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THREE
Jennifer awoke from another of the painful dreams and tested
her shackles again. As before she had awakened because of
the pain of the water inside of her. The whip mistress had
led her to her stall the night before, still full of the
enema and plugged up tight. She had been shackled to her
bed face down so that her own weight pressed against her
painfully stretched abdomen. She had tried rolling from
side to side but only managed to slosh the water around
more, causing it to go even higher up her young intestines.
Having already awakened several times in this predicament
she tried desparetly to go back to sleep. She knew that she
had better sleep all she could because with daylight her
training would continue. In the morning a slave maid
entered, a different one than before, and undid her
shackles. It was just daybreak. Jennifer had to be helped
from her bed by the maid. She was stiff from being in the
same position all night and the water had caused her great
pain. Once near the toilet the maid removed the plug which
held in the painful contents of the night before. Jennifer
gratefully sat and expelled the remainder of the four liter
enema.
While the water was rushing out the maid deflated the
catheter in Jennifer's uretha and removed it. The whip
mistress had placed it inside the night before to prevent
Jennifer from wetting the bed. The end led down to the
floor drain in her stall. She could hear her urine several
times the night before as it exited the tube.
After picking up the devices the maid left and locked the
door. Jennifer remained seated, allowing the enema to drain
from her bowels. She felt empty inside as the pressure
dropped. Once again the hunger pains returned as her
abdominal muscles contracted, after having been stetched all
night by the enema. Jennifer then realized that someone had
mopped up the mess that she had made the night before.
Eventually she regained enough strength to wipe herself and
return to the bed. She quickly fell asleep. She was
awakened by a whip mistress attaching a leash to her collar
and pulling her from the bed. From the light outside
Jennifer figured it must be nearly midday. She desparetly
wanted to let the water out of her ass that had collected
while she slept. She also had to urinate very badly. Not
knowing what else to do she held it and walked somewhat bow
leggedly.
She was led down to the third level this time and strapped
to a wall. Before the whip mistress left she asked for
permission to release her urine. The mistress told her that
it would cost her ten lashes if she did. Judging the pain
carefully Jennifer let the urine flow forth as well as
letting her anal muscles relax. She was allowed to finish
before receivng the promised ten lashes. The whip mistress
gave her another twenty more with a bigger whip for having
release the water from her ass. After it was over with
Jennifer decided that it had been a good trade. The
stinging in her butt soon subsided as she hung against her
shackles in silence.
Eventually a woman came in and undid the shackle catches
that held Jennifer to the wall. The woman wasn't dressed as
the whip mistresses had been. Indeed this one wore a very
nice looking dress and moderate heels.
"Sit on that stool." the woman said. It was a request more
than a command. Jennifer complied and sat down gingerly,
her ass still sore from her many whippings and enemas.
"Now I will admister an intelligence test to you. Can you
read English?" she asked.
"Yes mistress."
"Good." the woman handed Jennifer a clipboard and a pen.
"You will answer all questions as best that you can. You
have thirty minutes." the woman said and clicked a
stopwatch. She then left the room and shut the door.
Jennifer looked around. Here she was, she thought, in a
torture room by herself. Unsupervised and unshackled. She
fought the impluse to look in all of the drawers and examine
all of the things hanging on the wall. Instead she looked
at the test that she had been given. She began to read and
answer the questions. After she had reached the end of the
fourth page she went back over them a second time before the
woman returned. The clipboard and pen were taken from her
and the woman left the room.
Jennifer had to fight the impulse to explore once again.
She knew that someone could walk in at any moment. She
instead sat in her chair and looked at the wall full of
whips and paddles from a distance. She could see every kind
she had ever known about and some that she didn't recognize.
Nearly a dracmar later the woman returned. Following her in
was a whip mistress.
"She is very bright for a slave. She answered 42 out of 48
questions correctly." the test woman told the whip
mistress. Jennifer recognized the whip mistress as one of
the ones that she had had before.
"Good, it won't take too long to correct her. I'm on break
in half an hour." The whip mistress went over and began
writing in a book. The test woman walked over to Jennifer
and explained the missed questions.
After finishing the last one the test woman left. The
perpetually naked Jennifer was then reconnected to the wall
mounts by the whip mistress and given twenty wacks with a
paddle for every question she had missed. Jennifer felt
sorry for the dumb slaves as the whip mistress unconnected
her and led her back to her stall, still crying from the
painful paddling.
A maid came in and brought her some food which she
gratefully ate. At least this last session hadn't involved
another enema she thought as she ate. She must be getting
used to the whippings and paddlings she thought. She barely
even felt the last one. Reaching around and feeling her
scarred ass cheeks she could feel the heat though.
After eating and carefully licking the last of the food from
the plate with her long tongue she sat the dishes carefully
on the tray and put them on the shelf to the left of the
door. She then went to the toilet and release more pent up
water. After carefully wiping herself she began to wonder
what was next. She lay in her bed and quickly fell asleep.
Still groggy from sleep a maid led her out of her stall.
From the lack of light in the stable Jennifer knew that it
was nighttime. She was led down to the first level and
taken to a shower. Her shackles were removed and she was
tied to a post in the middle of a small room. The maid then
disrobed and turned on the water. She took a brush, rag and
a bar of soap and washed Jennifer's now scarred body. The
soap burned as it entered the softening whip marks.
Jennifer had to step up on her tip toes as the rough brush
was dragged across her tender ass.
Afterwards the maid dried her with a towel and reattched
Jennifer's shackles. All this without a word said between
the two girls. Jennifer made no attempt to get away,
knowing that escape was impossible and any attempt would
become a painful reminder. She was led quietly back to her
stall. Surprisingly she slept very soundly that night,
awakening sometime after sunrise. The comings and goings of
the other slaves in the stable now became routine to her and
she now longer listened to the cries and screams.
Along about mid morning Jennifer was fed something that
resembled a breakfast. That afternoon a maid came in to
remove the dishes. The maid first felt Jennifer's still
tender abdomen. Grunting the maid left with the dishes.
She soon returned with an enema bag. Jennifer took a look
at it and then got on the floor with her ass high in the
air. The maid silently filled the small two liter bag and
let the air out. She then inserted the ungreased tip into
Jennifer's tender asshole and let the solution flow in. It
was a plesant temperature Jennifer thought as the pressure
began to build. As the last of the water drained from the
bag Jennifer was wondering if she would be given two bags
full. She stayed hunched over with her ass in the air as
the maid removed the equipment and rinsed it in the sink.
Once done she left Jennifer's stall.
After quite a while Jennifer got up and sat on her bed,
moving ever so often to accomodate the pressure of the water
in her intestines as it shifted to and fro. She began to
wonder if she was supposed to let the water out. After what
seemed like a dracmar she heard the bolt to her cell being
opened. A whip mistress walked in carrying a bucket.
"Let it out in here." she instructed as she sat the bucket
on the floor.
Jennifer gratefully complied, squatting over the bucket to
release the small enema. She let it flow for a while and
worked the muscles in her stomach to help it pass. The
mistress stood leaning against the wall and watched.
"Is it all out?" she asked.
"No my mistress."
Jennifer wondered if she should have said yes. The mistress
stood and watched as the water came out in short squirts and
dribbles. She looked into the bucket to see that the water
was a dark brown.
"How about now?" the mistress asked after quite a time had
passed with Jennifer straining to get it out without further
success.
"I think so my mistress."
"Go wipe yourself." the woman instructed. She then looked
at the bucket, wrinkling her nose at the smell. She took
out a small note pad and jotted something down. Presumably
it was a measurement of how much Jennifer had managed to get
out.
Having wiped herself Jennifer stood meekly by the toilet
with her head down. The mistress walked over and poked and
prodded at her abdomen. Finally satisifed she said, "Good.
Now get some sleep."
Jennifer stood where she was until the mistress had left.
She then happily laid down, her stomach grumbling from the
enema. Tonight she would sleep on her back she thought as
she pulled the cover up to stay warm against the damp night
air of whatever planet it was that she was on.
Later that night Jennifer awoke to pee and could hear
someone screaming from the torture chambers. Knowing the
distance away that it was she knew that some poor girl was
in great pain to be heard from this distance.
As she laid back down Jennifer found it hard to go back to
sleep as she listened to the girl scream. All of the stalls
were very quiet tonight. Finally she fell off into a
nightmare filled sleep.
In the morning Jennifer awoke of her own accord and lay in
bed, wondering if things were tapering off. In the last two
days she had hardly been punished in comparison with the
first few days that she was here. Soon a slave maid, the
one whom she had watched being punished, came in and left
her some food. The maid looked at her with contempt but
didn't say anything. Jennifer wondered what the maid was
thinking but knew better than to say anything. From what
she could tell the whip mistresses had ways of listening in
on the stables.
Jennifer looked at the lunch. It looked fairly good. It
was mashed potatoes and some sort of beans. And wonders of
wonders it even included a small strip of meat. Not that
Jennifer was much of a meat eater but she realized that this
was a much better meal than she had had the whole time she
was here. She ate everything, being empty from the previous
night's enema and sopped up the brown gravy with the roll.
A cup of some sort of red liquid that was sweet completed
the meal.
Jennifer sat in her cell on the bed and was somewhat
startled by the maid that came in with more food. The maid
then looked at the empty tray and left without leaving the
second tray of food. Jennifer thought that they had
obviously got confused. She doubted that she could eat more
anyway since she was pretty full, her stomach grumbling to
confirm that.
Soon the maid returned, still carrying the second tray of
food. A whip mistress came in with her.
"Where did you get this tray?"
"A maid brought it mistress. I wasn't told not to eat it so
I ate it. I am sorry if I wasn't supposed to mistress."
Jennifer said as shyly as she knew how.
"What maid?"
"One of the maids my mistress."
"Was it the one who kicked you in the face several days
ago?" the mistress asked.
"Yes my mistress."
"Damned bitch. I wonder what she has done. Come with me.
You, bring that tray." the mistress instructed the maid to
bring the now empty tray.
Jennifer complied, beginning to wonder what was going on.
She was led out of the building across a compound. The sun
felt good as it warmed her naked body. The compound was a
lush tropically landscaped area between the several
buildings. The mistress led the way with Jennifer behind
her and the slave maid behind them, carrying the two trays.
Once inside one of the buildings the mistress led Jennifer
and the maid into a room and told Jennifer to sit and for
the maid to set the trays down and go and find the maid
called 'Trenka'.
The whip mistress left the room and soon returned with a man
following her. She looked at Jennifer's eyes and up her
nose with instruments while the man put scrapings of food
samples from the empty tray into test tubes. He then placed
the tubes into a machine and pressed buttons on it.
"Did Trenka say anything to you when she brought you this?"
the mistress asked pointing to the empty tray.
"No my mistress."
"Did she look at you?"
"Yes my mistress."
"What kind of look did she give you?"
"She looked mad my mistress."
"What kind of food was on the tray?"
"There were mashed potatoes with brown gravy. Beans. A
small piece of meat, two rolls and a glass of red juice.
Mistress." Jennifer said.
"Meat? What sort of meat?"
"It was small, no longer than four centimeters in length and
less than two wide. It was very thin. I don't know what it
was but it was not any type of bird or fish. It was very
flavorful my mistress."
"Damned bitch. Bob, I say we pump her." the mistress said
to the man who was studying the results of the machine.
"I'll have to agree with you there. Not knowing what the
meat was I have no way of testing it. All the rest of this
check out, including the cup." the man said.
"Get up on that table and lie down, face up." the mistress
instructed. She then strapped Jennifer down.
The man then took a hypodemic syringe and filled it from a
small glass jar as Jennifer watched. She then felt a stick
at her neck as the fluid was injected. Soon the room began
to spin. She was vaguely aware of a light being shined in
her face and something going into her mouth.
When Jennifer awoke she was in her stall. She had a funny
taste in her mouth that confirmed that it was not a dream.
She lay there, tired and her stomach hurting. Her stomach
hurt very badly but not the kind of pain that she
experienced with the enemas. It was more like that from
eating improperly prepared food or when she had gone hungry
for several days.
A maid came in and brought a meal to Jennifer which she was
told to eat. Several hours later another tray of food was
brought in and she was told to eat it. The next morning a
large breakfast was provided. After clearing her plate
Jennifer set the tray down on the shelf and sat on her bed.
Soon a maid entered and attached a leash to Jennifer's
collar and led her down to the fifth level of the torture
chambers. She was led into a room where the whip mistress
was waiting whom had brought her to the doctor. She was now
sure that the man was a doctor and had correctly surmised
that she had been poisoned by Trenka. As she entered the
room she was instructed to sit on a chair in the corner.
Her leash was attached to the wall. The maid departed. The
whip mistress, Bragk, by the name on her badge that Jennifer
could read, waited impatiently for something.
Jennifer looked meekly at Bragk wondering what was going to
happen to her. Soon she heard a commotion coming down the
hall. The door burst open and Trenka was dragged in by two
large men. She had her hands cuffed behind her back and
blood ran from her nose. She was cussing and screaming,
kicking and trying to bite. The two men threw her over the
rack in the room, one of the semi round ones, and tied
Trenka's legs to it. Bragk then uncuffed the still
thrashing Trenka and attached her arms down low on the rack.
The two men then departed the room.
Trenka was cussing at Bragk until the gag went in and the
device inflated. Jennifer sat and watched, knowing that she
was about to witness Trenka being punished for poisoning
her. It was little satisfaction knowing that the girl would
pay for what she did.
Bragk took a knife and cut away Trenka's thin clothes. The
slave maid now lay naked, strapped to the the rack. Next
she was given a four liter enema. Tears ran from her eyes
as the water ran in. From the pain in her face Jennifer
could tell that Bragk had put something into the enema and
that it must have been very hot. As the water was flowing
in to induce it's pain Bragk attached weighted clamps to the
maid's nipples. Tried as she could she couldn't escape the
grasp of the clamps.
Soon the bag was empty. Bragk removed the large tip and
replaced it with a plug. It was one of the larger sizes
Jennifer noticed. A blow up catheter was inserted into the
maid's uretha and inflated. Next came some sort of burning
liquid. As the maid's bladder was pumped full she wriggled
her pelvis trying to accommodate the mounting pain. Once
done the whip mistress capped off the catheter and left it
dangling. Then she attached a weight to it, pulling against
the ballon inside of Trenka's bladder. As the girl lay
there in pain Jennifer watched as more clamps and weights
were attached to the poor girls labia. Muffled cries told
of the pain.
A dildo holding belt complete with a large inflatable dildo
was brought forth. The dildo was pushed home in a single
stroke, filling the slave maid's vagina. The belt was
fastened securely running between her legs and around her
waist. The straps on it were very narrow, intended only to
hold the dildo in. Bragk brought fourth an inflator and
inflated the dildo to immense proportions. More muffled
cries issued forth from the slave maid's pain wracked body.
Finally, a large whip was taken from it's hook on the wall.
Bragk whipped the poor Trenka for a long time. Jennifer
lost count around four hundred lashes. The girl's entire
back, buttocks and thighs were red and bleeding. She had
vomited from the pain. Being gagged the vomit took the only
exit available, through Trenka's nasal passages and out her
nose. The smell was bad enough from where Jennifer was
sitting, she could imaging how Trenka must be feeling right
now.
Bragk stopped to rest, wiping the sweat from her brow. She
looked at Trenka who had passed out. Taking a syringe from
one of the cabinets she injected something into Trenka's
neck.
"This is a stimulant. It'll keep her awake." Bragk told
Jennifer.
Jennifer watched as Trenka's face was slapped. The slave
maid began to regain consciencenous. She winced at the
pain. Tears once again flowed down her cheeks. Bragk
whipped her some more and then stopped and sat down. She
then looked over at Jennifer who was watching from beneath
her brow.
"You come do this a while, I'm tired." Bragk, the whip
mistress ordered.
"Yes mistress." Jennifer said, rising from her chair. She
unclipped herself from the wall but left the leash attached
to her collar. She walked over to where Bragk sat. The
whip mistress handed her the large, heavy whip. It was made
of leather covered wire. The whip contained eleven major
tails. Each one of the tails separated into five smaller
ones some twenty centimeters from the ends. Each small tail
had a cube attached to the end. The cubes were only some
three millimeters on a face and appeared to be made of some
sort of crystal. Jennifer felt the heft of the whip in her
hand and guessed it to be nearly five kilograms. She walked
to where Bragk had been standing.
"Well she won't feel it if you don't lay it on her. Get
busy."
"Yes mistress." Jennifer said and raised the whip up. She
brought it down, missing Trenka's buttocks and hitting the
side of the rack. Before she could get into trouble she
raised it up again and stepped closer to the bound Trenka.
She brought it down again. This time the whip found it's
mark, the bloody buttocks of Trenka. The girl flinched in
pain. Jennifer set about flogging the slave maid, bringing
the whip down on poor Trenka again and again. Trenka
vomited again, the foul smelling liquid dripping from her
nose, accompinaed by spewing as she tried to clear her nasal
passages to breath.
After many, many lashes Jennifer moved down to Trenka's
legs. By aiming carefully she could make the whip wrap
around the maid's leg nearest to her. Angling just right it
would snap around and catch Trenka in the soft pubic mound.
Glancing quickly over at Bragk she saw the whip mistress
nodding approval. She continued to work her way down until
she was lashing the soles of Trenka's feet. Since Bragk
hadn't made it this far Jennifer got to witness first hand
how the whip marked skin. The tiny cubes cut in like small
blades. Finally after she had bloodied the girl's feet
Bragk told her to stop. Jennifer paused, and let the whip
fall to her side. The whip mistress went to the cabinet and
brought forth a new device that Jennifer had never seen
before.
"This is a cattle prod. It is used to urge large beasts to
go where you want them to go." Bragk said and fired the
stick sending a tiny blue spark between it's electrodes on
the tip.
Jennifer's eyes widened at the sight of it. Bragk then
removed the gag from Trenka's mouth and replaced it with a
tube shaped device. Trenka, exhausted didn't even scream.
Bragk then handed Jennifer a pair of gloves and a jar of
something.
"Put the gloves on to keep the blood off of your hands.
Then smear that on her." Bragk said and watched as Jennifer
fought with the gloves. She had never actually had on a
pair of gloves before but had seen a doctor once put them
on. It took her several tries to get her fingers into the
correct place. She then opened the jar and moved it quickly
away from her face.
Smearing the cream onto the whip cuts on Trenka, Jennifer
noticed that the girl was vomiting again. Judging from the
smell of the cream Jennifer was sure that it would hurt any
cut or delicate areas. Added to that pain the clamps were
still dangling and the enema was still stretching Trenka's
belly. The cream, at least, stopped the flow of blood.
"Good, smear it on good. It contains a blood clot forming
compound." Bragk said.
After Jennifer finished she was told to put the cream on the
counter and dispose of the gloves in the trash can. Doing
so she watched as Bragk removed the clamps from Trenka's
vagina and nipples. She then let the air out of the
catheter and removed it from Trenka's bladder. The girl
immediately released the burning liquid. Jennifer watched
as blood accompanied the urine. The dildo was deflated and
removed, along with the belt, from around Trenka's waist.
With each device being removed Jennifer could tell that
Trenka was slowly relaxing. The stimulant was still
apparently working since she was wide eyed.
Next Bragk took the prod and inserted it into Trenka's
vagina. The tip went a full twenty centimeters into the
girl. Bragk then held the trigger down as the girl spasmed
against the restraints that held her to the rack. She
vomited again. This time, however, Jennifer could tell that
her stomach was nearly empty. And since the new gag was
open the liquid went through the tube, along with a weird
sounding scream. Bragk pulled the wicked stick back some
and pulled the trigger again.
Next the whip mistress removed the prod from the slave
maid's vagina and set it on a stool nearby. She then
removed the butt plug, wriggling it and twisting it to get
it free of Trenka's spinchter muscle. Once out the water
flowed forth.
"Get that hose and rinse the floor down. It's beginning to
stink in here."
"Yes mistress." Jennifer said and took the hose off of it's
rack and turned on the faucet. She sprayed down the floor,
washing the vomit, blood and enema water down the floor
drain beneath where Trenka lay immobilized.
Bragk watched as Jennifer performed her task. She then took
a set of shackles out of a drawer and attached them to
Trenka's wrists. After this she released Trenka from the
grip of the rack. She attached Trenka's wrists together
behind her back. Next Bragk pulled Trenka off of the rack
and tried to stand her up. The girl slumped to the floor,
unable to stand. A collar was attached around her neck and
a very large leash attached to the ring in front. Next the
gag was removed. Trenka didn't say anything, perferring to
whimper at the pain she was feeling.
"On your feet slut." Bragk said, shocking the slave maid in
the breast with the prod. Trenka jumped from the pain and
slowly started to try and get up. As she stood she hopped
on first one foot and then the other as the now whipped
soles of her feet took the weight of her body. Enema water
trickled down her leg, the change in body position freeing
it from the inner folds of Trenkas intestines.
"I didn't tell you to release any more water." Bragk
barked, catching Trenka in the vagina with the prod. The
slave maid let out a shriek from the pain. She then visibly
clenched her buttocks together to stop the flow.
"Here's her leash. And here is the prod. If she doesn't do
what she is supposed to do use it. Follow me." Bragk told
Jennifer, handing her the prod and the leash. Jennifer
gingerly took the prod, and nearly dropped it, not expecting
it to be so heavy.
Bragk led the two out into the hallway and down to a shower
room. She then turned on the water and had Jennifer lead
the girl into it. Jennifer set the prod down and scrubbed
Trenka down with soap and water as instructed. The brush on
the raw skin hurt badly as Trenka began to cry. Once
finished Bragk led the two girls back up to the stable where
Trenka was chained to a wooden platform, face up. Bragk
then worked the maid over with the prod. Trenka's renewed
screams filled the room. Jennifer could see welts rising
from where the prod had touched.
Bragk then handed Jennifer a small club made of rubber.
Jennfier was instructed to beat Trenka with it. Doing as
she was told she hit Trenka with the flexible club all over.
After over a hundred blows Bragk told her to stop. Then she
was instructed to sit and watch. Having rested Bragk was
now ready to continue her punishment of the errant maid.
Taking a device that looked like a backwards clamp out of a
drawer Bragk inserted it into Trenka's vagina. She then
began cranking on the screws which opened the jaws. As it
opened it spread the slave maid's pussy quite wide. Soon
Trenka began to scream from the pain. Jennifer winced,
knowing that it must hurt as it squeezed the delicate and
sensitive vaginal tissues up against the girls pelvic bone.
Trenka's screams filled the room from the pain. Jennifer
wondered if this wasn't what she had heard coming from the
torture chambers late one night several nights ago.
After opening the stretcher device to a very wide setting
the whip mistress stopped and looked at the screaming
Trenka. Next the metal collar was removed from Trenka as
she continued to scream from her pussy being stretched so
wide. Blood had begun to trickle out from torn tissue
inside. Bragk attached a leather choker onto the maid and
began to tighten it up. Trenka's eyes began to bluge and
she started to have a hard time breathing. Bragk watched
for several seconds and backed off just a little. Trenka
could still breath but it was work. She had a hard time
deciding if she should breath or scream from the pain.
Bragk then took some small loops of thin wire and attached
them to Trenka's nipples. The wires were attached to a
small shocker device and turned on. Trenka began to twitch
at the voltage. Bragk then sat down and watched as Trenka
alternated between screaming and breathing. After quite
some time she released the choker, vaginal stretcher and
nipple wires from Trenka. She then left the room for a
while. Trenka turned her head to the side and was resting
when Bragk returned nearly two dracmars later.
Jennifer was still sitting on the stool watching as Bragk
came in. She looked at Trenka to see if the maid was
sleeping or not. Opening one of her eyes the whip mistress
was apparently satisified that Trenka hadn't passed out
again. Bragk then went to the counter and flipped the pages
on a book. "Jennfier, it says here that you haven't had an
enema in two days. Is that right?"
"Yes mistress." Jennifer answered, aware that the
situtation to which the mistress referred was about to be
corrected.
Bragk walked to where Jennifer was sitting and pulled her up
to a standing position. She then poked and prodded at
Jennifer's stomach. Walking back to the counter she opened
a cabinet and took out a small enema bag. From the looks of
it it couldn't have held more than a liter. Jennifer
remained standing, looking at the marked up body of Trenka
stretched out on the wooden platform. Bragk dug around in
the cabinet for a while and produced a large bottle of
something. She poured it into the bag and attached a hose
and tip.
"Ok honey, bend over." Bragk instructed Jennifer. Jennifer
did as she was told, bending over and grabbing her ankles.
She wondered what the liquid was. It had seemed very thick
but the bag didn't hold much.
Bragk inserted the slim, smooth tip into Jennifer. She was
surprised that it didn't hurt at all. Then the clamp was
released and she could feel something flowing in. It was
very slow moving from what she could tell. It was room
temperature and didn't burn.
When the bag was nearly empty Bragk spoke, "This is going to
feel real good. It's oil and lanolin. It'll soften you up
inside. Takes a while to work and you'll have some mild
cramping. Hold it until I get back."
Jennifer stood up and then sat in the chair as Bragk pointed
to it. The whip mistress then washed the enema appratus and
put it back into a cabinet. She was right about the enema.
It did feel good. It was just enough pressure to feel that
way and since it didn't burn Jennifer found that she did
enjoy it. Jennifer sat for a very long time wondering when
Bragk would return. The clock on the wall showed three
hours when then whip mistress came back in.
Without saying a word she went to the equipment cabinet and
brought forth something Jennifer had never seen. It looked
like a tube gag. Bragk went to the strapped down Trenka and
inserted it into the girls mouth after having to force her
jaws open. The tube was very wide. Bragk then took some
sort of glue and glued the slave maid's lips to the tube.
Jennifer watched with interest.
Next a hose was attached to the tube. The hose was some
four centimeters in diameter and was almost a meter long.
To the end Bragk attached the largest diameter standard
looking enema tip that Jennifer had ever seen. It was
designed like the regular small ones and was made of the
same grey plastic but the diameter was nearly three
centimeters. She watched with fascination, still unaware of
what Bragk was doing. The whip mistress then greased the
tip. From the look in Trenka's eyes she too didn't know
what was about to happen.
"Come over her Jennifer." Doing as told Jennifer walked
over to the platform.
"Now stand up here with one foot on either side of her
head." Bragk instructed. Jennfier stepped up onto the
platform and placed one foot on each side. She was just
beginning to realize what was about to happen. "Bend over a
little and hold your tail up." Jennifer did as instructed.
Bragk then spread Jennifer's cheeks and worked the tip into
her victim. The wide tip hurt as it spread Jennifer's ass
open. As soon as it was in she had little choice in the
matter as the oiled feces began to flow down the tube. "Now
straighten up and force that out."
Jennifer stood straight up and let the oiled, sloppy mess
travel down the tube -- straight into Trenka's mouth. The
slave maid nearly choked at the first mouth full. Since the
tube was set very deep into her mouth, nearly touching the
back of her throat she couldn't block it with her tongue.
The shit filled her mouth, forcing her to swallow to keep
from choking on it. Jennifer too didn't have any choice in
the matter as the tube holding her ass open provided a ready
exit for the oil and shit. She watched as the lumpy, gooey
mass travelled downward.
Trenka soon threw up, the contents spewing out through her
nose. She nearly couldn't breath from the shit and oil
running out. Bragk just watched and made no effort to stop
the process. "If you need to pee, go ahead." she told
Jennifer.
Jennifer thought about it for a while, and while she felt
that she could have gone a little decided to hold it in. No
sense in making Trenka even more miserable. The shit and
oil continued to flow downward. Jennifer worked her stomach
muscles trying to get it out. While the oil enema didn't
particullary hurt it didn't feel all that good by now
either, having held it for over three hours.
Bragk reached up and felt her belly, just above her pelvic
bone. "Pee. I know you have to."
Jennifer complied rather than get punished. She hoped that
Trenka would understand later. The warm urine hit the slave
maid in the face and trickled into her eyes. She closed
them tightly againt the burn of the urine. Bragk then used
her fingers to pry the maid's eyelids open and allow the
urine irrigation.
After Jennifer had stopped, Bragk then removed the extra
large tip from her anus. She gratefully closed her ass
muscles back up. Jennifer was then led back to her stall.
"Now you see what happens to errant maids. If she tries to
have any contact with you again you will tell me
immediately. Don't worry about her approaching you in your
stall again while you are alone since she is no longer going
to be a maid. She shouldn't have punished you the first
time and certainly shouldn't have tried to poison you. That
is for masters and mistresses to do. She was only a maid
and was supposed to carry out orders. Now get a good nights
sleep."
"Yes mistress." Jennifer said. Bragk looked at her.
"You have a question?"
"Mistress, will you wash me out before I go to bed.
Please." Jennifer asked, aware that the oil enema would
ooze all night if she didn't, having had received one from
her mother once.
"Sure." Bragk said.
She returned in a few minutes with a two liter bag. She
filled it with soapy water and Jennifer bent over and took
all of it without so much as a whimper. "Hold that for a
little while before you let it out. I'll be back after
while and rinse it. Anything else?"
"If it wouldn't be too much trouble mistress, may I have ten
swats with your hand?" Jennifer asked without looking up.
"Of course my dear little slave." Bragk said and gave
Jennifer five on each cheek. "More?"
"Not right now please."
Bragk left. After counting to five hundred Jennifer let out
the soapy water. Watching the toilet water she could see
the oil float to the surface. Three flushes later she stood
and walked around a bit to get the rest to come down.
A dracmar later Bragk returned. "Ready for your rinse?"
"Yes my mistress." Jennifer said and bent over grabbing her
ankles.
Bragk filled the bag with plain water and then put it into
Jennifer's eagerly waiting ass. "More spanks?"
"Ten please."
Bragk gave her the requested swats as the water was running
in. Jennifer had decided that she liked hand spankings,
especially when the enema was actually going in. "More?"
"No mistress."
"Ok then, stand up." Bragk told her. Their eyes met.
After studying the slave for a few seconds, "Lay down on the
bed." Jennifer got down on her bed carefully, face down.
"No, flip over."
After Jennifer rolled over onto her back the whip mistress
massaged her stomach muscles carefully and tenderly, working
the water around inside. "You are turning out to be a good
slave." She then carefully spread Jennifer's legs and began
licking the slaves pussy.
Jennifer had never had anyone lick her the way that Bragk
was doing. With the pressure of the enema inside she
reached orgasm quickly. Once done Bragk kissed her on the
forehead and went to the door.
"Let it out when you feel like. Good night."
"Good night my mistress."
After a very restful night Jennifer awoke with daybreak.
She lay in her bed a while before rising and letting out the
night's urine. Wiping herself and flushing the toilet she
noticed that someone had left something on the shelf during
the night. She must have been sleeping more soundly than
she realized because she was sure that it wasn't there
yesterday.
Approaching the shelf she saw that a pile of fabric sat on
the shelf. She picked it up carefully. Normally the only
things the shelf were used for was to hold her empty food
trays and the occasionaly equipment that someone would bring
in to use on her. She unfolded the fabric and realized that
it was clothes. A short skirt of a light pink fabric that
was attached with a sticky sort of catch and a thin, short
shirt were there.
Holding the items up she concluded that they must be for her
to wear, otherwise why would they be here. She put on the
skirt and noticed that it would barely extend below her
crotch. No panties were present so she thought that she was
intended to go without. She put the small shirt on and
pulled it down as far as it would go. It was a halter style
shirt and extended to just below her nipples. It wouldn't
have covered her breasts had she had any.
Later, sitting on her bunk in her new clothes the whip
mistress Sasha came in. She nodded approvingly and motioned
for Jennifer to stand up. Turning around slowly so that she
could be viewed, Jennifer was secretly happy at the apparent
elevation in her status.
"You'll make a fine slave maid. Come with me." Sasha said.
"Yes mistress."
Sasha led her outside onto the grounds and then into a
building. She had never before been in this building.
Sasha brought Jennifer to a room where several other girls
were sitting, dressed as she was. She was told to sit and
wait.
As Jennifer looked at the other girls and they looked at her
someone walked in. Jennifer realized that it was a class.
She listened intently and learned all that was being taught.
She had little doubt that she would be tested and punished
accordingly if she didn't do well.
Every day for several weeks Jennifer went to class. At
night she was brought to her stall. Every other day she was
allowed to take a shower with the other girls at school.
She was fed twice a day and the quality of the food improved
over what she had tasted the first few days that she was
there. Every third day her stomach was poked and prodded
and if she was thought to be constipated she was given a two
liter enema of plain water. Every other day she was given a
quick twenty wacks on her way to school with a paddle to
remind her that she was a slave.
From the way that the other girls sat in their chairs in the
morning and the way that the butts looked in the showers
Jennifer was sure that the received the same treatment she
did. She never asked them or tried to start a conversation
in any way. Being well trained, none of the other girls
tried to talk either.
They were shown basic reading, writing, arithmetic, cooking,
sewing, child care, grooming, laundry care and housekeeping.
In addition they were also show various videos about proper
sexual techiniques with various races. Tests were given
every evening before they went to their stalls. Not doing
sufficently well on a test resulted in a whipping in front
of the class. Jennifer, being unusually bright was only
whipped once in three weeks.
At the end of the three week class she was put into another
class. This one had higher requirments and she would
receive a whipping ever three or four days. The whipping
itself wasn't that unusual but it was embarassing to be
whipped in front of the class. Not that anyone said
anything about it to one another but Jennifer felt ashamed
to be whipped in front of all of the girls that she shared a
class with. At the end of three weeks she had learned many
things and been whipped many times. Some of the other girls
were missing from the classes from time to time. The
instructor informed the girls that the missing slaves had
been sold. Most of the girls were humanoid with only one
other that Jennifer had seen being an Alaytion.
One night in her cell a whip mistress came and was
performing her usual internal examination. Jennifer was
told to remove her clothes and to follow the mistress.
Jennifer followed with some trepidation since she hadn't
been to the torture chambers in many weeks. She wondered
what she had done wrong. She was led to a room on the first
level down and told to bend over and grab her ankles. How
unusual, she thought to be punished and not be attached in
restraint.
She did as was told while the whip mistress went over and
prepared a three liter enema. Jennifer could tell by the
color of the bag. The red ones were two liter, the blue
ones were three and the green ones held four liters.
Something was put into the bag and then it was topped off.
The mistress let the air out of the hose and attached a
medium sized tip with large openings to it. Jennifer
wondered what was going on. Normally she would receive her
cleaning enemas in her stall.
The mistress walked over and greased her asshole with
something. It tingled a little. Then the long, wide tip
was pressed against her. As she had learned she relaxed her
spinchter muscles allowing the tip to stretch her young anus
open. Once inside the clamp was released and the warm,
soapy water began to flow. The mistress hung the bag from a
high hook and left the room. She then returned with a pair
of scissors. Jennifer wondered what was in store for her as
her abdomen stretched to accomodate the hot burning liquid.
Being used to the pain she only whimpered slightly as the
bag finished emptying into her. The mistress heard the
sucking sound and closed the clamp and removed the tip.
Jennifer clenched her buttocks together to hold the liquid
in.
"Stand up." she was instructed by the mistress.
Doing as she was told she found that the water inside began
to shift, causing painful spasms. After several minutes it
settled into a more comfortable position and she was able to
hold it without too much effort. She stood with her hands
at her side, unsure what had brought about this latest
enema. The mistress approached her with the scissors and
began to trim her hair. First Jennifer's bangs were trimmed
square across the front and just above her eyebrows. Her
dark, black locks falling to the floor. Next the line was
extended around her head and curved down around her slightly
pointed ears. Then the back was squared off. Having nearly
straight, black hair it was easy enough for the mistress to
see how to cut it.
"Lean your head back." the mistress ordered and then
examined Jennifer's nostrils. She trimmed a few hairs
inside, nicking Jennifer slightly. Jennifer flinched but
the mistress didn't say anything.
"Go let that out." the mistress instructed, pointing to the
toilet in the corner of the room. Jennifer gratefully
complied. The mistress walked over and refilled the bag
with plain water. She regreased the tip and hung the bag
back on the hook. "Put this in when you are finished." the
woman said and then left the room, carrying the scissors.
Jennifer desparately wanted to know what was going on. This
was the first time ever that she had been asked to give
herself an enema. She leaned back and forth trying to get
the soapy water out. After a few minutes she wiped herself,
flushed and stood up. Her stomach, now unfolded, gurgled
and she felt another surge of trapped water rushing down
towards her anus. She stood for several minutes letting it
travel down and then sat on the toilet again, releasing the
water. After two more times like this with very little
results on the last time she decided that she had better go
and take the next enema.
After flushing the toilet she walked with some fear and
trepidation to the center of the room and the waiting bag.
She ran her hands over it's smooth surface gently, feeling
the warmth of the water inside. She felt the taut surface
of the bag, realizing that soon her stomach would feel like
this. She then ran her hand down the hose and grasped it
just behind the tip. She looked carefully at the tip, this
was the first time she had ever had a chance to examine one.
Usually she was on the receiving end.
The tip was approximately twenty centimeters in length and
it's head had an end diameter of nearly four centimeters.
It tapered quickly back to a ribbed section which was some
two centimeters in diameter. It was attached to a long,
smooth blue hose. Jennifer hunched her butt up and pushed
the tip against her anus. Relaxing she pushed it in. As
her anal muscles stretched to accomodate it she thought
about how it felt, it actually didn't feel too bad. Once
past the head her ass closed around the head, ensuring that
it wouldn't fall out on it's own. She pushed it further in,
passed the ribbed section. She pushed slowly, enjoying the
sensation of the ribs. Once in she hesitated, wondering if
she should wait a while before letting the water in. She
then turned on the clamp, realizing that she would proably
be in trouble if she wasn't already full by the time that
the whip mistress returned.
She leaned over and put her hands on her knees, allowing the
water to course into her. It was quite warm but not
uncomfortably so. She looked back at the bag several times
trying to guage just how much had flowed in. She could feel
her stomach tightening and the pressure building at about
the halfway point. When she began to have a shorter breath
she looked back and saw that the bag was nearly empty. Just
a few seconds more she told herself as the water flowed in.
Just a little bit more. Soon she heard the sucking sound
from the bag. She reached back and shut off the clamp and
remained in her folded over position with her hands on her
knees.
Now she began to wonder if she should remove the tip or not.
She thought about how it felt in her and came to the
realization that it felt ok where it was. She also realized
that she had been told to fill herself and hadn't been
specifically told to take the tip out when she was full. So
she waited, hunched over with a blue hose hanging out from
beneath her tail. She swished her tail around and realized
that the muscles that moved her tail also moved the tip
around somewhat in her anus. It felt pretty good she
decided and kept swishing her tail. All the while her
stomach grumbling from the large volume of water that she
was holding. She waited patiently for the whip mistress to
return.
After a long while she experimented with bouncing up and
down on her knees which would jiggle the solution inside.
All the while she kept swishing her tail from side to side,
stimulating the sensitive nerves in her anus from the
pressure of the tip inside.
"Feels good, doesn't it?" the whip mistress asked.
Jennfier was surprised, she didn't hear the mistress come
into the room. "Yes mistress." she answered before she got
into trouble. The mistress walked over and removed the tip.
She saw that the mistress was barefooted which certainly
explained why she hadn't heard the mistress's approach.
"Many women find that they enjoy anal stimulation.
Alaytions are particullary fond of it. Your tail muscles
run right around your anus which is why it feels so good to
you to wiggle your tail with the tip in. You can stand up
now."
Jennifer did as she was told and turned to face the
mistress. The mistress had a smile on her face. "I'll bet
you wonder what is going on, don't you?"
"Yes mistress."
"You are going to be shown to a potential buyer tomorrow.
An agent called ahead to say that a man is coming who is
interested in buying an Alaytion slave. Since we have only
six here you are going to be shown with the others.
Although we had planned on making a slave maid out of you
our plans may be delayed if a potential customer is
interested. As you have probably figured out by now our
business is trading and training slaves. We have to have
you looking your best tomorrow. For that reason you won't
be whipped tonight. But lest you think that you can get
away with something let me inform you that you will receive
double the punishment tomorrow if you screw up and are not
purchased tomorrow. You are being washed out now so that
you will be all nice and clean for tomorrow. Now go and let
that out and stand by the door when you are finished." the
mistress said and then left.
That finally explained it, Jennifer thought. So she was
being prepared for showing. She remembered months ago when
she had been cleaned up and dressed by her mother. That was
before she was bought and brought here. She hoped that the
next place she was brought to wasn't so bad as this one.
The punishment here was much worse than anything she had
received from her mother.
As she rocked from side to side trying to get the enema out
she wondered what the man would want in a girl. She wished
that there were some way that she could find out. She even
toyed with the idea of asking the mistress but decided
against that unless given the chance to talk. Several
flushes and a half a dracmar later she was sure she had
enough out to be able to hold the rest for a while and wiped
herself and went to the door.
Almost immediately the whip mistress appeared from around
the corner, still barefooted. "Well now, let's go get you
washed and cleaned up."
Jennifer was led down the hall to a shower. She was given
soap and a rag and the mistress watched to make sure she
cleaned everywhere. Next she was given shampoo to wash her
hair with. The mistress gave her more to lather up her
tail. The mistress explained that since the man was
interested in Alaytion girls specifically he was probably
going to examine her tail carefully.
After Jennifer had dried off with a towel she was led to the
next room where the mistress blow dried her hair. She was
then given a brush and shown to a mirror and told to comb it
out. Next she was instructed to brush her tail down with a
small curry brush that the mistress gave her. While
Jennifer was busy doing that the mistress trimmed her
toenails carefully and then painted them. Jennifer watched
with intense interest as the paint was applied. She had
never had her nails painted before and it was unique and new
experience for her. After combing her tail the mistress
told Jennifer to put her hands on the back of the bench that
she had had her feet on. The mistress trimmed her nails and
filed them smooth. Then a coat of paint was applied to them
too. The soft pink paint contrasted slightly with
Jennifer's dark skin but looked good. She was very proud.
Apparently her smile didn't go unnoticed by the mistress.
"You seem to approve of being cleaned up. This is good.
Now if you can project that happiness tomorrow when the
buyer is looking at you maybe you will be sold."
"Mistress, may I ask a question?" Jennifer finally had the
nerve to say. Surprised the mistress said yes.
"Can you tell me anything that I can do to help the buyer
choose me over the other girls?"
"I'm not sure. It would help if you smiled when looked at
and be very polite. Do as you are told promptly. Answer
any questions asked of you in a very respectful way." the
mistress said. She then told Jennifer to hold her hands up
and not to drag her nails against anything. Following the
mistress out into the hall she was led to another room which
was lined with clothes.
Standing in the center of the room she watched as the whip
mistress rifled through the racks of clothes, looking for
just the perfect thing. Finally the mistress brought out a
white linen outfit. It had a short skirt, although it was
longer than Jennifer's usual outfit. A top that was
slightly longer and looser fitting than her usual shirt. A
small belt went through loops in the skirt and was buckled
in the front. Jennifer got a look at herself in the mirror
and was pleased with her appearance.