She lingered over the nipples and kept glancing up at her eyes as she covered both breasts completely.She lingered over the nipples and kept glancing up at her eyes as she covered both breasts completely. Then she brushed copious amounts of honey on the young girl's rib cage, tummy and then slapped each hip with the brush. Terry's eyes darted over to the beehives as Helga kissed her on the buttock and moved over to Sue. She covered the brunette's chest quickly with honey and, to Sue's curiosity, added a generous extra dab to her left nipple. "Goodness," Helga said with a sunshine smile, "that's too much." With that, she stood on tiptoes and brought her lips up to the schoolgirl's dripping breast. She gently clamped her soft smile over the slave's nipple and sucked the excess honey into her mouth with a slow, undulating movement. Then she let go of the nipple with a wet popping sound and winked at her. Sue might have pondered this curious attention had she not been listening to Terry's futile attempts at screaming. They each then watched frightfully as the swarming bees sallied further and further from their hives with each circle. Terry's whimpering grew more frenzied as the insects drew nearer to their naked vulnerability. Soon the bees were circling all around both of the girls who had shut their eyes as tightly as they could. Many minutes passed as they waited for the sharp singers to pierce their skin, but none came. Sue opened one eye and saw that the bees were all around, but none were landing on their honey smeared bodies. And Helga was enjoying uproarious laughter off to the side. "I mixed insect repellent with the honey, darlings," Helga laughed. The honey brings them here, and the repellent keeps them from landing." Both girls sighed with relief. It was a cruel joke, but one that prepared them for anything. That evening, as Yvette was stuffing them into their cages, they resolved individually to see the program through. They realized that all the people at Castle Thorne were true to their word, if a trifle strange. And, in a way, the firm yet loving way of their captivity was somewhat satisfying in an erotic sense. The next day, the final one of their training, Terry & Sue were expecting the very worst--and did not get it. They were outside again and the only metal on them was the collars around their necks. Helga had them chained by the neck to two wooden stakes placed side by side in the garden. |