'Know what else Maryl told me, Pam? Says we get branded before we leave here.'
'Well, I knew that. Kathy told me that last week. So?'
'Right on both tits!'
'Cor, Well, I've read history books about slaves, and I guess that's where girls are branded. Seems logical to me.'
Donna laughed. 'You really are something, hon!
That's why I love you!'
After a brisk toweling of each other, Pamela and
Donna sat on their bed to put the rings back into each other's bodies. You simply didn't wear your rings in t.he shower. Pamela never ceased to be intrigued with the intricate nipple rings, and enjoyed putting them in Donna. With the rings out, as they were now, the nipples looked quite unusual. The clean open hole at their base was interesting, and the sensual hole down through their length for the locking pins left precious little of the nipples remaining. The nips looked like little hollow straws.
Pamela inserted the rings, centering their openings, and put the locking pins through until she heard them click into the rings. She pushed Donna gently back upon the bed and nibbled a nipple. She was constantly amazed about girls' nipples, for even though nearly stuffed with rings and locking pins, they still erected beautifully to a girl's mouth! It felt rather odd to suck Donna's, for instead of the soft normal feel, Pamela felt the hard locking pin within them. Well, at least it prevented one from biting a nipple, they had reminded each other jokingly several times!
What probably would have been a lovely romp in bed was interrupted by the entrance of Jan. Their mistress wore only a brief red bikini panty, much to the delight of the embraced girls on the bed, but it was what Jan was carrying that grabbed their attention at once. In one hand was an old-time whipping cane and in the other was a strap-on dildo.
Pamela and Donna squealed like children opening presents on Christmas, and came bouncing off the bed. They knew that there were such sex toys, but had never seen one. Its intended use was obvious and it brought the tingly feeling back, for although they were totally girl-oriented now they were definitely not off of boys… or at least boys' phalluses, either real or substitute!
Jan stripped off her panties and flung them across the room before sprawling on the bed.
'Eating time, slaves! Pussy dessert for you.'
'Yes, mistress,' said Donna, 'we're hungry anyway. Might just gobble you up tonight!'
The girls had already planned their action. It was an idea they had discussed for a day or two, and there was no time like the present to try it out.
Both fell between Jan's spread legs and their twin tongues began an eager licking simultaneously.
Jan gasped. 'Super! Never thought of that bit of action! Mmmmmm… I like it, I like it. Do it! Do it! Oooh, good slave girls!'
Pamela and Donna were most pleased with Jan's compliments. Mistresses didn't make any, if at all.
They flushed with pride that they had elicited her praise, and attacked her sex with wild abandon. It was fun, they discovered. Besides, they could play tongue games with each other at the same time, inside of Jan, and steal a quick kiss or two. Jan's wetness became pronounced and it was delightful to taste her cream on each other's mouth when they kissed. Jan arched and moaned in orgasm, nearly drowning the girls with her liquid.
Jan's hands were all tangled up in the hair of
Pamela and Donna, but naturally they hadn't minded. It was always a sign that a girl was enjoy- ing it when she put her hands in your hair.
'Know what I'm going to do with this?' asked Jan.
'Quite obviously you're gonna fuck us,' said Pamela happily.
'Ever been fucked by a girl, slave?'
'No. But we wanna be,' said Donna.
'Well, you're going to have to earn it,' promised Jan.
'Yes, mistress. Anything you say,' said Pamela.
Jan whisked the cane through the air, and the girls gasped at its sound.
'We still keep one of these old canes around here,' said Jan. 'Used to use 'em all the time on girls in the old days, even before the turn of the century. You'll each take three strokes from me, and one from each other, bending over and holding your ankles. If you let go your ankles, you don't get a fucking.'
'Crikey,' said Pamela. 'Thing looks like it cuts a girl in half. Geez!'
'Stop bitching, fluff,' said Jan. 'Girls in the olden times used to get a dozen or more cuts, even in public schools. And I'm not talking about seven- teen-year-olds like you either. I'm talking about little moppets. Now let's see that butt, slave Pamela!'
Pamela bent over and grabbed her ankles, immediately feeling terribly vulnerable to the cane. The cane swished and made a loud 'thwacking' sound when it reached Pamela's flesh. Her hair swished upwards and her lips peeled back baring her teeth, before a gurgled cry came out. Her bottom felt on fire. It took every bit of resolve to not lose her position when the second cut came, and the third cut made her do something she'd never done before. Swear terribly. Jan handed the cane to 'Donna.
'If you go easy on, your lover-girl, you get double.'
Donna's stroke brought tears to Pamela's eyes for it had been harder than Jan's. She stood up and explored her bottom with her fingers.
'Cor, that thing hurts! Geez, look at those welts whip isn't hear as bad!' whined Pamela.
'Okay, Donna girl, your turn.'
Like Pamela, Donna found this new whipping very different. It wasn't just the awful hurt of a cane. It was being whipped untied, and forced not to move. It was against a girl's nature to take it unbound. It was so much easier to be tied helplessly… but just to accept it took every bit of a girl's willpower. Donna did well, however, and did not break her stance for the three. Every girl's whipping reaction was different, like fingerprints.
Pamela moved her hips when the cane struck her.
Donna lifted her right leg. It had been rather cute.
Pamela accepted the cane, measured her distance, and sent it slashing across her loved one's rear. Before this stroke, Donna had only gasped, but Pamela's stroke was a bit much,
'Owwwwww, my ass!' she howled;
Pamela laughed. 'Thought I could get some- thing out of you, darling.'.' Just you wait,'. promised Donna. Bat she had smiled and kissed the tip of Pamela's nose.
Jan had strapped on the dildo meanwhile. and the two threw themselves happily on the bed. They lay open- legged, side by side, like two baby birds waiting to be, fed. Pamela's brown hair was short and somewhat curly, while Donna's pubic fur was black and silky. Made a nice contrast. Jan took hold of Pamela's pussy rings and pulled her entrance apart nicely, before guiding the phallus in with her hips. Pamela threw back her head in plea- sure. It had been some time since she had had a 'boy.'
Jan alternated back and forth between Pamela and Donna, giving each about a two-minute turn per time. Both were delightfully wet, and things did become quite messy. Pamela and Donna held hands, and squeezed when they climaxed.
'This isn't all for fun, y'know,' panted Jan. She had worked very hard in her thrustings, like a boy would, and was perspiring. 'In a couple of weeks you're gonna begin fucking boys on Saturdays.
Boys' school up the way, I'll make some good change off you two cunts. Custom here, you know.
Part of your training and punishment. So… got to keep you two slaves opened up a bit. Been awhile since you got laid, I imagine.'
The girls were not surprised. Ravan had told them to expect such activity on their first day, and they had often discussed it. Better than that, they had accepted it as proper punishment for young ladies. If girls were bad, they should be made to screw, they had said. Yet, now that Jan had said it, it made them have the old tingly feeling again, for it just wasn't making it with boys, it was prostituting themselves to make money for their mis- tress! The girls knew of the pimps in Piccadilly and of the street girls who worked for them, but their own situation would be quite different. They would whore for another girl — Jan! Yet both knew that indeed that's what slave girls were for. To obey their mistress and do anything for her. If indeed they were to go on into slavery-hire after Avondale there could be nothing that they wouldn't do.
