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Chapter 2:
"Hey Penny!"
Penny turned to see her neighbor, Jake, approaching. He was a few years olderthan her, and she'd always had a crush on him, but never told anyone.
"Hi, Jake."
"I hear you finally got yourself a slave, huh?"
"Sure did! Already hat to punish her, you believe that?"
"Jeez. Maybe we should put one of mine in with her. Talk some sense into her."
"Sure, couldn't hurt. Maybe we could go do something while they're having their slave talk."
"What did you have in mind?"
Penny grinned coyly, "you'll just have to wait and see. Go get one of yours and I'll lock her in with mine. Then we'll go have some fun."
Slavegirl was lying on the mattress, crying softly to herself as the lights came on.
"Wakey wakey!" Penny's voice rang out in the cold room.
"I've brought you a playmate. Say hi!"
Slavegirl looked up to see a Penny leading a nude blonde girl on a leash. She was on all fours, her voluptuous breasts swinging between her arms with each step.
Slavegirl mustered a meek "hello" as Penny grabbed some rope and brought the girl into the cell. The only resistance slavegirl offered was quiet weeping as Penny began hogtying her.
When Penny was done with her, slavegirl's wrists were tied to her ankles behind her back. Her hair was in a ponytail that was tied to her wrists, forcing her head upright and her breasts into the ground. Penny unclipped the leash from the crawling girl and locked them both in the cell.
"You two play nice now," Penny giggled to herself as she left to meet Jake.
Slavegirl spoke after Penny was gone, "please, untie me."
"This slave is sorry, but she isn't allowed to untie you," the girl said in a meek voice.
"Not allowed?!" slavegirl struggled against the ropes binding her.
"That's right. Master and Mistress have both instructed this slave not to untie you."
Slavegirl struggled again before closing her eyes and crying. She felt a hand wiping the tears from her cheeks.
"Don't cry, you should be glad."
"And why is that?" slavegirl asked sharply.
"Because your Mistress has taken the time to discipline you and make you a better slave."
"You mean the cane marks across my ass? How could I not be grateful?" slavegirl said sarcastically.
"This slave is sad when she disappoints her Master, but is grateful for his correction."
Slavegirl sighed, 'there's just no getting through to her,' she thought.
"Whatever," slavegirl said, "so, what's your name?"
"This slave's Master has never given her a name," the girl said sadly, "when Master calls for this slave, he refers to her as 'slave 3.' Your Mistress told this slave that your name is slavegirl."
"My name is Shannon!" slavegirl shouted.
"But your Mis-"
"That bitch is not my mistress! My name is Shannon," slavegirl's voice cracked and she started sobbing again.
"Shhhh, it's okay," slave 3 comforted slavegirl.
"Okay? How is it okay?!" slavegirl asked with tears running down her face.
"Your Mistress chose you. She'll take care of all your needs and all you have to do in return is make her happy."
"But she-"
"Shhhh," slave 3 put a finger on the bound girl's lips, "being a slave's not so bad. You'll see."
Slave 3 lied next to slavegirl and held her sobbing, bound form.
The next thing either slave remembers is the sound of the door opening and their owners descending down the stairs into the room. Slave 3 quickly knelt facing Jake and Penny.
"Welcome back, Sir. Welcome back, Miss Penny."
"Hello, slave 3. Did you enjoy your little slave talk?" Jake asked as Penny snickered.
"Yes, Sir. Your slave enjoyed speaking with a new slave."
"Glad to hear it," he turned to Penny, "wanna have some fun with one of them?"
"Sure, but let's do yours. We can show mine how a good slave behaves. Besides, I really want to play with those fun bags."
"Okay, you go ahead and get her out, I'll grab some cuffs."
Penny unlocked the cell and pulled her to her feet. She led the girl over to Jake, who locked a pair of cuffs onto her wrists and clipped them to the collar. The two of them then led the girl to a wall with some hooks and chains and locked the collar to a hook.
"I'll go grab some toys, and then the fun can begin," Penny grinned wickedly.
Jake noticed the look of fear in his slave's eyes and put his hand on her shoulder. He leaned in and whispered in her ear. The girl nodded and the fear in her eyes was replaced with determination and resolve.
Penny returned with a pair of black binder clips, a lighter, some candles of various colors, a crop, cane, a cat-o-nine-tails, and the same wicked grin on her face. She lit a green and red candle and set them on the floor. She handed the crop to Jake and kept the cane for herself and placed the rest of the toys on the floor next to the lit candles.
"You go first, Penny," Jake said.
"Alrighty," Penny turned to the girl, "I want you to thank me for each strike, understood?"
"Yes, Miss Penny."
Penny raised her arm back and quickly brought the cane down just above the girl's nipples.
*THWACK*
"Thank you, Miss Penny," the girl barely winced.
Penny swung the cane a second time, leaving a second stripe just above where the first had landed.
"Unh- thank you, Miss Penny," still barely any response.
Penny eyed the stripes left by the cane and swung again, this time landing square across the girls nipples.
"Aaahh! Th-thank you, Miss Penny."
Just the response Penny was hoping for. She could feel herself getting hot as she swung the cane a fourth time.
"Aah! Thank y-you, Miss Penny."
Penny saw a tear rolling down the girl's face and grinned as she swung the cane again.
"Aaah! Thank you, Miss Penny."
This continued for another half hour. Penny brought the cane down onto the girl's breasts, the girl thanked her, and it repeated. When Penny was through, the girl's breasts were criss-crossed with angry red lines and tears were flowing freely down her face. Slavegirl wondered at how the girl never once begged for mercy. She had no way of knowing that Jake had promised the girl a reward if she made it through today's abuse without requesting mercy.
Jake walked over to his slave and whispered again in her ear. The girl nodded and spoke weakly, "if it pleases You, Master."
Jake nodded and unhooked the girl from the wall. Before she knew what had happened, she was clipped back to the wall, facing it with her ass undefended and her sore breasts pressing into the wall. Penny grabbed the crop, and tossed the cane to Jake.
"Ready?" Penny asked him after resting her arm for a moment.
"Ready," Jake replied.
Penny swung the crop hard. The girl groaned as it connected with her buttocks. Jake quickly swung the cane, aiming lower. This time the girl let out a loud, pained groan. Jake and Penny continued alternately swinging their implements for the next half hour, mostly striking connecting with the girl's soft rump, but an occasional stroke connected with her upper thighs.
Jake unclipped his slave from the wall and led her towards the door.
"Hey! I wanted to do more!" Penny whined.
"Me too, but look at her. She won't be sitting down for a week. I don't think she can take much more."
"Come ooooon," Penny pouted.
"Another time, Penny," Jake said as he led his slave out of the room.
After Jake had left, Penny turned her gaze to slavegirl.
"Looks like it's your turn," Penny said mischievously before heading to the next room to get a few toys.
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