The Interns

Chapter VIII---Suckle Moves; Gets Acquainted with Dr. Mary

Miss Tamala looked in her rear view mirror as she drove home after closing the office for the day. She was looking at her two white bitches sitting in the back seat. Both had removed their shoes before getting into the car so they would not soil the floor of Miss Tamala's car as they were instructed. Both of them sat with their backs straight and their breasts pushed out as far as they could push them. Their backs were never to touch the rear of the seat. Both of them had their hands, palms down on their thighs. Miss Tamala expected nothing less then perfect posture from her bitches. Piglet was thoroughly trained in all the positions her Mistress expected her to be in at precise periods of time. Suckle was more or less following Piglet's lead and was not yet quite sure why she was required to assume certain positions.

But Miss Tamala was indeed pleased to watch Suckle following her 'sister whore's' lead because it demonstrated her natural willingness and even eagerness to be submissive. This fact would mean so much once Suckle began her intensive training.

They had already driven to the motel where Suckle had stayed the last few nights. Suckle still had her hair parted in the middle and tied up in the pony tails the way Miss Tamala had combed it earlier in the day. While her face was much cleaner then earlier, her lipstick was still smudged and her clothing was still somewhat in disarray. Miss Tamala had accompanied Suckle into the motel office.

"May I help you?" asked the attractive middle aged white woman behind the check-in desk.

"This young lady is checking out," Miss Tamala said to the clerk.

The clerk looked at the disheveled Lynn, recalling how neat and proper she had appeared this morning. "Oh ok," she said. "It's Miss Langley in Room 102, correct?" she asked.

"That's correct," Miss Tamala said to the clerk before Suckle had a chance to answer.

The clerk appeared to be somewhat surprised by the silence of Suckle but nevertheless she went over to get the necessary check-out papers. Then she returned to the desk. This time she spoke to Miss Tamala since she seemed to be in charge of the proceedings.

"I need her signature here," she said to Miss Tamala.

"Suckle, come over here and sign this," Miss Tamala said to Suckle.

"Yes, ma'am," came Suckle's answer.

The clerk seemed startled by the events taking place before her very eyes. Here was this pretty young white girl that she had gotten to know the last few days appearing to be following some kind of orders coming from this very beautiful bronze colored mature woman. Maybe it was because of Miss Tamala's imperious appearance and manner compared to Suckle's completely passive manner that the clerk thought there was something strange going on here. And the clerk felt as though there was a sexual association with it all. It did cause a little stirring in her loins.

Miss Tamala saw the bewilderment and subdued expression of excitement on the face of the clerk. She could tell the way the clerk looked at her and then at Suckle that she may be sensing there was a lot more to this relationship than met the eye.

Miss Tamala pointed to the line where Suckle was to sign. "Put your old name right here," she said to Suckle.

"Yes ma'am," answered Suckle as she signed the check-out sheet where Miss Tamala had pointed.

Miss Tamala again took notice of the surprised look on the clerk's face as Suckle signed 'Lynn Langley.' Since there was only the three of them in the office at this time, Miss Tamala decided to put Suckle to another test. Besides, this kind of daring demonstration of her dominance and superiority over one of her bitches always gave Miss Tamala a special thrill somewhere deep in her pussy.

"I guess you are wondering how my little girl here got her new name," Miss Tamala said to the clerk in a very stern sounding voice.

"Well ... I ...," the clerk tried to answer while blushing at the way Miss Tamala kept calling Lynn 'Suckle' and at the sound of Miss Tamala's voice and her use of the words 'my little girl' to describe Suckle.

"May I ask your name?" Miss Tamala said to the clerk.

"My name is Mrs. Anderson," replied the clerk.

Miss Tamala turned to Suckle. "Suckle, greet Mrs. Anderson properly," she said.

Suckle's face turned a totally crimson shade of red. This was the first time she was required to greet someone who was, for all practical purposes, almost a complete stranger in this manner in public. But somewhere deep inside she knew she was to obey. Her mind was working again ... "don't fail Miss Tamala ... make her proud of you ..." Suckle turned to face the attractive middle-aged motherly clerk. This was the same Mrs. Anderson she had met a few days earlier while checking in. The same Mrs. Anderson with whom she had a few friendly and lengthy discussions while staying at the motel. And, of course, her voice began...

"Greetings Mrs. Anderson, my name is Suckle. I belong to Miss Tamala. She is my owner and Mistress. I am a brainless slut. My Mistress, through her enormous generosity, has undertaken the responsibility for my further education. I dedicate myself to work hard to always bring pleasure and comfort to my Mistress and to make her proud to own me."

For an instant it appeared as though the middle-aged white Mrs. Anderson was going to have a heart attack. As Miss Tamala turned toward the door with Suckle following behind her she winked at the clerk. "Good girl," she said to Suckle in a voice loud enough for the clerk to hear. As Miss Tamala stroked Suckle's head like a puppy she saw the clerk, incredibly, wink back at her. "She knows what is going on," Miss Tamala thought to herself. "She knows I have taken control of this perfectly beautiful white bitch and she is experiencing some sort of secret sexual gratification from it all."

"Ha, ha," Miss Tamala continued to think, "I probably caused her to have an orgasm right on the spot."

When they left the motel office to get back into the car, Miss Tamala walked deliberately slow, swaying her beautiful ass back and forth as though putting on a show. As she turned to approach the driver's side of the car she looked into the large office window to see that the clerk, Mrs. Anderson, had positioned herself in the large pane glass window and was watching them intently. Mrs. Anderson saw Piglet holding the driver's side door open for Miss Tamala. She watched again as Suckle took off her shoes, got into the rear seat of the car and assumed her position with her back straighten up, breasts pushed out and palms face down on her thighs. Just before getting into the car, Miss Tamala gave Mrs. Anderson another really big smile. Again she was pleasantly surprised to see Mrs. Anderson return a large, somewhat lustfully knowing smile. "The white bitch probably wishes she could somehow be in my shoes right now," Miss Talama thought to herself. "It was so much fun when you could demonstrate and tease someone like this," she continued thinking as she felt that familiar awakening in her vaginal area, "and it was even more fun leaving them to wonder what it could possibly be like to own not one, but two perfectly beautiful bitches."

As Miss Tamala's car pulled in front of Room 102 and stopped, Miss Tamala turned to Piglet and said: "I wish to get out of the car Pig."

"Yes ma'am," answered Piglet as she got out of the car, put on her shoes and opened Miss Tamala's door for her.

Miss Tamala opened the trunk of her car and then proceeded to walk around to the passenger's side of the car.

"Get out Suckle and open the door to your old room," she said.

"Yes ma'am," Suckle responded getting out of the car, putting on her shoes and opening the motel room door.

As they entered the room, Miss Tamala saw the opened suitcases, the clothes and business suits hanging in the opened closet and a few personal items of clothing thrown here and there.

"Gather up all these 'rags' and throw them in the trunk of my car," she said to Suckle.

"Yes ma'am," answered Suckle as she began to put some of her clothing in the suitcases. Suckle heard the sound of the high heel shoes of Miss Tamala coming up behind her. She felt the now familiar hand of Miss Tamala take hold of her one pony tail and pull her head back abruptly. She felt the palm of the other free hand of Miss Tamala cup her chin with her thumb and fingers squeezing tightly on her face cheeks until her mouth was completely opened and her cheeks were squeezed between her upper teeth and her lower teeth. Miss Tamala then turned her head so that they were face to face.

Suckle looked into what she now recognized as the very angry face of Miss Tamala. There wasn't a hint of a smile on Miss Tamala's face now, and the dark eyes that could almost change their appearance in an instant had a very stern and serious glare to them. Suckle knew without a doubt that she was in trouble and she had no idea what she did wrong. Then she saw the beautiful red lips move and heard the words begin to come out.

"You stupid motherfucking slut ... you complete idiot ... I told you the first fucking day I saw you I do not like to repeat myself," Miss Tamala was yelling into Suckle's face from a mere 2 inches away.

Suckle's head filled with the derogatory loud words of Miss Tamala again. 'Stupid motherfucking slut ... idiot ...' Suckle's face was hurting from the pinching fingers of Miss Tamala as they distorted her mouth from the grip she had on her cheeks. Her hair felt like Miss Tamala was going to pull it out by the roots. Suckle was on the very edge of crying and still, still she couldn't figure out what she had done to get Miss Tamala so upset.

Suddenly Miss Tamala let go of Suckle's head and cheeks. "Kneel down and take my shoe off," she said to Suckle.

"Yes ma'am," answered Suckle as she knelt down and removed Miss Tamala's shoe. She didn't dare move; rather, she just knelt there with the high heel shoe in her hand waiting to be told what to do next.

"Stand up, hand my shoe to me," Miss Tamala again said to Suckle still in a stern voice but not yelling as she was before.

"Yes ma'am," replied Suckle as she stood up in front of Miss Tamala and handed the high heel shoe over to her.

"Press your elbows against your sides and put your hands out, palms face up and at waist level," said Miss Tamala.

"Yes ma'am," replied Suckle as she started to comply with these latest directions from Miss Tamala. As Suckle was attempting to assume this position she saw the frustrated look on Miss Tamala's face. Then she saw Miss Tamala shake her head back and forth indicating that she wasn't satisfied with something.

"You know, you are about the stupidest fucking white slut I have ever come across," Miss Tamala said to Suckle in a condescending tone of voice. "Your biggest problem seems to be that you haven't learned to listen very carefully when I speak and give you directions. How the fuck am I ever going to train you to be a good little whore for me if you can not follow a few simple basic instructions?" Miss Tamala continued. "Then again, maybe you aren't listening because you don't want to be my whore."

The lecturing voice of Miss Tamala was having the effect she wanted on Suckle. She was starting to tremble again as she looked into the fierce eyes of this beautiful black woman.

"Oh no, Miss Tamala ... I mean yes ... I mean I ... I do ... I do ..." Suckle replied in the now recognizable stammering and nervous voice.

"I do, I do, I do," Miss Tamala said to Suckle mocking her stammering voice. "I do what, you stupid idiot. Spill it out," she continued.

"I do want to be your whore Miss Tamala. Please Miss Tamala, I do want to be your whore," Suckle said in a childish tone of voice.

Miss Tamala had a hard time holding back the smile she felt. She had to fight herself to retain her stern demeanor. "But it was so wonderful to hear this beautiful white girl beg to be her whore," she was thinking. She felt the wetness in her pussy again. "God," she was thinking again, "this little bitch gets me so hot I feel like taking my panties off and fucking her face right now." But in the end, she knew she couldn't do that. She had a responsibility as Suckle's trainer too. She had to remain stern in order to completely drain any resistance Suckle may still feel toward her.

"Watch my lips ...watch my lips," Miss Tamala spoke again. "Don't you move your hands one inch, do you understand?"

"Yes Miss Tamala," answered Suckle.

With that Miss Tamala raised her high heel shoe high above her head, held it there for just a second so Suckle could anticipate what was going to happen and then brought it down swiftly so the high heel end of the shoe smashed right in the middle of Suckle's up turned hand.

"Aaaahhhhhh ... oohhhh ... ooohhhh ... oh-my-god, oh-my-god ... oohhh ... oohh ... oh," the painful cries came from Suckle's voice. Her hand had moved downward from the terrible pain the heel of Miss Tamala's shoe had caused in the palm of her hand. She brought her one knee up and across the thigh of her other leg and bent over slightly in an attempt to ease the pain. While she was trying to catch her breath again she heard Miss Tamala speak.

"I distinctly told you to throw your suitcases, clothes, and whatever else in the truck of my car. I didn't say one word about putting anything in your suitcase. When you don't listen you are punished. I consider any deviance from my instructions or orders as disobedience. Disobedience in any form will not be tolerated. To become my whore you must listen, listen, listen ... obey, obey, obey," Miss Talama lectured Suckle as a teacher would lecture a problem student. "Now let me see your hand."

"Y-yes ma'am," Suckle answered with tears of pain running down her face cheeks as she lifted her trembling hand for Miss Tamala to view.

Miss Tamala took hold of the bottom of Suckle's hand so she could examine the palm of her hand. There was a very deep welt and indentation where the heel had struck. The whole hand was a fiery red in color and the outline of the heel was very clearly visible since the mark the heel left was even a deeper red. Suckle's hand was shaking. Even her arm was shaking a little. But Suckle still had her other hand held out. She didn't move it. Miss Tamala took notice of this fact. "This stupid cunt is really trying to obey," she thought, "but I have to get her to the point where obeying will be automatic and will not require her to think about it before acting."

Suckle had not felt pain like this before. Yes, she did get a few slaps in the face and they did sting but it didn't hurt as much or last as long as this. This was also the first time she had cried so much. The tears were flowing freely and even dripping off the bottom of her face.

As Miss Tamala looked down into the crying face of Suckle from her height advantage and she could feel the nipples of her own breasts hardened with arousal. Her pussy was also beginning to pulsate as she felt the inner pussy lip muscles begin to contract and release in an opening and closing rhythm. She knew she had to regain control of her emotions. She had 'brought Suckle down' and now it was time to 'bring her up.' It was time to reinforce her submissiveness.

"Does Suckle understand why Mistress had to punish her?" Miss Tamala asked in a sweet and soft tone of voice. Miss Tamala, ever the perfectionist at changing her voice tone to fit a specific occasion knew this would confuse Suckle and keep her in a 'state of mind' that she never knew what would be coming next.

Suckle heard the word 'Mistress.' She heard the now soft voice of Miss Tamala asking her to acknowledge why she was punished. It brought sense of conjecture to her as she thought "she is my Mistress so I must have been bad if Mistress deemed it necessary to punish me."

"Yes Mistress," Suckle answered.

As soon as Miss Tamala heard Suckle address her as 'Mistress' she was ecstatic. This was the very first time Suckle had actually acknowledged her as her Mistress directly. Suckle, by addressing her as 'Mistress' was acknowledging that Miss Tamala had power over her, authority and ownership of her. Before she had always addressed her as 'Miss Tamala' or 'Ma'am' but never 'Mistress' except for her recitation of the 'proper greetings' she had been taught. This was another milestone and it had the effect of making Miss Tamala feel the power of her dominance flow through her whole body. It was also a gigantic step in Suckle's total submission to her.

"Now then," Miss Tamala said again in that soft sweet voice, "tell Mistress in your own words why Suckle had to be punished."

"Suckle was a disobedient whore and did not listen carefully to Mistress Tamala," Suckle began speaking. "Suckle must learn to pay attention when Mistress speaks ... if Suckle wants to be Mistress Tamala's whore she must learn to listen, listen, listen and obey, obey, obey."

"Holy shit," Miss Tamala was thinking as she listened to Suckle's sweet submissive voice. "Listen to this fucking white bitch refer to herself as 'Suckle,' the name she had chosen for her. Listen to her trying so hard to please me in order to be my whore. Damn, I wish Dr. Mary was here to hear her. Geez, I'll have her wiping my ass before long."

Miss Tamala really didn't expect this much wonderful progress from Suckle at this point in her training. Rather she thought she would struggle a lot more before acknowledging, in her own words, her submissive position. Miss Tamala figured it would take a lot more training and a lot more whippings before she could advance Suckle this far and she had a very large smile on her face with her surprise. And it was having a sensual effect on Miss Tamala. She squeezed her legs together so her pussy lips would be in contact with one another. She rubbed her upper thighs against one another and felt the dampness that had build up in her vagina. Miss Tamala had all she could do to contain and hold back her orgasm. "Later," she was thinking. "It will be even more fulfilling later when I get the fucking slut home."

"Now listen to me carefully fuck head," Miss Tamala said to Suckle in her teacher tone of voice. "Listen so your idiot brain can absorb my instructions," she continued. "I want you to kneel down, pick up my skirt and kiss first one of my ass cheeks and then the other."

Miss Tamala turned around as Suckle dropped to her knees. She felt Suckle pick up her skirt so her ass was in direct alignment with Suckle's face. Then she felt Suckle's lips touch her panty clad ass cheek. She felt the worshipful kiss Suckle's lips placed there and then felt her move on to her other ass cheek.

Suckle for her part, felt the sexual excitement flashing through her body when she picked up Miss Tamala's skirt, as she was instructed to. She saw the white panties straining to contain Miss Tamala's beautiful and ample dark ass cheeks. When she pressed her lipstick smudged lips to the first ass cheek her nostrils were filled with the scent coming from Miss Tamala's ass. As Suckle moved her face slowly from the first ass cheek to the other, she paused ever so slightly as her nose passed the crack of Miss Tamala's ass. During this slight pause, Suckle inhaled through her nostrils very deeply in order to fill her senses with the scent coming from in between the crack. What at one time in her life might have been a somewhat repulsive odor was now like a delightful and sexy perfume to her. Suckle could feel the dizziness this scent caused in her head. She could feel the nipples on her breasts spring to life, and the inward pull of her stomach muscles as her pussy lips became very wet and began palpitating.

Miss Tamala, never one to miss any indication of submissiveness, heard Suckle sniffing audibly at the crack of her ass. It just so happened that the mirror in the motel room was in a location to catch the reflection of the figures of both of them. Miss Tamala turned her head to look at their images in the mirror. "What a beautiful and sexual fulfilling sight," she thought, "to see this very beautiful model like white bitch kissing and then sniffing at her ass."

"Now repeat after me," Miss Tamala told Suckle as she kept her eye on the images of herself and the kneeling Suckle with her face only an inch from her ass in the mirror. "Suckle, your stupid white whore is sorry for her inattentiveness to Mistress Tamala's directions. Suckle is appreciative for the punishment she received for not obeying Mistress Tamala and for Mistress Tamala's effort to train me to be a good little whore for her."

Suckle listened very carefully to the words of her Mistress and trainer. She looked at this beautiful dark ass strained against the whiteness of the taunt panties. Her submissive heart was filled with excitement and joy as she began to speak.

"Suckle, your stupid white whore is sorry for her inattentiveness to Mistress Tamala's directions." Suckle's hand was hurting from her punishment. Yet her voice sounded full of satisfaction, as though she was now beginning to thoroughly enjoy degrading herself for the pleasure of her Mistress. In her own mind she was also justifying her painful punishment. "I deserved to be punished," she thought to herself, "because Mistress Tamala is so kind and wonderful to try to train me and because I am so stupid I keep disappointing her."

As these thoughts were running through Suckle's mind a little lustful smile appeared on her face and she continued to address Mistress Tamala. "Suckle is appreciative for the punishment she received for not obeying Mistress Tamala and for Mistress Tamala's effort to train me to be a good little whore for her."

Miss Tamala watched Suckle as she repeated word for word what she had been told to declare. She was proud of the fact that Suckle was seemingly enjoying degrading herself for her. She was proud of the control she was achieving over Suckle and that dominant feeling filled her once again with sexual arousal. She was so sexually aroused that she had the sudden urge to kick Suckle right in her pussy with the point of her other high heeled shoe. She had the urge to make Suckle feel even deeper pain ... to make her realize that she would always be required to sacrifice herself for her Mistress's pleasure. But she fought that urge. "That would come later," Miss Tamala thought. "This white bitch has no idea of what I have in store for her," she continued thinking.

After Miss Tamala fought back the urge to cause more pain to Suckle, she turned around, bent over and tilted Suckle's face backwards so that her own beautiful bronze face was only an inch or two from Suckle white tearful face. Again she started to stroke Suckle's head from front to back ... the 'petting puppy' technique she used to reassure Suckle. "Good little numbskull," she said to Suckle in that soft comforting tone of voice as she petted her head. This tone of voice and petting always made Suckle feel good and had the effect of encouraging her to surrender herself even more to Miss Tamala. No matter what terms Miss Tamala used to describe her, no matter what names she called her, Suckle was beginning to view these derogatory words as 'compliments' since they came from the mouth of her Mistress. And her Mistress was rapidly becoming the most important person in her life.

Miss Tamala sensed Suckle feeling more at ease as she 'petted' her. She loved to degrade, punish and then comfort her whore. She loved the feeling it gave her of being able to control her thought processes, to make her feel stupid and useless and then to make her feel like she was a 'good girl' for acknowledging that she was indeed, stupid and useless in the eyes of her superior Mistress. As she was enjoying these dominant sensations she was also purposely working up a good amount of saliva in her mouth. Just as Miss Tamala's hand reach the back part of Suckle's head as she petted her, she suddenly and without any warning of any kind, spit all the saliva she had built up in her mouth into Suckle's face. The splattering wetness of the saliva hit Suckle right between the eyes, high on her nose. It was a large volume of spit and splattered into Suckle's eyes, ran down the side of her pretty nose and dripped onto her lips and into her mouth.

"Now get up you stupid worthless slut and throw all of your belongings into the trunk of my car as I told you in the first place," Miss Tamala yelled at Suckle. The suddenness of the change in Miss Tamala's demeanor always made Suckle tremble. Her fear of Miss Tamala was back and she hurried to obey. "And do not in any way try to wipe your face. Leave my spit on your face as a remainder how worthless you are," Miss Tamala continued.

"Yes Mistress," Suckle answered as she rose to her feet.

Suckle hurried to obey. Her punished hand hurt terribly but she managed to pick up all of her clothing and walked out of the opened motel room door and dumped them into the trunk of Miss Tamala's car. She returned to the motel room, gathered up all of her cosmetics and other personal belongings from the bathroom, dumped them into the small bathroom trash can and carried them out to the car. She was also instructed to dump them in the trunk.

Miss Tamala supervised the 'moving' of Suckle. When she was satisfied that the last of Suckle's belonging were now in the trunk of her car, she called Suckle over to her.

She handed Suckle the shoe that she had struck her hand with. "Stick your nose into my shoe so you can get familiar with my foot odor. Remember to breathe in deeply so my scent seeps into your brain. And do it loudly so I can hear you," Miss Tamala said.

"Yes Mistress," answered Suckle as she put Miss Tamala's shoe up to her nose, buried it deeply into the shoe opening and began sniffing. Suckle had never imagined she could become aroused so rapidly by just the scents of someone else. Yet, since she began becoming familiar with Miss Tamala's different body odors and the odors of the clothing that Miss Tamala wore, she began to view this as a type of worship for her Mistress. And this type of worship, getting to know her Mistress by her scents became another mode of sexual excitement for Suckle. Suckle could feel the tingling deep in her pussy. It was as though her pussy had a mind of its own. In her 'old' life, her mind controlled her pussy. Now it was quickly becoming the opposite. Her pussy was controlling her mind.

Miss Tamala knew what was happening to Suckle. She saw the expression of surrender in Suckle's face. She saw the perverse smile of lust that Suckle displayed as she sunk deeper and deeper into her new lifestyle. All of the distinguishing quality traits of the old 'Lynn Langley' were fading into the background of her mind. Immerging was 'Suckle,' the personal property of Mistress Tamala ... 'Suckle,' the personal sex toy of Mistress Tamala ... 'Suckle,' the stupid white whore of Mistress Tamala, who would do anything to please and pleasure her beautiful and superior black Mistress ... 'Suckle,' who only concentrated her brain power resources to learn one thing now. Listen, listen, listen ... obey, obey, obey.

After Miss Tamala determined that Suckle had ample time sniffing her shoe to become acquainted with her foot scent, she instructed Suckle to kiss her high heel and put it back on her foot. Suckle, of course, did as she was directed. Miss Tamala was pleased to see how Suckle so reverently kissed her shoe as though this sign of respect and worship was indeed coming from her heart. Suckle, of her own accord, was learning to love every article of clothing that went on the beautiful and superior body of her Mistress.

As Miss Tamala drove back to her house with her two bitches she again glanced into the rear view mirror. Of course, her bitches were in their proper positions. She looked especially at Suckle. She saw her spit still on Suckle's face. Suckle even had a little smile on her face. She knew Suckle's pussy, like her own, was on fire with desire. She knew they both craved release. Miss Tamala knew she could have her orgasm any time she wanted it. But she would deny Suckle any release or satisfaction. Dr. Mary had thought her a long time ago that a 'hot bitch' was always much easier to control and train.

Miss Tamala was satisfied that she had erased any trace of Suckle from the motel where she had stayed for the last few days. She knew she had a lot more work to do to erase any traces of the old 'Lynn Langley' from the face of the earth. Now, as they were nearing the home of Tamala Baker and Dr. Mary Mercy a new period of training would begin for Suckle. Piglet was their first joint project and while they were satisfied with the outcome of Piglet's training they wanted to train Suckle in a somewhat different manner.

Tamala and Dr. Mary had discussed the kind of training they envisioned for a new 'acquisition' if and when they decided to make one. They had carefully planned to make this training as challenging as they could. They purposely set down a criterion that their new acquisition would have to meet. She would have to be highly intelligent, very beautiful, be between the ages of 21 and 26, single, and with a background that would be easy to remove so as to not raise any suspicions with third parties, and, most importantly, have a submissive personality or orientation.

Unlike Piglet who was trained to be their housemaid, sexual plaything and servant, they wanted to completely change the personality of their new acquisition. They wanted to change the way her mind worked, to erase her old way of reasoning and install a new set of values based on the most extreme perversions they could think of. They wanted to change her body structure to be more like what they envisioned a new slave should look like.

After more then a year of research, the former Lynn Langley was the one they had chosen to be their new acquisition. She met all the standards they had set down except one. "There is still her damn fiancé." Miss Tamala thought as she was driving. "But he did have an arrest record for impersonating a woman and that was something we may be able to build on," she continued thinking.

While Miss Tamala viewed Suckle in the rear view mirror she was again reflecting back on how far she had taken Suckle in just a few days. She was absolutely satisfied with herself and the control she had gained over Suckle. She had laid the groundwork. Now she was really excited as she drove up to the front gate of their home in the outer suburbs. She knew Dr. Mary would be waiting. And Dr. Mary was the master at dominance. Now she would hand over Suckle to Dr. Mary who would contribute to Suckle's training as only Dr. Mary could.

As all these thoughts were flashing through Miss Tamala's mind, her pussy was now beginning to pulsate even more. She was very close to an orgasm as she thought of the training Suckle would go through under the tutelage of Dr. Mary. Again Miss Tamala fought for control of her own sexual emotions. "Wait a little longer," she was thinking to herself, "the best is yet to come."

As Miss Tamala's car went through the trees blocking the view of their house from the street and came out to the finely manicured lawn and gardens surrounding the house she saw that Dr. Mary's car was parked in the driveway. Obviously Dr. Mary had also closed down her offices early today in anticipation of Suckle's arrival. As soon as Miss Tamala's car came to a stop beside Dr. Mary's car, Piglet jumped out to hold the door open for Miss Tamala. As Miss Tamala got out of the car she noticed Dr. Mary on the front porch. Dr. Mary was dressed in her usual two piece white medical garb and still had her stethoscope around her neck.

Miss Tamala came around to the passenger side of her car, opened the door and yelled at Suckle. "Get the fuck out whore," she said to Suckle.

"Yes Mistress," answered Suckle.

Miss Tamala yelled her orders at Suckle loud enough for Dr. Mary to hear them. She definitely wanted to impress her tutor and lover with her accomplishment of control over Suckle. Miss Tamala assigned Piglet to the task of returning later to empty the trunk of Suckle's belonging and told her to bring them down to the basement near her living quarters. "She would look through them later," she thought to herself.

As Miss Tamala approached the front porch, her two bitches in tow, she saw Dr. Mary standing there with her hands on her hips. Miss Tamala could tell by the familiar grin on Dr. Mary's face that she was waiting eagerly for Suckle and no doubt was more then ready to start her training. Dr. Mary kept her eyes on Suckle as she watched her try to mimic Piglet's position with her elbows close to her sides, breasts pushed out as far as they would go and her hands folded in the prayer position between her breasts and under her chin.

When they were within a few feet of Dr. Mary she spoke for the first time in Suckle's actual present. "Where the fuck are you taking these two whores, to church?" Dr. Mary said to Miss Tamala in a joking manner as she watched the two bitches in their prayer-like positions.

"Yes darling," Miss Tamala answered Dr. Mary, "and your pussy will be their altar." They both had a good laugh at their joking around and at the expense of Piglet and Suckle who both, of course, heard the exchange of words between Miss Tamala and Dr. Mary. Miss Tamala and Dr. Mary embraced and shared a long and passionate lip to lip kiss.

This was the first time Suckle had seen Dr. Mary in person. She was in awe as she watched these two beautiful mature black women embrace and kiss. She watched intently as she saw their mouths open and close and the flash of their tongues exploring each others mouth. She recognized Dr. Mary's voice from the speaker phone in Miss Tamala's office. Dr. Mary looked like a college professor or a highly professional doctor with her thin glasses and perfectly combed jet black hair. Of course, her make up was perfect as always. Suckle saw the low cleavage white medical jacket Dr. Mary wore today and was mesmerized by the very large breasts straining against her jacket. There was a perception of 'authority' about her and Suckle felt very insignificant in her presence. Suckle let her eyes drift down and saw the very wide hips and the prominent ass of Dr. Mary stretching the material of her slacks to the maximum. She could very clearly see the outline of Dr. Mary's panties through the thin white medical fabric of her slacks.

When Miss Tamala and Dr. Mary disengaged from their passionate embrace, Miss Tamala told Piglet to get on with her task of emptying the trunk of Suckle's belongings. This left Miss Tamala, Dr. Mary, and Suckle alone for the moment.

"So you like to suck ass, huh?" she said directly to Suckle. Dr. Mary never pulled any punches. "Guess that makes you an ass licker, right?" she continued talking to Suckle.

"Yes ma'am," Suckle answered. Dr. Mary's voice was very firm and not as womanly as Miss Tamala's. Suckle remembered that Dr. Mary was a 'dear friend' of her Mistress and also remembered her instructions to refer to her as ma'am. But it felt really strange having all of what Suckle had considered some sort of 'private matters' exposed to this other scholarly woman. Answering to questions over the telephone didn't seem as personal as answering questions in a face to face situation.

"Step in front of me and put your arms behind your back," Dr. Mary ordered Suckle.

"Yes ma'am," answered Suckle as she complied with Dr. Mary's instructions.

Dr. Mary began to unbutton Suckle's blouse. Suckle looked through the thinly framed glasses of Dr. Mary and saw the very black eyeballs floating in the pure white background. Just as Miss Tamala's eyes intimidated her so did Dr. Mary's. Yet, dressed in the white medical uniform with the stethoscope around her neck, Dr. Mary gave Suckle the impression of an 'angel of mercy' ... someone who would be understanding, gentle and kind to her. Of course she didn't know much about Dr. Mary. She would soon find out different.

When Dr. Mary finished unbuttoning Suckle's blouse, she pulled back both sides of the blouse until it hung off her shoulders and part way down her arms that were folded around her back. This completely exposed Suckle's bra covered chest and waist. Dr. Mary than placed her dark hands with the perfectly manicured fingernails on the whiteness of Suckle's bra, and squeezed her breasts as though she was a doctor testing them for weight and firmness.

"Nice tits for an ass licker," she said to Miss Tamala.

"Yes, I thought you would like them," answered Miss Tamala.

Suckle remained quiet since the conversation was between Dr. Mary and Miss Tamala. What's more, she was afraid to say anything without being directed to speak. They were both discussing Suckle as though she was just some kind of dumb animal or a piece of meat.

"Let's see how much elasticity the nipples have in them," Dr. Mary said to Miss Tamala.

"Well, you're the doctor," replied Miss Tamala in a light hearted tone of voice and with an evil like grin on her face. "They seem to stretch pretty far from what I did to them."

"Well let's just see, shall we sweetheart?" Dr. Mary said in a professional tone of voice to Miss Tamala as she reached into her wide jacket pocket and took out a small pair of scissors. She took the scissors and cut down the middle of Suckle's bra as a surgeon would remove clothing in some kind of an emergency. Suckle's breasts immediately sprung loose as both ends of her cut bra hung down from her shoulders.

Suckle got that worried and fearful look on her face as she realized her breasts were free of their 'container' and she stood there like some rag doll with her blouse half way down her arms and her cut bra hanging in two pieces from her shoulders. Dr. Mary reached into her other jacket pocket and took out an instrument that looked like an ordinary pair of pliers although the head of the instrument was very wide with serrated tips.

"Now listen to me you ass licking whore," Dr. Mary said to Suckle. "I'm going to test your nipples to see how much elasticity they have in them. I want you to keep your hands folded behind your back. I also want you to keep looking into my eyes. It that clearly understood?"

"Yes ma'am," answered Suckle the fear very apparent in her voice. Dr. Mary and Miss Tamala could clearly hear the gulping sound coming from Suckle voice as she swallowed hard.

Suckle felt the cold chrome pliers getting a grip on her first nipple. She felt the head of the pliers come together on her nipple as it squeezed tighter and tighter. Suckle's mouth opened almost automatically as she felt the first pangs of pain in her nipple. The serrated tips closed together and dug deeper into the nipple. Then Dr. Mary began very slowly pulling the nipple outward.

"Aahh ... aahh ...aahh ..." came the short and rapid sounds from Suckle's opened mouth as she took very short breaths of air as though that would somehow ease the pain she felt. Suckle kept her eyes on the eyes of Dr. Mary and saw the smile come on Dr. Mary's face as she pulled the nipple outward further and further. It was obvious Dr. Mary was getting pleasure from pulling on Suckle's nipple. "Oooohhhh ... aaahhhh ... plea ... please ... pleaseeee ..." the sounds came from Suckle as she began to beg as the pain intensified.

"Please, please, please what slut", Dr. Mary said to Suckle. "I'm having fun, aren't you?" she mocked Suckle.

"Ha, ha, ha," Miss Tamala laughed at Dr. Mary mocking Suckle. Miss Tamala looked down at Suckle's breast which was now stretched out further than she had stretched it earlier in the day with her fingers. But then Dr. Mary had a good grip on the nipple with the serrated tips of the pliers so she was able to get more leverage.

Miss Tamala was on fire with sexual arousal watching Dr. Mary in action with Suckle for the first time. She leaned over and kissed Dr. Mary on the side of her face to encourage her and to let her know that she too was enjoying the proceedings. "You're such a great doctor," she said to Dr. Mary.

"Don't you think my good friend is a great doctor," Miss Tamala said to Suckle as she turned to face her.

"I ... I ... ye ... yes ... ooohhh ...aaaahhhh ... yes Mistress, yes Mistress ... yes," Suckle did her best to answer in between her attempt to catch her breath.

"Would you like to see how fucking excited you got me ass licker?" Dr. Mary said to Suckle. Suckle didn't answer. She didn't know how to answer and she was afraid to say the wrong thing. Dr. Mary held the pliers with Suckle's outstretched nipple in one hand and with the other hand she took one of Suckle's hands from behind her back. She slid Suckle's hand inside of her slacks and pushed down on it until Suckle's hand was on the front of her panties at the crotch. Dr. Mary was totally soaked with her pussy juices as they flowed through her silk panties.

"See bitch, see what you did to me?" Dr. Mary continued to speak to Suckle as though it was all Suckle's fault that she was so aroused.

Suckle's hand felt like it was trapped in between the slacks of Dr. Mary and the front of her panties. She felt the moisture of Dr. Mary's vagina flowing through her panties. She could also feel like what seemed to her to be a massive amount of pubic hair through the material of the panties. Even though she was in extreme pain from the pliers on her outstretched nipple she couldn't control the urge she felt to explore even further. She let her hand and fingers move and roam all around Dr. Mary's pussy and the more she explored the more she had the urge to go even further.

Dr. Mary let go of the pliers. Suckle's sore nipple sprung back and her breast return to its normal shape although the pain the pliers had caused didn't subside. "Kneel down bitch," Dr. Mary yelled at Suckle.

"Yes ma'am," came Suckle's meek reply.

"Take my slacks and panties off," Dr. Mary told Suckle.

"Yes ma'am," answered Suckle as she pulled down on the elastic waistband of Dr. Mary's slacks. Once Suckle had the slacks off she reached up again to begin to take Dr. Mary's panties off. Suckle's hands were shaking but this time it wasn't out of fear, rather she was very excited and she could unmistakably feel the excitement deep in her pussy.

Miss Tamala sensing the excitement of the scene she was witnessing moved over next to Dr. Mary. She put her arm around Dr. Mary's shoulder and hugged her tightly. This also gave her a good view of the kneeling Suckle as she was assisting Dr. Mary to step out of her panties.

Suckle looked again at Dr. Mary's pussy that was directly in front of her face. She noticed that Dr. Mary's skin was darker than Miss Tamala's. But like Miss Tamala, Dr. Mary had a massive amount of jet black pubic hair surrounding her vagina. The hair glistened with Dr. Mary's free flowing pussy juices and the scent coming from there filled Suckle's nostrils. Suckle felt her passion building and the urge to do "bad" things as she used to think of them was flashing through her mind. "I want to suck, I want to suck ... I am a sucker ... I am a whore ..." she was thinking to herself.

Dr. Mary moved her hips forward so her pussy hairs just brushed lightly on Suckle's face in a teasing motion. She let Suckle get a little feel of the soaked pussy hair and at the same time let her get a good smell of the sexual scent her vagina was emitting.

Miss Tamala while hugging Dr. Mary around her shoulders with one hand let her other hand drift down on to Dr. Mary's lower belly with her dark and pretty fingers down even further into the pubic hairs. She then looked down at the kneeling white face touching ever so slightly the jet black pubic hairs surrounding Dr. Mary's pussy.

"Tell Dr. Mary what you want to do whore," Miss Tamala said to Suckle.

"I want to suck ... I want to suck ma'am ... please, please ... I want to suck ..." Suckle was looking up at Miss Tamala with an incredible lustful pleading look on her face.

Dr. Mary reached down and grabbed Suckle by the hair and pulled her head backward. "Tell me you little white pig, look at me and tell me what you are," she almost yelled at Suckle.

"I'm ... I'm a sucker ... I'm a whore ... I'm a white ass licker ... I'm a ..." Suckle was trying to think of what ever derogatory words she could think of to describe herself and to please both Dr. Mary and Miss Tamala as she looked up into their smiling faces. The more Suckle degraded herself the more excited she became. She wanted to masturbate. She wanted to touch herself so bad. She felt the pounding pulsating deep in her pussy that was begging to be satisfied.

Dr. Mary grabbed Suckle by both ears and pulled her face into her pussy. "Suck then you bastard," she said to Suckle. "Yes, yes, stick your tongue in there ... yes, that's the way ... up and down ... up and down the slit ... that's it you fucking white whore ... stick your nose in too you bastard ..." Dr. Mary yelled and urged Suckle on.

Dr. Mary began a gyrating motion on Suckle's face buried deeply into her pussy. Then a back and forth motion as though she was fucking Suckle's face.

"Up a little whore ... a little higher ... find my clit ... that's it ... that's it ... right there, right there ... yes, take the clit between your lips and suck on it ... yes, yes ... oh, shit, oh shit ... I'm cumming ... I'm cumming ... suck it ... yes, I'm cumminnnnngggggggg ... lap all my juices up like a dog ..." Dr. Mary was totally out of control with lust and the feeling of this mouth and tongue bringing her to a total and blissful orgasm.

When Dr. Mary's orgasm finally subsided and she was regaining control she let Suckle's head go. Both Dr. Mary and Miss Tamala looked down at the still kneeling Suckle. Her face was totally covered with the pussy juices from Dr. Mary. There were even some pubic hairs stuck to her face. They both laughed at their new acquisition.

Dr. Mary turned and kissed Miss Tamala in a long and loving kiss. "This is going to be a wonderful weekend," she said to Miss Tamala. "We are going to have a wonderful time with our new whore."

"Yes darling," Miss Tamala replied. "Shall we go inside?"

(To be continued).............