Chap 13:- Another day
As before the bitches were gathered prior to breakfast. However this time I only kept them waiting about 5 minutes as today would be busy. I was going to introduce them to the rest of their daily schedule which would mean new lessons to be learnt. I stroll quickly through the standing sluts, giving an occasional touch, pinch or hair tug as I checked over their appearance. Also I noticed that although a couple jerked slightly with surprise none made any complaint or tried to block my actions.
The sluts were starting to show signs of wear and tear. Apart from the various welts and bruises, most noticeable on April, July and August, they were distrevelled and dirty, with lank hair travelling from their hoods and distinct BO. The latter would help further in undermining their self-identity especially as they would have no idea when they would get a wash. July, of course, was in the worst state, with its far more frequent punishment and wavered a little from time to time as if it could hardly stand.
Having completed this I walked to the table and sat on it watching them for a minute, allowing tension to rise. Finally I spoke. "Well the good news is that you sluts have learnt something. There was no unauthorised yakking during the night." I paused to make them more nervous, then continued. "However there were two attempts at serious bitch abuse last night."
I allowed a period of silence that seemed to echo around the room. "In hindsight I may have underestimated the stupidity of you sluts. While anything with any intelligence would have realised such behaviour is unacceptable I realise that I never actually stated this. Therefore, in a spirit of generosity, I am quartering the penalties that apply. However this is a one time only exception. Future abuses will be punished properly."
I paused, then continued. "Collective punishment will consist of four strokes to each bitch. This will be performed, followed by extra punishment for the guilty bitches. Starting now!" With that the tutors, having been primed already, brought their straps down across the arses of 6 of the slaves. To maximise the element of surprise the ones selected were the 2nd of each pair, as they were probably expecting the others to get hit 1st. Several of them jerked, crying out with pain and a couple stumbled forward a pace.
"Silence! Get back into line." I shouted and they nervously shut up and stepped back into position. "Because you were unwilling to take you're punishment in a quiet and respectful manner that blow will not count." There was barely enough time to hear a couple of moans from the nearest bitches when the next blow landed, a pleasant ringing of slaps of leather on bitch arse cutting off the complaints. This time they were ready and stayed still, although a couple of small cries were heard. Heads jerked up in anguish then flinched again as the second blow stung them again.
I had instructed the tutors on what they were to do so this was followed by them stepping back a pace and changing from a forehand stroke to a backhand as they now struck the buttocks of the 1st in each pair. Again this was successful in gaining a measure of surprise and the bitches jerked in sudden pain. Three more blows followed, then the tutors turned back to their other slut and finished off with a couple of heavy blows to them.
I smiled at the sight of the sluts withering with the pain, nervously fidgeting from foot to foot as they sought to overcome the pain without complaining or moving and risking prompting further punishment. I had each in turn speak to thank their tutor. This they did without objection or noticeable delay. After a couple of minutes they started to settle and I ordered, "Bring the guiltily sluts forward."
The tutors had shelved their straps and Kathy and Debbie stepped forward, moving around their charges then turned slightly. Kathy pinched the right nipple of March and said, "Come", starting to move forward. Debbie performed the same operation with November's left nipple. Both bitches, probably suspecting what was coming, winced, a brief gasp coming from March. As their tits started to stretch under the pressure they stumbled forward until the tutors had moved them to stand in front and either side of me. Debbie had taken a little longer as it needed to manoeuvre its charge through the front rank of sluts.
"In a couple of seconds you will lean forward until you are resting on the table. From that point you're tutors will give you a further 6 strokes. They will be followed by two tutor's given each bitch another 3 strokes. After this the slaves will thank each tutor then stand and be led back to its position. Sluts Janine and Jane will assist slut Kathy and sluts Carol and Sandra will aid slut Debbie. Now bend!"
Both bitches quivered for a moment then nervously started bending at the waist. With arms bound behind them they had no way to protect themselves from falling forward if they over balanced. As such they tried bending slowly, especially as their weight tilted forwards. After about 5 seconds I reached out and grabbed a breast in each hand. After a quick but firm squeeze, which prompted yelps from each and unbalanced them further, I tugged firmly. Deeper yells turned into screams as they fell forwards only to be stopped by my holding my hands still when their heads and shoulders were only an inch or so from the tabletop. This of course meant their breasts cushioned the blow of breaking their fall. They were still wailing at this when I gave another small tug and their bodies fell the last drop to land fairly quietly on the table. This left them in an uncomfortable position their upper shoulder, neck and head carrying the weight of their upper torso and restricting their breathing.
"Silence sluts!" I said loudly and angrily. A couple of moans were quickly silenced. I stepped forward a pace or two and inspected their arses, already tenderised by the earlier blows. March flinched briefly as I ran a hand over it but both wisely kept quiet. I gave each a firm slap on their outer cheek then stepped back to the table and moved my hands back to cup their inner tits.
While I had been doing this, the tutors moved into position. Kathy and Debbie stood behind the bent bitches and Janine and Sandra took up position outside the sluts, ready to hold them if they tried to rise or otherwise move. Carol and Jane stood a bit further back, awaiting their turns.
I gripped the two boobs a little tighter, although still relatively loosely, and nodded. Kathy and Debbie lifted their arms then brought them down in swinging blows, throwing their entire weight into the action. Both guilty slaves howled, in part because the tutors were not using their straps but instead canes that had been positioned ready on the table. They jerked in agony and tried to rise. Possibly I had a better grip on November's larger breast as I was able to tighten my grip and hold it down, aided by Sandra's hand pushing down on its back. March's smaller tit however slipped my grip and it rose a couple of inches before Janine's hand stopped it then pushed it back down.
"You stupid cunts! I gave you simple orders and you still refused to obey." They both trembled at my words, also possibly the tightening of my grip on their breasts. "Since you were unhappy with that blow your tutors will have to apply it again." A low moan of despair rose from both sluts, cut short by a curt "silence" from adjacent tutors and my tightening my fists further and twisting their flesh slightly.
I nodded and the tutors struck again, bringing new cries and flinches from the sluts but they stayed bent over. They continued to maintain position, although emitting moans and cries while the other five strokes were applied to their arses. I helped in this by keeping a firm grip on their boobs, pulling down slightly when they twitched upwards. I was also aware that every time they moved in their agony it introduced new pressures and pain to their boobs.
When their tutors were finished they handed over the canes to the next pair of bitches. While the transfer took place I let go of their tits with a quiet "stay" and stepped forward to check my slave's handiwork. Both arses were now heavily welted and they flinched further as I ran hands over them before stepping back and grasping their breasts again. I nodded to Janine and Sandra and said "continue", and they swung their 1st blows. Both March and November juddered again under the blow, the vibrations transferring beautify to their hanging bags. Their cries were muted now but I noticed they were starting to sag at the knees. I motioned to the tutors to stop a minute and crouched down between the two sluts.
Whispering quietly in their ears I warned, "If you two sluts don't pick you're arses up and present them properly we will have to start again!" I emphasised my point by tightening my grip on their boobs considerably and then twisting my wrists sharply through 90 degrees. Both howled entertainingly, sagged a bit further then, with grunts of effort straightened their knees. I loosened my grip, said quietly, "That's better bitches. Now keep it there!" then lifted myself to stand between them again and nodded to the two blondes to resume their blows.
Both slaves took the rest of their punishment relatively quietly, sobbing a bit and wincing as the canes came down again. When Carol and Jane had finished I loosened the grip on their tits and stepped forward to admire their handiwork. Both bitches now had heavily marked rears, with deep welts cutting across the bruising that existed from earlier punishments. I knew they especially would find one of the next stages deeply uncomfortable. However my slaves had been skilful enough that although the damage was spread widely at no point were the guilty sluts bleeding,
I stepped back again and resumed my grip on their breasts, then said, "March 1st. Thank you're tutor."
It sobbed, lifted its head briefly, faltered the first time then said "Thank you Kathy."
"Properly!" I demanded. "Address it by title as a slave and say what you're thanking it for."
It hesitated for a moment then stuttered out "Thank you... slave Kathy. Thank you.. for.. punishing me."
"See bitch, as I said, easy when you behave." I couldn't pat it on the head with both hands occupied so I settled for a brief squeeze of its right breast. "Now you slut." I gave November's larger boob a quick but vicious squeeze and twist which made it cry out before relaxing my grip.
It gasped a couple of times, breathing in deeply then, presumably frightened of keeping me waiting too long, blurted out quickly, "Thank you slave Debbie, for punishing me."
"Good slut." I said patronisingly and gave a gentle squeeze this time. It gasped briefly again, more in surprise than actual pain. "Now thank the 1st of the other tutors who disciplined you."
It gave what I suspected was a moan of embarrassment then said "Thank you for punishing me slave .... Janine."
It yelped loudly when I squeezed its tit hard. "Stupid slut!" I squeezed again and twisted the breast hard then let go. "You're supposed to pay attention bitch. How the hell can you expect to serve properly if you never listen. It wasn't Janine that caned you but I've a good mind to give it a go now."
It shook its head nervously and started to blubber, "no..." but Debbie slapped its arse hard and said "silence slut!".
"However we're running short of time, so try it again slut". This time November managed to identify Sandra as the 2nd tutor to discipline it. I switched to March and it successfully identified Janine but got confused between Carol and Jane, earning its tit another firm squeeze. Finally they had completed their task and I ordered them to stand. Both struggled upright with a bit of difficulty then stood panting deeply.
I admired the battered state of their boobs, which looked distinctly painful but now my hands slide forward to slip a couple of fingers into each cunt. Both sluts fidgeted for a second or two but said nothing, growing resigned to the fact they had no say in how their bodies were used.
"You know why you were punished bitches?" November shook its head nervously but March nodded. "Speak slut", I said, nudging its clit with my thumb and sinking my fingers a little deeper.
It gasped lightly then said nervous, "I was.. was touching myself master."
"Correct." I paused then continued. "You're bodies exist solely for the use of their owner. They must not be abused by other parties, especially when it may distract you from you're orders. This time you were dealt with lightly. Next time you will pay a much higher price. Understand!" Both squealed as I dug nails into clits and also hooked my fingers. After a couple of seconds I relaxed the pressure and removed my fingers. They breathed out in relief, even as I wiped my hands on their bodies. I gestured and their tutors restored their grip on the slut's tits and led them back to their position in the ranks. What I hadn't mentioned, although the two bitches were fully aware of it, was what had happened when they had tried molesting themselves. Both events had been picked up by the bitch on observation duty. A good move for it as it would have been heavily punished if it had missed it. Each event had been stopped by a 2 minute bout of the pain wand at setting 4, which the guilty bitches had found very uncomfortable.
I knew the next order would not be welcomed. "Right bitches, sit!" There was a brief outbreak of moans, followed by new cries as straps hit already sore arses, reminding them to be quiet and obey. Cautiously the bitches lowered themselves, March and November being especially cautious but within a minute or so all were seated and waiting nervously as I continued. "You are all requiring some tidying up so on you're backs and spread those legs cunts."
Most of them complied almost immediately, a couple requiring further prompting, while the tutors quickly applied. Once they were all in place, legs spread wantonly wide the tutors hung up their straps and moved to the table to pick up their razors. Them moved quietly to kneel between the legs of one of their sluts.
"Now bitches. With three exceptions you are all going to lose some weight. The tutors are going to be using cut-throat razors so, if you don't want to lose anything other than some hair stay fucking still!" Several bitches wailed and a couple thrashed about a bit. In those cases the nearest tutor simply sunk a fist into the bitches abdomen and it got the message. In the case of June, as Sandra was working on May I simply applied a boot to its nearest tit and snarled "Quiet slut!"
After a couple of minutes they settled down to a nervous silence, broken by the occasional whimper. The tutors, having gained plenty of experience over the years on their own cunts, moved quickly and although they left the odd scrape of two they quickly and efficiently bared the slave's lips. I checked each cunt as the tutor finished, finding and tugging some spare hair in a couple of cases. The operation was speeded a little by the fact three bitches had been plucked yesterday so they needed no such effort. However, apart from the general effect of clearing their cunts for use I knew it would be stressful for the bitches, fear of the razors they could feel on some of their most tender flesh and embarrassment and humiliated further by the operation.
While it was ongoing I made clear that this would be a regular operation to keep their cunts fully open to use. In future it would be done in their cells, prior to assembling for breakfast and would also include their armpits. I also spent a little time fondling the bitches after they had been shaved, or the three who were already process, to prevent them being left out.
Finally all bitches were back, kneeling, legs spread. Their cuffs were unbound and they were ordered to all fours, ready for breakfast and the meals were laid out for them. After the experiences the previous evening none of them objected to eating in such fashion, or my wandering about fondling their carcasses. Even April, with its piss flavouring made no objection and March only struggled briefly with the worms.
Once they had completed this and thanked me for the meal they were given their drinks, then moved back onto their knees.
"I will briefly mention how you're processing will change today. Rather than selecting bitches at random you will be divided into two shifts, January to June and July to December. Shift A will be processed in the morning. I will then break for lunch, while you rest in you're cages. In the afternoon I will work on shift B. After tea, once we have settled down there may be additional operations." I paused briefly, allowing a wave of moans to emerge from the sluts, quickly and entertainingly silenced by the tutors. "You need not worry that the off shift will be idle. Instead of lazing in you're cages you will undergo a series of exercises. This will not only avoid wasting time it will help keep you're carcasses in good condition. You're tutors will take you through the exercises, which will be built up over time as you're condition improves."
Prior to being allows back to their cells for a piss break, then being stored in their cages there was one other step added to their daily routine. Each tutor took one of its bitches at a time, re-cuffed its wrists in front of it and gave it a toothbrush, informing it that it had 3 minutes to clean its teeth. Most of the bitches welcomed this, as their mouths were pretty filthy after several days of heavy use with no cleaning. Even when they realised the drink of water used to swill their mouths out afterwards had to be swallowed rather than spit out. They were able to remove the taste of their meals and any lingering remains of the shit they had picked up from their butt plugs the previous night. Some of them may have thought this was a generous gesture on my part. One factor was that, until they had been treated with the serum, there was the risk of infection, reducing their effectiveness and possibly even threatening their continued functioning. More importantly was simply that their breath was becoming foul. While this was no problem for them or even the tutors I was finding the stench increasingly repulsive.
Once the bitches had been escorted back to their cages I took a break for my own breakfast, while sorting out final details for the day ahead, giving instructions to the tutors. Sandra had the privilege of being my pisspot then I instructed the last three bitches to collect the B shift for their exercises. As usual, with new operations I would supervise this, although this time keeping quietly in the background. I was confident that the new sluts had been cowered and disheartened enough during the past few days that no serious resistance would be supplied.
The bitches were gathered in one of the other rooms, assembled in a rough line with ankles chained to the floor, feet separated by about 18". Carol, as the senior slut spoke for all 3 tutors. "Bitches, you will shortly be given a dildo to hold. You will make sure you do not drop it. Do you understand!" They nodded reluctantly and the tutors moved forward. Probably none of the bitches were surprised that the dildos were inserted in their cunts but they were probably relieved that they were relatively slim. Even July and February, with their bruised cunts, showed relatively little sign of discomfort as the dildos were inserted. Although 8" long and fully inserted, until only the end could be glimpsed around the bitches' cunt lips, they were only 1/2" in diameter. Also being smooth and virtually totally light plastic so slide in quite easily. Probably at least a few had expected something huge and or rough. However they were shortly going to realise this was a mixed blessing. About a quarter of their entire weight was in the metal disk that formed the base, making them heavily weighted towards the bottom. Coupled with their slim diameter and smoothness the bitches realised they would need to grip tightly with their cunt muscles and also that the tutors were making no idle threat in warning them not to drop the dildos.
Carol continued once all the cunts were filled. "As you're aware you're pretty crap fucks." This caused several heads to jerk up, both because they were surprised and also offended. "Which is a serious fault considering one of you're main roles will probably be as fuck-toys." A couple of heads shook in disbelief. Carol slapped October's breast and Debbie did likewise for November, prompting surprised yelps from each. "It's no good lying bitches." Carol continued. "Each of you have been permitted to be fucked by the master but none of you made any effort to increase his pleasure. You all just lay there as if you had no duty to serve. Such laziness is totally unacceptable." The last was said with some venom and drew a response.
"What the hell! We're been kidnapped and raped and you expect us to oblige the bastard responsible!" I was standing behind the sluts and saw Debbie's face twist into a snarl at December's words as it raised its hand, forming a fist to strike the offensive slave. I raised my own hand, cautioning it to wait for the moment. It was so angry it nearly missed my sign but Carol noticed and put out a hand, attracting its attention. Both looked at me a little uncertainly but then, as October started to speak Carol smiled its understanding.
"Look. From what I've heard he abuses you as well. He's not here now. So let us go and we can all get away from him." It paused then, emboldened by the silence, continued. "Please. There's no need for us all to suffer like this. We can all be free again and give that bastard over to the cops." December nodded its agreement at this, unaware of the feral grins of rage being displayed by the tutors.
September chipped in "Or lets give him a taste of his own measure. I'd like to give him a good beating the evil little pervert." December and November both nodded and gave words of agreement. I noticed however that July was quiet and slowly shaking its head.
October tried its more cautious and conciliatory approach. "How about it then. You could untie us and we could all escape. He seems to be on his own here so he can't stop us all and once we get help all the slaves could be freed. Including the other tutors." It paused for a moment and resumed. "How about it?" Several of the other slaves nodded or spoke quickly in agreement. For the 1st time August also nodded. There were a couple of seconds of silence and the tutors looked at me in anticipation. July finally spoke, but so softly I think only those listening or alongside it hear. "Fools," it said quietly.
I smiled and gave Jane a sign to speak to July and told the other two to hold off for the moment. Jane smiled and said, "July, what happens to a bitch which speaks without permission?" The temperature seemed to drop and I saw it shiver in terror. A couple of the other sluts looked around in confusion, as if they could see and understand what was happening. A couple started to open their cocksuckers and one started to say "What?" in puzzlement. July quivered again and said "It is punished" and its head dropped.
December started to speak, "What are you talking". I gave a 'thumbs up' to the tutors and they broke into broad grins as they too the chance to avenge the abuse of their master. It's comment ended with a cry of pain as Debbie's much delayed punch sank into its midriff. The bitch gasped and started bending forward in pain. A 2nd punch to its breast made it cry out again and drove it back upright.
October also grunted as Carol hit it hard, venting some of its anger on the slut with a couple of quick punches to its body then turning to hit September twice as well.
August turned its head in the direction of its moaning fellow sluts and started to say something but Debbie hit it once and said "Quiet scum!"
Carol grabbed the hair of both bitches it faced, jerking them upright with a squeal and also ordered them to be quiet. Debbie followed suit and all the sluts fell silent, some still wiggling in pain. Carol noticed that the dildo was slipping from October's cunt, commented on it and said, "here, let me help". It then kneed the bitch in its cunt and October howled in agony and pulled from Carol's grip as it fell to the floor. Carol gave it a small push as it fell to ensure it went backwards. It turned to September and as the slut shook its head nervously and started trying to plea for mercy Carol treated it likewise. Debbie hit December again and then also kneed its cunt. July, August and November jerked around nervously, aware from the cries that there was a lot of punishment going on and fearful they would be next. They had however been less guilty so I signed to the tutors to be more restrained. With August and November they just used the palms of their hands to jam the dildos back into place. To my surprise Jane looked at July's cunt and pushed it slightly with a couple of fingers but the bitch had kept a tight grip on the dildo despite events around it.
Once they were back in place Jane spoke 1st, ordering July to apologies and beg for punishment. It did so quickly and with only the barest break in its voice. August followed its lead when it was ordered to show contrition.
When Carol spoke to September it was still moaning in pain and ignored the instruction until Carol raised its left foot and placed the heel, hardened by years of use, on the sluts cunt and lower abdomen. It initially shook its head, whether refusing to obey of desperately pleading was unclear, then howled again as Carol increased the weight. It shouted, "No.. No.. Pleassses no!"
Carol eased the pressure slight and said "What bitch?"
September took a deep breath of relief then as Carol's heel started to lower again desperately blurted out "Please no. I'm sorry. I apologise for insulting my master."
Carol paused again and after a couple of seconds asked, "And?"
It looked slightly bemused then, as the foot lowered again and the bitch started to arc its back in pain it got the message. "Please, please punish me for my actions."
Carol rested its foot on September's cunt for a few seconds, the slut withering beneath it but trying to keep silent, then whimpering in relief as Carol lifted its foot.
This had given the other bitches time to think. Carol switched feet, bringing its right heel down on October's cunt and I was surprised when it initially rebelled, shouting "Go to hell bitch!" Carol responded by lifting its foot then bringing it down hard and the slave withered in agony.
Carol stamped again and then lowered its heel and began to push again its cunt, driving the dildo deeper. Jane had moved forward and grabbed October's shoulder's preventing it being pushed away. It tried hunching up but could only escape so far and after a few more seconds gave another shriek then shouted out. "OK!" Carol relaxed the pressure a little and October quickly rambled out an apology and plea for punishment. Carol made it repeat the words more clearly and steadily and then, after a final jab that brought a new howl from the slut removed its foot.
This had given the last two sluts time to consider their actions and November, guessing how much pain it could suffer stumbled over the words as it gushed out an apology and begged for punishment. It fell to its knees in fear and I could see as well as hear as its bladder gave way. Debbie said "I see you're thirst bitch. Apologies for making that mess then start cleaning it up."
November hesitated a moment and when I watched the video later I saw it blanch but then it said "I'm sorry mistress. Please forgive me. I'll clear my mess up."
Its head rocked with a firm slap from Debbie who retorted. "I'm not you're mistress bitch. I'm another slave slut like you. Just a better behaved one."
It however helped November down onto its belly so that the slave had its head in the puddle it had made and reluctantly at first it started licking up its piss.
December was still lying on its back, arced over its bound arms. It frantically spoke, apologising for its behaviour and asking for punishment. Given what it said I knew there was no way Debbie would let it off that lightly and the tutor jabbed its heel three times into the bitches cunt, then made it repeat the words. "You might mean them this time slut!" It said as it finished. December tried to curl up into a ball and apart from some panting and nervous breathing all that could be heard was November's slurping, which increased in intensity after Debbie gave it a couple of quick touches of the strap and ordered it to hurry up.
Carol ordered July and August, the only new sluts left standing, down to their knees and they gratefully sank down to rest for the moment.
After about 5 minutes November had cleaned up to Debbie's satisfaction and the six sluts were pulled to their feet, hair and breasts providing useful handholds. The tutors checked their charges cunts, pushing in the dildos to their full extent again and Carol warned October that as it was bleeding it should be careful not to make a mess.
Once they were standing Carol spoke again. "After that disgusting display I will have to report all you sluts to the master." It ignored a couple of groans that resulted and continued. "I will recommend 100 extra punishment strokes for July, 250 each for August and November and a full thousand each for the other sluts." This brought more groans, this time silenced by the straps. "Corresponding specials will be 15, 30, and 150!" This time they all kept quiet, although I noticed July shake its head wearily, presumably at the extra punishment its boobs would take. As if that would be significant in the longer run I couldn't resist thinking, given what it had coming.
"Of course master may well decide I am being too generous and increase the punishment and decide a higher rate is more appropriate. That is his right." It said with finality.
After a pause it continued. "Back to what you sluts are here for. You will learn to be decent fucks. To start with you will stand here now for a period of time to exercise you're cunt muscles. Every time you drop the dildo it will be re-inserted. Each time it drops earns you all punishment, both individual and collective. So you better hope you're fellow sluts are working out", it concluded wryly. "And if master doesn't tell us you're fucking has improved dramatically." It left the sentence unfinished, but I saw several of the sluts quack in apprehension.
Carol walked over and started the clock. I had ordered that the bitches be given a 30 minute period for this first session. Judging by the results from that, and the rate of improvement of their fucking , would decide when and how that would be increased. I signed to the tutors that I had seen enough and they started placing metal disks on the floor between the slaves legs, to make the sound of any dropping dildo clear. Also the clanging of those being placed served to cover my exit and by startling the sluts would give them practice at ignoring distractions.
I moved to the exercise room I had used the previous days and rang Janine to fetch January. Switching on the monitor I was able to keep track of the two sluts as they approached. Today and for the rest of this week the bitches would not have their wrists bound behind them as they were brought in. Instead the cuffs would simply hang from their left wrist as they were brought in, crawling on hands and knees and led by their tutor, pulling them on a leash. It took a bit of time but Janine was experienced enough to move rapidly enough that January was struggling to keep up, rubbing its knees on the stone floors and leaving itself breathless. Janine stopped it at the doorway, then led it at a more leisurely pace as they entered the room. This was so I could admire the view of the bitch as it was lead across the room to the far wall. Its breasts, although not the largest were fairly full, 32DDs, and bobbed beautify as it slowly moved across the room. I felt the familiar itch in my foot as the temptation to approach and give the nearest one a full kick rose but for the moment I fought it down.
Finally the bitch stopped, its hooded head touching the wall. Under instruction from its tutor it turned and backed until its feet were against wall and it faced back towards the door. I saw it panting and despite its head down position could make out its tits heaving as I approached. Moving to one side I stepped over it with one foot, then sat down on its buttocks. It flinched at the contact but Janine slapped its head lightly and ordered it to be still and its legs took the weight as I slowly lowered myself down.
For a couple of minutes I just ran my hands across its carcass, stroking its back, leaning forward slightly to cup and squeeze its breasts. It flinched again at the latter but I put very little force into my grip, only making it aware of what I could do. Letting go I leaned backward and fondled its arse, pinching a bit more forcibly now, nudging the end of the butt plug then reaching lower to fondle and pinch its cunt lips. A couple of times I felt it quiver but it had learned enough to submit in silence. I leaned forward again and while one hand groped a breast the other stroked and lightly pulled its hair.
I briefly rested both hands on its shoulders and pushed, then a bit firmer and it sagged slightly. "Hold firm," I ordered and tried again. It gasped again as I pushed a bit firmer but held steady. I straightened up and leaned backwards slightly as I spoke. "Now in a minute bitch we're going for a walk. We will head for the far side of the room and you will stop when you're nose touches the far wall, understand?" It gave a small nod, wincing again as I moved slightly and my backbone ground against the base of its spine. This was uncomfortable for both of us but I was willing to put up with it and the bitch didn't have a choice.
I carefully lifted my right food and rested the heel on its shoulder, then lifted the other foot. It sagged slightly as it was carrying my full weight, nearly 15 stone. However, as I was keeping only a fraction of my weight on its shoulders, the vast majority was being supported by its legs. I gestured to Janine and it handed me the leash. Taking it in my right hand I shook the lead and said, "Mush!" It shook slightly, I suspect in embarrassment as the comparison with a dog.
After a few seconds it cautiously shuffled its right arm forward. Its body shook as it struggled to maintain balance and then eased its left knee forward. It shook with the effort as it struggled to lift one knee a little and push it forward. After a few seconds it stopped and I felt it gasp in breath, finding the task very difficult.
"If you drop you're master you will regret it bitch." I warned it to increase the pressure. "Now get a move on." I could see the back of its head droop further but after a pause its left arm moved forward.
Progress across the room was aching slow and several times it stopped moving totally for a while, simply pausing and gasping in breath as it tried to gain what rest and recuperation it could. The bitch actually made it to within 8' of the wall before its left arm gave way. There was an audible clunk as its jaw met the floor then a yelp as its breasts also made contact. My feet scrambled for a few seconds then I was able to push the right one off the floor and get both back on its shoulders. This further increased the pressure on its breasts, especially as I was pressing down somewhere to maintain my position until it accepted the inevitable and allowed its hips to fall as well. This meant a drop for both of us and there was another grunt as my landing drove the breath from it. I rested for a minute or so then repositioned myself. Now I was kneeling on its shoulders, with my heels resting on the lower back. I leaned forward to hiss into its ear. "Well bitch, as you were too lazy to walk you will have to crawl the rest of the way." It moaned but as I knelt back, taking weight off its upper torso it started to reach out with its hands, seeking to drag itself along.
Progress this way was even slower and after a couple of minutes I got fed up and ordered it to stop. I slowly rose to my feet, still standing on it as it groaned its discomfort beneath me. Bracing myself with one foot on its shoulders, the other on its rear I rocked gently for a few seconds, alternatively grinding its groin and breasts into the floor while it groaned again then stepped off to one side. I turned and spoke disparagingly to it. "Since you are too lazy to do as you're told slut I will have to punish you." This brought another moan from it but although if shifted position slightly it made no attempt to escape, already cowered enough. "However I will have to leave that until later. Get up and crawl to the table for you're session." I knew this would heighten the tension, making it fearful of what would be coming while having to undergo its normal duties.
It laboriously lifted itself to its knees, crawled a pace then realised it didn't know where it was supposed to be going. Janine slapped its arse then picked up the leash and led it to the table. It said a single word, "Up", then as the slut rose turned it and started tying its legs to the table. I moved around the table to examine it from the other side. Its breasts looked redden and raw where they had scrapped across the floor and it flinched as I handled them. The rest of its front was also dirty from its crawl.
January was relatively quiet and passive during the session that followed. It howled a little as I cropped its already sore breasts then tried to avoid going down on them when ordered to lower itself. It even tried to beg for me not to force it down but a quick punch to its abdomen quickly corrected that behaviour and after that it restricted itself to a few moans and some sobbing as I lashed its arse. It continued to be very passive during the fuck and I slapped its arse hard and warned it that behaviour would have to change. It probably didn't understand what I meant, but the afternoon lesson would point it in the right direction. It was quiet while it cleaned my cock and removed and eat the condom then spoke quietly to thank me before being allowed to crawl back to its cage.
The amount of time spent on its crawl meant that doing the same with the other bitches wouldn't be practical so I decided to only walk two bitches a day, one from each shift. It also meant that when I switched to the view of the other training room the three tutors were already well into the punishment for their sluts. I checked the figures and realised how much the earlier in-discipline and retaliation had taken out of the three bitches chiefly guilty. Had expected July to have the highest score of drops given the state of its cunt but both October and December had scored higher than it, October having lost its grip no less than 13 times. This had probably been helped by the blood making the dildo more slipily, along with growing exhaustion. However by the end they had probably all been fairly wet, their bodies natural responses helping to protect their cunt but making the task more difficult in holding the slipping tubes. The score of falls had gone up markedly in the last ten minutes and I was confident that if the time limit had been increased a little would have earned the sluts markedly more punishment. This they would find out in the following days as the time limit was increased, giving an incentive to tighten their cunt grips.
The punishment was simple. Each bitch received two sets of strips, for its individual score and then, on a 2nd pass, an average of the total earned by all of them. Rounded up this amounted to another 10 for each slut. Delivery was simple. Each slave was grabbed in turn by two bitches, holding it in place and preventing it falling down. Its tutor used a light strap, to sting rather than bruise although with the number of blows all were feeling distinctly sore and battered by the end. As it was the laziness of the cunts that had earned the punishment the strokes were supplied to their lips. The bitches howled entertainingly and bucked and struggled but bound and gripped firmly were unable to escape until their punishment was over, after which they were allowed to drop to the floor, whimpering. At least until the 2nd pass for the collective punishment, which was only made clear to them as this started.
At the end of this they were given a 15 minute break then the tutors started putting them through a series of more conventional exercises. Arms were moved to the front so they could perform some squat thrusts, then back again while they did sit-ups. Some jogging on the stop followed, jarring their sore lips further. This was followed by some weight exercises and finally some arm swings. Tutors paid close attention to ensure that no slackness occurred and exercises were performed fully, making their point with their straps. By the time the sluts were led back to their cages they were well exercised and also sweating and exhausted.
Long before the initial punishment had finished I had commenced on February, watching it approach and having Janine parade it across the room. Since I was not taking a ride on it I allowed myself the pleasure of a kick at its bobbing boob, which sent it crashing to the floor, whimpering and moaning. After a minute I pulled it back to its knees by its hair and ordered it to turn around. It spoke briefly, begging me not to kick it again, cut short by Janine's lash across its arse. I made clear my displeasure at this selfishness. "Bitch. You have been warned before about trying to put yourself before your master. That will earn you another 50 strokes plus 10 specials, doubled for speaking without permission." It moaned but wisely said nothing as I continued. "You will turn through 180 and present you're other tit. You will then thank your master for making use of you. If you haven't turned in 30 seconds I will consider you to have failed. We will repeat this exercise until you get it correct. Is that clear!" The last words were virtually shouted into its ear. It whimpered again, shook its head briefly but then, realising it had no choice if it wanted to minimise the pain it would suffer, slowly turned. I took careful aim and this time lifted it partly off its near hand by the force of its blow. The resultant screech echoed around the room as it collapsed onto its side, sobbing and gingerly clutching its breast.
I gave it a full minute then crouched down alongside it and said "Well slut. Don't you have something to say?"
It moaned again but the menace in my voice penetrated its pain and it nervously said "Please...Please master. Thank you, .. thank you for using me."
"That's better slut. Now back onto you're knees and Janine will take you to the table for you're session."
It shuddered and gave a feeble "no" remembering that if the session was the same as the previous day its already aching breasts were to suffer further agony. Being cropped, supporting its weight while its arse was whipped then both our weights as I fucked it.
This was accurate in most respects but it did find one difference. Even given my experience of slave manufacture and the boost to my stamina given by the serum I was doubtful about being able to fuck all twelve bitches every day, let along that I wished to leave something spare for the old slaves. Therefore I would only fuck one of each pair every day, switching to the other six the following day. However February and the other 2nd sluts would find they were not to be idle. Their tutor equipped with a 9" strap-on, would give each slave a 15 minute pounding to keep its cunt in practice. The tutor would also rest on the slut for a while after the sex so although they were barely half my weight the slave would not miss out on that either. Given that the cock penetrating them would stay the same size and firmness throughout the fuck I was not sure whether they would consider themselves lucky compared to their colleges. Not that they had any say in the matter of course. The tutors would also have the benefit that the strap-on was double ended, with 4" penetrating their own cunts.
In this way I worked through the A shift during the rest of the morning. April got some rough handling until it was pleading with me to stop, after which of course I hurt it a while longer. During the afternoon I found the B shift, chasten by the morning exercises, more obedient. Even when I rode August it was docile and tried to obey, although it staggered less distance than January. I allowed it to drag itself, and its master, a bit further in retaliation. Several of the sluts on both shifts also had their boobs massaged by my boots. September, October and December were nervous and compliant but I said nothing about their morning misbehaviour.
The A shift struggled a bit more with the exercises as they were already drained by their morning session. However they avoided the errors of the other shift in not trying rebellion and hence their cunts were generally in better condition by the end of the day.
In the evening the sluts were fed and watered quickly and efficiency. The news that the 'disgraceful behaviour this morning' meant there would be collective punishment generated a couple of brief moans but the tutor's straps quickly silenced them. The punishment was in the form that all twelve sluts had their dogfood well watered with piss. Also October had a dozen cockroaches and February a sprinkling of nettles flavouring their meals.
After this they were allowed to use the toilet and then restricted to their cages for the night. Because of the problems the previous night all of them had their hands cuffed behind them to stop them abusing themselves. This meant they had difficulty resting, as such bounds required them to sleep on their sides or fronts, not comfortable with the number of bruised breasts in the party.
I gave then 30 minutes to settle down then Carol fetched September, uncuffing and leashing it and having it crawl back to the training room. It was left there, kneeling for 10 minutes on the cold floor, nervously waiting until I entered the room, my boots clearly audible.
I waited another minute then said, "I understand there's a bitch that wants to whip its master?" my voice icy and threatening. It shivered and seemed to shriven a little lower but said nothing. I gave it 5 seconds to reply then gave a light kick to its right thigh, the metal cap of my boot prompting a cry of pain and a jerk.
"I'm sorry master. I didn't mean it". It yelled louder as the next kick hit the same place but was significantly harder.
"A liar as well I see."
It whimpered and cowered further. "Well?"
"I'm sorry master. I.. I apologise for." Again a kick silenced it, but this time a gentle warning one, lower on its thigh. However that leg was probably getting pretty sore by now.
"What should you be saying bitch?" I asked warningly.
It was silent for a few moments then tried again. "Master... master, please... please punish me for what I said."
"Better. But what should be a suitable punishment?" I was determined to underline its helplessness.
It stuttered for a few moments then said "I'm not sure master. " Then after a few moments, "Am I not being punished by the extra stroked slave Carol awarded?"
"That is a start but barely sufficient for such a crime." My tone was cold and it cringed again. After a pause I spoke again. "Slave August expressed a desire to bite me and I removed a couple of its teeth. Possibly I should remove a couple of you're fingers?"
"No!!.. Please master. Don't do" This time the kick was to its midriff and it gagged and half fell to its belly. I heard the flow of liquid as it pissed itself and saw the puddle pooling between its thighs.
"Still thirsty bitch. You better clean that mess up. Now!" The last was loud and commanding. It shook and whimpered but after a couple of seconds started to turn around, trailing its right leg a little. I motioned to Carol and it grabbed September's hair and roughly directed it to puddle, thrusting its face down and hearing it gasp and then start frantically slurping.
"Of course you're tutor will have to pay for you're disobedience. Carol, position 23." Carol sank to hands and knees about 5 feet away. September paused in its drinking for a second, nervous about what was coming. "Keep on cleaning up bitch but listen to what happens."
It started slurping again and I walked over to where Carol waited, probably suspecting what was coming. Its head was out but eyes closed and it stayed perfectly still. I swung my right foot back and then forward, driving into its left boob, lifting it almost a foot and nearly tipping it over. Its cry echoed around the room and it sank back to the floor mewing in agony and gently cupping the throbbing orb. I gave it about a minute as its breath slowed and it started to recover then said, "Turn through 180". It gasped once then rose to hands and knees and shuffled around to present its right side to me. I positioned myself and sank my boot into its right breast, eliciting a new scream and it sank down again. Despite having its head buried into the floor its sobbing was clearly audible.
I glanced back at September, which had lifted its head and snapped "What are you doing bitch!" Its head rapidly sank again and it drank noisily.
Again I gave Carol about a minute to recover then said "Turn 90". It whimpered once but turned through roughly 90 degrees and worked its thighs apart, exposing its cunt to me. This time I put my full weight into the swing and its hips lifted several inches under the blow as the boot sank deep into its cunt. Carol again sank to the floor whimpering and withering in agony. I noticed when I pulled my boot back that there was some blood on the toes.
It took Carol a couple of minutes before it recovered enough to complete the process. It rose slowly to its knees and turned around, weaving slightly, until it faced me. It spoke briefly, "Thank you master." Then bent forward. What should have been a couple of quick kisses, one to each foot became a more prolonged operation as, seeing the blood it started to lick its master's boots clean.
It only took a few seconds for the experienced tongue to complete the task then Carol slowly and painfully moved to assume its normal waiting position, kneeling thighs widely spread and arms crossed behind it. This presented it fully to both visual and tactile access and I couldn't resist crouching down and examining it. Carol was trained well enough that it stayed still and managed a smile as I reached forward and it only winced when a hand closed relatively gently on its left breast, fondling the bruise that was developing. I know it would only last an hour or so before healing up but would be sore for that period of time and gave it a brief squeeze.
I rose and turned to September. It had just about finished its task and I asked it if it knew what had happened to Carol. It shook its head nervously, "You hurt it master, but I'm not sure how."
I explained what I had done and it moaned in terror. It was visibly shaking when I continued, "Do you think that would be an appropriate punishment for you bitch?"
Its head dropped further and it shook more violently. I thought it would not answer and was pulling my foot back to prompt it again but it suddenly spurted out "Yes master. I think that would be just."
I suspect it had hoped to avoid angering me further but I snapped back, "Don't be stupid slut. You're crime deserves far more punishment than that!" It winced as I continued. "After all, if that was all you deserved would I treat you're tutor was badly?" I changed subject slightly to further burden it. "Of course you're tutor is responsible for you're behaviour so it will have the duty to discipline you as well for what you have gone to it."
I looked down and the slut was curled up as tightly as possible, head pressed to the ground as if it was trying to disappear. "I suppose 10 such cycles might be adequate."
It flinched and I heard it mutter "ten" in terror so I gave it's upper thigh a light kick to remind it I had not given permission to speak.
"I suppose, " I said, almost as if I was thinking things over, "since you're a relatively inexperienced slave I could show some generosity." It looked up with a brief flash of hope, which I quickly stamped on. "So lets say I would spread it over two days, 5 cycles a day." It gasped in despair as its head dropped but wisely kept quiet.
"Well bitch, what about that." Before it could respond I continued. "Of course you would have to complete each set of five else they wouldn't count and have to be repeated." It groaned again. I knew in its present state of processing it would not only be unable to obey during such punishment it would probably be physically unable to take it but I could feel the fear radiating from it.
After a few seconds it started to shake its head, whether rejecting my offer or in deep despair about the hopelessness of its position. "Well, if you reject such a generous offer I will have to suggest one cycle a day bitch." After a couple of seconds its head rose in my general direction and I could almost feel the relieve emanating from it. I couldn't resist a quiet chuckle that it was almost ecstatic about receiving three heavy kicks. What it was overlooking was that I had stated no end point to the treatment and it would realise, in ten days at the most, that it would continue until I was satisfied it had learnt its lesson.
"Assume position!" I ordered. It jerked, quivered for a few seconds, then reluctantly straightened its back and limbs and awaited the blow. I was going to play with its mind a bit longer through before starting the physical punishment. "Lets get the rules straight. You will have a minute between each blow before setting yourself up for the next. It will go tit, tit, cunt, then you will turn to face you're master thank me and kiss my feet. Don't worry about finding them slut." I said the latter in a joking tone but it shivered again, possibly fearing it would get another kick. However that carried too much risk of serious damage, possibly even destroying it. Unless I was feeling really pissed-off I wouldn't do that to a bitch which had been serum treated as there was a risk of destroying it in one blow and wasting all the work I had put into it. The slut didn't need to know that however. "Understand?" I said after a brief pause. It shivered again and after a couple of seconds nodded briefly.
I waited several seconds to allow its fears to grow and lifter my right foot back, then swung it forward into September's left breast. It lifted a couple of inches as the air left its lungs with a howl then dropped down to the ground, its arm folding under it. This prompted another cry as the breast struck the floor and it sprung, twisting to its right side to lift the damaged lump, small as it was in September's case, away from the floor. Its legs bent as it curled up into a protective ball. I crouched beside it, not touching it for a few seconds as it moaned and sobbed. Then I moved my hand to grab its left and arm and started moving it to one side. The slut tried to resist for a moment then sobbed again and let its hand go limp. The blow had been well aimed as its small boob was already starting to swell with a bruise from the edge of the orb to the nipple. I blew air across it and the slut winced, the boob shivering entertainingly. I touched the bruise with a finger and it yelped and jerked slightly. I stood up and looked at the clock.
The kick hadn't been quite as hard as those I had given to Carol. Although September deserved it more it wasn't physically or mentally hard enough to take as much let. I reminded myself it would be suffering for a hell of a lot longer however. Similarly I gave it nearly ten seconds past the minute before I tapped its leg lightly with a boot and said, "Up bitch. Present for the next kick." It moaned for a couple of seconds and didn't move. I bent down and grabbed a chunk of hair , gave a sharp tug, which made it yell, and snarled "If you're not in position in 10 seconds bitch we have to start again. Get me!"
It yelped again at another tug and started to rise to its feet. I started to count down and its movement became more urgent. By the time I reached two it was on hands and knees, but quivering and still largely left side on. "Turn round slut. Or are you saying you're left tit needs another kick. I'll accept that if you say so."
This spurred it into action and it scrabbled around, wavering from side to side and ending up roughly aligned. I gave it terse instructions, making it turn a bit more, then back slightly until it was properly aligned. Making sure it did all the work.
I didn't give it time to rest, kicking again, slightly harder this time, and it collapsed again, moaning and withering. This time trying to rest on its side helped it little as it meant the still painful left breast was hanging and brushing its arm.
Again I gave it an extra 10 seconds but this time I just nudged its side with my foot and started counting down again. It began moving almost immediately, but very slowly, obviously in intense pain. Under instruction it turned to align its cunt and then spread its thighs a little wider. I lifted my foot, nudging its lips slightly and it jerked, prompting me to ordered "Still!" and it froze. I swung my foot back then forward and kicked hard and its hips shuddered and lifted slightly as the bitch howled its agony. It slumped forward onto its face, presumably bruising its tits further but forgetting them for the moment in the new pain flashing through its most sensitive flesh.
I was not surprised, given the force of the blow and what it had suffered earlier, that it had stained my boot with some blood and more was flowing, although not heavily, from between its lips. After a couple of seconds this was accompanied and vastly exceeded by another flood of urine as in pain its bladder control was lost again. "Damn you're a thirsty bitch" I said but wasn't aware if it heard me.
It was nearly two minutes before I spoke again, saying harshly, "Well bitch, don't you have something to say?"
It moaned but started laboriously lifting itself to its hands and knees. Wobbling visibly it slowly turned and, voice wracked with pain said "Master thank.... Thank you for punishing me."
"Kiss!" I said and it bent forward, nearly tipping over and planted a kiss on my left boot, which I had positioned in front of it. "Right!" and it swayed slightly to the right, then understood and weaved back the other way to kiss my right boot. I think I heard a slight 'Ugh' at the taste of its own blood and Carol, who had knelt beside it hissed - "Clean it you stupid cunt." It slowly started to lick the boot until the blood had all been removed to Carol's satisfaction.
"You're messy bitch. Got some more drinking to do yet." This brought another moan from it but it started to turn. "Never mind. We'll see if you do better tomorrow." It stopped in mid-turn and shook in fear at the reminder it would have to go through the same ordeal the following day and for several days afterwards. Although it didn't realise exactly how long. However it continued its turn and, guided quite well by its nose, assisted by Carol's hand in its hair, found the puddle and dutifully started to lick up the piss.
I could see its cunt was still leaking a little blood and instructed Carol to give it an iodine spray, to help clean the wound and an anti-biotic shot to avoid infection. The iodine would also sting it considerably and it would not get a lot of rest for the first part of the night but should help avoid any infection.
I left, only to summons Jane to bring December to the other room. This went through a similar route, being reminded of its outburst and forcing it to apologise and beg for punishment. Since it was getting late I decided to simply copy what I had done with September, with slightly different language. As the bitch heard Debbie doing its circle I could see it quivering in terror and when ordered to assume position it was slow and tried hiding its breasts slightly behind bent arms until a stiff kick to its thigh persuaded it to correct its posture. After a hard kick to its left breast it collapsed in the expected heap, moaning and shaking and was slow in rising to present itself for the 2nd kick, despite the extra time I gave it.
Things really came to an head when it was ordered to present its cunt for the final kick. It refused, both physically by keeping itself folded up the ground and even verbally, saying "no" in a quiet voice. There was no way I was tolerating this insubordination. Since it had its back to me my kicks landed mainly on its lower back and shoulders as I avoided areas which might seriously damage it. After about 5 kicks, with it withering and crying out it spoke again, begging me to stop.
"On you're side bitch," I said kicking it again then stopping for few moments. It paused briefly then, as the rain of blows stopped cautiously moved onto its side. Hooded as it was it had not noticed me change position so this time I was in front of it. I did not pull that blow, the boot sinking deep into its gut and making it jack-knife and cry out in agony, then cough and splutter as it sought to avoid throwing up.
I left it a couple of minutes until it settled then approached again, saying "Are you ready to behave now slut?" It nodded weakly and I said "Present". It painfully rose to its hands and knees then turned, facing away from me and spreading its thighs to display its cunt. Its body was shaking, both with pain and fear of the coming blow it expected.
"What the fuck as you doing cunt?" I asked angrily. It quivered again and turned its hooded head back towards me. A nervous voice queried, "Master... You said.."
I interrupted. "I know what I said bitch. You refused to complete the cycle so we're got to start again. Now present you're left tit bitch!" It gasped at the thought of repeating the entire process and shook its head in denial but after a couple of seconds started to turn its left side towards me.
After this the bitch gave no further problems, although I gave it a little extra time to recover from each blow because of its already weakened state. Finally it kissed my feet and I stepped back and motioned to Debbie, "Take this bitch back to its cage." As it was leashed and painfully crawled away I gave a cheerily "same time tomorrow slut" and laughed softly when I saw it shake in fear and apprehension.
It was late so I decided to leave October until tomorrow. I was already thinking that another circle would be boring but had another idea developing.