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that his shaft was already
growing erect. To her horrified astonishment, she saw also that it
appeared to be inordinately long, making it appear thinner than she
might have expected, like the neck of a rearing serpent. 'Let's see
if you still have the strength to wriggle as you did before,' he
challenged, leering. 'Up on your feet now, whore girl, and let us
dance together!'
     
    Kitty realised
resignedly that she was now even beginning to think of herself by
her new name. Miranda Parkes, after all, belonged in a world so
different from the one in which she now found herself that she
would probably have killed herself rather than submit to the
appalling indignities now inflicted upon her with such cold
detachment. It was easier to imagine she was indeed Titty Kitty,
and that she had lived no other life before this.
    As she trotted dutifully along - wrists bound tightly in the
small of her back, waist cinched by the cruel girth strap, her
breasts bouncing, their size exaggerated by the thin leather bands
that had been drawn tightly around them at their base - the crack-crack of the whip
seemed to echo inside her head as if from another world, its sound
muffled by the restraining hood encasing her smoothly shaven head.
Alongside her trotted a similarly garbed girl, distinguishable from
Kitty only by the fact that her breasts were considerably smaller,
whilst behind her she could imagine the cool yet interested
expression of their groom, the ginger-haired Ross who had taken
over her training now that the man Adam seemed to have lost his
earlier interest in her.
    Perhaps, she
mused, chewing on the wad of leather that served as an immovable
gag inside her hood, the fact that Ross himself seemed far more
interested in the newly arrived Sarah might mean that she, Kitty,
would get an easier time of it for a few days, but she was not
pinning any hopes on that. The men who ran this terrible place all
seemed to have an insatiable appetite for their charges - they were
all so young and undeniably fit, as she had seen immediately - and
seemed able to go from one to another with barely a break in
between.
    At least, she
sighed to herself, they weren't superhuman and she had eventually
been allowed to rest when they finally retired to wherever it was
they slept, although Ross had reappeared at dawn to stir them from
their slumbers and curse and kick them back into consciousness.
Kitty risked a covert glance to her left, peering sideways through
the vision-restricting slits in her hood, in an effort to see how
her companion was faring. There was little to indicate Sarah's
state, the leather-masked features betraying nothing, her breathing
as laboured through her nostrils as was her own.
    'Eyes front, whore!' The whip cracked out again, but this time
the tip caught Kitty exactly between her shoulder blades and she
leapt, a sharp squeal of pain forcing its way past her gag. Damn him! she cursed in
her head, her eyes burning with tears, for it had only been the
briefest of glances and she could have sworn she had not even
turned her head, certainly not more than the merest fraction of an
inch.
    'Pick it up
there now!' Ross snapped. 'Let's see those bubbies bounce. Or shall
I get some bells to hang on those teat rings?'
    Kitty blinked
to clear her vision and desperately tried to obey, for the thought
of anything being hung onto the rings that now adorned her recently
pierced nipples was almost too much to bear. Ross had demonstrated
the previous evening just how painful even the smallest tug could
be, and how by means of even two of the thinnest leather thongs
attached to the twin metal circles a man could exert total control
over her.
    'That's
better!'
    Kitty stifled
a sigh of relief. At least for the moment she was to be spared that
indignity, though she knew there would be others and that it would
not be long before one of the men, even if it were not Ross
himself, would take advantage of her helplessness. Both she and
Sarah had been brought