I was glad that Irena, my fiancee, had taken a liking to you, and I decided to let her handle the next week of your training. She wasn't into pain much, but she had her own way of getting little sluts like you to submit. As she planned, I didn't touch you for the whole week. In fact, you were not even allowed to leave the basement. Everyday Tara went down to the basement to give you a bath, feed you and let you use the toilet, and you weren't even allowed to speak. She put a ball gag on you and never removed it except when you're given your meal. She, on the other hand, would talk to you when she bathed you like you're a puppy she's taking care of, and the way she cleaned you with soap and a brush made you feel like you're an animal, too. After a few days, although you're not suffering any pain, this lack of human contact began to make you feel uncomfortable.

And then one day, after she had cleaned and dried you, Irena brought you to the center of the basement and made you stay on your knees. She grabbed your wrists and bound them behind your back, and then bound your elbows together, straining your shoulders. Despite the discomfort, you began to feel a light tinge of excitement, as if you were almost glad that something was finally going to happen, even though it might not be pleasant for you. Next, she pulled a rope down from the ceiling and tied it to your bound wrists. "Get on your feet, slut," Irena began speaking to you like a mistress for the time as she began pulling the rope. She kept pulling the rope so that even though you'd managed to get on to your feet, your wrists were pulled up so high behind your back that you're forced to bend over to relieve the strain on your shoulders. She kept your feet apart by cuffing your ankles to the two ends of a spreader bar, and then pulled your wrists a few inches higher so you not only had to bend over but also had to stand on your toes. After a few minutes, you couldn't help but let out a few grunts of discomfort through your gag.

"Hmmm, look at you, slut. Look at those tits, all hanging out...." Irena said as she reached out and grabbed your tits gently. She began fondling them, playing with your nipples using her skillful fingers. Despite your discomfort, her touch on your tits actually felt good, and you almost wished she wouldn't stop until she suddenly did, and gave your tits a hard slap instead. Smack! You were taken by the pain and surprise of the slap, but instead of slapping you again she went back to fondling your tits until Smack! she slapped them again. She continued playing and slapping your tits, changing her rhythm so you couldn't tell what she was going to do next. After what seemed like ages to you, Irena finally stopped playing with your tits. She disappeared from your view briefly, and then you felt her fingers touching your pussy gently. Playing with you using one hand, she removed your gag with the other. At the same time, you could hear the door to the basement being open and my footsteps descending the stairs. "Hey Jake, your niece is such a horny little slut!" Irena said giggling.