The Breaking of Kitty Pt6

Kitty looked at her silently from the floor, her mind still blank with shock from the beating.

‘Now,’ said Maisie in a business like voice, ‘Breakfast.’

She sat down next to Kitty, lifted the tea to Kitty’s mouth and fed it to her, holding her head off the floor at the limit of the chain. Kitty drank for a second and then spat it out; forgetting herself for a second.

‘It’s cold!’

Maisie shrugged. ‘Take it or leave it. And address me as Ma’am.’

Their eyes locked for a second, but it was Kitty who looked away first.

‘Ma’am?’

‘Yes?’

‘I really need to go to the toilet.’

‘Try again.’

Kitty frowned in confusion, then realised her mistake.

‘Ma’am, this slave needs to go to the toilet.’ She paused and then added, ‘If it pleases you, Ma’am.’

‘Better,’ said Maisie. ‘Eat first then you can go.’

Kitty nodded in gratitude. Maisie smiled sweetly as she placed the bowl, covered with a pretty napkin, next to the floor hook.

‘You’ll need to get up on to your knees and elbows to eat,’ she said, helpfully. Kitty was starving; she’d last eaten over 36 hours previously and the breakfast smells from the kitchen had only added to her hunger. Awkwardly, she rolled onto her belly, dragging her knees up under her hips and shuffling her elbows until her head was over the bowl and her elbows on either side. Maisie pulled away the napkin as though she was serving up the finest caviar. The smell of the brown mush hit Kitty’s nose and she recoiled.

‘It’s edible and that’s all that matters,’ said Maisie from above her. ‘And if you don’t eat it now, I’ll bring it back for lunch. And then supper. So you will eat it eventually, except it will only smell even worse by then.’

Kitty choked back a sob of despair and dipped her head into the bowl. Somehow, she managed to ignore the smell and the taste which was, if possible, even worse. Using her tongue to scoop up the glop, she slowly ate the meal, although a good deal of it ended up smeared over her face. She could see Maisie’s booted foot tapping with impatience next to her head.

‘Hurry up. The toilet window closes in three minutes.’

Kitty pushed her face further into the bowl, and licked it clean.

‘Well done, slut.’ Maisie took the bowl away and unhooked the floor chain, pushing Kitty back onto her haunches in a kneeling position with her hands tucked under her chin. A voice from behind them made both women jump. M stood in the doorway with a nasty smile on his face.

‘Aw, doesn’t she look sweet! Like a puppy learning to beg,’ he sniffed the air theatrically, ‘But a puppy generally smells a whole lot better!’

Kitty was suddenly aware of all the odours on her body—vomit, food, urine and the pungent sweat of terror that coated her. She hung her head in embarrassment.

Maisie said, ‘Well, Boss, this puppy is about to use the luxury lavatory facilities so the smell will get an awful lot worse.’

With that she lifted Kitty under the armpits and ‘walked’ her across to the manhole cover in the corner of the room. Propping Kitty up against the wall, she removed the metal cover and set it aside.

‘Okay,’ she said, ‘Time to empty your bowels and bladder.’

She moved Kitty so that she was held in a sitting position over the sewer entrance. Kitty was mortified; they were expecting her to perform the most private acts while they watched.

‘I can’t,’ she mumbled, her face stained red with humiliation.

‘Yes, you can,’ said M sharply, ‘Otherwise you will be fed laxatives until you sleep in your own shit. Now do it.’

Burning with shame, Kitty did as she was told with her eyes closed, wishing she could fall down the hole along with the waste from her body.

‘Don’t bother with paper, Maisie,’ said the man. ‘I’m going to give this stinking whore a wash so you can leave the cover off.’ Maisie nodded and set Kitty down on the floor next to the manhole.

‘I’ve put the cage upstairs ready for you to assemble; I’ll take over now.’

Maisie left, taking the empty bowl with her. M came into the room, carrying a short rubber hosepipe which he connected to the cold water tap. Kitty knew what was coming and began to scream.

‘No, no…….aaarrrgh!!’ as he turned the freezing water on her at full blast. He started at her head, playing the stream on her face as she gasped and writhed from the shock of the cold. Soon she was spitting and choking as the jet was concentrated on her mouth, dislodging the food stuck around her lips and nose. He enjoyed the sight immensely, watching her skin go white with cold, throwing the purple welts and black bruises from the earlier beating into sharp relief. After a few minutes she slumped back, numb and exhausted.

‘Turn over,’ he ordered and she obeyed, forcing her face against the rough wall as he narrowed the end of the hose by covering it with his thumb, increasing the force of the water as it hit her back and then down to her genitals. Finally he switched off the tap and hooked the hose in a neat loop.

‘That’s better,’ he said, stepping carefully over the puddles and pulling Kitty to her feet by her collar.