Chapter Eighteen
Crawl
“There seems to be some confusion in your colander-like mind as to how you are to behave, Benita,” Grace said as she brought the braided cat down on the girl/boy’s already well-marked back. The ends of each strand of the cat cleverly sought out the cleft in the slave’s reddened ass, making The Thing jump from its fixed kneeling position on all fours.
“Exactly what part of ‘kneel and crawl’ don’t you understand?” Grace screamed. Another flail of the cat sung through the humid air of the aft party deck and landed with exacting accuracy on Benita’s other ass cheek.
The Thing once known as Ben, now tagged as Benita, moaned quietly. The combination bit and plug gag muffled the sound slightly, but the noise didn’t sound like anything human. Benita had been transitioned
