The girl looked up, cautiously, from her basket at the end of her mistress’ bed.

She’d completely lost track of how long she’d been kept there.

Someone must be looking for her by now…

She’d been taken from the doctor’s surgery, where she worked as a nurse. She’d just been going off shift, walked out to her car, then… nothing. She had just woken up in her new home, wearing her new uniform.

A double-bleep sounded in her ears. With a click, the electromagnets holding her legs in a kneeling position released, and another click signalled the air vent shutting in her hood. The girl quickly got up and raced to the toilet…

Having quickly relieved herself and cleaned herself, the girl was already running short of air by the time she got back to her basket. Kneeling back down, she felt the electromagnets lock again, and her hood vent then opened. Gratefully, she breathed in the small amount of fresh air that she was allowed…

This was her life now. These ‘sessions’ twice a day, then sex with her mistress most evenings. She had already stopped feeling self-conscious about her uniform being transparent plastic, or the sex. She was just wondering about what her husband must be thinking, and what he was doing to find her.

She never knew that it was him that had sold her in the first place…

Suddenly, the magnets unlocked again. Her mistress must be home!

Quickly, she headed for the kitchen, to make drinks for her mistress. She mustn’t disappoint her…

What she didn’t, couldn’t know was she was about to cause even more of an upset. Her mistress had brought a friend back and completely forgotten about the automatic slave release…

Natasha walked through the door, Kimmy with her. The pair were looking forward to a quiet evening together. Kimmy’s eyes went wide, however, as she saw the plastic clad slave girl working in the kitchen…

“Ooh! I love your toys!”, she purred. “Can I play?”

“Help yourself”, said Natasha, with a smile. “I’m nothing if not hospitable…!”

Kimmy immediately scampered over to the slave and inspected her all over, rubbing her hands up and down her.

“Girl, show her what you can do”, Natasha said.

The slave couldn’t refuse a direct order, so she stopped making drinks, got down on her knees and put her head between Kimmy’s legs. Her hood unlocked, and she then started licking…

Kimmy was soon moaning in ecstasy, her back arching. “God, she’s good…!”

“That’s why I let her keep her tongue”, said Natasha. “It is forked, however, and studded. She’ll never speak properly again.”

The slave cried as she pleasured Kimmy. She had realised that something was wrong but not known what. Now she did…

Kimmy stroked the slave’s head as she pleasured her. Telling her to stop, she then turned and faced Natasha. At the same time, the slave recognised Kimmy…

“So”, Kimmy said, suddenly all serious, “how long are you planning on torturing my sister?”

Natasha went white as a sheet…

“The only way you get to stay living”, said Kimmy, fire burning in her eyes, “is you release her right now, and I take her home and try and undo the damage you’ve done. Anything I can’t fix; I take out of your hide…!”

Natasha had instantly turned into a submissive. Her domme days were over, at least here with Kimmy. She had been thoroughly outclassed, and she knew it.

She took out her mobile phone, and pressed buttons.

“Her hood and uniform are now unlocked. You can dress her as you wish.”

“She’s about your size, standing up properly (which she can just about do). She can have your dress. Strip! Also, fair exchange is no robbery; you can have her uniform…”

“God, no… please…”

“Hurry up, I haven’t got all night! I want to take my sister away and get her treatment.”

“Anything else, I’ll do it! I can’t be a slave…!”

“You should have thought of that sooner. That reminds me…”

Kimmy grabbed Natasha. There was a flash of a knife…

Natasha tried to talk but failed. Kimmy had forked her tongue, crudely, with her knife. Tears filled her eyes, even as blood dripped from her mouth.

“Oh, don’t whinge. It’ll heal soon and, unlike my sister’s, it might even heal back together as it isn’t studded. I just wanted you to know what it feels like. Now strip! Hurry up about it, or I’ll remove your tongue completely…”

Whimpering, Natasha stripped. Kimmy undressed her sister, carefully and tenderly, then dressed her in Natasha’s clothes. She then threw the slave uniform at Natasha.

“Put. It. On!”

“Please… no… have mercy…!”

Kimmy looked at her sister.

“Give me a hand…?”

With feral looks on their faces, Kimmy and her sister forced Natasha into the slave uniform, even the magnetic straps and the hood. They then locked it all on.

As soon as they did, the system detected that Natasha wasn’t in her basket, so it sealed the air vent in the hood. She was soon gasping for breath.

Kimmy pointed Natasha at her basket.

“Welcome to your new home, love. I’ll pop by once a week to restock the kitchen. After all, slave’s can’t own flats, so this must be my sister’s new place. She’ll be back to have you look after her once she’s sufficiently recovered. Have fun…!”

Kimmy and her sister walked out of the door, shutting it behind them. Natasha wailed into her gag, on her knees by the bed in ‘her’ basket…