Chapter 9
"Time for your feeding, you little Lydia bitch!"
Lydia was dressed in rubber panties and strapped into an adult-sized high chair, while Lupus spooned mush into her mouth.
It was around noon feeding time.
Earlier, Lydia and Kimberly were taken to the examining room for special treatment.
Lydia was highly aware of that treatment.
She felt it constantly, each time her newly hairless pussy lips quivered against soft rubber.
Yes, both she and Kimberly had been shaved completely hairless between the legs.
Bella Sime had served as the barber.
First, Lydia had been strapped down and spread on the examining table, exactly as she had done the night before.
Bella Sime worked up a mass of foamy lather in a shaving cup, using an old-fashioned brush to work up the mass of foam.
She slathered it down on Lydia's quivering pussy, soaping it up with lather.
Already, the lush tangled curls of the blonde's fleecy bush had been snipped with a small scissors, prior to the lathering.
Then, Bella Sime stropped a glittering straight-edged razor, the sight of which made Lydia's blood run cold.
Bella Sime explained to the overwrought girl that she was only going to have her pussy shaved clean.
No radical surgery was yet in the offing for the girls.
"Hold yourself still," Bella Sime advised. "This is a tricky business, and if you move at the wrong time, you're liable to be nicked!
"And a shaving cut is something you don't want between your legs!"
Bella Sime stood at the foot of the table and easily slid the sharp razor over Lydia's pubic mound.
The hairs were taken up and shaved clean. There was the soft scraping sound of the keen razor scraping soft pussy flesh.
Lydia held herself as still as possible.
She lifted the back of her head from the table, to gaze across her breasts and belly and see what Bella Sime did.
But the sight of watching her pussy being shaved was too nerve-wracking, and a groaning Lydia slumped back on the table.
Presently the deed was done.
Warm water washed over Lydia's pussy, washing away the remnants of lather and the fragments of clipped curly pubic hair.
When the pussy was dried and blotted with a towel, it displayed a completely free and hairless mound.
Lydia felt even more lost in the depths of subjugation.
Having her adult bush shaved made her feel very much the little child, now more than ever under the control of her masters.
Presently, Lydia came down off the table, giving up her place there to Kimberly, whose black bush was similarly shaved clean.
Lydia felt so strange, each time she peered down between her legs and saw the hairless pink mound, where the tufted bush had been.
And having the hairs removed made the labia more sensitive than ever.
When the barbering was done, the girls were separated.
Bella Sime took unhappy Kimberly in tow, while Lydia was given over to Lupus.
This day, Lupus wore a long-sleeved shirt, pants, shoes, all in black.
He took Lydia to a small feeding room.
She was dressed in rubber bloomers, a pair having been fitted on her before she left the examination room.
The bloomers were tight at the waist, and at the leg openings which reached down to a point just above her knees.
They were otherwise baggy, with loose folds of rubber clinging to her hips.
Otherwise, she was quite nude.
She sat in a restraining device similar to a high chair. It was made of wood, complete with back, arms, tray, four legs.
It had adjustable legs, the height of which could be raised or lowered by turning a hand-operated crank which lowered all four legs at once.
Lydia had been seated in the chair by Lupus, her arms at her sides.
Then the folding tray came down in front of her, pinning her arms to the sides and covering her forearms and hands with the tray.
On this tray was set her lunch, an obnoxious meal.
It consisted of a bowl of porridge-like mush, white and lumpy and tasteless, along with a bottle of warm milk.
Lupus sat in a chair facing her, spoon feeding her.
"What is this awful stuff?! " Lydia moaned.
"It's good for you," Lupus said. "It's a nutritious mixture designed by Dr. Dover. It helps supply most needed dietary requirements."
"It tastes terrible!"
"Well, you can't have everything! Finish all the food in your bowl, and I'll allow you to have dessert afterward."
He spooned out mush and brought it to her mouth.
Lydia had to wrap her lips around the spoon, to keep the stuff from spilling on her. She was bare above the waist.
Lupus lifted a fresh spoonful as soon as she had finished the previous one.
He increased the speed, so that Lydia could hardly keep up with her.
She gulped down the stuff, but more kept coming.
"Please, couldn't you do it a little slower-urk!"
He fed the spoonful right into her mouth while she spoke.
Porridge spilled down the sides of her mouth. Fat warm gouts of it spattered on the tops of her breasts, smearing them.
"I, I can't keep up!"
"You better learn how to," Lupus said.
At last, the virtually empty bowl was scraped by the spoon, as Lupus worked up the last bits and fed them into her mouth.
"Sloppy little bitch, aren't you?! " he laughed.
He put the spoon in the empty bowl, then took bowl and glass of milk from the tray, setting them down on the seat he had just vacated.
Leaning over her, brushing her flesh, he found and turned the crank for the chair, lowering it toward the floor.
As the chair legs folded up, Lydia's dangling feet touched the floor. She was lowered even more, so that her bottom was lower than her raised knees.
When Lupus had lowered her to a level to his liking, he locked the chair in place.
Rising, facing her, he stepped forward, straddling the tray of the high chair, spread legs flanking it on either side.
He stood where his crotch was level with her face.
He reached between his legs and fondled himself, thick fingers working on his cock.
"What what are you going to do?" Lydia whimpered.
"Time for dessert!"
"Oh no, please"
"Shut up but don't shut your mouth."
He opened his pants and took down pants and shorts and pulled out his cock.
It was thick and limp and dangled in front of her face, a hose of flesh.
He pressed it to her face. Her cheeks were hot, but the rod was hotter.
Smeared on her face were stains from the sloppy porridge. They smeared on his cock as well, as he massaged it against her face.
His throbbing penis stiffened as it rose erect, oversized, hard.
Lydia gulped worriedly as she comprehended the full size of the rod.
Lupus nuzzled his balls against her face, too.
He had to take a step back, since he was so close to her that he at first couldn't bring his cock in line with her mouth.
Stepping back, he gripped the rod and aimed it at her mouth.
"Open wide, now!"
Lydia choked back a sob as she parted her jaws.
He gripped the rod. Its head prodded her lips as it passed between them.
He murmured and moaned as he fed the rod into her hot sucking mouth.
Her mouth was additionally warmed by the heated porridge she had just consumed, as well as by the warm milk.
His stiff penis was hotter than either.
He fed her his cock, stuffing it deep.
She was choked by its head pressing and blocking the back of her throat.
Her face reddened. His hands held her face in place as he pumped.
He fucked her face while she was locked helpless in the high chair.
At least, when he pulled partially back, she was able to suck in quick breaths, to keep from totally suffocating on the rod.
In and out he pumped, heating his hard cock.
"Pretty soon now, you'll get to the cream filling, bitch!"
He threw some more strokes across her lips and tongue.
He reached his orgasm.
He held her head and buried his throbbing rod deep in her mouth.
The cock kicked on her tongue, then spat come.
Lydia gulped it down, swallowing gushing semen, which coated her throat. Lupus shook as he spurted.
The last drops of come bubbled up from his cock.
He kept his penis stuffed in Lydia's mouth long after he stopped coming. "Nice ... "
At last, he pulled out of her mouth. His fat stiff cock was red, hot, dripping, twitching.
Semen spilled on Lydia's lips and chin.
Lupus stuffed his cock back into his pants and closed them up.
He looked down at her, and laughed.
Come and porridge were smeared on her mouth, and had spilled on her breasts.
"Sloppy eater, aren't you?! " he chuckled. "Well, I'll just clean you up before we move on to the next phase!"
"What what is that?! "
"Slaves shouldn't ask questions ... and when they do, they don't get answers! You'll find out what the next phase is, soon enough!"
He used a towel to wipe her clean. He handled her roughly, especially when he wiped the mess off her pert, cupcake breasts.
She squirmed and moaned as her breasts were handled, and when he finally took away the towel from her titties, her nipples were hard.
This fact was not lost on him, since he rolled stiff nipples between his fingers, tweaking and pinching them while she moaned and sighed.
At last, he freed her from the bondage high chair.
A thick black leather slave collar too sturdy to be broken by a slave, especially since it was reinforced with a band of thin metal between leather layers was locked around the long, swan-like neck of Lydia.
Attached to this collar was a chain, the end of which was held by Lupus.
At least her permitted her to exit the room and proceed to the next station on two legs, rather than making her crawl.
Already today she had crawled much, and her knees and palms ached.
As she walked, her pussy lips were pressed by the smooth rubber of the bloomers.
She was marched through halls and doors, to another section of the castle.
Here, Kimberly suffered.
Dr. Dover, Bella Sime, and Kimberly were all present in this room.
Lydia cried out when she saw what Kimberly suffered.
Dominating the room was a bizarre piece of statuary, in the shape of a four-legged demon, its size roughly that of a flesh and blood Doberman dog.
Kimberly squatted over the statue, which lay on its back, with legs spread.
Rising up from its crotch was a swollen dildo, thick and fat.
Kimberly was penetrated with this dildo.
It spread her now hairless pussy lips and stretched her internally.
She squatted over the statue on her hands and knees. Ankles and wrists each were secured with leather bands and their attached chains.
Kimberly was thus locked into position for raping by the statue.
Her head hung down, face contorted with anguish and wet with tears.
Lydia cried out, but Kimberly was too far into her own misery to pay attention to a new arrival.
The masters were not so involved.
"A most amusing display, is it not?"
Dr. Dover giggled as he went to Lydia.
"But it seems that you do not share our mirth and merriment at the trials and tribulations of your friend Kimberly."
"She's no friend of mine," Lydia said.
It it were not for treacherous Kimberly, Lydia would never have been delivered into the clutches of these sadistic maniacs!
"Ah, you are angry at her," Dr. Dover murmured. "That will make this affair more interesting still, yes, indeed it shall!"
Dr. Dover requested that Bella Sime hand him her chastiser.
This was an eighteen inch leather strap with a dildo handle. The strap contained a band of thin metal wrapped in leather.
Dr. Dover handed the strap to a surprised Lydia.
"What what shall I do with this, sir."
"Why, beat her with it, of course."
"Oh, but, I can't!"
"Then you can trade places with her I'm sure Kimberly would show no hesitancy in hurting you, if you were in that position!"
"I I'll do it, sir!"
"You bitch!" Kimberly sobbed.
"Fuck you, Kimberly you got me into this in the first place!"
"Take out some of your resentments on her bare backside," invited Dr. Dover.
Lydia's chain was unclipped from her collar so she could have limited freedom.
She hefted the strap in her hands, weighing it in her palms, pert breasts bobbing as she took up a stance behind Kimberly.
Kimberly's ass was raised up high. A strap circling the small of her back, kept her bound on the phallic statue so she could not pull off.
Lydia slapped the paddle down on Kimberly's rear.
"What a weak effort!" scolded Bella Sime. "If that's the best you can do, then you should be the one to be put on the statue!"
"No, please, ma'am, give me another chance!" Lydia begged.
"Go ahead, then, but you had better make these strokes count!"
Lydia really whacked a sizzling one down on Kimberly's taut, ripe rear.
The crack of leather against soft flesh was mingled with Kimberly's outcry.
The dildo, and her pussy, were greased well, and shone with the goo.
As her ass was hit, Kimberly instinctively jerked her body away from the source of the hit which made the dildo penetrate more deeply.
"Not bad," Dr. Dover commented mildly.
Lydia shook with righteous anger. She had just been minding her own business, living her life, when Kimberly came into it.
It was Kimberly's fault, and she should be made to pay!
Lydia was in a red haze of anger as she slammed the strap down again and again.
Kimberly sobbed and squealed and begged, but Lydia was deaf to her outcries.
It felt good to whip Kimberly's ass, and make the bitch shriek!
The bottom cheeks reddened, grew deeply scarlet with seething paddled flesh. As Kimberly writhed and twisted, she fucked herself on the statue's dildo.
Lydia beat the buttocks until her arm ached.
At last, she came to herself.
She was shaking and sweating. Her nipples stood out stiffly.
Kimberly sobbed brokenly, her bottom burning red, the dildo deep in her.
Dr. Dover took the paddle from Lydia's hand.
Kimberly's buttocks blazed in each center with a purple-red welted mass where the flesh was raw and scraped.
Surrounding these painful centers were sizzling red cheeks, which reached from the small of her back, to her hips, to her thigh tops.
Her pussy lips glowed red under their coating of lubricant, blazing from the sexual friction of humping against the statue's dildo.
"Don't stop now," Dr. Dover said.
Taking the dazed, hard-breathing Lydia by the arm, he walked her around to the front of the statue, up by Kimberly's head.
Kimberly crouched on hands and knees, groaning as she raised her pussy to slide some of the dildo out of her and get some relief.
Dr. Dover positioned Lydia so that she stood facing Kimberly's head.
"Now that you've disciplined her," he said silkily, "make her serve you by going down on your pussy!
Lydia looked down at Kimberly.
Kimberly's weary head hung down below shoulders that shook from sobbing.
Lydia took hold of Kimberly's hair and jerked the head up.
"You heard what the doctor said," Lydia rasped, "so you better just get to work and eat my pussy, you bitch!"
"Yes, I will, only please don't hurt me any more!"
Lydia jerked the head level with her pussy.
"Owwww!" Kimberly sobbed, "you're pulling my hair!"
"Just do as you're told, bitch!"
Lydia pulled down her rubber bloomers. They were tight, and it was hot inside them, so that sweat shone on Lydia's hips and thighs.
She pulled them down, exposing her nakedly hairless pussy.
She leaned forward and ground it against Kimberly's face.
Lydia was wet inside she had moistened while whipping Kimberly.
Her juices smeared acrosss Kimberly's tear-stained face.
Kimberly fought down her sobs and pressed her puckered lips to Lydia's pussy.
She kissed and licked them, desperate to please and thus avoid more punishment.
"Lick it, slut!" Bella Sime ordered. Kimberly stuck out her tongue and licked up and down the slit. "Now, inside!"
Kimberly inserted her tongue in Lydia's pussy.
She stifled a gasp of shock as she discovered that Lydia was wet and dripping.
She glided her tongue up and down the pussy walls, slurping juices and then swallowing them down.
Lydia's buttocks, white, sweaty, tight, quivered as she rocked her hips and pressed her pussy against Kimberly's servile mouth.
"Lick my clit, slut!"
Lydia was surprised to hear herself issue that dominant command. But Kimberly obeyed.
She pressed her tongue tip to the clitoris and licked and slurped and massaged sexual heat into the pearly little button of flesh.
No one was more surprised than Lydia, when she came ...
Heavily.