13. Slave Training - Day Twelve: In a world of shit
Diane
13. Slave Training - Day Twelve: In a world of shit
Between the three children and many puppies she had raised, Diane had thought
herself inured to shit. Her first day in the dungeon had disabused her of that
notion, but the assaults on her sense of smell since then had convinced her that
no smell could sicken her again. But her training had again shown her the
limits of her imagination, and Diane was now deathly ill. She'd already lost
what little she had in her stomach, but the waves of nausea kept coming, and it
took all her will to keep from passing out. If she passed out she would drown,
and as tempting as the prospect was, the consequences were unacceptable. So she
fought back the darkness and kept her face up and prayed that the ordeal would
end soon.
Diane was floating spreadeagled face down in a four foot deep, 14' by 10' pool.
The cords attached to her wrist cuffs were too slack to hold her up, and were
attached to rings in the side of the pool, while the cords holding her ankles
were attached to the sides of posts alongside the pool, inclining her upper body
into the viscous mixture of warm water, urine, shit, and whatever other noxious
waste product could be liquified and dumped into the pool, in which Diane had
been kept for a period that the guards outside the poolroom had measured in
hours while Diane had lost track of the eons. To keep from drowning she had to
keep her head up and keep her arm cords pulled taut, and the continous exertion
would have been a terrible strain under the best of circumstances. Her arms and
shoulders and neck hurt and she hadn't the strength to hold out another minute;
she hadn't had for more than two hours.
The doors opened, and Mistress Sadie, entered, a clear plastic mask attached to
a small tank of scented oxygen covering her nose and mouth. She was leading a
blonde girl of about ten by alternately tugging at the leash around her slender
neck and slashing at the child's pale body with a thin cane, adding to the set
of bright stripes crisscrossing her flesh, the visible marks on the bare flesh
not covered by the girl's modest swimsuit attesting to an extensive pattern
concealed beneath the light fabric. The little girl's hands were chained in
front a her, a chain running from her wrists to the heavy legirons about her
ankles that she could move only with great effort. She was crying and screaming
as she brought into the room, at which point her screams were replaced by
gagging and coughing as the overwhelming stench assaulted her. Mistress Sadie
laid into the girl's slim body, "You wanted to see the pool, didn't you ?", she
shouted at the gasping, gagging, green-faced girl, "Here it is, don't you want
to go swimming any more ?" "NO ! Please let me go, I want to go home !" the
girl cried. "And people in Hell or dungeon number 3 want icewater, but they
don't get it", Sadie replied, as the thin wood of the cane cut into the girl's
skinny ass, "Keep moving". When they reached the edge of the pool, Sadie
asked,"So you don't want to stay here ? After all the trouble I want through to
sneak you into our private swim club ? That's your choice, of course, but you
owe me something for my trouble. Look where those ropes lead. It's hard to
tell, but there's an old lady out there enjoying the pool. She's hogged the
pool long enough, we want to get her out of there, but I don't want to get all
wet, but you're in a bathing suit so you can jump in there and unhook her..."
"no! (gasp, cough) I won't get in that...." At which Mistress Sadie grapped her
ankle chain and jerked it, sending the girl headfirst into the pool. After
awhile most of the girl's head - the muck line was at her mouth - reappeared,
her long blonde hair now looking quite different as she gasped and spit and
shook her head to try to get the filth of her face. "It looks like you are in
the pool, dear. Now do what I say and unhook the bitch or I'll add some more
sewage to the pool and drown you, you little shit", Sadie said. The girl had
already tried to start a backstroke and get her head clear of the muck but
discovered that the chains wouldn't permit it. She wanted to throw up, but
since she had to tilt her head upwards for her mouth to clear the muck, she was
afraid of choking on her hurl. She began making her way to Diane, whose coating
of shit was so complete the ropes were necessary to find her, and undid Diane's
wrists with difficulty, since she could just barely raise her own hands high
enough to reach Diane's. This deprived Diane of a way to hold herself up, and
since she was too tired to paddle to keep her head above water she had to float
with her face in the shit until the girl could release her ankles. When she was
free she stood up and tried to wipe the filth from her face but since it covered
her hands as well little was accomplished. Giving up, she picked up the girl to
get her head up and carried her to the side of the pool. There was no ladder
and to get out one had to grab rings a few feet from the edge of the pool to
haul oneself out. Diane started to push the girl up but Sadie shoved a pole
against the child and said "Slave, you should know that children need to learn
to do things for themselves. Put her down and let her get herself out". Diane
looked Sadie and the girl and the rings outside the pool, too far away for the
child to reach, and back at Sadie. "The little one's not even 4' tall", she
said. Diane stared at her for a moment, then lowered the child, who started
screaming and crying and tried to grab hold of Diane as Diane pulled herself
with the last of her strength out of the pool, but Sadie pushed her off with the
pole. Diane lay exhausted by the side of the pool as the little girl screamed,
"Don't leave me please don't leave me".
Sadie waited for a moment, then said "Alright slave, enough lollygagging, get on
your feet. NOW !", punctuating her order with a sharp stroke of the cane across
Diane's buttocks. "If you make me get my nice clean cane dirty beating your
shitty ass slave I'm going to be very mad". Diane managed with difficulty to
make it to her feet and stood shakily before Sadie. "God, you're a mess", Sadie
said. "Here", she said as she draped a set of handcuffs across the end of the
cane and extended it towards Diane, "put these on, I don't want to touch you
till we get you cleaned up". Diane took the handcuffs and locked her own wrists
behind her. "Good", Sadie said, "now let's go clean you up. You've got a date
with a firehose. Start walking", she said, gesturing with the cane towards the
door. As Diane staggered towards the exit, Sadie urged her on with cane strokes
that cut across Diane's back while the girl's pleading cries "please help me,
please don't leave me, please" cut into her heart.
