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Avondale and acted accordingly. At night she was a dedicated wife and mother,

Sabrina dressed excitingly, because she made no obvious at,tempt to do so! She wore her mini- uniform beautifully and naturally, which exposed all of her long legs. She neither made a production out of the little skirt nor tried to let it show more than it should. She knew that it allowed her panties to be seen when she walked or sat but she simply didn't worry about it, and didn't concern herself with selecting white pants to wear under the white nurses skirt as most nurses would. She wore pink or yellow or whatever panties came out of the drawer in the morning. This attitude of neither trying to conceal her feminine sexuality nor exhibiting it purposely was terribly attractive to the younger girls, and they desired her greatly.

They had also heard that Sabrina often was per- mitted to try experiments and tortures on the girls in her lab. Somehow, this only seemed to make her even more attractive!

Even though Pamela and Donna loved each other deeply, they often played silly girl games in bed, pretending that each other was Sabrina, and calling each other by that name. But then, young girls were allowed such liberties.

Pamela and Donna splashed happily in the shower making girl-talk and squealing when the slippery bar of soap squirted to the floor on occasion.

"I just love being a slave, Pam," said Donna.

"It's so… sexy!"

"It is rather fun," answered Pamela. "Makes a girl feel all tingly it does. Sometimes when Jan leads us around on our leads I pretend it'-s ancient

Rome or something. Must have been great in those days for a girl! Too bad slavery isn't allowed today."

"You silly bird," laughed Donna, "There is slav- ery today. What do you think it's alI about here at

Avondale?"

"Well, hon, I mean real honest to goodness slavery… y'know, where girls are sold 'n' everything!"'

"Might have a surprise for you, angel face. Know what Maryl. told me? She says that Ravan has a file in her office of women in England who will pay to have a slave girl, either for summers on school vacation or full time! Most of 'em are graduates of

Avondale themselves. Maryl says that when we leave here Ravan talks t,o us about all this, shows us the names, photos and stuff and lets us decide.

Good money, I gather. 'Course it's a matter of talk- ing your mothers into it."

"Cor! Wouldn't that be smashing! Imagine spending summers at some nobby mansion in the country as a real slave… and earning money, too!

1'd pick a pretty woman, I would. We'll have to really do some talking with our moms, though."

"Know what else Maryl told me, Pam? Says we get branded before we leave here."

"Well, I knew that. Kathy told me that last week. So?"

"Right on both tits!"

"Cor, Well, I've read history books about slaves, and I guess that's where girls are branded. Seems logical to me."

Donna laughed. "You really are something, hon!

That's why I love you!"

After a brisk toweling of each other, Pamela and

Donna sat on their bed to put the rings back into each other's bodies. You simply didn't wear your rings in t.he shower. Pamela never ceased to be intrigued with the intricate nipple rings, and enjoyed putting them in Donna. With the rings out, as they were now, the nipples looked quite un- usual. The clean open hole at their base was inter- esting, and the sensual hole down through their length for the locking pins left precious little of the nipples remaining. The nips looked like little hollow straws.

Pamela inserted the rings, centering their open- ings, and put the locking pins through until she heard them click into the rings. She pushed Donna gently back upon the bed and nibbled a nipple. She was constantly amazed about girls' nipples, for even though nearly stuffed with rings and locking pins, they still erected beautifully to a girl's mouth! It felt rather odd to suck Donna's, for instead of the soft normal feel, Pamela felt the hard locking pin within them. Well, at least it prevented one from biting a nipple, they had reminded each other jokingly several times!

What probably would have been a lovely romp in hed was interrupted by the entrance of Jan. Their mistress wore only a brief red bikini panty, much to the delight of the embraced girls on the bed, but it was what Jan was carrying that grabbed their attention at once. In one hand was an old-time whipping cane and in the other was a strap-on dildo.

Pamela and Donna squealed like children open- ing presents on Christmas, and came bouncing off the bed. They knew that there were such sex toys, but had never seen one. Its intended use was obvious and it brought the tingly feeling back, for although they were totally girl-oriented now they were definitely not off of boys… or at least boys' phalluses, either real or substitute!

Jan stripped off her panties and flung them across the room before sprawling on the bed.

"Eating time, slaves! Pussy dessert for you."

"Yes, mistress," said Donna, "we're hungry any- way. Might just gobble you up tonight!"