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..al..
TWO
Jennifer didn't sleep too well since her stomach was
growling from the washing out that she had received the day
before. The large volume enemas had become entrapped in the
folds of her intestines and as they became dislodged during
the night she had to make many trips to let out the water.
As she could hear from the toilets flushing in other stalls
some of the other slaves were having a similar experience.
Added to that was the thin gruel and small loaf of bread
that was her supper and she didn't sleep too comfortably.
Because of the whipping she spent most of the night sleeping
on her stomach. In the morning she could only lie there and
wait to see what would happen to her next. She heard
several other girls being removed from their stalls. Most
went quietly. After what had happened to her the day before
she decided that it would be in her best interest to learn
quickly whatever lessons that she was to be taught. Even as
much as her mother had tried to prepare her for a life of
servitude she still wasn't ready for what she was put
through the day before. As she recalled the painful events
she tried to rationalize that most of it was a very
torturous medical examination. Her keepers hadn't tried to
impart any knowledge to her other than to keep quiet unless
she was spoken to. That part, at least, was perfectly
clear.
She heard steps coming down the hall. From the number she
could tell that someone was being brought back to their
stall. Jennifer jumped when she heard the latch to her door
being opened. She sat upright on her bed. A female guard
stepped in and attached a leash to her collar and removed
the chain that held her to her bed. She then gave the leash
a tug and Jennifer stood up. Without saying a word the
guard led Jennifer outside. The guard locked the door as
the new slave girl stood patiently with her head down.
After being led back down to where the torture chambers were
the guard hooked Jennifer's wrist shackles to some rings
mounted on the wall. She was facing the wall. After the
guard left the room Jennifer twisted a little and found that
there was enough slack in the rings so that she could turn
part way around and examine the room.
The far side of the room held several upper and lower
cabinets. Filled with more equipment to use on her she
guessed. The wall opposite the door had various whips and
other things hanging from hooks. She had little doubt that
most were going to be painful. The wall that she was
chained to was simple concrete. There were various stains,
mostly dark, that Jennifer figured to be blood. This room
too had a floor drain. From the smell of it Jennifer
suspected that she would be getting more enemas. Through
the scent of the cleaner she could smell the stench of human
feces.
After a while a woman walked in. Jennifer didn't dare turn
around to look. She silently kept her face to the wall.
Without a word the new whip mistress walked to the equipment
side of the room and detached something. Jennifer braced
herself and soon she felt the sting of a lash. It felt like
only a single cord but it left a stinging and burning
sensation as it hit her buttocks with a cracking sound.
After the third one Jennifer begain to cry. Only twenty
lashes into the whipping the whip mistress stopped. She
then went and wrote something down. Jennifer could hear the
click of a ball-point pen twice. She had nearly stopped
crying when the woman came and detached Jennifer's right
wrist. She then swung Jennifer's arm around and reattached
it to another catch so that Jennifer had her back to the
wall.
"Good I see that you have learned not to complain. You have
also seem to realize that you are not to look up unless
specifically told to." the woman said, holding Jennifer's
face up so that she could look into the new slave's eyes.
"What is your name?"
"My name is Jennifer, my master."
"I am not your master but it is good that you have learned
the correct form of address. I will let it go this time.
In the future you will address those in this compound as
either mistress or 'my lord', depending upon sex." the
woman said and let go of Jennifer's head whereupon she bowed
it again. After writing something in the book on the other
side of the room the woman returned. She looked at Jennifer
carefully, immersed in thought.
"How old are you?"
"I am twelve years old my mistress."
"From now on you will answer fourteen if anyone asks. You
cannot be sold until you are fourteen. Is this understood?"
"Yes my mistress, I beg your forgiveness." Jennifer said in
a wavery voice, afraid she may be punished again.
"You are forgiven, you had no way of knowing. You will find
that in the future you will be responsible for remembering
what you are told or what you observe. I am a reasonable
mistress, I do not punish slaves unnecessairly. They are to
be trained properly. To do that it is necessary to punish
them often and hard. However, if there is something you do
not know you cannot be held responsible for that. You are
not to ask questions unless given permission to ask, is this
understood?"
"Yes, my mistress."
"Your records indicate that you have not been sterilized.
Is this correct?"
"Yes, my mistress."
The woman then went over to the cabinets and opened a
drawer. She pulled out a tag, noted something in the
notebook and removed a peice of equipment from an overhead
cabinet. Jennifer watched her from beneath her brow. As
the woman walked up to where she stood and turned her head
to the left she could see that a tag was in the device that
said FERTILE. Soon she felt the sharp pain of piercing in
her right earlobe. She now how two tags on her, the left
telling all who read that she was a virgin.
"Can you read and write?"
"Yes, my mistress."
"What language?"
"Engish, my mistress."
"Good. It will save me considerable time if you can read a
book. You will be given aptitude and intelligence tests
later. I will warn you now that you should attempt to do as
well as you can. Not only will you receive less training if
you do well but you will receive less punishment in the long
run. Do you know how to cook?"
"No, my mistress."
"You will be taught. Can you sew or mend clothes?"
"I can use a needle and thread, but I do not know how to use
a machine, my mistress."
The woman made a note in the notebook of these facts and
then reference a checklist. "Have you been instructed in
child rearing techniques?"
"No, my mistress."
"We won't be teaching you that unless a special order comes
in. Since you are an Alaytion I'll tell you right now that
there isn't much of a demand for those. We will be lucky to
sell you at a profit. Therefore if you are shown to a
prospective buyer I urge you to make the best presentation
you can. To do so otherwise would invite a long and painful
punishment session." the whip mistress said and then looked
at another checklist.
"Do you or have you had any medical problems in which you
were hospitalized or required the care of a physician or
doctor?"
"I had my tonsils removed when I was eight. That is all
that I remember, my mistress."
After scribbling a note, "Good. You seem to be a very well
behaved slave. It appears that someone has already done
some training with you. Was it your mother?"
"Yes, my mistress."
"Have you ever punished another slave?"
"No, my mistress."
"Since you are Alaytion it may be possible to sell you as a
slave maid. To do so however you will have to be trained in
the ways of punishing errant slaves." the woman said as she
undid Jennifer's shackles. She then removed her own clothes
and laid them in a pile on a cart. Naked, the whip mistress
walked to the wall and removed a long leather covered paddle
from the rack of equipment. She then returned to where
Jennifer was standing and offered the paddle to her. "Take
it."
Jennifer took the paddle and slowly ran her hands over it.
It was the first time she had ever held such an instrument
of pain. She then looked up slowly at the whip mistress.
"Now I want you to give me twenty hard wacks." she said and
turned around and bent over, grabbing her ankles.
Jennifer could tell that she was human since the woman
lacked a tail. She could also see the curly black pubic
hair around the woman's vagina and anus. Alaytions did not
grow pubic hair. She took the paddle in both hands and
swung it up against the woman's ass. One, she thought to
herself. The woman didn't even flinch. From the faint
marks on the woman's ass it was obvious that she had been
whipped at one time. From what Jennifer knew of the way
that whip marks healed she figured that it was several years
ago. She then swung again, this time harder. The whip
mistress's buttocks tensed up at this one. Not knowing how
hard she was supposed to hit but suspecting that it should
be very hard she swung the third blow harder this time. The
woman let out a little yelp.
Feeling that she was expected to dish out a painful paddling
Jennifer swung each successive blow harder. Until, on the
tenth whack she was swinging as hard as she could. The whip
mistress had tears in her eyes now. On the thirteenth blow
she begain to cry. By sixteen she was openly screaming.
Jennifer continued until the count was twenty. She stopped
and held the paddle in front of her and bowed her head.
Realizing that the paddling was over with the whip mistress
raised up and rubbed her bright red buttocks. It had been
an obviously sufficent spanking from the tears and sobbing.
She then took the paddle and hung it back on the rack.
After that, still rubbing her bright red butt she walked
over and wrote something else in the notebook. She then put
her clothes back on.
"You did well. I think you may be trainable as a slave
maid." she said, wiggling a bit to keep her tight pants
from putting too much pressure on the sore areas.
Jennifer wondered what would happen next. She never in her
wildest fantasies expected to be asked to spank another
person. Although the feeling of revenge was good her arms
also ached. Fleetingly she had some feeling of compassion
for those who had whipped her. The feeling, however, was
brief lived.
"Here is a book about sexual techniques. I want you to read
the entire book. You will be tested tomorrow on it." the
whip mistress said handing Jennifer the book.
"Thank you mistress." Jennifer said as she took the book.
"Follow me." she said as she opened the door.
Jennifer obidentialy followed the whip mistress back to her
stall, for the first time not being led on a leash. It felt
good to be trusted this much. Once inside the whip mistress
locked her door.
Later that evening when her meal was brought in by a slave
maid the maid shackled her to her bed. Jennifer read her
book until it was so dark she could no longer see it. She
had made her way completely through it and had started to
reread parts of it. Most of the sexual techniques were new
to her, being rather alien and from human culture. What she
had been taught were Alaytion sexual techniques by her
mother. The book was complete with illustrations and the
wording was simple enough that Jennifer, with her limited
education, had no trouble understanding it. The
pronouncation of some of the techniques and anatomical
parts, however eluded her.
That night she dreamed of having a master who was having sex
with her. She woke up several times only to realize that it
was a dream. It was peculiar, however, that she felt a
certain feeling in her vagina. She wondered if perhaps she
hadn't been masturbating in her sleep as she had seen in the
illustrations in the book. When she got to that section she
tried what was shown and decided that she could do it if
asked but that it didn't feel good as the book indicated.
The next morning she awoke late. She could tell from the
ambient light outside of the stable. As soon as she awoke
she opened her book and begain to reread from where she had
left off the night before. Late into the day she was
brought to a room five levels down in the torture chambers.
She hadn't been this far before. In the room was a bed and
along the wall were various whips and paddles. She was
placed on the bed and chained down in a spread eagle face up
position.
As she waited she wondered what was next. She didn't have
to wait long for the whip mistress appeared moments later.
She undid the chains leading to Jennifer's shackles and let
her up.
"Did you complete the book?"
"Yes, mistress."
"Do you understand everything in it?"
"Most, my mistress. I am not sure how some of the words are
said."
The whip mistress then asked for Jennifer to point out what
words she didn't understand. Surprisingly, the mistress
calmly pronounced the words and explained their meaning to
Jennifer. She then asked Jennifer to mastrubate. Jennifer
did as the book had explained. The whip mistress suggested
that she at least try to pretend that she was enjoying it.
As Jennifer adjusted her smile and moaned softly as
instructed the whip mistress undressed.
Then lying on the bed the whip mistress had Jennifer perform
cunninglus on her. After several pointers the whip mistress
laid back and enjoyed the extra long tongue of the Alaytion
girl. She let Jennifer lick her inside and out for several
dracmars. Jennifer's tongue was getting tired and she was
getting afraid that she wouldn't be able to satisfy the whip
mistress when her head was lifted up gently by the woman.
"That feels better. For all the problems that you Alaytions
are this part, at least, is enjoyable. Now do you remember
how to fellate a penis?"
"Yes, my mistress."
"Good, let's see." the woman said, handing Jennifer a large
penis shaped dildo.
Jennifer licked up and down the shaft, wrapping her tongue
around it as the book had suggested. She then slowly pushed
it into her mouth and sucked it gently. She rotated her
head slightly every now and then and alternated between
sucking and licking. She fondled the testes of the make
believe penis as the book had said. Satasifed, the whip
mistress told her to stop.
"Now lets see if that long, wonderful tongue of yours is as
good at anninglus." the whip mistress said, getting up on
the bed and sticking her ass in the air with her head down
on the pillow.
Jennifer hesitated, not sure of how, of if she really wanted
to do this. She hesitated too long she realized too late.
The whip mistress got up and pushed Jennifer down on the
bed. "Get your ass in the air." She then gave Jennifer
thrity hard wacks with a large flexible paddle. In tears
Jennifer was raised off of the bed. "Let's try that again."
This time Jennifer approached the whip mistress' ass and
parted her cheeks. She then gently began to lick around the
woman's asshole. Eventually, when her saliva covered her
mistress' ass and was dripping down the woman's vagina she
slid the tip of her forty centimeter tongue into the eager
anus. She could taste the spicy taste of the picric acid in
the woman's anal tract. Jennifer pushed her tongue yet
farther, feeling a turd inside of the woman. She ran her
tongue past it and around it. The whip mistress just moaned
at the feelings.
After several minutes the whip mistress begain mastrubating
herself and came to an orgasm rather quickly from the
intense anal stimulation. After orgasm she allowed Jennifer
to continue running in and out of her anus for several
minutes before telling the slave to stop. Jennifer then
retracted her tongue into her mouth and silently wept at
what she had just been made to do. She hoped her future
masters wouldn't want too much of this but knew that with a
tongue ten times longer than a human her hopes were unlikely
to be fulfilled.
"Sit."
Jennifer sat down gently, her ass still sore from the
paddling. She waited on the edge of the bed while the whip
mistress wrote more notes into the notebook. Jennifer was
sure that the book was the same as she had seen the day
before. It appeared to be dedicated to her and her alone.
She imagine, correctly, that every slave had a book of their
own.
"Some masters want to use you in other ways." the whip
mistress said and then left the room. She returned shortly
with a male slave who was uncomfortable in some sort of way.
"Take him in your mouth and drink all of it." the whip
mistress instructed leading the male slave, in shackles and
with a blinder on, over to Jennifer. Once near the bed the
mistress stopped the slave, who had his hands tied behind
his back and a ball ring on.
Jennifer then looked at the man's penis and opened her
mouth. She then put him into her open mouth and waited.
The whip mistress instructed the slave that he could urinate
now. Finally allowed to relive himself the slave complied.
The torrents of hot piss poured into Jennifer's mouth. She
nearly choked on the volume of it. Not wanting to drink it
she allowed some to dribble down the side of her face as her
mouth became full. She finally realized that she had little
choice but to swallow it since the whip mistress had grabbed
the back of her head and had forced her onto the man's
penis. Nearly gagging she swallowed the first mouthfull.
Still streaming her mouth filled quickly. Time after time
she swallowed down the hot urine. Her stomach began to
hurt. Finally the slave boy was empty. The whip mistress
led him back outside.
Returning she told Jennifer to turn around. "Do you know
why you are going to be punished?"
"Yes mistress, I didn't drink it all."
"That's right. When told to do something you will do it."
the whip mistress said and gave Jennifer's poor butt nearly
fifty lashes with a multi-tailed whip. Screaming, Jennifer
dared not raise up. After she stopped, the whip mistress
kicked Jennifer in the ass, forcing her to land face down on
the bed which up until now she had been holding on to in her
bent over position.
"Did you learn your lesson?"
"Yes, mistress. I will drink when I am told to drink."
Jennifer said, still sobbing.
The woman then poured a cup of something and handed it to
Jennifer. "Gargle with this to get the taste out of your
mouth. Swish it around real good and then spit it out in
the sink over there. Then rinse with water from the
faucet."
Jennfier did as she was instructed, only too happy to
comply. The taste of the whip mistress' ass combined with
what felt like a liter of hot piss had left a very bad taste
in her mouth indeed.
After Jennifer finished she rinsed out the cup and set it on
the counter. She then turned around to see the mistress
seated on the bed waiting on her. Jennifer walked over to
the bed and stopped, her head bowed.
"You need some work but I think that you could be made into
a suitable sex slave if necessary. There is a rag by the
sink, clean up the mess that you made."
Jennifer went to the sink and retrieved the rag, which was
already damp. She then returned to the bed and found the
small puddle of urine that had leaked from her mouth. She
wiped it up carefully and rinsed the rag in the sink. She
wiped down the spot with the clean rag, rinsed and wrung it
out and laid it beside the sink as she had found it.
"Come with me." the whip mistress said and led Jennifer
down the hall to a room. Inside the room a male slave was
chained to the wall. He had a black hood over his head and
a gag in his mouth.
"Shave his genitals, the equipment is by the sink." the
whip mistress instructed.
Not having any leg, underarm or pubic hair, Jennifer had
never been asked to do that. She got the razor, bucket of
water, shaving cream and the towel that were on the counter.
She walked over to the slave and looked at each item, unsure
of how to start. The whip misteress asked her if she knew
how and Jennifer told the truth -- she did not. The whip
mistress then patiently explained what Jennifer was to do
and watched as Jennifer shaved the man's scrotum and pubic
area.
After washing the bucket and razor out in the sink Jennifer
was led to another room. Here she was strapped to a rack
similar to what she had experienced the first day and given
three enemas. They were all three warm water, two liter
enemas. She was made to hold them for several dracmars each
by the large inflatable butt plug that was inserted after
each enema was in. As the last one drained away she was
cained with a thin cane for forty strokes. Immediately
after the caining she was brought back to her stall, still
crying from the pain.
As she sat down on the toilet to let more of the water pass
she realized just how sore her butt was. She had to squat
more than sit from the pain. Her rectum was raw from the
rough tip that was used on her. Smaller than what she had
received the first day this one was longer and covered with
small nubs. It felt like sandpaper going in, even as
lubricated as it was. The tubing, Jennifer had noticed, was
almost the same as what her mother had used to use on her.
No explaination was given as to why she had been given the
enemas and the caining. She knew better than to ask too.
Soon her slave maid came in with her supper and chained her
to the bed. She was still sitting on the toilet and hadn't
flushed it yet. The slave maid looked at the contents of
the toilet and flushed it. After the slave maid left
Jennifer wondered why the maid had shown any interest in
what had issued forth from Jennifer's bowels. She wasn't
long in wondering, however, when the slave maid returned.
"You aren't clean enough. Stand up and bend over." the
maid instructed. Jennifer sensed that the maid wasn't too
much higher up the pecking order than herself yet she obeyed
promptly and without question. She stood up and bent
forward, grabbing the toilet seat.
"Grab your ankles, you silly girl." the maid chastised her.
As Jennifer grabbed her ankles the maid snapped two small
devices on Jennifer's shackles, effectively connecting her
ankle and wrist shackles together. The maid then attached a
long bar to the inside coupling on Jennifer's right ankle
shackle. The maid then pushed Jennifer's left leg out until
the inside coupling mated with the other end of the bar.
The bar was nearly a meter in length Jennifer thought,
viewing it from her angle. She was in a percarious
position. It wouldn't take much for her to lose her balance
and fall to the floor, unable to catch herself with her
hands bound to her feet as they were.
The maid then walked to the sink and filled the enema bag
she had brought in with her. She put something on the tip
and pushed in firmly into Jennifer's now exposed asshole.
It hurt her already raw anus going in. Seconds later it
began to burn. Jennifer heard the click and felt the
captured air rumbling into her colon. The maid obviously
didn't care what it felt like Jennifer could tell. The air
hurt as it shot around the bends of her intestines. Soon
the liquid entering her began to burn.
Jennifer could tell from the pain that the maid had put
something into the enema. Soap was Jennifer's guess, but
she had never had soap hurt quite this bad before. Perhaps
it was because she was already somewhat raw from the three
previous enemas earlier. As the maid held the bag high it
emptied it's contents into Jennifer's small midsection,
streching her painfully as it did so. She could tell from
the pressure that it was at least two liters. Although
being bent nearly in half it hurt much more than usual.
After the last of the water drained into Jennifer's bowels
the maid pulled the hose from her ass and tossed the
equipment into the sink. She then left the room,
instructing Jennifer to hold it in. Doing as she was told
Jennifer began to whimper at the pain. The hot soapy enema
burned inside. Hopefully the maid would return soon.
Jennifer began counting, mentally, as a diversion to the
pain of the enema. Her stomach would alternately cramp and
then relax. Each time she tightened her anal muscles in an
attempt to hold the hot liquid inside. When she reached
nine thousand the maid returned and looked around.
Satisified she then released the hooks holding Jennifer's
hands down.
"Now hobble over and let that out. I'll be back to rinse
you out."
Jennifer sat on the toilet letting the hot, buring liquid
flow past her tender anus. It burned inside and it burned
getting out. She partly wanted to keep it in to keep it
from hurting as it left and she partly wanted to let it out
knowing that it burned when inside as well. As much as she
didn't want to admit it she was looking forward to being
rinsed out. Hopefully the burning inside would stop.
After emptying herself she flushed the toilet. She then
wiped up and tried to stand. It was difficult with her legs
spread apart by the bar. The maid returned and refilled the
bag. She used pure hot water, Jennifer noticed. As she
finished and recapped the bag Jennifer looked up from her
seated position.
"Well you can't take it sitting down you know. Stand up!"
Jennifer then attempted to stand and fell foward onto her
face. As she hunched her butt up to get up she felt the
warm nozzle being pushed in. She tried to get up but the
maid's foot in the small of her back prevented that. She
stopped, with her hind end in the air and her head on the
ground. The maid held the bag at arms length in the air.
With Jennifer now on the floor rather than bent over the
pressure was greater. Jennifer could feel the difference as
the water went in. It was over with quicker this time but
hurt worse. At least it didn't burn this time, other than
from the heat of the water. After she was finished Jennifer
started to get up. The maid then kicked her in the stomach.
With her skin already stretched taught by the enema this
hurt quite a bit.
"Stay down there you little slut. You need more."
Jennifer began to cry at this news. She didn't think she
could take any more. In her mind however, she knew that she
had had more two days before. The maid finished refilling
the bag and returned. Jennifer could feel the tip slip
easily into her now greased and stretched asshole. The
slave maid released the clamp on the hose and allowing the
resultant air bubbles to rush into Jennifer's already full
colon. Jennifer gasped at the pain. She began to cry
louder now. The maid kicked her in the face which shut her
up quickly.
As the pain of the second enema reached it's peak Jennifer
began to think that the maids were worse than the whip
mistresses. After she was full Jennifer slowly got up. The
maid spun her around roughly and slapped her hard across the
face. "Don't you dare let any out until I get back!" the
maid then attached Jennifer's hands together around the
chain that held the bed, on the far side from the toilet.
Jennifer cried from the pain as much as from being abused by
the slave maid. Her stomach hurt, still full of piss and
now hot water. She desperately wanted to let some of it
out. The cramps increased to the point where she started to
leak. As the drops hit the floor she knew she was in for a
bad time of it and went ahead and let the rest out knowing
that a drop was as bad as all of it.
She was standing there in a puddle of warm water when the
slave maid returned. The anger welled up in the maid's face
at the sight of Jennifer's enema on the floor. She stormed
out of the room without saying a word. Jennifer wondered
what horrible torture device she would be subjected to at
the hands of the maid. She wished that she could be at the
hands of the whip mistress instead.
She got her wish.
The whip mistress walked in and saw the water. She then
calmly undid Jennifer's wrist coupling and led Jennifer out
of the room. "You stupid little twat. You should know
better than to let out an enema. Even if it isn't for
punishment you are to hold your enemas as given. It is not
for you to decide when you will release them. You are a
slave and you will do as told. You will have to be
punished."
Jennifer was led through the rapidly fading light of the
stable into the well lit confines of the torture chambers.
This time she was taken to the forth level down. She was
strapped to a barrel like rack similar to what she had been
put on the first day. She began to cry at the realization
that she was about to be severly punished.
The whip mistress then went back into the hallway and led
the slave maid into the room. The slave maid began to
whimper. Jennifer's head hadn't been fastened down to the
rack and as such she could look up to see the whip mistress
shackling the slave maid to the wall. The maid continued to
whimper as the mistress walked to the cabinets and removed
some equipment. Jennifer watched with fascination as the
bag was filled. Part way through the filling the whip
mistress stopped and poured something from a small container
into the bag. She shook it slightly and then continued to
fill the enema bag. After it was finished she attached a
large, open ended tip to the hose and let out the air
bubbles. Taking a jar of lubricant she smeared the nozzle
in it.
The whip mistress walked over to the bound slave maid and
hung the bag on a hook just above the maid's head. She then
wound the hose around the maid's neck and down to her
waiting butt. Firmly she pushed the nozzle into the maid's
anus. The maid let out a gasp as the warmed tip entered.
She then began to whimper louder as the whip mistress
released the clamp, allowing the solution to flow. From the
size of the bag it looked to Jennifer like it held at least
3 liters.
"You have been told several times that you are not to give
the lye soap to the slaves unless specifically ordered. I
am getting very tired of having to remind you of this. In
addition you mistreated this one very badly. She will be
punished for not holding the enema that you gave her and you
will get to watch. But I want you to remember while your
insides are burning that you must follow your orders."
"Yes mistress." the slave maid said, sniffiling.
The bag was half empty from what Jennifer could tell. The
whip mistress turned around and caught her watching.
"Watch, that's good. You'll get to see what happens when
you don't follow orders."
As the last of the burning soap drained from the bag into
the slave maid's intestines the whip mistress shut off the
clamp and removed the tip. The maid clenched her buttocks
together in an effort to hold the burning liquid. The
mistress inserted a medium sized butt plug into the maid.
The maid screamed out as it entered, stretching her now sore
anal tissue open. The mistress then undid one of the maid's
arms and turned her around so that she had her back to the
wall. Jennifer could tell from the way that the maid's
stomach pooched out that the enema had to be hurting. She
put her head down, knowing that it would soon be her turn.
"As for you .. you are going to learn your lesson well
tonight." the whip mistress said as she refilled the enema
bag with hot water. She hung it up above Jennifer and
inserted the tip, the same one that had been used on the
maid. Jennifer winced as it penetrated her rectum. Soon
she could feel the flow of the water and the pressure
inside. Moments later the heat began to cause cramps. She
turned her head to look at the bulging bag. It was full for
her and the little released already that was causing her so
much pain didn't even show. She put her head down and began
to cry. As she filled the heat built up inside and soon she
began to sweat. The cramps continued and the pressure built
up as well. Just when she thought that it could get no
worse she heard the click of the clamp that the whip
mistress had shut off.
Jennifer felt the large evil tip sliding out of her ass.
She clenched her buttocks together as best she could to hold
the angry liquid in. She could hear the whip mistress walk
out of the room. She looked up at the slave maid who had an
angry look on her face. Jennifer knew that the maid wanted
to say something to her but was holding her tongue for fear
of worse punishment. Jennifer realized that the pain that
the maid was enduring would be paid back to her in the
future. As time passed the heat began to disappate and
Jennifer could relax somewhat. Every once in a while a
painful cramp would shoot through her stomach but for the
most part she tried to relax, knowing that her insides were
stretching to accomodate the volume. Even as painful as it
was she knew that future enemas wouldn't be as bad since she
was getting used to holding such large volumes of water.
Eventually the whip mistress returned and inspected Jennifer
for any evidence of leaks. Satisified she went to the wall
and retreived something. Jennifer braced herself.
"You are doing well holding that in. You should have done
that earlier. Now I am going to punish you for making a
mess on the floor and for not holding it in earlier."
As the whip cracked against the already marked up skin of
Jennifer's ass she let out a loud scream. The pain was very
intense. The whip mistress gave her fifty strokes with the
multi-tailed whip. Jennifer had begun counting the various
whippings trying to determine if there was any pattern.
Even though screaming with her ass on fire she clenched her
buttocks to hold the painfully large volume of water inside.
After the mistress stopped she went to the cabinet and took
out something. Jennifer didn't look up to see what it was.
She felt a burning sensation as the mistress wiped her butt
with something. Soon she could smell the alcohol. From the
way that it burned she knew that her ass must be cut and
bleeding.
"You may release your enema now." was all that the mistress
had to say. Jennifer's ass spouted forth a geyser of water
that arced into the air. She gratefully gave up the pent up
liquid. As she worked to get the rest of the water out,
hindered by being bent over the curvature of the rack she
could hear water running. Surely, she thought, she wasn't
going to get another enema. Her hopes were dashed, however,
when she felt another nozzle pressing against her anal
entrance. She relaxed, letting it slide in, knowing that
resistance was futile. Soon the now familar pressure began
to build inside. This one was somewhat cooler she thought
as the pressure began to rise without the resultant pain
from the heat. She looked up quickly at the maid who now
hung limp against the wall. She wondered if the maid had
passed out.
Apparently the mistress too had looked for she walked over
to where the maid was shackled and raised her head slightly.
Jennifer guessed that the mistress didn't like what she saw
as she backhanded the maid across the face very hard. The
mistress then walked over to the cabinet and withdrew a
piece of equipment. She then inserted a very large dildo
into the maid's vagina and clamped it against the maid's
inner labia with small aligator clamps. The maid screamed
out as each clamp was attached. She then begged long and
hard for the mistress to stop and promised that she would
never be bad again. The mistress ignored her and continued
to attach the device. Jennifer wondered why the maid seemd
so upset at having a dildo inserted into her. From having
her own labia clamped the day before she knew that it was
painful but not so much as to speak without being spoken to.
As the whip mistress moved away Jennifer could see thin
wires dangling from the dildo. The maid continued to plead
for mercy. All the while the large bag hanging above
Jennifer continued pouring forth into her stretching
abdomen. The mistress walked over and stuffed a gag into
the maid's mouth.
"That should shut you up." she said as she inflated the
gag. From the muted screams Jennifer could tell that it
hurt.
The mistress then attached the wires to a small box that she
set on the floor beneath the maid. Flipping a switch the
maid's body began to twitch. From the spasms Jennifer could
tell that it was some sort of random interval. The maid
would hang limp for a moment and then twitch several times,
muted screams accompanying the involuntary movements. The
maid tried to wiggle her hips to dislodge the electric
device. But being clamped to her own labia it wasn't about
to fall out.
The mistress then returned to Jennifer. She pushed
Jennifer's head down on the head rest. The enema had
apparently finished draining into Jennifer since the
mistress clicked off the valve and removed the tip.
Jennifer clenched her ass tight as the tip slid out. She
was determined not to let any out and wondered just how many
more enemas she would receive. She then felt a butt plug
being pushed against her sore anus. She relaxed some to
allow it to enter. Luckily the mistress had it greased.
Jennifer's already stretched rectum opened easily to allow
the large tip to pass. Still, though, she screamed at the
pain of it's largest diameter. Once inserted it slipped in
as her rectum closed around the narrow neck. The wide base
prevented it from going further. Jennifer realized that she
would have to hold this one for quite some time if she were
being given a plug.
She felt her shackles being released and she was raised up
off of the rack by the mistress. As she stood she saw the
maid still twitching against the wall as the dildo pulsed
inider of her. The maid continued to whimper ever time a
pulse hit. The pain of the enema made it difficult for
Jennifer to stand fully erect. As she tried to straighten
the skin of her stomach stretched around her now round
tummy. It was almost impossible to stand fully erect. The
mistress watched for several seconds before leading Jennifer
from the room. As she walked carefully down the hall, still
full of enema, she wondered how long they would leave the
maid connected to the electric dildo. As she begain to
ascend the stairs, each step filled with pain from within
she realized that the maid still held the painful soapy
enema.