Finished with his tea and biscuit, Mr. Master returned to the front room. He paused in the doorway so he could observe the girls without them knowing that he was there. He saw, with satisfaction, that Honey was exactly how he had left her, on the hassock with her cute little butt in the air, and he saw, also with satisfaction, that Kiki's eyes were closed.

He approached Kiki silently, taking the stinging drops from his pocket. Without warning he used his thumb to draw back Kiki's right eyelid and applied a drop. Kiki's other eye flew open and she screamed at the sudden burning. Mr. Master released her eyelid and Kiki blinked furiously trying to get the pain to stop.

"I told you that you were to keep your eyes open and watch your sister. I mean what I say. The only reason that I don't put drops in your other eye as well is that I want you to see what I'm doing to her."

Mr. Master walked over to Honey. Honey's eyes were wide and followed him as best as they were able. He walked behind her and turned to be sure that Kiki was following him with her good eye. He noted that the redness on Honey's butt had subsided somewhat, and that the outlines of his harder strokes stood out clearly.

Reaching down Mr. Master felt Honey's cunnie. He was satisfied at the sharp intake of breath at his touch. He was also satisfied that the blue goo had done its job, her cunnie lips had swollen to almost twice their size. He reached around with his other hand and felt her nippie. It too had swollen to the right size for his next trick.

Mr. Master withdrew a latex glove from his pocket and slipped it on his right hand. He took the red tube, opened it and squeezed a fair amount of goo onto the fingers of the glove. He picked up the thumb sized rubber probe and coated it carefully with the goo. He set the probe on the hassock between Honey's legs before picking up the pencil-sized one. He coated it as well.

Honey's eyes were wider than Mr. Master thought possible. He had intentionally lubricated the probes where she could see what he was doing. He knew that this action added to her fear and heightened her anticipation of what was to come. She was far too young to imagine what would happen next and Mr. Master knew from experience that whatever she could imagine would be far worse than what he had in mind.

Mr. Master carefully stripped off the glove and laid it on the table where it would be ready to be used again. He stepped over to his duffle bag and took out a small electric pump which had attachment points similar to the ones on the probes. He set the pump on the floor beside the hassock and plugged the unit into a nearby outlet. Honey started to sob.

Mr. Master's took a seat on the couch. He picked up the thumb sized probe and pressed the tip against Honey's tiny butthole. "Relax now girl. If you tense up it will only hurt more." With one strong thrust, he inserted the probe. Honey didn't react until the probe reached its end point and the first bulge entered her cavity. She began screaming then, with her screams getting louder as Mr. Master inserted a key into the end of the probe. Turning the key, the two bulges drew together squeezing her tender anus between them. They were rough on their "inner" edges and this just heightened the pain that Honey felt.

After twisting the probe from side to side to be sure that it was seated properly, Mr. Master picked up the other probe. This one went easily into Honey's cunnie, reaching deep inside. Now she was screaming freely around her gag, but she was showing remarkable restraint and wasn't thrashing around.

Mr. Master took one of Honey's cunnie lips between his fingers and pulled it out from her body. It stretched nicely due to the blue goo. The clamps on the probe were similar to the ones found on plastic hangers in clothing stores. He closed the clamp on her lip and pushed the metal clip home. Honey's screams intensified and her left leg lifted from the hassock. Mr. Masters observed this with a wry smile. He liked his craft and knew it well, but in the decades that he had been training little girls he never quite figured out why they always lifted the leg opposite to the cunnie lip being clamped.

Mr. Master quickly snapped the other clamp home. He waited until Honey's screams were replace with sobs before he reached down and attached the tube coming from the cunnie probe to the pump. He made sure that the computer controller on the pump was set properly and pressed a green button. The box made a rather pleasant humming sound as it filled its chamber with compressed air.

Mr. Master retrieved a sack-like rubber bottle and a small plastic medicine bottle from his duffle bag. He went to the nearby bathroom and poured the contents of the small bottle into the bag, then filled the bag with hot water. He could hear Honey as her screaming resumed and he knew that the pump was forcing air into the probe, enlarging it slowly, stretching her little cunnie.

Mr. Master walked calmly into the room, shaking the bag to mix up it's contents. He went to his duffel and took out another item, this one being a half-inch cable ending in a spring clip. He tossed the end of the cable over the crossbeam over Honey's position and secured it in place. He then clipped the ring on the end of the bag to the cable so it hung over Honeys elevated butt.

The pump had done it's job. The probe now was about an inch and a half in diameter. As it grew it had pressed the clamp end out of her cunnie dragging her cunnie lips along with it. They were stretched nicely.

Mr. Master disconnected the pump from the cunnie probe by removing the tube at the probe. He detached that tube from the pump and placed it neatly on the table. He attached the tube from the butthole probe to the pump and then attached the hose from the bag to the other attachment point. He opened a small valve on the top of the bag to let in air and then opened the flow valve on the bottom. Honey gasped as the cold water poured through the butt probe and into her abdomen. The flow was high and it took only moments before the bag was empty and its full contents were inside Honey. Her stomach was distended. She looked like she was pregnant. Mr. Masters pressed the button on the pump and it quickly inflated the probe inside her until it was the same diameter as the cunnie probe. While it was filling he closed the flow valve on the bag, disconnected the hose and ran the hose through the ring on the top of the bag. He didn't like leaving the bag unwashed, but he needed to work qu ickly.

The pump finished its work and Mr. Master quickly detached the air tube from the probe. He let it drop on the floor. He grabbed honey by the ankles and flipped her until she was resting on her arms. Picking up cable ties he placed one at her ankles, below and above her knees and then one around the middle of her thighs, pinning her legs together. This added to the stress on her cunnie and butthole. That's when he noticed that she had passed out from the stress.

Mr. Master checked to make sure that she was breathing and that her pulse was strong. Honey had just swooned and so he sat her upright on the stool, pulling her upright by the chrome ring on her collar. He picked up one of the clothes pins and snapped it onto her right nippie. As the needles pierced her flesh Honey woke, her eyes wide. She would have screamed but her voice was hoarse from all of the screaming she had done that morning and all that came out was a harsh squeak.

As Mr. Master put a pin on her other nippie, the red goo started to do it's work. It was a mixture of time-delay sports gel and itching powder. The mixture in her tummy had about the same effect. Honey moaned, grunted and squirmed as her insides felt like they were infested by a colony of fire ants crawling around and biting her. She didn't cry as she had no more tears left.

Mr. Master laid Honey on her side and used a cable-tie to secure her ankles to her thighs. She lay there moaning, kicking her feet feebly. He knew that she would be tormented for several hours before the mixtures wore off.

As she lay there helpless and in pain, Mr. Masters took the time to carefully wash out the bag. He dried it and then placed it on the table next to the other items. He took a moment to look over at Kiki. Her eyes were wide and she was very still. She was finally showing some fear, which to Mr. Masters was a very good thing. He preferred it when the girls broke early. It meant more time for fun.

Mr. Masters walked casually over to the toy box that had Honey's name carved on it. He opened the lid and saw that the parents had prepared it to his specifications. They had removed all of the toys and had spread gravel on the bottom. He picked up Honey, who didn't have any energy to struggle or resist. Her eyes had a dreamy cast as she gave herself over to the pain. Mr. Masters knew that she would actually be experiencing a strong pleasure response due to the chemicals her brain was producing to try to overcome the pain.

Mr. Master's carried Honey to the box and laid her on her side so she was facing away from the room. Her legs were drawn up and her heels were on the side of the box just as if she was standing upright on them. This put pressure on her belly causing her to groan. Her head was bend forward forcing her to look at the pins on her nippies.

Mr. Masters closed the lid carefully and took a seat. Crossing his legs he made direct eye contact with Kiki. "You're next."