"You two male slaves can go and sit down. Peony, connect the erotico-stimulator to the computer and then switch on the machine," he ordered.

"Yes, master," Peony responded, momentarily disappearing from view, taking a computer cable with her. Soon returning, she switched on the erotico-stimulator.

A low humming sound emanated from the machine. Peony twisted one of the larger knobs, Savannah feeling a mild tingling in her head. Another knob was turned and a similar sensation was created in her rectum.

That was not too bad, Savannah told herself, she could put up with that.

The sensations continue for a few minutes, until there was a bell-like sound coming from the computer. Peony went and looked, calling out, "Master, the primary data has been successfully collected and stored."

"Recalibrate the erotico-stimulator," he replied.

Peony returned to the machine and adjusted the two big knobs and twiddled with a couple of smaller ones. "Ready, master."

"Switch on the pulsing!" he ordered.

"Buzz." - "Buzz." - "Buzz." - "Buzz." - "Buzz." - "Buzz." - "Buzz." - "Buzz." - "Buzz." - "Buzz." - "Buzz." - "Buzz."

Savannah heard the machine make the sound, she instantly feeling the patent consequences. Jolt of pain shot into her, alternately one to the brain followed by one to the rectum, and so on.

"A-a-a-r-r," she uttered from deep within her throat, unable to articulate further than that.

The bell sound came from the computer again, Peony going to look. "The pulse data has been successfully captured, master," Peony advised, returning to the machine and twiddling with the knobs to return the sensations to the more bearable initial sensations.

"Whack!"

Pierre took Savannah by surprise, he lashing the bullwhip across her shoulder blades, causing searing pain.

"A-a-a-r-r," she protested.

"Whack!" - "Whack!" - "Whack!" - "Whack!" - "Whack!" Five more blows landed, they spaced down her back.

Unable to do a thing, her body held taut, her anus pinned on the probe, her jaw immobile, she simply emitting a gurgling sound after each blow, "A-a-a-r-r."

Pausing, sounding decidedly slimy, Pierre oozed, "You see, Savannah, how painful this is. Strangely, it's the best way I've found to create a creature like your stepmom. First, your spirit, your resistance, must be broken and you have to accept servitude. Then, I rebuild you as appropriate into either a basic slave, or household one, or bitch killer. It's a long process but I think it'll be worth it."

It was all right for him to talk, he was not suffering, Savannah thought. There was an uncomfortable throbbing in her back where each cut of the whip had landed.