Calendar Girls

Chap 12:- July's Inspection 

Notes:

1) While the most of this chapter is predominately physical the central second is more wordy.  It involves playing with the slaves mind and hopes and fears.  I think it fits in with the wider story well but if you find that sort of thing boring you might want to skim through it.

2) As readers probably know by now I like to keep as close to reality as practical - when reality includes my depraved fantasies!  However one divergence coming up in this chapter, although it would only be noticeable to those people who know the group the slaves come from and have identified at least some of them.  A 3rd of the models on which the slaves are based has gone silicon.  The other two have already been factored into the story and they will find it has nasty results when they get treated with the serum.  [Well, nasty for them, which means fun for the rest of us :)].  I'm going to maintain consistency with the earlier chapters however by ignoring the new growth, especially since the slut involved is September and I've already mentioned her limited cleavage several times.  [If you are living in Britain and still uncertain about who they are based on that's a clue for you!]

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I allowed the bitches a couple of hour's rest while I had tea and then a short session with Janine.  It was still quite early, about 8pm, when Jane brought July into the training room.  It was walking slowly and obviously still very tired.  Probably also nervous about the fact it was being called in after the other sluts had been caged for the night.

Jane positioned it against the table, cunt forward, pushed its legs further apart then knelt to one side to chain the ankle.  I moved forward and felt July tremble as my hands grasped its tits.  I did not grip too tightly, although it probably hurt give the state of the bitches tits already.    The sides were yellowing nicely as the bruises started to heal but the breasts were both divided by the red welts from the cane this morning.  Also, while the darker flesh of its areola made it more difficult to see I was fairly confident that the clamps had left some excellent bruising.

I noticed it had obviously learnt a little as although it shuddered it didn't try resisting or complaining..  I was being relatively gentle, by my standards, rubbing and pinching lightly and by the time Jane had tied both ankles its tits were starting to respond, beginning to harden.  I bent over it and said "If you enjoyed that think what you're get from what's coming as I change tack, squeezing both nipples and the adjacent areola brutally between thumbs and fingers.  It cried out as its body stiffened in agony and thrashed a little but bound as it was could do nothing.  Stepping back I twisted both breasts savagely then it gave a gasp of relief, slumping forward a little as I let go.  Lifting my arms I straightened them and jabbed a stiff finger an inch or so into each boob.  It cried out again but jerked back again as I said.  "Don't slump slut.  Stay still while Jane does your arms."  It nodded briefly and stayed upright when I removed my hands so I headed south. 

       Jane attached a metal frame to the far side of the table a pole extending from it to end in a square metal plate which was positioned about an inch from July's back between its shoulder blades.  It then moved to the far side pulled the slave's cuffed arms behind it and attached a chain, pulling that down to loop around a lock point low on the other side of the table.  This achieved a number of points.  The metal plate dug into July's back, preventing it moving any further backwards.  At the same time its arms, stretched tight behind it were twisted painfully and the stance also jutted its breasts forward.  Also, with its body pulled backwards the other edge of the table bit into its arse cheeks and probably pushed the butt plug deeper inside it.  As such, along with the spread ankle it was tightly bound, virtually unable to move and in considerable discomfort, an ideal position.

While Jane was doing this I had been checking July's cunt and thighs.  I didn't penetrate between its lips but it moaned and tried to fidget when I rubbed them, especially the central section, heavily bruised by the clamps and weights earlier.  I stuck 4 fingers, two from each hand, about an inch in, making it flinch and moan again and spread its lips a bit wider.  Lowering myself to look I could see the outer reaches of its cunt passage, still decorated by scratches and bruises.  It gave a gasp of relief and I felt its body relax as I remove my fingers and started prodding and probing its wider pubic region.  I noticed that stubble was already starting to grow and briefly considered letting it grow so it could be extracted but quickly dismissed the idea.  Apart from liking a clear slit to play with, by the time the hair got long enough to be pulled out any of the sluts would find it a relatively minor distraction.  July would be even further up the pain tree.  However it did remind me the tutors would have to use their razors on their charges as well as themselves.

"You're probably wondering why you're here bitch."  It was a statement rather than a question and it quivered nervously.  Jane passed me the 1st of the crocodile.  I pulled at July's right lip, making it groan them it cried out as the clamp close on the upper part of its lip.  It threw its head back as far as it could and feebly said "No, please."  The latter word being cut short by a sharp backhander to its face by Jane accompanied by the order "Keep quiet slut!"

I flipped the cord attached to the clamp over its thigh onto the table.  Then my left hand, fingers still slightly inside its cunt, slide, down, stopping briefly about half way to give a pinch to the bruised central section.  My right hand reached out and Jane placed the next clip into it.  I quickly installed that on the lower part of its right lip, this time flicking the cord under its thigh.  Two more clips were quickly attached to the left lip of its cunt.  Both times it winced and shuddered a little bit biting its (upper) lip a bit kept quiet.

Jane took one of the upper cords and pulled it to one side.  July moaned more loudly and tried to twist slightly to ease the pressure as its cunt lip was stretched back until I motioned enough and Jane tied the cord to a fixed point.  It then reached down and similarly stretched the lower cord until the right side of the sluts cunt was peeled back exposing more of its inner flesh than before.  It moved quickly to the other side and in a couple of minutes July was finding itself even more tightly restraint than before.

"Yesterday your cunt took some use."  I said with sarcastic understatement and it groaned and shook , probably in fear of a repeat as much as being reminded of the fisting it had taken.  "You're disobedience has delayed things a day but we're due another session tomorrow so we just need to check its up to further use."

I snapped my fingers and instructed Jane to get the equipment then reached forward and started playing with July's tits again, fairly lightly, while Jane started moving equipment to the table either side of July.  Again I was reasonably gentle although from the way it moaned and jerked occasionally I was confident it was in a fair degree of pain.

After a couple of minutes Jane knelt to one side, displaying it was finished and ready for new orders.  I played with July's tits for another minute, then gave them a final sharp tug before letting go and checking over the equipment.  Everything was then and properly connected and I picked up the endoscope.  Unlike the one I had used yesterday on Jane this was modified for bitch use.  The cable containing the fibre-optics lost much of its flexibility because it was connected at several points, including just below the tip, to a plastic rod with a metal tip.  Or more accurately, as it was to find out shortly, a metal rod with a plastic coating.

I ran the combined scope over the outer reaches of its cunt, checking the view on the large flat screen monitor.  This showed good detail, including as I reached the upper part, the bruising at the apex of its cunt from Jane's handling earlier in the day.  It had squawked briefly when it first felt the metal touch it but lapsed into a resigned silence.  As I probed the bruising it gave a gasp and a jerk but I moved on, lapping its outer lips.  The tenderness of the central sections showed as I probed the bruising there then I slowly slipped the rod inside it.  I whispered to it "This would be a very bad time to piss slut.  Understand!" and after a few seconds it nodded nervously.

I motioned to Jane and it lay down on the floor so I could rest my knees on it, grunting a little as my left leg and knee compressed its boobs but I kept the main weight on my right, along its lower abdomen.  This enabled me to still see the screen over July's thigh but also get a good view of its cunt entrance.

I slowly navigated its cunt, pushing the rod and attached cable deeper.  This gave a clear view of its battered cunt walls.  There was still much bruising along with a number of scabs and in places the white marks of some of the salt not absorbed by the earlier cuts.  I couldn't resist a smirk as I considered that navigation was probably the wrong word.  A navigator will seek to weave through an uncertain passage, seeking to avoid collisions and impacts.  While I was not using great forces I made sure that I gave much of the walls both visible and tactile examinations and heard it moan several times as I pressed against various bruises and scabs.

Finally I approached its cervix, the outer reaches of which shows more signs of the battering it took yesterday.  When I started to prod this it winced and jerked then tried to relieve the pressure by lifting up slightly onto its toes, using a little slack in its ankle chains.  It realised pretty quickly this was a mistake.  Not only did this put more strain on its back but I simply pushed the rod a little further, keeping up the pressure.  It gasped again and after about a minute the thighs started to quiver visible as it found the stance increasingly difficult to maintain.

"Please" it gasped.  "Please don't do this."  Jane inhaled with some relieve as, resting one hand on July's thigh and gripping firmly I lifted myself up, keeping the rod fairly fixed in position.  It moaned louder as the pressure on its thigh, although directed largely horizontally and pinning its thigh against the table side, made it more difficult to hold position.  Probably also the rod shifted slightly upwards as I rose.  It gasped again and arched bits back as much as it could then relaxed slightly as I lifted my hand.

It gasped again and cried out as my left hand gripped its right breast and squeezed, quickly and firmly.  "What have you been told about yapping without permission bitch!"  I squeezed a little tighter and twisted it savagely then let go as its scream echoed around the room.  Its legs finally gave way and its weight thrust the rod through its cervix, generating another cry.

I left it impale for a few seconds then slowly withdrew the rod until it was again outside the bitches cervix but pressed firmly against it.  Under my instruction Jane moved to kneel to my right and took hold of the device.  It then shuffled round to be in front of July, although kneeling about a foot in front of it.  The movement ground the end of the rod across its cervix and prompted a couple of further moans.  July was sobbing audibly and probably never heard my next words and I made a couple of final checks.  "Well the basic structure is a bit battered but in reasonable condition.  Must check the nerve connections however."

It's new scream was even louder, although the current was much smaller than that it had felt earlier and the timer was set for only 5 seconds.  Although its body was held firmly in position its head fell forward compounding the problems of its chest as it gasped deeply for breath.  It's body continued to jerk sporadically for about a minute and a pool of piss formed on the floor between its legs as it bladder let go in its agony.  I watched silently as a thin strand trickled down the rod, finally pooling between Jane's thumb and finger.  It scowled up at the other slut but obedient to its instructions remained motionless.  On the monitor I could see the entrance of its cervix, the flesh quivering in violent reaction to the pain.

"Well those nerves are still working."  I said mockingly, then continued "and I see you're building up a thirst."  I had waited for it to recover enough to hear and understand those words and its shoulders shook as it sobbed loudly.

I then turned my attention to Jane, instructing it to move the rod slowly down July's cunt, rubbing  against its flesh as it went.  It stopped when I said, "There will do fine" and pushed slightly, the slut's pussy wall bending slight under the pressure.  July slowly realised it had stopped and started raising its head and opening its cocksucker, probably to plea but the next shock tore a new yell from its throat.

It had time to recover slightly and start to plea before, the next shock.  I slapped its face and retorted.  "I warned you bitch.  That will be another 200 punishment points and 30 specials.  Now how many more do you want?"  It groaned and shook its head feebly but said no more until the 3rd shock extracted another scream from it.  This was weaker however, and the gasps for breath deeper.

The 4th and final one was directly onto its clit and I thought for a minute or two it might go into a fit as it shuddered and hypo-ventilated.  After about 5 minutes its breath had calmed somewhat and I told it.  "Well, not bad.  Some minor damage but nothing of significance and the nerves are definitely functioning.  You will probably tear a bit when fucked but that's no problem.  Pity about your continued disobedience through."

"There's only a couple of other things to do, then you can have your drink and return to your cage for the night.  Get plenty of rest as you're got a busy day tomorrow slut."  It weakly shook its head in despair.  "However 1st a bit of tidying up.  Open cocksucker!"  I also motioned Jane to stand with a wave of my hand.

July gapped for a second then, cocksucker open nervously shook its head slightly.  I flicked a nipple with a nail bringing a short jerk of surprise as much as pain from it and snapped. "Stay still bitch.  And keep that cocksucker open damn you!"  It nervously straightened but its lips clamped shut suddenly when under my direction Jane push the end of the rod and cable into its cocksucker.

I slapped it again, this time a left hander to the tit as I was having to work around Jane and we were both avoiding the pool of piss on the floor.  "Don't bite bitch.  Clean up the mess you made.  You can't leave it in that condition.

It blubbered for a couple of seconds then nervously started to lick and suck at the end of the rod, obviously terrified it was going to get shocked again.  However I had other plans for it so let that option go, for the moment.  After it had cleaned the end of the rod, removing any piss and a bit of blood that had been there, Jane pulled it out then turned it sidewards, passing the length through its lips.  The bitch understood and obediently licked along its length to clean it, only pausing briefly when it felt Jane's hand before its tongue licked up the drying urine there.

"There, that wasn't so bad was it?" I taunted it then waved Jane to start putting the equipment away.  I knew with a bit of editing the video of the examination would not only be fun to view but would sell well on the net.

I reached forward and casually cupped and fondled its left breast as I continued.  "You've had a quiet day, without the standard exercises.  However there's time for you're daily boob treatment."  It stiffened and tried to draw back a bit, only managing a fraction of an inch as it took up the slack from its previous drooping, the metal plate behind it blocking further retreat.

"No please.  I can't take any mo.."  I cut its whining short with another slap to the face.

"Haven't I told you before.  Yapping without permission is bad enough but its none of you're damned business what's done with you're body.   Other than to know what you need to do.  So quite intruding where you don't belong."  My hand dropped to cup its breast and the other hand took a similar position.  I only lightly lifted and bobbled them slowly but could tell even that was causing it pain as I continued.  "And don't talk rubbish about what it can or can't take.  You're carcass is up to a lot more use yet.  Think what things will be like when we start getting to the serious stuff."

It hung its head in despair as I continued.  "However you're continued whining it pissing me off.  So as well as another 300 points and 50 specials for that outburst."  It's head jerked up in renewed fear and alarm.  I moved my hands, letting its boobs drop and gripped each nipple between thumb and fingers, allowing the suspense to build up.

"In a few seconds I will allow you to speak bitch.  You will apologise for you're behaviour and beg that today you get six punches per tit."  It moaned and shook its head slowly.  "If you don't do that within 10 seconds you will ask for 7 punches.  If you haven't said that within 10 further seconds the count will go back to 6."  I allowed a moment for it to puzzle over this before continuing. "That will be what you will request for every day for now on." 

It's cocksucker opened again and there was a short but quick shake of its head.  My fingers snapped tight and I pulled and twisted its boob flesh, bringing a quick howl from it.  This faded as it sought to draw breathe,  "Do you honestly think that you won't say anything I tell you to slut!" emphasising my point with a new pull and twist.  It yelped again and quickly shook its head.  I think it meant to submit but in fear and terror was sending the wrong sign so I snapped "Oh you don't do you." And jerked again, with a bit more force this time.  Its mouth opened but the cry was definitely getting hoarse.  A couple of quick shakes then it nodded vigorously.  I relaxed my grip a little and asked, "Do you think you will behave."  It nodded, yelped again as I gave a final pull and twist and then let go.  It was panting deeply as it sought to feed in air to its lungs, although that probably added further discomfort as the boobs bounced enchantingly.

After about 5 seconds I said "5 seconds left."  It took a couple more form it to realise the clock was ticking then the words came out in a rush.

"No, master.  Please.  Please punish me for my misbehaviour."  There was a pause.  "Please master.  Give me 6 punches today."

I waited for a few seconds, allowing tension to build up and seeing how long before its nerve collapse completely.  After a couple of seconds of silence I could almost see its mind racing, thinking what else to say.  "Please master.  Punish this slave for its crimes."

"Well, since you asked so nicely."  It gave a gasp of relieve, rapidly cut short as the 1st punch slammed into its right nipple, turning the gasp into a grunt of pure agony.  I continued, throwing a punch about every 30 seconds, bracing myself each time so I could put power into the blow.  Also moving slightly.  The 2nd came more from the outside, pressing the flank of the breast against its chest, while the 3rd was an upper cut.  The 4th went back to a central shot, mashing the orb against its rib cage.  I had liked the way the boob had bobbled after the upper cut so repeated that for the 5th, then a final slam into it from the front again, shifting the blow slightly towards the inside of the breast.  The 1st couple of blows had brought cries of agony and desperate threshing at the pain.  I had though it might even dislocate a shoulder as it struggled to escape.  After than, exhausted and overwhelmed by the pain it hardly whimpered and hung limply. 

I gave it a couple of minutes to recover a little then started on the left breast.  Again I spread the blows to encompass virtually all its soft boob tissue and it whimpered and gave little cries.  After the 6th punch it just hung there, breathing shallowly and I found myself panting a bit myself with the exertion and also aware of how stiff my cock was.

After a minute I lifted a hand so a finger brushed its left nipple softly and it gave a loan moan.  "Bitch has permission to speak", I said.

It paused for a moment, gave one last sob then said in a voice still husky with its agony.  "Master.. master, this bitch thanks you for punishing it."

I patted it on the head and said "Good slut", signifying I accepted its thanks and also that its permission to speak had ended.  After a few seconds I continued.  "We only have a couple more things to do and then you can have you're drink and settle in for the night.  You have a busy day tomorrow so get plenty of rest."

It groaned at the idea of further punishment to come and shook its head slightly but wisely said nothing.  I gave it 10 seconds but that was a lesson it seemed to have learnt, at least for the moment.

"Just in case you're thinking, you won't be enjoying any more pain tonight, unless you ask for it."  It's head rose and I could almost sense the surprise, along with a flicker of hope a lot of fear that this would be dashed again.  However I realised it was virtually at the end of its physical tether so unless it forced me while it would suffer some discomfort there would be no more marked levels of pain.  " I must admit you're love of pain is amazing.  Despite knowing you have earned a lot you still keep prompting me for more."  It shook its head weakly.

"There's just a matter of a statement and a question."  I knew that would puzzle it and paused briefly before continuing.  "I know you asked for a drink but in a way that was redundant.  I had already decided that each time we had a session you would be permitted to exercise you're cocksucker.  You might have the privilege of being a pisspot, or get the chance to practice you're deep throat techniques."  A short pause and I continued with a grin, "or if you're lucky both."  It's head drooped a little lower.  "Don't worry.  We won't let you're piss go to waste.  You will still clean that up after we're finished here. Can't have you getting lazy and leaving a mess can we?"  I gave it a silent count of 5 seconds then flicked each breast lightly with my fingers.  It's head jerked up in pain and I continued, with anger in my voice, "That was a question bitch!"  It flinched, nodded once then corrected itself and vigorously shook its head.  "That's better I said", flicking its breasts again, slightly harder, "Don't be so long answering next time.  It shivered in terror and I noticed a little more piss dribble onto the floor.  "So after the question Jane will untie you.  I will move you slightly, we don't want that piss scattered about do we?"  It shook its head strongly a couple of times before it dropped in exhaustion.  "Then you will beg to be used and entertain me."

I paused for a minute or so.  "Now bitch, would you say you are a moderately intelligent slave slut, a stupid one, or a really, really thick one?"  It's body tensed and I could sense it thinking, desperately thinking over both what I meant and what and how to give an answer.

I closed and said "Let me assist", raising my hands to pinch its much bruised nipples gently.  It's body still arched as much as it could at the pain.  "A moderately intelligent slave slut would already be adapting to its new status as property.  It would accept its only reason for existence is to serve its owner and whoever he allows to use it.  It would be putting its limited mental resources to the question of how best it can be used and how to make it better property."  I paused, tightening my grip on its nipples slightly. "Now is that an accurate description of you bitch?"

It paused for nearly a minute, even when I pinched a little harder and its body withered in agony again, thinking over what it should say.  Then slowly, nervously, it shook its head a couple of times.  While I waited I directed Jane to get me a drink of water, both because I was feeling dry and I wanted to maximise the flow from my bladder shortly.

"Well at least you have the sense not to lie bitch."  I said, given the nipples another quick squeeze then letting them go.  It gave a deep breath in relief, both at the ending of the pain and probably even more that its answer had not offended me.  I suspect it had considered nodding on the grounds that was the answer it thought I wanted to give but wisely it had not.

It's body tensed as I touched it again, cupping a boob in each hand and slowly caressing them.  "Now a stupid bitch is still in denial about reality.  Its dark side is trying to pretend it is an human.  Probably even claiming it has rights and what is being done to its is wrong in some way.  It might even harbour delusions of escaping and resuming its previous existence."  It froze, hardly breathing, dreading what answer it would give this time.  However instead of asking a question I continued, this time my voice thick with menace.  "The really, really thick one is exactly the same, except that it tells itself another lie.  It pretends things can't get any worse."  I tightened my fingers ever so slightly, starting to embed them in its flesh and a moan of anguish escaped from its lips.

"Do you think things can't get any worse?"  I asked and it shook its head repeatedly with a violence that surprised me, driven by sheer terror.  "Some wisdom at last slut.  So you're just stupid at the moment", I asked mockingly.  It tensed again, then as my hands gripped a little more firmly nodded quickly again.  No doubt to its disappointment I did not remove my hands but I didn't apply any more pressure.

"You're right that things can get worse.  They will get an awful lot worse for you.  Have you ever felt as much pain as you're feeling now?"  It's head dropped slightly but it shook it a couple of time.  "You probably think I'm being sarcastic when I say you're currently suffering a little discomfort... don't you!"  The last two words being accompanied by a brief squeeze of both boobs.  It whined both from the pain and fear and uncertainly as to what was the best response.  After a few seconds I squeezed again and said "Well?"  It cried out then after a second nodded.  I kept the breasts cupped by my fingers but loosened the grip.

"You're wrong slut.  That evil side of you we discussed earlier.  The fragment of you that denies you're property.  Ultimately it will be expunged and you will be a much superior piece of equipment as a result.  However in the months ahead there will be time when that twisted section of you will look back on periods like this as virtual bliss compared to what you will be going through.  Understand!"

It shuddered and I heard another spray of piss.  "My you are a thirsty bitch aren't you."

"However you have two things going for you."  I paused to let the words sink in and it feel both hope and puzzlement.  "You are going to be punished, especially for the attack on your master and that will take quite a time.  However, unless you ask for more that will ultimately end.   It won't be the end of the pain of course.  You will still undergo a lot of stimulation, along with you're fellow slaves as you're rebuilt into worthwhile tools.  However the extra punishment because of you're evil attack will end when I have decided you have adequately shown remorse."

I paused to let what I had said sink in.  The general terminology would be deeply repugnant to it, as would the statement of much more and worse agony to come.  However there would also be a faint flicker of hope.

"In the long run you could even benefit from it."  It's head jerked up in dis-belief.  "Think about it slut.  You will be a long way ahead of the other bitches in you're pain training.  It will make the later stage of you're reconstruction much easier and should help increase you're price."  I paused, then continued.  "Since you're crime will be in the records it might put a few off but those who like a challenge would really enjoy putting you through your paces."  That brought a sharp intake of breath and its body shook in fear.

"The other thing of course is that I still intend to put you up for auction."  Again this would be humiliating to the bitch at the present time.  It would also have it wondering as to what benefit it might gain from that.  "By that time you will be accepting you're position and you're only desire will be to put on the best show you can to maximise the price I get for you.  However it will mean you get a new owner.  That might be a brutal sadist who will keep you in continued agony.  Or it might be someone who only whips you occasionally, or beats the crap out of you when he's had a rough day.  It might even be an owner who only wants to use you as a fuck-toy or possibly as a gift to entertain his customers and clients.  By that time it will make no difference to you as you're acceptance of you're owner's complete control over you will be unquestioning.  However while that evil, parasitically streak infects you it might yearn toward the auction in the hopes of getting a reduction in you're suffering."

I paused for a couple of seconds then continued "Unless you decide otherwise of course."

       .I knew that would puzzle it further and possibly also raise a new flash of hope I could quickly extinguish.  "Those two beacons of hope at the end of the tunnel you can of course turn into the proverbial express train to run you down."  I paused then went off at what might have seemed a tangent.  "You are being treated generously, with only a short punishment, partly because I want to complete and sell you fairly quickly, but also because you're crime was on the 1st day and could be put down to ignorance and stupidity rather than malice.  If one of your fellow bitches attacked me now, having had their position made much clearer, I would be nowhere near as moderate in my treatment of it.  Just as if another bitch was as stupid as to threaten me as August it would not get off as lightly as that slut did."

I paused again then continued, "Have you considered what would happen if you lost it and attacked me again?"  I felt its body, which had relaxed slightly, tense again.  My hands tightened a little and I rubbed my thumbs up and down the insides of its breasts.

"You don't know of a slave slut called Amber."  It shook its head nervously.  "Let me tell you a bit about it.  Not one of mine.  One of my colleagues was making it."  I paused and it tilted its head slightly, a study in puzzlement.  "Did you think I was the only one in this profession?  I like to think I'm the best but there's a number of others.  Not the crude slavers you hear about in novels sometimes who simply seize a bitch off the street say and then knock it into temporally submission.  Leaving something that might break down and turn rabid and violent if not tightly restrained."

"No, we're professionals, artists.  We take crud like you and turn it into worthwhile, even valuable tools that command good prices from discerning and wealth men of power.  As such we only sell properly finished goods.  That's one reason why I test you things so fully.  I depend a lot on my reputation.  I sell good, well crafted products and want to keep it that way.  I'm not going to pass on flawed items that can't function as required."

I paused.  "Anyway I digest.  Amber's maker is a little more generous than me.  It tried attacking him and was punished, basically like you will be the next few months.  A couple of months after that it failed again.  Something small I think.  It tried to slap his hand away while he worked on it.  Strictly speaking he should have scrapped it then but the attack had been relatively trivial and he thought something could be salvaged.  Hence it underwent another, some what harder period of discipline.  However about 3 months after this it failed completely.  Even managed to punch him before it was brought under control."

"He finally accepted it was worthless and treated it accordingly.  For about 21/2 years he worked on it.  A lot rougher than he had been before as he was no longer considering it for sale.  That's how I know a reasonably amounts about it.  Not only are such failures rare but we meet up from time to time.  Discuss ideas and techniques, compare work, chat over old times.  All the sort of things that people in a common line of work often do.  He would invite us over from time to time to help on it and we developed a few new methods."

I paused again before continuing.  "After about 30 months he started to get bored so had to decide what to do with it.  By this time it was probably OK for sale in theory.  Totally obedient and compliant.  However with its past history that was too much of a risk.  My colleague wasn't about to flog it off to one of our regular clients.  He considered selling it into the snuff industry, or possibly for spare parts.  However a more interesting and entertaining option came up and he decided to go for that."

Another pause for dramatic effect!  "There are plenty of people in various parts of the world who hate the west and everything associated with it.  Especially in parts of the Third World.  Through a friend he sold Amber to a merchant in Pakistan with a reputation for being especially xenophobic and brutal.  The friend is also thought to be anti-western so Amber's owner occasionally passes on details of its new life, and sometimes a video.  Very entertaining."

"It now spends its days fairly simply, in a small outbuilding to its owners house, with a door onto the street.  Other than it's collar it wears an ankle chain and a blindfold so the users can keep their privacy if they wish.  Anyone can come along, set a marker at the door to show its in use and fuck it any way they wish.  The initial interest of the first year or so has died off so it only serves about 30-40 men a day now."

"It's learnt a little of the language so when a master is finished it can offer a strap, for him to use on it if he is dissatisfied with its performance.  Or there is an old notebook where he can record complaints so its owner can punish it."

"In the evenings, after any such punishment, it is often used to entertain the owner and its guests.  Not normally sexually as its condition is generally pretty gross by then but they might beat or burn it for a little while say.  Or some of his other possessions are not so choosy.  Amber has got quite good at a threesome with his two Afghans.  I think he gets them together once a week and it sucks one while being fucked by the other, then switches over until their both drained.  Now its got used to it the poor mutts often only last about 40-50 minutes."  This brought a groan from July as what I said sunk in.  "However it still struggles a bit with the donkey and his stallion."  I continued merrily.

"Gods, I'm going to be sick."  It said and started to retch.  I lifted my right hand quickly and grabbed its throat, slipping my fingers under its collar.  Tightening my grip I shook its head a couple of times and ordered "Don't you dare slut.  You will do more than lick that up if you do."  I relaxed my grip to allow it to breath and for a couple of minutes its struggled but eventually it won control over its rebelling stomach.

"That's sick."  It said but didn't get any further.  Both hands tightened their grips, the right still on its throat and the left on its boob and it stiffened, in agony and denied air.

"Did I give you permission to speak slut.  Or to lie like that!"  I demanded angrily.  I maintained my grip for nearly a minute, shaking its head firmly, then relaxed both hands, moving the right down from its throat back to the other boob.  It panted energetically for a minute or so as it pumped breath into its starving lungs and I had to move one of my boots back a bit as the piss pool widened further.

"You were doing so well, then you start begging for more punishment.  The interruptions are bad enough but lying really pisses me off slut.  Now apologise!"

The slave paused and I noticed its lower lip quivering nervously.  It then open it's cocksucker and said "But that's evil mas..  Aaaah"  I noticed it had started to use my title correctly but the reply was terminated by the cry as I dug my fingers into its already battered breasts in rage.  I kept up the pressure for about 10 seconds then twisted both wrists outwards, the rotation carrying through to boobs and drawing another cry from it.

I let go and it slumped as far as its bounds permitted.  My fight hand lifted and grabbed a chunk of its hair, twisting and pulling to lift its head back up.

Leaning forward until my mouth was virtually by its ear I snarled "Have you seen the video's bitch?"  I moved my head back so I could see it better and to avoid having to bend.  After a few seconds it had made no response so I shook its head again and said "Well!" After a couple of further seconds it weakly shook its head.

"Well I have scrum!  Let me tell you the animals weren't hurt at all.  In fact you can see they bloody enjoyed fucking the bitch.  The audience enjoyed the show, else it wouldn't have been put on.  So don't talk crap about anything being sick, evil or anything like that.  Now you better fucking apologise or I'm going to get really angry."  I emphasised my point by sticking my left fist into its abdomen, causing it to gasp and gag again.

It struggled for breath for a few seconds, then stuttered out, "Master, I'm sorry."

"For what?" I said stepping back and letting go of its hair.

It wobbled, head weaving and obviously near the end of its tether.  I gave it a silent count of ten then sank my right fist into its naval, causing it to try and jack knife forward, then grunt again as its bounds restrained it.

I was readily myself for a 3rd punch when it spoke again "Master.  I'm sorry for lying to you."  After a pause, "So sorry, and for talking without permission."

"For your behaviour 500 and 100 specials, along with another 4 punches."  It gasped weakly but I continued "What do you say to that bitch?"

It was silent for a few more seconds, head still weaving a little then said weakly, "That is generous.  Thank you master."  I knew I had cowered the flash of resistance that it had shown and smiled.  There was a danger that it might have decided there was no hope and would try and bite me when I gave it the chance later but I was confident from its body language that it would not dare.

True to my word I gave it four more punches over the next 5 minutes.  Restricting myself to its abdomen, apart from one to its cunt.  I stood back and decided to give it a couple of minutes breather before we continued.  It surprised me by speaking within about a minute "Thank you master." Then hung silently.

I gave it a couple of extra minutes then approached again and said, "Have you decided to behave now?"  It nodded weakly.  "You don't want to replace Amber in a couple of years?"  It shook its head more vigorously.  I grabbed its hair again and gave it a brief but fairly mild tug. 

"Well I'll let you into a little secret, that Amber doesn't know yet."  I couldn't resist smirking.  It raised its head questioningly.  "Its owner's brother is coming to visit shortly.  Their planning to see how well it performs with his Bactrian.  You know what a Bactrian is?"  It shook its head.  "It's a central Asian species of camel.  That should give the slut a run for its money shouldn't it."

July started to gag again and I held its throat, giving it a break to breath a couple of times until it got its rebellious stomach under control. 

I lifted a hand to its head and grabbed a fist full of hair, pulling just hard enough to let it know my hand was there.  "You wouldn't be the best for that job anyway, being a liar."  It froze in terror.  I let the tension rise for a few seconds while it gently shook its head in denial, nervous about pushing me too far or exerting too much pressure on its hair but fearing what was coming.  I smiled then continued, giving the hair a gentle tug.  "Blondes fetch the best price out there but by the time you get there this dye would be long gone."  I heard it breath deeply in relief as it had been fearing further punishment.  "Now don't you have a request to make of your master bitch?"

It froze again and I could almost feel the stampede of its thoughts as it wondered what I meant then saw the small smile and its body relaxed in relief.  Its cocksucker opened and, after a short hesitation, while it forced itself to speak.  "Master, may I beg to be your pisspot please?" 

"Well said bitch.  See, a bit of manners helps a lot."  I said patting it on the head.  I turned towards Jane then smiled as another thought crossed my mind.  "Oh, there's one other thing I forgot."  Turning back to face July I said, "Jane, fetch the heavy cane."  July quivered, its entire body trembling.

Jane passed the cane to me, then in response to finger signals assumed position 12, standing, arms folded behind it and legs about 2' apart.

I positioned myself and said, "In view of July's repeated disobedience I think 6 of the best now then another 6 later."  I saw July tense, awaiting the blow as I grew back the cane then brought it swinging down.  Jane's eye's bulged slightly as it struck the bitches cunt lips and it staggered slightly under the blow, cheeks bulging as well but managed to keep silent.  I glanced at July who was looking confused.  It had heard and probably felt the air from the swing but had not received the blow it had been expecting, although it had probably heard one connect.

The second blow forced a small grunt from Jane's upper lips and I think July finally realised what was happening.  I saw its body relax in relief that it wasn't the one taking the punishment.  The 3rd swipe brought a louder groan from Jane and it broke position slightly, bending forward a little in pain.  I crouched in front of it, looking at and feeling its cunt for a couple of minutes, both enjoying my handiwork and giving it a short break.  The blows had landed fairly accurately and its lips were swollen, with a little blood leaking from the right one.  Also its clit, exposed by the piercing. Had taken a direct hit and was red and sore, it jumping slightly when I rubbed my finger over it.

I stood and nodded to Jane and it firmed up its stance.  It took the 4th blow quite well but yelped and jumped for a couple of seconds on the 5th, nearly unfolding its hands.  After about 15 seconds it however restored its stance, took a deep breath and braced itself.  I put maximum weight into the final blow, resulting in a much larger yell then before.  It's knees buckled slightly and it struggled to remain standing, then glanced briefly up at me with a question.  I smiled and gave a small nod and with a gasp of relief it sank to the floor, almost bending over in its agony but remembering to keep its arms folded tightly behind it.

I turned and brought the cane down with a loud crash on the table, right alongside July's arse.  If it hadn't been bound it would have jumped at least a foot and for a couple of minutes was gasping for breath as it struggled with the shock.

Leaving the cane on the table I turned back to Jane and stood in front of it.  The bitch whimpered once as it spread its legs a little wider, allowing it to bend forward and kiss both my feet then with a struggle, arms behind it, straightened up and awaited its next order.

I returned to July, fondling it gently, not saying a word as my hands roamed over its thighs, cunt and boobs and it submitted quietly.  Other than a few pinches of its thighs it could have been a lovers caress and I felt it's breath start to quicken.  A probing couple of fingers gently up its cunt made it gasp, largely with pain but I also felt a little fluid.  I lifted my fingers to its cocksucker and it cleaned them almost eagerly.

This took about 5 minutes and I twisted around and glanced at Jane.  It quickly tried to hide the look of jealousy on its face.  I decided it had had enough of a rest and turned back to July, grasping its waist with my hands.  "Jane, untie its ankles."  I heard it scramble to obey and said to July, "Keep your legs spread bitch.  Don't want you spreading you're piss all over the place."  It nodded briefly and I move slightly to position myself, bracing my feet wide.  I continued, "Once you're unbound I'll lift you to one side then you can get started."  Again it nodded.  It looked better, the break having given it a chance to recover slightly but there was a sour twist to its upper lips.  I moved a hand to brush its cunt and a small smile briefly crossed its face before it suppressed it while I felt its hips sway slightly towards me.  This confirmed my suspicion that after so much pain a little tenderness had got a strong response and I couldn't resist a grin.  There was no way the bitch would get relief tonight, especially not after its behaviour.  That would add a little extra frustration to its other sorrows tonight.  I gripped its waist again, resting the tips of both thumbs in its navel, and admired the bruises that virtually coated its boobs.  Its body sagged into my grip when Jane untied its left leg.  Jane scurries around behind me to reach the other leg, not bothering to rise from its knees.  When the other leg was freed the bitch sagged and I had to tighten my grip, digging my thumbnails into its navel a little as I took up the weight.  It grunted and with a little effort took some of the weight, which eased the pressure on it's waist.

Jane rose to its feet and waked around to the other end of the table.  It was still moving a bit cautiously, each stride bringing a flicker of discomfort to its face but it was virtually fully functional again.  As it started untying the cable holding July's arms I said "Say when", and it nodded.  About 20 seconds later it said "Now master" and as the cable went slack July's body slumped and I took its full weight.  I grunted and pushed my hands together, digging the thumbs in deeper, both to give a better grip and to hear it grunt in turn as I compressed its waist further.  I inhaled then straightened, lifting it off the ground and taking a couple of steps to one side.  As I relaxed my grip it sank to its knees and would have fallen totally to the ground if I hadn't grabbed a fistful of hair and yanked it up a bit.

"Come on bitch.  You're still got some things to do before you get lazy."  It moaned but with an effort took some of its own weight to relieve the pressure on its hair.  While I still held part of its weight my left hand unzipped my trousers and worked my cock out.  "Open cocksucker."  I said and it obediently parted its lips.  I pushed the head of my cock in then said "remember the rules.  Don't spill a drop.  You can take an air break if you need to but get a move on."  It gave a small nod then a moment later I felt its lips tighten around me. 

I knew I had won as if it had meant to do anything it would have bitten immediately so I smiled as I relaxed my bladder and felt the piss start to flow into its cocksucker.  It jerked slightly as the first spurt hit the back of its cocksucker and started to flow down its throat but the impact probably woke it up a bit and in a couple of seconds it started sucking.  Looking down I saw it swaying slightly as it fought to stay upright.  This wasn't helped by the fact it was leaning in towards me, presumably trying to avoid its boobs brushing against my legs.  Its cheeks had bulged outwards and I ran a hand down the side of its head, stopping on its neck, feeling the throat throbbing as it drank.  The hard on I had had earlier, which had declined started to return as I enjoyed the feel and sight of this slave slut serving me.

It took one brief break, tightening its lips to stem the flow so it could drain the cocksucker then take a couple of breaths through its nose.  I tapped its throat with a couple of fingers and obediently it relaxed its grip and began drinking again.  Finally my bladder was empty and its cheeks closed around my cock as it sucked in again before it realised there was no more piss.  It paused in confusion, then after a couple of seconds started to suck again, this time more slowly, leaning a little further forward to take me deeper into its cocksucker and I felt its tongue licking around my rod.  Possibly it was still excited from earlier or it could have been thinking that if it welcomed me like that I might be gentler with it. 

After about 10 seconds of this, with my prick lengthening further I said quietly "Did I give you permission to do that?"  It stopped in mid-stroke, fearful that it had angered me and more punishment was coming.  I said grimly "Never presume what a master wants, or act without orders, unless necessary to protect you're master from harm."  It quivered, the shaking taking over the entire upper torso.

After about 5 seconds I decided I had proved my point and said, "You many continue slut."  It started sucking, more vigorously than before, in gratitude or relief or a combination of the two.  My left hand lowered to cup its head and was joined shortly afterwards by my right and I started controlling the strokes, swinging my hips forward and pulling its head towards me in rhythm to maximise my penetration.  After a brief moment of confusion while it tried to move its head it ceded control to me, only trying to continue to caress with its tongue as my growing cock passed and pushed deeper into its throat.  As I tightened my grip I pulled its head up slightly forcing it to straighten and I shuffled slightly towards it.  It flinched as this brought its boobs into contact with my legs but since it was only fleeting accepted the pain without trying to pull away.

I made it a moderate fuck as I knew the bitch was pretty badly battered.  A couple of times I thrust deep down its throat, then stayed there, cutting its air totally and leaving it gasping for several seconds.  However otherwise I did not go deep enough long enough to seriously impede its air supply.  That was enough to demonstrate my total power and I noticed that those times, although it jerked a little with its head, trying to squeeze a little air through it made sure it kept its teeth away.

Finally I started to cum and it choked again as the cum filled its throat.  I managed one last thrust deep down its throat and moving my right hand was able to feel myself through its neck.  After about 5 seconds a supreme effort enabled me to pull back and holding its hair firmly with both hands I positioned my cock barely inside its lips, so that the cum flowed directly only its cum.

Finally I found myself panting and sagging slightly at the knees, still holding its head but pulling it slightly towards me to keep my dwindling cock inside it.  I took a couple of minutes to recover then looked down and said "Clean."  It had obviously been expecting the command as immediately I felt its tongue start to run up and down my cock.  I let go of its hair and allowed it freedom of movement and it continued licking up and down my cock until I was confident I was clear of any cum and starting to feel myself stiffening again.  It could also feel this and since I said nothing continued.  This time I stayed still, allowing it to do all the work, which it did almost eagerly.

After a few more minutes, with my cock fairly full again, as it pulled back to lick up my length again I said, "Stop!"  It paused, its posture radiating confusion and its tongue protruding, quivering and just out of touch.

"Which of the bitches in this room deserves this privilege most?"  I think it actually pouted as it sank back a little on its haunches thinking of what to say.

After a few seconds reflection it ventured to say nervously "I suppose slave Jane master."

"Why?"  A blank question, giving it no direction or sign of my personal wish.

It thought again.  "I have behaved badly master.  That also means she.. it, has been punished because of my actions."

I was silent for a moment then replied.  "That is correct bitch,  But is there anything else to be considered?"

There was a longer pause this time.  It was trying to get its mind around all I had said and what I would want a slave slut to say.  While this was probably to minimise any further pain such an action was a victory for me in that I was directing its thoughts along the path I desired.  Once it started trying to think as a slave, for whatever reason, that tightened my grip on its mind a little further.

"Only that a slave is of no important and hence only what the master wants matters."

I gave it a couple of seconds then bent slightly and patted it on the head.  "You're finally started to listen.  Good bitch."  I also noticed the smile its lips formed at the compliment. 

My cock had subsided somewhat and I said, "continue".  It stuck its tongue out further and groped around with it, feeling blindly until it found my cock and then began to lick and suck it with real vigour and enthusiasm.  It quickly started to swell again.  I glanced around at Jane, which blanked its face but not before I saw the disappointment it had shown.

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A couple of minutes later I was gently swaying my hips and it was pushing its head backwards and forwards, in opposition to my swing to maximise the penetration.  My hands were hanging lose by my side as it was working freely.  Then on one out-swing I stepped backwards, away from it.  There was a wail of confusion, coupled with fear as it swayed dangerously forward.  With arms bound behind it and already tired the slut swayed dramatically for several seconds as it struggled for balance.  Finally it managed to regain control and sank back on its haunches.  It's head swung slowly from side to side, cocksucker open wide and tongue flicking about like a snake, puzzled and uncertain what was going on.

I laughed briefly and told it, "As you said bitch, what you want it totally fucking irrelevant."  I looked at Jane waved it forward with one finger and a great grin broke across its face as it scrambled quickly over to my position.  It's cocksucker opened wide and I grabbed its hair and began pounding deep down its throat.  With its tongue urging me on with its long years of experience I came relatively quickly.  This time, once I had finished, I sank onto my knees, resting them on the bitch's thighs as I rested for a couple of minute.  Then I stood again and it obediently rose to its knees and cleaned me.  I dried my cock on its hair and returned it to inside my pants.

Turning to July I said "Ready for the rest of you're drink now?"  It was sat back on its haunches, a sullen expression across its mouth.  With the excitement it had felt earlier snatch away from it I knew it would be more aware than before of its exhaustion and intense, for it, pain.  There was an air of  resignation in its reluctant nod and I walked over and bundled together the bulk of its long hair, much of which was now free of its mask.  Quickly pulling that together into a single strand I held in my right hand I started directing it towards the edge of the pool by the table.  It tried to scramble in that direction but with arms bound behind it and blindfolded it only managed to scuffle a few inches before the pull on its hair meant it was tipping forward.  It crashed to the floor with a scream as its tortured boobs cushioned the rest of its torso from the fall.  I dragged it by the hair the couple of feet to the edge of the pool and lowered its head until it felt the urine beneath it and slowly began licking.

I motioned Jane over.  "Help it move about until it's cleared up all the mess.  Give it a 10 minute break then take it back to its cage."  Its hand grabbed the rough brand of hair I offered toward it as I continued.  "Keep this out of the piss.  It's useful as a handle and a towel but I don't want it be grabbing it and finding it coated with bitch piss."  Jane nodded.

I stood up from my crouch and said as I walked towards the door.  "Give it a piss break in two hours.  Which mean you will give August one two hours after that."  As I walked through the door I paused at the door and glanced back, enjoying the view.  "Remember I told you not to piss earlier bitch?"  Jane looked at me and nodded briefly.  "July will beg you to use it after its finished here."  I think there was a muted moan from July and a brief smile from Jane.  "Lot more efficient that way, filtering it through both of them."  I smiled again and left.