The Invention of Slave Chow ( 2 / 3 )
Posted: Thu Apr 24, 2025 3:01 pm
Miss Vernor moved her hand with an asking expression in direction of the tablet, the judge quickly nodded.
“We use Letters and Numbers from 1 to 12, because it is pretty short to enunciate. We don't have that much slaves and volunteers, up to now there are more than enough combinations left. You will see that we use hoods in our testing facility, with the numbers imprinted on the forehead. Mouth and nose are of course free, the ears are always filled with plugs that can be silenced, and the eyes are covered with glass that blackens when it receives a signal. We often use the hoods to shut out eyes and ears through tastings, so that our probands can concentrate fully on our product.”
Seconds later another video was playing on the monitor. The shown room was larger than the judges room, had a cement floor and rough concrete walls, the left wall containing a steel door. In the back of the room lied a hooded slave girl, her steel collar chained to one of the steel hoops adorning the walls, holding her legs in a fetal position, obviously resting. Wrist and ankle shackles with several rings completed her clothing, there was a white imprint on her black shiny hood, and it might spell D7 to everyone a little closer.
Miss Vernor began to explain: “This is one of our diverse testing areas. This ones floor is coated with resin, so even a crawling slave won't get scratched knees. All rooms are air-conditioned, and we can simulate different more or less pleasant temperatures, but mostly we just stay with comfortable temperatures for our wranglers. Slaves are accustomed to that temperatures. That was a very hot summer day, and we wanted everything to get sweaty, so the temperature in this specific room actually was pretty high, but in most cases there is not even a hint of 'slave abuse'...”
The video continued, there were footsteps and noises on the door, the slave in background straightened up quickly and fell into present position, now clearly discernible as D7.
The door opened outwards, and a clothed guy, clearly a wrangler, rolled a man high frame consisting of two vertical poles with a hip high horizontal bar on a platform into the middle of the room and placed it on the floor. The two wheels did no longer reach to the floor, it would have to be tilted again to be moved out. He left and brought in a chair, putting it directly in front of the bar while Miss Vernor gave another short explanation:
“You will witness the punishment of one of our volunteers, V11. The V does not stand for volunteer, we shuffle the volunteers randomly into the slave numbers. We use them to get deeper knowledge of our products either directly from themselves, or we use them to get valuable information from other slaves. Slaves tend to not answer completely truthful on questions we ask as their owners. They only share a tiny fraction of their experiences they are willing to share with a slave they can sympathize with, especially a slave that gets treated worse.
V11 was actually working on our test field, plucking some fruits. She had a day of hard labor on her schedule. She had a quota to fulfill. If practicable all our slaves get their daily quota, and we offer them a reward for exceeding expectations, in her case it was a block of strawberry chow – matching her task, and she would have got a warm shower and a blanket for sleep after work.
If she scores enough to reach the range of meeting expectations she would have earned herself NutriCum or something comparable, tasteless with only salt for example, and a rag with a bucket of water.
Not meeting expectations will earn her a punishment chow, a corporal punishment and a hosing down with cold water.
At the beginning we always use different rewards and punishments, later we rely mainly on our chows as motivational help – we try to get comparable data. If we need more punishment chow data we increase the quotas.
V11 did well the whole morning, and would have easily exceeded her quota if she had followed her rules. Our slaves are constantly reminded to hydrate sufficiently, especially on warm days.
V11 tried to save time and did not walk the short way to the drinking trough, postponing her hydration time and time again.
Unfortunately she got dizzy in an unfavorable moment and fell into a stack of boxes filled with fresh plucked fruits, only minutes before finishing time. Therefore she got herself a punishment worse than for not meeting expectations. As we strongly believe in instant correction she got 5 with the cane the moment she came back to feet. After that she was watered, and we heightened her quota for the future.
She was properly restrained with her hands in a reverse prayer, anchored at the back of her collar. She was frogmarched to the room you are currently observing, particularly since D7 was already waiting there. If somehow possible we mix volunteers and slaves for punishments, it forms a bond that nearly always proves to be useful. They both had already spent working and relaxing time together and formed an early friendship.” She finished.
“Why field work?” Mr Braclav inquired.
“We have different assignments available, but field work has a good impact and throws you fast into slave mind. Also we try to adopt the partial self sufficiency we had abroad in our research lab here.
And different interviews showed: Working in the fields is dull. You will have to work diligently, or you will get the whip, but you still have much time to think. You are nude, you are sweaty, and you try to imagine something that keeps your mind busy. And then you think where what you are plucking goes to. It is our staff canteen. And maybe there is that guy or that girl that normally works with you that currently enjoys something you will be denied. You are on cum-diet, and they look through the window at your naked, whipped ass and eat what you had worked so hard for. Most volunteers find it is a thrill, and that works in both directions. And I heard it even thrills more with people you despise. Sometimes the volunteer is lucky and can eat what he plucked a day before, that - Ah, sorry. It begins.”
A wrangler with a wailing naked slave girl was passing through the door. He held her at her reverse-prayer-bound arms with his opposite hand, pulling them up and forward. Her torso was forced down, and her hooded face was pretty close to the floor. With his other hand he repeatedly used a tawse on her backside with very audible smacks. Her naked breasts were flailing left and right. She was forced over the horizontal bar. The wrangler connected a short chain from the two bars forming the frame to her collar and her ankle cuffs. Folded over the bar with spread legs the slave girl tried to calm down while blewing bubbles out of her snotty nose.
She had somewhat saggy breasts, dangling down to her chin, and a sturdy but female figure, with overall just a tiny bit to much fat, wide hips and a chubby backside, but in this position a perfect target for corporal punishment – 5 angry red lines already crossing her cheeks.
“Quit whining, you brought this on yourself. Not only failing for your own but even destroying the work of others.” the wrangler said while further tanning her ass with his tawse. He stuck his finger into her pussy and finished: “Not enough water in your head to stay upright, but enough moisture between your legs to swamp the whole field! You are a randy slave. Think once with your head - “ he tipped her head lightly with his foot, “ and not your greedy needy stinky little pussy!”
He slapped between her legs with his hand, forcing her to hop up a considerable height. The bang even startled D7.
He stuck his finger again in her waiting hole, masturbated and lectured her:
“This could have been your day. You had luck with your quota, you got some rows with many fruits. There was a nice dessert and a good shagging right under your nose.”, he let the tawse dangle on the tip of her nose, eliciting a sob from her.
“You would have got a nice place to sleep, and maybe you would have got one of your treasured orgasms while getting fucked, but in any case you would have gotten the opportunity to bestow it yourself. And all that at your first day back in the fields. Pull yourself together!”
He accentuated the next words with pussy slaps rising in strength: “Don't ! leave ! Thinking ! To ! Your ! Cunt!!” she screamed again, and started a litany of excuses: “… sorry sir, I am so sorry sir, I am a stupid cunt, sorry sir ….”
“Oh yes, you are and you will be.”, the wrangler said while leaving the room. V11 was still uttering excuses when the wrangler came back with two big sacks full of liquid, a tube and a pump up buttplug. He knelt down and patted her face.
“Tut tut, quit your lamentation. You want to be a good slave, veeleven. I love good slaves, veeleven. And good slaves are not whining the whole time. Good slaves regret their mistakes deeply in their heart.”, he tipped on her chest. “Good slaves beg for forgiveness. Good slaves swear to improve. And good slaves beg for proper punishment. So, veeleven, do you want to be a good slave?”
“Yesh, shir, I wanna be a good shlave, shir” she sobbed through her snot.
“And what do you need to do now?” he inquired.
The slave was sniffling loudly and answered more understandable: “I am sorry, sir. I beg for your forgiveness, sir. I promise to improve, sir.” the wrangler grabbed her nipple and squeezed it hard – she took a sharp breath and continued: “I beg you to punish me, sir. Punish me strictly, sir. I ...”
“Shhhh”, the wrangler interrupted, then turned the nipple until V11 began to whimper. “You will be punished. And you will be punished strictly, exactly as you want it. As you need it, veeleven. But first of all”, he stood up, “we need to help you.
You gave proof that you are even unfit to manage your own hydration. So we will free you from that strenuous effort.”
He again sunk his finger deep in her pussy: “It fits, now the distance between thinking and drinking has shrunken dramatically. Yes, the next days will be pretty challenging for you. You even have to proof that you are able to drink water. Until then we will play safe.”
He pushed the plug in her pussy and turned it left and right, using her pussy juice as lube. Then he sunk the plug deep into her butthole, and pumped it up until he could hear several moans from her. He connected it to the bag with water using the tube and hooked it to one of the high bars framing the horizontal bar. He opened the valve and pinched her clit. “What do you say?” -
“Thank you, sir. Thank you for watering me, sir” she squeaked immediately, wiggling her hips to elude his grip.
He let go and laughed: “You will get a visit from a very special guest. And he will help you. He will punish you, if you beg for it. Beg for your punishment really good, and maybe this will have been the worst day of your life.”
He strictly pinched her again -
“And you don't want your days to get worse than today, do you?”
“No sir, please punish me sir!” she shrieked again, trying to wiggle her clit free.
He eventually let loose: “You really fucked up today. I want you to improve. I will help you, but first of all you need to get forgiveness, good luck.” He left the room and closed the door.
V11 was still trembling and sobbed. D7 tried to get closer as far as her neck chain would allow and made some comforting noises. She tried to start a conversation when the door again flew open.
“Knock knooock...”, someone was hollering into the room, “Sommm'one heeere?” And there was Fat Fred incoming. “Whassup? Who hangs his head?”
V11 begged: “Please punish me, master! I need strict punishment, master! I was a stupid clumsy slave and I promise to improve, master! Please punish me strictly, sir! I need it, sir! I want to learn, sir! I want to improve, sir!”
“Upsy-daisy. Lil' stupid, am not heere to punish. Jus' keep ya company. Cum panny!” he laughed.
“But if ya wanna I give ya a lil punishment.” He came closer to the folded and defenseless slave. He was leaning heavy on her backside and inspected her crotch. Than he found the plug pump, and squeezed it one times, two times, three times while the slave was wailing louder and louder.
“Waddaya say, girl. Thank Fat Fred for yar punishment!” -
“Thank you, master Fat Fred for my punishment, sir. Thank you so much for punishing me, master Fat Fred.” V11 groaned.
“So, got that punishy thingy out of your mind. Now I'll keep ya company. Pretty lame heere. Wanna play a lil game with ya. Its called: 'Waddaya like moore'. I'll be pretty nice and do two nice thingys to ya and than I'll ask 'Waddaya like moore?' - and ya're sayin: I like the one thingy Fat Fred's doin' but I love the other thingy fat Fred's doing. And the luv' thingy is the thingy ya like moooore. Got it? Ah, I'll show ya.”
He leaned down, stuck out his tongue and licked over her pussy from bottom to top, making the slave shiver and retch. “Ah, tasty pussy.” he grunted, then he sucked on her clit and bit forcefully. A high pitched scream was shattering the room, while a grinning fat Fred asked: “Waddaya like mooore?” while he flicked with his fingers against her clit.
“I like master fat Fred biting my clit, but I love master fat Fred licking my pussy.” the slave uttered between sobs.
“Am no master not, am jus' yar Friend fat Fred. Shall I do again until you get it?”
“No, I got it, I like fat Fred biting my clit but I love fat Fred licking my pussy!” she hastily corrected.
“Oh, yarr so brrainy. Here comes yar reward.” and he began to lick her pussy. The slave began to gulp and shake, and so he stopped and heaved himself up leaning on her cheeks.
Standing wobbly on his feet again he took hold of her cheek, while forcing the other hand down to a powerful slap on her other cheek. She wailed again, until Fred sunk his pinkie deep in her pussy. He slurped while fingering her, and while she retched again he asked:
“Waddaya like mooore?” - and this time she needed a moment to decide what was the less disgusting 'thingy'.
“Ah, memory gone. Get ya a reminder.” Fred said, bringing down his hand for another powerful slap.
“I like fat Fred fingering my pussy, but I love fat Fred slapping my ass!” was yelled from between his knees. “Rrreward!” he said breathless and brought down his hand once again, this time the sound was much softer, and Fred was not willing to do it again. He was blowing over his own hand, it must have been painful for him, too.
He stumbled around the stand and dropped himself onto the chair.
After some deep breaths he reached around the slave, and grabbed her breasts. He squashed them thoroughly, the slave started to moan in discomfort while he was starting to breath heavy. So he searched the nipples, pinched them and started slinging the breasts with them. As he was breathing hard quickly he stopped and squeezed out breathless: “Waddaya ...like... more...”
“I like fat Fred trying to play with my breasts, but I love fat Fred trying to pull my nipples!” the slave said with a cheeky undertone fat Fred luckily didn't get. He stuttered “Re.. re.. warrd” and just pinched somewhere in her breasts. At least he wrung a sharp breath out of the slave.
D7 could not suppress a single, nearly non audible giggle escaping her lips. That made fat Fred rise surprisingly quick, and while he was balancing his swaying with a firm grip on V11's cheek, he got a red colored face and angrily spat out: “A friend. Wanna play with us! Wanna play waddaya like moore. Like or Luv Fred sittin' on yar face and stickin' his dick in yar giggling puss!” he was still breathing heavy as V11 shouted:
“Please punish me master fat Fred! I need to be punished strictly, master fat Fred! I want to improve, master fat Fred. I want to be a good slave, master fat Fred. Please punish me and make me a good slave, master fat Fred.”
Surprised fat Fred took again hold of her both cheeks, and spoke to her bumhole: “Aye, will make ya a good slave. No mooore punish. Must play last round Waddaya like moore!”
He let himself plop back into his chair, and struggled to remove his already unlaced boot. With a triumphant grunt he pulled of the boot with a slurping sound and tossed it to D7.
“Put yar nosy nose and yar dirty puss in that boot and giggle again, slut! Wanna remind yar who'sn charge. I see yar grin out of that boot yar gettin' yar own punishment – from fat Fred AND fat Freds friends!”
Wide eyed D7 took the boot and stuck her face in it. She grimaced and breathed out audibly. She took a slow, stuttered breath in with different coughs, but did not lower the boot.
Fat Fred observed her a moment, than he put his foot directly under the face of V11.
“Lick that foot! Lick and suck until it is squeaky clean!”
V11 and D7 retched simply from the imagination, and both already hat the stench in their noses.
“Lick that foot or I blow yar butt up until yar floating!” Fat Fred ordered while trying to get a hold of the plugs pump.
With a moan coming from deep in her chest V11 stuck out her tongue and began licking.
Miss Vernor took hold of the tablet: “This takes a while. Fat Fred will enjoy the tongue bath – V11 not. I will fast forward a little bit.”
Fat Fred was still sitting relaxed on his chair, the waterbag was fully empty and the foot glistened from saliva, it was considerably less dirt on it. V11 was currently sucking a toe, while D7 was still inhaling Fat Freds boot.
The door opened and in came the wrangler again, carrying two bowls and a dildo on a stick. Fat Fred withdraw his foot, the wrangler opened the valve of the inflating buttplug. The hissing sound of the deflating plug was accompanied by a relieved moan from V11.
The wrangler unlocked the collar of V11 and she erected herself, her hands still in a reverse prayer, but visibly relieved. The wrangler unlocked the vertical bar and moved it upwards over her head. Than he unlocked the wrists at the back from the collar, and V11 stretched her arms out. Her joints were audibly popping, but her wrists and elbows still stayed connected. The wrangler pushed her down on her knees, took hold of her neck and her wrists and pulled her arms up behind her back into a kneeling strappado position.
He fetched one bowl and took it to D7, placing it on the floor he said: “Hands behind your back, and enjoy your cum flavor. Lick it clean. I bet veeleven will envy you quickly!”
“Nay, stop.”, Fat Fred intervened, “Wanna that puss in ma boot until this pussies bowl is licked!”
“You heard the man - “ the wrangler ordered D7 - “ the boot it is. You wait till veeleven finished!”
He took the other bowl and placed it under the face of V11.
“Something special for our special slave. It is called Fat Fred's well worked boot's, and I am sure you will love it. You are the first slave to taste it, our little guinea pig! Maybe they'll even put your face on the label. Ask your question, Fred.”
“Waddaya like mooore – yar honored, ya got the real thingy AND the unreal thingy!”
“Thank you Fred. So, veeleven, D7 is waiting for you to finish. And of course there is again our old friend, your dinner-dildo. Open up!” he shoved the dildo deep down her throat and turned in both directions, until V11 retched and coughed up a foamy mixture of saliva and snot.
“Your mouth is pretty dry. Someone must have licked something for a long time, we need to solve that. Just suck a little longer,” he fucked her mouth several times, stimulating the flow of more and more saliva, “.... and then it goes deepthroat again. Hold your breath …. longer …. and longer … still hold it... now!” he pulled the dildo out of her throat with a quick, fluid motion. She coughed slime through her nose and out of her mouth and looked at him through watery eyes. “Lights out.”, he pushed a button on a remote, and the lenses of V11 blackened. He came close to her ears, and in the video was a short crackling, then the sound quality degraded apruptly, but you could hear the wrangler whispering:
“As always, you will be fucked in your ass while you eat, slaveslut. You will get assfucked because you hate it and you need it. When I begin to fuck you, you will start to eat. And you will take your time with this food. I want you to let every bite sink in. D7 will have her smelly boot, and you will have yours. If you finish too fast you will get another one, until I am satisfied with your punishment.
With your current reputation I will serve you this supper every single day, so from now on you will work your ass off if you want to taste something different than sweaty boots.”
The wrangler took a small bottle out of his pocket, put on gloves and smeared the contents on the dildo.
“And I noticed what you have done. You have been an insolent little slave. You have been nasty again. Making fun of fat Fred without him noticing. But I have noticed, and I will make you pay, veeleven. Today is sincerely not the day for making fun in any way.”
He moved the still glistening gloved hand between her legs.
“First I play with your clit, than I split your folds and sink my fingers in your pussy. You will feel it quickly. It is a mild chili sauce, not really dangerous. But you will feel it sting and burn. You will have something to remind yourself that you have been naughty and got caught.
Congrats, veeleven, you made it worse for you, again! And now: Let's keep your bowels boiling!”
He gripped the stick firmly and drove the dildo with one strong motion deep into her ass. He gave her a moment to get accustomed to it, and afterwards began to fuck her slow and deep. Clear water was pushed out of her hole, running down her legs and forming a small puddle on the floor. There was a crackling again and the sound quality elevated back to normal.
“Eat!”, he commanded, but veeleven was irritated, she tried to move her legs and shake her backside.
Miss Vernor dropped in: “She is now enduring the chili-sauce. She told later that she tried to get some wind between her legs to cool down the fiery sensation. In some seconds you will see her blush even more, and then she is wiggling with her backside like a happy dog. It was no 'mild' chili sauce.”
“Eat!” came the wranglers command again, this time more impatient.
Miss Vernor prepared herself for another explanation, but was gesticulated into silence by the judge – who observed the video intently.
The wrangler used his free hands backside to turn V11s face and lift it up. The slaves cheeks were beet red and she was already panting, sweat was running down her cheeks, her neck, her spine, it was even glistening from her breasts, that were heaving invitingly with the heavy panting.
“Seems like I got you.” She was sincerely unable to answer, it seemed like she concentrated herself fully on the fires ravaging through her loins.
“I love it already. Let's get a little further.” He used the still glistening glove to massage the nipples of V11 – and then began twisting, pinching and pulling them.
“Dedication, slave. It is only a question of your dedication.” - he pulled down the evil glove with his teeth, and gave her a firm slap in her face. He grabbed her cheeks and pressed them together, brought his face in her sight and repeated:
“Dedication, veeleven. I fill your ass and you fill your mouth. Obedience and dedication. And this is my last warning, you already collected even more demerits.”
“Eat!” he shouted, giving her another mild slap in her face and a really stinging one on her backside, then the wrangler began to rigorously fuck her ass. V11 was moving her face slowly into the bowl, still panting. And then the waning patience of the wrangler came to an abrupt end. He used his boot to push her face into the bowl, while still fucking her ass.
“Stay!” he ordered, unlocked her wrists and took them in his free hand.
“We are doing it together now, you are unable to drink, now you are unable to eat. I will teach you!” he held her arms up and pushed her face in the bowl.
“Get a bite, NOW!” he shouted. “Hurry up, fill your mouth!” - and finally she complied. He let her arms down, that she could bring her face out of he bowl. But she had her torso still lowered deeply, and while she was wiggling her ass she now also tried to rub her nipples on the floor.
The wrangler smiled sadistically, and only held the dildostick firmly in his hand. She wiggled herself up and down the dildo, still panting heavy. It was obviously a desperate try to scratch an evil itch. He hooked off the tawse from his belt and just offered the handle to her pussy.
“You are such a nasty, randy slave. If you don't stop chewing your punishment chow I will allow you to fuck yourself – you will get your dinner-dildo AND the tawse that punished you. Show the tawse your love. But you need to eat. Chew, slowly.
I endow you silence. Enjoy your meal. Enjoy your sensations in isolation. Dedication, slaveslut, dedication! Fuck yourself and eat up. When you licked your bowl clean you will get another well earned punishment.”
He took away the tawse for a moment to push a button on his remote, the tortured slave instantly wailed as his vaginal scratching was gone, if only for some seconds.
Miss Vernor told: “He shut down her hearing. She stays with her head in that bowl, eating it up little bit by little bit. Fat Fred leaves later out of boredom, just asking once again 'Waddaya like mooore!'. V11 still tries to cool down her nipples by rubbing them on the cold floor, and she continues to wiggle with her ass, fucking both her holes continuously – she later described she would have done anything to scratch her burning insides. She spent more than 15 minutes to complete her meal, the wrangler even allowed D7 to put away the boot and eat her dinner. After finishing V11 will get another punishment for still not eating while being reprimanded twice. She” -
The judge interrupted: “Just fast forward and show it. How long had the sauce burned?”
Vernor operated the video player: “According to V11 it burnt really heavy for a time, than quickly diminished. In the end there was a lightly stinging lingering effect that lasted for 'a very long time'. As her information was not really reliable we tested the sauce again under lab conditions, and it really burns for only 2 to 4 minutes, and after 30 minutes it should be no longer perceptible.
It varies a little bit with the amount you use, but even tripling the dosage won't burn much longer. You may like what happens next.”
She manipulated the player, and the boot flavored block was gone. V11 was still chewing, the wrangler sat directly behind her, supporting the dildo and tawse holding hand with his leg. V11 fucked herself very slow yet. As she gulped down the wrangler took both tools out of her and laid them on he floor. He pressed the button on his remote, slapped her ass and ordered: “You will lick it clean, veeleven. Enjoy your meal completely.” He pressed the button another time and left the room.
He came back with a bottle of water, a short dildo gag with harness and a cane.
V11 was slowly licking the bowl. The wrangler gave the bottle to D7 with the order to drink quickly, then he came back to V11. With a firm grip he rubbed her face through the bowl, took it away and readied the dildo gag. Experienced hands quickly sunk the dildo deep into V11s mouth and fixated the harness firmly. A last vigorous adjustment made V11 cough heavy, forcing snot out of her nose.
The sound of her difficult breathing was easily discernible as the wrangler picked up the cane and took her backside as target. He pressed the button again, and heralded:
“Veeleven, you were disobedient. You did not eat your chow as commanded. You did not follow a repeated command. You will be given 10 strokes with the cane, but you do not need to count, obviously. You will thank me when I remove that gag. I only want to hear an expression of your heartfelt gratitude. You had fun enough!”
He brought down the cane, and with the typical terrifying swishing it was slicing through the air. V11 tensed, and as the cane bit in her flesh she screamed rattling in her gag.
She inhaled much of the snot in her mouth and coughed heavy. The wrangler monitored her as she was breaking down visibly, letting her self hang. He waited until she came up again, and said:
“This won't work. You need to stand up and take your punishment. Dedication! Only 9 left, but I won't bend down to punish you. You need to stand up. Take your well deserved punishment like a good slave.
9 times the cane and you will loose the gag. Then 1 nasty surprise for a nasty slave, and you will get your anal beverage. I will help you, but I want you to stand up and bend forward. I want you to take that 9 strokes with dedication, veeleven. You will stand up and prove me that you are a good slave. And if you take the 9 like a good slave you will get a blanket tonight, and you will sleep on a mat.
You will take all 9 because you want to be that good slave. You don't want me to use that nipple clamps you hate, with the sharp teeth you fear. You don't want to sleep in that cage with the hard floor. You need your strength for tomorrow, tomorrow you want to show what a good slave you are. You don't want tomorrow to be like today. Now, stand up and take your 9. Dedication, veeleven!”
He unchained her hands completely, and she instantly began shaking and massaging her arms.
He just watched for some time, and she unwound a little, her breath still strenuous but less panicked. He caressed her arms softly and guided them to the vertical bars.
“And now stand up!” he ordered, and with wobbly legs V11 stood up with her legs apart and much help of the wrangler. He locked a wrist to each bar and said:
“You are lucky, you have a friend, veeleven. D7 finished her bottle of water. And D7 was not a nasty slave, so she will get another bottle of water. As you will get your water when you got your 9. I will fetch D7 her water, because I do good for good slaves. And that means that even you, the nasty slave, will benefit from the good slave. You will get a little break. Do you want a break now, and the 9 afterwards, or, what I recommend, the half now and the other half after a short break. Seems like another round of what do you like more. So, veeleven, I prefer half and half, do you agree?”
V11 nodded quickly, she obviously wanted to do whatever the wrangler preferred.
“Very good, veeleven. Dedication!”
He gave her 4 strokes in a slow, rhythmic sequence, giving her time to feel the sting and burn extensively, as she performed a gag-screaming dance from foot to foot.
“There is only a little problem, veeleven. I cannot give you four and a half. And you need your 10, so let's round it up!”
He executed the for now last one and enjoyed her reaction, then he left.
V11 was sobbing, and tried to wiggle her butt out of the pain.
The wrangler returned with another bottle of water he handed D7.
Returning to V11 he began to massage her butt and her legs.
“Ah, veeleven, it could have been so easy. Respect your guest, eat up your chow, take your punishment like a penitent slave. You can still prove you are a good slave. Show me how dedicated you are!”
He carried out 4 more strokes, and stopped. V11 nearly choked from her heavy panting with the gag deep down her throat.
“And there comes the other half rounded up” he let the cane swish through the air, making her twitch out of anticipation” - Of course not. I am a nice guy, and I will not give you more than you deserve, veeleven. You see, I can make fun of you, too. Think of what you are feeling now when you make fun of someone the next time. Remember everything you feel at this moment. And maybe you will be a better slave next time. And you are a polite slave, so don't forget what you should do now!”, he removed the harness, and the dildo was coughed instantly out of her throat, snot drawing strings down to the floor.
V11 coughed up more slime, and between her deep breaths she croaked:
“Thank you master for punishing me. Thank you for making me a better slave!”
“You are welcome, veeleven.” He wrapped some of the snot strings around the dildogag, and fetched some foam bubbling out of V11 mouth.
He carefully carried the snot covered gag to D7.
“Hope you quenched your thirst, open up!”, he ordered. D7 recoiled, but obeyed. The wrangler gagged her, but didn't pull the strings as tight, there was much more dildo visible than in V11s mouth.
“Everything alright?” he asked. D7 looked stunned.
“Something unusual?” - D7 shook her head irritated.
“Very good.” he observed her for a short time, then he returned to V11.
“So, veeleven. Let's take care of your hydration!”
He lowered the horizontal bar, pushed her a little bit back until he could get it again at the height of her hips. He bowed her over the bar and retied her wrists, but she was not bent as hard as her first time.
Then he readied the enema bag.
“Time for your nasty surprise. It is nasty, but you get a decision. I will give you the opportunity to orgasm, veeleven. Yes, an orgasm for a nasty slave.
But I cannot gift you an orgasm, veeleven. You have been a bad slave, and bad slaves normally don't get orgasms at all.
So, there is this unfinished bottle of chili sauce.” V11 was groaning loudly. The wrangler gave her a playful slap on the butt. “And we don't want to waste good chili sauce, veeleven.”
He put another glove over his hand and let it snap audibly. Picking up the dildostick he poured sauce on it and spread it with his gloved hand.
He used two gloved and sauced fingers to probe her asshole thoroughly, and as V11 began to pant and groan he stuck the dildo deep in her. He only assfucked her 3 times, complete in, complete out, until he fetched the pump up buttplug. He sealed her ass and pumped up the plug, but only a little bit. He took more sauce on the glove and began massaging her nipples, while V11 tried to shake her breasts out of his grip. He had fun with the little game, in the end he got what he wanted, and she shook her breasts heavily only to get some air breathing over her nipples.
“So... I thought I might offer to masturbate you with this glove full of hot sauce. But it seems you are already sweating it out, veeleven. Let me offer you something different.
You will get masturbated. And I will masturbate you now without any sauce for your pussy until you come. I will smear the rest of the sauce on your pussy after you had the orgasm you crave for.
You could alleviate the burning with some good vibes from your pussy, veeleven. But you will wear nipple clamps. Maybe you will enjoy them, they are so cold, that metal clamps. Not the evil you fear, the normal clamps you just don't like. They are cool – and you get your chance to come.
Or I will soak your pussy in hot sauce, spare you the clamps and give you your beverage. You are allowed a decision, veeleven. D7 is currently sucking on the dick you had in your mouth, enjoying all your snot and slime. She sits there and observes you. Do you want to show her that you still think with your randy pussy? Do you want to be clamped only for the chance to come? You may speak up once again, veeleven, are you a randy slut that thinks with her pussy, a randy slut that wants to be clamped?”
V11 was gasping, and after some time passed, seconds before the situation could become awkward she suddenly yelled:
“I am a randy slut that thinks with her pussy. Please clamp my nipples, master. Please, master, let this horny randy slut come!”
The wrangler grabbed one still dangling tit.He let one clamp after the other bite in her nipples. Small weights were beginning to swing as he put on a further pair of gloves and began masturbating V11.
The wrangler rubbed with one hand, and penetrated with the other. It took several minutes, and V11 was bathed in sweat when she was finally sounding loudly, roaring her lust into the room. She was thrashing forward and backward and her tits were flailing with her movement. The weights jiggled, and with a scream she had a thunderous orgasm, squirted a small puddle onto the floor and pressed the pumped up plug out of her ass.
She screamed: “Thank you master for letting me come. Thank you for letting this stupid, clumsy, nasty slave come. I am a randy, nasty slut that thinks only with her pussy, and I thank my master for letting me come!”
“Very good, veeleven. Enjoy it.”
The wrangler waited until V11 stopped shaking, then he removed the clamps.
“Just some sauce left, and your beverage. Let's get done with it, veeleven.... oh, seems like your butt lost his plug. Naughty butt. We need to teach him a lesson, veeleven.
Let's see how much sauce we have left for you.”
He poured the remains in her crack while stuffing two fingers of his other hand in her pussy. The sauce was running down, he stopped it with his palm. He dropped the bottle carefully – as his hand was free he greased the sauce up her crack and stuck two fingers in her asshole. His other hand began masturbating again, and the sauce was mixing in with her pussy juice.
V11 began moaning again, still panting from her orgasm. Then her moans low-pitched, and she jerked more and more intense. With a slobbery sound the wrangler was pulling out his fingers, V11 continued her 'backside in fire' dance.
The plug was deflated, then pushed back in her ass, and the wrangler was monitoring her while pumping it up until he was sure she also had some discomfort from it's size, not only from the sauce.
He opened the valve, the new bag of water was flowing into V11 – only seconds later V11 began to cramp, wiggle and groaning more and more heavy in pain. A deep howl vibrated through V11, a sound that resembled a plaintive cow more than a human. V11 was abruptly heavily pulling on her bindings, and screeched: “.. Stop it .. “, scream, “ Stop, master, please please please make it stop. Can't take it – too much.” The wrangler quickly pressed a button on his remote, and D7s lenses became black, the room was filled with the soundscape of an approaching thunderstorm. Between the noise of heavy raindrops the wrangler shouted:
“What's wrong, veeleven?”
“Too much, master” she panted hoarse, “pleeeease, to much, it burns. My ass – fire – like hell. Please make it stop! I'll do anything – please stop it”
He quickly moved his still gloved, sauced hands to her pussy and began masturbating her.
“You can withstand it, veeleven.” he shouted. “You are strong and dedicated. And I will help you, you feel it. It will go away, and you will learn so much from it. You will improve, veeleven.
You will take it, veeleven, stay strong. You are a slave that had to be punished, and now you are punished. Just take it a last time, veeleven. Think about all your misconducts and you will see that you deserved your burning ass. You are a good slave, veeleven, because you can take your punishments. You are dedicated, veeleven. You will prove your dedication, veeleven. This will be over soon, keep that feelings, that burn in your mind. Store it, and use it to improve. Dedication, veeleven!”
V11s body was covered with visible sweat, phlegm was flowing from her nose and mouth down to the ground. She was still panting heavy and quivered. She hang exhausted over the bar, calming down slowly. The wrangler had her under control again and nodded to the camera, the upcoming thunderstorm softened - and passed away. The sound of rain falling on the ground lingered.
The wrangler took away his hands – and used his remote to un-black D7.
Miss Vernor cleared her throat, the judge eyed her up.
He and Mr. Braclav both fidgeted in their chairs, and the whole atmosphere for all 4 was a little steamy.
Miss Vernor explained: “V11 is now getting her enema, afterwards both slaves get a mat and a blanket for sleep. We usually don't tie down sleeping slaves, but V11 was not allowed to masturbate, so she had her hands connected to her collar. We placed the slaves close enough to talk, but not close enough to touch. They had the whole evening and night undisturbed to bring their relationship on a new level. We try to evolve a companionship between volunteers and slaves . D7 can now console V11 with words, so she invests something in the relationship. The next time D7 is punished we will send in V11 to console her, but she will be able to touch her. Most slaves, and D7 is no exception, react extremely well to a skilled intimate licking to bolster them up. The slave yields more than it invested, and that incurs a dept – a dept the slave will try to pay back. And we get reliable data from an unreliable source.
Mr. Macrae feared V11 could let something slip that might envenom the befriending of D7, maybe even destroying her trust to anybody, rendering her completely useless. So he used our emergency shut out program.”
“So your volunteers pretend to be slaves to befriend other slaves and extract information? A pretty elaborate scheme.” Mr. Braclav noted,
and got corrected by the judge:
“There is no pretending. The volunteers are no longer volunteers. They ARE slaves. Like the other slave in the cell, there is no difference, apart from that you can use ASSTR-bound slaves for testing purposes as you could use volunteers – actually they are under compulsion to participate in testings, as it is the defining point of the ASSTR-act.
And I congratulate your lawyer, Miss Vernor.
To make it simple, you are telling us that you are inviting some of your friends, who volunteer to taste some animal feed you stirred together in your kitchen slash laboratory. You only use what you can find in any supermarket around, and together you are just working on the taste of some of your recipes. When you have done your tinkering your friends strip down and play livestock, and act more than livestock than actual livestock. And then they sample your feed again. And when you are all convinced that it tastes as you want it to taste: You feed it your livestock.
You could compare it to a restaurant that extensively tests his dining options. A really gruesome restaurant, to be precise... and as far as I know a restaurant is not supervised by the FDA.
You will still need to comply to some stipulations, but I am sure you can bring in any necessary document that proves that you do that. Clever move!”
Miss Vernor and her lawyer nodded smiling.
The judge got an ashtray out of a drawer and placing it on his desk he made an inviting gesture to the participants. Mr. Braclav lit a cigarette, the judge helped himself to an expensive looking cigar. He throw an asking gaze at Miss Vernor, who stated flushing:
“Gave it up several years ago. Could no longer stand the taste.”
The judge chuckled and blew at the glow while reclining in his chair:
“I tasted my first cigar when I was 25. My family had a slavegirl who pilfered cigarettes, we had always some for guests in a casket. She loved to smoke before she was enslaved and she could not withstand the allure. I caught her red handed in a shady corner of our home. She was so terrified she nearly swallowed the cigarette. I gave her a choice to be punished by me. And she instantly begged me to punish her, and to not tell her lady anything. I took her cigarette, hurried her to strip and bend over. I held it, still glowing, on her butt. I promised her I would not inform anyone if she took her punishment without fidgeting too much or alerting someone with screams.
I blew it until it was burnt down to the filter, and she sported a nice burned dash on her butt.
I assured her that I would add one more every time I catch her again.
I borrowed her for some weeks – and took her to my study home.
Out of the idea of 'helping' her with her smoking issues I tried my first cigar - I nearly coughed my lungs out – but I liked using her as an ashtray.
I never used her sexually, even if she expected it, sometimes even craved it.
She was ashtray and maid.
I never found her smoking again, think she could also no longer stand the taste.
Maybe this is the only secret the old lady never discovered.
And I still like to smoke a cigar when I have that feeling – like today.”
Mr. Braclav asked: “Did no one inquire where that burned scar did come from?”,
the judge chuckled again: “I just said: She is clumsy – did suffice.
Maybe you should ask Miss Vernor how she quit smoking, you are trying for years now.”
Mr. Braclav nodded: “May be a good idea.”
“But, I digress. Mr.Braclav, you still have questions.”
“Yes, your honor.” , Mr Braclav shook his head and returned his attention to Miss Vernor and her lawyer, “That is a really hard punishment for someone who volunteers. How did you convince a volunteer to get fingered by that sleazy, thick … Fred?”
“We did not ask her. Mr. Macrae found it was a good idea, and as V11 is a slave, there was no need to ask anybody else.”
“You have that .. man ..available. A remarkable employee.”
“We own him.”, Miss Vernor corrected, earning her surprised gazes from both men. “He did things he better should have done only to slaves. And that brought him three lifetimes in a collar. He was a bargain buy. We fed him up to his actual size, and we use some make up and scents to customize his appearance, but he has a skin deep disposition to his overall nastiness.”
“So you did not order your wrangler to use that chili-sauce, too?”
Miss Vernor answered: “No, Mr. Macrae is pretty creative. According to V11 the chili sauce was, especially in combination with the water, extremely intense. We had an interview the next morning and she insisted to never be wrangled by Mr. Macrae again.”
“And what was your reaction?”
“I gave him a raise.”
The whole room burst into laugh.
“We use Letters and Numbers from 1 to 12, because it is pretty short to enunciate. We don't have that much slaves and volunteers, up to now there are more than enough combinations left. You will see that we use hoods in our testing facility, with the numbers imprinted on the forehead. Mouth and nose are of course free, the ears are always filled with plugs that can be silenced, and the eyes are covered with glass that blackens when it receives a signal. We often use the hoods to shut out eyes and ears through tastings, so that our probands can concentrate fully on our product.”
Seconds later another video was playing on the monitor. The shown room was larger than the judges room, had a cement floor and rough concrete walls, the left wall containing a steel door. In the back of the room lied a hooded slave girl, her steel collar chained to one of the steel hoops adorning the walls, holding her legs in a fetal position, obviously resting. Wrist and ankle shackles with several rings completed her clothing, there was a white imprint on her black shiny hood, and it might spell D7 to everyone a little closer.
Miss Vernor began to explain: “This is one of our diverse testing areas. This ones floor is coated with resin, so even a crawling slave won't get scratched knees. All rooms are air-conditioned, and we can simulate different more or less pleasant temperatures, but mostly we just stay with comfortable temperatures for our wranglers. Slaves are accustomed to that temperatures. That was a very hot summer day, and we wanted everything to get sweaty, so the temperature in this specific room actually was pretty high, but in most cases there is not even a hint of 'slave abuse'...”
The video continued, there were footsteps and noises on the door, the slave in background straightened up quickly and fell into present position, now clearly discernible as D7.
The door opened outwards, and a clothed guy, clearly a wrangler, rolled a man high frame consisting of two vertical poles with a hip high horizontal bar on a platform into the middle of the room and placed it on the floor. The two wheels did no longer reach to the floor, it would have to be tilted again to be moved out. He left and brought in a chair, putting it directly in front of the bar while Miss Vernor gave another short explanation:
“You will witness the punishment of one of our volunteers, V11. The V does not stand for volunteer, we shuffle the volunteers randomly into the slave numbers. We use them to get deeper knowledge of our products either directly from themselves, or we use them to get valuable information from other slaves. Slaves tend to not answer completely truthful on questions we ask as their owners. They only share a tiny fraction of their experiences they are willing to share with a slave they can sympathize with, especially a slave that gets treated worse.
V11 was actually working on our test field, plucking some fruits. She had a day of hard labor on her schedule. She had a quota to fulfill. If practicable all our slaves get their daily quota, and we offer them a reward for exceeding expectations, in her case it was a block of strawberry chow – matching her task, and she would have got a warm shower and a blanket for sleep after work.
If she scores enough to reach the range of meeting expectations she would have earned herself NutriCum or something comparable, tasteless with only salt for example, and a rag with a bucket of water.
Not meeting expectations will earn her a punishment chow, a corporal punishment and a hosing down with cold water.
At the beginning we always use different rewards and punishments, later we rely mainly on our chows as motivational help – we try to get comparable data. If we need more punishment chow data we increase the quotas.
V11 did well the whole morning, and would have easily exceeded her quota if she had followed her rules. Our slaves are constantly reminded to hydrate sufficiently, especially on warm days.
V11 tried to save time and did not walk the short way to the drinking trough, postponing her hydration time and time again.
Unfortunately she got dizzy in an unfavorable moment and fell into a stack of boxes filled with fresh plucked fruits, only minutes before finishing time. Therefore she got herself a punishment worse than for not meeting expectations. As we strongly believe in instant correction she got 5 with the cane the moment she came back to feet. After that she was watered, and we heightened her quota for the future.
She was properly restrained with her hands in a reverse prayer, anchored at the back of her collar. She was frogmarched to the room you are currently observing, particularly since D7 was already waiting there. If somehow possible we mix volunteers and slaves for punishments, it forms a bond that nearly always proves to be useful. They both had already spent working and relaxing time together and formed an early friendship.” She finished.
“Why field work?” Mr Braclav inquired.
“We have different assignments available, but field work has a good impact and throws you fast into slave mind. Also we try to adopt the partial self sufficiency we had abroad in our research lab here.
And different interviews showed: Working in the fields is dull. You will have to work diligently, or you will get the whip, but you still have much time to think. You are nude, you are sweaty, and you try to imagine something that keeps your mind busy. And then you think where what you are plucking goes to. It is our staff canteen. And maybe there is that guy or that girl that normally works with you that currently enjoys something you will be denied. You are on cum-diet, and they look through the window at your naked, whipped ass and eat what you had worked so hard for. Most volunteers find it is a thrill, and that works in both directions. And I heard it even thrills more with people you despise. Sometimes the volunteer is lucky and can eat what he plucked a day before, that - Ah, sorry. It begins.”
A wrangler with a wailing naked slave girl was passing through the door. He held her at her reverse-prayer-bound arms with his opposite hand, pulling them up and forward. Her torso was forced down, and her hooded face was pretty close to the floor. With his other hand he repeatedly used a tawse on her backside with very audible smacks. Her naked breasts were flailing left and right. She was forced over the horizontal bar. The wrangler connected a short chain from the two bars forming the frame to her collar and her ankle cuffs. Folded over the bar with spread legs the slave girl tried to calm down while blewing bubbles out of her snotty nose.
She had somewhat saggy breasts, dangling down to her chin, and a sturdy but female figure, with overall just a tiny bit to much fat, wide hips and a chubby backside, but in this position a perfect target for corporal punishment – 5 angry red lines already crossing her cheeks.
“Quit whining, you brought this on yourself. Not only failing for your own but even destroying the work of others.” the wrangler said while further tanning her ass with his tawse. He stuck his finger into her pussy and finished: “Not enough water in your head to stay upright, but enough moisture between your legs to swamp the whole field! You are a randy slave. Think once with your head - “ he tipped her head lightly with his foot, “ and not your greedy needy stinky little pussy!”
He slapped between her legs with his hand, forcing her to hop up a considerable height. The bang even startled D7.
He stuck his finger again in her waiting hole, masturbated and lectured her:
“This could have been your day. You had luck with your quota, you got some rows with many fruits. There was a nice dessert and a good shagging right under your nose.”, he let the tawse dangle on the tip of her nose, eliciting a sob from her.
“You would have got a nice place to sleep, and maybe you would have got one of your treasured orgasms while getting fucked, but in any case you would have gotten the opportunity to bestow it yourself. And all that at your first day back in the fields. Pull yourself together!”
He accentuated the next words with pussy slaps rising in strength: “Don't ! leave ! Thinking ! To ! Your ! Cunt!!” she screamed again, and started a litany of excuses: “… sorry sir, I am so sorry sir, I am a stupid cunt, sorry sir ….”
“Oh yes, you are and you will be.”, the wrangler said while leaving the room. V11 was still uttering excuses when the wrangler came back with two big sacks full of liquid, a tube and a pump up buttplug. He knelt down and patted her face.
“Tut tut, quit your lamentation. You want to be a good slave, veeleven. I love good slaves, veeleven. And good slaves are not whining the whole time. Good slaves regret their mistakes deeply in their heart.”, he tipped on her chest. “Good slaves beg for forgiveness. Good slaves swear to improve. And good slaves beg for proper punishment. So, veeleven, do you want to be a good slave?”
“Yesh, shir, I wanna be a good shlave, shir” she sobbed through her snot.
“And what do you need to do now?” he inquired.
The slave was sniffling loudly and answered more understandable: “I am sorry, sir. I beg for your forgiveness, sir. I promise to improve, sir.” the wrangler grabbed her nipple and squeezed it hard – she took a sharp breath and continued: “I beg you to punish me, sir. Punish me strictly, sir. I ...”
“Shhhh”, the wrangler interrupted, then turned the nipple until V11 began to whimper. “You will be punished. And you will be punished strictly, exactly as you want it. As you need it, veeleven. But first of all”, he stood up, “we need to help you.
You gave proof that you are even unfit to manage your own hydration. So we will free you from that strenuous effort.”
He again sunk his finger deep in her pussy: “It fits, now the distance between thinking and drinking has shrunken dramatically. Yes, the next days will be pretty challenging for you. You even have to proof that you are able to drink water. Until then we will play safe.”
He pushed the plug in her pussy and turned it left and right, using her pussy juice as lube. Then he sunk the plug deep into her butthole, and pumped it up until he could hear several moans from her. He connected it to the bag with water using the tube and hooked it to one of the high bars framing the horizontal bar. He opened the valve and pinched her clit. “What do you say?” -
“Thank you, sir. Thank you for watering me, sir” she squeaked immediately, wiggling her hips to elude his grip.
He let go and laughed: “You will get a visit from a very special guest. And he will help you. He will punish you, if you beg for it. Beg for your punishment really good, and maybe this will have been the worst day of your life.”
He strictly pinched her again -
“And you don't want your days to get worse than today, do you?”
“No sir, please punish me sir!” she shrieked again, trying to wiggle her clit free.
He eventually let loose: “You really fucked up today. I want you to improve. I will help you, but first of all you need to get forgiveness, good luck.” He left the room and closed the door.
V11 was still trembling and sobbed. D7 tried to get closer as far as her neck chain would allow and made some comforting noises. She tried to start a conversation when the door again flew open.
“Knock knooock...”, someone was hollering into the room, “Sommm'one heeere?” And there was Fat Fred incoming. “Whassup? Who hangs his head?”
V11 begged: “Please punish me, master! I need strict punishment, master! I was a stupid clumsy slave and I promise to improve, master! Please punish me strictly, sir! I need it, sir! I want to learn, sir! I want to improve, sir!”
“Upsy-daisy. Lil' stupid, am not heere to punish. Jus' keep ya company. Cum panny!” he laughed.
“But if ya wanna I give ya a lil punishment.” He came closer to the folded and defenseless slave. He was leaning heavy on her backside and inspected her crotch. Than he found the plug pump, and squeezed it one times, two times, three times while the slave was wailing louder and louder.
“Waddaya say, girl. Thank Fat Fred for yar punishment!” -
“Thank you, master Fat Fred for my punishment, sir. Thank you so much for punishing me, master Fat Fred.” V11 groaned.
“So, got that punishy thingy out of your mind. Now I'll keep ya company. Pretty lame heere. Wanna play a lil game with ya. Its called: 'Waddaya like moore'. I'll be pretty nice and do two nice thingys to ya and than I'll ask 'Waddaya like moore?' - and ya're sayin: I like the one thingy Fat Fred's doin' but I love the other thingy fat Fred's doing. And the luv' thingy is the thingy ya like moooore. Got it? Ah, I'll show ya.”
He leaned down, stuck out his tongue and licked over her pussy from bottom to top, making the slave shiver and retch. “Ah, tasty pussy.” he grunted, then he sucked on her clit and bit forcefully. A high pitched scream was shattering the room, while a grinning fat Fred asked: “Waddaya like mooore?” while he flicked with his fingers against her clit.
“I like master fat Fred biting my clit, but I love master fat Fred licking my pussy.” the slave uttered between sobs.
“Am no master not, am jus' yar Friend fat Fred. Shall I do again until you get it?”
“No, I got it, I like fat Fred biting my clit but I love fat Fred licking my pussy!” she hastily corrected.
“Oh, yarr so brrainy. Here comes yar reward.” and he began to lick her pussy. The slave began to gulp and shake, and so he stopped and heaved himself up leaning on her cheeks.
Standing wobbly on his feet again he took hold of her cheek, while forcing the other hand down to a powerful slap on her other cheek. She wailed again, until Fred sunk his pinkie deep in her pussy. He slurped while fingering her, and while she retched again he asked:
“Waddaya like mooore?” - and this time she needed a moment to decide what was the less disgusting 'thingy'.
“Ah, memory gone. Get ya a reminder.” Fred said, bringing down his hand for another powerful slap.
“I like fat Fred fingering my pussy, but I love fat Fred slapping my ass!” was yelled from between his knees. “Rrreward!” he said breathless and brought down his hand once again, this time the sound was much softer, and Fred was not willing to do it again. He was blowing over his own hand, it must have been painful for him, too.
He stumbled around the stand and dropped himself onto the chair.
After some deep breaths he reached around the slave, and grabbed her breasts. He squashed them thoroughly, the slave started to moan in discomfort while he was starting to breath heavy. So he searched the nipples, pinched them and started slinging the breasts with them. As he was breathing hard quickly he stopped and squeezed out breathless: “Waddaya ...like... more...”
“I like fat Fred trying to play with my breasts, but I love fat Fred trying to pull my nipples!” the slave said with a cheeky undertone fat Fred luckily didn't get. He stuttered “Re.. re.. warrd” and just pinched somewhere in her breasts. At least he wrung a sharp breath out of the slave.
D7 could not suppress a single, nearly non audible giggle escaping her lips. That made fat Fred rise surprisingly quick, and while he was balancing his swaying with a firm grip on V11's cheek, he got a red colored face and angrily spat out: “A friend. Wanna play with us! Wanna play waddaya like moore. Like or Luv Fred sittin' on yar face and stickin' his dick in yar giggling puss!” he was still breathing heavy as V11 shouted:
“Please punish me master fat Fred! I need to be punished strictly, master fat Fred! I want to improve, master fat Fred. I want to be a good slave, master fat Fred. Please punish me and make me a good slave, master fat Fred.”
Surprised fat Fred took again hold of her both cheeks, and spoke to her bumhole: “Aye, will make ya a good slave. No mooore punish. Must play last round Waddaya like moore!”
He let himself plop back into his chair, and struggled to remove his already unlaced boot. With a triumphant grunt he pulled of the boot with a slurping sound and tossed it to D7.
“Put yar nosy nose and yar dirty puss in that boot and giggle again, slut! Wanna remind yar who'sn charge. I see yar grin out of that boot yar gettin' yar own punishment – from fat Fred AND fat Freds friends!”
Wide eyed D7 took the boot and stuck her face in it. She grimaced and breathed out audibly. She took a slow, stuttered breath in with different coughs, but did not lower the boot.
Fat Fred observed her a moment, than he put his foot directly under the face of V11.
“Lick that foot! Lick and suck until it is squeaky clean!”
V11 and D7 retched simply from the imagination, and both already hat the stench in their noses.
“Lick that foot or I blow yar butt up until yar floating!” Fat Fred ordered while trying to get a hold of the plugs pump.
With a moan coming from deep in her chest V11 stuck out her tongue and began licking.
Miss Vernor took hold of the tablet: “This takes a while. Fat Fred will enjoy the tongue bath – V11 not. I will fast forward a little bit.”
Fat Fred was still sitting relaxed on his chair, the waterbag was fully empty and the foot glistened from saliva, it was considerably less dirt on it. V11 was currently sucking a toe, while D7 was still inhaling Fat Freds boot.
The door opened and in came the wrangler again, carrying two bowls and a dildo on a stick. Fat Fred withdraw his foot, the wrangler opened the valve of the inflating buttplug. The hissing sound of the deflating plug was accompanied by a relieved moan from V11.
The wrangler unlocked the collar of V11 and she erected herself, her hands still in a reverse prayer, but visibly relieved. The wrangler unlocked the vertical bar and moved it upwards over her head. Than he unlocked the wrists at the back from the collar, and V11 stretched her arms out. Her joints were audibly popping, but her wrists and elbows still stayed connected. The wrangler pushed her down on her knees, took hold of her neck and her wrists and pulled her arms up behind her back into a kneeling strappado position.
He fetched one bowl and took it to D7, placing it on the floor he said: “Hands behind your back, and enjoy your cum flavor. Lick it clean. I bet veeleven will envy you quickly!”
“Nay, stop.”, Fat Fred intervened, “Wanna that puss in ma boot until this pussies bowl is licked!”
“You heard the man - “ the wrangler ordered D7 - “ the boot it is. You wait till veeleven finished!”
He took the other bowl and placed it under the face of V11.
“Something special for our special slave. It is called Fat Fred's well worked boot's, and I am sure you will love it. You are the first slave to taste it, our little guinea pig! Maybe they'll even put your face on the label. Ask your question, Fred.”
“Waddaya like mooore – yar honored, ya got the real thingy AND the unreal thingy!”
“Thank you Fred. So, veeleven, D7 is waiting for you to finish. And of course there is again our old friend, your dinner-dildo. Open up!” he shoved the dildo deep down her throat and turned in both directions, until V11 retched and coughed up a foamy mixture of saliva and snot.
“Your mouth is pretty dry. Someone must have licked something for a long time, we need to solve that. Just suck a little longer,” he fucked her mouth several times, stimulating the flow of more and more saliva, “.... and then it goes deepthroat again. Hold your breath …. longer …. and longer … still hold it... now!” he pulled the dildo out of her throat with a quick, fluid motion. She coughed slime through her nose and out of her mouth and looked at him through watery eyes. “Lights out.”, he pushed a button on a remote, and the lenses of V11 blackened. He came close to her ears, and in the video was a short crackling, then the sound quality degraded apruptly, but you could hear the wrangler whispering:
“As always, you will be fucked in your ass while you eat, slaveslut. You will get assfucked because you hate it and you need it. When I begin to fuck you, you will start to eat. And you will take your time with this food. I want you to let every bite sink in. D7 will have her smelly boot, and you will have yours. If you finish too fast you will get another one, until I am satisfied with your punishment.
With your current reputation I will serve you this supper every single day, so from now on you will work your ass off if you want to taste something different than sweaty boots.”
The wrangler took a small bottle out of his pocket, put on gloves and smeared the contents on the dildo.
“And I noticed what you have done. You have been an insolent little slave. You have been nasty again. Making fun of fat Fred without him noticing. But I have noticed, and I will make you pay, veeleven. Today is sincerely not the day for making fun in any way.”
He moved the still glistening gloved hand between her legs.
“First I play with your clit, than I split your folds and sink my fingers in your pussy. You will feel it quickly. It is a mild chili sauce, not really dangerous. But you will feel it sting and burn. You will have something to remind yourself that you have been naughty and got caught.
Congrats, veeleven, you made it worse for you, again! And now: Let's keep your bowels boiling!”
He gripped the stick firmly and drove the dildo with one strong motion deep into her ass. He gave her a moment to get accustomed to it, and afterwards began to fuck her slow and deep. Clear water was pushed out of her hole, running down her legs and forming a small puddle on the floor. There was a crackling again and the sound quality elevated back to normal.
“Eat!”, he commanded, but veeleven was irritated, she tried to move her legs and shake her backside.
Miss Vernor dropped in: “She is now enduring the chili-sauce. She told later that she tried to get some wind between her legs to cool down the fiery sensation. In some seconds you will see her blush even more, and then she is wiggling with her backside like a happy dog. It was no 'mild' chili sauce.”
“Eat!” came the wranglers command again, this time more impatient.
Miss Vernor prepared herself for another explanation, but was gesticulated into silence by the judge – who observed the video intently.
The wrangler used his free hands backside to turn V11s face and lift it up. The slaves cheeks were beet red and she was already panting, sweat was running down her cheeks, her neck, her spine, it was even glistening from her breasts, that were heaving invitingly with the heavy panting.
“Seems like I got you.” She was sincerely unable to answer, it seemed like she concentrated herself fully on the fires ravaging through her loins.
“I love it already. Let's get a little further.” He used the still glistening glove to massage the nipples of V11 – and then began twisting, pinching and pulling them.
“Dedication, slave. It is only a question of your dedication.” - he pulled down the evil glove with his teeth, and gave her a firm slap in her face. He grabbed her cheeks and pressed them together, brought his face in her sight and repeated:
“Dedication, veeleven. I fill your ass and you fill your mouth. Obedience and dedication. And this is my last warning, you already collected even more demerits.”
“Eat!” he shouted, giving her another mild slap in her face and a really stinging one on her backside, then the wrangler began to rigorously fuck her ass. V11 was moving her face slowly into the bowl, still panting. And then the waning patience of the wrangler came to an abrupt end. He used his boot to push her face into the bowl, while still fucking her ass.
“Stay!” he ordered, unlocked her wrists and took them in his free hand.
“We are doing it together now, you are unable to drink, now you are unable to eat. I will teach you!” he held her arms up and pushed her face in the bowl.
“Get a bite, NOW!” he shouted. “Hurry up, fill your mouth!” - and finally she complied. He let her arms down, that she could bring her face out of he bowl. But she had her torso still lowered deeply, and while she was wiggling her ass she now also tried to rub her nipples on the floor.
The wrangler smiled sadistically, and only held the dildostick firmly in his hand. She wiggled herself up and down the dildo, still panting heavy. It was obviously a desperate try to scratch an evil itch. He hooked off the tawse from his belt and just offered the handle to her pussy.
“You are such a nasty, randy slave. If you don't stop chewing your punishment chow I will allow you to fuck yourself – you will get your dinner-dildo AND the tawse that punished you. Show the tawse your love. But you need to eat. Chew, slowly.
I endow you silence. Enjoy your meal. Enjoy your sensations in isolation. Dedication, slaveslut, dedication! Fuck yourself and eat up. When you licked your bowl clean you will get another well earned punishment.”
He took away the tawse for a moment to push a button on his remote, the tortured slave instantly wailed as his vaginal scratching was gone, if only for some seconds.
Miss Vernor told: “He shut down her hearing. She stays with her head in that bowl, eating it up little bit by little bit. Fat Fred leaves later out of boredom, just asking once again 'Waddaya like mooore!'. V11 still tries to cool down her nipples by rubbing them on the cold floor, and she continues to wiggle with her ass, fucking both her holes continuously – she later described she would have done anything to scratch her burning insides. She spent more than 15 minutes to complete her meal, the wrangler even allowed D7 to put away the boot and eat her dinner. After finishing V11 will get another punishment for still not eating while being reprimanded twice. She” -
The judge interrupted: “Just fast forward and show it. How long had the sauce burned?”
Vernor operated the video player: “According to V11 it burnt really heavy for a time, than quickly diminished. In the end there was a lightly stinging lingering effect that lasted for 'a very long time'. As her information was not really reliable we tested the sauce again under lab conditions, and it really burns for only 2 to 4 minutes, and after 30 minutes it should be no longer perceptible.
It varies a little bit with the amount you use, but even tripling the dosage won't burn much longer. You may like what happens next.”
She manipulated the player, and the boot flavored block was gone. V11 was still chewing, the wrangler sat directly behind her, supporting the dildo and tawse holding hand with his leg. V11 fucked herself very slow yet. As she gulped down the wrangler took both tools out of her and laid them on he floor. He pressed the button on his remote, slapped her ass and ordered: “You will lick it clean, veeleven. Enjoy your meal completely.” He pressed the button another time and left the room.
He came back with a bottle of water, a short dildo gag with harness and a cane.
V11 was slowly licking the bowl. The wrangler gave the bottle to D7 with the order to drink quickly, then he came back to V11. With a firm grip he rubbed her face through the bowl, took it away and readied the dildo gag. Experienced hands quickly sunk the dildo deep into V11s mouth and fixated the harness firmly. A last vigorous adjustment made V11 cough heavy, forcing snot out of her nose.
The sound of her difficult breathing was easily discernible as the wrangler picked up the cane and took her backside as target. He pressed the button again, and heralded:
“Veeleven, you were disobedient. You did not eat your chow as commanded. You did not follow a repeated command. You will be given 10 strokes with the cane, but you do not need to count, obviously. You will thank me when I remove that gag. I only want to hear an expression of your heartfelt gratitude. You had fun enough!”
He brought down the cane, and with the typical terrifying swishing it was slicing through the air. V11 tensed, and as the cane bit in her flesh she screamed rattling in her gag.
She inhaled much of the snot in her mouth and coughed heavy. The wrangler monitored her as she was breaking down visibly, letting her self hang. He waited until she came up again, and said:
“This won't work. You need to stand up and take your punishment. Dedication! Only 9 left, but I won't bend down to punish you. You need to stand up. Take your well deserved punishment like a good slave.
9 times the cane and you will loose the gag. Then 1 nasty surprise for a nasty slave, and you will get your anal beverage. I will help you, but I want you to stand up and bend forward. I want you to take that 9 strokes with dedication, veeleven. You will stand up and prove me that you are a good slave. And if you take the 9 like a good slave you will get a blanket tonight, and you will sleep on a mat.
You will take all 9 because you want to be that good slave. You don't want me to use that nipple clamps you hate, with the sharp teeth you fear. You don't want to sleep in that cage with the hard floor. You need your strength for tomorrow, tomorrow you want to show what a good slave you are. You don't want tomorrow to be like today. Now, stand up and take your 9. Dedication, veeleven!”
He unchained her hands completely, and she instantly began shaking and massaging her arms.
He just watched for some time, and she unwound a little, her breath still strenuous but less panicked. He caressed her arms softly and guided them to the vertical bars.
“And now stand up!” he ordered, and with wobbly legs V11 stood up with her legs apart and much help of the wrangler. He locked a wrist to each bar and said:
“You are lucky, you have a friend, veeleven. D7 finished her bottle of water. And D7 was not a nasty slave, so she will get another bottle of water. As you will get your water when you got your 9. I will fetch D7 her water, because I do good for good slaves. And that means that even you, the nasty slave, will benefit from the good slave. You will get a little break. Do you want a break now, and the 9 afterwards, or, what I recommend, the half now and the other half after a short break. Seems like another round of what do you like more. So, veeleven, I prefer half and half, do you agree?”
V11 nodded quickly, she obviously wanted to do whatever the wrangler preferred.
“Very good, veeleven. Dedication!”
He gave her 4 strokes in a slow, rhythmic sequence, giving her time to feel the sting and burn extensively, as she performed a gag-screaming dance from foot to foot.
“There is only a little problem, veeleven. I cannot give you four and a half. And you need your 10, so let's round it up!”
He executed the for now last one and enjoyed her reaction, then he left.
V11 was sobbing, and tried to wiggle her butt out of the pain.
The wrangler returned with another bottle of water he handed D7.
Returning to V11 he began to massage her butt and her legs.
“Ah, veeleven, it could have been so easy. Respect your guest, eat up your chow, take your punishment like a penitent slave. You can still prove you are a good slave. Show me how dedicated you are!”
He carried out 4 more strokes, and stopped. V11 nearly choked from her heavy panting with the gag deep down her throat.
“And there comes the other half rounded up” he let the cane swish through the air, making her twitch out of anticipation” - Of course not. I am a nice guy, and I will not give you more than you deserve, veeleven. You see, I can make fun of you, too. Think of what you are feeling now when you make fun of someone the next time. Remember everything you feel at this moment. And maybe you will be a better slave next time. And you are a polite slave, so don't forget what you should do now!”, he removed the harness, and the dildo was coughed instantly out of her throat, snot drawing strings down to the floor.
V11 coughed up more slime, and between her deep breaths she croaked:
“Thank you master for punishing me. Thank you for making me a better slave!”
“You are welcome, veeleven.” He wrapped some of the snot strings around the dildogag, and fetched some foam bubbling out of V11 mouth.
He carefully carried the snot covered gag to D7.
“Hope you quenched your thirst, open up!”, he ordered. D7 recoiled, but obeyed. The wrangler gagged her, but didn't pull the strings as tight, there was much more dildo visible than in V11s mouth.
“Everything alright?” he asked. D7 looked stunned.
“Something unusual?” - D7 shook her head irritated.
“Very good.” he observed her for a short time, then he returned to V11.
“So, veeleven. Let's take care of your hydration!”
He lowered the horizontal bar, pushed her a little bit back until he could get it again at the height of her hips. He bowed her over the bar and retied her wrists, but she was not bent as hard as her first time.
Then he readied the enema bag.
“Time for your nasty surprise. It is nasty, but you get a decision. I will give you the opportunity to orgasm, veeleven. Yes, an orgasm for a nasty slave.
But I cannot gift you an orgasm, veeleven. You have been a bad slave, and bad slaves normally don't get orgasms at all.
So, there is this unfinished bottle of chili sauce.” V11 was groaning loudly. The wrangler gave her a playful slap on the butt. “And we don't want to waste good chili sauce, veeleven.”
He put another glove over his hand and let it snap audibly. Picking up the dildostick he poured sauce on it and spread it with his gloved hand.
He used two gloved and sauced fingers to probe her asshole thoroughly, and as V11 began to pant and groan he stuck the dildo deep in her. He only assfucked her 3 times, complete in, complete out, until he fetched the pump up buttplug. He sealed her ass and pumped up the plug, but only a little bit. He took more sauce on the glove and began massaging her nipples, while V11 tried to shake her breasts out of his grip. He had fun with the little game, in the end he got what he wanted, and she shook her breasts heavily only to get some air breathing over her nipples.
“So... I thought I might offer to masturbate you with this glove full of hot sauce. But it seems you are already sweating it out, veeleven. Let me offer you something different.
You will get masturbated. And I will masturbate you now without any sauce for your pussy until you come. I will smear the rest of the sauce on your pussy after you had the orgasm you crave for.
You could alleviate the burning with some good vibes from your pussy, veeleven. But you will wear nipple clamps. Maybe you will enjoy them, they are so cold, that metal clamps. Not the evil you fear, the normal clamps you just don't like. They are cool – and you get your chance to come.
Or I will soak your pussy in hot sauce, spare you the clamps and give you your beverage. You are allowed a decision, veeleven. D7 is currently sucking on the dick you had in your mouth, enjoying all your snot and slime. She sits there and observes you. Do you want to show her that you still think with your randy pussy? Do you want to be clamped only for the chance to come? You may speak up once again, veeleven, are you a randy slut that thinks with her pussy, a randy slut that wants to be clamped?”
V11 was gasping, and after some time passed, seconds before the situation could become awkward she suddenly yelled:
“I am a randy slut that thinks with her pussy. Please clamp my nipples, master. Please, master, let this horny randy slut come!”
The wrangler grabbed one still dangling tit.He let one clamp after the other bite in her nipples. Small weights were beginning to swing as he put on a further pair of gloves and began masturbating V11.
The wrangler rubbed with one hand, and penetrated with the other. It took several minutes, and V11 was bathed in sweat when she was finally sounding loudly, roaring her lust into the room. She was thrashing forward and backward and her tits were flailing with her movement. The weights jiggled, and with a scream she had a thunderous orgasm, squirted a small puddle onto the floor and pressed the pumped up plug out of her ass.
She screamed: “Thank you master for letting me come. Thank you for letting this stupid, clumsy, nasty slave come. I am a randy, nasty slut that thinks only with her pussy, and I thank my master for letting me come!”
“Very good, veeleven. Enjoy it.”
The wrangler waited until V11 stopped shaking, then he removed the clamps.
“Just some sauce left, and your beverage. Let's get done with it, veeleven.... oh, seems like your butt lost his plug. Naughty butt. We need to teach him a lesson, veeleven.
Let's see how much sauce we have left for you.”
He poured the remains in her crack while stuffing two fingers of his other hand in her pussy. The sauce was running down, he stopped it with his palm. He dropped the bottle carefully – as his hand was free he greased the sauce up her crack and stuck two fingers in her asshole. His other hand began masturbating again, and the sauce was mixing in with her pussy juice.
V11 began moaning again, still panting from her orgasm. Then her moans low-pitched, and she jerked more and more intense. With a slobbery sound the wrangler was pulling out his fingers, V11 continued her 'backside in fire' dance.
The plug was deflated, then pushed back in her ass, and the wrangler was monitoring her while pumping it up until he was sure she also had some discomfort from it's size, not only from the sauce.
He opened the valve, the new bag of water was flowing into V11 – only seconds later V11 began to cramp, wiggle and groaning more and more heavy in pain. A deep howl vibrated through V11, a sound that resembled a plaintive cow more than a human. V11 was abruptly heavily pulling on her bindings, and screeched: “.. Stop it .. “, scream, “ Stop, master, please please please make it stop. Can't take it – too much.” The wrangler quickly pressed a button on his remote, and D7s lenses became black, the room was filled with the soundscape of an approaching thunderstorm. Between the noise of heavy raindrops the wrangler shouted:
“What's wrong, veeleven?”
“Too much, master” she panted hoarse, “pleeeease, to much, it burns. My ass – fire – like hell. Please make it stop! I'll do anything – please stop it”
He quickly moved his still gloved, sauced hands to her pussy and began masturbating her.
“You can withstand it, veeleven.” he shouted. “You are strong and dedicated. And I will help you, you feel it. It will go away, and you will learn so much from it. You will improve, veeleven.
You will take it, veeleven, stay strong. You are a slave that had to be punished, and now you are punished. Just take it a last time, veeleven. Think about all your misconducts and you will see that you deserved your burning ass. You are a good slave, veeleven, because you can take your punishments. You are dedicated, veeleven. You will prove your dedication, veeleven. This will be over soon, keep that feelings, that burn in your mind. Store it, and use it to improve. Dedication, veeleven!”
V11s body was covered with visible sweat, phlegm was flowing from her nose and mouth down to the ground. She was still panting heavy and quivered. She hang exhausted over the bar, calming down slowly. The wrangler had her under control again and nodded to the camera, the upcoming thunderstorm softened - and passed away. The sound of rain falling on the ground lingered.
The wrangler took away his hands – and used his remote to un-black D7.
Miss Vernor cleared her throat, the judge eyed her up.
He and Mr. Braclav both fidgeted in their chairs, and the whole atmosphere for all 4 was a little steamy.
Miss Vernor explained: “V11 is now getting her enema, afterwards both slaves get a mat and a blanket for sleep. We usually don't tie down sleeping slaves, but V11 was not allowed to masturbate, so she had her hands connected to her collar. We placed the slaves close enough to talk, but not close enough to touch. They had the whole evening and night undisturbed to bring their relationship on a new level. We try to evolve a companionship between volunteers and slaves . D7 can now console V11 with words, so she invests something in the relationship. The next time D7 is punished we will send in V11 to console her, but she will be able to touch her. Most slaves, and D7 is no exception, react extremely well to a skilled intimate licking to bolster them up. The slave yields more than it invested, and that incurs a dept – a dept the slave will try to pay back. And we get reliable data from an unreliable source.
Mr. Macrae feared V11 could let something slip that might envenom the befriending of D7, maybe even destroying her trust to anybody, rendering her completely useless. So he used our emergency shut out program.”
“So your volunteers pretend to be slaves to befriend other slaves and extract information? A pretty elaborate scheme.” Mr. Braclav noted,
and got corrected by the judge:
“There is no pretending. The volunteers are no longer volunteers. They ARE slaves. Like the other slave in the cell, there is no difference, apart from that you can use ASSTR-bound slaves for testing purposes as you could use volunteers – actually they are under compulsion to participate in testings, as it is the defining point of the ASSTR-act.
And I congratulate your lawyer, Miss Vernor.
To make it simple, you are telling us that you are inviting some of your friends, who volunteer to taste some animal feed you stirred together in your kitchen slash laboratory. You only use what you can find in any supermarket around, and together you are just working on the taste of some of your recipes. When you have done your tinkering your friends strip down and play livestock, and act more than livestock than actual livestock. And then they sample your feed again. And when you are all convinced that it tastes as you want it to taste: You feed it your livestock.
You could compare it to a restaurant that extensively tests his dining options. A really gruesome restaurant, to be precise... and as far as I know a restaurant is not supervised by the FDA.
You will still need to comply to some stipulations, but I am sure you can bring in any necessary document that proves that you do that. Clever move!”
Miss Vernor and her lawyer nodded smiling.
The judge got an ashtray out of a drawer and placing it on his desk he made an inviting gesture to the participants. Mr. Braclav lit a cigarette, the judge helped himself to an expensive looking cigar. He throw an asking gaze at Miss Vernor, who stated flushing:
“Gave it up several years ago. Could no longer stand the taste.”
The judge chuckled and blew at the glow while reclining in his chair:
“I tasted my first cigar when I was 25. My family had a slavegirl who pilfered cigarettes, we had always some for guests in a casket. She loved to smoke before she was enslaved and she could not withstand the allure. I caught her red handed in a shady corner of our home. She was so terrified she nearly swallowed the cigarette. I gave her a choice to be punished by me. And she instantly begged me to punish her, and to not tell her lady anything. I took her cigarette, hurried her to strip and bend over. I held it, still glowing, on her butt. I promised her I would not inform anyone if she took her punishment without fidgeting too much or alerting someone with screams.
I blew it until it was burnt down to the filter, and she sported a nice burned dash on her butt.
I assured her that I would add one more every time I catch her again.
I borrowed her for some weeks – and took her to my study home.
Out of the idea of 'helping' her with her smoking issues I tried my first cigar - I nearly coughed my lungs out – but I liked using her as an ashtray.
I never used her sexually, even if she expected it, sometimes even craved it.
She was ashtray and maid.
I never found her smoking again, think she could also no longer stand the taste.
Maybe this is the only secret the old lady never discovered.
And I still like to smoke a cigar when I have that feeling – like today.”
Mr. Braclav asked: “Did no one inquire where that burned scar did come from?”,
the judge chuckled again: “I just said: She is clumsy – did suffice.
Maybe you should ask Miss Vernor how she quit smoking, you are trying for years now.”
Mr. Braclav nodded: “May be a good idea.”
“But, I digress. Mr.Braclav, you still have questions.”
“Yes, your honor.” , Mr Braclav shook his head and returned his attention to Miss Vernor and her lawyer, “That is a really hard punishment for someone who volunteers. How did you convince a volunteer to get fingered by that sleazy, thick … Fred?”
“We did not ask her. Mr. Macrae found it was a good idea, and as V11 is a slave, there was no need to ask anybody else.”
“You have that .. man ..available. A remarkable employee.”
“We own him.”, Miss Vernor corrected, earning her surprised gazes from both men. “He did things he better should have done only to slaves. And that brought him three lifetimes in a collar. He was a bargain buy. We fed him up to his actual size, and we use some make up and scents to customize his appearance, but he has a skin deep disposition to his overall nastiness.”
“So you did not order your wrangler to use that chili-sauce, too?”
Miss Vernor answered: “No, Mr. Macrae is pretty creative. According to V11 the chili sauce was, especially in combination with the water, extremely intense. We had an interview the next morning and she insisted to never be wrangled by Mr. Macrae again.”
“And what was your reaction?”
“I gave him a raise.”
The whole room burst into laugh.