It was set to the hip hop station to force her to get up immediately and switch off the the fucking racket before leaping like a wounded gazelle from ...ed and dragging a brush through her auburn tangles, prepared to face another day educating the youth of America. As she reached for her noisy Zenith she came to an abrupt halt as bombastic horns and kettle drums blared through its tiny blown speakers, followed by the excited voice of the DJ."This is Marty McFly Swatter with the WHIP FM. What was it withhim and his damn one-track mind?"Although being a bitch wasn't so bad, it's good to be the real meagain," smiled the Master. "If I ever see those damn bitches again,they'll wish I hadn't. I don't know why I took so long to thinkof making a dumb wish to turn me back into myself again. It wasalmost too late when I finally figured it out." Yes, Master," I replied. I was still a little bummed out that myMaster had actually figured out a way to save us. It wasn't likehim at all. Of. Hawk gave no respite, barking, "Slave! On your feet! Stand in front of the desk facing the wall!" Holly hurriedly complied. She stood with her hands at her side. Her ass cheeks were visibly pinker than they were at the start of the lecture. Hawk spoke again, "Now, bend over! Elbows on the desk! Spread your legs! Head up!" As before, she quickly followed Hawk's instructions. She knew now that everyone in the audience could see her naked, hairless pussy peeking out between her pink ass cheeks.. The soldiers enjoyed drenching the women with the hoses telling them to take off all their clothing in order to get "clean". Most of the women didn't care anymore. They were happy to cool down with the water and rinse off the dirt of the filthy camp. Only the religious minded nuns voiced any objection to the treatment but they were silenced by the camp leaders to show the guards they were all obeying instructions.It was a known fact that Kitty Gallagher the self-professed camp slut was humping.