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Jealous Wives United - Chapter 9: Pussy Sashimi

Submission Date: 2005-03-11 By: L [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. See the earlier chapters for the full context of the story.]

At the far end of the milking floor, the prisoners saw another disturbing sight. A nude, profusely sweating Asian beauty was straddling one of the most fearsome punishment devices the prison had to offer. Its official name was the Habanero Horse, but it was variously nicknamed the Home-Wrecker's Seat, the Groan Throne or the Pussy Perch. Its current victim was anchored firmly in place on this uncompromising appliance, which was expressly designed for vaginal torment.

Matrons had positioned the prisoner's body to ensure her vulva crease would be the focal point of punishment. The Asian girl's wrists were shackled to a pulley above her head. Her ankles were chained to posts on either side of the Horse. The pose split her shapely legs painfully wide, leaving her naked vaginal slit to rest squarely on the thin, pepper-smeared rail known as the Pussy Splitter. While the edge of the rail wasn't sharp enough to literally split skin, it nestled into the vaginal crack so firmly that it felt that way to its victim.

The Asian girl was weeping and begging for release from this unforgiving apparatus. The Horse made the agonies of the milking stalls seem tame. The very sight of the device made women grovel. A prisoner would break out in a cold sweat at the mere suggestion she might be "horsed" for an infraction of the rules.

Having ridden the Horse for ten minutes, the Asian girl's slender arms were exhausted from pulling upward on her wrist shackles. But it was the only way for her to lift her vaginal crack off the rail. It was her sole means of enjoying temporary relief from the pressure. Unfortunately, her exhaustion was slowly closing off this only option. In matron's slang, her pussy had already "kissed" the rail ample times. Soon, her vaginal crack would join the rail in one enduring kiss. Matrons often wagered on the number of "kisses" it would take before a prisoner gave in to this inevitability.

The new prisoners cringed as they watched the naked beauty gasp, writhe and moan in her struggles with the merciless contraption. They immediately recognized the agony it held for her vagina. When they noticed the broken Habanero peppers in a small dish next to the Horse, they understood why the woman was so distressed even when her vagina was off the rail. In addition to the pressure, her soft orifice was burning like fire from the pepper juice.

A timer sat nearby the Horse. It showed the prisoner had 50 minutes of punishment remaining.

The Asian girl threw back her head, gritted her teeth, and pulled herself up once more. Her labia, which were an angry red from peppery irritation, were now exposed to view. Strangely, her vaginal lips hung down loose and dripping, as if sexually aroused. Her clitoris protruded stiffly under its hood. Even during punishment, the aphrodisiac was still asserting its power.

Aiko Yoshina's heart suddenly skipped a beat. She now recognized the woman on the Horse. It was Masako Tanaka, the beautiful 22-year old Japanese actress and international swimsuit model. Masako often worked in Western films due to her English fluency and flawless, long-legged figure. Her downfall as a home-wrecker had come while working in America.

Aiko remembered the tabloid stories of Masako's scandalous affair with a married American movie director. The Japanese actress's conviction at the Tribunal was headline news in both countries.

Eun stopped and asked the attending matron, "So what did Princess Tanaka do to earn time on the Home-Wrecker's Seat?"

The matron replied, "The slave cursed a child."

Eun shot a steely glance at the suffering Masako, and then turned back to the matron. "Really? That's quite serious. I'd horse a woman a full day for that. I'd flay a woman's cunt raw for such rudeness. I'm curious. What brought about Miss Tanaka's breach of manners?"

The matron explained, "The slave had just knelt in the milking stall to be milked. The milkmaid's little daughter came up behind her. The kid goosed Tanaka's asshole with her toy umbrella. The bitch jumped out of her skin and cursed."

Eun gasped, "That's outrageous!"

The matron nodded. "Yeah. Instead of holding her peace as a polite slave should, this rude Tokyo bitch said a swear word in front of the little girl."

The matron paused and then added, "And you're not going to like this part."

Eun said, "What's that?"

The matron said, "The little girl she insulted was Filipino."

Eun frowned. "Oh my god! She cursed a Filipino child for poking her asshole? That's beyond inexcusable! I can't believe this Japanese girl's rudeness! The Horse is too good for her! She should lose her whole rack for that! I mean, if the child's mother wanted, she could request to have Miss Tanaka's titties cut off at the base and be done with this insolent cow!"

Although Masako's burning vagina had been consuming her attentions, she finally realized Eun was nearby and threatening to cut her breasts off. All slaves dreaded the Korean beauty's wrath, especially her tendency to cut in the heat of anger. The Japanese girls dreaded Eun's rage the most. And all of them had heard Eun's lectures about the need for Japanese girls to be exceptionally polite to Filipino, Korean and Chinese children. Eun was obsessed with ensuring the women exhibited impeccable manners in such company. (Eun had even experimented with a policy requiring the Japanese female prisoners to remove their pumps and nylon stockings and stand nude at attention on the tips of their big toes whenever a child from of one of those countries entered a room. The policy required the Japanese girls to remain on their tiptoes until the child left the room. Many Japanese girls' big toes ached unbearably from their attempts to obey this tiptoes rule. None succeeded in fully complying with it no matter how much they tried.

Eun eventually abandoned the "tiptoes" rule due to the physical impossibility of holding such a painful position for more than a few seconds. The cancellation of this policy was fortunate for the white prisoners, because Eun was considering requiring white women to stand naked on their tiptoes in the presence of black children. She was even looking into applying this policy to specialized situations, such as having women of English descent stand on their tiptoes in the presence of children of Irish descent, or having women of German descent stand on their tiptoes in the presence of children of Polish or Jewish descent, or having women of Russian descent stand on their tiptoes in the presence of children of Chechen descent. Eun was in the process of devising an elaborate pecking order governing whom was to stand on tiptoes for whom when she decided to scrap the policy.)

Realizing her breasts were now in jeopardy, Masako gasped a tearful apology for cursing at the child. Then she begged to be excused from the Horse and given another chance to show her obedience. She pleaded, "Just please don't take off my rack!"

In making her request, the actress unctuously addressed Eun as the "Most Honorable and Compassionate Mistress Lee."

The Japanese girl's plea passed by the Korean girl's ears unnoticed.

Eun looked at the attending matron. "Was the little girl who goosed Miss Tanaka's asshole Luci Salonga? That sounds like Luci's handwork!"

The matron smiled, "Yep. 'Goosey Luci' struck again! You gotta love these little Filipinas. They're a saucy lot. Anyway, Luci's mom threw a fit over Tanaka's cursing and ordered the slut to the Horse for an hour. I told her I'd take care of it."

With her arms on her hips, Eun stood close to the suffering actress. The Korean girl then slapped Masako's face and hissed, "So, you couldn't mind your manners, could you, you Tokyo snob? You just couldn't stand to have a little Filipina poke your precious asshole?"

The tearful actress whimpered, "Oh please Mistress Lee. I didn't mean to be rude to the little girl. I swear I didn't! The child just surprised me. You aren't going to cut off my rack for this are you, Mistress Lee? Oh please don't do that!"

The Korean girl's hand whipped out like a Cobra's strike. It struck the ends of Masako's milk-gorged teats with a loud crack.

Masako's nude body stiffened as she emitted a deep groan from the force of Eun's slap. The blow shot a bolt of paralyzing pain through the actress's swollen milk ducts and caused milk to squirt onto her thighs. It generated a ferocious ache in the core of her teats and down her spine. Eun had a way of whipping her fingertips across that area to maximize the pain with minimal effort. The Korean matron prided herself in making a woman "feel" her ducts. And Masako was feeling her ducts most profoundly this day. The small amount of milk the actress had squirted was not enough to ease the painful pressure in her milk ducts. Due to a series of trophy-photo sessions for some Chinese children, Masako hadn't been milked in three days. And Luci's antics had spoiled today's one chance at relief.

Eun glowered at the suffering beauty, "You cursed the little girl because she 'surprised' you? Well, you've been here way too long to ever be surprised by such a thing, you insolent bitch. You know Lucinda likes to play with you home-wreckers' assholes. The other kids may like tickling feet and pulling on titties, but Luci likes poking assholes. Then so be it! You should have honored her interests. How dare you disrespect a Filipino child like that!"

The Korean girl cracked her hand across Masako's dripping teats again, snapping, "And now you have the gall to beg me not to cut off your rack? I ought to whack off your impudent udders and make you cook and serve them on your knees at Lucinda's next birthday party! Perhaps I need to beat your titties harder to tenderize them for her!"

Eun began slapping her hands back and forth across Masako's titties, as if they were speed bags. She worked on the Japanese girl's breasts in this fashion until her fingers dripped with milk. As Eun worked her hands, she said, "Oooo! Such big hangers you have! So much milky titty meat to beat! But I'll soon have your rack ready for the blade."

Her eyes full of terror and agony, Masako gasped, "Please Mistress Lee. Please don't cut me there! Not my titties? Give me just one more chance, please!" The actress's whole body now hurt due to the ferocious pain in her milk ducts.

Eun stopped slapping and leaned over to place her palms on the tops of Masako's thighs. Then she turned to the matron and asked, "How many times has her cunt kissed the rail?"

The matron said, "Twelve times so far."

"Were they long or short kisses?"

"Short."

Eun turned to Masako. "Well, in Luci's honor, you need to give the Horse a longer kiss.

Eun began pressing down on the Japanese actress's shapely hips, pushing her already sore vaginal slit hard against the thin, pepper-smeared rail. As Eun leaned on Masako's hips, she hissed, "Do you feel your cunt kiss the Horse now, you cheeky Japanese bitch? Do you feel the burn on your insolent pussy crack? Are you truly sorry for your rude mouth?"

As her body poured sweat, Masako rapidly nodded with clenched teeth. Finally, she screamed with pain. Then she again began weeping, apologizing, and begging to be let off the Horse. Gasping with agony, the actress promised to kiss the little Filipina's umbrella one thousand times if she could be excused from the torture.

Finally, Eun released her hands. "That's more like it, slut. But I can't let you down from the Horse. You know the rules, Miss Tanaka. You cursed in front of Lucinda. That child is the offended party. Your cunt owes its hour on the Horse to her, not to me. Only the little Filipina can release your pussy from the rail. Otherwise, you must serve every second of your time."

The Japanese actress moaned with despair as she resumed her losing struggle to lift her vagina off the Horse. She'd known all along that her plea to Eun was likely to be hopeless. She was at the mercy of the 6-year old Filipina. According to Dairy protocols, only the "officially wronged party" could release her from her plight.

Eun turned to the new prisoners and said, "See what happens to home-wreckers with snotty manners?"

The new prisoners looked at Masako with ashen faces. Clarissa Hanes' vagina ached to imagine what the Japanese actress was going through.

Aiko was particularly horrified by the spectacle, because Masako had been such a spectacularly successful performer and model in her homeland and internationally. She couldn't comprehend how a woman of such beauty and prominence could be brought so low.

But Aiko was especially shocked when she noticed the condition of Masako's bare breasts. Masako's breasts had been her most outstanding feature. Despite the actress's slender 5 foot 8 inch form, she sported size 36C tits. Such jumbo breasts had made her unusual in Japan. Masako's breasts were also famed for their perfect shape. The actress set the standard for modern shapeliness.

Aiko was always proud that her height and breast dimensions matched Tanaka's. That fact, along with Aiko's own exotic beauty, had always made men drool.

But Aiko was shocked to see that Masako's teats were showing the rigors of the milking stalls. Before prison, the actress's breasts had been firm. Now, her previously perfect teats had become unnaturally stretched and pendulous. Her large, milk-filled breasts drooped tiredly against her rib cage.

Aiko also noticed that the ends of the actress's teats looked red and swollen, as if harshly pinched. Eun's slaps had taken their toll. When it came to Masako's breasts, Aiko could see that the once cover-girl-prefect actress was now the picture of exhausted womanhood.

This sight erased any doubts Aiko harbored about how hard the Chinese, Korean and Filipina girls would pull on a Japanese girl's tits. Aiko hoped she would soon awake from this nightmare, because she dreaded the day she'd have to get down on all fours in one of those milking stalls. The prospect of surrendering her breasts to the mercies of a Korean or Chinese girl's hands made her toes curl inside her dress pumps.

Aiko then saw a pretty but tiny little girl approaching along a lane between the milking stalls. The child wore jeans, sneakers and a long sleeved silk blouse. She had a small flower in her hair. As she walked along eying the row of naked buttocks, she hummed merrily and swung a toy umbrella decorated with anime cartoon characters.

Seeing the umbrella, Aiko sensed it was Lucinda, the ultimate author of Masako's horsing. Aiko was amazed such an innocent looking child could find amusement tormenting the anuses of naked women. Yet, Aiko noted the little girl's confident air amidst so much adult humiliation and nakedness. Luci acted as if the world was her oyster. Aiko also sensed the child understood little of the agonies of the milking stalls and probably wondered what all the groaning, weeping and begging was about. Having no breasts at that age, she could hardly be expected to understand the burdens of lactating women.

To Aiko, The little girl's freedom and nonchalance in the middle of this adult pain and degradation was a stark reminder of how utterly the prison had subordinated its inmates.

When Masako saw Lucinda, she began sputtering apologies and begging the 6-year old's permission to come down from the Horse. At her wits end over her aching, burning vagina, the actress cried to the child, "I'm so sorry for my rude talk, Mistress Luci. Don't you want to let me down so you can goose my naughty asshole harder? I'll get down on my hands and knees and kiss your pretty little umbrella if you do! Pleeeese?"

The tiny Filipina seemed not to hear the actress's plea. She turned and continued down the path between the milking stalls. The little girl was looking for fresher targets to poke. She loved to catch a woman unawares, to make her nearly jump out of her skin. (The prisoners had learned to keep a lookout for Goosey Luci, so they could brace themselves if she chose their anuses to poke.)

Finally, in desperation, Masako called out to the child. "Oh Mistress Luci, please don't go. I'll give up my nipples for you if you let me off."

The child kept walking.

In a voice hoarse from groaning, Masako added, "Mistress Luci, please. My nipples are long and thick. They'll make delicious fritters for you. Don't you want to try them?"

The Filipina stopped and turned around.

Aiko Yoshina was wide-eyed in astonishment. She couldn't believe what the actress was implying. She thought the Horse must be a fearsome thing indeed to drive a woman to that extreme.

Masako turned to Eun and gasped. "Mistress Lee, if Mistress Luci agrees, would you kindly cut off my nipples and let me cook them for her?"

Eun shrugged. "I'll cut off and cook whatever Luci will accept. They're your tenders not mine."

The little girl stood and stared at the expectant actress. She showed no emotion. She appeared to be thinking. Her mother had always advised her to be stern with the prisoners, especially with the Japanese girls, and to make them serve all their allotted time on the Horse. Consequently, the little Filipina had learned to steel herself to the tearful pleadings of women punished in this way on her behalf. She was under no obligation to ease the trials and tribulations of their vaginas.

Eun smirked at Masako. "I don't think the child is impressed with the offer of your big nozzles."

Eun hefted one of the Japanese girl's pendulous breasts. "But maybe she'd take one of your teats. You do have some big hangers on you."

Masako winced. Her breasts now hurt at the slightest touch.

Eun studied the Japanese girl's aching tit. Then she added. "I said Luci MIGHT accept one of these udders. Or maybe not. To be honest, if I were in the child's shoes I'd prefer a firmer breast in the roaster. These saggy old bags of yours, well, they look like they've seen better days. Your teats are practically bouncing off your knees."

Masako blushed. (Nevertheless, she was accustomed to such comments on her breasts. Visiting Korean, Chinese and Filipino wives and mothers never failed to gloat over how the Japanese actress's large, long-nippled "prefect" teats had become saggy from the rigors of the prison. They invariably made Masako bend over to show their children how low her "celebrity" breasts now hung. The mothers often referred to her as Miss Saggy Bags and laughed when their children copied the taunt. Masako would simply have to hold her pose as their children danced around and pointed and laughed at her dangling breasts. Although Masako's face grew red with shame from such ridicule, she would have to force a polite smile out of respect for the children. The mothers had eagle eyes for any breach of manners in the presence of their little ones. Japanese girls were expected to exhibit especially flawless etiquette in such circumstances.

Invariably, the mothers would then let their little ones yank or pull on the actress's naked breasts if they wished. Masako had no choice but to bend over, dig in her toes, and comply with such demands. Often these events would turn into elaborate trophy-photo sessions, with each child taking away pictures proving he or she had actually yanked on famous actress's rack. Masako was a popular and photogenic pull-toy for such sessions. Sometimes the mothers wanted the actress to grimace for the photographer. At other times, they wanted her to smile. On some occasions, the mothers clamped Masako's nipples to prevent her milk from squirting when their children pulled. On other occasions, they wanted her squirting milk captured in the photos.

Masako was even required to sign the photos with written dedications. After a few rewrites demanded by the mothers, the actress learned to make her statements as slavish as possible. In one case, she wrote, "Dear Little Master Wang, you're such a strong little titty puller! You nearly yanked my big rack clean off! Ouch! I have such respect for your strength! Love, Masako Tanaka." In another case, she wrote, "Dear Little Mistress Jia, you really yanked a lot of cream out of my bags! You could float your rubber ducky in my milk! You'd be a great little milkmaid! Warmest Regards, Masako Tanaka)

Eun paused, and then added. "Perhaps if you offered the child both of your tits, she might take the deal. Two saggers on her plate might equal one firm boob."

Masako again blushed at the Korean girl's comment on the state her belabored breasts. But, as much as her tits sagged and ached, the Japanese girl didn't fancy having them cut off.

But this left the actress with only two other options for escaping the device that felt like it was splitting her crotch.

After a few seconds of soul-searching, Masako suddenly blurted at the child. "Would you accept my clitoris, too, Mistress Luci? My clit is long just like my nipples!"

The Filipina cocked her head and smiled slightly. She enjoyed the delicate taste of clitoris. Yet she still made no reply.

Eun rolled her eyes and looked at Masako. "What a stingy woman you are! Is that all you can do? Your clit is your littlest cunt tender. Remember, Luci is a growing girl!"

Masako was now nearly insane from the pain between her legs. Finally, in sheer desperation, she cried to the child, "Would you like my lips too, Mistress Luci?"

Eun said. "Better tell the child which lips."

Masako moaned, "I so sorry, Mistress Luci. I meant my vaginal lips."

The Japanese beauty forced a smile and added, "You'll like my pussy lips, Mistress. They say my lips hang down like spaniel's ears!"

Eun said, "That's better, but you forget one little thing."

Masako begged to know what that was.

Eun rolled her eyes. "You clitoral hood, woman! Do you expect Luci to accept your clitoris without its hood? That's like offering her a cock without its foreskin."

Masako sobbed, "Yes, please, take my hood, too. She can have it all."

Eun winked at the little girl. "Hmmm. That's not too bad an offer honey. Long nipples. Long clit, with hood. And those big flappers between her legs. Miss Tanaka is offering up some serious meat now. What do you say, sweetie?"

Lucinda looked down at Masako's vaginal lips hanging over each side of the rail. During the child's many wanderings among the milking stalls, she had seen labia of all sizes. She had to admit Masako's lips were more substantial than most.

Finally, the little girl nodded and approached the Horse.

Masako sighed with relief. She finally had a deal. The very realization that she would be excused from the Horse seemed to ease the pain in her vagina. Circumcision and loss of her nipples was a brutal bargain, but it was a deal she couldn't refuse.

Next unfolded a scene that froze Aiko and her companions in a state of pure, silent shock.

Eun turned to the matron. "Release Miss Tanaka from the Horse so I may prepare her tenders for the cuts."

Then the Korean girl hit the button on her cell phone. After a second, she said, "Hi Valerie. If you don't mind, I'll need an extra half hour to get the new prisoners ready for Mrs. Kelly and her children. One of the slaves in the Milking Center decided to donate her nipples and pussy tenders to get her cunt off the Horse. I need to whack off her nozzles and circumcise her."

At the other end of the line, Valerie said, "No problem. By the way, who's giving her tenders up?"

Eun replied, "Masako Tanaka"

Valerie smiled. "Wooo. I wouldn't have you miss that for the world! I know how you love to carve on those snooty Japanese girls."

Eun laughed, "I knew you'd understand. It always makes me feel good to take some of their meat. But I won't be too long in doing it. Tell Mrs. Kelly's little son to hang tight, because when I finish with her meat, it's going to be nothing but feet, feet, feet."

Eun giggled. "Oops, I think I just made a poem."

Valerie laughed, "Happy cutting, dear."

Eun hung up and watched as the matron raised Masako off the Horse and then rolled a low table under her. Then she unshackled the naked actress's wrists and ankles and positioned her on her knees (parted wide) facing Lucinda. The actress made no move to resist. She simply bowed her head slightly.

The little Filipina stared at the Japanese girl's swollen, pepper-reddened labia, and then looked up at her long thick nipples. Though the child was Asian, she had never dined on an Asian woman's tenders. Her snacks had always come from white girls. She hoped the Japanese actress's would taste as good.

Masako made no move to cover her genitals. She simply let the child view her for a few seconds. Then, the kneeling actress bowed her head more deeply and said, "I'm privileged to honor you, Mistress Lucinda Salonga, with the flesh of my tenders. I'm privileged to surrender them to you in thanks for your mercy."

Wincing from the soreness in her ducts, Masako then squeezed a drop of milk from each of her nipples onto the fingertips of each hand. Holding her finger tips up to show the child the milk, the Japanese girl bowed her head and said, "My undeserving nipples, soon to be yours, salute you with their cream."

Then Masako kissed each wet fingertip and blew a kiss at the little girl.

Luci watched solemnly as the naked Japanese beauty then reached between her legs. With each hand, Masako slowly dragged her fingers across her naked vaginal slit. Then, holding her fingertips in the air to display her glistening vaginal juices to the child, Masako said, "My unworthy clitoris and labia, also soon to be yours, salute you with their fluids."

The actress kissed each fingertip and blew another kiss at the Filipina.

Eun then held a porcelain cup under the Japanese girl's left breast. Masako raised her hands and began milking her teat into the vessel. The actress winced as she squeezed her breast. It was very sore from the Korean girl's vicious slaps. But, as she milked herself, she managed to say to the child, "Please accept this pathetic milk of my sorry left teat, Mistress Luci. Please use it as you wish to bathe my tenders for cooking."

Eun held the cup to the actress's other nipple. Masako repeated the painful milking ritual with her right breast.

All the rituals accomplished, Masako lay back on the table. Then, with her legs held wide apart and hands clasped behind her head, she drew her knees up to her chest and pointed her delicately manicured toes. It was the standard pose for voluntary circumcision.

Lucinda now had a full view of the Japanese girl's naked anus and vagina. Long accustomed to seeing this rite performed, the child looked at Masako's's exposed genitals as if they were choice morsels in the delicatessen.

Eun was impressed by how Masako's dramatic training had enhanced the elegance of her presentation to the child. Obviously, the actress had studied the prison protocols well. She hadn't missed a beat. The white businesswomen types Eun circumcised usually managed to infuriate her by missing a gesture or flubbing a line. In recognition of the Masako's attention to ceremony, Eun resolved to make her circumcision cuts as painless as possible.

Eun was also glad the new prisoners were seeing this ceremony. It would give them an idea of the precision she expected of a slave.

Clarissa, Aiko, Jessica, and their companions watched this scene with a mixture of horror and fascination. To Aiko, it was shaping up like a grotesque tea ceremony. The calm decorum with which Masako dedicated her impending circumcision to the little Filipina was astonishing. Aiko wondered if this ceremony would someday be expected of her. She didn't know how she would ever be able to get through it with such perfect composure. Aiko could only assume that Masako's calm was due to the fact that she had escaped amputation of her breasts. Eun had seemed on the verge of cutting them off.

Eun set a black china saucer on the table between Masako's thighs and walked over to a cabinet. After taking a small jar from the shelf, Eun walked back to the table. She dug her slender fingers into the jar and began gently massaging a clear jell all over Masako's vagina.

Masako sighed with relief as she felt the cool substance. As Eun rubbed, the burning that had tormented the Japanese girl's slit gradually subsided. The gel contained an agent to counteract the Habanero pepper juice. Masako, who usually lived in terror of the Korean girl, now looked at her overseer with genuine gratitude.

Eun smiled at the actress. "Does your cunt feel better, slave?"

Masako pleasantly sighed. "Oh yes, Mistress Lee. Much better. Thank you so much."

As Eun massaged Masako's genitals with one hand, she said, "Miss Tanaka, I don't often complement a slave, much less a Japanese one. But I must say your performance of the pre-circumcision ceremony was superb."

Cherishing every soothing stroke of the Korean girl's fingers, Masako softly replied, "Thank you Mistress Lee."

With one hand still massaging Masako's genitals, Eun began casually examining the actress's bare feet. In response to the Korean girl's taps on her bare soles, the Japanese girl alternately pointed her toes and flattened her soles, displaying her feet in the fashion the matron seemed to desire.

The new prisoners were awed by this demonstration of obedience. They could see Eun was a stickler for structure and precision.

As Eun felt the actress's soles and toes, she said, "I see you've also done well with your feet, Miss Tanaka. When you first arrived here from the Tribunal, your feet were so corny and callused due to your high heels. That made me so angry. I've never pinched a woman's corns harder. Now I see you have your feet as smooth as silk. You're not Miss Corny Tokyo anymore!"

Eun blushed at the memory of that painfully embarrassing first day. A delegation little Korean and Chinese girls were invited to watch her bare feet being inspected. In their presence, Eun had given Masako a scathing report card on her feet. The actress remembered the Korean matron pinching her already-tender corns so hard that she limped. Then Eun turned Masako's feet over to the little Korean and Chinese girls. With Eun's encouragement, those children swarmed around the Japanese girl's bare feet and continued to pinch her corns until she wept for mercy. Not wanting to repeat that painful experience, the actress had resolved to make her feet flawless. She gave up an hour of sleep each night to pumice her "hard spots" down to nil. Masako still had to wear Toe-Jammers in her pumps like the rest of the prisoners, but her diligent evening grooming kept her feet one step ahead.

Satisfied with Masako's feet, Eun continued to massage her labia and clitoris. Then, as the actress's genital opening loosened, the Korean girl frequently ran an index finger in and out of her moist hole. Once, when Eun was slowly pumping her slender finger in and out of Masako's slit, she teased, "Do you like the way my finger plays around like a little penis your pleasure hole?"

Masako gasped, "Oh god yes, Mistress Lee. It feels so good."

Eun asked, "Should I go faster or slower when I do this?"

Masako moaned, "Faster, please, Mistress."

The Korean girl sped up her thrusts. Masako opened her mouth and emitted a tiny moan as she watched Eun's lively hands. She had never felt anything so glorious. Despite Eun's reputation for cruelty, she was famed for her skill in masturbating women. Unless the victims were sloppy in dedicating their tenders to the children in question, Eun usually preceded their circumcisions with masturbation.

Eun was using a gel containing Spanish Fly, the powerful aphrodisiac. It was steadily taking effect.

The actress looked down between her legs to see that Lucinda had leaned in close to watch. Masako felt only a fleeting sense of shame at the child's stare. She was too absorbed in pleasure. In any case, the actress knew the little Filipina must have seen ample pussy during her time at the Dairy. Every day, dripping vulvas of both the white and Asian races protruded from the backs the milking stalls as far the eye could see. One tour of the Dairy was enough for any child to get a thorough visual education in that area.

Indeed, Masako's hunch was correct. It was boredom with seeing so many vulvas that had caused Luci to turn her attention to harassing the slaves' anuses.

Masako's vagina was now sopping from the Korean girl's attentions. The burning across her genitals was totally gone. Instead, she now felt only incredibly pleasurable tingles flooding that area. Her whole crotch was bathed in a wet, warm ecstasy.

The Japanese girl's nipples were now standing up like long pencil erasers. Below, her clitoris was rigid and nearly an inch long. Her labia drooped between her legs like wet flaps. Masako began to pant softly. Even her fingers and toes were tingling with pleasure.

As a side effect of the lactation stimulant the prisoners took on a regular basis, all of them developed unusually long clitorises and labia. Masako's were as outsized as any.

As Eun massaged and tugged on Masako's dangling labia and fingered her hole, she smiled down at Luci. "Mmmm. Miss Tanaka does have big pussy lips, doesn't she sweetie? She has big 'ol spaniel's ears just like she promised! I bet they're going to be yummy for you! Let me keep rubbing them so they'll be as big and juicy as possible."

Luci smiled as she watched the Korean matron's busy fingers. The little girl had tasted labia before, but only the pinkish ones from white women. She eagerly awaited Masako's generous, yellow-hued lips.

Eun was now able to run three fingers in and out of Masako's crack. The Japanese girl began to pant hard. She was delirious with pleasure. Her vaginal juices had pooled on the table below her buttocks. Eun's fingers were now causing gurgling sounds inside her loose pussy. Eun giggled, "I hear pussy farts. You're getting to be all hole, girl."

Masako blushed but continued to sigh with pleasure. She knew her hole was a sloppy mess. But all she wanted was for the Korean matron to keep playing in it.

And Eun's hands never let up. They probed Masako's every pleasure spot, both inside and outside.

Eun looked down at the moaning Japanese beauty and said, "I guess you know I'll cut off your tenders as soon as you cum. It hurts the least then. So, you need to tell me when you're starting to orgasm so I can make the cuts in time."

Breathing hard, Masako said, "Yes, oh yes I promise I will, kind Mistress."

Until then, Eun had been an ogre to the Japanese girl. Now the Korean beauty seemed like an angel come to earth to carry her to paradise. Masako felt ready to sacrifice her tits to keep Eun's skilled fingers working.

With one hand, Eun pulled a scalpel from a pouch on her belt. She handed it to the matron. "Take the sterile wrapper off, please. I need to cut her as soon as she cums. She's getting close."

The matron tore the wrapper off the instrument and held it at the ready.

Eun leaned over the nearly delirious actress and said, "You needed to anoint the blade now, before you cum."

Masako was in a trance. She didn't seem to hear.

Eun gently shook one of the actress's titties. "Hey passion princess, you need to anoint the blade for the child while there's still time. You wouldn't want to be circumcised with a dry blade would you?"

Her face flushed, Masako finally gasped, "Oh no, Mistress! I want to bathe it with my milk for her!"

The other matron held the blade just below Masako's nipples. The Japanese girl grabbed her left tit and squeezed hard. She showered the blade with a stream of her milk, pumping out much more than required. The excess ran down her belly and onto the table. Masako did the same with her other breast. She no longer felt the soreness in her milk ducts.

Eun worked her fingers faster inside the Japanese girl's vagina. She said, "I need someone to be near her titties, to hold them still when it's time to cut off her nipples."

Before the other matron could move, little Lucinda climbed up on the table next to Masako and took hold of her large breasts. The Japanese girl blushed momentarily to see the child whose mischief had brought her to this fate.

Eun smiled at the little girl. "Thank you so much sweetie for minding her big titties. Just be ready to steady her udders when I give you the word."

Luci looked at the actress's big breasts and asked, "Can I play with her boobies until you're ready to cut her?"

Eun laughed. "Sure, honey. Play with her rack all you like!"

Masako watched as the Filipina's tiny fingers pushed her breasts back and forth across her chest. That sight, as humiliating as it would be under normal circumstances, produced an indescribable tingling in the actress's loins. She gasped, "Oh thank you for holding my teats Mistress Lucinda!"

The little girl lifted each pendulous breast and let it fall to Masako's body. She giggled, "Her milk bags jiggle like jelly!"

Masako moaned, "Yessss, Mistress Lucinda. Like jelly.

The little Filipina suddenly took one of Masako's breasts in both hands and squeezed. A stream of milk shot into the child's mouth. Then Luci leaned over and began to suck.

The Japanese girl moaned in ecstasy. At that moment, she would have donated her titties to the child along with the rest of her tenders to keep that feeling going.

As Eun massaged and Lucinda sucked and played, Masako felt her first orgasm building. She suddenly gasped, "Mistress Lee. I'm close Mistress! Very close!"

The Korean girl spoke urgently to the child. "You'll have to stop nursing on her teat pretty soon sweetie. She's about to have a happy hole."

Her mouth still on Masako's nipple, the little girl nodded.

Finally, Masako's body stiffened. She gasped, "Oh god! Oh god!!!! Please now!"

Eun reacted quickly, telling the child. "Get your mouth off her nozzles, Luci honey. Hold her big titties tight with her nipples pointing up."

The little girl held Masako's titties firm. The actress's one-inch long nipples pointed upward. They looked as rigid as stone.

The actress emitted a long, high-pitched cry and pointed her toes hard. That cry quickly changed to a series of lung-rattling moans. She was now struggling mightily to hold her body still. She had enough presence of mind to know that bucking or pumping her hips would make Eun's job harder.

Eun reached in, plucked the Japanese girl's right nipple sharply upward and neatly sliced it off at the base, dropping it in a saucer. In a flash, she cut off Masako's other nipple and dropped it in the saucer.

The matron quickly applied a healing patch to each site. Each patch had a tiny hole for milk drainage.

Eun felt a rush of pleasure in her loins. Cutting always aroused her.

Masako continued to scream with pleasure as the next orgasm coursed through her body. She was unaware that the Korean girl had just severed her nipples. A haze of sheer pleasure had anesthetized her.

And Eun was already busy with Masako's genitals. She pinched up her rigid clitoris and neatly sliced it off, dropping it in the saucer. Then she carved away her hood.

As the matron applied a patch to that spot, Eun yanked up one of the Japanese girl's outer labia and carefully sliced along its base, pulling it free. She then laid the strip of flesh in the saucer. It had been cut as cleanly as a piece of Sashimi, with no ragged edges.

Eun carefully severed Masako's other outer labium. Then she worked in the other direction to remove her inner labia. Eun's nimble fingers worked quickly and expertly, pulling and slicing until nothing was left

Still cumming, Masako was oblivious to her rapid circumcision. She wondered if Eun had even cut her yet.

Eun waited until the Japanese girl's orgasms had run their course. Once the actress's breathing was normal, Eun tapped her on the shoulder and said, "The cuts are done, slave. Now you need to formally present the child with your meat."

Masako put her hand to her forehead. Then she wearily sat up to see the saucer between on the table between her feet. The dish was filled with her severed tenders. Her labia had been laid lengthwise on either side. Her nipples, clitoris and hood lay between those moist strips of flesh.

Then Masako looked down at her body to see the patches. There was almost no blood. Instead of pain, she felt only a mild stinging in those areas. Her pussy had disgorged a pool of sticky fluid onto the table.

After momentarily fighting back tears over her loss, Masako quickly thanked Eun for her humane manner of circumcising her. Masako had heard of the Korean girl's peerless mastery of this art. Now the actress could see how superb her skills actually were.

Masako also took heart from the experience of other slaves that the healing would be rapid. She just hoped the Korean girl would permit her to use the Regeneration Facility soon.

In a sudden moment of dizziness, Masako held her forehead. The she climbed from the table and picked up the saucer. She looked it again, in near disbelief. "This is my meat?"

Eun smiled, "Yes, Masako, it's your meat. But since you're Japanese, I'd prefer to call it your Sashimi."

The Japanese girl blushed, because the analogy was embarrassingly apt. Indeed, Masako thought the term might even be proper. It set her apart from the other slaves.

Holding the container high, Masako bowed her head and knelt before Lucinda. As the little girl peered at the moist parts, Masako said, "These, Mistress Luci, are the unworthy tenders of my teats and cunt. They are my humble sashimi. They've been justly severed from my body to compensate you for my rudeness. May these samples of my breasts and genitals please your palate and also add years to your life. And I would be most honored to cook and serve them in the Japanese fashion if you desire. But first, little Mistress, is my meat, my sashimi, acceptable to you?"

The child looked down at the fleshy contents of the saucer and said, "They're Ok."

Relieved, Masako said, "Thank you, Mistress." She had actually dreaded the child rejecting her tenders. After all, the Japanese girl had endured much for the little Filipina. A rejection would have hurt her pride.

Eun shook her head, "Once again, Masako, your presentation was impeccable. Normally, I frown on deviations from the script, but the sashimi part was a nice touch. I liked it."

The Japanese girl bowed, "Thank you Mistress Lee."

The Korean girl then turned to the other matron. "Please excuse slave Masako from the milking stalls until further notice. Send her to the Regeneration Facility as soon as there's an opening. Also, she's excused from wearing Toe Jammers in her high heels until her tenders regenerate."

Eun looked at Masako. "Your cunt and nipples will be as good as new in a month. I'll see to that."

The Japanese girl blushed with genuine gratitude. "You're so kind, Mistress Lee."

Eun turned to the little girl. "Honey, will you permit Miss Tanaka to cook her meat, uh her sashimi, and serve it to you?"

The child nodded.

The new prisoners watched as the naked Japanese actress, head bowed and holding the saucer and cup of milk, followed the little Filipina to the kitchen. There, as the child watched anime on a television monitor, Masako carefully coated her nipples in a batter made of eggs and her own breast milk. Next, she marinated her labia and clitoris in teriyaki sauce. Then, using chopsticks, she dropped her nipples in a small deep fryer and eased her vaginal parts into a roaster.

When it was all done, Masako knelt beside the little Filipina's chair to watch the child enjoy her first delicious taste of Cunt-Lips Teriyaki and Nipples Tempura.

Even with her clitoris gone, Masako felt her pussy tingle and dampen at the sight of the little girl eating. Finally, Luci smiled at the actress and said, "Your pussy goodies are the yummiest!"

Masako gushed her thanks as she felt a tiny orgasm.

But, when the Japanese girl looked down at her sagging breasts that shamed her, she suddenly realized she'd missed an opportunity for a totally fresh start. The Regeneration Facility that could restore a woman's vaginal parts to mint condition would also do the same for her breasts.

As Eun had watched Masako walk behind Luci to the kitchen, she sensed that the Japanese girl's spectacular orgasm had caused her to "flip." "Flipping" was the phenomenon of formerly resistant prisoners suddenly embracing their own enslavement. Eun noticed that extreme orgasms experienced during circumcision usually preceded this transformation. This condition now affected 10% of the Dairy's inmates.

The first "flipping" case Eun had seen involved a lovely young white woman Eun had circumcised in the middle of an orgasm. Sarah Wilkes was a 5'-9", 36-24-36 honors college graduate from a prominent Atlanta family. After her circumcision, Sarah approached Eun about "donating" her size 36D breasts to an upcoming Kwanzaa party for the black matrons' children. Sarah explained to the stunned Korean matron that she, as a white woman of aristocratic Southern heritage, "owed" such a tribute to all black children. She expressed guilt that her ancestors had owned black slaves. Sarah said she would not find "closure" until she had seen a table full of black kids digging into her roasted white titties. She also said she would be "honored" if Eun would permit a little black girl to release the Mastectator blades for the occasion. She said, "It's only fair that a black child should ring down the curtain on my Lily white rack."

Eun thought the young white woman had gone mad. But, out of curiosity, she finally agreed to her wish.

In the middle of a massive orgasm just before the Kwanzaa party, Sarah had begged for the blade. As she was in the midst of cumming, she looked down at 6-year old black girl who had volunteered to work the Mastectator lanyard. Sarah gasped, "PLEASE, LITTLE MISTRESS TAWANA, SWEETIE, HONEY. PLEASE GO AHEAD AND PULL IT! OH SUGAR PIE, PLEASE LET THE BLADES COME DOWN ON MY HIGH-AND-MIGHTY WHITE RACK! LET THOSE BLADES CUT OFF MY BIG WHITE SOUTHERN BELLE'S UDDERS RIGHT NOW!" Then she added this verse: "FIDDLE DEE DEE AND SHUT MY MOUTH. MISTRESS TAWANA IS GOING TO MAKE ME A TITLESS WHITE WOMAN FROM THE DEEP SOUTH

Eun later observed the naked, tit-less Sarah serving plates of her roasted breast meat at the Kwanzaa dinner. As the beautiful white girl served her own teats, she said, "It's so right that you lovely little masters and mistresses should taste of the knockers of a woman like me. I just hope my rack is tender enough."

Once the children started eating, Sarah stood still and watched, occasionally complimenting the amused mothers on the healthy appetites of their "darling" children. Soon, her body began to tremble at the sight. Both Eun and the mothers could see Sarah was struggling to hide another orgasm.

Sarah's breasts were such a big hit with the children that the black matrons nicknamed her "Sarah Sweetmeat."

Eun also remembered the case of the gorgeous Tara Tossi. Tara was a proud beauty from Beacon Hill who had trouble accepting the legitimacy of the Tribunal's judgment. On her first day at the Dairy, she had shown anger towards a visiting 4-year old boy. Eun had invited the child to the Foot Inspection Chamber to put him at ease about his foot fetish. Tara was indignant that a child should be allowed to watch a foot inspection. She gave the shy little boy a look of disgust and refused to take off her high-heeled pumps until he left the room. A furious Eun had the defiant beauty promptly horsed and then circumcised in the little boy's honor.

As the little boy watched, Eun removed Tara's labia and clitoris while she was having a massive orgasm from Eun's massaging. During this orgasm, Tara's size 7 feet (which were highly attractive despite the two corns she'd rubbed during the Tribunal) were being tickled by two matrons' children. The moaning beauty soon apologized to the surprised little boy and invited him to join in the torment of her soles. In between her orgasmic screams as she watched Eun slicing her labia and clitoris away, Tara emotionally "dedicated" her pussy tenders to the child.

As a result of this experience, Tara flipped wildly in the other direction. Immediately after her circumcision, Tara fell on her knees before Eun and pleaded to "dedicate" her exceptionally beautiful feet to helping bashful children "find peace" with their foot fetishes. She told Eun she deserved to have her tits turned into "strip steak" and her vaginal tenders "kabobed" if her feet ever failed to "enthrall" any such child.

Eun was so impressed with the young woman's sincerity that she asked her for her ideas. Tara said she would use her "people skills" as a former public relations specialist to put shy children at ease about their foot fetishes. Eun agreed to give her a chance.

When a shy child visited the Dairy, and if the mother agreed to it, Tara "Tickle-toes" Tossi would arrange an interview with the mother to assess any special foot-related needs or interests on the part of the child. Then she would design a "session" and stop by the child's room and introduce herself. Typically, Tara would break the ice by reading stories, beginning with conventional fairy tales. Then, she would transition to comical stories she had written about women's feet. They usually involved pretty, "villainous" women (scheming home-wreckers, let-them-eat-cake princesses) falling into embarrassing public situations involving their feet. Tara's "villains" often wound up in the stocks getting their feet tickled by children, to include being caught with stinky feet.

Then, subtly, Tara would transition to "penalty games", always rigged for her to lose. As part of the initial penalty, she would have to expose a nylon stockinged foot at close quarters. Additional penalties would require her feet to be bare. Through the natural flow of these games, the child would have sanction to do anything his or her heart desired with Tara's feet. Through such stories and games, Tara would gently explore all potential aspects of the child's foot-fetish desires - olfactory, tactile and visual.

Four other prisoners with exceptionally attractive feet soon joined Tara in her mission. They were nicknamed the Footsie Troupe. The Troupe's visits to the new children soon grew into elaborate performances. The women usually began with foot-stories followed by funny skits involving their nylonned or bare feet. Then came the penalty games. In the end, once the child became relaxed with the ubiquity of women's undressed feet, Tara Tossi her crew would treat the child to a "feeting frenzy." This was a game where the young women sat on both sides of the child and gently rolled the giggling little boy or girl back and forth between their nylon stockinged feet. As the women rolled the child between their feet, the tot was free to sniff and/or tickle their soles and pull their nylons off.

The advent of the "flippers" had caused Valerie Chang some concerns about discipline among the larger prison population. The matrons tended to be less comfortable in harshly treating women who were so eagerly compliant.

For example, after seeing Masako's worshipful look of bliss at her circumcision, Eun had softened towards the actress. Eun knew she would find it hard to slap the Japanese girl's breasts with the same old fury.

The Dairy's solution to this dilemma was to segregate the flippers into their own barracks. The matrons could go there and bask in the flippers' worshipful welcome without the other prisoners seeing.

At the present, however, Eun wanted ensure the scene with Masako had made an impression on the newbies. She shook her finger at the new prisoners and said. "I hope Masako's fate has been a lesson to you, ladies. If little Luci Salonga or any other child should have a mind to goose any of your uptight little Yuppie assholes, you'd better bite your tongues."

The new prisoners were more than impressed. They felt paralyzed with shock.

Eun soon ushered the prisoners into the Foot Inspection Chamber. There, she had the prisoners stand at attention as she explained what was expected of them. She said, "The inspection will proceed in this order - your high heeled feet, your stockinged feet and finally your bare feet. Now I'll drill you in Foot Inspection 101."

Eun began shouting orders in rapid fire. First, the Korean girl made the shamefaced beauties strip off everything but their high-heeled shoes and nylon stockings.

Although women quickly began undressing, they were startled that the very objects of the inspection -- their feet -- were the only things permitted to be clothed.

Once the young women had stripped down to their shoes and hose, Eun had them mount the inspection table. She then began training the near-naked prisoners with urgency. She was determined to have the women ready for Trish and her children.

As she drilled the new slaves, Eun stated her expectations. "A foot inspection is like any other inspection at the Dairy. In this case, the focus will be on your feet. Given that your feet will be center stage for children's tickling games at this institution, it's important that your feet be inoffensive as possible to a child. Corns, calluses, scaly feet, foot odor, and failure to maintain reasonable composure when your feet are tickled are considered avoidable offenses and a serious breach of etiquette. Corny feet are a particular pet peeve of mine. Corny feet snag stockings. A woman's corns can even scratch a child's cheek. That's inexcusable. But I've little patience for scaly, callused, or stinky feet either."

The new prisoners cringed to imagine how Eun would react to their bare feet.

Eun continued, "As for foot tickling, the watchword is maintaining your poise. It's highly bad form for you to twitch your feet and toes when a child is trying to tickle your soles. When the bottoms of your feet are being tickled, it's your task to 'suck it up.' That means keeping your toes and soles calm and convenient to the tickler."

The new prisoners blushed at the thought of having to facilitate such torture. The dread of being tickled there was also evident in their worried expressions.

Noticing the women's anxiety, Eun smirked. "You have ticklish feet, don't you ladies? Well, that's to be expected. Most women of privilege have soft, sensitive feet from wearing high heels and nylons all day. Such feet are ticklish. This prison is full of young women with highly ticklish feet."

Eun then shook her finger at the new prisoners. "Regardless of your sensitivity to such torment, you must keep your ticklish feet as accessible as possible to the child during this inspection. Moreover, you must control your reactions to those tickling sensations, no matter how maddening they may be. As home-wreckers, you've lost all standing to complain about such inconveniences. This is about children's rights. A child whose family has been the victim of home-wrecking has many rights. This includes his or her right to tickle any home-wrecker's foot at any time, for as long as the child cares to tickle it. The tickling of a home-wrecker's nylonned or bare sole is therapeutic for the child, and it makes the home-wrecker appreciate what the little boy or girl has been through. You must honor their right to subject your ticklish feet to such an ordeal."

Once again, the women's hearts sank at the dismal prospect of their hot, tired, ticklish feet meeting all these requirements.

As the drills proceeded, Eun warned the women, "Like any inspection, a foot inspection demands prompt and precise responses from the inspected. The fact that your Chief Inspector is a little boy doesn't excuse any sloppiness on your part. If the child gives you a command, you shall instantly obey it with the required pose, no matter how much it exposes you."

It deeply embarrassed these women, especially Aiko, to be stripped nude for training by a fully dressed Korean girl. But they never imagined Eun would let Trish's children actually see them that way.

The Matron soon dashed the women's hopes of hiding their breasts and vaginas. Eun commented, "Ladies, you'll be inspected just as you are now -- naked. And you must be careful of your demeanor when children, especially little boys, are examining your feet in this situation. When Mrs. Kelly's son inspects your soles or toes, don't be surprised if he peeks at your bare genitalia and titties as well."

Eun shook her finger in warning. "Just remember, your job is not to tell the little boy what not to look at. Your job is to keep your mind on what your FEET need to be doing to obey his commands. So don't let me see any judgmental or censorious expressions on your faces if Mrs. Kelly's son pauses to stare at your privates."

Eun had the embarrassed beauties dismount and re-mount the inspection table until they performed the act with maximum economy of motion. Each time the prisoners were on the table, Eun snapped her slender fingers again and again until the ten pairs of high-heeled feet had learned to rise in perfect alignment. She then taught the women to make their feet and toes respond to a variety of sole taps and voice commands.

As Eun worked the line of feet, she explained, "The objective of these poses is to present your feet for the viewing convenience of the inspector. You shall show your respect for little Michael and his sister by the promptness and precision of your responses and the proper elevation of your feet. For example, if the child desires to examine the naked underpads of your toes for calluses, you must present your toe pads at his or her eye level. Do not force Mrs. Kelly's children to stand on their tiptoes or duck their necks to see your feet. I don't ever want to see a child having to exert his or herself to inspect your sorry dogs."

Though the women wore their pumps for these drills, they did their best to position their soles and toes as Eun specified.

Eun closely observed the women's responses to her orders. She punished any mistake with a hard slap across the offending prisoner's naked breasts. She was determined to have a flawless presentation for the Kelly family.

Clarissa, Aiko and Jessica were stunned at the extra ferocity of the slender Asian beauty's blows to their teats. Eun hit them often and hard.

Aiko's teats took the most abuse. The matron made no secret of her delight in having the stylish Japanese beauty under her thumb. She made Aiko obey with utmost precision.

In any case, Eun always chose at least one Asian girl to serve at these events. Given that most of the prisoners were white, she thought it might interest a white child to examine the naked soles of an Asian woman. She also wanted the white wives and their children to know that she didn't coddle members of her own race. Indeed, Eun often applied the harshest discipline to young Asian women. After all, it was a young Asian woman who had stolen Eun's father.

Again and again, the women carefully practiced the elaborate movements and poses the Korean girl demanded of their feet and toes. They struggled to comply with Eun's intricate protocols governing a prisoner's performance during a foot inspection.

As Eun drilled the women, she spoke calmly, but with authority, about what was expected at every turn of the inspection. In the end, Eun smiled and said, "The rest is up to you ladies. Your titty bumps are in your hands. Either your feet will shine for our little guests, or Mrs. Kelly's children shall be invited to dine on your nipples. You'll either dazzle the children's eyes with your silky smooth soles or you'll please their palates with your precious milk nozzles."

As soon as the training ended, Eun's cell phone rang. It was Valerie. The Chief Matron said, "Hi Eun. I'm sorry to spring this on you, but I hope you can accommodate a few more little guest inspectors."

Eun said, "Oh really? Who did you have in mind?"

Valerie replied, "It's the children of the plaintiffs in the Hanes and Yoshina cases."

Eun gasped, "Oh my god! You mean the little orphans?"

Valerie said, "Yep, Mary Lou Stocker and her Thai daughter Sunee are here. Mrs. Stocker wants to give her daughter an opportunity to help inspect and tickle Clarissa Hanes' feet. The other guests are Soon-Yi and Li-Mei, the Korean and Chinese adoptees, and their mothers. Their mothers want to see their kids help with Aiko Yoshina's foot inspection and tickling."

Eun said, "This is delightful. What brings these families here?"

Valerie replied, "The mothers happened to drop by the prison for a meeting with me. They're here researching the possibility of setting up penal dairies in those countries. The women nearly flipped when they heard about the foot inspection. You see, their kids have been playing the Sole Mate game, so they kind of have the foot bug. The mothers feel this would be a golden opportunity for them."

Eun put her hand to her mouth. "Oh my, this is way too cool. Sunee, Li-Mei, and Soon-Yi want to inspect and tickle these home-wreckers' feet? Of course I can accommodate them. I think it's damned admirable they and their moms can be part of this! Providing victimized families with this kind of opportunity is what I'm all about."

Eun then added, "Ooops, I almost forgot. I don't want to short change Mrs. Kelly and her little boy. Is her son still to be the Chief Inspector?"

Valerie said, "He certainly is. But ten pairs of women's feet are a handful for one little boy. The extra little girls can be a big help to him. They'll ensure a thorough inspection. Little girls are such sticklers for perfection. And they're merciless ticklers, too."

Eun laughed. "I can vouch for that. Little girls never miss a callus or corn. And they can detect a woman's stinky toes at ten paces. Of course, they'll tickle a grown woman's foot like nobody's business."

Eun added, "And I suspect their mommies may have a few choice words for those home-wreckers as well."

Valerie replied, "Hee hee. They just might."

Eun said, "Bring 'em on Val. The more the merrier. The justice of this situation is too poetic for words."

At this point, Clarissa's and Aiko's faces were ashen. Their worst-case nightmare had become real. The freight train of comeuppance was now coming at them.