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arousal, pushing down into the hand pleasuring her.   Just as the climax released, stepmother’s arm let her go, and she gripped Jenna’s chin and stared into the miserable girl’s eyes.   In the height of her spasm, Cynthia pinched her swollen clit between two nails and smiled when the girl shrieked in agony.   “I did not give you permission to cum, Belladonna.”
    Jenna’s hips were thrusting in a frantic effort to remove the pinching claws and complete her orgasm.   Behind the gag, she wailed and screamed in frustration, and when her body calmed and the sexual need had subsided, she looked at Cynthia in terror.   She had never met a woman with so much self-assurance and control.
    Cynthia walked back to the cabinet and she returned with another patch.   While she placed the burning concoction on Jenna’s sore pussy, she rubbed a hand across her quivering bottom.   “Sloan will be here in the morning to begin your training.   If I leave you hanging, you may be too tired to do a good job for him.   Would you like to be taken down?”
    Jenna trembled and nodded.   Please… yes, oh god, please.
    “Then, I will remove the gag first, and you will say ‘Stepmother, how can this slave attend you?’   Do you understand, Belladonna?”
    Slave?   Flowers?   Oh, god.   Jenna nodded.   She felt the woman unbuckle the horrible gag, and when it slipped free she stood in front of Jenna, waiting.   Jenna’s throat was raw and her mouth was dry, but she managed to rasp, “How can I attend you?”
    There was a measure of victory in the woman’s eyes.   “No, Belladonna.   ‘Stepmother, how can this slave attend you?’   That is the proper address,” Cynthia corrected.   She insisted on the entire debasing statement to make the weed declare its unworthiness to be cultivated.   Only then, would she consider it a new bud ready for training.
    Jenna felt her tears on her cheeks and she trembled, but she managed to say, “Stepmother, how can this slave attend you?”
    Cynthia smiled and Jenna shivered even more.   “When I lower the chain and unhook your hands, I want them behind your back.   If you do not do this, Belladonna, you will be punished.”
    Plans of trying to overpower the woman and run out of the room were forgotten quickly.   Jenna knew she could not get away and she was terrified what punishment she would suffer.   For now, the thought of the relief from finally lowering her arms was too great.   As soon as she was unhooked from the chain, she put her wrists behind her back.   She felt her cuffs latched together and another chain secured them to the back of her collar.   Jenna realized this was probably done to keep her from ripping the burning patch off her crotch.
    With a firm grip… Jenna noticed the tall woman was easily as strong as the men who had held her… Cynthia guided her slowly on her stiff legs to a cage in the corner.   It was only three feet high, but long enough for a small mattress with a blanket.   Jenna sank to her knees.   She was so tired, and if she was in the cage, she was separated from further torment for now.   She crawled onto the mattress and watched the woman go back to the cabinet.   A few minutes later she returned with two small bowls.   One had water, the other had some creamy liquid in it.   “As you progress with your training, your menu will change.”
    Cynthia locked the cage and walked to the door.   “The bowls will be empty by morning.”
    They woman stared at her, waiting.   Finally, Jenna croaked out, “Yes, stepmother.”
    Cynthia smiled, switched off the light, and locked the heavy wooden door behind her.
    Jenna found the bowls, and in the terrifying, silent darkness she lapped the liquid until the metal sides were clean and dry.   Her mind could only focus on following the woman’s orders and maybe avoiding more torture.   She curled up on the mattress, and using her teeth and legs she managed to get the blanket around her.