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Jealous Wives United - Chapter 1: An Invitation to the Penal Dairy

Submission Date: 2003-07-03 By: L [Bi] [General Warning] [Minor] [Nullification] [Straight]

In the male-scarce America of 2051, an epidemic of extramarital office affairs leads angry homemakers to unite and settle accounts with the pretty, 20-something single "Yuppie" career girls who tried to steal their husbands at work. These outraged stay-at-home moms soon trim the clitoral threat down to size, while taking their shears to a few other provocative appendages as well. This is Chapter 1 in a series.

[This is a fantasy of 100% fiction, set many years in the future. Any similarity between its characters and actual persons is purely coincidental. All scientific claims of life extension are also invented.]

After showing her invitation at the security gate, Trish Kelly drove inside the high, barbed-wire fence. Following the directions given, she swung her SUV into a space that had been reserved for her. Soon, the pretty, red-haired 32-year old mother of three was pushing her infant stroller up to the entrance of the mammoth red brick building. Trish's one-year old baby boy was still half asleep. Her 5-year old twins, a boy and a girl, toddled behind her. Folded inside Trish's purse was the following letter:

Dear Mrs. Kelly:

Pursuant to the Infidelity Victims' Compensation Act of 2050, your claim of January 25, 2051 has been declared fully valid. It has been assigned to the First Priority Grouping for full payment, with punitive damages added. In accordance with the Act, the Northeastern Penal Dairy holds in trust on your behalf the person and estate of Miss Jennifer Spencer, the defendant in your case. Miss Spencer, as a convicted home-wrecker, bears the full burden of providing satisfaction of your claim, which shall be enforced with the assistance of the Dairy.

Should you choose to avail yourself of these remedies, your entitlements shall be as follows: (1) the proceeds, totaling $250,000 in cash, from Miss Spencer's liquidated estate; (2) free access for you and your immediate family members to the facilities and products of the Northeastern Penal Dairy; (3) the right to Miss Spencer's labors as a domestic slave, which she shall render to you on demand and without restriction; (4) the right to administer whatever discipline to Miss Spencer's person you deem appropriate to enforce a high standard of behavior on her part; and (5) the right to harvest, at the times of your choosing, Miss Spencer's breast milk and tenders, with the assistance of the facilities and staff of the Dairy as needed.

We define 'tenders' as the nipples, breasts, labia major, labia minora, clitoris, and clitoral hood. These appendages of Miss Spencer are at your disposal to be excised and consumed as redress for your claims in this matter.

We are sensitive to the preferences that some wives have expressed regarding tenders. Some wives prefer to have their slaves delivered minus some or all of their tenders, to reduce the risks of their husbands' becoming re-attracted to these comely young single women. Other wives choose to waive their culinary rights to their slaves' severed tenders. Other wives permit breasts on their slaves, but prefer that the lactation be stopped before their slaves are delivered. Prior to our inmates' being turned over to their owners, we require the convicted home-wreckers to pay court costs by providing their breast milk for local community humanitarian needs. Miss Spencer's lactation can, however, be easily stopped if you object to such emissions in your home.

We will accommodate any arrangement you desire regarding Miss Spencer's tenders. Simply note your preferences on the attached form and mail it back to us. We encourage you, however, to take full advantage of the proven life-extending properties discovered in these organs, to include the breast milk. Also keep in mind that our state-of-the-art Regeneration Laboratory enables tender re-growth. Thus, any decision on your part is reversible.

You, along with any family members whom you wish to accompany you, are cordially invited to visit our Dairy at your earliest convenience. There, we will provide you with a more detailed briefing on your privileges and rights, offer samples of life-enhancing tenders prepared by our chef, and turn over to you the human and financial proceeds from your settlement. Day care will also be available for your children during your visit, should you choose to avail yourself of it. Please know that we at the Penal Dairy heartily welcome, cherish and honor any children damaged by these extramarital affairs. Accordingly, we insist that our female prisoners show them unquestioning respect as well. We consider the young women's debt in this area to be boundless.

Please call the number on the letterhead to arrange for an appointment. Also, feel free to read the enclosed brochure at your leisure. It explains the functions and features of the Dairy.

Again, we congratulate you on your successful claim. We will do all within our power to ensure that it is fulfilled to your complete satisfaction.

Warmest Regards,

Valerie Chang

Chief Matron

Trish's long-running legal confrontation over her family's circumstances had drawn her to gladly accept this invitation confirming her ultimate triumph. Now that she had been vindicated, she wanted her rage quenched. It was a rage shared by many women whose families had been disrupted or ruined by the plague of illicit office affairs that peaked in the year 2050.

Trish had simmered for nearly a year as she waited for the "wheels of justice" to grind. But she had to admit that 7 months was a quick resolution by any standard. Usually such matters dragged on for years. In this case, however, the special controversy that was involved - i.e., rampant marital infidelity in the workplace - stirred a nationwide firestorm of demands for drastic action. The nation's stay-at-home moms had had enough of young, single, attractive white-collar professional women (i.e. Yuppies) using their charms to initiate office affairs with their husbands. The problem had grown to major proportions by 2050 due to a longstanding virus that had reduced male births. Eligible men had become scarce. More and more, single career girls looked to the workplace for romantic opportunities. And these women grew less and less careful about the marital status of their scarce male targets.

Wives with careers found ways to protect their marriages. They tended to take jobs where their spouses worked, just to keep an eye on their mates. But stay-at-home moms like Trish were vulnerable to this trend. They depended on the rumor mill. Their collective anger over nasty surprises finally boiled over. The furious homemakers formed a solid front and demanded severe remedies.

In Trish's case, her family had been disrupted by a stunningly beautiful but ambitious young ivy league MBA named Jennifer Spencer. Jennifer started at age 24 as a special assistant to the CEO. Within a few months, she had seduced Trish's handsome husband Ethan, a division head. Then, once Ethan came to his senses and tried to back out of the illicit relationship, he was mysteriously laid off. One year out of graduate school, Jennifer wound up with his job.

At about that same time, a wave of corporate fraud broke, leaving Trish's family with almost no savings due to a worthless retirement account that Ethan hadn't had time to liquidate. Her anger at Jennifer Spencer grew into an obsession. The mom who had foregone a career after college was now ready for a fight.

Fearing an electoral upheaval, the government waived normal protections and instituted a "streamlined" justice process to deal with the "predatory" single girls. To pacify their critics, the government authorized special tribunals comprised entirely of homemakers and placed no restrictions on their methods. Unfettered, these women met in each other's kitchens and planned their program. They wound up going off in extreme directions. Even single women who had only flirted with married men at the water cooler were to be called to account. On the other hand, the single career girls who had studiously avoided such liaisons, attended the baby showers, and kept their married girlfriends informed of office goings-on were hailed as heroes. This alliance would result in a wealth of damaging first-hand testimony.

Massive trials ensued, with attractive young career girls made to stand en masse in the docks in their business suits and dress pumps to hear the testimony of outraged housewives. Jennifer Spencer stood in her heels for three days listening to Trish and some rival female office colleagues testify about her trespasses with Ethan. The media nicknamed the tribunals the Tortured Toe Trials, because the defendants were forbidden to sit at any time during the proceedings. The accused women were allowed to rest their feet only during breaks.

And to add to the Yuppies' discomfort and indignities, many homemakers brought their children to see these events. As the accused young women were marched into the courtrooms each day, a gantlet of these children ran among them sticking chewing gum in their immaculately coifed hair and snapping the expensive nylons on their lower legs. The guards did nothing to stop this harassment and brooked no resistance on the defendants' part. The homemakers, who dressed in jeans and sneakers, howled with glee to see the home-wreckers' runny dress-for-success stockings when they finally entered the courtrooms.

In the end, virtually all of the accused career girls were convicted. And the sentences that followed caused some of them to swoon with disbelief. There had been nothing like it since the European witch trials of the 1400s. The panels of wives prescribed corporeal punishment of an extreme sort, based on a new theory about the life extending benefits from consuming sex-related organs. To the affected career girls, the world had gone mad. To the homemakers, the ultimate form of redress had been discovered.

And now, at the end of this long battle, Trish Kelly stood before the facility that was built to give homemakers like her the final satisfaction. It was nicknamed Home-Wrecker's Hell.

The building was huge, a former textile factory erected in the 19th century. It was a veritable fortress, with many levels and wings. Trish could also see that it had recently been refurbished. The windows appeared new, although bars covered them.

Trish looked above the double doors to see a sign that provided the only outside indication of the purpose of the facility:

THE NORTHEASTERN PENAL DAIRY

WHERE JUSTICE IS SLICED AND SERVED TO YOUR TASTE

The words were flanked by two slightly tilted, dripping milk bottles next to crossed knifes and forks.

Trish was at first shocked at the barbaric harshness of the practices described in the brochure accompanying her invitation. But the benefits to "wronged" homemakers were also described, along with the well-publicized research behind them. The consumption of a woman's tenders (the collective term for female erogenous appendages) was claimed to be an elixir of youth, as well as a bulwark against disease from childhood on.

In particular, Trish marveled at the description of the Regeneration Laboratory. It offered a gift that would keep on giving to her and her family.

As Trish came to understand the benefits of this unusual form of justice, she overcame her initial squeamishness and warmed to the concept. She saw no reason why her family should forego such astonishingly life-enhancing rewards. And she couldn't imagine a more profound and long lasting way of satisfying her grievances. Thus, homemakers such a Trish came to accept, as equitable compensation for husband-stealing, a practice that was once considered the province of remote primitive tribes.

Trish looked to her left to see another vehicle enter the gate and pull to a stop near the building. It was a yellow school bus, except that the red stop sign on the side had been removed and bars had been bolted to its windows. It was now a prison bus.

Two young women, one black and one white, rushed up to the bus. They were both pretty and wore light blue jumpsuit-like uniforms. They held nightsticks.

The black girl, her head adorned with cornrows, screamed, "Get out of the bus you pale tails! This is home, ladies!"

After a short delay, the white guard popped her chewing gum, slammed the side of the bus with her nightstick and screamed, "You heard her, you snooty bitches! Move your asses! This ain't no freakin day spa!"

Trish noticed that both guards' language and demeanor was very blue collar. As a college graduate, Trish gleefully sensed how galling it must have been for the highly educated white-collar inmates to be placed under the thumbs of these tough, blunt-speaking working class girls. She had heard that blue-collar mothers were active in the penal field.

Trish watched with interest as the bus disgorged its 40 female passengers onto the scorching, shimmering asphalt. It was a hot July day.

She was amused to see that the new prisoners had come straight from sentencing. They were well groomed, stylishly coiffed and dressed in chic looking business suits and dress pumps. All were 20-somethings, white and attractive.

But the women also had chains on their wrists and nyloned ankles, as well as tags around their necks. They looked shell-shocked, with expressions ranging from disbelief to terror. Some had smudged mascara from crying. Others had runs in their stockings. Trish shuddered to imagine herself in such a predicament.

One prisoner meekly asked the black guard about going to the restroom. She was told to shut up. The prisoner bit her lip and shifted her feet. She was clearly eager to get to wherever her group was going.

This scene confirmed for Trish what the brochure had clearly stated. This was no country club. She and the other plaintiffs had worried that their long quest for justice would end with a slap on the wrist or, at best, a stay at a minimum-security "white collar" prison with tennis courts. Much to Trish's satisfaction, those fears had proved unfounded.

The two guards lined the women up facing in Trish's direction. The white guard then walked over to Trish and smiled, "I'm so sorry Miss. I need to march these new prisoners by the main entrance. It's on the way to the processing area."

Trish nodded. "No problem. I'll wait for you to pass." She moved her kids and stroller back a few feet and then asked, "Excuse me, but where are the prisoners from?"

The guard turned and said, "New York. Securities analysts and brokers or something like that. There's also a TV weather girl. I think she had an affair with a married cameraman."

Trish said, "They're all so pretty."

The guard said, "We get only pretty ones here. And they must be single with no kids. We only take virgin ducts at this facility."

Trish frowned. "Virgin ducts?"

The guard replied, "Oh sorry, I meant virgin milk ducts. Their milk ducts must never have been activated."

Blushing slightly, Trish nodded. "Oh, yeah, so I read."

The guard asked, "Excuse me for sounding nosey, but are you here to collect a settlement?"

Trish nodded. "Yes."

The guard asked, "That's what I guessed. By the way, is that Spencer lady your meat? I heard she was up for delivery."

Trish blushed slightly. "Er...yeah."

The guard extended her hand. "Then you must be Mrs. Kelly. Hi. I'm Martina Mackie. Call me Martie."

Trish smiled and shook her hand. "How long have you been a guard here Martie?"

"Actually my official title is matron. I've been here since the place opened six months ago. It doesn't pay that much, but I'm glad to have it. I don't have much education. Anyway, it's nice to be back working at something. I'd been on welfare for a year after the shoe factory down the road shut down. Some MBA fresh out of school did a number on us. That wet-behind-the-ears college girl -- her name was Kimberly -- decided the company would make more money manufacturing the shoes overseas. So we all received pink slips on the Friday afternoon before Christmas."

Trish shook her head. "How heartless!"

Martina pointed at the building. "Well, I feel better now. Miss High Finance lives there these days. She got caught trying to sleep with some executive with three kids."

Trish smiled. "This prison must be a switch for her."

"It sure is."

The matron then nudged Trish and winked. "And these days she's producing some real fine home-grown product, if you know what I mean. But she's only doing it with her left tit. The last time I saw her right boob, it was nipple-up in a casserole dish at my factory reunion party, and that bitch was serving slices of her big knocker onto our plates."

Trish smiled weakly, her face reddening again at the blunt description. "Uh...what about the executive's wife?"

Martina replied, "The wife took Kimberly's estate but didn't want any part of her, no pun intended. So I claimed her tenders."

"Oh my. Justice was finally served for you, wasn't it? No pun intended either."

Martina laughed, and then said, "This job is a good deal for me. They have a medical plan, free day care on the premises, nature's perfect food, and all kinds of juicy treats that'll add years to a person's life."

The matron added, "Anyway, we'll have the Spencer lady ready for you with bells on her toes, and a ring in her nose if you want. The Chief Matron will put on a quite spread for you and your kids, too."

Martina looked with sympathy at Trish's baby and twins. "It's awful, her trying to take their daddy away."

Martina patted Trish's hand. "Yeah, we all heard about what that home-wrecking bitch did. But don't feel bad. This place is full of her kind. And, trust me, we've got their nozzles workin' overtime to pay for it."

Martina nudged Trish and winked. "And their tenders are first on the menu for visitor receptions, too. We have extra tenders for receptions, because some wives decline them. You'll start feelin' better once you try some of those. A girl from the Cajun country prepares the dishes, and they're yummy!"

Trish's heart began to beat a little faster, wondering what surprises awaited her behind those doors.

The matron smiled and said, "Well, I must keep things moving. We gotta have this bunch prepped in a week."

Trish raised her eyebrows. "Prepped?"

Martina, "I mean we need to give 'em the shots and suction they need to get their milk flowing."

Trish cleared her throat and said, "Are they...uh...trimmed down there at this time too?"

Martina smiled. "That depends on what their owners want. Did you ask for the Spencer girl to be delivered minus any of her tenders?"

Trish shook her head. "Not yet. I wanted to save that for a special occasion."

Martina said, "Each to her own is what I say! Well I gotta get back to work Mrs. Kelly. It was a pleasure to meet you. I hope you enjoy your visit."

"Nice to meet you as well, Martie."

The two matrons soon had the prisoners marching by, shiny pumps clicking on the asphalt.

Trish's twins stared wide-eyed at the marching high-heeled feet and the clanking shackles on the women's nyloned ankles. Trish's little boy finally looked up at his mother and whispered, "Are those the naughty ladies?"

Trish nodded. "Yes, sweetie. Those are very naughty ladies. And they're going to be punished for it too."

At that point, a pretty brunette in an expensive-looking pinstriped suit darted her blue eyes down at Trish's children. Trish recognized her immediately. It was Lauren Delmar, the Channel 2 weather girl.

Martina stopped the procession and yanked the brunette out of the line. She poked the beauty's cheek with her nightstick and snapped, "Hey TV princess, didn't we tell you to keep your eyes straight ahead and never stare at visitors?"

The brunette stammered, "Yes ma'am. I'm sorry."

Martina said, "You bet you are! Get down and give me ten pushups!"

The brunette said, "Excuse me?"

Martina snapped, "Are you deaf? I said get down and do ten pushups! Do ten now or I'll have you do twenty with nothing' but your panties on!"

The brunette's face grew crimson. She dropped quickly to the pavement. But she was soon struggling to gain purchase with the pointy toes of her pumps. Trish's twins stared as the woman's shoe heels popped way from her stockinged heels as she fought to stabilize her feet.

Martina leaned over the prisoner and snapped, "Don't worry about keeping your fancy pumps on, Delmar. You need to worry about keeping your damn clothes on if you don't do those pushups quicker."

The frantic young woman kicked off her pumps and resumed the exercise in her stockinged feet. Her face was now burning with humiliation.

Trish looked at Martina. "Wow, you folks don't mess around."

Martina said, "No we don't. These women are used to bossing girls like us. We gotta show 'em and show 'em early who calls the shots around here. And Miss Delmar here was a celebrity. We really have to take her kind down a few notches."

As the young woman exercised, Trish's daughter Samantha reached over, picked up her pumps and peered inside. Martina looked at the child and laughed, "Honey, I think the weather lady's shoes are a bit big for you!"

Trish smiled. "It seems as if my daughter has expensive tastes. Miss Delmar's pumps look like a pretty posh brand."

As the child played with the pretty brunette's shoes, Martina leaned down and slapped the prisoner's nyloned heels. "Speed it up, bitch. We don't have all day."

The brunette grunted and struggled through the last two exercises. By that point, she was barely able to raise her pelvis from the pavement. Red faced and sweating, she turned over and looked up a Martina.

The matron said, "Well? Do you need an engraved invitation? Get your ass back in line!"

The brunette stammered, "Er...the child has my shoes."

Trish tapped her daughter's shoulder. "Honey, go ahead and give the lady back her shoes."

The brunette smiled awkwardly as the little girl handed over her pumps. She quickly slipped them on and got up, brushing the dust off the front of her skirt.

Martina said, "Move it Delmar!" and shoved her back into the formation.

Once the prisoners had passed, Trish walked up the steps and pressed the buzzer. A female figure suddenly appeared behind the tinted glass and smiled. The electric doors swung open.

Trish took a deep breath and pushed her baby stroller into the carpeted lobby. A blonde receptionist smiled and said, "Welcome. Are your Mrs. Kelly?"

Trish nodded. The receptionist picked up the phone and whispered something.

A minute later, a beautiful, smiling Asian American girl in a black pants suit entered the lobby and extended her hand. "Mrs. Kelly?"

Trish nodded.

"Pleased to meet you. I'm Valerie Chang, Chief Matron.

Trish smiled. "Hi."

Valerie knelt by the stroller. "Oh what a darling baby! A boy?"

Trish nodded. "Yes. His name is William."

Valerie smiled at the infant, who was just coming awake, and said. "Well, William, we sure do need more boys these days! We'll have to treat you like royalty!"

The Chief Matron then smiled at Trish's twins. "And what might your names be?"

The girl said "Samantha." The boy followed more shyly with "Michael."

The Chief Matron. "Very pretty names! Welcome!"

Valerie then stood up and said, "Let's all go back to my office. I'll fill in you in there."

Trish and her children followed Valerie down a long hallway with windows on one side. She noticed that the windows faced the inside of the building and looked out over different sections of the complex. On one area, she saw a line of naked white women holding their ankles. Trish's eyes grew wide. A matron withdrew her hand from the buttock of one grimacing brunette. Then she pulled off a surgical glove and tossed it in a can. Trish suddenly realized it was the TV weather girl. The guard put on another glove and went to the next woman in line.

Valerie said, "Those are fresh prisoners. We inspect them from sole to crown."

Trish soon arrived at a spacious office. It had a polished oak floor partially covered by a huge handmade Persian rug.

Trish looked down and said, "This is beautiful!"

Valerie smiled. "Thanks. I bought the rug from the proceeds of the estate of the girl who tried to seduce my husband. She had this huge trust fund from her wealthy family. The Tribunal threw the book at her when I told them that the stress of the affair had stopped my lactation and forced my new baby onto the bottle."

Trish said. "Gee, that happened to me too."

Valerie smiled. "It's quite common. But there's no need to worry about that anymore. We're swimming in tit milk here. By the way, would you like some coffee?"

Trish sat down on a sofa and said, "That would be great. Thank you."

Valerie spoke into an intercom. "Kirsten?"

A soft voice replied, "Yes Mistress."

Valerie barked, "Coffee service for two! We have a guest, Mrs. Kelly."

The Chief Matron sat on the sofa and looked at Trish. "Kirsten is the woman who almost wrecked my marriage. She's now my slave."

Valerie sighed, "Yeah, Kirsten started shaking her size 36C boobs in my husband Brent's face as soon he hired her as a junior account executive out of grad school. But I think her campaign to steal him really got into full gear after I met her at the company Christmas party. Kirsten saw that I was Asian and had a small bust. She kind of smirked at my tiny tits. My husband is white like her, so maybe she thought Brent had some long-lost craving to be with a big-breasted white girl. Also, she was 25, 6 years younger than I. So I guess she assumed I would just fold my cards."

Valerie paused to touch Trish's hand. "Please don't take offense about my race comment. It was only an observation about her."

Trish quickly replied, "None taken. What she did was awful!"

Valerie said, "It was. I was so depressed and scared for a while, but eventually decided to fight. Kirsten soon found out she had a tigress by the tail when she messed with my family. I'm glad I had her brought to justice. We're a lot richer for it, and Kirsten's my meat now."

Trish nodded. "After what she tried to pull, she deserves to be your meat."

A side door opened and a beautiful woman with wide set blue eyes and shoulder-length blond hair pushed a coffee service into the room. She wore a small waist apron, thigh-high sheer stockings, and dress pumps. She was nude from the waist up. The girl bowed to both women, and then set two napkins on the coffee table.

Trish's jaw dropped to see that the young woman had only one breast. The right part of her chest was smooth, with only a faint hint of a scar. Her one remaining breast was large, however. It swayed slightly as she walked.

Valerie suddenly put her hand to her mouth and looked at Trish. "Oops. I forgot about your children. I hope you don't mind my slave's nakedness in their presence. I require all our inmates to work topless. It's just so much more convenient for our operation. In fact, we keep them totally naked a good part of the time."

The twins stared wide-eyed at the one-breasted woman. Kirsten avoided their eyes as she bent to fetch two cups from a lower shelf.

Trish said, "It's ok. They're just breasts. Or it's just a breast I mean. If you try to hide something like that from children after they've already seen it, then they get all neurotic about it. I don't want to deal with that."

Valerie giggled. "I agree. By the way, I bet you're wondering what happened to Kirsten's other teat."

Trish said, "Yes, I must admit I am."

The Chief Matron explained, "I cut it off three months ago."

Trish gasped as Kirsten looked down with an expression of shame.

Finally, Trish said, "Oh my. Was that hard to do? Hers are so large!" Trish wondered how an entire breast could be removed so neatly.

Valerie said, "Well, to tell you the truth I didn't actually do it with my own hand. My little daughter Kimi did it. She cut Kirsten's titty off. Kimi was really upset at the idea of Kirsten trying to steal her dad, so I let her pull the lanyard on the guillotine that sliced off her boob. Kimi didn't actually see the cutting. She stood behind a partition when she yanked the cord. Nonetheless, she made it happen. Our guillotine is designed for breasts. It'll take the biggest tit off in the blink of an eye."

Trish said, "Wow. How old is your daughter?"

"Six."

Trish did a double-take, and then gasped, "Only six? And she caused a 25-year old woman's tit to be lopped off? Yikes! Your Kimi is a spunky one!"

Valerie nodded. "She's just like me. She struck a blow for her family. Kimi worships her daddy, and she took off Kirsten's teat to prove it. Of course, I cut away Kirsten's vaginal lips and clit myself. We don't have a mechanical circumciser yet, so you have to carve those off by hand. A nurse here guided me through that operation. But I can do it on my own now."

Trish said, "Her breast and vaginal parts. Did you uh...?

Valerie laughed. "You mean eat them? You bet we did! Those are prized delicacies. My husband, daughter and I dined on Kirsten's right titty and pussy parts on the day we renewed our wedding vows. I had her bring her roasted thingies to us naked on her knees. The prison chef prepared them for us sweet-and-sour style. It was delicious. My husband thought he was interested in Kirsten's big tits, so I started the dinner by feeding him her nipple and areola with my own hand. He thought it was delicious. Everybody got a taste of her knocker, but I made sure my husband got his fill. I think my feeding Kirsten's tit to Brent as she stood by pouring our wine really turned my husband on. We had the best sex of our marriage that night. And we're all feeling great these days. My infant doesn't even have ear infections anymore."

Trish looked at the skimpy apron covering Kirsten's pubic area. She wondered what her pussy looked like circumcised.

Kirsten's face was red throughout this conversation. But she calmly placed spoons next to the steaming cups, then poured a packet of sugar in one cup and began stirring it gently. She knew to go about her chores without comment. She had felt the sting of Valerie's pussy flogger, and it hurt more on a circumcised woman.

Valerie reached over and hefted Kirsten's one breast. "I decided to let her keep this one. You know, Kirsten can produce more milk with her one udder than some of the prisoners can with two."

At that point a pigtailed little girl holding a clutch of feathers burst through the office door. The child ran up to Valerie. She said, "Mommy, I won first prize at Nanny Tickle!"

Valerie hugged her and said, ""Way to go, sweetie. You've become a regular little tickle demon haven't you?"

Kimi beamed. Valerie looked at Trish and said, "This is Kimi."

Valerie pointed her little girl towards Trish and said, "Say hello to Mrs. Kelly."

The child waved and said, "Hi."

Trish smiled at the little girl. "Hi Kimi. You can call me Trish if you want."

Trish could hardly believe that this diminutive little half-Asian doll could have caused a size 36C white female tit to be lopped off. She could only imagine how humiliated Kirsten must have felt to be in the same room with the child who had brought doom to her right breast.

Kirsten tried not to show emotion during this exchange. But she couldn't shake the memory of that dinner. She remembered her severed breast sitting nipple-up in a broiling dish surrounded by water chestnuts and other oriental vegetables. She recalled Valerie jabbing a chopstick down the duct of her nipple and slicing it away below the areola to feed her husband. She remembered how the fussy Kimi had pushed one of her roasted outer labia around in her plate as if it were a string bean. She remembered having to fetch ketchup for the little girl to pour on a section of her teat. She had never imagined she could feel such defeat as she felt that day.

Kimi looked back at Trish quizzically. "Are you a new nanny?"

Valerie laughed. "No, honey. Mrs. Kelly is a mommy just like me. She's our special guest today, and those are her baby and little boy and girl."

Kimi waved her feathers at the twins and said, "Hi!"

Trish's twins smiled.

Trish said, "By the way, what's Nanny Tickle?"

Valerie laughed. "It's a kid's game. They thought it up to torment the nannies. We have the prisoners do nanny duty in Day Care. We insist that the women put up with a lot when it comes to our kids. In Nanny Tickle, the nannies have to balance coins on the tips their big toes. The kids then compete in tickling the soles of the prisoner's bare feet to see how many coins they can make them drop. It drives the nannies crazy, but they're lucky if that's all they have to face in one day."

Trish smiled. "That's cute."

Valerie replied. "Yeah, but it's not so good for the nannies who don't try their best to endure the tickling. These home-wreckers are from the corporate world where you have to be cool and collected. So they ought to be able to keep stiff upper lips when a child dances a feather over their soles. I insist on some effort on their part."

Kimi's dark eyes flashed with mischief. She set her feathers on the rug and walked behind Kirsten. With both hands she grabbed the stocking top on Kirsten's right leg and rolled the nylon all the way down to her ankle. Then the little girl leaned over and pulled on the beauty's lower leg.

Kirsten blushed, but let the child lift her heeled foot behind her. She gripped the handle of the coffee service to keep her balance.

Trish and her twins watched with fascination as the little girl wrapped her tiny fingers around Kirsten's spike and wrestled her size 8 dress pump off her foot, and then grabbed her stocking behind her heel and causally drew that off. Then the child picked up her feathers and began swishing them over the naked sole.

Trish looked at Valerie. "Oh my god, your daughter does have spunk!"

Kirsten gripped the bar and sighed deeply as her little nemesis merrily flicked her feathers across her whitish flesh. But she kept her bare foot motionless. Trish marveled at her self-control.

Valerie smiled. "My daughter loves to pester her. And I insist that Kirsten grin and bear it. I won't even let her wiggle her toes when she's tickled."

Kimi turned to Trish's twins and asked, "Wanna tickle our slave lady?"

The twins looked at their mother. Trish was at a loss for words.

Not seeing a frown of disapproval from her mom, Samantha walked up to Kimi and accepted a feather. Soon, she was worrying Kirsten's naked sole.

Trish put her hand over her mouth and giggled. "Oh gawd!! Samantha!!"

Kimi rolled Kirsten's other stocking down to her ankle. The little girl then had the young woman kneel on the coffee table with her feet hanging over the edge. This time, Trish watched with amused amazement as her own daughter removed Kirsten's remaining pump and stocking.

Valerie said, "Looks like your daughter has a little spunk too!"

Kimi had Kirsten hold a sugar packet between the joints of her two big toes. At the same time, Valerie pulled a huge pair of scissors from her desk drawer and wedged Kirsten's nipple between the opened blades. She then flicked Kirsten's nipple until it stiffened and warned her, "I don't like poor composure in front of guests. Do you think you can keep that packet from hitting my rug?"

Kirsten gasped, "Yes Mistress."

Valerie said, "You better, or your grilled nipple will wind up on a cracker with cream cheese at Mrs. Kelly's reception this evening."

The two giggling little girls were now tickling both soles of Kirsten's bare feet. The blue-eyed beauty kneeled motionless, biting her lower lip as the only sign of her distress. Valerie watched her feet as she held the scissors in place.

Michael looked up at his mother. More bashful than his sister, he wasn't about to make a move without her OK. Trish patted her son's shoulder. "It's ok, honey. Go try it if you want."

Soon Trish was watching her son join in. She shook her head and giggled.

Eventually, the three children tired of the game and a relieved but barefoot Kirsten resumed preparing the coffee.

Her voice still shaky, Kirsten looked over at Trish. "Would you also care for sugar in your coffee Miss Kelly?"

Trish shook her head. "Cream only please."

Kirsten set the two cups down on the coffee table. Trish saw no cream container.

Valerie placed her hand on Trish's knee. "Would you like it from her breast?"

Trish blushed. "You mean use her milk?"

Valerie smiled, "Sure. Go ahead and try it honey. It's wonderfully sweet and very low fat too. It's also been tested for purity. Our prisoners consume only filtered spring water and organic foods. Cigarettes, alcohol and drugs are strictly forbidden here. When they first arrive, we purge their colons and make them sweat all toxins out of their systems in a giant sauna before stimulating their lactation."

Trish said, "Wow."

"So, would you like to see what a magna cum laude's milk is like?"

Valerie snapped her fingers. "Cream!" Kirsten promptly clasped her hands behind her head, bent over at the waist, and dangled her tit over Trish's cup.

Valerie grabbed the lower end of Kirsten's tit and slowly squeezed. Nothing came out. The Chief Matron said, "Sorry. It takes a couple of squeezes to get her flowing.

At that point, Kimi rushed in and said, "Can I do it mommy?

Valerie removed her hand and let Kimi grip Kirsten's big teat with both of hers. Trish watched in amazement as the little girl squeezed the big breast and a thin stream of white fluid squirted into her coffee. Kimi kept applying the pressure as the dark brew started to lighten. The little girl smiled at Trish and chirped, "Say when!"

Trish waited. She liked a lot of cream to cut the acid in coffee.

As Trish watched the milk squirt from the long, pink nipple, her daughter tugged on her arm and said, "Can Michael and I try it?"

Trish cleared her throat and replied, "Yeah."

Soon Trish was watching her twins push on opposing sides of Kirsten's big tit, keeping the stream going. Kimi cried, "Push hard or she'll stop!"

Trish's own nipples were now rigid underneath her blouse. She also felt a warm moistness between her legs. She'd had one bi experience in college and this was bringing it back.

Samantha looked back at her mother. "How are we doing mommy?"

Her heart pounding, Trish replied hoarsely, "Fine honey."

Valerie shot Trish a knowing look and said, "They're milking her so good."

Samantha looked at her mother. "Should we keep milking her, mommy?"

Trish replied hotly, "Yes, sweetie. Milk her. Milk her hard." The cup now looked more like milk than coffee and was close to overflowing.

Finally, Trish put up her hand. "That's plenty. Thanks kids." She could hardly believe what she had just witnessed and how it had aroused her. She wanted to go somewhere and masturbate.

With a shaky hand, Trish finally picked up her cup and tasted it. The flavor was delicate, so much better than the artificial creamers she was used too.

Valerie asked, "Is it good?"

Trish nodded. "It's delicious."

Valerie asked for cream, and Kristen shifted her breast over her cup. Trish's twins went back to work until Valerie raised her hand. Trish watched them milk the beauty as she sipped her coffee.

At that moment, Trish's infant began to cry. Trish said, "Oh my god, I forgot William's feeding time!" She reached into her bag and took out a baby bottle.

Valerie giggled, "Oh honey, your baby doesn't have to settle for that stuff."

Trish said, "Well the stress I've been under stopped my lactation, so I had to switch him to the bottle."

Valerie said, "There's no need for that anymore. Little William can have all the tit milk he wants here. You can bathe him in it if you want. It's so good for them too."

Trish said, "Well, I guess it's ok. After all, I drank it."

Valerie looked at Kirsten. "Give the infant your tit."

Kirsten walked over, clasped her hands behind her head, bent over at the waist, and lowered her breast until her nipple touched the baby's lips. Trish was struck by the perfection that this pose showed in the young woman's figure.

Valerie said, "It's better to make them dangle their breasts without any other contact with the baby. Don't ever let them hold your baby for suckling, or he'll get confused about who's his mommy."

William stopped crying for a second and looked at the big breast dangling before him. He then began to bat at it with his hands, crying even louder.

Valerie giggled. "Hee! Your little William wants to be a boxer!"

Kirsten's face turned red, but she held her pose. But her eyes showed concern about the baby's seeming rejection of her breast. She remembered Valerie's occasional threats to cut off and cook her remaining tit if she failed in any of her duties.

Trish said, "He hasn't had a breast in a while. He probably doesn't know what a tit is for anymore."

Valerie laughed. "Whatever, I'd think he's gonna win this round!"

Trish watched her baby's reactions closely. Kristen kept her body motionless, looking straight ahead. Nonetheless, the baby cried and wouldn't take her nipple. Kirsten's heart was sinking over the potential implications of this. She wondered if she would lose her tit because of this irritable baby. She silently prayed for him to begin sucking.

Finally, Valerie got up. "I have an idea."

The Chief Matron gently squeezed the end of Kirsten's breast until a few drops squirted onto the tips of her fingers. Then she touched the liquid to the baby's lips. He sucked it in. Valerie then guided the milky nipple to his mouth. William began sucking strongly. Valerie whispered to him. "There, there. Enjoy her big udder all you want."

The two women and their children quietly watched the infant suckle. Kristen sighed with relief.

After a few minutes, the baby started crying again. Kirsten now looked very alarmed, even frightened. She stammered, "Miss Kelly, I'm so, so sorry. I think I may be dry."

Valerie got up and snapped, "What? Then get your dry udder out of his face!"

Kirsten quickly stood up. Her face was ashen.

Valerie turned to Trish, "I'm sorry about this, Trish. Kirsten should have warned us so we could get another girl."

The Chief Matron got on the intercom and asked, "Hey Martina, this is Valerie. Has Lynne had her milking yet?" A voice replied, "Not yet." Valerie then said, "Then send her up to my office right now."

Kimi walked behind Kirsten and yanked her apron string. As the garment fell to the floor, the little girl smacked the woman's naked buttocks and shouted, "Bad slave! You ran out of milk and made her baby cry!"

Trish finally saw the result of the circumcision. Kirsten had been shaved. Due to her lack of labia, her light pink slit dominated her vulva.

Kirsten stammered apologies as she covered pubic area with one hand. The little girl had stripped her naked.

Kimi reached in and tried to pull Kirsten's hand away, crying, "No fair! Make her show it, mommy!"

Kirsten looked to Valerie for help. Valerie looked at Trish, who tried to form words but only wound up waiting for Valerie to make a decision. In her heart of hearts, she wanted to see the result of the circumcision.

Valerie looked at Kirsten. "You heard what my daughter ordered. Drop your hand!"

Face crimson, Kirsten lowered her arm. She now stood fully exposed.

Kimi pointed at Kirsten's uncovered vagina and giggled, "It looks like a big clam doesn't it?"

Trish blushed and looked at her twins. They were agape. She wondered if she should have at least covered their eyes. But on second thought, she thought it was just as well she hadn't. She could only imagine the neuroses she would have caused by making a fuss. What was done was done.

After a few awkward moments of silence, Valerie said, "Well, Trish, that's what they look like with a full cut."

Trish could see that Valerie was still embarrassed about the dry tit. Trish didn't want her to feel that way, so she pointed at Kirsten's crotch and smiled, "That was your first try at circumcision?"

Valerie nodded.

Trish said, "Wow. It looks so professional! Can you help me with Jennifer's circumcision when I get ready?"

Valerie brightened. "I'd love to."

A slender, lovely brunette then entered the office. She wore only high heels and a plain black thong. She had two pendulous breasts.

Valerie pointed her to the fussing baby. "Suckle him."

Without a word, the brunette walked over and assumed the pose over William. Soon, the infant was happily suckling on one of her dangling breasts.

Kirsten was still standing at attention, totally naked. Valerie opened the door of her credenza and pulled out a cat-o-nines flogger. She looked at Trish and said, "Excuse me but I need to counsel Kirsten about her inexcusable indiscretion."

Valerie then walked up in front of Kristen and cracked the whip hard across the end of her naked breast. Kirsten curled her toes into the rug and bit her lower lip with pain. Trish flinched to see the sharpness of the blow.

Valerie pulled Kirsten's breast up by the nipple and hissed, "I really ought to cut your dry knocker off and serve it roasted to our visitors, just to teach you a lesson about common courtesy."

Valerie lashed the breast again, making Kristen emit a suppressed yelp. "Do you want to keep this big titty of yours off the grill?"

Kirsten, still smarting from the blow on her breast, gasped, "Oh yes Mistress!"

Valerie snapped, "Stand with your legs apart!"

Kirsten obeyed, bracing her body.

Valerie swung the flogger up between Kirsten's thighs. The ends of the instrument smacked audibly across her trimmed vulva.

The blond beauty groaned and sucked in her breath. Beads of perspiration popped out on her forehead and upper lip.

Valerie said, "Then are you ever going to inconvenience the child of a guest again?"

Kirsten gasped, "No Mistress."

Valerie said, "Then will you learn to keep better track of your milk levels and give the mother decent notice before you go dry?"

Kirsten nodded. "Yes Mistress."

Valerie said, "Ok. Now get out of here and go do my laundry."

Kirsten forced a smile and moaned, "Yes Mistress. Thank you for permitting me to keep my breast."

Kirsten picked up her apron, bowed and limped out.

William was soon asleep and sated. Valerie motioned for the new wet nurse to leave. The brunette bowed to both women and left.

Valerie looked at her watch and sighed, "Now where has the time gone? I'm so sorry. I still need to brief you on your settlement concerning Jennifer Spencer and give you the agenda for the day."

Trish smiled. "That's ok. I'm all ears."

Valerie opened a file and scanned the first page. "Jennifer Spencer, age 25. Blonde, blue eyes. Five foot seven. 125 pounds. Size 34 bust, C cup. 24-inch waist. 35 inch hips. Size 7.5 M shoe. Small corn on her left pinkie toe."

Trish laughed, "I wouldn't know about the corn. But that sounds like her."

Valerie smiled. "Sorry. We record all physical features -- moles, birthmarks, corns, calluses, bunions, fillings, whatever."

The Chief Matron continued. "Debutante of the Year. Magna Cum Laude. MBA with High Distinction. Convicted for seducing Mr. Ethan Kelly."

Trish nodded. "That's my husband."

Valerie frowned. "They actually got to the sex part?"

Trish looked down. "Yes. She'd been working on him for a while before I found out. Another girl at the office who hated Jennifer finally came to my house and filled me in. I was devastated."

Valerie said, "I'm sorry it went so far. Have you forgiven him?"

Trish said, "I'm part way there. Ethan and I agreed to separate for a couple of months. He took an assignment in the Middle East, in one of those conservative countries where it's against the law to even speak to a woman."

Valerie said, "Luckily, I found out about Kirsten before she got my Brent into bed. If Kirsten had fucked him, I would have forgotten the scalpel and chewed her damn labia off."

Trish said, "After seeing Jennifer's smirk at the office Christmas party, I wanted to do just that with hers."

Valerie said, "It wouldn't be the first time that's happened."

Trish raised her eyebrows. "You mean chewing?"

Valerie nodded. "Yep. One mother walked in here and wanted to chew the lower tenders off a woman who had run off with her banker husband. The woman had been his new executive assistant. As soon as we'd shaved and locked the prisoner in the clitorectomy harness, all hell broke loose. This career girl was expecting some neat surgical procedure. But when the wife arrived and informed her how she was going to circumcise her, the slave started bucking and peeing in the harness. As soon as we cleaned her up, the wife was between her legs like a ferret, biting and eating her pussy away in pieces. It was a sight to behold. She chewed off her labia, clit and hood. Then she stood up on a stool and bit off her nipples! Then, after all that, she left her slave with us. She didn't even want her! We sent the woman to the Regeneration Laboratory. It's all grown back now."

Trish wrinkled her nose. "Ewww."

Valerie laughed. "Ewww is right. Then the wife called me yesterday to inform me that her divorce from the 'bastard' was final and that she wanted her slave after all. I told her we had grown her tenders back. She said she was coming to chew them off again. In fact, I think she may show up today. This is one angry lady."

Trish said, "Wow. You allow her to keep doing that?"

Valerie replied, "Sure. She can chew them off as many times as she wants. But personally, I like mine cooked."

Trish said. "I agree."

Valerie said, "Anyway, I see you've elected to have Miss Spencer delivered with her tenders intact."

Trish nodded. "Yes. As I said, my husband is away, so her organs don't worry me now. Besides, I want to harvest them for a special occasion just as you did. Ethan and I will renew our marriage vows when he returns. I'd like for all of us to dine on her tenders then. And yes, I want Jennifer to serve them to us just as you had Kirsten serve hers."

Valerie smiled. "That's becoming so popular. It's very romantic, too."

Trish nodded. "It has great symbolism."

Valerie said, "Now I'd like to go over what we have planned for you today. First of all, I'd like to give you a tour of the facilities and equipment. Then, you can enjoy a contest between some of the slaves to see whose tenders will be harvested for your reception this evening. Then you'll get to see how we harvest them. Then tomorrow morning we'll introduce you to your slave and have her demonstrate her obedience to you. Would you like to stay overnight?"

Trish nodded. "Yes, please. Our bags are in my car."

Valerie smiled. "Great."

Trish said, "I have one question, though. How is it that tenders are available for receptions? Haven't they all been claimed by other wives?"

Valerie replied. "No, some wives want the tenders cut off before they pick up their slaves and don't care to eat them either. These prisoners are placed in the pool for receptions. We have more than 1500 women here and at least 20% of them fit in this category. The other 80% of the prisoners are either awaiting settlement of wives' claims or their tenders are spoken for. All must give their tit milk to charity until they're picked up, however."

Trish said, "Fifteen hundred? Oh my. This is quite an operation. What's the charity?"

Valerie replied, "A local orphanage."

Trish said, "Good, these greedy bitches should be doing such things to make amends."

Valerie said, "We have so many slaves in waiting because of the pending financial settlements. So many of the prisoners hail from well-to-do families. It's been hard to track down and liquidate their assets. By the way, that reminds me."

Valerie pulled an envelope out of the file and handed it to Trish. "A cashiers check for the $250,000."

Trish smiled. "We can always use that."

Valerie said, "You deserve to have it. By the way, before we start the tour, do you want to leave your kids in day care?"

Samantha jumped off the couch and stamped her foot. "No! Michael and I want to go with YOU mommy!"

Trish looked torn. Valerie said, "They can come along if they want and if it's ok with you. It's just that the prisoners are required to be totally naked in certain areas. They're going to see lots of naked women here if they join the tour."

Kirsten shrugged her shoulders. "Well they've already seen Kirsten nude."

Valerie looked at the twins and said, "They sure did. Of course, the nannies assigned to Day Care are almost naked. We make them go bare-titted so they can nurse quickly. And the kids are always sneaking up behind the nannies and pulling their thongs down."

Trish laughed. "This is quite a prison! It seems kids are king here. Anyway, I think my children will throw a fit if I leave them. They've never been away from me."

Valerie smiled. "Very well. Then let's get started."

[to be continued]