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 Disclaimer: The following story is fictional.  No resemblance to any
person, living or dead, is neither intended nor should be inferred.
Reba is led by a leash.  Her hands are still brutally cuffed behind her
back.  When the arrive at the BDSM studio, Reba is again aware of her
burning thirst and nagging hunger.  After a few minutes wait, a brunette
matron named Thelma comes to greet them.  She looks over Reba and exclaims:

"This is a new girl.  Has she even been trained?"

   "No Mam," one of the male guards answers.

   "What is Lorna doing sending me this girl?" Thelma asks.

   "We don't know, Mam," the other guard responds.  "We were told to bring
her here."

   "Oh, OK," Thelma utters.  "Help me get her strapped to the gynecological
chair." Reba blanches and nearly faints.  She recalls her earlier
experience at intake.  The two guards waste no time in strapping Reba in
place.  They then take their leave to the lounge while Thelma does her
thing with Reba.

   Reba begs Thelma: "Can a girl have some water?  She is burning with
thirst."

   Thelma brings a glass of water to the girl.  Reba looks up with grateful
eyes and says: "Thank you, Mistress."

   "See this egg-like object?" Thelma asks Reba.

   "Yes, Mistress," Reba answers.

   "I will insert it into your uterus this morning.  It will let us track
you and read your vital signs as well.  In particular, we can determine
when you climax.  You cannot fake an orgasm." Thelma informs Reba.  Reba
wonders how such as large device can be inserted into her womb.  Then
Thelma brings forth a spreading device and begins inserting it into Reba's
pussy.  Reba cries out in pain.  Her vagina has already endured torture
from Warden Lorna.  Thelma is not deterred.  She inserts the device and
then angles an expanding tip into Reba's cervix.  As the mucus plug is
broken and the narrow neck is expanded, Reba breaks into a sweat.  The pain
is so intense that she cannot even breath.  Reba blacks out as the "egg" is
forced into her uterus.

   When she awakes, Reba notices that her crotch is wet.  It is blood from
the dilated cervix.  Thelma summons the guards to unstrap Reba and cuff her
hands behind her back again.  Reba's legs won't support her.  Thelma lets
her sit on the floor for a while until she is revived enough to stand.  Her
day at the BDSM studio has just begun.  Now the cadre need to calibrate the
transducer "egg." Reba is brought over to the bathtub.  Thelma feels that
Reba has endured enough for one day, having the transducer egg inserted
without anesthesia.  Thelma has the guards wash her and dry her.  She is
about to feed Reba and return her to her cell when Warden Lorna comes in.

   "Did you wire her up?" Lorna asks.  She is referring to the wireless
transducer inserted in Reba's womb.

   "Yes, Lorna," Thelma replies.  "But I think that she is spent.  I was
about to feed her and return her to her cell."

   "Let's see if she wants her breasts fondled?" Lorna asks.  Reba kneels
and arches her back, presenting her teats for Lorna's use.  Lorna smiles.
"Too bad you had to spit in my face, Reba." She motions for the two guards
to suspend Reba for punishment.  They tie her hands above her head, spread
her legs with a leg spreader, and pull her hands up by a chain hoist from
the ceiling.  Lorna looks over the switches and riding crops at a nearby
table.  Nothing seems to please her.  Then she asks one of the guards for
his black leather belt.

   "Should I start with your back or your front, Reba?" Lorna asks.  Reba
is silent.  "The back is good," Lorna concludes.  With that she lays a hard
blow across Reba's shoulders.  Reba convulses and pulls against her
constraints.  The pain shoots through her body and the blow leaves a bright
red mark.  The second blow crosses Reba's buttocks.  She screams in pain.
Lorna goes over to the utilities table and gets some latex gloves.  She
tries to spread Reba's buttocks, but Reba resists; she is trying to defend
her Glory of Glories, her tiny brown star.

   "Oh my," Lorna murmurs, "are we going to have fun now.  Each time you
fail to allow my examination, I will strike your buttocks.  Understood
Reba?"

   "Yes Mistress," Reba responds, "I will try and relax and permit
penetration."

   Lorna tries again but Reba pinches her ass cheeks together.  The belt
strikes her buttocks again.  Reba coughs and shakes.  She desperately tries
to overcome the involuntary reaction of her buttocks.  Lorna tries a third
time and manages to reach Reba's anus.  She shoves two non-lubricated
fingers deep into Reba's rectum.  "That is better girl," she chuckles. 
"Now let's do the front."

   Lorna aims for Reba's breasts.  "No way will these be fondled, kissed,
or massaged, Reba," Lorna states.  "These will be for whipping only." With
that she strikes across both teats with the belt.  Reba knows what is
coming next.  Lorna rubs Reba's sore pussy.  Lorna practices her swing
several times, trying to find the perfect arc, the ideal path for the belt
to follow.  With full, circular motioin Lorna connects with Reba's vulva.
Reba falls unconscious from pain.  Lorna arouses her by bitch slapping her
face until she revives.

   "Take this slut to her cell," Lorna commands the guards.  They hustle
Reba back to her cell.  Once there she is fed and watered.  She wraps up in
a fetal position.

   The morning comes too soon.  The metal-on-metal sound of the sliding
panel in the steel door awakens Reba.  Despite her painful condition she
hurries to place her back to the door and offer her wrists for cuffing.  A
guard cuffs her wrists; she is grateful that it is not Lorna.  The matrons
seem to take some perverse pleasure in locking the cuffs overly tight. 
Again, the first male guard pushes three fingers into Reba's mouth as the
second male guard sets up the folding aluminum bench.  Reba is bend over
the bench and Warden Lorna forces a speculum into Reba's sore, swollen,
bruised pussy.  When the bill of the speculum touches Reba's cervix, she
screams in pain.  Lorna expands the speculum and twists it to view Reba's
most sacred inner sanctum, the narrow neck connecting her Holy of Holies to
her innermost uterus.

   "You look good," Lorna observes, "no more bleeding and the egg is firmly
imbedded.  Now to check your vital signs." Lorna collapses the speculum and
removes it.  She motions for the second guard to begin his examination of
Reba's anus and rectum.  Looking at a laptop display screen, Lorna fails to
notice that a guard has forgotten her orders and lubricated his
latex-gloved fingers before insertion.  Reba moans as Lorna checks the
video monitor.

   "Is transducer in you womb is charged by motion.  Every breath you take,
every move you make, is charging it up for you," Lorna explains.  "And it
can be shocking as well!" Lorna touches the "Zap" button and an electric
charge spikes from one end of the egg to the other.  Reba jerks and
squirms.

   Satisfied that the transducer is working properly, Lorna motions for
Reba to be brought back in a standing position.  She smiles as she asks the
girl: "What are those breasts to be used for, Reba?"

   "For whipping only, Mistress," Reba responds.

   "Very good girl," Lorna exclaims.  "Now beg for their use and abuse. 
Make me feel that you desire having your breasts slapped and twisted and
your nipples pinched and pulled."

   "Please slap and twist my teats and pinch and pull my nipples,
Mistress," Reba replies.

   "I'm not convinced," Lorna retorts.

   "But a girl said 'please,' Mistress," Reba responds.  Then she composes
another invitation.  "Please slap my breasts.  I love the feel of leather
on my exposed, unprotected, vulnerable areolas.  Please twist my teats; a
girl remembers the 'titty twister' she once had in high school.  My nipples
crave being pinched and pulled, Mistress."

   "Better," Lorna mentions, "Better, but you can be even more convincing
I'm sure." Reba trembles.  Her breasts are still bruised and sore from the
smack from the leather belt the day before.

   "Oh Mistress, a girl was dreaming last night of having her breasts
whipped.  She came and came as her teats were spanked and twisted.  Then
she had another orgasm as her nipples were pinched and pulled.  Please let
a girl have her pleasure." Reba was disgusted at having to beg for
something that she didn't want.

   "Good girl," Lorna responds.  She slaps Reba's breasts hard, seizes and
squeezes them, and then twists them hard.  She then pinches Reba's nipples
between thumbs and forefingers and pulls them up, making Reba stand on her
tiptoes.  Lorna pulls Reba to her and kisses her soft, pouty pink lips.  A
tiny drop of vaginal fluid drips from Reba's pussy.  At this particular
moment Reba realizes her sensual desires and lusts.  The kiss from Lorna
arouses Reba a maximum.  She lets her tongue dart out and Lorna recognizes
that Reba is truly a submissive slave girl at heart.

   4 Oct 2011 Taunus Trumbo