SIBLING SUMMER CAMP

BY KENNA
kenna198401@aol.com

[ part 6 ]

A couple of days went by with Gail being Toby’s contented slave. She spent some time in classes learning how to give a massage and enjoyed rubbing her younger brother’s body all over. At least while she was doing that she didn’t have a mouthful of cock or a strange cock in her pussy. And she did indeed spend a lot of time with a cock in one of her tight holes.

Neither the boys nor the girls questioned their daily “vitamin” shot. It was an expected part of the camp regimen and though they may not have liked the daily prick in the arm, the counselors made sure they understood there was no choice. What they didn’t know was that the boys were getting a good dose of steroids and hormones. Gail thought it her imagination that Toby’s muscles seemed to grow daily. Her hands knew his body well, yet she couldn’t believe that he was bulking up right in front of her. She also passed off as her imagination the fact that his cock seemed larger each day. The hormones were bringing about a rapid surge through puberty. The change was actually subtle enough that she couldn’t possibly have noticed it. Yet, at the end of the second week in camp (her first whole week with Toby), she noticed his cock fit deeper into her throat.

What Gail did notice was the increased sensitivity of her own nipples and clit. The hormones that the girls were receiving increased her libido and were pushing her through puberty faster than normal. If she’d been allowed clothes she might have noticed a tightness in her bra, but as it was she couldn’t be sure that she was really growing larger. She still didn’t enjoy a cock in her mouth, but she found one in her pussy to be quite satisfying. Only her ingrained morality kept her from fully appreciating the sexual attentions of her brother, the other boys, and the adult counselors.

Then came a fateful morning when the hole in her door opened and things were thrown in at her. She blinked in the sudden bright light and saw to her surprise that clothes lay strewn about the room. Toby had thrown clothes into her room! Excited and pleased, she pulled on panties for the first time in two weeks. With a self-conscious glance at the door, she pulled the T-shirt over her head. It felt odd to be covered like this and she wondered what the occasion was. Of course, she thought to herself, I’ve been good and this is my reward. Hastily she pulled up the athletic shorts and stood waiting for Toby to open the door.

“Put your head out,” came the command from outside. It was the standard routine, but Gail had thought today would be different. She put her head through the hole in the door and let Toby put the collar on her. As usual, this trapped her with her head stuck through the door. As the door opened she walked with it.

As the door stopped in position, Gail could look forward and see Kim’s behind now clad in shorts as well. It was the first time she’d stood like this and not seen Kim’s naked ass. She heard and felt Toby walk around the door so that he could see her body. “Shit,” he said under his breath and Gail’s blood ran cold. Gail saw Kim’s master look at her. He cast an evil smile at Gail and then walked back around the door to Kim’s head.

Toby’s face suddenly appeared just inches from Gail’s face. “What the fuck do you think you’re doing, you stupid slut bitch?” he asked her.

“M-master Toby?” she stammered uncertain what was wrong. “What did I do?”

“Who said you could put the clothes on? Just because I threw them in the room doesn’t mean you get to put them on without my permission.” He turned and looked at Kim, then turned back to Gail. “I guess all the slave bitches are that stupid, aren’t they? Now take them off.” He pushed the door shut and Gail was suddenly very aware that she had not been given shoes and she was standing on a metal floor with her head trapped in the door.

Confused and frightened, Gail waited a few seconds for Toby to release her from the door so she could undress, but he did not free her. Instead he reached for the switch by the door that she had learned to dread. She threw a glance to the left and to the right and saw all the boys doing the same thing at the same time. Horrified, she felt the first jolt of electricity through her bare feet and she jumped.

Beside her Kim and the other six girls screamed with her. Desperately Gail struggled with the waistband of her shorts, pulling it open and down her thighs while dancing on the metal floor. She couldn’t make the pain stop and actually had to pause with the electricity flowing through her tortured feet to slide the shorts down. Then her feet flailed wildly to kick the shorts away and she reached for her panties.

“Puh-pleeeeze, Toby,” she wailed. “Turn it off. I’m doing it. I’m taking them off. I’m sorry. It hurts so much. Please stop it.” But the juice kept flowing and Toby stood with a satisfied smile on his face as she danced for him. He couldn’t see the dance, but he could see her head jerking and hear her screams. She grabbed at her panties and tore them down her legs, kicking them across the room in pain.

Finally, she grabbed the hem of her T-shirt and pulled it up over her body, freeing her arms and bunching it up around her neck. She felt her tits swing and bounce as she kept dancing to relieve the pain. “It’s off,” she panted. “It’s all off. I got it all off.”

Toby turned the power off and said, “You’re the first to get done. Let’s check it out.” He swung open the door and then shut it quickly. “You’re still wearing the fucking shirt,” he said to her. “Get the shirt off.”

Gail stared at him dumbly as his hand reached for the switch. Couldn’t he understand? Her head was stuck in the door and the shirt wouldn’t come off!! As the electricity jolted through her feet again, she screamed and started jumping. It was so unfair! She couldn’t believe she was being tortured for wearing a shirt and she couldn’t even take it off. “T-t-toby, I can’t,” she screamed. “My head’s stuck. I can’t. Please, stop Toby.”

Gail was oblivious to the fact that each girl got inspected and, like her, put back into torture because she was wearing her shirt. But, she knew she had to get it off. She tore at the shirt, pulling it back down over her body and stretching the neck open so that it would fit over her shoulders. Clawing at the neck, she felt it finally give way in a rending sound. She ripped the shirt off, yanking the remaining shreds free until there was no cloth touching her anymore. “Done. Done,” she panted. “I got it off, master Toby, please.” Then she was standing and panting on the cool metal floor, naked and sweaty, but no longer in pain. Not even considering how absurd it sounded, she looked at Toby and said, “Thank you, master Toby.” She knew she should thank her master for ending the pain.

One by one the girls all managed to get their last garment off. Gail knew that the ordeal had turned on Toby tremendously. He stepped up to her with his cock long, hard, and throbbing. She took him into her mouth and felt him spasm almost immediately. The taste of his cum no longer seemed foreign to her as she relished the warmth filling her mouth. She swallowed every drop and licked her lips. The pain still tingling in her feet and her legs aching from the exercise, she wondered what had possessed her to put the clothes on. She knew better than to do something without Toby’s permission. She’d been a bad girl and had been punished for it. Now the act of offering her his cock was like saying she was forgiven. She was lucky that her master was so kind. “Thank you, master Toby,” she said again. “Please touch me… all over.” And he did.

After breakfast, Toby left her alone in her room for a few moments. When he returned he had a bag full of clothes. “You may put these on,” he told her. “You must put on everything that is in the bag.”

“Really?” she asked, wondering partly if this was a trick and, if it wasn’t, what she had done to earn the right to wear clothing.

“Yes, my sweet slave,” said Toby. “We’re going to have a party and you need a party dress. Put it all on.” He stepped out of the room to let her dress herself. As he closed the door, he said, “You have five minutes.”

Gail dumped the bag on the floor and pawed through the contents trying to make sense of what she’d been given. Some of it was hers and some of it wasn’t. She hadn’t brought a party dress, but there was clearly a nice white dress in the pile. Finding a pair of panties, she picked them up and looked at them. They weren’t hers either. She pulled them on, noting how brief they were. The crotch barely covered the hairless slit between her legs and the back was just a string that crept up her ass and disappeared. The bra was only half there. It pushed up her small tits without covering the nipples. She pulled on the socks, which she recognized as her own. There was a camisole that she’d brought to sleep in and she pulled that over her head. That covered her breasts better than the bra, but it was tighter than she remembered and her tits pressed firmly against the thin fabric. The party dress was a white frilly dress that made her look like a little girl. She would never wear such a thing, but today it was the only thing she had to wear.

The door opened up and Toby looked in on her. “Very pretty, my little bitch slave. Let’s go to the party.” He led her out of her room and into the hallway. There he stopped and put a collar around her neck and hooked a leash to the collar. He led her down the hallway on the leash, a reminder to her that she was his slave.

Toby (and the other boys) weren’t dressed for a party as Gail was. He wore nothing but a short pair of leather pants, the rest of his muscled, bronze body bare. The group gathered for their party in the dining room, giving Gail the distinct impression that something awaited them outside in the courtyard. Each of the girls was dressed differently. Elizabeth was there wearing a pink dress that seemed more see through than not although Gail couldn’t quite make out anything under the dress. Irene was dressed like a warrior princess in tight leather that hid only her tits and crotch. Kim wore a little cheerleading outfit of red, white, and blue. One girl wore a robe and Gail guessed that there was a nightie under the robe. Another was dressed in just a small black bikini of stretch material. Her nipples were prominently visible. The seventh girl wore a cute little sailor suit with a bare midriff. Only Julia wore nothing at all. The most defiant of the slaves, her body was criss-crossed with red stripes. Her wrists were cuffed behind her and her ankles were hobbled with a six-inch chain. All of them were collared and leashed.

On a signal that Gail missed, the doors opened and they were led into the courtyard. She hadn’t noticed that the lights were turned down low inside, but now that she stepped into the courtyard, Gail was blinded by the brilliant sunlight. She could see others waiting outside, but she didn’t know who it was until she heard a familiar voice. “My precious little slut, I’ve missed you.” Gail stiffened at the sound of Jenny’s voice.

“You look so cute,” said Jenny as she stepped closer to Gail. “Like you’re all dressed up for church. Well, it is Sunday, so I guess that’s appropriate. But, I’m really looking forward to seeing you out of those clothes. I’m sure that will happen before too long.”

Gail’s eyes adjusted to the light and she looked at Jenny, dressed as usual in a black leather bra and black pants. Behind her followed a boy about 11-years-old. He was collared and leashed, wearing a costume that made him look like a pirate. “Besides,” continued Jenny, “Cedric here isn’t a bad pussy licker, but he’s not as good as you.” She turned her attention to Toby. “My apologies, sir,” she said formally. “I suppose I shouldn’t address your slave directly without your permission, but I do have fond memories of her.”

“Quite all right, m’lady,” said Toby with equal formality. “I am deeply indebted to you for training her so well last week. You may speak to her as you wish and I do hope you win the chance to enjoy her tongue later today.”

“Thank you, sir,” said Jenny. “And I appreciate how well you broke in this miserable excuse for a slave.” She slapped Cedric playfully as she said that. Then she turned to Gail, put her face an inch from her former slave’s, and whispered, “I only regret I couldn’t have been there the moment you realized that your little brother was your new master. I would have loved to see the look on your face. You ended up slave to your little brother and I ended up mistress to mine.” She laughed, tossed her head, and walked away.

Win? The word rang in Gail’s head. Toby had said Jenny could win her tongue later. The taunt at the end meant nothing to Gail. She had accepted that she was Toby’s slave and knew it could be no other way. Why on earth would she want to be Toby’s mistress? But, it was Toby’s words that she remembered. She didn’t want to be the prize in some contest.

But, the contests started almost immediately. Toby walked to a table for four and selected a seat. Before he sat down, he positioned Gail on a stool behind his chair. She was standing on the foot high stool, looking over the top of him as he sat down. Another boy sat down opposite them, Elizabeth in her almost see through pink dressed standing on the pedestal behind him. They were joined by two of the mistresses – their slaves standing at attention on pedestals behind them. One of the girls dealt five cards and Gail looked at Toby’s cards, a ace, ten, seven, six, and five. Toby discarded the four small cards, keeping only the ace and received four new cards. He now held a pair of aces.

They all lay down their cards and Elizabeth’s master had the low hand. “Dang, I’ve lost,” he exclaimed in mock distress. “Take off something, Elizabeth” he told his slave. They were playing strip poker, but the players weren’t the losers. Elizabeth untied a string around her waist and let a see through pink apron flutter to the ground. There was still just that hint of something hiding under the garment without really being able to see anything.

The cards were collected and dealt again. Gail watched silently as Toby selected 2 fives and discarded the rest. Again they weren’t the loser. “Corey,” said one of the girls. “Lose something.” Corey slipped off a boot. The boy was slender and quite beautiful, looking nothing like the rough and tough construction worker clothes he wore.

Gail cast a glance around the courtyard where various other games were underway. There were two other tables of cards, some dice games, and some games of skill. But in all the games, when the master lost, it was really the slave who lost a piece of clothing. Gail’s attention was taken by a pair of boys playing rock-paper-scissors nearby. In that game, Kim was already topless and Gail watched as her opponent slipped off the see-through nightie that she was wearing. That game was going faster than hers and she felt lucky to be in the strip poker game.

“Take something off for us, Gail,” said Toby, snapping her back to the game at hand. She’d been given no shoes, so she selected a sock to remove. Across the courtyard, Julia appeared to simply be available for anyone. She was going down on her former mistress, her ass already redder than when she’d arrived.

The other boy at her table, Thomas, removed his cowboy hat only to be chided by his mistress. “I told you the hat was staying on the whole day, you stupid dickhead. Put it back on and now take off two pieces of clothing.” The boy mumbled an apology, replaced his hat, and took of both his boots.

Elizabeth removed a frilly frock and Gail was certain she could see a hint of nipple though the pink layers. She squirmed in embarrassment just at the thought of being dressed like that. It was simply so suggestive. As the layers came off, more and more would be visible. It was almost like wearing nothing at all.

The construction worker lost his other boot and then Elizabeth had another turn. She took off a wrap around skirt and now Gail could see the outline of a tiny pair of panties under the other girl’s layers. The cowboy lost his vest and then Elizabeth another layer of her top. Gail watched with dread as Toby looked at a ten, nine, seven, six, and three. He discarded the three, hoping for an inside straight. They lost and Gail took off another sock. She was still better off than Elizabeth. Corey removed his shirt and then Elizabeth lost again. The 12-year-old removed her skirt, now wearing nothing but the tiny pair of panties. “Turn around for us,” said her master. Elizabeth did as she was ordered, showing that her thong disappeared up the crack of her slender, tight ass.

By now Kim was on her knees sucking a cock while her nude opponent knelt behind her. Once she had been stripped, Kim’s master’s next loss had meant her hands were tied behind her back. Then, Kim’s mouth had been the bet for the last round of rock-paper-scissors. The 11-year-old was taking a cock all the way while the other girl reached around her and played with her tiny nipples until they were hard as bullets. Helplessly Kim paid for her master’s loss.

Toby lost again and Gail unzipped the back of her party dress, then she slipped if off her shoulders and down her body. She wobbled on the top of her pedestal as she stepped out of the dress, but managed to keep her balance. Letting it fall to the ground, she realized once again just how tight the camisole was. It didn’t help that the bra pushed her tits up and into the thin fabric. She now wore only panties, bra, and camisole, suddenly feeling very nearly naked.

Elizabeth lost again and shed the last wispy garment above her waist, leaving her topless and wearing only those tiny panties. “Too bad, Lizzie slut,” said her master. “Pretty soon we’ll have to offer up something besides clothes at the rate you’re going.” But, to Gail’s surprise, it was Corey that was nude first. At his very next loss, he had to take off his pants and that was all he had left on. Gail did a double take, looking back at the boy’s cock which stood up hard. His balls were separated from his cock by a 1-inch wide band of chrome. The scrotum stretcher looked (and was) quite painful. A cock ring at the base of his cock kept his small cock hard.

Toby noticed his slave sister staring at the other boy. “Want to suck on it, slave bitch?” he asked her.

“No, master Toby,” she replied, taking her eyes off him.

“But, you will if I keep losing,” he said with a laugh.

“Yes, master,” she answered. She wanted to touch the beautiful boy, but she imagined that if she was sucking cock she’d have her hands tied like little Kimmie.

Gail was feeling very lucky for her position so far. Especially when Elizabeth lost again and stood nude for all to see. Thomas lost and when his pants came down, Gail saw that he, too, was wearing nothing but a scrotum stretcher and cock ring. The next hand was lost by Toby and Gail lost her camisole. She was embarrassed to have her tits poking up, nipples showing in the tight bra. One by one Elizabeth, then Thomas, and then Corey ended up with their arms tied behind them.

When Thomas lost, Gail wondered what would happen now. Corey’s mistress clapped her hands with glee. “I win,” she said, spreading out 3 nines. By the rules of the game, that apparently meant she got to name what Thomas had to do. “Come over here, Tommie boy,” said the girl. “I want you to suck off, Corey.” Thomas did as he was told. On the pedestal, Corey was just about the right height for Thomas to suck on.

The game continued while Thomas paid off his mistress’ debt. Toby lost again and Gail was topless. Her master made the young girl turn around on the pedestal and show off her nearly naked form. Then, Thomas was excused from his chore and returned to his stool. Neither boys’ erection had subsided; the cock rings prevented that.

The next hand was won again by Corey’s mistress and lost by Elizabeth’s master. The girl stepped down from her stool to perform her task. Without ceremony, the mistress slipped down her own pants to reveal her hairless pussy for Elizabeth’s tongue. Gail shifted nervously, noticing her own pussy starting to get damp from the sexual energy. She glanced around and saw that the party had pretty much degenerated into an orgy. There were still a couple of pairs holding to rules of the game and patiently earning favors from the slaves, but most of the masters were simply fucking the girls and the mistresses had heads bobbing between their legs.

“Congratulations, Toby,” said a voice from behind Gail. She turned to see one of the camp counselors, the only adult in the courtyard at the moment. “You’ve won the grand prize.”

“Cool,” said Toby as he looked around. “Did I really?”

“Yes, your slave is the only one with anything still on, so that makes you the top winner. You get to have any two of the slaves for the rest of the day to yourself. Any two except for your slave bitch, of course.” Gail had noticed that every other slave was nude, while she still wore her panties. She hadn’t realized that there was a contest going on. She watched as Toby picked Kim and Irene, and then he led them away. What was going to become of her? She didn’t like the fact that with Toby gone everyone had gathered around her.

Two of the boys grabbed her arms and pulled her down from the stool where she had remained standing. She didn’t dare resist them and so she let them lead her between a pair of posts at one end of the courtyard. There they tied her hands straight out from her sides to the posts. “You are going to be the whipping bitch for the rest of the slaves,” said the counselor. “Do you know what that means?”

“No, sir,” said Gail with a quaver in her voice. It didn’t sound good.

“Get her ready,” he said and one of the boys pulled down her panties, exposing her completely to the crowd around her. With her hands tied to the posts, she was unable to cover herself and had to stand while all the boys and girls stared at her nudity. It didn’t matter that many of them were naked as well – she was prominently on display. A ball gag was shoved into her mouth and tied behind her head. Frantically she shook her head, trying to free herself, but to no avail.

The counselor then instructed a group of four of the slave boys to bring over a large square sheet of metal. It was about a meter and a half on each side and looked heavy as they carried it over. The boys pulled the sheet into position, sliding it under Gail’s feet until she was centered on the square. The sheet looked just like the floor of her room and she realized she was trapped right in the middle of it. “Uh uh, uh uh, aaaah, aahhhh,” she tried to speak through the gag. Desperately she shook head. She did not want to be standing on this sheet of metal, unable to escape. The onlookers saw her wide eyes filled with terror pleading for release.

Jenny stepped to the forefront of her vision. “I get to tell you what a whipping slave is, my precious slut,” she said. “Too bad, I was looking forward to getting a little tongue from you, but I guess that won’t be happening today. It’s an ancient practice that actually used to apply to royalty. When the prince was bad, he couldn’t be whipped, so he had a whipping boy that got whipped instead. Today we’re giving our slaves a break. When they are bad, they won’t get punished. You will get punished for them.”

Tears ran down Gail’s face as she tried to beg for release. “Awwww, poor precious bitch,” said Jenny with fake sympathy. “There are three kinds of punishment that you might get today. One I think you’ve already guessed is the electric floor. Oh, sweetie, you’re gonna dance for us all to see. The second one is a good, old-fashioned whipping. You’re poor ass is gonna be red after this. And, the third one is this.” Gail’s former mistress held up a pinch clothespin. “With you tied up like that, I can put this anywhere I want. And boy is it gonna hurt. Just one thing I wonder… which of these is gonna hurt the worst?”

“Uh uh, uh uh,” Gail shook her head, trying to beg her way out of her predicament. But there was no sympathy to be had. It appeared that everyone wanted to see her suffer – especially her fellow slaves who would be spared their punishment for the day.

Brad pushed his way to the front and said, “Well, my slave bitch has already pissed me off, so I’m going to be the first to punish you for that.” Gail’s eyes followed Brad as he stepped to the side. There was a box beside her with electrical cords running from it to the metal sheet. He pushed a button.

“Aaaagggghhhh,” screamed Gail as she felt the power course through the floor and into her feet. She leaped up off the ground, but her tied hands kept her from getting too high. Her bindings threw her off balance and she came down quickly, her feet slipped on the sheet and she fought to get her feet back under her. “Aaaaeeeeee,” she heard herself screaming. She jumped back up in the air and came down under control this time. The helpless girl started to dance in front of the onlookers, her small tits bounced wildly as her legs flailed. The boys and girls behind her laughed at the sight of her firm ass jiggling from her efforts. Finally Brad turned the power off and Gail stood trying to catch her breath, inhaling deeply through her nose.

“God damn, that was fun,” said Brad. He turned away, pulling his errant slave behind him.

Gail stood and watched as the crowd dispersed, praying that her fellow slaves would behave. But, she realized that it probably wouldn’t take much of a slip for them to earn a punishment and her to feel the pain. Within two minutes, one of the mistresses led a boy up toward Gail. “Now you stand here and watch while I punish her for what you just did.”

The 13-year-old girl pulled hard on the bindings at her wrist, but she couldn’t escape. She remembered Alice, who now selected a riding crop and approached Gail from behind. “Uhhh, gaaaaah, uh uh,” said Gail. “Aaaeeee,” she screamed as the crop gave her the first of many red stripes. “Annnnhhhh,” she begged and then, “Aaaaaeeeee.” There was no escape from the relentless spanking until she had received ten swats.

Tears were running down Gail’s face and her body had already started to ache from the strain and exertion. As Alice put down the riding crop, there was another waiting to punish her already. “Where should I put some of these?” mused the girl as she pulled five clothespins from the pile beside Gail. “How about one right here?” she pulled Gail’s right nipple out hard and clamped a clothespin right on it.

“Aaaaahhhh,” cried Gail as the pinch crushed her tender nipple. She tried to pull away as her tormentor clipped one on her outer pussy lip. “Aaaahhhh, uh uh,” she struggled. This pain wasn’t like the others. It wasn’t going away. A third one when on her ear lobe, a fourth on her belly, and the fifth and final one went on her bicep. The girl was especially cruel with that one as she pinched off just a thin bit of skin and clamped the pin down on it.

The mistress then turned to her slave and said, “That’s what you get for taking so long to get me off.”

Gail looked in disbelief as yet another master led his naughty slut up to her. “How dare you ask to go to the bathroom? I’ll decide when you can do that. Now here’s what you get for that.”

“Aaaahhhh,” cried out Gail just in dreaded anticipation as he reached for the electrical switch. “Aaaahheeeee,” she screamed as she started to jerk wildly on the metal sheet. She tried to pull herself up off the ground, but her arms were at the wrong angle to do that. Again she had to settle for minimizing the pain by dancing and jiggling.

The next spanking was delivered solely to her bare little left tit. The punishments rotated from electricity to spanking to pins and back again. The clothespins began to mount on her, centering on her tits, pussy, and belly. The spankings reddened her ass, her cunt, her tits, and every tender spot that her tormentors could reach – which was everywhere. Her energy was drained by the frequent dancing, yet she managed to keep it up to save her feet. As the novelty wore off, the punishments became less frequent.

Finally, Jenny came up to her and said, “One last punishment, my sweet. I’ll let you make the choice. Which is the worst one?” She followed Gail’s eyes over to the electrical box. “Oh, you don’t like dancing for us,” she mocked the captive 13-year-old.

“Uh uh,” grunted Gail.

“Which one is next?”

Gail looked down at the pins on her body.

“You don’t like the clothespins?”

“Uh uh.”

“Then you want the last punishment to be a spanking?”

Gail nodded her head wearily, not entirely trusting her former mistress. But, Jenny did pick up a riding crop and wave it around. Taking the soft leather tip, Jenny traced it across Gail’s sore pussy. “Do you want it here?” she taunted the helpless girl. “Or here?” she asked as she ran it across Gail’s tits. “Perhaps on that cute ass of yours?” Jenny unclipped a few of the clothespins, earning a sigh of relief from Gail.

“Would you like that nasty gag out of your mouth?”

Gail nodded.

Jenny untied the knot behind Gail’s head and pulled the gag out with a pop. Gail worked her tired jaw, but said nothing. That wasn’t allowed. “I think your soft thigh would be a great place for a spanking,” said Jenny, trying to get a rise from her captive. “Your ass is so red, I don’t want to do it there.” She pressed her naked body up against Gail’s and rubbed the length of the riding crop between Gail’s pussy lips. Gail gasped at the sensual feeling as her clit was stimulated for the first time since she’d been tied to the posts. “Your tummy would be a great place to whip, too,” continued Jenny. She pulled off a few more of the clothespins. “Oh, those leave a mark, don’t they?”

Jenny ran the crop lightly across Gail’s tits. “You’ve been such a good whipping slave that maybe you should get the choice of where to spank you. Would you like to choose?”

“No, mistress Jenny,” said Gail. “This slave does not get to choose for her mistress.”

“You will choose if I tell you to,” said Jenny sternly.

“Yes, mistress Jenny,” said Gail.

“So choose,” she said.

Gail’s right tit had worn a clothespin almost since the beginning and so was about the only place she hadn’t been whipped. “If my mistress wants me to choose, then I choose my right tit.”

Jenny smiled, the sinister smile that Gail had learned to hate and fear. Gail thought that her former mistress had tricked her into naming her punishment and now intended to do anything but spank her right tit. But that wasn’t the meaning behind Jenny’s smile. She leaned toward the tied slave and said, “Have you considered the luck of the draw, my precious slave? My little brother is my slave and your little brother is your master. You got the raw end of this deal, didn’t you?”

Gail pondered the issue for a moment. It struck her as a stupid question. In the past two weeks she’d come to accept her status as a slave and now as her little brother’s slave. It could have been no other way. If she had been the mistress instead of the slave, nothing would have come of it. She lacked the imagination and the sexual drive to dominate her little brother. The chemistry would have amounted to a boring match. As it was, Gail had now experienced things she never would have on her own. She and Toby were both in the positions that were suited to them.

The 13-year-old looked to her left slowly at the tie on her left wrist and then to her right to check the binding there. Tied securely, available for punishment, and helpless in front of her former mistress, Gail reasoned that she had been punished for everyone else’s transgressions; it was now time to suffer for her own. “I’m where I belong, Jenny.” She didn’t stop though her mistress’ mouth dropped open in astonishment at the use of her first name. She was deliberately insulting the other girl. “I’m Toby’s slave because he’s a stud who wants me. You’re a mistress because you’re more like a boy than a girl. You don’t know what you’re missing.”

Jenny’s face was mask of anger as she stared at the helpless girl in front of her. “You stupid cunt, you’re going to regret those words.”