The Training of Dana DeArmond, Day Three

They still won't say her name. She's just Number Nine for the week. They pair her with Julie Night, already broken in, and start by clamping the two sluts together at the nipples and whipping them until they learn to move as one. They walk in step to the next drill. They kneel. They bend. They show. Every time Dana fucks up, Julie takes the cane across her ass for both of them. Dana feels the sting secondhand and hates how wet it makes her. They chain her down. The gag inside her mouth is thick and double-ended; the other end slides straight into Julie's cunt. A cock follows, forcing both holes wider, teaching Dana how to stay open and still while someone else is used at the same time. She drools around the shaft, spit running down Julie's thigh. Homework inspection comes next. She has to suck and swallow beside her slave-sister, mouths meeting around the same shaft, tongues clashing. When the load finally lands it paints both their faces, thick streaks sliding into open mouths. They leave them like that, come drying, and send the two back to the cage for the night.