Surprise! Surprise!

Chapter 8: A New Kind of Life

Their quarters were not the Spartan kind if arrangement that most people would expect. Instead, it was move like a luxury suite with a king-size bed and a spacious, well-appointed bathroom, complete with bidet, spa and sauna. "Almost like a harem," Jane thought. They were left there to prepare themselves and were given an hour before they were expected to present themselves.

"Okay, spread ‘em, sis" said Emily as she picked up a pair of scissors and a razor. Jane just shook her head in disbelief again as she had so many times in the previous weeks.

"What are we doing?" asked Jane. "Maybe it's time to gracefully back out and apologize for inconveniencing them."

"I'm not sure that's possible now, pip. I think that, for the next week, we are slave sisters. At this point, I would release you if I could. But I don't own you at the moment. Now do you want me to shave you or do you want to do it yourself?"

"What's with the shaving stuff?" asked an indignant Jane. "It will make us look like adolescents!"

"Trust me, babe," said Emily as she grasped Jane's breasts and squeezed, "you will never be mistaken for an adolescent."

Jane finally succumbed after much sighing and arguing and bitching. Eventually, she perched her bottom on the counter and let Emily denude her sex. Then she returned the favor by taking the scissors to Emily's thatch. After several minutes of clipping, she invited Emily to look, who saw that her pubic hair had been trimmed in the shape of a question mark.

"Very funny," Emily said sarcastically. "Are you making a statement of some kind?"

"Only that we have no idea what we are doing here or why we agreed to anything this crazy."

"Well, to set your mind at ease, you didn't agree to anything. I was the only volunteer here. Now finish up." Jane finished snipping and then used the razor to make her friend's sex as smooth as a baby's bottom. She finished by giving the naked mound a quick kiss.

"It does look sexy on you," conceded Jane. "And I guess you're right about me not looking like an adolescent. It just all seems so strange."

The two girls showered together, blew each other's hair dry and then combed it out until it shined. "Having a slave sister will make this a whole lot more fun and enjoyable," said Emily. "Thanks for doing this for me."

"It's not as if I had any choice in the matter," giggled Jane as she turned her chest back and forth playfully letting her nipples duel with Emily's. "And you're right. It could be fun. And I already know that it will be different. But don't you dare sign that second line. Or if you do, make sure I'm free and away from here."

It was only noon when the two slaves stepped back into the living room again. They were surprised to find it empty and then started moving around the house in search of their owners. Finally, they spied them sitting on the porch and Emily reached for the doorknob.

"Stop," whispered Jane. "We're not allowed to leave the house without permission."

"Well we were told to report back to them within an hour and time's almost up!" hissed Emily.

"It must be a test of some kind then. I do know we'll get in trouble though if we open that door."

"Well what do you suggest Miss Perfect Little Slavegirl?" asked Emily as she stood with her hands on her hips and her head cocked to the side.

"Wellllll," replied Jane in an exaggerated tone, "my previous owner, who shall remain unnamed, taught me to always follow instructions. Failure to do so was generally followed by a whipping here, a spanking there, confinement everywhere. I recommend that we knock on the window."

Jane's little dramatic performance brought both girls to stitches and they were laughing so hard that they could not control themselves. Emily accidentally hit the window with an elbow before they fell into each others arms to support one another. The tap on the window caught the attention of Bob and Emily who both got up from their chairs to see what was going on. They peered through the glass and saw the two naked girls holding on to each other and laughing hysterically.

"This could be a challenge," observed Bob.

"But it looks like it will be a fun challenge, dear," replied Meg.

"Ahem."

Both girls let go of each other and stood up straight when they realized they had been discovered. "What do you think you are doing?" asked Bob in a cold voice.

"We're sorry Bo… Master," replied Emily. "We were trying to follow instructions but got distracted."

"So I see," he went on. "Meg, bring them out to the post." This resulted in their first whipping and they each made a vow to themselves to do everything possible to avoid a second one.

Meg took the two girls to a pole in the yard that had rings embedded about six feet off the ground. Each girl's wrists were tied to the rings and then Bob stepped forward snapping a long, ugly whip in the air. The first swing of his arm sent the tip of the whip crashing into Jane's bottom causing her to shriek and jump around. This was quickly followed by another whistle of the whip through the air and Emily was the one to shriek. Since their hands were fastened at the level of the tops of their heads, there was a lot of room for them to dance around and try to avoid the whip. But they quickly learned that this was a mixed blessing. While it gave them the illusion of being able to avoid the whip, it actually made them more vulnerable. Jane was the first to figure this out when the whip wrapped around her chest and snapped at one of her nipples. She quickly pressed her body flat against the pole to try to save her tender breasts from more abuse. Emily eventually figured it out also when the whip circled her hip and snapped against her newly shaven mound. Soon both girls were hugging the pole and kissing one another to try to provide solace and comfort.

"I think that's enough," said Bob as he dropped the whip across their shoulders. "Have you learned anything?"

"I learned that I don't like to be whipped, Master," replied Jane quickly.

"That's a good lesson to learn," said Bob as he stroked the side of Jane's face. "And did you learn anything, Emily?"

"I learned that I prefer being a top," she said emphatically.

"We'll see about that," he went on. "You have another week to sort that out. In the meantime, there's weeding to do." And for the next three hours, two naked girls knelt in the garden beds pulling up weeds. They had not been told to be silent but neither said a word.

It was mid-afternoon when they finished. They were told to shower, which they did under an outside showerhead at the barn and then were allowed to relax by the pool. "You'll get nice and tanned this week," promised Meg. "But we need to even it out. Your backs got a lot of attention today. "Tomorrow, we'll focus on your fronts."

The girls helped each other apply tanning oil to their bodies and then laid down on their backs in comfortable chaise lounges. Jane was sound asleep within minutes, leaving Emily alone in thought. Emily watched Jane's beautiful breasts rise and fall with each breath before letting her eyes roam lower. Despite not wanting to have her sex shaved, Emily had to admit that it created a stunning appearance, especially when Jane's body was oiled and glistening as it was now.

Emily decided that she should take stock of her situation each day so that the decision would be easier at the end of the week. So far, the decision was easy. She had been shaved against her will. She had been whipped. And she had performed three hours of strenuous labor in the gardens. "No problem," she thought. "I can deal with a week of this but after that I'm taking my slavegirl and heading home." Soon, she too drifted off to sleep.

That evening, Jane was selected to serve the meal. She was dressed in high heels, a lacy maid's cap, and a tiny laced apron that tied around her waist but did very little to hide anything. In fact, if anything, it made her appear even more naked.

Emily was doing serving of a different nature. Her hands had been bound behind her back and she was placed under the table. Her job was to move back and forth between Bob and Meg and to use her lips and tongue to pleasure them. And she was warned that if they did not each climax at least once then she would be punished. She took her job very seriously and by the end of the main course, had coaxed an orgasm out of Meg. She could hear dishes being cleared and hoped that her owners would be having dessert. Thankfully, she later heard Jane's heels clicking back into the room and heard the clattering of dishes as Jane served dessert. She redoubled her efforts with her head bobbing up and down, her lips and cheeks sucking, and her tongue furiously bathing and teasing the cock inside her mouth.

Emily started to panic as she heard dishes being cleared again and knew that she was running out of time. "If only I had my hands," she thought. "I'd have him orbiting the earth by now." But she didn't have her hands and her jaw was aching from all of the strain of continually sucking. Plus Bob did not have a small cock. It was both wide in girth and long, which only added to the strain. When she heard coffee cups being refilled, she knew that she had little time left. In a desperation move, she let the cock slide from her lips and ducked lower to suck Bob's balls into her mouth. These were larger than normal too, making it difficult to do much with them but she was able to roll them back and forth a bit and was able to flutter her tongue over the tight sac that held them. She then released them and dove back onto the cock taking it as deep as she could into her mouth. But she had only moved her lips up and down a few times when she heard a chair scraping across the floor.

"Shit!" she thought as Meg pushed back and stood. Then the cock was pulled from her lips as Bob also pushed back.

"Nice work with the balls, pet," said Bob as he pulled his pants up and tucked the balls in. "But you failed your test."

That night, Jane was taken to bed by the couple where she serviced them and was serviced in return until all three passed out from exhaustion. A forlorn Emily gazed out of a cage in the corner of the Hopewell's bedroom with a large penis gag stuffed into her mouth. She could only look on sadly as she watched her slavegirl being ravished by her new owners.