By Musker
(part 3)
"So be good for goodness sake"
Page 3
The time it took to do both girls was just under a half hour. And that included the cleaning of the tables and floor until they were all spotless. Sheila held the door open for the cleaning crew to leave and as each one passed by they each did a little curtsy as they were taught before leaving the presents of a superior. But before Sheila could close the door two regular French Maid dressed in the standard latex uniform with her gagged mouth and dildoed filled pussy came mincing in. Each was carrying a tray, but only one had anything on it and that one was covered by a cloth. Both of these maids did a little bow of subservience before walking into the center of the room and going into the standard maid's wait state.
"Ok Sheila, it's time to see exactly what we have to work with." And with that both Judith and Sheila walked over to Katie.
Katie's eyes flared out big as she intently watched each woman approach her and then disappear from her field of vision on either side of her. The pleasant lingering effect of her warm systematic body washing did little to diminish the premonition of inpending doom that was rising up inside of her. Her body jerked when she felt the first hand on her back as it slowly glided down along her spine and then circled her butt cheeks several times before ending with a full hard grasp of her sexy ass.
"This one looks in good shape Sheila!" As Judith punctuated her statement with a good hard smack on Katie's ass.
"Yes Ma'am, and she smells very good too." Now it was Sheila's turn to pet and rub the soon to be ponygirl. Only she was more interested in the girls thighs and calves like any trainer would.
"Yes she does. It must be from the soap. What is that scent anyway?" Judith was perplexed by the fragrant aromatic bouquet that seemed to engulf the girl. She then took a closer look at Katie's bung hole by grasping both of her butt cheeks and spreading them far apart. After seeing nothing but a healthy asshole that would probaly take a standard size plug she then lowered her line of sight to check out the girl's pussy lips. Katie began making soft fearful whimpering sounds as she could feel Judith gently playing with her hairy bush and then fingering her labia lips and the furrow between them.
"I think it's . . . Jasmine! Yes Ms. Davenport. It's Jasmine all right." Sheila was please in knowing the answer for her mentor question as she then turned her interests to Katie's hair.
Judith's interest also turned to the girl's head, and her breasts. One hand took a good size grasp of Katie's firm, above average, pendulous breast while the other ran her fingers through Katie's long beautiful red mane.
"Yes, I do believe your right Sheila. It is Jasmine. . . . And I think that will be a good name for this ponygirl too, Jasmine! Do you understand me ponygirl Jasmine?" Judith was addressing Katie, but she wanted to make sure Katie got her message loud and clear by pulling her hair back hard.
The pain in Katie's scalp caused her to squint her eyes tightly close. And in hopes of alleviating such a major discomfort, she instantly agreed with her tormentor via a series of quick short grunts.
"Good ponygirl!" Judith then released her firm grip and began petting Katie's head. "Then from now on you will respond to being called Jasmine. What do you think Sheila?" Judith asked her assistant with a lovely smile on her face while she continued to stroke the girl's thick head of beautiful fiery red hair.
"I like it Ms. Davenport. It fits her well. Much better than any of the other obvious names related to her lovely red hair, which is her natural color by the way." Now it was Sheila's turn to pull on Katie's hair, but her's was not hurtful. It was more like a gentle tugging as her fingers slowly made their way through her long wavy locks.
"True, and she really does have very attractive hair, . . . pity."
The smile on Sheila's face had suddenly disappeared when she heard the expressionless single word that ended her instructor's statement. She knew very well what Judith meant by the word "pity". Her own existence as a woman taught her how important a head of luscious silky hair was to a girl's identity, to her very place in society even. And as she looked upon the countless strands of long red silk flying through her fingers she felt a touch of sympathy for girl. "Pity", she whispered under her breath.
But Katie didn't know. Or at least her conscious mind would not permit it. But her unconscious sure did, as her stomach began feeling like it was all tied up into knots.
Judith then turned her attention to Heidi. A special warm feeling began to permeate her vengeful soul. She knew this was the girl who stole her red hat and was also responsible for throwing a snow ball right smack into her face. So under the guise of one turn deserves another, Judith was none too gentle in examining her next ponygirl.
The results of her touch upon Heidi's soft delicate flesh could be heard clear across the room. A series of vengeful smacks, grasps and pinches via Judith's skilled hands were each accompanied by their own equally expressive shrieks, grunts and painful wails by a very receptive and hurting Heidi. If Judith was after her pound of flesh in compensation of a debt due her, then she certainly was getting all that she deserved, and then some.
Heidi tried her best to move her butt away, which was about the only thing she could move about with any major degree. But her swaying from side to side like a happy little puppy dog seem to egg Judith on even more. So much so that Heidi could hear her tormentor giggle and laugh like a school girl when she was able to lay a good hard one right on target. Thus Heidi's conscious act to avoid further abuse upon her bottom soon became an unconscious act to fan the pain away like the rubbing a sore arm.
After a few minutes Judith was finally through. Which left Heidi covered with numerous red blotches from her ordeal. Her hind quarters got the brunt of it though. But was it really Judith's fault that she got a little over zealous back there? Heidi had the most incredibly rear end that seemed to be made especially for a good ass whipping. It was all so big, and round, and smooth, and it even quivered so delightfully when given a resounding hard smack. But the best part of it was in how it glowed afterwards. It was just like the nose on Rudolph the reindeer, all so dazzling bright and ever so VERY red.
After her butt, Heidi's nipples and breasts got a little extra special attention from Judith's critical eye and hands as well. Even though they were basically the same size and shape as Katie's, Katie's never got the same extensive going over as Heidi's did.
It was probably do to how Judith was feeling at the time. She just spent a really good satisfying time tanning Heidi's ass to no end. Thus her desire for revenge had been appeased, for now at least. But she was still running in a highly charged emotional state. So when she caught sight of those two bountiful breasts hanging and swaying in the breeze like that, she naturally became enamored to them. And being the aggressive woman in virtually all her life's passions, she attacked Heidi's two floating orbs with the same fanaticism as she did with her butt.
Of course Heidi didn't like this one little bit. Having her breasts sensuously rubbed, massage and squeezed repeatedly, especially by another "woman" was something that was as difficult for her to take, mentally, as was the physical abuse to her rear end. But what could she do? She was laid prone on all fours, unable to move and at the hand, will and desire of an obvious over sex lesbian. And she was completely powerless to do anything about it. Except to moan and groan her displeasure and frustration that only seemed like erotic love cooing to her nemesis's kinky ears. And if Heidi ever wondered how a cow felt being milked by the groping of her teats, she didn't have to any longer. The long sliding stretch and pull of her nipples, starting from their base all the way to the tip, was a very disconcerting feeling for her. Part of her liked it, as it somehow stimulated something sexually inside of her right on down to her pussy. But another part of her felt so very embarrassed and humiliated having to be on all fours and "woman" handled in the same way as a dairy cow was giving her mornings quart of milk.
But eventually Judith's interest in Heidi's body was pacified. That and having a long list of things to do, places to go and people to see before she could rest her weary bones in the soft warm confines of her bed for the night. So she decided to get things going by turning her interest towards Heidi's hair, pussy hair that is.
Judith simply reached over to Heidi's dense bush and selected a single long hair and jerked it out.
Heidi instantly contracted her gut in response, while making a muffled high pitch squeak at the same time. She so wanted to rub herself there, to rub the pain away, but the hard stainless steel clamps kept her as she was. It was Sheila who took some pity on the poor girl and began rubbing her there. Around the pubic area. Just above her hood, and soon around the top and side of it. With a light circular motion. And . . .
"Sheila, come here and take a look at this." Judith was under the main over head lamp holding up the pubic hair and staring at it.
"Yes Ma'am" Sheila answered back a bit disappointed that she couldn't continue masturbating the girl. But Heidi sure wasn't.
"Do you see this? The color I mean. It looks lighter. Here I'll show you."
And with that Judith took a strain of hair from Heidi's head and yanked it out by the root as well. Again Heidi gave an audible response to having more of her rich brown hair suddenly removed, all be it this time the pain was not as bad, nor the indignity she suffered from winched it was taken from.
"You see? Just as I thought! One is not the same shade as the other. Which means this is totally unacceptable. We simply cannot use these two as ponygirls like this. That's all there is to it!"
Immediately a ray of hope warmed the hearts of both girls. A slight imperfection like that was going to save them from public ridicule. Thank goodness for Ms. Davenport's critical eye and sense for perfection. Soon they will be set free and all will be right with the world once more. Or so both girls thought. But Sheila didn't.
And oh how hard it was for Sheila to keep a straight sober look on her face. For she knew of her mentor's tormenting ways by playing on the two girls hopes like she was.
"My oh my, and to think we almost let this happen. Remember now Sheila, in the future, to always check for a good clean match, otherwise . . ." She purposely let her words end like that and let the silence fill the gap and heighten the suspense for the girls in question. Then as the few short seconds ticked away like minutes Judith ended the heart pounding unknown by adding an element of bone chilling horror to fill it with in three little words.
"Sheila, the device!"
"Yes Ma'am" And as Sheila removed the cloth from the tray that one of the maids was holding at attention in front of her. Katie and Heidi tried desperately to see what Ms. Davenport's assistant was getting for her, for them!
But it was no use. Sheila was too far back and out of view for even their peripheral vision to see. All they could do was to listen very carefully for any clues that might have given them some indication as to what it was. It took only the amount of time for Sheila to remove the device from the metal tray and then test it by switching it on and off for the two girls to discover what they feared the most was indeed true. They heard it buzz!
"Here you are Ma'am. Fully charged, sharp as a razor and all ready to go."
Judith reached for it and slowly brought it towards her, right pass Heidi's bulging eyes. She began inspecting it up close to Heidi's face to make sure the girl could see it in all it's nasty details. Heidi could not keep from staring at it like driving by a horrible accident, she had to look and keep looking until Judith turned it on. That buzzing again caused her to blink and come out of her panic stricken trace. And when the clippers were moved again, she did not follow it with her eyes, but instead closed them and let the tears that were slowly forming in her eyes begin to flow out and over her very sad cheeks.
Heidi knew there was no escape. If she tried like before to struggle relentless it would only mean more excruciating pain for her. She remembered that the shocker was set at level 5 now, and level 4 was a bad enough experience to last her a life time. 'Better to suffer the emotional humiliating grief of being sheared like a sheep then to experience the actual physical pain of having my muscles turned into jell-O,' she thought to herself in hopes that it might help her accept the inedible. But when she felt the physical vibrations of the clippers touching the front of her head and then slowly being pushed through the dense growth of her beautiful hair, all the way to the back of her head, nonstop tears and shrieks of panic stricken devastation filled the air. She thought that she was only going to loose her pussy bush, not her precious head of brown beautiful hair! And then the tears ran down her cheeks like a sudden down pour of rain.
While Judith did the cutting, Sheila did her best to collect what was cut away and then placed it on the empty tray held by the other maid. Judith was taking her time and being very systematic with her progress. She made sure one path, one harvested row of radiant long tresses, was cut to the very nubs from front to back before she stared on the next adjacent tract. That's the way she did things sometimes, performing a task in a slow methodical manner with an eye for detail. Especially when there was so much pleasure to be reaped from such an endeavor. And this one was the absolute best! Taking away another woman's pride and joy, the very heart of her femininity no less, while she was powerless to do anything about it made her craving for revenge feel almost satiated.
Sheila could easily see the realized satisfaction on her mentor's face. And as a result, she too felt a certain level of shared pleasure in empathizing with her boss's joy as she carefully stacked one bundle after another of dark brown hair on the polished silver tray. Katie too was sympathizing with her dear friend, as she too echoed her friends sadness and desolation with tears and groans of misery.
In all, the time it took to remove the entire crown of Heidi's womanly virtue was less than a quarter hour. Not nearly long enough to suit Judith's taste, but far too long for the now brush cut Heidi not to continue to grieve over.
Judith handed the deactivated clippers over to Sheila while she used both of her eager awaiting hands to stroke and rub the clear cut forest of her depressed foe. She positively loved the feel of it! The tiny little hairs that stood up like so many tree stumps now. It tickled her to no end to race her hands over the soft, round, ball-like surface that was now Heidi's fuzz covered head. She kept moving her hands back and forth along the sides just above the ears that now look so funny as they stuck out like sore thumbs from the sides of her head. And then making big and small circles over and around the crown of the Heidi's head, going so fast that she could feel heat building up from the friction. Something that Heidi felt too, but did not respond in the same playful giddy way that Judith did.
Katie strained her eyes to the very corners of their sockets to see what she heard as the bitter/sweet going on's next to her. But what she could see was that of Judith having the time of her life at her friend's obvious expense. Something that made her very ill, because she knew that she would soon be next.
As with all good things, this too had to come to an end, for Judith at least. The evening was rapidly getting late and she wanted these two out of preparation tonight and into bed as soon as possible. This way they could be well rested and ready to be trained first thing in the morning. Thus it was necessary that things moved quickly from this point on. Plus there was the fact that Judith still had many managerial decisions to make with her other departments. Things were mounting up and Judith knew the only way a good manger could deal with them without going crazy was to delegate.
So Judith needed to delegate the task of cutting Katie's hair and shaving both girls heads and pussies to Sheila. This way she could catch up on some work using the workstation terminal and keep an eye on Sheila at the same time.
But after Sheila finished clipping Katie's hair, Judith found that this current situation was just not adequate for her. There were area's and people of her underground organization that she just had to be with in person. So what she really needed was to be in two places at once, but that was a child's fantasy wish. Then there was a knock on the door.
Both free women looked at one another as if to question the other as to whether they were expecting someone. Then Judith gave her assistant a nod of the head to go see who it was.
As soon as Sheila opened the door and seen who it was she took an alarming step back. Immediately Judith stood up from her chair and looked at her assistant's who was now standing straight as a rail and still gawking at whoever was in the hallway.
"Sheila! Who is it?" she asked in a clear loud voice from across the room.
Sheila turned her head and looked over at Judith. Her face was glowing with an unspeakable surprise. Judith could see her mouth moving, but no words or sounds were coming from it.
The door was a little more open now, but it was still blocking Judith's view.
Judith could not stand the suspense any longer. So she walked around the workstation, down the center aisle between the two fuzz head sniveling girls, took hold of the door knob and briskly opened the door the rest of the way.
Now she could see why her assistant was reacting so. For there, standing directly in front of her, was a fat old man that reminded her of Santa Claus in a three piece suit, bowler hat and a well trimmed white beard. He had a smile on his face that was beaming nothing but joy and happiness.
"Sir Winfred!" Judith said with a certain school girl charm and adoration.
The man that her receptionist told her was coming to see her was now here. He was also the man that Judith believed was going to save the day for her, if she played her cards right.
As she held out her hand in eager welcoming friendship she thought to herself, ''Tis the Season for wishes to come true.'
Can Judith talk Sir Winfred into working his magic with the two girls? And what other things are in need of Judith's personal interest?
Stay tune!