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Jealous Wives United - Chapter 2: The Mastectator

Submission Date: 2003-09-07 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 her 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 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 sending little Kimi back down to Child Care, Valerie led Trish and her twins down a long, carpeted hallway. As the group walked, Valerie turned to Trish and said, "You're our VIP guests, so the prisoners owe you all honors. The fact that these women have lost or may lose their tits and clits doesn't excuse them from showing impeccable manners. During your tour, please consider your wishes their command. Both your and your children's every desire and interest shall be promptly attended to."

Trish glanced down at her kids and chuckled, "Even my children's desires? Mmmm. Your prisoners may get more than they bargained for!"

Valerie laughed. "That's the prisoners' problem. We may have cows interned here, but they aren't sacred cows anymore. It's pay-the-piper time for these home-wrecking young ladies, regardless of how much shame that fact may slap on their haughty faces. These women are here to eat a very big quota of crow, no matter the age of the person who serves it to them."

The Chief Matron shook her finger. "And should any of these young ladies have a problem with it, she knows the consequences. If her tenders are unclaimed, I'll have her tits lopped off or her clit carved out in a heartbeat. If her tenders are already spoken for, I'll have her punished in other rough ways. Of course, most of these women are destined to lose their tenders in the end, but they tend to want to hang on to their dainties as long as they can."

Trish nodded. "Hmm. That's quite an incentive for the inmates to respect visitors."

The Chief Matron cast a brief smile at Trish's twins and continued. "It works. And it's an extra incentive for the prisoners to honor our junior VIP guests."

Valerie smiled sympathetically at Trish. "Your children are so precious. They're the littlest victims of a predatory bacheloress. So they've earned a special right to be as playful and rambunctious as they please in this facility."

Trish smiled in appreciation. "Thank you."

Valerie went on. "And, after all, they are children. And like most kids, they may have curiosities, whims, fancies, caprices, notions, or mischievous impulses regarding these prisoners. They may even feel the urge to be downright nasty to these young ladies for their villainies. Why should such inclinations be restrained? They're only fair and natural. Let 'em run amok! Regardless of what your kids' impulses may be, they shall all be honored to the letter. I'll see to that."

Trish said, "Wow. That's quite an invitation."

Valerie asked, "Are your kids the inquisitive kind?"

Trish nodded emphatically. "Oh yes, very. My children are nothing if not inquisitive. They're always asking me questions, especially Samantha. Michael is just as filled with questions too, but he's much shyer about asking them. And it takes a while for my son's mischievous side to emerge. Michael usually follows Samantha's lead. She's always full of devilment. But both of them will make you want to pull your hair when they get up a head of steam."

Valerie winked at the little boy and playfully tapped him on his nose. "Oh Michael. You may be the quiet one, but you can tickle a mean foot once you get started, can't you honey? I just loved the way you and your sister worked on Kirsten's big soles. You really tested her composure! I've never seen such ferocious tickle-torture! She'll beg you for mercy the next time she sees you coming at her with a feather!"

Both women laughed as the little boy blushed and then hid his face behind Trish's thigh. Trish leaned over and hugged her reticent son. "That's OK, sweetie. No need to be shy. Be proud! It was awesome the way you tickled the feet of Valerie's slave. You really opened up a can of 'gitchy goo' on that pretty lady."

The little boy blushed and giggled. The 'open up a can' analogy always amused him.

Valerie smiled at the child. "You sure did, honey. You had Kirsten hanging on for her dear nipple. If I'd let you work on her feet another second, I'm sure she would've cracked and then I would've had to snip off her nozzle. You really know how to put the itchy-gitchy to a woman's soles!"

Michael blushed again. He was amazed to hear such encouragement from adults. Their seeming celebration of his foot-tickling skills made his tiny member tingle and stiffen with excitement. He suddenly wanted to be under his bedcovers, doing that secret thing that made the tingling sensation explode along the shaft of his penis in a way that left his heart racing. He didn't understand why the sensation happened or what it was for. He only knew that it felt magically good. Michael remembered his mother's momentary look of surprise when she once walked into his room and saw him playing with himself while looking at a magazine advertisement for women's trouser socks. Even though his mother had quickly composed herself and pretended not to notice, Michael was more careful to pleasure himself under the covers in the future. But he noticed that his mother never questioned his interest in her fashion magazines, nor did she complain when they disappeared for days at a time.

Trish glanced at her son's slightly flushed face and smiled slightly. She leaned towards Valerie, whispering, "Um. I don't know how to say this, but I think that little foot-tickling session with Kirsten may have pushed my son's buttons. I hope you don't think him too weird, but ..."

Puzzled, Valerie whispered back. "Weird? Why would I think that? Your son is darling!"

Trish blushed. "Well... uh... for some reason he likes to see pretty women's feet, their bare or stockinged feet I mean. It excites him in some way. I think it's a fetish with him or something. He's always taking the nylon stocking and women's foot-care ads from the Sunday paper and various magazines to bed with him. I don't know where he got this quirk of his, but it's definitely part of him."

The Chief Matron smiled broadly and whispered, "A fetish for adult women's feet? Why should your son be ashamed of that? I think it's kinda cute! As far as I can see, it's not that unusual either. I've noticed that many of the kids do. At least the foot fetish shows up, or perhaps is acquired, once they've spent some time here."

Trish said, "Oh?"

"Yep. I guess it's because we require the prisoners to do so many things in their nylon-stockinged or bare feet, even when they work as nannies in Child Care. The kids love to play Nanny Tickle so much that the nannies must stay pretty much barefoot or in nylons all the time to accommodate them. If Michael hangs around here for long, he's definitely going to see tons of pretty women's shoeless feet."

Trish rolled her eyes. "Oh lord, my son will be all peepers."

Valerie smiled. "Let his eyes feast. That's why I insist that the prisoners keep their feet well groomed at all times, out of courtesy to the children. The women are required to keep their toenails impeccably manicured. They also must attend to their corns and calluses, which isn't easy given that the prisoners are required to wear snug dress pumps a good part of the day. So our prisoners must work hard to keep their feet soft and smooth."

Valerie winked at the little boy and leaned towards Trish. "We even invite interested kids to inspect the women's feet on a regular basis, because we value their opinion. Michael can join in a foot inspection if he likes. In fact, I can arrange to call an inspection in your little boy's honor while he's here. I'll have the entire prison population bare-soles-up for a cutie like him. And every woman here is a beauty. Would your son enjoy that?"

Trish gasped, "Oh my god. My little boy inspecting pretty women's bare feet? He'd flip."

Samantha, irritated by all the attention given her brother in the discussion, tugged at Trish's arm. "I tickled Kirsten's feet too, mommy! Don't I get to inspect their feet too?"

Trish smiled at her daughter. "You sure did, honey! You tickled her hard! Both of you tickled that woman silly! I'm sure Valerie would allow you to inspect."

Valerie smiled at the little girl. "No problem, sweetie! I'm sure you'd be a very tough inspector. No callus is going to escape your eye!"

The little girl beamed.

The Chief Matron whispered to Trish, "I adore your daughter. She looks as if she was born with spunk."

"She sure was."

"Believe it or not, my Kimi was actually more like your Michael. She was the shy type."

"Oh? I'd never have imagined it by the way she handled Kirsten."

"Yep, Kimi was once the shy one. But she got over it. Kimi lost her fear the first week Kirsten was our slave. I had the bitch come in every afternoon and clean Kimi's room in nothing but a G-string. Then I gave my daughter white gloves and let her check the result. If Kimi found any dust anywhere after the cleaning, I would spank Kirsten's bare ass, soles, and breasts with the flat of my daughter's hairbrush. And I let Kimi watch the punishment. I let my daughter view the discpline just to show her that things were different. I wanted Kimi to know that the woman who tried to seduce her daddy was a beaten foe. My little girl needed to see Kirsten, with her patrician looks and fancy college degree, spanked hard and taking it."

Trish said, "Oh my. The sight of that must have done the trick."

"It sure did. By the end of the week, Kimi was administering the strokes to Kirsten herself, and she was laying them on with all the strength her little arms could muster. My daughter was turning Kristen's ass quite red on a regular basis. Kimi didn't shy away from whacking her breasts either. I was just amazed at how my child could make that woman's bare udders dance with that hairbrush. She didn't spare her soles either. Before long, Kimi had Kirsten cleaning her room totally naked and was spanking her knockers, ass and soles for the slightest thing."

Trish shook her head. "That's amazing. She's only six and had the spunk to beat the tar out of a grown woman's ass, breasts and feet."

Valerie laughed. "Well, when it came to Kirsten's titties, it's more like Kimi beat the cream out of them. Kirsten was lactating pints by then. My daughter made her milk squirt with those tit spankings."

Trish gasped, "She spanked her teats that hard? Ouch! Your little girl is tough!"

"I had no inkling of how tough she could be. In the end, as I said, it was Kimi who pulled the lanyard that took off Kirsten's tit. It made me truly appreciate the depth of my child's pent up rage at that bitch for trying to steal her daddy away. My daughter proved to be a powerful little spokesperson for our whole family. Kimi said it so well when she released that big blade on Kirsten's knocker."

Trish nodded. "That says it all."

Valerie then looked down at Trish's twins and said, "Anyway, nobody's too young to ask a question, express a desire or work out a little anger here. I hope both of your children will feel free to voice their interests and to behave like little hellions towards the prisoners if they feel the urge. Here in the Dairy, all questions require answers. All desires demand satisfaction. It's my policy that any wives or their children who've been harmed by these Yuppie temptresses shall have the run of this facility. It's your birthright. This is your 'get it out of your systems' theme park as far as we're concerned. Here in the Dairy, wives rule and home-wreckers toe the line. As I said, the prisoners had better toe that line with all the graciousness they can muster, or there'll be hell to pay. We've strict rules for the prisoners, and they must obey those rules from their tits to their toes. And we won't hesitate to discipline a prisoner who steps out of line, especially around a child. We won't even tolerate a crooked stocking seam on an inmate who nurses your baby."

Trish's heart skipped a beat at the thought of her and her children being the beneficiaries of such obedience from a prison full of pretty women. She realized this environment had awakened her long dormant bi-sexual side and also aroused a slight fascination on her part with the "taboo" and the "kinky." She was still wet from the memory of Kirsten's flogging and the sight of her own children helping to milk the woman's pendulous breast. Trish had to admit that her normally conventional, suburban-housewife self was now burning with curiosity at how far such practices might go in the Dairy. She felt more uninhibited with each moment she spent with Valerie, ever freer to explore whatever might unfold in this topsy-turvy world.

Samantha also perked up at Valerie's invitation. Visions of mischief were already brewing in her head.

Michael, on the other hand, seemed lost in thought as he pondered the meaning of this surprising offer. Nonetheless, the little boy was beginning to understand that he would be permitted to do as he pleased.

Trish cleared her throat and said, "I'm very impressed with the discipline I've seen so far." Then she looked down at her twins. "I think my kids were little blown away by it, too. I mean they aren't used to seeing grownup women stripped naked and punished as Kirsten was. But I feel it's good for them to see stern justice applied to adults."

Valerie smiled. "Yes, the children who visit here for the first time are always amazed to see adults in this predicament."

Trish nodded. "I'm not surprised. It's probably their first sight of grown women under discipline. It's certainly a first for my brood. But I feel they need to see it."

Valerie said, "It's a first for all of them. The children tend to see themselves as powerless. They take for granted that all adults must be obeyed without question. So these poor kids see predatory single girls trying to break up their homes and automatically assume they must suffer the assault in silence."

"But here, the children see a different model. They learn that the haughty, 20-something beauties who came between their mommies and daddies didn't get off scot-free after all. They see the young women's adult authority rudely stripped from them and the humiliating ordeals the prisoners must endure for their crimes and, ultimately, the loss of their tenders. It's a powerful revelation for the children and a stern lesson for women who wronged them."

Trish nodded. "It's an awesome lesson indeed! And I feel it's a more than fair one too. It seems to me that eating a little humble pie is the least these women can do to make amends for their destructive behavior. Loss of tits and labia seem only reasonable compensation."

Valerie continued. "Exactly. And as the children grow accustomed to this new model of justice, they develop confidence. And with confidence comes inquisitiveness. And with inquisitiveness finally comes assertiveness. They feel empowered beyond their wildest fantasies."

"I can see that. Your Kimi certainly demonstrated her empowerment in the way she handled Kirsten. I love your daughter's confidence at such a young age! I bet she'll be running this prison someday."

Valerie smiled. "My daughter would be a holy terror as a Chief Matron. And it's all the more amazing because, as I said, Kimi was once a painfully shy child."

Trish said, "She seems like a take-charge little girl now."

"She is. Kimi's only six years old, but she now moves easily among the prisoners, even when the inmates are nude. She thinks nothing of bossing naked women around."

"I can believe it."

Valerie winked. "Of course, it doesn't hurt that her mother is Chief Matron. But all kids who spend any time here eventually shed their self-doubt about confronting these wrongdoers."

Valerie then shook her finger, "And we won't tolerate complaints, protests, surliness, moodiness or insolence from the prisoners on these matters, either. The prisoners' must exhibit especially impeccable behavior towards the children of matrons and visitors. Here, it's a cardinal sin for a prisoner to displease, disrespect, intimidate, refuse to cater to, or otherwise inconvenience a visiting child. Kirsten committed such a sin when she nursed your William. She inconvenienced your baby by not giving advance warning about her dry udder. I flogged her breast and cunt for that. And I was sorely tempted to have her remaining tit lopped off to boot. The home-wrecking breast that displeases a visiting infant deserves to wind up in the cooking pot."

Trish nodded. "I'll have to admit that it was rude of Kirsten to interrupt my William's feeding."

Valerie said, "It was intolerably rude of her. And if Kirsten proves repeatedly careless with her nursing, I'll have no choice but to cut off her remaining teat. I'll have her breast slow-cooked, minced and fed to the next baby she disappoints."

Valerie added, "By the way, we encourage mothers and children to report such transgressions so that we may promptly punish the offenders. So, please report any situation that's not to your or your children's liking."

Trish nodded. "Don't worry. We will."

Valerie took Trish's hand. "I can't over emphasize this. We demand that the prisoners treat the children like deities and graciously cater to their every need and whim. So, please let me know whenever your William needs his next feeding. I'll have a smiling face and full tit dangling above your darling baby faster than he can shake his little rattle. He can have his pick of the udders here."

Trish said, "Thanks Valerie. Your Penal Diary is a harried mom's heaven. Child care and breast milk on demand? I'd never have dreamed of such a thing. It's simply overwhelming. I could sit back and read a book all day if I lived here."

Valerie smiled. "You could. And you can enjoy all those benefits in your own home as well, once you have Jennifer Spencer as your slave. You can have her serve you and your family in any way you chose. That includes her giving her breast milk. She can be your fulltime cow. At least she can be your cow until you have her tits cut off for your husband's return. After that, you can get your milk from this place. Of course, you could spare one of Jennifer's tits for milking if you wanted. Many wives with infants leave one tit on their slaves for their babies to nurse."

Butterflies fluttered in Trish's stomach. She tried to imagine what it would be like to have a female slave, particularly a female who had been her deadly rival, in her own home. She wondered if she would be capable of managing another woman and ordering her to give suck. In the end, she also wondered if she'd be able to look Jennifer in the eye and inform her that her time had come for circumcision and mastectomy. Of course, the mastectomy would be the most profound demand. Trish knew it was her legal right to have Jennifer rendered completely titless. Yet, she was relieved that she had some time to decide the fate of Jennifer's breasts before Ethan's return.

As the two women walked, Trish noticed that the corridor also had windows on one side looking out on areas of the Dairy. The various hallways were actually catwalks designed for ease of observation, with elevators providing access to the main areas of operation.

Trish suddenly glanced out to see a column of nude, highly attractive white women exiting the doors of a gymnasium. Though the prisoners were beautiful, they looked flushed and exhausted. Their swaying breasts glistened with a sheen of perspiration. A small number of the women were missing one or both of their tits.

Trish saw that a young black girl wearing a sweat suit and holding a riding crop was supervising the column. She appeared to be no older than 12. A tiny little black boy stood behind the girl. As if in a trance, he held his thumb in his mouth and watched the nude prisoners.

Yelling and smacking her riding crop on the prisoner's naked buttocks, the little black girl soon had the women in military formation, bare feet marching in place. The marching motion made their tits bounce slightly.

Trish finally stopped to stare at the scene. "What are all those nude women doing?"

Valerie said, "Oh, those are prisoners coming from their late morning nakeds."

Trish said, "Their what?"

"Their nakeds. It's slang for nude calisthenics. It's part of their training as slaves. We insist that the women be highly flexible and fit. So we schedule them for daily nakeds, 50 women per session. We have nakeds spaced out over the day in five separate gyms."

Trish said, "Who's the black girl and the little boy?"

Valerie replied, "Oh that's Keisha. She's a Junior Fitness Matron. The little boy is her baby brother Ramon. Keisha's the daughter of one of our matrons. She wants to be a physical education instructor, so we let her practice on the prisoners. She just turned 11. We have several Junior Fitness Matrons around her age."

Trish said, "Keisha seems very authoritative for one so young. The women seem to be obeying her, too."

Valerie replied, "Don't let Keisha's youth fool you. Those prisoners may be more than twice her age, but that little girl gives them quite a workout. She makes their tits hurt from the effort. Keisha demands difficult exercises."

Valerie giggled. "And some of that little girl's ideas about exercise might not be exactly acceptable in the public schools. They involve very revealing poses. But all of our Junior Fitness Matrons are real crack-busters."

Trish said, "Crack busters?"

Valerie giggled. "I mean they make the prisoners do the splits a lot. Let's just say that observing the niceties of modesty is not a high priority with our Junior Matrons. They like to take everything to the edge if you know what I mean. They make the prisoners spread 'em wider and wider still. Keisha's no exception."

Trish blushed. "Oh my. And the little boy gets to watch?"

Valerie shook her head. "You bet. And the prisoners are really in for it when Keisha's baby brother shows up. Whew! His big sister really cranks it up a notch when he's in the stands. Keisha kind of likes to show off for him. She gets the prisoners' boobies bouncing double time for that little boy. She makes the women spread for him until they wince. And the boy doesn't have to do a thing but sit there and watch."

Trish said, "It must embarrass the women, having to exercise so vigorously for a little child, in the nude I mean. Especially since Keisha and her brother are...um...well..."

Valerie smiled. "I know what you mean. They're black and the prisoners are white women. The white prisoners don't dare show it, but I know it galls them to have to hump it in the nude for a black child. But they should've thought of that before they tried to steal black women's husbands. Yeah, we have a few white girls here who tried that. And Keisha gets to exercise them all. Any white girl who's tried to seduce a married black man has a date with Keisha."

Valerie paused and gave Trish a sheepish look. "Ooops. I hope you're not offended."

Trish smiled reassuringly. "No. Not at all. I may be white, but I have zero sympathy for these home-wreckers no matter what their race is. Keisha has every right to exercise those white women as hard as she sees fit."

Valerie said, "I'm glad you understand. I feel the same way about Asian American girls who transgressed. We have a few of them here too. Most of them tried to steal white women's husbands. So I appointed a terrifically tough little white girl as their Junior Fitness Matron. We run a very equal-opportunity operation here."

Trish giggled. "Keisha's regimen must be an eye opener for little Ramon."

"It is, but he's used to the scene by now. As you may have guessed, humiliating the prisoners in front of the affected children is part of our punishment strategy. So, your twins are welcome to view naked exercises if they wish."

Then Valerie giggled. "Anyway, Keisha's little brother isn't complaining. He even..." She paused.

Trish asked, "What?"

"Well..he sticks one hand inside his pants and plays with himself as he watches the exercises."

"Oh my god. You mean he...?

"Yes, he masturbates when he sees the women exercise."

Trish blushed as she looked out the window at the little black boy. She wondered if he had just pulled his pud.

Valerie said, "I'm not kidding. But it's not an uncommon sight around here. In fact, it happens often in the Child Care Center. The kids get all excited by what they see there, so they masturbate to relieve their tensions. It just happens."

Trish said, "Oh my. What do you do?"

"Nothing. I wouldn't give those home-wreckers the satisfaction of seeing a child scolded for anything. And the nannies know not to make a fuss about masturbation either. They must pretend not to notice it."

Valerie looked down at Trish's wide-eyed son. Then she whispered in the mother's ear, "Does your little boy ever masturbate?"

Trish blushed, but whispered, "Well...uh...yes. When he sees pictures of pretty women's feet."

"Oh yeah, it's his foot fetish thing. Do you approve?"

"Well, it kind of embarrasses me to see him do it. But I've never scolded him for it. All the psychologists' books say to let them go ahead and pleasure themselves. Otherwise, they'll get a complex about feeling that kind of pleasure."

Valerie said, "I just thought I'd check, in case you leave your son in our Child Care Center. He'll see real bare and hosed feet in there, not pictures. And we don't stop the kids from masturbating in the Center, so long as they keep their clothes on. We even offer these sweatpants they can wear to make it easy for them to get their hands down below."

Trish replied, "Ah, well, I guess that's ok. I mean, it would be funny for my child not to be allowed to do it while the others can."

"Exactly my sentiments."

The two women looked at the nude women as Keisha marched them to the showers.

Trish said, "I can see what you mean about Keisha being a hard little task mistress. The women look so exhausted and red faced! She must have worked them hard today."

Valerie smiled. "Well, to tell you the truth, some of that may be due to the Fly."

Trish looked puzzled. "The Fly?"

Valerie said. "I mean Spanish Fly. It's an aphrodisiac. We put it in the women's food. It's very good for the health of their tenders and boosts their milk production. But it also keeps the women horny as hell all the time. In fact, they can get so horny that certain exercises can cause them to have a slight orgasm."

Trish looked back in surprise. "Is that allowed?"

"Not really. We don't permit the prisoners to casually masturbate themselves or each other with their hands or any object. And they're not supposed to show orgasmic behavior during exercise. At least, the prisoners must keep doing the exercise without yelling out or touching their pussies. So they've gotten pretty good at hiding their exercise-induced orgasms. But you can tell when it's happening if you watch their pussies closely."

Trish gasped, "The Spanish Fly must be driving these women mad! Is exercise is the only way to relieve it?"

"It's just one way, but not a very dependable way. Fitness Matrons limit the time for those exercises tending to stimulate orgasm. Anyway, a gym orgasm is a poor substitute for what the women really need to be satisfied for any length of time. They're just a teaser. The prisoners require intense masturbation to achieve that degree of relief. They need serious fucking with big sex toys. And that kind of masturbation is a privilege, not a right. It's not allowed anywhere except in the Masturbatoreum."

Trish said, "What's the Masturbatoreum?"

Valerie said, "The Masturbatoreum is an area equipped with a variety of toys and other items to aid an orgasm. Under the supervision of the matrons, the prisoners can work it all out of their systems in there. But the women must exhibit exceptionally gracious obedience to earn time in that little retreat. Being a gracious nanny helps. We let the children in the Child Care Center grade the nannies' performance. Nannies in the top half of the weekly nanny ratings get time in the Masturbatoreum."

Trish said. "Wow. I'm just astonished the women are allowed to cum at all."

Valerie said, "I understand your surprise. Allowing these miscreants any pleasure seems inconsistent with punishment. We permit it only to enhance their tenders' health and milk quality. But we've also found the Masturbatoreum gives the prisoners extra incentive to comply with our rules. Some nannies fall all over themselves to be popular with the kids just to earn a chance to masturbate. They put on funny skits. They give the children horsy back rides. They act like clowns. Some women have even gone so far as to volunteer a breast or a clit to win the privilege."

"You mean you have women who would let their tenders be cut off to get time in there?"

"It's not uncommon for a prisoner to get that horny."

Trish laughed. "It's kind of a reversal of roles, isn't it?"

Valerie said, "How do you mean?"

Trish replied, "Well, it's usually the grownup nannies of the world who are forbidding the kids to masturbate. Here, it's the kids who get to masturbate freely while their adult nannies must jump through hoops to get to do it. The kids are in effect the gatekeepers to your Masturbatoreum!"

Valerie smiled. "Good way to put it! The kids hold the keys. It's poetic justice, don't you think?"

"It's profoundly poetic."

Trish then frowned. "You know, using the Spanish Fly here in this prison makes sense. But I'm not sure about bringing a horny Jennifer Spencer home with me. Or at least I'm not too cool on her being horny when my husband returns from overseas."

Valerie said, "Well, if you plan to have Jennifer's tenders cut off for that occasion, you won't need the Spanish Fly anymore. Actually, you can eliminate the Fly from her diet anytime you wish, but her tenders will become less delectable. Horny tenders are so juicy."

"Hmmm, you have a point there."

A woman in a matron's uniform approached them from the other end of the corridor. Trish recognized Martina.

Valerie said, "Well hello Martie. How's it going with the new batch of prisoners?"

Martie replied, "A bit slow, Ms. Chang. Five of the new women fainted when we showed them the Mastectator. We had to give them smelling salts to revive them. But they're finally all in the sauna now. Their fitness assessments are next."

Trish said, "Hi Martie."

The matron smiled. "Well hi there, Mrs. Kelly. Nice to see you again! I hope you like what you've seen of our facility so far"

Trish said, "I'm very impressed."

Valerie said. "So you two have met?"

Both women nodded. Trish said, "Oh yes. Outside. Martie was marching the new prisoners in."

Valerie said, "Ah yes." She then draped her arm around the pretty matron and said, "Martie is one of our best matrons. She's as nice to our visitors as she is a hard taskmistress to our prisoners. Martie will help get Jennifer ready for your inspection tomorrow."

Martie blushed. "Aw Ms. Chang. You're too kind. I'm just a 9-to-5 workin' girl."

Valerie winked at Trish. "Martie's way too modest."

Trish asked, "What's that thing you just mentioned - the Mastectator?"

Valerie said, "Oh that's the breast guillotine. It's an engineering marvel specifically designed to amputate female breasts. It'll shear off one or two titties at a time, depending on how you set it up. The device also spreads the legs wide so we can take care of the clit and labia as well."

Trish put her hand over her heart and gasped at the description. "Whew. It still takes some getting used to - a machine that cuts off women's breasts."

Valerie said, "The prisoners should count themselves lucky we don't use carving knives. The machine does it in a second."

Trish said. "Do the prisoners view the Mastectator on their first day?"

Valerie replied, "Always. We bring them in groups of ten, naked, so they can get a good close look. Having the prisoners nude when they see the Mastectator seems to increase the emotional impact. We even put a small watermelon in the device to show them how it works. You should see their faces when those melon halves hit the basket. It's so quick. The prisoners' knees buckle and they grab their teats when they see it chop. It's as if their knockers hurt from the image alone. Sometimes they piss all over themselves, too."

Trish said, "Whew! I can understand their reaction. I'd faint if I thought I was going to face that machine someday. The prospect of it must freak the prisoners out."

Valerie said, "A lot of them do pass out when they see the demo. But five faintings is higher than usual for a group this size. They must be a skittish bunch. I mean the women are told in the Tribunal that they'll be subject to breast removal. I guess it doesn't fully register until they see the Mastectator in action."

Trish said, "It would sure wake me up."

Valerie said, "Anyway, we need these women to see the device early. It drives the point home that they have no say about their tenders. But some of them panic and try to make the case for exempting their tits from the Mastectator. They're always trying to make that case."

Trish look puzzled. "You allow the prisoners to plead for their breasts?"

Valerie nodded. "Only if the inmate requests permission to do so and permission is granted for a formal plea. Permission is granted only if a panel of wives agrees to convene and hear her plea. And a prisoner must present her case naked before the panel for any decision to be made. And the panel must include the wife whose home she wrecked. The offended wife has full veto power. Of course, it's futile to plea, but the things one hears are often hilarious. Invariably, the theme is a 'what-a-tragedy-it-would-be-for-your-precious-children-to-lose-the-opportunity-to-enjoy-my breast-milk' kind of thing.

"I think that's why the wives sometimes agree to sit on these panels. They're just curious to hear the bullshit. And it gets hip deep when these women plead for their tits. Of course, every petitioner claims to have the best breast milk on the planet. They swear it cures every childhood ailment from ear infections to poison ivy. They swear they can lactate a river on demand.

"Our prisoners are very bright, articulate and well-educated women from top schools. If you let them, they'll give you a speech and support it with a thesis. It's good for a laugh."

Martina said, "Yep. In the end it's always been thumbs down for their tits."

Valerie said, "Of course, if we choose to stimulate the prisoners before their mastectomy, they sometimes wind up begging us to take their tits off so that we'll continue with the stimulation. We use a special sex toy like we have in the Masturbatoreum."

Trish raised her eyebrows. "A sex toy?"

Valerie said, "It's true. We employ a mechanical dildo. We call it the Fucker. The combination of that and the Spanish Fly really drives them over the edge. A prisoner can wind up getting so sexually stimulated by the Fucker that she'll plead to give up her breasts just to experience the orgasm. We won't stimulate the women through to orgasm unless they beg us to take off their tits."

Trish said, "The women must be flat-out crazy to cum."

Valerie said, "They are. Sometimes they're so deeply in the throes of orgasm when they lose their teats that they barely feel the cuts."

Trish giggled. "That's quite an odd combination, a dildo and a guillotine."

Martina then looked at Trish. "Excuse me Mrs. Kelly, but do you want to drop your kids off at our Child Care Center while you continue your tour?"

Trish shook her head. "No thanks. They want to stay with mom."

"Even your baby?"

Trish thought a moment and said, "Well, you may have a point there. Your Center might not be a bad idea for William."

Martina took the handle of the stroller and said, "I'll make sure the nannies treat your baby like a king. As Ms. Chang probably told you, he'll have the pick of their titties. You can retrieve your son at the end of the tour."

Trish smiled. "Thanks so much."

At that point Valerie's cell phone rang. She whipped it up to her ear and said. "Valerie, Northeastern Penal."

Valerie listened for a long time as an angry female voice screeched on the other end. Finally, she replied, "She did? In front of all your guests? Well that's unacceptable. After all her training, there's no excuse for such behavior."

Valerie listened for a while and said, "Yes, it makes me angry too, Mrs. Koontz. I don't blame you for wanting her tits and pussy parts off. We'll take care of it without delay. And you say you're only a mile from our gate?"

Valerie paused to listen, and then said, "Well, I think the machine is free. But I'll check. Just a sec."

Valerie turned to Martina. "Is the Mastectator available?"

"Then can you get a crew together? Darla Koontz is bringing back her slave. She wants a double, too."

"I'll get Bonnie and Suki. We can have it ready for her knockers in five minutes."

"Great!"

"I'll drop Mrs. Kelly's baby off in Child Care and meet Mrs. Koontz out in the lot."

Martina hurried the stroller onto a nearby elevator and waved goodbye.

Trish asked, "What's going on?

Valerie replied, "A housewife, Darla Koontz, is returning her slave, Hillary, for a double mastectomy and a clitorectomy. Apparently she caught Hillary making eyes at one of her guests' husbands at a cocktail party. Darla had Hillary serving drinks. Apparently the wife accused Hillary of flirting with her husband. The offended wife was Darla's best friend from her college days."

The Chief Matron shook her head. "Hillary was pretty stupid to even leave the impression of flirting with a married man, Spanish Fly or not. Mrs. Koontz is an easygoing sort. She even let Hillary work in regular clothes, as if the woman had some status in her home. Now Darla is feeling humiliated, and she's screaming to have Hillary's tits and lower tenders cut off. She wants to serve her breasts and pussy parts to the family of offended wife at a special brunch tomorrow."

Trish said, "So she wants her tenders sliced off today?"

Valerie replied, "Yep. She feels that serving up Hillary's tenders is the only way for her to save face before her friends."

Trish gasped, "Whew! That's a bit sudden!"

Valerie said, "It is. But we bend over backwards to please the wives. Darla has promised Hillary's size 36c's for her brunch, and we don't want to disappoint her.

"By the way, do you want to see the Mastectator in action? It looks as if we're going to using it to take off Hillary's titties in a few minutes. We'll remove her labia and clit at the same time."

Trish felt her heart jump. Finally, she replied, "Sure. I guess I need to get used to the idea."

Valerie glanced at Trish's kids and said, "There's a partition in the Mastectomy chamber that your kids can stand behind if you like. And of course the amputee can be gagged during most of the process if she gets too vocal."

Trish said, "Fine."

Valerie's cell phone rang. She placed it to her ear. "She's here? Ok, get her ready for the chamber."

Valerie led Trish and her kids the nearest elevator down a level. The party walked past a gymnasium where Trish caught a glimpse of another group of naked women in the throes of exercise. They were doing jumping jacks.

Valerie smiled, "We'll get to see one of the nakeds up close and personal later."

Trish and her children soon found themselves facing huge wooden double doors.

Valerie said, "This is the Mastectomy Chamber. This is where we take their home-wrecking titties off. This is where their udders bite the dust. We cut off the pussy parts here too, when that's part of the sentence."

Trish noticed something that looked like a row of yellowed, oddly shaped parchments framed in glass above the door. She peered more closely at the objects, but saw they bore no writing. Each parchment had a protrusion that looked like a wrinkled brown button in the center. Below each was a plate engraved with a name and date. Trish recognized the names of two actresses, a television reporter, and a supermodel.

Valerie said, "Oh, sorry. Those are tit skins."

Trish put her hand over her mouth. "Tit skins? You mean..?"

The Chief Matron nodded. "Yes, we skinned the amputated tits of those particular women to decorate this chamber. They're all what you would call 'divas'. The wives owning these slaves donated them to us after they had the women's breasts cut off. We like to display the tit skins of the famous ones, to show that this facility gives no special consideration to celebrity home-wreckers. When a prisoner sees a screen idol's tit skins mounted in our trophy case, she understands that we mean business."

The Chief Matron pulled a key from the pocket of her slacks and opened the case. She unpinned one the skins and took it down. As she felt the object between her fingers, she said, "Tia did such a lovely job with these. She's from Mexico. Her father ran a tannery there for luxury leathers. Now Tia has the contract to prepare tit skins. This one is so supple, like a chamois. Here, feel it."

Trish held the skin, feeling its texture. "I see what you mean. It's much softer than it looks in the case."

Valerie said, "It takes great skill to get skins like this. If they're not carefully treated, they'll turn out dry and brittle."

Trish looked closely at the button. "Is this...?"

Valerie flicked the protrusion and said, "Yep. That's her nipple. It took a lot of flair on Tia's part to preserve it so well. The nipples tend to dry out and crack if one's not careful."

Trish said, "Ahh. I see what you mean about Tia's work. The nipple looks almost alive."

The Chief Matron nodded. "As if it might squirt milk at any moment."

Trish nodded. "It's that realistic."

Samantha reached up to feel the edge of the skin. Trish hesitated for a second but then let her little girl take it. The child held the tit skin up to her face and stared at the lifeless nipple. Michael watched his sister intently.

Valerie smiled at Samantha and whispered to Trish, "Your kids are the cutest things. I could have this set of tit skins fashioned into gloves for them you like."

Trish gasped, "Oh I wouldn't want to put you to that kind of trouble."

"It's no trouble. If our babies are entitled to the milk of these husband-stealing sluts, our young children are certainly entitled to be dressed in their tit skins."

At that moment, there was a commotion at the other end of the hallway leading to the Chamber. A young woman's voice pleaded, "Oh god! Please, Mrs. Koontz, not my tits! Not my tits! Honestly, I didn't know he was married! I'm really sorry!"

Valerie rolled her eyes. "'Oh please, not my tits.' I wish I had a dollar for every time I've heard that. It must be Hillary."

Two female feet, one bare and the other with a nylon stocking half off, appeared at the other end of the corridor. Five matrons, all smallish but wiry looking girls, were carrying a naked Hillary Swanson by her shoulders and ankles. Two matrons held her legs apart, exposing her generous blond bush and uncircumcised vagina. Hillary's size 36D breasts lolled on against her rib cage. Her nipples were long and stiff as iron with fear. Her teary blue eyes darted around in desperation as she struggled and pleaded.

Beside this procession walked a thin but attractive woman in her mid 40s. The older woman slapped the breasts of the struggling 26-year old beauty and snapped, "So you say you're sorry after making a fool of me? You should've thought of that before you started coming on to Mr. Jones, you ungrateful bitch slave. I've never been so humiliated in front of guests in my whole life! It'll be so nice to see your jugs get the blades. It'll be so sweet to see your vulva trimmed to the quick. I just can't wait to slow-cook your big milky udders and pussy lips with shallots and white wine."

Hillary tearfully moaned, "Oh god. Please, not that, Mrs. Koontz. I'll do anything."

Paula sneered, "Too late. Say goodbye to your pretty knockers, bitch! Your melons and cunt tenders are soon going to be history!"

Exhausted from her struggles, Hillary slumped in the arms of the matrons as she was carried towards the Chamber door. She realized that the specter haunting every single woman convicted by the Tribunal was now at her door. She knew that fighting her fate any further would only anger the matrons, who could retaliate by being extra harsh in removing her tenders.

Hillary had seen the Mastectator demonstration while she was interned at the Dairy. All prisoners had lived in terror of being summoned to that chamber. Hillary silently cursed her moment of weakness with Paula's guest, Mr. Jones. Mr. Jones, a handsome 50-year old, had acted like a single man. Hillary took a chance that he might be so taken with her youthful beauty that he would offer to purchase her at some price Darla couldn't resist. And, of course, the Spanish Fly always had Hillary on the precipice of danger with any attractive male. Her lack of control had finally brought her to grief.

Trish looked at Hillary's large, perfectly shaped breasts. She couldn't imagine both of them coming off at a stroke.

The matrons stopped next to Trish and her children as one went to open the doors to the Chamber. The pause left Hillary's half-stockinged right foot about three inches from Michael's nose. Michael gaped at the beauty's sole as his sister studied her spread vagina. Samantha looked up at her mother and said, "She has more hair between her legs than you do mommy."

Trish blushed. "Yes, I see that honey."

Hillary blushed deeply when she noticed the two children staring at her nakedness. She felt her vaginal lips instantly trying to pucker in shame at Samantha's stare. She wished the matrons would close her legs.

Hillary then saw the little boy studying her toes. She immediately worried if her foot smelled, given that she had been in heels for a while before the matrons had rudely yanked her pumps off. Hillary knew how picky the Chief Matron was about feet around children. Before she had been released to Darla's custody, she had worked as a nanny in the Child Care Center.

Valerie and Trish noticed Michael's trance-like stare at Hillary's half-clad foot and smiled at each other. Assuming a stern expression, the Chief Matron said to the boy, "Excuse me, honey, but this needs to go."

Valerie reached over and began to slowly peel Hillary's remaining nylon off. As she worked the sheer fabric over Hillary's toes, she commented to the boy, "Nope. You don't need this woman's foul stocking in your face."

Valerie balled up the stocking in her hand and glared at Hillary. "Ewww! The foot of your stocking is drenched with perspiration! How dare you offend this child with your soggy, sweaty nylon!"

Hillary stammered an apology.

The Chief Matron pushed the damp hose against Hillary's nostrils. "Here. Smell your own stinky stocking, bitch."

Hillary wrinkled her nose at the damp, musty odor engulfing her senses. She was stunned by this surreal situation. Although she was about to have her breasts chopped off, all the focus seemed to be on the possibility that her foot odor might have offended the little boy's senses.

Finally, Valerie said, "Bring her in."

Hillary cried, "Oh god."

The matrons pushed the doors open and carried Hillary inside. Valerie, Darla, Trish and her children followed behind.

The room was large, brightly lit and brick-walled with a polished concrete floor. Its shape was circular, with stands for people to sit around the edges. But this amputation had been arranged on too short notice for Valerie to invite spectators.

At one end of the Chamber stood a heavy, wood framed contraption with shackles hanging above it. Two sets of vertical rails stood in the middle of the device. On a nearby table lay two heavy, rectangular blades. Their edges were razor sharp and gleaming under the bright light of the room.

Hillary began to buck when she saw the Mastectator. A matron quickly held a bucket under her as she involuntarily and noisily began voiding her bladder and bowels. Turning her head away, the matron waited for her to empty out. Another matron pressed a button on the wall, whereupon an exhaust fan kicked in and the room began to fill with the faint scent of perfume.

Valerie turned to Trish and said, "I apologize for this, but it almost always happens. When they realize it's going to occur, they piss and shit like there's no tomorrow. It's like they've had an enema."

Samantha wrinkled her nose and tugged on her mother's arm. "Why is that pretty lady doing doo doo?"

Trish leaned down and whispered, "She's doing her doo doo, honey, because she's scared they're going to cut off her bosoms."

Samantha said, "It's yucky and gross!"

Trish said, "Yes, I know honey. But the lady can't help it."

Once Hillary emptied out, a matron thoroughly washed her underside as another quickly took the bucket away.

Hillary suddenly fainted. The matrons were now holding a limp body.

Darla looked disappointed. "How is she going to honor the blades? I would really like her to honor them."

Valerie said, "Don't worry Mrs. Koontz. She shall honor them."

A matron broke a capsule of smelling salts under Hillary's nose. The naked blonde jerked awake.

Valerie slapped one of her cheeks and said, "You know the rules. You must honor the blades. If you do not, the amputation will be performed without stimulation. Mrs. Koontz has been kind enough to grant you the privilege of stimulation to ease your ordeal. Do you wish to lose it?"

Hillary gasped, "No, please. I'll honor them."

The matrons let Hillary down and she stood at trembling attention. Two of the matrons walked over to the table and picked up the heavy blades. They held the cutting edges at the level of Hillary's knees.

Hillary knelt and kissed the edge of each blade. The matrons turned the blades over, and she kissed the opposite edges.

Valerie said, "Now, anoint the blades."

Hillary lifted her right breast and began squeezing her milk onto the edge of the blade facing that breast. She was careful to smear her milk over the full length of the cutting edge with the tip of her nipple. Using her other breast, she repeated the process with the other blade. The matrons then turned the blades over and Hillary repeated the ritual on the opposite edges. As she coated the blades with her milk, Hillary recited in a shaky voice the speech that she had long ago memorized but dreaded having to give. "I honor my Mistress's righteous verdict from the top of my head to the soles of my feet. Thus, with the unworthy cream of my rightly doomed udders, I anoint these magnificent Blades of Justice in honor of Mrs. Darla Koontz, her husband, and her children and her infant grandchild. May my milk lubricate their journey through my unworthy home-wrecking teats."

Trish and her twins looked at this scene in wonderment. Valerie whispered, "As you can see, we insist on a certain amount of decorum for this event."

Darla looked at Valerie. "I adore my new grandson, and he will need a new source of tit milk because of her behavior. Please make her perform the ceremony again, just for him."

Valerie nodded to Hillary, who began squeezing her milk over the blades. Searching her memory for the applicable words, Hillary finally said, "In anointing these magnificent Blades of Justice, I especially apologize to Mrs. Koontz's baby grandson for the inconvenience my transgression has caused him. As I lose my udders, I pray that other tit milk richer than mine shall flow for his needs."

A matron then held out a scalpel. Blushing fiercely at the staring presence of Trish's children, Hillary put her hand down between her legs and rubbed her index finger over her clit and along the insides of her inner labia. She then lifted her hand, kissed each of her fingertips, and recited, "In honor of Mrs. Darla Koontz, her husband, and her children and grandson, I anoint this little Blade of Justice with the juices of my shameless, husband-stealing cunt. May my vaginal fluids lubricate their cutting of my unworthy clitoris and pussy lips." Hillary then leaned over and kissed the scalpel blade.

When Hillary had finished, her chin was on her chest. She was crushed by the finality inherent in this ceremony. Dairy protocol required that anointed blades cut off the breasts and pussy parts that anointed them, unless the wife issued a last minute reprieve. There had never been an exception to that rule.

The matrons led a trembling Hillary to the Mastectator and began locking her into the device. The contraption held the victim with legs extended, thighs wide apart and wrists high above her. A sliding face shield forced the victim's head to one side, to allow the blades to descend obstructed.

As Trish and her twins looked on, the matrons made Hillary sit on the small crosspiece that did nothing more than hold her torso up. It left her anus and pussy fully visible. Then the matrons raised Hillary's legs and shackled her ankles to the supports. After that, they shackled her wrists to chains hanging about her head. The matrons then placed the blades in the runners at the top position, locking them in place. The face shield was left alone. It would be employed at the very end.

The Mastectator placed Hillary's bare feet soles up, which attracted Michael's eyes. The child was soon staring wide-eyed at the whitish bottoms the blond beauty's feet.

Seeing the boy's interest, Trish and Valerie smiled at each other. The Chief matron then examined at Hillary's naked left foot, which was closest to the Michael. She quickly frowned as she felt the knuckle of her pinkie toe.

Valerie turned to Trish's twins. "Children, could you please come look at this?"

Samantha walked right over, but her brother held back.

Michael looked up at his mother. Trish patted his shoulder. "It's ok honey. Go have a look."

The little boy slowly approached the foot. Meanwhile, the Chief Matron began roughly kneading Hillary's pinkie toe knuckle, digging her fingernails into it. Hillary gasped as pain shot through her corn down to her ankle. Darla had been making her work long days in dress pumps that were slightly snug in the toe box. Hillary hadn't gotten around to trimming the painful but barely visible little corn she had rubbed on her little toes.

Valerie looked at the twins. "Children, this slave has been lax with her foot grooming. See? In her carelessness, she's grown corns on her feet. Her feet aren't even fit for Nanny Tickle. You both deserve an apology."

Darla nodded. "Indeed they do."

Trish said. "Yeah. I think my children deserve an apology."

Samantha smacked her tiny hand across Hillary's naked sole and cried, "Yuck! Bad lady!"

The Chief Matron turned to Hillary, whose face was now burning with a mixture of embarrassment and pain. "For shame, woman! See how you've insulted my little guests? Apologize to these children for coming into their presence with your corny feet, or I'll have Eun Lee come in and trim your corns with carpet shears before we even get to your tits and clit!"

Hillary looked at the gawking children and stammered, "Little master and mistress, I apologize for my corns." She remembered Eun, the pretty but merciless Korean American girl who specialized in foot inspections and punishments. No prisoner wanted to have Eun's "assistance" with her foot grooming.

Michael giggled at the apology. But Samantha turned her button nose upward, as if unimpressed with Hillary's statement of contrition.

Hillary was relieved when Valerie didn't use the little girl's reaction as a basis for calling Eun. She was already having enough cut off today.

Hillary finally glanced up to see the edges of the blades, still dripping with her milk. She shuddered and whimpered, "Will I be stimulated?"

Valerie snapped, "Do you take me for a liar, bitch? As a told you, Mrs. Koontz has been kind enough to grant you stimulation, and I'll honor her request."

Hillary said, "Thank you."

The matrons then rolled a kind of machine under Hillary's rear. The large head of a dildo protruded from its top.

Trish said, "Is that the Fucker?"

Valerie nodded. "That's it."

A matron pulled a jar of lubricant from a nearby cabinet and began to rub it all over Hillary's vagina and anus.

Hillary stiffened in her bonds when she first felt the cold substance, but the Spanish Fly permeating the lubricant soon had her crotch tingling.

Using both hands, the matron worked the substance across Hillary's labia, slowly dragging her slender fingers up and down the length of her vaginal slit and ass crack. Soon her fingers were running in and out of Hillary's vaginal opening.

Hillary's nipples were now rock hard. The massage felt impossibly good. After a few minutes, she began to lick her lips and breathe more heavily. Her labia were now loose and hanging like a Turkey's wattles.

A matron picked up a flexible rod attached to the Fucker. It had a small vibrator on its end. The matron inserted the dildo in Hillary's anus and flicked a switch. Hillary moaned when she felt the vibrations enveloping her lower torso. She gasped, "Ohhh yessss!!" Her pussy was now dripping onto the machine's plastic covered surface.

As Hillary moaned, she curled her toes forward and then back. A few short inches away from his eyes, the little boy watched the Size 8.5 sole wrinkle and then grow taut.

Enveloped in the sensations, Hillary flexed her toes again, almost touching the child's nose with her extended big toe. Then she curled her toes back hard. She no longer cared that the child's eyes were glued to the soft under pads of her reared-back toes.

Samantha looked up at her mother. "What's wrong with the lady? Is that thing hurting her poo poo hole?"

Trish, whose own face was flushed with excitement at this sight, cleared her throat and replied, "Uh ... no honey. It's quite the opposite." At this point Trish was wishing for her own vibrator.

A matron used a foot pedal to raise the dildo's height until it barely touched Hillary's pussy lips. Its now-visible shaft was curved and covered with little knobs. Its head was capable of being rotated.

Trish turned to Valerie. "It looks so huge, as thick as a big Polish sausage!"

The Chief Matron said. "It's an inch and a half in diameter, but she'll take it. She's getting very loose down there. Look at how her lips are already hanging down."

As soon as Hillary felt the dildo head, her pussy lips seemed to want to grab it and pull it in. She remembered using a Fucker during the time she was an inmate of the Penal Dairy. The Masturbatoreum had many Fuckers. They were the main attractions. Hillary remembered standing in line with the rest of the prisoners waiting their turn to use it. The Fucker could give an orgasm of such breathtaking ecstasy that the women competed for the chance to squat over it. It was the only sex toy that would provide relief of any duration from the Spanish Fly. Now the Fucker was at the door of Hillary's vagina again, and her pussy strained to reach out for it.

Valerie said, "Give her a taste, just a tickle."

The matron raised the head of the dildo until it slipped just inside Hillary's vagina. Then she pressed a button, causing the dildo's head to rotate in two oscillations before she stopped it and retracted the head.

Hillary moaned as she felt her clit tingle. She gasped, "Please, more." Her dripping juices now bathed the dildo.

Trish looked down to see her son transfixed on the naked sole of Hillary's left foot. She sensed that her child wanted something more. She whispered to Valerie, "I think Michael wants to touch it, her foot I mean."

The Chief Matron smiled. "Of course. He can do anything he wants with her foot."

Trish leaned over and asked her son, "Honey, would you like to touch the lady's foot? Would you like to play with her toes or tickle her or something? It's ok with mommy I you want to do that."

The little boy blushed. Trish patted him. "It's perfectly ok, sweetie. See, mommy can do it." Trish reached over and dragged her long red-polished nails up the length of Hillary's sole, squiggling them briefly over the under pads of her toes, and finishing by bending her toes back and pulling them forward. The child looked on wide-eyed at his mother's demonstration.

In a haze of growing passion, Hillary watched the mother coach her son. Yet her mind was on the dildo. She begged the Chief Matron for it again.

Valerie looked at her impassively. "Oh, you enjoyed your first taste?"

Hillary sighed, "Oh yes. Please ask her to do it again."

As Hillary anxiously awaited the next thrust, she felt something touch her foot again. She looked down to see that the little boy was feeling the pad of her big toe and softly tickling her instep. Hillary relaxed her foot, letting the child pull her big toe back and forth at will. She was determined to be accommodating at this point. She dreaded losing stimulation privileges.

Soon, the little boy was pulling all of Hillary's toes back to examine their soft under pads. Hillary was careful to bend her toes in concert with the child's explorations. As if in a trance, Michael examined her foot from heel to toe. His tiny penis was now a rod in his trousers. He reached down to rub it now and then.

Hillary also noticed that Samantha had edged closer and closer. The little girl was now sitting on a short stool between her legs. Trish's daughter seemed fascinated with Hillary's pussy and the dildo machine. Her inquisitive eyes watched the retracted head of the dildo, shiny with Hillary's fluids. Hillary was amazed at the child's boldness as a first-time visitor to the Dairy. She suspected that Trish's little girl would prove a thorn in any slave's side and would make her mark during her tour of the Dairy. From experience, Hillary found the little pre-pubescent girls to be the toughest taskmistresses of all, especially over the prettiest women. She observed that there was nothing more explosive than the confrontation between daddy's little 6-year old "princess" and the single adult beauty who tried to steal him away. Fortunately for Hillary, Darla Koontz's one daughter was older and had been away at college during Hillary's brief time as a household slave.

After making Hillary wait, Valerie said. "Give her more of a taste."

The matron raised the dildo until the shaft was now half inside Hillary's sopping opening. Then she pressed the button.

Hillary's lips soon formed an 'o' shape. She licked her lips and gasped, "Ooo! Ooo! Ooo! Yes, please don't stop!"

Though the seat made it difficult for Hillary to move her rear, she strained to thrust at the shaft. She had never wanted to fuck anything more in her life.

Hillary looked at her left foot. The little boy was still fiddling with her toes, bending them forward to see her sole wrinkle and than pulling them back. It took all her willpower not to flex her foot and interrupt his play. She sensed it would be a bad idea, in the middle of her fucking, to impede his random ticklings and manipulations.

Hillary panted, feeling an orgasm grow closer. Valerie noticed the signs and ordered the matron to retract the dildo.

The dildo's exit caused a gurgling sound from the closing air pocket it left when exiting Hillary's pussy. The shaft was now shiny and dripping with her vaginal juices.

Hillary moaned, "Please, more."

Valerie let Hillary wait and beg for a few minutes before she ordered another insertion. But she had the dildo retracted before the panting, moaning beauty could peak. Hillary's juices were now pooled at the base of the dildo's shaft. Her eyes were teary with frustration. Her swollen labia hung down like spaniel's ears.

Valerie had the process repeated until Hillary was nearly deranged in her desperation for relief. She tearfully begged for the shaft. At one point she pleaded, "Please, god, don't take it out again. Split me with it!"

After another teasing cycle that left Hillary wild eyed with need, Valerie asked the panting beauty, "What are you willing to offer Mrs. Koontz for the privilege of this orgasm?"

Hillary was too dazed to react to Valerie's challenge.

Valerie ordered a penetration of the dildo that brought Hillary was so close to orgasm that she could taste it. Upon retraction of the dildo, Hillary cried, "My tits! Cut off my tits! Just please let me cum!"

Darla said, "Are you offering your udders?"

Hillary gasped, "Yes, god, just cut them off! I can't take this any more!"

Darla, acting as if she hadn't heard well, said, "You say you want your udders whacked off?"

Hillary sobbed, "God yes. Please cut off my udders Mrs. Koontz! I want to cum!"

Darla sneered. "Is that all you're offering? What about your cunt?"

Hillary gasped, "Of course. Please cut of my lips and clit too!"

Darla said, "Outer and inner lips?"

Her pussy loose and dripping, Hillary wept, "Yes ma'am. Take all of my lips, please!"

Arms folded Darla said, "What about your clitoral hood?"

Hillary moaned, "Yes, please. Cut my hood out!"

Darla said, "Are you sure?"

Hillary begged, "Oh yes! Please cut it all off! Just please, for the love of god, LET ME CUM!"

Darla nodded to Valerie. The matron slid the face guard into place and inserted the dildo until it disappeared inside Hillary's cunt. Then they flicked the switch and waited.

Hillary began to pant like a horse as she felt her ecstasy building. Within a few minutes, she let out a high-pitched scream. A matron slid a huge tub of dry ice under Hillary's tits, just in front of Samantha. Another matron slid the face guard into place, pushing Hillary's head back and to one side. Another matron clamped Hillary's nipples to hanging cords. She then used a pulley to lift her breasts away from her body. Samantha stared the blue veined undersides of Hillary's stretched breasts.

At Trish' request, Valerie escorted the twins behind a curtain.

When Hillary reached the last throes of the most unforgettable orgasm of her life, the matrons released the blades while simultaneously opening the nipple clamps.

Valerie and her wide-eyed guests watched as Hillary's size 36 D titties briefly dangled by the nipples and then tumbled into the tub. The matrons quickly wrapped the severed teats in plastic wrap. Immediately after the cut, two matrons slapped skin colored coverings on Hillary's chest, sealing the edges with an electronic suture. The matrons worked like lightening, packing and cleaning up. Everything happened so fast that barely any blood was in evidence.

Valerie looked at Trish. "It's lab-grown skin. It'll make her look as if she never had any tits. Who says a tit amputation has to leave a mess?"

Hillary was still moaning through the last moments of her orgasm when a matron squatted between her parted legs and neatly carved away her outer and inner labia and then her clitoral hood and clit. Another matron applied an electronic cauterizer to the wounded areas of Hillary's pussy and while the cutter wrapped her tenders in plastic wrap and placed them into the tub next to her severed tits.

Hillary's ecstatic moans finally subsided. She felt almost no pain, although her chest now felt light. She soon realized she had lost her best feature, the one that had caused men's heads to turn since she was 14. She began sobbing. Hillary now wondered if Darla would take her back in her milk-less state. She dreaded the thought of being returned as a tit-less slave to the Dairy. Hillary knew she would be assigned the worst chores to make up for her lack of milk. Her workload at Darla's had, at least, been an undemanding one, with the exception of the snug 3-inch dress pumps her mistress required her to wear all day.

Valerie said, "Take her to the recovery area."

Then the Chief Matron turned to Darla. "We need to refrigerate her tenders for an hour or so. Then you can take them home in an ice chest. By the way, do you want Hillary back as a your house slave?"

Darla thought for a moment. "Yeah, I guess so. I think she's learned her lesson. Besides, she's not much of a threat anymore without her danties. Will Hillary be ready in time to serve her tenders to my guests tomorrow? That would be a nice touch."

Valerie nodded. "Oh yes. The methods you just saw allow a very quick recovery. She'll be in shape to serve her tenders by then. She'll even be ready to help you cook them."

Darla smiled. "Delightful! Thank you!"

Despite her shame at the prospect of serving her own breasts, Hillary sighed with relief. At least the cutting was over and she had avoided another term at the Dairy.

Valerie turned to Trish. "This is an example of what Jennifer will undergo at a time of your choosing. What do you think?"

Trish said, "Very efficient. I never imagined that such an operation could be performed with so little mess."

Valerie said, "Thank you." Then she looked at her watch. "We better get going. I've much more to show you and your children."

[To be continued. Comments from readers interested in these subject areas are always appreciated.]