It wasn’t all terrible for the slavegirls of the Lord Caine’s household. Not all were destined to become pain sluts. Some were chosen for pleasure instead, their holes trained and given special attention both to serve the Lord and Lady of the house as well as make the slaves more marketable and desirable to the various noble houses of Europe…
“Ahhh… ahhh… p-please, milady… I’m… ahhh… I’m not like that!” the newest slavegirl squealed as the trained and experienced slaves softly ran their feminine fingers over her sensitive, prickling flesh. Those wise fingers worked soft, milky cream over the girl’s labia, softly stroking her most sensitive of places and gently caressing her excited little clitoris… soon, the girl could feel her crotch moisten and drip with desire… UNWANTED desire! She was no lesbian whore! How could she feel this way? How could other WOMEN make her feel such unpure thoughts?
The Lady Treble merely laughed. “I don’t care what you’re like! You’ll soon learn to associate the smell of women with the lusts of the flesh!” she said, smiling as she tapped her whip against her open palm. “That is… unless you’d prefer to be a PAIN SLUT instead?”
“No! No, milady… ahh… ahhh… mmm…” the girl whimpered, her hips gyrating sensuously as the experienced slaves continued their work between her legs. “Ahh… ahh… oh God… oh God!”