Her sister arrives

... her sister. Samantha froze with her fingers still inside herself and her other hand still on her clit. Her sister caught her naked, masturbating, collared in a cage. Tiffany looked at her pretending to be surprised to see her in such a state, well pretending to be surprised about the naked and collared part. She was expecting to find her sister a crying mess not fucking herself.

“Samantha, you’re naked!”

Samantha of course couldn’t respond without intense pain to her neck because of the collar. She just stared back and slowly pulled her hands away from her vagina.

“Don’t let me stop you from having a good time.”

Did her sister really just encourage her to keep masturbating or was she making a joke to try to lighten the mood? Samantha couldn’t tell but her sister had quite the view of her, completely naked, her tiny breasts on display, wet pussy and of course a collar. Samantha rolled into an all fours position.

“What happened Samantha? I just told you to get in the crate not be an actual pet!”

Samantha teared up. She wanted to express she had **** in the matter since she couldn’t abandon Tiffany and she had already gotten on the plane but couldn’t respond. Her only option she had was pointing at the lock of the crate and Tiffany pretended to care.

“I’m sorry, I should’ve let you out right away. I just wasn’t sure if you were done, you know...”

Samantha blushed she didn’t want to talk about what she’d been caught doing and she especially didn’t want to still be naked in front of her sister. Especially since her sister’s breasts were so much better than hers in her mind. She covered her breasts with her hands while her body was still parallel to the ground hoping it wouldn’t lead to shocks and luckily it didn’t.

“Sis, you don’t have to be embarrassed just because you have really small boobs. We’re just sisters.”

Samantha blushed and felt shame at her small tits. She put her hands back on the ground guessing her sister was right. Tiffany used her hotel key to open the crate. Samantha crawled out and she stayed on all fours to avoid a shock from the collar. Tiffany reached down to grab her arm and pretend to want to help her up, yanking hard so Samantha couldn’t resist. Samantha tried to shake her head ‘no’ but she was lifted to a kneeling position and hit with terrible shocks. She grabbed the collar as she fell to ground in pain.

“What’s going on?” Asked Tiffany who helped her naked sister up again only for her to fall down in pain from the shocks again. She pointed to the collar with tears in her eyes and got back to all fours since somehow it was the position that covered her pussy and obscured her boobs the most of all the positions available to her that would also allow her to attempt to communicate the easiest.

“Oh! I’m so sorry. I didn’t realize it was a shock collar. Why didn’t you say it was hurting you?”

Samantha tried mouthing ‘it shocks me when I talk’ but Tiffany just stared like she didn’t understand. Samantha kept pointing. Tiffany still was acting aloof.

Finally Samantha felt like all she could do was show her.

“Look.” She said and then fell to the ground in pain from the shocks.

“Oh my god, you can’t talk either?”

Samantha shook her head ‘no.’ She mouthed ‘help me’.

“Okay we need to get this straightened out. Obviously for some reason the resort thinks you’re a pet. Let us see if there’s someone I can talk to.”

Samantha figured she meant ‘us’ figuratively but she told Samantha “come on let’s go.”

Samantha shook her head ‘no!’ frantically. She was naked and the only way she could move without **** pain was on all fours, because she was in a control collar. She couldn’t imagine being more humiliated.

“Sis, I can’t leave you here defenseless what if a repair person or someone else comes. You need to come with me. We’ll get to the bottom of this.”

Samatha still shook her head ‘no.’ Tiffany looked at her cell phone. She went to the phone in the room and pretended it didn’t work when she tried to dial.

“Sorry, Sis, no signal and this phone doesn’t work. We have to go the lobby.”

Samantha lowered her head in shame and crawled to her sister.

“Don’t worry I haven’t seen more than a few dozen people since I got here. Not too many people will see you.”

Samantha felt a few dozen was a few dozen too many! She didn’t know why Tiffany was so okay with this. Maybe that’s how people confident in their bodies felt. She certainly didn’t. Even beyond being nude she was collared on all fours which made it so much worse. She also was insanely wet, covered in juices and smelled like pussy. This would be so humiliating.

“Just stay close to me and try not to worry. You’ll have 6 and a half days of sandy beaches and drinking to forget this.”

Samantha got as close to her sister’s side as possible and crawled alongside her. She trusted her sister really wanted to help but couldn’t understand how she didn’t see how awful this would be for her but, maybe she was right. She would be so **** alone and couldn’t call for help if she needed it. She took a deep breath and followed as her sister opened the door.

“Alert! Alert!”