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Jealous Wives United - Chapter 7: Expectations-Setting

Submission Date: 2005-01-24 By: L [Bi] [General Warning] [Minor]

In the male-scarce America of 2051, an epidemic of extramarital office affairs led angry wives and 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 "soccer moms" soon united to trim the clitoral threat down to size. They took their kitchen knives to a few other provocative appendages as well.

[This is a fantasy of 100% fiction, set many decades in the future. Any similarities between its characters and actual persons are purely coincidental. All scientific claims of life extension are also invented. Please see the preceding chapters for the full context of the story.]

For Clarissa Hanes, Aiko Yoshina, Jessica Stanwick and their fellow prisoners, the trip from the prison bus to the Foot Inspection Chamber had been a disturbing one. Eun Lee, the Foot Grooming Matron, met the vehicle at the Penal Dairy gate. And the Korean beauty was dressed for discipline. She was clothed in black high-heeled boots and a black bodysuit with a silver-studded leather belt. Eun typically dressed as a dominatrix to emphasize her authority to newcomers.

In this case, Eun's "fashion statement" was even more telling. Around her size 23 waist Eun sported a belt fashioned from tanned female tit skins. Two sets of size-36 breasts had gone into the construction of this exotic accessory. The original owners of these breasts were two pretty, buxom Texas heiresses. The young women had stormed out of a foot inspection when the little children of their former Mexican maids showed up to do the inspecting. The heiresses eventually submitted to both the foot inspection and an hour of "punitive" foot tickling by the maids' children, but only after Eun had rendered the two beauties completely titless for their initial "arrogant" defiance.

Eun's wristwatch sported a band made from the outer labia of five women's vulvas. The original owners of these tenders had committed lesser impertinences (e.g., casting annoyed looks) towards child inspectors.

The small tassels on the Korean matron's boots were dried clitorises, the result of ten circumcisions. Their owners had been caught loafing or masturbating when they should have been grooming their feet in preparation for some visiting tots' examination.

Hanging from the right side of Eun's waist was her pride and joy. It was a custom-made cutlass sheathed in tit skin. This razor sharp mini-sword was Eun's instrument of choice for mastectomy.

Hanging beside the cutlass was a tit-skin pouch filled with circumcision scalpels. Attached to Eun's right side was a coil of thin rope. This cord was woven from blond pubic hair plucked from 1000 prisoners' vaginas. Eun nicknamed it her Golden Cable. It served as her ceremonial tether for leading newly arrived home-wreckers into slavery.

Valerie Chang had awarded Eun these unusual accessories in recognition of the rave reviews visiting wives had given the Korean matron. The visitors were especially grateful to Eun for the attention she had showered on their children. Eun spared no effort in making their tots' time at the Penal Dairy as pleasurable as possible.

Eun cherished these items, because they reflected her disciplinary prerogatives as a leading matron. Somewhat superstitiously, she also believed they lent a sort of feng shui to her person. Most importantly, however, these accessories left no doubt among the prisoners that the Korean girl's "bite" was even worse than her "bark."

The new prisoners filed out of the prison bus into the hot summer sun to see the Asian girl in the threatening outfit gloating at them. They took particular note of what looked to be sword hanging from the Asian girl's belt. It was another discomforting sight after what had already been a horrific day.

Of course, the convicted women could only blush at the state they were in. Although they still wore their stylish business suits, sheer nylon stockings and high heels, they were otherwise in a humbled, frazzled condition. They were shackled hand and foot in accordance with Tribunal rules. The women's fine wool suits were wrinkled from the cramped bus. Their blouses rested on shoulders slumped in defeat. Their nylon stockings had small snags and runs from the pulling and kicking of children who had harassed them as they left the Tribunal. Their feet ached and burned from the long hours in their Toe-Jammer fitted high heels. Some women were still feeling sharp pains in their corns from where children had managed to land a blow on the toe boxes of their dress pumps.

Most of all, the women were emotionally drained from days of hostile witnesses and public scorn. It seemed that every female they had ever snubbed, slighted or offended in any way had showed up as negative character witness. Their detractors had come from as far back as their elementary school days, and their testimony ventured well beyond the crime of home-wrecking. For example, Jessica Stanwick had to listen to the complaint of a chunky, acne-scarred girl she had made fun of back in prep school, as well as a grievance from a "nerdy" girl she had blackballed from her college sorority. Aiko Yoshina had to listen to the accusations of a lower class "Eta" (the Japanese equivalent of the Hindu untouchable) girl whose ancestry Aiko had exposed at her private Tokyo high school. Aiko also heard from the daughter of the Korean maid whom her family had fired.

The defendants were amazed at how many females an attractive woman could manage to offend by the time she hit her 20's. The "grudge line" seemed to stretch around the block. And once these offended parties realized they could speak without repercussions or time limits, their complaints poured out in one emotional, cathartic flood.

Indeed, the unusual length of the Tribunals was due to these long-winded character testimonies. In most cases they were considerably longer than the charges merited.

The explanation for these venting marathons was simple. These witnesses knew that the defendants had to stand in their high heeled shoes for every word of it. They also knew about the Toe-Jammers. As a result, the witnesses took their time on the stand, often rambling on and on to make the objects of their resentment stand just a little longer. As a bastardization of the term "potboiler," the amused spectators nicknamed these extended testimonies "bunion burners".

One of Clarissa Hanes' Mexican maids cracked up the courtroom when she finished her 2-hour statement with this comment: "That's about all I have to say about Senorita Hanes. I just hope her Anglo corns felt it good!"

Clarissa's makeup girl on one movie finished her 1 hour diatribe by shaking her fist at the blushing actress and shouting to the laughter of the spectators, "YEAH! BURN, DIVA FEET! BURN!"

Now these ten young women faced the penalty phase.

As the new prisoners wondered what was coming next, Eun snapped, "Line up shoulder to shoulder, ladies. Let's have a look at you."

Nervously, the new prisoners lined up.

At that point, Aiko Yoshina stole a quick glance at Eun's face. She tried to guess her Asian origin. Japanese? Korean? Chinese?

When Eun saw the Japanese girl peeking at her, she snapped. "In case you're wondering Miss Yoshina, I'm Korean. And I'll turn your cunt into sashimi if you keep gawking at me like that, you home-wrecking Tokyo slut!"

Aiko gasped at hearing Eun's origin and trembled at her crude threat. She thought to herself, 'Oh my god. This prison has Korean matrons!'

Given Japan's history of cruel colonization of Korea, Aiko couldn't imagine a more humiliating and frightening predicament for a Japanese girl. To be under a Korean girl's command was the deepest, darkest sort of nightmare.

Eun's warning heightened all the women's anxieties about what awaited them. They'd heard horrifying rumors about the Penal Dairy. Visitors' accounts and photos of breast milking, foot tickling, ass caning, vaginal peppering, the Habanero Horse, circumcision, and mastectomy had begun to leak out to a titillated public. For the homemakers and their families, such information was fodder for everything from open-mouthed shock to shouts of joy to feverish masturbation.

These prisoners had no doubts the Penal Dairy was a stern place. It was touted as the "ultimate therapeutic center" for wives and mothers. Part of its purpose was to provide a forum for wronged wives to vent their anger at predatory single women. By letting themselves and their children participate in the discipline, these homemakers could find a modicum of healing.

Yet, for the most part, the new prisoners clung to a shred of denial about all this. The rumors of prison barbarities seemed too medieval in their severity to be credible. And the women's college degrees and professional status had shielded them from the everyday culture of the housewife. Reading the supermarket tabloids, as their homemaker counterparts often did, was also beneath their dignity. Such reading matter was the province of the bored, not the busy fast-track career woman.

But if these women had kept up with those "scandal sheets", they would have seen the brutal reality. The tabloids dealt most candidly with consequences of the new home-wrecking laws, including the goings on at the Penal Dairy. They published homemakers' recipes for roast "Summa Cum Laude tit" and grilled "MBA labia". They showed photos of "jealous wives clubs" meeting at each other's homes and gossiping over hors d'oeurves made of home-wrecker clitoris and nipple.

Like many of their kind, these young single career women couldn't absorb the ugly reality of this cultural upheaval. They never imagined that homemakers could be so angry over infidelity. They tended to assume that stay-at-home wives and moms were fated to lose their men to more accomplished and better-educated single career women. Thus, it was hard to comprehend that Suzy Homemaker had utterly triumphed in this war.

By contrast, Eun Lee found all this culture shock delightful. She smirked at the humiliating incongruity between the new prisoners' elegant attire and their clanking chains and worried faces. She had witnessed this scene many times before, and it never failed to gratify her sense of justice.

With mock sweetness, Eun finally conveyed some information to the waiting women. She said, "Welcome to the Northeastern Penal Diary, ladies. My name is Eun Lee. My official title is Foot Grooming Matron. But I'm 'Mistress Lee' to you."

Eun smiled sardonically. "By the way, I trust your trip here was a pleasant one."

The tired beauties, wincing from their aching toes, dared not attempt a reply.

The Korean girl looked down at the women's fidgeting high-heeled feet and then up at the discomfort on their faces. She mocked, "Oooo. Maybe it wasn't so pleasant."

Eun held her hands out, palms down, as if warming them at a fire. She said, "Ewww. You must have had a long day on your feet, ladies. I can almost feel the heat radiating from your nylon stockings. It must be really steamy inside your high heels. Tell me, are your Yuppie dogs a bit achy and hot these days in your dress-for-success pumps?"

Some of the women nodded. They longed to soak their burning feet in warm soapy water. Hearing that Eun's job had something to do with foot care, they hoped she was about to grant them some relief in that area. They also hoped the prison uniform would be sneakers.

Eun quickly crushed their hopes, "This is not a spa where peons fuss over your sweaty Yuppie hooves! This is a prison, you conniving home-wrecking sluts, and your feet will put up with your tight shoes until I say otherwise! By the way, 3-inch high-heeled pumps with Toe-Jammers are mandatory for all inmates."

Eun then informed the flabbergasted newcomers, "But don't worry, ladies, you'll get some relief from those tight pumps pretty soon. We're going to take a slight detour from the normal prison in-processing routine. I need to march you straight to the Foot Inspection Chamber. We have a little VIP guest whose mom has given him permission to try his hand at inspecting ladies' feet. I guess he needs to satisfy his curiosity about what's inside those big-girl high heels. Anyway, I intend to accommodate him."

The women's eyes widened at the words "little" and "mom." They couldn't imagine Eun was referring to a child.

Eun shrugged. "After all, we need to evaluate every new prisoner's feet anyway. The child might as well assess yours."

The matron smirked at the women's stunned faces. "Yeah. It's a child, a little white boy. He's only five years old and cute as a button I hear. He'll be the Chief Inspector. His twin sister, also 5, will join in to assist him."

The women looked at Eun with expressions of utter incredulity.

Unfazed by their consternation, Eun smiled. "They're such spunky tots, don't you think? I can only thank them and their mom for consenting to assist us with this process. My hat is off to any child with the courage to deal with ten Yuppie princess's tired dogs. I should cane your asses in advance for troubling those innocent kids with your big sweaty feet. After all, they could be out playing."

Eun then gave the shell-shocked prisoners the family's names. In doing so, she instructed, "You shall address the Kellys in a manner befitting your slave status. You shall refer to the mother as 'Mistress Kelly.' You shall address her son as 'Master Michael' and her daughter as 'Mistress Samantha.' Is that clear?"

The prisoners looked at Eun in stunned silence. They still weren't quite ready to believe their ears.

Eun frowned, "Ok. You think I'm kidding about this foot inspection, don't you? Well, I'm NOT kidding. This is a prison, ladies, and you do exactly what you're told in prison, or else. If I tell you to stand on your heads, cross your eyes, and suck your big toes to make a child laugh, you'd better figure out a way to do just that!

"And today Mrs. Kelly's children are going to inspect your FEET. And I mean your BARE NAKED FEET. They're going to look at your heels, yours soles, the pads of your toes, the knuckles of your toes, the cracks between your toes, and your toenails. That means your big toes, your little toes, your in-between toes, and whatever other toes you may have. And they'll even tickle the bottoms of your feet to test your composure."

The new prisoners began to understand this was no joke. Their faces were now burning with shame. Of course, the women had heard of the game Sole Mate that everyone was laughing about. That concept was disgraceful enough. They never imagined that live feet were now being exposed for children's inspection. To these elite 20-something professionals, the thought of a mere child looking between their toes and passing judgment on their naked feet was utterly degrading and beyond the pale.

The women also dreaded the humiliating prospect of their feet being tickled. They suspected the smallest child could utterly wreck the dignity of most adults with that technique. Most young women, regardless of their station in life, knew it was the great equalizer.

Eun then warned the women to render Trish Kelly's children every courtesy. "You shall be gracious to them with every molecule of your being, no matter what they do with your feet. Every toe of every foot shall salute them."

Eun added that the women should show Trish's little daughter especial deference. Eun described the little girl's thrashing of Cheryl Wellington's teats earlier that morning. Eun said, "They tell me Samantha tore into Wellington's bare titties like a tiger cub. I hear she worked on that slut's big hangers until she nearly passed out from the pain."

Eun shook her finger, "So you'd better watch your P's and Q's around that little hellion, ladies. If you cross Samantha, she just might beat on your titties until you're squirting milkshakes!"

The prisoners reacted to this information with drop-jawed incredulity, as well as a renewed sense of indignation. The thought of children inspecting and tickling their feet was insufferably humiliating. They never imagined that prison was also a place where children could torment a grown woman's breasts with impunity.

These prisoners also still clung to the defiant view that the Tribunal was illegitimate. As an attorney, Jessica Stanwick was still fuming at the one-sided nature of the proceedings. During the trial, her mind poured over what she considered legal missteps. According to her law school training, the case against her should have been thrown out after the first hour.

The prospect of having to let children inspect and tickle her feet and strike her breasts only renewed Jessica's sense of victimhood.

All the young women were further offended at the added injustice of having to submit their hot, tired feet for inspection without any decent notice.

Jessica Stanwick, Jennifer Spencer's scheming attorney friend, was especially rattled by the disclosure that the Chief Inspector was Trish Kelly's son. She felt her insides twist at the revelation that she was to face someone from the Kelly family. Although Jessica's trial had come later than Jennifer Spencer's, she suspected Trish Kelly had followed it in the news due its connection to the Spencer case. Thus, Jessica dreaded what Trish's reaction would be to discovering her among the inspectees. Even more troubling to Jessica was the potential threat posed by Trish's daughter Samantha. The prospect of facing the titty-beating Kelly tot left Jessica's sheer nylons sweaty at the toes with anxiety. She felt it extremely unfair to be placed at the mercy of such a biased party.

The Japanese girl, Aiko Yoshina, had her own reasons for feeling shame and resentment about the prospect of being inspected and tickled by the "American" Kelly brood. When Eun revealed that the Kelly children were also white, Aiko felt particularly insulted and humiliated. As a proud, aristocratic and exceptionally lovely specimen of Japanese culture, she was deeply offended that Caucasian American children could actually hold her accountable for her corns and calluses and tickle her naked soles with impunity. The Japanese beauty needed every bit of her Asian stoicism to hide her outrage at that prospect. And at this point, she was doing a poor job of hiding it. Despite all of Aiko's efforts to control her reactions, her lips were now trembling with indignation.

Aiko thought only one thing could be more humiliating. That would be if Eun had invited Korean, Chinese or Filipino children to judge and tickle the Japanese girl's feet. From the standpoint of Aiko's pride, that would present the ultimate nightmare. Aiko had been raised to believe in Japan's elite status among the community of Asian nations. But her pride was also tempered by her guilty recognition of the early 20th century depredations Japan had committed against those three countries. Thus, in Aiko's case, her offended dignity was accompanied by a heart-sinking realization that a measure of political "payback" might naturally result from her downfall.

And this beautiful young Japanese woman had a special reason to be concerned about such a possibility. Due to the unique circumstances of the families who had lodged home-wrecking charges against her, that fear was as tangible as her tight high-heeled pumps.

Aiko's choices in married men to pursue had proved unfortunate. And they proved fatal to the Japanese girl's case at the Tribunal. The wives of the two white men Aiko seduced happened to be of Korean and Chinese extraction, respectively. Moreover, both couples had adopted cute baby daughters from those two countries. One adoptee, named Soon-Yi, came from Seoul, Korea. The other adoptee, named Li-Mei, hailed from Nanjing (formerly Nanking), China. The babies had been abandoned as infants in orphanages in those cities. These innocents had come to America with high expectations. Then, by their fourth birthdays, the little adoptees' newfound families were nearly destroyed by the machinations of the alluring, ambitious Japanese beauty. Only Aiko's arrest in the halls of her employer had brought the two husbands to their senses and thus saved the little girls' adopted homes from the divorce courts.

The two children's stories had deeply touched the Tribunal's judges and the American public at large. Outpourings of sympathy also flooded in from Korea and China.

Aiko Yoshina's downfall was even applauded by married Japanese women. They, too, were fed up competing with 'wannabe" trophy wives and scheming mistresses like Aiko.

Aiko's case was much publicized. The public of all these nations cheered the Japanese beauty's eventual home-wrecking conviction.

A Seoul, Korea tabloid captured the public mood by publishing a full-page cover photo of the shackled, shamefaced Aiko next to a picture of the giggling Soon-Yi, the adorable 4-year old Korean adoptee. The caption read: "SOON-YI IS AVENGED! JAPANESE BEAUTY AIKO YOSHINA, CHAINS ON HER NYLONNED ANKLES, SHALL FACE THE PAINFUL PRISON MUSIC!"

A Nanjing tabloid published a similar photo of Aiko. This one showed Li-Mei, the doll-like Chinese 4-year old next a photo of the shackled Japanese beauty. The caption read: HOORAY FOR THE VICTORIOUS LI-MEI! JAPANESE HOME-WRECKING SLUT, AIKO YOSHINA, GETS HER DUE!

The Japanese press also raked Aiko over the coals for her disgraceful behavior.

Aiko knew she might have to face both Soon-Yi and Li-Mei someday. Each evening during her trial, she had tossed and turned thinking of what the little girls' angry mothers might let their "darling" adoptees do to her if she were found guilty. Now, with Aiko's conviction sealed, the state had the power to make the pretty Japanese girl answer to those children.

By a strange coincidence, Clarissa Hanes shared a similar concern about the actress Mary Lou Stocker and her adopted Thai daughter. The Stocker family had adopted a 5-year old girl named Sunee from Bangkok. The irony of this fact wasn't lost on either Clarissa or the general public. Clarissa's association with Thailand was controversial at best. The previous year, the actress had starred as a pretty American intelligence agent in a spy movie filmed in Bangkok. During Hanes' Bangkok stay, she petulantly complained to the American press about the "primitive" hotel accommodations. She followed this comment by expressing her irritation at the "filthy street children" panhandling for coins and blocking her path to her limousine each morning.

Clarissa's Thai hosts were furious at the Anglo American actress' disrespect for their nation. Americans, too, were ashamed of the wealthy, pampered white girl's quasi-racist overseas tantrum. For this reason, Clarissa's conviction of attempting to wreck cute little Sunee's home was viewed as highly poetic justice on both sides of the Pacific.

Clarissa wondered if she would someday be made to face little Sunee and the wrath of her white actress mother. She knew both America and Thailand would gloat if she did. Clarissa could only imagine what the field day the Thai press would have if Sunee got to inspect and tickle the famous actress's "big American feet."

Due to the presence of the adoptees in Aiko's and Clarissa's cases, the press had dubbed their Tribunal the "orphans' triumph." And because of this common thread, the three mothers (white, Korean and Chinese) of these adoptees became fast friends.

After all this, Eun's announcement of the foot inspection was too much for the temperamental actress to bear. In her demeanor, Clarissa reacted visibly to this new affront to her celebrity status. The actress's face slowly reddened with a suppressed mixture of humiliation, apprehension and outrage that a commonplace kid should be permitted to inspect and tickle her toes.

Jessica and Aiko were also having difficulty suppressing the annoyance in their faces.

The Korean girl noticed the hints of defiant indignation in all three women's expressions. She decided to nip this attitude problem in the bud.

Eun came close to Clarissa's face and snapped, "What's the problem, Miss Hanes? Wasn't three weeks on your feet at the Tribunal enough to knock you off your high horse? Do you still think you're that important? Do you still think you should be exempt from hearing a child's honest opinion of your soles and toes? Do you still think you should be excused from graciously putting up with a tot's innocent tickling of your soles?"

Clarissa, realizing she needed to better control her demeanor in the presence of this menacing Asian beauty, stammered, "Uh...no Mistress."

Eun glared into the actresses' blue eyes and snapped, "I don't like your snooty WASP attitude Hanes. By the way, I noticed you always played the stuck-up preppie bitch in your movies. Well, that was good casting. You seem just like that in real life.

"Anyway, you'd better change your thinking, you high-browed diva, if you want your tenders to see the morning. If you get snotty in front of the Kelly children, movie girl, I swear I'll cut your Lily-white titties off your chest and spank your ass with them before I throw them in a roaster! Then I'll scoop out your big, hairy vulva with a paring knife and make you French kiss your own pussy crack before I drop your sorry cunt on the grill!"

Eun then glared at the stunned actress, "I'd like you to know I've now got a whole collection of Mary Lou Stocker films on DVD. She's my idol these days. Anyway, I just wish her little adopted daughter Sunee could join the Kelly kids for this foot inspection! In fact, I'd like to ship you to Bangkok and let all the 'filthy' street kids there inspect your Lily-white ass! Then I'd let them tickle the naked bottoms of your pampered diva feet until you laughed yourself to death!"

Clarissa's face turned ashen with shock at the Asian beauty's warning. Her knees trembled as she felt a momentary urge to pee.

Eun then turned to Jessica Stanwick and said, "And then there's you, the sneaking lawyer. I bet you're still fretting over the legalities of your conviction, thinking of appeals and all that. Well, your time would be better spent fretting over your corns, calluses and foot odor, Miss Law Review. If Mrs. Kelly's little boy plants his nose on the ball of your fancy nylon stockinged foot, you'd better hope he comes away with a happy face. There'll be no appeal if Trish's son says your feet stink, bitch."

Jessica blushed deeply. She didn't need to be reminded of that risk. Neither did the other prisoners. If their stockinged foot odor was to be a judged, all ten women knew they had the Sword of Damocles hanging over their heads on that issue. They dreaded how Trish's children might react to such a discovery. The women suspected their adult beauty would only win them so many points with an outspoken child.

Eun jabbed her finger at Jessica and added, "And given that you had a hand in the Spencer case, you'd also better fret over the well-being of your home-wrecking udders around Mrs. Kelly's little daughter. When Samantha Kelly she gets a load of your big hangers, she may well go on a titty-spanking rampage. And she has every right to tear into your knockers, slut. Far be it from me to stop her.

"And who knows what might set the little girl off? Perhaps your feet? She might erupt over finding a corn, a callus or stinky nylons on you. Or perhaps she doesn't like the expression on your face when she tickles your feet.

"Yeah, Stanwick, you're already in a deep hole when it comes to that child. With Samantha, I'd say you have about zero margin for error, wouldn't you?"

Jessica felt her knees tremble as she meekly promised to cooperate. The auburn haired beauty didn't feel very gracious at the moment, but she made a mental note to be Miss Congeniality around the Kelly daughter. Yet, with a sinking heart, Jessica also realized the poor condition of her feet might overshadow her attempts to be congenial to such a hot-tempered little girl. Jessica also feared her ticklish feet would let the child turn her into a cackling idiot.

Finally, Eun stepped in front of Aiko Yoshina. She snapped, "And then there's you, the big-titted upper crust Tokyo princess. You look irked about this inspection, as if you'd swallowed some stale shrimp tempura. It really galls you that white children will be inspecting and tickling your feet, doesn't it?"

Akio swallowed hard, and then said, "No Mistress Lee."

Eun sneered. "You're lying, Yoshina. It steams you to the core. I can tell."

Eun drew closer to the Japanese beauty. "Well, let me tell you something. That's nothing compared to how you make my Korean blood boil, you arrogant slut! Soon-Yi's mother is one of my best friends! I just wish both Soon-Yi and that little Chinese girl Li-Mei could join the Kelly twins in inspecting and tickling you. I wish they could be here to examine and tickle your fancy Japanese feet from toes to heels! Both Korea and China would cheer!"

Eun then shook her finger at the horrified Japanese beauty and added. "You'd better get this straight, Yoshina. If you miss your manners in any way in front of the Kelly children, I'll turn your tits and cunt into cold cuts! I grant Asian prisoners no special favors here. White children can inspect and tickle Asian women's naked soles with my full blessings. The same holds true for Asian children inspecting and tickling white women's feet. There's no discrimination at the Penal Dairy."

Aiko turned pale as a sheet as she uttered a soundless promise to cooperate. Knowing that Eun was Korean, the Japanese girl knew she would have to be especially careful to follow her lead.

Looking at all the women, Eun said, "I do have some positive news for you, ladies. If the children have complaints about your feet, only your nipples are at risk. If the Kelly children cite you for corns, calluses, bunions, foot odor, heel scales, or poor composure under tickling, I'll simply cut off your nozzles and deep-fry them for her kids as compensation. At least for now, your tits and pussy parts are safe from the knife. Of course, that could change. But if you act disrespectfully towards the Kelly tots in any way, I'll definitely cut more off, even if her kids don't care to eat it just then."

The women were frozen in shock.

Eun continued. "And if you don't think I'll do it, take a look at my belt. It's made of tanned female breast skin. So are the sheath for my sword and the pouch for my circumcision scalpels."

Eun then unsheathed her cutlass and held up its shining blade. "Yep, I cut their titties off with this."

Eun then smiled and held out her left wrist. "And how do you like my watch band? It's pure pussy lip. You won't find many of these at the mall."

Eun jiggled one of her booted feet. "These clit tassels are a nice touch as well don't you think?"

The prisoners nearly choked at these bombshells. They were stunned to hear that the fate of their nipples and possibly their other tenders rode on two 5-year olds' judgment of their feet. The full draconian barbarity of the Penal Dairy was now sinking in.

Many of the women began to sob and beg to be given a chance to prepare their feet for the Kelly children. Jessica Stanwick cried, "Oh please Mistress Lee. Out of respect for Mrs. Kelly and her tots, can't we have an hour or so to freshen up our feet? It would be such a shame for us to bother her twins with any ugly corns or calluses. As a slave, I would hate myself if I disrespected Mistress Samantha ... or, uh, Master Michael either ... in that way."

Aiko said, "Mistress Lee, our toenails may need some polish. May we please have a little time for at least that?"

Clarissa held up her shackled hands, tearfully pleading, "At least may we change our stockings? We just want to make our feet more pleasing for Mistress Kelly's children to tickle! That's all, Mistress Lee."

Eun raised her hands to cut the women off, "I've heard all this before from newbies like you. 'My kingdom for an hour with a pumice stone.'"

The Korean girl then said, "Shut up your whining, women! This is nothing but poor planning and preparation on your part. You knew this was a tough prison. Back at the Tribunal, you had time in the evenings to work on your sorry feet to get them ready for this day! But you decided instead to lie in bed like pampered princesses and neglect your corns, calluses and foot odor. Well, that's not my fault!"

Eun then snapped, "And now you propose to keep the Kelly family waiting for an hour while you primp your corny Yuppie toes? What gall! Don't even think about it! Discussion over! Get ready to be judged by your betters the way you are, and accept the consequences like slaves!"

The women were dumbfounded to hear this. Back at the Tribunal, no one had told them anything about the Dairy's policy of inspecting feet, much less inspecting them without notice. They had no idea they had to prepare for anything of that nature. They wondered what other ugly surprises awaited them in this home-wrecker's hell.

[to be continued]