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“Up... up!”
The slim thong of leather in Zelda’s hand flailed across Maria’s flank. It woke the girl from a fretful sleep and a shriek of pain rang through the cell. That shriek penetrated to Heidi, in the neighbouring cell, jerking her up into the stark horror of a new day. So it was not a nightmare after all...
There was the agony of the weals, now even greater, it seemed. Still throbbing and burning incessantly. Unbelievable! Unbelievable! Oh... oh... oh... if only it had been a nightmare! If only one had been waking up to the cosy, complacent comfort of one’s former life. That was one’s real life. Not this. Not this! Not this barbaric horror of an existence!
Maria knelt up on the rough wood bed, shuddering.
Gasping...
Young breasts heaving...
Dark brown eyes wide and wild with terror...
“Every time I come into this cell, you will kneel as you are kneeling now,” said Zelda. “At once... do you understand?”
Maria cringed. Her mouth opened and shut, but no coherent sound came. Then the leather thong flailed again across her flank and she twisted sideways, shrieking with the unexpected - unusual – pain.
“Answer, girl!” bellowed Zelda.
“Yes...aaaghhh... yes...yes... ” choked Maria, scrabbling on the timbers. She was shaking like a jelly. The pain of that thong, on top of the pain she was already enduring, was beyond all bearing. She knew she would do anything... anything... to avoid it.
“Understand me good, girl,” rasped Zelda, “you’re going to learn to obey me to the most infinite degree. Utterly. Instantly. As yet, you have no conception of what that means. But you’ll learn. Yes... you’ll certainly learn! Kneel up... kneel up! Hands on top of your head. Quick about it... quick!”
The thong swung menacingly...
Quaking and cringing, Maria knelt erect and placed her hands on her head. Her features were dissolving in a blubber of tears. She continued to shake and shudder uncontrollably... as Zelda looked at her quite dispassionately. This one, she was thinking, will not be too difficult to tame. One could almost always tell, right at the outset.
“You will stay where you are, precisely where you are,” said Zelda. Again the thong swung with menace, making Maria flinch. “Until I return. Otherwise, you’ll feel this!”
Maria knelt, her kneecaps feeling the roughness of the planking and her whole being feeling the unfamiliarity of her indecent nakedness. She went on trembling with terror, not believing, still, all that was happening to her.
The two stripes from the thong blazed fiercely. New torment. Yet the old torment of the weals raised the previous evening still seemed even worse.
Maria sobbed and sobbed hopelessly, wishing to fling herself down... or run and run into some kind of oblivion... yet not daring to attempt to do so.
What that hard-faced woman had said, filled her with the utmost dread. With the sixth sense of an a****l, she sensed that that woman meant it. And Maria felt she could not stand any more torment. No... no more... oh... no more!
Zelda, black leathered, dominating, swung briskly into Heidi’s cell. She saw that the girl was already awake, cringing back, yet eyeing her with a kind of defiance.
“Keep away... keep away... ” croaked Heidi hoarsely, “if you so much as lay a finger on me... I... I’ll...I’ll...”
Zelda smiled a thin smile. She liked the girl’s courage. “You’ll what, my little one?” she asked.
Heidi’s soft lips quivered, her features twitched. One could see her summoning her courage.
“M-My... father...the g-government... authorities...ooohh... I’ll see to it you get life for this...”
Zelda’s head went back. She laughed uproariously.
“You haven’t learnt much yet, have you?” she said. “After all that Madame told you yesterday. Obviously you still don’t believe what we say...”
“No... NO... OOO...I DON’T...I DON’T... you’re all c-crazy kinks... and I hate you... I hate you... I hate you...”
Heidi slumped down on her rough plank bed, shoulders heaving, sobbing her heart out.
Zelda surveyed her almost casually. She was very used to such a situation. It was only a question of how one handled it. There were various ways... and the result was always the same in the end. Merely a question of getting that little bit of extra enjoyment out of it.
“Heidi,” said Zelda softly but firmly, “last evening, you received thirty strokes of the cane. Would you like to receive the same number this morning?”
The reclining girl seemed to shrivel, jack-knifing back against the wall.
“Oh no... you couldn’t... you wouldn’t... ooohh... don’t t-touch me...don’t oh... don’t... no... no... no... ” she whimpered pathetically.
Zelda lashed her thong against Heidi’s up-curving flank, the tip of it biting into the girl’s agonisingly tender buttocks. An awful shriek... and Heidi threshed frenziedly... this way... that way. For an instant, her bottom was full presented and the thong fell again. A louder more awful shriek... more frenzied threshing. The thong fell across the fronts of Heidi’s thighs. Over she went again... gasping and howling. Twice more, in quick succession the thong fell across the madly writhing buttocks.
In the adjoining cell, Maria tried to block her ears against the terrifying sounds of her sister’s sufferings. She was trembling uncontrollably, almost panic-stricken with a dread the like of which she had not remotely known before.
“Do you want any more?”
“No... no...NO...OOO!” came Heidi’s shrieking answer.
“No... Miss!”
Zzwwee... crack!
The thong again... across thigh and flank.
“Yyyaaaiiiiieeeeee...NO... NO... MISS...”
“Then listen to me, my girl. First, I advise you to watch your tongue. Just one more insulting word from you, and I’ll gag you for twenty-four hours. And it won’t be a pleasant gag, I assure you... ”
“Mmmmff... ugh... mmmfff... uuuggghhhugh... ”
“Secondly, when I ask you a question, you answer it. Thirdly, you will always address me as ‘Miss’. Understood?”
“Mmmfff... u-ugggghhhhhhh....”
Zzwwweee...crack!
“Answer, girl... or I’ll thrash the living daylights out of you!”
“Yaaaaghhhhhh...aaaaaggghhhhhhhh....”
Maria was nearly wetting herself with terror. Why did not Heidi answer? Why did she seem to invite extra torment?
“Answer!”
“Y-er... esss... yes... Miss... I... aaaggh...I... I under...s-stand... ”
“Good... for your own sake, I sincerely hope you do. Now, I will repeat my original question. Would you like to get another thirty strokes of the cane across your backside?”
A horrifying sucking-in of breath from Heidi... and Maria felt her own nates contract at the thought of just one more stroke. Oooh... I will obey... I must obey... she told herself... I can’t stand any more.
When Heidi’s answer came, it was a low hoarse whisper.
“N-No... oh God... no... M-Miss...oh God...oh God... it w-would kill me... ”
There came a short, harsh laugh from Zelda. “Oh no, Heidi,” she said, “It wouldn’t kill you. Not by a long chalk. Though, admittedly, about half way through you might think you’d like to die... ”
The words came against a background of the young blonde’s heaving-gasping sobs of pain and terror.
„... so I strongly advise you to obey all orders you are given. Without hesitation. And to the letter. Am I making myself clear?”
Zelda had siezed Heidi by her long hair, forcing back her head. Hawk-like, vicious, she gazed into the blue eyes which bulged with horror and were shimmering with tears.
Heidi’s reply was so low and choked that only by being so close did Zelda hear it.
“Yer... esss...M-M-Miss... ssss....”
“Good...good... ” It was almost a sigh from Zelda. “The sooner you and I get to understand each other, the better, I think. The first thing to understand, my girl, is that I do not threaten idly. So, if, during the next hour or two, I think you merit that caning, you’ll get it. I shall, of course, make some allowance for your inexperience. But not much. Oh no... not much, you arrogant little bitch!”
Heidi tried to recoil from both the venom of Zelda’s words and expression, but the grip on her hair prevented her. At that moment, Melissa came strolling into the cell, wearing a short-length, tight-fitting dress of red leather which was slit to the top of one thigh. Her high-heeled, calf-length boots matched her dress... which was a colourful contrast to Zelda’s more customary outfit of black leather.
“Heidi playing up?” she cooed, flexing the slim, plaited riding switch she carried. That was also of red leather.
“Just a little, Ma’am,” answered Zelda, releasing the girl’s hair as she turned.
Melissa surveyed the cringing, trembling figure, noting the fresh weals raised by the thong. “I expected as much,” she said.
“No problem,” smiled Zelda.
“Oh no... none... ” smiled Melissa in return.
“On your knees... hands on top of your head,” ordered Zelda. Heidi forced herself into the posture. Her reluctance to do so was evident, but so was the dread that forced her to obey. “That is the posture that you will always adopt whenever I, or your Mistress... or anyone else for that matter... come into your cell.” She turned to Melissa. “Have you any instructions, Ma’am?”
“Some obedience training, I think,” said Melissa. “Simple orders...simple postures to begin with. I’ve brought Hans and Cassim down with me. They might be useful.” She saw the look of dread in Heidi’s eyes intensify... and well understood the reason.
“I’ll bring them into the Training Room,” said Zelda. Already she was unlocking the iron collar about Heidi’s slim neck. The chain and ring fell with a loud clanging sound to the planking. “Off there,” came the order.
Still trembling, still sobbing, Heidi got weakly off the planks, her legs seemed rubbery and she staggered. Also, she gasped and winced for, of course, any movement intensified the constant stabbing-burning pain of her multiple weals.
Zelda was striding from the cell. “Follow on,” said Melissa almost sweetly. The naked girl moved to obey, half blinded by tears. “No... no . .” came Melissa’s voice, “you will go on your hands and knees, my slave. That seems more fitting for one of your status. Indeed, this morning, you will go everywhere on your hands and knees, unless I give a direct order to the contrary.”
Again the smile was sweet... and Heidi looked at her with disbelieving horror. Could this woman really mean her to do such a degrading thing, the blue eyes seemed to be asking? Then Heidi saw the switch flexing easily in Melissa’s white fingers and recalled what Zelda had said about obeying. With a deep groan, she got down on all fours and began to crawl to the cell door.
Behind her, Melissa surveyed the young, rounded bottom as it rolled gently from side to side. The criss-crossing weals varied from deep red to purple... to almost black, edged with yellow. She knew just how very painful Heidi would be finding them, especially in view of her lack of experience. At the same time, she was sure that Heidi’s bottom would feel even more painful before the morning was out.
That’s what training was all about.
That’s how, in the end, one obtained absolute obedience and complete submission.

Pain... pain... and yet more pain... was the essence of it all!
Waiting in the Training Room, standing against one wall, arms folded, Hans and Cassim looked formidable. As they were intended to. Each near-nude body shone with a faint sheen of oil; muscles rippled like those of a weight-lifter; each thin leather pouch, the one white, the other black, bulged large and aggressively.
But Maria and Heidi, both having crawled in, did not see them until they were ordered to stand erect. The elder sister’s gasp of shocked horror was the louder of the two, Melissa noted, as she seated herself on the edge of one of the two wooden benches and crossed long, shapely limbs. She nodded to her assistant who had now discarded her leather thong and equipped herself with a long but slim rod of smooth, ivory-hard-and-white-whalebone.
“Your hands should be on top of your head,” barked Zelda.
The hands of both girls went up. So did the uplift of their young, lust and rounded breasts. Each was hideously conscious of the male eyes upon them. Each had an almost overwhelming desire to cover herself, even in some minimal way. Yet, of course, dare not. Side by side, they stood trembling, lips quivering, cheeks tear-stained, on an area of smooth planks about twenty metres square.
“I am going to give you some simple orders,” went on Zelda. “If you obey them quickly enough, and satisfactorily enough, all well and good. If you do not, you’ll feel this... ”
Both girls flinched back and gasped as Zelda slashed the white rod through the air. It whistled shrilly, arcing flexibly, and then continued to quiver up and down in Zelda’s hand.
“It hurts,” she added a little unnecessarily.
Two loud, deep-throated sobs came from Maria, who swayed on her feet.
“Have these two been injected this morning?” came Melissa’s sharp query.
“Er... no, Ma’am, I’m afraid I overlooked it,” replied Zelda, sounding a shade crestfallen.
Melissa, however, did not take her assistant to task at that moment. She simply signed to Hans and Cassim to inject the necessary endurance-increasing d**gs. Instinct made both girls attempt to avoid them... but they had no chance. Each soft young arm was siezed, each needle was plunged in.
“Now, I think,” said Melissa, a shade mockingly, “the session will last longer than it might have done!”
All too true. For, without these d**gs to increase stamina and sustain them, they would have quickly fainted or been reduced to nervous wrecks. It was generally reckoned that the d**gs increased a girl’s powers of endurance some four or five times beyond the normal. An increase not exactly to be welcomed!
Zelda, a shade annoyed at her forgetfulness, faced her victims again. The rod swished menacingly once more.
“Raise your hands above your head,” she ordered. “High and straight. And stand legs astride.”
The girls carried out the order, a little slowly and reluctantly.
“Hands back on head!” snapped Zelda. “I want it done quicker and smarter than that. Go!”
This time the hands shot up and the thighs sprang apart. Breasts jiggled; soft flesh of limbs quivered. Zelda kept them there for about half a minute and one could almost feel the tension mounting in the two. It was, of course, bad enough to have to do it... but before two brute males... oh dear God... the horror of it!
“Now bend over and touch the floor,” came Zelda’s next order. “Not just with your fingertips. You will place your palms flat.”
Though there would be extra effort required, Zelda reckoned two such supple bodies were capable of it.
“Oww... ahhh... oowww... owwww...”
“Ooooww... ouffff... ouffffff....”
The gasps were loud as the pain of the weals intensified again with the tautening of buttock-flesh.
Zelda strolled round behind the bending pair. Heidi, it seemed, was less supple than her elder sister. She could only get her fingers to the floor, not her palms. Zelda moved near her and swished the rod. “Palms flat,” she rapped out.
A sobbing groan escaped Heidi as she forced her hands down.
“Keep those legs straight!”
The rod tapped the back of Heidi’s legs. She flinched, gasped again...and the legs straightened.
Again, Zelda kept them bending over for about half a minute before giving the order to stand erect.
More wincing gasps... more groans... more tears of pain, shame and chagrin.
“Quite simple orders,” intoned Zelda, making the rod quiver up and down by flicking her wrist slightly. “But we have to begin that way. Step by step. If today I gave you the orders I shall be giving you in a few days-time, I do not think you would be capable of obeying them. It’s all a matter of gaining control of your will... and some other girlish emotions you possess. That takes a little time, I realise. Now... turn around and face the other way.”
Heidi and Maria turned.
“Raise your arms again... ”
Up they went, soft and white.
“Legs astride... ”
Astride they went.
“Now... bend again, as before... ”
There was a hesitation from both girls. For both realised simultaneously that, by obeying the order, they would be displaying their most intimate girlish secrets blatantly to the two watching males against the far wall.
“P-Ple... ease...” came a whimper from Maria.
Instantly the rod whistled down and cut across her tenderised buttocks. With a piercing shriek, she staggered writhing forward, clasping at her twisting-turning bottom.
“I said, bend over, girl. Do it... or you’ll get another five!” rasped Zelda loudly.
By then, Heidi already had her palms on the floor... knowing that, by then, that she too would have felt that rod if they had not been in place.
Weeping now... and sobbing louder... Maria came back to her place... and bent over as she had been ordered.
“That’s better,” pronounced Zelda drily. “Just remember, you two, that obedience here is instant obedience!”
“Oohh... oohh... ohh... ” Maria was to be heard moaning softly, “oohh... it’s so awful... ”
On the far wall, Hans and Cassim looked upon the young charms so provocatively displayed to them. Though each appeared as impassive, as training and experience demanded, each felt the surge of lust within. For they were aware that, before long, these ripe young beauties were to be for their sport. The pronouncement from their Master had come as a surprise... an exceedingly pleasing one. In a way, it was difficult to understand. Why did he not first enjoy them himself? Ah well...with such men of power, one never really knew. Perhaps the fact that they could have virtually anything they wanted, whenever they wanted, made them a little strange. It was best and easiest to accept without question.
“Up...”
A half minute with hands still raised.
“Down... ”
“Ouff... ahhh...”
“Mmmfff... mmmfff... ”
The two sets of naked hindquarters curved deliciously again. Taut, round and provocative. The flesh twitching and quivering from time to time. Heidi with the larger mass of weals.
“Up... ”
Gasps, but sighs of relief, too.
“Turn and face me...”
The girls turned, the shame in their eyes now deeper... or so it might be imagined.
“There was some slowness on obeying my original order,” said Zelda. “And I know why it was. Modesty forbade, eh? It was not a ladylike thing to have to do, was it? Well, you can forget all those finer feelings from now on. You are slaves... and you will display whatever wares you possess as and when ordered. For those wares do not truly belong to you any more. They belong to your Master and your Mistress. Think of Julia, the girl you saw last night. There was no false modesty about her, was there? She was obviously pleased and honoured to be able to display herself to her Master... and others. And to be fucked upon her Master’s orders. For she was being of service. Of use. That is a great honour for a slave. For some, even to be recognised by their Master or Mistress is an honour. You may not understand these things fully at the moment. But one day you will. I tell them to you for your own good.”
That neither Maria nor Heidi could comprehend such unbelievable statements was evident from the incredulous look on their features. Then, suddenly, Heidi seemed to summon up her strength again. She became agitated, her features partially convulsed. Maybe it was something
to do with the injection she had received.
“Why... oh... why... in God’s name... are you d-doing this... these... aw-awful... thing... to... us? she croaked hoarsely but loudly. “Ooohh... why... why... we... we’re... o-only... young g-girls...”
Melissa’s eyes flashed red and, naturally, she took over from Zelda.
“Why?” she demanded. “You dare to ask me why, you little bitch?”
For a moment, Heidi quailed. Then, courageously, she came back.
“Yes... yes... why... why?” she almost shrieked. “We’re two innocent girls... what harm have we done anyone... what harm... ”
“Innocent?” Melissa’s voice was as sharp as a whiplash.
“Yes... yes...”
“What about conspiracy to murder? Don’t you consider that a crime, then?”
It was as if a knife had been plunged into Heidi’s belly. Her jaw dropped; she became weak as a jelly.
“W-What... do you m-mean?”
„With your sister here, you conspired to murder your stepmother, Magda Baumann. You were found out. You might have been serving twenty or more years. As it is, your stepmother, most sensibly, sent you here.”
The look on the faces was quite incredible. Their secret had been discovered! So... so... that was it... oh dear God... how incredibly awful!
“So... don’t try and come the innocent with me, ever again,” said Melissa. “You’re both guilty as Hell and you both know it. You deserve all that you’re going to get...”
“No... ohhh... no...”
“T-Tell the police... we’ll stand trial...”
Melissa laughed. “Too late for that,” she said. “Your stepmother has decided and, believe me, I think she has decided rightly in your case. I feel no compunction about dealing with you as I think fit. Oh yes! You had no pity for your stepmother... and I have none for you!”
Both Heidi and Maria, aware of their own guilt, had no rational answer to this. What could they say, what could they do? Oh... oh... how cruel and bitter it was that they had been found out! Worst of all, now they knew who had sent them there, they knew also they could not expect any help whatsoever!
They were lost forever!
Melissa nodded to Zelda.
“Proceed,” she said.
“I am now going to teach you the posture you adopt whenever you come into the presence of your Master or Mistress,” said Zelda. “Again, it is not ladylike, nor is it meant to be. It is a sign of your submission. Of your slavery. On your hands and knees, both of you!”
Heidi and Maria went down quickly. It was as if they had been unnerved and weakened by Melissa’s revelations. No longer could they plead being innocent victims... now they had to be considered as potential murderesses! Morally, that cut the ground from under their feet. Practically, they could complain no longer.
“Noses to the floor... ”
“Mmmfff... mmmfff... ”
“Backsides up. Up, I said. Up... up!”
“Mmff... mmffff...”
“Higher than that! Up, I say... up... up!”
The two shapely posteriors were gradually raised higher and higher. Curving up and round...
“That’s better. Now... that’s your first posture before your Master or Mistress. And don’t you ever forget it!”
“Mmmmfff... mmmffff....”
“Uuugghhh... uuuggghhhhh....”
“Up... on your feet... up... up!”
Heidi was a little slow. The rod whistled... cracked and bit across her bottom.
“Aiiieeeee!”
“Hands on your head. Come along... come along. Now... running on the spot... begin!”
Both girls began to run, kicking up their legs, breasts and bottom-flesh bouncing wildly.
“Up... up... up... get those knees up... higher... higher... higher!”
The knees came higher, the flesh bounced and quivered more furiously.
“Up... up... faster... faster... ”
Zelda was like a drill-sergeant who would tolerate no delay.
Eyes wild, breath short and rasping, Maria and Heidi continued with the exercise, ever-conscious of the consuming gaze of Hans and Cassim upon them.
“Stop!”
The limbs stopped pounding. Mouths gaped, breasts heaved.
“On your knees... hands on your head.”
Heidi and Maria went down, almost thankfully it seemed. For they could rest.
“They’re beginning to learn, I think, Ma’am,” said Zelda to Melissa.
“Mmmm... just beginning. But they’ve got a long way to go yet.”
“Of course, Ma’am.”
“In fact, I think we’ll now make their orders a little less simple.”
Zelda nodded expectantly. “Whatever you say, Ma’am.”
„And I’ll take over.” Melissa stood up, tapping her switch against a red-booted calf.
“Very well, Ma’am.” Zelda respectfully withdrew. However, she was quite pleased with the beginning which had been made. Already Maria and Heidi were two very different people from those that had arrived the day before. Then they had cursed and fought, hurled insults and threatened. Spat even. Now they knelt naked and weal-striped. Obeying shaming and humiliating orders. In terror. In dread of what was to come. Yes... progress had definitely been made!
“Do you now accept you are my slaves?” demanded Melissa, standing limbs astride over the kneeling couple.
For a moment there was silence. Then came a whisper from Maria.
“Y-Yes...mmmfff... mmmfff... y-yes... sss”
“Yes Mistress!” barked Zelda.
“Y-Yer... ss... Mistress... ” croaked Maria, quaking in apprehension.
Melissa’s smiling gaze turned to Heidi. Though the girl’s features were twitching, there was still something of a look of defiance in her eyes.
With a sudden movement, Melissa lashed her switch clean across the centre of Heidi’s fulsome breasts...
A terrible shriek rent the cellar-room and Heidi, clamping both hands to her juddering orbs, fell twisting and threshing forward. The shrieks went on and on. No doubt of the intensity of the pain she was experiencing!
“When I ask a question, you answer me, slave,” yelled Melissa over the unremitting sounds.
Gradually the shrieks subsided to groaning-moans.
“Kneel up... come along... kneel up... or I’ll give you half a dozen across those lovely titties of yours!”
In the recesses of Heidi’s agonised mind was the warning from Zelda about threats not being ‘idle ones’. Oh God in Heaven, there seemed to be nothing these monsters would not do! No end to their cruelty! Somehow she must preserve herself. Somehow she must avoid more pain like that. Somehow she must force herself to submit and obey. The knowledge was like bitter gall in Heidi’s throat and her heart seemed to be bursting with hate.
Weeping, she struggled to her knees again and placed her hands on her blonde head. The twin globes of honey-coloured flesh carried a searing red weal, which leapt across the cleavage and only just missed both nipples.
“Answer,” said Melissa remorselessly.
Heidi’s throat worked. Her breasts were heaving even more now. She fought for breath and then answered.
“Y-Yes... ssss... yes... M-M-Mistress...” she managed to say.
Melissa nodded perfunctorily. “You seem slow to learn, Heidi,” she remarked. “That is an unfortunate failing, as you will discover if it persists.”
“Uuurrrrmmmfff... uuurrrmmmfff... ” sobbed the young blonde girl. The pain of that single weal over her tender breast-flesh was quite unbelievable.
“Now,” said Melissa, almost casually, “we will proceed with further disciplinary exercises. These will be more difficult but that does not mean you will not obey my orders, all the same. I think both of you are by now aware of the sort of penalties I impose for disobedience.”
Both girls quailed before her menacing gaze. Oh dear God... what was coming now?
“Hans... Cassim... forward please...”
The breath of both became faster and their eyes rounder with horror as the two husky young men stepped towards them.
“N-No... no...” gasped Maria involuntarily.
“Show them what you’ve got,” said Melissa with a sly smirk.
And happily each man removed his brief leather support. The two organs, long, thick and still flaccid - the one white, the other olive-coloured - hung down. With a cry, Maria buried her face in her hands and, for her pains, received a vicious cut from the switch across the top of her thighs.
“Hands on your head!” bellowed Melissa as Maria threshed at her feet... and look at what you’ve got to service!”
Heidi’s blue eyes were bulging from her head in horror and revulsion and she seemed to have lost control of her mouth. Right before, quite naked, stood the Syrian, Cassim, a faint smile etching his thick lips.
“No... no!” she began to gasp uncontrollably, “No... oooh... no... ooo... ohh...no...”
Meanwhile, Maria had still not got to her knees again... and so received a second cut, this time across her curvaceous bottom.
The pain of that was sufficient to make Maria... somehow... force herself back to her knees.
“No... oooo... NO... OOOOO!” she was screaming, “NO... OO... MORE!”
“There’ll be plenty more, if you don’t do as you’re told,” warned Zelda from the sidelines.
“Look at that big prick,” yelled Melissa, gripping Maria by her dark hair. “Look at it! That’s what you’re going to service!” She forced Maria’s face nearer... to within a few inches... and the girl began to struggle frantically, clasping at Melissa’s wrist in an effort to break the grip on her hair.
“NO... NO... OOO...NO... OOOOOOOO!” she was shrieking frantically.
“Kiss it!” insisted Melissa. “Kiss it!” She forced Maria’s mouth within an inch of the solid, dangling organ. Hans, hands on hips, looked down with contented expectation.
“NOOOOO...OOOOHH... GOD...NO... OOOO!”
The pleading cries were heart-breaking as well as ear-splitting.
“Kiss it!”
“NOOO... OOOHH... NO... OOO...I CAN’T... I CAN’T!”
“Very well, Maria,” said Melissa, beginning to haul the girl across the room towards one of the rough wooden benches, “you can’t say you weren’t warned. And, now you’ve asked for it, you’re going to get it... we’ll see if my switch will make you change your mind!”
“NOOO...NO...OOOOOO...NO...OOOOOO... ” came the awful shrieks as, struggling wildly, Maria approached nearer and nearer the bench.

Even with Zelda’s assistance, such were Maria’s frenzied struggles, it took several minutes to get her tied down securely to the bench with a rough timber thrust under her flanks, raising up her hindquarters in the same fashion as had been done the previous evening.
“This is where you learn obedience,” said Melissa.
Realising her utter helplessness, and what was about to happen, Maria began to shriek hysterically for mercy. Melissa, however, ignored her and returned to the still kneeling Heidi.
“If you do not wish to join your sister,” she said, “you will kiss Cassim’s prick... and go on kissing it while I thrash her.”
Heidi shuddered convulsively, eyes dilating. She looked this way and that, as if in search of some means of escape. But the utter hopelessness of her situation swept down upon her, crushing her spirit. And all hope. If she did not do this dreadful thing demanded of her... if she did not obey this obscene and monstrous order... she would suffer hideous agonies!
As poor Maria was about to do.
With nostrils flaring, with mouth twisting in revulsion, Heidi pressed her girlishly pink lips to the olive-skinned firmness of Cassim’s dangling length.
Melissa looked down with grim satisfaction. Oh how powerful was the dread of pain!
“Lick it as well, my pretty,” she said, “and when it’s nice and big, suck it!”
Then Melissa strode back to where Maria’s bottom thrust up helpless and inviting.
“Now, my girl, you’re really going to feel it!” she yelled as the plaited switch swung up.
As it came down with the full force of Melissa’s right arm, to bite into already agonisedly tender flesh, an almost maniacal scream of torment echoed round the cellar-room.
It was but the first of many...