No

The shock of seeing such a familiar face has broken whatever conditioning they put into your head. You don't care about the punishment. Nothing can make you lick cum off of your friend. You watch as Troy waits impatiently for your to say the words, but you can't say a thing. You turn away and face the corner of the room, to await the whip.

"I see." You hear over the loud speaker.

Within moments Troy walks out, leaving the door to your cell open. Familiar boots clack down the hallway up to your room. Looking down at your thighs, you can feel the pain of the last lashing, but it doesn't matter. You could deal with anyone else. Just not Troy, or Jess. Strangers let you forget your life before this place.

"Turn around" You hear from behind you. "Look at me"

You quickly turn to face your Master, meekly looking into her eyes, expecting the worst.

"You are a slave," She reminds you, clenching her whip, "You have no family. No Friends. But You do have a purpose. You are a tool. A sex toy for others. You need cum. You live for it. Do you understand your purpose, slave?"

You can only nod.

"Then serve your purpose. It does not matter who is presented to you, if they enter this room, you will speak properly. You will mean it, and you will perform properly. If you disobey again, I will tie you up and leave you to be taken by anyone who feels the need, understand?"

You can only nod.

Your master exits the room without whipping you. You are relieved.