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Incredible ChangesChapter 212: I’m The Man? free porn video
Did she just let out an evil-sounding cackle?
When the servant’s elevator dinged, I never expected to see three of the burliest, though quite pretty and very well stacked, women come out of the elevator. Behind them were three quiet little girls I already knew were orphans rescued by the staff at some point. One girl had a cart full of cleaning supplies, one with various electric cleaning tools, and the third with a cart covered by a black cloth.
I went to each boy to hit a specific spot on their back that made them able to move again.
What fun is there in un-paralyzing them in the way that doesn’t cause them moderate pain anytime they move, or even breath, over the next day or two?
In the time it took the three boys to be able to stand, the three girls had filled up mop buckets with scalding hot water and a type of cleaner. The acrid bite of the product was so strong it was overpowering the smell of shit in the room, or so I heard someone say.
Mr. Mouth was too dumb to know he was in deep shit now when he told the maids to clean up the mess and hurry it up. He wouldn’t tolerate smelling the odor of his shit and piss.
I got a mug of hard cider from the refrigerator and took it to sit in front of the counter to watch the entertainment the maids had planned for the boys. I was out of harm’s way if they started slinging shit around.
Yes. The girl does have a very evil cackle.
The largest of the maids took a maid uniform from the cart with the black cloth draped over it. The skirt did little to cover his shit covered ass, balls, and dick. Each little girl put the buckets of hot water next to a boy. The girls gave each boy everything needed to clean the shit and piss from the chairs first. All three were so cute when speaking each boy’s language to him, fluently, as they explained what the boys were to do to clean up their shit.”
Mr. Mouth grabbed the maid in front of him, turned her around, and then tried to fuck her ass as he told her to fuck off, in way more words that were needed. The girl turned him around and cleaned the shit off him. His response was to tell her to be sure she got him clean by licking his asshole, balls, and pecker. He made sure he said to her that it was part of her job.
For a girl that hasn’t even started puberty yet, she gives an evil eye that women many times her age aren’t able to master.
Softly she told him to get back to work, or he would find why she was very kind to have cleaned him up.
He balked. So the girl went to the cart to get somethings from under the black cloth. The stun stick I recognized, the rest didn’t look like anything I had seen before.
In an almost angelic voice, she told him he had one last chance to please do as she told him. When he didn’t, a quick flick of her wrist had the stun stick against his dick right above his nut sack. There was an unexpected crackle and short scream before she pushed him down on all fours. Anytime he even hinted at fighting, the maid’s commands caused her to use the stun stick on him. It seems his asshole was the spot that got his attention.
With him begging to her to stop and promised he wouldn’t move, she started quickly started using the things she had taken from the cart with the black cloth over it. While I didn’t even know what to call it, I knew I didn’t want to ever have that on me. I don’t care if my shield would protect me from it. When she moved back from him, he had his dick and balls covered with wire mesh. Every few centimeters on his dick had rings of rubber, or plastic, that separated areas of the mesh. It looked like he had a cock ring around his dick and balls. Another was holding the mesh at where his balls hung down. She got two more things from the cart. One had a belt that held a box with a lot of wires coming out of it. The other was a shiny metal dildo with a ring at the bottom like those on his dick. When using the place in my head to check out the inside of the dildo, I saw that the ring pushed out a section about five inches up from the base that kept it stuck in the guy’s ass. Under the metal were metal rods with rubber rings that kept the rods from touching each other. She shoved the dildo into his ass and locked in place and quickly connected leads from the box to the wire mesh and dildo. She slid a cover over the wiring to secure it all in place.
In her angelic voice, she told him, “There are only two ways to remove the cage and dildo from your anus and genitals. One required the special key I won’t get until I’ve properly instructed you on the task you will perform and done properly. The other involves a knife, preferably dull and rusty, this I will use for sawing off your penis and testicles. Now I prefer the latter as it ensures you are unable to breed and create any more disgraces to your family name.”
She again handed him the rag to start cleaning the chair off using the spray bottle he gave him.
These people torture, maim, and other nasty things to rivals to show what will happen if crossed. Here is a very tame example of negative reinforcement, and the people here look like they are going to toss their cookies.
The three girls were taskmasters already. The other two thought they would get away unscathed since the one guy had a shock collar hooked up to his dick, balls, and the dildo in his ass. They were wrong again.
Mister Moron found he was more than happy to beg, and plead, to have done to him as the first boy.
This girl is an expert with those acupuncture needles. A millimeter off in any direction wouldn’t have the desired effect.
She connected each up to a belt like the first guy. The place in my head showed me what happened when she triggered the box the first time. Whatever was inside the box sent the specific colors of energy into a dedicated acupuncture needle to go to his brain. He screamed out in a high pitch like someone had kicked him in the balls, hard. She then expertly alternated the signals sent to make him think he was on fire or suffering from extreme frostbite.
How many ways can she cause him to feel excruciating pain?
The final idiot was just smart enough to keep his mouth shut and do as she told him, even if a deaf and blind three-year-old with fine-motor development delays could do a better job. Instead of something electronic, she pulled out a cat of nine tails designed not to break the skin but would cause much more intense pain than normal leather ones.
Two of the women asked if they could pull up a chair and watch the boys do their cleaning chores. I shrugged and poured them both Margaritas, which weren’t here when I got out a pitcher of daiquiris. These had a note saying they had PGA as well as Tequila. The two women had a good buzz going by the time it took the boys to clean and sanitize the chairs I pulled from the pool deck.
Neither of the three large maids had said a word. Occasionally one would make some gesture to the girls to have the boys clean a spot again or show them places the girls didn’t yet know needed cleaning as well.
I only cut the two drinking women off when I saw they were close to getting sick or passing out. Only the three older maids saw one of the girls sneak out to get a big tray of food from someone who came in via the service elevator. Another girl took two pitchers off into the office part of my suite. From the quick glimpse I saw, only two of the other boys were still here, and both had passed out.
The three teenaged boys were finishing their task to get the shit out of the Persian rug when I guided the two drunk girls into the room where Alyssa was sleeping. None of those here watching the boys missed seeing me leading the two girls into the room. Both had issues getting out of their clothes to pee, so I helped them. When I had them down to just their panties, I did my best to fold their clothes.
I’m not even going to try to get them dressed again.
Each of the three morons peered into the room to get a peek, and the girls in charge of them dealt out each boy’s punishment.
After the second time the women had peed, I tucked them in bed with Alissa. It was big enough to hold the three large maids and still have room for the three girl maids.
I was in playing dumb drinking games, from a book that came with one of the trays with pitchers on it, when the three girl maids came in to ask me to follow them out to where the boys had been cleaning.
Using the place in my head, I saw that the area rug, and the floor under it, were now clean. The only thing on the carpet is something to hide the slight scent of it drying.
“If you finished with your duties for tonight, do you want to join us,” I asked.
Two did, the other pulled me out to the hall to apologize because she was having her period. When I looked with the place in my head, I saw that all three girls had developed enough to have periods, and yet their breasts weren’t even going to be even A-cups until they had babies, if even then. All three had enough Asian DNA in them that they would only get a few inches taller, but never have any pubic hair.
“You don’t have to take any clothes off, the girls in there just chose to give it a try where they knew they would be safe. Each wore clothes anytime they were out of their suite,” I told her. “If you want to be naked, you can see if you can use a tampon, or you can just wear panties or panties and shorts.”
When I looked back inside her again, the place in my head showed me she finished her period. She only had a bit of gunk still in her uterus and vagina. I found out how to cause her uterus to contract in the right way to force the rest of the gunk out. I did it twice, as she squeezed my arm tightly where she had grabbed on to keep from losing her balance. Before she could scamper off to the elevator, I picked her up to carry into my bathroom. A quick wash with the bidet got the worse of it cleaned out. The long, thin shower wand, which she pushed up deeply into herself when I was trying to only go in a bit, washed the rest out. She checked inside to find she couldn’t see any evidence that she was still having her period. I got a huge kiss and a nice fondle before she pulled me back to the office area with everyone else.
The two other maid girls spoke to her in a language no one else in the room, besides me, understood. The one I helped finish her period a day early was telling them that she had two cramps. When I helped her wash herself out, she seems to have completed her period. All three lamented that they were in the same boat as all the girls here, even the older ones. My dick was just too big yet for any of them to get inside their vaginas. The three did giggle when they said that was the only one of their three holes that they wouldn’t be able to have me inside.
The three young maids seemed to have a blast hanging out with the rest of us. Some kids did have to go back to their suites, but the two boys, three maids, Alissa, and about half of the others were able to stay here all night. I headed off to bed around two in the morning. When I awoke, I found Alissa sleeping on my chest with my morning wood against her butt crack. I had my arms around two girls with their heads on my shoulders with my hands on their hips as I held them to me.
What had woken me turned out to not have been any of the kids that were hanging out here last night or any that may have snuck in while I was sleeping. It seems it was one of the two women that I put into bed with Alissa last night.
“By all that is holy,” one of them said. “That thing is sticking four inches above that girl’s butt. I want to get rid of my cherry on this trip, but he is the only cool guy I have found here so far. That is too big for the first time.”
The girl that had started stroking me a bit said, “You got that sister. Not for my first time. Once I do it a few times, I will be ready to give something that big a try. We must get out of here before we can’t control our urges.”
“Or he wakes up. I won’t be able to walk away then,” one woman said.
I could smell two distinct scents of pussy as the two women scurried out of my room. I soon heard them dressing before they left in a hurry.
All three maids came in to gently move other sleeping girls away from my sides before working to lift Alissa off me without waking her. I slid carefully out of bed. Once we were locked in the bathroom, the three maids quickly got me off so I could pee. They all hugged and kissed me before starting to get dressed.
“That was the best time any of us have had in our lives, Darren. There was no pressure to touch, suck, lick, or get fucked anywhere, by anyone. We were just three more kids hanging out. Well, at least looked like kids. Nobody knows for sure. The people that took us in could only guess that we were all somewhere between six and eight at the time. None of us had eaten more than scraps, from trashcans behind restaurants, in over a month when they found us. We got maid outfits like the ones we use here, except we were bare under our skirts. They only fed us the little bit we needed to have the energy to clean. We didn’t mind the people looking at our bare butts. When they said we had to let them touch us a little bit, it got creepy. The first time the people that took us in told us that we had to allow people to do more than touch, that we told our bosses that we wouldn’t do it. They beat us for days, and we still refused. Fate sent us to a house where the servants disliked what our bosses told us that we had to do more than we did. Word got around quickly, so the staff at wherever we went to clean would do all sorts of things to keep us from being molested,” one maid explained. “Except for five boys, who were always very polite and nice to us after asking our permission, no one else ever got to do more than look. When our bosses found out about what was happening, they beat us many times worse than before. The ones that protected us got mad about how badly they treated us. In the middle of the night, someone drugged us before taking us from that horrid place. When we woke, we all wondered if we died from our injuries, and we were all in the next world together. Each of us had on panties under the pajamas we awoke wearing. When a man came in, we all three pushed together as we tried to move as far away from him as we could. We never expected him to sit on the far corner of the bed away from us and talk to us very softly without a bit of anger in his voice. He told us we were safe now. Breakfast was waiting for us, but we each needed to undress and stand in front of him, where he sat in a chair. The smell of food quickly made up our minds for us.”
One of the others said, “I would have put his pecker in my mouth if that meant I got to lick his dirty plates clean. For a few real bites of food, he could bugger me as much as he wanted, I like it a lot when done by someone nice who is gentle at first, so I moved to fish it out of his slacks. He wouldn’t even let me get close to him and sternly told me to stand in a specific spot with my arms down at my sides. I needed to do my best not do move, even if his touch did tickle me a little bit. I didn’t expect his light touch on my hips as he gently turned me around as he looked me over. It didn’t make me feel dirty like when other men and boys made me stand in front of them, with my skirt up, so they could grope me.”
Each girl told me how he did touch them all over, including spreading up their pink purses and using something in their buttholes. He explained to them that he had to get the full extent of how badly the people beat them and what damage they had on the inside. None of them understood what he meant when he said they were very fortunate to be virgins still. He seemed quite surprised given their cracked ribs, strained muscles, and welts covering their bodies, including on their mounds. They weren’t ready to trust him since he began rubbing something over the worst of the wounds that made them sting a lot, but then he rubbed something on them that caused the cuts not to burn anymore.
“We didn’t want to distrust him, but it was hard to believe him when he told us there was nothing required of us except to eat all we wanted and allow our bodies to heal,” one of them told me. “One day, he came to us to say we healed now, and we had a choice to make. We could go back onto the streets again, as orphans, or work for him as whatever type of servant he needed for the day. We had our a bedroom and bathroom for only the three of us, clothes that fit us properly, and amazing meals we ate until full. The closest he touched us sexually was his gently probing inside out butts to feel for tears and stuff not meant to be in there. He never told me what he found in my butt when he had me put to sleep to remove it. I know he put a tube in my bottom every day to fill it with warm water until no more would go in and then had me sit on the toilet until it all came back out. After a week, he made his finger very slippery again to check inside my butt one last time. The only time I had anyone make what went into my butt slippery was when someone else spurted in there first. His checking inside my butt felt so nice as he checked me there that I told him so. I got a stern lecture about nothing should ever go in me back there again unless it is someone like him checking us for injuries like whatever he took out of me caused. The very next other girls the others there began teaching us how to cook, care for small children, and how to clean a room or bathroom properly. After the evening meal, we each had to attend one assigned course. Every other day was self-defense classes. All the remaining days, the subject varied. Of all the classes we attended, the three of us loved the classes on being a dominatrix as it let us be in control over submissive teens and adults.”
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