“uughmmmppphhh…” Lisa gave a choked groan as she pushed her head forward, the long rubber shaft between her lips sliding further into her mouth, pressing against her throat. The teen girl knelt on the hard concrete floor of one of the countless training rooms at the Boundoggle Slave Training Center, facing one wall. Her wrists were secured behind her back with metal cuffs. Similar cuffs held her ankles trapped. A tall, stiff collar encircled the slave’s throat, marking her as a slave in training, owned by the company.

Affixed to the wall, at what would be waist high on an average man, a large rubber phallus projected from the wall. Its size was anything but average. The first time Lisa had taken it in her mouth, the slave had struggled to get even half of the length past her lips without gagging. Now, she was able to slide nearly the whole length into her mouth. As she did, she worked over the surface of it with her lips and her tongue, as she’d been instructed by the trainers.

This was not just for show, either. Special sensors had been built into the long shaft. If Lisa did not pleasure it, or if the sensors detected her teeth biting against the simulated penis, the slave would be punished. From the same wall, below the rubber phallus, two electrical wires extended from a metal plate. They ended in jagged steel clamps biting down on the tips of Lisa’s naked breasts. Fail to perform correct fellatio, and the nipple clamps would deliver a painful electric shock to the captive.

There was also a carrot, to go with the clamp’s stick. Before starting, the handlers had applied a thin coating of a sugary substance to the surface of the phallus. After weeks of eating nothing but the disgusting, foul tasting Slave Chow (tm), the sweet sugar was the best thing Lisa had ever tasted. Her tongue danced across the surface of the prong, trying to lick off all of it she could.

As a further reward, if the slave managed to stimulate the simulated penis enough, it would spurt a small amount of the same substance into her mouth. It wasn’t easy; since she’d started that morning, Lisa had only managed to trigger the reward once and only a couple more in the days since she’d started her oral training. Still, the hope of more, and fear of the nipple clamps shocking punishment kept the slave working the shaft with her lips and tongue, even as her jaws ached from the strain of the plug in her mouth and her muscles grew sore and tired.  

Around Lisa, the other slaves of her training group were also hard at work pleasuring their simulated penises, spread every few feet along the wall. Lisa couldn’t see them. From her position, all she could see was the bare concrete wall in front of her and the black rubber base of the phallus when she slid her head back, briefly. But she could hear them; the constant slurping as the phalluses slid in and out of a dozen female mouths, punctuated every now and again by sharp grunts of pain when one of the girls was punished and, far less often, a moan of pleasure when one of them was rewarded with a sweet surprise in her mouth.

One of those girls was Lisa’s big sister, Andrea. The two had been kidnapped from their home one afternoon by a slaver working for Boundoggle. From the moment the man had roped their hands and feet and shown them his slaving license, the two had lost all of their legal rights as free women. Now they were nothing but slaves; the property of the company and whoever ended up purchasing them. The weeks of training here since then had left the sisters resigned to their fate, if not accepting of it.

“Alright, slaves!” The trainer called out. “That’s it for today!”

With a groan of relief, Lisa leaned back, sliding the large phallus out of her mouth. She continued to kneel, facing the wall, though, automatically assuming the correct position the slavers had drilled into her and the other slaves, waiting to be given further instructions. Even so, the teen was more than a little curious. By her estimation, it was only a little past noon. Normally, the slaves were kept at whatever training exercise they were given until it was dusk, then they would be fed their evening meal and caged up for the night. This was new and out of the ordinary. By now, Lisa had learned that anything unexpected was likely to be bad news for the slaves...

A couple of handlers went around the line of slaves. The nipple clamps were removed. Lisa winced, fighting the urge to cry out in pain; the clamps hurt as much, maybe more, coming off then they had going on, as fresh blood flowed into the abused nipples for the first time in hours. She opened her mouth to accept the rubber plug of the ballgag the trainer stuffed between her lips. Like the slave collar and the metal shackles on her wrist, the jaw-crushing gag was a constant presence for Lisa and the other slaves, reminder her she was a slave. Slaves were to remain silent. The only times her gag was removed was when she was fed her two meagre meals and when the slavers had a better use for her mouth, such as the training now.

When the last girl had been unclipped from the wall and regagged, the order was finally given for the slaves to rise. Lisa groaned into her gag. Rising off the hard concrete floor was both a relief and a new misery. Her legs didn’t want to unfold after she’d been kneeling for several hours practicing her oral skills. She wobbled on shaky legs as she and the other slaves hurriedly formed into a line. As she took her place, Lisa passed by Andrea. The two sisters exchanged confused glances, both wondering what new indignity the slavers had planned for their charges.

At the slaver’s order, the column of chained girls shuffled swiftly out of the room. The trainers didn’t need to use their leather crops to get the slaves moving, though more than a few did simply for fun. Every one of the slaves in the line had been in the training camp for several weeks. They were no longer the scared, confused captives recently torn from their quiet lives as free women and plunged into a nightmare. By now, the slaves knew what was expected of them and quickly obeyed every order given without hesitation.

As it turned out, the line wasn’t going far. The slaves were led down the hallway, past several more training rooms. Inside, slaves in other groups were undergoing their own training, under the sharp eyes, and sharp whips, of more trainers and handlers. At the far end of the building, the slaves came to an empty training room.

Only it wasn’t completely empty. As Lisa shuffled through the door, the young woman saw a dozen men sitting against the far wall on folding chairs. She recognized them as handlers and other staff members in the camp. From the large grins on the men’s faces, the slave was able to guess what was about to happen next.

“Well slaves!” The lead trainer told the young women. “Since you have all been doing so well on the simulated oral training, we decided to go ahead and move you up to the real thing. These gentlemen have all done a good job the last couple of days and this is their reward, so do your best to pleasure them…” He didn’t need to spell out what would happen to the slaves if they failed to please their masters in this regard.

The line of slaves broke up, two or three girls lining up in front of the men. Lisa found herself in front of one of the young intern handlers, a boy about the same age as the teen, with the wispy beginnings of a beard and mustache. Lisa could have imagined passing him in the hallway of her high school…back when she still went to school as a free woman. As she knelt, she could see the bulge in his pants that said the young man was excited for his reward.

Beside her, Andrea went to her knees in front of one of the men who drove the trucks brining supplies and new shipments of recently captured slaves to the camp. The two sisters cringed, head’s low, they glanced at one another, trying to avoid the gaze of the men they would soon be pleasuring with their mouths.

At the order of the trainer, the first slaves crawled forward on their knees to the waiting men. Eagerly, they unzipped their pants to expose their manhoods for the slaves. With a nervous gulp, Lisa opened her lips to take the handler’s cock in her mouth…

***  

Lisa groaned into her gag in discomfort. Every part of the teen girl’s body ached with pain, the sharpest was directly between her legs. Lisa sat atop a wooden contraption the trainer’s called the ‘punishment horse’. Two wooden sides came together at a sharp angle, forming a large ‘A’. The point of that ‘A’ was pressing directly into Lisa’s sex. Her ankles were secured with cuffs to metal bolts drilled into the wood on either side. By straining her legs, the captive could raise her body up off the horse and take the pressure off her beleaguered pussy for just a few moments, until she lost her strength and couldn’t keep herself up any longer and the pain would renew.

Lisa’s arms were trapped behind her back in a leather monoglove. The straps of the glove were cinched tight, forcing her elbows together until they almost touched. A chain ran from the tip of the glove to a pulley overhead, dragging her arms up and forcing her to lean forward into a strict strappado, making it even harder to keep herself off the horse.

A pair of heavy steel nipple-clamps were attached to the slave’s naked breasts, the jagged teeth digging into the sensitive flesh of her tiny pink nubs. They had been hung with lead weights. Every movement, no matter how slight, caused the weights to swing, eliciting another pang of pain from the young woman as the clamps dragged on her sore nipples. Finally, a thick leather hood completed Lisa’s bondage, keeping her completely in the dark.

“Mmmppphhh!” The hood also muffled her hearing somewhat, but not entirely. Close by, Lisa could hear muffled sobs of pain. She knew it was Andrea. The older girl had been secured the same way as Lisa. The two sisters whimpered, struggling against their punishment.

“Yeah, they’re here in punishment room 4. I’ve got both of them up on the horses.” Somewhere nearby, Lisa heard the slave trainer talking. She didn’t hear the other person reply, so she assumed he was on a phone. “I also gave them a working over with the crop, just so they know they’re being punished…” Lisa whimpered. Her naked body was stripped over with the red marks of the crop, expertly wielded by the trainer to bring about the most pain for her without causing any lasting harm. Her taut belly had been a preferred target for the man, most of his blows had landed there. Andrea had received the same punishment, even harder if her screams of pain as the slavers whipped her was any indication.  

“What happened?” The trainer said into the phone. “Well…we moved the slaves from the simulated oral trainers to the real deal. Both of them showed high marks on the Sims, no major infractions since they came to the camp…figured both of them would perform well…”

Lisa hung her head, sobbing quietly. Since that awful day, when the Boundoggle recruiter had broken into their home, and dragged her and her sister into this nightmare of slavery, Lisa had known, on the surface at least, that she was a slave now and one of the things that would be required of her would be to perform sexual service for her owner and anyone else the owner might choose to lend or rent her to. She and Andrea might even be sold to a brothel and forced to service men and even women every day for the rest of their lives…

In her old life, back when she was still a free girl, Lisa had been the odd girl out among her friends in that she had never had sex with a guy. She’d had boyfriends, had kissed and occasionally allowed one to feel her up, but never allowed them to go any further. It wasn’t that she preferred girls, she’d just never been comfortable getting intimate with anyone before.

“We got everything set, slaves knelt and approached, but when it came time, the younger one refused to perform, bit the man she was servicing.”

Lisa had tried, she really had. The simulated cocks had been intimidating at first. They were so large, she’d nearly choked the first time she tried to take it all the way, but eventually she learned how to accept the large shaft without triggering her gag reflex, learned the proper way to pleasure it with her lips and tongue. It hadn’t been nearly as bad as she’d feared. The teen had dared to hope doing the same thing for a real man would be just as easy.

It wasn’t. The handler had been working that morning, out in the hot sun. She was not ready for the musky odder of sweat and grime, mixed with the salty taste of pre-cum that filled her mouth, make her stomach lurch. It was no inanimate shaft of rubber but a real, living cock, growing larger inside her throat, throbbing with pleasure. Lisa gagged, tried to pull out.

The man she was servicing had grabbed the teen’s head by her hair, started yanking on it, roughly pulling her back and forth as he pumped into her mouth. Taking by surprise, she’d lost all sense, and in a blind panic accidently closed her teeth around the strange, thrusting object choking her. He’d then screamed, more from surprise then pain. The trainers had rushed forward then, with crops to punish her…  

“When we started to correct her, the older one started resisting, tried to interfere in her sister’s punishment, tried to kick one of the handlers while they restrained her. The lead trainer had them both sent here.”

Lisa sobbed as she listened to the man talk, the teen wracked with guilt. She’d been screaming, begging for mercy as she was thrashed by the trainers. Then, Andrea leapt to her feet, momentarily forgetting her place, forgetting her chains, simply trying to protect her little sister from the men who were hurting her. Her defiance was short lived. In a short time, the sisters had been subdued, shackled and gagged once more, and dragged to the punishment room for the worst torture they’d endured since their enslavement.

“It’s my fault…” Lisa thought, bitterly, groaning from the pain. If she’d been obedient, had done what the slavers ordered her to, and pleasured him like a good slave then Andrea wouldn’t have been punished. The two of them wouldn’t be in this awful position right now…

There was a pause, as the slaver listened to the person on the other end of the conversation. “I knew management had had a hand in arranging their recruitment. Yes, I agree it’s important they be fully trained in time for the big summer sales…Yes, that should do it. I’ll get them cleaned up and over to her straight away.” He spoke for a little while longer before hanging up. Turning, the man ordered, “Ok, get these two off the punishment horses.”

The two girl’s relief was readily apparent as hands grabbed them and lifted them off the wooden platforms. They were lowered onto the ground, in a kneeling position. Lisa felt hands scrabbling for the lacing of her hood. A moment later, it was pulled away. Lisa blinked in the sudden light. Her hair was wet with sweat from the confinement. It felt cool against the open air of the punishment room. After their long ordeal, Lisa wanted to collapse to the ground in exhaustion, but she forced herself into the kneeling attention pose she’d been taught. Beside her, Andrea did the same. Neither wanted to give the slavers an excuse to put them back on those awful punishment horses any time soon. Andrea glanced over, a look of worry on her face for her sister. Lisa hung her head, not wanting to meet her sister’s gaze, guilt evident on her face.

The slaver in charge of the punishment room walked over to inspect the two girls. He affected a stern look as he paced in front of them. “I hope the two of you have learned your lesson. Well, have you?”

“Yes Master!” Lisa said, urgently, desperate to assure the slavers she would be a good slave from now on. She wouldn’t do anything that would force them to hurt her again. Beside her, Andrea echoed her.

“What happens to slave to aren’t obedient?”

“Disobedient slaves are punished, master.” They replied, wincing in pain from the recent demonstration of this fact.

“Good. The next time you come here, your punishment will be worse.” The man told them. “I’d love to see if you’ve really learned to obey, give you a chance to demonstrate it the way you failed earlier, but I don’t have the time. Management wants you fully trained and ready for sale soon, so the two of you are going to be given some personal, hands on training, by one of the trainers. A handler is coming over to collect you and take you over to there now.”

As the man said this, the door to the punishment room opened. It was Jamie, the handler who had overseen the sisters during their first few days in the camp. “Picking up two naughty slaves for Mistress Knight!” She told the trainer cheerfully. He nodded his head towards the sisters. “Too bad. You were doing so well…” Jamie teased the sisters as she bent to attach a single chain leash to both their collars. “Things will be much harder for you two now…” Lisa groaned. It seemed impossible things could get harder for the two of them, but the young slave knew the slaver trainers could do it.

“On your feet!” Jamie ordered. Glumly, the sisters struggled to their feet. At the tugging of the chain lead, they shuffled after the young girl out of the dungeon cell. The hallway beyond was long and dimly light with a low red light. Here and there, steel cell doors pierced the thick concrete walls. From behind them came the sobs and screamed and muffled pleas of other unlucky slave girls being put through their own punishment regimes.

“We still have plenty of ways to correct bad slaves.” Jamie warned her charges. “Remember that the next time you even think about disobeying…” She slowed, pausing at a few of the doors, so the slaves following her could get a frightening eyeful through the barred windows cut through the cell doors.

In one room, stood up along the back wall were half a dozen steel containers, roughly shaped into the outline of a woman, just large enough to contain a captive. According to Jamie, the insides were lined with pointed nubs, not hard enough to draw blood, but enough to make leaning any weight against the sides a very uncomfortable prospect. Eye slits had been cut across the faces of these modern-day iron maidens. Through them, the sisters could see the desperate eyes of a couple unfortunate captives trapped inside. The slits were also fitted with shutters which could be closed to keep the occupants completely in the dark, cut off from the outside world for as long as their punishment lasted.  

In another were several sturdy metal cages, each just barely big enough to accommodate the captive girl kneeling inside, her head sticking out through a cut in the top. The cages were raised several feet off the ground on legs. Underneath each was a small electric motor powering two large, thick rubber penetrators pumping in and out of the slaves’ holes with relentless fury. From the expressions on the slaves’ faces, and the heavy moans coming from their tightly gagged lips, this punishment had been going on sometime.

At the room closest to the stairwell leading up out of the punishment room, a quarter of girls were cuffed to metal frames fixed to the outside a slowly rotating platform. At one side of the room, a fan and mister blew over a large block of ice. Opposite it, several heavy duty heat lamps were directed at the platform. As it turned, the captives chained to it were alternately frozen and scorched without respite.    

The training room the sisters were taken to was in the same building, two flights up from the basement where the punishment rooms. It was a smaller room, a square space maybe a dozen yards in diameter. The walls, floor and ceiling were painted black and apart from a single naked bulb overhead lighting up the center of the room it was unlit. A rack along one wall held an assortment of restraints and punishment devices to be used on the slaves.

Mistress Knight stood in the center of the room, dressed in her trainer’s uniform. One of her personal slaves knelt in the corner nearby, head bowed, holding a tray with refreshments for her Mistress. The trainer paced, eyeing the sisters as the handler led them into the room. A sharp tug of the chain led ordered them to their knees in front of the older woman. They peered up at her, eyes wide with fear as they waited for her to begin.

“Eyes down, slaves!” The sharp voice of the Mistress rang out. Mistress Knight tutted disappointed as they hurriedly lowered their heads. “I see I have quite a bit of work whipping you two into shape.” Lisa cringed, noting the crop held loosely in the older woman’s hand. The older woman began to slowly paced around the trembling slaves, eying them like a hungry tigress circling her helplessly prey. Like the predator, Lisa knew, the trainer could strike at any moment without warning and it would be long and painful for her victims.                

“Well well…what do we have here?” Mistress Knight asked. “Is this a pair of slaves kneeling at my feet, or did a couple of free girls accidentally wander into the camp by accident?” When neither spoke for a moment, the Mistress lashed out with her crop. Andrea winced, choking by a cry of pain as the stroke cut across her belly. “Answer!”

“A…a pair of…of slaves, Mistress…” Andrea managed with a gasp.

“Are you sure?” Mistress Knight said with a smirk. She turned to Lisa. “What do you think? Are you a free girl, or a slave?”

“A slave, Mistress.” Lisa answered quickly. Her prompt answer wasn’t enough to save her from the sharp tip of the crop across the front of her naked breasts.

“I didn’t catch that. What are you?”

“A Slave, Mistress!” Lisa said loudly, blinking back tears. Another blow of the crop came down across her back, causing the teen to cry out in pain.

“I don’t think you believe that.” Mistress Knight said, her tone casual. “A true slave would not have behaved the way you did this afternoon. You might know, intellectually, that by law you are slaves, but you don’t accept it, deep down, quite yet. I will see to that.” Almost casually, she let the crop flash back and forth several more times, drawing sharp cries of pain from the slaves. “We will start your real slave training now…”

***  

“Thwack!” The crop smacked hard across Lisa’s body. The slave fought back the urge to cry it, it was hardly the first blow she’d received today; her breasts and her taut belly were stripped red, and it wouldn’t be the last.

“Fifteen.” Lisa gasped out instead, followed by, “Thank you, Mistress.”

Mistress Knight only responded by raising the cane up and bringing it down on Lisa again, striking her left breast this time. The teen gasped, but managed not to cry out. She’d learned from previous sessions, much to her sorrow, every time she cried out Mistress Knight added another five lashes to her punishment. “Sixteen…Thank you Mistress.”

Lisa wasn’t sure why she was being punished. It hardly mattered to the girl now. She was a slave and it was part of a slave’s lot in life to be punished for her misdeeds, even if she didn’t know what precisely she had done to deserve it. With Mistress Knight, anything less than perfect obedience was enough to earn the unlucky slave a whipping.

The last week or so, Lisa was no longer sure of the precise passage of time, had been a hell on earth for her and Andrea. Mistress Knight, assisted by handler Jamie had worked the two around the clock, using every trick the slavers knew to break the sisters’ wills and turn them into obedient slaves. The captives were given only an hour or two of sleep each day, and even that had to be earned from their captors. Lack of sleep worked against the slaves, making it harder for them to muster any sort of resistance against their captors, to fight against what was being done to them.    

Sometimes, Mistress Knight would order them to hold a pose, perfectly still for hours at a time, until their muscles burned and their limbs ached and they couldn’t stay still any longer…then they would be punished for it. Or they might be put to work doing trivial and mind numbingly tedious tasks, such as moving grains of rice across the room from one bowl to another, hands and feet stringently shackled, using only a spoon attached to a thick panel gag. Each dropped grain earned a stroke from their Mistress’ cane.

Several times, they had been put in strict bondage, curled into a ball and secured with straps inside a tiny metal cage or hanging suspended, spread-eagled in the air. Thick leather hoods kept the captives in total sensory deprivation, aside from the discomfort of their bondage. Then they would be stimulated with intense vibrations on their breasts or pushed deep into their pussies. They had strict instructions not to orgasm, with the usual punishments for a violation. Minute after agonizing minute, they would fight the growing arousal building within them until it was impossible to resist.

Worst of all, the sisters found themselves pitted against one another. The one who broke first, or who failed to complete her pointless task first, would be punished. The victor would be allowed the small comfort of a brief rest while her sister was flogged in front of her. If they’d had a chance to talk or even share a brief, private glance, if the two had had all their faculties about them, Lisa and Andrea might have worked together, taking the punishments in turn to spare each other as much pain and misery as possible. But in their confused state, the sisters found themselves competing with one another, each hoping, secretly, the other would falter first and take the punishment instead.

“Thwack!”

“Nine…teen…Th…thank you M…Mistress.” Lisa said, fighting back tears. At the moment, the room was empty apart from her and Mistress Knight. A day ago, Lisa thought at least, the slavers had changed up the training. The sisters had been split up and moved to separate rooms to continue their training.

“Thwack!”

“Twenty…This slave thanks you for her correction, Mistress.” Lisa said, forcing herself not to sag with relief at the end of her punishment. That would be another five strokes right there. She kept herself still, in the slave position ordered: Kneeling on the floor, bent back, hands clasped around her ankles, her bare chest and naked belly exposed to her Mistress’ crop.

“Do you know why you’ve been punished.” Mistress Knight asked.

“I am a slave. I have disobeyed my Mistress and deserve it.” Lisa replied as naturally as if she’d been asked her name.

“Very good. Attention!” Mistress Knight commanded, sharply. Without hesitating, Lisa rose gracefully to her feet and stood, led spread slightly apart, arms clasped together behind her back, head bowed and chest thrust forward. “Follow!” She turned and walked towards the door, confident the teenage girl would follow, head lowered, keeping a pace behind her Mistress.

Lisa found herself led into another room, a small training cell, like the one she had just exited. This one was already occupied. A slave knelt in the center of the room, assuming the same punishment position Lisa had just been in. For all the girl knew, this captive had been kneeling like this, perfectly still, for hours, without moving, waiting in tense suspense for her punishment.

The other slave was naked, apart from her slave collar and the addition of a black leather hood, which completely covered her head and hid her features. Even so, Lisa was sure she recognized the captive, though her brain, in its current, addled state, couldn’t remember who exactly. Mistress Knight stopped, regarding the slave with a cruel eye. Then, to Lisa’s surprise, she turned and extended her hand towards the teen, holding out the crop.

“Take it, slave.” Mistress Knight said sternly. “Twenty strokes, just like you’ve had, on her breasts and belly.”

“Why…Mistress.” Lisa blurted out, before she had a chance to think. She went pale, fearing punishment for speaking out of turn.

“She is a slave. She’s disobeyed her Mistress and must be punished.” Mistress Knight answered, instead. “I have decided to let you administer the punishment here. Now, twenty strokes. Or would you rather take them instead, in addition to the five you’ve now earned for talking without permission?”

With a soft whimper, Lisa took the crop. She held it awkwardly. This was the first time she’d felt the handle of the crop in hand, instead of the tip on her naked, abused body. Mindful of the Mistress’ cruel eye on her, Lisa stepped towards the other slave. The other girl tensed, having overheard the conversation and knowing her punishment was imminent. Only her slave obedience, and fear of worse punishment, kept her in place, resignedly awaiting the coming pain.  

The teen hesitated a moment, before fear of Mistress Knight overcame her reluctance to hurt the other slave. Closing her eyes, she brought the crop down, awkwardly landing the tip on the kneeling slave’s right breast. A sharp gasp of pain, muffled by a heavy gag, escaped the hood.

“Good.” Mistress Knight said and then, “Again!”

After a few more awkward strokes, Lisa began to grow comfortable with the crop. She spaced her strokes out, landing a few on the other slave’s naked breasts, one then the other, then across her belly. The other girl recovered from the shock of the first blow and took the remainder of the strokes stoically, only the occasional sharp blow eliciting a gasp from the hood. At first, Lisa tried to pull her blows, to spare the other slave whatever pain she could. A sharp glance from Mistress Knight corrected her, though. For the last half of the punishment, Lisa brought the crop down as hard as she could.

Lisa swung the twentieth stroke, landing the tip of the crop dead atop the large pink nipple of the slave’s right breast, which brought out a sharp yelp from the girl. The teen panted slightly from the exertion, hardly able to believe what she’d done. The other slave’s body was stripped from the crop, same as Lisa’s, though Lisa hadn’t wielded the crop with the same ferocity of her Mistress.  The other girls’ marks were more pink then red, many already starting to fade.

“Very good.” Mistress Knight said, taking the crop back from her charge. “Now, kneel for punishment.” Obediently, Lisa sank to her knees, arching her torso back and grabbing her ankles in preparation for her second punishment. To her surprise, the Mistress stepped past her to the other girl. Lisa watched, out of the corner of her eye, too afraid to turn her head against the order to keep the punishment pose, as Mistress Knight bent over to unbuckle the leather straps of the hood on the other slave.

Dark brown hair spilled from the hood as she pulled it off, revealing the pained face of Andrea. Lisa choked back a whimper, as she realized what she had done to her sister, her guilt heightened by the knowledge that Andrea had known who it was punishing her. The older sister looked over at Lisa with a dull expression, no emotion showing on her face.

“Attention, slave!” Mistress Knight ordered Andrea to her feet. She handed the younger woman the crop. “This little slave has been very disobedient. She’s earned herself five strokes of the crop. Give them to her.” Lisa whimpered as Andrea bowed her head and stepped towards her sister…