As the sun began to set, Mistress Jade led her exhausted, filthy slaves back to the manor. They stumbled along in their chains, whimpering and trembling from the day's ordeal.
Once inside, the slaves were herded into the bathroom like a drove of cattle. They were ordered to strip naked and stand in line, their eyes downcast and their bodies trembling with fear. The stench of sweat, dirt, and urine filled the room as Mistress Jade unlocked the chains binding each slave's genitals together.
As the line moved forward, Mistress Jade removed their chains one by one and inspected each slave's anus for signs of injury. She ran her fingers through their wet pubic hair, grimacing at the thick layer of grime coating their flesh.
Finally, it was Elodie's turn. Her eyes widened in terror as she stared into Mistress Jade's cold gaze. "Look at you," Mistress Jade hissed. "You're filthy! I bet even your asshole is caked with dirt."
She reached out and ran her fingers along Elodie's crack, drawing a slow, shuddering gasp from the girl. "Open up," she commanded.
Elodie's eyes squeezed shut as she braced herself for the inevitable invasion. She felt Mistress Jade's finger sliding past her resistance, penetrating deep into her anus. Elodie gasped and strained against the pain, tears streaming down her dirty face.
"See?" Mistress Jade smirked, withdrawing her finger. "You're nothing but a dirty, stinky whore. You need to be taught a lesson, don't you?"
Without warning, Mistress Jade grabbed Elodie's hair and forced her head down onto a toilet seat. Elodie let out a muffled scream as she felt her anus being penetrated by the cold, hard toilet seat. For what felt like an eternity, Mistress Jade held her there, forcing her slave to sit on the toilet and clean herself.
Finally, Mistress Jade released her grip on Elodie's hair and stepped back, surveying the rest of the line. "Alright, girls," she announced. "It's time for your dessert."
One by one, the slaves were led into the dining room, their naked bodies still glistening with sweat and filth. They were sat down at the table, their chains rattling softly against the wooden surface. Mistress Jade served them each a bowl of steaming, lice-infested porridge, grinning maliciously at their disgust.
As they ate, Mistress Jade circled the table, her whip coiled casually at her side. She watched as the slaves shivered and trembled at her approach, their eyes fixed on the raised welts still weeping blood on their backs.
"Enjoy your meal, girls," Mistress Jade purred. "Because tomorrow, we start all over again."
