A Bit of Quality Girl Time!

Inga told you you had ten minutes in which to massage her feet and watch the torturing commence, before you have your head inserted into the womens toilet for two hours - and she made clear that this was only the first part of your punishment.

The new prisoners were being examined - the girls were particularly interested in seeing what their penis and balls were like. Some of them were given early fist-access to the prisoners - these were the ones who were in charge of disseminating any potentuially useful intelligence of these fallen losers.

Emma Peel was given another man to 'practice her moves' on - It was a Spanish sweettallking gigalo from the previous batch - he had been of good use in both dungeons for three long weeks, but as he said something no man should ever say to a woman, he is now going to be finished off by Emma Peel.

Before the fight, this creep was pushed into the arena, he was tied up in two places, his wrists were cuffed behind his back & his ankles were tied together. This is how he had been kept, and there was no reason to free him now. Six girls watched from a bench, all sitting on mens faces, and cheering Emma on eagerly and enthusiastically.

Emma had her hair in a pony tail, she was wearing knuckle only boxing gloves and the pointiest shoes ever. AS always her strides were incredably elegant, and they struck fear into Jose's heart. "Let this fight begin!" said Inga from the side.

Emma Peel strode up to this creep and looked him in the eyes, contemtfully. You could tell that he was about to fall onto his knees and beg for mercy. But Emma needed to practice her moves, and mercy was something this guy did not deserve.

So she grabbed him by one ear, drove that pointy shoe of hers deep into his nuts, then stood on two feet again, then kicked him in the guts, then kicked him in the balls again, his crotch and his guts were in incredible pain and he was not breathing at the moment, so stunned was he from the impact. Then Emma made him look at the fallen opponent with the piano wire all around his head and neck. "See that over there? ... You're going to WISH you had been given such a light ending bastardo!"

This is when her fists started coming into play. Her fists connected with his jaw, his cheek, his forehead, all over his chest, his lips, his eyes, his entire face. Teeth were sent flying, lips, cheeks and nose started bleeding, bones were shattering with every impact. He was taking ahell of a beating! And it just kept on going, it was so fast, so relentless and so from every direction that he neverhad time to fall off his feet, until the ultimate nose and skull-breaker punch landed in him, sending him to the floor. There was a big cheer from the spectators, who were bouncing up and down on their face-seats: "Yeeeaahhh! You go, girl!"

"You can kiss these goodbye!" Emma said, standing over the fallen man and treading onto his aching balls, twisting her boot on them as if putting out a cigarette. Then she wrapped her legs around him and put him in a very hard head scissor hold, one that he would not live to see the release of. It was like on the Headscissors and scissorvixens yahoo group sites. As she pressed her legs together around his head, the whole skull started to crunch, then she readjusted her angle to ensure that his final demise would be as a result of one of her legs squeezing from the front of his neck and one from the back, a good clean **** out, much appreciated by the spectators, who were sending girl-juice-dribble all over their face seats.

You then followed Inga and Brigitte downstairs to one of the dungeons. You were going to have to walk through the length of it to get to your toilet position. What you had seen Emma do to that man had made you feel like worshipping all women's legs, butts, fists, feet, hips, intellect, the works.

Brigitte opens the door.

It was a cozy-looking, chilled-out place, a lot of women were sitting on men's faces.
Men were struggling a little and one was trying to speak "Hmm hmmm hmmm.." , but nobody cared what he wanted, and all the struggling earned them a hard slapping. Other slaves were hanging from two chains, their balls all bruised and red, some were being kicked in the balls as you went past them, the girls who were administering this smiled and waved cheerfully at Brigitte as she went past, then they threw a longing stare at you, clearly looking at you like you should be there hanging from those chains too.

At all times men were getting whipped and beaten, and they were screaming from agony. They hung from chains as Bullwhips cracked across their backs, and more girls were taking aim at their ****, exposed balls, clearly visible through their white briefs.

Everything so far looked just like it had done four days ago ...

Girls were traveling in and out of this castle all the time to have access to these plaything men, so there always girls who come here to "unwind”. The women never get tired of being cruel.

In a dark corner, a group of women were lying in bed having a nap, their mattress consisted wholly of a layer of men that they were lying on

Near them were a group of girls sitting on men's chests, softly stroking them all over with all fingers outstretched, some were clawing deep imprints in a mans chest using her fingernails.

Susan walked up to a pair of young women around 23 years old. They had very long shiny blonde hair, like shampoo models, one curly and one straight, and their noses and lips and cheeks were perfect. They looked athletic and beautiful, and were wearing only white lace underwear. One had cleavage of perky young breasts, the other had large, well-developed tits. A bullwhip was in each left hand, and they were using it on four men at once, swinging REAL hard each time. Each whack made a HUGE noise and hit all four men's backs hard, making all four shreek. In the other hand, one was holding a butt-mutilator, waiting for the right moment to push it in; and the other girl was wearing a big red boxing glove.

A row of girls was practicing her knee-to-the-groins on the unfortunate newly captured line-up of men, kneeing them ever so hard. "You're doing well, only nine and a half more hours of this left for you today .... and if you're bad, you go into Emma's arena of ****, as you know. Do you want that? Huh? ...."

The men are enduring so much, you can't bear to look for long.

You turn your head to get one last good glimpse of all these wonderul goings on before you are ready to go in and accept your time on toilet duty, which you are kind of looking forward to, as you know how much it makes a girl grin cheekily and sincerely to know she's shitting or pissing on your head.

You turn to Inga and Susan and say .....

I am ready to accept my fate, to obey you, and to take the first part of my punishment like a man.

Meanwhile, Brigitte, Wonder Woman, Susan and Emma Peel climb into the WonderCraft for they are going on an urgent assignment ....