SPECIAL OPS - extract

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This woman was as sadistic as the man armed with the cattle prod. And yet her tone remained almost neutral. Like she was having a conversation with a vicar about the village fete. That was what made her so chilling. That was what made her, in lots of ways more scary than the man. There was this niceness about her that there wasn't about him. Like this thing where she could exist in plain sight, in the normal world whereas he maybe couldn't do that.

She got to her hands and knees once that shock had ebbed out of her rectal system and then she began to crawl away from the feet of the woman and towards the man who stood with his snake like cock still dripping his own sexual drool and semen. That instruction to 'sniff' might have been a simple one. But it was also one that was deeply degrading. Sally was a young woman, a petite and elegant woman with her whole life in front of her and yet what she had to do next was so degrading and dehumanising to her that she felt like shrivelling up and dying. But when she thought about the pain that had accompanied the stab into her asshole with that cattle prod, it was a no brainer.

"Good girl. See I knew you could do it. I just knew it."

It was like this woman was talking to a toddler that had just taken his, or her first steps unaided. And Sally was sniffing. She'd crawled up to the waiting man, and she'd tilted her head so that she could sniff from different angles and that seemed to please this woman.

"That's good. Make everything you do under instruction, a 'show' for whoever might be watching. Make it like this was what you were meant to do. Make it like this is what you live to do."

And she recrossed her legs as she watched Sally. There was that signature 'rasp' when nylon rubbed against nylon. But for Sally she had to 'sniff' that hanging, thick, snake like cock as though she was some sort of animal, or creature. She would have never remembered suffering degradation before - at least, not like this. This was a degradation that sunk down to her core and stayed right there. In a way she was thankful that she had been through so much at this man's hands already, because the trauma she'd been through acted as a cushion to what she was feeling now.

And as she sniffed, so she was remembering the words of the woman sitting some way away now. About making a show of it. About making like she was meant to do this. And she was adding a bit to that herself. Making like she was born to do it. For some reason now she didn't want to disappoint this woman again. It was like although she hadn't hurt her herself, that she could see her being hurt in a more severe way both physically and psychologically and not even bat an eyelid. It had put a complete different slant on this for Sally, now that this woman was involved in some way - and even that she had some say, some power in how much she was hurt. There was this whole different feel to what Sally was going through now.