A bath

They approached the bathhouse and Tiffany looked at the men's and women's doors. Despite the fact all cleaning was handled by machines she yelled into the men's room "Cleaning service!" When no one answered Tiffany led her sister in knowing the men's bathhouse would make her even more uncomfortable and upset. They entered and Samantha was now on marble floor which made her crawling more awkward as she slipped on her mud covered hands and knees.

“You really need to figure this out, you’re going to be doing that for a while.” Said Tiffany to her slipping and sliding sister.

Samantha wasn’t sure if it was worse or better knowing that Tiffany had never been on her side. She only knew her entire life was in her hands and she clearly intended to **** her as much as possible. She had purposely taken her clothes, her autonomy, her dignity and even near full control her body.

She was pulled into a shower stall and Tiffany left it open. Samantha knew it was to increase her chances of getting caught and she could only let tears fall as her sister pulled roughly at her leash forcing her under the stream of cold water coming from the shower head she had just turned on. It was freezing and Samantha shivered. The mud was starting to be washed away but that only left her all the more naked.

“Oh are you cold?” Asked Tiffany.

Samantha could only nod as she readied herself to be left in the cold anyway. Instead Tiffany turned heat to full and Samantha tried to scurry our of the water’s way as she was being hit with scalding water. Tiffany held her leash tight instead as she looked down into her eyes and Samantha averted her eyes to try and show deference in hopes of earning mercy.

“Do you prefer the cold?” Asked Tiffany.

Samantha in a choice between freezing cold and scalding heat could only choose the less terrible option which was the cold. She nodded. Tiffany turned the handle back to cold. Samantha went back to shivering almost immediately.

Tiffany then knelt down next to her with a small towel she picked up from a nearby shelf.

“Oh wow! that’s cold. Good thing I have clothes or I’d be freezing.” She sneered at her sister.

Samantha started to cry more.

“Oh I just meant people wear clothes. Don’t worry you’re not people and I’m sure you’ll get used to this, naked as you should be. This is just gonna toughen you up a little.”

Samantha realized she had no way of knowing if this would ever end. Tiffany was stressing she wasn’t a person and was now her naked pet. She wanted to fight but there was nothing she could do with her leash held firm. She tried to imagine when she could fight and the only options seemed to be to rely on a stranger to save her or hope there was an opportunity when Tiffany fell asleep.

She gasped as Tiffany took the towel and began to rub her breasts and was shocked falling to the floor. She tried to pick herself back up and was met with three quick wet smacks to her cold wet ass.

“I get to touch you wherever I want.” She said angrily as Samantha pulled herself back.

Samtha nodded as her sister’s toweled hand returned to her breasts.

“Let’s get you nice and clean. Remember someone could walk in here at anytime so you want this over with quickly.”

Tiffany rubbed away at her breasts and Samantha cringed as her nipples hardened.

“You think I don’t know the real you, Samantha? You’ve been wet the whole time, I caught you masturbating, and your nipples could cut diamonds. You like this! I’m only showing you the real you and that’s why you’re upset because deep down you know this is how you belong and even worse, this is what you know you want!”

Samantha was reminded of how her body reacted and even how she made the questionable choice of self-pleasure but the plane ride and **** nudity caused her arousal and she couldn’t help it. She shook her head ‘no’ and Tiffany took that as a challenge.

“Okay, I’ll prove it to you...”