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Princess Penelope and the Amazons

Part 5: Piggy

Penelope's hands were shaking as she carried the bowl of stew towards her waiting sister. Grace's cold eyes followed her every move, tracing up and down her nearly-naked body the way a wolf might examine a helpless fawn. Her stomach churned inside her, her heart pounding like a drum.

She swallowed hard, stepping up to the side of Grace's seat. As she put the bowl of hot stew down in front of her sister, a hand reached out and grabbed her by the wrist.

\"Oh Penny, look at you.\" Grace lent towards the frozen princess, the smile on her face sickly-sweet and dangerous all at the same time. \"You've become such an obedient little thing since we last saw each other.\" Penelope felt her lips start to tremble. She wanted to tear her gaze away but her sister's icy blue eyes pulled her in. They were so cold and cruel. How could she ever have thought this girl was harmless? The young princess tried to drag her hand free but her sister's grip got even tighter, until sharp nails dug into her skin. \"Leaving so soon?\" Grace smirked. \"Whatever for?\"

\"I have to serve everyone else too.\" Penelope stammered, her voice high and trembling. She glanced frantically at the pot, where Yurin was already spooning out two more bowls of stew for her. When she tried to pull away again, Grace yanked her arm hard. The young princess squealed in pain, her head snapping back to find her cruel sister.

\"Please, stay.\" Grace murmured, her voice like ice-cracking. \"We have so much to talk about.\"

\"Let her go, she has work to do.\" Mala growled from across the table. Penelope trembled with relief at the sound of her lover's voice. The towering Amazon was glaring down at Grace, dark eyes like thunderclouds. She didn't know how her sister was just sitting there, so cold and calm. If Mala had ever looked at her like that, she'd have been shivering like a leaf.

\"I know she is your slave, Mala, you have made that quite clear already.\" Grace replied in the Amazon language. It made her sound even scarier, like a hissing snake. \"I only want a little time with her. Am I not a guest here?\"

\"You are not my guest!\" Mala snapped. Penelope gasped in relief as her sister's hand slipped from her wrist. There were red marks where Grace's nails had dug into her skin. A little longer and she might even have drawn blood.

\"Can I talk to her at least?\" Grace pouted, her pale lips wet. \"She is my dear older sister after all.\"

\"You gave her to me, like she was worth nothing at all.\" The low rumble of Mala's voice seemed to make the table shake. \"You are not her sister anymore.\" Penelope stiffened, feeling her lip start to tremble. It had been weeks ago now, but suddenly she felt as sick and cold as she had when she'd first learned her younger sister had betrayed her. Grace's eyes were narrowed, a hint of anger in the set of her perfect jaw.

\"Enough.\" The matriarch snapped, slapping a huge hand on the table. \"I am sick of this squabbling over a slave-girl. She will serve us, and then stand to one side where she cannot cause any more trouble.\"

\"This is not over, Penny.\" Grace murmured. \"You're still my sister, mine.\" Her hand darted down and Penelope shuddered as her sister's fingers rubbed at her waist. There was something so cold and possessive in the way that soft hand caressed her skin.

The young slave-girl pulled away, staggering back up to where Yurin was waiting with two more bowls of stew. The dark-skinned woman was glaring down at her like the delay was her fault, which it wasn't. There were tears in Penelope's eyes as she took the bowls back towards the table.

The way Grace was acting was so scary and awful. Penelope knew her sister didn't really want to talk to her. Grace just wanted to hurt her even more. Why though? What had she done to make her own sister hate her so much?

Mala's was the next meal she served. The young slave-girl darted over to her owner's side, unable to hide her need for comfort. She put the bowl of hot stew in front of her fierce Amazon, not even daring to look across the table where her sister waited like a snake.

\"Good girl, Pippa.\" Mala purred, reaching up to give her bare shoulder a reassuring squeeze. Penelope melted in her lover's grip, feeling the panic clawing at her throat ease away. Her Amazon would protect her, no matter what.

As she turned away to fetch more stew, her nervous gaze flickered over her sister's face. Grace was staring at her, pale lips curled into a small, secretive smile. Shivering, the young slave-girl darted away.

Soon enough, she and Harriet had finished serving all the Amazons. Penelope stood to one side with her friend, staring longingly at her usual place kneeling at her owner's feet. She loved it when Mala fed her scraps by hand. It felt so naughty to lick her lover's fingers, sucking on each in turn and watching as the fierce Amazon stiffened up in arousal. As soon as they were alone in their tent her owner always made her pay for her cheekiness, in ways that made her blush and wriggle just to think about.

Penelope shook her head frantically, struggling to clear it. She had way bigger problems now then trying to seduce her lover, no matter that the insistent aching between her legs might argue otherwise. Grace was here, remember! Stupid Penelope!

\"Are you alright, rich girl?\" Harriet whispered beside her.

\"Yes.\" Penelope nodded, rubbing her wrists anxiously.

\"That's really your sister?\" The other slave-girl pointed towards Grace. Penelope nodded, watching as her sister turned to say something to Kiri, who was sitting beside her. The Amazon bully was smiling thinly. Were they friends somehow? It wouldn't surprise her, both of them were as mean and awful as each other. \"She here to save you or something, pay a ransom?\" Harriet asked.

\"No...I don't um think so.\" Penelope bit her plump lip. \"She's the reason I'm here. She sold me to Mala.\"

\"Shit...sorry, I didn't know.\" Harriet gasped. \"I thought Mala just kidnapped you or something. That's awful.\" Penelope just nodded dumbly. It was awful. No matter that she'd found love and friendship here amongst the Amazons. No matter that she had been a little spoiled and mean before Mala had spanked it out of her. The fact that her own sister had done this to her still burned like an open wound.

\"Come here, Pippa.\" Mala called out suddenly, waving a hand towards the pair of slave-girls. Penelope darted forward, not even thinking. \"Up, in my lap.\" Mala patted her knee. Still nervous, the young slave-girl awkwardly lowered herself into her lover's lap. Her short skirt flipped up, and she shivered at the hot feeling of her Amazon's muscled thighs against her soft butt. Mala's arm wrapped round her, hand cupping her belly tightly. \"Here, eat.\" Penelope opened her mouth obediently as her lover held up a scrap of meat front of her.

\"Thank you, Mistress.\" She murmured as soon as she'd swallowed the delicious morsel.

\"She calls you Mistress?\" Grace sneered from across the table. \"You've tamed her well.\" Penelope froze, her heart going cold. She'd almost forgotten her sister was there, too distracted by the wonderful feeling of her lover's hands on her bare skin.

\"It was easy enough.\" Mala tossed her hair. \"For me, anyway.\" Grace stiffened up, her cold eyes narrowing. Penelope glanced between her owner and her sister, not understanding. Why were they so angry at each other? And this bitchy sniping, it reminded her of when she'd been younger, fighting over toys with her so-called playmates.

\"It's strange, seeing my sister so very well-behaved.\" Grace continued, a sweet smile on her face as her cold eyes flickered back to Penelope. It was frightening, how quickly she'd hidden that moment of anger. \"Did you know she was such a terror that my parents were relieved to have her disappear? They'd been so worried what would happen when she took the throne. The whole Court hated her.\"

\"That's not true.\" Penelope snapped, before she could even think. Her parents didn't think that! They loved her!

\"Perhaps not so tame after all.\" Grace's smile widened, to a cold, superior smirk. \"Oh and Penny dear, it's all true I'm afraid.\" She drawled, her voice dripping with fake sympathy \"I'd never lie to you. Mother told me so herself. She said you'd have been an awful queen, but that she hoped you were at least finally happy wherever you'd ended up.\"

Penelope wanted to snap back, wanted to tell her sister what she thought of those stupid lies, only her voice suddenly didn't seem to be working. Her mind raced over the awful things Grace had told her, and suddenly she felt a sickening uncertainty. It was true that she'd never had any friends back home, and she didn't really know anything about ruling a Kingdom. Maybe she would have been a terrible queen after all.

And her parents. They must have gotten tired of her constant tantrums. Suddenly she could hear Mother's voice, telling Grace all those awful things. It was just like her to say something so terrible without even understanding how much it would hurt for her daughter to hear. Penelope stiffened, a wet sniffle escaping her lips. Was it all really true? Did her parents not even want her back at all?

\"Enough, Pippa.\" Mala's hand settled on her leg, giving her plump thigh a firm squeeze. The young slave-girl raised her head, staring up at her lover with tear-filled eyes. \"You don't need to listen to this. Go, wait for me in my tent.\" Penelope sobbed, her lips starting to tremble. Mala patted her firmly on the thigh and she slipped from her lover's lap. Tears dripping down her face, the young slave-girl fled from her cruel sister. She wished Mala would follow her and sweep her off her feet, holding her close and telling her it would all be alright. Only it wasn't.

Her sister hated her. Now she'd learnt her parents hated her too. She could never go home and be a princess again. All she had left was Mala and the collar of a slave-girl. In a way she'd accepted that already, but it still hurt so much to realise she didn't even have the choice.

Penelope was sobbing like a child as she stumbled into the tent she shared with Mala. She collapsed onto the pile of furs, holding them tight against her aching chest. How had this happened? She hadn't been that awful, had she? All she'd done was throw a few tantrums. Was that really enough for her parents to abandon her? She lay there for a while, crying into the blankets.

Suddenly there was a noise from just outside the tent. Penelope sat up quickly. Who was there?

\"Mistress?\" She sniffled, frantically trying to wipe her tears away with a hand.

\"Sorry to disappoint you, Penny.\" Grace drawled, slipping into the tent. Penelope froze, staring up at her sister with huge eyes. \"Mala's otherwise occupied. I made sure of that. She won't be joining us for a little while yet.\"

\"What...are you doing here?\" The young slave-girl managed to squeak, forcing the words up her tight throat.

\"I came to see you, obviously.\" Grace lent over, looking down at her with hooded eyes. \"I told you I wanted to talk.\"

\"I don't.\" Penelope whispered.

\"I think you do, Penny.\" Grace shook her head. \"Or you will, once you hear what I have to say.\" Penelope wanted to say something, to scream at her awful sister to go away and leave her alone. Only she couldn't. She watched helplessly as Grace crouched down just in front of her, icy blue eyes moving slowly up and down her nearly-naked body. \"Listen to me, sister. This was all a mistake.\"

\"What?\" Penelope gasped.

\"Giving you to Mala. It was a mistake.\" Grace smiled at her, a kind, sympathetic smile. \"Ever since it happened, I've been thinking about you. About how hard it must have been. I shouldn't have been so hasty. There were better ways.\"

\"Better ways?\" The young slave-girl spat, scarcely able to believe what she was hearing. Grace hadn't even apologised properly! \"You....you bitch! How dare you?\"

\"So there is still some of the old Penny left.\" Grace raised an eyebrow, taking Penelope's temper in stride. \"Good. You see I'm leaving this camp tonight, and I'm going to take you with me. You'll come back to the Kingdom and be a princess again, at my side.\" The young slave-girl just stared at her sister for a few, long moments, stunned into silence. Grace wanted to take her away? To rescue her? Penelope felt her heart soar. She could sleep in her bed again, and be served by maids, and lie around all day in luxury and comfort. Wasn't that all she wanted?

\"Really?\" She whispered.

\"Of course, Penny.\" Grace replied. \"I've been trying to buy you off Mala, make this all nice and easy for everyone, but she's having none of it. We can still sneak you out tonight though. By the time the Amazons realise you're gone, it will be too late. My guards are waiting in a camp nearby and the matriarch knows she can't risk a fight with the Kingdom. She won't chase us.\"

Penelope frowned in confusion, her mind racing. She'd been so sure she wanted to stay here with Mala, but now Grace was giving her a way out. A way home. It was all so mixed up in her head. Did she want this? Her parents might hate her, but at least she'd get to see them. She'd be a princess again, but it meant leaving Mala behind. Her Amazon was all she had left, could she really bear to part with her lover like this?

\"I don't...know, Grace.\" Penelope murmured, rubbing her arm anxiously.

\"Come on, sister.\" Grace urged, reaching out to lay a warm hand against her shoulder. \"There isn't any other way. You don't have to be scared. I'll protect you, I promise.\" Penelope stared into her sister's eyes, listening to words that were meant to reassure her but somehow did anything but. Grace looked so kind and strong, like she really wanted nothing more than to help. The young slave-girl frowned slightly, knowing in her heart there was something wrong here.

Grace wasn't like this. A few weeks ago she'd have been fooled, back when she thought her younger sister was just a harmless irritation. Now she knew better. She could still remember the awful, cold delight Grace had taken in betraying her and then mocking her at dinner. If her sister really wanted to rescue her now, it was only to somehow hurt her again.

\"No.\" She whispered.

\"What was that?\" Grace stiffened, her pale lips curling into a frown of disbelief.

\"I said no.\" Penelope spat, meeting her sister's cold stare with as much strength as she could muster. \"I'm not going anywhere with you.\"

\"You stupid cunt!\" Grace sneered. \"How dare you? I want to save you!\"

\"No you don't.\" The young slave-girl shouted. \"You don't care about me at all!\" Grace froze, that moment of anger flickering away like it had never been. A shadow fell across her face, and she looked like a statue of pale ice as she stared down at Penelope.

\"I see.\" She murmured softly. \"Perhaps you're right, Penny.\" She smiled again, only this time there was nothing reassuring in that cold grin. \"I do want you back though, and I get what I want. You had best remember that.\" She rose to her feet and turned away towards the entrance of the tent. Penelope watched from the floor, stunned into silence, as her sister slipped away like a ghost.

She was panting hard, the flush of anger giving way to cold, anxious confusion. Nothing Grace had said made sense. What did her sister mean about wanting her? Something about those words made her shiver.

Well, it didn't matter now. She'd turned Grace down, turned down her one and only chance to return home. Tomorrow her sister would be gone and she'd still be Mala's slave-girl. Sighing softly, Penelope wrapped the fur blanket round her slender shoulders. Had she made the right choice? Suddenly she wasn't sure. She rocked back and forth under the furs, her mind racing.

There was a rustling just outside the tent and Penelope gasped, scared for a moment that Grace had come back. Instead, Mala ducked through the entrance, dark eyes flickering up to find her. The young slave-girl froze, staring up at her owner with large, anxious eyes.

\"Pippa.\" Mala sighed softly. \"You've been crying again?\"

\"Sorry Mistress.\" Penelope's hand darted to her cheeks, trying to rub away the tears in her eyes. She didn't want Mala to see her like this.

\"No, it's alright.\" The towering Amazon sat down in front of her. A huge hand found her cheek, callused fingers brushing over her skin. \"Come, sit here.\" Mala patted her lap. Penelope shuffled forward, sitting herself down on her owner's thighs. Her Amazon's muscled arm wrapped around her, pulling her closer. \"This was my fault.\" Mala murmured in her ear, low voice soft and regretful. \"That awful girl, I should have kept you away from her. I just got so angry, the way she kept trying to take you away from me. I wanted to show her you were mine, not hers. That's why I made you come sit with me during dinner. I shouldn't have done that to you. I shouldn't have let her say those terrible things.\" She paused, her large hand settling over Penelope's belly. \"I'm sorry, Pippa.\" The young slave-girl froze. This was the first time Mala had ever apologised to her.

\"Mistress...um...you don't have to...not to me.\" She stammered.

\"Yes I do.\" Mala sighed. \"I don't want to hurt you, Pippa. You've been so good recently. I should treat you better than this. I'm sorry.\" Penelope felt her heart flutter like a little bird inside her. She lay against her lover's chest and smiled to herself. This had been the right choice after all.

\"It's okay, Mistress.\" She whispered, leaning in to kiss her fierce Amazon on the muscled shoulder. \"I forgive you.\" She reached up with a small, trembling hand, running it up and down her lover's muscled back. Mala shivered against her as she planted a few more gentle kisses up towards the Amazon's neck. Her groping fingers found the strip of fur over her owner's boobs and she hurriedly untied it.

\"You don't have to, Pippa.\" Mala murmured hotly as she pulled away the scrap of fur and set it to one side. \"Not tonight.\"

\"I want to, Mistress.\" Penelope grabbed her lover's huge hand, rubbing those callused fingers with her own. \"I want to please you. Lie back, Mistress, let me this time.\" She laid her other hand on Mala's chest, gently pressing her lover back. Of course the towering Amazon let her, otherwise she wouldn't have a hope of moving this mountain of muscle. Soon Mala was lying down across the furs, and she was sitting straddled over her lover's muscled waist.

Penelope stared down at her Amazon's gorgeous body with a smile. Mala's hands were on her hips, but otherwise her lover made no move. The young slave-girl trembled with excitement. Mala was going to let her do what she wanted! She slipped back, rubbing her body against her Amazon's hard, muscles as much as she could. Her soft skin burned wherever they touched each other. Soon she was laying down with her head just above her owner's thighs.

She reached up and undid the fur strip across Mala's thighs. Her lover raised her hips and let her slip the garment away. Penelope licked her lips, staring down at her lover's sex. It was plump and wet, glistening with droplets of her fierce Amazon's arousal. Every time they made love Mala got like this, but it still gave her such a thrill to know she could make her owner so hungry for her.

The young slave-girl bowed her head and licked away, her agile tongue flickering over her lover's flesh. By now, she knew just how Mala liked it. Her soft hands wandered up towards her lover's sides, feeling the hard muscles bulging under that hot, olive skin. She burrowed her head in, longing to taste even more of her fierce Amazon. Mala groaned above her, and she felt her lover tense up underneath her hands. Penelope moaned softly into her owner's sex, feeling the same lingering ache between her own thighs. It always made her so hot to know she was pleasing Mala like this.

Eager to bring her lover even more pleasure, the young slave-girl thrust her tongue deeper. Her head bobbed up and down as she eagerly tasted her fierce Amazon's arousal. The familiar flavour tingled on her tongue as she covered her owner's sex with her mouth, pressing even deeper inside. Her reward was another hungry groan from Mala, one which made her whole body flush with heat.

Sensing her lover was close, she flicked her tongue as fast as she could. Mala let out a hoarse breath, her muscled thighs trembling and clenching on either side of her slave-girl's head. She grabbed at the blankets with her hands, fingers digging into the furs as she rode that little pink tongue to climax.

Penelope kept licking, much gentler now. Her tongue fluttered like a butterfly over the warm flesh of her owner's sex. She knew Mala liked to be brought down from an orgasm like this, and her lover had taught her just how to make it as good as possible. She smiled to herself, even as her tongue flickered away. She felt so warm and happy, basking in the afterglow of her lover's climax.

At last, Mala collapsed back into the furs with a satisfied sigh. Penelope paused for a moment, her tongue still peeking free of her wet lips. Then she lent down and laid a gentle kiss on top of her lover's beautiful sex. Mala moaned softly at the attention, the sound sending shivers of pleasure down the young slave-girl's spine.

Eager to get even closer to the woman she adored, Penelope started wriggling back up. Mala reached down and grabbed her by the waist. She went limp, letting herself be dragged up over her lover's body. She was lying on top of her fierce Amazon now, pressed against those hot olive muscles.

The young slave-girl trembled at the flood of feelings rushing through her young body. Her skin felt like it was on fire everywhere she touched her owner's flesh. A hot ball of swollen lust pressed against her belly. Between her legs, her sex was aching and throbbing with her heartbeat, her thighs slick with juices leaking from her drooling slit.

If she just reached down there and rubbed herself, she knew she'd come in seconds. She didn't though. Of course she wanted to, but it was up to her owner now to decide if she deserved that pleasure. Instead, she let herself relax into the soft, warm comfort she felt lying across her lover's body. Mala's hand was on her back now, rubbing gently up and down her skin. Penelope moaned with delight. Even flushed with desire, her satisfied owner making no move to quench her lusts, she could have lain like this forever.

\"I suppose that way can be nice, sometimes.\" Mala purred above her, sounding like a contented cat.

\"I like it too, Mistress.\" Penelope murmured, her soft finger tracing circles on her lover's olive skin.

\"Just don't get used to being on top of me.\" Mala growled, but with a teasing grin. Smack! Penelope squealed in delight as her owner's large hand cracked across her butt. Smack! Smack! Two more hard swats left her plump flesh jiggling and stinging, but she could only moan at the delicious feeling of her Amazon's palm punishing her tender skin. \"We both know naughty little slaves like you belong on the bottom.\"

\"Yes Mistress.\" The young slave-girl giggled, bucking her hips to present her quivering butt for more. She liked being underneath her owner too. It made her feel so hot and naughty when she was used like a toy for her fierce Amazon's pleasure. Mala reached both hands over her body, rubbing down her flanks until they'd settled over her plump butt. The young slave-girl moaned softly as her lover's fingers cupped her soft cheeks, squeezing and rubbing at the pale, quivering mounds.

\"You're mine.\" Mala breathed, hot and hungry. \"No-one else's.\" Then she craned her neck and kissed her slave-girl. Penelope melted, collapsing into her lover's body with a hot squeal. Her mouth was eased open and Mala's tongue slipped between her lips. The kiss was hungry and passionate, and she lost herself in the delicious feeling.

She squeaked in delight when Mala rose suddenly from the furs, rolling over and putting her on her back. Her little body squirmed and wriggled under the delicious weight of her lover. Mala's mouth seemed to be everywhere, raining hungry kisses on her lips and nibbling at the tender flesh of her neck. Huge strong hands wandered down up and down her body, leaving lines of hot desire on her trembling skin. One found her hungry sex, hard fingers rubbing and squeezing at the swollen, aching flesh. She moaned in delight, trembling at the white-hot sparks of pleasure crackling across her skin.

\"Oh, yes Mistress!\" She squealed, thrusting her hips up to chase the delicious touch of her owner's fingers.

\"Not so fast, naughty Pippa.\" Mala breathed. She sat up, spreading her hips wide and kneeling over Penelope's chest. The young slave-girl licked her lips, staring hungrily at the gorgeous sight of her lover's wet sex. \"You're here to please me, remember? Put that little tongue back to work. If you're very very good, maybe I'll give you what you're so desperate for. Otherwise, you're getting a long, hard spanking and being put to bed wet and hungry.\"

Penelope giggled softly at her lover's teasing. She was fine with either. An orgasm would feel just amazing right now, but she loved it when Mala was deliciously cruel to her. The fact that her owner enjoyed it too was just the icing on the cake. She craned her neck as her lover shuffled forward, lifting her head until she could reach her fierce Amazon with her tongue. Licking away, she wriggled with delight under the weight of her lover's body. This felt so good. Mala was right. This was right where she belonged.

Suddenly her Amazon stiffened up, muscles going tense. Penelope froze, her wet tongue peeking out from between her lips. The shadow of her lover above her was tense and uncertain.

\"What is it, Mistress?\" She whispered, a flicker of concern running down her spine.

\"Who's there?\" Mala snapped, turning her head to glare at the entrance to the tent.

\"I'm sorry, aunt, it's me.\" A soft, uncertain voice replied from outside.

\"What are you doing, Uli?\" Mala growled, lifting herself off Penelope. The young slave-girl squeaked in shock as the flap to the tent was pulled aside and the young teenage Amazon peeked inside. Penelope hurriedly pulled a blanket over herself, blushing red hot to the roots of her hair. Sure, this girl had watched her naked for days in a row when she'd been carrying all those rocks around, but this was different. She'd been in the middle of making love!

\"The matriarch sent me to find you.\" Uli explained, glancing with obvious curiosity between Mala and the blushing Penelope. \"I heard you were enjoying your slave-girl and didn't want to interrupt.\" Penelope scowled, tossing her hair. It was obvious to her this pervert had been listening in on them!

\"Well you did anyway.\" Mala growled in frustration, reaching over to grab her clothes. \"What does the matriarch want?\"

\"She didn't say.\" Uli replied, with an apologetic shrug. \"Only that it was very important. She wants to see you right away.\"

\"If she's still trying to get me to give up my slave-girl, I'm really going to lose my temper.\" Mala snapped. Dressed now, she turned back to Penelope. The young slave-girl squealed in shock as her owner grabbed her firmly and pulled her out from under her covering of blankets. She was dragged up against her lover's hard body, pressed into a savage kiss. Mala's hands were all over her. She tried to pull away, still conscious of Uli staring at them despite the delicious feelings coursing through her body.

\"Mistress...um, not in front of her.\" Penelope wriggled helplessly, flushed red-hot with embarrassment and lust. Her protests were silenced as she was dragged into another hot, hungry kiss. Mala broke away, nibbling at her lower lip.

\"Wherever and whenever I want it, Pippa.\" The fierce Amazon growled, sending shivers down the young slave girl's spine. \"Now wait here for me like a good girl. No touching yourself. I want you hungry for me. When I get back, you're getting a good, long spanking for this.\" With a thrust of her hand, she sent Penelope sprawling across the furs. The young slave-girl watched helplessly as her lover rose to her feet and turned to stride away.

At the entrance to the tent, Uli stepped aside to let Mala through, then lent back in to give Penelope a hungry look. The young slave-girl grabbed at her blankets and desperately covered her naked body with them. This bitch! Embarrassing her even more now! At last, the awful teenager slipped away, leaving her alone again.

She hurriedly sat up, wrapping herself in furs. Her lips curled into an annoyed pout. Stupid matriarch, stupid Uli! Interrupting Mala just when it had been getting good. She shifted underneath the furs, savouring the insistent ache between her legs.

Her hands twitched and for a few moments she wondered if she dared disobey her owner and reach down there to give herself some relief. Probably not. The way Mala had looked at her so fiercely it sounded like she was already in for a good punishment when her lover returned. No sense making things worse for herself. The thought of another hard spanking made her quiver with longing, the soft skin of her butt tingling in anticipation of her lover's cruel palm.

Penelope lay down in the furs, her legs kicking under the blankets and a smile on her face. Just a few weeks ago she'd never have imagined that a princess could enjoy being treated this way. When it was with Mala though, it gave her such a naughty thrill to be punished and denied her pleasure. Of course it was frustrating and painful, but mixed in with all that she loved the way she was giving everything to her lover. It felt so good putting herself in Mala's hands, like she'd been waiting for this her whole spoiled life.

A soft, longing sigh escaped her lips, just like one of the love-struck maidens in the romance novels she'd used to adore. She rolled round until the fur blanket was wrapped tightly round her naked body, staring eagerly at the door and waiting for her lover's return. How had she ever even thought about running away with her awful sister? She belonged right there, as Mala's slave-girl, and here was where she would stay.

\"Rich girl, you in here?\" Penelope froze, her head flicking up towards the entrance to the tent.

\"Harriet?\" She asked, a little anxious.

\"Yeah, it's me.\" Her friend ducked inside the tent, a worried frown on her face. \"You have to come with me right now, Mala needs you.\"

\"She does?\" Penelope struggled out from under the blankets. She made a grab for her skirt, left discarded where Mala had ripped it off her.

\"There's no time, you have to come.\" Harriet urged, reaching out a hand. Penelope bit her lip, blushing at her nakedness. What was going on? Was Mala in trouble? The thought made her scramble forwards and she saw her friend sigh with relief. \"Come, follow me, quick as you can.\" Harriet grabbed her by the wrist and pulled her towards the entrance to the tent.

Penelope didn't think to protest, even though her friend was being quite rough. The way Harriet was acting this had to be important. She was pulled out into the camp and from there towards the edge of the rows of tents. It was getting dark, but she saw a few torches waiting there in the gloom beyond the camp's boundaries. What was going on?

Just when she was about to open her mouth and ask Harriet, she heard a slight rustling noise from behind her. It was the only warning she had. Then a large olive-skinned hand appeared in front of her face and grabbed her by the mouth. She screamed in terror as she was yanked back into a hard body, but the palm over her lips swallowed everything.

\"Quiet, little heifer.\" A familiar voice purred in her ear, low and dangerous. \"We don't want your owner hearing any of this.\" It was Kiri! Penelope felt a flood of panic and tried to scream again, but the bully's hands ground painfully into her lips, bringing tears to her eyes.

\"You said you wouldn't hurt her!\" Harriet protested. She'd let go of Penelope's hand and was staring anxiously at Kiri. The young slave-girl stiffened up in shock. What was her friend doing? Why wasn't she helping?

\"If she's good, I won't have to.\" Kiri murmured, her other hand groping at Penelope's belly. \"Otherwise.\" She pinched the young slave-girl hard, drawing a sharp squeal of pain. Penelope was too scared to do anything but go limp in the bully's grip. \"Now, gag her.\" Kiri spat. Harriet was pale, her gaze flicking anxiously between Penelope and the bully above her. The young slave-girl stared pleadingly at her friend. Why wasn't Harriet doing anything? \"Hurry, stupid girl.\" Kiri growled. \"The matriarch wants this, remember?\"

Harriet went stiff for a moment, a look of regret passing over her pretty face. When she looked at Penelope again her gaze was narrowed and hard. The young slave-girl whimpered in protest when she saw her friend step forward, holding up a strip of leather. She tried to scream again but Kiri yanked her mouth open wide, crushing her skin painfully. In an instant the leather gag was pressed over her lips, digging into her skin. Harriet tied it tightly, and suddenly Penelope couldn't make a sound at all.

Kiri's hand dropped from her mouth. She screamed into the gag when the bully dragged both her wrists behind her, and again when a long strip of rope bound them together. No, this wasn't supposed to be happening? Where was Mala? She needed Mala to save her!

\"I'm sorry.\" Harriet murmured, her voice breaking. \"I didn't want to do this.\" Then she turned and strode away. Penelope felt her heart crack inside her. Why was her friend doing this to her? Tears filled her vision, stinging in her eyes. She was spun round by the shoulder and found herself staring up at Kiri.

\"Now, there's a sorry-looking heifer.\" The bully sneered, a wolfish smirk on her face. \"If it makes you feel better, the matriarch really had to force poor Harri to lure you out. I don't know why she bothered. You're stupid enough to trust anyone, aren't you?\" She patted the tearful slave-girl firmly on the head. Penelope moaned into the gag, taking sharp, panicked breaths into the leather.

Another long length of rope appeared in Kiri's hands and she tied it tightly to the young slave-girl's collar. Penelope choked as she was yanked forward by a tug of the bully's hand. She stumbled forward, unable to resist, and was led over towards the edge of the camp. Everything was happening too fast. She was too afraid to fight, too weak and sick with panic. Mala...she needed Mala.

\"I told you, didn't I?\" A shadow emerged from the gloom. Grace, dressed in a black jerkin and trousers, her pretty face a mask of sick triumph. \"I told you, sister, I get what I want.\" Penelope shrieked into the gag. She turned in a panic, trying to run.

\"Now she fights.\" Kiri sighed, giving the rope a vicious tug that choked off Penelope's scream. The young slave-girl was dragged back towards her captor, a large hand seizing her by the waist. \"Little thing was meek as a kitten before. She must really hate you.\" Grace bristled, giving the Amazon a vicious look.

\"Careful.\" She snapped. \"I'm doing your matriarch a favour by making this deal. I could just as easily order my knights to take her and raze this village to the ground instead.\"

\"And yet you didn't, I wonder why?\" Kiri sneered, her grip tightening on Penelope's waist. \"Perhaps you aren't as confident as you act, little princess. Perhaps you're afraid you would have ended up with a collar round that neck just like your lovely sister. Such a pretty pair of slave-girls you'd make.\"

\"Just give her to me.\" Grace glared and the bully chuckled, cold and sarcastic. Pressed against her captor's body, Penelope struggled to even understand what was happening to her through the tide of animal panic. Her heart was pounding in her temples as she gasped for each frantic breath of air through the gag.

Okay, sweet heifer.\" Kiri murmured hotly in her ear. \"Time for you to go away. A shame you weren't mine instead of Mala's. I'd have looked after you better.\"

Penelope watched in horror as the cruel Amazon held the rope out towards Grace. Instead of taking it, her sister waved a hand and the female knight from before stepped out of the shadows, her face a mask of cool obedience. If she recognised the princess she should have been serving, she gave no sign of it, taking the rope in one armoured fist and pulling it forward so that Penelope had to stumble to her.

\"Now, Penny, you're going to wish you hadn't refused my offer.\" Grace murmured coldly, glaring at the young slave-girl with icy eyes. \"You chose to stay a slave. Only now you're going to be my slave instead of some dirty Amazon's.\" Penelope felt her heart go cold and sobbed into the gag. How could Grace do this to her? Take everything away from her again? Her sister waved a hand and the knight turned to leave, pulling hard on the rope.

\"You do know Mala will come after you for this, right?\" Kiri smirked, crossing her muscled arms over her chest. Grace froze mid-turn, a flicker of doubt passing over her pretty face. The knight paused too, her free hand flickering down towards the sword hilt at her belt. Penelope tried to pull away but the woman's grip on the rope was just as strong. It felt like pulling against a brick wall.

\"Your matriarch promised me that wouldn't happen.\" Grace replied, with a waspish glance back at the sneering Amazon. \"She told me Mala wouldn't abandon her tribe because of a slave-girl.\"

\"Did she?\" Kiri chuckled. \"Then she hasn't seen what I have. She hasn't seen the way Mala looks at the girl. Such longing stares, like that plump little slut is the only thing that exists in the world.\" She clicked her teeth, lips curling into a sarcastic smile. \"What's loyalty to the tribe compared to love?\"

\"Why are you telling me this?\" Grace snapped, her eyes flashing. She looked furious, like something Kiri had said struck her to the core.

\"So you're ready for her.\" Kiri shrugged, her hands on her hips as she stared down at Grace. \"Mala's the best of us. I hate her guts and I'll admit that. When she comes for you, she'll carve through your men like they're made of paper. Of course, if you do somehow manage to kill her, then I get to be the next matriarch instead of her. That's why I'm warning you, so you can get rid of her for me. My own sister. Family's a funny thing, isn't it? Though I suppose I don't have to tell you that!\"

Grace scoffed loudly over the cruel Amazon's mocking laughter. She waved a hand and the knight strode away, dragging the panicking Penelope after her. The young slave-girl was breathing so hard through the gag she felt like she was about to pass out. What was happening? She didn't understand. The matriarch had arranged this...with Grace? Arranged for her to be taken away from Mala and given to her sister instead? Why though? She knew the old Amazon didn't like her but how could she do something so cruel?

The young slave-girl felt numb with panic. Her heart was pounding so fast she could hardly even think. Where was Mala? She needed her fierce Amazon, more than she ever had. She screamed her lover's name into the gag, but all that emerged through the leather was a strangled whining. Where was Grace taking her? To be a slave? She wasn't Grace's slave-girl, she was Mala's! Slavery wasn't even allowed back in the Kingdom!

The silent knight dragged her to a row of fires burning in the darkness. There was another camp here, the tents rough and haphazard compared to the well-organised Amazon village. She could just make out the shapes of armoured men sitting in the gloom, chatting to each other in low voices. Her Father's guards! Penelope felt her panic swell at the sight. What if one of them saw her like this, naked and bound?

\"Put her in the box before anyone sees her.\" Grace ordered sharply. \"I'll muster the men to move out. If what that Amazon bitch says is true we can't afford to stay here one moment longer.\"

\"Yes Milady.\" The knight saluted, slamming her fist into her armoured chest. She yanked the rope hard, pulling Penelope away from the camp. Ahead of her there was a covered wagon waiting in the gloom, with two sleepy-looking horses yoked to it. Feeling a surge of animal terror, the young slave-girl tried one last time to escape. She turned and started to sprint away, but a savage pull on the rope round her neck made her collar strangle her. While she was still choking, the knight dragged her close, and a cold, armoured hand grabbed her by the shoulder. Penelope was pulled round to the back of the wagon. \"Get in.\" The knight growled. \"Or I knock you out and put you in.\"

The young slave-girl whimpered into the gag. She didn't have a choice. This terrible woman had already shown perfect willingness to hurt her. With her hands still bound behind her Penelope had to awkwardly lift her leg up over the end of the wagon and climb inside. The knight clambered up after her and pulled her over to a large chest sitting to one side. The lid hung open to reveal a dull wooden interior, empty apart from a single cushion at one end.

Penelope stared down with wide eyes. She was still staring when a hand pushed hard on her back, sending her stumbling forward into the side of the chest. Without hands to catch her, she hit her knees hard on the wood and fell forward. The knight caught her by the waist, but rather than setting her down on her feet just lowered her trembling body over the side of the chest. Penelope shrieked into the gag as she realised her cruel captor was about to lock her in this wooden box. She twisted her head to stare at the knight, her eyes huge and pleading.

The woman didn't even look at her, forcing her over into the box before she could even think of struggling away. The young slave-girl had one last glimpse of that cold, pale face and then the lid of the chest slammed shut on top of her, plunging her into darkness. She heard the click of a key turning in a lock and knew she was trapped.

For a long time, she just screamed, until her throat was hoarse and her wrists were rubbed raw from pulling against the ropes. When it was too painful to use her voice anymore she kicked at the box, pressing her bare feet against the roof and trying to force it back open with all her strength. It didn't budge. At last, she was too exhausted to even try and collapsed back against the wooden floor with a hoarse sob. Hot, painful tears dribbled down her cheeks, soaking into the bitter leather of the gag.

How could this have happened to her? Just when she'd finally been happy, just when she'd started to care for Mala the way she'd never cared for anyone in her life, her sister took everything from her again. This had to be some sick joke or a nightmare. She screwed her eyes tightly shut, even though it made no difference in the darkness of the box.

Lying there quiet now apart from a few despairing sobs, she realised she could hear the wagon moving underneath her. The noise made her even more miserable. Grace was taking her away, away from Mala. It made her feel so desperate and lonely, it made her heart so sore she could hardly breath. Her struggles exhausted, she had to lie there on the uncomfortable wood, lost in her misery.

The only comfort she had was Kiri's promise that Mala would come rescue her. She lay there, dreaming of the moment her lover would throw open the lid of this awful chest and gather her up in those strong arms, but it never came. At long last, she was so tired she lay against the pillow and curled up into a little ball. Rocking and sobbing, she listened to the awful noise of the wagon carrying her away.

She flinched as the lid of the chest suddenly swung open. For a moment she thought she was about to be rescued. Then the sneering face of that awful knight appeared above her and she felt a cold pit of panic clutch at her belly. The woman lent down into the chest and grabbed her by the shoulder, yanking her painfully up into a sitting position.

\"I'm taking off the gag now.\" The knight sneered. \"Scream and I'll hurt you, bad.\" Penelope felt sick at the cold look in this woman's eyes. She had no doubt this was a very real threat. When the knight reached behind her head and took off the awful strip of leather she didn't even dare open her mouth. \"Drink this.\" The knight held up a leather gourd in one armoured hand. \"Milady wants you watered.\"

Penelope stared at it for a moment. She didn't want anything from Grace or this awful woman but she was very thirsty. In the end, she opened her lips and let the knight pour some water onto her tongue. It had a strange, bitter aftertaste, but she was too thirsty to worry about it and swallowed it all down anyway.

\"How can you do this?\" She whispered as the knight pulled the empty gourd away. \"You're a knight. You know who I am, don't you?\"

\"Of course, princess, but I am sworn to your sister's service.\" The knight sneered. \"She should be the rightful heir to this Kingdom, not a worthless brat like you. Were it up to me, you'd be buried in a shallow grave somewhere, but Milady wants you back and I must obey.\" She was staring expectantly at Penelope as she spoke. Suddenly the young slave-girl realised something was wrong. Her head felt heavy and fuzzy, and she could barely keep her eyes open. She almost fell over before the knight reached out and steadied her. The water! There had been something in the water!

\"What did you do to me?\" She gasped. Even her voice was sounding strange, slurred and mumbling, like she was about to fall asleep.

\"A drug, princess.\" The woman explained, waving the gourd in front of her face. \"You'll sleep for a while, until we arrive at Milady's mansion. Just to be sure you don't spoil things by making a fuss and alerting someone what's in this little box. Milady doesn't want anyone to know about you, at least not until we've taught you your proper place.\"

There was something sick in the knight's eyes as she spoke those terrible words, a cold, awful cruelty which made Penelope's heart twist inside her. The young slave-girl tried to scream, but her voice didn't even work anymore. She slumped forward, and the woman carefully lowered her back into the chest. By the time her head landed on the hard wood she was already half-asleep. She couldn't fight, couldn't do anything. Everything faded into inky darkness as the lid of the chest slammed shut above her. The last thought she had was of Mala, before she slipped away into black unconsciousness.

When she woke, she found herself lying on soft, satin sheets. Around her was a luxurious bedroom draped in pink cloth. She was still groggy, her head pounding and every thought wrapped in cotton wool. Was she back home in the palace? A confused frown flickered across her face. That didn't seem right. What about Mala and the Amazons? Had everything been a dream?

\"Awake at last, sister.\" Her head snapped to one side. Grace was sitting on a chair, her long legs folded over one another. She was almost naked, wearing only a thin black shift cut high up her creamy thighs. It was so sheer her pink nipples were visible through the silk. \"Don't scream.\" She snapped, just as Penelope's mouth opened to do just that. The young slave-girl froze, terrified at the cold look in her sister's icy eyes. \"Good girl.\" Grace nodded, a smile of sick satisfaction flickering over her face. She paused a moment, her gaze drifting over Penelope's body.

The young slave-girl shivered, realising suddenly that she was still naked. She moved to cover herself, only to find her hands had been tied to the posts of the bed with soft silk ribbons. Her legs too, at the ankles. Penelope gasped in shock, finding no give in the cruel knots. Her neck was bare too, without the familiar tightness of Mala's leather collar against her skin.

This was too much. Her panicked gaze flickered back to Grace, still staring at her naked body. Why was her own sister looking at her like this? And dressed in something so scandalous too? Nothing made any sense, and that only made her even more afraid.

\"Grace.\" She croaked, her voice weak and trembling. \"Grace, let me go!\"

\"No.\" Her sister cocked her head. \"I like the symbolism of having you tied to my bed. Besides, you're not going to enjoy what comes next, and I don't want you trying to run away or anything. It would spoil the show.\" Her smile widened, baring perfect white teeth.

\"What show?\" Penelope snapped, finding a spark of anger from somewhere deep inside her.

\"This is Phoebe.\" Grace waved a hand, and the knight from before stepped forward round the chair. She had shed her armour, and now wore only a thin white dress with a high collar. \"She's one of Father's most promising knights, but she has a dirty little secret, don't you Fifi?\" The knight winced slightly.

\"Yes Milady.\" She replied, her high voice trembling slightly.

\"Why don't you tell my sister what your naughty secret is?\" Grace smirked. The knight went stiff, her pale cheeks flushing scarlet. Penelope felt a brief flicker of sympathy towards the woman, before she remembered what this bitch had done to her. \"Come on, Fifi. Don't start being a bad girl now.\" Grace pouted, but there was a hint of something dark and cold in her icy eyes. The knight saw it too, judging by how she swallowed nervously.

\"I stole...Milady's underclothes.\" Phoebe stammered, like every word had been forced up her throat.

\"What did you do with them, little Fifi?\" Grace pressed, leaning forward on the chair. Her eyes sparkled with cruel anticipation. She was enjoying this, Penelope realised with a start. She was enjoying torturing this woman.

\"I smell them, and I touch myself.\" Phoebe spat, like a curse. She turned her head and gave Penelope a furious glare, like this was the young slave-girl's fault.

\"You see, poor Phoebe here is in love with me.\" Grace smiled, an innocent, cherubic smile that lit up her whole face. Only her cold eyes gave the lie to it. \"Unfortunately for her, I don't like other people that way. After I caught her sniffing away, we were able to come to a certain arrangement, where I give her little trinkets, panties, shifts and other things, and don't tell anyone what she does with them. In return she does everything I say. Isn't that right, Fifi?\"

\"Yes, Milady.\" The knight nodded stiffly.

\"Lately though, I've been worried I'm not doing enough for her.\" Grace shook her head, her haunting gaze flickering back to the terrified Penelope. \"She's such a good girl, helping me get my dear sister back, getting rid of anyone who annoys me, but I just can't bring myself to be with her the way she wants. Then it hit me. You can do it for me, sister.\" She lent forward on her chair, and suddenly any hint of feigned innocence flickered away like it had never been. The look on her face was so awful it froze Penelope's blood in her veins. \"You are going to lick Fifi's cunt, the same way you did for that Amazon whore I gave you to.\"

\"No!\" Penelope screamed. She pulled at the ropes tying her down, fighting them with all her strength. Her panic made her like a wild animal, thrashing in a trap.

\"Oh dear, Fifi, I don't think she likes you very much.\" Grace sneered. Her eyes were lit up as she watched Penelope struggle, like she was enjoying every minute of her own sister's distress. \"Okay, Penny, you don't have to if you don't want to, but poor Phoebe does need some reward for all her hard work. Go on Fifi. Tell my sister what else you like, aside from sniffing my panties.\"

\"Yes Milady.\" Phoebe glared down at Penelope, and this time there was no hesitation in her voice. \"I like hurting women.\"

\"She's rather sick, isn't she?.\" Grace giggled, then her face went hard. \"So, you have a choice, dear sister. You can be a good girl and lick Fifi's cunt like I asked you to. Or she's going to hurt you until she's satisfied, which is going to take much longer and be much more painful. An easy choice, I think, but I'll let you decide anyway.\" She rested her head on her palm, staring at Penelope with a sickly sweet smile.

The young slave-girl was panting hard, her head spinning so fast she could hardly understand what was happening. What the hell was her sister doing? This was sick, perverted, wrong. To have your own sister raped in front of you? Who could do such an awful thing? She stared at Grace, pleading with her frantic gaze for this to stop. All she got back was the same awful grin, like a wolf smiling at a trapped fawn.

Then she understood. Grace was saying all this to hurt her. That was all, the only reason. Her sister just wanted her to feel scared. Well, that wasn't going to happen. She wasn't the same soft princess she'd once been. Mala had shown her how to be strong. So long as she knew her lover was coming to find her, she could endure anything her awful sister did.

\"Let me go, Grace.\" Penelope snapped, glaring at her sister with all the strength she could muster. \"I'm not playing your sick games.\"

\"How disappointing.\" Grace tutted. \"Fifi, cane her tits for me.\" Penelope froze, stunned by the casual way her sister spoke those awful words. The knight didn't even hesitate, striding to one side of the room to pick up a long, wicked cane. She had a thin smile on her face as she strode towards the bed, raising the cane high.

Penelope screamed before she was even struck, pulling so hard on the ropes her shoulders ached. This couldn't be happening! This had to be some awful dream! Any moment now she was going to wake up in Mala's arms and be safe again. She was still shrieking when Phoebe brought the cane down with a flick of her wrist. Thwack! A single stroke across the top of her boobs drove all the breath from her lungs. Her scream died in a strangled gasp, her shocked gaze finding Phoebe's cold, pitiless face. Then the pain came, a white-hot line of fire scorching her tender flesh.

Thwack! Thwack! The cane bit twice more. Penelope howled like a wounded animal. This hurt so much more than anything Mala had ever done to her. A distant part of her realised that her Amazon must have been holding back, even in the beginning when she'd been so rude and naughty. She felt a strange warmth even through the agony of her welted chest. Just the thought of her lover's kindness was a comfort. Thwack!

She screamed as the cane found her tender nipples. The pain was too much. It felt like Phoebe had pressed a white-hot brand against those pink nubs. Her mouth hung open in a wordless plea as she stared at her torturer. Phoebe just smiled back and raised the cane again. Thwack! The knight had her dress rolled up to above her thighs and a hand between her legs, fingers working away. Thwack! Thwack! Penelope tried to scream again, but all that emerged from her throat was a strangled whine. She thrashed up, her whole body bucking off the bed, but her bonds yanked her back.

\"Better stop there, Fifi.\" Grace's voice seemed to come from very far away. \"We don't want to break her just yet. You may have your reward now.\" Penelope was crying so hard she could hardly hear her sister's voice. The welts across her boobs had merged together into one long band of agony that covered every inch of tender flesh. She shuddered in her bonds, biting down on another frantic scream.

\"I can't, Milady. Not unless I hurt her more.\" Phoebe panted, sounding hot and desperate. \"Or I need you....your...things.\"

\"Ah, of course.\" Grace rose from the chair, her legs unfolding. She reached behind her to a cupboard and plucked out a pair of white silk panties. \"I wore these on the ride here. I trust they'll be sufficient.\" The cruel knight made a low hungry sound, her eyes fixed on the scrap of cloth. The cane dropped from her fingers.

\"Yes, yes of course Milady.\" She nodded frantically. Grace tossed the panties in the air and Phoebe made a mad grab for them, sweeping up the scrap of silk and pressing it to her face. Her fingers were a blur between her legs, the heel of her hand slamming hard into her dripping sex. After just a few seconds, the knight screamed out, collapsing to the floor at the foot of the bed. She shivered in ecstasy, rubbing the panties over her face.

Penelope watched all this through a mist of tears, shivering and whimpering like a whipped dog. Were it not for the very real agony searing through the flesh of her boobs she would have been convinced this was some crazy nightmare. It was too insane to be real. Her own sister torturing her, a perverted knight who got off on sniffing panties and beating women. How could any of this be real?

\"Fifi, leave us.\" Grace waved a hand, staring down at the quivering knight with a sneer. \"Wait outside.\"

\"Yes Milady, thank you Milady.\" The knight scrambled to her feet, legs shaking so much she could hardly stand straight. She paused, giving the white panties in her hand a longing stare.

\"Keep them, my gift to you.\" Grace smiled, but her voice dripped with sarcasm. If Phoebe noticed the mockery, she gave no sign, scurrying for the door while clutching the scrap of silk to her chest like it was the most priceless treasure she possessed. Penelope slumped back against the bed as her torturer disappeared, tears dribbling down her cheeks. She didn't even dare look down at her chest, at the red, ugly welts the cane must have left across the soft skin of her boobs. \"Alone at last, Penny.\" Her head flickered to one side at Grace's low drawl.

She bit down on another hoarse scream when her sister stepped up to the side of the bed, terrified for a moment that she was about to get hit again. Grace sat down just beside her, smoothing down her thin shift over her pale hips. She gazed down at Penelope, her face unreadable. The young slave-girl shivered as her sister's cool gaze lingered over her naked body for what felt like far too long.

\"Please, let me go.\" She whispered, pulling on her bonds. \"Just let me go.\"

\"Why would I do that?\" Grace shook her head, her lips curling into a small smile. She reached out a hand and grabbed Penelope by the wrist, her soft fingers tracing over the young slave-girl's skin. \"I'm trying to teach you something, Penny dear, do try to keep up.\" She giggled softly, her hand moving slowly up Penelope's arm. The young slave-girl stared up at her sister with wide, terrified eyes. \"You're my slave now, that means you're supposed to obey me.\" Grace continued, a strange, haunting breathlessness in her voice. \"Even when I order you to lick Fifi, you're suppose to obey me, or you get punished.\"

Penelope froze. Her stomach heaved, and for a moment she was sure she was going to vomit. The hunger in her sister's voice. Grace had wanted to see that, wanted to see her get raped by that awful knight. Why though? Why would anyone want to watch their own sister that way?

\"I can't, Grace, not that.\" She shook her head frantically. \"Please...not that.\"

\"I know Fifi's vile, but that's exactly why it was the first order I gave you.\" Grace purred, like she hadn't even heard. \"I wanted to see how much training you needed, if that awful Amazon had broken you properly. It's clear she hasn't, so now it's my turn.\" A single finger traced over Penelope's collar-bone. The young slave-girl winced as it moved down to her chest, tracing one of the angry welts across her boobs. Grace was being so light it was only a little painful, but far worse was the violation of knowing she couldn't do anything to stop it. \"From now on, Penny, you do as I say, everything I say, or I'll have Fifi hurt you again, okay?\"

Penelope lay against the bed. None of this made any sense and her chest was so sore and she was so scared. She didn't know what to do.

\"Yes.\" She nodded helplessly, tears in her eyes.

\"Good.\" Grace hand settled on her forehead, brushing away some loose strands of hair. \"Then I don't have to be so hard on you. We're still sisters. I don't want to hurt you too much, Penny, I just need you to understand your place.\" Penelope felt like vomiting. Her sister's silky caresses made her skin crawl and the words were worse. How had this happened? She didn't understand.

\"Why Grace?\" She asked softly. \"Why are you doing this?\"

\"Because I can, sister.\" Grace smiled down at her. \"Because I've wanted this for a very long time. I just didn't have the courage for it.\" She patted Penelope gently on the head. The young slave-girl just sobbed, tears streaming down her cheeks. \"There there, it's a lot for a silly girl like you to take, I know.\" Grace sighed, her voice soft and sickly-sweet. \"Why don't I untie these awful bonds so you can sit up and listen to me properly?\"

Penelope froze. Was this her chance? She had no idea where she even was right now, but if she could get away from her sister at least she wouldn't have to listen to these awful things anymore. Maybe there were guards around who'd recognise her. She struggled to stay still as Grace reached up and untied her hands from the bedposts, then her ankles.

As soon as they were free she flung herself up from the bed. Grace flinched back, shock flickering across her face. Penelope jumped past her awful sister and ran for the door. Grace screamed something at her, but she didn't even hear, her panicked heartbeat pounding in her temples. She was naked, her chest so sore she could hardly stand it, but none of that mattered. Nothing mattered but getting away from her insane sister.

She had just reached the door when something slammed into her belly, driving the air from her lungs. The young slave-girl collapsed in a heap, clutching at her stomach. She was gasping and panting, struggling to even take a breath. Her tear-filled gaze flickered up. Phoebe was standing there, fist outstretched.

\"And there I thought we'd made some progress.\" Grace lent over her with a sneer, blue eyes like shards of ice. \"Silly me. You were never one to do the smart thing were you? Fifi be a dear and lift her up. It seems like my sister needs more punishment.\"

The next few hours were a blur of pain. This innocent-looking bedroom hid a torture chamber under pink silk drapes. A chest in the corner was filled with paddles, canes and whips, all of which Phoebe used on her flesh with cruel vigour. She tried to fight at first, but the knight was far too strong. Soon her hands and ankles were cuffed with leather straps, bound to ropes and chains her torturer used to make her helpless.

Now Penelope hung by her wrists from a chain tied to the beams of the ceiling. She was slumped with exhaustion, too tired to even scream. Her whole body hurt, not an inch of skin left untouched by some torment. Phoebe was circling round her like a stalking predator, a long, cruel whip dangling from her hand. The young slave-girl had felt it's bite on her belly, thighs and butt already, leaving lines of hot-fire everywhere it landed. She'd screamed, begged, pleaded, none of it made a difference.

\"Hit her on the cunt.\" Grace purred, her voice low and husky. She sat draped over her chair, watching all this like a queen at court. \"I want to hear her scream again.\" Penelope raised her tear-filled gaze, staring at her sister. Grace was flushed and breathing hard, her long legs rubbing over each other. The young slave-girl felt a surge of bitter hatred. Thwack! The whip curled up between her legs, catching her on the inner thigh. She bit down hard on the scream rising up her throat, refusing to give her sister the satisfaction.

Thwack! The cruel whip found her sex this time and she tasted blood. White-hot agony seared up her body, and she swayed in her bonds, shadows dancing on the edges of her vision. She managed not to scream though. She felt some small pride in that.

\"Milady, she'll faint if we keep this up.\" Phoebe commented from behind her. \"Should I continue?\"

\"No stop.\" Grace's hand was on her thigh, her pale fingers tracing circles on her own skin. Under the thin black shift, her small boobs were heaving with her panting breaths, her nipples so hard they peeked through the fabric. \"I think she's learnt her lesson.\" Penelope flinched as her cruel sister rose from the chair, striding over to her with a cold smile. \"Have you, Penny? Are you going to do as I say from now on?\" The young slave-girl sobbed wetly, tears dripping down onto her tortured chest. She couldn't even answer. She was too scared, in too much pain. \"Come on, sister.\" Grace lent in, a hint of frustration in the set of her jaw. \"I saw you with that bitch of an Amazon, remember? You were so obedient to her, such a good girl. The way you called her Mistress. Can't you do the same for me?\"

Something in those words made Penelope stir in her bonds. Mala...she wanted Mala so badly it made her chest ache worse than a hundred lashes of that awful whip. Only her lover wasn't here to save her, not yet anyway. She had to be strong until her fierce Amazon came back for her and took her in those muscled arms again.

Grace might want her for a slave-girl, but she didn't belong to her sister. She belonged to Mala. Her jaw tightened, and she lifted her head, gazing at her sister's face with all the strength she could muster. Penelope stared those icy-blue eyes, searching for a hint of mercy or kindness. There was none. It didn't matter if she submitted or fought, Grace was going to hurt her anyway. Penelope felt a surge of bitter hatred so strong it made her shudder, and decided to say the one thing she suddenly knew would piss her sister off the most.

\"No, I can't.\" She spat, her voice hoarse but growing stronger with every word. \"Mala's my Mistress, not you.\" Grace went very stiff, the blood draining from her face. She started shaking with rage, and Penelope wondered if this had been a good idea after all.

\"What the fuck?\" Grace screamed at her, slapping her hard across the face with every word. \"You're supposed to be mine! What did that bitch do to you?\" Penelope tasted blood, her lip was bleeding and her head was spinning so much it was hard to even focus. Still, she managed to raise her head and look her furious sister in the eye.

\"She's kind to me.\" The young slave-girl breathed, the words coming from deep inside her aching heart. \"She treats me like no-one ever has, like I'm important to her, me. Not just as a princess, but as a girl.\" Her sister's hand flickered up and Penelope tensed, expecting another slap. Instead Grace paused, her hand hovering in the air. A shadow passed over her face, and her lips slowly curled into a dismissive sneer.

\"This isn't over.\" She murmured, her voice trembling. \"This puppy-love or whatever you feel for that bitch, it doesn't matter. I will break you, sister. You will be mine.\"

\"Don't count on it, sister.\" Penelope replied, the thought of her lover giving her strength she didn't know she had. Grace flinched back.

\"Put her in her cage, Phoebe.\" She snapped, giving the knight a withering stare over Penelope's shoulder. \"We'll see if a long, cold night will teach my sister some respect for her betters.\"

Penelope moaned softly as she felt the chain above her loosen. She collapsed in a heap on the floor when it went slack. Even the soft carpet burned against her welted skin. She squealed in pain as a vicious hand grabbed her by the hair and dragged her across the room. Grace glared down at her the whole time, until Phoebe yanked her round a corner and into another room.

It was dark and cold, the floors polished stone that ached on her tender knees. A flickering torch cast long shadows over a row of metal cages set up against the far wall, small and cramped, like those a dog would use. Penelope felt her heart go cold in her chest. This was a dungeon. Grace had a torture chamber right next to her own room. How sick was her sister?

\"Your new home, princess.\" Phoebe sneered, giving her hair a vicious tug. \"We're going to have so much fun together here. Just like the other girls Milady lets me play with. She likes to watch, and I'm going to make sure she enjoys you too.\"

Penelope was yanked over the cages and thrust towards an open one. She tried to fight, but she was so weak after the long whipping she'd just taken. Phoebe just grabbed her round the waist and forced her bodily inside the small cage. The door slammed shut behind her, catching her on her toes. There was the clicking sound of a key turning in a lock and when she pressed her feet against the bars she felt no give in them. She squirmed forward, struggling to fit her body in the tiny space. There was just enough room, and even then she had to stay bent over double to stop the roof of the cage digging into her back.

It was desperately uncomfortable, but she managed to wriggle round by pressing herself against the bars. Phoebe was standing over the cage, staring down at her with a sick smile and spinning a key ring on her finger. The young slave-girl felt her stomach turn. How could someone be so depraved?

\"Get in here, Fifi!\" Grace screeched from the other room. Penelope flinched as the cruel knight turned and strode hurriedly away. That had sounded just like her in the middle of one of her tantrums. She lay against the bottom of the cage, wondering how she could ever have misjudged her sister so. Grace was insane, sadistic, and apparently obsessed with her, and she'd never even realised. Not even after her sister had betrayed her that first time had she understood just how dangerous Grace was.

Her body hurting, exhausted by her frantic struggles, she curled up into a little ball inside the cage. This was so much worse than just a kidnapping. She still didn't entirely understand what Grace wanted from her, but the hints were there, and even they made her stomach turn in disgust. Phoebe too, the knight was threatening in another way, too strong to fight and cruel in ways that she'd never thought a woman could be. Between the two of them, Penelope knew she was in very real danger here, but she couldn't see a way out.

Mala was her only hope. She knew her lover wouldn't abandon her. Her fierce Amazon was strong enough to crush that awful Phoebe and save her. All she had to do was wait, but just the thought of any more time in this awful place brought tears to her eyes. She had to be stronger. Mala was coming. She just had to be strong until then.

Even with the agony of her welted skin, she was so tired now that she found herself slipping away into a troubled sleep. Her lashes fluttered closed, and she dreamed of her lover breaking through these bars and lifting her aching body up into those strong, muscled arms. Soon. Mala was coming soon.

\"Wake up, slut!\" Penelope started awake, jumping up so quickly she slammed her head against the steel bars. Phoebe was standing over the cage, a cold sneer on her face. The young slave-girl watched fearfully as her torturer unlocked the door to the cage. \"Out.\" The cruel knight ordered. Penelope thought about resisting for a moment, but eventually crawled forward and out of the cage. Her muscles ached and her back was so stiff she whimpered in pain when she tried to stand upright. \"None of that, princess.\" Phoebe snapped, forcing her back to the floor with a hard push. \"Milady wants you on the ground where you belong. Stupid bitch!\"

She kicked out, catching Penelope in the side with her foot. The young slave-girl gasped in pain. She knew Phoebe could hit much harder but just the casual way the knight struck her was unsettling. It was like this awful woman didn't even think of her as a person.

\"Good morning, Penny.\" Grace was standing at the centre of the room, her arms folded over one another and a cold smile on her face. She was wearing a flowing black dress and a silver tiara studded with sapphires settled in her honey-blonde hair. Penelope gasped, that crown had been one of hers! Had her sister stolen it? \"Dare I hope that a night in the cage has changed your mind? Will you promise to obey me now?\" Grace lent over slightly, eyes shining with sick anticipation. Penelope shuddered. Part of her wanted to just avoid another beating, but she knew in her heart that even making that promise wouldn't stop Grace hurting her. Her sister took pleasure from her pain for its own sake.

\"No.\" She raised her head, glaring up at her sister with as much strength as she could manage.

\"I see.\" Grace's lips curled into a slight frown, but there was none of the vicious anger she'd displayed yesterday. \"I knew you were stupid, sister, but not this much. I thought for sure you'd realise your position and submit to me as your new Mistress. Instead you fight me, like a stubborn animal. Very well. If that is how you wish to behave, then I will oblige you.\" She waved a hand and Phoebe stepped forward. The knight was holding a some kind of leather tool in her hands, with straps dangling from either side. It looked like a bit, like one used for controlling horses.

\"Don't...!\" Penelope managed to squeal before her jaw was forced upon and the bit thrust between her lips. Her cheeks ached. The bit was polished, smooth leather and tasted horrible on her tongue. Before she could even think of spitting it out, Phoebe tied the straps behind her head. She couldn't even moan around the awful thing.

\"Your not my sister anymore, Penny, not until you convince me you deserve it.\" Grace continued, eyes shining with excitement. \"You're going to be my pet instead. I've been thinking long and hard about what kind of animal I want and I've decided you'll make a perfect little piggy. Show her Fifi.\" The knight grabbed something from a table against the wall and then rounded on the shivering slave-girl. Trembling with fear, Penelope tried to get back on her feet but Phoebe grabbed her by the hair and dragged her down.

\"Stay down there, piggy.\" The knight sneered, brandishing a length of rope. Penelope screamed into the gag as the knight roughly tied her legs to her thighs, leaving them both bent up against her hips. She was resting her weight on her knees now and no matter how much she wriggled there was no way to get back on her feet. Her arms were next, wrenched up and bound so that her hands were forced against her shoulders. She was left like an animal on all fours, the stone floor digging painfully into her elbows and knees. Her large boobs dangled down underneath her, the nipples hard and aching in the cold.

Phoebe still had one more torment for her. Her hair was yanked up and tied into a tight ponytail that pulled at her scalp. Then the awful knight drew out a small hook, only it had two dull prongs instead of one sharp one. The young slave-girl only had time to stare in horror at the thing before Phoebe shoved it in her nose and tied a thin string to one end. That was pulled tightly up over her head and joined to the one tying her hair. Penelope moaned into the gag as the awful hook pulled her nose up, yanking at her tender flesh. She had no idea what was going on. How could anyone even do these awful things?

\"Perfect, just perfect.\" Grace shivered, her thighs rubbing together under the dress. \"Look at that little piggy nose, just darling!\" She clapped her hands, her girlish delight even more terrifying than her anger. \"Why don't you snort for me, piglet?\" Penelope felt her cheeks flush red-hot despite her terror. She shook her head frantically.

\"Do as Milady says, piggy.\" Phoebe snapped, wrenching her head up by the hair. Penelope squealed in pain, feeling like her roots were being ripped from her scalp.

\"She's too dumb to understand.\" Grace shook her head, her face alight. \"There's only one way to teach an animal like her to behave.\"

\"Yes Milady.\" The awful knight grinned like a wolf. She dropped Penelope back in the dirt and turned back to the table. When she rounded on the helpless slave-girl her smile was even crueller and she had a wicked black crop in her hand. Penelope tried to shrink back, but she could hardly move with her arms and legs tied like this.

Whap! Phoebe strode up to her and brought the crop down hard on her back. She squealed into the gag as the wicked leather landed on skin already stinging from all she'd suffered yesterday. Whap! Whap! Two more across her butt, leaving strips of white-hot pain on her tender flesh. Whap! Whap! The pain was too much. She was sobbing like a child, tears streaming down her cheeks.

\"Snort for me, piggy, and I'll make mean Fifi stop.\" Grace glared down at her. Whap! Penelope screamed as the crop hit one of the more vicious welts across her back. She collapsed on her side, unable to support herself on her aching knees for one second longer. Whap! Phoebe struck her on the side, so hard she felt the crop dig into her skin. She howled with pain into the bit in her mouth, thrashing like an animal. She couldn't take this anymore!

\"Snnnrrrt!\" Penelope forced air through her nose. The sound made her shudder in shame, like the weak little snuffling of a pig in pain.

\"Again piggy!\" Grace snapped, stamping her feet. \"Louder!\" Penelope blushed hot even through her terror and misery. She turned her head to glance pleadingly at her sister, already knowing she'd find no kindness there. Whap! Another burning slash of the crop across her back was her only reward.

\"Snrrrrrt!\" She snorted as loudly as she could. It felt awful, her stomach heaving with embarrassment and terror. She was humiliating herself for her sister's sick pleasure, but the pain of the crop had been too much. She didn't think she could take another stroke. Hadn't she promised herself she'd be strong and fight?

\"Good piggy.\" Grace was all smiles again. She stepped up to the shivering slave-girl, knelt down and patted Penelope gently on the cheek. \"From now on, that's the only noise little piggies are allowed to make. If you need something, just snort at me or Fifi and we'll figure out what it is.\" Penelope scowled viciously around the gag. Fat chance! She'd done it just to make the pain of her beating stop, but she wasn't about to start begging these two bitches for anything. \"Now, unfortunately I can't stay any longer.\" Grace rose to her feet, staring down at the shivering slave-girl with vicious triumph. \"I'd love to watch more of my new piggy embarrassing herself but duty calls. One of us is still a princess after all.\"

Penelope screamed into the gag, feeling a surge of bitter hatred towards her sister so vicious she could hardly stand it. Grace had forced her into this! It was her sister's fault she wasn't a princess anymore and now the bitch was mocking her for it! If her feet were free she'd have kicked Grace right in the face!

\"That means you get to play with me instead, piggy.\" Phoebe sneered. \"Milady wants me to train you up to be a proper little pet.\"

\"Remember Fifi, don't get too rough this time.\" Grace scowled at the knight, waving a finger. \"This isn't some worthless peasant slut no-one will miss. This is my precious piggy. If you damage her in any way I'll have you executed in the most painful way I can devise.\" Cowering on the floor, the young slave-girl shivered at her sister's awful words. As much as she hated Phoebe, it was still disturbing to see Grace act so vile towards a woman who clearly adored her.

\"Of course, Milady.\" Phoebe bowed low, but her vicious eyes narrowed slightly, staying fixed on the helpless Penelope.

\"Be good now, piggy. I'll see you tonight!\" With those last humiliating words, Grace turned on her heels and strode for the door. Penelope watched her sister leave with a cold shiver running up her spine. Grace was awful, insane and cruel in a way she'd never imagined anyone could be. Yet

being left alone with the vicious Phoebe made her so much more afraid.

\"Now piggy.\" The vicious knight whipped the crop through the air. \"I'm going to teach you just how Milady expects you to behave.\" She smiled thinly, baring teeth. The young slave-girl shivered on the floor. She knew her misery was only just beginning.

The hours of training that followed were the worst and most painful experience of young Penelope's life. First Phoebe wanted to teach her how to crawl with her legs and arms both trussed up like this. Driven by vicious bites of the crop on her already welted skin, the young slave-girl awkwardly clambered from one side of the room to the other. With the gag in her mouth, she couldn't even scream properly when the knight hit her. It was exhausting trying to move like this, and soon she was drenched in a sheen of cold sweat. Her knees and elbows ached, and she was covered in vicious pink welts where the crop had bitten her.

The gag only came out briefly, when Phoebe laid out a bowl of water and a plate of mushed up table scraps, the kind of food a pig would eat. Penelope knew what her sister and this bitch knight were doing. They were trying to exhaust and humiliate her, break her down until she was willing to do everything Grace said. Knowing didn't make it any easier to bear. She had never felt lower than when Phoebe pressed her face into the disgusting mush and forced her to lick it up. As soon as she was done, the gag was shoved back between her teeth.

Then it was back to more training. Phoebe was tireless, her strokes of the crop never a hair less vicious or painful. She seemed to know exactly where to strike to exact the most agony. Penelope was hit on her tender inner thighs, on the skin below her butt and across her sensitive sex more times than she could count. None of her frantic screams or pleas through the awful gag made the knight show any mercy. In fact, the more she writhed and shrieked in agony, the harder Phoebe seemed to hit her. Even her nose had started to ache where the awful hook still pulled it up.

\"Up on your knees, you stupid animal!\" Phoebe screamed at her, lashing her flanks with the crop. \"Up! Up! Up!\" Lying in a heap on the floor, Penelope struggled to get her legs under her again. She'd fallen while crawling across the room for what felt like the hundredth time, and her muscles were too tired for her to even wriggle back up. Even if she had, her knees were so sore from having her weight on them she could hardly stand it. Whap! She howled into the gag as the crop found a sensitive spot on her side.

\"What's going on here?!\" Grace's voice, raised in anger, echoed round the dungeon. Phoebe froze, the crop held up mid-swing. Penelope sobbed wetly, shivering like a leaf on the ground. She watched through a mist of tears as her sister strode into the room. \"What are you doing, Fifi?\"

\"Punishing her, Milady.\" Phoebe frowned, looking uncertain. \"You told me I could.\"

\"I also told you not to be too rough with her.\" Grace snapped viciously. \"Every time I ask you to restrain yourself, you fuck it up. How many playthings have you lost because of your own stupidity? Not this time! Not my piggy!\"

\"Milady please...I only did as you...\" Phoebe began, suddenly pale as a sheet.

\"Get out, you worthless cunt! \" Grace screamed, pointing at the door.\"Get out before I have you executed!\" For a moment Phoebe looked like she was going to argue, but then she turned and scurried away, head bowed and tears glistening on her cheeks. Through a haze of agony, Penelope could muster up no sympathy for the sadistic knight this time. She felt only a vicious satisfaction at seeing her torturer so distressed.

She started whimpering again when Grace strode up to her side. Still tied up, she couldn't do anything but roll into a little ball and hope desperately her sister wasn't going to start hurting her again. Grace crouched down next to her, and suddenly she felt a soft hand brushing up her sides. Gentle fingers rubbed at her sore skin, soothing some of the more vicious welts the crop had left.

\"Poor little piggy.\" Grace sighed softly. \"That awful Fifi, I knew I couldn't trust her to look after you. Come, let's get you somewhere more comfortable.\" Penelope squeaked in protest as her sister lifted her back up onto her knees and pulled her by her shoulder towards the door.

Every shuffle forward was painful, but for whatever strange reason Grace was gentle with her now, guiding her slowly over the hard stone. She breathed a sigh of relief through the gag when she finally made it through into her sister's bedroom, the soft carpet feeling like heaven on her sore elbows and knees. Grace led her over to the bed and then sat down on the end.

\"I'm going to untie you now piglet, but only if you promise not to run away again, okay?\" Grace murmured, brushing a finger through her hair.

Penelope nodded vigorously. She needed these ropes off. Her hips and shoulders were aching from the strain, and she could hardly stand having to crawl everywhere. Grace lent over and pulled each rope away, her soft fingers soothing at the marks they left in Penelope's skin. The young slave-girl groaned in relief around the gag as she stretched out her limbs for what felt like the first time in days.

Next was the awful hook in her nose. It hurt coming out, but at least her hair wasn't being yanked from her scalp anymore. Grace let it drop to one side as Penelope shivered like a leaf on the floor at the foot of the bed. She didn't even think of trying to run. There was no point. With how stiff her muscles were she wouldn't make it far.

Grace pulled her gently up until her head was resting in her sister's lap. She moaned in protest around the gag, but she was too exhausted to even try and pull away. Instead she lay there, feeling Grace's hand stroke up and down her forehead, playing with curls of her hair. Penelope knew this shouldn't feel good, knew she should still be fighting her awful sister, but she was so tired and so sore.

\"There, there, piglet.\" Grace cooed softly. \"It doesn't have to be so bad, you'll see. Just be a good pet for me and we don't need to see nasty Fifi ever again.\" Penelope shuddered, a few stray tears dribbling down her cheeks. A day of abuse and humiliation had left her raw and vulnerable, and she found she couldn't stop herself taking comfort from her sister's words. She knew she shouldn't, but she was so miserable she just couldn't help it. At least Grace being nice was less painful than Phoebe beating her with that crop.

She lay in her sister's lap in a daze for what felt like a long time. At last though, Grace eased her gently back down to the floor. She knew better than to try and get back to her feet. What was the point? Her sister would just get mad and hurt her again. Instead she waited, her jaw aching round the gag.

Grace stared down at her for a moment, an odd, searching look in her blue eyes. Then she reached round Penelope's head and undid the gag, pulling it away from the young slave-girl's lips. She set it one side then turned back. Penelope was too busy working her aching jaw to speak. She hardly even noticed what her sister was doing until Grace suddenly grabbed her by the chin and pulled her up. A sharp squeal of shock escaped her lips.

\"Don't be scared, little piglet.\" She watched, frozen, as her sister lent over her. \"You look so pretty when you're scared. So pretty.\" Before Penelope could even shrink back, Grace bent down and planted a hungry kiss on her lips. The young slave-girl was stunned. She couldn't move. This felt like it was happening to someone else, like she was watching it through a pane of misty glass. She could taste her sister's lips, feel a warm, slimy tongue force its way into her mouth, but still none of it seemed real. Grace was panting hard when she drew back, her pale cheeks flushed. \"I swore I wouldn't do this.\" She breathed. \"Not until you were ready, but I just can't stop myself. You're the only one who makes me feel this way, Penny.\"

Penelope saw her sister lean down again and hot lips covered her mouth, sucking at her flesh. Now Grace's hands were on her, grabbing her shoulders and pulling her up into the kiss. They wandered down her naked body, pinching and squeezing at her skin. This was her sister, the young slave-girl thought distantly. Her own sister was kissing her.

She felt her stomach turn, and suddenly it all hit her like a ton of bricks. The heat drained from her cheeks. She started to pull back, but Grace yanked her up again by her shoulders, keeping that slimy, wet tongue probing at her insides. Her sister was moaning now, hot and hungry. Each low sound in her ear made her skin crawl.

At last, Grace pulled away. Her eyes shone with lust as she stared down at Penelope. The young slave-girl shuddered. She'd started to suspect her sister had these feelings for her, but to have it confirmed in such a disgusting way made her want to vomit.

\"Enough.\" Grace breathed. \"No more of those nice treats until my piggy can behave herself.\" Penelope flinched. Her sister thought she enjoyed this? Nothing could be further from the truth, but the way Grace was staring limply at her face she knew there was nothing she could say to change that. \"Let's get you to bed before you do something naughty.\" Grace rose suddenly from the bed, then grabbed her by her ponytail and gently pulled her towards the back of the room. She felt her heart go cold as her sister led her towards the dungeon where she'd already suffered so much. A hoarse whimper escaped her lips and she started to pull back. \"None of that, piggy.\" Grace snapped, giving her hair a vicious tug. \"I'm just putting you back in your cage for the night, but if you want I can get Fifi back here and we can do some more training instead.\"

Penelope wanted to fight, she really did. The thought of going back in that awful cage for another night made her feel sick. But having Phoebe torture her would be even worse. She felt herself sink even lower as she crawled after her sister, following like a pet. A sharp pang of self-loathing twisted in her chest. She was so pathetic. Doing everything her vile sister wanted without a peep of protest. No wonder Grace thought she was enjoying this.

Grace pulled her into the same cage she'd slept in, and then slammed the door shut behind her. She moaned in despair as the lock clicked shut, knowing she was in for another long, cold and uncomfortable night, with the pain and memories of everything that had happened today to torment her.

\"Goodnight, Piggy.\" Grace cooed, giving her a little wave. \"Sweet dreams. I'll be in the next room so squeal if you need me.\" Penelope stared back, pale and cold. She didn't know which was worse. Her sister's cold, vicious cruelty, or this sickly-sweet affection. It felt like Grace was trying to play at lovers, copying something she barely understood.

The young slave-girl couldn't help but compare the bliss she felt when Mala kissed her, to the churning disgust that was all her sister could wake inside her. They were nothing alike. Mala was her lover, not Grace, but she knew if she tried to explain that her sister would be furious enough to hurt her really badly. She should do it anyway, should scream in Grace's face that she wanted none of this, but she was too cowardly, too afraid of the pain. She watched miserably as Grace turned and strode away, wishing she had the courage to tell her vile sister what she truly thought.

Penelope curled up in the cage, seeking some comfort in the tight confines of the awful bars. This had gone from bad to worse. It had only been a day in her sister's clutches and already she felt more hopeless than she ever had before. How long could she stand this? The agony of Phoebe's tortures, followed by the unwanted affections of her lovesick sister and she still wasn't sure which was worse.

Why was Mala taking so long to save her? Surely the fierce Amazon must have come rushing as soon as she realised what had happened. But there'd been no sign of her. That thought hurt even more than all the welts Phoebe could inflict. It dug into Penelope's chest like a dull knife, scratching at her throat and heart until tears dribbled down her cheeks.

\"Mala....\" She whispered to the cool, uncaring walls. \"Where are you?\"

Author's Note: This one really flew off the page once I got into it! Hope you enjoy reading it as much. Thanks so much for all the reviews and attention part 4 received! I'm so glad to see people enjoying my work.

This part was meant to end up quite dark and hopeless. I know incest can be hot under the right circumstances but here I wanted to capture Penelope's disgust at being forced into it when she has no attraction to her sister, so I tried to make my writing reflect that.

Next part is the finale, where everything should come together. Thanks for sticking with the story this far!

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