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traverse the house without going through the main sections and rooms.   A door towards the end opened up to a kitchen where two cooks and a naked serving girl were working.
    “Other two aren’t down yet, Dawson.   Good morning, Sienna.”
    “Good morning, Lucille.   You don’t mind if we tie them off and have our coffee?”
    “No miss.   I’ll wait until the other two show up to feed them, if that’s all right.”
    “That would be fine,” Dawson responded.
    “Lucille, this is Andrea.   If she misbehaves, she enjoys a little smack to correct her,” Sienna said as she pushed Andrea down to her knees and chained the front of her collar to the wall, with her welted bottom resting on her calves.
    “Do you have a rag?” Dawson asked.   Fallon felt herself being pushed down next to Andrea and clipped to the wall.   “This is Fallon, Lucille.   She has a loose pussy and I’m afraid she’ll leak my juice all over your clean floor.”
    Lucille noticed the girl shudder and heard a sob of humiliation.   Those were always her favorite, though a wooden spoon would certainly find Andrea’s bottom before breakfast was through.   Lucille spread a rag beneath Fallon and hissed, “If that big pussy of yours drips, it had better be on that rag.”
    Dawson ordered, “You both are to obey the cooks in our absence, and there will be absolutely no talking or breakfast is over and the gags go back in.”   The wet sponges were finally removed from their mouths, but other than quivering sniffles, the girls did not plead or speak.   Andrea and Fallon stared at each other, commiserating their disgrace with the situation.
    A few minutes later, Courtney and Megan were led in.   Courtney had an old cloth diaper with oversized pins and a bib that read, ‘I pee myself’.   Her big blue eyes were red from crying, and the look of innocence on the small girl made Lucille’s pussy clench and moisten.   She was thrilled to have two humiliations to work with, and she waited for Brian to announce Megan’s talent.   Lucille noticed the slightly glazed look of overwhelming senses, a sign of shutting down.   So soon?   Too bad.   “Salvageable?”
    “I don’t think so, Lucille.   She’s just slow and needs to figure out how to assimilate.   I think she’s going to wind up either being boringly accepting of everything when she snaps out of it, or a total loss.   Can you have the slave feed her if she doesn’t get the hang of it?”
    “Yes, Brian.   I’ll have the girl tend to her after your breakfast is served.”
    The girls knelt and Lucille put ceramic bowls in front of them.   Cold oatmeal was plopped into them, with no milk or sugar.   What the mash did contain was a daily dose of birth control and extra powdered nutrients that they would need for the stamina required for training.   A small bowl of water was placed between Andrea and Fallon to share, and another between Courtney and Megan.   Lucille said, “I’d go easy on the water, little miss diaper.”   Courtney issued another of her endless sobs with her big blue eyes spilling tears, and Lucille thought the pale, fragile creature was lovely.
    Megan merely stared at the concrete block wall in front of her, until halfway through breakfast when she suddenly balked and pulled back against her collar and chain, screaming in terror.   “Let me go… oh, god… I don’t belong here.”
    Megan was shrieking and straining, knocking into Courtney and causing her to wail again, until Brian dashed into the room and jammed the sponge back into her mouth.   “That was quick,” he grinned.
    Lucille shrugged.   “Guess she missed her friends.   You want her food sent up to your room later?”
    Brian was busy short chaining Megan to the wall so her nose touched the stones and she could not thrash around.   “That would be fine.”   He rose and walked back to the dining room.
    The three other petrified women ceased their crying and tried to return to