The Training of Slave Girl Shana Ch. 06
2006-04-21
Shana's suspicions about whether they had been observed were confirmed the next morning, when she was awoken with a familiar banging on the ladder. Shana had been sleeping in her robe, as usual, and jumped to her knees on the floor. The Usher yanked aside the curtain, and took in her tousled hair for a moment before he spoke. "Ablutions," he said abruptly. "Then come outside. I'm waiting. "Shana rose, brushed her teeth at the pedestal sink, and stepped out onto the ladder in her tiny robe. Once out of the shower, and having dried herself in the small change room, Shana found her tunic, cleaned and waiting for her on the couch, along with her black heeled sandals. She wriggled into it and tugged down the hem as far as she could before stepping out into the corridor where the Usher waited. A draft in the corridor tickled her bareness under the tunic. "We'll go to the scullery, this morning," he simply said. Shana felt some measure of relief - it would mean being with the Caterer. It also left her feeling uneasy. She felt hungry, and decided to hope for breakfast. Shana's hopes were dashed when they walked into the kitchen to find the Understudy standing amid the pots and pans. Shana stopped, and fell to her knees.
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The Caterer was nowhere to be seen. "Good morning, Slave Shana," he said. "Did you sleep well?" Shana nodded. The Usher strode out of sight, and returned with a glass of orange juice. He handed it to the Understudy. "Would you like some breakfast, then, Slave Shana?" the Understudy asked. There was a menacing tone in his voice. Shana hesitated, than nodded. The Understudy walked over to her, slowly, carrying the juice. "Well good, then. Why don't you start with a nice glass of orange juice?" Shana didn't move. Nothing at that moment felt right, and without thinking, she shook her head. The Understudy cocked an eyebrow. "Was that a 'no'?" he asked. "Answer out loud.Escorts Europe - European Escorts Directory of escorts girls and escorts agencies in Europe. Escorts List. Escorts Reviews. European escorts services.
Don't shake your head at me. ""No," she replied meekly. "No? No that was a yes, or no that was a no? Perhaps yes, that was a no? Or you don't know?""No, sir," she said, her voice shaking. "So give that to me in a full sentence. No, sir, I don't want some orange juice. "Shana breathed in, shakily. "No, sir, I don't want some orange juice. ""Well, there we go. That wasn't so hard, was it?"Shana shook her head. "No, sir," she quickly answered. "No, sir, that was hard? Or, no sir, that wasn't hard? I like full sentences, sometimes, Slave Shana, particularly when I'm in a rotten mood. ""No, sir, that wasn't hard," she said quickly. "Thank you. Now drink the orange juice. "Shana hesitated.kopeles athina
Something about the way he proffered the glass was menacing. She quailed, and shook her head. "Slave Shana, you will drink this orange juice!" The glass was now being held in front of her, and the kitchen was silent, except for the sounds of the Usher's footsteps as he strode around directly behind Shana. Shana looked at the floor, unmoving, shaking like a cornered doe. "Alright, then," said the Understudy, and put the glass on the counter next to him. Then he nodded at the Usher. Two gloved hands seized Shana's head. One on her forehead, the other on her lower jaw. The Usher forced her head back until Shana was staring at the bright lights on the ceiling. Her jaw was forced open by the Usher's other hand. Shana gagged, and her hands went reflexively up to grasp the Usher's. Her breathing was ragged and raspy in the silence that followed. The Understudy stepped forward again, leaned down, and seized the notched collar of her tunic. With a powerful jerk of his large hands, he tore it open down the front of her chest. Shana squeaked in fright.Independent Escorts in Greece NADIA VIP ESCORT Nadia is a glamorous Athens Escort girl with a fabulous body, a sexy innocent smile, and a truly naughty personality. She loves stripping off on your eyes and we love salivating at ther yummy privates. Nadia
With her mouth forced open, the sound came from her gullet, like a muted trumpet. The Understudy ripped some more, and then shucked the ripped collar down off her shoulders, baring her shoulders, her collarbone, and the top of her cleavage. Her tunic now resembled a twisted parody of an off-the-shoulder party dress with a plunging neckline. The Understudy reached back and took the glass of orange juice. "Let me tell you a story," he said to Shana in a conversational tone. "A long time ago, I was captured by a ragged little bunch of Separatists near Les Coteux. I was part of a federalist service battalion. We'd been fixing an Iltus jeep off of highway 338 when we were ambushed. "I knew how to use my rifle better than my colleagues, of course, and I was the only one who survived the fire fight. My gun jammed, so the Separatists were happy to relieve me of it and hit me with it. They dragged me to a little house in the middle of nowhere, by the Delisle River and interrogated me. It was mid-July, and sweltering. I knew very little, of course, but they figured they could make me talk just the same. "So the leader of the group - a big, fat, sweaty, mustached fellow – cranked my mouth open with an oral speculum of some sort. It must have been for a horse.Adult Friendfinde selection of horny single girls from Kuala Lumpur, Malaysia. They advertise with sexy images to find casual sex dates in the shadow of KL Towers and elsewhere.
I couldn't close my jaws. And then from a bag, he drew out the biggest, fattest water snake I have ever seen.Pornstars escorts, Pornescorts
"That bite felt like a bomb going off inside me. I felt like my stomach had ruptured. I can tell you that a northern water snake isn't poisonous. But their saliva contains an anticoagulant. So my stomach began to bleed for the next five hours. They pulled the snake out, and they let me throw up all the blood. It was pink and foamy, and I kept throwing up, and then I'd throw up some more. I thought I would bleed to death. But I didn't. I lost a lot of blood, but I didn't. "The Understudy brought the glass of orange juice to Shana's forced-open mouth. "I had to explain this to the Caterer, too. What a fighter. But I think he's learned, and he has more to learn shortly. So the moral of my story is," and the Understudy tilted the glass, "don't fight it, slave.shemale escort france escort agencies bulgaria escorts istanbul escorts shemale in dubai tranny escort cinzia bruni escort escorts en paris
"Shana choked and gagged as he poured the juice down her throat. She coughed up a third of it, which ran in rivulets over her lips, over the gloves of the Usher, and down the front of her bared throat and cleavage. She struggled fiercely, making raw, garrotting sounds, but in the end, she was forced to swallow most of it in order to avoid inhaling it. The Usher let her go, and she collapsed on the tiled floor, the front her ripped tunic soaked. She coughed and spluttered, and felt the cold tiles on her bare legs and hips. Then, quite predictably, she felt the dizziness, and slipped into darkness. * * * Shana came out of her haze and felt cool metal against her face. Blurry shapes around her slowly resolved into recognizable objects: the doorway, the cement floor, and the Caterer, shackled to the wall. The expression on his face was one of complete defeat. Shana blinked, and stared at him in confusion. "Ma petite belle fleur! Je suis trés désolé. . . " he whispered. "Daniel.sabrina taylor escort alena escort escort city kelly wilde shemale
. . ?" Shana asked in confusion and tried to move. She found she was pinned at the waist. It dawned on her, then, where she was. "Ah, good, Slave Shana, you're back with us," said a familiar voice. Shana snapped her head around and found the Understudy and the Usher standing behind the console of the machine. She knew then that she was pinned, on the same cold slab of metal where she had been violated before. She had been strapped to the table on her stomach, instead of her back. She lay there, her cheek against the cold metal, her bare legs behind her, the heels of her sandals and her rear facing the ceiling. Her newly-ripped tunic was hitched a couple of inches up over her bare rear. The piston had not yet come to life, but rested inert at the end of the table, long, gleaming, and nestled in its mesh of hydraulics. Shana turned her head back to the Caterer. "Daniel!" she whimpered plaintively. The Caterer struggled against his manacles, but he was completely and firmly shackled.tatyana adoos ve escort vodca escort
"I think perhaps it would be better if the Caterer watched this time," said the Understudy. "He might better understand your role here. ""Oh no, oh no, oh no," she said, her eyes welling up as she shook her head. "No, not this, not this!""Yes, this," said the Understudy. "I promise you, the stretching will be deep!"The Usher nodded in agreement, and then looked over the Understudy's shoulder. "The Clinician has arrived," the Usher said. The Understudy turned towards the door to see the Clinician stride in. "I'm not too late, I assume?" said the Clinician, taking in the sight of Shana strapped to the table. "No, no," said the Understudy in an oddly collegial tone. "Please join us over here. I believe the Caterer is unfamiliar with this treatment, so this should be quite instructional. " The Clinician glanced at the Caterer bemusedly as he picked his way around the table. He stopped at Shana's side and inspected her between her legs. Shana whimpered in terror. "Hmmm, not too bad," he said casually.d\'escorte a Paris
"Try to relax this time, and it shouldn't hurt as much. " He rubbed her pussy briefly with a finger and patted her bare bum reassuringly. Then he squeezed in behind the console and talked with the Usher quietly. The Understudy turned back to Shana and the Caterer. "I should think by now you'd have learned your places," he said. He looked at the Caterer and stabbed a finger in his direction. "You I'm especially disappointed in. I expect this will help you to understand. " Shana sobbed loudly. The Caterer looked down at the floor. "Good," said the Understudy after a pause. "Then let's begin. " "Nooo!" screamed Shana. The Understudy turned and nodded at the Usher, who flipped the switch. "You can't! You can't! You can't!" Shana shrieked.She struggled as she felt metal on her bare thighs. The piston was moving up between her legs, pushing them apart roughly. Shana beat her hands on the table and kicked furiously to free herself. Her waist was pinned firmly down, however, and all the wiggling and squirming, and struggling up on her forearms did not help. "Daniel! Help me! Help me!" she cried. The Caterer looked horrified and stricken as he realized what was about to happen. He tried to say something, tried to reassure her, and strained at his bonds, but he stopped, and his face froze in horror, as he watched the expression on Shana's face abruptly change. Sure enough, the piston found Shana's groove, found the entrance to her vagina, and pushed its way in. Shana's face contorted, and she screamed. She screamed again. She grabbed the front of the table. Her bare legs went rigid, and she arched her feet. Her eyes bulged.
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