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ALIEN SLAVE by Ulther Pendragon Youremail@bs.net> (ped, bdsm, abuse, incest)
BY
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.
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