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Francine was embarrassing Tali in the Rockville Courthouse cafeteria. “C'mon,everyone talks about trying to help rehabilitate criminals, but who reallyis hands on? Natalia here is remarkable!” Tali smiled, and shook herhead. “I hired an extremely competent chauffer, that's all. And Fentonis good company as well, he's not really like other disadvantaged types—he'steaching himself Greek, for God's sake.” Francine laughed. “You'rea saint!” Francine turned to Ken Buxbaum, who was her obsession of themonth. Ken smiled. “I've heard about this, Tali…Tom Beck toldme that you've taken in Maryland's most obnoxious car thief…a chauffer?Does Fenton “Hot” Weir even have a license?”

Tali turned crimson. Ken had asked Tali out a number of times, though shewas careful to keep this from Francine. But this isn't jealousy, it's bitchiness,she thought. “I mean, really Tali. Housing a middle aged black ex-convictpseudo intellectual…” “And Fenton's half-Jewish, Bux” kiddedStan. Buxbaum winced mumbling, “We chosen people should be so proud.” “It'sa great thing, Ken.” Francine insisted. “Tali lets Fenton liverent free in her basement…and gives him about twenty-five a year todrive her, though its funny, I've never seen him drive you in.”

Tali thought about Fenton…drive her, indeed! She was lucky when shegot to drive herself in. Fenton often took the car to spend the day with oneof his sluts, or at the Library of Congress, or Champion Billiards with hisloser friends. He'd caned her hard when she'd complained. Tali was relegatedto taking cabs at work, but then Fenton felt that now that they were secretlyengaged, he should manage the funds, and he kept Tali on a strict allowance,as he was saving to take Stacy to the Virgin Islands. Tali was on the bus thesedays, and today, while everyone else was eating cafeteria food, this $150,000a year prosecutor was having a peanut butter sandwich out of a brown bag.

The other night, when Fenton had forced Tali to suck off drunks at the TrailwaysStation as a humility lesson, he'd said. “You are so attached to thatmoney and prestige, that's why I was reluctantly forced to have you sign overthe accounts. Now there's no more Saks Fifth Avenue, Neiman Marcus…Filene'sis good for you. Tali had been kneeling, naked except for pasties and tornpink stockings in an abandoned janitor's closet, cum running down her face,while the next drunk was coming up with his quarter. (Fenton said they shouldcharge something.) “But it's not fair…” Tali said. “I'veworked hard for all I have, Fenton, and now you make me live on thirty-fivedollars a week.” Fenton shook his head.

“It's all yours if you want it back, dear…” Fenton smiled. “AsRhett Butler said, ‘There are other bedrooms, my dear.' Do you want meto move out tonight?” Tali had panicked…her whole world was sonice and simple now…and so exciting. “No, Master, I'm sorry Italked back.” Tali had stared at Fenton with pleading eyes. “Verywell, then,” Fenton responded. “Your allowance is now twenty-fivedollars a week. Why don't you suck Josh now, honey?” There went her tennisblouse. She couldn't save for it now. Tali bit her tongue, and took the nextwelfare recipients penis in her mouth…Remembering it now at the tablewith her friends, though, Tali was wet…what a man Fenton is.

Stan Jessup, who prosecuted bank fraud asked, “Isn't Fenton Weir theguy in the Enquirer story who Congresswoman Smythe caught stealing her Beemer?They were engaged for a year, until Fenton was caught looting a Mitsubishidealership. Smythe got him a suspended sentence, but they split up.” Buxbaumdropped his milk carton. “How is she still elected?” Stan laughed. “LikeBarney Frank, Smythe has a very loyal constituency. After it was over, sheran for Senate and won.”

“Hey” Francine quipped, “She should marry Charles Manson-they'dmake her governor!” “This isn't romantic, is it, Tali?” Stanasked jokingly. “Fenton's a nice guy, and a gourmet cook, Stan, but haveyou seen him? He wears thrift store clothes, he has a big Jewish schnozz-sorry,Bux, and he is balding WITH an Afro, for God's sake!” Walter Waxman,a court reporter snickered.”I went to dinner at Tali's and the guy puthis plate on the table when he was finished!” Wax, of course was alsovery much interested in Tali, but did he have to be such an asshole? ClintMalchamus, a U.S. marshal looked serious. “Tali, I've seen the guy'ssheet. He's been stealing, stripping, and re-selling vehicles since he wasten. Are you sure that's wise?”

“Oh yes,” Tali answered. “Fenton's made a complete turnaround…and he provides for many of my household needs.” Exceptthe need that I have most, she thought as the soaked panties stuck to her chastitycorset.

“I just want it so much.” Tali leaned in to Fenton the Felon,feeding him little bits of salmon with her fork. She'd built a big fire, andlit candles…it was that sort of night, if she was lucky. “I'vetried so hard to be worthy, Fenton.” Fenton bit a piece of salmon offthe fork, and another dropped onto his Schirmer Music T-shirt. He'd had themsend some Chopin, and it was playing lightly in the background, though Talipreferred U2. Fenton chewed the salmon, and his upper plate slipped slightly,and more salmon fell on the T-shirt. Tali shook her head lovingly, and wipedit off with a napkin.

Fenton patted Tali's thigh, and her clitoris became quite lively. He's sexyas hell, even if he does have poor table manners, thought Tali. Being raisedin orphanages and juvenile prisons doesn't prepare you as my six years at MissPorter's School did. She watched Fenton abstractedly cleaning salmon off hisdenture bridge with the corner of his shirt before replacing it in his mouth.I love him anyway. He's beautiful. And I want him to fuck me. Can I prove thatI'm worthy? Tali leaned in to Fenton, watching the fire's reflection in hishideously 80's aviator glasses. “Please, Master… can we talk aboutthis?”

Fenton took a longing glance at “The Vicar of Wakefield”, whichhe'd been trying to finish all evening. He smiled and accepted more salmonfrom Tali. She was something else. Clad in an enchanting bustier and tiny thongpanties, it was hard not to address this issue with her. What she really wantedfor her arrogance was a horsewhipping in the back yard; and then to be lockedin the dog's kennel cage out there, but it's February, damn it. It was funlast summer when Fenton had first purchased the cage, used for training puppies.Tali was locked in a crouched position in the hot July night. She'd come into cook Fenton's breakfast in the morning, red eyed and sweaty, covered inmosquito bites.

Fenton grinned at the memory. Fenton then accepted more salmon, some of whichbecame caught in his goatee, and responded with his mouth full. “TaliI know you want me to make love to you…but I don't sleep with submissives.It's highly impertinent of you to even ask me.” Tali's heart stopped.SubmissIVES? Were there more than her? She knew Fenton had lots of girlfriends,he was bringing them home all the time, and quite often debasing her in frontof them. Just the week before, Fenton had been screwing Nicole, a 7-Elevencashier and Walter Johnson Highschool student, in Tali's Princess bed. He'dmade Tali serve them breakfast and then run on all fours naked to “fetch” theWashington Post in her teeth. She'd torn a bit of it, and Nicole had been allowedto whip Tali's ass with a hairbrush, and then lock her in a closet.

Fenton had also allowed Heather, his twenty year old daughter, to dom Tali,and this was terribly inappropriate. Heather was a fat, twenty-year old, conceivedwith the staff cardiologist during Fenton's thirty-three month stay at theEastern Correctional Institution in Princess Anne, Maryland. Heather wouldgo off at anything, and once, when Tali had been tutoring her for a high schoolcalculus class, Heather had gotten frustrated at Tali's easy mastery of thematerial. She had beaten Tali with a rubber hose and locked Tali into a clothingtrunk with holes in the top for nearly three hours. After Heather had calmeddown, she'd taken the sweating Tali out, and made her finish the tutoring lesson.Fenton Junior also liked wielding the belt, but he didn't have Heather's vigor…Talihated visitation days.

Now, Fenton leaned in to Tali, and rubbed his fingers in her cleavage. “Whatdo you have to offer your Master in return for me screwing you, Tali? I don'trecall that we ever discussed this privilege for you, you're spoiled enoughby all those lawyers drooling over you at the Rockville Courthouse…notto mention your father giving you a new BMW every year since you were sixteen.Certainly I never thought you would ask for special favors… I've neverspoiled you, dear.” Tali nodded wearily.

“You are supposed to get satisfaction from my pleasure…to satisfyme with your mouth, to give me massages…my penis only goes into qualitytwats, which could mean any overweight seventy-year old bar pickup, rememberthe one I brought home, and I made you service her…the dime-store lady.” Fentonlaughed. “You can't blame me, Natalia, I couldn't do it, that woman didn'tbathe…but I screwed old Frances…she and most other women areof more quality than a scum like you. “ A tear rolled down Tali's nose.A child model, Homecoming Queen at Walter Johnson High School, Tali had donebit parts in movies as a young adult, and been Miss Baltimore at nineteen.Tali had been proposed to by three different millionaires by the time she'dgraduated from college. But she was nothing more than a dog, a dog to be ignoredand whipped, if this was Fenton's wish. After all…she'd never had morepassion than in the last two years…Fenton was steak, and everythingelse porridge.

“I think you know the rules…but you always push the envelopeand then I have to make new ones.” Fenton said sorrowfully, as he squeezedand twisted one breast, and Tali tried to keep a straight face. “I toldyou that you would be responsible for your own orgasms as well as mine, butthen I'd catch you masturbating after every training session. And after everyblowjob you gave me, which meant you were getting off five times a day.

Once I caught you masturbating to a mug shot of mine that you brought homefrom the court house.”Fenton looked severe, but inwardly he chuckledat the memory of Tali frigging herself over that old, pathetic Post Officephoto of him. “ So then I had to put you in a chastity corset, let youout to masturbate once a month…and then you seemed so obnoxious aboutasking when your date was, I had to get you a calendar, and make your orgasmdate once every two months.” Fenton shook his head. “And of courseyour belt has no urinary hole so you have to rush home once or twice a day,interrupting my work—remember when you drove all the way over to theByzantine Library at Dumbarton Oaks to get me to unlock you? How embarrassingthat was.”

Tali thought about that, zooming into Georgetown from a deposition in HowardCounty, urine puddling out the sides of the evil leather, tight-fitting corset,which went just above her breasts like a one-piece bathing suit, except noswimwear she'd ever seen was made of black leather with a numbered lock. Fentonhad bought the corset on a business trip in Indonesia, for a previous slave,while he was stealing Humvees. The first slave, Gloria, head of the paroleboard member at Lorton reformatory, was a little slimmer, so unfortunatelythe corset fit Tali, though perhaps a little tight. Only Fenton knew the combination,and it was he who would unlace the back, complaining about her ruining hisleisure.

Tali was supposed to have four scheduled bathroom visits a day, like a dog,and she drank very little water. Once she'd come home, bladder bursting, inthe middle of the day, and Fenton had been busy inside with the head cheerleaderat Sidwell Friends. They'd peered out the window at Montgomery County's prosecutingvunderkind, as she hopped up and down on the steps, dancing, dancing untilfinally the urine rolled down Tali's nylons and she'd burst into tears. This,to say nothing of Fenton's refusal to let her masturbate to orgasm more thanonce every two months. Previously, Tali could at least frig herself to completionafter having serviced Fenton for several hours…sometimes in the courthouselavatories, she'd sit in a stall, twiddling a pencil down there while rememberinga particularly vicious whipping.

But Fenton had presented Tali with the corset eighteen months ago…hadshe even had five orgasms? Now and then, he'd take off Tali's corset, strapher to the bed, and torture her with a vibrator, getting Tali oh, so hot, butnever over the edge. Fenton knew all the sensitive areas in the clitoris, andTali got lots of pleasure from these sessions, much frustration, but no relief..Tali was supposed to be allowed to masturbate to orgasm while kneeling on thejacks she'd played with as a child.. the last time with Fenton's daughter slappinga piece of discarded barbed wire on Tali's rear. But when she irritated Fenton,he would sometimes add anywhere from three days to two weeks to her sentence,and once she'd gone 120 days without a “squirtee”. Tali also hadto finish within four minutes, masturbating clumsily with her left hand, orback in the belt it was, with no orgasm for another two months.

Oh, she needed this fucking now. Tali bowed her head and tried to look verysubmissive. She'd known there were risks in asking for the rare privilege ofmaking love, but she and Fenton were secretly engaged now, and she just couldn'tstand it…she'd fantasized about his mahogany erection entering her,Tali screaming, and raking Fenton's back..well, maybe not. She and Fenton hadbeen together now twenty-seven months, and she'd fellated him two to five timesa day for every day they'd been together.

She'd sucked off his friends and whatever loser he'd brought home…she'dsucked off his son, his son's friends, and Fenton's lower class trashy barpickups, the women with the teased hair that Tali and her girlfriends had snubbedin high school. Once he'd brought in a bowling alley employee, Temple Fry…Taliand her friends had made fun of Temple's slow reading in elementary school,and Tempie remembered. Fenton had encouraged Tempie to take out her frustrationswith a Spencer paddle, and Tempie had taken pity on Tali, let her off afterfour swats, which had been even more humiliating…ooh.

. Tali had loved the morning ritual of coming into Fenton's room---he'd takenover the master bedroom and Tali's Princess bed when he moved in, and she wascurrently sleeping on the bathroom floor, as she complained about sleepingin the guest room once too often.

But every morning whether she'd been relegated to the guest room, the attic,bathroom, basement, or the horrible garage, Tali would get up at eight a.m.,and before leaving for work, she would make Fenton's breakfast—two threeminute eggs, bacon cooked just right, or it was thirty with the clothes hanger,and lots of coffee. Tali would wake Fenton, spoon feed him breakfast in bed,and then give him his morning blowjob, it was a wonderful tender experiencefor them both…and then one day after they'd been together about twoweeks, Tali came in and Fenton was in bed with this little tart, it was a cashierat the Giant Food that time—and Fenton insisted that she spoon feed bothof them, and then suck both of them off…Tali was straight, as far asshe knew, and her first experience at cunnilinguis was rather repulsive, andshe'd shown it, and Fenton had bent her over the bathtub and broken two orthree willow switches on Tali's butt before ordering her to give the sluttyclerk a decent carpet- munch.

So Tali had never been fucked by Fenton—he'd sodomized her now andthen, never with his precious dick of course, just a gloved fist or once apoliceman's nightstick he'd bought at a flea market. But even then he pulledthat out before Tali could slip her finger to her twat to have an orgasm…OftenFenton would tie Tali down, remove the chastity belt, and run a vibrator inher clit, turning it on and off, just before she'd cum…it was so frustrating.Once she'd cum without permission, and he'd whipped her bald clit with a vacuumcleaner cord .

“Fenton, please honey” Tali was begging now. “You are theultimate man for me…I want no one else, and I just want the satisfactionof having you inside me. If you want, I won't orgasm, since my day is fifty-twodays away anyhow.” It was only supposed to be thirty-eight days, butTali had been screwing up. Three days for neglecting to clean Fenton's bathroom,late coming home for dinner because of a demanding murder trial, Fenton hadgiven Tali a choice of adding one extra day to her orgasm date, or a floggingwith Fenton Jr's hockey stick. Tali had taken the whipping, which had leftsplinters in her rear cheeks. She would rather nearly any more pu nishmentthan to have her precious orgasm delayed.

Then a few days later, Tali had left some boot polish in Fenton's militaryboots, and the polish had ruined one of his good socks, a present from poor,dyslexic Temple Fry, and Fenton had considered this an act of deliberate anddirect impertinence, and jealousy. “I realize I've been too easy on youlately” Fenton had said to the weeping Tali, and after another sessionwith the hockey stick and four hours in the steamer trunk, Fenton had givenTali back her two extra days for the tardiness offense, plus another five forruining the socks that were poor Temple's present. “The girl makes only$6.25 an hour…you know she got these at Brooks Brothers?”

Then Fenton had awarded Tali a day for “flirting” with the guynext door (she'd asked the neighbor, an 80 year old curmudgeon, whether garbagecollection days had changed). Tali had committed this unforgivable offensewhen she was supposed to be ironing Fenton's jeans. She'd gotten another threedays, which she'd begged down from ten, for trying to hide the chastity corset.Whenever there was an extension on the orgasm date Tali would have to go tothe calendar, tears streaming down her face, and cross out her “Squirt” dayand mark in a later one. Fenton felt that Tali was too dependent on her orgasms,and should accept the tantric approach. Between Tali's energetic mouth, andthe mouths and vaginas of Fenton's energetic bimbos, he often got five to eightorgasms a day, even at fifty-one, and he assured Tali that cumming was wayover-rated.

So would Fenton go for that, Tali holding back her orgasm? Maybe, she thought,he'd consider it some new, exquisite torture. But Fenton was shaking his head. “No,Tali.” He said firmly. “If we make love—“Tali's heartsang “—I will of course permit you to have an orgasm, or even several.But you'll have to prove yourself as a good little slave-girl before you getthat privilege.” Tali took Fenton's hand. “Master, what can I doto prove it? I'll do anything you like!” Fenton gazed into Tali's eyes. “Ifyou can go through a series of tests and lessons, and do well in the areasthat you've not met expectations as a slave, and there are a few, I'll makelove to you this time next month.”

Fenton was ambushed with kisses from Tali, and he gently pushed her back. “Butif you don't pass these tests, I will give you twelve strokes with the bullwhip five hours in the steamer trunk, and an additional nineteen days of chastityfor each test you fail. The first test will be next week, but until then, Iwant you to prove your devotion to me by sleeping naked in the garage for amonth, starting tonight. It's a heated garage, so you won't have to complainas you would if I put you in the obedience cage in this weather.”

Tali thought miserably of the small wire kennel, meant for a dog the sizeof a collie. The garage floor, cement as it was, would be a palace in comparison.Maybe she could use the spare tire for a pillow…or was there a bag ofpeat moss? Fenton was smiling now. “Is this agreed? Let the sex thinggo, and you can have your comfortable place on the floor near my bed.” Whatwould the tests be like? Wasn't Tali a good slave already?

Jesus, she'd been in the scene for seventeen years—since Walter JohnsonHigh's head cheerleader and National Merit Semifinalist first started takingher father's car out after everyone was in bed, driving into DC to the TawseClub to be whipped and peed on. Shit, she'd almost missed her own deb ball.As it started, Tali was cuffed to a ceiling bolt of her first Master's trailerout in Lanham. But she could take it…and she wanted to. Many times Talihad attempted to quit the scene, and then she'd be spoiled and petted by appreciativemen who took her boating and on field trips to Tiffany's. But the longing alwaysremained, because she was a dyed-in the wool hardcore submissive. She couldtake whatever came.

As if reading Tali's thoughts, Fenton said “Are you up for it, Tali?Last chance to back out.” “Yes, Master.” Tali whispered.Fenton laughed, and pulled Tali by her hair to the floor with his left hand,unzipping himself simultaneously with his right. “All right, darling. “ Taliopened her mouth for the tip. Fenton took up “The Vicar of Wakefield” “Now,Natalia, you finish me off while I read about Reverend Primrose..and then intothe garage! I think we may take the steamer trunk out there, too…youcan be in a cell within a cell, like when I was in the Hole so many years ago.”

Tali was quite nervous, as Fenton the Felon pulled up to the large houseon the hill. Where was this? Fenton and Tali got out of the car, and went upto knock on the door. Jesus, Tali thought, this is a Victorian monster. Muchbigger than my house. A maid answered the door, and Fenton smiled at her, speakingin Spanish. The maid returned the conversation in the same language, and usheredthem into the living room. Tali looked around. Jesus. African art, antiqueroll-top desk, and Tali recognized the coffee table as being of a kind thatwas hand made for the owner—somewhere in Bavaria, she thought. Aunt Janehas one. There was a Roccoco style carved giltwood mirror on one wall, andan original Matisse hung over the Louis XV armoire.

A door on the other end of the room opened, and Heather, Fenton's twentyyear old daughter, came out. “Daddy!” Heather ran up and gave Fentona hug and a kiss on the cheek. Heather had quite an exotic look—she hadthe light black skin of her father, and Tali recognized her mother's chin…Heatherwas Fenton's child with one of his sentencing judges back in 1983. No wonderit was so damn hard to get the guy in jail, Tali thought bitterly. Every courtroomwas a pickup joint for him, it seemed. Heather was pretty, but had a clearweight problem, she was at least one hundred sixty pounds, and only five feetsix inches tall. Heather also had tiny boobs and tried to enhance them withrubber bras and tissue paper. She despised Tali, a 5'8” blonde, who hadgreat T&A and variated between a size four and a size six. Tali knew thebreast issue was especially grating to Heather, as often during sessions, Heatherhad focused her tortures on Tali's breasts, evilly.

“Jesus, you need to take better care of yourself, Dad.” Heatherstroked Fenton's Afro. She had not spoken to Tali at all, and Tali didn't expecther to. Fenton had initiated Heather on Tali's status soon after he moved intoTali's house. At first Heather seemed awed but resentful of the beautiful prosecutingattorney that her dad was living with. Still, she treated Tali with deference,and Tali tried to be nice, in her way, but did a bit of nagging about Heather'ssloppiness and overeating. Just to straighten her out. But this ended six weeksafter they'd met, and Tali still winced at the memory.

One Sunday afternoon two years ago, Fenton had Tali over his knee, jeansand underwear bunched around her ankles. As the large Spencer paddle fell repeatedlyon Tali's defenseless bare posterior, she was telling Fenton “I adoreyou” WHACK “I w-worship you, Fenton, may I have another?” WHACKWHACK WHACK. Tali hated the Spencer; it was big and thick, and had ten littlesymmetrically placed holes drilled through the spanking end to eliminate airresistance when the paddle swung through the air..WHACK WHACK “I, love—you-Fenton.” Talitried to keep the tears back. WHACK. Tali was not being punished, really. Fentonwas giving her a valuable “seminar” on how to take pain gracefully.

There had been a light tap on the library door, and Fenton had paused brieflyto say, “Come in!”. Heather had slouched into the library, pullingup her Big Girl jeans. Fenton winked at Heather and continued his assault onTali's ravaged bottom. Tali had been horrified at having Fenton's eighteenyear old daughter witnessing her in this humiliating position. Heather leanedagainst a table and watched Fenton whack Tali several more times, and thenhe stopped, and wiped his brow with a bandanna. “Yes. Lambchop. Whatcan I do for you,dearest?” Fenton loved having his kids spend the weekend,especially his little girl, and they were, Tali considered, rather sickeningin their mutual affection.

“Daddy, I just wanted to let you know that Florence and Kristy andI are going dancing tonight, and I might stay over there. We might drive upto Frostburg State tomorrow, and you know they offered me some financial aidif I go.” On what, Tali thought to herself, an overeating scholarship?Tali's face was burning with shame and humiliation. Here she was, pants downto her ankles, with a bright red wealed bottom, she was being whipped by thisgirl's father like she was a three year old, and Fenton didn't have the decencyto lock the library door, and give Tali a chance to pull up her pants beforethe little bitch came in! And worse, Heather was treating it like an everyday occurrence. What an odd childhood she must've had. Tali moaned as Fentonabstractedly swung his paddle against her bare cheeks.

“I had some concerns about you going to college, to be put in thehands of idiots who are teaching because they can't do real work.” “Likebreaking into Ourisman Chevrolet?” Heather smirked. Laughing,Fenton whackedTali again, and she began crying quietly. “This one is an educated moronafter all—and look at her!” Fenton kicked out a leg, and Tali hadfallen on the floor. “Get in the corner, now!” Tali stood up, andtried to pull up her pants before Heather saw her private parts. “DidI say you could pull up your pants?” Fenton smiled. “Heather honey,Tali's just embarrassed because I made her shave her twatty bald, but you don'tmind do you? GET IN THE CORNER!”

Tali had shuffled off to the corner while father and daughter discussedthe merits of higher education before Heather had left. Tali had gotten intoa serious argument with Fenton about the propriety of being punished in frontof his teenage daughter, but to no avail. By the next weekend, Tali was nakedand gagged in front of Heather and Fenton, Jr., and they were taking turnswith a whip and a wooden spoon…Heather never returned to the deferenceshe'd shown Tali when they'd first met, even though Tali had given her lotsof money for school clothes, and some tutoring for her economics classes. No,Tali was simply an animal now.

Now, Heather gave Tali a sideways glance, her fat face grimacing. “I'veprepared Tweedledum in the can, Daddy, she's kneeling near the toilet.” Fentonsnickered. “Yes, and Tweedledee is ready as well.” Heather lookedover at Tali, and reached over, her fat hand crashing across Tali's tremblingmouth. Heather twisted Tali's right nipple cruelly. “Why aren't you undressed,you Berkshire hog?” At this sally, Fenton winked at Tali, silently agreeingthat Tali, while a scumbag slave, was not the porcine creature in the room.Tali backed off from Heather, and quickly disrobed, while Fenton went intowhat apparently was the bathroom.

After Tali put her clothes neatly on the couch, Heather viewed Tali's chastitycorset contemptuously. Tali shrank back. It was horribly humiliating to wearthis ugly leather suit that went from her crotch just over her breasts, andwas so tight that her tits were slightly blue. Heather grabbed Tali by thehair and pulled her close,spinning her around. Tali heard the numbers rollingon the lock. Suddenly the corset was loosened, and Heather was untying thestrings. How can Fenton tell his daughter the combination? Tali thought silently.And Fenton Jr. knows it, and Don. Am I the only one who doesn't? Heather gaveTali's bottom a vicious pinch, and Tali quickly climbed out of the suit, andlay it on the couch next to her clothes.

Tali turned around for Heather's inspection, and was rewarded with anotherslap, this time to her right breast. “Look at this! Dad told me you weresupposed to be shaven, and here there are five or six little hairs!” Talistared at the floor. “Miss Heather, I just haven't had time to shave.I am working 14 hour days, and the corset is locked on me all the time—“ Heatherslapped Tali again. She roughly grabbed Tali by the hair and threw Tali downon her back on the Oriental carpet, and then threw herself down on top of Tali.

Heather pushed Tali into the floor, her pudgy black hands crushing Tali'sbeautiful pink breasts. “I knew this was going to happen, so I broughtsome tweezers, you skank!” Gritting her teeth, Heather kneeled betweenTali's legs and reached into her pubic area, waving a tiny pair of silver tweezers.Heather began pinching Tali's vagina with her Press-on nails, and then pullingthe pussy hairs out with the tweezers. Tali gasped. Heather was plucking thestray hairs out as viciously as possible, yet Tali felt herself getting wet.Heather slapped Tali's inner thigh. “Horny pig!”

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After this agonizing process was over, Heather got up, and made Tali getup. “Go into the bathroom.” Tali walked into a huge bathroom. Fentonwas holding a leather strap attached to a wood handle, and now and then hewhacked a nude figure kneeling in front of him. At first Tali was distractedby the marvelous bathroom. Oh, if Mother could only see this. It had a largeJacuzzi, big sinks, and everything was in black marble. It reminded Tali ofthe bathroom in the Intercontinental Hotel in Japan. Suddenly, Tali becamevery focused on the person kneeling in the middle of the floor. She was anattractive brunette in her late fifties, her body was in fair shape, and Talicould see everything, for the brunette was naked and her hands were cuffedbehind her. Her pussy was bald like Tali's, and Tali could see a few weltson her back and bottom. d Fenton was standing over her…but Tali couldn'ttake her eyes off this woman, who she easily recognized as Senator Linda Smythe.

Linda knelt carefully, her hands behind her back, and listened to Fentonexplain the situation to his little slave girlfriend: “Yes, here sheis, Senator Smythe, but she's not here for legislative purposes, dear Tali…Yourfirst test is to learn to be a receptacle for my wastes, and we're going tostart with pee-pee..” Linda saw the girl blanch. Poor kid. Fenton hadexplained about the tests to Linda the day before at Café Milano. “Iam going to try to make her as skilled a slave girl as you've become over thelast thirty-five years” he'd said over lunch at Morton's. Fenton's fat,spoiled daughter took Tali by the hair and forced her to her knees, cuffingher hands behind her back. “Note, Tali…Linda's hands aren't cuffedat all. She's holding them together, and will keep them together throughoutthe session. She's much more accomplished than you, dear.”

Fenton thrashed Linda's ass five or six times with the strap, Linda kneelingstiffly, and making no sound. Angry welts arose on the frigid alabaster skin,but the Senator just knelt quietly, taking it all. Then Fenton picked whatappeared to be a two foot stick

made of cocabola wood. On one end was a handle very similar to a police nightstick, but on the other was a grotesquely wide penis head. Fenton tapped Linda'sshoulder, and Senator Smythe looked up, and opened her mouth to take in thepolished wooden cock head. “Now watch, Tali…can you take it likethis? Maryland's junior Senator makes Linda Lovelace seem like a PTA mom. Lindahas a B.A. in social work, a M.A. in public policy, a J.D. in law, and a Ph.Din Deep Throat”

Fenton began gradually pushing the night stick/dildo in and out of Linda'scarefully painted lips, at first gently, and then faster and faster til itseemed as if Fenton was trying to kill a roach hiddin in a drain. But the Senatorjust knelt there, not even relaxing her legs. There was a slight gagging noiseeminating from Linda's throat, but Linda swallowed the stick wholly, pushingher mouth around it, as if she were giving a blow job to the Jolly Green Giant.Linda trembled a bit, but Tali was amazed at how erectly the elegant sixtyyear old held herself, and not once did her right hand let go of her left wristbehind her back. But it seemed as if Fenton was pushing a little too harshly,and at one point the Senator's head began to bobble.

“Fenton, stop..you're going to kill her!” shouted Tali, but heseemed deaf. So intensely did Fenton pump the stick down the Senator's throat,that even Heather motioned him to stop, and Fenton shook his head. FinallyFenton the Felon stopped the poking, pulling the night stick out of the Senator'smouth. Tali wondered if she would ever be able to take such oral torture. Shehoped it wouldn't be one of the tests. Still, Tali envied the Senator her poiseunder such strenuous circumstances. Fenton held the stick just above the Senator'smouth, and Linda licked the green phlegm off the tip of the business end, beforedropping her eyes to the floor once again. “Tell my lovely daughter,and the naked little scum-bucket cringing over there how much you enjoyed this,Linda.”

Linda turned to the two women and said with a somewhat mangled voice “MasterFenton is only fulfilling dreams I've had for myself. I actually had the stickmade…it's taught me true submission.” Fenton nodded. “You'vetrained a lot with it, dear.” Fenton pointed to the ground, and Lindaleaned over slowly, without separating her wrists, and pushed her face intoa bath rug.

Fenton tapped the night stick on Linda's ass, and Linda finally separatedher wrists, using her manicured fingers to spread her full cheeks apart. Fentongrinned. “This next exercise has been performed by us a number of times..butthis time Linda is doing it without her K-Y jelly…let's see how shedoes.” Tali was amazed at what a smooth rear end the legislator had,there was no celluilite in what was obvious middle age. After Linda spreadher cheeks so that her anus was quite visible, Fenton pushed the wooden cockdeep into the Senator's rectum, deeper and deeper.

Tali and Heather watched Linda's face. This was the first time without grease,and Linda's face, pushed into the bath rug looked terribly strained. Fentonpushed harder, and it seemed that the Senator had let go of her buttocks fora moment, the pain was too much. Fenton reached behind him and grabbed theleather strap by its wooden handle and let it fly on Linda's right cheek WHACKWHACK WHACK “Stop cinching your bottom, dirtbag! Use your fingers topull the cheeks apart!” Linda's hands weakly tried to climb up to herbottom and then dropped to the floor, and Linda began to sob.

The strap rose and fell again, alternating on Linda's left and right cheeksWHACK WHACK WHACK WHACK WHACK. The reddish welts turned purple, and there wassome bleeding on the Senator's thigh. Linda was crying harder now. “Well?” Fentondemanded.”You begged me to let you try it without grease…if Iget any more of this impertinence and blubbering, I am going to add forty daysof abstinence to the seventeen you already have…show the girls yourlittle clitty ring.” Linda rose onto her haunches, turned around andspread her legs so Heather and Tali could see her completely bald vagina. Piercedwithin the lips was a small gold ring with a lock on it. “I can't begetting over to the Dirksen building to unlock Linda all the time, so she getsa ring instead of a corset. Lucky bitch, Tali thought. “Now…” Lindaimmediately dropped her head to the rug and spread her cheeks widely, and Fentonjammed the stick in and out before pulling the stick out. Tali looked away,revolted, and then tried to gaze again. The night stick was covered with bloodand fecal matter. Fenton waved it in front of Linda's mouth, and she quietlycleaned the stick with her tongue before Fenton replaced the stick on the commode. “Therethere…” Fenton smiled at the weeping Senator.

“Now then” Fenton said briskly. “It's time for Waste IngestionTraining.” Tali thought Maryland's top legislator had certainly had enoughwaste ingestion from the gunk on the nightstick, but apparently Linda was readyagain, as she gave Fenton a quick, adoring glance, before the strap crashedacross her shoulder and the elegant eyes viewed the floor once again. “NowI want you to watch how calmly Linda takes in urine, and in what quantities.She does it in a ladylike manner, Tali, unlike yourself…when I've triedto train you for liquid bodily waste ingestion, you've gagged, spat most ofthe urine out, and I've had to give you not a few whippings. “I've triedeverything.” Fenton said to Linda and Heather. “I tried havingTali get used to the urine taste by holding some in her mouth for a few minutes,by bathing in it, I've dipped my penis in it, and had her suck it off..butshe can't take having her mouth peed in.” Fenton sighed heavily. “Trainingis so difficult” As Tali's stomach turned, she tried to appreciate howhard Fenton worked with her.

. “Linda here, was born to be a receptacle.” Fentonsaid proudly. “ She can take quite a bit down her throat.” Lindasaw the girl staring at her in horror and contempt. Oh, don't you look downon me, Linda thought. If Fenton's got his spell on you, you'll be drinkinggallons…before it's over. Linda thought of the first time she'd metFenton Weir, when he was not quite fifteen years old.

“This one is a tricky little bastard, Linda…I didn't think muchof a ‘counseling' service here at the Village, we've never needed onebefore, but God forbid that I get in the way of his Great Society.” CommanderSwift allowed himself a small smile. Linda had such an awe of Pete Swift—hewas Director of Boy's Village, Cheltenham, Maryland's youth correctional institute,and an ex Naval aviator. “The last time we paroled him, it was becausehe'd won a scholarship to Groton—his ticket out of the foster care system—fourmonths later, he bounces back here, he called the classics chairman a troglodyteor something, and stole the Headmaster's Dodge, and the Head's daughter justgave birth to a kinda gray-lookin kid in a Boston home for unwed mothers…Fenton'sback, and immediately five of our trucks are gone…you got to get itout of him, I can't submit a fiscal budget til the trucks come back. I wantmy trucks!” Commander Swift had swiftly become a tantrum-ing three yearold. Linda, an effective social worker, was astonished that Commander Swiftcouldn't sweat Fenton out, but then she met Fenton.

Now, Fenton reached into a bag on the bathroom sink and took out a coupleof mouse traps. Carefully, he opened one, and slipped a combination lock throughthe metal trap part, and then snapped it on Linda's right nipple, and followedsuit with a trap-lock on her left. The Senator had a quick intake of breath.Not only were mousetraps prohibitively pinching to the nipples, but the additionalweight of the combination locks severely added to the pain. Linda sucked inher breath further,and then let it out through her nose. Linda was sixty-one,though she looked a great deal younger, thanks to face lifts, exercise andartful makeup. She kept her hair colored in the deep auburn of her youth, andher lips and nails always painted cherry red. Both her husbands had been youngerthan the Senator; as well as many of her young Masters.

Oh…Linda's nipples felt like they were being bitten by lock jawedDobermans. Still, she kept her erect posture, kneeling upright so her buttocksdidn't touch the back of her legs at all. Fenton carelessly kicked one of Linda'sbreasts, so the nipple-trap-lock swung painfully, but Linda did not make asound, or flinch at all. Her knees felt terrible on the hard bathroom floor,but this wasn't a picnic she was attending.

. “All right, Heather, where are our young men?” Fenton lookedat his daughter, who left the bathroom. “Tali, you always bitch and moanbecause I drop a few squirts of pee into your mouth…but Linda will amazeyou.” Fenton unzipped his pants, pulling out his cock, and waving it. “Comeon, girl.” He snapped his fingers at Linda, the junior Senator from Maryland,and she shuffled to his crotch on her knees. Opening her mouth, Linda relaxedher jaw, and let Fenton put his entire penis in, as if he was about to geta deep-throat blowjob.. Fenton gave one of his laughs, and began to pee, andLinda took down the foul, stinging liquid. “Great, eh?” Linda heardFenton say, as she kept drinking down his urine. “I should've done thisto you in the interrogation room at Boys Village.”

The interrogation room. Linda had sat waiting for Fenton Weil, prisoner #839403to arrive, and unwillingly took a paperback out of her purse and started reading.Linda shouldn't have brought a book towork, but it was so compelling. WhenFenton the Youth Offender walked in, Linda looked up, forgetting to put thebook back in her bag. Linda was completely unprepared for what Fenton was like—She'dexpected a hulking, six foot muscle head…According to Commander Swift,this kid was a gang leader, had assaulted not a few “counselors” asthe Boys Village guards were known, and that he'd undergone several hours ofbeing kicked and punched by a number of staff members in an effort to “sweat” thewhereabouts of the missing trucks. Fenton had given one guard a concussionwith his chair, knocked another's teeth out, and still kept his counsel onthe truck situation.. So Linda expected a Hell's Angel's sort, but was confrontedby a barely five foot, painfully skinny mulatto child, with granny glassesthat had the bridge taped. Fenton looked like he was going to be swallowedup in the oversize jailhouse coverall he was wearing. Linda was disbelieving.This little geek was the mastermind thug of Boy's Village?

The Senator was interrupted from her reverie by feeling Fenton pulling hisdick out of her mouth. The urine was settling in Linda's stomach now. Fromcruel experience, Linda had known better than to eat at all for ten hours beforethe session..there was nothing that angered Fenton and his daughter more thana slave vomiting their precious golden nectar.

Fenton zipped up, and the bathroom door opened. When Linda had designed herhouse with the ex-Mr. Smythe he'd wanted a big bathroom, and she was glad nowfor the room. Fenton had put her through countless sessions in there—enemas,being made to sit in an icy bath, just being thrown over the side of the tubfor a good strapping. Linda looked up as the door opened.Five young men followedHeather in, and all were obviously very drunk. But of course. Heather had filledthem all up with beer for the demonstration. Linda looked at Tali with loathing.Why the hell couldn't she just be happy licking Fenton out and masturbatingat the end of the session? Linda watched Fenton greet his son and their friends,and it was amazing how little Fenton had changed. “Dirty Don” Fenton'sreform school pal, and an occasional Master of Linda's, had once been handsomeand muscular with wild blond hair—she remembered this from seeing himat Boy's Village. Now Don was fat and balding, but with one of those grossponytails. Fenton looked almost identical to the kid he'd been then, exceptof course now he was at the awesome size of five five.

“Hi Fenton. I'm Miss DiGregorio, how's it going?” Linda had beengentle…Commander Swift was bad cop. Fenton the Youth Offender had cockedhis head. “I don't know, I guess I'm all right. You're the first personI've talked to except for the turnkey in the last eight days.” “You'rein solitary, then?” Linda asked. “Like Papillon, yes. Thankfully,I have Oswald Spengler to keep me company.” Linda looked closely at thebook, which turned out to entitled, “Decline of the West” “ “Doyou read a great deal?” Linda asked. Surely this child can't be spiritingcars out of the Boys Village reform school. “Well, a bit…I wasdissecting a rabbit in my room, but I couldn't bring it to the Hole…whatare you reading?” Linda showed him the French novel. It was, after allin French, so she would be spared embarrassment if he asked to open it. Fentonhad taken a look at the title page of “The Story of O” and thenasked Linda in French whether she liked Pauline Reage's work, and had she read “Justine”?

Thinking of it now, kneeling on the hard bathroom floor, Linda didn't blameherself for having been so stunned, but Fenton was unusual. She repressed asmile, watching him strut about. “As you know, Tali, this is my son,Fenton Junior, or F.J., freshly paroled from the Poplar Hill Pre-release Centerin Westover, and his friends, Max, Chubby, Oliver, Mike, and what's your name,son?” A pallid youth replied “Roger..” and then vomited inthe sink. “Roger the Ralpher” smirked F.J., laughing.

F.J. had followed a similar academically brilliant but suicidal plan ashis father, skipping second and fifth grades, then dropping out of sophomoreyear at Amherst to do all day research for an online soap opera journal, theproject seed money having been risen from the tills of gas stations and liquorstores. Since his reform, F.J. was supported by a retired cardiologist whohe kept in a pillory in the basement of the doctor's house in Georgetown. F.J.would come home after a day of playing chess in Dupont Circle, to put binderclips on the surgeon's ass, and re-adjusting his cock cage. Now and again hecame to Linda's to give her a few licks. “Dad, should I start now?” F.J.asked. “Go to it, son…watch carefully, Tali” Fenton remonstrated,as his son stuck his dick in the senator's mouth. “Linda's appetite forbodily wastes is phenomenal. Linda, I am going to give you the cat later onfor rolling your eyes like that.

Fenton Junior was a tall, good looking kid, unlike his fat sister, and hisshort, homely father. Why had such a nerdy Negro boy possessed Linda DeGregorio,M.S.W. so completely? After she realized that Fenton had read “The Storyof O” (in third grade, no less), and discovered that this juvenile delinquenthad gleaned Linda's own preferences, she anxiously wondered if he would spreada story—Fenton “Hot” Weir certainly needed a story to getout of the Hole. But in ensuing sessions they'd discussed the merits of a varietyof literature, classical music, and eventually Linda's frustrations with herjob. At one session she'd actually cried on the adolescent's shoulder, a seriousno-no in criminal justice therapy business.

When she'd gotten home that night, Linda had found five prison trucks pilingup on her parent's driveway, with a note on the door. “I thought you'dneed these more than I do. Signed, Sir Stephen” Elated, Linda had wangledpasses to take Fenton to operas and plays at the Kennedy Center, which wasa thrill for Fenton, who had been living in an intellectual desert. But onenight, on their way to a community theater show in Olney, Linda had mentionedsomething about “helping you to prepare for a profession, Fenton.” Duringthe intermission, Fenton had disappeared from his seat between Linda and theBoys Village turnkey who always accompanied them, and after the play, Fenton—andLinda's Rambler—were gone.

Linda watched Fenton out of the corner of her eye, while young man afterman took turns urinating in her mouth. “You see, Tali?”Fenton wassaying to the weeping girl, “Linda still has the bearing, the dignitynaked on a floor slurping piss, and not spilling a drop, mind you, that shehas presenting shelterbelt bills on C-Span. It's true, Linda thought. Alwaysbe a lady. She'd had that bearing in her runs from School Board to Congress,and had only lost it when she'd stepped out of her driveway one night, to seeher BMW being spirited away…but then the driver jumped out. “Fenton?” Jesus,after twenty years. The car door slammed, and a dark figure had ascended thesteps. “In the house, Representative Smythe, and on your knees!”

Tali couldn't take her eyes off Senator Linda Smythe—she must be sixty,or getting up there, but her pale white body was in great shape, she had shoulderlength auburn hair, colored, but not too obviously-the Senator's tits didn'tsag much—and Tali could tell how much Heather liked that, as she'd alreadyknocked one of the mousetraps off the Senator's nipple..and the Senator hadkept drinking Max's pee as if nothing had happened. Finally the last of thefirst four boys had finished, and only Chubby, a grossly overweight goateedtype, leaned on the sink, staring at Tali, playing pocket-pool as he did.

Senator Smythe, once finished with Max's dick had lowered her eyes, likethe perfect submissive she was. Tali didn't have this regal bearing in herpowersuit at the courthouse, much less kneeling naked on a urine stained floor,after sucking off ex-cons and dropouts. At some point, the Senator reachedover into a small purse by the commode, and refreshed her fire-engine lipstick.Then Linda returned to her erect posture. She sat calmly as if she was aboutto hear a report from the Ethics Committee.

. It was astounding how the senator maintained her elegance after havingdrank the urine of four drunken, smelly post-adolescents. Tali could tell thatSenator Smythe's behavior—maintaining dignity, taking pain and excessivehumiliation without a peep—was Fentons' goal for herself.

Heather came up to Tali and slapped her, and reached down, squeezing oneof Talis' breasts ‘til she shrieked. “All right, scumbag, it'syour turn to take the urine of someone very special to me. Leo is my boyfriend.I want you to suck this down as if it were strawberry soda.” Tali lookedup at the leering, obese fellow the others called Chubby. Chubby was undoinghis pants and they fell to his ankles and Heather dragged Tali over by herhair. Staring at Chubby's pubic area, which had a stench a mile wide, Talibacked off involuntarily, and Heather, taking a razor strop from Fenton, gavethe Assistant D.A. five vicious slashes. Tali bit her tongue to keep from screaming,and shuffled back in front of Chubby, trying not to gag. “Hey Heather,after I piss in ‘er mouth kin I let her blow me? Goddamn, what a seto' tits.” Heather smiled and touched Chubby's arm. “Leo, I'll satisfyyou later, honey, just empty your bladder into the bitch, all right?”

Seeing the look of disappointment on Chubby's face, Heather became furious.But she couldn't vent at Leo/Chubby, because he apparently was the best shecould get. Heather gritted her teeth “You little scumbag! You think you'regood enough to suck my boyfriend's dick?” There were few activities Taliwould have liked less, maybe swimming in nuclear waste? But she knew that anythingshe said would, like on the Miranda card, would be held against her. Heatherturned to Fenton. “Daddy, we have to interrupt Tali's training, I thinkshe has designs on Leo.” Chubby, who was staring at Tali's tits, beganabsentmindedly stroking himself, and Heather dragged Tali out of the bathroomand down the stairs to the basement of Senator Smythe's house.

Tali was terrified, but determined to keep her own counsel. Although Taliwas a brown belt in tae kwon do, and had been doing karate, judo and othermartial arts as a child..and hell, could've knocked Heather over with one backhand,she knew this would displease Fenton, and keep Fenton's dick out of her vagina,perhaps forever. So she let Heather drag her down the stairs. In the immediatebasement there was a rec room set up with television, stereo and the like,but then Heather took Tali over to a bookcase, and, grabbing the entire case,pulled it aside, Tali noticing to her astonishment that the book case was onlittle wheels and the books in the case seemed to be glued together, and thusnot falling out. Behind the book case was a small vaulted door, and Heather

Tali looked around her dizzily. Senator Smythe certainly had prepared herdungeon well. In one corner was a pillory, and nearby there were racks of allsorts. A Saint Andrew's cross faced them as they walked in, and leather swings.There was a leather spanking bench that looked very much like one Tali hadowned at one time, with leather arm and leg supports with binding straps. Onone wall was a huge wooden wheel with four leather straps that Tali assumedwere used to strap the Senator on and twirl her around a bit. Next to the wheelwas a large metal cage. “Like that?” Heather asked Tali. “Ikeep Linda in there for hours at a time…what fun!” “MissHeather, you, you live here?” Tali was astonished. “Oh, yeah, I'mliving here while I finish college, and I am working in her home office asa legislative correspondent, but mostly I beat her ass in the store room.”

Heather dragged Tali to a ceiling eye hook, and found handcuffs on a tablenearby. She ordered Tali to climb on a stool and hold her hands over her head,just under the eyehook. Heather got up on a stepladder, putting the chain ofthe handcuffs over the eye hook.

When Heather was convinced that Tali was secured, she suddenly snatched thestool away, and Maryland's prosecuting attorney was left hanging in mid air.Heather went behind Tali, and then came back carrying what looked to be a footlong wooden pole, covered in leather, and with nine long leather strips comingout of one side. “Do you know what this is?” Heather asked, staringup into Tali's eyes. “A-a cat o' nine tails?” Tali asked sheepishly.She and Fenton generally played with switches,belts and canes…it wasgrowing a bit medeval down here. Heather laughed. “No, you ignoramus,it's a scourge…Now then, Miss Prosecutor Scumbag, we are going to dealwith your arrogance.” Tali was meditating on how less articulate Heatherwas with insults and epithets than her father when Heather's scourge came harshlydown on Tali's soft stomach. Tali gasped, and her belly stung. Looking at Heather,she could tell how her curvy, soft white body enraged the fat girl. The scourgelanded again.

“Who the fuck are YOU to be making eyes at Leo?” Heather wasscreaming. Again the lashes of the scourge hit Tali's midsection. This wastoo much; Tali was used to her bottom being savaged by straps and canes, certainlythe backs of her legs had gotten vicious swats, and now and then her unfortunatebreasts, but no Master or Mistress had ever, in the seventeen years of Tali'ssubmission, gone for the stomach. Heather paused, and put a pair of clamps,connected by a chain onto Tali's nipples. “These are Japanese cloverclamps.” Heather said softly, as she adjusted the second clamp. “Theyput pressure on the nipples by the tension that's put on the chain.” Talinoticed to her extreme discomfort that the Japanese Clover Clamps were of thesort that screwed into the nipples, and then Heather demonstrated the chain-tensiontheory by pulling the chain two or three times. Tears streamed out of Tali'seyes. “Now back to the fun.”

Heather reached up and her scourge landed on Tali's right breast one, two,three times. The lash pulled the chain between the Japanese Clover Clamps,and both nipples were tugged harshly. Tali screamed and shook. “It'sall right, Tali” Heather said comfortingly. “I'm not like Daddy.There's no demands of a silent slave from me. You can scream and holler allyou like down here-WHACK!-the dungeon is soundproofed-WHACK WHACK WHACK-andno one will hear you-myyou're your tits are getting blue-ish…howeverWHACK WHACK, I wouldn't WHACK jump around too much; if the chain connectingthe cuffs jumps off the hook, you'll be down on your pretty little ass, andthis is WHACK WHACK concrete baby…WHACK now why do you want Leo WHACKWHACK aren't you happy with my dad and half the lawyers in Chevy Chase kissingyour ass?”

After scourging Tali for about ten minutes, Heather tried to hit her nippleswith a short rawhide Spanish quirt, and successfully knocked the Japanese CloverClamps off. Then Heather went behind Tali again, coming back this time witha three foot brown braided whip with a double tail at the end. “Thisis an English dog whip, scumbag” Heather said, looking at the whip fondly. “There'sa little blood on the end, the Senator screwed up my back massage last night.It's hand made with twelve plaits, and this stinging double dealie at the end—“Heathershook the tails enthusiastically “—amuses the hell out of me!” It'snot as long as the scourge, but quite heavy, don't you think?” With that,Heather ripped the dog whip into Tali's bare ass, and indeed it was quite heavy,and Tali began squirming and moving her legs in a running motion.

“That's right” Heather said, giggling, “Jog. It's goodfor you.” Heather struck Tali's butt and back legs again and again, beingcareful not to cause welts low enough to be seen past skirt level.”Mymom (pant) is down on me WHACK WHACK WHACK because I can't lose weight WHACKWHACK and I failed out of Wake Forest, and now I'm screwing up community college.” Heatherpanted and wheezed as she struck Tali's back and round, perfect buttocks withthe dog whip. “My mom's (pant) WHACK WHACK an arrogant white bitch likeyourself WHACK WHACK—she was Daddy's slave, but I can't hit her WHACKWHACK. So I'll take it out on your perfect little body. Leo says I have a flatass? WHACK WHACK WHACK So will yours be when I'm finished…then he'llprobably stay away from you…let me whip your butt and your boobs off…orcan you stay away from my boyfriend?”

Tears streamed down Tali's face as the slashes from the whip hit her buttand thighs, and she ran faster, with Heather swiping away with the dog whipand chanting “Go girl go…stay away from my boyfriend!” Taliwas in agony. “Miss Heather-ow-I have no interest in Leo, I ow, can'thelp it if he's attracted to me, but he's gross…” This was a mistake,Tali realized as soon as she opened her mouth. “So you think my boyfrienddoesn't match up to all those pictures of guys you went out with…I'veseen your college yearbook!” Heather screamed, swinging the tawse. “Isaw all those sickening poems and autographs in that yearbook! You think you'recuter and better than me? You think Leo's not as good as a bunch of Yale creeps?”

“You are a WHACK WHACK stuck up cow WHACK WHACK WHACK and I'm goingto break you…WHACK! …if it takes all night.” Heather panted,and tried swinging again, but it seemed like there had been too many doughnutsat lunch. Though the scourge had had thin streaks of almost unendurable fire,the dog whip was much duller a pain, and still much more powerful. Tali couldfeel her bones nearly cracking with the effort, and fortunately Heather becameexhausted moving her bulk around when she swung the dog whip.

After this, Heather took Tali through the single tail whips, floggers,a Barber'sRazor Strop, and something awful called the “Devil's Tail Tawse”…andfinally she went into the back and came out with a twelve foot long thing. “Is-isthat a bullwhip, Miss Heather?” Tali felt like she was half dead at thispoint. “No, honey. Bullwhips are only six feet long.” Heather said,smiling. She rubbed the end of the whip against her chin. “This is ablacksnake whip. Note the last four feet have these little sharp things?” Heatherran her fingers over little sticky things coming out of the blacksnake whip. “Thoseare little pieces of glass that were woven into the end.” Tali beganshaking. “Just a moment, though.” Heather said sweetly. “Ifeel like you get so stressed out watching the damn things hit you, so I'mgoing to blindfold you, this time, Ms. Prosecutor.” Tali was adamant “No,Heather. I told Fenton how much being blindfolded terrifies me…he promisednever to do it. Never.”

Heather came closer, with a black bandanna in one hand, dragging the blacksnakewith the other. “Honey, I'm not Fenton, am I? So I think you'd bettergrin and bear it…unless you want to use your safeword…I'll justtake you right back upstairs, and we'll drive you home.” Tali lookedat Heather scornfully, though the safeword was on her tongue. She wouldn'tgive the fat little tub the satisfaction. “Bring it on, Heather. Thesafeword remains within me.” Tali got some satisfaction with the lookof disappointment on Heather's face. Really, I can't imagine her even takinga spanking with a child's hairbrush, Tali thought with amusement. But, as Heathergot up on the stool and put the bandanna over Tali's eyes, she wondered whetherpride truly, goeth before a fall.

Fenton, upstairs was giving the boys more beer in the living room. Lindawas still in the bathroom, kneeling quietly. In the middle of a dirty jokeMax paused. “Is that screaming? Jesus, can you beat that?” Thenoise was faint, but there were definitely blood curdling screams going onfrom below. Fenton called into the bathroom. “Linda, get your sorry assin the kitchen and bring more beer.” Linda arose, left the bathroom,and as she passed across the living room floor the screams grew louder. “Linda,I thought that room was soundproof.” Linda sighed as she entered thekitchen. Heather must have found the blacksnake whip.

Tali, covered with long, searing whip marks, weals and scabs, was kneelingonce more on the bathroom floor. Chubby stuck his dick in her mouth, and letloose his stream of urine. Tali coughed, and choked and let Chubby's dick fallout of her mouth, and the hot urine squirted on her shoulders and all overher breasts. “My-my pants is wet now.” Chubby whined. “Ever-bodyelse, she peed inna mouth.” Chubby forgot, apparently, that Senator LindaSmythe had taken the other fellow's urine. Linda was a much more experiencedand accomplished slave than poor Tali. Heather gave Chubby a hug, carefullyarching her crotch away from his soaked trousers. “Sweetheart, you see,Scumbag over there isn't very nice to you…like Momma is” Chubbynodded over Heather's shoulder, but his eyes never left Tali's breasts

“I'm sorry, Fenton.” Tali looked up at her master with streamingeyes. “I think it was the blacksnake whip that got me rattled.” Talirubbed a forefinger on a particularly evil welt on her shoulder. “Oh,bullshit” Heather responded. I only hit her with that thing four, ormaybe six times…Jesus.” Seven, Tali thought. Seven searing, mindbendingly painful blows, that had ripped her skin to ribbons. “Well honey,we'll just have to try again.” Fenton whistled through his fingers andMax and Oliver and Roger wandered back in, followed by F.J., who was shakinga little screen out of his bong. “Max,” Fenton began, “Areyou ready to pee again?” Max nodded and Tali wearily took Max's penisin her mouth. This time she got about half of the stuff down before gettingquite sick…and it continued. By the end of the evening, Tali was ableto take down an entire load of urine, but had earned about twenty or thirtycorrective smacks from Fenton and Heather. She showered and dressed and sheand Fenton got in the car. Tali was triumphant. Although it had taken a bitof a while, she had passed the first test and had not earned 19 more days ofchastity time.

Continued in Part Two