Chapter 12

"We finish now with fresh one, OK? Come, stand here," said the woman from the tack shop.

The woman led Janey over to a spot in the middle of the floor. She moved behind her and cupped Janey's breasts, massaging them for some time, murmuring soothingly in her ear. Janey responded to the gentle touch and the hypnotic sounds and was soon gasping for air through her nose, her mouth still gagged.

The woman brought her swiftly to the edge and with an instinctive skill, never let her go over. Janey's eyes soon lost their focus and her facial features slackened. I didn't know if she was lost in erotic sensations or if the woman had hypnotized her. It was incredible to watch. I wanted to learn how do it, too.

The woman let go of Janey and took up her tape measure. She took a circumference measure of each of the dazed girl's swollen tits, at the base, the mid-point and at the nipple. Amud's wife made a small mark with a pen on Janey's breastbone and measured how far below this mark on the sternum the center of the erect nipple was. It was a measure of the sag of her breasts.

The woman took one of Janey's arms and raised it over her head. A thick leather strap at the end of a hanging tether was quickly wrapped around the docile girl's wrist. The other arm followed. With both arms raised overhead, the woman again measured the distance from the sternum mark to her nipples. This was a measure of the lift in her breasts caused by raising her arms.

The last measure the small woman made with the tape was the length of the erect nipples. She turned to me.

"She bring good price, if want to sell. I buy for Amud. You name price, I pay, no haggle."

When I looked shocked, she laughed. It was a low chuckle, sensuous and musical.

"You good man," she said smiling, almost sadly, and added, "But not knowing will hurt them one day. You must learn, too, and soon." I was baffled by her statements. Amud made no attempt to clarify them.

That said she moved back to Janey's side. "See here, touchy milk sacs, firm, like good cheese, size of prized oranges. Will take whip well, make sing like angel. Very nice match with rest of carcass. Fresh one has three-ring points, most cows only one ring. Points are good firmness, stay hard long time. See? Still hard! I touch not since start. If you want I show you make holes for first rings. I use fresh needle. No charge extra."

She was talking about piercing Janey's nipples with not one, but three pairs of rings! As much as that intrigued me - hell, I got rock hard thinking about it - I had promised her she would not be harmed. Any piercing would have to be her informed choice, not this way. I thanked the woman, but told her we would do that later, not this visit. She almost looked disappointed, like I had wussed out.

She then took one of Janey's ankles and lifted it straight forward and up. The higher she lifted without resistance, the more excited she got. They didn't have cheerleaders in the old country, apparently. Janey's foot pointed straight up in a vertical split.

"EEE. You sure no training? Impossible!" she exclaimed.

The first leg was lowered and the other leg's flexibility was tested with the same results. Then she fastened a long strap hanging from the ceiling around Janey's ankle and lifted her leg out and up so that it was parallel to the ground. The other leg followed. Janey was hanging suspended from her wrists and ankles. Her head tipped slowly back as her breathing quickened slightly.

Amud's wife then spread the outstretched legs as far apart as they would go without forcing. With Janey's private areas fully exposed in this position she took her hand and used it to measure the length of the slit, how far it spread, and, with her slender finger, poked up inside her pussy the entire length. This activity had an effect on the hanging girl and she began moaning through the gag.

"Fresh one almost sing. Like mother, need practice. Lucky man." She paused. "Sorry bad man take flower of Fresh one. But no hurt left, here or in head. She still tight for long nights use with hose. Good as goat path, uh, back hole for long time." Amud had apparently told her the story of Janey's attack. Her evaluation of Janey's prognosis comforted me in a way the doctor's evaluations hadn't. Her assessment of Janey seemed more holistic, more practical. It was definitely less clinical.

She looked longingly at Janey's hanging form. Then turned to me.

"Fresh one done. Now Happy one?"

"Wait. Before you let her down..."

I hesitated, thinking hard. This wasn't planned, but Janey was still in a euphoric state. I needed to know what had done it.

" ... why is she so aroused? What did you do to make her like that?"

Amud grinned at me and answered for his wife.

"We soak gag in special sauce. Make new bride sing easy. Bride want sing more. Fresh one not need much. Almost ready to sing now."

My look of alarm at the news of their drugging Janey without my knowledge or permission must have frightened him. He hurried on. "Sauce used in my country for centuries. Here, too, by many people. Is all natural, medicine, not bad drug like brown shit my people grow in poppy fields. It not last long, not make you want more. I make myself, in kitchen."

He lowered his voice. "Use on my own precious beloved for special, uh, things. On self, too, for learning.

"So sorry, not know you not use sauce. Please forgive. Only use to help sing."