Nusquam

“Stay!” the sharp word master to dog.

She returns. In her hand is a leash, quickly clipped to a steel collar about the exposed neck of 128. For the first time, she realizes she has been banded just as 45, her fellatio trainer.

128 lifts her arm, staring in horror at shiny steel bands about her right wrist and bicep at the elbow.

“When?..”

“Silence,” the nurse commands. “Subjugants are banded upon arrival. Easier while under sedation. To the floor. Crawl for me.”

Obedience ingrained, 128 follows the nurse’s tugs. Atrophied muscles awkwardly propelling, she slides from the table finding that it is of thick molded polymer, curved to conform to her supine nakedness. 128 more readily senses the vaginal insert. In fully stuffing her love channel, it feels mammoth and will certainly impede motion. Then her attention turns to the smell. Though it disgusts, she basks in the relative liberty, straining in feeling the curious dildo while shuffling about, respondin

g to the taut leash tensioning her collar.

She notes the canine companion. It is huge, most likely a Mastiff, the largest breed on Earth. The dog gazes at her intently, seeming prepared to lunge at the slightest undesired motion.

128’s visual examination ends as she is led to a corner. On the wall there is a hose with spray nozzle. The nurse ties off the leash and grasps the hose, turning a valve.

“I won’t wrap you again until tomorrow. You’re to be displayed this evening, with the other new arrivals. Get you cleaned up and presentable.”

Water flows, initial coolness changing to frigid cold. 128 sputters, the shock emptying her lungs. As goose bumps form, nipples the size of silver dollars crinkling to nickels, the reaction brings a wry smile to the nurse.

“You’re all so eager for a cleansing... then you find objection. Spread! Knees parted. Press your numbers to the floor. Present your cunt to me. And to Brutus. He likes naked girls. Quite the randy hound.”

“Yes, Ma’am,” 128 sucking air, the reply strained as thighs part and her head lowers.

Such cruelty! Though the spray moderates, the nurse directs to the well exposed mons of 128. The chill brings a lurch, tensioning the leash in a futile attempt to avoid. The flow hits the exposed end of the vaginal insertion, sending bizarre oscillations well into her viscera.

“Ha, ha. You’ll soon be pining for the spray hose. When worked in the tropical sun, you’ll be begging for cold water.”

The spray ends.

“Some rules,” the words coming as the nurse prepares a bucket of soapy water. “You are to be compliant to the wishes of the members at all times. As you’re well aware, they are libertines... sadistic libertines. They enjoy the naked humbleness of the subjugants. Thus you are to present yourself bending and spreading to show your cunt... at the first sight of a member. Some will inspect, some will ignore. But it’s the rule, to expose yourself at their whim.

“You are never ever to touch yourself. The many well trained hounds are ubiquitous and will know... they will sniff where a girl most reveals her naughtiness. And the penalty for stinky fingers is quick and painful. Lord knows how many bites we’ve had to treat over the years.

“You’ll be used anally and orally. We’ll be opening you somewhat over the ensuing days. Keep you tight there but supple at the same time. Torn rectums make a girl unusable. The sutures require days to heal.

“Initially you will be leashed and under the control of a trainer or member at all times. Later, once indoctrinated, that may not be necessary. But unleashing is earned... a privilege, not a right. You have no rights. You are owned. This is Nusquam.”

The narrative ends as 128 feels the soothing wet warmth of a soapy chamois cloth slather at her shoulder blades. As the hand grazes down her spine to her buttocks, the tender knowing touch brings reminiscences of Nurse Kelly... pretty Nurse Kelly... caring Nurse Kelly. She who arranged what is essentially the kidnapping and incarceration of the needy masochist Miss Patricia LaMange... relegated to being a number... and for the sadist... a pile of savored flesh.

Chapter Nineteen

128’s joy is short lived. The nurse ends the cleansing, untying the leash.

“Squat,” she commands, Brutus moving to threateningly sit nearby.

128 obeys, shuddering in fear as Brutus bares his fangs. Head rising, torso straightening, legs moving to position her feet, she squats.

“128, spread for me. Always spread,” the nurse reminds, free hand moving to a pocket.

128 feels a zing within her quim, the vaginal insertion coming to life. She instantly slides apart her feet as the nurse moves behind her and bends.

“Cough,” the command coming as 128 senses a hand jostling the free end of the vaginal insertion.

128 utters a dry cough, the pubo coccygeus momentarily relaxing. The nurse pulls quite firmly, quickly slipping out the mammoth obelisk. 128 sighs in relief as the nurse holds before 128’s inquisitive eyes the glistening object, slick and wet with feminine essence.

The device is of black rubber, oddly shaped... yet wickedly shaped. 128 realizes it has been crafted to not only deeply penetrate but numerous bumps and ridges make extraction nearly impossible, not to be expelled without the firm tugs of assisting fingers. Yes, at the penetrating end the insertion bulges, somewhat ‘Y’ shaped, the huge double tip nestling into the fornix right and left, deep within cradling her cervix. Numerous smooth metal plates no doubt deliver the electrical shocks she has endured. And a short dangling wire at the free end serves as an antenna. As 128 has found, she can be punished remotely. A simple press of a finger to bring debilitating agony.