That's not going to work like this. A mere hour ago another new one arrived, and lo and behold, it's a brat. Who would have guessed...
Peter leads her downstairs and locks her up in a cell, without restraints, tho. I go down a short while later to give her the intro speach. I take off her blindfold. She's a cute one, but like the other newbies she seems determined to put up a fight.
"Sweetie, you don't need to be afraid. Nothing bad will happen to you. That is, if you cooperate. If you don't, you will go through hell. I prefer the easy way, because it's easier for me too. But rest assured, I have no problem with giving you hell either. Think, sweetie."

I leave her and order one of the girls to bring her some food and water. Then it's time for Michelle. I take Peter with me. The poor bloke should be doing some gardening, not carry them chicks around. She still glares. But this time out of puffy eyes. She cried, obviously. Good.
"Good morning, Michelle. Did you rest well?"
"I tell daddy! He'll see to it that you go to chail for all that. No, the electric chair. You're crazy. You're a crazy bitch!" I wait until she has stopped screaming. Then i step forward and smack her hard across the face.
"First, in this house there is no place for foul language. Not for the girls anyway." She starts to cry again. Then I untie her wrists and pull her to her feet. "Then, who do you think has sent you here? It wasn't me, but if you really want, we go to my office and call your dad. Would you like to call your dad and be told that it was him who sent you here?"
She doesn't answer, but her eyes show that the truth is dawning on her. Then I see the mess she has made.
"Peter, please see to it that one of the girls cleans this room. I take Michelle down. She will come out of the basement when she's learned the basics." I grab Michelle by the hair and pull her after me to the washing room. Cantrelle seems to have softened, but I tell her to be quiet or else.
Michelle is chained in the same fashion as Cantrelle. The treatment is different, however. I pinch her nose and hold her mouth for a long time and then releas the grip on her mouth. When she opens her mouth wide to breathe I insert a large dildo which I then fasten to her head. Then force her jaws even wider apart and insert a ring. Her mouth is now wide open, her jaws probably hurting.
Now, with the secured behind her teeth, I pull the dildo out again. She seems to be relieved, but not for long. With a rough brush and lots of soap I start to clean her mouth. "Gotta wash all that dirty language out of that mouth, right?" She retches, her eyes wide with fear and panic.
Then it's the rest of her body. When I am done I leave her to dry and think and turn my attention to Cantrelle.

"Now to you, my dear. Did you have enough time to think? Have you come to a conclusion? If you want to play along, you may now ask for my permission to get down on your knees, kiss my feet and eat my pussy." She just stares at me. „Haven't ever eaten a pussy, huh? Well, it's never too late to start. So, what's it gonna be?“