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ALIEN SLAVE (ped, bdsm, abuse, incest)

BY ANAL AL
liter3@earthlink.net

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.

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