This is a fantasy story. It has no basis in reality. Even the names of the
characters are made up and have no relevance to anyone. It is for adult
readers only, of legal age, and deals with domination and submission of a
non consenting type. So don't read it if you are offended by this subject
matter or not an adult of legal age.
"'Tis the Season"
The finale to "Omens" and "Cornucopia"
by Musker
(part 3)
"So be good for goodness sake"
Judith stood in the doorway and felt a chill that caused her to shudder.
Never did she see a sight that affected her so much. Oh she had seen many a
young woman in the same position as these two were, but these two held a
special meaning for her. First off, neither one was going to Boot Camp
right after Preparation. There lot in life was down another path with a
unique role to fulfill. And second, this was more than just business. It
was personal! And Judith was chomping at the bit to get things going.
The room was about the size of a large garage with two rectangular tables
on either side of the center walkway. The walkway ended a short distance
past the tables and directly in front of an impressive control workstation.
At it's center was a large monitor that obstructed the view of anyone
sitting behind it, like it did with Sheila. The floor was made of a
seamless bright linoleum for easy cleanup, and the walls and ceiling were
painted an off-white to give the room that not so sterile hospital look.
But it was hard for anyone being there to think in terms that weren't
clinical. The elevated tables to which Katie and Heidi had been bound to
had that drip channel around it's perimeter like on a morgue table. And the
big overhead lights that could be easyly moved at will were suggestive of
what was used in an operating theater. The only thing that truly made the
room less clinical and more technical was the extravagant workstation. For
it had all manners of switches, knobs, displays, and other electronic
instrumentation that could control all sorts of things in that room. A mere
handful of which was keeping the girls held firmly in place on those two
tables.
Judith walked into the room and down the spacious middle aisle with an air
of remote dignity. She only gave the girls a parting glace as she walked
right by them ignoring their stifled angry moans and contorting captive
bodies. She continued her walk around and behind the wide crescent shaped
workstation where her asistant was busy typing in commands to the network
ready console unit. Judith wanted to make sure the girls were first
adequately taken cared of before progressing to the next stage.
"So, did you have any problems with them Sheila?" Judith asked her busy
sitting assistant with a calm voice.
Sheila was the equivalent to Jenny above ground. She was a little younger,
less experienced, a bit more blonde and physically more on the butch side
than her feminine counter part. Not that Sheila was some bull dyke or
anything like that. She was just more into the physical side of life with a
preference for both men and women, unlike Jenny who liked only the gents.
"Not really Ms. Davenport. I got them both on the tables by telling them it
was a new computer method for mapping their body contours, just like you
said. And once they bought that idea it was easy to get them to strip down
to their underwear and up on the tables. Of course they were a bit hesitant
when I told them that it was necessary for them to be on all fours while on
the table. But I turned on some overhead lights and made some adjustments
to the height of the table to make it look like a high tech operation. So
once they were in the correct position and covering the designated red dots
on the table with their hands and knees, it was literally as simple as
throwing a switch. They didn't even see it coming. The artificial hand like
devices came up through the table and clamped around their wrists and above
their knees holding them very immovable in place. I did have to physically
align their lower legs into the correct position for the other set of
clamps to make proper contact with the area just above the ankles though.
But the girls were too preoccupied with trying to free themselves that they
didn't notice me increasing their captivity one little bit."
"Very good Sheila! And what about the gags? I bet you had some major
trouble with those." Judith was now looking at the two girls as they were
both facing her with their mouths surrounding a very ingenious gag and head
restraint.
"Not at all Ma'am. Oh it would have been if it wasn't for the shocker that
was installed last week. And I have to tell you Ma'am, it really makes a
big difference too. Before, we had to wrestle with the girls to get them to
take the gag in. We had to pull their hair, pinch their nipples or simple
use brute strength and force that gag in their mouths. But now, all I have
to do is to push this big red mushroom shaped button on top of the console
here and they quickly found it better to open wide and let it in then to go
through another electric shock like that."
"Wonderful Sheila! I knew the engineering staff could find a way to use
those metal clamps to transfer an electric shock in some way or form."
"They also did this too Ma'am." And Sheila pointed to the monitor that
showed a wealth of information as to what was going on with the girls
bodies.
"See, body temperature, heart rate, blood pressure, the whole works and all
through the clamps and gags."
Judith was eyeing the screen that showed the generic form of two girls on
all fours with various digital reading and symbols relating to what was
being measure.
"Amazing! I am impressed! This new technology will make things much easier
in the future. But sometimes I still like the old fashion way of inspecting
a girl before processing." Judith then nudged Sheila with her arm, which
got a big smile form her young assistant.
"Come on Sheila, lets give the old way a try, just for the heck of it."
Judith winked at her assistant and both of them walked from behind the
workstation to the front where Heidi was still trying to free herself from
the tight grip of the clamps, having already given up on her gag. Which was
the first thing that Judith wanted to check out.
"This seems to be a new model Sheila." Judith began touching and probing
what was on the outside of the girl's mouth with her fingers and sometimes
making contact unceremoniously with the girl's lips in the process.
Heidi just didn't like it, any of it. So she began moaning and yelling with
a great degree of strength and anger. So much so, that it was interfering
with the conversation the two unfettered women where having. A few more
seconds of that and Judith could not stand it any more.
"That's enough! You are to be quiet! And that means you too red. You have
no one to blame for your situation but yourselves. And I am doing exactly
what I said I would. You are going to be prepared and then trained for your
role at Madame Rouso's party. Then taken to her estate for the SUCCESSFUL
execution to what you have been trained to do. THEN, you will be brought
back here to stay the night and released the following day. And if you FAIL
to follow orders, or refuse to be trained or to perform SUCCESSFULLY at the
party, you WILL be prosecuted as shoplifters to the full extent of the law.
AND that will only happen after I have tanned both of your miserable hides
until your unable to sit down in your jail cell for a month. Do you
understand!"
A very angry Judith was staring right into the face of Heidi, who, as a
result of hearing the riot act spelled out to her in no uncertain terms,
was seriously thinking twice about any further efforts to escape. She
stared back into the stead fast penetrating eyes of this dogmatic authority
figure. With no alternative left her, Heidi decided to submit. So she made
the token gesture of capitulation by lowering her eyes. That's all the gag
would allow her to do.
"And you red!" Judith turned her eyes to the fixed profile of Katie who
also found no alternative but to agree in kind as she emitted a soft moan
of compliance.
"Good!" And Judith turned her attention back to inspecting the gag and
talking with her assistant as if nothing of a serious nature had happen.
"This gag seems to be a bit different, here, where the teeth go. And the
attachment seems more rigid."
"Yes Ma'am." Even though Judith seemed to be back to normal, Sheila was
still a bit uneasy witnessing the true dominating force of her boss up
close, someone she held in great esteem.
"It's based on the shape of a pear" Sheila continued "instead of a standard
ball type gag. The smaller end, which you cannot see Ma'am, goes completely
inside the mouth in order to fill it and keep the tongue pressed down all
the way to the back of the mouth. Thus preventing any form of human speech
from occurring while reducing whatever audible express that does come forth
to simple throaty sounds, like grunts, moans and groans. The large end,
which you can only see a small part of right now, also goes into the mouth
and has two channels or grooves attached to it's bottom where the subject's
teeth are placed in. Once the gag is fitted into the subject's mouth it is
then split in half with a miniature screw jack assemble built directly
inside of it. This then makes the gag an integral part of the entire head
and mouth, as if all three parts were one solid unit. Then the two metal
projections, over here in front Ma'am, are mated securely with the top
assembly of a now much more hefty metal bar that comes up from the table
and is anchored there in. With this new gag model the whole head is kept in
a very fixed and unmoveable position to whatever height you may wish. I set
it at a height that forces the subjects to stretch themselves from their
clamped wrists all the way up to their gagged mouths, giving them that
rigid, proud, show dog look if you will. I believe this is a superior model
Ms. Davenport. It has height adjustments for the head making examination
and preparation much easier now, and with the upgrade bar replacement, the
subject's head remains frozen in position no matter how much exertions is
put forth."
"I see, and I agree with you Sheila. It is a much better design. I'm glad
to see your input into the new design was most beneficial. Very good work
my dear."
Sheila was bubbling over with pride as she was blushing a very becoming
red. Judith was not only her boss, but her mentor and role model. So
receiving such a wonderful positive comment like this was definitely making
her day. She tried hard to follow in her guru's foot steps whenever she
could. And that included in coming up with ideas to make things easier or
interesting like Judith did, not necessary for the betterment of the
"subject" in question though.
So given the positive atmosphere between herself and her boss, minus all
the subdued grunts and groans of negativity coming from the two subjects at
hand, Sheila decided to push the friendliness a little and ask a question
that was really none of her business.
"Excuse me Ms. Davenport, but may I ask you a question." It was always a
good idea to ask for permission first from an anointed icon, no matter
where one stood on the hierarchy ladder of Judith's flourishing little
empire.
"Of course my dear, please do" Judith answered back in an open friendly
tone still inspecting the new improved gag, or at least that part she could
see and touch with her fingers.
"To what "role" with these two subjects be performing at Madame Rouso's
party come Saturday evening Ma'am?"
The question was one that the two bound and gag girls were eager to know as
well.
"Oh that, it seems Madame wishes to make a grand entrance to her party. So
she is going to do so in a superbly designed sleigh loaded with gifts like
Santa Claus. And as such, she will need someone, or ones, to pull it. Thus
these two beautiful creatures here are going to be her ponygirls. And as
such, they are to be trained and fitted with the approate attire of
harnesses, bridles, bits and all."
There was a moment of dead silence as the unbelievable was thoroughly
digested. And when Katie and Heidi did finally understood what being
prepared and trained as ponygirls truly meant, they quickly resumed their
dire need to escape with a renewed heighten vigor. They began pulling,
twisting and contorting their torsos, limbs and heads with great
determination. But the clamps and gag assembly held fast and firm. So hard
did they struggle that Judith had to stop her examination of Heidi's gag
post haste and take a step back.
That's when Judith told them, command them, to stop their struggling
immediately! She knew the hardware would hold and they would not escape.
She was only worried about the possibility of one or both of the girls
hurting themselves in the process of their panic attack.
But when the girls heard Judith's military like commands to cease and
desist their struggles, it only made them more determined to escape from
this perverted woman's claws. That's when there grunts and moans became
even louder and more angry. Accompanied by their long hard threatening
stares that made even Sheila think that maybe things were getting a little
out of hand.
But Judith knew how to handle these two. She had a wealth of experience in
dealing with young recalcitrant women like this. Women who didn't want to
be controlled or inducted into her idea of Boot Camp or a better life. They
only wanted out, and come hell or high water they would move heaven and
earth to get there too. It was a battle of wills, and a battle that Judith
had yet to loose.
Judith quickly walked behind the workstation. She searched and found the
digital readout that indicated the level of electric shock that was to be
given. Then she made two fists and brought them both down hard on each of
the red mushroom shaped buttons. Immediately the girl's bodies began to
shake violently as high voltage ravaged their bodies. And as soon as it
started. it stopped just as fast.
The energy in the struggling girls had subsided tremendously, except for a
small tug here and a whisper of an angry groan there. But that was too much
defiance for Judith. Again she hit the red buttons, and again the girl's
bodies shook uncontrollably for several seconds until the electricity was
once more turned off. This time the girls were very passive even though
their breathing was going hard and fast through their noses. This time they
looked as though all rebellion had been shocked clean out of them. But
again, that was not enough for Judith.
"THAT my dear Ladies was level 3!"
Judith lowered her right hand down to a knob on the console and turned it
one notch to the right.
"THIS is level 4!"
Again her fist met with the pair of red plungers and again the girls did
their spastic electric dance even more so now with the increased voltage.
When it was over with, Judith could hear the girls simpering and whining
like scared little puppy dogs. That's when she knew she had the correct
response. A big victorious smile crossed her face that bordered on being
pure sadistic pleasure.
Sheila looked at her once inspiring mentor with disbelief. She knew it was
necessary for the first jolt to be given and maybe even the second, but the
third? And at a level that was literally shocking to her! She did not
understand and it definitely showed on her face.
Judith turned her glowing features over to Sheila and they quickly vanished
by what she saw. She knew an explanation was in order from the horrified
and puzzled look she received.
"Sheila, I know you understand the need for immediate action to regain
control in situations we just experienced. And the difference between
controlling, dominating and breaking is simply how long the submissive
effect lasts. You seen as well as I did that I regained complete control of
their wild behavior right after the second shock. But how long would that
have lasted? You already shocked them once so they knew what to expect.
All we were doing was simply controlling their immediate behavior with
repeated minimal shocks. And that can be very cruel for them in the long
run. What we needed to do was to dominate them without breaking them. I
have no desire in turning them into mindless robots. All I want is for them
to obey my orders, to perform as proud ponygrils, and I need them to do
that in a very short period of time. The only way I can obtain that is if
they accept my dominance over them. And that my dear assistant is something
more in tune to being an art form then it is a science. Too little and all
you have is temporary control with a rising desire to rebell. Too much and
you have nothing more than a conditioned lap dog constantly at your feet
and in need of attention. In time, and experience, you too will find this
to be true."
Sheila heard the profound words and she was beginning to see that her boss
was right. Sometimes one had to be cruel in the short term in order to be
kind in the long run. And if she wanted to become a successful dominant
like her mentor, then she too would have to become an accomplished artist
in the dark arts just like she was.
But said words were not heard by the two recovering girls. All they knew
was that wanted no more shocks!
"Ladies, look at me." Judith said in a calm but loud voice. And both girls,
simultaneously as if on cue, raised their eyes and looked straight at the
mad women who they thought was on the verge of killing them.
"No more rebellion Ladies. Disobedience will lead to punishment, and
punishment is pain! OBEY, and your lot in life for the next few days will
be as good as it can be. Disobey, and your punishment will be swift, hard
and virtually unbearable. I promise you that! Sheila, turn the shock dial
up to level 5!"
The girls started to whimper and moan in a pleading begging kind of way,
but they did not try to escape or rebel with angry threatening grunts like
before.
"Level 5 Ma'am." There was no hesitation in either of Sheila's moves or in
her voice. She trusted her idolized mentor now, fully and completely.
"I do not wish to use the shocking device Ladies. But I WILL! If you
warrant it. Understand, ponygirls?"
Judith knew this was "the" best time to add the ponygirl reference. For it
require the two girls to not only accept their subservient status to her
will, but to also accept their soon to be roles as beasts of burden,
hybrids of both human and animal, like in some ancient Greek mythology. It
was also a major hurdle that needed to be transversed as well. For once the
girls verbally accept their submissive fate, being dominated and turned
into ponygirls, all else would fall into place as easy as pie.
Judith could see the unnerving hesitation in their eyes. The desire, the
will not to, but at the same time the simple reality of what would happen
to them if they didn't. And just as she expected, the wisdom of an
intelligent and rational mind in dire fear won out. They lower their eyes
and gave a submissive mewing sound of surrender. Now, Judith had her
ponygirls!
"All right then. Sheila, cut away their underwear and throw it away with
the rest of their clothes. It all stinks just as much as they do."
Judith could hear the girls worried whining, and she also knew what they
were snivelling about as well. But Judith loved to hear the pathetic sounds
made by a fair damsel in distress. They seem so erotic and pleasing to her
soul. So she let them continued for a little longer before she calmed their
fears.
"Now don't worry your pretty little heads ponygirls. Come Sunday, you will
be given a complete new outfit to wear home with you, compliments of Madame
Rouso's Boutique. And your personal items will be saved as well." Judith
then turned to walk back to the workstation as she heard the concern fears
of the girls slowly subside.
Once at the station she sat in the swivel chair and made a call to her
favorite receptionist, all the while watching her assistant cutting away
the last bastion of the girls unfashionable purity.
"Trixie, send a cleaning crew to the Preparation Room right away. Thank you
Trixie."
'It shouldn't be long now.' Thought Judith as she enjoyed watching Sheila
remove the white bras from the girls and seen what excellent material she
had to work with.
Just as Sheila had all of the girls smelly clothes in a plastic bag there
was a knock on the door. Judith looked at her watch and her eyebrows went
up in surprised. 'That was fast!' she thought to herself. And then watched
as Sheila opened the door and allowed four nondescript maids in.
Judith began swivelling back and forth in her chair waiting anxiously to
see these four cleaning maids in action. Something she never got tired of
watching.
Sheila too was eager to watch. It never ceased to amaze her how four women
could act as one, well trained, synchronous team in preforming a single job
so quickly and efficiently, given their extreme uniforms and ultra high
heels.
All four of them were dressed in black rubber catsuits. With the only part
to their rubber encasement that wasn't black was the white ruffled trim of
their shiny latex maids caps and abbreviated aprons. The rest of their very
attractive bodies were completely cover by the thick black rubber, which
looked as though it was painted on them, layer after layer after layer.
Even their eyes were covered by some kind of clear plastic lense that was
needed for them to see through and get about. The only holes that could
barely be seen were for them to breathe through, right underneath each
nostril. And speaking of holes, all three of their major orifices were
plugged by some sort of rubber phallus, whose size and shape matched the
given hole they were pushed into, somewhat tightly of course. It was truely
amazing how their entire unique identities were so over shadowed by what
they wore that they all looked as if they were cloned from the same generic
rubber maid.
To see the rubber maids in action was really an awesome sight to behold.
All Sheila had to do to get them started was to point and they were on
their way. Heidi was the first "object" to be cleaned. And considering that
the cleaning crew was called out to clean practically anything, they
reacted to everything as if it was simply another "object" to be washed up,
human or not.
When Heidi first caught sight of the weird human-like black creatures she
was both frighten and curious. Frighten becuse their artificial presents
were soon all around her, and curious becuase she didn't know what they
were about to do to her. But it didn't take long for her curiosity to be
quenched, literally.
One maid walked right up to the front of Heidi's head, gently grasp one of
her eyelids by the long lashes and pulled it all the way up. Heidi squealed
out in panic as the maid then put two drops of some ointment to protect her
eyes from getting stung and red by their soap. She did the same to the
other eye as wellto which Heidi again made the terrifying sounds of a woman
who through she had just been blinded for life.
But once Heidi had worked the ointment throughout her eyes and could begin
to see again, her panic began to dampen. That is, until she seen two maids
with four soap filled sponges, one for each hand, approach her head again.
It was like watching a car wash in progress. They started at her head,
covering it completely in a big white foamy froth. Then they went down her
body, one on each side, rubbing those big sea sponges in every nook and
cranny they could find. The whole process would have been a fun experience
for Heidi if she wasn't so frighten and trying to see and breathe through
all those tiny bubbles hanging over her face.
All of a sudden Heidi let out with a high pitch squeal. The result of the
washing maids having reached her pussy and rear entry with undue modesty.
And even though the sponges were as soft as a pillow and saturated with a
warm fragrant skin softening soap, the maids were far too callous and
conscientious in making sure all of her holes were throughly clean for
Heidi to enjoy a single moment of it.
The endpoint of the wash cycle was when each maid finished washing the bare
soles of Heidi's feet, which of course Heidi reacted to as her normally
ticklish self would.
It took only a minute before the washing maids had changed over to becoming
the rinse maids now. And these two were quickly followed by the other two
maids who were responsible for collecting all the watery refuse that was
channeled by the table's drip channel, as well as some minor drippings on
and around the floor area. There was a single shop vac with two hoses for
these sucking maids to use and make sure everything was kept all nice tidy.
Heidi didn't react much to being rinsed off, for the water was warm and she
no longer had to deal with those damn soap bubbles on her face. She did
however have to deal with her long sopping wet hair covering her face and
constantly dipping water into her eyes. But again, this did not last long
for now the rinse maids had become the drying maids. The drying maids used
two big white bath towels to dry her hair and skin. And as soon as Heidi'd
head was gone over vigorously with a towel, another maid came in right
after her with a hair dryer. Much of this maid's time was spent in drying
and combing Heidi's hair into something reasonably becoming. But once that
was done, the maid used the dryer on the rest of her body just like a
blower on a car wash would before she was all nice and squeaky clean.
The maids did a final quick going over of the object and the surrounding
area that the object was displayed upon. They were trained not to leave
until everything was dry and cleaned. Then they moved over to Katie, the
other "object" that needed a thorough cleaning as well.
The time it took to do both girls was just under a half hour. And that
included the cleaning of the tables and floor until they were all spotless.
Sheila held the door open for the cleaning crew to leave and as each one
passed by they each did a little curtsy as they were taught before leaving
the presents of a superior. But before Sheila could close the door two
regular French Maid dressed in the standard latex uniform with her gagged
mouth and dildoed filled pussy came mincing in. Each was carrying a tray,
but only one had anything on it and that one was covered by a cloth. Both
of these maids did a little bow of subservience before walking into the
center of the room and going into the standard maid's wait state.
"Ok Sheila, it's time to see exactly what we have to work with." And with
that both Judith and Sheila walked over to Katie.
Katie's eyes flared out big as she intently watched each woman approach her
and then disappear from her field of vision on either side of her. The
pleasant lingering effect of her warm systematic body washing did little to
diminish the premonition of inpending doom that was rising up inside of
her. Her body jerked when she felt the first hand on her back as it slowly
glided down along her spine and then circled her butt cheeks several times
before ending with a full hard grasp of her sexy ass.
"This one looks in good shape Sheila!" As Judith punctuated her statement
with a good hard smack on Katie's ass.
"Yes Ma'am, and she smells very good too." Now it was Sheila's turn to pet
and rub the soon to be ponygirl. Only she was more interested in the girls
thighs and calves like any trainer would.
"Yes she does. It must be from the soap. What is that scent anyway?"
Judith was perplexed by the fragrant aromatic bouquet that seemed to engulf
the girl. She then took a closer look at Katie's bung hole by grasping both
of her butt cheeks and spreading them far apart. After seeing nothing but a
healthy asshole that would probaly take a standard size plug she then
lowered her line of sight to check out the girl's pussy lips. Katie began
making soft fearful whimpering sounds as she could feel Judith gently
playing with her hairy bush and then fingering her labia lips and the
furrow between them.
"I think it's . . . Jasmine! Yes Ms. Davenport. It's Jasmine all right."
Sheila was please in knowing the answer for her mentor question as she then
turned her interests to Katie's hair.
Judith's interest also turned to the girl's head, and her breasts. One hand
took a good size grasp of Katie's firm, above average, pendulous breast
while the other ran her fingers through Katie's long beautiful red mane.
"Yes, I do believe your right Sheila. It is Jasmine. . . . And I think that
will be a good name for this ponygirl too, Jasmine! Do you understand me
ponygirl Jasmine?" Judith was addressing Katie, but she wanted to make sure
Katie got her message loud and clear by pulling her hair back hard.
The pain in Katie's scalp caused her to squint her eyes tightly close. And
in hopes of alleviating such a major discomfort, she instantly agreed with
her tormentor via a series of quick short grunts.
"Good ponygirl!" Judith then released her firm grip and began petting
Katie's head. "Then from now on you will respond to being called Jasmine.
What do you think Sheila?" Judith asked her assistant with a lovely smile
on her face while she continued to stroke the girl's thick head of
beautiful fiery red hair.
"I like it Ms. Davenport. It fits her well. Much better than any of the
other obvious names related to her lovely red hair, which is her natural
color by the way." Now it was Sheila's turn to pull on Katie's hair, but
her's was not hurtful. It was more like a gentle tugging as her fingers
slowly made their way through her long wavy locks.
"True, and she really does have very attractive hair, . . . pity."
The smile on Sheila's face had suddenly disappeared when she heard the
expressionless single word that ended her instructor's statement. She knew
very well what Judith meant by the word "pity". Her own existence as a
woman taught her how important a head of luscious silky hair was to a
girl's identity, to her very place in society even. And as she looked upon
the countless strands of long red silk flying through her fingers she felt
a touch of sympathy for girl. "Pity", she whispered under her breath.
But Katie didn't know. Or at least her conscious mind would not permit it.
But her unconscious sure did, as her stomach began feeling like it was all
tied up into knots.
Judith then turned her attention to Heidi. A special warm feeling began to
permeate her vengeful soul. She knew this was the girl who stole her red
hat and was also responsible for throwing a snow ball right smack into her
face. So under the guise of one turn deserves another, Judith was none too
gentle in examining her next ponygirl.
The results of her touch upon Heidi's soft delicate flesh could be heard
clear across the room. A series of vengeful smacks, grasps and pinches via
Judith's skilled hands were each accompanied by their own equally
expressive shrieks, grunts and painful wails by a very receptive and
hurting Heidi. If Judith was after her pound of flesh in compensation of a
debt due her, then she certainly was getting all that she deserved, and
then some.
Heidi tried her best to move her butt away, which was about the only thing
she could move about with any major degree. But her swaying from side to
side like a happy little puppy dog seem to egg Judith on even more. So much
so that Heidi could hear her tormentor giggle and laugh like a school girl
when she was able to lay a good hard one right on target. Thus Heidi's
conscious act to avoid further abuse upon her bottom soon became an
unconscious act to fan the pain away like the rubbing a sore arm.
After a few minutes Judith was finally through. Which left Heidi covered
with numerous red blotches from her ordeal. Her hind quarters got the brunt
of it though. But was it really Judith's fault that she got a little over
zealous back there? Heidi had the most incredibly rear end that seemed to
be made especially for a good ass whipping. It was all so big, and round,
and smooth, and it even quivered so delightfully when given a resounding
hard smack. But the best part of it was in how it glowed afterwards. It was
just like the nose on Rudolph the reindeer, all so dazzling bright and ever
so VERY red.
After her butt, Heidi's nipples and breasts got a little extra special
attention from Judith's critical eye and hands as well. Even though they
were basically the same size and shape as Katie's, Katie's never got the
same extensive going over as Heidi's did.
It was probably do to how Judith was feeling at the time. She just spent a
really good satisfying time tanning Heidi's ass to no end. Thus her desire
for revenge had been appeased, for now at least. But she was still running
in a highly charged emotional state. So when she caught sight of those two
bountiful breasts hanging and swaying in the breeze like that, she
naturally became enamored to them. And being the aggressive woman in
virtually all her life's passions, she attacked Heidi's two floating orbs
with the same fanaticism as she did with her butt.
Of course Heidi didn't like this one little bit. Having her breasts
sensuously rubbed, massage and squeezed repeatedly, especially by another
"woman" was something that was as difficult for her to take, mentally, as
was the physical abuse to her rear end. But what could she do? She was laid
prone on all fours, unable to move and at the hand, will and desire of an
obvious over sex lesbian. And she was completely powerless to do anything
about it. Except to moan and groan her displeasure and frustration that
only seemed like erotic love cooing to her nemesis's kinky ears. And if
Heidi ever wondered how a cow felt being milked by the groping of her
teats, she didn't have to any longer. The long sliding stretch and pull of
her nipples, starting from their base all the way to the tip, was a very
disconcerting feeling for her. Part of her liked it, as it somehow
stimulated something sexually inside of her right on down to her pussy. But
another part of her felt so very embarrassed and humiliated having to be on
all fours and "woman" handled in the same way as a dairy cow was giving her
mornings quart of milk.
But eventually Judith's interest in Heidi's body was pacified. That and
having a long list of things to do, places to go and people to see before
she could rest her weary bones in the soft warm confines of her bed for the
night. So she decided to get things going by turning her interest towards
Heidi's hair, pussy hair that is.
Judith simply reached over to Heidi's dense bush and selected a single long
hair and jerked it out.
Heidi instantly contracted her gut in response, while making a muffled high
pitch squeak at the same time. She so wanted to rub herself there, to rub
the pain away, but the hard stainless steel clamps kept her as she was. It
was Sheila who took some pity on the poor girl and began rubbing her there.
Around the pubic area. Just above her hood, and soon around the top and
side of it. With a light circular motion. And . . .
"Sheila, come here and take a look at this." Judith was under the main over
head lamp holding up the pubic hair and staring at it.
"Yes Ma'am" Sheila answered back a bit disappointed that she couldn't
continue masturbating the girl. But Heidi sure wasn't.
"Do you see this? The color I mean. It looks lighter. Here I'll show you."
And with that Judith took a strain of hair from Heidi's head and yanked it
out by the root as well. Again Heidi gave an audible response to having
more of her rich brown hair suddenly removed, all be it this time the pain
was not as bad, nor the indignity she suffered from winched it was taken
from.
"You see? Just as I thought! One is not the same shade as the other. Which
means this is totally unacceptable. We simply cannot use these two as
ponygirls like this. That's all there is to it!"
Immediately a ray of hope warmed the hearts of both girls. A slight
imperfection like that was going to save them from public ridicule. Thank
goodness for Ms. Davenport's critical eye and sense for perfection. Soon
they will be set free and all will be right with the world once more. Or so
both girls thought. But Sheila didn't.
And oh how hard it was for Sheila to keep a straight sober look on her
face. For she knew of her mentor's tormenting ways by playing on the two
girls hopes like she was.
"My oh my, and to think we almost let this happen. Remember now Sheila, in
the future, to always check for a good clean match, otherwise . . ." She
purposely let her words end like that and let the silence fill the gap and
heighten the suspense for the girls in question. Then as the few short
seconds ticked away like minutes Judith ended the heart pounding unknown by
adding an element of bone chilling horror to fill it with in three little
words.
"Sheila, the device!"
"Yes Ma'am" And as Sheila removed the cloth from the tray that one of the
maids was holding at attention in front of her. Katie and Heidi tried
desperately to see what Ms. Davenport's assistant was getting for her, for
them!
But it was no use. Sheila was too far back and out of view for even their
peripheral vision to see. All they could do was to listen very carefully
for any clues that might have given them some indication as to what it was.
It took only the amount of time for Sheila to remove the device from the
metal tray and then test it by switching it on and off for the two girls to
discover what they feared the most was indeed true. They heard it buzz!
"Here you are Ma'am. Fully charged, sharp as a razor and all ready to go."
Judith reached for it and slowly brought it towards her, right pass Heidi's
bulging eyes. She began inspecting it up close to Heidi's face to make sure
the girl could see it in all it's nasty details. Heidi could not keep from
staring at it like driving by a horrible accident, she had to look and keep
looking until Judith turned it on. That buzzing again caused her to blink
and come out of her panic stricken trace. And when the clippers were moved
again, she did not follow it with her eyes, but instead closed them and let
the tears that were slowly forming in her eyes begin to flow out and over
her very sad cheeks.
Heidi knew there was no escape. If she tried like before to struggle
relentless it would only mean more excruciating pain for her. She
remembered that the shocker was set at level 5 now, and level 4 was a bad
enough experience to last her a life time. 'Better to suffer the emotional
humiliating grief of being sheared like a sheep then to experience the
actual physical pain of having my muscles turned into jell-O,' she thought
to herself in hopes that it might help her accept the inedible. But when
she felt the physical vibrations of the clippers touching the front of her
head and then slowly being pushed through the dense growth of her beautiful
hair, all the way to the back of her head, nonstop tears and shrieks of
panic stricken devastation filled the air. She thought that she was only
going to loose her pussy bush, not her precious head of brown beautiful
hair! And then the tears ran down her cheeks like a sudden down pour of
rain.
While Judith did the cutting, Sheila did her best to collect what was cut
away and then placed it on the empty tray held by the other maid. Judith
was taking her time and being very systematic with her progress. She made
sure one path, one harvested row of radiant long tresses, was cut to the
very nubs from front to back before she stared on the next adjacent tract.
That's the way she did things sometimes, performing a task in a slow
methodical manner with an eye for detail. Especially when there was so much
pleasure to be reaped from such an endeavor. And this one was the absolute
best! Taking away another woman's pride and joy, the very heart of her
femininity no less, while she was powerless to do anything about it made
her craving for revenge feel almost satiated.
Sheila could easily see the realized satisfaction on her mentor's face. And
as a result, she too felt a certain level of shared pleasure in empathizing
with her boss's joy as she carefully stacked one bundle after another of
dark brown hair on the polished silver tray. Katie too was sympathizing
with her dear friend, as she too echoed her friends sadness and desolation
with tears and groans of misery.
In all, the time it took to remove the entire crown of Heidi's womanly
virtue was less than a quarter hour. Not nearly long enough to suit
Judith's taste, but far too long for the now brush cut Heidi not to
continue to grieve over.
Judith handed the deactivated clippers over to Sheila while she used both
of her eager awaiting hands to stroke and rub the clear cut forest of her
depressed foe. She positively loved the feel of it! The tiny little hairs
that stood up like so many tree stumps now. It tickled her to no end to
race her hands over the soft, round, ball-like surface that was now Heidi's
fuzz covered head. She kept moving her hands back and forth along the sides
just above the ears that now look so funny as they stuck out like sore
thumbs from the sides of her head. And then making big and small circles
over and around the crown of the Heidi's head, going so fast that she could
feel heat building up from the friction. Something that Heidi felt too, but
did not respond in the same playful giddy way that Judith did.
Katie strained her eyes to the very corners of their sockets to see what
she heard as the bitter/sweet going on's next to her. But what she could
see was that of Judith having the time of her life at her friend's obvious
expense. Something that made her very ill, because she knew that she would
soon be next.
As with all good things, this too had to come to an end, for Judith at
least. The evening was rapidly getting late and she wanted these two out of
preparation tonight and into bed as soon as possible. This way they could
be well rested and ready to be trained first thing in the morning. Thus it
was necessary that things moved quickly from this point on. Plus there was
the fact that Judith still had many managerial decisions to make with her
other departments. Things were mounting up and Judith knew the only way a
good manger could deal with them without going crazy was to delegate.
So Judith needed to delegate the task of cutting Katie's hair and shaving
both girls heads and pussies to Sheila. This way she could catch up on some
work using the workstation terminal and keep an eye on Sheila at the same
time.
But after Sheila finished clipping Katie's hair, Judith found that this
current situation was just not adequate for her. There were area's and
people of her underground organization that she just had to be with in
person. So what she really needed was to be in two places at once, but that
was a child's fantasy wish. Then there was a knock on the door.
Both free women looked at one another as if to question the other as to
whether they were expecting someone. Then Judith gave her assistant a nod
of the head to go see who it was.
As soon as Sheila opened the door and seen who it was she took an alarming
step back. Immediately Judith stood up from her chair and looked at her
assistant's who was now standing straight as a rail and still gawking at
whoever was in the hallway.
"Sheila! Who is it?" she asked in a clear loud voice from across the room.
Sheila turned her head and looked over at Judith. Her face was glowing with
an unspeakable surprise. Judith could see her mouth moving, but no words or
sounds were coming from it.
The door was a little more open now, but it was still blocking Judith's
view.
Judith could not stand the suspense any longer. So she walked around the
workstation, down the center aisle between the two fuzz head sniveling
girls, took hold of the door knob and briskly opened the door the rest of
the way.
Now she could see why her assistant was reacting so. For there, standing
directly in front of her, was a fat old man that reminded her of Santa
Claus in a three piece suit, bowler hat and a well trimmed white beard. He
had a smile on his face that was beaming nothing but joy and happiness.
"Sir Winfred!" Judith said with a certain school girl charm and adoration.
The man that her receptionist told her was coming to see her was now here.
He was also the man that Judith believed was going to save the day for her,
if she played her cards right.
As she held out her hand in eager welcoming friendship she thought to
herself, ''Tis the Season for wishes to come true.'
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Part 4 coming soon, hopefully before Christmas.
Can Judith talk Sir Winfred into working his magic with the two girls? And
what other things are in need of Judith's personal interest?
Stay tune!
