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Chap 14:- Cleaning out
Some cleaning occurs and we revisit the 13th new slave .
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During the next few days things settled into a bit of a routine. The bitches were getting used to a steady cycle of use and abuse, physical sexual and psychological. They were still unhappy with what was happening to them but getting resigned to it with hardly a complaint. This even applied to July, September, October and December, who all were suffering heavy physical punishment for their behaviour. September and December were having trouble walking and all four were losing weight under the treatment. July and October were getting primarily breast punishment, and their orbs looked beautiful, multiple layers of bruises, black overlaying the yellow of the fading earlier ones. Despite their growing familiarity with pain they winced when cropped and even more when stretched across the table. Of the A shift only April, still being broken from its masochistic streak, was suffering comparatively. This had meant the A shift was already up to a 45 minute cycle on the cunt exercises. Despite the extra time they were still taking less blows than the batter pussies of the B shift.
In other ways behaviour had improved. Despite a range of additives there was no longer any complaints about their foodstuff, which was all eaten quietly and obediently. Orders were obeyed promptly and without objection. They were compliant when I groped them and even the occasional blows, less now they were properly submissive, were taken with nothing more than a gasp or moan. The sluts were even trying to make sex better for me, no doubt to minimise their treatment but the habits were being established. The night before I had given them a small reward by permitting them to be uncuffed for the night and none had abused the privilege. When I had finally permitted August to deep throat me it had raised no objection and given a good blow job, despite the obvious continued pain from its sore gums.
However the stench was now strong as their bodies were filthy with accumulative grime, piss, cum etc. Therefore I had directed the tutors to prepare a first wash cycle.
I was rotating the order in which sluts were being called for processing depending on what they had done from the previous day and, more importantly, my mood. Today it was the B shift 1st and I decided to start with October.
It crawled along the normal route but found itself going past the entrance to the processing room and into a smaller room a little further along. Here it was ordered to stand then tightly bound in a vertical spread-eagle, hands high above its head and ankles widely separated . It could probably tell from the sounds that Carol had been joined by another tutor and hear them preparing equipment.
The two hoses hit it hard, the icy water shocking it as the slaves played them across its front torso, face and legs, then Jane moved to spread across its rear while Carol continued to play across its front, concentrating on its cunt, thighs and tits. After a few minutes it was soaked and shivering with the cold and a couple of minutes later they turned off the hoses briefly. It shook from the cold and shock while they prepared the next stage.
This time the water was warm and steadily grew hotter. It was bathed for several minutes until its flesh was red from the heat and only the occasional spray into its cocksucker kept it quiet. Finally it was left hanging exhausted and scorched.
The bitches returned with flannels and soap to attack October's flesh rubbing it down and paying especial attention to breasts, arse and cunt. The strong soap stung at its flesh, especially when applied to its cunt but cleaned up most of the dirty. A cheap shampoo was applied to the tangled mesh that was the hair protruding from its hood and probably some seeping down to its eyes.
Finally the slut was largely cleaned and was given a final 5 minute hosing down with cold water. This not only washed away the soap and chilled it to the bone but served one very good hygienic purpose. An old trick learnt from Roman times, that warm water opened the pores, easing the cleaning then a cold sock to close them up again.
When October was released from its shackles it collapsed to the floor and it took several minutes before the bitch could crawl to its appointment. I had been watching on the monitors and was ready when it crawled into the room, much cleaner and less smelly than before.
It was soft to the touch and I enjoyed playing with its boobs while it was tied up. Given the quantity of bruises they carried even the light touch I used made it squirm with the pain but far less than later when I cropped them and then ordered it down on its belly so its arse could be lashed. It moaned considerably during this and the later fuck by was growing used to the ordeal.
Finally came the stage it was really terrified of. After it had cleaned my cock and swallowed the condom Carol unbound its feet and turned it around so its battered boobs faced away from the table, then tied it firmly again.
I stepped close enough for it to feel my breath then asked "Well?"
It shuddered again and the head dropped. After a couple of seconds it spoke, the words almost inaudible. "Please master, punch my breasts."
I responded rapidly, meeting its request with two hard punches, first to the left and then the right boob. Each time it screamed at the blow and sobbed, hanging forward a little despite Carol kneeling on the table behind it and gripping its shoulders firmly.
After a minute or so its breathing steadied and its head rose again. It opened its cocksucker, gulped and faltered once then pleaded "Please master, hit my breasts again." It then gave a loud sob, followed by a scream as my fist compressed its left breast again.
Before I could strike the 2nd blow it sobbed out, "please, no more." My fist frozen in mid-air and I gave it a couple of seconds then said. "Do you mean that slut?" A note of menace in my voice.
It exhaled in fear and after a couple of seconds said "I'm sorry master. Please. Forgive me and... and hit me again."
I obliged, the fact the blow struck its right breast giving it some consolation if it could tell that amidst all the pain. That meant I had allowed it that small hesitation, rather than insisting on starting the sequence again.
After a couple of minutes its legs steadied and although its breath was still laboured with pain its head rose. I waited and after a few more seconds it said "Please master, hit my breasts again."
"Sure bitch?" I asked. The implicit warning was that I would not be so generous again and if it interrupted the sequence then I would insist the 1st strike was invalid. It paused for a few seconds then nodded glumly. I however made it repeat the verbal request to confirm the situation. This time I hit the right breast 1st, both for variety and the small element of surprise this generated. It howled again then its head dropped and it sobbed more loudly. I waited but it made no complaint and after a few seconds straightened slightly and offered its left breast. I positioned myself and it cried out again as my knuckles sank into its soft flesh.
Its body sagged in Carol's grip again and this time it sobbed for about 3 minutes. I finally raised a hand and touched its left shoulder. It flinched and sheer terror stopped its crying for a few seconds. Then it shook its head wearily and said weakly "I'm sorry master, I can't take any more."
"You can if I choose." I said and it sobbed but after a couple of seconds straightened its body, preparing for the next blow.
"However, as I said, you would have to beg for the blows to count." It took a second or two for the words to sink in and then it sagged slightly, exhaling in relief.
"What do you say bitch?"
It gave a brief groan then said "Thank you master. I ... I look forward to paying off ore of my debt tomorrow."
When I had seen it the day after its attempt to subvert my slaves I had offered as punishment 50 punches to each breast, spread over a month. I had made clear a few restrictions however. For each day that the debt was outstanding one more punch of interest would be added, which would mean it would have to take at least one a day to break even. For any day it took none the total would increase by 3. Any outstanding deficit would be paid off in one lump sum when the time period was used up. This gave the bitch an incentive to pay off the debt before then, preferably as early as possible to minimise the total pain. At the same time that would mean accepting more in the short term and especially as it didn't know what July was going through, or the other sluts, it would probably seem an unendurable ordeal.
To add mental burdens to the physical ones I not only gave it the opportunity to say how many blows it would take each day I insisted it beg for each. Also that any objection prior to both blows being inflicted would render both null and void. That prompted its desperation to apologise for its hasty words
It had made the mistake on that first day of begging for mercy so I had told it I would increase the payment period to two months but the debt would also increase to 80 punches. After that it had remembered the old adage about being in a hole and stopped digging. Realising it had no way out but to accept any punishment I chose to give it. That 1st day it had only been able to take one punch before quitting but, despite the deteriorating conditions of its boobs it was now running at slightly over 2.5 punches a day. At that rate, despite the point per day penalty it would pay off the debt slightly early, if its breasts could continue to take the punishment.
.Previous days it would have been released by now and allowed to crawl back to its cage. I noticed it get more and more nervous as seconds turned into a couple of minutes. Finally I laughed briefly and said "You're right slut. There is something else for you today."
It tensed in anticipation then gasped in amazement and surprise at what happened next as Carol knelt between its thighs and started playing its tongue over the sluts cunt. Initial amazement turned to delight and relaxation as the pleasant feelings sweep over it. I knew after so long with just pain and humiliation it would be very vulnerable to such treatment and within a couple of minutes it was starting to gasp and shake with pleasure.
Carol stopped before it came and pulled back to display its handiwork, even as October scowled and twitched in frustration. Its shaven cunt was damp with moisture and most noticeably its clit was protruding and damp with excitement. Carol gave a look of relief as it had not welcomed the job but quietly picked up the small tube placed on the floor. The end fitted over October's clit and it gave a tremor of surprise as the suction pump was turned on and its clit was subjected to a steady pull that gradually drew it further out of its cover. It may not have found the sensation too unpleasant, at least compared to much it had undergone since becoming my property, but was confused and concerned. It made a brief attempt to speak but a light slap to a breast made it jerk with pain and reminded it to remain silent.
After a couple on minutes Carol pulled back slightly to give me a clear view of October's extended slit and I nodded my satisfaction. The pump was cut off and it relaxed slight, only to moan in pain as the pump head, still attached by a vacuum, as released, its weight pulling down on the clit. It swung for a couple of minutes before settling and October was now clearly uncomfortable, any pleasure banished by the pain.
Carol now increased this by looping a cord of cotton around the base of the clit and pulling it tight, then tying a knot in it. October squealed with the pain and buckled but bound as it was could do nothing and by setting the pump swinging again only increased its pain.
After a couple of minutes I approached and looked more closely. Its clit had swollen further with the blood supply, leaving the cord biting deep into it. I nodded and Carol released the suction on the pump and allowed it to slide off. October gave a sign of relief at the loss of the weight.
I bent over the slut and said warningly in its ear. "This is going to hurt but you will be still understand!" It nodded nervously. I continued, "and whatever you do you will not piss. Is that clear!" I emphasised this by grabbing its jaw firmly. It flinched and managed a brief nod.
I picked up the needle and holding the clit between fingers of my left hand slowly started pushing the needle through it. This prompted a cry of pain from October, then a brief spray of blood as the metal penetrated. I slowly forced it through until the end and then a full inch protruded through the far side. It gave a yell as I pulled the needle out again, prompting another spurt of blood.
I picked up another piece of metal, this time T shaped, pushing the shorter end through the wound. It squirmed again and I freed my left hand for a second to slap its thigh and order "Still!" It shivered but obeyed as Carol handed me the second piece of metal, a simple short bar. The end of the T joint fitted onto a hold in the centre of this, turning the two into a H shape, the centre piece piercing the sluts clit. A tiny Allen key locked it in place and I held out my hand. Carol placed a sharp scalpel in my hand and I carefully cut the cotton, only slightly nicking its flesh in the process. It cried out again but quietly now and began to sob again. I returned the scalpel to Carol, briefly flicked the clit piercing briefly with a finger, bring a small cry from October then rose.
The attachment achieved two purposes. Its H shape exposed the head of its clit and prevented it withdrawing behind the protective hood. The sensitive flesh would be freely available to either the lightest touch or any punishment I chose to deliver. I knew it would notice the difference the next time its cunt was strapped after its cunt exercises this afternoon. Also the added weight, most noticeably the short central bar with a lead filling, would constantly pull down and lengthen the clit.
There would be another use although it wouldn't find out about this for a few days. Once the wound had healed up enough the slut's knees would gain a little rest as it would no longer be crawling as much for a while. However it would find out how useful the clit piercing was as a hitching point for a leash and how easy it would be to control it by a couple of tugs.
I slapped its left breast, relatively gently but in its battered state hard enough to make it gasp and its back arc in pain. "Be silent slut!" It gasped, shuddered then keep silent and after a few seconds I motioned to Carol who started untying it. Once it was unbound it sank onto its knees and after a couple of seconds lowered its torso until its hands were also on the floor. Carol then picked up its leash and with a brief tug started to led it away. The slut's head slumped again and it followed pitifully, its head and shoulders slumped.
The rest of the day went fairly smoothly. The drenching each slut received seemed to tame them further. Possibly partly they were relieved to be cleaner, at least for the moment, partly the extra strain of leaving them chilled and soaked draining them further. Each were pierced without noticeable problems although both September and December might have fears about how much it would increase their pain when their cunts were kicked later in the evening. April and September were both given a chance to supply a ride but I still lacked a successful trip across the room, although April got to within 3 feet before it collapsed. September got less than 5 before it fell and I made it drag me another 5 before I took pity on it and allowed it to crawl the rest of the way. I think it was definitely beginning to regret its hostile words.
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There was however one break in mid-day when I went with Sandra to check on Shit's progress. Before it opened the door I placed a mask over my face, to provide some protection against the smell but even so was stunned by the odour that struck me when the door opened. Even Sandra staggered, a sign of how bad it was.
The bitch was still imprisoned in its tube but much less of it could be seen under the gathering filth that cloaked so much of it. Like the other new slaves it had been offered food since the completion of the 1st cycle of processing, although in its case things were slightly different. It only received one meal a day, although the quantity was doubled as the tin of dogfood was well mixed with an equal quantity of shit. The 1st day it had been offered the bitch had rejected it after an initial taste. Following orders the tutor serving it then had made no attempt to force it to eat, simply giving it 10 minutes voltage to its cunt, then depositing the foot on its head, prior to closing the feeding trail and leaving the slut. The following day, although it had drunk its piss flavoured fluid it had again refused the food. The same policy had been followed and its head was virtually buried in a mixture of dog food and shit. On the 3rd day either hunger or despair had weakened it and it had tried to eat but vomited up most of the material. This had earned it another shock spell but only of 5 minutes and at a lower setting. Since then it had eaten and, after a couple more painful lessons stopped trying to question its feeder.
This was only the 2nd time I had visited it since it was installed and while Sandra fuelled it I examined it ore closely. After so long in such cramped conditions its lower limbs were starting to wither and I knew it would no longer be able to stand. Without the serum it would almost certainly be dying and it would take time, once the slave was released, before it would regrow enough muscle and sinew to be capable of walking again. The state of its cunt, after so long with the probe deep inside it would also be poor, heavily lacerated and bruised. I had stopped having wildlife added after the 1st couple of days as those already on it, some breeding happily, were doing effect damage for my aim. Overall it was largely covered in shit, and kneeling in a thin layer, with a couple of inches of its piss above this, further increasing its discomfort. However I had plans to make things even worse for it later.
After drinking it was fed, slowly eating the disgusting mixture with grimaces of distaste and a general demeanour of despair. Its teeth were filthy and a think coat of slim was visible on its tongue when that appeared and I knew that allowing it to feed only after eating meant it was unable to wash the taste away so it would linger throughout most of the day.
Once the feeding was finished Sandra closed the hatch, but then also slide the cover over, closing the breathing vent. It then bent and uncoupled the cable that fed power to the cunt probe, meaning the bitch could no longer be electrocuted. It then clasped its arms around the tube and started tilting it. Shit noticed the movement and started to struggle as much as it could in its tightly restrained position, unaware of what was going on. This made Sandra's task more difficult, although Shit's ability to do more than rock slightly was limited. However it was not too surprising that the tube dropped the last few degrees with a clatter and although the bitch jerked and obviously cried out in pain nothing could be heard through the canister. As well as the blow to its shoulder as it fell I knew it would be hurt far worse by the movement of the prong deep up its cunt, as its tilting weight drove that against its flesh and the fall rocked it further.
Sandra stepped back to one side and I approached the tube. Shit was lying on one side, lifting its head upwards to keep it as clear as possible of the piss and slime that was flowing along the tube from where it had gathered on what had been the bottom. This was enough to dip the bulk of the right breast in piss, which probably helped clear it a little.
I waited a minute or so, to allow it to realise its helplessness, unable to move much without increasing the pain it was suffering and with its head starting to dip as the strain on its neck built up. Then I placed the sole of one foot on the tube and pushed. I saw its cocksucker open in surprise as the tube rolled away from me, throwing it onto its back with a splash and no doubt wrenching its cunt again. It's right flank started to rise as it rolled further and desperately struggling as it realised it was shortly going to be on its front. Those struggles failed as it continued to tilted further and its upper body flopped again, this time face down. I was following up and noticed its face start to rise again, spitting out some of the material that had obviously entered its cocksucker and its hair, further coated with filth cloaking its face.
The tube came to a rest with the bitch roughly on its back, tilted slightly to its left hand side. Its weight might have rolled it until it was on its back, however my foot on the tube kept it in position. Here I knew it would be more uncomfortable, its back twisted under its own weight and also the probe helping crush the bitched cunt by the weight of its own body dragging it down.
I left it there a minute or so then motioned Sandra to place its own, bare, foot on the other side of the tube, then backed off a couple of paces. On my nod Sandra gave a shove itself the and tube followed back towards me. This gave me a great view of the slut as it tilted back towards me, cocksucker opening in despair, then closing in panic as it realised its head was dropping back into the mess flowing along the moving bottom of its cage.
Sandra had less power than me and the roll came to a end with the bitch on its left side, facing away from me. This dragged its body down but the position was unstable and I saw it jerk its body to try and make sure it fell face up. My boot stopped any movement while I watched it desperately thrashing, then grow exhausted and stop. I smiled, gave it a few more seconds then gave a small shove and watched the tube roll slowly away. I could not see its face but could imagine its cocksucker open in despair then rapidly close as it fell forward.
I left it face down in the shit desperately trying to lift its head high enough it could breath. This was manageable but it only took a couple of minutes for its head to jerk with the strain, then repeatedly drop into the much and rise again. As it started to tire I applied my boot again, rolling the bitch through roughly 540 degrees rocking it, yanking again at its cunt and well mixing the disgusting mess in the tube but leaving it gasping with relief on its back.
We played with it for about ten more minute, rolling it face down a couple more times, although for shorter periods as it tired. More often rolling it backwards and forwards across the room. By the end it was probably quite dizzy and a couple of times it vomited, either because it has swallowed more material or simply was so sickened by the continual rotation.
Finally, after about twenty minutes we rolled it back to the start point and Sandra crouched and laboriously tilted the tube back to an upright position. A little careful shuffling positioned it so Sandra could reconnect the cable and gave it 5 minutes current on a medium setting, both to increase its suffering and make clear that the current was restored.
The vent was reopened, as the air would have started to become stale and we heard it wailing. Sandra snapped "Silent slut" and gave it 10 seconds at a high current as a warning and the exhausted slave fell quiet.
The sight was impressive, although the smell with the vent reopened was appalling. Now the bitch lounged on its knees virtually totally coated with shit. In places it was thinned by the piss so the colour of its skin was visible below the coating but more commonly was a thick and sticky brown. Its hair, hanging lankly to breast height, was coated thickly and helped keep its head masked. Also it was visibly exhausted and looked totally shattered.
I smiled as I left, glad to escape the stench of the room, as was Sandra. Later I directed the tutors that two of them would supervise each feeding, which brought a grimace from at least two of them. This would be followed by a rolling session. Also occasionally the fluid would be drained from the tank so it didn't get too deep. This could be done via a capped hole in the base of the tube when it was on its side.
I had a quick shower before my own lunch to remove the smell and then prepared to face the A shift for the afternoon session, checking up briefly on their performance in the morning exercises. I still had one other little surprise for the sluts planned for the evening.
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After the afternoon session and a muted meal, eat in silence despite my continual groping, especially of their new clothing, although the clit bars were only briefly twitched for the moment. The sluts were returned to their cells for their evening toiletry then stored in their cages.
About 30 minutes later the tutors visited their cells and selected one from each pair. It was extracted from the cage and ordered to hands and knees and then directed towards the toilet bucket. By this time most of those were filled to nearly the brim with the accumulated piss and shit. The bitches sought to sheer away from this, probably both because of the smell and because they feared that they might end up with their heads plunged into the bucket. It took a good crack or two across the arse for a couple of them, aided by me nipping from room to room adding my verbal orders, for then to finally position themselves heads over the buckets. Only December needed my personal intervention, with a brief snarl of anger and a light kick to its arse, to assume the position. It may have been encouraged by the knowledge it still had to do its punishment cycle and hence was doubly concerned not to anger me. Fears were probably intensified by their positioning, heads directly above the buckets and then receiving the orders by their tutors "open cocksuckers."
The buckets were simple metal ones, their base sinking a couple of inches into depressions in the floor to make them easier to knock over. Their handles were also plain metal, although the central portion was clocked in a wooden cladding. Bitch heads were now twisted to a vertical position, then the handle lifted and rotated until it was placed between its teeth. Quite and firm instructions were issued by the tutors.
"In a couple of seconds you will be ordered to lift. You will rise to a standing position. You may use you're hands to help yourself but may not touch the bucket with them. When upright you will fold you're wrists behind you so they can be cuffed."
"You will hold the bucket firmly. Do not drop it as it will be a mess you are responsible for. You know what that means so if you have a taste for shit feel free. Understand!"
The bitches nodded as firmly as they could with their cocksuckers full and the tutors stepped back and ordered "Stand!"
It took a couple of minutes to get all the bitches standing and their wrists cuffed. You could see their necks already straining as their jaws clamped tightly to hold the buckets resting partly on their tits. I could see their nostrils flaring as they were forced to breath in deeply to fuel the activity, giving them a strong short of the shit in the buckets they were carrying.
The sluts were then ordered to move and led out of their cells and right along the passage to a section they had not been in before. The room opened up directly onto the cesspit and the 6 bitches, February, April, May, July, October and December were lined up about 3' from the edge of the pit, although not in that order. I dismissed 3 tutors, leaving only Kathy, Jane and Carol with me as the others were unnecessary.
After they were assembled into a rough line I briefly examined them for a minute or so. Several were struggling already to hold their grips on the heavy buckets and for April, July and October with their battered boobs there was the extra discomfort of them being crushed against their chests by the buckets.
I spoke, "In a moment July will take a step forward and when instructed slave Jane will take its bucket and empty it. July will do nothing except stand quietly until the bucket is returned at which point it will hold it again. Do NOT think you can drop the bucket because its empty bitch. If you do we will find out how clean you can lick its inside. That applies to all you sluts. Do I make myself clear!" A couple tried nodding their understanding but most struggled just to hold their burden.
"Step forward July". It took a nervous step forward and Jane reached up and grasped the ends of the bucket handle protruding from both side of its cocksucker. It took the weight and July took a deep breath of relief at the removal of the weight, despite the fact it inhaled from the air above the bucket. I had stepped behind July and the room echoed to the two ringing slaps I gave to July's rear cheeks, one from the palm of each hand. It jerked slightly and gave a small cry but steadied itself and shut its cocksucker to avoid crying out. My hands closed to start a series of brutal pinches on its cheeks and continued doing this for the next couple of minutes. It grunted and suppressed cries a couple of times and fidgeted under the attack by wisely made no attempt to complain.
While I did this Jane knelt down and tipped the contents of the bucket into the pit. It then rearranged its grip so that it held the bucket by the rim around its base and lowered it. The wooden handle and parts of the metal sides were dipped in the pool and Jane swilled the bucket about until the region was well soaked. It then rose and carefully adjusted its grip until it held the ends of the handle and approached July.
"Open!" I ordered even as I continued to pinch July. It's cocksucker open, although a couple of especially fierce pinches brought a short whimper from it and its jerked its head slightly.
"Hold still cunt!" It steadied and despite some more pinches kept stationary and after about 5 seconds I nodded to Jane. It brought the bucket forward and pushed the handle between July's jaws. The latter instinctively closed on the weight, then it gagged and started to open then again. I stopped pinching with my right hand and slapped its cheek hard and said "Grip!" It's jaws tightened, although I could see around the corner of its face that its lips were wrinkling in disgust at the taste it was subjected to.
I continued pinching its arse for another minute or two then let my hands drop, stepped back and ordered it to step back as well. Circling around I was able to see it from the front properly. Although the weight was much less the taste of the handle obviously revolted it. However it dare not drop the bucket because it was confident I would make good on my threat,
"Now we will take 5 minutes break and then do the rest of you sluts." There was a suppressed groan from the other sluts, muted as much by the difficulty of continuing to hold the buckets as by fear of my anger.
The 5 minutes took a long time to pace for the straining sluts but finally they passed and I looked briefly down the line. "February, step forward." It nervously stepped forward and as I moved behind it I motioned Kathy forward again to take the bucket. I reminded the bitch of what it would have to do then, once Kathy had take the weight of the bucket I slapped February's attractive arse and then began to pinch it. It let out one yelp but then managed to keep mute while Kathy emptied the bucket then, following Jane's led soaked the handle. I took less time with February, motioning Kathy to return the bucket virtually as soon as it had soaked the handle satisfactorily. Similarly I only continued to pinch it for about 30 seconds before letting go and ordering it to drop back.
We worked through the other bitches, May, April, October and December, each tutor emptying and soaking a couple of buckets and returning them to their holders. Finally I had a line of naked sluts, relieved at the reduced weight but scouring in revulsion at the foul taste in their cocksuckers. I now gave them some details, both for the information and to keep them waiting a little longer.
"Every few days we will have a trip to empty you're shit buckets. Each time one of you will follow the simple procedure that has just been displayed. The bitch selected from each cell will be that which has been worse behaved in the days since the last shit run. Therefore, if you don't like what you're just done start behaving better sluts. Now back to you're cells bitches. "
I had summoned the other tutors and the six each selected their charge and led them back to their cells. The buckets were returned, again without hands touching them but a grip on their hair allowed the tutors to direct them into place. Then the bitches were led back into their cages. As time was getting short Carol moved directly to remove September for its nightly circle.
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