The Slaver's Apprentice

Damsel grinned broadly. Being a nice girl was so boring, and a collection of slaves sounded immensely tempting. She said, "OK, I'm in!"

Sunee smiled back. "Excellent. Now... as soon as Chichi stops messing around and gets me off I can start teaching you."

Chichi made an angry noise and pulled away, too proud to be part of this anymore. Involuntarily Damsel held her breath. Sunee was going to flip out and hurt her, she was sure. But Sunee just put her feet on Chichi's thighs and pushed down, forcing the dildo further into Chichi's ass than it had gone before. There was no pulling away from that. Sunee silently shook her head and beckoned with her finger, and miserably Chichi continued fucking her.

Damsel was learning already. She was impressed by the effortless control the **** catcher had over a girl who had until recently been feared in the wrestling league. There was no need to yell, beat up or threaten.

Before long Sunee arched her back and screamed in pleasure. "Good girl. Once you get to #30, tomorrow or the day after, I'll give you a piece of chocolate." she said. Chichi glared sullenly. Once she got free somehow she was going to make Sunee pay for every indignity. She'd get all her strapons back, buy another 117 and roger Sunee senseless with every one. Just wait!

Turning to Damsel, Sunee said, "The first thing to do is pick a target to be your first ****. I'll help you catch the first one but eventually you'll learn to do it unassisted."