:: Make a break for it. {"position":"1130,2950"} <>That whip is fearsome looking and you find yourself fleeing in a panic. [[You]] have no idea where you think you're going since you're totally nude and have no way of getting back home, but the look on [[Rachel]]'s face and the whip in her hand keep you from thinking rationally. You run madly into the crowd of people, almost all women, who have formed a throng around you. A rather elegantly dressed woman moves to block you and pushes you back into the circle. Suddenly you hear a loud crack and feel a searing pain in your buttocks where the whip has struck you. You shriek and try to force your way through a different way, but the press of bodies blocks your way. You hear another crack and cry out in pain from the lashing of your butt. You are blinded by the hot tears rolling down your face. You can feel a hand take a firm grip on your wrist and you try to break free, but it's hopeless. Rachel says, "You know, this will go much easier for you if you just give in." You're too panicked to think about this as you flail to try to get loose. There's another crack and another searing pain across your ass. Now your other wrist is being held firmly and you fall to your knees. Just then, a loud female voice reverberates, "What is going on here!?" [[The woman|Domina]] pushes her way through the crowd and you blink back your tears to get a look at her. She's a very tall woman, taller than Rachel, and she's dressed in what looks like a black Victorian Gothic brocade ball gown, though it doesn't quite reach the floor, which makes her look very stern and severe. She is also wearing long elbow length leather gloves. She radiates authority and walks with confidence. By her complexion, you're pretty sure she's a Latina. She has a long, forbidding face, but with a cold imperial beauty to her features. You struggle to break free again, but the women holding you still hold on to you tightly. "Rachel Holloway!" she says when she sees Rachel, taking no notice at all of you. "I should have known. Explain yourself!" Rachel says, "My apologies for disturbing you, Domina. I was just disciplining a slave." "You were, were you?" the woman responds. "You're not always very careful about who you discipline though, are you, Rachel?" She looks you over carefully. "Well!" she says. "Isn't she a pretty little thing? Is she registered to you, Rachel?" //Registered//, you think. Now what the hell does that mean? "No, Domina," Rachel responds. "Julia can verify that she belongs to me, though." [[Julia]] suddenly pipes up, "That's right, Domina!" "Wait...!" you say, but Domina says, "Silence! Both of you! Speak only when spoken to!" Domina turns to you and lifts up your face to look at her. She says with surprising tenderness, "Tell me, sweetie. Do you belong to Rachel?" You shake your head firmly. "She seems to dispute this, Rachel," Domina says. Rachel responds, "You know how tramps can be when they're being punished. Check her." Domina slowly removes her right glove and strokes your back for a few minutes. This soothes you and your tears stop. Shortly after, you're practically purring. Then her hand travels down to your ass and you wince as she traces the stripes on your ass with her hand. This starts you crying softly again. Then she runs her hand down your ass crack and you soon find yourself with three of her fingers pushing into your pussy. "Oh yes, she's sopping wet all right," Domina says. "<>And shaved. She's definitely somebody's slave or an unregistered slut then."<>Not shaved though. If she's yours, why on earth are you letting her go around like this, hmm?" Rachel stammers, "I was just about to take care of that, Domina."<> Domina removes her fingers from your pussy and seems to consider. She abruptly comes to a decision. "I'm not convinced. Shall we try the Test?" You can tell from her tone of voice that Test is capitalized. You can't see Rachel who's still behind you, but there's a rather pregnant pause before Rachel says, "If you insist, Domina." [[Continue.|The Test]]