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and dropped it into the cage. The rat scurried for it, sniffed it carefully and then backed away without
touching it.
"You see, not to his liking."
Shalla took another piece and rubbed a liquid from a small bottle on it and dropped that into the cage.
The rat leaped upon it, gulping it down greedily and then stood on his hind legs against the side of the
cage squeaking wildly for more.
"You see, my dear, he is well trained in his tastes." Shalla advanced on the prostrate girl who was frozen
into immobility by the horror of the sight she had just seen. She tried to move but couldn't. Her body
refused to answer. Shalla rubbed small droplets of the liquid smoothly around the nipples of her upturned
breasts as she watched helplessly. Then, he opened the cage door and pulled the evil little animal from it,
attaching a string around his neck. He dropped him on the bed, holding the loose end of the cord in his
hand. The rat struggled against it, sniffing his way on the mattress along the side of the fear-frozen girl's
body. She jerked spasmodically as Shalla gave him a little more line and he leaped to her naked belly,
his tiny feet making slight imprints in her soft yielding flesh. Jean shrieked in terror as suddenly the rat
smelled the liquid. She could feel the horrible creeping claws dig suddenly into the flesh of her stomach
as he struggled to get at her scent covered breasts. He squeaked wildly, fighting with savage desperation
to crawl his way to the coated tips of her quivering nipples. Jean could see his tiny evil eyes down
between the valley of her breasts, his teeth bared like a giant snarling dog. She wanted to scream out
again but the paralyzing fear held her motionless, her flesh crawling in abhorrence from the touch of the
vile little animal. Her body struggled to sink keeper into the mattress in escape but it was useless, there
was no sanctuary from the cruel defilement. Shalla, taunting her proud full body, loosened the string
again and she could feel the warm nose sniffing hungrily at the underside of her left breast, the sudden
moist contact bringing back her voice without warning. Low whining pleas droned almost incoherently
from between her clenched teeth. "Ugggggg, get him off of me! Get him off of me! Please, please," her
head churned from side to side, her wrists fighting against the bonds, "Oh God, get him off of me!"
"Say fuck, shit, cunt," the grinning Arab demanded. He would break her spirit completely before he let
her go this time. "Ooohh, fuck, shit, cunt," the words spat from her mouth without hesitation, there was
no thought of resistance left, only the revulsion of this horrible beast struggling to devour her unprotected
breasts. "Say it again," he smirked, loosening the cord another hair. "Ooohh! fuck! Ooohh! shit!
No-Nooo, Aaaahhhhggg! Cunt!" she shrieked, feeling the wet sniffling nose touching farther up the
underside of her quivering breast, the sharp tiny nails straining against the flaccid skin of her ribs.
Shalla held the string tight, keeping the squeaking black rat less than an inch from the throbbing nipple for
what seemed an eternity, and then, pulled him slowly from the churning girls body. Jean was next to
unconscious when she felt the vile hairy animal withdrawn from her flesh and the liquid wiped from her
breasts. His hand dwelling longer at the task than necessary. Her body shuddered. She knew she was
at his mercy. She could fight against pain or even humiliation-but not this-not this horror-it was asking
too much Only death would be better and she would gladly have killed herself this very minute to escape
the degradations she knew were to be heaped upon her helpless body now, but there was no way.
There was only hopeless submission or the rat and she knew her body would betray her again if she
were subjected to those horribly cruel teeth straining to tear viciously at her flesh.
There was something else, something else that would help her through the grotesque ordeal coming, it
had helped before-it was the only hope of coming through it sane.
"Shalla," she said lifelessly, her voice steeped in resignation. "Give me some strong tea."
"Madame is learning well, I see," he answered. "I will get some." He had wanted her to have nothing, as
seeing her conscious humiliation and submission meant almost as much to him as the money he would
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