This story was written by myself on another site under the pen name of "Col. Jack Harrison".
Debbie Kendall woke up on the first full day of her internment to the screaming of an angry roommate. She had quite forgotten, except in some of her nightmares, that she was now Jane's bitch. Ms. Mensch intended to dominate and use her as she saw fit. Apparently, the preaching had caused the divorcee to snap. She had burned Debbie in the forehead with a cigarette, then raped her with a vibrator.
"Get the hell up, bitch! I'm hungry and you have to make me some breakfast! That's your job now. It's Sunday morning and I want some food, so you can do something useful for once, instead of wasting your time in church. Cook me some bacon, eggs, and French toast. You have an hour to get it ready. If you're not done by then, I'll whip you for your failure to please me," Jane barked orders at her.
Terrified, Debbie got out of her bed and began to get dressed, so she could take care of her new kitchen duties. Ms. Mensch promptly lashed her bare butt with a bullwhip. Mrs. Kendall dropped to the floor and cried from the sharp pain. Her roommate then cracked the whip again, lashing her back.
"Get off the goddamn floor, bitch! I told you that you had an hour to make breakfast. I didn't say that you could wear clothes. Now, go make me some food. If there is any left and you behave yourself, I'll give you the scraps. If not, I'll just have you throw them away. Is that clear? Good girls get table scraps; bad girls get empty stomachs," she taunted her.
"Yes, I understand," Debbie answered, heading off to the kitchen.
"Yes, MISTRESS! You forgot that part, bitch!" Jane thundered.
"Yes, Mistress. Sorry, Mistress," she sobbed.
"Just for that, there will no table scraps today. You have to earn food, bitch!" Ms. Mensch instructed her.
"Yes, Mistress. I'll do better, Mistress," Mrs. Kendall promised.
So, Debbie had to rush through making breakfast for her roommate, knowing that she would get none of it herself. She would have to watch somebody else eat, not getting anything for her own stomach. Her belly growled at her, while Jane savored the meal that SHE cooked.
When Ms. Mensch was finished, she handed the dishes to Mrs. Kendall, saying, "Those dishes won't wash themselves, you know. You have a busy day ahead of you. I expect you to get this house nice and clean. You have 3 hours to do that. Bear in mind that if you do well today, tomorrow's chores will be a cinch. It must be spic and span, is that clear?" the beekeeper commanded the former teacher.
"Yes, Mistress. I will do it. The house will be clean in 3 hours," she replied, lowering her head.
"Good, but if I am displeased with anything, your ass will pay for it. Did you hear me?" Jane warned her.
"Yes, Mistress. I will pay with my ass if I fail to get it cleaned to your satisfaction," Debbie paraphrased her roommate's words.
"Precisely. Now, get cracking! I don't want to hear anything from you until I check out your labor. This will be a 'white glove inspection', meaning perfection is the standard. Until then, I have a TV show to watch, so leave me alone and get to work," Ms. Mensch brusquely announced.