Chapter Five
Week Seven
It had been a long and difficult day for Olivia. Her trainers had been more than usually demanding and her thighs and buttocks still bore the smarting red lines of the numerous lashes she had received from their whips.
Ordered to kneel as a slave, walk as a slave, offer her limbs for binding as a slave, even display her body as a slave, Olivia had tried as hard as she knew how, thrusting her breasts and belly forward, spreading her legs and obeying every terse command instantly and with as much precision as her manacled wrists would permit.
Still she had not been able to satisfy their demands for perfection and grace in every movement she made.
Over and over again their whips had hissed out, cracking across her trembling flesh and each time a harsh command, “Ag
