The Interns

Chapter IX---Suckle visits Dr. Mary's Laboratory

Suckle was still kneeling, her face covered with the vaginal drippings of Dr. Mary's intense orgasm. She was totally aroused after, for the second time in her life, performing oral sex on another woman. Her life, as she once knew it, was changing at a rapid pace and what was surprising to her, was that she was finding some deep and weird satisfaction in her new life as the property of Miss Tamala. Even more surprising was the fact that just the thought of getting her head in between the legs of one of these highly intelligent, beautiful and mature black women was enough to make her nipples spring to life and her vagina begin to drip with excitement. These were sexual emotions that she never felt before. It not only stirred unexplored and new sexual arousal in her vagina but also gave her psyche the feeling that doing, what she had once considered as being appalling behavior for someone, was making her feel good and fulfilled in her own mind, almost as though it was in reality her destiny.

Right at the moment Suckle would have loved to be able to masturbate herself to ease the craving that was soaring through her entire body. Every cell in her body was alive with sexual desire from the way her head, face, nose, mouth and tongue had been used by Dr. Mary. But she was becoming accustomed to denying her own feelings in deference to her Mistress's pleasure.

While Dr. Mary had entered the front door to the house, Miss Tamala was 'tending' to their new bitch.

"Suckle, pick up Dr. Mary's slacks and fold them very carefully being sure to keep the seams straight. Do the same with her panties keeping the crotch area that touched Dr. Mary's pussy and asshole face up. When you have them folded as I have instructed you, carry them in the palms of your hands. Keep your hands waist high and out in front of you at all times," Miss Tamala was directing Suckle in a 'teacher' tone of voice again.

The preciseness of Miss Tamala's orders to Suckle was very important in Suckle's training. This procedure would train Suckle to listen very carefully to Miss Tamala's every word and make her believe, and in fact later become, a very dumb, stupid and brainless bitch that depended on Miss Tamala or Dr. Mary to be able to function in any manner.

"It was like training an animal," Dr. Mary had told Miss Tamala, "get them to a point where you yell a command and they jump through the hoop without even a moment's thought."

"You must learn that any clothing or undergarments that belong to one of your Mistress's are sacred as far as you're concerned and you are to treat them with the reverence that you would any sacred object," Miss continued teaching Suckle. "Do you understand that idiot," Miss Tamala was enforcing the thought in Suckle's mind that she was stupid and had to depend on her for directions."

When Miss Tamala was satisfied that Suckle had complied with her instructions she opened the front door and led Suckle, who was now walking like she was in some kind of religious procession the way she carried Dr. Mary's slacks and panties as she had been instructed to, into the foyer. When Suckle was only a few feet into the vestibule, Miss Tamala made her stop. She then took the slacks and panties of Dr. Mary from Suckle's outstretched hands and held them up to Suckle's mouth.

"Kiss them," Miss Tamala said to Suckle referring to Dr. Mary's clothing, "learn to love and adore any article of clothing that touches the wonderful and beautiful bodies of your Mistress's."

"Yes Mistress," answered Suckle. Suckle placed a soft kiss on both articles of clothing as though they were objects to be worshipped. Miss Tamala was pleasantly surprised to hear Suckle sniffing in a loud and very audible manner at the slacks and especially the panties of Dr. Mary in order to fill her senses with the scent of this clothing. "I didn't even have to tell the bitch to smell and to do it loud enough so I could hear her. The fucking bastard did it on her own," Miss Tamala was thinking. It was apparent to Miss Tamala that Suckle was doing this from her heart. She was really becoming what Miss Tamala and Dr. Mary wanted her to become ... a idiotic white bitch that they could use for their pleasure in any way they so desired.

Miss Tamala was still in a high state of sexual arousal from all the day's activities. She had been telling herself all day to 'wait, hold back, it will be better later.' She had let Dr. Mary use Suckle for her pleasure first and now she could almost feel Suckle's tongue running up and down the slit of her own pussy as she watched her training efforts coming to fruition in Suckle's behavior.

"Now turn around, walk as close to the corner as you can get, put your hands down to your sides and stand at attention facing the corner until I come back for you," Miss Tamala continued.

"Yes Mistress," replied Suckle. She walked the two steps that was necessary and got into the corner of the foyer as close to the wall as she possibly could. She put her feet together with her arms and hands down at her side and stood as rigid as a statue. Then she waited as she was instructed.

Before Suckle had been ordered into the corner, she had a few minutes to glance around the vestibule. It was a magnificent entranceway. The floor was covered in ceramic tile ... the walls were covered with rich colored printed wallpaper that was of an African motif. It gave Suckle the sense that she was stepping into another country ... a country she was not familiar with. On the table against the one wall of the foyer was a large colored photograph of Miss Tamala and Dr. Mary. The view of the couple in the photograph was only from the neck up but she could plainly see Miss Tamala and Dr. Mary in a cheek to cheek, smiling and happy pose as though they were sisters ... or lovers.

It seemed like a very long time before Suckle heard the sound of high heel shoes coming up behind her again. Yet, she did exactly as she was instructed and kept her position facing the wall. She was having a hard time standing so erect and at attention but nevertheless she didn't move an inch. While Suckle was holding her position, it gave her a little time to reflect on what was taking place in her life. She was thinking of how intimidated she was in the presence of these two beautiful demanding women. She was trying to recall what she had come to this city for in the first place. She tried to remember her interview with Miss Tamala and the career as an attorney she so very much wanted. Yet none of that seemed important now. Here she was, her blouse hanging from her shoulders, her bra cut in two and also hanging from her shoulders and her breasts hanging bare for anyone to see. Her hand and nipples hurt from the abuse they had received at the hands of Miss Tamala and Dr. Mary. And still she felt a sense of fear mixed with lustful excitement at being at this place.

As the sound of the high heel shoes approached closer and closer to Suckle she began to tremble with trepidation again. Then she felt the very cold steel of a metal collar being placed around her neck. Suckle let her eyes drift downward to see the rich wide chrome chain link collar that had been placed there. She felt something very cold touching the bare skin part of her shoulder that was exposed. Suckle realized it was some sort of chain as she felt it being attached to a steel link on the front of the collar.

"Turn around whore," she heard the stern voice of Miss Tamala.

"Yes Mistress," replied Suckle to voice she recognized as belonging to Miss Tamala. As she turned, Suckle was flabbergasted at what she saw. She was now face to face with Miss Tamala who held in her hand a long chrome chain that was attached to the link in the collar around her neck. But Miss Tamala's appearance had totally changed. Miss Tamala's hair was no longer in the bun style it had been earlier. The jet black hair now hung down loosely to her neckline. Her face was, as always, perfectly made up. Her rich full lips had a new application of an orange colored lipstick. Miss Tamala had changed into a negligee type of gown. It was also a soft orange color and was almost transparent. It was also sleeveless with very deep cleavage and narrow bands of material running from her shoulders to her waist in a v-shape ending in the center of her torso. There was no bra and the silky soft material had a very hard time containing those beautiful dark breasts of Miss Tamala and seemed as though they were on the verge of 'spilling out at any moment.' The darker brown nipples of Miss Tamala's breasts were clearly visible as they made pointed peaks in the soft material. The gown only had three decorative buttons. They started far below the breast line, the second was about at belly button level, and the last button ended at just above Miss Tamala's loins. The negligee gown ended just above Miss Tamala's ankles. There were very wide slits on the side of the gown that ran from her ankles to her waist.

Suckle stood in awe at the beauty of this African American woman. There was rich dark brown flesh everywhere ...her beautiful face, her large firm breasts ... the thickness of Miss Tamala's thighs were clearly visible with just the slightest movement ... the dark muscular calves of her legs played a game of peek-a-boo with Suckle's eyes through the slits in the gown.

Suckle again felt insignificant in front of this beautiful taller mature woman as she looked up at her face. She had the urge to kneel as a way of paying homage or tribute to Miss Tamala as she imagined someone of 'lower status' would to a Goddess. Instead she felt the chain of her choker metal collar pull her face closer to Miss Tamala.

"Look at you, you fucking whore," Miss Tamala said to Suckle in a condescending tone of voice, "you still have all of Dr. Mary pussy juices on your ugly face."

The words 'whore' and 'ugly' had an intense effect on Suckle's mind. She didn't have much more doubt in her mind that she really must be a 'whore.' After all she thought to herself "how many girls suck another woman's pussy like I did?" But the work 'ugly' was a new description that Miss Tamala was using to portray her. Everyone in the past paid her compliments and told her how pretty she was. She even had offers to do some modeling. "But," she was thinking to herself again, "I must be really ugly if Mistress Tamala sees me that way. Look at how beautiful she is, so I must be ugly compared to her."

Suckle saw Miss Tamala's free hand coming up to her face. She saw the long and beautiful brown fingers with the manicured finger nails moving toward her face cheeks. Then she felt the finger of Miss Tamala scraping all the pussy juices on her face cheeks and push them all in the direction of her mouth.

It took a few seconds for Miss Tamala to gather up all the left over and abundant pussy juices of Dr. Mary from the cheeks and face of Suckle down toward her mouth. When she was satisfied with her effort she looked directly into the eyes of Suckle.

"Open," she said to Suckle. Without a bit of hesitation Suckle opened her mouth. Miss Tamala, with her long finger pushed the juices over Suckle's parted lips and into her mouth.

"Now close your mouth but don't swallow until I tell you too. I want you to run your tongue all around your mouth and all over your teeth. Let the nectar of Dr. Mary's pussy fill your taste buds. Savor the taste you fucking nitwit," Miss Tamala said feeling the rush of excitement flash through her body at the power she had to freely abuse and degrade this white bitch.

Suckle did as she was told. There was a large quantity of vaginal juices in her mouth and they were becoming somewhat sticky from being open to the elements on her face for some length of time but she managed it and even felt a tingle of excitement as she thought of how depraved this act would seem to the average person. Yet she couldn't deny the excited sexual feeling running throughout her subservient mind and body as she obeyed and degraded herself for the pleasure of her Mistress.

Miss Tamala watched Suckle closely. She watched every movement of Suckle's mouth. She saw her face cheeks move in and out and the protrusion of Suckle's lips as she ran her tongue over her upper teeth and then her bottom teeth. The more Miss Tamala watched Suckle obey her every order the more apparent it became to her that Suckle was becoming hers body and soul. She was getting Suckle to the point that she would do anything ... anything at all if she thought it would somehow please her Mistress and bring pleasure to her.

Miss Tamala was so engrossed in observing the obedience of Suckle she didn't hear Dr. Mary walk in the foyer and stand in back of her.

"Stop," Miss Tamala said to Suckle, "open that filthy mouth of yours and let me see how you are doing."

Suckle opened her mouth as wide as she possibly could as though she was attempting to show Miss Tamala how obedient she was. In her own mind Suckle thought that the faster and wider she opened her mouth in this almost perverse manner, it would demonstrate her total devotion and would please her Mistress.

"Good," Miss Tamala said. "You did a good job of spreading all of Dr. Mary's cum juices around your mouth. Now tip your head backward and swallow all of it."

Suckle felt proud at the 'good' compliment Miss Tamala gave her. She immediately tipped her head backward and swallowed. She knew Miss Tamala liked to not only watch her swallow but also liked to hear her so she made an audible gulping sound as she swallowed. When all of the liquid mixture had disappeared down her throat, she ran her tongue over her lips just because she thought this action would please Miss Tamala ... and she was right.

"Ha, ha, ha," Miss Tamala was laughing at this voluntary act of Suckle running her tongue over her lips retrieving the last of the sticky substance that was there as though it was cotton candy that had stuck to her lips. "Don't worry you little motherfucker," she said to Suckle, "there's a lot more where that came from."

Dr. Mary had been watching her protégé and Suckle. She walked over closer to Miss Tamala to make her presence known. "My, you look beautiful sweetheart," she said to Miss Tamala. "You look absolutely yummy in orange. It contrasts with your beautiful skin perfectly."

"Oh, thank you darling," Miss Tamala replied to Dr. Mary. "Looks like you are prepared to give our whore her physical examination."

Dr. Mary had changed into a 'scrub' type of hospital clothing. She wore a v-neck top that was sleeveless and had been altered to end at just below her ample breasts where there was a drawstring. The drawstring was pulled tight making the front of the top bulge out from the size of her large and firm breasts. There wasn't any doubt that Dr. Mary was not wearing a bra as you could distinctly see the jutting out of her large nipples. She also wore a 'modified' pair of 'scrub' pants. They were tight fitting; however, they had been cut-off high on the legs. This gave anyone who saw her, an excellent view of her muscular dark thighs and, of course, the prominent ass that Dr. Mary was so proud of.

Suckle saw Dr. Mary and Miss Tamala exchange a lip to lip kiss to go along with their exchange of compliments of one another.

"Shall we go down to the examination room darling?" Dr. Mary asked Miss Tamala.

"By all means doctor," Miss Tamala answered emphasizing the word 'doctor' as though she knew something about what was about to take place in the examination room. "Take your shoes off whore," she said to Suckle.

"Yes Mistress," Suckle answered. Suckle's eyes were large with apprehension after seeing Dr. Mary in the hospital clothing and hearing the conversation about a 'physical examination.' Yet as soon as she heard the stern voice of Miss Tamala, she snapped back into her obedience mode that was now becoming ingrained in her mind and took her shoes off.

"Pick up your shoes and carry them with you," Miss Tamala ordered Suckle. When Suckle had her shoes in her hands Miss Tamala gave a hard pull on the chain attached to Suckle's choker chain collar that had the effect of tightening the metal collar around Suckle's neck, biting into the skin for just a moment in order to cause a sharp instant of pain. "Now pay attention bitch," Miss Tamala continued speaking to Suckle, "I never want to have to waste my breath on a dumb bastard like you, so whenever I pull on your chain you will recognize it as a signal to follow, do you understand?" Miss Tamala again pulled on the chain even harder than the first time to emphasize her instructions.

"Ahh ... ahh ... yes, Mistress Tamala," answered Suckle obviously feeling the bite of the metal collar links on the skin of her neck.

Dr. Mary watched the beginning phases of the training of Suckle with a very large smile on her face. It was clear that she thoroughly enjoyed seeing Miss Tamala in action. It was even more obvious that she enjoyed watching the expressions of pain on Suckle's face and was deriving some sort of sexual satisfaction from it because she had her one hand down the front of her scrub shorts. From the movement of this hand it was pretty clear that she was stimulating herself.

The procession started down the hallway toward the basement door. Miss Tamala in her beautiful negligee-like gown walking as though she was a model walking down a runway with her very shapely ass moving in an up and down motion, Dr. Mary in her 'modified' hospital type scrub clothing, her prominent ass swaying back and forth, and Suckle in her opened blouse and pieces of her bra hanging from her shoulders ... her bare breasts bouncing up and down as she walked and her new addition ... a wide steel choker chain collar around her neck attached to another chain being held by her Mistress.

For a moment the old thoughts of doubt were flashing through Suckle's mind. This thought process was brought on by fear ... fear of the unknown. She didn't understand what was happening to her. For a moment she wished she was home ... home safe in her dorm room at college ... or maybe somewhere safe with David, her fiancé. But as she watched the model-like walk of Miss Tamala, and the prominent and swaying ass of Dr. Mary she began to recall sucking both of their pussies. The more she thought of this, the more she could swear she could smell their scent ... the scent that got her aroused. She felt her nipples getting hard again, the little twitches of excitement in her stomach muscles leading down into her vagina area. Even the steel choker chain collar around her neck was having the effect of confirming her submissive personality as she was being led behind this two beautiful and mysterious African American woman ... "led to where?" she thought to herself. Then her mind felt like it was spinning again but this time the 'old thoughts' weren't prevalent anymore. "Listen, listen, listen ... obey, obey, obey ..." she was thinking now. "I want to suck ... I want to suck ... ass licker ... ass licker ..." The words that Miss Tamala had repeatedly planted in Suckle's mind by repetition were taking over her thought processes. Now Suckle was reaching new heights of sexual arousal and that large lustful and involuntary smile appeared on her face again as she followed her Mistress and Ma'am Dr. Mary to wherever they were taking her.

As the trio reached the vicinity of the door in the hallway leading to the basement, Miss Tamala stopped for a minute. "Piglet," Miss Tamala yelled in the direction of the kitchen.

"Yes Mistress Tamala," answered Piglet as she immediately appeared in front of Miss Tamala and Dr. Mary. Piglet had also changed into her prescribed dress for the day. She had a transparent spandex type of very short briefs on. They were very tight fitting and ended at just below her crotch area. However, the entire crotch area had been cut away completely exposing her vagina. On the top part of her body she wore another modified type of transparent bra made of the same material. There wasn't any fabric in the 'cup' area of the bra. There were only bands of tightly fitting spandex material that ran around the very base of her breasts. This type of 'bra' made Piglet's breasts jut outward in a distorted cone shape from her chest. Her nipples appeared to extend out even further with her breasts constrained so tightly in this fashion. Each of her nipples had a chrome ring in them. Each ring had a hook from which an ornament in the shape of a small African bongo drum was hanging. One bongo drum had the name 'Mistress Mary' clearly inscribed on it and the other was inscribed with the name 'Mistress Tamala'.

Suckle stared at Piglet. She had never seen or even imagined any one being 'dressed' in this way. She was equally amazed at the Piglet's distorted and bulging breasts with the ornaments attached to them. But when she let her eyes look downward, what even startled Suckle more was the stretched out lips of Piglets outer vulva lips. She had never imagined that a female's genitals could be stretched out to hang this far down. She didn't get too much time to observe anything else when she heard Mistress Tamala's voice.

"Bring a card board box and a two large glasses of ice tea with lemon to Dr. Mary's laboratory," Miss Talama ordered Piglet. "And also bring your plastic urinal with you." Miss Tamala pulled sharply and hard on Suckle's choker chain without saying another word. Suckle remembered Miss Tamala's instructions and with a little 'ahh' sound coming from her mouth from the pain caused by the tightening of her collar she immediately obeyed the pulling of the chain by following her Mistress and Dr. Mary.

As the trio descended the stairs into the basement a whole new set of fears arose in Suckle's mind. The cinder block walls gave the basement a gloomy atmosphere and unlike the first floor of the house the basement was damp. It appeared to Suckle as a place that someone might go and disappear and never be seen again. Even the thought of death entered her mind and between the dampness of the air and the fear she was feeling within her mind she was again visibly shaking.

Miss Tamala led Suckle by her collar and chain down to the far end of the basement following Dr. Mary. This was Dr. Mary's half of the basement. Dr. Mary unlocked the entry door, opened the door wide and entered the room where she turned the lights on. Immediately the florescent lighting flashed on in its bluish tinted brightness and was almost blinding after coming out of the more dimly lit rest of the basement. Suckle felt the bite of the choker chain sink into the skin around her neck. "Move and follow," her brain told her in response to the signal her Mistress had sent her by 'pulling her chain.' And like the very obedient little bitch she was becoming she followed Miss Tamala into Dr. Mary's brightly lit room.

Suckle stared in astonishment as her eyes adjusted to the light in the room. It appeared as though she had just entered some sort of medical facility. The walls appeared to be made of stainless steel and there was a very large examination table in the center of the room. It had a very high intensity circular and adjustable light above it as though this examination table could also be used to perform surgery. The examination table also had many attachments and moving parts. At almost the end of the table were a pair of stainless steel stirrups and Suckle knew from past experience what these stirrups were used for.

Miss Tamala watched the worried look on Suckle's face. Her mind flashed back to the first time she and Dr. Mary had Piglet in this room for her first physical examination. That day seemed like so long ago and yet she remembered how exciting it was. The excitement and ecstasy of that day long ago ended with her and Dr. Mary making intensive love on the floor with Piglet still on the examination table sobbing in a mixture of pain and pleasure from her very first physical exam by Dr. Mary. As Miss Tamala was thinking of the first time with Piglet she felt the pent up desire in her vagina that had been building all day. Many times during this day she had felt the urge to grab Suckle's head and push it between her legs. Many times during this day she wanted so desperately to feel Suckle's novice tongue lapping away at her slit, her vagina lips and finally teaching her how to suck on her clit like a baby would suck on a pacifier. As she watched the trembling and worried Suckle she knew it would not be long now and she would be able to release and satisfy all these repressed desires that was making her pussy throb with need.

"Bring the bitch over here," Dr. Mary said to Miss Tamala pointing to a corner in the room. Miss Tamala pulled on Suckle's choker chain and led her over to the place designated by Dr. Mary. When Suckle was in place, Dr. Mary wheeled over a stainless steel medical cart that had a large amount of what seemed to Suckle as medical instruments on it. She placed the cart in front of Suckle so she would have a clear view of it. Then Dr. Mary looked directly into the face of Suckle to see what kind of effect the medical cart was having on her. She smiled as she saw Suckle begin to shake even more with fear.

Dr. Mary walked over and grabbed Suckle's nipples between her finger and thumb and squeezed tightly pulling them outward and shaking them violently up and down.

"Ouch, ouch, ouch, ouch," Suckle began to moan in short spurts of apparent pain.

"What are you afraid of ass licker," Dr. Mary said to Suckle as she was moaning out loud. "Miss Tamala and I are just going to have some fun with you. You want us to have fun, don't you?"

"Oh, oh, ouch ... ye ... yes ma'am," Suckle answered in little sobs.

"Well you stupid bitch, tell us you want us to have fun with you," Dr. Mary told Suckle as she eased off somewhat on the shaking of her breasts by the nipples.

"Ahh, oh, ... yes ma'am," replied Suckle. "I ... I," Suckle started to answer, and then paused for a moment to try to remember how Miss Tamala had taught her to answer these types of questions. "This ... this stupid bitch wants Mistress Tamala and Dr. Mary have to have fun with her," Suckle continued.

Miss Tamala got a big smile on her face with Suckle's answer. She was very pleased to see her efforts in the training of Suckle were taking effect. However she watched as Dr. Mary raised her hand high above her head and slapped Suckle very hard in the face. Dr. Mary, Miss Tamala knew, was never one to go easy when she was in a disciplining mood. The hard slap snapped Suckle's face to one side and it was only a second before her eyes began to fill with tears.

"From this moment on you with always address me as Madame Doctor Mercy. You Suckle, the idiot whore, must always show the deepest respect and reverence for my position. Do you know Madame Doctor Mercy has a medical degree with a master's degree in psychiatry?" Dr. Mary yelled in the face of Suckle putting an emphasis on the words 'Madame Doctor Mercy.' Dr. Mary had purposely used her last name because she enjoyed the stimulation she felt in her loins when she heard the sound of Suckle's voice asking 'Mercy' for forgiveness after she had disciplined her.

"I … I'm ... Suckle is sorry ... Madame Doctor Mercy," Suckle answered correcting herself faster this time in referring to herself in the third person.

Miss Tamala walked over to Suckle and began petting her head back and forth ... the 'poor' puppy modus operandi again.

"Dr. Mary," Miss Tamala started explaining to Dr. Mary in a soft voice while continuously petting Suckle, "I guess I should have told you that Suckle isn't very smart. As a matter of fact Suckle is one of the 'dumbest white bitches' I have ever come across. I even had to tell the 'nitwit' how to use her tongue on my pussy and show her where my clit was," Miss Tamala continued using a tone of voice that seemed to be showing concern for Suckle while it was really meant to instill and reinforced Suckle's stupidity in her thought processes.

This mind control procedure was used to keep Suckle unsuspecting and confused. Dr. Mary and Miss Tamala had perfected their technique on Piglet to the point where it was almost like second nature to them now. Slowly the last little remnants of Suckle's past self confidence and self respect were disappearing from her mentality.

Piglet walked into the laboratory with the ice tea, card board box and plastic urinal that Miss Tamala had ordered. She was holding the two glasses of ice tea on a serving tray with one hand while the other hand held the card board box and plastic urinal.

"Put the card board box over here in front of your sister whore Suckle," Miss Tamala ordered Piglet. "Put the serving tray and the urinal on the table and then get in your holding position and wait," Miss Tamala continued instructing Piglet.

"Yes Mistress Tamala," obeyed Piglet.

Dr. Mary picked up a large pair of scissors and walked behind Suckle. "Bend your head forward fuck head," Dr. Mary told Suckle. "Throw your shoes in the card board box in front of you," she continued.

"Yes Madame Doctor Mercy," answered Suckle remembering to address Dr. Mary in the 'respectful' way she had been instructed to.

Suckle felt Dr. Mary removing her choker collar. When the collar was removed, Suckle felt cold metal on the back of her neck. She then heard the sound of scissors cutting and the feel of the cold metal blades of the scissors as they went down her back, through the back of her blouse, through the straps of the back of her bra and stop when the cold metal blades reached the back of her waist. Dr. Mary then cut up both of her sleeves toward her neck until the tattered and cut blouse and bra fell on the floor. Suckle was now completely bare down to the waist. Her face turned a complete shade of red as she realized what had just taken place and that her back, breasts, nipples and chest were completely exposed to everyone in the room.

Next Suckle felt the cold metal blades again start at the back of her waist and begin cutting down through her skirt and her panties until they both fell to the floor. Suckle was naked as a baby with heaps of cut up clothing around her ankles. These were some of the newest and best clothes she owned ... the same clothes she had taken so much care to dress in this morning in order to impress Miss Tamala on her first day of orientation. More importantly Suckle was completely naked for the very first time in front of her beautifully clothed Mistress Tamala and medical-like clothed Madame Doctor Mercy.

"Bend down and pick up your worthless clothes and throw them in the box with your shoes motherfucker," Miss Tamala said to Suckle in a tone of voice that didn't leave any doubt that it was a distinct order.

"Yes Mistress Tamala," answered Suckle as she did as she was told.

After Suckle had thrown her clothes in the card board box, she again straightened up.

"Piglet, take this box with Suckle's things and throw them in the garbage. She won't have any need for them any more," Miss Tamala told Piglet. "And then get back to work doing the laundry you brainless pig."

"Yes Mistress Tamala," answered Piglet as she picked up the box with its contents and left the room.

Miss Tamala reached down with her dark beautifully manicured hand and ran it through Suckle's pubic hair. "Oh look," she said to Dr. Mary, "Suckle has a thick mat of hair here. But it is the same shade of brown as her head. I think I would rather have it bright red."

Dr. Mary walked in front of Suckle and her wonderfully manicured hand joined Miss Tamala's hand as they examined Suckle's pubic hair. "Yes, I see that," answered Dr. Mary. "No problem, we can dye it red. She also needs a trim down here too, especially around the pussy lips," Dr. Mary continued as her fingers dropped down to separate the Suckle's vagina lips.

"How are her pussy lips doctor?" Miss Tamala asked Dr. Mary.

"Very tight but they are thicker than Piglet's were," Dr. Mary answered as she grabbed first one of Suckle's vagina lips and pulled on it and then did the same to the other vagina lip as she seem to be testing them for flexibility. "I got Piglet's to hang down a good two inches. I think I may have to do a little cutting but with 'weight' training I think we can get them to hang more. I'd say we go for four inches," Dr. Mary continued talking to Miss Tamala.

"Ha, ha, ha," Miss Tamala laughed as she looked into the eyes of the scared and naked Suckle. "How would Suckle like to have the longest pussy lips in the world?" she said to Suckle.

"I ... I ... Suckle ... Suckle would ...," Suckle just couldn't finish. After listening to this last conversation between Miss Tamala and Dr. Mary describing her 'private' parts and the 'modifications' they were planning for them, her imagination was running wild. Moreover, she just didn't know how to answer that question. She knew how she was supposed to answer but she was afraid of what she might be agreeing to ... as though she had any choice.

"I, I, Suckle, Suckle," Miss Tamala was mocking and taunting Suckle and mimicking her voice. "You're so fucking dumb you can't even answer a simple question. I have to put the words in your mouth for you because you are too stupid to figure it out, don't I slut?" Miss Tamala continued. Watching the uncomprehending expression on Suckle's face was turning Miss Tamala on again. This type of discipline, the insulting, name calling, the use of 'vulgar' language, and the brain washing of her bitch made her get so wet she actually could feel the dampness on her upper thighs. "Look what your ugly face does to me bitch," Miss Tamala continued talking to Suckle as she reached over and took Suckle's hand. She led Suckle's hand to her own pussy which was soaking wet.

As soon as Suckle's fingers touched the wetness of Miss Tamala's pussy she breathed in a deep and audible breath. "Ooohhhhhh, oooohhhhhhh," the sounds of passion automatically came from Suckle's mouth as she sucked in air deeply. As soon as Dr. Mary heard the deep breathing of Suckle, the audible grasps of excitement and the glassy appearance of her eyes, she reached over and started to squeeze Suckle's breasts and pull at her already hardening nipples. She knew Suckle was reaching such a high state of arousal that she would do anything she was ordered to do or perform any sexual act she was told to perform while at this peak. And so did Miss Tamala.

Miss Tamala reached over and ran her finger along Suckle's pussy slit letting her long and polished finger nail scrape and dig in the vagina lips. But when Suckle tried to slowly move her hips downward, so slowly that she thought Miss Tamala wouldn't notice, Miss Tamala, knowing what Suckle was attempting to do, would adjust her finger so it wouldn't go inside but would rather just tease the outside of her vagina lips.

Dr. Mary knew Miss Tamala was in need of an orgasm. She herself was again getting 'horny' with all this activity but she had already had the pleasure of the use of Suckle's head, mouth and tongue earlier on the front porch so she decided to let Miss Tamala have the pleasure of using Suckle this time.

"Why don't you get your cock stud darling," Dr. Mary said to Miss Tamala, "it's over there in the drawer," Dr. Mary continued speaking to Miss Tamala while pointing to another medical cabinet in corner of the room. "Let's decorate this white bitch with her first ornament."

"Oh baby," answered Miss Tamala in a very excited voice, "now you're talking turkey doctor." Miss Tamala went over to the cabinet and came back to Dr. Mary carrying a very small box that fit into the palm of her hand. It was the type of box used for carrying some type of precious jewel. She handed to box to Dr. Mary.

Dr. Mary opened the box and showed the contents to Suckle by holding it in front of her face. "See Suckle the whore," she said, "this little tongue stud will made you more useful to your Mistress's. When you learn to use it correctly you will have the potential of becoming an excellent pussy and ass licker. That's what you want, isn't it dummy?" Dr. Mary kept talking to Suckle in a tone of voice that was more subtle and instructional.

Suckle stared at the little polished sterling silver gadget in the box. It was only a quarter of an inch in size and the top part of the gadget was a perfect replica of a penis that protruded upward from the base of the two piece stud. The 'penis' part was a full inch in height from the base to the top which ended in a perfectly molded cock head.

"I ... I ...," Suckle tried to answer Dr. Mary's question but her voice was stammering and failing her. Suckle had never heard of a 'tongue stud' before let alone seen one, but she had a vision in her mind of what it might be used for and this vision brought a new round of fright mixed with excitement to her.

Dr. Mary didn't wait for an answer. Instead she went over to another part of the room and wheeled back what appeared to be a small stainless steel chair. It was two feet in height and had a padded adjustable reclining back. Along the one side of the chair was an electronic console with switches and dials on it. On the seat part of the chair was another perfect carbon copy of a large black penis made of ridged rubber. This carbon copy of a penis was so perfectly molded to the chair that it gave the appearance of being all one unit. The black rubber penis was eight inches in height and had a circumference of at least three inches. Suckle had never seen a penis so large and the black color of the rubber material even made it more foreboding.

Dr. Mary wheeled the chair in front of Suckle so she would have an excellent view of it. She liked to give Suckle an idea of what was about to happen to her. The fearful expression she saw on one of the bitches faces always brought about a special delightful arousal deep in Dr. Mary's vagina. After Dr. Mary was satisfied that Suckle had a good look at this 'special' chair and the larger than life rubber penis, she pushed the chair behind Suckle.

Miss Tamala, who was still teasing Suckle's outer pussy lips to keep her in a state of arousal, was also watching Dr. Mary and her interaction with Suckle. She knew Dr. Mary's special idiosyncrasies and always delighted at the extent to which she could use her imagination. She had seen Dr. Mary use this 'special chair' on Piglet so she was smiling at thought of what was in store for Suckle.

When the chair was lined up behind Suckle's posterior, Dr. Mary again walked in front of the naked Suckle, picked up a pair of surgical rubber gloves from the top of the medical cart and handed them to Suckle.

"All right you ugly fucking whore," Dr. Mary said to Suckle, "you may put my gloves on my hands." Dr. Mary held her arms and hands in the position a surgeon would while preparing for surgery only inches from Suckle's face.

"Yes Madame Doctor Mercy," answered Suckle in a barely audible voice.

Dr. Mary stared at Suckle through her thin framed glasses. She saw the red marks and the outline of her fingers still on Suckle's face cheek from the hard slap she had given her earlier. She saw the moistness from the tears that had swelled up in Suckle's eyes still there. She knew Suckle was very frightened. But there was that strange look of yearning on Suckle's face also from the continuous teasing of Miss Tamala's fingers.

Dr. Mary had a smile of wickedness on her face. "It is so thrilling and so much fun making this bastard her self assist me in my preparations to abuse her," she was thinking to herself as Suckle carefully pulled the gloves over her dark brown hands. Dr. Mary's sadistic temperament was causing that familiar twitching between her legs and a few times she rubbed her thighs together to keep her arousal in check.

After the rubber gloves were in place on Dr. Mary's hands, she again began to direct Suckle. "Hold your arms straight out from your shoulders," she told Suckle.

"Yes Madame Doctor Mercy," Suckle answered as she complied with Dr. Mary's instructions.

Dr. Mary moved behind Suckle and asked Miss Tamala to stand in front of Suckle and hold her hands. Miss Tamala held Suckle's hands tightly looking directly into Suckle's eyes while smiling at her.

"Sit down slowly bitch," Dr. Mary ordered Suckle. As soon as Suckle's knees began to bend to comply, Dr. Mary reached down to spread the cheeks of Suckle's ass while lining up the large black rubber penis with Suckle's vagina. Miss Tamala assisted Dr. Mary by guiding Suckle down holding onto her hands from the extended arms. When Suckle's vagina was two inches from the head of the rubber penis, she heard the loud voice of Dr. Mary yell 'stop!' Suckle held her position, legs bend in an almost sitting position.

Dr. Mary reached for a large jar of a greasy substance that appeared to be petroleum jelly. She unscrewed the top and was about to reach in the jar to retrieve the greasy substance but abruptly stopped. Instead, she walked around to the front of Suckle and whispered something into Miss Tamala's ear. Immediately Miss Tamala started to smile and laugh out loud.

"Oh yes, darling doctor," that is a great idea and would indeed be a wonderful present to me," Miss Tamala told Dr. Mary in a buoyant tone of voice.

"Just something I thought I would like to do for you sweetheart," Dr. Mary answered Miss Tamala while going back behind Suckle.

Suckle was very frightened because she knew from her recent past experiences when Miss Tamala got that large sexy smile on her face and when she laughed the way she was laughing now it usually meant something was about to happen to her.

Dr. Mary rested her rubber gloved hands on Suckle's shoulders. She smiled at Miss Tamala. "For you baby," she said to the smiling Miss Tamala.

"Down bastard," she shouted at Suckle while pushing violently down on Suckle's shoulders.

"Eeeeeeee ... ooohhhhhhhh ... oh, oh, oh ... aaaaahhhhhhhhhhh ..." Suckle was screaming louder then she had ever screamed in her life. The large black rubber penis that had been lined up with her vagina suddenly disappeared inside her pussy. She felt like she was completely impaled and her vagina felt like it was about to split into two if it already had not. Even her stomach seemed to bulge outward from the largeness and thickness of the rubber penis.

"Ha, ha, ha," Dr. Mary and Miss Tamala were laughing at Suckle out loud, their laughter mixed with Suckle screams.

"The bitch got it all in her cunt dry," Dr. Mary said to Miss Tamala. "That's my present for you baby," she again said to Miss Tamala. Dr. Mary was referring to the fact that she had decided to make Suckle take the complete rubber penis inside her pussy all at once and without the benefit of any type of lubricant.

"Wonderful, beautiful ... thank you, thank you darling," Miss Tamala told Dr. Mary. "I love it ... it was wonderful."

"Ohhh ... ah, ah, ah," came the very rapid and short screams from Suckle's lips as she tried desperately to catch her breath. She made a slight attempt to rise up from the chair seat but Dr. Mary held her down by her shoulders.

"Don't you fucking dare try to get up, you dumb fucking slut," Dr. Mary yelled at Suckle.

"Ye ... yes ... yes Madame Doctor Mercy," answered Suckle between the little sounds of anguish that she emitted from her sobbing voice. She was trying to get used to the 'stuffed' feeling between her legs. Dr. Mary took her hands off of Suckle's shoulders and stepped to the side of the 'special' chair with all the dials and switches. She turned one of the dials and Suckle felt the rubber penis that was rammed deep in her pussy begin to get warm. Dr. Mary had turned the heating elements in the rubber penis on and was monitoring the temperature.

When Dr. Mary felt it was warm enough, she shut the heat off and flipped another switch to the 'on' position.

Suckle, along with the now warmed up rubber penis, began to feel it move in her pussy. The warmth and new vibrating movement made Suckle's natural lubricants start to flow easing the pain that Suckle had felt when the penis was first rammed into her. Although tears were still flowing freely down her face cheeks she was trying in her own mind, to gain some kind of control over the multitude of emotions running through her body. First came the terrible and sudden pain and now this 'overstuffed' feeling of movement deep in her pussy. Even Suckle's ass felt like it was spread as wide as it could possible go.

Miss Tamala sensed that Suckle was confused from the mixture of pain and the new beginnings of excitement in her pussy. She let go of Suckle's hands and started to squeeze Suckle's breasts and then rub the palms of her hands around Suckle's nipples.

"Little dirty whore Suckle got big toy prick in her pussy," Miss Tamala began to speak to Suckle in a soft motherly tone of voice as though she was a mother trying to soothe her baby.

"Ye ... yes, Mistress Tamala," answered Suckle in a low sobbing voice.

"Little dirty whore Suckle likes big toy prick in her pussy, doesn't she?" Miss Tamala kept talking to Suckle in the same fashion while picking up the pace of the squeezing of her breasts and rubbing of her nipples.

"Yes Mistress Tamala," answered Miss Tamala in a little girl tone of voice that seemed to come naturally to Suckle as she responded to the motherly tone of Miss Tamala's voice.

Dr. Mary also was watching the arousal of Suckle. She knew Miss Tamala was making Suckle's sexual senses awaken all over again with her manipulations of Suckle's breasts and the 'motherly' way she was speaking to her. Dr. Mary turned another dial. This started a new movement of the large rubber penis in Suckle's pussy. It was now not only warm and moving in a slow vibrating movement but was moving very slowly up and down. This new 'up and down' motion made Suckle feel as though the very large black penis that filled her completely and stretched her vagina lips to their capacity was beginning to fuck her as though it had a mind of its own.

Miss Tamala heard the little moan of pleasure come involuntarily from Suckle's mouth as she felt this new movement of the rubber penis.

"Tell Mistress Tamala what little dirty whore Suckle likes," she prodded Suckle in the same soothing motherly voice. Miss Tamala sounded just like a mother trying to get her baby girl to admit to something 'bad' she had done.

As soon as Miss Tamala ended this last direction to Suckle, Dr. Mary turned the speed of the rubber penis up so it was now vibrating faster and moving up and down faster. She watched as Suckle's face changed its expression from fear and bewilderment to a lustful smile. Both Dr. Mary and Miss Tamala knew they were getting Suckle to the state of arousal that they wanted her.

"Little ... little dirty ugly whore Suckle likes big fat toy prick in her pussy," Suckle said to Miss Tamala again mimicking a little girl answering her mother.

Miss Tamala and Dr. Mary exchanged big smiles. They could tell the way Suckle added the self-degrading words 'ugly' and 'fat' on her own in her answer to Miss Tamala that she was highly aroused and sexually pliable to what they were going to do to her next.

Dr. Mary picked up a latex skull cap from the medical cart, walked behind the sexually aroused Suckle and gathered up all her long brown hair and tucked into the skull cap as she covered Suckle's head with it. When she had finished, all that was visible of Suckle's head was the latex skull cap and her face. Suckle was sexually in another world by now and she didn't even slightly resist Dr. Mary.

"Think the bitch is ready darling doctor," Miss Tamala asked Dr. Mary.

"Oh yeah," answered Dr. Mary as she was busy moving the medical instruments she wanted front and center on the medical cart. "Just keep the little fucker hot," she told Miss Tamala.

"My pleasure doctor," answered Miss Tamala as she stepped to the side of Suckle's 'special' chair in order to let Dr. Mary get in front of Suckle. Miss Tamala kept manipulating Suckle's breasts as she began to give the sexually charged Suckle directions again.

"Now little dirty whore Suckle," Miss Tamala began, "bend your head backward and open up your pig mouth and stick out your tongue for the good Doctor Mercy."

Suckle didn't even answer. She just did exactly as she was told to do by Miss Tamala. Suckle's compliance was immediate as her submissive personality was spurred on by the degrading words of Miss Tamala. She opened her mouth wide ... so wide that it seemed as though she was really trying to demonstrate to her Mistress what a good obedient bitch she was by doing even more than she was told to do.

Dr. Mary moved rapidly as she grabbed Suckle's tongue with a 'gripper' instrument that looked like a pliers. She pulled Suckle's tongue out as far as she could and with the other hand, immediately applied a long clamp that captured and squeezed Suckle's tongue, top and bottom, at the very base. The clamp fit across Suckle's entire face so it would not move and Suckle's tongue would stay in this stretched out position as long as the clamp was in place.

Strangely enough Suckle again didn't resist. This surprised Miss Tamala and Dr. Mary somewhat because they expected some resistance from Suckle when she was put in this most uncomfortable position.

"The fucking bitch must be somewhere in outer space with ecstasy from the movements of the dildo in her cunt," Dr. Mary said laughingly to Miss Tamala. "See how hard her nipples are?" she continued talking to Miss Tamala in her doctor tone of voice.

"Yeah, this white bitch is hot one all right," answered Miss Tamala.

Dr. Mary reached over to the medical cart and picked up another instrument that resembled a 'leather punch' pair of pliers. It was very pointed at the tip and tapered upward wider and wider. Dr. Mary set the instrument an inch inward on Suckle's tongue. Suckle's tongue was now in between the top and bottom of the instrument. Then Dr. Mary squeezed until the pointed tip sunk into the soft tissue of Suckle's tongue and went all the way through to the other end.

Suckle screamed as loud and as much as she could with her mouth in this position. Dr. Mary held the instrument closed as Suckle wiggled and moaned.

"Yeah little whore, go ahead and scream for me," Dr. Mary said to Suckle. It was very obvious that Dr. Mary was enjoying this procedure. "Set the penis dials 'off' and hand me the stud," Dr. Mary said to Miss Tamala.

Miss Tamala let go of Suckle's breasts, turned the dial on the electronic console controlling the movement of the rubber penis inside of Suckle's pussy to off, retrieved the tongue stud from the medical cart and handed it to Dr. Mary. Dr. Mary unscrewed the top of the penis stud from the bottom retainer part. She removed the medical punch instrument from Suckle's tongue and examined the hole it had left in the tongue tissue. When she was satisfied with her handiwork, she put the penis top part of the stud through the hole in Suckle's tongue and screwed it into the bottom retainer part of the stud.

"Calm down, calm down," Dr. Mary said to Suckle. "You should be proud to be decorated with a gift that I bought for your Mistress Tamala."

Miss Tamala bent over to get a better view of the stud in Suckle's tongue. "Oh shit, that is beautiful ... it's even longer than I thought it was when it was in the jewel box," Miss Tamala said to Dr. Mary.

Dr. Mary gave Suckle a few minutes to regain her composure somewhat and then removed the clamp. Miss Tamala removed the latex skull cap from Suckle's head and Suckle's rich brown hair fell down to her shoulders.

Suckle tried to pull her tongue back into her mouth but the inch long protruding penis top was very hard to get over her top lip. When she did finally get her tongue back into her mouth she found she couldn't close her mouth because the penis top of the stud struck the roof of her mouth.

Dr. Mary and Miss Tamala were watching Suckle's reaction to her first ornament. They were amused watching her try to maneuver her tongue.

"Let your tongue hang out of your mouth stupid," Dr. Mary told Suckle. "Let the 'cock' tip rest against your upper lip," she laughed at Suckle.

"Yesh ... yesh ...," Suckle tried to answer but was finding it very difficult to talk clearly with this new attachment on her tongue. But she did as she was told even though it felt very awkward having this 'metal penis' against her upper lip.

Dr. Mary got up and went to the dial side of the 'special' chair again. She started to turn dials and flip on switches. Immediately Suckle felt the movement in her loins again. Dr. Mary had made the penis stuffed in Suckle's pussy hotter this time and the movements were vibrating, twisting and in and out motions now. Suckle's nipples sprung to hardness again and her sexual emotions which had never left her completely during the stud installment on her tongue were again being turned on.

Miss Tamala got a comb from somewhere and started combing Suckle's hair down to her shoulders. She took a tube of lipstick and applied the 'hot pink' color to Suckle's lips working around the studded tongue hanging out from her mouth.

"My, my," Miss Tamala said to Suckle, "doesn't our little dirty whore look much better now." As Miss Tamala was talking and applying lipstick to Suckle's lips, Dr. Mary had attached two clamps to Suckle's nipples. The clamps had wires attached to them and the wires ran back to the electronic side of the chair. She then turned another dial on the console of the chair that sent a low but steady stream of surges of electrical current to Suckle's nipples. The surges of electrical current made Suckle's nipples feel as though they were being turned 'on and off' in perfect cadence to the 'in and out' motion of the rubber penis in her vagina.

"Aaaahhhhh ... oooohhhhh," the moans started coming from Suckle's mouth again. These weren't moans of pain but rather from the expression on Suckle's face it was very easy to tell they were moans of pleasure, of excitement, of feelings running throughout her body that she had never imagined could be possible.

"Does our dirty little whore want to see how we decorated her?" Miss Tamala said to Suckle.

"Yesh ... yesh ... Mis ... Mistess," Suckle did her best to answer Miss Tamala with the new tongue stud.

Suckle was breathing heavy from the electric current prickling at her nipples and the movements of the rubber penis in her overstuffed pussy. Miss Tamala returned with a mirror and held it in front of Suckle's face.

Suckle stared in the mirror with sexually glazed over eyes. Too much was going on throughout her body for her to care what happened to her any more. She felt dirty and bad ... but she was beginning to enjoy that feeling. Her mind was spinning with obscene thoughts as she looked at the penis like stud on her tongue. She felt her 'special' chair being lowered in the back. Somewhere she faintly heard Dr. Mary's voice telling her to lie back in the chair and of course, she obeyed.

Dr. Mary moved in front of Suckle, took the mirror from Miss Tamala and held it in front of Suckle's face so Suckle would have an unobstructed view of her reflection in the mirror.

"Oh look," Dr. Mary began speaking to Suckle now, taking over for Miss Tamala and using the same motherly tone of soothing voice. "Our little ugly dumb whore has a 'cock' tongue now."

Suckle moved her face closer to the mirror to get a better look at herself. She moved her tongue up and down and heard Dr. Mary laugh at her effort to inspect the tongue stud.

"Yes, that's right, move your tongue up and down," Dr. Mary was talking to Suckle. "We know you are too stupid to know how to use your cock tongue yet, but don't worry, Miss Tamala will teach you how to use it."

She looked up from her almost prone position in the chair and saw Miss Tamala removing her gown. Her nostrils were picking up that scent again, the scent she was rapidly becoming familiar with. The early training she was given in the art of picking up the different scents of her Mistress was beginning to come to fruition. Her mind was trying to tell her something about this scent. "It's not the scent of my Mistress's shoes," she was thinking. "It's not the scent of her underclothes," again she was thinking further. "Yes, yes ... that's it ... that's it ... pussy, pussy ... I smell my Mistress's pussy ... I want to suck ... I want to taste my Mistress's pussy ... I'm an ugly whore who needs my Mistress's pussy ... please ... please ..." Suckle's thought processes were successfully being reprogrammed and were being renewed. She was indeed becoming what Miss Tamala and Dr. Mary had visions of her becoming ... 'a blabbering idiot toy' that would not any longer be capable of thinking for her self but would follow her 'new" animal instincts to obey and bring pleasure to her Mistresses. Suckle in her 'new' position would be someone who they could have fun with and fulfill all of their most decadent desires.

"Does my stupid ugly whore want to try out her new tongue," Miss Tamala was saying to Suckle as she lowered herself very slowly over Suckle pretty head ... the head with the long brown hair she had just combed out, the pretty face with the lips she had just applied lipstick to ... the tongue with the inch long penis shaped stud sticking out from her mouth. Miss Tamala was fussy that way. She always like her bitches to look 'pretty' when they sucked her pussy.

"Yesh ... yesh ... please ... please Mistesss," Suckle was begging now. "Shuckle ... Shuckle ... wans to tuck ...Shuckle wans to tuck Mistess puusie," Suckle continued to beg, her speech impeded by her tongue stud.

Suckle felt the hot skin of Miss Tamala's ass touch her forehead. She could feel the heavy weight pushing her head down into the back of the reclined chair. She could smell the pungent ass odor of Miss Tamala as the dark cheeks of Miss Tamala's ass spread down and hung over the forehead. She could feel massive black ringlets of wet pubic hair of Miss Tamala spread across her eyes and hang down on both sides of her nose. Miss Tamala, who had been balancing her self with her feet on the floor while she lowered her body down on Suckle's head, now picked her feet up off the floor. This caused her full weight to rest on Suckle's head.

Suckle's head almost completely disappeared underneath Miss Tamala's ass. She felt like she was a seat ... a chair. She couldn't breathe and she began to jerk her body and trying to move her 'captured' head. Just as Suckle thought she would surely be smothered she felt the weight of Miss Tamala's ass ease up just a little ... just enough to barely give her nose and mouth room to gasp for air. Suckle inhaled in deep gasps and her nostrils were filled with the scent of Miss Tamala's pussy. She could feel the sticky juices from Miss Tamala's vagina fill her eyes, cover her nose and the taste of the wetness in her mouth.

"Run your cock tongue along my pussy lips," she heard Miss Tamala say somewhere above her.

Suckle followed directions. As her tongue ran along Miss Tamala vagina slit even more of the juices Suckle now craved so much poured into her eager mouth.

"Yes ... good ... good, that's it ... stick your cock tongue in deep now ... yes ... yes, good ... good," Miss Tamala was yelling at Suckle in a voice filled with passion and excitement. All the pent up desires of this day's activities had taken their toll on Miss Tamala and she was finally letting loose. She started to rub her ass and pussy back and forth on Suckle's head as though she was in a saddle riding a horse. "Yes ... that's it you motherfucking stupid bitch ... taste your Mistress ... find my clit ... bring your Mistress pleasure ... enjoy your Mistress's nectar ... oh, shit ... oooohhhh shit ... I'm cumming ... yes, I'm cumming ..."

Dr. Mary had timed the orgasm of Miss Tamala to perfectly coincide with what she had planned for Suckle. As she heard the excited voice of Miss Tamala reaching her climax she turned up the dials on the electronic console to increase the 'in and out' motion of the rubber penis stuffed in Suckle's pussy. As Miss Tamala reached her peak so did Suckle have an intensive orgasm. This was a very important sequence in Suckle's training. Now Suckle would always equate her ability to reach this intense orgasm and to feel this deep and satisfying feeling flow through the very core of her being with her ability to bring pleasure to her Mistress. In Dr. Mary and Miss Tamala's world, nothing happen by accident!

(To be continued ... as time permits)