Chap 3:- First steps
I was woken as usual by the night bitch giving me my morning blow job
but before it got very far I pushed it away. It was a difficult decision but
with what I had planned for today I would need everything I had to get through
it successfully. As the only human to use the serum and being in good health I
thought I would do it but it would be quite a challenge.
While I ate breakfast I resolved my plans and also got details from Carol who
had finished the last shift watching the new recruits. Most of them had spent
the night getting what rest they could. Only 3 had attempted conversation,
February, March and October and only September had responded. That did however
give me 6 bitches to question later on.
I had decided to work through all the dozen today, getting them familiar with
the 1st part of their training routine. In following days I could add other
duties while also my tutors would perform some of the tasks but today I thought
it important that they know I was in charge.
While I washed, dressed and unwound with some morning exercises the tutors got
their own breakfasts then went to visit their charges. I was able to see much
of this via the closed circuit TV and check on their performance. All was quite
adequate and pretty much standard. Although none had done this role before I
had made clear what I wanted and they were suitably trained.
On arriving at the cells they gave the bitches a few short blasts from the pain
wands. Queries as to why were answered with more pain until the inquisitive
bitches suffered, properly, in silence. They were then informed that their
tutors had a responsibility for their training and would and already had paid a
price in pain themselves for the bitch's shortcomings. It was made clear that
they were already angry at this and that further pain would be paid back in
spades, resulting in much silent nodding in agreement from the caged bitches.
They were then asked if any wanted water. Since none had drunk since they had
been woken nearly 24 hours before all were thirsty and eagerly nodded their
desire. Each was allowed out of its cage, to wait silently on all fours until a
dish was placed in front of them. Only a couple resisted for a few minutes the
order to verbally thank their master for the drink before being allowed to lap
it up. A couple of slaps with a strap reinforced the command that they were not
permitted to use their hands. This delayed matters considerably as licking like
cats were not something they were designed for or used to and no doubt
frustrated them. However, as well as being entertaining it reinforced their
helplessness. A brief toilet break was allowed then all the bitches were
returned to their cages and told to wait quietly until required. Boredom and
helplessness would play a large part in undermining them today as they would be
forced to realise they could do little or nothing.
In future things would be done systematically to enable planning of the bitches
time and get them doing other parts of their training but I had decided that the
order of play today would be random. As such I picked blindly from a set of
balls in a bowl. It was number 3 so I ordered Kathy to bring March to the
selected training room. I was able to watch it on the TV, appearing at the
cell, opening March's cage door and ordering it out. Bringing it to knees and
cuffing hands behind it. The bitch was then ordered to its feet and a leash
attached. A final warning to behave or else, accompanied with another quick jab
from the wand and it was marched out. I watched carefully April, left alone and
totally ignored to see how it would react but it just lay there quietly.
The cells were all in a corridor leading directly to the training room I was in
so it took only seconds for Kathy to arrive with it's charge. It led the bitch
to a table, stopping it with it's thighs pressed against the side then knelt to
secure it's ankles to two links attached to the tables base, about 3' apart.
This left the bitch even more helpless, unable to move to any degree and aware
of how wide it's legs were spread, both reducing its stability and exposing its
cunt.
Like all of them March was quite an attractive bitch, fairly statuesque and full
bodied without being over heavy in the breast department. It's legs were long
and firm and a well shaped arse now protruded as it sort to balance its
position. The hood hide its face but I knew the eyes were as brown as the hair
which escaped from the top slips in the mask.
After a couple of minutes silence, during which it grew more and more nervous I
spoke. "Well bitch, now it's time to start paying back your debts." It's head
turned towards me, although it could not of course see me, and those firm
breasts heaved as it took a deep breath.
"As I have told you already all you sluts have earned a sizeable number of
punishment marks". I approached and cupped its left breast, caressing it as I
read the number written there. "Over 300, you have a way to go. However now's
your chance to start paying it off." I quietly fondled its breast and plucked
fairly gently at its nipple, which despite its position started to harden. Just
as it was breathing a little heavier I spotted and removed my hand.
"Each day you will be given 30 strokes. Possibly later more but that's all you
sluts are ready for at the moment. This will be subtracted from your score and
if you behave yourself that will eventually go to nothing. Understand?" It
nodded its head once but before it got too excited by the option I gave it the
bad news. "Of course the total can go up as well as down." Given what I had
planned it probably would go up for quite a while. "For each act of
disobedience you will be punished, both directly and in punishment points which
will go onto your score."
"But" it started and I interrupted. "For instance speaking without permission
will cost you an extra 10." This shut it up quickly and I continued. "There
are other points. Each day there will be a 5 point interest charge, so to
speak. Also, each time your tit gets too congested and has to be cleaned and
the score restarted there will be a 5 point charge. So it pays double to avoid
making too many errors."
I backed off and motioned Kathy forward to demonstrate the point. It put a line
through the total on March's tit and wrote in the new score, 10 higher than
before.
"Another point is that of course slaves should be well behaved and obedient when
being punished. As such there will be a 5 point penalty if you cry out while
being punished." A short pause and I turned the knife again. "And then there
are the specials, your still due some more of them aren't you?" The last was
phrased as a question although I know its subject would depress March's moral
further. After it failed to respond in a couple of seconds. "I asked a
question bitch!" My tone was stern and my left hand reached around to grasp its
right breast, gripping it more firmly than I had earlier handled the other one.
It gasped in pain and then quickly nodded vigorously. I gave the breast another
firm squeeze then let go. "Another 8 so 4 more today." It nodded reluctantly.
"You may speak to ask for them bitch."
It hesitated for a few seconds, then gulped and quickly said "Please master,
punish me." "What was that bitch. You rambled so quickly I didn't catch what
you said." It repeated the words, louder and more steadily, with a definite
quiver in its voice.
"Before that, is there anything else you should say?" I asked. This surprised
it and it hesitated. A couple of times it opened its mouth and I saw its tongue
flicker out nervously. It was uncertain what to say or whether to say anything.
A further pause and it decided it was best to say nothing and shook its head
nervously. "Are you sure?" I asked. It paused, thought again and considered
speaking but again decided discretion was the safer option.
"You would of course recognise it as your duty to report any disobedience by a
bitch wouldn't you?" At this point it realised what I was aiming at and licked
its lips nervously then said "Master.. Last night I spoke with"
The slap to its face stopped it, more by surprise than pain as it was quite
light and the hood would have moderated the blow. "Too late slut. You would
still have been punished if you had reported your sin but your penalty would
have been less. As it is, for a 2nd offence so soon after the 1st I must take a
harder line." I paused in thought but noticed its mouth open again. I waited
but it had the sense to say no more.
"You will get another 12 specials and 50 normal. Will that teach you to obey
orders?" I saw its head sway in reaction then, when it did not respond further
I said. "That was a question!" Its head jerked in sudden fear and the mouth
opened as if to speak. It gained control then nodded numbly.
"Right, prepare for the next four to your tits." I said and Kathy in response
moved behind it to grasp its shoulders and grip it firmly to prevent movement.
I walked slowly over to the rank holding the equipment and took my time
selecting a crop and carefully gave it a couple of practice swings. Allowing
the tension and the slave's fear to increase I moved quietly back to the table
then swung suddenly. It might have got a brief warning from Kathy tightening
its grip but a loud cry exploded from its lips as the crop dug deeply into its
breasts, deforming the flesh by the weight of the blow. It tried swinging
backwards, partly from the impulse of the blow partly to escape the direction of
pain but Kathy held it firmly, preventing any major movement. The bitch, bound,
held, unable to see and undoubtedly in agony was only able to wait for the next
blow. I did not keep it waiting long and its breasts throbbed again while the
left one was caught directly across the nipple. This time Kathy was forced back
a step by the withering of the slut in its anguish. It took a few seconds to
steady itself and moved forward again, gripping its target more tightly. March
was still withering slightly so the 3rd blow hit more across the top of its
breast but still brought another scream although its voice seemed to be fading
somewhat. I took my time with the final blow and managed to catch both nipples
in the same swing bringing a hoarse cry from the bitch. Kathy let it go with a
small push and the bitch wavered for several seconds then finally fell forward
with a despairing cry. This was cut short as it landed on its already tortured
boobs with an audible thud, bringing a strangled sob from its throat. It lay
there for several seconds sobbing and moaning, its bound arms threshing behind
it, which only worsened its discomfort. I gave it a few seconds then slapped
its arm firmly to attract its attention and said "Shut up and lie still." It
moaned a bit more but quieten down to a low mutter.
Kathy knew what was coming and had already assumed the position, arms folded
behind it and eyes closed. I waited for its magnificent breasts to rise with an
intake of breath and swung, the crop embedding itself deep into her orbs. It
gave a guttural cry, only partially keeping things under control and stepped
back a bit. The breasts heaved as it breathed in, a red line already cutting
across them, and it stepped back into position. I moved slightly and struck
again. This time an upwards swing bounced the breasts upwards and they wobbled
for several seconds while a long moan of pain erupted from its throat. I
noticed a tear coming down its cheek as it sought to control the pain then
another sob as I hit the final blow. It staggered again before stepping back,
obviously forgetting it had taken all 3 blows. After a couple of seconds it
seemed to realised there were no more and opened its eyes, saying in relief
"Thanks you Master."
I gave it a few more seconds to recover then handed it the crop to put away and
turned back to March. An hand tugged and pulled out some hair, twisted around
it to get a firm grasp and lifted its head back. It cried out and struggled but
as I continued to lift it managed to get flex its body and finally get vertical
again.
Letting go of its hair I ran a finger across one of the welts cutting across its
breasts, bringing a sharp intact of breath I said "Don't you have something to
say bitch?" It gasped, shivered then its breasts rose under my fingers as it
breathed in and finally said "Thank you master."
"For what?"
"For punishing me master." A pause and it sensed something more was required.
"For punishing me for my disobedience." A couple of seconds and it concluded
with a belated "Master."
"That's better bitch. It you behave then only four days and you willn't have to
do this again OK?" It was phrased as a question but clearly a statement.
Reminding the bitch it had to go through this at least another 4 times it
groaned and its head sank. I continued touching the welts, its boobs shivering
beneath my fingers in response to the pain from even that light pressure. "Will
you be so talkative in future?" I asked. It opened its mouth but a finger from
my other hand across its mouth reminded it and it shook its head briefly.
"That's better. If you learn some manners now you will find things a lot
easier." Not true as I was going to step up the pressure in the days and weeks
to come up but easier than they would be if it kept misbehaving.
After another minute I said "Right, now down on your belly." It groaned in
disbelieve and I reminded it. "Your still got your other punishment points to
come."
It bent over, attempting to lower itself down but with hands bound behind it
this would be difficult if it was not already tired. With a despairing cry it
lost balance and fell, landing with a muted thud and less muted cry as its
battered breasts again took the weight of the impact. It gasped and shuddered
for a few seconds before relaxing, trying to ease the pressure as it realised
its moving was tormenting her breasts further.
Kathy knelt down on the other side of the table, picking up the lease which had
been running down the bitches back to keep it out of the way. It rotated the
collar to bring the lease to the front of March's throat then pulled it down to
tied around a hook at the base of the table. This further restrained March in a
head down position so it was totally defenceless and also ensured that its upper
weight was pulled down onto its breasts.
While kneeling down there it spoke briefly to March. Reminding it that it would
pay for the pain Kathy had taken because of its disobedience and warning it not
to earn its tutor any more. As it rose a hand briefly moved to stroke March's
left breast to emphasis the point.
I let it stand and move to one side to watch. Meanwhile I had move over to
check briefly through the rack of straps and picked a fairly simple one, plain
leather, with no hooks or studs. I cracked it a couple of times in the air,
both to practice my stroke and to increase the bitch's fear. Then I approached
and lay if across March's back and arms, stroking its buttocks with an hand
while I said "Ready bitch, remember to stay quiet, understand." It had jumped
slightly at the initial touch and fearfully nodded its acceptance. I lifted the
belt, stepped back, flexed it, cracked it one more time in the air and then
waited a few more seconds, letting the tension build further.
The 1st blow landed with a loud slap across its rump and brought a startled yelp
from the slave. I pulled my hand back, watching the welt start to raise across
its cheeks and said "I said be quiet bitch!" It moaned nervously and tried to
brace itself for the next blow. For the next couple, other than a sharp intake
of breath, it actually stayed quiet. However I was aware that the blows, as
well as the direct pain to its rear, were jerking its entire torso, which I knew
must also be hurting its breasts as they were ground on the metal plate on which
the bitch laid. The 4th blow extracted another cry and I followed up quickly
with the 5th prompting a louder cry. I stopped and said "I've been generous
bitch but this is your last chance. Any more noise and you pay the penalty."
It moaned quietly and braced itself but I knew there was no way it would stay
quiet. My arm swung back further as I put my fully weight into the 6th blow and
its body jerked in agony as a clear scream was extracted.
"Right!" I snarled. "Gag the disobedient bitch." My anger was more to
frighten it more, the extra 5 blows it would earn as a result was probably the
least of its worries if it actually thought about it. Kathy lifted its head as
far as the leash would allow and forced a ball gag into its mouth, then tied it
tightly around the bitched head. It moaned and twitched in complaint until
Kathy slapped it and then lay there quietly.
I gave a few seconds breather then 5 more blows, hard and fast. The slave
squirmed helplessly and jerked with the pain of the blows while its rear became
criss-crossed with welts. A minutes break to rest my arm and catch my breath
and I started again, laying into the bitches arse as hard as I could. Kathy was
watching closely and towards the end of this second 10 moved forward to briefly
wave a vial of ammonia under its nose, causing it to jerk in suddenly discomfort
and cough for a couple of seconds but bound as it was it could do nothing to
escape. Again I took a short break then gave it the final ten. By the end its
rear was red, welted and already starting to bruise and possibly seeping blood a
little.
I tossed the belt to Kathy to put away and moved forward to examine my work. My
hand roamed over its rear as the slave twitched and shook, even the light touch
undoubtedly causing it much pain. I pretended otherwise say, "That wasn't so
hard was it?" Gagged as it was it could say nothing and only an unintelligible
mumble and the slight shaking of its head came in reply. It stopped even this
fairly quickly as even that minimal motion was obviously painful.
Kathy, knowing what was to happen next had returned to my side with a 6" dildo.
I took it and allowed her to remove March's gag. Its head sagged and some
saliva dribbled out as it gasped desperately for air. I grabbed its hair and
pulled its head as high as the restraints would allow, until its hooded eyes
were facing forward. As it grimaced in pain I slide the dildo into its open
mouth and continued to push as it started to gag. Holding it in with one hand I
slapped it lightly on the head with the other to get its attention. "Quiet
bitch and behave. The punishment is over for now if you behave. You're just
got other aspects of your training to work on."
It shook its head slightly as if it clear it then lay still, struggling to
breath around the dildo down its throat. "You are to hold this here. Do NOT
drop it, under any circumstances. Understand!" It nodded weakly then clumsily
gripped the dildo between its lips and teeth. "You will find it beneficial it
you wet it but the key thing is not to drop it." Again it nodded weakly and
gave a small moan, guessing why I said that.
I stepped back and stood quietly for a few seconds, checking it was holding the
dildo OK and letting it wonder over what would happen next. Then quietly
strolled to the head of the table and pulled down my shorts. Kathy was already
on its knees and quickly swallowed my cock, which was already swelling. Her
training and the exercise I had already done, as well as the sexual expectation
I was already feeling meant that I was quickly reaching full erection. It was
quite an effort to actually stop thrusting and tap Kathy quietly to remind it to
pull back. It did not bother to dry my cock as it would normally do but instead
quickly reached for a condom, which it slide over my cock. This was not a
question of heath. The serum protected me against all know diseases and the
case of chlamydia that a couple of the bitches had had when they arrived were
already largely cleared up by antibiotics. It was more a matter that any
pregnancy would complicate matters.
March would have heard some vague sounds but probably not much it could
distinguish given its preoccupation with its own plight. Therefore the 1st it
would have know would be when my hands grabbed its upper thighs and pulled them
even further apart than they were tied. A muffled scream of surprise and fear,
as it realised what was going to happen then the tip of my cock touched its
lips. A brief pause while I checked alignment then I thrust forward, deep into
its cunt.
It screamed in both pain and terror and I heard Kathy slap it loudly and shout
"Don't you dare drop that you bitch!" reminding it of its instructions. Given
how much pain it had suffered and hence the aversion to disobeying and suffering
further punishment this may have had some impact. In many ways it was a sadists
dream. The slave was already in considerable agony, bound and blindfolded,
totally helpless. Fucking it forcibly would in itself cause considerable pain
as without foreplay and with fear keeping it tense it was dry. At the same time
I was making vigorous contact with its already battered arse while the motion
was shaking the rest of its body, grinding its tits against the table on which
it rested. Furthermore, while it probably expected rape given the
circumstances, having it actually occur was another matter totally. As I thrust
inside it my hands gripped tightly on its hips, pulling it deeper onto me. I
heard it screaming and that helped bring me over the edge. Briefly I pumped
inside it then collapsed with release, bringing another cry of anguish as my
weight landed on its torso.
I rested for a minute or so, on such a comfortable and warm mattress, hindered
only by its arms crushed between us. Then, bracing my hands on its upper back I
lifted myself up, simultaneously bringing another gasp from it as this ground
its tits harder into the table. I caught my breath, resting there for a couple
of minutes then pushed again to lift myself up and stepped backwards, pulling my
spent penis out of it. Looking down briefly I noticed that the latter stage of
the fuck had been lubricated with some of its blood, which stained the condom.
Walking around the table to the bitch's head I noticed it had stopped screaming
and lay exhausted and sobbing, its head hanging desolately over the end of the
table. Also that the dildo lay forgotten on the floor. Bending down I picked
it up and tapped the side of its head with it. "Bitch, what were you told!"
It sobbed for a couple of seconds and then said "You raped me. Why did you
Aaah!"
I slapped its head hard and said "Don't lie bitch. By definition I can't rape
you, you stupid slut."
My reaction surprised it I believed and it stopped crying for a few seconds,
wondering how I could make such a statement. Before it could ask I explained.
"You're a slave slut. To rape you would be to use you without your owners'
permission. As your owner I can hardly use you without giving my own consent
can I now?"
"But, but, I'm not Ooh! "
I hit it again. "I thought a certain slut said it wasn't going to speak without
permission again? That's bad enough but when you start lying about your master
that takes the limit. How much pain do you want bitch!"
"No, please, no more ple... Aaah!"
That blow was followed by silence, as it dare not say any more. I waited a
couple of minutes then spoke again. "I'll be generous bitch. I am going to
have to punish you for disobeying, both dropping your gag and speaking without
permission. However I will settle for 100 punishment points rather than any
specials. That's if you apologise for your behaviour and lying and thank me for
my generosity."
It opened its mouth to speak, probably in outrage, but fear kept it silent.
After a short pause a loud sob broke from it then it stuttered "Please master,
your slave apologises for its behaviour." It paused for a moment then, after a
deep intake of breath continued "I shouldn't have called you a rapist master."
It sobbed again, loudly, "Please master, forgive your humble slave."
"You accept you are my property to do with as I wish?" I demanded.
It paused for several seconds until my hand stroked across its shoulder towards
its breast and its resistance broke like a dam. "Yes master. Use me as you
will. Only please don't hurt me any more, please."
A couple of fingers jabbed into its breast, not hard but enough to make it
squeal anyway. "What kind of slave makes demands?"
It sobbed again, "Please master, please." Then "Master, use your slave as you
desire."
"Of course I will. That's what you exist for isn't it?"
"Yes master, to be used as you wish." It seemed to be totally broken.
"That's better. You're nearly finished for today. Just a couple of last stages
and you can go back to your cage. I've a busy day today and if you behave you
willn't have anything to do until you eat this evening."
"Thank you master, thank " It stopped when I placed a hand over its mouth
reminding it that it should not speak.
"That's better, you will be quiet this time, willn't you?" It nodded, almost
eagerly.
"The next stage will hurt a bit but is for your own good. You're going to
behave now aren't you?" It shivered in fear, knowing something unpleasant was
coming but after a short pause nodded cautiously.
"You didn't lubricate your gag as I suggested but I'll find an alternative
option." It moaned at the idea of having the dildo stuck inside its tortured
cunt but quickly became silent and waited nervously.
I moved over to a side table, which held some containers and opened one. The
dildo was ducked into the mustard and swirled around until it was well coated.
Carefully holding it to minimise dripping I moved behind the bitch, making
enough noise to make sure it knew I was there. It tried responding, spreading
its legs a bit more and exposing its cunt to get things over with.
Kathy however knew what was planned and had moved quietly to one side and then
pounced quickly. Its hands grasped March's cheeks and spread them firmly.
While the bitch jerked in shock and discomfort I moved the dildo forward and
pressed it again the bitches puckered hole and began to push it inside.
"No!" it howled then screamed again as the dildo pushed inside it. There was
initial resistance by its sphincter muscle but with another cry that was forced
aside and I was able to thrust the 6' rod virtually all the way in. While one
hand held it in place the other extracted a key from my pocket and inserted it
into the protruding end of the rod. A quick twist and the springs were
released, expanding the rubbery section part of the way into the bitch's arse
beyond the sphincter. As such it would make it impossible to remove the butt
plug without ripping its arse apart.
I stepped back and watch as the bitch withered weakly for a form seconds then
lay still, panting faintly.
"That served two purposes bitch. I'm no fan of anal but realise that you need
to be trained in it in case a future owner wants to bugger you. Also it removed
any danger of you fouling your cage. Or do you really want to have to clean up
after yourself? Not to worry. It hurts a bit at the moment but you will get
used to it soon."
It made no response, whether because it dare not or because it was too racked by
pain, I didn't know or particularly cared. I gave it a couple of minutes them
moved again to stroke its head and pat it gently, like a favoured pet. "There's
only one more step then you can have a rest. Nearly finished."
"What more do.. " I silenced it with my hand again. "I thought you had learned
to behave!" I said with anger and frustration. It moaned and shook its head,
started to open its mouth again then waited in despair.
"All you need to do is clean up after yourself. Just a case of being tidy. And
you even get a tasty snack in the process."
It gave a groan, guessing what I meant but just wishing things to end. Also
that would be far less painful and disgusting than much of what it had suffered
already. As such when I lifted its head it opened its mouth without objection,
its tongue hanging out although more probably from exhaustion than any passion.
I moved my hips forward and its lips closed on my cock, then recoiled briefly at
the taste of its blood.
Under my instructions it briefly sucked my cock then I pulled back while it
cautiously used its teeth to grip the end of the condom and slowly pull it off
and into its mouth. It grimaced when I ordered it to chew and swallow but
obeyed and even smiled briefly when I ordered it to express its pleasure at the
meal. I then ordered it to open wide and clear down my cock completely. After
doing this is started to suck and I could feel myself starting to rise again.
However I pulled out quickly, aware that I was facing a long day. It groped
blindly with its tongue for a couple of seconds then relaxed back for a moment.
I saw it tense up again and suspected it was worrying about what would happen
next.
I patted it gently on the head and said "Good slut. That wasn't too hard was
it." Some of the tension went out of its shoulders. "Now you can return to
your cage until teatime and just plan on performing better tomorrow."
I moved around to its side, at the end of the table and motioned Kathy forward.
It crouched down and undid the leash and I grabbed March's hair and helped it
rise. I didn't yank hard as my intent was to help it get up, deciding a touch
of kindness rather than more pain was the best tool at the moment. It rose
painfully to its feet, which were still bound, spread wide, although Kathy was
reaching to untie them. Once this was done it moaned as it stretched with
relief although nearly overbalancing as exhaustion and still being bound it was
restricted in its movement.
The bitch looked beautiful, with its breasts and arse really marked, coated with
bruises and welts and visibly in considerable pain. Much of its carcass was
coated with sweat. As I walked behind it the end of the butt-plug was visible,
peeking out between its cheeks. As it took a step back from the table I could
see its cunt, the hairs stained with streaks of blood. It was impossible to
resist just running a hand over its cunt and slipping the ends of a couple of
fingers inside. It jerked in surprise but then stood still, even spreading its
legs a bit to allow better access. I knew this was more fear of anger if it
defied me rather than any actual desire for contact. However after a couple of
minutes, with three fingers now several inches inside it and my thumb gently
caressing its clit I could feel its cunt walls starting to throb rhythmically
and some of its juice starting to flow. At this point I stopped, pulling out my
hand and moving it to the bitch's upper lips. It had moaned in frustration but
I said "If you had behaved I might have let you come. Possibly next time! Now,
clean up your mess." On feeling my hand it opened its cocksucker and licked it
clean. "Good bitch." I said as I lifted my hand, drying it on the bitch's
hair.
I stepped back and said to Kathy. "Right. Finished with it for today. Mark it
up and take it back to its cage." Kathy presented me with a piece of paper
recording the changes in March's punishment level and I did a quick mental
check. Take away 30 for the strokes it had received, plus quite a lot more for
various infractions and I nodded. Kathy crossed out the existing total,
bringing a small shiver from March at the sudden contact, then scrawled on the
bruised and battered orb the new total. It placed the felt tip pen to one side
and picking up the leash gave it a quick tug and ordered "Come."
I watched March stagger off with a smile. Its jerky walk was partly its various
aches and pains but mostly I suspected the butt-plug pushing deep inside its
bowels. It would get used to the discomfort and become more mobile in time but
I was determined that it would get every opportunity to. I watched on the TV,
which I switched back on, as it was led to its cell and then directed down to
its knees, arms untied and then going down to hands and knees to enter its cage.
I turned back to a side table, noticing with surprise that the spell with March
had lasted about 90 minutes. Damn I thought. There's still 11 of them to go.
It's going to be a long day.
Reaching the bowl I rustled the balls, careful to look away then selecting one.
Looking at the number I thought for a minute and picked up a master control. A
quick jab sent a short electric shock to my target and Carol arrived a couple of
minutes later. I said "Fetch October" and it turned and headed towards the
cells.
