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..al..
ONE
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.