By Musker
(part 3)
"So be good for goodness sake"
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Judith lowered her right hand down to a knob on the console and turned it one notch to the right.
"THIS is level 4!"
Again her fist met with the pair of red plungers and again the girls did their spastic electric dance even more so now with the increased voltage.
When it was over with, Judith could hear the girls simpering and whining like scared little puppy dogs. That's when she knew she had the correct response. A big victorious smile crossed her face that bordered on being pure sadistic pleasure.
Sheila looked at her once inspiring mentor with disbelief. She knew it was necessary for the first jolt to be given and maybe even the second, but the third? And at a level that was literally shocking to her! She did not understand and it definitely showed on her face.
Judith turned her glowing features over to Sheila and they quickly vanished by what she saw. She knew an explanation was in order from the horrified and puzzled look she received.
"Sheila, I know you understand the need for immediate action to regain control in situations we just experienced. And the difference between controlling, dominating and breaking is simply how long the submissive effect lasts. You seen as well as I did that I regained complete control of their wild behavior right after the second shock. But how long would that have lasted? You already shocked them once so they knew what to expect. All we were doing was simply controlling their immediate behavior with repeated minimal shocks. And that can be very cruel for them in the long run. What we needed to do was to dominate them without breaking them. I have no desire in turning them into mindless robots. All I want is for them to obey my orders, to perform as proud ponygrils, and I need them to do that in a very short period of time. The only way I can obtain that is if they accept my dominance over them. And that my dear assistant is something more in tune to being an art form then it is a science. Too little and all you have is temporary control with a rising desire to rebell. Too much and you have nothing more than a conditioned lap dog constantly at your feet and in need of attention. In time, and experience, you too will find this to be true."
Sheila heard the profound words and she was beginning to see that her boss was right. Sometimes one had to be cruel in the short term in order to be kind in the long run. And if she wanted to become a successful dominant like her mentor, then she too would have to become an accomplished artist in the dark arts just like she was.
But said words were not heard by the two recovering girls. All they knew was that wanted no more shocks!
"Ladies, look at me." Judith said in a calm but loud voice. And both girls, simultaneously as if on cue, raised their eyes and looked straight at the mad women who they thought was on the verge of killing them.
"No more rebellion Ladies. Disobedience will lead to punishment, and punishment is pain! OBEY, and your lot in life for the next few days will be as good as it can be. Disobey, and your punishment will be swift, hard and virtually unbearable. I promise you that! Sheila, turn the shock dial up to level 5!"
The girls started to whimper and moan in a pleading begging kind of way, but they did not try to escape or rebel with angry threatening grunts like before.
"Level 5 Ma'am." There was no hesitation in either of Sheila's moves or in her voice. She trusted her idolized mentor now, fully and completely.
"I do not wish to use the shocking device Ladies. But I WILL! If you warrant it. Understand, ponygirls?"
Judith knew this was "the" best time to add the ponygirl reference. For it require the two girls to not only accept their subservient status to her will, but to also accept their soon to be roles as beasts of burden, hybrids of both human and animal, like in some ancient Greek mythology. It was also a major hurdle that needed to be transversed as well. For once the girls verbally accept their submissive fate, being dominated and turned into ponygirls, all else would fall into place as easy as pie.
Judith could see the unnerving hesitation in their eyes. The desire, the will not to, but at the same time the simple reality of what would happen to them if they didn't. And just as she expected, the wisdom of an intelligent and rational mind in dire fear won out. They lower their eyes and gave a submissive mewing sound of surrender. Now, Judith had her ponygirls!
"All right then. Sheila, cut away their underwear and throw it away with the rest of their clothes. It all stinks just as much as they do."
Judith could hear the girls worried whining, and she also knew what they were snivelling about as well. But Judith loved to hear the pathetic sounds made by a fair damsel in distress. They seem so erotic and pleasing to her soul. So she let them continued for a little longer before she calmed their fears.
"Now don't worry your pretty little heads ponygirls. Come Sunday, you will be given a complete new outfit to wear home with you, compliments of Madame Rouso's Boutique. And your personal items will be saved as well." Judith then turned to walk back to the workstation as she heard the concern fears of the girls slowly subside.
Once at the station she sat in the swivel chair and made a call to her favorite receptionist, all the while watching her assistant cutting away the last bastion of the girls unfashionable purity.
"Trixie, send a cleaning crew to the Preparation Room right away. Thank you Trixie."
'It shouldn't be long now.' Thought Judith as she enjoyed watching Sheila remove the white bras from the girls and seen what excellent material she had to work with.
Just as Sheila had all of the girls smelly clothes in a plastic bag there was a knock on the door. Judith looked at her watch and her eyebrows went up in surprised. 'That was fast!' she thought to herself. And then watched as Sheila opened the door and allowed four nondescript maids in.
Judith began swivelling back and forth in her chair waiting anxiously to see these four cleaning maids in action. Something she never got tired of watching.
Sheila too was eager to watch. It never ceased to amaze her how four women could act as one, well trained, synchronous team in preforming a single job so quickly and efficiently, given their extreme uniforms and ultra high heels.
All four of them were dressed in black rubber catsuits. With the only part to their rubber encasement that wasn't black was the white ruffled trim of their shiny latex maids caps and abbreviated aprons. The rest of their very attractive bodies were completely cover by the thick black rubber, which looked as though it was painted on them, layer after layer after layer. Even their eyes were covered by some kind of clear plastic lense that was needed for them to see through and get about. The only holes that could barely be seen were for them to breathe through, right underneath each nostril. And speaking of holes, all three of their major orifices were plugged by some sort of rubber phallus, whose size and shape matched the given hole they were pushed into, somewhat tightly of course. It was truely amazing how their entire unique identities were so over shadowed by what they wore that they all looked as if they were cloned from the same generic rubber maid.
To see the rubber maids in action was really an awesome sight to behold. All Sheila had to do to get them started was to point and they were on their way. Heidi was the first "object" to be cleaned. And considering that the cleaning crew was called out to clean practically anything, they reacted to everything as if it was simply another "object" to be washed up, human or not.
When Heidi first caught sight of the weird human-like black creatures she was both frighten and curious. Frighten becuse their artificial presents were soon all around her, and curious becuase she didn't know what they were about to do to her. But it didn't take long for her curiosity to be quenched, literally.
One maid walked right up to the front of Heidi's head, gently grasp one of her eyelids by the long lashes and pulled it all the way up. Heidi squealed out in panic as the maid then put two drops of some ointment to protect her eyes from getting stung and red by their soap. She did the same to the other eye as wellto which Heidi again made the terrifying sounds of a woman who through she had just been blinded for life.
But once Heidi had worked the ointment throughout her eyes and could begin to see again, her panic began to dampen. That is, until she seen two maids with four soap filled sponges, one for each hand, approach her head again.
It was like watching a car wash in progress. They started at her head, covering it completely in a big white foamy froth. Then they went down her body, one on each side, rubbing those big sea sponges in every nook and cranny they could find. The whole process would have been a fun experience for Heidi if she wasn't so frighten and trying to see and breathe through all those tiny bubbles hanging over her face.
All of a sudden Heidi let out with a high pitch squeal. The result of the washing maids having reached her pussy and rear entry with undue modesty. And even though the sponges were as soft as a pillow and saturated with a warm fragrant skin softening soap, the maids were far too callous and conscientious in making sure all of her holes were throughly clean for Heidi to enjoy a single moment of it.
The endpoint of the wash cycle was when each maid finished washing the bare soles of Heidi's feet, which of course Heidi reacted to as her normally ticklish self would.
It took only a minute before the washing maids had changed over to becoming the rinse maids now. And these two were quickly followed by the other two maids who were responsible for collecting all the watery refuse that was channeled by the table's drip channel, as well as some minor drippings on and around the floor area. There was a single shop vac with two hoses for these sucking maids to use and make sure everything was kept all nice tidy.
Heidi didn't react much to being rinsed off, for the water was warm and she no longer had to deal with those damn soap bubbles on her face. She did however have to deal with her long sopping wet hair covering her face and constantly dipping water into her eyes. But again, this did not last long for now the rinse maids had become the drying maids. The drying maids used two big white bath towels to dry her hair and skin. And as soon as Heidi'd head was gone over vigorously with a towel, another maid came in right after her with a hair dryer. Much of this maid's time was spent in drying and combing Heidi's hair into something reasonably becoming. But once that was done, the maid used the dryer on the rest of her body just like a blower on a car wash would before she was all nice and squeaky clean.
The maids did a final quick going over of the object and the surrounding area that the object was displayed upon. They were trained not to leave until everything was dry and cleaned. Then they moved over to Katie, the other "object" that needed a thorough cleaning as well.