to request it. I know that you are not particularly shocked at lesbian love. Whether either of you has tried. it, makes no difference. You have thought about it at times, because it is very normal between females. Men do not share this feeling. It will come natural to you, and is not a perversion. You two have only been together a few hours, yet I will bet that already you have had some rather… nice thoughts about each other, especially when you were bound together in the van. Am I not right?'
Pamela and Donna looked at each other sheepishly. They had been holding hands all this time, and now gave each other a squeeze. Jan, standing behind them, gave a telltale cough.
'I thought so,' smiled Ravan. 'You see, boys don't hold hands like you're doing! Your love will spill over to the other girls… You may feel free to bed with them too. You are allowed to sleep with any girl of course, and I suggest t,hat, you try them all sooner or later.'
'Are we allowed visits by our mothers?' asked Pamela.
'Mothers are not allowed to visit,' answered Ravan, 'nor can you write or phone. Your mistress will write your mothers regularly informing them of your punishments and activities. She will also include photos of you being punished and having sex.'
Pamela and Donna flushed sunburn red.
'This is not a game or a boarding school,' said
Ravan. 'You are here as offenders to be punished, and one of your punishments is to have your mothers completely informed. Now, Jan will take you back to your room and carry on from here.'
As Jan led the pair back to their room. Pamela whispered to Donna.
'I heard all that, but I'm having trouble digesting it, Donna. This is 1972, isn't it? It can't be for real!'
'Baby, I think it is for real!'
Chapter Two
'You'll see the other slaves tomorrow,' said
Jan. 'They're in their rooms studying tonight. I don't mean studying books, I mean studying how to be better slaves. Their mistresses are teaching them, so you'll probably hear some delightful sounds! Now, strip and take a shower together.
And soap each other as Ravan pointed out. Every last place. Put on what you have been told to wear, and I will return in an hour to begin your training.'
The door clicked shut, and within the room one could hear the proverbial pin drop.
'Well?' said Pamela.
'Well?' said Donna.
'Do we head for the windows or do we play girl games in the shower?' laughed Pamela.
Donna looked at the barred windows, and re- turned the laugh.
'Unless you.have a hacksaw, hon, we play girl games in the shower!'
Pamela reached across and began to unbutton Donna's blouse. When the last button was released she peeled the garment back, baring Donna's breasts. The firm mounds were beautiful, despite being flecked from the punishment bra. Pamela shivered briefly as a brand new emotion reared itself within her. She had never stripped a girl before and she found the moment rather exciting.
Why deny it?
'Crikey, you've got super tits, Donna,' she said.
'Geez, I feel all funny. Want to do me?'
Donna returned the favor and unbuttoned Pamela.
'Look who's talking!' laughed Donna. 'Some set of knockers you have!'
The shower was delightful after the long day.
There was no hesitation as the girls passed the bar of soap back and forth between them Their hands rubbed and smeared the foamy suds on each other with eagerness and both felt the intense stimulation generated by this activity. Ravan's words were most apparent, It was a natural thing! The feel of a slippery, soapy girl was unbelievable!
Busy hands soaped slippery breasts longer than necessary, but breasts felt so… beautiful. Lather- coated fingers ran between the deep bottom cheeks to the puckered orifice, then foamed the silken hair at their sex and the warm lips within. Pamela and Donna knew cleanliness and let their soap-laden fingers probe deep within each other. There was no point in playing puritan games and pretending nonchalance. Their gasps were loud and very hon- est. Pamela shook her hair and squealed at the. fantastic realization of what was happening. Here was a chick she only knew for a few hours and they had soapy fingers in each other!
They washed each other's legs and feet, and necks and armpits, before turning off the shower.
Neither moved to get out of the stall. They just ' looked at each other. It wasn't important as to who moved first, in fact, they probably moved together.
Their mouths met softly and held, Pamela felt Donna's arms go around her wet back, and she encircled her as well, her hands grasping the upper swells of the girl's lovely bottom. The kiss was very long, and at the end, their tongues met nicely.
Pamela dried herself with a fluffy towel, her mind in a dizzy state of shock and pleasure at her new discovery. The wetness between her legs was unbelievable! She felt clean and fresh and excited and alive! It was not necessary to say anything to each other. It would have only spoiled things probably. The silent message was there, bet,ween them, and they both received it loud and clear. Let what will be, be, Let nature have its way.
There was nothing so feminine to a girl than the feel of fresh nylon panties, garter belt, and sleek nylon stockings. And high heels. Particularly high heels! They put about four years on a girl's age with their wearing, and turned even average legs into things of beauty. A girl's legs were longer, slimmer, sexier in heels, and who could deny the sensuous sound they made when clicking down s hallway in an office building!
Donna and Pamela felt ultra-feminine when dressed.
Donna laughed nicely. 'Wowee! Do you look smashing, hon!'
'Wouldn't kick you out of bed, either.'' smiled Pamela. 'You are cute, Miss Carson!'
'Thank you, Miss McNee,' said Donna, loving the game. 'Feel like I'm only half dressed though.This is it?'
'That's it, until our parole, I guess,' said Pamela.
'Cor,' laughed Donna. 'Bare boobs and our fur showing through our pants all day. And ten of us yet! No wonder girls get turned on by each other here! But y'know? I think it's terribly exciting!
'Magine being bare breasted for six months, Like in the jungle! Probably won't ever want to put on a bra or a blouse again. Mother simply won't understand!'
Pamela laughed. Donna was such fun to be with!
Jan returned shortly wearing a stunning white 'halter and shorts set, and Donna made a soft wolf whistle to Pamela. The latter smiled and winked.
Donna always seemed to say or do the right thing at the right time!
'Well, Miss Pink Pants and Miss White Pants, did you enjoy your shower together?' teased Jan.
'Yes, mistress,' said Donna.
'Girls feel nice when they're all wet and slippery, don't they?'
It didn't require an answer.
'Fun and games are over for awhile, fluffs,' said Jan with sudden seriousness. 'We'll try a little thumb- hanging for an hour or two, and then I think you'll be ready to show me how much you… appreciate me.'
'Thumb-hanging!' exclaimed Pamela. 'You've gotta be kidding! That went out with the Inquisition!'
'Did they hang girls by the thumbs in the Inquisition?' asked Jan.
'Guess so,' said Donna.
'Are you girls?' asked Jan.
'Yes.'
'Do you have thumbs?'
'Yes.'
