A little something else first.

Jesica and Emily stood silently as they both thought of the best way to break the future whore to be. After a moment, Emily spoke up.

"You know something? Seeing that **** arrive like that got me thinking. What if we wish someone over when they are in the middle of doing something? Other people will start to worry if someone suddenly disappears into nothing."

"Yeah, I was thinking along the same lines, we need something to make sure we can tell our future slaves are safe to collect before we wish them over."

Jessica walked towards the cell that had both Katie and Alia in it and addressed the genie.

"Alia, I wish for a room where we can check on our slaves, our future slaves, and any people we want."

Alia arched her back as her eyes rolled back. A deep moan came from her mouth before her hips began to shiver. For a moment, it looked like she was cumming, but she knew better than to disobey her Mistress and managed to hold it back. She opened her eyes, and with panting breaths confirmed the wish was successful.

"You wish is done, Mistress. The room you requested is on the second floor of the manor, the first room on the left, it is the small home cinema room."

"Thank you, Alia. We will inspect it now. Be ready to come to us should we have questions."

"Of course Mistress, I am, as always, completely at your disposal."

Jess and Emily made their way to the second floor and quickly found the room they were looking for. The door swung open the moment they approached and closed right after they stepped through it into the room. The room was as described, a small home cinema. On one side, the entire wall consisted of a video screen. Several speakers were mounted on the walls, creating a full 360 degrees sound arc. In the centre of the room, a cosy and comfortable looking love seat was placed, a small table sat on either side of the seat, and on the table closest to the door lay what looked like an ordinary remote, and a piece of paper.

Picking up the paper, Jessica saw that it was a note, written by Alia in immaculate flowing handwriting.

"Mistresses.

This room allows you to watch the people you have collected as slaves, would like to collect as future slaves, or are just interested in for your own private reasons. The remote allows you to control the screen. The numbered keys can be programmed to memorize a certain person, so your favourite person will always be just a button press away. The channel up and down allows you to scroll through the different people, and the menu button opens the menu to quickly select a specific individual.

The slaves currently on your island have already been assigned to a numbered key, but this can be changed in the menu. In order to view a different person that is not your **** at that time, simply wish for that person to be viewable, and he or she will be added to the selection."

They both read the letter another time to make sure they understood the instructions, and Emily let out a short laugh.

"She sure is efficient huh? Though I couldn't help but notice that we have to wish in order to see potential slaves. I don't know about you, but that sounds like the little slut gets more pleasure than she rightly deserves."

Jessica could only agree, and with a sharp voice, called her genie into the room.

Alia appeared in a small puff of white smoke, and instantly dropped to her knees and spread her legs.

"Mistresses, you called for me?"

Jessica turned to face Alia and held up the note.

"Yes, Alia, you have done well in providing us with this room, but the part where we have to make wishes to see new people was a bit odd, to us."

Alia lowered her head and bowed as low as her position allowed.

"I am sorry Mistress, but it is impossible to anticipate who you wish to see, and simply adding every person on this planet would be impractical. This was the most practical solution in my mind."

Emily stepped up to stand beside Jessica, both women looking down on the kneeling genie.

"And the fact that you get pleasure every time we want to investigate who next to add to our collection is purely coincidental, I'm sure."

Alia shrugged, and tried, but failed, to hide the small smile on her lips.

"One need not exclude the other, Mistress Emily."

"Silence."

Emily's cold voice had Alia reel back in shock, she quickly realized she had overstepped, and opened her mouth to apologize. Emily cut her off before she could speak.

"I said, silence. Your reasoning behind the wishes is valid, Alia. But you forgot one tiny detail. You serve us, not the other way around. Your pleasure comes when we give it to you. And you trying to sneak in more wishes in order to please yourself is not what a **** is supposed to do."

Emily leaned towards Jessica and began whispering something in her girlfriend's ear. Alia could only watch in shame as her two Mistresses silently conversed. After a quick exchange, Jessica nodded and spoke up.

"Emily is right, of course. You did good, but you had to ask us first about the extra wishes. So here is your punishment for taking liberties you were not supposed to take."

Jessica waited a moment, to allow Alia to get nervous for her punishment.

"I wish, that every time I wish for another person to be added to the viewer, that the pleasure **** Alia receives is turned into a ruined orgasm."

Alia's eyes grew wide with disbelief before a moan tore from her lips as the wish took hold.

"It is done, Mistress. Thank you for punishing this disobedient ****."

Alia's voice was small and resigned. Jessica reached out to cup Alia's chin and raised it so she could look the crestfallen genie in the eyes.

"You know it had to be done, Alia. Now, I want to add something to the viewer. I wish to be able to see Zendaya a few minutes before we wished her to us."

Alia began to moan as pleasure flooded her body. The two women watched as the genie began to writhe in place, her hips gyrating to some unseen ****. She arched her back, and her entire body became rigid as the orgasm tore through her. A second of pure euphoria was all Alia felt, as the pleasure suddenly disappeared, leaving her pussy cold, empty, and very much, aching for more. She still shivered as her body worked through an orgasm that no longer existed.

"Thank you, Alia, you can return to your cell now."

Alia mumbled a subdued goodbye, before she got off the floor, and left the room in a puff of white smoke. The two women sat down on the loveseat, and Emily picked up the remote. Opening the menu, she saw a selection screen of various women. She recognized them all as the slaves they had collected so far. The only one she did not recognize, was the last one on the list, and she selected it. The lights went out, and the screen turned on. From the speakers around them, the sound of running water began to fill the room. And on the screen, was the very same woman they had not so long ago wished into their dungeon.

Zendaya was standing underneath a shower, the steaming hot water flowing across her smooth black skin. She was using a soft sponge to wash, and the two lovers watched with rapt attention as the young actress rubbed the soap all over her body. After about a minute, she lowered a hand between her legs and pushed three of her fingers inside her cunt. Emily pressed another button on the remote, and the view they had shifted slightly, so as to give them a better look at the woman's pussy, without losing the incredible sight of her body. Zendaya began to finger fuck herself with quick deep strokes, completely unaware of the people watching her. Then all of a sudden, she was gone. One second she was standing under a shower, the next, she wasn't. there was no puff of smoke, like with Alia. No flash of light. Nothing to indicate what happened. She had simply disappeared.

Jessica took the remote from her girlfriend and pressed the power button. The screen got dark, the speakers fell silent, and the lights came back on. Wordlessly, the two looked at each other and quickly made their way towards the dungeon. They entered the new cell block and inspected the cells until they found Zendaya. The actress was in the last cell, with a big sign above the door, labelled; New Arrivals.

Instead of the normal cell doors, this door was made from far thicker steel, making it look almost unbreakable. The wall next to the door turned from solid rock to a one-way window looking into the room.

The room was a bit bigger than the cells, but not overly so. It was square, and three of the four walls were filled with cabinets and shelves. Without looking, they knew that they contained every tool imaginable to bring both pleasure and pain. Zendaya was standing in the centre of the room. Her arms were raised above her and spread out towards the walls. Steel cuffs attached to steel chains rand from her wrists to unseen ankers in the ceiling. Her legs were also spread far apart, and cuffs around her ankles chained her to the corners of the floor. She was naked, of course, and both girls had an unobstructed view of her beautiful breasts and freshly shaven pussy.

Picking up a clipboard attached to the wall, Jessica began to read the way her guards had prepared her. A blindfold was placed over her eyes, making her blind to her surroundings. Earbuds inserted into her ears took away her hearing. And a large double-sided penis gag was put into her mouth, forcing her to deepthroat one end, while the other stuck out, ready to be used to fuck someone. Jessica and Emily looked at Zendaya, and both began to plan how to break the slut into her new life as an exclusive celebrity whore.

How do they train her?

A) Spanking and other physical ****.

B) **** Orgasms.

C) Orgasm denial.

D) Brainwashing.

E) Something else. What?