"Freedom?" replied Sarah. "Clothes? Choice?"
This drew a giggle from Emily. "Yeah, those would be nice. But we really do have everything that we need."
"Well, I could use a bra right now," said Sarah. "If we have to run like this very often, my tits will hand down to my knees."
Emily giggled again. "Yeah, I worry about that too. But I've been doing this every other day for the past year. And these are holding up fine." She illustrated what ‘these' were by cradling her breasts in her hands and pushing them upward.
Sarah giggled this time. Emily looked funny running on the treadmill while holding her breasts up. "Yeah, yours are doing fine," said Sarah.
"But still," said Emily as she dropped her hands back to her sides, "I'll ask Gabby for some bras. She should be fine with that. After all, we'll be protecting her property by wearing them."
Sarah rolled her eyes at the comment. She knew that Emily now viewed herself as Gabrielle's property but she didn't think that she could ever think that way. After all, nobody owned people these days. Slavery was illegal, wasn't it? She assumed that Gabrielle was just playing some kind of perverted sexual game and that they would be released after she grew tired of it.
"How was it with Gabby last night?" asked Emily as she trotted along on her treadmill.
"It was okay, I guess," replied Sarah.
"Only okay? I find that hard to believe. I always thought Gabby was a great lover. How many orgasms did she give you?"
"I don't know," said Sarah as she continued to run along, feeling her breasts bouncing along with every step. "A few. The sex was good."
"Then why was it only okay?"
"I don't know," answered Sarah. "I'm used to having a choice. I'm used to consenting to sex. It was just odd being forced to climax."
"Oh that," said Emily. She reached over and swatted Sarah's ass, eliciting a yelp of surprise. "You'll get over that. You'll never have to worry about consenting or not consenting every again. Once you get used to the fact that you'll be used whether you want to or not, the sex is very, very good."
"You sound like a nymphomaniac," commented Sarah.
"No, I'm not that," argued Emily. "But I do like the sex. And after awhile, it's even exciting having no say in the matter. It's kind of like an adventure where you never know what's around the next bend but you know it will be exciting."
"Hmmm," said Sarah. "I guess I'm not there yet. It's still pretty scary to me. How was your time with that couple?"
"She was great," said Emily. "He was kind of a dud, though. I much prefer being loaned to Papa or one of the hands. He was pretty average. But I liked being with her. She knew exactly how to play my body."
Sarah laughed. "Well that's not hard to figure out. Even I figured out how to play your body and I have hardly any experience at all."
"Mmmmm, yeah," grinned Emily. "You figured it out all right. Maybe you could practice more later."
Sarah grinned back at Emily. She really did like her new sister a lot. She had an impish personality and a sense of adventure. And she seemed so loving and caring. "What's on the schedule after this?"
"Who knows?" Emily responded. "I never know what's on the schedule. They just tell me what I'm to do."
"Oh," said Sarah. "Really? There's no schedule?"
"Well, there might be a schedule but I never know what's on it. Gabby just tells me what to do next or who to fuck. And I do it."
"Is there a lot of sex?"
"Oh yeah," nodded Emily. "Big time, around here. Maybe there will be less now that you're here to share the load."
The preprogrammed treadmills finally stopped and both girls stepped off, sweating and gasping. "Have you asked Gabrielle about us sharing a room?" asked Sarah.
"When was I supposed to ask her?" replied Emily. "She's had her face buried between your thighs ever since we talked about it."
"Hey!" protested Sarah. She punched Emily in the upper arm. "She has not!"
Emily giggled at her sister's reaction. "Well either that or you had your face buried in her crotch."
Sarah punched her again and humfed indignantly.
"But I'll ask her as soon as I can. I hope she'll say yes."
One of the maids entered the fitness center carrying two towels. "Hey, Maria," Emily greeted her.
"Buenos dios, senorita," said Maria as she handed each girl a towel. "Your mistress is expecting you in the dining room as soon as you shower."
"Okay, Maria," said Emily. "Tell her we'll be right there."
Then she turned to Sarah. "We need to hurry. She doesn't like to be kept waiting."
"What's going to happen now?" asked Sarah as she watched her sister step into a shower stall. She moved toward one of the open ones but Emily grabbed her arm as she walked by and pulled her in with her.
"We'll save water this way," giggled Emily as she leaned forward and let her nipples dance with her sister's. Sarah was surprised that she didn't back away. A few weeks ago, she would have probably slapped Emily for doing something so suggestive. "Who knows what she wants us for? She could be loaning us out to someone. Or maybe we're going to be entertainment. There's no way of telling."
Emily became frisky and started running her hands up and down Sarah's sides, occasionally reaching around to squeeze her bottom cheeks. She tilted her head down and sucked one of Sarah's nipples into her mouth, gripping it lightly with her teeth.
"Hey! I thought you said we had to hurry!"
"Oh yeah," replied Emily with a pout. "Maybe later." They quickly finished their shower and dried off, blowing their hair dry and brushing it before padding off to find their mistress. Along the way, the two naked girls encountered a number of the servants who were all fully clothed. Emily continued on, nonplussed by the encounters, but Sarah blushed furiously at each one.
Sarah watched her new sister walk up to Gabrielle and throw her arms around her neck, kissing her on the lips. "Hiya, Mistress." Gabrielle reached behind Emily and gave one of her ass cheeks a swat.
"Hiya, pet," replied Gabrielle. "I heard good things about last night. I hope that you had fun."
"She was fun, Mistress."
"Yeah, he's kind of a bore. But I'm glad that you liked her. She adored you."
Sarah raised her eyebrows at the exchange. Wow! Was this how a slave and owner were supposed to act? Gabrielle had seemed so much more demanding last night. But today, she seemed to act more like a girlfriend than an owner. But then she remembered that Gabrielle and Emily had been girlfriends first. In fact, they had even been lovers. She doubted that she could have gotten away with that casual greeting.
"Hello, Mistress," said Sarah as she stood demurely behind Emily.
Gabrielle smiled and walked to her newest pet, enclosing her in her arms and hugging her. "Hello, darling."
The mistress turned her head to Emily as she continued to hold and stroke Sarah's nudity. "You have no idea how talented your new sister is. Oh, my gosh. Her tongue drove me crazy."
Emily giggled. "Oh yes I do. I taught her everything she knows."
Gabrielle laughed. "I thought I detected some of your influence. Well, you did a good job. She's as good as you and had me climaxing all night until we finally collapsed from exhaustion."
Emily smiled proudly. "I'm happy to hear that. So what's up, Mistress?"
"The Wagners are coming over for lunch. I wanted the two of you to be the entertainment."
"Oh god," muttered Emily under her breath.
Sarah raised her eyebrows again. What did that mean? Obviously Emily was not real wild about the news. And what did Gabrielle mean about them being the entertainment?