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 Robert 10_1 (Robert's Loose Ends)

   This story takes over where "Robert's Legacy" left off.  While you might
be able to jump straight into this story, I highly recommend you read the
prior Robert stories first.  In this story, Robert decides to tie up a
couple loose ends.

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   (ped, mF, ff, Ff, MF, MM, inc, nc, ws, toys, bd, blackmail, best and
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   By The Devil's Advocate

   1.

   Robert seemed to never feel safe.  While he didn't like feeling paranoid
all of the time, he was well aware that this was the price he paid for the
path he decided to take in life.  If you want to have fun kidnapping and
training submissives then you had to accept the fact that you were going to
piss a few people off in the process.  Of course, knowing this and being
prepared for it were two different things.

   For some reason, Robert thought that the further down this path he went,
the less paranoid he would become.  That it would become almost like second
nature for him.  Robert was finding that the opposite appeared to be true.

   It seemed that the more people he involved, the more loose ends there
were.  Some loose ends were way worse than others.  The past few months was
a great example of how bad these loose ends could become.

   First, one of his prior slaves, Susan, goes nuts and sets fire to her
house.  This results in Robert making a 911 call in an effort to save both
her and her brother, Danny.  It was an act of pure instinct on Robert's
part.  He thought of Susan and Danny as though they were his children. 
Trying to come to their rescue was the only thing he could think of at the
time.

   Afterwards, once he had more time to think, he realized the call had
been a major mistake.  Especially considering the story he read on the
internet that stated everyone died anyway.  All Robert seemed to have
accomplished was to raise a major fucking red flag that something out of
the ordinary was going on.  Plus, the 911 call gave away his current
location.  On top of that, his call probably allowed them to put the fire
out much sooner.  This meant potentially more evidence that otherwise would
have gone up in smoke.

   The next loose end was this guy, Snake.  Robert had evidence on Snake,
but he knew it was only enough to get his sister back from the guy.  While
Snake had Linda, Robert didn't have much to loose by turning the guy in. 
However, doing so now would not only focus the cops on Snake but himself as
well.  This was especially dangerous after the 911 call.  It wouldn't take
the cops long to connect the two cases.  It would ensure Snake didn't
follow them but it would also give them pictures of Linda.

   Linda wasn't allowed out of the RV that often, but if the wrong person
seen her photo then it might point the cops even closer to finding out her
real name.  Which of course would point them to Robert.

   Robert knew he was giving the cops way too much credit.  However, his
paranoia required that he assume the worst case scenario.

   It was for these, and many other reasons, that Robert found himself
retreating from California.  Not only was he leaving as fast as he could,
but he already decided he would never return there.  At least not for many
years.

   Other than for gas, Robert didn't stop driving until he reached
Colorado. Okay, maybe he stopped a few times to fuck his sister.  But for
the most part he was on the road.  He knew it was just a matter of time
before Snake found out Robert and Linda were traveling via an RV.  There
were several ways he could have figured this out.  The most likely way he
would find out, however, would be via Julia.

   Julia was yet another loose end.  She was a trained submissive Robert
"entertained" for several weeks while Linda was being held captive by
Snake. In fact, Julia was the one that told Robert about Snake.  This of
course only assured Robert that Julia's loyalties only went as far as her
leash.  Julia not only knew Robert had an RV, but probably even figured out
the model.  And she definitely would be able to provide Snake with a
description of what Robert looked like.

   Robert ordered Julia to keep her mouth shut.  However, Robert knew it
was just a matter of time before that order wore off.  Julia was a
submissive that needed to be dominated.  It was her nature.  It wouldn't
take her long to realize that Robert never planned to come back to fill
that dominate role.  When that happened, she would go crawling to Snake
hoping that her information might buy her a few weeks in his dungeon.

   This was only a guess of course.  It is also very possible she wouldn't
say a word to Snake.  From listening to her talk, she had hated almost
every minute in Snake's dungeon.  But, you never know when it comes to
submissives like her.  What she hates the most could very well be what she
actually wants the most.

   This would be especially true if she was anything like Robert's sister,
Linda.  As they drove, Robert asked Linda many questions.  At first these
questions focused mainly on what type of information she might have giving
Snake.  For example, had she broken to the point that she actually gave out
her real name or possibly even a home address?

   Linda swore up and down that she not only didn't give the guy this
information, but that he hadn't even really asked for it.  While it seemed
awkward that the guy hadn't asked, Robert did believe her.  Linda wasn't
100 percent broken, but Robert could tell she had definitely been brought
down several pegs.  At least enough that lying to him right now was beyond
her ability.  Or at least beyond her ability to do so without showing
obvious signs that she was lying.

   After several hours of this type of interrogation, Robert began asking
for other details.  It was very odd listening to his sister recount her
time in Snake's dungeon.  She sounded as though she absolutely hated every
minute of it.  However, Robert could also tell his sister missed Snake
already.  She might have even been in love with him.

   Robert heard stories about battered wives that still loved and even
defended their husbands.  This thing between Linda and Snake must have been
similar.  Robert just hoped that she would wise up in a few days and
realize how bad Snake actually was.  If she didn't then it could mean
trouble for Robert.

   Linda possibly falling in love with Snake hadn't even entered into his
equations.  His goal had only been to further her training.  However, if
Linda really was in love with Snake then that would make her too dangerous
to keep unchained.  Eventually, as Linda started to miss Snake more and
more, Robert would be forced to chain her up.  And this was the last thing
he wanted for Linda.  He wanted Linda to be his slave, but he also wanted
someone he could not only trust but even sometimes work with as a partner.
Not someone that needed to be restrained at all times.

   All of this considered, Robert was still pleased with the things Linda
had learned in Snake's care.  He was especially pleased with her
interaction with the guy's dog.  The thought of Linda being with a dog was
a major turn on for Robert.  However, it was also something he just
couldn't bring himself to introduce to her himself.  Not directly anyway.

   Robert just knew that she would never forgive him if he forced something
like that on her.  However, for some reason Linda seemed to already have
forgiven Snake for doing the exact same thing.  He doubted, however, that
she would be as forgiving to Robert if she ever found out her time with
Snake had been intended and not an accident.

   As far as Linda knew, Robert had lost Snake on the highway while tailing
them.  And that Robert had spent day after day trying to find her.  And of
course eventually succeeding and then rescuing her.

   Right now Linda seemed extremely grateful for her rescue.  However, if
Linda was in love with Snake then Robert feared that in time she would come
to resent him for rescuing her.  It is then that he would have to break out
the chains.

   As he thought about all of his loose ends, Robert tried to think of ones
he could actually fix.  The first one that came to mind was 12-year-old
Pupsiie.  Pupsiie was technically the first slave Robert trained from
scratch.  Though, Linda did most of the leg work.

   Pupsiie was 11 when she was trained.  It was young enough that Robert
was pretty sure the training would hold for at least another year or so. 
Still, if her mom started talking to her about the birds and the bees or
straight out asked Pupsiie if anyone had ever touched her, then the girl
might spill the beans.  Plus, there was a chance her training wasn't as
good as Robert thought it was.

   Robert had a good idea of how he could fix this particular loose end. 
First, however, he wanted to pay the Sanders sisters a visit.

   2.

   Sandra Sanders (21), and her sister, Jane (14), seemed happy to see
Robert when he finally arrived in Colorado Springs.  Robert knew it was
just an act.  He wasn't sure if Sandra was really happy to see him, but he
knew for sure Jane wasn't.  Jane wasn't a complete stranger to Robert's
dick, but a majority of her training was primarily in lesbianism.  Assuming
of course you didn't count their dog, Blacky.

   Jane was extremely obedient.  However, Robert could still see the
disgust in her eyes every time he wet his dick in her.  Robert loved that
she hated his dick so much.  However, it kind of pissed him off that she
couldn't at least act like she loved it.  Any good slave would at least put
on an act.

   The look of joy on Linda's face told Robert he had made the right
decision in coming straight back to Colorado.  While it was questionable
whether Linda was in love with Snake, there was no doubt that she was with
Sandra.

   Up until now, Robert always thought of Linda's love for Sandra as being
a tad dangerous.  Now he was counting on it to help focus Linda's emotions
away from Snake.

   As Linda, Jane and Sandra sat and chatted in the living room, Robert
made his way to the basement.  Like his prior visits, Robert's priority was
to ensure Vee was okay.  When he got to the basement he found Vee right
were she was supposed to be.  She was in a large metal cage in the center
of the room.

   As Robert circled the cage in order to inspect her, he realized that he
didn't know exactly how old she was.  Even after being in the cage for
about 2 years, Vee only looked to be maybe 40 years old.  Of course, Sandra
made Vee do lots of pushups, sit ups and other exercises.  But still, Vee's
youthful appearance was still impressive.

   Vee's fake ID had her at 42.  However, Robert knew she couldn't be that
young.  She had a couple kids and from his best calculations the youngest
she could be was maybe 46.  That was assuming she had her first kid as
young as 15 or so.  For her to actually be 42 she would have had to have
her first kid at like 11.  Technically it was possible, but Robert knew it
was unlikely.

   For a moment, Robert thought about asking Vee how old she was.  However,
he had no way of knowing if she would tell him the truth or not.  Plus, if
she gave a number much higher than 50 then playing with the woman wouldn't
be as exciting.  That would make Vee about as old as his grandmother.

   Robert's inspection actually had nothing to do with determining her age.
Robert had been gone for over a half a year.  He wanted to make sure Sandra
hadn't gotten too carried away during that time.  Sandra sent him weekly
videos of Vee, but there was a lot that can be hidden on a video.

   Vee looked like her tits had been caned a bit recently.  But other than
that he didn't see any major marks.  Vee was pretty well broken in and
Robert doubted she would have done anything to deserve a canning.  However,
Robert didn't plan to say anything to Sandra about it.  Sandra deserved at
least some payback.  Vee kept the girl locked up in this same basement and
did much worse things to her and her sister.

   Despite the protection Robert provided Vee, he knew the woman needed to
die.  He got mixed feelings every time he inspected her and discovered she
was still in good shape.  He was happy that Sandra was obeying his orders,
yet disappointed that it looked like Vee was going to live yet another day.

   Vee was probably his biggest loose end.  To make matters worse, Robert
knew that Sandra wanted her dead.  Thus, him keeping Vee alive made Sandra
a potential threat to him as well.  Robert hoped that eventually Sandra
would discover that torturing the lady on a daily basis was a much better
payback than killing her.  Sandra acted like she understood this, but
Robert wasn't sure she was actually at that point yet.

   Robert had every reason in the world to kill Vee.  It would be easy to
accomplish even.  All he would have to do is give Sandra full control over
Vee.  He wouldn't even have to tell Sandra to kill her.  Thus, technically,
his conscious would be clear.

   However, there was more to consider than just this.  He also had to
consider how killing Vee would affect Sandra's mental state.  The girl was
already kind of out there thanks to Vee's treatment of her.  And of course
Robert's training of Sandra didn't help her mental state any either.

   While Robert still played with her on occasion, and their dog, Blacky,
definitely ordered her around, what really anchored Sandra seemed to be her
role as a dominate for Jane and Vee.  You could just tell that Sandra found
this dominate role to be her primary purpose in life.  Despite how much she
might want Vee dead, Robert was certain that loosing Vee would remove a
large portion of her purpose.  If that happened then all hell could break
loose.

   There was something else about Vee though that even Robert didn't like
to admit.  In a way, Vee was like a mother or possibly a grandmother to
him. Years before he was born, Vee had taken on Robert's mother as a slave.
It was this training that allowed Robert to later enslave his mother.  It
was his first real taste of being a master.  It was an extremely addictive
feeling to dominate his own mother.  She, after all, had been the dominate
person in the family his entire life.  Once he got a taste of that power he
just couldn't give it up.  So, in a way, he owed his current path in life
to Vee.

   Did Vee scare the shit out of him?  Hell yes.  However, he knew deep
down that she really didn't deserve to die.  She was a dominate.  Enslaving
people was just in her nature.  Just like it was in Robert's.  Had they met
under different circumstances, and Vee not tried to take his sister away
and possibly enslave him as well, then Robert probably would have thought
of her as a friend or colleague.

   Besides, there was always the possibility that she could be trained. 
According to Sandra, Vee was already fully trained.  However, Robert wasn't
so sure about that.  Vee displayed all the signs of a fully broken and
trained slave.  But Robert just couldn't believe someone like Vee could
truly break.  Not only was she too dominate, but she knew all the tricks of
the trade.  Hell, she knew 50 times more than Robert and Sandra did.  She
also knew exactly how to fool them into thinking she was broken.

   As he thought about this, Robert unzipped his pants and pulled out his
dick.  Vee immediately turned toward him on her knees and opened her mouth
wide.  After having to suck Blacky off on almost a daily basis, Robert
guessed that his dick probably looked pretty good to the woman.  She wasn't
going to get away with something as simple as a blowjob though.

   Instead, Robert pointed his dick at her and started pissing.  Vee
flinched as the hot foul liquid hit her right breast.  She didn't dare back
away though.  Doing so meant much worse punishments than being peed on.

   "Oh, God," Vee thought as the stream of piss started angling upward. 
"Please, not again."

   Vee wanted to protest and scream at the top of her lungs.  She wanted to
do this and many other things.  However, she knew what was expected of her.
So, she held her ground and kept her mouth wide open as the stream ran up
her neck.  Vee had to hold back her gag reflex as she felt the stream hit
her chin and then a second later shoot into her mouth.

   Thanks to Sandra, Vee was trained very well when it came to piss.  One
would think that there wasn't much you could do with a mouth full of piss.
One would be wrong.  Sandra had a whole slew of commands when it came to
dealing with piss.  All of which Vee was very familiar with.

   Some, like the "Water Fountain", were just silly fun that Sandra tossed
in.  With this command Vee was required to get a mouth full of piss then
turn her head upward, pucker her lips and then squirt the piss out in a
long stream.  The piss looked like a fountain as it went 5 or 6 inches
above her and then fell right back down on her face.

   There of course were others that were designed more for disgust and
humiliation.  For example, one command required Vee to gargle the piss
before swallowing it.  Another command required her to drink the piss but
hold the last mouthful until her mistress told her to swallow.  Of course,
Sandra often required Vee to hold that mouthful of piss for hours on end.

   Recently, Sandra seemed to be adding a whole new dimension to piss
drinking.  In addition to disgust and humiliation, Sandra was incorporating
pain as well.  One of these new commands required Vee to basically try to
snort the piss.  An even worse one required her to start to swallow the
piss.  However, before the piss reaches her stomach she has to force it
back up and then out her nose where she is required to catch it in her
mouth again.  Both of these were extremely painful.  Sandra assured her
that once Vee mastered them that it would no longer be as painful.  Vee was
far from mastering these new commands.  However, she doubted it would ever
become less painful even if she did.

   Robert hadn't given her any of these commands though.  Vee wasn't used
to thinking for herself and for a moment she almost asked Robert what he
wanted her to do.  But talking without permission was just as bad as
disobeying an order.  Not that she was going to be able to make a coherent
sound with a mouth full of piss anyway.

   Vee was sometimes allowed to let all the piss drool from her mouth. 
However, that was extremely rare.  While she would have loved to just let
it drool out.  She also knew it would probably offend her master if she
choose that option.  So, she did the next least repulsive thing she could
think of.  She started swallowing.  While it also wasn't often that she was
given the pleasure of simply guzzling down the piss, she knew it at least
wouldn't piss her master off.

   "I see you have gotten a fondness for the taste of piss," Robert said
with a smile as the stream of piss tapered off.

   Vee wanted to correct him and explain why she had decided to drink the
piss.  However, she knew that doing so was not only pointless but a
potentially big mistake.  Instead, she did what she knew a good slave was
supposed to do.  She closed her mouth, swallowed the last of the piss and
then gave Robert her best smile.

   Vee's reaction to the whole ordeal was textbook.  Robert felt it was a
bit too textbook.  Sure, a broken slave would have acted this way. 
However, Robert just couldn't believe Vee could break so fast.  Granted,
Vee has been caged in this basement for about 2 years.  Robert knew it was
much longer than he would have been able to handle without totally
breaking. But he knew Vee was much stronger than him in this regard.  Had
she at least frowned or something then he might have bought the idea that
she was on her way to breaking.

   Is it possible she was broken?  Yes.  But she certainly wasn't broken to
the degree Robert wanted her to be.  While he never planned to let her out
of the cage, he wanted her to the point where he knew he could do so
without her being a threat to anyone.

   While his safety was a prime concern, Robert also felt he was truly
looking out for Vee's best interests.  Vee would never be truly happy again
until she was completely broken.  Most submissives only had to be partially
broken to be happy.  However, Vee wasn't a submissive.  Not by a long shot.
She wasn't going to be happy again until her old dominant self was
completely ripped away.  Robert was sure that for this to happen would
require a lot longer than two years.

   "Ass," Robert commanded.

   Robert knew this wasn't an official command she had been taught.  But it
didn't take a genius to figure it out.  Vee quickly got onto all fours and
rotated in her cage until her ass was facing Robert.  She fed her feet
through the bars and backed up until she felt the cold steel touch her ass
cheeks.  She then lowered her upper body to the floor in order to give her
master an easier target.

   Robert ran his hands over her ass.  Unlike her tits, there were no fresh
welts on her ass.  There were several bruises and a little scaring, but
overall her ass was in good shape.  In more ways than one.  Other than
these marks, her ass actually looked better than when she was first put in
the cage.  It looked like it belonged to a 30 year old and not a 45+.  All
the exercise and strict diet was really doing her wonders.

   "Oh," Vee grunted as Robert reached down and started toying with the
plug up her ass.

   The plug hadn't surprised Robert.  A good slave is always plugged.  He
was surprised, however, by the size of the plug.  He didn't need to pull
the plug out to know this was one of the bigger ones.  The bigger ones in
Sandra's collection were black.  Unlike the smaller ones which were a
pinkish flesh color.  Not that the smaller ones were all that small.  The
smallest pinkish one was about 2 inches wide.  The smallest black one,
however, was 3.5 inches.

   "Oh!" Vee grunted much louder as Robert slowly pulled the plug out of
her ass.

   Robert was happy to see that the plug was not one of the insanely big
ones.  This one was only about 3.75 inches thick.  That was still pretty
huge, but it could have been much worse.  Sandra had some gigantic ones. 
The type that are meant more for show than actual use.  But something told
Robert that in time they too would find themselves up Vee's asshole.

   By her grunt, it sounded like this current one was a newer size for Vee.
Robert's guess was that this was Vee's first day wearing this size.  It was
probably Sandra's way of telling him that Vee's asshole was about ready for
Blacky's knot.

   Ready or not, Robert wasn't going to give that authorization yet.  It
was barely 6 months ago that he gave Sandra permission to let Blacky knot
with Vee's cunt.  But like most women, if you give Sandra an inch then she
wants the whole dick.  Okay, maybe that's not the official saying.

   Robert knelt down so he could get a better look at her asshole as it
slowly closed up.  Surprisingly, it seemed to be in good shape.  Robert
wondered if her asshole was naturally resilient or if maybe Sandra was
using medicine on her.  While Linda was naturally resilient, Robert found
that he had to use hemorrhoidal creams on most of his other slaves to keep
their holes in good shape.

   Waving the pointless thought aside, Robert reached out and slid one of
his fingers deep in Vee's nether hole.  He rotated it around a little and
then withdrew it.  He looked at his finger closely but didn't see any signs
of blood.

   "Maybe you are ready for Blacky's knot," Robert said more to himself
than Vee.

   Vee's groan of despair told him that he had said it loud enough for her
to actually hear.  That was fine though.  It was the first reaction from
her that he actually believed to be natural.  Either she was slipping up or
had just given up hope of convincing him she was a changed woman.

   "I tell you what," Robert said.  "You give me a good fuck and I will see
what I can do about delaying the inevitable for at least a month or so."

   Vee started crying tears of joy.  Sandra had been threatening her with
Blacky's knot for a long time.  However, she had stated just a few hours
ago that Blacky might get her ass as early as the very next day.  Hearing
that it might be delayed for a month or more was very good news.  Vee knew
it was hardly something to actually cry in joy about.  However, it had been
so long since she felt anything close to joy that the emotion had caught
her off guard.

   "Thank you master," Vee managed to reply between sobs.

   Robert wanted to remind her that she still had to earn the gift. 
However, something told him that she was about to give a good performance.

   Robert got on his knees, aimed his dick and then shuffled forward until
the end of it touched Vee's asshole.  Vee pushed back toward his dick but
the bars prevented her from taking more than an inch of it.

   Robert let her buck back against the tip of his dick for several seconds
before he finally started shuffling forward again.

   "Oh shit," Vee groaned as she swallowed more and more of Robert's huge
dick.

   Vee kept humping back and forth on Robert's dick as he fed inch after
inch of it through the bars.  Robert wondered if Vee could tell exactly how
much his dick had grown in the past 6 months since the last time he fucked
her.

   It was funny, but not too long ago Robert used to be ashamed of the size
of his dick.  His most recent growth spurt would have actually worried him.
However, now that he was training slaves he found his huge dick to be his
greatest asset.  He hadn't actually measured it recently, but he guessed
that it had to be at least 10 to 11 inches long and just under 3.5 inches
thick.  It looked grotesquely huge on his still somewhat young body. 
However, he knew it also struck fear into the hearts of all his slaves. 
Especially the young ones.

   Vee's pace slowed significantly by the time his pelvis was up against
the bars.  With the bars holding them both back, Robert guessed she was
actually only taking maybe 8 inches on each thrust.  He could tell by her
grunts that it was still enough to cause her a lot of discomfort.

   "Ride that dick slut," Robert whispered to her.

   It was a simple comment, but enough to encourage her to try harder. 
Slowly her pace increased.  It wasn't long and she was putting all her
strength into each thrust and pounding her ass hard against the bars on
each return.

   "Does my slut think she could cum like this?" Robert asked.

   Vee knew it was more an order than it was a question.  So, she didn't
bother to answer.  Instead, she kept driving the dick up her hole as fast
as she could.  As she did so she searched the waves of discomfort for
indications of pleasure.  This wasn't the first time she had been ordered
to climax despite being in discomfort.  In fact, she was becoming rather
good at it.

   It took her over 2 minutes, however, to find anything buried in all that
pain.  What she found was hardly something she would consider "pleasure"
but it wasn't really pain either.  The best she could describe it was that
of a "thud".  A kind of thumping that seemed to jar her insides every time
she slammed back on that huge dick.

   Thud.  Thud.  Thud.

   Vee blocked out the pain the best she could and focused all her
attention on that thud.  She knew if she concentrated hard enough she could
fool her senses into thinking the thud was actually pleasure.

   It took another two minutes but sure enough she started to feel those
first tingles of lust.  It was all down hill from here.  Now that she had
smoke it was just a matter of time before there would be fire.

   "You're such a slut," she thought to herself.  "Only a slut would get
pleasure from an ass fuck like this."

   Thoughts like this were shooting back and forth in her head.  For some
these thoughts would have prevented that fire from starting.  Not Vee
though.  These were the same types of things she would often tell her
slaves when they were getting off on something this vile.  She may not be
the mistress anymore, but the remnants of those thoughts still gave her a
wave of pleasure.  In a perverse way, being on the slave end of those
thoughts gave her even more pleasure.  Though it did still feel rather odd.

   "Oh shit!" Vee started repeating over and over as the smoke turned to
sparks and then flames.

   Vee knew she had no choice but to cum as her master ordered.  However,
she still felt disgusted with herself as that climax neared.  Whenever she
was made to do things like this, there was always this small part of her
that yelled out not to obey.  This voice in her head seldom won though. 
Her tits and ass often paid the price via whippings and canings on the rare
occasions that the voice did win.  And of course she always found herself
giving in and doing the vile acts anyway.

   "You're such a good ass slut."

   At first Vee thought one of the voices in her head had just said the
remark.  But then she realized that it was Robert.  Vee felt a small tinge
of pride when she heard the comment.  This only served to make her feel
more disgusted with herself.  And this in turn somehow pushed her over the
edge and into climax.

   As Vee came, so did Robert.  He wanted to hold out longer but Vee's
asshole didn't give him much of a choice.  As she climaxed her ass muscles
started massaging and squeezing Robert's dick.  It felt so exquisite that
he was unloading into her bowels before he could think to react.

   "Not bad," Robert said as he caught his breath.  "You have a nice
asshole.  It would be a shame to deny it to Blacky.  However, I think he
can wait at least a few more weeks."

   Vee was so happy that she actually felt like kissing Robert.  She
wouldn't dare try such a thing though.  Not only would she get punished for
doing it but she knew she would never forgive herself if she did.  She knew
that this desire to thank her master was just one of her many emotional
overreactions.  She knew it was a result of being isolated in the cage for
such a long time.  That and the constant abuse at the hands of her captors.


   Despite knowing this, the emotions were often so strong that it was
always hard to avoid reacting to them.  Luckily, her captors had strict
rules Vee had to follow.  Rules that she didn't dare disobey.  They were
horrible rules.  However, Vee was often glad they existed.  They prevented
her from willingly doing humiliating things like kissing her tormentors. 
They also gave her excuses for when she performed other humiliating things
like pulling away from Robert's dick, turning and sucking it clean.

   Vee was actually pleased as she started to performed her mandatory
cleanup duties.  It was a way for her to express her gratitude for
postponing Blacky's rape of her asshole.  However, like always, the
emotional overreaction quickly dissipated and she found herself disgusted
not only with the task but with herself as well.

   As he watched Vee lick his dick clean, Robert noted that her training
was definitely progressing.  She might not be broken to his tastes yet but
she was a lot closer now than she had been the last time he fucked her.

   3.

   After zipping up, Robert made his way back upstairs.  When he came out
he seen Jane in the kitchen pouring some drinks.  Robert pointed at the
basement door to let her know she needed to lock it.  Linda didn't know Vee
was down there and now wasn't a good time for her to find out.

   Linda was so enchanted with Sandra that she didn't seem to notice Robert
had left, let alone returned to the room.  It was funny watching the two
sit on the couch and talk.  You could tell that both of them couldn't wait
to get alone so they could make out and play with each other.

   While Linda made it perfectly clear that she liked Sandra, she never let
her brother know she actually loved her.  And she certainly didn't brag
about it to Jane.  Jane played with Linda a little in the past.  However,
Jane seemed a little too mean for Linda's tastes.  The last thing she
wanted to do was broach the subject of sex with the girl.

   What Linda didn't know was that Robert was well aware of the love
affair. He even had video footage via hidden cameras showing Linda and
Sandra having sex.  Robert was always tempted to not only let Linda know
this, but also about some of the nasty things Sandra and Jane did together.
However, he knew Linda would probably react badly if she knew all of this.

   As he thought about this, Robert looked over at Jane.  It was hard to
believe this was the same girl that he watched every week in the videos
sent to him by Sandra.  Right now she looked so, normal.  Yet, in the
videos she performed more like an animal than a person.  In fact, Sandra
was training her sister like she might a dog.

   After about 2 years, Jane now had a slew of dog commands she responded
too.  Commands that went well beyond what any real dog would ever be
taught. When Sandra wasn't training her sister she was "breeding" her with
Blacky.  Unlike Vee, Jane had long since taken Blacky's knot up her asshole
as well as her cunt.

   Robert could only imagine what was going through Jane's head as she
watched Sandra and Linda sit on the couch and try to pretend they weren't
lovers.  He wondered if Jane felt they were being silly.  Or, if maybe she
was jealous of Linda.  After all, it had been almost 2 years since her
sister had shown any real love or other kind of affection toward her.

   Sometimes Robert wondered if the two sisters still loved each other. 
They obviously had that special slave/mistress affection for each other. 
However, did it go beyond that?  Did Jane feel love in her heart when she
drank Sandra's piss?  And did Sandra feel the same way when she made her
sister drink it?

   Robert knew it was impossible to get answers to these questions.  Hell,
Sandra and Jane probably didn't even know for sure.  These type of
questions never kept him awake at night.  They would just sometimes pop
into his head when he seen the two of them performing together.

   Robert sat in the living room for almost an hour listening to Linda and
Sandra talk.  He found it fascinating that they could find so many things
to talk about.  Especially considering 99 percent of what Sandra ever did
had to be kept secret from Linda and vice versa.

   Finally, Robert announced he was going to bed.  As he got up he looked
into Jane's eyes.  He didn't say anything further, but Jane blushed knowing
she had just been ordered to share his bed that night.

   Jane was extremely well trained and started to get up herself.  However,
Sandra covertly put her hand on Jane's leg to let her know she should stay.
It would look too obvious if Jane left at the same time.  It was another 5
minutes before Sandra finally let her leave the living room.

   Jane didn't do a good job of sneaking into Robert's room.  But it didn't
matter.  Linda was too focused on Sandra to notice.  Not that it would have
mattered that much if she did notice.  Linda already figured out that there
had to be something going on between Robert and one of the girls.  Why else
would they keep coming back here?  Linda spent all her time with Sandra
during their visits so she had a good feeling it was Jane fucking her
brother.  If anything, Linda would have been pleased to know this suspicion
was correct.

   The two girls talked for only a minute after Jane left the room.  Like
always, it was Sandra that leaned over and gave the first kiss.  Linda
eagerly returned it though.  The smooches started out short and sweet but
soon became long and deep tongue kisses.

   After a few minutes when it was clear that Jane definitely wasn't coming
back, the two girls got bolder.  Linda was actually the first to go for a
piece of clothing.  As their tongues danced together, Linda let the fingers
of her right hand play with the top button of Sandra's shirt.

   First she undid the top button and then worked her way down.  Her goal,
however, was not to actually remove the item.  She would be utterly
embarrassed if Jane or Robert returned and found her and Sandra half naked
on the couch.  The maneuver had simply been Linda's way of suggesting to
Sandra that they move to one of the bedrooms.

   Linda was surprised when she reached the bottom button and Sandra still
hadn't whisked her away to the bedroom.

   Linda's shirt was a pullover.  While she had no buttons to undo, Linda
could feel Sandra's hands snake underneath and toy with her nipples.

   "You've grown since I seen you last," Sandra whispered as she felt the
teen's blossoming breasts.

   Linda was proud that Sandra had noticed.  Her breasts weren't even a
handful yet, but they were still much bigger than the last time they had
been together.  Linda was happy to see that Sandra seemed pleased with the
slightly larger breasts.

   She was surprised, however, that Sandra didn't say anything about the
piercing and metal stud on her left breast.  Linda was glad she didn't have
to explain it.  But it seemed very odd that Sandra wasn't at least
surprised to find it.

   She forgot about the piercing a second later when Sandra pulled Linda's
shirt up and then off.  Sandra did it so fast that Linda didn't have time
to try to grasp it to hold it in place.

   "What about Jane and my brother?" Linda whispered in panic.

   "I think they are too busy with each other to worry about us," Sandra
said with a smile.

   Sandra felt herself blush slightly as she informed Linda she knew Robert
was fucking Jane.  She almost laughed at herself for being so embarrassed.
Considering all the nasty things she and Jane do together one would think
nothing could embarrass the girl.

   Sandra was ashamed of all the things she did with and to Jane.  However,
she enjoyed it also.  Or at least most of it.  The mix of pleasure and
barbaric perverseness was highly addictive.  Sandra always told herself
that she only did it because Robert made her.  Deep down she knew better.

   It embarrassed Sandra to give Linda even a tiny glimpse of this
perversion.  She knew Linda had been through a lot worse; however,
revealing this side of herself meant there would be yet another person
judging her.  And it wasn't so much this but the fact of who that person
was.  She cared for Linda.  And more importantly, she knew Linda cared for
her.

   Sandra had her orders though.  Robert sent her an advance email which
instructed her to do a lot more than just reveal Robert and Jane's
"romance" together.  Luckily, the romance was the only thing she had to
reveal tonight.  It would be worse in the days to come.  However, like any
good slave, Sandra was well aware that life often only got worse and not
better as time passed.  Therefore she was used to this feeling of pending
doom.

   While the information about Robert and Jane didn't really surprise
Linda, she was a bit shocked that Sandra knew about it.  She would have
never dreamed that Sandra would allow such a thing.  Technically, Robert
and Jane would be the same age in a few weeks when Jane turned 15. 
However, Robert would be 16 about 5 weeks after.  But it wasn't so much the
age difference as it was the age.  Lots of girls had sex at 14 and 15, but
it was surprising that Sandra would allow it.

   After thinking about it, Linda realized how silly she was being.  After
all, Sandra was having sex with her and she was only 12 and wouldn't be 13
until right before Robert turned 16.

   Linda started to wonder if Robert was blackmailing Sandra.  Maybe he had
found out about her and Sandra and was threatening to turn Sandra in if she
didn't let Robert fuck Jane.  It sounded like something Robert would do.

   "Sandra," Linda whispered when she felt the woman undoing her skirt.

   "Shhh," was Sandra's only reply.

   Linda was about to explain to Sandra that she didn't need to remove the
skirt.  She wasn't wearing underwear and the skirt was short enough that
Sandra could easily access her cunt.  However, Linda realized that it
wasn't the access to her cunt but the removal of the skirt itself that made
it so exciting.  A missing top could maybe be explained away.  Or at least
it wouldn't look like her and Sandra were beyond second base.  However, a
missing bottom as well meant they were on third; or home plate considering
they were both girls.

   Getting caught like this would be rather embarrassing.  However, Linda
was mainly just scared of Robert finding out.  Assuming of course he didn't
already know.  She knew her brother well enough to know he would probably
use knowledge like this against both her and Sandra in some fashion.

   "Mmm!" Linda purred when the skirt pulled off and Sandra immediately
buried her face between the little girl's legs.

   Linda bit her lower lip and tried her best to muffle her moans of
pleasure.  During her time in Snake's dungeon, Linda had all but given up
hope of ever feeling Sandra's tongue on her clit again.  Master Jeremy,
Snake's dog, would sometimes lick Linda's cunt.  However, it just wasn't
the same.

   "Oh!" Linda moaned loudly when she felt Sandra's tongue and mouth work
their way down her cunt and then over her asshole.

   Sandra gave Linda's asshole a couple swipes with her tongue.  She then
grabbed Linda's legs and pulled her forward until her rump was over the
front edge of the couch and only her head was supported by the back.  She
then pushed upward until Linda's knees were almost all the way to the
little girl's head.  This maneuver forced Linda's ass high into the air. 
Linda moaned in pleasure as Sandra brought her mouth back to the preteen's
asshole.

   Linda's asshole had seen a ton of abuse during her long captivity in
Snake's dungeon.  However, her ass had been on a vacation since her rescue
two days ago.  Other than the small nozzle during her routine morning
enemas, Linda hadn't had anything stuck up her asshole.  Following her
rescue, Robert not only didn't fuck her asshole but he even ordered her not
to use her plug for a couple days.

   At the time, Linda was grateful for her brother's understanding of what
she had been through.  However, after the first 24 hours she found she
missed having her asshole stretched and guts stuffed full.  By the second
day she was yearning for it.  She also felt this insatiable itch caused by
the micro fissures from taking such large objects.

   To make it worse, every time she tried to scratch at her hole, her
brother would order her to stop.  She tried her best to obey but failed to
do so.  Finally, her brother had to put her hands into some fingerless
mitts and lock her wrists together behind her back.  Even then she couldn't
help but shift back and forth in her chair constantly.

   Robert released Linda's hands right before reaching Sandra's house. 
Linda was a good girl and didn't scratch.  She didn't even scratch when
Robert disappeared earlier in the day.  Not that she would have dared to do
something so unlady like in front of Sandra or Jane.

   Linda felt a rush of tingles shoot up her spine as Sandra's delicate
tongue flicked at her asshole.

   "Oh, fuck!" Linda grunted in orgasm when Sandra's tongue suddenly shot
deep into her asshole.

   Linda wanted to yell at Sandra to not dare stop what she was doing. 
However, she knew she couldn't give a coherent sentence right now.  So,
instead she reached up and held Sandra's head in place.  Sandra got the
message and started darting her tongue around in the young girl's asshole
even more energetically.

   Sandra's tongue didn't stop dancing until Linda's climax came to an end
and the girl let go of her head.

   Linda was a bit in shock at how sudden and unexpected the climax had
been.  It was as though Sandra had read her mind and knew exactly what her
body needed.  Linda stared up dreamily into Sandra's eyes as the woman
continued to lightly tongue her asshole.  Her love had never been stronger
for the older woman than it was right now.

   "You've been a naughty girl," Sandra said as she finally pulled her
mouth away from the youngster's asshole.

   Linda blushed, thinking she was talking about what just happened. 
However, she then realized Sandra had used past tense.  Linda swallowed
hard, scared Sandra could somehow tell how much abuse her poor asshole had
endured during the past several weeks.

   Linda used a mirror just yesterday to inspect her asshole and she
couldn't see much difference.  So, how could Sandra tell such a thing?  Is
it possible the older woman could really sense these things about her? 
Linda liked the idea that they had a special connection.  However, this
strong of a connection scared her.  Linda had to do a lot of nasty things
during her captivity.  If their connection was really this strong then it
would be just a matter of time before Sandra found out about all of these
things.  Linda just knew Sandra wouldn't want to have anything to do with
her once she did find out.

   "You stopped wearing the jewelry I gave you," Sandra said with an
exaggerated pout.

   Linda almost let out an sigh of relief when she realized Sandra was just
talking about this and not other possible nasty activities.  Her relief was
short lived when it dawned on her that Sandra's feelings might actually be
hurt.

   The Jewelry Sandra was speaking of was a small metal butt plug with a
large blue crystal on the bottom portion that showed once inserted.  Linda
wore it every chance she could.  To her it was like a ring a boy might give
a girl when going steady.  It had been some time, however, since she wore
it last.  She hadn't gotten to wear it during her recent captivity and
Robert hadn't allowed her to wear any plugs at all in the prior two days
since her rescue.

   "You're not mad are you?" Linda whispered.  "I wear it whenever I can."

   Sandra stared at her for a moment but didn't ask any follow up
questions. Linda was pleased.  She knew she would have to lie to Sandra if
she did.  Sandra didn't let her completely off the hook though.

   "Don't you think you deserve a punishment for not wearing it?" Sandra
asked.

   Linda knew she didn't deserve a punishment.  She had very good reasons
for not wearing it.  However, explaining was not an option.  Besides, there
was something about the way Sandra smiled that told Linda that she wasn't
talking about a real punishment.  Sandra just wanted to play a sex game. 
Or at least Linda hoped that was the case.

   "Yes," Linda meekly replied.

   "Well, you would make too much noise if I spanked you," Sandra
whispered. "I think there is another way I can punish your ass though."

   "Oh!" Linda said in shock when she felt Sandra's index finger slide up
her asshole.

   Linda bit her lower lip as she looked up at Sandra's finger sliding in
and out of her asshole.  Linda let out another small gasp when a second
finger was added.  Sandra pounded the fingers into Linda's asshole for
about a minute.  Then she let the girl's legs back down.

   She didn't pull her two fingers from Linda's asshole.  Instead, she used
the fingers to guide Linda.  First she got her to turn over so she was
kneeling on the floor.  Then she pushed her forward until her face was
pressed against the back of the sofa and her hips against the front.

   "Sandra?" Linda said in surprise as a third finger was forced into her
asshole.

   The two had played anal games before, but Linda could tell Sandra was
planning to take those games much further this time.  Her suspicion was
proven correct when she felt a forth finger slide inside.

   "She's going to fist my asshole!" Linda thought to herself as she felt
the fifth finger being pushed into her hole.

   As the five fingers slowly stretched her hole, Linda tried to compare
Sandra's hand to other objects that had been up her ass before.  While she
was in a bit too much shock to really make good comparisons in her mind,
she was pretty sure she could handle the hand.  It certainly couldn't be
any bigger than Master Jeremy's doggy knot.

   Still, Linda knew it wasn't going to be a comfortable fit so she buried
her face into the couch cushion to help muffle any possible screams.  The
thought of protesting or trying to escape the hand didn't even enter
Linda's mind.  She just arched her back, relaxed her asshole the best she
could and then pushed back slightly against the invading hand.

   "Oh, you are a naughty girl," Sandra said as she felt the girl trying to
swallow her hand.  "We would have done this during your last visit had I
known you were such an anal slut."

   Linda blushed when she heard this.  She wanted to explain to Sandra that
she was only participating in the penetration in order to make it less
painful.  Of course, if she were to do so then she would have to explain
how she knew it would work.

   "Oh!" Linda yelled into the cushion as her anal ring finally stretched
over Sandra's knuckles and quickly slid down the tapered back end of her
hand.

   Linda could feel the sweat forming on her body as she tried to catch her
breath.  She couldn't believe Sandra's whole hand was up her ass.  It
wasn't so much that she didn't think it would fit as it was that she never
thought Sandra would do such a thing to her.  They have had kinky sex in
the past, but this was extra kinky.

   Linda didn't want Sandra to think she was a total slut.  Therefore, she
knew she should protest.  However, the penetration felt so good.  There was
some pain but for some reason even this created perverse tingles deep
inside Linda.  She knew these tingles very well thanks to her excessive
anal training during her captivity.  These tingles seemed to be even
stronger due to the fact that it was Sandra causing them.

   "Maybe we shouldn't...  Oh!" Linda's weak protest was interrupted by the
wiggling of Sandra's fingers.

   Linda quickly shoved her face back into the couch cushion and moaned
through another sudden climax.  The fingers dancing around deep inside her
rectum was like nothing Linda had ever felt before.  However, even as she
rode out her climax a part of her questioned why it occurred.  The fingers
moving inside her bordered more on discomfort than pleasure.  She didn't
try to think too much about it.  After all, she remembered often climaxing
on Master Jeremy's dog knot also.  And that had been very painful.

   "You're not getting off the hook that easy," Sandra said when Linda's
climax subsided and she tried to free herself from the hand.

   Linda continued to struggle for a few seconds until Sandra put her free
hand onto the girl's back to hold her in place.  Linda was tired, but she
was sure she could probably escape the hand if she put all of her effort
into it.  However, Sandra clearly wanted her to stay put.  Linda knew she
might have already upset her by not wearing the plug; she didn't want to
upset her girlfriend further.

   As Linda held her ground, she could feel the fingers continuing to dance
inside her.  Most of the time they seemed to just wiggle at random. 
However, ever so often they would stop wiggling and instead would expand
outward like Sandra was trying to open her hand wide enough to grasp an
imaginary ball.  Just seconds ago, these movements had triggered a strong
climax.  Now, however, they just felt weird and uncomfortable.

   Three minutes later Linda grunted and then let out a sigh of relief as
Sandra finally pulled her hand out.  This, however, was quickly followed by
a moan of despair when Linda felt the fingers press against and then push
into her asshole yet again.  The insertion was much faster this time. 
Sandra didn't stop pushing until Linda's anal ring was hugging her wrist.

   The fingers only wiggled about 30 seconds before the hand slid out.  As
Linda suspected, it was only seconds before she felt Sandra's hand press
against her asshole.

   "Wait," Linda whispered when she realized it wasn't the fingertips
pressing against her asshole this time.

   Linda tried to look back to confirm what she feared.  She couldn't see
much though.  Not that she really needed to see.  She was smart enough to
know what Sandra had done.  The older girl had made a fist and was now
pressing that against her poor hole.  Sandra was applying pressure, but not
enough to actually cause penetration.  For a second Linda hoped she was
just playing a joke on her.  That hope was dashed a second later.

   "Are you going to be a good girl for me and take my fist up your ass?"
Sandra whispered down to her.

   Linda didn't know how to reply.  Her brain was trying to process very
conflicting information.  She thought for sure Sandra would be disgusted
with her if she willingly took the fist up her ass.  However, the older
girl clearly stated she wanted her to do it.  She even indicated that it
would help Linda redeem herself.  And Linda did want to be a good girl for
Sandra.

   "D..do you really want me too?" Linda finally whispered.

   Sandra didn't say anything.  She just kept her fist pressed against
Linda's asshole.  Linda took this as a "yes".  Linda poised there biting
her lower lip for what seemed an eternity before she finally slid her hands
to the back section of the couch and started to push.

   "Good girl," Sandra whispered as Linda's asshole struggled to stretch
around the fist.

   Sandra wasn't all that surprised that Robert would order her to take her
relationship with Linda to this deeper level of perversion.  She was a bit
upset about it though.  Sandra felt she had a special relationship with
Linda.  It felt like a major punishment to be ordered to soil that
relationship like this.  Yet, Sandra knew she had been a good slave.  From
what she heard from Robert, Linda had been a good slave also.  It just
wasn't fair.  But then, since when was being a sex slave ever fair?

   Linda let out a long, almost animal sounding, groan into he cushion as
she pressed even harder back on Sandra's fist.

   "I can't believe I'm doing this," Linda thought as she felt her anal
ring stretching over Sandra's hard knuckles.

   "Fuck!" Linda screamed into the cushions when the fist finally popped
inside.

   Linda felt a hot stream of piss run down her leg right when the fist
squeezed inside her.  Her vision blurred for a second and she also started
involuntarily humping against the front of the couch.  She could only
imagine what she looked like as her hips humped up against the couch.  It
was several seconds before she could finally get control of herself.  By
then, however, she was blushing from head to toe.

   "You're such a slut."

   Linda cringed when she head the words.  It wasn't so much the words
themselves but the way Sandra said them.  These weren't just words to help
set the mood.  To Linda it sounded as though Sandra really meant them.

   Linda knew it was a true statement.  However, she didn't like the idea
that Sandra seen this in her.  But then, how could Sandra miss it?  Linda
had just backed her ass onto Sandra's fist.  Only a total slut would do
something like that.  And this certainly wasn't the only slutty thing Linda
had done for Sandra during their relationship.  Still, it seemed rather
cruel to point it out so bluntly.

   Linda knew that the proper response was to free herself of Sandra's fist
and leave the room.  Yeah, like that was going to happen.  That fist was
sending such delightfully sinful tingles through her body that she probably
wouldn't have retreated from it even if the couch was on fire.  Linda
blushed deeper when it dawned on her that her unwillingness to give up the
fist only helped verify that she was indeed the slut Sandra clearly felt
she was.

   "I'm such a slut," Linda whispered as she pushed back onto the fist even
more.

   Linda turned a whole new shade of red.  She couldn't believe she had
just said that out loud.  She didn't even realize she was saying it until
she heard it ring in her ears.  For a second she tried to convince herself
that she hadn't actually said it but had just thought it.

   "You're my slut," Sandra whispered back a few seconds later.

   Linda probably would have been utterly embarrassed by Sandra's
confirmation that she had heard the whisper.  However, Linda was too busy
cumming to notice.  As her ass muscles spasmed, Linda got flashes of what
she must look like with her asshole swallowing up Sandra's fist.  Mixed in
with these flashes were images of Master Jeremy's huge dog dick fucking her
asshole.

   Linda bucked back and forth on the fist for over a minute before she
calmed down.  During that time she got so energetic that the fist even
popped out of her asshole a few times.  Each time she immediately humped
back to swallow it up again.

   When she did finally calm down, Linda reached back and grabbed Sandra's
wrist lightly.  She gave the wrist a small nudge to let Sandra know she
could take the fist out now.  Sandra didn't comply.  She just continued to
hold the fist deep inside her.  Linda didn't persist.  In fact, while a bit
big, the fist didn't really feel that out of place deep inside her ass. 
But then, after all of Snake's ass training a softball would probably
almost feel natural in there.  Okay, maybe not something that big.

   Linda quickly let go of the wrist and concentrated more on catching her
breath.  As she did this she started to wonder why Master Jeremy had
entered her climatic visions.  He was a dog for goodness sake!

   Linda could grasp the concept of having visions of the dog in a
situation like this.  Especially so soon after interacting so much with the
animal.  However, these were more than just mere images.  Attached to the
visions were feelings.  She wasn't so sure what those feelings were, but
she did know they were not the same ones she had felt while in captivity.

   Or were they the same feelings?  She distinctly remembered hating the
dog with a passion.  Yet, she had to admit that some of the best climaxes
of her life had come at the end of the beast's dick and knot.  God, just
thinking of that huge knot gave her such chills of both disgust and lust.

   "That's a good slut."

   Sandra's comment brought Linda back to the present.  At first Linda
didn't know why Sandra had made the statement.  Then, Linda realized that
she was humping her ass back and forth on the older girl's fist again.  The
pace was extremely slow at first.  So slow that for a moment Linda thought
of stopping and just playing it off as though she was just trying to find a
more comfortable position.  However, the tingles she felt were too
delightful as the fist slid back and forth inside her.  It wasn't long and
she was going full speed again.

   Linda couldn't believe how strong the climax was when she finally peaked
again.  The climax wasn't as strong as the first, but it was still a rather
big one.  She was even more shocked, however, by the visions she seen this
time.  Unlike the first one when she focused mainly on Sandra, this time it
was Jeremy's hot slimy dick that dominated her mind.

   Linda felt like crying as she finally settled down again.  She wasn't
too bothered by the fact that she had just fantasized about the disgusting
animal.  What upset her was that a part of her not only enjoyed those
flashbacks but even had no desire for them to stop.

   "God, I really am a slut," she thought as her exhausted body gave in and
she sunk into a deep slumber.

   4.

   Linda was still tired when she woke around noon in Sandra's room.  She
remembered the anal fisting and even falling asleep afterward.  She didn't
remember how she got to Sandra's room, but she did remember being woken up
there sometime during the night.

   She hadn't looked at a clock at the time, so she had no clue if it had
been 5 minutes after the anal fisting or 5 hours.  She vividly remembered
what happened though.  She was made to tongue Sandra's cunt and asshole. 
While Linda was happy to perform the act, she wasn't so pleased at how
Sandra had voiced the request to do so.  Sandra hadn't "asked" Linda to do
it but instead had ordered it.  Linda is used to taking orders so she
immediately complied.

   To make matters worse, Sandra didn't let her stop licking even after she
had cum.  In fact, Sandra never did give the okay to stop.  After two
climaxes the older girl had simply fallen asleep.  Linda continued to lick
her for another 30 minutes after that, but then stopped when it was clear
Sandra wasn't going to wake back up.  While the ordeal was a little
sexually exciting for Linda, it was also rather disturbing.

   Linda looked around to find that Sandra was no where to be found.  She
laid there for another minute before she wiped the sleep from her eyes and
got out of bed.  Linda looked for her nightgown but it wasn't to be found.
She couldn't go out in the main area naked so she grabbed one of Sandra's
larger ones.

   Linda's first stop was the living room.  She wanted to make sure her
nightgown wasn't laying out there in the open for all to see.  She was
pleased to find the gown was gone and so was any other possible evidence of
the prior night's naughty activities.

   She was a bit confused, however, to find the room empty.  Now that she
thought about it, the house seemed dead quiet also.  She went to Jane's
room to find it empty.  This didn't surprise her.  However, when she took a
peak into the room Robert was staying in she found it empty also.  She
quickly went to the living room window and looked outside.  Sure enough,
the RV was gone.

   "They took off a few hours ago," Sandra said from right behind Linda.

   Linda about jumped out of her skin.  Linda hadn't checked the entire
house, but she thought for sure she was in the house alone.  Plus, Sandra's
approach had been very silent.

   "Where did they go?" Linda asked.

   "Kansas I think," Sandra said with a shrug.

   "What?!" Linda asked in shock.

   It wasn't uncommon for Robert to take off for a day or two here and
there.  However, he always went alone.  When Linda asked where they had
gone she had assumed they went to the store or something.  A several
hundred mile trip to Kansas was the last thing she expected.

   Sandra didn't reply to the outburst.  She gave Linda another shrug and
then walked into the kitchen to make breakfast.

   Linda stood there in shock for over a minute before she made her way to
the couch to sit down.  At first she was concerned that her brother might
not plan to return.  That he might have decided to trade her for Jane. 
After thinking about it, however, she realized that this was a good thing,
not a bad one.  If she had been traded then life probably just got 100
times better for her.  Living with Sandra was like a dream come true.

   While it was a very nice thought, Linda concluded that it was unlikely.
Her brother just spent weeks tracking her down in order to rescue her from
Snake.  He wouldn't have bothered to do that if he planned to just abandon
her a few days later.  That said, Linda was still happy that she would
probably get a few days alone with Sandra.

   Jane wasn't as happy with this temporary arrangement.  While Linda sat
at a nice comfy dining table eating a delicious breakfast off a plate, Jane
was currently naked and kneeling between Robert's legs getting her
breakfast from the end of his dick.

   As Robert shot his load down Jane's throat, he averted his eyes from the
highway for several seconds.  He knew it was a little dangerous but he just
had to see the look in Jane's eyes as she swallowed his load.  As he
suspected, she wasn't enjoying her meal one bit.

   "Just pretend it's Blacky's dog cum," Robert said with a snicker as he
looked back up at the road.

   Robert waited a minute to see if Jane would rebel by removing his dick
from her mouth or possibly even speaking up.  When it became clear she
wasn't that stupid, Robert pushed her away and told her to go play with her
toys in the back.

   Jane had a grin on her face as she walked to the back of the RV. 
Robert's snide remark was an obvious test.  However, Jane wasn't smiling
because she had passed the test.  She was smiling at how poor the test had
been.  Robert clearly believed her interaction with the dog was something
she hated.  While it was true that at one time she hated it, she had long
since gotten used to it.  In fact, she had come to actually enjoy most of
her sessions with Blacky.  Of course, she still put on a good show for her
sister and the camera to make it look like she still hated it.

   It pleased her that like her sister, Robert was oblivious to the fact
that it no longer bothered Jane.  It gave her some power.  It wasn't a lot
of power, but it was more than most slaves enjoyed.  For example, sometimes
her sister would make her perform with the dog as a form of punishment. 
And since it didn't bother her as much as she let on, Jane basically was
avoiding punishments here and there.

   Jane would have been shocked to know that she hadn't actually passed
Robert's test but had actually failed it.  Both Robert and Sandra suspected
that having sex with Blacky didn't really bother Jane anymore.  Jane's lack
of anger and embarrassment by Robert's comment earlier only helped confirm
these suspicions.

   While it might have mattered to Sandra, Robert could care less if Jane
disliked Blacky or not.  Robert just didn't like the idea of a submissive
getting away without proper punishments.  If Jane can get away with this
then she will start thinking she can get away with even more.  Next thing
you know, Robert and Sandra will find themselves caged up in the basement
with Vee.  Okay, it was doubtful the girl would ever get that far out of
hand, but it still wasn't right to let her try to play them for fools.

   Robert would leave it up to Sandra to deal with it.  However, he planned
to recommend that she stop using Blacky as a punishment tool.  Instead,
just make Blacky a normal everyday activity for the girl.  Possibly even
start making them interact 24/7.  Or at least whenever Jane wasn't at
school or doing other "chores" around the house.  If this was done then in
time Jane would either come to loath the dog again or possibly even fall in
love with it.  Either way would work.  Given a choice, Robert would prefer
Jane fell in love with the dog.  It would turn him on listening to her not
only beg to fuck the dog, but actually mean it.

   Robert didn't let his mind dwell on it too much.  He had more important
things to think about right now.  One of those things was Pupsiie.  Pupsiie
was a 12-year-old girl he found in Kansas and then trained.  Well, Linda
did most of the training but Robert gave direction.

   Pupsiie was also one of Robert's biggest loose ends.  She was the first
sex slave he (and Linda) tried to train.  As such, her training was far
from perfect.  To make matters worse, he had not taken any steps to ensure
she remained trained.  They simply trained her and then packed up and left.

   Robert didn't see any problem with this at the time.  She was just a
test run of sorts.  He had a whole new outlook, however, after what
happened with Danny and Susan.  Training a sex slave and then abandoning
her was not only cruel but irresponsible.  He felt obligated to correct
this.  He had an idea of how to fix it too.

   "Oh!"

   Jane's loud grunt brought Robert's attention back to the RV.  He glanced
back to see Jane hunched over.  She had just forced a huge anal bead up her
ass and it looked like she was either trying to catch her breath or force
her ass muscles to settle down so they wouldn't force it back out.

   The beads were the size of baseballs.  There were 3 of them on the
string.  Before leaving Colorado Robert warned Jane that she was expected
to get all 3 of the beads up her ass before they reached their destination.
Considering Jane could take Blacky's knot up her ass, this 3-bead goal was
technically achievable by her.  However, it would be very borderline.

   Robert loved giving slaves goals like this.  They were goals that both
he and the slave weren't so sure could be accomplished.  Yet, the slave
wasn't 100 percent sure it wasn't doable.  Therefore they would keep trying
until their time was up.

   A slave would keep trying even if they knew for a fact they couldn't
accomplish the task.  However, they would only then put in maybe 50 percent
effort.  With these borderline tasks though, they not only put in 100
percent but often even went for 110 percent...  because they knew that
extra 10 percent might actually pay off.

   As Robert look back to the road again, he wondered if that first ball
had really been that much of a strain for the girl.  He doubted it.  It
wasn't so much the size of each ball that made this task hard but how much
space 3 of them together would take up inside her ass.  Most likely, she
was just exaggerating in order to get Robert to either lower the
requirement to only 2 balls or at least lower the punishment if she failed
to take all 3.  In other words, this was another example of her trying to
play Robert for a fool.

   "She might be able to get away with that shit at home with Sandra, but
it isn't going to fly here," Robert thought in anger.

   If she didn't have all 3 balls up her ass by the time they reached their
destination, Robert planned to force them in himself.  He then planned to
put one of the leather chastity type belts on her to hold them in place. 
How long he made her keep them inside would depend on how well she took the
paddling she would get right afterward.  If she was a good slave then maybe
only a few hours.  But if she didn't take her punishment to his liking then
she could end up with the beads up her ass till the following day.

   While Jane struggled with the beads, Linda was back in Colorado doing
her own struggling.  However, her struggle wasn't physical, but mental. 
Everything had gone fine the first few hours.  In fact, it was better than
fine.  They sat and cuddled on the couch for a long time and even kissed a
bit.  However, when they started to take it beyond just foreplay, Sandra
suddenly stopped.

   "Can I tell you a secret?" Sandra asked.

   There was something about the way that Sandra asked the question that
made Linda wonder if she really wanted to hear the secret.  Slowly, Linda
nodded her head.

   "Sometimes when I get really horny..."

   Sandra paused for a second then whispered, "...  I play with Blacky."

   At first Linda thought Blacky was a nickname for one of Sandra's dildos.
While it sounded sexy, it was hardly a big secret.  However, Linda then
remembered that Sandra's dog was named Blacky.

   "Oh!" Linda said in surprise.  "I mean..."

   Linda felt bad about her outburst.  Sandra had just revealed a very
intimate secret and her only reply was shock and surprise.  She tried to
recover but couldn't think of what to say.  Actually, that wasn't
completely true.  The correct thing for her to say would have been to admit
that she had experienced the same exact thing.  But there was no way she
was going to reveal that secret.  She felt cowardly for not doing so... 
but it was just too personal.  Plus, it would raise way too many questions.

   Linda felt even worse when Sandra looked away; brought her hands to her
face and appeared to start sobbing.

   "I'm sorry," Linda said.  "You just caught me off guard is all.  There
is nothing wrong with...  with that.  It even sounds kind of...  hot."

   Linda really didn't know what to say.  She just wanted to make Sandra
feel better.  Though, she did wish she hadn't added that last part.  It was
one thing for her to say she understood and quite another thing to actually
indicate she approved.  Despite all of her climaxes, Linda still felt
ashamed and somewhat soiled by all the things she did with Snake's dog.

   While she had finally gotten a little used to the disgust and
humiliation of it, Linda just couldn't imagine a scenario where she would
have ever willingly started having sex with the dog in the first place. 
Not like Sandra apparently had.  Or at least she wanted to believe she
wouldn't do such a thing.

   "Do you really think it's hot?" Sandra whispered as her sobs slowed
down.

   "Sure," Linda said not so convincingly.

   "I knew you would understand!" Sandra said with joy.  "I just knew it!"

   While Linda was glad Sandra was no longer crying, she felt a little at
unease at how happy the older girl now seemed.

   "I'm going to go get him!" Sandra said with joy.

   There it was.  Somehow Linda just knew this is where Sandra was headed
with this.  She tried to protest but Sandra rushed out of the room before
Linda could find her voice.

   Linda got an odd feeling as she heard Sandra enter the garage where the
dog was currently being kept.  At first Linda thought it was just the
nervousness making her feel kind of like she had to pee.  But then she
realized what the feeling really was.  It was arousal!  Sure, there was a
lot of disgust mixed in with it, but it definitely was arousal.  She
remembered getting the exact same feeling whenever she seen Snake bring his
dog Jeremy into the dungeon.

   While she was chained up in the dungeon, Linda always wrote the arousal
off as a coping mechanism.  Since she had no real choice in the matter, she
had convinced herself that her body was just getting aroused to help her
mind survive the ordeal.  Even now she tried to hold onto that belief.  It
had only been a few days since she was chained in that dungeon, surely it
was possible that this feeling was just an after affect.

   As much as she wanted to believe it and as logical as it might have even
sounded, she just knew it was more than that.  At some point a part of her
had acquired a taste for dog dick.  It was an extremely tiny part, but she
could not deny it existed.

   Even now she found herself envisioning Sandra's dog, Blacky.  Linda had
only seen him a couple times in the past, and had paid him very little
attention when she had done so.  However, she definitely remembered him
being a very big dog.  Which meant he must have a rather large dick.  She
couldn't help but wonder if it was as big as Jeremy's.

   A chill ran up Linda's spine when she heard that all too familiar
tapping sound as Blacky's nails clicked against the garage's concrete
floor. Tap, tap, tap.  As the sound got louder Linda couldn't decide if she
wanted to run and hide or rip her clothes off and get on all fours.

   Tap, tap, tap.  It was obvious by the change in the pitch that Blacky
was no longer on concrete but the vinyl floor in the kitchen.  The all too
familiar clicking sound paralyzed Linda.  While she was scared of what the
dog might do to her, what really frightened her was the tiny tinge of
desire she could feel starting to churning around deep inside her.

   The feeling was very small in comparison to the disgust she felt, but it
scared her that she would have any desire at all when thinking about dog
dick.  She got excited and even climaxed when fucking Snake's dog.  But
that was only because she was in captivity and feared punishment...  wasn't
it?  Of course it was.  It was the only answer she could possibly give
herself.  Her mind...  no, her soul, just couldn't handle any other answer.

   As Blacky came into view, Linda's eyes immediately shot to his groin. 
She blushed and quickly averted her eyes when she realized what she had
done.  She blushed even further when she seen the smile on Sandra's face
that confirmed she had seen the quick glance.

   "I think he likes you," Sandra said as she sat on the couch.

   Linda only got a very quick glance at Blacky's groin but it was clear he
was already aroused.  She was pretty sure that it was this that Sandra was
referring to.  Linda didn't think it was possible for her to get any more
embarrassed...  but she did.

   Blacky sat on the floor in front of the couch and Linda suddenly
realized the coffee table was missing.  They had moved it a little the
night before, but as she surveyed the room she found it sitting against a
far wall.  She wondered if Sandra had planned all of this.  She also
wondered if she might have played with Blacky's dick before bringing him
inside.  She wasn't sure what difference it would have made.  But it did
give her something to think about other than what Sandra might have planned
next.

   Sandra began telling Linda about the first time she had sex with the
dog. It was a made up story of course, not that it mattered.  Linda tried
her best to listen but she was too captivated by the huge dog sitting in
front of them.

   Blacky's current position gave Linda a very clear view of his groin.  It
was almost as though he was teasing her with it.  While she did glance at
it from time to time, it was really his eyes that captivated her.

   When she looked into his brown eyes what looked back was not some
mindless animal.  There was a kind of wisdom in those eyes.  She seen the
same thing in Jeremy's eyes as well.  She wasn't certain whether either dog
could truly grasp the large world around them, but she had no doubt that
they both understood the world in front of them.  Linda could tell that
Blacky knew she was about to become his bitch; just as surely as he knew
Sandra already was.

   While Linda blocked out most of Sandra's story, she did pick up bits and
pieces here and there.  Especially the juicy sordid parts.  How Blacky's
dick tasted; what his knot felt like the first time it went into her
cunt... stuff like that.

   Linda didn't want to get aroused, but the juicy details finally got to
her.  Blacky must have smelled her arousal because he leaned forward and
put his head into her lap.  She quickly brought her hands down to his head.
At first she tried pushing him away but he was too persistent and way too
strong.

   When this didn't work she started petting him.  It was the only thing
she could think of to do.  She was wearing her cotton nightgown but the
thin material wouldn't provide much protection if the large beast decided
he wanted to rip it off her.  She prayed that petting him would keep that
from happening.

   Linda also hoped that the petting might mask what was really going on in
her lap.  Instead of a dog trying to get at a little girl's dripping
naughty cunt, it might appear to Sandra as an innocent petting of the
beast. Linda was pretty sure Sandra knew better.

   "I think he smells something he likes," Sandra said with a smile.

   Linda turned scarlet red at the comment.  Would it have really killed
Sandra to just pretend nothing was going on?

   Blacky knew he had the little girl.  There was no mistaking that smell.
This bitch was a slut just like the other bitches.  She hadn't even put up
much of a fight.  Not that it really mattered.  He was going to mate with
her whether she wanted him too or not.  It just made things a little easier
if she was willing.

   While this bitch was a horny one, Blacky couldn't get over how stupid
she was.  He'd been nudging her cunt for over a minute now and she still
hadn't taken her clothes off.  It never took this long with the other
bitches.  Hell, they seldom even had clothes on to begin with.

   Determined to get the show on the road, Blacky pulled his head from
Linda's lap and lowered till he reached the hem of her gown.  He then
quickly shot his head underneath.  If this didn't get his message across
then he didn't know what would.

   "No!" Linda said in shock.  "Bad boy!"

   Blacky started to growl when Linda's hands pushed against the cloth to
keep him from advancing further.  He knew he could easily overpower her,
but it was the fucking principle of it.  How dare the bitch try to deny
him.

   "I'm afraid he's a little spoiled," Sandra said as she watched Linda try
to fight off Blacky.  "He's also pretty determined.  He's not going to stop
until you give him what he wants."

   Linda was in such shock that she wasn't sure if Sandra had actually said
the words or if it had been a voice in her head.  She got the message
though and reluctantly pulled her hands away from her waist.

   Linda's legs were forced open slightly as Blacky's large head slid
further up her gown.

   "Oh!" Linda let out when she felt the dog's large tongue slide across
her naked cunt.

   It had only been a matter of days since the last time she was licked by
a dog, but God how she had missed it.  It was revolting and humiliating...
yet she could not deny those lovely tingles.  They were so intense that it
almost felt like her brain was going to overload with pleasure.

   She felt so good, yet had never been more disgusted with herself.  How
could she take pleasure in this?  How?  Everything about the situation
screamed she should be feeling anything but pleasure.  And yet, there it
was.

   Eyes glazed over, Linda turned her head toward Sandra to beg for help.
She wasn't sure what she was going to say, but it didn't matter.  Before
she could utter a syllable her mouth was covered by Sandra's.  Linda fought
the kiss only for a second before she gave in.

   At first Linda was upset that Sandra interrupted her plea.  However, as
the kiss continued Linda somehow felt a little better about the situation.
It was more than just arousal.  There was something about the human contact
that made Blacky's actions seem okay.  Well, actually, it still seemed very
wrong.  It just didn't seem as wrong.  Almost as though only half of her
was actually getting off on Blacky's tongue; while the other half was busy
lovingly kissing Sandra.

   Linda groaned into Sandra's mouth when Blacky's huge tongue shot up her
hole.  She excitedly sucked on Sandra's tongue as Blacky's much larger one
started wiggling around inside her.

   The trio remained merged like this for over 5 minutes before Sandra
broke the kiss.  To Linda the kiss had seemed to last an eternity, and yet
still not long enough.  Her mind was such a fog that the next thing she
knew she was standing nude in front of the couch.

   It was the oddest thing.  She remembered being stood up and her gown
being pulled up and over her head, but at the same time it didn't feel as
though it had actually happened.  It was almost as though the memory had
been planted there.

   Of course, she had no choice but to accept the memory since there was no
denying the fact that she was indeed naked and standing there.

   "Oh!" Linda let out when Blacky's tongue started swiping her cunt again.


   The sensation forced Linda to raise up on her tiptoes.  However, she
didn't try to fight the dog off this time.  Each swipe made her tingle all
over.

   The tongue felt so delightful that Linda was amazed that she was able to
stand.  She then realized that she had help.  Sandra was sitting on the
couch behind her and holding onto her hips.

   "You're such a nasty slut," Sandra whispered.

   Linda's brain was so overwhelmed that she didn't even register the
comment.  Nor did she notice when Sandra slid off the couch to kneel down
behind her.  She did notice however when her ass cheeks parted and Sandra's
tongue started working on her nether hole.

   "Oh, fuck!" Linda mumbled as she bit her lower lip.

   Linda was caught completely off guard.  Just a second earlier she would
have sworn she was at the absolute pinnacle of pleasure.  Then, Sandra's
tongue darted into her asshole and she spiked even higher.  Then,
everything went black.

   5.

   Robert smiled as he watched the video of Linda and Sandra.  It was the
first of many that Sandra would be emailing him in the weeks to follow.  He
had already decided though that he wouldn't watch any more of them.  At
least not until he was done in Kansas.

   He told himself that the reason was because it would be too distracting.
Deep down he knew the real reason was because he was scared to watch. 
Scared of what he might do.  While this first video was rather tame, he
knew that Sandra would be taking their "games" much further in the days to
come.  Possibly even further than what Linda experienced in Snake's
dungeon.

   This gave Robert very odd and even mixed feelings.  Part of him was
happy for Linda.  Linda's time with Snake had been a very important step in
her training.  All of her training up to that point had been basic slave
training.  The same type of stuff all his slaves got.

   This, however, advanced her to a whole new level.  It was kind of like
the difference between being a high school student and a college student.

   Sandra's goal during the following weeks was to test how ready Linda was
for that new level of training.  Chances are, a lot of what Linda was about
to go through would be very similar to what she experienced in Snake's
dungeon.  With possibly a few extra things tossed in here and there.

   Robert had thought about just having Sandra do the initial training
instead of Snake.  However, he wasn't too sure Sandra was qualified for the
job.  Plus, putting Linda in Snake's hands kind of took a lot of the
control away from Robert.  Had it been Sandra doing the training, Robert
probably would have gotten cold feet mid way and stopped the training since
it would have been considerably easier for him to do so.  That wouldn't
have been fair to Linda.

   What Sandra was doing now was completely different.  Linda wouldn't be a
virgin to most of these activities.  Therefore, it would be a lot easier on
Linda...  and in return easier on Sandra and Robert's emotions as well. 
Still, Robert felt it was best to hold off on watching all the other videos
until the "testing" was complete.

   Robert's attention was suddenly grabbed when a monitor to his left came
to life.  It was a live feed from Pupsiie's trailer.

   "Good job Jane," Robert mumbled to himself.

   After their arrival he had immediately sent the girl out to reattach the
remote broadcasting unit to the bottom of Pupsiie's trailer.  The unit was
used in order to control the cameras hidden in the trailer.  Robert used a
second remote to control the unit.  He quickly cycled through the cameras
he and Linda had hidden in the trailer well over a year ago.  He was please
to find that none of them had been found and were even in good working
order.

   Robert had managed to rent a temporary space in the trailer park in
order to park the RV.  He had hoped the unit now attached to the bottom of
Pupsiie's trailer would have worked from his lot instead.  But, it had been
too far.  There was a lot right next door to Pupsiie that was available,
but to get it he would have had to buy the trailer that was currently in
it. That was too big of an investment for only a few weeks.  Besides, he
had better plans for that trailer.

   It wasn't all that big of a risk sending Jane to hook the unit up.  If
she got caught it would just look like she was playing around.  Worst case
they might think she was stealing something.  He doubted she would get much
more than a slap on the wrist.  The bigger risk was someone catching her
with the unit and finding out what it's purpose was.

   Robert was startled by a sudden knock on the RV's main door.  He glanced
out and was happy to find Jane standing there alone.  He quickly let her
in. It had been a small task, but he was still proud of her for pulling it
off without incident.  As reward, he decided he would let her eat at the
table tonight instead of on the floor.  He might even let her decide what
she wanted to eat.  Sure, he would probably still jack off in it before
letting her eat it, but at least it would be a food she actually liked. 
For a slave like Jane, avoiding punishments was a big reward in itself. 
Thus, this would be a rather huge reward for her.

   Jane indeed enjoyed the reward.  The only bad thing was that she knew it
was only a temporary one.  Sure enough, come morning she found herself
eating on the floor again.  She had to eat out of a dog bowl, but at least
it wasn't dog food.  Her sister sometimes made her eat dog food and Jane
absolutely hated it.  It was both foul tasting and utterly humiliating.

   "You have another important task to accomplish today," Robert informed
her as she ate from her bowl.

   Jane looked up at him the best she could, but she didn't dare stop
eating.  Doing so might be interpreted as a reluctance to eat the contents.
She wasn't sure how Robert would react to that.  However, she knew her
sister would give her several swats with a cane or belt for such an
infraction.  Her sister was always looking for the slightest reason to
punish her.

   Robert didn't seem as eager to punish her, but she wasn't about to take
the chance.  Even if Robert didn't punish her, there was the distinct
possibility that there were hidden cameras in the RV recording her actions.
If so, then these recordings would surely make their way into Sandra's
hands eventually.

   Jane was concerned about what the task might be but she didn't dare ask.
Her master would let her know what it was when he felt it was necessary to
do so.

   As the hours ticked by that day, Jane started to worry that the task was
actually a test of some kind.  If it was a test then she feared she was
failing it since she had no clue what it was she was supposed to be doing.
They just seemed to do a ton of small errands.  Jane was left in the RV the
entire time.

   It wasn't until late that afternoon that Robert finally gave her orders.
As it turned out, the orders were not anywhere near as bad as what Jane had
feared.  Robert wanted her to seduce a lady.  A long time ago, Robert had
ordered her to do the exact same thing to his mother.  So, it's not like
she didn't have experience in this area.  And as tasks went, this one
wasn't even close to as bad as what she was used too.

   She only wished she could do it her way.  Robert gave her very specific
orders on how to go about seducing the lady.  While she had experience,
Jane wasn't an expert.  Still, she knew the plan Robert wanted her to
follow was way more complicated than it needed to be.  In a nut shell, it
involved going to the lady's door and pretending to need to use the phone.
During the fake phone conversation Jane would make it clear she was talking
to a lesbian lover/girlfriend that was breaking up with her.

   Not only was the whole thing too complex, but it was rather corny as
well.  The worst part was that despite how flawed the plan was, Jane knew
she would be severely punished if she wasn't successful.  Plus, she knew
she would also be punished if she didn't follow the plan...  even if her
altered plan worked.

   To Jane's amazement, the plan actually worked.  Though, she was sure it
was only because of her good acting skills.  Either that or the lady had a
very strong taste for young girls.

   That said, they didn't do all that much.  The older lady hugged her to
help comfort her.  Then, that hug turned into a French kiss that lasted a
minute or two.  The lady got control of herself, apologized and then
politely rushed Jane out of the house.

   It wasn't much but Jane was pretty sure it was enough to meet Robert's
needs.  She wasn't stupid, she knew he just wanted a little blackmail
material on the lady.  She just prayed that she had positioned her purse
correctly and gotten good footage of the incident via the camera hidden in
it.

   Robert was indeed pleased as he watched the footage.  He would have
loved to have gotten some actual nudity, but kissing was plenty.  His main
goal was simply to confirm his suspicion that the woman was a dyke.  He had
no desire to actually blackmail her.  In fact, he wanted her as a partner
of sorts.  That said, once he told her his proposal there was always the
chance she might consider going to the cops.  The footage would come in
handy if she tried something stupid like that.

   While he was pleased, Robert didn't give Jane any major rewards.  The
last thing you want to do is spoil a slave.  No, Jane would be eating out
of her dog bowl again tonight.  But, it would be actual human food again.
He might even settle for just a blowjob tonight instead of fucking her cunt
or asshole.

   He had one more stop to make before they returned to the trailer park.

   "Home sweet home," Robert mumbled to himself as he walked to Bob's front
door.  Bob was Robert's grandfather.

   Technically, his Uncle David actually owned the place.  But Uncle David
was Bob's sex slave so one could easily argue that it was his and not Uncle
David's house.  Not that Uncle David would ever have the balls to argue
such a point.

   Robert didn't actually grow up here though.  In fact, he didn't even
know Uncle David existed until just over a year ago.  On top of that,
Robert thought of the place as anything but sweet.  The last time he was
here Robert had been captured and caged in the basement for well over a
half a year.

   To say Robert was a bit nervous about approaching the house was a bit of
an understatement.  Truth be told, he didn't really need to be there.  He
could have sent Jane to get what he wanted.  For that matter, he could have
just gotten the things he needed elsewhere.

   No, he was doing this to prove a point to both his grandfather and
himself.  That point being that his will was stronger than the bars on the
cage that no doubt still sat in that cold basement.  He wasn't stupid
though.  He had parked a block away and left instructions for Jane to call
the police if he didn't return within 4 hours.

   "What the fuck do you want?"

   Robert wasn't surprised by his grandfather's greeting when he answered
the door.  After staring each other down for several seconds, Bob finally
stepped aside so Robert could enter.

   Robert didn't stop inside the living room but walked straight to the
master bedroom.  He was surprised when he opened the door to find the room
empty.

   "I keep him in the basement now," Bob said as he walked into the kitchen
to grab a fresh beer.

   The person they were referring to wasn't Uncle David.  It was Uncle
Joseph.  While Robert felt a little responsible for Uncle David, it was
Uncle Joseph that he really worried about.  The poor guy had now spent a
majority of his life locked up as a sex slave.  It was no picnic for Uncle
David either, but at least Uncle David wasn't always caged.  Heck, he was
even allowed to leave the house to go to work.

   At least Uncle David had a shot at escape if he really wanted to do so.
That option had never been given to Joseph.  Nor was Robert here now to
give him such an option.  He just wanted to make sure the guy was still
alive and in decent condition.

   Robert froze for a moment when he heard Joseph was in the basement.  For
a moment he thought about asking Bob to bring him upstairs for an
inspection.  However, Robert decided against it.  Asking this would have
shown Bob that Robert was scared of the basement and this would defeat his
primary goal for coming here.  In fact, it might even give Bob the crazy
notion that Robert might be easily persuaded to return to his old home in
the basement.

   Robert got a very eerie feeling deep in his stomach as he walked down
the basement steps.  Despite this uncomfortable feeling, he couldn't help
but notice that his dick had started to get hard.

   As hard as entering the basement was, looking toward the metal cage was
even harder.  Robert considered himself to be extremely dominate.  However,
what tiny bit of submissiveness he possessed had surfaced during his
captivity.  Month after month after month of being whipped, sucking dick
and being fucked up the ass will do that to a person.

   As he looked toward the cage, Robert seen that submissive side of
himself staring back at him.  It might have been Joseph in the cage, but
Robert could see himself in his uncle's eyes.  Joseph was giving him the
same look of desperation that Robert knew he had given his captor so many
times while in that exact same cage.

   The feeling frightened Robert beyond measure.  Yet, at the same time it
turned him on for some reason.  Robert was in a bit of a daze as he walked
up to the cage.  Before he knew it, he found himself unzipping and then
pulling out his dick.  When he pushed it between the bars, Joseph didn't
hesitate even a second to start working on it.  Robert's dick was much
bigger than Bob's but Joseph had only minimal difficulty deep throating it.

   "Suck that dick faggot," Robert said as Joseph bobbed back and forth on
it.

   Robert considered himself hetrosexual.  Sure, he had no problem fucking
a male slave.  However, he never really enjoyed it unless the slave hated
it.  And since Joseph was well beyond hating such things, Robert never
really enjoyed playing with him.  Fucking the guy's face through the bars
of the cage was different.  It brought visions of when Robert himself had
been forced to do the exact same thing.  It was almost as though he was
fucking his own face.  As gay as that felt to him, it for some reason still
turned him on.

   Robert only got in about 10 thrusts before he was shooting down his
uncle's throat.  Joseph didn't even flinch as he sucked down the torrent of
cum.  He just kept bobbing his head on the dick as though he might
magically get a second load.  Robert was tempted to give the faggot his
wish, but decided against it and backed away.

   Joseph reluctantly relinquished the dick.  Joseph remained kneeling
there with an almost loving look in his eyes.  Robert ignored the stare and
instead checked Joseph's body for permanent injuries.  There were tons of
scars from past whippings and canings...  but there didn't seem to be that
many more than the last time he had seen the guy.

   Robert chuckled when he seen how low Joseph's balls were hanging.  Bob
had an odd fetish about balls.  He liked to tie weights to them and shit
like that.  The short term effects of this was lots of discomfort while the
weights were attached.  The long term effects was that the balls gradually
hung lower and lower.

   It took months of doing this before you really seen much of a change. 
However, Robert could tell that Joseph's balls now freely hung at least 3
inches lower than the last time he seen the guy.  Robert couldn't help but
wonder how low his own balls would be hanging right now had he not escaped
from the cage.

   As he continued his inspection, Robert was pleased to see that Joseph
still had both of his feet.  Before introducing Bob to the household over a
year ago, David had been the sole master of the house.  David, however, was
nothing more than a submissive pretending to be a master.  As such, he made
tons of errors in Joseph's training.  One of the many errors was in the way
he kept Joseph chained to the bed upstairs.

   It wasn't just that he kept him chained but the fact that he never
seemed to have ever removed said chains.  Joseph had been chained by the
same ankle for over 13 years.  His ankle was in pretty bad shape when
Robert found him.

   It was good to see that the guy had recovered.  Well, mostly recovered
anyway.  Joseph probably had a pretty bad limp.  But that didn't matter so
much for someone that was required to crawl everywhere.

   "See?  Fit as a fiddle."

   Bob's comment shocked Robert.  He hadn't heard his grandfather come down
the steps.  He wondered if the guy had watched him fuck Joseph's throat. 
Of course, Robert's dick hanging out of his pants kind of gave it away
anyway.

   Robert didn't give it much thought.  He just tucked his dick back into
his pants and walked upstairs...  bumping against his grandfather as he
passed.

   Once upstairs Robert sat on the couch.  Bob must have fucked Joseph also
because it was several minutes before he came upstairs.  Once he did,
Robert told Bob everything he needed.  Robert just wanted to borrow Bob's
car for a while.  He also wanted Joseph and David to make a few customized
leather items.  It wasn't much but Bob still played it off like it was a
big deal.

   Bob even tried to negotiate something out of the deal for himself. 
First, he asked for his son, Jay.  The thought of Bob sexually abusing all
three of his sons was kind of hot.  However, Robert felt Jay was too
dangerous to be left in Bob's drunken hands.  No, Jay would stay on the
horse ranch where Diane and Tom could watch over him.  They were much
better at handling sex slaves than Bob was.  Especially the sex slaves that
didn't want to be handled.

   When this was shot down, Bob then asked for Linda.

   "No," Robert replied again.  "And you can't have mom either."

   Bob gave Robert a mean look for a moment.  He then grumbled and tossed
Robert the keys to the car.  Robert was just as pissed at Bob.  He couldn't
believe the guy would actually ask for something in return.  Robert had
tons of blackmail material on Bob.  Not only that, but it was Robert that
set Bob up with his current arrangement.  An arrangement which was rather
sweet for Bob.  He had two sons he could bust a nut in any time he wanted.
On top of that, he had free room and board and all the alcohol he could
drink.

   "I tell you what," Robert said after a moment.  "The next time I need a
babysitter for sis I might drop her by for a short visit."

   Robert tried to say it as sincere as he could.  However, he wasn't sure
he would ever actually do it.  Bob had his hands on Linda before and didn't
do any real damage in the way of broken bones or what have you.  However,
Robert was sure that was more luck than restraint on Bob's part.  The guy
was a serious drunk and got rather rough sometimes.  His sons could barely
handle his treatment and they were well over twice her age.

   Robert checked his watch as he got into the car.  He still had over 3
hours.  He figured Jane deserved a small break, so he went to a fast food
joint to eat, drove the car to the trailer park and then got a cab back to
where the RV was parked.  He made it with over an hour to spare.  Before
driving back to the trailer park, he poured some cereal into Jane's dog
bowl and then pissed on it.  Jane frowned, but remembered to thank her
master for such a "delightful treat".

   5.

   The "Door Bitch".  That is what Robert titled her when he first seen her
almost two years ago at the local natural history museum.  It was the same
day and place he met the then 11-year-old Pupsiie.

   Robert had noticed Pupsiie giving him the eye.  So, he tested her by
getting in line for the museum's small theater.  Sure enough, Pupsiie
jumped right in line behind him.  Well, it was hardly a line considering
they were the only ones in it.

   Anyway, this red headed door bitch wouldn't let them enter the theater
until the exact time the schedule allowed.  Despite there being no one in
the theater at the time.  After playing with Pupsiie in the theater, Robert
later spent more time with the door bitch while he waited for his mother
and sister.

   During that time he found out her name was Sarah.  He also discovered
that she in fact had an idea of what Robert had probably done to Pupsiie in
the theater earlier.  He got the distinct feeling she was probably a dyke
or at least had some dyke in her.

   Jane helped him confirm this suspicion just yesterday when she got the
woman to kiss her.  That's why Robert wasn't so concerned about gathering a
bunch of blackmail evidence on Sarah.  What he was about to offer her was
probably a dyke's dream come true...  Pupsiie.

   Still, he was a bit nervous when he finally approached her at her house.
He was amazed that she not only remembered him but Pupsiie as well.

   "How would you like to take over her training?"

   Robert didn't dilly dally, he just laid his cards right out on the
table. Granted, he didn't exactly specify what kind of training he was
talking about.  However, it was pretty clear by the way he said it that he
was talking about sexual training.

   Sarah didn't respond right away.  But Robert could tell by the sparkle
in her eye that she not only picked up on the sexual overtones but was very
interested in the proposal.  Still, Robert realized it was a huge risk for
her.  At the age of 32, the woman was no minor like himself.  If she got
caught by the police then she would not only loose everything but would be
facing some serious jail time.

   Robert knew he had to sweeten the pot a little before her fears got the
better of her.  So, he threw caution to the wind and explained in detail
exactly what kind of training he was talking about.  He also explained how
he and his sister had already begun Pupsiie's training and how well it had
gone.  He told her everything, even about the hidden cameras in Pupsiie's
trailer.

   It wasn't long and Sarah was on board.  It wasn't until then that Robert
allowed himself to tell Sarah the additional price she would have to pay
for her participation.  Other than the obvious dangers of being caught,
Robert needed her to move into the trailer park.  Well, actually, he just
needed her to buy the adjacent trailer that was for sale.  But Robert knew
she probably couldn't afford to buy the trailer and keep her house also. 
He was correct and it took Sarah a bit of thought before she finally gave
in to the idea.

   Robert was rather surprised.  He was sure he was going to have to
sweeten the pot even further by tossing in Jane or something.  However,
Sarah apparently was a bigger dyke than he thought.

   Still, he figured it was best to toss a cherry on top.

   "I hate to ask this, but could I get you to do me one additional favor?"
Robert said.  "You know Jane, that girl you met the other day?  Would you
mind babysitting her for a day?  I have some stuff I need to take care of."

   The smile on Sarah's face told Robert that this was indeed a very nice
bonus for her.  Plus, Jane would give Sarah a little taste of what she
could look forward too with Pupsiie.  Once she got that taste Robert
doubted she would get cold feet and back out of the deal.  And if she still
got cold feet, well, Robert would then have more blackmail material on her
and could force her to follow through anyway.  It was win, win.

   Sarah was nervous as Robert left her house and then minutes later
returned with Jane in tow.  While Sarah liked men, she often fantasized
about girls.  The girls in her fantasies were not always young like Jane,
but they often were.  However, she had never dared to try to live out one
of those fantasies.  Oh, she went on a couple dates with women in the past
but the youngest one was 25.

   The dates were not really romantic ones.  She found both women online
via a lesbian dating service.  Both dates consisted of meeting at a fast
food place, eating, then going to a hotel.  The sex was okay.  However, it
wasn't anything special.  There just seemed to be something missing.

   Sarah wasn't 100 percent sure what that something was.  However,
whatever it was, she was pretty sure she now felt it's presence as she
looked at Jane.  Jane's youth was definitely a part of that feeling.  But
it was more than just that.  It also had something to do with the fact that
Jane wasn't here of her own free will.  Not really anyway.  The girl had
obviously been sexual trained to either desire sex or at least offer it out
of fear of reprisal.

   It didn't really matter which was the case.  Sarah knew that providing a
girl this young any kind of sexual training was an evil and very wrong
thing to do.  It was an odd feeling as she looked at the girl.  Sarah felt
sorry for the girl, but at the same time she didn't.

   It was almost like she was looking at a piece of meat on a hamburger
bun. While one might have a small feeling of sorrow for the cow that the
burger was made from, that feeling was greatly overridden by the thought of
how tasty it was going to be.

   Not that Sarah cared to literally taste the girl.  When it came to
lesbian sex, Sarah liked to be the one being eaten and not the other way
around.  That is one of the reasons why she had only had two dates with
women in all this time.  Both dates had insisted on her reciprocating.  It
was a reasonable request of course.  One that Sarah fulfilled both times.
However, she had not enjoyed it either time.

   Sarah just wanted a girl that would take care of her needs and not
desire anything in return.  She often wondered if that was why she
fantasized more about younger girls.  They were more likely to give in to
such an arrangement thanks to Sarah's seniority over them.  Or at least
that is how she thought they might react if she made such demands.  After
all, she was old enough to be their mother.  And girls that age always
obeyed their mothers.  Okay, maybe they didn't always do that...  but in
Sarah's fantasies they did.

   Robert got a perverse thrill as he looked into Sarah's eyes.  He could
tell exactly what she was thinking.  He had seen almost the exact same look
in Sandra's eyes when he first told the girl she was going to have to train
her own sister.  The same sister that now stood blushing in front of Sarah.

   Robert was tempted to just leave and let Sarah do her own experiments on
how to treat Jane.  However, this just wouldn't be fair to Jane.  Sarah no
doubt would be too easy on the girl.  One night of pampering like that
probably wouldn't mess up Jane's training, but you never know.  If it did
though, it could end up costing tons of very intense training to fix the
damage.  Jane hadn't done anything to deserve having to be put through
that. So, Robert started telling Sarah some of the basics of Jane's upkeep.

   Sarah's head was spinning as Robert rattled off Jane's user manual. 
Sarah wasn't an idiot, she had heard about master and slave relationships.
She had even read an online story or two about it.  However, she was
shocked at how much training Jane had obviously received.  The list Robert
gave seemed almost endless.  Sarah wondered how many years the girl had
been undergoing this training.

   She also wonder if Robert had trained the girl himself.  If so, how did
he know how to do it?  After all, he didn't seem much older than Jane.  He
certainly seemed very mature for his age, but his physical appearance made
him look 16 or 17 at the most.

   The quick way that Robert spoke told Sarah that he didn't actually
expect her to remember all the stuff he was saying about Jane.  It was
clear that he was just trying to give her a feel for what Jane was used
too. It also seemed clear that he expected her to treat the girl in a
similar fashion.

   Sarah could feel herself getting moist just at the thought of treating
the girl like Robert suggested.  However, some of the stuff he was saying
didn't make a lot of sense.  Most of what confused her was the terminology.
There were many words she would need to look up later.  For example, what
the hell was scat?

   There were some other things that she did understand but wasn't sure she
actually wanted to do.  For example, Robert suggested that Sarah feed the
girl her piss at least once.  Even her sickest fantasies hadn't included
doing something like that.  It just seemed a bit gross.  Still, she
couldn't help but wonder what it would actually be like to look into the
poor girl's eyes while she squatted over Jane's face and pissed into her
mouth.

   The more she thought about it, the more she knew she had to try it.  She
no doubt would still find it gross, but it wasn't so much her personal
feelings about the piss she was wondering about.  No, it would be the
thoughts and feelings displayed in Jane's eyes that might make the act
thrilling.  To lay there and actually let another girl piss in your
mouth... the humiliation of it would have to be beyond measure.

   Jane's head was bowed during all of this and Sarah could only barely see
the girl's eyes.  While Jane did turn rather red in embarrassment, nothing
Robert said seemed to surprise or shock the young girl.

   Sarah stood there and looked at Jane long after Robert had left the
house.  She barely even remembered him leaving.  One minute he was there
explaining Jane's training and the next he was gone.

   "Are...  are you hungry," Sarah final said as she broke out of her
trance.

   "Yes," Jane meekly replied.

   Sarah gave Jane a stern look.  Sarah might be new to all of this but
even she knew Jane was supposed to give her more respect than that.  Hell,
a random girl on the street would probably give more respect.

   "Yes, mistress," Jane quickly said.

   The term "mistress" sent a thrill up Sarah's spine.  She had only been
looking for a "yes, ma'am".  However, "mistress" was considerably better.
It gave her an extra sense of power.

   Sarah wondered if the initial disrespect had been a test.  She was a
young girl once also and knew Jane might be trying to see what she could
get away with.  Sarah wasn't going to allow it.  First it would be leaving
off the title of respect, then before she knew it Jane would be expecting
Sarah to drink her piss instead of the other way around.

   Sarah also wondered if she should punish the girl.  And if so, what kind
of punishment?  Robert did said to take a belt to the girl if she messed
up. But was this really bad enough for that kind of punishment?  Sarah
decided it wasn't.

   So, she turned and walked toward the kitchen.  When she looked back she
realized Jane hadn't moved an inch.  She was about to get angry at the girl
for testing her again...  but then she realized that this was actually a
sign of respect for Sarah's authority.  Sarah had not given her permission
to follow, so she had stayed put.

   "Come," Sarah said as she turned and continued to the kitchen.

   She knew exactly what to feed the girl.  There was some day old meatloaf
and gravy that Sarah hadn't been looking forward to eating.  It was a bit
overcooked, and Sarah was actually considering tossing it out.  But she
just hated wasting food like that.  There wasn't any worry about that now.
She doubted Jane would complain much about it.  Sarah got even wetter at
the thought of using Jane as her own human garbage disposal.

   "Fold your clothes and put them neatly on the chair," Sarah commanded as
she continued to fix Jane's plate of food.

   Sarah was very nervous as she gave her first ever sexual command.  So
much so that she completely forgot to tell the girl to get naked.  She was
about to correct herself when she realized that the command was already
implied.

   Jane was wearing a white dress with a pattern of roses printed on it. 
As she pulled it up and over her head Sarah noticed the girl was not
wearing a bra or underwear.  The girl had to be around 14 or 15 years old
and well on her way into full development.  Her breasts were not huge, but
Sarah could tell that they were big enough to require a bra.

   Well, technically breasts don't really require a bra.  Sarah even read
once that going without a bra can not only often prevent sagging but
significantly reduce the risk of breast cancer.  Still, it just wasn't lady
like to go without one.  Sarah chuckled to herself when she realized how
silly she was being.  Of course it wasn't lady like, that was the point.

   The now naked Jane frowned slightly as she watched the older woman place
the plate on the floor.  Jane immediately knelt in front of the plate but
waited for Sarah's order before she started eating.  Once that permission
was given Jane lowered her face to the plate and started tonguing the food
into her mouth.  It was a given that her hands were not to be used.

   As Sarah circled around the kneeling girl, she made a note to later dig
through her closet and find her high heals.  The clicking on the various
hardwood floors in the house would be nice and menacing.  She figured it
would help her look her role also.  Or at least that was the image she drew
when she thought of a mistress.  Regardless, her white soft house slippers
just weren't cutting it.

   It took all of Sarah's will power not to touch herself as she inspected
her new guest.  The young girl was just so hot!  When Jane removed her
dress, Sarah had expected to find an unnourished body covered in bruises
and scars.  However, the body kneeling before her was in very good shape.
Jane was skinny, but a healthy skinny.  There were a few minor scars here
and there, but nothing that bad.  Certainly nothing that would give one the
impression the girl was frequently abused.

   Jane's long black hair was tied into a single ponytail that ran half way
down her back.  There were still a few loose strands that hung down toward
the plate, but not enough to hide that much of her face.  Her face was cute
and had a sense of innocence about it that you didn't always see with a
girl with black hair.

   With Jane kneeling as she was, her eyes were not easily visible. 
However, Sarah didn't think she would ever forget those eyes.  They were
large pools of bright green that one could just swim in for hours.

   As infatuated as she was with the girl, Sarah knew she couldn't allow
herself to get too attached.  This girl was just a loaner.  Her real prize
wouldn't be unwrapped until after the move.  Sarah just prayed that the
trailer wasn't sold before she could contact the owners in the morning. 
The odds of it selling that day was highly unlikely, but still that small
chance made Sarah wish it were morning already.  Of course, her dripping
cunt was very happy that it still had all night to play with the angel
kneeling on the floor.

   "I've got a homework assignment for you," Sarah said as she knelt down
and lightly ran her fingers back and forth across Jane's smooth back.  "I
want to see how naughty you can really be.  So, tomorrow morning you are
going to give me a show of sorts.  I'm thinking maybe a 30 minute or so
demonstration.  I want it to include some of the sexiest and dirtiest
things you can think of.  If I'm not impressed...  well, I'm sure you know
that won't be good for you."

   Jane lost her appetite when she heard her mistress' comments.  Not that
she was really enjoying the poorly cooked meatloaf to begin with.  However,
she kept on eating anyway.  She risked getting punished if she didn't. 
Plus, who knows when she might get the chance to eat again.

   While she continued to eat, Jane wondered if all masters and mistresses
played the game Sarah had just explained.  Vee had often made her play this
game.  Jane's sister, Sandra, did also.  Even Robert sometimes asked this
of her.

   Jane hated the game.  Being made to perform humiliating acts was bad
enough.  However, being forced to also think them up on your own made it
considerably worse.  On the bright side, she had played this game so often
that she had a rich garden full of perverted performances she could pick
from.

   What concerned Jane the most, however, was the fact that her new
mistress had thought of this horrible game so quickly.  Jane prayed that it
had just been an accident.  If it wasn't then that meant that Sarah was a
natural mistress.  And if that was the case then it could be a very long
night.

   Jane's fears were somewhat confirmed as Sarah removed her right slipper
and placed her bare foot into the plate of food.  Jane hesitated only for a
moment before she licking at the foot.  She didn't stop until the entire
top surface of the foot was nice and wet.  Then, she started trying to eat
her food again by licking the gravy and squished meatloaf parts from the
sides of the foot.  When this was cleaned up she focused between her
mistress' toes.

   Sarah was on the verge of climax as she felt Jane's tongue dart between
her toes.  Sarah wasn't even sure why she had put her foot into the plate
of food.  The thought of stepping on the food was even a bit disgusting. 
And it's not like she ever had any kind of foot fetish before.  However,
she was very glad she had done it.  Having this little Barbie doll lick her
foot gave her such a sense of power.  It also gave her a sense of revenge
on the girl.  All Jane had done was be born beautiful...  but that was
enough in Sarah's book.

   The feeling was so strong that Sarah had to pull a chair over and sit in
it.  As she did she swung her free left leg outward in order to spread her
legs.  She then reached under her dress with her right hand.  She was
wearing panties but it only took her a split second to pull them to the
side and start playing with herself.

   "I'm going to have to make sure you get a nice big breakfast tomorrow,"
Sarah said with a smile.  "You are a growing girl after all."

   Sarah caught Jane stealing a quick glance up at her.  No doubt the girl
was trying to verify that Sarah was doing what she thought she was doing.
It embarrassed Sarah a little to know the girl was aware she was
masturbating.  However, it also gave her a thrill.  She could only imagine
how humiliated little Barbie must feel right now.

   "You're such a pig," Sarah whispered down at the blushing girl.  "A
filthy little slut pig."

   Sarah had never insulted anyone like this in her entire life.  It was
just wrong to do so.  Yet, right now it felt so right.  Especially when
that person was a perfect little Barbie doll like Jane.  The little slut
had it coming.  Sarah didn't know why Jane had it coming...  she just knew
she did.  If she didn't have it coming then surely life wouldn't have led
Jane to where she was now.  It was pretty poor logic, but it was good
enough for Sarah.

   "You're going to make me cum you filthy slut," Sarah said as her fingers
doubled their effort on her clit.  "I bet you get wet doing shit like this,
don't you?"

   Jane wasn't stupid enough to answer the question.  There simply wasn't a
correct answer to it, even if it wasn't a rhetorical question.  She
insulted herself if she said, "yes" and insulted her mistress if she said,
"no".

   If her mistress had insisted on an answer then of course she would have
replied, "yes".  And that answer wouldn't have necessarily been a lie.  Her
own sexual arousal was the furthest thing from her mind as she licked the
disgusting mess from her mistress' foot; yet, she had to admit that it for
some reason did make her wet.

   Sarah shot into climax when she lifted her foot off the plate and felt
Jane start to lick the bottom of it.

   "Oh, shit!  I'm cumming you fucking whore!"

   The climax was the strongest one Sarah had ever experienced.  It was so
strong in comparison that she wondered if her prior climaxes had actually
really been climaxes at all.  It seemed to last forever also.  It was well
over a minute before she could get control of her body again.  As she did
so she wondered if maybe she had a foot fetish after all.

   When she calmed down, Sarah couldn't help but laugh out loud.  Just over
an hour ago she was home alone planning yet another boring evening in front
of the TV.  Now she had a young sex slave at her beck and call.  Life could
be so wild and funny sometimes.  She was sure Jane must think it was a real
hoot also.



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written as an adult fantasy.  The author does not condone such activities
in real life.  Also, I do not recommend that you try duplicating anything
mentioned in my stories; even if you are doing them legally.  I try to keep
most of the activities semi realistic, however, many of these things can
and probably would cause severe damage. 
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