The Interns

Chapter II

Pre-Orientation

When Lynn arrived back at her hotel room late that afternoon, she was still overwhelmed by the events that just took place at her interview. The first thing she did was remove her clothes and get in the shower. She didn't know it but the effects of the drug she had been given lingers for about 24 hours so her sexual senses were still at a high pitch but diminishing with the passing of time. The hot water felt good. She washed her hair, her face, her body and even opened her mouth, pointed her head up toward the shower head and let the water pour in as though she was trying to wash every bit of the taste of Miss Tamala out of her mind. But it wasn't working. She could still visualize Miss Tamala, hear her voice, and see how beautiful and strong she was, even now when she was alone in her room. The more she thought of Miss Tamala, the more she became aroused. She had left Miss Tamala's office still in a state of arousal so the wetness in her pussy was still there. The throbbing in her loins needed to be satisfied. She needed to have an orgasm and to get her sexual desires under control. Lynn let her hands drift down over her ample breasts, let her fingers touch her nipples and linger for a moment. Her nipples were still hard, harder than they have ever been she realized and wondered if they would ever return to normal again. But her own touch felt good on her nipples and she ran her hand down to her pussy. The thick brown pubic hair surrounding her pussy seemed to be even more sensitive, as if they were little electrical wires pulsating energy on their own. But when her fingers touched her pussy lips, the sensation made her whole body shutter. She was soaked with her own wetness, her juices were flowing abundantly. Never had Lynn felt this way, never!

She inserted her first finger into her pussy, then two fingers. She began moving her fingers in an inward and outward motion, first slowly and then faster and faster. She pinched her clit, rubbed it again and again until she felt a wave of emotion start at the top of her head and shoot rapidly downward, through her breasts and hard nipples, downward again through her stomach and finally reaching her pussy where her juices poured forth.

“Ahhhh....ahhhh....oooohhh,” her knees buckled as she bent over trying to catch her breath. Lynn was reaching an orgasm so intense, something she realized she had never felt before like this and all the while she had a mental picture of Miss Tamala in her mind, her face, the dark eyes that scared the hell out Lynn when they set their gaze on her. Miss Tamala's dark beauty and stern manner, the picture of her towering over her all contributed to bring Lynn to this electrifying climax. Lynn had sit completely down on the tile floor of the shower now and let the hot water pour over her as she came down from her sexual high and her breathing began to return to normal.

After Lynn finally got out of the shower and toweled herself dry, she sat on the edge of the bed. She was still somewhat light-headed, still in a state of release from her climax. She touched her nipples again and although they were softer now, they were still very sensitive. Lynn realized she was tired, so tired out from all that had transpired this day that she just felt the need to sleep. But she thought to herself, it was also a restful tired feeling, like something had clicked in her mind that brought her peace and now all she wanted was to reach the end of the day. Lynn fell asleep with a mental vision of Miss Tamala in her mind's eye.

Miss Tamala had Ann, or as she had renamed Ann long ago when she had achieved taking ownership of her, “piglet”, retrieve her car. This was part of piglet's duties at the end of each work day. When Miss Tamala was ready to call it a day, she would click on the intercom and say: “piglet, get the car, I am ready to go home.” Piglet would respectfully answer “Yes Ma'am,” and scurry out the door to the parking garage, drive the car around to the front entrance, run back to the office and prepare to close down for the evening. Piglet tried to time this task perfectly as Miss Tamala insisted she do. This part of her duties took exactly 15 minutes, including the time it took to get the office prepared for “close down” as this process was called. At the end of 15 minutes, piglet had better be standing in her “service position” which consisted of standing by the front office door leading to the hallway with her arms pressing against her sides, elbows tucked in and bent, so that her hands were pressed together between her breasts, and pointed upward just under her chin. She was also to have her mouth open. This gave piglet the appearance of praying for something while waiting for her Mistress, Miss Tamala.

Miss Tamala always checked her wrist watch when she ordered piglet to get the car, at the instant she left her office, and the instant she walked into the reception area. If, for any reason at all piglet was late, she received a “demerit” for each second she was passed the time Miss Tamala had allotted for this task. When she had accumulated enough demerits, determined by Miss Tamala's system of accounting, she would be punished. The punishment was, as all things were, solely at the discretion of Miss Tamala.

Today was no different. Piglet had to run real fast when the order came to “get the car” because it was raining very hard outside and she was getting really wet trying to get to the parking garage. The parking garage was 2 blocks away and she was not allowed to take an umbrella or raincoat or anything that would slow her down and keep her from staying within her allotted time to fulfill her duty. Miss Tamala enjoyed watching her piglet trying to stay on schedule. She purposely made it very difficult for piglet to accomplish this task because just watching, which she often did by looking out the window where she had a panoramic view of the street and garage area, got her very excited and make her wet between the legs watching the stupid white bitch breaking her ass trying to please her Mistress and to avoid punishment. It was even more fun in the winter when there was snow and ice on the ground.

Miss Tamada recalled one time when piglet slipped on the wet snow and ice, got soaked and wet and dirty from the ground and got back 5 minutes beyond her 15 minute allotted time with both knees scraped and bleeding. As Miss Tamala entered the reception area that time, she bust out laughing at her piglet standing in her service position, dirty, wet and bleeding. She then walked over to piglet and slapped her so hard across the face that piglet's head snapped from right to left and left Miss Tamala's hand stinging from the blow. “You stupid brainless whore, you let a little snow and ice ruin my schedule. You don't get your reward. Go mark your demerits in the demerit book.”

“Yes Ma'am,” came piglet's sniveling reply. As piglet went over to get the demerit book out of the top drawer and write the number of demerits she “earned” this day, she was trying to remember the last time she got a reward instead of a slap in the face. When piglet did get her “close down” task done in the allotted time, which wasn't very often, Miss Tamala would walk over to where her piglet stood in the service position, stand within a few inches of piglet's opened mouth, and work up a good amount of salvia in her own mouth by slowly moving her lips in a circular manner. Miss Tamala liked to prolong this a bit by taking her time so as to let piglet anticipate what was coming and, more importantly, the volume that was coming. Then Miss Tamala would put her beautiful red lips even closer and with a loud spitting sound, discharge her salvia into the piglet's mouth. Piglet remained in this position until she was told to swallow. This depended on the mood Miss Tamala was in. Sometimes the swallow order would come immediately and other times Miss Tamala would just let her piglet stand there with her spit filled mouth for a few minutes, especially if she had transferred a large volume of salvia to piglet's mouth. If Miss Tamala was in an especially sexy mood, she would order piglet to “swish” the large volume of spit around in her mouth so she could better appreciate the favor. Miss Tamala taught piglet that she should always consider this a “reward” when she fulfilled her duties successfully or otherwise made her Mistress happy because she was getting a rare opportunity to “taste the very essence” of her Mistress.

“I'm ready to leave piglet,” Miss Tamala said.

“Yes Ma'am,” came piglet's reply as she moved quickly to pick up Miss Tamala's briefcase, purse, and any thing else that Miss Tamala might be taking with her. Miss Tamala never carried anything when she was accompanied by one of her “properties”. As “owner” of these “properties” she was above these menial tasks. Of course piglet always opened and closed all doors for her Mistress. When they were finally in the car, piglet sat in the back seat and was careful not to let her back touch the seat. Miss Tamala had taught her that she was to sit erect and be very careful to keep her posture perfect when in the presence of her Mistress. Piglet then put on a pair of earphones that were always there for her and assume the service position. When she had the earphones on and the pre-recorded tape began to play, she was to keep her eyes closed so she could concentrate on her “continuing education” as Miss Tamala liked to call it.

This continuing education procedure was the brain child of Dr. Mary Mercy. Along with a program of drug therapy, Dr. Mercy devised this system of recorded subliminal messages buried in soft relaxing music, that over a period of time would completely altar the brain's ability to make choices and would become solely depend on receiving instructions in order to complete even the most menial task.

Piglet was Dr. Mercy's “first project.” Often Mistress Tamala and Dr. Mercy would discuss the piglet's progress and plan other ways to use piglet for their benefit, entertainment, and experiments. Much of this entertainment and experiments were videotaped and they would view the ridiculous and obscene tasks they would put piglet through. This was so much fun for Miss Tamala and Dr. Mary Mercy that they would just sit and laugh, totally enjoying themselves. Very often during these times they would both become so sexually aroused by the power they had over this white bitch, by the thought of the transformation that was taking place in a once “normal girl” that they would end up in bed making love to each other that was very satisfying and left them exhausted in each others arms.

As the piglet was in the back seat, hands pressed together in a prayer position under her chin, sitting erect with her ear phones on, subliminal messages doing their job of slowly but continually re-programming her brain, Miss Tamala was pulling into her driveway. This was the home, or “love nest” as she and Dr. Mercy were fond of calling it, they had bought together. It was on the outskirts of the city on 5 acres of land. This afforded them privacy and gave them the freedom they craved to totally enjoy their “acquisitions”.

It was a two story brick house with a two car garage, had a deck, swimming pool, and patio. The acre of land surrounding the house was beautifully landscaped but they had left the other 4 acres wooded to further insure their privacy. It also had a basement which housed Dr. Mercy's laboratory and piglet's living quarters.

As Miss Tamala pulled the car to a stop in front of the garage, she reached over to the passenger's side of the front seat and picked up a “flogger” that she always kept on the front passenger side of the car seat. She had many “educational instruments” as she used to call them, most of which were custom made for her. This particular one was 2 foot long, had a very stiff leather handle and a fly swatter type head on the other end. The head was also made of leather and had the initials “T.B.” in raised letters engraved on it. Miss Tamala also had names for all her educational instruments. This one was called “kisser.” Since piglet was never allowed to have her eyes open when she was undergoing her “continuing education” Miss Tamala had to have a way to get her attention when she had a use for her.

“Craaacckkk,” Miss Tamala had reached around and hit piglet sharply on the side of her face with “kisser”. She always loved the “splat” sound of the leather flogger head striking piglets face so she always tried to swing hard. If her swing was hard enough, and most of the time it was, it left the raised initials “T.B.” in red welts on piglet's face. aThe loud “swat” of leather striking piglet's head, the fact that Miss Tamala had the power to inflict this pain and humiliation on this white bitch always gave her a sexual rush and many times she could feel her pussy getting wet almost immediately.

“Yes, Ma'am,” piglet's eyes immediately opened.

“We are home,” Miss Tamala announced as the car stopped. Immediately piglet removed her earphones, opened her door, put her shoes back on and ran around the car to open Miss Tamala's door. As soon as Miss Tamala was out of the car, piglet picked up her briefcase and purse and ran up to the front door of the house to open that door for her also.

“Go prepare dinner, Miss Mary will be home soon and I expect everything to be ready for us,” Miss Tamala ordered her piglet.

“Yes, Ma'am,” and piglet moved rapidly toward the kitchen as Miss Tamala prepared herself a cocktail and went into the living room to relax while dinner was being prepared.

As piglet went into the kitchen, the first thing she looked for was the menu that Miss Tamala would have waiting for her on the counter top. The menu would feature what Miss Tamala and Miss Mary would be having for dinner that evening. This evening it was a salad, New York strip steak and a rice medley served under candlelight. Then she would take her sack “working dress” off and get into her “dinner serving attire” which was nothing more then a transparent soft vinyl apron that tied around her neck, went down the front of her body and tied again around the waist. The length of the apron stopped at the area where her thighs and crotch met. Of course, piglet was never allowed to wear panties or a bra so her pussy was always exposed for her Mistress's inspection and use. The front of the bib area of the apron was cut out in small circles in the front to expose her nipples and was completely bare in the back so that her ass was always visible. Miss Tamala had pierced each of piglet's nipples a long time ago, and she had use for these pierced nipples in numerous ways.

When piglet was to prepare dinner, she was required to insert a silver ring into each nipple. The rings were four inches in diameter. Miss Tamala had rings in all different sizes that she would insert in piglet's nipples for different functions. When piglet had prepared dinner and she was ready to serve it, she would go to a drawer and retrieve two fine linen napkins. One napkin had the initials “T.B.” and the other had the initials “M.M.” embroidered on them. She would fold the napkins very carefully so the initials were facing outward and could be clearly visible to either of her Mistress's. She would then insert one end of the napkin through a nipple ring, tie a knot at the very top of that end and let the rest of the napkin hang down, initials outward and ready for use. If, while Miss Tamala or Miss Mary were enjoying their dinner they had a need to use their napkins, they would simply call the piglet over to them by raising their finger in a “come here” signal. Piglet would immediately go to the Mistress who had summoned her, bend over so as not to cause Mistress any discomfort by requiring her to stretch and Mistress would use the napkin attached to the nipple ring to wipe her mouth. Of course, this always seemed to require a lot of “tugging and pulling” on piglets tits, especially when her Mistress's were wiping their hands, and piglet would end up with tears in her eyes by the time dinner was completed.

On one dinner occasion, the tugging and pulling caused piglet's tits to be extremely sore. So much so that piglet was grimacing and tears were flowing freely each time one of the Mistresses's had use for her in this manner. But then Miss Tamala explained to piglet that she should be “happy” that they were making “good” use of her. Of course, Dr. Mercy had explained to Miss Tamala that she should always pull on the napkin as hard as she could so that would have the effect of stretching and elongating piglet's nipples. Thus they could find other uses for her tits and nipples when they were stretched long enough.

With this done, piglet got to work preparing dinner for Miss Tamala and Miss Mercy. Of course, she also had an allotted time in which to complete this task or receive more demerits.