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I patiently waited till their sobbing finally died away. I listened as they whispered words of comfort and encouragement to one another. At last they were quiet, with the exception of intermittent whimpers and moans of pain testifying to the extreme discomfort of their stretched bodies. It was time to get back to work. I had to repress a smile as I saw the anxiety the mere sound of my approach now occasioned.
During the course of our first session together I had grown thoroughly tired of the sound of Mom's voice. I pressed up in front of her and smiled as I looked into her eyes. With no warning she hocked up a gob of spit and expelled it in my face. Still smiling, I carefully gathered it from my cheek and smeared it evenly over her own face. I then slowly unfastened the ankle length skirt she was wearing and let it drop around her ankles. Taking a handful of her panties I tore them loose from her with a powerful jerk. I then pinched her nose until a lack of air forced her mouth open. I returned her gesture by hocking an even larger gob of my own saliva into her yawning mouth and then stuffing it with her torn panties until her cheeks bulged. I gave her face a couple of mocking little pats and left her hanging there while I went to attend to the youngster.
My teenaged captive's pretty face was tear stained. Her poor eyes were all puffy and red from crying. She watched me fearfully and fresh tears started streaming silently down her cheeks. With one hand I cradled her chin and with the other released the vice clamp from her hair. I gently lowered her head and she gave out a long, grateful groan of relief. I had just given her a gift of pleasure. After the stick comes the carrot. I would be kind to her now while all her little boos boos healed. As I unfastened her wrists and ankles I crooned sweetly to her in the tone one uses to sooth a child.
"There. There. No more pain for Baby Pussy today. I am going to take care of you."
I helped her roll onto her back. Her joints were so stiff that she could barely move them. I fetched a cold bottle from the fridge. I supported her head while she drank thirstily. I had to caution her to drink slowly twice. The drink was laced with protein supplements and a mild muscle relaxant. I continued to comfort her while the mixture took effect.
After a bit I got her off the table and standing, taking care to avoid the wet souvenir she had left on the floor. With my arm around her shoulders I ushered her past her Mother's worried eyes. Whatever protests the woman was making were effectively muffled by her gag. The teenager hobbled along beside me on her bruised feet, hugging her arms around herself in a pathetic attempt to cover her girlish breasts. As her mother watched helplessly, we disappeared through a rear door into yet another area of the Quonset hut.
Here in the very rear of the building I had constructed a block of four identical cells.
Set into each wall of the cellblock was the door to one cell. A prisoner entering or leaving would have no idea that there were three other cells adjacent to their own. The walls were padded and soundproofed similar to the units used to lock down violent mental patients. Along a wall in each cell a solid six by three foot block with a thin pad covered in naughahyde served as a bunk. I had provided a single wool military blanket. The toilets were Japanese style, a hole in the floor with two raised surfaces for the feet. There were no windows. A sane person spending much time in this ten foot square room could easily go mad.
Inside one of the units I led the girl to the bunk and helped her stretch out. The muscle relaxant had kicked in and she lay there limply, no longer making any effort to cover her nudity. I left the cell briefly and returned with a pan of hot water, a towel and a soft washcloth. I sat down beside the girl and still talking to her in soothing tones, began to bathe her. The effect of the combination of her physical and emotional exhaustion coupled with the medication I had given her had rendered her totally passive. The feel of the warm water and the downy soft cloth soon caused her to drift off to sleep. She had momentarily escaped the pain of her new reality.
With the towel I patted her dry. As she lay there I studied her again, noticing for the first time a sprinkle of faint freckles across the bridge of her nose. It was refreshing to see a young girl with no body piercings other than the tiny holes in her earlobes. I leaned over and pulled one of those lobes into my mouth and lightly chewed on it. I bit down a trifle harder and was rewarded with a faint moan from her sleeping lips.
I sat up again and after a moment began toying with the girl's nipples, flicking them until they became turgid. It amused me to sit here molesting the girl in her sleep while the mother hung helpless and fretting nearby.
No doubt all sorts of terrible fears were racing through Mom's frantic mind. I was counting on it. Giving her imagination time to run wild was the reason I was delaying my return to her. While I was thinking about her next ordeal my fingers had absently begun dabbling just inside the lips of her daughter's cunt. I noticed what I was doing when I felt the young vixen begin to secrete. In short order her virgin purse had become quite juicy. Apparently she was a sexual little thing by nature. My, my, I thought, the things we discover along the way. I decided that it was time to go and break the mare to the bit and saddle. Reluctantly, I pulled my fingers from the filly's squishy little box and licked her dew from them. Hmm, tasty indeed, I decided.
I departed her cell, locking the door behind me. I flicked a switch beside the door that activated a microphone and video monitor hidden in the ceiling. This quiet little interlude with Baby Pussy had refreshed me. I headed toward my last task of the day with a light heart, even practicing a few Salsa steps as I went.
Needless to say Mom was still hanging around. I lowered the overhead winch slightly until she could stand flatfooted again. She couldn't thank me of course but a minute sigh of relief escaped her in spite of her mouthful of panties. With little difficulty I attached another pair of lined cuffs to her ankles. She made a feeble attempt to kick me but she was just too worn down for it to be effective. A line from another suspended pulley was made fast to the left ankle cuff and soon I was hauling on it and watching her left leg rise. When her sneakered foot was about the same height as her head I tied it off. Now she was naked from the waste down, with her cunt gaping, and struggling to balance on her right leg alone.
Satisfied, I went and retrieved the buggy whip. I was thoroughly pleased with her wild-eyed look when she saw it in my hand. I placed a folding chair in front of her so I could be comfortable while I gave my standard lecture. I sat with my elbows on my knees, holding the whip loosely. She eyed the tip of it nervously as it bobbed teasingly just below her spread crotch.
"Now, you brainless cunt, listen to what I have to tell you. You have been very noisy and abusive ever since you woke up and found yourself hanging here. Your noise making days are over."
I punctuated my words with a tap from the whip to her open pussy causing her to hop on her one leg.
" From now on you will speak only when spoken to. My name is Sir. That will be the last word of every utterance I allow you to make. Nod that you understand!"
A slightly sharper tap with the whip and she nodded frantically.
"When you spit in my face, it showed great spirit. I appreciate spirit in a person. You are no longer a person though. You are a slave. Slaves may not have spirit. Nod that you understand."
Again even harder with the whip between the lips of her pussy and she once more nodded violently. I decided she understood about speaking with out permission so I went her and pulled the damp panties from her mouth and threw them in the trashcan.
" Rebecca and Erica have ceased to exist. Once you have both been properly trained you will be delivered to your owner and Mistress. If she wishes you to have a name she will give you one. Until then you will answer to Cowcunt and your daughter will be referred to as Baby Pussy. Nod that you understand."
I got an immediate nod but I snapped the whip up between her legs anyway. The meat between her labial lips had gone from pink to bright red.
" Beyond the rule of silence there is only one other rule. It is that you shall instantly obey any order given you. If I tell you to bark like a fucking dog, you will bark until you are told to stop. What ever I tell you to do you will do immediately and without question. Tell me that you understand the two lousy rules, Cowcunt!"
Naturally, she just began to busily nod in the affirmative. I leaped up and flung the chair across the room.
" WHY ARE YOU FUCKING NODDING, COWCUNT?" I screamed in her ear.
I took the whip and beat a tattoo on her exposed cuntmeat. She screamed madly as she hopped crazily about in a vain effort to escape my busy whip.
" I SAID TELL ME YOU UNDERSTAND. I DIDN"T SAY NOD, YOU BRAINLESS COWCUNT!"
"I UNDERSTAND! I UNDERSTAND THE TWO RULES!" she yelled.
Again I laid it on with the whip, fast and furious. She screamed so hard that her vocal chords gave way. In her ridiculous attempts to dodge the whip she lost her balance and her one leg collapsed. Finally she hung there like a gutted chicken. Drool poured from her slack mouth and all she could do was whine weakly. Whatever spirit she'd had was well and truly broken. All that remained for me to do was to strip her of what little self-esteem she had left. Once the last shreds of her dignity went into the trashcan with the rest of her shit, I could begin to re-invent her. I went to her and lifted her head by the sad remains of her French twist. I waited for her gaze to finally focus and calmly corrected her,
"That should have been ' I understand the two rules, Sir'."
It took a moment for her to gather her wits, but eventually she managed to choke it out,
" I understand the two rules, Sir." She gasped, weakly.
"That's a good Cowcunt." I praised her, as I stroked her sweat-damp hair.
With my knife I sliced the two strings supporting my broken, little puppet and she collapsed in a heap. I decided to let her lay there for bit until her circulation was restored.
I felt the need to celebrate with some more music. Soon the sound of violins filled the room. I had chosen a concerto by Tchaikovsky as a suitable accompaniment for the day's finale. I felt she'd had enough of a rest. I prodded her with the toe of my boot.
" Come on Cowcunt! Up with your lazy ass! Come on, up on your hands and knees."
Painfully, she obeyed me. I could see that every movement was excruciating to her aching shoulder joints. I noticed with great glee that she kept her knees well apart in an effort to alleviate the pain in her tenderized pussy.
" Now, Cowcunt, I want you to crawl over there to that trashcan. When you get there, I want you to strip off everything you are still wearing and throw all of it away."
With her head lowered she began to crawl. A slight wave of the whip sent her scurrying across the tiles at a far more entertaining pace. Her sweater, bra and her socks and sneakers were soon discarded. As I was inspecting her nakedness, I noticed the glint of a ring on her finger. The ring her dead husband had given her. I made her throw that away as well and watched her weep as she did it.
" Okay, Cowcunt, crawl over to that mess your daughter made on my floor and clean it up."
I followed behind her, enjoying the view of her waving ass as she crawled across the floor. When she reached the puddle of her daughter's piss, she looked back at me inquiringly.
"What are you waiting for?" I asked her.
"What shall I use to clean it up with, Sir?"
" Use your fat cow tongue, you dumb twat." I ordered her.
For the briefest instant I saw her consider refusing. Then she saw me still toying with the handle of my whip. Her shoulders sank in defeat and she slowly lowered her mouth to the puddle. I watched entranced as her tongue emerged and she began to lap the urine from the floor. Several times she started to gag but her stomach seemed to settle and soon she was able to proceed without retching.
The sound of her slurping up all that piss turned me on. Over the course of my time with these two I had developed a considerable amount of sexual tension. I determined that I was due some release. I pulled my cock from my trousers and fell to my knees behind her. I seized her by the hips and sank myself in her to the hilt. My sudden thrust into her tender, bruised cunt caused her to go berserk. As she squealed and bucked beneath me I almost came uncunted. I grabbed a fresh handful of her ass with my left hand and hung on while with my right I began wailing the other cheek for all I was worth, the whole while sawing in and out of her with abandon.
When I felt her quit fighting me, I let go of her ass and pushed her face back down into the piss.
" Keep lapping, you filthy cow!" I commanded.
With a shudder, she resumed lapping up the puddle and at the same time began to rock her ass back into me. She was totally degraded now. On her knees before me with her cunt full of cock and her mouth full of piss. I owned her completely now.
I slowed my rhythm to match the swaying strains of the violins and had a lovely, leisurely fuck and eventually came inside her hot tunnel with great gusto. I arose at last to survey her after the fact. Her tongue was still working tiredly at the tiles.
"Enough. You may stop now. Unless of course you are still thirsty?"
She pulled her tongue back into her mouth and averted her eyes. I took up the whip and poked and prodded her until I had her in a pleasing position. I made her kneel forward with her forearms flat and her cheek pressed against the still slimy tiles. I made her arch her back and raise her ass for me, while keeping her knees wide. As I final touch I holstered the handle of the buggy whip in her rectum. I left her kneeling there, with my cum dribbling down her inner thighs and her face soaked in her daughters piss.
I felt fairly knackered, what with all my strenuous endeavors, so I settled back into the comfort of my recliner for a well earned rest. I sipped some more of my favorite wine while the violins played on and the buggy whip waved slightly with her breathing.
(To be continued)
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