"Thank you girls," Hank said, smiling at his subs. The smile faded when he turned back to Sybil, who was still trying to catch her breath after the whacking Keely had given her. A fine sheen of sweat covered her long body, still stretched vertically, her breasts thrust out from the strain of being forced on tiptoe. Hank walked closer, until they were face to face.

"If you come back things will be different, as I said. You will have to learn to share. You will have to learn to respect your sister slaves, in addition to me. You would be part of a family. Do you understand?" Sybil nodded. "DO you understand??"

"Yes Master," she said softly. Hank stared at her for a long moment, watching those blue eyes. Then he reached up and undid her wrists and she sagged to the floor with a big sigh of relief. "All fours," he said, pushing her striped ass with his boot, and she assumed the position. Hank walked over to the workbench and picked up a collar and leash and threw them to the Willow and Keely. "You know what to do girls."

Keely walked over to Sybil and put the collar around Sybil's neck and buckled it into place. Willow attached the leash and looked to Hank for instruction. he nodded toward a rugged looking St. Andrew's cross ont he other side of the room. Willow and Keely exchanged a nervous glance, then Willow gave the leash a tug.