The Interns - Chapter 19

Chapter XIX-Inside the Bamboo Room

Madame Sheri held the door opened as Mistress Tamala followed by Suckle entered, and then closed the door behind them. The lighting was dim but not dark as the trio entered the foyer type entrance. Again Suckle was immediately struck by the oriental décor of the foyer. Chinese lanterns, oriental floral arrangements, the odor of incense filled the air and there was even some very oriental sounding music playing softly in the background.

Suckle wondered to herself 'how many different worlds have I entered in the last few days?' 'Surely,' Suckle thought, 'this establishment showed signs that gave her the feeling as though something weird and wonderful was about to happen in here.' Suckle was still feeling the exciting effects of having just brought Madame Sheri to an orgasm and could feel her own arousal beginning to set in her psyche and this place just added to it.

"We go meet you guests now, ok?" Madame Sheri asked in that almost innocent and disarming high pitched oriental voice of hers directing her question to Miss Tamala.

"Yes, of course," Miss Tamala replied to Madame Sheri as Madame Sheri led the way out of the foyer and down a long circular sort of hall way.

"You guests here ... dining room eight," Madame Sheri said to Miss Tamala as she sped up her walking pace to get in front of the trio.

"Good, seems like I'm running a little late," Miss Tamala said to Madame Sheri. "But you know I had to dress the little whore too."

"No worry ... you do good job dressing ... it look like little dolly whore," Madame Sheri said to Miss Tamala, the 'it' being Suckle, as she opened the door to dining room eight.

"Ha, ha, ha ... I like that Madame Sheri," Miss Tamala said to Madame Sheri. "Little dolly whore, I like that."

As Suckle entered dining room eight, she was again stuck with the fear of having another surprise sprung on her. The room was not very large, had a round table in the center, wallpaper with an Asian motif on three side walls and the single wall that seemed to be in front of the table had a large drape covering it.

As Suckle glanced around the room at the paintings on the walls, she noticed that most of the girls in the paintings were Caucasian and were all in some kind of restraints. All of the men and women 'tending' to the restraints were either Black or Oriental. One painting featured a very pretty seemingly young white girl with a braided rope tied around her neck being pulled so tightly by a beautiful oriental woman that it made her eyes kind of bulge out and her mouth was opened with her tongue hanging out. Standing next to the white girl was a very muscular black man, holding his penis and urinating straight into the open mouth of the white girl. The oriental girl holding the rope had a very large wicked looking smile on her face.

The lighting was somewhat dim but everyone in the small room could distinguish each other without a problem. But it was the moment Suckle realized that there were others in the room that she began to tremble slightly. Seated around the table was Dr. Mary; Miss Lyric, a very beautiful copper-skinned woman that Suckle instantly thought must be some type of model she was so startlingly beautiful, and Mr. Rudee, a black man with much darker skin that gave Suckle the impression of being some type of athlete because of his physical appearance.

"Oh, look at this," Dr. Mary spoke first. "Oh shit, honey girl, what did you do to the little fucker?" she said to Miss Tamala.

"Do you like the way she looks?" Miss Tamala asked Dr. Mary.

"Oh shit yes," Dr. Mary answered. "My God, she looks like a little fuck doll honey girl ... just like you always wanted for yourself. Come here Suckle, I want you to meet these beautiful people."

As Suckle moved over to Dr. Mary, she was visibly trembling. She started trembling as soon as she heard Dr. Mary's voice. Suckle was afraid of Dr. Mary. She remembered how violent Dr. Mary could be. She remembered how hard Dr. Mary had whipped her on the back in the basement. She remembered how violently Dr. Mary had fucked her face. Yet, mixed in the fear that Suckle felt toward Dr. Mary was a feeling of respect and a feeling of sheer obedience. Somewhere locked forever in Suckle's submissive mind she knew she would always obey Dr. Mary without question.

"Suckle," Dr. Mary began to speak as she got out of her chair, "this is Mistress Lyric," she said to Suckle as she led Suckle in front of Miss Lyric.

Miss Lyric had a surprised look on her face as she looked at the way Suckle was dressed and the way she was made up. "Oh my God Tamala honey," Miss Lyric said out loud, "where the fuck did you get this one?"

"Do you like it Lyric?" Miss Tamala answered Miss Lyric with a prideful smile on her face obviously proud of her new 'possession.' Miss Tamala's voice had such a 'ring' of satisfaction in it; it sounded as though she might just as well as have purchased a new car or some other valuable commodity.

Suckle couldn't help staring at Miss Lyric. "She is so beautiful," Suckle thought to herself. Miss Lyric's lighter colored skin flowed in perfectly with the powder blue blouse she was wearing. It was cut very low in the front and Suckle could clearly see the very deep valley between Miss Lyric's abundant breasts. Miss Lyric's hair was a straight silky black, and hung down to her shoulders. Her face, as usual, was perfectly made up, with just the right amount of blush on her cheeks to blend in with her skin and gave the impression of someone with a natural glow to her face. Her eyes were perfectly make up with long eyelashes that only made her dark eye balls seem to dance in their white backgrounds.

Suckle didn't get a chance to stare too long when she again heard the strict voice of Dr. Mary. "Get down on your knees, you stupid fucking white pig," Dr. Mary yelled at Suckle. "Don't you see you are in front of a very superior Black woman?"

Suckle dropped to her knees immediately. While dropping to her knees, she glanced at Mistress Tamala. She knew Miss Tamala had warned her about being respectful to her superiors and Suckle felt ashamed of herself for not remembering. As soon as Suckle dropped to her knees, she didn't wait to be told anything else. She wanted to 'make up' for her forgetfulness by demonstrating what a good whore she was. Suckle began to kiss Miss Lyric's toeless high heeled shoes. She kissed the straps going across the shoe ... first one and then the other ... then remembered Madame Sheri's admonition ... 'kiss, lick, use your tongue, kiss, lick, use your tongue' ... and immediately began to lick Miss Lyric's toes. Miss Lyric legs were bare and Suckle's mind was reeling with the feeling on her tongue on Miss Lyric's bare toes.

Miss Lyric was looking down at Suckle in almost total disbelief. She was always amazed at the times when Miss Tamala would tell her such things but now she was actually witnessing this white girl, dressed up in what appeared to be 'little girls clothes' sucking and licking so obediently on her toes.

Miss Tamala came over by Miss Lyric's chair and at the same time, Rudee got up from his chair and was standing next to Dr. Mary. They were all watching the slavish tongue and mouth of Suckle working on Miss Lyric's toes. Miss Tamala put her arm around Miss Lyric in a little hug.

"Do you like the way it feels honey?" she said to Miss Lyric. "Does it feel good to have your very own white pig girl cleaning your toes for you?"

"Oh God, yes, yes," Miss Lyric answered in a very happy and ecstatic sounding voice. "Damn, look at her suck and use her tongue!"

Miss Tamala could see how excited Miss Lyric was getting. She leaned down and gave Miss Lyric's breast a little squeeze and brought her mouth close to her ear. "Why don't you slip your shoe off honey," Miss Tamala whispered in Miss Lyric's ear, "the little fucking white pig has been trained to do anything we tell her to."

"Really?" Miss Lyric answered still in somewhat disbelief that anyone could have such power over someone else. "Will she really do anything you tell her to?" Even as Miss Lyric was saying this she was slipping off her pretty toeless high heel.

Dr. Mary watched the high heel shoe coming off as did Miss Tamala and Mr. Rudee. Miss Tamala had a big smile on her face watching the training her and Dr. Mary had instilled in Suckle coming to fruition. Dr. Mary walked back over to her chair and picked up a riding crop she had carried in with her. It was a fancy riding crop, made of black leather and was somewhat stiffer than most riding crops. It had very little flexibility in it and was used mostly to train very wild horses and to teach these horses by painful means who their Mistress or Master was.

Miss Tamala kept her eyes on Dr. Mary. She knew Dr. Mary was reaching her peak arousal and she knew from experience how nasty Dr. Mary could become in this frame of mind. Nevertheless, she also knew that her 'mentor' was going to have her way, no matter what. Miss Tamala reached over Miss Lyric's shoulders and squeezed both of her breasts. Miss Tamala was getting excited just by squeezing Miss Lyric's beautiful breasts, something she had wanted to do for a long time. But she also knew she had to keep Miss Lyric aroused and prepared for what was going to happen next. Miss Tamala put her ear next to Miss Lyric's ear and began to whisper loudly enough so every one could hear.

"Watch my honey Lyric," Miss Tamala began, "watch how a superior African American woman should be treated by a white whore girl. Watch how we train our white pig girls to be obedient to us."

Dr. Mary walked back over to the kneeling and licking Suckle. Suckle knew better than to stop doing what she was doing without being give an order to do so. Dr. Mary reached down with the crop, put the tip under Suckle's chin and raised her face upward until she was looking upward and her eyes met the stern looking eyes of Dr. Mary.

"Now you stupid fucking moron," Dr. Mary almost spit the words out at Suckle with a terrorizing look on her face, "I want you to demonstrate for our guest Mistress Lyric what a good foot cleaner you are. And if you fail to make Mistress Tamala and myself proud of you, this is a sample of what you are going to get."

The words 'stupid fucking moron' once again bit into Suckle's mind like a knife piercing her brain. What very little self esteem Suckle had left seemed to seep out of her pores. But she didn't even get a second to contemplate what was coming next, but somewhere in the back of her mind ... she knew!

"Whish" ... the familiar sound of an instrument of pain that Suckle had heard before was cutting through the still air in the room. Then it was the familiar bright flash of light that shot across Suckle eyes and the pain ... the pain shot through Suckle's complete body as Dr. Mary's crop made contact with its target. It struck Suckle high on her back, almost across her shoulder blades. So hard was the blow that it ripped Suckle pretty white blouse almost from shoulder to shoulder.

"Aaaahhhhhhhhh ... oooohhhhh ... eeeeeeee ... aaahhh ... aahh ... oh, oh, oh" the cries left Suckle's mouth a second after the loud whacking sound filled the room. Suckle was breathing hard and fast, sucking in large gulps of air.

"Holy shit ... geeze ... wow," Miss Lyric almost jumped out of her chair at what she just witnessed. "Damn, that was hard," she said in a surprised tone of voice.

Miss Tamala saw the startled look on Miss Lyric's face. She quickly and lightly rubbed her hands all around Miss Lyric's breasts and again whispered in her ear loud enough for everyone to hear.

"It's all right ... it's all right," Miss Tamala said in a reassuring tone of voice. "It's all part of the whore's training. She loves it ... just watch honey, just watch."

Dr. Mary leaned down and started tearing the already ripped blouse from Suckle's shoulders. Then she grabbed Suckle's hair and pulled it back hard so her head was completely backward almost on a forty five degree angle. She pulled the rest of the torn blouse off Suckle's arms. Suckle's breasts sprung free and were now visible to everyone who cared to look. The tears were streaming down Suckle's face causing little thin streaks of black eye liner to mix in with the red circles Miss Tamala had painted on her cheeks with lipstick.

Dr. Mary let go of Suckle's hair and Suckle's head was upright again. Then Dr. Mary began to fondle Suckle's breasts ... first one and then the other. She had a smile on her face. It was a gentle, almost kind smile now that Suckle saw. Then the familiar 'teaching' voice of Dr. Mary started again.

"There, there now slut," Dr. Mary's much softer sounding voice began. "You know you have to be a good girl for your Mistresses don't you."

"Ye ... yes ... yes, Ma'am ... yes Ma'am, Suckle understands Ma'am, yes," Suckle answered in between little sobs. "Suckle understands ... ah ... that she must learn to be a good girl."

It was the first time Mistress Lyric had heard Suckle's voice. Suckle's voice tone was even more higher pitched than usual because of the way she was taking in fast little gulps of air in between the subsiding sobs. She felt a little tingling going throughout her body and for the first time she felt an awakening deep in her vagina. "Damn," she thought to herself, "I never thought something like this would start to turn me on, but it does."

Mr. Rudee was dressed in his usual tight sweat pants and a pull over sweat shirt. It was no secret that Mr. Rudee liked to show off his body build. "It's a form of advertising," he always told his wife Lyric. "After all, I'm a physical trainer and that's my business I'm advertising." But now that tight sweat pants had an extraordinary large bulge in the front and it was apparent to anyone looking that he was getting an erection watching Dr. Mary's training methods.

Dr. Mary kept using her 'expert technique' on Suckle's breasts. She would put her large brown hand around Suckle's pure white breast and squeeze ... first one, then the other. She would run her beautifully manicured finger nails around the little brown circles of Suckle's breasts and then end up taking Suckle's nipples between her forefinger and thumb and pull on them ... first a little bit ... then a little bit further.

"See my little fucking moron," Dr. Mary was saying to Suckle in a soft sexy sounding voice, "see how good that feels to our little dirty slut. You can't help your self it if this makes you excited can you. You know why?" Then without giving Suckle a chance to answer the question she just asked she added, "because you are a dirty piggy girl, that's why, and all of your superiors know it. Isn't that right?"

Suckle, in her own mind, couldn't deny the feelings beginning to convulse through her body. She was still somewhat aroused at the events that happened a little while ago outside. Now this manipulation of her breasts, even though sometimes painful when Dr. Mary was pulling the nipples out further and further, was causing her to feel that downward pressure on her stomach muscles leading down to her vagina. She even started to push down and up on her lower trunk in a motion that almost simulated a fucking motion ... as though she was just shamelessly fucking the thin air. After a few minutes the sobbing stopped. Suckle's arousal was starting to reach new heights and the sobbing was replaced by a smile on Suckle's face ... a smile that gave off the impression of a little wickedness.

"Yes, yes ... oh, yes Ma'am," Suckle began to answer Dr. Mary's last question. "Yes ... Suckle is a piggy ... Suckle is a moron ... Suckle is a whore ... yes, yes, Suckle is a slut ..." Suckle's mind was running on all cylinders now ... all the cylinders that had been recalibrated by her trainers the last few days. It seemed like the more she degraded herself the more she wanted to do it.

"See ... see," Miss Tamala said to Miss Lyric. "See how our little white whore is reacting honey. She knows she is a slut and a stupid whore. She knows this is all she is good for." Miss Tamala's voice was reflecting the building excitement she was feeling.

"Holy shit," Mistress Lyric said in a surprised but pleasant tone of voice. "Look Rudee, the fucker really does like it. Damn, she acts like a fucking trained animal ... like a human dog or something," Mistress Lyric was saying to Rudee in an almost unbelieving tone of voice.

"Yeah," Mr. Rudee answered, "but all this stuff is giving me a hard on."

"Ha, ha, ha," Miss Tamala laughed at their guests. "Hell, it gets a lot better than this." She stopped caressing Miss Lyric's breasts and walked over to Suckle.

Dr. Mary moved slightly away from Suckle and said, "push out your chest and stick out your tits so Mistress Lyric and Master Rudee can see them."

Suckle immediately did as she was told. Her breasts appeared to be slightly swollen and had deep red fingers marks made by Dr. Mary's hands. Her nipples appeared to be almost standing at attention they were so hard. Yet Suckle pushed her chest out even further as though she was proud of what she was doing. She had a very lustful smile on her face now. Both Mistress Tamala and Dr. Mary knew Suckle's motor was running. They knew her sexual arousal was climbing toward its peak and this is when Suckle was most susceptible to suggestions and most obedient to commands.

"Now my fucking worthless whore," Miss Tamala was obviously taking over the training and demonstration. "Now greet Mistress Lyric and Master Rudee properly," she ordered Suckle.

Yes, Mistress Tamala," Suckle answered. "Greetings Mistress Lyric and Master Rudee," Suckle began. "My name is Suckle. I belong to Miss Tamala. She is my owner and Mistress. I am a brainless slut. My Mistress, through her enormous generosity has undertaken the responsibility for my further education. I dedicate myself to work hard to always bring pleasure and comfort to my Mistress and to make her proud to own me."

"Well I'll be damned," Miss Lyric said to Miss Tamala. "That's the wildest thing I ever saw. Geeze, I love it. I love it," Miss Lyric continued in an excited tone of voice.

Miss Tamala gave Suckle her 'puppy pet' ... petting Suckle's head back and forth with the palm of her hand. "Good little whore ... good little whore," she said as she petted her. Suckle immediately got a large smile on her face. She was being rewarded for 'being good' and it showed on her face.

"Now let's show Mistress Lyric what a good foot cleaner you are," Miss Tamala said to Suckle in a soft sweet sounding voice.

"Oh yes, Mistress Tamala, yes Ma'am," Suckle answered as through she was given permission for something she really wanted to do ... and she did!

Miss Lyric raised her beautiful and well pedicured light brown bare foot up a few inches off the floor and Suckle immediately bent down to meet her foot. She started to lick with her tongue along Miss Lyric's toes and she was really doing it with a lot of enthusiasm. Dr. Mary walked behind Suckle and picked up her skirt with the crop tip. She turned the crop around so the thick part was almost touching Suckle's pussy. Then she started to rub the crop handle softly up and down Suckle slit, going in a little deeper with each rub.

"The little fucking moron is soaking wet," Dr. Mary said to everyone in the room as though she was talking about some 'object.' Then Dr. Mary spoke to Suckle. "Talk to yourself while you're cleaning Mistress Lyric's feet ... talk to yourself out loud so we can hear what you are doing," Dr. Mary instructed Suckle while continuing to keep Suckle highly aroused with the crop handle in her pussy.

"Aahh ... Suckle is sucking toes ... Suckle is licking the soles of feet ... Suckle cleaning between toes with tongue ... Suckle is sucking ... Suckle licking ... Suckle takes toes in mouth and sucks ... sucks ... hhmmm ... aahhhh ... hhhmmm ... Suckle sucks ... Suckle is a moron ... Suckle is a slut ...".

Everyone was smiling at each other. It seemed like this white girl, this girl kneeling and working so hard to please her Mistress and to please Mistress Lyric was almost out of control. She was babbling ... and she was doing it out loud ... she was doing it with enthusiasm ... she was doing it as though her life depended on it ... and the more Dr. Mary worked the crop in and out of her pussy and more it egged her on!

Miss Tamala walked back over to the back of Miss Lyric's chair. She bent over and put her arms over Miss Lyric's shoulders, letting her hands drop inside of Miss Lyric's low cut blouse ... one hand on each of her breasts. She softly pushed her hands inside of Miss Lyric's bra until she had cupped each of her breasts, then softly began squeezing and fondling them.

"Do you like to have your toes and foot sucked and licked honey?" Miss Tamala asked Miss Lyric.

"Oh God, yes ... damn, it feels good. Look at the way she sucks between my toes. Ha, ha, ha ... the fucking cunt is a damn good sucker, isn't she?" Miss Lyric answered in a heightened tone of excitement.

Miss Tamala got a big smile on her face. She happy at the way Miss Lyric was responding to Suckle. She always thought she would like to bring Miss Lyric into hers and Dr. Mary's little organization of dominant Mistresses. Beside that, she thought that some day she may like to make love to Miss Lyric. She was really a very beautiful woman and Miss Tamala liked the thoughts having her in their fold.

"Would you like to punish her?" Miss Tamala asked Miss Lyric.

"Huh ... punish her, you mean really ...," Miss Lyric answered trying to understand exactly what Miss Tamala meant.

"Sure," Miss Tamala replied in a tone of voice that seemed to indicate it was just the 'natural' thing to do. "How about giving the moron a slap in the face? It will make you feel nice and warm and wet down here," Miss Tamala continued, removing one of her hands from Miss Lyric's breast and rubbing her between her legs.

"Really ... I mean, ah ... could I do that ... would it be all right?" Miss Lyric replied somewhat surprised at her own feelings of really wanting to see what it felt like to slap Suckle's face.

"Sure, sure you can honey ... its fun. Here, I'll get the fucking bitch ready for you," Miss Tamala said leaving the back of Miss Lyric's chair and walking around to stand by Suckle. Dr. Mary saw Miss Tamala coming and took the handle crop out of Suckle's soaking pussy and stepped back.

"Stop bitch," Miss Tamala yelled down at the kneeling Suckle in that firm tone of voice. "Bring your stupid face up here ... put your arms behind your back and clasp your hands ... push your tits out and keep your back straight," the orders were coming fast from Miss Tamala now and Suckle was responding to each and every one just the way she was trained to do ... without even thinking, just obeying them as fast as they came. "Now, don't you have something to say to the beautiful Mistress Lyric?" Miss Tamala continued.

Suckle was on her knees in the exact position her Mistress had ordered. But now Suckle was trying to think again. She knew she was being 'tested' by Mistress Tamala ... she knew she was required to do something, but it was becoming so hard for her to think anymore. "Something ... say ... something to Mistess Lyric ... oh, oh ... give thanks ... yes, that's it, give thanks," Suckle was struggling to think to herself and felt a little relieved that she had remembered she was always required to give thanks to one of her superiors when they bestowed a privilege to her.

"Well?" Miss Tamala was losing patience with Suckle.

"Ah ... Mistress Lyric," Suckle began speaking, "you are very beautiful Mistress, and ... ah ... ah, thank you for allowing Suckle the whore to suck and clean your ... your ... ah, your beautiful toes and ... ah, your beautiful feet ...". With each word that Suckle spoke she could feel the exhilaration of submissiveness flowing through and lighting up her senses. But Suckle was snapped back from the sensations she was feeling by the sound of her Mistress's voice again.

"Make a happy face for Mistress Lyric you stupid brainless pig," Mistress Tamala yelled at Suckle. "Mistress Lyric wants to slap your face and no one wants to slap a stupid looking face. Make a big happy face and stick your face out so Mistress Lyric doesn't have to stretch," Mistress Tamala kept yelling at Suckle while she walked back to stand beside Miss Lyric.

Suckle had a big lustful smile on her face as she pushed her head forward just in front of Miss Lyric's knees. Suckle felt the adrenaline pumping through her veins. It was apparent to everyone in the room that Suckle wanted to be slapped. She actually wanted to feel the sting of this beautiful model-like woman's hand on her face. Suckle was breathing a little more rapidly now in anticipation.

"Go ahead Lyric honey, give the bitch a slap, see how good it feels to you," Miss Tamala spoke to Miss Lyric in a much softer encouraging voice.

"Oh God, geeze ... can I really do this?" Miss Lyric was questioning herself even as she began to raise her hand.

"Sure you can Lyric honey. Wait until you feel the power rush go through you. I guarantee you will love it ... go ahead," Miss Tamala continued trying to encourage Miss Lyric.

Miss Lyric raised her hand about six inches from Suckle's face. She pulled her lips inward and squeezed them together and swung her hand toward Suckle face.

"Swalap" the little light sound came as Miss Lyric's hand make contact with Suckle's face.

"Ha, ha, ha," both Miss Tamala and Dr. Mary began to laugh at the very first slap Miss Lyric had applied to Suckle's face. "Lyric baby, what the fuck was that," Miss Tamala said in a laughing, teasing tone of voice. "Shit, the little whore would never learn anything from a slap like that. Here, let me show you how it's done," Miss Tamala continued talking as she moved toward the kneeling Suckle.

"No, no, honey girl, this lesson is mine. I'm just in the right mood," Dr. Mary broke in while holding her hand up to stop Mistress Mary's approach toward Suckle.

Suckle stood passively on her knees. The slap Miss Lyric had applied to her face did sting a little. But when she heard Dr. Mary's voice she immediately began to tremble. She knew all too well now, just what Dr. Mary was capable of. So did Miss Tamala. Miss Tamala also knew better than to try to interfere with her 'mentor.' "What the hell," Miss Tamala thought to herself, "Dr. Mary is tough but I can't argue with the results she gets."

"Sit back and enjoy my darling Lyric," Dr. Mary said as she approached Suckle. Dr. Mary reached down and gathered up the braids Miss Tamala had made in Suckle's hair. She pulled them upward from both sides of Suckle's head until she had all the braids bunched up in one pile and she could grip them on top of Suckle's head and hold them in one hand. Then she put her free hand in front of Suckle's face and by her mouth.

"Kiss my hand bitch," Dr. Mary said to Suckle in a calm steady tone of voice. "Kiss my hand and show me how much you adore the hand that teaches you what you are."

Suckle knew this was the 'calm before the storm.' She knew what was coming and yet she could no longer help herself. She couldn't fight the feelings that Dr. Mary and Miss Tamala had caused to surface from her personality. Her submissive nature and orientation had now controlled every part of her brain. She glanced up at the strong and stern face of Dr. Mary's dark skinned face. She looked straight into the black eye balls and those eye balls were looking right back at her in utter contempt. Suckle watched as Dr. Mary bent over and brought her face to within inches of her own face. She watched Dr. Mary's mouth come closer to her lips, and finally came to rest on her lips. Dr. Mary was kissing Suckle, kissing her right on the mouth. Suckle's vagina was flowing freely now. She was reaching uncontainable heights of arousal.

Dr. Mary pulled her head back from Suckle's mouth. "Open and stick your tongue out little piggy," Dr. Mary said in her 'teaching' voice. Suckle immediately obeyed getting even more excited if that was possible. "Watch my lips ... watch my lips," Dr. Mary said to Suckle as she moved her mouth and closed lips around and around. Suckle knew what this motion signified. She knew Dr. Mary was gathering up a large portion of saliva ... and Suckle only pushed her tongue out further. She so desperately wanted to please Dr. Mary, and by pleasing Dr. Mary, pleasing herself.

Dr. Mary brought her lips closer and let the first large glob of saliva drip onto Suckle outstretched tongue. And Suckle didn't move an inch. She knew better. She knew Dr. Mary would tell her what to do. Dr. Mary again let another even larger glob of saliva drip on Suckle's tongue. Suckle's tongue was almost totally covered with Dr. Mary saliva ... so much that it appeared to be almost a mountain of white bubbly secretions.

Dr. Mary straightened herself up. She moved just slightly to the side of Suckle so Miss Lyric, Mr. Rudee and Miss Tamala could look at Suckle's saliva filled mouth. Both Miss Lyric and Mr. Rudee appeared to be extremely excited. Mr. Rudee had moved closer to his wife Miss Lyric and was now unashamedly rubbing the increasing bulge in his sweat pants. Miss Lyric too was rubbing her hands between her legs. Dr. Mary just smiled at them. It was a 'knowing' smile, a smile that told her both of her 'guests' were indeed getting 'turned on' by the demonstration of her complete dominance over Suckle. Dr. Mary turned her attention back to Suckle.

"Run my spit around your mouth bitch," the voice of Dr. Mary had changed again. Back was the stern tone; the tone of voice that Suckle knew only too well was to be obeyed at all costs. "And make sure you show my guests how much you enjoy the spit of your trainer."

Suckle did exactly as she was instructed. She got a big smile on her face, a happy face that Dr. Mary and Miss Tamala had taught her she was to use to demonstrate her obedience and enjoyment of the 'reward' she was given. Miss Lyric and Mr. Rudee stood transfixed by the sight before their eyes. Here was this bare chested, pretty white girl kneeing before them, hands still behind her back, and the braids of her hair on top of her head being held by the golden brown and perfectly manicured hand of Dr. Mary. And she was slurping the saliva of Dr. Mary around in her mouth as though it was the sweetest candy in the world.

"Swallow," Dr. Mary practically yelled at Suckle. "And then open your mouth to show everybody that my spit is now in your pig belly."

Again Suckle obeyed, doing exactly as she was instructed.

Dr. Mary moved a little closer to Suckle and positioned herself directly in front of her face. Dr. Mary's facial features seemed to change instantaneously into a fierce looking, no nonsense expression. Now she pulled on the braids that she gripped on top of Suckle's head until her body was in a straight line from her knees to the top of her head. Suckle seemed to be stretched out as far as she could go in this position. Then Dr. Mary raised her free hand high above her head. She took a deep breath, closed her lips together in a biting manner and swung her hand with all her physical might.

"Craaaaccccckkkkk!" the sound of Dr. Mary's hand making contact with Suckle's face filled the room. For a moment it seemed as though the whole room shook and even the drapes on the one wall seemed to move from the concussion. If Suckle's head wasn't being held in place by Dr. Mary's other hand it could have possibly spun a complete rotation.

"Aaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhh ... eeeeeeeeeeee ... aaaahhhhhhhhhh ..." the loud cries of Suckle's screeching voice mixed in with the still reverberating sounds of the slap also filled the room.

Dr. Mary changed hands. She replaced the hand holding the braids of Suckle's hair with the free hand that she had just used to slap Suckle. She again raised her free hand high over her head, and again slapped the other side of Suckle's face. Again the loud cracking sound mixed in with Suckle's cries filled the room. Dr. Mary repeated this process three more times. Then she stepped to the side of Suckle to give everyone a good view of her 'finished product.'

Suckle face was complete red ... a very deep red ... almost a blood red. There were finger marks all over both sides of her face that were even a deeper red in color. Tears flooded down the face of Suckle's no longer smiling face. She took on the appearance of a beaten rag doll.

Both Miss Lyric and Mr. Rudee had large lustful smiles on their faces. They were still rubbing themselves ... Miss Lyric now had both of her hands under her skirt and Mr. Rudee had pulled down his sweat pants and was vigorously masturbating himself. Miss Tamala, unable to contain herself was also masturbating herself.

Dr. Mary had hiked her own white medical smock up and had pulled down her white panties. She pulled Suckles beaten and crying face in between her legs. "You motherfucking stupid bitch," she yelled at Suckle. "You got me fucking hot you bastard. Now finish me off!"

As Suckle began to suck Dr. Mary's pussy in between sobs and deep gulps of air, she could hear her trainer's voice above her. "Oh shit, I love it this way. Yes, yes ... I love to feel the heat of a white whore's face that I had just beaten on my thighs. Eat you motherfucking slimy slut ... eat it all and make me cum ... yes ... yes, that's it ... that's it ... drink everything I give you!"

It was obvious that Dr. Mary's sexual needs had taken over. Her voice was loud and the expletives and degrading words she shouted at Suckle only intensified. Miss Tamala had bent over and was now kissing Miss Lyric in a very deep kiss. Both were reaching their orgasms and as they were getting there they only kissed deeper and deeper. Mr. Rudee had long ago abandoned concern about exposing himself and masturbating in front of anybody. He too was fast reaching his release.

Ten minutes had passed. Everyone was back sitting around the table. Suckle was almost completely under Miss Tamala's chair lying on her side. Madame Sheri's oriental waitresses and servants had placed a large and scrupulous brunch on the table. The smell of delicious food filled dining room eight. Brunch was served!!!