Your punishment is complete. You go to bed.

"Good girls!" Mistress Jade coos. Her voice is dangerous but her praise causes your pussy to dampen further, "Your punishment has been satisfied. Release them!"

The guards roughly release the clamps. Blood floods into your sensitive buds causing the four of you to howl in pain. Your arms are freed from the guards tight grip and you topple ungracefully to the floor. Your hands gingerly cover your tender nipples. All of you struggle unsure if touching them sooths or exasperates the pain pulsing in sync with your slowing heart rates.

The guards throw a new nighty and g-string at each of you and command you to dress before leaving you all alone in the room. The sheer fabric of the gown might be soft but it feels like fire sliding over your chest. The four of you cradle your breasts and return to your cots. None of you talk. You know it will likely be another early morning of training.

The lights shut off.