawers in the bedroom, careful not to disturb the contents of each. She then proceeded to the closets and finished in the large bathroom. She carefully examined all of the equipment in the cabinet where her master had removed the enema bag from. Inside she found a wide array of bags, hoses and tips. Also inside were dildos, butt plugs and various clamps, some of which she had never seen before. She tenatively tried on some of the clamps, first on her nipples and then on her labia. Some hurt quite a bit. Looking through the containers she saw several different types of things to put into enemas. She also saw a paddle and two whips. One was very small and she wondered what anyone would do with a whip that was less than a third of a meter long.

Searching through the rest of the large cabinet she came upon a long cylinder object with what looked like an enema tip on the end. It had a handle on the opposite end. She looked at it and then noticed that the handle looked like it pulled out of the cylinder. So, pulling the handle she saw that the shaft came out. The nozzle end had a valve. On the side was a button. Curious about it's operation she filled the sink with water. Not seeing any fill hole she tried to fill it by running water into the nozzle end. That not working she stuck the nozzle in the water and pulled the handle. The handle came back as before but she could hear a sucking sound as the water level in the sink dropped.

Once full she pushed the handle in and nothing happened. She kept pushing it in hoping that the water would somehow squirt out the other end. Not doing so she pushed until the handle clicked. She then tried to pull it out and found that it was locked somehow. Suddenly fear flashed through her head as she thought about her master coming home and finding her playing with the equipment. She tried the handle several more times and couldn't get it to work. Then she turned the valve. Finally in desparation she put it into her anus, thinking that the device may only work when it was inside, much like her tail.

She turned the valve while it was inside of her and played with the handle. At last she pushed the button and was shocked at how fast and how hard the water rushed into her bottom. The pressure built quickly and she felt a gurgle as it rushed around the first bend. Then, when it felt empty she removed the device and washed the tip in the sink. She then dried it with a towel and put it back into the cabinet. Then running to the toilet she let the water out. After putting the rest of the equipment back in the cabinet she crawled in bed and had nightmares all night.

The next day Chad arrived home mid day. He went to his small office / library room and closed the door while Jennifer studied. When he came out he looked over her shoulder and gave her a kiss. Next he went to the large bathroom and she could hear him urinating in the toilet.

When he came back into the room he was carrying the evil cylinder that she had played with the night before. "Stand up and bend over my sweet." Seeing the device in his hand she realized that he somehow knew that she had played with it. He inserted it into her anus and pushed the button sending a large load of cold water into her. When done he removed the device. "This should teach you not to play with things which you were not told to play with." he said to her in her bent over position.

"Yes master. I am sorry master."

"You stay there just like that and think about your little expedition. The next time I leave you alone I expect you the keep your prying fingers out of things that you haven't been told to mess with." Chad went to the bathroom and put up the cylinder. He then left the quarters. She stayed bent over with the cold water inside giving her cramps.

She looked at the clock as she heard the door open. She had been there hunched over with the small enema in her butt for over four hours. He went to the bedroom and returned with a small wooden paddle and gave her ten quick wacks. "Have you learned your lesson Jennifer?"

"Yes my master."

"Go let that out then." he said. When she returned from her trip to the bathroom she found her master at the kitchen table eating. She punched in her own supper and ate, her stomach grumbling.

After they ate and watched some entertainment Chad told her to shower. In the bedroom he was sitting on the bed waiting for her. "Since you also seem to be so interested in what is in all these drawers I thought I would show you. Lie down on the bed on your side."

Complying Jennifer watched as Chad removed some of the white leather devices from the drawer she had explored the night before. She wondered how he knew she was in there. She knew that she had carefully not disturbed any of the leather goods, knowing that they were all restraint devices of some sort. Chad then went behind her and fastened her arms behind her back in a very tight leather strap that attached to her collar. He pulled it up tight so that it hurt her arms as they were bent behind her back. He then folded her legs at the knee and attached the straps around her thighs and hooked them to her ankle shackles.

Next he put a leather gag into her mouth and drew it tight. As the large end was pulled in her jaws had to open to accept it, driving the narrower tip deep into her throat. It was cinched tight at the back of her head with a buckle catch. Chad reached in the drawer and pulled out more leather things which Jennifer didn't recognize. He ran a strap under her waist and around the front of her and tightened the buckle in back. She had to suck in her breath as the nearly five centimeter wide belt pulled into her stomach. On the front of this belt was looped another belt of narrow width. This smaller belt was passed between her legs and to the left of her tail. It was then pulled extremely tight, parting the soft folds of her vagina and digging into her ass. Next her tail was threaded into some sort of braided, hollow tube like thing. He did this in front as he had pulled her tail up between her legs.

Nearly half a meter of the braid was worked down onto her tail. Then he attached a head harness around her head. Through a loop on the top he threaded the tail containing braid. Soon she felt it being pulled tight against the sagging belt at the small of her back. He tilted her head down until her chin was resting on the metal of her collar. This made for the shortest possible distance on the tail braid. As it was pulled tight against her belt it tightened it's grip on her tail. After checking the tension he returned to the drawer. Jennifer could not raise up her head without putting extra tension on her now taut tail. She was nearly immobile. Next he tied her knees together with a small leather strap.

After finishing all this he took her to the bathroom. Holding her small body, completely restrained by white leather, up to the mirror she could see herself. The whitness of the leather contrasted perfectly with her olive tinted skin. Setting her face down on the bed he whipped her fifty wacks with a whip. Unable to scream or move she simply cried as the pain of the whip set in. When done he placed her, still bound under the covers.

"Good night my love." he said and went to sleep.

Jennifer cried for nearly a hour at the pain of the whipping and the pain of being tied up in the position she was in. Unable to move she slipped into a nightmare filled sleep. In the morning Chad removed her leg restraints and tail restraints. He then took her, with her rump in the air and had a very dry and rough act of sex with her. Afterwards he removed the rest of her restraints and told her that she was not to dig into any drawers she had not been told to dig into. She promised that she would be good and Chad gave her twenty extra wacks just to make sure.

That evening Chad arrived home and examined Jennifer's progress. She had taken a several hour break that day and Chad became disappointed in her. He then took her into the punishment room and tied her down to a rack. Then, taking a thin plastic covered rod he wacked her butt thirty times. The pain was quite intense and the slender rod left clear stripes on her butt. He had lifted her tail for this and after finishing let it go. She tucked it between her legs. Returning a few moments later he had the small whip she had found in the bathroom earlier. He then explained to her what it was for as he tied her up in a backbend position.

With her legs securely fastened apart on the rack and her tail tied down he proceed to lash her between the legs. The six tails of the tiny whip popping against her asshole. Being such a tender area this caused her great pain. Some of the whip tails would occasionally land across her labia which also hurt from the tiny lash. When he finished he sent her back into the living room to study.

Unable to concentrate she instead focused on the pain of her ass. The slender rod had left long lasting impressions and she couldn't sit down. Her ass and pussy ached from the small whip. After sitting nearly an hour on the same page Chad noticed that she was just staring at it and not really comprehending what she was reading. He told her to get busy and she turned the page. Thirty minutes later she was still on the same page. Fed up with her lack of concentration he took her into the punishment room and tied her up to chains hanging from the ceiling. He then tied her legs to rings on the floor.

Taking a long, wide leather whip that was made like an old fashioned razor strop he proceeded to give her a hundred and fifty wacks on her butt. She screamed the entire time and begged for him to stop. He continued his thrashing of her helpless butt. When he stopped she could only cry and wriggle in her restraints at the pain. This had to be the worst whipping she had ever had, including her times at the school.

He let her hang there for some time before taking her down and showering her. Once in bed he kissed and fondled her for a while. She barely participated, still hurting from the whipping. He licked on her tender pussy for a long while and then flipped her over onto her stomach. Getting up from the bed Jennifer was sure she was about to be punished again. She flinched as something cold and greasy rubbed up against her anus. She quickly relaxed thinking that she was being greased for an enema.

After greasing her good her master put the jar of lubricant on the nightstand. He then dimmed the lights and crawled onto the bed. Soon she felt his rigid member pressing against the abused rosebud of her ass. She tried to relax as it began to stretch her wider and wider. Soon she could feel the tip beginning to enter, yet she was still being stretched wider. The pain mounted as he pressed forward, into her virginal rectum. She screamed out as he kept coming. She wondered when he would be inside. He was larger than the largest enema tip she had ever had inside. Indeed he felt bigger around than the widest part of the largest butt plug that had ever been inserted into her.

His penis was very hard and yet was somewhat softer for the first few millimeters than any plastic that had ever entered her. She felt herself stretching wider still to accomodate him. Finally when she thought she could take no more, screaming as loud as she could she felt the tip slide past her spinchter. It felt like a huge hose was being pushed into her. Her tiny ass filled rapidly with his pulsing member. He kept coming and coming as she felt the friction between his penis and her anus. She had relaxed her muscles all she knew how. She felt so open, so helpless.

Finally she felt his balls brush up against her tender vagina. He was all the way in now. She felt so full, so open, so helpless. She knew there was no getting away. Her only hope was that he would be done soon. She braced herself as he started sliding back out. The feeling was absolutely the most intense she had ever had. The full length of her master nearly out she knew his direction would soon reverse.

Next she felt it coming inside again as she stretched and filled. With every stroke he moved just a little faster. The first stroke had taken over thirty seconds to complete. The tenth was less than four seconds. She felt him push up against her hard at the bottom, his hands grasping her waist just above her hips. With each thrust she screamed at the renewed pain. The lubricant began to thin from the extreme pressure it was under. As it did so she felt more and more friction. Her asshole began to get warm -- and raw.

He picked up his pace again and seemed to grow at the same time. She thought she was going to rip apart if he got any larger. With each stroke his already excessively large penis grew even more. She screamed even louder, amazed that the pain kept getting worse and worse. His pace was very fast now and he was very large. Surely, she prayed, he would cum soon.

Several thrusts later her prayers were answered, in a way. He thrust one last time, deeper than any previous thrusts. She could feel her delicate anal tissue stretch to the breaking point as the base of his penis began to open her further from the pressure. She could feel the semen pulsing through his member and into her. It felt as if she were being given an enema. A love enema.

Finally spent, and exhausted he slumped down on top of her. His great weight forcing her knees out from under her. Thankfully the position also drew him out somewhat so that he was not as deep. Her tail had been pushed to the side and had been beating up against his stomach. It too was sore.

He lay there for a long time, his hot breath on the back of her neck beginning to cool. "That was wonderful. It was worth buying you just for that if nothing else."

Jennifer didn't say anything, thankful that it was over with.

"You'll get used to it more in time. It's like doing it in your pussy, the first time is always the worst. Of course as you stretch out you won't be as tight of a fit but I'm going to keep you for a very long time. You're better than any girlfriend I've ever had. Most wouldn't let me do this with them. Having you does have it's advantages." he said and kissed her softly on the neck and side of the face. Jennifer doubted if she would ever forgive him for this pain. It was worse than any whipping, yet she did feel a certain estacy at the feeling of being stretched to her limit, full of pulsing man. So helpless.

Finally he withdrew slowly, every so slowly, letting her get used the feeling of not having anything there. She felt so open, so used. She cried, not from the pain but from the humilation of being in this position. He went to the bathroom and washed up. She lay there awaiting his next move. He came back and ran something small and greasy up her now opened ass. It burned. Smelling a menthol smell she knew why. He took a rag and towel and carefully washed the blood off of her. Then she felt something being pushed inside of her anus. It was large enough to stretch her now shrinking asshole open a bit as it entered. She then felt a thump and he withdrew it. Analyzing the feeling she realized that he had put a tampon up her.

She could just feel the roughness of the tiny string on her raw anus. The greasy stuff he had put on her kept the air from burning it but she knew that it would hurt like hell when she pulled the tampon out. Her mother had sometimes used tampons as butt plugs after having given her an enema. The tampon would absorb the moisture inside and swell to gigantic proportions. Of course she later found out that the tampons available on her home world were not like those available on human worlds. Alaytion tampons were much rougher and wider. The one her master had just put in was definitely a human made one.

Chad then flipped her over and began kissing her. She had lost all interest in love making at this point and he could tell. Surprisingly he had a large erection. Jennifer was quite surprised as the light caught it. Being not interested was not good, she was quite dry in her vagina. Not that a girl her age had much lubrication to start with but after what he had just put her through she didn't feel like more sex. He forced himself into her and it hurt. Not as bad as the ass fucking he had just given her but still bad enough to make her clench her teeth together. For some reason he stopped and pulled out. She watched as he greased her up with the same jar of lubricant that he had used on her earlier. She watched with fascination as he reinserted himself into her tiny vagina. She could feel herself opening up to him, aided by the friction reducing lubricant. As he bottomed out it began to hurt.

He screwed her for a good half an hour before coming inside of her. She was now raw and sore in the front and the back. And her ass was still warm from the strapping she had received earlier. After washing himself he told her to go take a shower. Making quick work of it, unable to stand very well and weak in the knees, she returned to bed. He curled her up and snuggled her close and fell alseep. She lay there for a while listening to him breath, her butt, anus and vagina hurting.

The next morning she was awakened by her master pushing himself into her tiny vagina. He had greased himself and hadn't bothered to wake her up. Groggy she yelped as he bottomed out with the resultant pain that that always brought. She could still feel the tiny string of the tampon that she wore in her ass. It had grown in the night and she now felt like she needed to take a crap. Her bladder was also full and being bumped and pushed on with every stroke.

She fought the urge to release her urine from the pressure. The more awake she got the more she needed to pee. She wondered if she should dare to beg him to let her go. This morning he wasn't as hard as the night before, but still he was large enough to hurt. She clenched her fists against the pain and the urge to release. His rough face grazed her cheek with every thrust.

Finally unable to hold it back longer she got up the courage, "Master I have to pee!"

"I'll be done in a few minutes." he panted.

"But master I have to go real bad."

"Hold it."

"Please master I have to go."

"Wait until I'm done with you."

"Please master!" the urgency in her voice apparent. He gripped her tighter and continued his rhythm.

Unable to hold back any longer she let it go, peeing all over her master's penis and soaking the sheets. It felt good to relieve the pressure but she felt the warm feeling as it pooled beneath her ass. Her master continued his thrusts, coming in just five more strokes. His penis grew large and he thrust as deep as he could, pressing her uretha closed and stopping the flow of urine. Then when he relaxed somewhat she could feel the flow resume. Whatever happened she was determine to empty her bladder now. She knew she would be punished but she had to let the pee out.

"I told you to hold it. Couldn't wait could you?"

"No my master. It hurt."

"If it hurt that bad then I guess I need to remind you of what hurt really feels like." he said getting up, pee dripping off of his balls.

He went to the bathroom and she lay there in the urine soaked bedding. She knew she was going to be punished now. As expected he returned with an enema bag and a whip. "Pick your legs up."

She did as she was told, picking her legs up and holding her ankles. Her butt was now exposed to his ravages. She felt him pull the tampon from her ass. As it swung free she saw that it was covered with blood and somewhat brown. It had plugged her well as she now felt open. She didn't have to feel that way long, however, as he greased her with something that burned. Next she felt a large enema tip being pushed in. It settled in to a natural position and she felt the water coming in. It was hot and it was soapy. Before the pressure had built up to where she could feel it she felt the sting of the whip on her buttocks. He diliberatly aimed at the hose dangling out of her asshole. She could feel it being rammed further in with each lash. On only the second wack she began to scream. Still, she held her legs up as she had been told.

After seventy-five painful lashes with the whip the bag was empty. Still he continued to whip her now burning ass. At ninety he noticed the bag was empty and stopped to shut it off. The cramps were very painful now and Jennifer tried her best to hold it in. Lying there in a puddle of urine she could feel the enema water begin to leak out. Her tiny asshole could no longer restrain it, having been stretched to it's limits the night before. Chad saw this and his face turned angry. He got up and went to the punishment room. Soon he returned with a larger enema bag and a hose with a ballon on the end. He roughly removed the tip in Jennifer.

Realizing that she was about to get a double dose she strained her muscles as hard as she could and the water just gushed out of her. She had managed to get nearly half of it out before the entrance of the new hose slowed the flow. She clenched her fists again and pushed, spewing forth yet another torrent of hot, soap and shit filled water. He calmly began to pump the device attached to the hose. She was just coming to the end of her muscle limits as she felt the deamon growing inside of her ass. It kept getting larger and larger as he pumped. She strained and beared down again but nothing came out. Realizing that she had lost she lay still and accepted her fate as he turned on the water.

He continued to pump the ballon inside of her. It had now expanded to a very large size, it's full 300 cc capacity and felt like a large ball inside. Jennifer totally relaxed her anal muscles knowing that there was no way that the water was going to get out now. The water from the new bag, a full four liters, was flowing rapidly into her now. It was again hot, even hotter than last time. It was so hot that it burned and caused her pain. She could also feel the sting of the soap inside. As she filled she could feel the pressure of the water increasing. It began to really hurt only halfway through the bag. She hadn't received a four liter enema in quite a few weeks now, since the first few days at the school.

She began to scream from the pain as the bag was passing the three quarter empty point. She was breathing fast and shallow as it emptied itself into her now bloated midsection. Chad ran his hand over her belly and gave it a few firm squeezes. It hurt for him to do this and she knew that he knew it. He then put a finger inside of her vagina and wormed it around a bit. It didn't feel good. She realized that her vagina was being pressed smaller now by the pressure of the water inside but could do nothing about it, being totally plugged by the ballon catheter.

Chad clicked the stop cock on the hose. "Keep you feet up." he said and proceeded to give her fifty more lashes on her now tender rump. She could feel every tail on the whip. The pain somehow amplified by the pain of being this full. She began to reconsider having peed on her master.

Stopping he told her to get up. She rose slowly and carefully, every movement causing pain to her bloated belly. She was sure that if she moved too quickly that she would burst. As she stood up she became dizzy and had to sit back down on the rail of the bed, the hose still dangling from her ass. Chad attached a clamp to the hose and separated the inflator. Then another clamp and he separated the fill hose from the catheter. He then took some tape and wrapped a cord around the hose and taped it off. Next he taped the other end of the cord, which was elastic, to her thigh, just above her left knee. It exerted pressure on the hose and brought the ballon up against the inside of her anus. The pressure of it hurt. It was already obvious to Jennifer that any and all movement would be amplified by the movement of the catheter in her anus.

"Stand up." he ordered.

She carefully stood, the cord tightening up the catheter inside. She sobbed at the pain of her ass and the enema inside.

"Now clean up your mess. Wash the mattress down with soap and water and then use disinfectant #4 on it."

Jennifer walked slowly to the bathroom to get the things to clean with. Every step pulled down on the tube in her ass causing more pain. Her skin on her buttocks flexed, causing the lash marks to open up and hurt. She ran her hand across it and wasn't too surprised to find it covered with blood.

Returning to the bedroom she saw the mess she had made. In the middle of the bed was a large puddle of water, shit and blood and pee. Some of the blood was from her whipping and some was from being sodomized the night before. It was hard to tell which. She got somewhat dizzy looking at it. It was so much. The pressure of the four liter enema hurt and every so often she had to pause to let the pain pass. She stripped the sheets off and put them in the laundry, thankful that it would clean even the worst mess.

Then she wiped down the water mattress and cleaned it with disinfectant. She carefully wiped the side rails and the crevices, aware of the vast amount of water in her own crevice. Every movement was painful. Crawling up on the bed to clean and having to bend over put pressures on the hose inside. Even her slightest movement could be felt in her ass.

Finished with the bed she wiped up some of the spots on the floor. Chad walked in and saw what she was doing and saw that the blood that still dripped from her ass was causing most of it. He then returned with a rag soaked with alcohol and wiped down her ass while she scrubbed the floor. She screamed from the pain but continued to work, praying that it would soon be over with. He jiggled the hose a few times to make sure that it was still taut. She let out a screech each time.

When she was done she put the things up in their proper place in the bathroom and stood up and looked at her blood streaked ass. The alcohol wash had cleared most of the blood except for the worst marks which still oozed a little. She was looking at herself when her master walked in.

"Pretty huh? It'll probably leave more scars on your pretty little ass but you need to learn to obey."

"Yes master." she said falling to her knees in front of him, the motion transmitted to her anal entrance.

"When I tell you to hold it I mean for you to hold it. And when I give you an enema you are to hold it until I tell you to let it out. Spewing all over my hand isn't funny. Now stand up and bend over the counter."

Jennifer did as she was told fearing that she was about to be whipped some more. She watched as Chad took some powder from the cabinet and dusted it onto her bleeding ass. It stung severly and she cried as the powder soaked into the blood, effectivly clotting it. He watched for several minutes and dabbed a little more on here and there. Then he reached around and fondled her enlarged belly. "Feels full to me. How do you like it?"

"It hurts my master."

"Good, it is supposed to hurt. You have been a very bad girl."

"Yes my master. Please forgive me my master. I promise to try harder to please you master. I love you master and will do anything you say."

"You say that now. Now that you are hurting, but will you remember it later when the pain is gone? I wonder." he then took her arms and attached her wrist shackles to her collar using some small clips. Then he took some of the clamps out of the cabinet that she had seen earlier. He rubbed her nipples to get them aroused. Tried as she could she couldn't stop them from getting hard. Her own nipples betrayed her. When they were hard he attached the painful clamps and tightened them down. She cried at the pain.

Several minutes went by as she adjusted to the new pain. Her master just watched her cry. As her tears began to subside he attached a stretch cord between the clamps, pulling her nipples towards each other. This cause more pain and more crying. He then attached two more clamps to her inner labia, attaching them high up. These two clamps were weighted with small weights. As her crying subsided from this she grimaced against the pain. The enema still churned inside her and her skin hurt from being stretched out so much.

As she stood there on the bathroom floor she watched as he returned from the punishment room with a device like she had never seen before. It appeared to be a harness of some sort. He attached it with a strap running to the ring on the front of her collar to hold it up. Two more ran around her uncomfortablly full abdomen and laced in the back. The straps held a ball like thing that looked like the metronome on a clock. It had a motor and some gears. Once tightened down Chad looked at her and flicked the switch. The motor whirred and the ball slowly moved back on it's lever. Then, without warning, it came crashing down against her stomach. The pain felt like being punched. Already full inside from the enema she felt like a barrel full of water being sloshed. The little motor kept whirring pulling the spring back on the ball to once again send it crashing done on her full stomach.

"It's called a thumper and is usually left on for very long periods of time to torture prisoners on Telleris. Holding as much water as you are it is also quite effective on a full belly."

"Master... please stop it, it hurts!" she screamed as the ball fell again.

"Of course it does, you've been a bad girl and you need to be punished. That is why you are bad, isn't it? To be punished?"

"Master, please!" she begged as the ball fell again, sending vibrations through her.

He responded by swinging the weights hanging from her pussy. He left her there in the bathroom with the evil thing thumping her painfully full belly. She cried, rising to a cresendo with ever stroke. After a little while he returned and turned the thumper off. "Had enough?"

"Yes my master, I promise I won't be bad again." the pain in her pussy, ass, belly and nipples reminding her of how much it hurt to be bad.

"Good. Remember that." he said and slowly removed the harness of the thumper. He then undid her hands from her neck. "Now go make the bed."

"Yes master." she answered, not daring to ask him to remove the clamps. When she was finished she went into the living room where he was reading something from a book.

"Come here." he ordered. She walked over to him and he removed the clamps and weights from her vagina and nipples. As the blood rushed back into the clamped areas she cried at the newfound pain. When he was done he untaped the catheter from her leg. "You now have two tails."

He grabbed the catheter and led her backwards back into the punishment room, looking at the neatly made bed as he passed. Once in the room he led her to the toilet there and release the clamp on the hose holding the water in. It streamed out in a nice round stream into the toilet. "Aim it at the toilet."

Jennifer did as she was told, grateful to being relieved of the pressure of the four liter enema. Although the water was leaving the hose the pain of the large balloon inside remained. She knew that she was going to get something else if he was leaving it inside. Her suspicions were confirmed when he returned with a small, closed top enema bag. He squirted the hose to let the air out of it into the toilet as she ran her water in like a boy peeing standing up. She could smell the alcohol in the bag.

"Please master, I promise to be good from now on." she begged.

"I know you will be but I think you need a little reminder. And also an interesting enema. This is whiskey. It's an alcoholic beverage served on Terra. It's approximately 50% alcohol and makes an interesting enema." he said watching as the stream leaving Jennifer's hose began to taper off. He then reached down and took it from her and inserted the tip of the new bag into the hose leading to her ass. "Walk over here."

He lead her to a wall hook and attached her hands to it while she held the small bag. It didn't hold much more than a liter but she knew without a doubt that it would hurt. Anything her master termed as interesting was bound to hurt. After fastening her hands he fastened her legs, slightly spread apart and hung the bag on a hook high above her head.

He turned on the clip and let the evil liquid begin to flow. "It's going to burn for a while. After it stops burning you have maybe fifteen minutes before you start to get lightheaded. Being as small as you are I'm only giving you a liter, mixed with some half a liter of water. That'll get you plenty drunk." he said and watched as, true to his word, the liquid began to burn inside of Jennifer's young intestines. The hot feeling flushed her face as she let out a long moan. The fluid shot around inside of her quite easily, her intestines already stretched out and kink free from the four liter washing she had received. The large bore hose inside allowed for a complete unrestricted flow of whiskey into her small insides. The burning increased faster than the pressure. The bag emptied long before she thought it should have judging from the pressure. But with the burning it was hard to tell. When it finished emptying the evil into her he disconnected the hose and clamped off the catheter.

Chad sat and watched as Jennifer squirmed to get away from the pain inside. She writhed this way and that trying to stop it but couldn't. He watched her young tender body wriggle against the rentless shackles she had to wear. Keeping an eye on his watch he viewed her as she begin to slow down from the alcohol working it's magic on her.

Jennifer began to feel funny as the enema worked. Soon everthing seemed to slow down and she sagged against her restraints. Then she felt her master taking her down from the wall. The pain began to subside, leaving only pressure. She felt the pressure of the inflated balloon and the pressure of her own inflation by the enema. She fell limp against Chad's arms. He took her into the living room and laid her down on the floor.

Jennifer watched as he moved her, unable to move herself. It seemed like she was watching a video as things happened but she had no control over them. The noise level in her ears increased like it did when she slept. But the difference now was that she was awake. Everything seemed far away. She watched as Chad attached nipple clamps to her and tightened them down. She felt the pain but didn't scream. It didn't seem to be as bad as before. She looked down and saw how the tender flesh of her nipples was pressed between the jaws of the clamps and knew that it should hurt. Chad flicked them some and she watched them wiggle. He then took them off, satisified that she was indeed drunk.

She felt herself being carried to the torture room and he wiggled the hose in her butt. She felt some of the pressure release from inside to something more comfortable. She stood there, held by her neck to something. She reached back and felt the hose hanging from her butt and pulled on it. It didn't come out.

She then felt Chad working on her butt and something went out of her. She felt a sharp thud inside of her but didn't know what it was. Then he was talking to her but she couldn't understand what it was that he was saying.

She then felt coldness inside. She turned around and realized that he was giving her another enema. This one was four liters as the bag was large and still full. She turned back to look at the wall. Soon she felt pressure and turned around to look at the bag. It was flat and floppy. Chad was standing behind her smiling. Next she felt him doing something to her ass and the pressure went away inside of her. That was the last thing she remembered.

Jennifer awoke with her head pounding. She had never felt like this. Her mouth was dry and tasted bad. She tried to get up and couldn't, finally realizing that she was tied to the bed. She lay there, her head hurting wondering what had happened. Dozing in and out of sleep she finally awoke to feel Chad untying her.

"Good morning beautiful. I'll bet your head hurts."

"It does my master. May I ask what happened?"

"Sure. Remember the whiskey enema I gave you?"

"I think so, it hurt so bad."

"Everything after that is sort of blurry isn't it?"

"Yes master."

"As expected. You see the alcohol is absorbed rapidly through the intestines and into your blood. You get drunk very quickly and very thourghly. Unlike drinking you can't throw it up and get better. To get better you have to let it out. Then it takes a while for your system to clear so a large plain water enema held for a long time helps to draw the alcohol out. I only gave you a little under two liters of half whiskey. You held it for two hours before I let it out. Then I gave you a four liter enema and had you hold that for three hours. After that you passed out. That was day before yesterday. I think you finally came to yesterday but you went back out again several times so I let you sleep."

"I've been out for two days?" she asked, surprised at what had happened.

"Yes you have my love. How do you feel?"

"Sore all over, my stomach hurts very bad, my mouth tastes bad, my nose is stopped up and my head is hurting. Please master no more, I'm begging, please stop."

"I stopped two days ago. I think you've learned your lesson. I had you last night in the ass and it felt real good. Since you were passed out you couldn't tense up. Maybe I'll start using muscle relaxers on you. That is probably why your ass hurts so much, you bled a little more."

"Master, I promise I won't be bad anymore." she begged, unaware that he wasn't going to punish her any more until her butt healed up, both inside and out.

"Good, you're tiring me out." Chad said, undoing the straps that held her to the bed. She then went to the bathroom and cleaned up.

At breakfast Chad gave her instructions for the day which included more math studies. That evening was fairly quiet as she had done everything she should have done. Chad was content to just snuggle up that night.

The following day they went out to a dinner at which Chad had dressed her nicely in a jumpsuit. He left her shackles on, in full view and brought her with him to the party.

"Is this your slave Chad?" a woman asked.

"Yes it is. Jennifer, meet Lakikia my navigator." Chad said.

Jennifer bowed deeply as she had been taught. She kept very quiet, aware that she would be punished if she acted up and embarassed her master.

"Chad, I can't believe that you would have an Alaytian slave girl. You could have anyone you want -- including me." Lakikia said.

"Well she is fairly well behaved. And she doesn't give me near the trouble you do." Chad said to a round of laughter from the other people around.

"So are you actually humping her?" one of the men asked.

"What else do you do with a slave?" was the reply.

Lakikia blushed at this comment. She kept eyeing Jennifer, paying particular notice to the slave's shackles.

"We went twenty light-years out of our way for this?" another man said looking at Jennifer.

"I've done more for less. Besides what's your complaint you get paid the same." Chad commented.

The conversation eventually got around to other topics, much to Jennifer's relief. She disliked having everyone staring at her. Several drinks later Lakikia came up to Chad and asked him if she could take Jennifer to the restroom. He shrugged his shoulders and motioned for Jennifer to follow the navigator.

Once in the restroom Jennifer went to the stall pointed out by the woman. Lakikia took the stall next to her. "So what is it like to be a man's slave?"

"It is very nice."

"Does he whip you?"

"Yes mistress."

"Why are you calling me mistress?"

"Because I was taught that the proper form of address for a man is master and the proper form of address for a woman is mistress. My master has temporarily made you my mistress while I am in your care."

"Oh. I guess I never thought of it that way. Does he whip you hard?"

"Yes mistress."

"And you like it?"

"Yes mistress." Jennifer said, wiping herself and flushing the toilet.

"I see he has shackles on you. Does he make you wear them all the time?"

"Yes mistress."

Jennifer opened the stall door and Lakikia was primping in the mirror. She turned around as Jennifer walked out. "I don't know if I could do what you do. I don't mind a man taking charge but to stand there and let him whip you..."

Jennifer stood with her head down. Lakikia tilted her head, thinking about something. She then walked over to Jennifer and looked closely at the girl's shackles. She then ran her hand on Jennifer's back and then across the slave's butt. Jennifer tensed up a little. "Does that hurt?"

"Yes mistress."

"I wish I could see it."

Jennifer slowly unzipped her jumpsuit and disrobed for Lakikia. The navigator just stood there, shocked that the slave would do such a thing for her. Jennifer then removed her panties and set them on the floor beside her jumpsuit. Lakikia gawked at the young girl's body. She went around back and looked at Jennifer's buttocks and thighs. "Did Chad do this to you?"

"Some of it my mistress." Jennifer answered.

"Who did the rest?"

"The slave training school I was in when my master bought me."

"How old are you?" she asked.

"Fourteen mistress." Jennifer answered, thinking that it would be worth lying about this time.

"I've never seen an Alaytion. I guess I never realized that your tail was so long. May I touch it?"

"Yes mistress." Jennifer said and raised it up into Lakikia's hand.

Lakikia then looked at the labia rings Jennifer had and saw the marks on the young girl's vagina and inner things. "He whips you on your pussy?"

"Yes mistess. I was being very bad."

"What on earth did you do to deserve such a whipping?"

"I peed on him while he was having sex with me and then let my punishment enema out in the bed my mistress." Jennifer answered.

"You peed on him? Punishment enema? I never would have dreamed of peeing on a man, especially while he was making love to me. Well, I guess you did deserve to be punished in some way. But from the marks on you I would say that he was a bit excessive. So he gives you enemas to punish you. How quaint. I never could hold one long either. Guess that would be punishment to have to hold one for a while."

"I didn't just let it out. I pushed as hard as I could to make it come out and I kept pushing while he tried to get the next one into me." Jennifer said.

"Next one? Was he trying to give you two at once?"

"No mistress. He didn't decide to give me the second one until I spilled the first. I was mad at him for not letting me up to pee, it was early in the morning and I had been tied up all night. He then took me without letting me go pee first. So I peed on him. He then got mad and gave me the enema. It hurt so bad that I let some leak. At first it was an accident. Then I realized that I would punished for that little leak so I decided to just get it all out at once, as fast as I could before he gave me the next one."

"How did you know he would give you another?"

"Because my mistress, a slave always gets a refill when she leaks. And the next one is always bigger."

"Do you enjoy it when he gives you an enema?"

"Yes mistress."

"Why?"

"Because it feels good. Unless of course it is a really big one. And master almost always makes love to me afterwards or during."

"He makes love to you while you are getting an enema... how perverted. Giving enemas to your lover is odd enough, granted that a warm enema can sometimes feel good, but to have one and then have sex while holding it in.. yuck!"

"It is very pleasurable for master."

"For a sick mother fucker like Chad I guess. It's a good thing he didn't take a shine to me, I doubt it would have lasted long." Lakikia said and then added, "Put your clothes back on."

Jennifer dressed quickly as Lakikia watched. The two then went back to the party. When they found Chad, Lakikia said a few pleasantries and departed for other groups. They ate a nicely prepared meal, served by waiters in what appeared to Jennifer to be a restaurant of some sort. At least it looked like the place was usually used for food preparation. From the size of this spaceship she had little doubt that there were enough people living her to be able to have such facilities.

After dinner Chad had a few drinks and visited with several people. Jennifer obediently sat nearby where she was told and tried not to fidget. On the way back to their quarters Chad didn't say much.

"How did you like the evening out?" he asked.

"It was very nice my master."

"And what did you think of Lakikia?"

"She was very curious about me master."

"Take off your clothes and put them into the laundry." he said and went to the bedroom. Once there he took off his own clothes. When Jennier returned she saw him open the door to the torture room and she froze in her tracks.

"Come with me." he ordered.

Once inside he led her to a rack and had her step up into the foot holes. He then attached the straps that ran across the back of her heels. Then he attached the straps that ran around behind her thighs, just above her knees. The rack was more like a vertical board with holes cut in it and straps mounted on it. Jennifer's eyes began to water. She knew she was about to be punished but she didn't know what for.

Chad then bent her over and snapped clips on her wrist shackles and snapped them to the rings near the floor. This bent Jennifer nearly double over the board. He then ran a strap around her back and tightened it down. Next, taking her tail he attached the braided sleeve over it and ran the other end through a loop on the ceiling. He pulled it taught, exposing Jennifer's still tender asshole to the air. She was completely exposed to whatever ravages he had in store for her.

He looked closely at her vagina and asshole, pulling them gently. He then took a jar of lubricant and greased her up both front and back. Running his fingers along inside of her asshole she could feel him moving the turd around that was inside. She next heard water running as he filled the bag.

Soon she felt the pressure of a medium sized tip as it entered her ass. He released the valve and the water began to flow into her midsection. He didn't have the bag very high but being folded over like she was it soon began to hurt.

"Do you know why you are being punished?"

"No my master."

He didn't say anything but just started to whip her. The strokes were not very hard but they hurt her already cut and marked butt. After twenty he stopped. Again she was asked if she knew why. After admitting she didn't know why she got thirty wacks this time. When the bag was empty he shut it off and removed the tip. She knew better than to let any of it out.

Jennifer had thought about it while she was screaming and couldn't figure out why she was being punished. She thought that she had behaved as well as she knew how. She ate everything on her plate and had done as she was told. Several minutes later he asked again. She hesitated and received another five lashes. She began to wonder if she was not supposed to have taken her clothes off for Lakikia. The next time he asked she had at least an answer for her master.

"Master, I am not sure why I am being punished because I thought I have done as I was told and taught. I obeyed your every command and do not know of anything I did wrong. I even obeyed Lakikia when she took me to the restroom and asked me to take off my clothes."

"Well at least now we're getting somewhere." he said and gave her ten more lashes. The pain of the three liter enema was beginning to build. "Do you know what you did wrong in there?"

"I cannot say my master. I obeyed her as I was taught to obey those in charge of me. You gave her your permission to take me and motioned for me to follow her. I went to the restroom and urinated in the usual way, not being told anything different. Lakikia asked me to remove my clothes and examined me carefully. She made several comments to me about you mistreating me and I tried my best to defend you since you are my master and it is your right to treat me as you see fit."

"Do you remember anything I told you the first day I had you?"

"Yes my master."

"Good! One of the reasons I purchased you is that you are very smart for a slave. So I figured that I wouldn't need to tell you more than once. So do you know now why you are being punished?"

Jennifer thought about it and must have taken too long. Five more lashes fell on her hurting bottom. "Master the only thing I can think of is that mistress Lakikia asked to touch my tail and I let her."

"Is that all she did?"

"Yes master."

Chad laid twenty more lashes on her. Jennifer was screaming so hard he had to let her rest before continuing. "You still don't remember what I told you the first day?"

"No my master."

"What else did she do to you besides touching your tail and making you take your clothes off?"

Jennfier thought about it and quickly answered, "She touched my butt."

"Is that all?"

"Yes master. She put her face very close to my pussy but didn't touch it. She was interested in my rings." Jennifer answered.

"I guess you don't remember me telling you that you are mine and mine alone and no one else was to touch you. And I told you that if anyone did you were to tell me immediately. Don't remember that do you?"

Jennifer's face flushed. Chad could see it. She now remembered him telling her that and realized that she should have told Chad what Lakikia had done just as soon as they got back from the restroom. "I'm sorry my master. I have made a mistake. Please punish me."

"Yes you did make a mistake. I didn't intentionally take you to that party to give you a chance to fuck up. And I didn't plan on having Lakikia play with you in the restroom. However, after you two were gone so long I began to suspect something and had someone check up on you. She saw you and Lakikia in the restroom and you didn't have your clothes on. So the first thing I suspected is that Lakikia was trying to get you to lick her or something. Human girls seem to not mind Alaytion girls as long as they are on the receiving end of a good pussy licking. Later I asked her exactly what she was doing with you and she told me. She also said that she felt up your butt before idly wishing that she could see you. She didn't make you take your clothes off to hear her tell it. That I am not mad about. What I am mad about is that you didn't tell me any of this. I was even willing to let you slide up until the point that we got home. I told you specifically to tell me of anyone fondling you and you didn't. Lakikia told me she rubbed your butt. That is fondling."

"Yes my master. I promise I won't forget to tell you the next time it happens. I deserve to be punished. Please whip me."

"Do you really want me to whip you?"

"Yes my master." Jennifer answered, sincere in her admission. She realized that she had indeed forgotten one of the rules he had been very clear and explict about the first day he had her. He didn't give her too many rules and she knew that she should have remembered this one.

"I really hate to do it now. Your poor butt is so marked up from a couple of days ago that it is going to take a week or more to heal up. I wished there was something else I could do with you. Not that I don't like whipping you. I've got something else in mind."

Jennifer didn't like the sound of that order. She would much rather be whipped than some of the other things that could happen to her. She turned her head and saw Chad taking something out of a drawer. It was a small black device. As he turned she saw the flash of small metal contacts. Fear flashed through her head as she realized that it was a shocker of some sort.

He walked over to her and rubbed her sore ass checking for tender and not tender spots. He then pushed the device against her vagina, aligning the contacts vertically. One was almost dead on her clitoris and the other on the tender perinum area between her vagina and anus. She tried to hunch her butt up to get away but he held it on her. Then he pulled the trigger. Jennifer felt her whole body tense up at the pain of the charge flowing through her pussy. She screamed as loud as she knew how praying that he wouldn't hold the trigger.

As the bolt of energy continued to pulse through her she tensed all of her muscles in an attempt to keep the enema in. However she couldn't hold her ass shut against the pain in her pussy. A small stream erupted from her ass. It dribbled down onto the contacts of the evil device making it all that more efficient at delivering pain to her poor pussy. Chad stopped the bolt and repositioned the device to where it was now straddling the crack of her vagina. He let loose with another high voltage charge. After the second one he stopped to let her catch her breath.

Next he shocked her on each inner thigh a total of three times. Her muscles pulsed and pounded at the onslaught of electricity. She felt numb in her legs. She couldn't even feel her pussy anymore. He moved on to her asshole.

"Please master, please not there!"

He put the contacts just below her tail and on her perinum and let loose with a long duration shock. This time, having the voltage coursing through her anal muscles she managed to not leak any water which would have just aggrevated the situation. Not that she wasn't already plenty wet from the water that had already splashed out of her.

After letting her catch her breath and slow down her crying he returned his attention to her pulsing pussy. He carried out a very through electrification of her inner folds, careful not to get contact on one of her rings.

When he finished he returned the shock device to it's hiding place in the drawer and returned to release Jennifer's upper bonds. She was just about to pass out. He tied her hands up from chains hanging from the ceiling. She hung limp against her shackles, too exhausted to even hold her head up. Chad then undid her legs from the rack she had been attached to and attached them to chains hanging from the ceiling. Jennifer now hung with her arms pulled back behind her and her legs bent backwards. She faced the floor and was suspended in mid air.

"Let out your water." Jennifer gratefully allowed her muscles to relax and the water splashed noisilly to the floor. She could feel it running down over her pussy. While she was busy letting the enema out Chad prepared the next one for her. He waited until she seemed to not have any more to get out and then inserted the tip.

"You're probably not going to like this one." he said and released the clamp. The large tip he had inserted into her was very wide and didn't taper much. She suddenly felt a numbing cold sensation inside as the slush enema entered. She had never had a cold enema before and this was a totally new sensation for her. The cramps were near instantaneous and her suspended position did nothing to relieve the now mounting pressure. Indeed her stomach hung lower than the rest of her body and was sagging even more from the weight of the water. She tried to wriggle to accomodate the painfully numbing cold but couldn't Nothing she could do would slow the flow.

"It hurts master!" she managed to scream, sobbing at the pain.

"Good. You need to be punished. It's a finely crushed ice slurry with some salt to keep it from freezing. It will be very uncomfortable."

"Please master, please stop. Please..." she whined. She had never before begged so long or so hard to stop an enema. The painful cold was rentless, shooting first around one bend of intestine and then the next. Her stomach writhed in pain.

Jennifer begged the whole time the water was going in. Then when Chad removed the tip he quickly replaced it with a medium sized plug. She screamed at the entrance of the plug, her anus being nearly frozen, every little brush with another object was painful. As the plug slid home she realized that she was going to be hurting for some time.

Chad then turned off the light and closed the door, leaving Jennifer suspended with three liters of painfully cold water inside and no way to let it out. She started to try and swing from her chains thinking that the physical activity would warm her up. All it did was ensure that the cold water inside throughly cooled every part of her tummy.

Jennifer continued to scream and beg for Chad to come let her loose. She eventually stopped begging and just screamed. The pain was quite intense and she was so cold. She had never been this cold in her young life. Jennifer continued crying and screaming, looking at the clock and wondering if Chad was going to leave her there.

An hour later he returned and put a gag into her mouth. He then let her down from the ceiling and attached her hands together behind her back and her feet together. He didn't remove the plug holding all of the cold water in. She wished despartly to relive herself. This was not to be. Chad then took her to the shower and washed her off. Although the warmth of the water felt good the pain of three liters inside offset any pleasure she got from the shower.

Next he dried her off and put her into the bed. At least here it was somewhat warm. She cried in silence, unable to scream because of the gag. Chad layed down beside her and cuddled her up. She was very cold and his warmth felt good. He went to sleep and she continued to cry. Sometime during the night she felt herself being manupliated and woke up just in time to feel Chad slamming home in her tight and sore vagina. He bottomed out on the first stroke. The large quantity of water inside ensured a tight fit for him as it pressed the walls of her pussy together. She desparetly wanted to pee but knew better than to do it while he was inside of her. Although in the position he was now in it was doubtful that much would get on him she didn't want to risk it.

After he shot what felt like a liter of warm cum into her he went and washed off. Returning with a warm rag he wiped out her vagina. The warm water of the rag made her want to pee even more. He rubbed her belly softly and felt the firmness of the three liters inside. Then lying down beside her he lay her down on her back. The pressure of lying on top of her hands made her arch her back upwards and stretched her already tight skin even tighter.

Chad licked her belly and kissed it for a while. He then moved down to her waiting pussy. He started licking it and sucking on it. He took first one labia and then the other into his mouth. Because of the enema and bloated bladder Jennifer did not enjoy the feelings. She wondered just how much worse things could get for her.

So, when Chad had his mouth over her pee hole she let loose. At first he was quite surprised as the warm urine shot into his mouth. Then he clamped down on her and she could feel a gentle but firm bite as he attempted to drink all of what she was giving him. Surprised, she let him have it all. He lapped at her urine soaked clit like a thirsty dog. He then removed her gag.

"Finished?"

"Yes my master." she said with trepidation, unsure of what punishment would befall her next. It was beginning to feel like her life were just one long, continous punishment.

"Have you learned anything from this." he said rubbing her firm belly.

"Yes master. My insides hurt. I am sorry for peeing in your mouth but I couldn't hold it any longer. I know that you will punish me more but I had to let it out."

"What I meant was did you learn anything about obedience from this?"

"Yes my master. I will be your loyal and obedient slave. I will do as you tell me. I am very sorry for not telling you when Lakikia touched me. I promise you I will tell you next time."

"Aren't you going to beg me to let you let the enema out?"

"No my master. The enema you gave me is because I needed to be punished. I realize that now. I will hold it until you decide that I should let it out." Jennifer said.

"Good." he said and wriggled her butt plug. She tensed up her muscles again as he removed it. She didn't let any spill, instead concentrating on holding it in. He looked at her and then kissed her. She could taste the salty urine in his mouth.

He release her arms and legs so she could move freely. "Now I have a bad taste in my mouth. Go fill your mouth with mouthwash and come give it to me. When I am done I will give it back to you and you may spit it out in the proper place."

Jennifer slowly got off of the bed, her full belly sloshing to one side as she stood up carefully. She walked into the bathroom and filled her mouth with mouthwash. She then returned to the bedroom and kissed her master, allowing the mouthwash to go into his mouth. He then swished it around a bit and pulled her to him and gave the liquid back to her. After spitting the used mouthwash into the sink and rinsing it down she returned to the bedroom.

"No go into the bathroom and fill the enema bag with warm water. Put the small douche tip on it and let out the air."

Jennifer silently did as she was told, crying as she filled the bag. She had never before had a five liter enema but she had little doubt that it would make her throw up. Even stretched as she was from holding the three liters inside of her she knew that more would hurt instantly. She carefully did as her master had instructed her. She filled the bag and let the air out after attaching the tip. He hadn't told her to grease the tip but she did so anyway.

When she returned he smiled at her. He then rolled over and stuck his butt in the air. She froze, unable to believe that he wanted her to give him an enema. She had never ever given a man an enema. "You should be experienced enough to know what to do now." That was all he said.

Jennifer knelt on the bed, still careful to keep her own sloshing three liters inside thru an unplugged asshole. She set the bulging bag down on the bed and carefully parted the hairy globes of Chad's ass. There in the middle was his large wrinkly asshole. She then took the tip and slid it along the surface a little to spread the lubricant. Then she straighted it up and pushed it in. Jennifer was surprised at how easily it went it. She suspected that Chad had had an enema a time or two. She then held the bag up in her left hand and released the clamp. She could feel the water vibrating in the hose as she held it into her master.

She wondered if he would ask her to stop or not. Feeling the fullness in her own belly she decided that if he didn't tell her to stop she wouldn't. She wanted him feel the rush of the water like she always did. He silently took the whole two liter bag, obviously relaxing to let the water run in. She wondered why he was letting her do this to him. Perhaps he was constipated, she thought as she shut off the clamp and removed the tip. Barely a drop of water ran out.

"Now go wash the tip and hang the bag in the shower to dry. Then you my go let your enema out." he instructed her.

"Yes my master" she answered, eager to release the painful enema. After washing the tip and hanging the bag to dry she sat carefully down on the toilet, feeling every whip mark on her ass. She relaxed and a torrent of black, shit filled water rushed out. She flushed often to keep the smell down. After releasing the water she felt empty inside, the walls of her abdomen stretched out. She poked at her own belly, aware that it was not as taut as it once was and that all of these large enemas seemed to be stretching her permanently.

As she wiped up and flushed one last time she wondered what her master was doing. She wondered if he had let his enema out yet. Walking into the bedroom she found him curled up in a fetal ball on the bed. He was holding his stomach, apparently still holding the enema. She slipped into bed beside him.

"Good, you're back. Now it's your turn." he said, rolling flat on his back and pulling her head down between his legs. Once there he inserted his flaccid penis into her mouth. She started to pull back as his hot, salty urine hit the back of her throat, but his hands on the back of her head prevented this. She swallowed quickly before the taste got to her or her mouth overflowed. Her instructor at the academy was right, her master was going to use her for a toilet. He peed what seemed like liters, she had to swallow repeatedly to keep from drowning in his urine. She quickly realized that enema had managed to fill his bladder even more as the water diffused from his intestines. Having had plenty of enema practice this was a lesson that Jennifer knew only too well.

As he finished he let up on the pressure on her head. She then licked him carefull with her long tongue and raised up. Looking up at him she had a tear in her eye. "Why are you crying?"

"This is the first time you have urinated in my mouth master."

"You don't like it do you?"

"No my master."

"I didn't like it either."

"Yes master. I am sorry. I deserve the punishments that you give me."

They lay there and looked into each others eyes for quite a while. "You are beautiful my love. I could just die every time I look into your lonely red eyes." He said and softly stroked her straight black hair. He brushed some of it out of her face and then tilted his head a bit. "There is something you want to ask me?"

"Yes my master." she hesitated. "Why are you holding the enema in?"

"It feels good. I like a warm enema. The two liter one is just right. I was a little stopped up and plus I wanted plenty of pee for you. Now, however, it feels comfortable." he said and stroked her hair. "Would you like to spank me?"

Jennifer raised her head up slightly at this question. Her master, who had just put her though days of hell was asking her if she wanted to spank him. Of course she did, she thought. She wanted to pay him back for what he had put her through. Or did she? She tried to come up with a reason why not to but couldn't. "Yes." finally, meekly, came out.

"I thought you might." he said and reached done beside the bed and handed her a whip. She looked at it. It was long, made of black leather and had eleven tails on it. She knew that he had used it on her before. The handle had some wear on it but was reasonably new.

"How many my master?"

"How many do you want to give me?"

She thought about that a long time. Finally, deciding to see just how much she could get away with she said "A thousand!"

"You really think you can count that high?"

"Yes my master."

"Well... ok, but not all today. Or at least not all at once. I haven't been whipped in a long time. So, I'll need to get used to it. I know it may surprise you to learn this, but I really like getting whipped. Especially when I'm holding an enema." he said and turned over on his stomach. He then hunched his butt up in the air and grabbed his balls and pulled them forward. "Let's try ten to start out with and see how you do."

Happily, Jennifer got off of the bed and let the coils of the whip out. She then swung it a little to see how far it's reach was. Then, aiming at her master's butt she flicked the whip back over her shoulder and brought it down on his ass.

"Ooooowwww" he let out a howl. She then came back for the next one. The second one landed nearly where the first one had. He screamed again. This might be fun she told herself. She silently counted out to ten as she lashed him on the ass. When she stopped she saw the red welts beginning to form.

"That hurts! I didn't think a skinny little twelve year old girl could whip so hard." he said and got up to check his ass in the mirror. He rubbed it with both hands as it began to get red. He looked up at her and she gave him a smile. "Did you enjoy it?"

"Yes master!" she said with more enthuisim than he had seen in her lately.

"Does it feel good to get back at me for punishing you?"

"Yes master." she said and hung her head.

"I thought you might. Ok. I guess you can give me twenty more." he said and got into position. Jennifer laid on the required number and he just lay there this time resting from his howling. After resting a few minutes he told her to go ahead with twenty more. This brought the total up to fifty.

"So are you still enjoying whipping your master?"

"Yes master I am." she sort of trailed off.

"And?" he prompted, aware that she wanted to say something else.

"Well master.... usually a whipping is given without allowing the person receiving it to rest as you have."

"Plug me with the small plug first and then I'll let you bring it up to an even hundred." he answered.

Jennifer happily bounced out of the room to the bathroom and found the small butt plug. How exciting, she thought, to get to plug her master while he was holding an enema. She brought the jar of lubricant with her to the bedroom and greased him up. When her finger was inside of him he let out a moan and she could feel the water. Then, greasing the small plug she pushed it home in one fast motion. He let out a yelp as the plug settled into place against the wide flange.

She set the jar down and got the whip. She then gave him fifty hard and fast lashes. He was screaming the whole time after the tenth one. After she stopped she was satisified that his butt had received her best. It was solid red. As he got down to a whimper she began to whip him again. Surprisingly he didn't say anything other than scream. He didn't ask her to stop or attempt to get up. Was it possible that he was feeling bad that he had punished her so hard in the last few days? Or was it because he really liked being whipped. She didn't know but wanted to ask. She kept whipping him and counting to herself. At the end of two hundred she stopped. He slumped onto the bed, unable to hold his ass in the air any longer. He was actually crying now from the pain. No small wonder, she thought, his ass was ablaze from the whip. In some places it was so red that she thought she could see traces of blood.

Deciding to push her dominate role, even at the risk of being punished again, she removed his plug. "Now go potty master."

"Yes my slave." he answered and carefully got off of the bed. She could hear him noisly shitting in the next room. Sitting on the bed she wondered about this role reversal. It wasn't too bad she thought. He deserved it sure enough. However, after she thought about it she came to the conclusing that she liked getting whipped. Doing it was fun but she secretly wished it was her butt getting the beating.

The next day, after a very good night's sleep and some intense sex Chad left her alone to study. That night, when he got home he let her give him a two liter enema, plug and another two hundred lashes -- all at once. She was delighted. Afterwards he had sex with her again while holding the enema and still plugged. She could have swore that he was even bigger and longer than the night before. Commenting on how big he felt he told her that a warm enema stimulated him and that it produced a much harder ejaculation.

Several days later, after his butt had returned to it's natural color, Chad let Jennifer give him four hundred lashes in one night. The night after that he let her finish her wish for a thousand wacks upon his ass. For those several days she was careful not to do anything wrong and her ass healed up and returned to it's natural color.

It had been nearly four days since she had gone to the toilet. Chad gave her a quickie one liter enema and promised her more later. Then they went to a party and he got throughly drunk. She had to help him get back to their quarters and they fell into bed after she showered him.

The next evening she had completed her studies of the basic algrebra text and had passed all of the tests that Chad had given her. After making love to her on the sofa he took her into the bedroom. After a trip to the bathroom he returned with a three liter enema bag with a centimeter diameter tip that was open at the end.

"Want to play a game?" he asked.

"I guess so master." she said, unsure if she was going to like this game.

"This is a warm water, soapy three liter enema. Would you like to play a game of chance?"

Unsure about his motives she answered "ok".

"Ok." he said and retieved a die from a drawer by the bed. "This is a six sided die, it is numbered." he said and handed it to her. "We'll roll and the one with the lowest number gets the enema. Does that sound fair?"

"Master.. could we roll for the higest number." she asked, aware that he may try to trick her.

"Sure. You go first." he said. She tentatively rolled the die in her hand and then tossed it to the floor with a flick of her wrist. She got up and looked at it.

"Six!" she said with enthuisam. She knew enough about games of chance to realize that she would probably not get the enema.

"Ok, my turn." he said and picked up the die and rolled it. It tilted at the last second upon the thin carpet of the floor and came up as a six. "Well. It's a tie. I'll be fair with you. Either we can both get an enema or we can roll again and throw in twenty wacks with the whip."

Still unsure about what he was doing she thought about it. On the one hand the three liter enema was a sure thing now if she agreed. Or, she thought, she could take the chance on him losing and her not having anything. "Master, if we roll again and I win do I have to take an enema?"

"No my sweet. It's gambling. We'll just up the odds a bit. Of course there is the possibility that we would tie again."

"I'll take a chance." she said and he handed her the die. She had heard stories of how a die could be rigged to roll whatever the person wanted. "Master, could we go for the low number as the receipent?"

"Sure. Low number gets the bag -- and the whipping."

She rolled the die and watched it come up two. She mentally began to prepare herself. Chad picked up the die and smiled. He then rolled a three. Jennifer closed her eyes at the revalation that she had lost a simple bet. "Do you want to try for double or nothing?"

"You mean two bags and twice the wacks?"

"Sure, or if you win, nothing."

Jennifer thought about it. It would be nice to get out of it. However the consequences if she lost would be painful.

"Ok master. I'll gamble on it. High number gets the bag." he nodded and motioned for her to roll. She picked up the die and heistantly rolled it. It came up a three. Not good, but it could be worse. Chad then picked it up. "Remember you lost so we are going for double or nothing. That means that if I lose nothing happens to me." He rolled the die and watched as the three came up. "Tie. How interesting. We didn't say if a tie was a winner or loser this time."

She looked at him and decided to play along. This was sort of interesting. At least she got to have some say in her fate. "Low gets the bag, tie we both get it." He handed her the die and watched as she rolled a five. She breathed a sigh.

Chad rolled a six, much to Jennifer's disappointment. She got on the bed, face down with her rump in the air. "I'm ready master."

Chad obliged her by inserting the tip into her ass. She could feel the cool, lubricated tip slide into her anal entrance. Then the click and a flood of hot, soapy water began rushing in. At the end of the bag she was breathing short and shallow in a effort to accomodate the pressurized fluid. After Chad removed the tip he administered the promised lashes with the whip. Jennifer screamed with every fall of the whip. Once done Chad told her to go let it out. He was sitting on the bed waiting for her when she returned.

"Master." she said, unsure if she should ask him.

"What is it Jennifer?"

"Master... can I gamble on the rest of my punishment?"

"Sure."

"How about you give me the rest only if we tie?"

"That wouldn't be fair odds. That would give you an advantage since the odds at a tie are much higher than a simple high or low. Unless, of course you want to raise the stakes. You realize, of course that you must risk something when gambling on the rest of what you have already lost. In this case I think that you can either take the rest or gamble and raise the stakes by drinking a glass of your own piss."

She thought about this for a few seconds. "You mean that if I win I don't have to take any more enema, any more whipping and that's it. Or, if I lose I get what was coming anyway plus I have to drink from myself?"

"Precisely."

She cautiously picked up the die. "Low gets the bag." She rolled the die on the carpet. It bounced against the dresser and came back out towards the middle of the room. It came up a one. Jennifer inhaled sharply.

Chad picked it up and rolled a five. Jennifer then submitted to the second purging and the lashing. Her ass was on fire. When Chad finished with the whip he told her to stay put. He then got a glass and held it under her. She strained, unaccustomed to peeing while on the bed, her ass in the air and a glass under her pussy. Finally a thin, yellow stream came dribbling out. It picked up volume and filled three quarters of the glass. Chad had selected a 300 ml drinking glass. Jennifer finished and then sat up in the bed, kneeling, her knees shaking. Chad handed her the glass.

She looked at it. It was warm and it was yellow. The vitamins that Chad gave her were apparent. Jennifer's chin quivered. She didn't want to drink it. She had never drank pee from a glass before and certainly had never drank her own. Her stomach was so full of the enema that she knew she would have to force it down. It was different than having her head forced onto a man's penis. This time she was going to be in control of how fast it went in. This time she was going to be doing it herself.

She looked at the glass, her stomach gurgling from the large quantity of water and soap inside. She took at deep breath and then brought the glass to her lips. Turning it up slowly the warm pee touched her lips. The smell was overpowering. Opening her lips slightly she began to suck the liquid into her mouth. It was very sour from the acidity. As her mouth filled she felt like throwing up. Somehow she managed to swallow it. She then sped up determined to finish the glass lest she get punished. Finishing the liquid she handed the glass back to Chad and began to cry.

He led her to the toilet where she let out the enema. The taste of her own pee in her mouth still very much with her. Even after gargling with the mouthwash that Chad brought her while she was draining she could still taste the urine. Her stomach hurt. Somehow it was worse having to drink her own.

Afterwards Chad led her to the bed and had a very hot sex session with her. After she had cleaned up and came back to bed he had her again. The third time that night he had her anally. She screamed from the pain, her young and still unstretched asshole enlarging to accomodate his thick prick hurt badly. Even with lubrication she was glad when it was over.

Several days later Chad came home in a particullary playful mood. He gave Jennifer a quick one liter enema and then plugged her. Then instructing her how to get dressed they went to the restaurant and ate, she still holding the enema. Even though the volume wasn't great she felt it the entire evening. He took her to a club on board the large space ship and taught her to dance. Every movement amplified by the slosh in her intestines.

After arriving home Chad gave her an additional two quarts and added soap. He had her hold it while she gave him a two quart soapy enema. He held his while watching her let hers out. He then let out his soapy water and had her prepare two bags of two liters each with plain water. They gave each other the enemas at the same time. Chad was kissing on her the entire time the water was going in as they both stood, naked, in the bathroom with hoses dangling out of both of their asses.

After they both released their enemas Chad dragged her into the shower and they played for a while. Dried off, he carried her to bed and tossed her on it. "Tonight Jennifer we are going to do something special. Tonight you are going to be in me!" he then handed her the jar of lubricant and had her gease him up. Then setting the jar down he took her tail and handed it to her. Curious as to what he wanted she had a shock in store when he turned his butt into the air for her. "Put it in."

She had never before thought about inserting her tail into anyone before. Her mother had once told her that Alaytions used to make love this way long before all of the males died. She cautiously inserted the tip into his anus. "More" he instructed. So she stuffed nearly forty centimeters inside. It felt odd. The warmth coming from his insides felt strangly odd on her tail. She had never played with sticking it into herself, having been scolded as a child.

"That feels good." he said and turned carefully over on his back, making sure her tail stayed in.

Jennifer's tail began to feel really odd. It felt like it have never felt before. "Master..." she said, unsure of what was happening. "Master it.. it feels strange."

"Of course it does my love. In a few moments you won't be able to remove it."

"I.. I... I don't understand."

"Your mother never told you about your tail?"

"She told me that I should not stick it into myself because I might hurt myself. She never said why. But one time when she caught me I was whipped. I never again tried to do it."

"For good reason. You see there is a sex organ in the tip of your tail, approximatly ten percent of the length from the end. It will swell up when activated by heat and acid. The acid is naturally occuring in the intestines of most mammals. Upon swelling it will stretch the skin of you tail somewhat and may hurt a bit. It will release a powerful harmone into me which will produce a very long lasting and hard erection. Another harmone is at the moment being released into your own blood which will cause you to have primal mating urges. Soon you won't be able to help yourself. You'll want to fuck me no matter what. Only by achieving an orgasm can you release the organ in your tail. Otherwise it will remain stuck inside of me, the tip too large to come back out. It will grow to some eight centimeters in diameter in adult Alaytion females. For your size I would suspect that six centimeters would be more like it. It expands rather quickly, almost like an erection in a male. By now your pussy should be warming."

"Master... it does hurt some." she said and tried to pull it out. It came a few centimeters out of him and then got stuck, held by an unseen force. She pulled more vigrously this time. Nothing doing, her master was right, her tail was stuck in him. She looked at his sex and saw that he had a very hard penis.

"Lick me." he ordered. She did as she was told, spurred on by her own harmones. After licking for quite a while she mounted him, unable to stop herself. She was betrayed by her own body. She rode up and down on his hard shaft as he just moaned in estacy. After a while he came inside of her. Not wanting to stop she kept going while her master thrashed from side to side below and inside of her. Even after ejaculating, he remained hard. She had never experienced this before.

After a while, when Chad recovered, he flipped her over and gave her a very thourgh and prolonged screwing. She was very raw inside of her tender, young vagina when she finally came to an orgasm. It was the most intense she had ever had. Not that she had all that many to compare it too, but this one was so strong it hurt. She felt like she was peeing but decided to let it go, even at the risk of being whipped it was worth it for the good feeling she was having.

Afterwards Chad pumped a little while longer and himself came for a second time. Falling onto her in a heap she realized that he was drenched with sweat. After a while he rolled off of her. Realizing that her tail no longer hurt she cautiously withdrew it from the clutches of his sopping wet anus. It smelled odd as it came out. Not like the usual smell of a shit filled enema running out. More like the rutty smell of sex.

"That was good my love. I have never had better. You were definetly worth the price I paid for you tonight. This was the first time I have ever had an Alaytion tail inside of me and it was wonderful! I'm probably never going to make love to another human girl after that. I can't even begin to describe just how good it felt."

"It hurt my master."

"That's ok, you'll get to where you like it."

"Yes my master." she said meekly hearing his promise as more of a threat. She wondered how she would ever get to like being fucked this way. It was much worse than the usualy way that he had her. In some ways she felt even more violated than when he had her anally. This time it was part of her body inside of him. And the worst thing was that she didn't have any control of her own actions. It was worse than being a slave to this man because she felt compelled to have sex with him, not because she was his slave but because she couldn't help herself, driven by her own harmones. Not having any control of what her own body did to her was the worst part of it all.

Chad went on a several day trip without Jennifer. She was left to study a history textbook. Careful to read a reasonable amount and keep their quarters clean she managed to get halfway through the book in two days. As was told to her by her master a woman came to the door on the second day, after lunch, and announced that she was there to clean their quarters.

Jennifer pushed the unlock button on the door and the maid entered. She just looked at Jennifer's nakedness after walking into the suite.

"You must be his slave. Chad told me that he had you. At first I didn't believe him." she stared a while longer. Jennifer polietly stood still. "My name is Rikana. I have been cleaning Chad's quarters for two years now."

She shook her head and went to the replicator and punched up cleaning supplies. Jennifer watched for a few minutes and then went back to studying. Eventually, Rikana went to the office and cleaned in there. Next, the two bathrooms were scrubbed down.

Jennifer listened as the maid worked the bookcase door and went to the punishment room. Jennifer was surprised that Chad allowed someone to clean this, she had always thought that he considered that room to be private. Rickana eventually finshed cleaning elsewhere and turned her attention to the living room where Jennifer was studying the book. After vacuuming the floor she proceeded to the sofa. Jennifer scampered out of the way just in time to avoid being sucked on by the vacuum hose. Resettling onto the recliner she watched as the maid cleaned. If nothing else, Rickana was through.

Next the entertainment center was cleaned and even the computer equipment got dusted. After finishing the maid said her good bye and departed. Jennifer could smell the scent of cleaning solutions throughout their home. Looking at the clock she saw that it was time to eat supper.

The following day brought more routine studying. On the third night that Chad was away Jennifer heard the door open and someone walk in. She lay still, listening in bed until she heard Chad instructing the environmental controls to make the temperature cooler. Jennifer had set it up warmer since she wasn't allowed clothes and sometimes got cold.

Chad showered and then crawled into bed and started nuzzling Jennifer. Finding that she was awake he began to kiss her all over. Working his way down he ate her for a good long time before finally pushing his rigid cock into her soft, wet young pussy. His size still hurt her since she was so young and small. She screamed out as he bottomed in his stroke. He responded by squeezing her tighter in his grip.

Finally, when he came and the energy of his passion was beginning to dimish Jennifer could relax. She felt good in a way, knowing that her master loved her so. She knew that it was her that he liked and that felt good.

After they both cleaned up from the remanants of the passion Chad hugged her close and gave her a very long and passionate kiss. Then he took her to bed and snuggled up close. The next morning she was back studying again.

On the way to the bathroom in the morning Jennifer stopped and looked at her back and butt. Most of her last whipping which was now approaching a week old had healed up. Her butt felt fine now and only some of the whip marks were going to leave scars. She had begun to go normally to the toilet and had even noticed the mucous returning to her droppings. As she sat on the toilet she wondered how much longer she could go without being punished. She sat and tried to think of something that wouldn't be too bad.

That evening when Chad had come home she intentionally missed some of the questions on her test. Jennifer looked up at him expectantly as he checked her scores. He frowned and told her to study the same material again the next day. Then he went to the entertainment center and watched a documentary about brain surgery. Jennifer snuggled up against him while he watched. She enjoyed the way that he stroked her naked skin.

After the video was over with Chad picked her up and carried her into the bedroom. He started kissing her and then proceeded to kiss her all over her naked body. He taunted her when he reached her labia rings, flicking them playfully with his tongue. After a long foreplay he finally entered her. Even though it hurt from his size she enjoyed having him in her tonight.

After he had finished and they were laying there together Jennifer asked him if she could have a whipping. She realized that she needed the stimulation to help with her feelings. He agreed verbally but then slipped off to sleep. Jennifer lay beside him for several hours listening to him. She realized that he was a wonderful and loving master and that she was lucky to belong to him.