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The girls were not surprised. Ravan had told them to expect such activity on their first day, and they had often discussed it. Better than that, they had accepted it as proper punishment for young ladies. If girls were bad, they should be made to screw, they had said. Yet, now that Jan had said it, it made them have the old tingly feeling again, for it just wasn't making it with boys, it was prosti- tuting themselves to make money for their mis- tress! The girls knew of the pimps in Piccadilly and of the street girls who worked for them, but their own situation would be quite different. They would whore for another girl – Jan! Yet both knew that indeed that's what slave girls were for. To obey their mistress and do anything for her. If indeed they were to go on into slavery-hire after Avondale there could be nothing that they wouldn't do.

Jan had ordered the girls over on all fours. Vaseline wasn't necessary since the dildo was quite wet from the girls themselves. Pamela closed her eyes as Jan moved her loins forward, forcing the phallus into Pamela's anus. Nothing was said. All three females on the bed knew that females were taken in that manner, and had been since Adam and Eve.

Pamela was quite tight, and Jan slapped her bot- tom with a message from one girl to another. Pam- ela understood; and spread her thighs wider apart in a time-honored reaction to forceful entering of the rear orifice. Pamela's move helped, and Jan felt her shaft enter more easily. When she felt her own pubic hair touch Pamela's flesh she knew it was fully within the girl. She gave Pamela a good scene which brought forth some wild squeals, and with- drew only when the girl had simply collapsed on her stomach, flat out, in orgasm. Donna was just as much fun.

The two were exhausted, satiated and satisfied, and slept for an hour before awakening. The weals on their bottoms had long since been forgotten.

"Hey, look what Jan forgot," said Pamela, spy- ing the dildo on the dresser.

"Silly loon," laughed Donna, "she didn't forget it! She never makes a mistake. Left it with us on purpose. It's ours! Heard her say so before she left.

You were out like a light, you were. Think with our boy-fun coming up she's left us a message?"

"Yep! Get in practice!"

"You want to go over and get it, darling, or want me to?"

"I love you very much."

"I know."

It was very true. Pamela and Donna were falling very much in love. Not just for sexual reasons, but for real and meaningful reasons. Pamela had never been really in love with a boy before, but she knew that she would fall someday and she always thought about just who it would be. It had never dawned on her that it would be, in fact, another girl! Their love came as no sudden surprise, for love just doesn't work that way. It came slowly but steadily, and they were very much aware of its progress. They did not know, of course, the century of past loves at Avondale, and at other girls' train- ing schools. If they had, they would have known that it was very common and very natural for girls to fall in love under such circumstances. It wasn't the sleeping together and the shared sex. Most girls have lesbian flings with others. No, it was not that. It was instead the sharing of punishments, degradations and slavery used to change their lives. When two girls live together and share together under the whip and the chain, the emo- tional tie between them becomes very intense.

Boys do not share this unique situation, even if they too would share such bondage. But girls, and women too, are instilled with a mysterious sister- hood which is fully brought forth by the sharing of punishment. No one has tried to explain t,his phe- nomenon, and of course, it really isn't necessary to do so It is just accepted, like the ocean and the sky, and it holds true now as it did in the days of prehistoric society,

1t is recorded accurately that when Joan of Arc was held in the dungeon along with another girl, a total stranger. such feeling took place. Joan had been flogged, then the other girl, and upon their release from the post, they had fallen into each other's arms and they had shamelessly kissed at length, unmindfull of the surprised jailers.