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4.
I patiently waited until all the sobbing finally died away. I listened as they whispered words of comfort and encouragement to one another. At last they were quiet, with the exception of intermittent whimpers and moans of pain testifying to the extreme discomfort of their stretched bodies. It was time to get back to work. I had to repress a smile as I saw the anxiety the mere sound of my approach occasioned.
During the course of our first lesson together I had grown exceedingly tired of the sound of Mom's voice. I pressed up in front of her and smiled as I looked into her eyes. With no warning, she hacked up a gob of spit and expelled it in my face. Still smiling, I carefully gathered it from my cheek and smeared it evenly over her face. I then slowly unfastened the ankle length skirt she was wearing and let it drop around her ankles. Taking a handful of her panties, I tore them loose from her with a powerful jerk. I then pinched her nose until a lack of air forced her mouth open. I returned her gesture by sending an even larger load of my own saliva into her yawning mouth and then stuffing it with her torn panties until her cheeks bulged. I gave her face a couple of mocking little pats and left her hanging there while I went to attend to her daughter.
The girl's pretty face was tear stained. Her poor eyes were all puffy and red from crying. She watched me fearfully and fresh tears started streaming silently down her cheeks. With one hand I cradled her chin and with the other released the vice clamp from her hair. I gently lowered her head and she gave out a long, grateful groan of relief. I had just given her a small gift of pleasure. After the stick comes the carrot. I would be kind to her now, while all her little boo boos healed. As I unfastened her wrists and ankles, I crooned sweetly to her in the tone one uses to sooth a child.
"There, there. No more pain for Baby Pussy today. I am going to take care of you."
I helped her roll onto her back. Her joints were so stiff that she could barely move them. I fetched a cold bottle from the fridge. I supported her head while she drank thirstily. I had to caution her to drink slowly twice. The drink was laced with protein supplement and a mild muscle relaxant. I continued to comfort her while the mixture took effect.
After a bit I got her off the table, taking care to avoid the souvenir she had left on the floor. With my arm around her shoulders, I ushered her past her mother's worried eyes. Whatever protests the woman was making were effectively muffled by her mouthful of panties. The teenager hobbled along beside me on her bruised feet, hugging her arms around herself in a pathetic attempt to cover her girlish breasts. As her mother watched helplessly, we disappeared through a rear door into yet another area of the Quonset hut.
In the very rear of the building I had constructed a cinder block cube made up of four identical cells. Set into each wall of the cellblock was the door to one cell. A prisoner entering or leaving would have no idea that there were three other cells adjacent to their own. The walls were padded and sound proofed on the order of those used to lock down violent mental patients. Along a wall, a raised concrete bench with a thin naughahyde pad served as a bunk. There was a single wool blanket. The toilets were Japanese style, a hole in the floor with two raised surfaces for the feet. There were no windows. A sane person spending much time in such a room could easily go mad.
I opened one of the cells, led the girl to the bunk and helped her stretch out. The muscle relaxant had kicked in and she lay there limply, no longer making any effort to cover her nudity.
I left the cell briefly and returned with a pan of warm water, a towel and a soft washcloth. I sat down beside the girl and still talking to her in soothing tones, began to bathe her. Her physical and emotional exhaustion, coupled with the medication had rendered her totally passive. The feel of the warm water and downy soft cloth soon caused her to drift off to sleep. She had momentarily escaped the pain of her new reality. With the towel I patted her dry.
As she lay there, I studied her again, noticing for the first time a sprinkle of faint freckles across the bridge of her nose. It was refreshing to see a young girl with no tattoos or body piercings, other than the tiny holes in her earlobes. I leaned over and pulled one of those lobes into my mouth and lightly chewed on it. I bit down a trifle harder and was rewarded with a faint moan from her sleeping lips.
I sat up again and after a moment began playing with the girl's nipples, flicking them until they became turgid. It amused me to sit here toying with the girl as she slept while the mother hung helpless and fretting nearby.
No doubt all sorts of terrible fears were racing through Mom's frantic mind. I was counting on it. Giving her imagination time to run wild was the reason I was delaying my return to her. While I was thinking about her next ordeal, my fingers had absently begun dabbling just inside the lips of her daughter's virgin cunt. I noticed what I was doing when I felt the little vixen begin to secrete. In short order her narrow purse had become quite juicy.
Apparently she was a sexual little thing by nature. My, my, I thought, the things we discover along the way. I decided that it was time to go and break the mare to the bit and saddle. Reluctantly, I pulled my fingers from the filly's squishy, little box and licked her dew from them. Hmm, tasty indeed, I thought.
I departed her cell, locking the door behind me. I flicked a switch that activated a microphone and video monitor hidden in the ceiling. This quiet interlude with Baby Pussy had refreshed me. I headed toward my last task of the day with a light heart, even practicing a few Salsa steps as I went.
Needless to say Mom was still hanging around. I lowered the overhead hoist slightly until she could stand flat footed again. She couldn't thank me, of course, but a sigh of relief escaped her mouthful of undies. With little difficulty, I attached another pair of lined cuffs to her ankles. She made a feeble attempt to kick me but she was just too worn down for it to be effective. The line from the suspended pulley was made fast to the left ankle cuff and soon I was hauling on it and watching her left leg rise. When her sneakered foot was about the same height as her head I tied it off. Now she was naked from the waste down, with her cunt gaping, and struggling to balance on her right leg alone.
Satisfied, I went and retrieved the buggy whip. I was thoroughly pleased with her wild-eyed look when she saw it in my hand. I placed a folding chair in front of her so I could be comfortable while I gave my standard lecture. I sat with my elbows on my knees, holding the whip loosely. She eyed the tip of it nervously as it bobbed teasingly just below her spread crotch.
"Now, you brainless cunt, listen to what I have to tell you. You have been very noisy and abusive ever since you woke up and found yourself hanging here. Your noise making days are over."
I punctuated my words with a tap from the whip to her open pussy, causing her to hop on her one leg.
"From now on you will speak only when spoken to. My name is Sir. That will be the last word of every utterance I allow you to make. Nod that you understand!"
A slightly sharper tap with the whip and she nodded frantically.
"When you spit in my face, it showed great spirit. I appreciate spirit in a person. You are no longer a person though. You are a slave. Slaves may not have spirit. Nod that you understand."
Again even harder with the whip between the lips of her pussy and she once more nodded violently. I felt she understood about speaking without permission so I rose and pulled the damp panties from her mouth and threw them in the trashcan.
"Rebecca and Erica have ceased to exist. Once you have been properly trained you will be delivered to your owner and Mistress. If she wishes you to have a name she will give you one. Until then you will answer to Cowcunt and your daughter will be referred to as Baby Pussy. Nod that you understand."
I got an immediate nod but I snapped the whip up between her legs anyway. The meat between her labial lips had gone from pink to bright red.
"Beyond the rule of silence there is only one other rule. It is that you shall instantly obey any order given you. If I tell you to bark like a fucking dog, you will bark until you are told to stop. Whatever I tell you to do you will do immediately and without question. Tell me that you understand the two lousy rules, Cowcunt!"
Naturally, she just began to busily nod in the affirmative. I leapt up and flung my chair across the room.
