Rebecca woke reluctantly, savoring the feeling of the first good nights sleep she had enjoyed for weeks. She kept her eyes closed, the enjoying the warmth of Finley's body pressed against her back and the comforting pressure of her arm as it draped across her shoulders. There was nothing sexual or arousing about it, just a long absent sense of comfort knowing that she was not alone in this anymore. She thought back to the night before, what they had done together.
Sure she had imagined it was Misha she was with but she couldn't deny it was her sister's lips on her neck, her hand on her breast and fingers between her legs that had brought the long denied orgasm. She gave a small shiver at the memory then slid gently out of bed so as to not disturb her sleeping bedmate. She gave another shiver as the cold air of the cell raised gooseflesh on her body and stifled a squeak of shock when her bare feet touched the cold stone of the floor.
Rebecca went through her workout routine, snorting with laughter when Finley grunted in disdain and rolled over pulling the pillow over her head. After almost half an hour of calisthenics Rebecca was hot and sweaty as she yanked the comforter off of her little sister.
"Up and at em' sleepy head." She chided. "The rules are we shower together and I am not going to get hypothermia standing here waiting for you."
"Fuck you!" Finley grunted, struggling to pull the blanket back up over her shoulder until she gave up and grabbed at the robe Rebecca held out for her. "I always hated you, did you know that?"
Rebecca guided her still half asleep sister down the hall to the small bathroom and propped her against the wall as she waited for the shower to heat up. Finley woke when she was pushed under the warm water and slowly became less surly as Rebecca washed her back for her. The two sisters shared the cramped stall, washing and shaving each other as per the orders they had been given. Even the task of using their tongues to check for any stubble had lost the sense of disgust, replaced by an acceptance of this was what they had to do to survive. When they returned to their room their breakfast had been delivered and they sat at the small table savoring the warm coffee and granola with yogourt.
"Becky, who's Brian?" Finley asked innocently, then gave a knowing smile as Rebecca snorted into her drink.
"What do you mean?" Rebecca replied after she had collected herself.
"You said his name in your sleep last night, who is he?"
"He's my supervisor at the Agency, that's all." Rebecca told her, her gaze darting to where the emergency transmitter hidden in the necklace and earrings sat on the small table. She knew they were being watched but didn't know if they were being listened to so she was careful about what she let slip.
"Is that all?" Finley continued, eyeing her over the rim of her mug. "The way you said his name didn't sound like you were talking about your job. If someone is riding to our rescue here, I want to know if he is cute or not."
Rebecca sighed, Finley wouldn't let it go and she didn't want her saying too much so she told her sister about Brian. She described his perpetually mussed hair, his warm soft eyes and the way he smiled with only one side of his mouth. She tried to relate his scent, a mixture of aftershave and deodorant that somehow combined with his natural odor to cause her nostrils to flare even now as she thought about it.
She even told her sister about the last time she saw him, how they had pretended to have sex so she could talk without raising suspicion of the men watching her. She related how he had denied himself even when she had said it was alright, practically begged him to fuck her. She talked about his short but broad physique. That he didn't seem to loom over her like other men and remembering fondly how her head fit perfectly below his chin the last time he held her. Her shoulders tensed under her robe as she recalled the feel of his arms around her and the sad sound of his voice that morning when he apologized for leaving her alone, having no idea of how badly she wanted him at that moment.
Finley reached out an took her hand, squeezing it gently. Rebecca remembered the gesture, one that she usually did when the two of them had been sitting together and Finley had been recounting the latest guy she had fallen for. Rebecca felt a twinge of guilt at the fact that most of the time she was already anticipating the tearful breakup that she would have to ease her sister through. The moment broke when the steel door opened with a groan of hinges. Rebecca smiled when Misha stepped in, then frowned as Olga followed her.
"Alright ladies, enough girl talk. It's time to thank Mr. Kaprikov for his hospitality." Olga barked, gesturing imperiously for the women to follow her. Out in the hall Rebecca was surprised to see Anastasia and Katya, also in their robes and slippers.
"You will accompany Anastasia, she will tell you how to prepare." Olga ordered pointing at Rebecca. "You will go with Misha, you have 30 minutes. Don't be late or it will result in a loss of privileges for all of you." Olga turned and left, the heels of her calf high boots striking the stone floor loudly. Rebecca noticed that she wasn't wearing her usual corset or leather pants, but a silk blouse and almost respectable skirt.
"Follow me." Anastasia told her. Rebecca jumped, she had never actually spoken to the young girl before but she noticed that the tone was almost as harsh as Olga's. Rebecca set her jaw, she thought of how she had forced her mother to lick her pussy after Kaprikov had fucked her. She could only imagine what the girl had been through but that was no excuse to take her anger out on her mother.
"Come on, we don't want to get in trouble." Kata said in a quiet voice, following Anastasia meekly like a calf following it's mother. Rebecca looked over at her sister and Misha noticed.
"Don't worry, she will be fine with me. I promise." The older woman said reassuringly.
'Don't make a promise you can't keep' Rebecca thought to herself, but didn't say anything for fear of tempting fate. She tightened the belt of her robe and hurried to follow the two young girls up the stairs and down an unfamiliar hallway. Soon she was in a room that was clearly a dressing room, there were makeup tables along one wall and a closet on the other filled with a variety of female outfits from ball gowns to bathing suits.
"There are your outfits, you are to make yourself up like students at a private girls academy." Anastasia told them, then moved over to sit at a table and began applying her makeup. Soon the three of them were dressed and putting the finishing touches on their appearance.
The outfit consisted of a crisp white blouse and a plaid sweater vest with a matching skirt. Surprisingly, the underwear was plain white cotton with no lace or adornment and the shoes were simple flats with knee high white socks. Even the makeup and hairstyle was simple, and as directed by Anastasia, as youthful as possible. Rebecca was even more disgusted than before, there was nothing sexy or playful about it except how young they all looked. She could have walked into any young girl's academy in the world and no one would have batted an eye, which is apparently exactly what Kaprikov wanted as Olga nodded her approval when they entered the den.
Rebecca saw him sitting not in his usual chair but behind a desk and not wearing his familiar track suit or dressing gown but instead a shirt and jacket with loose slacks. He looked like someone's overweight grandfather come to visit, until you saw the gleam in his beady eyes and how his tongue slid over his lips. Misha and Finley were there too, dressed as respectably as Olga was in blouses and skirts only their too high heels gave any indication as to what was going to happen. Rebecca then stiffened when she saw a man with a video camera on a tripod.
"Are we recording?" Olga asked and the man nodded.
"Headmaster, these students have been caught cheating on their last exam." Olga announced in a clear voice.
Rebecca looked over at Anastasia and Katya, then mimicked their hangdog pose. She couldn't keep her eyes off of the three thick leather straps that were sitting on the desk, especially now that Kaprikov was stroking them with his fat fingers.
"Most shameful behaviour from otherwise promising young girls." Kaprikov said in a disappointed voice. "And these are their teachers I assume?"
"Yes Headmaster." Misha replied, obviously having done something like this before. "My assistant and I just discovered the cheating and reported it to Headmistress Olga. We are very disappointed in all of them, they showed such promise."
Kaprikov nodded sagely then looked over at where the three 'schoolgirls' stood, heads bowed in shame. "What am I supposed to do with you girls. You could be suspended over this you know."
"Oh no, please, please headmaster. I am so sorry, it was all her idea, she told us she could get the exam answers for us." Anastasia said in a pleading voice, pointing an accusing finger at Katya.
Katya squeaked in surprise, cowering away from the hateful glare Anastasia directed at her. "But, but..." she stammered, her eyes darting around in confusion.
Rebecca stepped forward "It was my idea Headmaster. I knew where the test answers were kept and snuck in after dismissal to take them." She took a deep breath, pushing her breasts forward as she raised her head. "Is there anything that I can do to make up for it?" If this was going to happen anyway, perhaps she could get it over with quickly by playing the role.
Kaprikov nodded sagely, his hand settling on the handle of one of the leather straps. "That is very commendable of you young lady, but I am afraid that there must be some form of punishment to ensure this does not happen again. Punishment for all of you."
