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                                 Jennifer (3)

      Jennifer blushed as she stripped herself naked under the 
watchful eyes of Donna, her sister-in-law.
      She was standing in front of Donna's desk.  When she saw 
the few items that Donna had laid out on it, she shivered, and 
crossed her arms in front of her breasts.
      Donna looked up from her desk and asked:  "Let me ask you 
one more time, Jenny.  Are you sure you want to go ahead with 
this?"
      "You promise to let those girls go?"
      "Yes, of course.  That's the agreement, isn't it?"
      "OK then, Donna.  Let's go on."
      "Good.  But you should learn to start addressing me as 
Mistress and James as Master now."
      "Yes, M..." Jennifer laughed nervously.  "I'm sorry.  I 
need to get used to it."
      "You'd better get used to it soon.  James once practically 
grilled a girl on open fire when she refused to call him Master."
      Jennifer shivered again.  Her brother was not around, but 
she was sure he must be watching them on a surveillance monitor.
      "On your knees, Jenny," Donna ordered, while picking up a 
pair of handcuffs and a set of leg-irons from the desk top.
      Jennifer obeyed without a word.  She felt her heart beats 
quicken as Donna snapped the handcuffs around her wrists behind 
her back, and proceeded to fetter her ankles.
      Then Donna pushed a button on her desk.
      Jennifer blushed to her ears when Jose and Luis, security 
guards on the estate and his brother's accomplices in his wicked 
games, came running into Donna's office.
      "Wow, Senora!" it was Jose's rough voice.  "A new girl for 
the stable, huh?"
      "Yes, Jose.  And she needs to be trained."
      "Leave it to old Jose, Senora!  And, oh my oh my!  Look at 
this little sweetheart!  How cute!  Those little tits --- yum 
yum!  Come on, sweetie, let Uncle Jose look at your face...Seno-
rita!"
      Jose suddenly withdrew his hand from Jennifer's chin, as if 
it had touched on a piece of red hot iron.
      "There's no senorita here any more," Donna announced quiet-
ly.  "She's our new slave.  Call her Jenny.  Oh by the way, 
release the other girls after you lock up this one."
      Donna winked at the two men, and they smiled at her know-
ingly.
      "No problem, Senora.  You'll never see them again."
      "Good, Jose.  Now take her to the dungeon.  You know what 
to do."
      "Can we, eh, whip her?" Jose asked, testingly.
      "Sure you can.  Do whatever you want with her.  Show her 
the best you have.  Don't spare anything.  She needs to be taught 
her new place on the estate, and taught well.  I'll give you two 
days to break her in."
      "Yes, ma'am!"
      Jose turned to Luis and murmured a few words in Spanish.  
Each holding an arm of the handcuffed girl, they led her to the 
door.
      "Good-bye, Jenny," Donna said as the three of them exited.  
"I'll visit you tonight in your cell."
      "Good-bye...Mistress."
      Jennifer did not know which cell she would be put in.  The
spiky wooden cage in the barn?  Or the small iron cage on the 
back of the hill?  Or the tin-box currently holding the little 
redhead?  Or the barred cellar in the alfalfa field, where two 
days before she had found the buxom blonde struggling in muddy 
rain water?
      Whichever it would be, Jennifer was sure it would not be as 
comfortable as her air-conditioned bedroom in the main house.
      But she had no regret.

