The Interns

Chapter XIII---Suckle Begins to Accept Her New Life

Suckle was completely exhausted. She had never participated in such intense sexual activities in her life. She had reached three exhilarating orgasms in the last 12 hours, something she never thought possible in her former life. Her ears were still sore from the very hard 'pulling' Dr. Mary had applied to them while tugging on her head in an 'up and down' motion while pumping her face back and forth as though she was having intercourse. As Suckle lay here in a darkened room that measured only eight feet in length and five feet in width, her exhausted mind was recollecting the last few days.

She had been placed in this room after Dr. Mary completed 'using' her for her satisfaction earlier. Suckle had 'timed' her own orgasm to coincide with Dr. Mary's, exactly as she was taught by Miss Tamala earlier. Suckle was becoming good at it. Immediately after Dr. Mary's sexual passion had subsided, she removed the bells from Suckle's head and made Suckle reenter the 'special' shower, completely washed and scrubbed her down from head to toe with the brush and the soapy disinfectant mixture, turned on the high pressure jets to rinse her off with very hot water and then instructed Suckle to exit the shower and to dry herself.

Dr. Mary then put a hand cuff made of leather on each of Suckle's wrists, made her put her arms behind her back and connected each of the cuffs by small steel interlocking links that hung from each cuff. She also put a leather collar around Suckle's neck that had a small chain attached to a steel link in the back of the collar. Dr. Mary connected the chain leading from the collar to the leather handcuffs. Suckle now had her hands cuffed behind her back held in place by a chain leading to her leather collar. If Suckle tried to move her hands more than 2 inches the chain attached to her collar would tend to choke her.

When Dr. Mary led Suckle to this room and put her inside initially, the lights were still on. Suckle noticed how small the room was and the fact that there was only a very thin mattress on the floor in the upper corner of the room. The mattress was so thin it almost looked like a heavy large towel. It definitely couldn't support much weight or give any type of comfort. There was a very large TV screen on one side of the room that was built into the wall. It had a forty two inch screen. All controls for the TV and lights were located outside of the room. The door to the room was also locked from the outside. One wall in the room was mirrored from ceiling to floor.

Dr. Mary led Suckle straight to the mattress.

"You have permission to either lie down or sit up on the mattress. I do not want you to go to sleep in any case. I want to watch the television screen and see if you can learn to appreciate just how wonderful and patient your Mistress and I have been with you. I may give you a quiz later on so you better pay attention," Dr. Mary told Suckle.

"Yes Madame Dr. Mercy," Suckle answered.

"From now on you may address me as 'Madame.' I think you know my stature and position in this house by now so 'Madame' will be enough to demonstrate your respect for me from now on. Do you understand," Dr. Mary said to Suckle.

"Oh yes, Madame," Suckle answered. "I do respect you very much," Suckle added on her own in a very sincere voice.

"I'm going upstairs for dinner. Demonstrate your respect for my ass before I go," Dr. Mary told Suckle while turning around, picking up her robe and backing up until her large firm ass was only a few inches from Suckle's face.

Even though Suckle was completely exhausted, even though her pussy was still a little sore from the thrusting in and out of the dildo, and even though just a few minutes ago she felt so totally spent she swore she wouldn't be able to even think of sex for days, as soon as Dr. Mary's ass got close to her face, she felt that little familiar tingling in her vagina.

Suckle even compared Dr. Mary's ass to Miss Tamala's ass. Dr. Mary's ass was firm but was bigger and she had a darker tone to her skin. As Suckle let her eyes wander over to the 'valley' as Dr. Mary described the crack of Miss Tamala's ass earlier, she took notice of the change in skin color ... to a much darker shade of rich brown as the 'ass cheeks' sloped into the 'valley.'

"The valley," Suckle thought to herself. "It's so nice in the valley ... so warm ... so intimate ... I want to ... I want ...," Suckle's mind kept working. Suckle felt her chest fill up with emotion. It made her feel good ... a kind of 'good' she could never explain to anyone else. "Dr. Mary is so good to me ... so good to let me ... me, a dirty pig ... to let me be so close to her beautiful ass ... to the valley ... to her asshole ...." The more Suckle thought of herself as an 'undeserving slut' and Dr. Mary as her wonderful superior who was granting her the 'special' privilege of being so close to this very private part of her body, the more she could feel the emotion she felt in her chest move down to the area of her sexual organs.

Suckle leaned her head over until her lips touched Dr. Mary's ass cheek. Then she pressed her lips hard against the firm rich brown skin ... pressed hard until her lips were completely flattened against the firm ass cheek as though she was trying to get as much of her lips to touch this part of Dr. Mary's body that made her feel so good. By pushing her lips so hard against Dr. Mary's ass cheek Suckle's mouth came open and she stayed there for a moment savoring the taste, then moved over to the other cheek.

Dr. Mary felt Suckle's obedient lips touch her ass. She knew from the passionate way Suckle was kissing her ass cheeks with her open mouth, lips pressed hard; it was coming from deep within Suckle's soul ... her submissive soul. As Dr. Mary was thinking of some of the things she had in store for Suckle she felt the heat in her own vagina start. "This little bitch has no idea of what I am capable of," Dr. Mary thought to herself.

"You may spread my ass cheeks and kiss my asshole lips ... just kiss, no tongue you hungry bastard. Do you understand?" Dr. Mary told Suckle. Dr. Mary wanted to see just how Suckle was going to manage this task because she didn't have use of her hands.

"Oh yes, Madame, yes. Suckle the whore understands," Suckle answered as though she was just given a piece of candy. Suckle's hands were cuffed behind her back so she used her nose to try to spread Dr. Mary's ass cheeks gently. Dr. Mary's ass was much firmer than Miss Tamala's and it took a little more effort to spread her cheeks. Again the scent hit Suckle's nostrils as she entered the 'crack' and felt the warmness of both of Dr. Mary's ass cheeks on her face. The scent that Dr. Mary's ass gave off was much stronger than Miss Tamala's, yet, it didn't deter or repulse Suckle. Rather Suckle loved the excitement of pushing her face and nose here. She would rather have use of her hands so she could see better but she was determined to kiss Dr. Mary's asshole lips in any case ... and she did!

Dr. Mary pulled away almost immediately upon feeling Suckle's lips. She didn't want to get all worked up again and she knew very well she would if she let this go on for too long. "You'll get an opportunity soon to put your tongue inside of my asshole lips. I told you, I just love ass lickers. But for now, I'm hungry and am going to dinner. Remember to watch the television and see how much you can absorb in that simple mind of yours whore," Dr. Mary said as she closed the door, locked it and shut the lights off. From the outside of the room she put a video tape in the television video recorder and turned it on.

Suckle never thought she would come to this point but she was honestly disappointed when Dr. Mary had taken her ass away from her. She didn't get too much time to fret before the picture on the television screen came on. On the screen was a very pretty heavyset blonde aristocratic appearing woman. Suckle figured her height at well over six feet and her age at somewhere in her early fifties. If, upon seeing this woman for the first time, you had to immediately use one word to describe what your first impression of her was, undoubtedly you would say 'royalty.' She remained Suckle of one of her elder female college professors who had her formal education in Europe and taught physical education. She was also coach of the girl's wrestling team. But that is where the similarity stopped.

The aristocratic blonde mature woman was dressed in a leather halter type of bra that made her breasts jut out. The straps of the leather bra fit tightly under her breasts. There weren't any bra cups so the leather straps under the bra left the blonde woman's breasts completely bare and emphasized their size. She had a leather garter belt on that was holding up dark mesh nylon stockings that seemed to strain to contain her heavy muscular legs. She wasn't wearing any other type of under garment. The blondish fluffy pubic hair on her 'mons pubis' was light enough in color so her vagina was clearly visible. On her feet were high heeled leather boots that came up to her knees. Suckle thought that the blonde woman either was very heavy or the skimpy clothing she was wearing was a few sizes too small. After viewing the blonde woman from a few different angles on the television screen, Suckle determined that she was just a heavy weight. She appeared to be very strong and not someone to trifle with. The woman on the screen introduced herself as Mistress Katrina in a voice that had a distinct foreign accent, and said she would be taking the viewers on a tour of her home.

During the tour Suckle saw things she never thought possible. She watched wide eyed as both women and men were whipped, chained and disciplined in numerous ways. In one scene she saw two men summoned by Mistress Katrina. They walked up to her and stood by her side. Both of the men had their hands cuffed behind their backs. The penis of each of the men stood out, rock hard as though standing at attention. Mistress Katrina said she would demonstrate just how hard she kept her 'man' slaves. On her command, both men bent down until Mistress Katrina was able to step up, with each foot on their individual penises. Mistress Katrina snapped her fingers and both men stood straight up bringing Mistress Katrina with them. Mistress Katrina then balanced herself by standing with each of her boot clad feet on each man's penis. To demonstrate further that the only thing holding her up was the penis of each man, she folded her arms in front of her to show she was not supporting herself in any way other than by her feet.

In another scene she introduced one of her female slaves. She said she named this young short haired, fragile looking girl 'Urine.' She then proceeded to exhibit why she named her 'Urine.' When she snapped her fingers the young looking girl sat down between the legs of Mistress Katrina and put her head back. When Mistress Katrina was satisfied she was in the correct position she straddled her head and let go of her urine. The urine went directly into the mouth of the girl. Suckle could clearly see the movement of the young girl's throat as she swallowed. What surprised Suckle even more was the girl under Miss Katrina didn't miss a drop.

The scene on the television screen changed again. In this scene, Mistress Katrina was naked except for the extremely high heel shoes she wore and an almost identical leather bra that she had worn in an earlier scene that fit almost like a 'harness' and held her large bare breasts straight out in front of her. Suckle stared at Mistress Katrina and determined that although she was a very heavy woman, there wasn't much fat on her body at all. Mistress Katrina was just a very large and seemingly strong woman.

Mistress Katrina snapped her fingers once more and two women appeared, each wearing thick belts around their waists. Other than the belts, they were completely naked. Suckle was momentarily taken aback by what she saw. As the two women walked up to stand next to Mistress Katrina, Suckle couldn't help but notice the 'oddities' of their bodies. Mistress Katrina smiled as the women stood next to her as though she knew in advance that anyone who viewed the video she was making would be surprised by their appearance. She introduced each of the women by names she had given them. The one woman on her left she introduced as 'Cat' and the other woman on her right she introduced as 'Dog.' She explained to her viewers that she took 'possession' of both women went they were eighteen years of age and has 'owned' them for the last fifteen years.

Mistress Katrina walked over to a small table and picked up a riding crop. She came back and immediately swung the riding crop at 'Cat's' ass. It was evidently a very hard blow which the viewers would undoubtedly be able to determine by the sound of the riding crop cutting through the air and the loud 'smacking' sound it made as it struck the flesh of 'Cat's' ass. A small sound of obvious pain came from Cat's mouth and she immediately took two steps forward. As Cat stepped forward, Mistress Katrina went to the table and came back holding a large photograph. As she held it up, the camera moved in to fill the television screen with the photograph. Miss Katrina explained to the viewer that this was a full photograph of Cat when she first took 'possession' of her at age eighteen. The photograph illustrated a picture of a very young pretty girl with a very slender figure.

Suckle stared at the television as she looked at his young girl in the photograph. As the camera moved back to show Cat as she appears today, Suckle stared again at the difference in the 'young' Cat, and the 'present' Cat. There wasn't any doubt that they were the same person. The facial features were almost identical but that was about the only way someone would be able to tell they were the same person.

Miss Katrina picked up the riding crop again and walked over in front of Cat. The camera moved in on Cat's breasts. Suckle stared again at the incredible difference. Miss Katrina put her riding crop under Cat's left breast which hung down from her chest to the bottom of her rib cage. Cat's breasts had been reshaped and now took a long narrow form instead of the normal circular globe shape form. She lifted Cat's breast up with the riding crop while she explained to her audience, in a voice that seemed to be filled with pride, that she had stretched both of Cat's breasts to a length of six inches. Cat's nipples, she explained, were elongated to four inches. Miss Katrina pulled the riding crop out from under Cat's breast and it fell down with a 'slapping' sound back against her body.

Mistress Katrina explained that she had compressed Cat's tits to a mere diameter of 4 inches. It appeared to Suckle that someone probably had squeezed Cat's breasts in some kind of a 'vise' to get them so narrow and long. The camera moved to show a large picture of Miss Katrina's face as she began to laugh. "Ha, ha, ha," Miss Katrina laughed, "try to buy a bra for those fucking tits," she said to the audience. As the camera moved back out, Miss Katrina raised her riding crop and stuck Cat very hard on her shoulder. Again the 'smacking' sound of the crop striking flesh filled the sound coming from the television. Immediately Cat turned around with her backside facing the camera.

It seemed to Suckle that Cat had been taught to 'obey' the riding crop. Miss Katrina never spoke a word to her. She just hit Cat with the riding crop on different parts of her body and seemingly Cat would move in reaction to the strike of the crop. Suckle again stared at the size of Cat's ass. It was the largest and widest ass Suckle had ever seen. Mistress Katrina held up another photograph illustrating Cat's ass when she was eighteen years old. At that time, she had a 'normal' sized ass, maybe even a little on the slender side.

Mistress Katrina walked over to the table and got a tape measure. When she came back to stand by Cat, the camera again moved in to show a full picture of Cat's ass. Mistress Katrina held the tape measure against Cat's ass. It measured almost thirty inches across and was completely out of proportion to the rest of Cat's body. Miss Katrina took the tape measure and measured Cat's waist. It was only twenty-two inches and Miss Katrina smiled for the camera as though she was really proud of the 'modifications' she made in Cat's body.

Miss Katrina raised her riding crop over her head and struck Cat's other shoulder. Immediately, with a little 'grunt of pain,' Cat turned so the audience could get a 'side view' of her body. Suckle stared at the sight on the television screen. She saw Cat's elongated breasts and nipples hanging like 'udders' on some type of animal. Coupled with that very large and fat ass, Suckle for a moment thought Cat looked like a 'freak.'

Miss Katrina walked to the side of Cat, facing the camera as the camera moved in for a closer view. Miss Katrina began to speak to the audience.

"As you probably surmised by now, Cat is only one of my many pets," Mistress Katrina began speaking in that foreign dialect. Even the sound of Mistress Katrina speaking in a slow foreign sounding voice make her appear to be a 'woman of very high intelligence' and added to the sexually of her dominant orientation. "Cat is very obedient and takes great joy in bringing excitement and pleasure to me, the owner of her body and soul," Mistress Katrina continued. "If you are a Mistress viewing this tape, I highly recommend you consider fattening and widening the ass of your slaves or pets. The sound of your crop, whip, or cane striking a fat ass will give you a feeling of satisfaction that is hard to duplicate. I can usually get through about ten strikes without having an orgasm. After that, darlings," Mistress Katrina continued in the sexy sounding voice, "I lose control and it just pours out of me. I suggest you turn the sound up on your television and I will demonstrate."

Miss Katrina stepped back one step. She raised her riding crop over her head and bought it down in a slightly circular motion. If you watched closely you could see the flexible tip of the riding crop bend on the downward motion from the sheer velocity that it was traveling. When the crop stuck Cat's ass it filled the sound of the television with the unmistakable sound of something very rigid striking flesh. The crop sunk deep into the fat of Cat's ass making that particular ass cheek bounce and quiver. Miss Katrina repeated the ferocious whipping again ... and again ... and again ... and again, as though the raising of the whip over her head, the circular motion, and the striking of flesh was all one motion. She divided the blows equally on Cat's ass cheeks.

By the fourth or fifth blow, Cat hung her head down, her whimpers becoming louder and louder with each new blow. Yet she stood there and took it. She even raised her ass up after each strike as though she had been trained well in this process. The expression on Mistress Katrina's face was one of someone who was in a sexual frenzy. There could be no doubt that Miss Katrina was thoroughly enjoying delving out this type of discipline.

Until a few days ago, Suckle had lived a very sheltered life. She never even saw a pornographic film. Yet here she was, sitting naked in this darkened room, hands cuffed behind her back and those same hands chained to her neck. Yet watching this very stern and dominant looking woman exert such control over her 'subjects' or 'property' made Suckle feel slightly aroused. The television played for another hour with Mistress Katrina using the same process of introducing and exhibiting the other woman she had named 'Dog." Then she demonstrated a few other 'techniques' that she was an 'expert' at. When the tape finished and the television finally went black, the room was completely dark. Even though Suckle was still a little bewildered by what she had just witnessed, she found herself wishing she could meet this large heavyset woman, Mistress Katrina, and this scared her ... Suckle was moving deeper and deeper into the lifestyle that Miss Tamala and Dr. Mary had planned for her. And what scared Suckle was ... she found herself wanting more and more.

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Dr. Mary and Miss Tamala had a very relaxing dinner. Piglet served dinner in the usual way, standing in her usual place waiting to fulfill any order from either of her Mistresses. Dr. Mary and Miss Tamala got in a discussion about Suckle while enjoying their meal.

"That fucking bitch Suckle is the hottest bastard I could ever imagine," Dr. Mary said to Miss Tamala. "She even surprises me and you know I've been around the block a few times so to speak."

"Well, do you think we are going too fast with her darling?" Miss Tamala asked Dr. Mary.

"Hell no, honey girl," replied Dr. Mary. "I'm having a lot of fun with this bitch. Her mind is so easy to work on. It's almost like bending a pretzel. Did you hear her acting like a pig when I embedded that thought in her mind?"

"Ha, ha, ha," Miss Tamala laughed. "Yeah, I thought I was going to have an orgasm right on the spot when I heard her oinking."

"Ha, ha, ha," Dr. Mary joined Miss Tamala in laughter. "All you have to do is touch her tits and her mind goes to mush. Stimulate the fucking whore and she'll do anything you tell her to do. Of course, a little 'mind control' doesn't hurt," Dr. Mary said to Miss Tamala.

"Yes, I can see that. Anyway, you're an expert working with Suckle's mind," Miss Tamala replied.

"Well you did ok too. Look how far you took her when you were alone with her in your office honey girl," Dr. Mary said to Miss Tamala.

"But I had a great teacher darling," Miss Tamala replied. "The fucking bitch didn't even hesitate when I put her head between my legs the first time. But she still has a lot to learn about sucking pussy. I like it slow and easy. But Suckle gets so excited she sucks too fast ... like she wants more and more."

"Yes, you're right. I noticed that. That's what I am trying to explain to you honey," Dr. Mary explained in her professional sounding voice. 'Suckle's mind is like a fertile field that was just waiting to be planted. She never had much sexual experience, which is very obvious. The sexual gratification she feels, and what we allow her to have by doing what we make her do is all new to her. The stupid bitch thinks its normal what the hell ever normal is. But it is also very important that she learns that we are very superior to her, that she is stupid and could not ever get along without us. I promised you before I am through with her she will be a like a sexual deviant worshipping the ground you and I walk on," Dr. Mary continued. "I know she sucks too fast right now. The few times I had her sucking me, I ended up fucking her face."

"Well it is hard to control yourself when you see that pretty white face between your legs," Miss Tamala replied. "But you still have to try the bitch with that tongue stud. I love it. It really felt wonderful feeling that cock stud on my clit."

"I was going to put it back on her before I fucked her face the last time but her tongue is still a little red. I will have to put some medication on her tongue before we bed her down for the night," Dr. Mary told Miss Tamala.

"Ha, ha, ha," Miss Tamala laughed. "Right, we don't want anything to happen to that tongue. Now that you mentioned bedding the bitch down, I still have to feed her. She hasn't had any food since early this morning. Plus, I still have to take care of that stupid fiancé of hers."

"Well, as soon as we finish dinner we better do it," Dr. Mary replied.

As soon as dinner was finished Miss Tamala made Piglet get today's garbage. She scraped the leftovers from Dr. Mary's plate and her own plate, mixed it with the garbage and fed Piglet. Then Miss Tamala gave Piglet specific instructions as she and Dr. Mary left to go down to the basement where Suckle was locked up in the room in the back end of the basement.

Suckle had been in the darkened room, without the TV on for about an hour. Suddenly the lights came on in the room. When the door opened Suckle saw both Miss Tamala and Dr. Mary. Miss Tamala had combed her hair perfectly. The jet blackness of Miss Tamala's hair shined in the light from the room as though she had a million twinkling stars in her hair. She had changed her orange negligee robe to a white terry cloth robe that had a center tie and came down to her ankles. On her feet she wore open toe heeled slippers that had a little puff of white fur on top of the strap crossing her instep. The top part of the robe showed an extreme amount of cleavage as her firm brown breasts strained against the white material of the robe. She had changed her lipstick to a very rich red color. Her high cheek bones were lightly brushed with red blush rouge.

Suckle stared at this beautiful strong woman ... 'her Mistress' ... her mind was telling her as she felt a sincere humbleness at being chosen to be owned by Miss Tamala. Miss Tamala's bronze brown skin was highlighted even more by the whiteness of the robe. Suckle saw the perfectly polished brown toes at the open end of Miss Tamala's slippers and remembered having them in her mouth ... another thought that made her feel 'good' in her loins.

Dr. Mary had pulled her hair back into a bun and had changed into a multi-colored housecoat that had symbols of Africa printed on it ... another item she bought while on one of her visits to Africa. The way Dr. Mary's hair was fixed plus the thin rimmed eye glasses gave her a very stern appearance. Suckle was always scared when Dr. Mary was close by. She remembered the lashes she had gotten on her back from Dr. Mary. They had made a lasting impression on her and yet ... yet she still had an 'urge' ... an 'urge' she couldn't understand but felt ... to put her nose and mouth back in that beautiful large and firm black ass of Dr. Mary that Suckle saw jutting out from the multi-colored housecoat.

Piglet was walking in back of Miss Tamala and Dr. Mary carrying two chairs.

"Put the two chairs in here Piglet and then go get the food I put out for Suckle," Miss Tamala told Piglet. "Also bring the bag and the dish you ate your garbage out of."

"Yes Mistress," answered Piglet as she put the chairs down and left the room. Both Miss Tamala and Dr. Mary sat down in the chairs facing Suckle who was still on the mattress.

Dr. Mary spoke first. "Come over here sucker," she said to Suckle in that no nonsense tone of voice.

"Yes Madame," answered Suckle as she moved over in front of the two chairs.

"Tell me and Miss Tamala what you learned by watching the video tape of Mistress Katrina," Dr. Mary said to Suckle.

"Ah, ah ... Suckle ... ah, Mistress Katrina ... Mistress Katrina is very ... ah," Suckle wasn't sure how to answer this question. When Suckle heard the mere mention of the name of 'Mistress Katrina' come from Dr. Mary's lips she felt her heart beat a little faster and her pulse quicken. The image of this large heavyset disciplinarian formed a picture in her mind that instantaneously caused a quiver of excitement to flicker throughout her body.

Dr. Mary knew Suckle had never been exposed to the type of activity she saw on the TV screen. But she wanted to test Suckle impression of other Mistresses. She knew Suckle was struggling to put into words what she had just viewed.

"Isn't Mistress Katrina a wonderfully big Mistress?" Dr. Mary asked Suckle.

"Yes, yes, Madame," Suckle replied.

"Did you see how big and strong Mistress Katrina's legs and thighs were?" Dr. Mary asked Suckle, cleverly implanting the thought in Suckle's mind that 'big strong legs and thighs' were something that Suckle's should desire.

"Yes, Madame, Suckle seen Mistress Katrina's big strong legs and thighs," Suckle answered in a voice that expressed a little more excitement.

Dr. Mary reached down and took each of Suckle's nipples between her forefinger and thumb. She pulled them straight out, slowing stretching them to almost their full capacity. "Who else has big strong legs and thighs?" Dr. Mary asked Suckle faking a genuinely inquisitive sounding voice.

"Aaahhh, ooohhhh, aahhh," ... Suckle was gasping in response to the manipulation of her nipples ...the mixture of pain and pleasure. "Dr. Mary ... Dr. Mary has big strong legs ... and thighs ... yes ... and Mistress Tamala ... too ... Suckle ... Mistress Tamala has big strong legs too," Suckle kept saying in between gasps, getting more and more excited at the picture in her mind of her trainers' legs and thighs that her words were describing.

"Ha, ha, ha," Miss Tamala was laughing. "You're turning the fucker's mind to mush darling," Miss Tamala told Dr. Mary referring back to their discussion at dinner.

"Ha, ha, ha," Dr. Mary returned the laughter at their 'private joke.'

"Mistress Katrina is a very dear friend of mine," Dr. Mary said to Suckle as she released Suckle's nipples all at once by just suddenly opening her thumbs and forefingers. Suckle's breasts snapped back on their own but it was very obvious by the redness of Suckle's nipples that Dr. Mary had squeezed them very tightly while pulling them out so far. "She may be coming to visit us soon. If you are a good slut we may let you meet her in person," Dr. Mary continued while watching Suckle's eyes widen with what appeared to be fear.

Suckle didn't know what to say ... "Mistress Katrina here?" she was thinking to herself ... really ... the same Mistress Katrina she had just seen on the television?" Suckle's mind was in a tail spin. She felt a bolt of excitement go through her body as she was thinking of Mistress Katrina ... but the feeling going through her was also mixed with fear as she remembered the vicious whipping Mistress Katrina had applied to Cat's ass.

Suckle's thoughts were interrupted by Piglet's sudden appearance back in the doorway to this room.

"Mistress Tamala," Suckle said. "I have Suckle's food Ma'am."

"Good, give it to me and go sit in the corner facing the wall. Put your hands behind your head and get your stupid face as close to the wall as you can," Miss Tamala ordered Piglet.

Suckle watched Piglet. Piglet had what appeared to be an extra large t-shirt of some kind on that ended just above her pubic hair. It was made of cotton, was short sleeved and was white in color. Across the front of the t-shirt printed in capital letters were the letters CUNT. Just seeing the obscene and disparaging word on the t-shirt Piglet was wearing as a sort of advertisement or description of herself excited Suckle.

Miss Tamala, under that watchful eye of Dr. Mary, put the dish on the floor. She slipped her feet out of the slippers she was wearing and moved the dish over until it was between her feet. She also put the 'bag' next to the dish.

"Move over in front of me," Miss Tamala told Suckle.

"Yes, Mistress Tamala," answered Suckle as she shuffled over to kneel in front of her Mistress.

"It is time for your evening feeding," Miss Tamala told Suckle. "You will be allowed to feed twice a day unless I determine otherwise. Usually it will be early in the morning and late in the evening. The rest of the time in between meals you will get any nourishment I decide you should have from my body or Dr. Mary's body. Do you understand?" Miss Tamala told Suckle.

"Yes, Mistress Tamala," Suckle understands Ma'am," Suckle replied adding the 'Ma'am' in an attempt to demonstrate to Miss Tamala that she was a 'good girl.' Suckle was finding herself yearning to be 'petted' on the head more and more by either or both of these beautiful statuesque African American women. Looking up at Miss Tamala and Dr. Mary, Suckle felt so insignificant, even finding herself comparing her white pale skin to the richness of their brown skin.

"Now I want you to read the description of the food I am giving your for your evening meal," Miss Tamala instructed Suckle. "And read it out loud so the good doctor can hear what you are 'enjoying' tonight. After all, Dr. Mary likes to know our stupid whore is being well cared for."

Dr. Mary was sitting almost right next to Miss Tamala. She already knew what was in the 'bag' and she loved the game she was playing with Suckle.

"Yes, Mistress Tamala," Suckle answered as she began to read from the bag.

"It's says 'Super Nuggets' ... dog food for medium sized dogs, can be fed to puppies after weaning also ... nuggets are basted in real meat juices ... can be mixed with warm water ..." Suckle was continuing to read out loud when Miss Tamala stopped her.

Both Miss Tamala and Dr. Mary were getting aroused watching the kneeling Suckle, her hands tied behind her back, her hair straddling and unkempt after being scrubbed with a heavy bristled brush with just soap and disinfectant. They both had smiles on their faces as they heard Suckle describing her evening feeding.

Dr. Mary leaned over and kissed Miss Tamala on the lips. "That was beautiful thinking honey girl," she said to Miss Tamala. "I'm enjoying listening to the little white bitch. It's getting me hot again."

"Look at the dish that I am going to put your food in slut," Miss Tamala told Suckle. Suckle leaned over and saw some old dried up drippings in the dish that didn't give off a very pleasant odor. "This is the dish you and your sister whore will share. There isn't any need to waste two dishes on you worthless white pigs. And you are never to wash this dish unless I tell you too. Understood?" Miss Tamala continued instructing Suckle.

"Yes, Mistress Tamala, Suckle understands Ma'am," Suckle replied.

Miss Tamala opened the bag and poured the hard brown nuggets in the dirty dish from which Piglet had eaten her meal of garbage earlier. She put her bare feet right next to the 'bowl-like' dish, which embedded another 'subliminal message' in Suckle's mind. From now on, whenever Suckle ate at 'feet of her Mistress' she would equate this 'symbolic gesture' automatically with the thought that she was being allowed to feed only by the 'generosity and goodness' of her Mistress for which she would feel a debt of gratitude. This simple little act would, in Suckle's mind, make her more dependent on her Mistress for even the 'necessities of life.'

Then Dr. Mary winked at Miss Tamala. Right away, Miss Tamala knew that Dr. Mary was going to get in on the 'fun' they were sharing with Suckle. She knew once Dr. Mary started to get aroused she was capable of anything.

"Hey you stupid doggy," Dr. Mary said to Suckle. "Are you such a dumb dog that you don't know how to act when your Mistress puts food in your dish?"

Suckle just kneeled in front of the dog food filled dish with a blank expression on her face not having any idea how to answer that question. But she wanted to please both her Mistress and Dr. Mary so she tried to say something that she thought would please them.

"Yes, Dr. Mary ... yes, Suckle is a dumb dog," Suckle answered.

"Ha, ha, ha," Miss Tamala laughed at Suckle's answer. "Look like a dumb stray dog. The 'fur' on your head is a mess. You look like you were sniffling around dumps or something."

"Don't let her eat yet," Dr. Mary said excitingly and sternly. "I'll teach the motherfucking whore how a dog is supposed to display its gratitude when it's beautiful Mistress gives it food. Dr. Mary got up and left the room. She was only gone a minute. When she returned she had a three foot cat-o'-nine-tails with her.

As soon as Miss Tamala saw the cat-o'-nine-tails in Dr. Mary's hand she knew what Suckle was in for. Even though this 'side' of Dr. Mary frightened Miss Tamala somewhat, it also excited her. She couldn't deny it because she could feel the wetness in her vagina building up just thinking about what she perceived was to come.

"Now you motherfucking mutt," Dr. Mary yelled at Suckle in a very stern voice, "bend your head over your food dish and don't eat until you are told to. Raise your ass up in the air."

"Whish" ... the sound of the whip cutting through the air filled the small room. It was immediately followed by the 'splat' as the nine different knotted cords struck Suckle's ass.

"Aaahhhhhhh, aaaahhhhhhhh," Suckle really screamed as the fiery pain shot through both of the cheeks of her upturned ass at the same time. The cat-o'-nine-tails was one of Dr. Mary's favorite disciplining implements since she could cover both cheeks of Suckle's ass with one blow.

"Aaaaahhhhhh, aaahhhhhhhh, ... oooohhhhh ... oh God, oh God," Suckle screamed again as she felt the second blow reach her ass from the whip Dr. Mary was using on her.

"Whenever your Mistress puts food in your dish you are to wiggle your ass," Dr. Mary yelled again at Suckle. "Do it now."

"Oh yes, oh yes ... there ... there ... I ... I am wiggling ... Suckle is wiggling her ass ... please, please ... Suckle is wiggling her ass ... please don't hit me ... please don't hit Suckle again ..." Suckle was struggling to do everything right including putting her verbal responses in the 'proper' form ... the way she was trained.

"Shut up," Dr. Mary yelled at Suckle. "Don't you ever beg not to be hit! Your trainers know what is best for you and what you need for your education in the service of your superiors. Remember, disobedience brings punishment; obedience brings rewards. Is that understood?" Dr. Mary's stern voice filled the room. "Now wiggle your ass again and don't stop until your Mistress tells you to eat."

Miss Tamala had slipped her hand under her robe and was lightly rubbing her wet pussy. She saw the bright red marks where the knotted tails of the whip had struck Suckles white ass. There were at least a dozen marks from the knots on the whip that were about the size of a half dollar spread on both of Suckle's ass cheeks. Some of the marks had red striped lines below them where the leather string-like individual lines that had the knots attached to them left their imprints.

Piglet was shaking a little in the corner of the room. But her vagina was also very wet from the sounds she heard of Suckle being punished. Piglet wished it was her because she knew that following most punishments rewards would sometimes follow ... and she also knew that a lot of times the rewards consisted of the opportunity to suck one or both of her Mistresses pussies. Piglet, of course, was just about insatiable went it came to tasting her Mistresses. She was addicted to the feeling she got from sucking on just about any part of her Mistresses body.

Suckle was wiggling her ass fast. She moved her ass from side to side repeatedly the way she imagined a dog would wag its tail. She even exaggerated the movements of her ass to show Dr. Mary and her Mistress that she had learned her lesson well.

Dr. Mary came back over and sat in her chair. "Your fucking stupid dog whore is all yours honey girl," Dr. Mary said between gasps of air. Dr. Mary always got so sexually aroused punishing one of the bitches that she got a little out of breath from the excitement she felt. "Do you like the way it wags its tail?"

"Yes, yes ... thank you darling," Miss Tamala replied. "You looked extremely beautiful, as you always do, when you are imparting your wisdom on these stupid bitches."

Again they leaned over and kissed ... lips to lips ... a long passionate kiss of two very dominant beautiful women who understood and accepted their sexuality, who knew what 'turned each other on' and were intoxicated by the arousal they got from it.

When their lips parted, Miss Tamala put her arm around her lover's shoulders. She raised her beautiful brown foot up and put it on top of Suckle's head.

"Eat you dumb dog whore," she said to Suckle while pushing her head down into the food in the dish. Miss Tamala also gave Dr. Mary a little squeeze as she gave Suckle this order to begin eating the dog food ... and Dr. Mary in turned put her arms around Miss Tamala to return the squeeze.

Suckle took one nugget at a time in her mouth. They were very hard and had the consistency of a very hard grainy type of dry cereal. The sounds coming from Suckle's mouth as she chewed was loud as the hard nuggets crunched against her teeth. When her saliva mixed with the ground up pieces of dog food in her mouth, the taste it left almost gagged her. It tasted like some kind of rotten meat and even left a rancid odor seep into her nostrils. But she swallowed. "Wasn't that what 'good girls' were supposed to do," she reasoned with herself. The odor of 'dog food' coming from Suckle's mouth acted as another 'stimulant' for Miss Tamala and Dr. Mary. You could see the arousal of both women building just by the look in their eyes and lustful expression on their faces.

Dr. Mary got up from the chair and knelt down next to Suckle.

"Ah, poor little doggy," Dr. Mary said in Suckle's ear as she 'puppy petted' Suckle's head. "Is your doggy food too dry?" she continued in the 'motherly, sympathetic' sounding voice again.

Suckle didn't answer. She wasn't about to risk giving Dr. Mary the wrong answer and get her upset again. She just took another nugget of dog food in her mouth again and started crunching on it.

"Maybe your Mistress can make it easier for her dirty whore to eat her dog food by moistening it for you," Dr. Mary said again to Suckle in that sweet gentle caring tone of voice.

"Tha ... thank you Madame," Suckle said to Dr. Mary after swallowing the dog food that was in her mouth. She didn't know if it was right to 'thank' Dr. Mary for her suggestions but her 'trained' mind flashed back to earlier when she was punished for not thanking her when she spoke in a suggestive manner to her.

Miss Tamala took the hint from Dr. Mary. She knew how Dr. Mary 'worked.' It was as though they could read each other's mind. Miss Tamala stood up and loosened the 'tie' around her waist that held her robe closed. She let her robe fall open.

"Pick your head up little dirty doggy," Dr. Mary told Suckle as she helped her raise her head by grabbing her hair and pulling her head upward. "Now put you head back like this," Dr. Mary said to Suckle again as she positioned Suckle's head in the proper position for what was about to come. That 'caring' tone of voice coming from Dr. Mary always put Suckle almost completely at ease as she obeyed.

It only took a minute for Suckle to pick up the scent of Miss Tamala's pussy. It was right there in front of her face. The scent made her a little dizzy with desire as she felt the contractions of a new arousal beginning in her own pussy.

As Suckle looked up she could see the beautiful face of her Mistress looking down at her with a large smile on her face. She saw the beautiful dark eyes come alive with a lustful glare in them. She saw Dr. Mary's hand come up on Miss Tamala's belly as she make little slow circles with the palm of her hand around Miss Tamala's belly as she began to speak.

"Does our dirty dumb doggy know what's in here?" Dr. Mary said to Suckle in a teasing tone of voice.

Suckle thought for a minute. "Better not risk a wrong answer," Suckle thought. "No Madame, Suckle doesn't know."

"There is nice warm 'pee pee' in there. Mistress Tamala's belly keeps it nice and warm just for doggy Suckle," Dr. Mary said, hardly able to contain the building up of juices in her pussy as she led Suckle through this new act of degradation.

"Open your mouth and keep your head back," Dr. Mary said to Suckle. Suckle obeyed. Dr. Mary took her hand away from Miss Tamala's belly, reached down in the dish and took two nuggets of dog food and put them in Suckle's mouth. "Now don't chew on your food until Mistress Tamala makes them nice and moist and juicy for you," Dr. Mary said to Suckle as she looked up and winked again at Miss Tamala.

Miss Tamala reached down with both hands and spread her pussy lips. She lowered her pussy until it was just above Suckle's opened mouth. She leaned her head over a little so she could aim the opening of her vagina and also watch her urine go into her bitch's mouth for the very first time.

Suckle wanted to watch too. She remembered how 'Urine,' Mistress Katrina's pet took urine in her mouth. As the picture of 'Urine' drinking Mistress Katrina's piss formed in Suckle's mind, she was eager and thrilled to think she would soon be doing the same thing. She stared at the opening of Miss Tamala's vagina surrounded by the beautiful jet black ringlets of pubic hair and saw the first yellow spurt leave Miss Tamala's pussy. Instantly a new 'scent' filled her nostrils ... the scent of urine from Mistress's pussy. Even though Suckle recognized the odor of urine from her own toilet needs, the scent coming from the closeness of Miss Tamala's urine took on a whole new meaning to Suckle, especially when she felt it hit her lips and mouth. She felt the warmth of the liquid in her mouth as the salty taste mixed with the dog food nuggets. Miss Tamala only gave Suckle enough to fill her mouth and then 'shut' it off.

"Don't chew the nuggets or swallow yet slut," Dr. Mary told Suckle. "Let the dog food soak in your Mistress's piss until they get nice and soft." Dr. Mary was starting to reach the peak of her arousal as she looked in Suckle's mouth and saw the yellow liquid mixed with the dog food. The thoughts of the new depravity they were making Suckle undergo was bringing her to the edge ... and she knew it.

"Piglet, put your hands down and get over here," she told Piglet.

"Yes Mistress Mary," replied the excited voice of Piglet. Although Piglet and kept her eyes on the wall in the corner of the room she knew from the sounds, movements, and odors what was going on behind her. She was soaking wet and very eager to participate and was thrilled to be summoned by Dr. Mary.

"Get under me and I want you to suck my pussy slowly. Don't hurry, you dumb cunt," Dr. Mary said to Piglet as she lifted her torso to make room for Piglet's head. "Just take long slow strokes back and forth on my pussy lips until I tell you I want to cum. Then, and only then, I want you to take my clit in your mouth and suck on it like it was a pacifier."

As soon as Piglet got her head under Dr. Mary vagina, buried her face in the mass of black pubic hair and began to perform with her tongue as she was instructed, Dr. Mary reached down to Suckle's pussy with her free hand. She looked again into Suckle's opened mouth as she began to rub Suckle's swollen and throbbing pussy lips.

"Ok," Dr. Mary said to Suckle. "Your dog food is nice and soft now. You can chew your food and swallow." Both Miss Tamala from her view standing over Suckle and Dr. Mary watched as Suckle closed her mouth and began to chew. They could tell by the way Suckle's face cheeks puffed out that she had a mouthful of dog food mixed with urine. As Suckle swallowed, Dr. Mary brought the hand she had been rubbing on Suckle's pussy lips up to her belly and started to make small rotating movements on Suckle's belly.

"There now, doesn't that make your belly feel nice and full," Dr. Mary said to Suckle as she swallowed the last of the mixture in her mouth.

Suckle turned her face to look into the excited face of Dr. Mary. "Oh, yes, yes, Suckle's belly feels nice and full," Suckle answered in a tone of voice that indicated she was in a very high state of arousal both from thoughts of the act she just performed and the stimulating by Dr. Mary of her pussy.

Miss Tamala reached down and unhooked Suckle's hands from her handcuffs. "Pick up your dish and hold it under my pussy and I will moisten the rest of your food," Miss Tamala said to Suckle. Miss Tamala took over for Dr. Mary. She knew Dr. Mary was just about ready to reach her orgasm using Piglet's head and she wanted to give her lover something to go 'off' on.

Suckle picked up her dish and held it directly under Miss Tamala's pussy. Miss Tamala spread her pussy lips a little more and let the balance of her urine go into the dish. Suckle watched with a lustful smile on her face as the yellow urine filled the dish. When Miss Tamala had emptied her bladder she told Suckle to put the dish back between her feet.

"Mix your dog food with your fingers until my piss makes your nuggets nice and soft," Miss Tamala directed Suckle. Suckle did as she was told eagerly. Dr. Mary rubbed Suckle's pussy a few more times to keep her very stimulated and aroused. Then she took her hand away and used both of her hands to take hold of Piglets ears.

"Is you nuggets soft yet?" Miss Tamala asked Suckle.

Suckle was breathing heavy with excitement. "Oh, yes ... yes, soft ... nice and soft ... Suckle's nuggets are nice and soft ..." Suckle was blabbering now.

"Put your head in the bowl and eat just like the fucking dirty dog you are," Miss Tamala told Suckle. "Don't you dare use your hands."

Miss Tamala and Dr. Mary watched as Suckle obeyed without hesitation of any kind. "The fucking white bitch is 'flying again,' Dr. Mary said to Miss Tamala using that expression to indicate that Suckle was now completely under their control.

"I know it and I love it," Miss Tamala replied as she inserted two of her fingers into her own pussy and begin to masturbate herself to the sight of Suckle eating dog food mixed with her urine and watching Dr. Mary as she starting pumping away at Piglet's face and mouth.

Miss Tamala felt the sudden urge to go even further. She wanted more ... she wanted to exert and test the power she had over her new bitch. She picked up one foot and put on top of Suckle's head. Suckle had been picking up the piss soaked and soft nuggets one at a time, chewing them a little and swallowing. When Suckle went down to the bowl to get another bit of dog food, Miss Tamala pushed down on Suckle's head with her foot until Suckle's face was completely in the bowl. Miss Tamala pushed so hard that some of the mixture came out of the bowl as Suckle's face hit bottom.

When Miss Tamala took her foot away from Suckle's head, Suckle's head came back up. It was covered with dog food made soft and mushy from Miss Tamala's urine. The sight of Suckle, with that stupid, lustful and self degrading smile on her dog food covered face sent both Miss Tamala and Dr. Mary 'over the edge.' Miss Tamala brought herself to an intense orgasm by masturbating while staring at her 'slaves' face. Dr. Mary likewise couldn't hold back any longer. She rubbed her pussy back and forth on Piglet's face, covering Piglet's face from chin to forehead until she too reached an intense orgasm.

When both Mistresses started to relax and come down slowly from the excited feeling that only a completely satisfying orgasm can bring, Miss Tamala looked down at Dr. Mary, who was still sitting with her full weight on Piglet's head: "Damn," Miss Tamala said, "does life get any better than this?"

"Oh yes, honey girl," just wait until tomorrow ... and the next day ... and the next day ..." Dr. Mary replied, letting her voice trail off.