It nestled in the palm of her hand. Awe filled her eyes and her red hair flashed with fire for a moment. The energy washed around me and mixed with my...light. For a moment, the pink burned red before the energy passed us by.“It’s a piece,” Angela whispered. “The handle and the hilt.” She touched the ruby then the branching arms of the crossguard. “The pommel is missing, and the blade, but we’ve found the first piece.”“Only four more to go.” Excitement beat in my heart. If this small fragment. “Ow! God, no! Stop!”“Count!” said ‘Father Brian’, bringing the rope down again.CRACK!“OW! Oh God—eight! No—nine! Oh, stop! Please! I’m sorry! I’m so sorry!”Jane thought that the rope was too thick and too soft to be all that painful—certainly not compared with a wooden baton or a metal ruler, for instance. Nevertheless she could now see faint welts beginning to rise on Chrissy’s previously smooth, if reddened, bottom. And even though she had never seen her own welts after being. “Good girl, you are a very obedient teacher, Ms. Lodge,” he said, patting my ass condescendingly. “Ever take a cock in your ass, Ms. Lodge?” Back into acting mode, I pleaded, “No, Michael, shove that big cock of yours in teacher’s cunt.” He chuckled as he rubbed his cockhead at my puckered backdoor. Even though I feigned resistance, the thought of his cock in my ass was delicious. He slowly pushed forward, penetrating my ass and I whimpered, still the teacher and not the slutty Mother who. He smilesat me then looks at Janice, "Overseers?" Sorry, that's the name we gave the non-milk producing subjects. Ourresearch showed that pairing the subjects with a dominant partner provedto produce more milk than any other combination."She looks up at him, then at Peter, "Oh I almost forgot!" She rushes backinto the indoctrination room and reveals a cabinet hidden in the wallbetween the two chairs. As we're about catch up to her, she turns aroundholding an ear tag and some sort of application.