This kidnapping and enslaving thing wasn't nearly as glamourous as he'd imagined it, thought Simon as he mopped up Roxanne's pool of barf and made an effort to clean her hanging hair and reddened face a bit. He had actually been worried that she had suffocated, and checked carefully that she was breathing before cleaning out her nostrils.

Then he remembered why he was here. He removed the semi-conscious Roxanne's gag to clean her mouth with the dirty rags he'd just used to wipe the van. Then he took the nipple clamps off Amanda, and listened, amused, as she tried to scream through the gag with the pain of returning circulation.

He took Amanda down off the hook and handed her writhing form over to Brian, who apparently couldn't wait to get into the Lodge. Simon chuckled as Brian just put Mandy on the ground in a kneeling position, whipped off her gag and immediately whipped out his rigid cock and sheathed it in her gasping mouth.

Simon tweaked Roxanne's already tortured nipples, bringing her back to full consciousness with a yelp. He took her down from the hooks and tossed her to the floor of the van, undoing part of her hogtie and commanding her to get up.

The stupid whore. He couldn't believe she still had the nerve to act surprised and insulted when he called her a "ho". That was just plain truth already, and nowhere near as low as she would soon be. She'd be begging for such respect in future. And she'd be learning what Art was.

He insulted the whore again and yanked her sore nipple, just to keep her alert.

"Welcome to the Lodge", he announced, as much to Brian as to Roxy and Mandy. Mandy was choking on Brian's first gift already, and probably not listening well, but that didn't matter. She'd be punished for whatever she missed.

"Here's what you gotta know. Master Brian and I have to train you bitches, and have you in shape shortly. The other Masters at the Lodge won't be interfering in your training unless we ask them to, or of course unless you make the grave mistake of trying to speak to them. To them you are three holes each, and none of those holes is for speaking with, if you catch my drift.

"Brian is most pissed off at Mandy, or shall we call her "cumsocket" now? She knows why, of course. Brian will be training cumsocket to be a perfectly obedient slut, and of course to serve as a slave and helper to Roxy here.

"I will be training Roxy to be a performance art piece. Mandy, er, cumsocket, will be part of the piece. Your first performance will be in three weeks, for the residents of the Lodge."

Both the girls gasped and looked bewildered at the news, and so Simon continued grimly, "You are both out of the country on long trips, with your excuses made to your employers and cute little signs on your doors for your customers. Whores. You will be sending postcards to friends and relatives from around North Africa, so don't expect anyone to miss either of you sluts any time soon."

Simon took two large black double-ended strap-ons from his bag and tossed one to Brian. He quickly pinched Roxanne's nose until she quit struggling and let him insert the other into her already vile-tasting mouth, and strapped it round the back of her head, under her gorgeous but vomit-matted hair. She looked rather comical with the other dildo emerging from her mouth.

Mandy looked outraged, but couldn't stop Brian making her look even more comical with the twin of Roxy's dildo strapped around her head and practically tickling the back of her throat. Simon noticed that Brian had managed to remove Mandy's high boots and socks, but her tight jeans were still there, practically painted on. Her reddened raspberry nipples bobbed in the sunlight as she squirmed, trying to keep from gagging on the dildo.

"The first part of your training doesn't involve much speaking," he laughed, "so you can just begin learning obedience. Roxy, you'll obey me. Cumsocket here is lower than a slut. She will obey not only Master Brian, but also Roxy.

He attached the hated nipple clamps back to both girls. Roxanne gasped long and hard with the pain of the clamps on her already tortured tits. While they squirmed and moaned through the new gags, Simon chained Mandy's nipples with light steel chains to Roxanne's wrists, still bound behind her. He chained Roxanne's clamps to an ordinary dog leash which he took in his hand, and gave Brian a riding crop to keep things interesting.

"Come along, sluts -- your new home awaits!" said Simon enthusiastically, as he tugged on the leash and forced Roxanne, half-naked and barefoot, to follow him out of the gravel parking lot and through a path between high hedges. Mandy had no choice but to follow closely, and Brian took up the rear position, practising his aim and crop stroke on Mandy's unprotected tits.