A Dog's Dinner !

"Set the table nicely for our guests" ordered Agnes. The now naked Julie miserably hurried between the kitchen and dining room, setting six places and extracting the mix of Chinese and Indian food that had been ordered. The smell of the food made her mouth begin to salivate. "Don't bother setting a place for yourself, I'm putting some mush out for you in your bowl on the floor" laughed Agatha. "But that's not fair" Julie whined. "It's perfectly fair when you're in punishment mode" Agatha retorted. "It's that or nothing" she insisted. "I'd rather have nothing then" Julie decided petulantly. "Suit yourself" answered Agatha but Agnes would have none of it. "No. We're supposed to be looking after you and we don't want it said that we aren't feeding you properly. You can and will eat from your bowl on the floor !"

Lisa, Helen and Fiona looked on in delighted bemusement as they watched this dynamic play out. It was amazing the control these strange twins were exerting over Julie. OK, they were physically intimidating but still...perhaps they'd learn more of the back story later. Helen had already begun surreptitiously filming proceedings on her phone as Julie played waitress for them all. "Um, yummy" exclaimed Lisa, teasing the hungry Julie who just had to stand there on display as she watched them eat. "Oh I forgot, we brought some beers" said Fiona as the party went on.

Half an hour later, everyone crowded into the kitchen to watch Julie washing up the dirty plates. "She's very efficient isn't she ?" said Lisa patronizingly. "We're teaching her" agreed Agnes. Julie finally finished. Agatha pointed to a bowl on the floor. "Aren't you going to eat your nice mush that I made for you ?" Julie looked down at the congealing mash of baby food that had been ladled into a dog bowl. "I don't want it" she repeated. "But you are going to eat it" Agatha asserted with an accompanying sharp slap on Julie's ass. "Ow !" Agatha grabbed Julie by the hair and **** her down on her knees beside the bowl. "Now eat" she cried.

Julie bent her head forward and tried not to gag at the unappetizing smell of the baby food. She **** herself to begin lapping it up. "Oh this is too much" laughed Helen, capturing every second on her phone as she surveyed Julie from all angles. Not only was the food revolting but it was also not at all easy to eat by pushing her face into a dog bowl. She tried to lap it up and swallow without tasting but it was taking so long and she could hear all the laughter and unkind remarks, only too aware of what she must look like. She had food in one of the pigtails her hair had been tied into. She hoped she could get away with leaving the dregs in the bottom of the bowl and fortunately Agatha did not seem to notice. "One last thing to wash up" she said.