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</div>K jumped a little as she heard Jaiya refer to Siv as Momma, too surprised to answer. Did everyone who joined have to go through the same treatment she did? Jaiya seemed too sweet to have possibly undergone the same as K. She was uncomfortable with the nicknames at Blackwood, and it made her squirm to hear Jaiya call Siv 'Momma' too. Siv was<i>at least</i>not K's momma, no matter how many times Siv made her say it, and no matter how wet K was starting to get at the prospect.<br/><br/><br/>Reluctantly, K raised her shirt. Siv had confiscated all of her bras; she<i>apparently</i>wasn't allowed to wear them anymore. It was embarrassing having Jaiya see and judge her for it though. Again, K wondered if she'd ever had<i>her</i>underwear taken when she joined. It had taken a long time to break K in that first night, and K hadn't made it much easier for them since then.<br/><br/><i>With a gasp, K felt the gag being pulled out of her mouth. Her mouth immediately curled into a snarl.<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ff4d4d"> "I'm not your fucking dog or a puppy. You said I could be your mechanic, not your fucktoy! I'm <b>not your pet!</b>" </span>she spat out, angry as a hornets' nest as she thrashed against her bindings. She was tied down to a bench, legs spread. Her arms were bound behind her back, pulling her shoulders back so that her breasts were exposed to Aenor's 'toy' of choice. Gritting her teeth, she anticipated the pain of the paddle again. It was humiliating that it made her wet, but it was better than being tortured outright. She squirmed under Siv's unyielding gaze, wishing she could shy away from Aenor. The last time she'd back-talked, Aenor had bent her over, helplessly attached to the bench, and paddled her ass in a position where she could barely move, nose inches from the floor and hands in the air behind her.<br/>
</i><br/>Rather than removing her shirt all the way, K only raised her shirt as much as she had to, pulling it up to expose her heart and lungs. She felt shitty for having snapped at Jaiya, but she couldn't get over the feeling of being a lab-tested, trapped rat. K stayed quiet, biting her tongue so she wouldn't lash out again. Jaiya seemed so soft; she didn't deserve her venom, since she hadn't treated K the same as the others.