The most vocal of the workers were two former Girl Scouts called Heather Three and Jolene. The name of Heather Three was assigned by the headquarters ...ecause there were two other Heathers in the summer camp and each one had to be identified by more than just their first name. When there were two scouts with the same name they just used the first initial of their last name like Robert B. and Robert S. It seemed to work rather well in a typically unofficial way and there were no complaints thus. "Imitating the calls of wild creatures to lure them to you is harder than imitating the sounds of new words." Would you two like to learn the language of my country?" Jewel asked. "You or Lyssa could find it useful after this trip, if you decide to go with us instead of staying here to live in a village or trading town." That sounds like a great idea!" Lyssa's smile echoed Mak's agreement. He had been worrying about the problem of what would happen to them when the journey was over. Neither he. The girl was silent, her little chest moving up and down rapidly, her teary green eyes fixed on the ceiling, as to avoid the mocking faces of her abusers. And as lovely as it was to see the little bitch broken so badly already, when there was still so much to do, that was not what made Atavas truly smile. What made her smile was the fact that the perfect little bitch was still wearing her black bikini top and her tight little black sleeping shorts. Atavas’ followers were so loyal that they knew. There was a wire extending from the handle of the paddle that went over to a small box sitting on the floor near the slave. The wires from the nipple electrodes also went to the box.“This is an interesting paddle,” Master Rod said to the crowd and he swished it slowly through the air. “I am told it feels very much like a regular leather paddle, but there are sensors built into it that control that little box.” He was pointing at the box on the floor. “If I tap lightly,” he said as he lightly.