"Take off the dress," said Eric.

Avoiding his eyes, Alisha remained still. She wouldn't strip for him-she couldn't! Just a few minutes ago, she had had the beating of this stupid white boy, but now, thanks to Linda and the infernal obedience bracelet, Eric had instantly regained his confidence.

"I would advise you to do as Eric says," Linda warned her.

Alisha didn't move. She had been in this no-win situation so many times now that she knew her resistance would only make things worse, but she couldn't help herself. She looked away from Michelle's smirking face and braced herself for the coming shock. Maybe she could somehow withstand the pain. Wouldn't that be something? What would these arrogant white folk do then?

But when the agonizing electrical spike shot up her leg and through her body, all thoughts of disobedience evaporated. Before she even knew what had happened, she was lying on the ground with her back arched and her mouth stretched wide open in a soundless scream.

"Oops! I think I must have set the gauge a little too high!" Linda said with a slightly nervous giggle.

As the pain subsided, Alisha opened her eyes and saw Linda peering down at her.

"Are you okay, Precious?"

Of course I'm not okay! How could I be okay with any of this?

"Can you stand?" Linda said.

For a fleeting moment, Alisha sensed an opportunity to get out of this. She could feign injury! Linda had gone too far! Mr. Van Hook would most likely be furious with her! Maybe he would fire Linda and assign Yasmin as Alisha's new guardian!

Alisha groaned and shook her head.

Linda narrowed her eyes.

"Okay then, I'd better call for help."

Alisha watched her scroll through her phone, half expecting another shock, but instead Linda held her phone to her ear.

"Are you calling the medics?" Alisha said.

"No, I'm calling Mr. Higgins."

Alisha propped herself up on her elbows.

"Mr. Higgins?"

"That's correct," Linda said. "I have been instructed to call him in case of an emergency-and I assume that is what this is?"

"N-No! I think I'll be okay!" Alisha said, struggling to her feet.

Linda lowered her phone.

"Well, then-are you now ready to commence with your punishment?"

Alisha let out a low sigh of defeat and took hold of the hem of her frock. She gripped the cotton material in her fists and tried to summon up the courage to continue. She reminded herself that they had all seen her naked before anyway, but still she was unable to lift her arms. She chided herself for displaying her reluctance which would only heighten their amusement. She could do this. After all, it was hardly a new scenario. She had bared all for her many white tormentors so many times now that she had lost count.

She had a sudden flashback to the first time she had been forced to strip naked in front of a stranger-the day she had been summoned to Darius Nash's house. Now she recalled that terrible moment in graphic detail-the beginning of her journey into hell. She remembered how she had been physically unable to raise her sweater as the old pervert had counted to three. Only when he had moved to send the blackmail images to her employers had she hurriedly complied. Standing before him in her jeans and bra, the sick bastard had made her suffer even further by quizzing her about her background and personal life. When he had ordered her to remove her jeans, she had only been able to manage it by drawing upon her inner fury and contempt for him. Then, standing before him in just her underwear, Nash had delayed the inevitable by interrogating her further, probing into her mind and her soul. After making her remove her panties, he had ordered her to place her hands behind her head, showing a bizarre interest in her then-smooth armpits. Then he had forced her to remove her bra and he had produced the painful nipple clamps attached to a metal chain that he had made her clench between her teeth. Next, holding her breasts up by her teeth, she had been marched naked out to his back yard where her former friend, Annabel, had been on gardening duty wearing nothing but a revealing swimsuit-and by the time that terrible day was over, Alisha's life would never be the same again.

Now the same sense of outrage and disgust revisited her as she finally raised her frock up to her waist, exposing her thick and untidy pubic bush. Michelle tittered and Eric's mouth hung open. Alisha paused with her frock bunched up beneath her mammoth breasts.

"Get on with it, Precious," Linda said. "We all have things to do today."

Alisha pulled the cotton material forward and her breasts bounced freely in the cool air. Then she worked her arms through the sleeve holes, pulled the frock over her head, and lowered her arms to the side. Here she was again, standing naked in front of the smiling white people. She had been forced to do this so many times that it should have become second nature by now-so why wasn't it?

"Oh, look-she has nipple rings too!" Michelle giggled.

Alisha wanted to close her eyes but that would merely show them her shame, and she didn't want to give them that. She couldn't bring herself to look at them however, so she fixed her gaze a foot above their heads and set her jaw.

"So how would you guys like to punish Precious?" Linda said.

There was a pause and Alisha braced herself for the answer.

Then Eric said, "Well, first we want to know where she is hiding her drugs."

"So go ahead and tell her what to do," Linda said. "She will obey you now."

Eric cleared his throat. "Precious, I'm going to check you for illegal drugs now. I want you to stand with your legs apart and your arms out wide-and put your shoulders back and push your chest out!"

Alisha looked up at the sky as she adopted the demeaning pose. She had totally lost this battle now-all she could do was try not to give them to pleasure of crying in front of them. She wavered on unsteady legs for a moment, wondering how long she was going to have to stand like this.

"Her underarms are as hairy as her pussy!" Michelle tittered.

Linda said, "Well, aren't you going to search her, Eric?"

Eric swallowed and stepped forward, and in spite of herself, Alisha watched as he took hold of her nipple rings. She felt the panic rising in her gut as he slowly pulled, lifting her heavy breasts away from her body and stretching out her nipples-she had learned that it didn't take a lot of stimulation to start her lactating these days!

Eric continued to raise her breasts until they were blocking her view of him-and to her horror, the pain in her nipples was triggering a rather pleasant effect between her legs! She let out a soft gargling sound from the back of her throat as saliva trickled down her chin.

"Damn, these jugs weigh a ton!" Eric said. "Do you see anything under there, Michelle?"

"Nope," Michelle said. "Maybe you should check inside her mouth."

Eric let Alisha's breasts fall back down with a slap, and Alisha gasped at the sweet throbbing sensation in her nipples.

"You heard Michelle," Linda said. "Open up and stick out your tongue."

What? I am not letting this douche bag look inside my mouth!

Alisha kept her lips firmly pressed together.

"Or would you like another zap?' Linda said.

Alisha wanted to scream with frustration, but there was no way she could tolerate that pain again, so she parted her lips.

"Wider," Linda said.

Hating herself, Alisha did as she was told and now she felt Eric's hot breath on her tongue as he peered inside. Somehow, this made her feel more defiled than having to strip naked.

"Nothing here either," Eric said, stepping away.

"Well, maybe she's hidden them in her arm hair," Michelle suggested.

You evil little bitch! Alisha thought. You're just having so much fun with this, aren't you?

Eric grinned and picked up the discarded broomstick. It was all Alisha could do to keep her arms out wide as he poked at her thick underarm air with the prickly bristles-but that was the least of her problems, right now!

"What's that white stuff coming from the ends of her nipples?" Eric said.

Alisha already knew what it was-and she let out a whimper of dismay.

"It's her milk, stupid!" Michelle laughed. "She's lactating!"