Annie and Jessie fell asleep at one side of their new home, exhausted from the stress of their predicament. Being naked, they cuddled together for warmth, and reassurance.
Both women had a streak of bisexuality, which they tried to deny, so they would soon find other reasons for embracing, and more.
Annie was the first to awaken, and with nothing to occupy herself she began to examine her companion in more detail. She liked what she saw; so much so that she found herself aroused.
When Jessie came around, Annie was across the cage playing with herself. She caressed her tits, brought one erect nipple to her mouth and began licking. Her hands moved to her pussy and she began stroking the opening in a slow rhythm, becoming more aroused with every stroke.
Annie tried not to watch, but she found herself aroused.
Just then the Collector entered the room. "That's right girls; give me a little show. Maybe if your entertaining enough I'll let you remain animate for a while."
Neither of the women quite grasped the full implications of what he said, but they knew it didn't sound good.
"Of course if you're going to be my pets I'll have to call you something. Don't speak, those squeaky little voices give me a head-ache, and I really don't care what you were called in your former life. From now on that will not matter."
"Let's see, I think from now on the blond will be known as T. And I'll call the other one A."
"Now T, I have some unfinished business with you. You were quite annoying when we met."
With that he opened the door of the cage and grabbed Annie by the right ankle. He lifted the struggling woman from the cage and over to a table where he had a shoe-box, some tape and some other supplies.
Annie was placed face down across the top of the box, her legs extending over the side. With his left thumb he held her to the box while with his right hand he applied a strip of tape across her back. He then fastened her arms to the box-top with two more strips. He spread her legs with his left pinkie, and taped them to the side of the box. He couldn't resist admiring his work under a magnifying glass.
"The 'Rule of Thumb' says you can use a rod up to the thickness of your thumb to discipline a woman. In your reduced state I'll need to use something a bit smaller." As he spoke he reached for a box of toothpicks. He placed the thin ends of three of the toothpicks across various parts of Annie's back and her buttocks. He then fastened the wider ends to the box using a few drops of fast setting epoxy.
"Now then T, you may recall that when we met you had the nerve to criticize my driving.
Who was responsible for our encounter?"
Annie refused to respond. The Collector drew back the end of the toothpick across Annie's butt, about 1/4 inch. When he released it, it sprang back with a good solid thwack.
Annie remained mute. The Collector lifted the ends of the toothpicks across her back. THWACK. Red welts began to rise on Annie's back. Still she refused to respond.
"You know T, I can do this all day. And If you continue resisting, I'll just have to find something more persuasive."
Thwack! Thwack! Thwack!
Annie began to think that perhaps she should admit that perhaps she may have been a little bit at fault.
The Collector reached for a birthday candle, lit it and allowed a little of the wax to splash onto Annie's back.
Annie renewed her resolve. She was not about to give in.
Just then the Collector reached for a stickpin and began heating the tip in the flame.
Annie's mind raced. What was he planing to do with that... Every possibility which came to her mind was worse than the one before.
"All right, I admit I may not have been paying strict attention."
"What was that T? I couldn't quite hear you."
"IT WAS MY FAULT !"
"There T, was that so hard?"
The Collector peeled the tape and wax off of Annie's body, perhaps a bit more slowly than was strictly necessary.
He then returned her to the cage.
"By the way, as I will know you a T and A, you may need to call me something as well. I know you are probably thinking of many names which would only get you punished. However if you must address me, you may call me Master or My Lord. You are to speak only when I address you, and then only in response to my questions."
With that the Collector placed a cover over the cage and left the room. Jessie got some water from the bottle and began cleaning Annie's wounds. They had no cloth for bandages, so she made do with a covering of wet pulp, made from the paper on the floor.
Jessie could see that her life was going to be unpleasant for the foreseeable future.