“These the roommates?” The Keeper bowed her head. “Remind me how we came by em.”

“Dornan, Lady. One of his resort jobs.” The Lady sighed and clucked her tongue ruefully. “Carefree galpal vacationers, lost to the sea. Tragic. This some overflow we’re handling? Or did he mistake someone’s net worth?”

“The sluts are conveyed to You free and clear, Lady.”

“So the latter. Musta disappointed quick, they’ve still got some tan on em. I bet it’s that one. That little sniveling little piece of shit.”

Two naked girls, lit by a harsh overhead glare, were huddled together on a bench built into the wall of a dungeon cell. The cells around them were all unlit and unoccupied. There were no restraints on the girls and the barred cell door was open. The slightly larger of the pair, blonde, was sitting upright with her back slumped against the stone wall, her face expressionless and her eyes glazed, staring off into the nothing in front of her. Her friend lay with her head against the blonde’s breasts, sprawled forward as if she’d swooned there. She was whimpering and mewling with a tragic mien,  her thumb in her mouth. With one hand the blonde stroked clumsily at her friend’s hair, murmuring “there there baby” at every pass; the other was snug in her crotch, her thighs squeezing rhythmically around it.

“Looks the type. Hot mess; comes from money; no one too worked up about missing her. How's your dossier developing?”

“Definitely privileged, as You say, Lady. Late in the birth order. Feels abandoned by her family, can’t accept it, decompensates into infantilism.”

“The thumbsucking.”

“Re-emergent behavior, Lady. For the rest: desperate for approval, oral fixation obviously, terrified of physical pain and apt to lose discipline over it… In other words, a sniveling little shit. Actually we’ve barely touched her so far. Dornan either, I’m sure. As to the blonde, she’s a tougher nut—”

“Blonde’s boring.” The Lady waved a dismissal. “Default sitcom friend. Straight, the both of em? They fuck yet?”

“For the first time spontaneously, about twelve hours ago. I took it as my cue to hustle blondie off for some out-of-band Indoctrination. Let Baby marinate. They’re only just reunited.”

“Hence the waterworks. Good call.” The blonde shifted her weight a fraction and Baby mewed piteously and clasped her hands about her friend’s waist. The Lady leaned in a little to the monitor screen. “Oh you poor persecuted thing! Why does everybody have to be so mean to you?” She straightened up again and puckered her mouth at the Keeper. “This one’s gonna be a treat.”

The Keeper coughed lightly, and made a low bow. The Lady arched an eyebrow. “What? Blondie?”

“Lady…” The Keeper coughed again. “I think with a little work she’ll fetch You a good price.”

“Of course she’ll fetch a price, she’s blonde and she’s stacked.” The Lady peered back at the monitor and sighed. “I know. Book says light touch, trainings separate at uncertain intervals, keep em guessing, keep em paired and let em break each other. Boring.” At Her sudden snarl the Keeper reflexively shrank in on herself.

“Oh don’t shrivel.” The Lady turned her back on the screen and put her hand to the Keeper’s face. “You’re a good girl and a conscientious slave.” The Keeper closed her eyes and nestled her cheek into the Lady’s palm and kissed the air—not Her flesh, never without invitation—and felt herself indulged. “But let me just submit—” the Lady tipped her head towards the girls, still entangled— “that tableau back there? After a single post-fuck separation? Pathetic bitches already have broken themselves. Near as.

“Besides, I’ve been disgustingly well-behaved lately. I deserve a treat.” The Lady separated herself and picked her handbag up from the monitor station. “Clean her up, send her along as-is. Maybe she’ll be a little feral yet. I could do with a little feral.” At the office door she paused for one more look. “You know what? Light prep. She’s covering up something Bad she did she can’t remember what it was. Just that. A cherry on top.”

The Keeper bowed reverently low. “When I’m gone whyn’t you go ahead and let yourself cum. Focus on Blondie there. Think about what you want to do to her. Maybe I’ll let you keep her for a pet.”

The Lady blew a self-parodic air kiss and sauntered out. The Keeper collapsed into her desk chair and the force of it spun her around toward the monitor. She was two fingers deep before she heard the outer door close.