Bound sister, gag, slave | bdsm stories | Sisters in Slavery 2

Melissa Osborne sat in her sister’s car, her eyes closed and her fingers tapping to the insistent beat of the music blasting out of the stereo system as she waited for Maxine to return from her meeting.

A loud knock on the glass of the window startled her and her eyes sprang open as she turned her head to see a uniformed Security Guard looking in at her and a second standing nearby.

She leaned forward and switched off the stereo, then cautiously lowered the window a couple of inches, „Yes? What is it?“

„Good evening, miss,“ the man said, „Your sister asked us to come down and find you. You’re wanted in the Conference room.“

„Me?“ Melissa asked, „What for?“

„I wouldn’t know, miss,“ the muscular Guard replied stolidly, „I was just instructed to find you.“

Melissa hesitated, puzzled, then shrugged her shoulders, reassured by the Company uniforms the men wore, „All right,“ she said, „I’ll come up with you and find out,“ and unlocked the car door.

As she pushed the door open and swung her long, thigh-booted legs out, the two Guards glanced appreciatively at the generous expanse of leg revealed between the tops of her boots and the extremely short micro-skirt she was wearing.

The first Guard’s eyes flickered from her face to her clearly bra-less breasts under her tight sweater, then back again and Melissa suppressed a grin, well aware of the effect her appearance had on him.

She was used to having men ogle her body and enjoyed the knowledge that they desired her and as the Guard pointed to the door Maxine had used, Melissa smiled sweetly at him and led the way, deliberately exaggerating the natural sway of her hips and feeling the men’s eyes feasting on her taut buttocks.

The second Guard hurried forward to hold the door open for her and she smiled again as his eyes swept over her breasts, „Thank you,“ she said softly and walked through the door into a large lobby with the closed doors of a lift to her right and a long corridor ahead.

The outer door banged shut behind her and as Melissa half-turned towards the lift, the two Security Guards were upon her.

Just like her sister, the attack caught Melissa completely unprepared and in seconds, her wrists were firmly handcuffed behind her back.

Shocked by the suddenness of the attack, she goggled at the men, her lips working, but no sound emerging.

The first Guard laughed casually, „Take it easy, honey,“ he said, „We’ve got you and there’s no-one around to hear you if you start yelling.“

„If you do,“ the second man warned, holding up the roll of black sticky tape, „We’ll gag you with this.“

Melissa stared from one to the other and tugged vainly at her bound wrists, then licked her lips nervously as she found herself unable to get free.

„Wh... What is this?“ she managed to stammer at last, „What’s g... going on?“

„Oh, don’t worry,“ the first man told her, „We’re not going to hurt you, but the boss wants you tied up, just like we tied up your sister.“

„Maxine?“ Melissa gasped, „She’s tied up, too?“

„She sure is. Seems like she found out something she wasn’t supposed to know, so the boss decided to send her somewhere she won’t be able to cause trouble by talking about it.“

„That’s right,“ the other Guard confirmed, „And as you’re the only one likely to worry about what happened to her, you have to go as well. Nice and neat with no loose ends, you see.“

As the men explained, Melissa’s brain raced wildly.

She had to get out of there, had to find a way of escaping from the two men and fetching help.

But how?

As the second Guard knelt and fastened a steel cuff around her left ankle, obviously intending to tie her legs together, a mad, extremely risky plan flashed into her brain.

Turning to the man who gripped her right arm, she lowered her eyes demurely and rubbed her breasts against his broad chest, „Uh... hold on a second, guys. Can’t we... you know... talk about this?“ she whispered breathily, „Somewhere quiet, maybe. Where we won’t be disturbed.“

It was a desperate thing to do, but Melissa was desperate and even as she said the words, couldn’t believe the men would be taken in.

Incredibly, though, it worked!

„Hang on, Joe,“ the first Guard called, „We might as well see what the little lady has in mind.“

Joe clambered to his feet, leaving the open second cuff dangling from her ankle and Melissa shivered as the two men stared brazenly at her.

„OK, honey, talk to us and make it quick. We haven’t got all night.“

Melissa’s plan, such as it was, hadn’t really gone beyond avoiding having her ankles cuffed and she had to think fast, „Uh... Well look, guys. I... I don’t know what Maxine found out, but it’s nothing to do with me. I don’t know what’s going on and I don’t want to. If she’s in trouble, that’s her problem. I... I don’t even like her very much.“

It was a lie, but the two men weren’t to know that.

„So?“ Joe prompted, „Why should we care?“

„If you were to just let me go, „ Melissa pulled her shoulders back and sucked in her stomach to emphasise her breasts, „I promise I wouldn’t say anything about all this and... and I’d be ever so grateful.“

The implication of her words was not lost on the men and Joe nodded slowly, his eyes fixed on her straining sweater.

„How grateful?“ he asked briefly and Melissa knew she had to play out her deception to its logical conclusion.

She began to wriggle her hips and breasts as sensually as she could, „As grateful as you’d both like,“ she said softly, „I’ll do anything you want, I promise.“

The other Guard rubbed his chin, clearly tempted by what he saw, „I don’t know, Joe,“ he said doubtfully, „What about the boss?“

„He won’t know, will he?“ Joe retorted, „What’s the matter, Des, don’t you fancy her?“

„Of course I do, but we were supposed to cuff her and gag her, then leave her here while we collect her sister.“

„Bloody Hell!“ Joe exploded in frustration, „OK, so we gag her first, all right? See, I’ll do it right now,“ and he tore a long strip of tape off the roll in his hand.

With Des still holding her by the elbow and not wanting to betray the fact that she had no intention of carrying out her promise to them, Melissa only had time for a short, unheeded protest, „No! I don’t want to be gagg...!“ before the tape stretched across her lips and silenced her.

Joe applied two more strips of tape in an „X“ across Melissa’s lips, then turned to his colleague,

„There! Happy now?“

Des frowned, „If the boss finds out we let her go, we’ll both be sacked.“

„I know,“ Joe agreed, smiling wolfishly, „But I didn’t say anything about letting her go, now did I?“

Melissa’s eyes bulged in shock as Joe grinned at her and she trembled in horror as she realised that he had never had any intention of carrying out his side of the bargain... just as she had never meant to honour her side!

With a despairing wrench, she tore her elbow from Des’s grasp and took to her heels, straight down the corridor ahead of her.

„Quick! Grab her!“

„Stop, you bitch!“

Melissa’s high-heeled boots were not designed for running and her handcuffed wrists bumped uncomfortably against her buttocks as she made her bid to escape, her nostrils flaring as she sucked in great gasps of air and whimpering in fear as she heard the heavy boots of her pursuers pounding down the corridor behind her.

She reached a junction and skidded around the corner to her right.

It was a split-second decision... and it was wrong.

Twenty yards ahead, a floor-to-ceiling roller door barred her way and she looked frantically around for some other way out.

The wall to her right was solid brick with a round wooden rail stretching from end to end about four feet off the ground, while the left was half-glass and half-partition, giving a view into some sort of despatch area.

Neither had doors and Melissa was well and truly trapped.

Des and Joe charged around the corner, braking to a halt as they saw Melissa with her back to the steel shutters, her eyes wide with horror.

„Got you,“ Joe said with satisfaction and walked slowly forward.

Squealing in misery, Melissa tried to dodge past him, but she didn’t have a chance, his big hands grabbing her and spinning her round.

With Des’s help, she was forced back against the rail where, despite her furious resistance, her wrists were released and then re-secured around the strong wood so that she couldn’t move away.

The two men grinned as she pulled and tugged at the rail and, at length, she was forced to accept that she was never going to be able to break free and gave up her futile struggle.

„About time,“ Joe said, „Now, keep still. Don’t even think about trying to kick me.“

Melissa was too despondent for any further fight and stood passively, trembling as he bent to her cuffed left ankle, but to her astonishment and anguish, he did not lock her limbs together.

Instead, he pulled her left leg out and up and snapped the open cuff around one of the metal brackets securing the rail to the wall.

His unexpected action left Melissa standing on one leg, the other stretched out wide to her side and her black leather micro-skirt rucked up around her hips.

In disbelief, she stared first at her securely fastened ankle, then with growing anxiety down to the joint of her parted thighs.

A triangle of bright red satin was clearly visible below the hem of her skirt and Melissa shuddered, knowing that the men had an even clearer view of her flimsy panties than she did.

Even more frightening, she was quite unable to move the leg she was standing on or alter her position without risking a dangerous fall.

Posed like a ballerina and bound to the rail, she couldn’t do anything.

The men, however, could... and did.

Joe took hold of her sweater and as Melissa squealed in panic, pulled it up over her head, baring her naked breasts and effectively blindfolding her at the same time.

„Oh, baby,“ he leered, „Will you look at those beauties,“ his hands clamped on her twin globes and as his thumbs and index fingers tweaked her offered nipples, Melissa shrieked into her gag and her torso writhed in vain attempts to evade his touch.

His previous doubts forgotten in the heat of the moment, Des joined in, wrenching Melissa’s flimsy panties from her body with a savage tug, revealing her blonde triangle of curly pubic hair and the defenceless pink cleft of her sex.

Unable to see or prevent what was happening to her, Melissa screamed and moaned in terror as the men plundered her body, her breasts swelling and nipples growing achingly hard and the delicate and exquisitely sensitive lining of her sex becoming moist and slick as Des’s fingers caressed and probed her without mercy.

Horribly powerful arousal stormed through her bound body and Melissa whimpered and sobbed in helpless need as, for the only time in her life, she found herself in a situation she could not control.

Joe gave a cruel pinch to each of her nipples, then stepped back as she groaned, „I reckon it’s time she paid out on her promise, eh, Des? Anything we want, that’s what she said and I sure know what I want!“

Des nodded, his fingers never ceasing to torment Melissa, „Yeah. Me too. We’ll have to be quick, though.“

„OK, then. You want to go first?“

„Sure,“ he agreed and as Melissa shuddered in dread, he stood up, unzipped his trousers and plunged his rigid maleness straight into her glistening sex.

Melissa screamed as she was impaled, but Des was in no mood to hold back and thrust again and again, imposing his will upon her until she sobbed in defeated misery.

He gathered himself and gave a final mighty lunge and as his spend gushed into her ravaged belly, she wept in despair as an orgasm she definitely did not want and had really tried not to have, swept over her.

Melissa’s humiliation was intense as her belly pulsed and spasmed and she was actually glad that her sweater hid her face, for she could not bear the thought of seeing the man’s arrogant pleasure as she was made to submit to his power over her.

He had forced her to respond and come even though she had not wanted to and her mind quailed to the shame of knowing she had been unable to resist his brutal violation.

Des pulled out from her quivering belly and smiled at his colleague as Melissa sagged in her bonds,

„Not bad,“ he said casually, „Not bad at all.“

„So I saw,“ Joe grinned, „Pity we haven’t got more time with her.“

„You’ll manage,“ Des laughed, „I’ll take my time going back upstairs and I’ll tell the boss you’re guarding her to make sure she doesn’t run away again. You should have about ten minutes or so.

Will that do you?“

„Hell, yes. In ten minutes I’ll have her eating out of my hand!“ Joe boasted and Melissa moaned bitterly, understanding that she was to be taken a second time.

As Des strolled away and turned the corner, Joe sent his fingers to Melissa’s wetly-glistening sex to stroke and fondle the engorged pink folds of her labia and roll the hard, protruding nub of her fleshy clitoris.

Melissa’s previous climax had hardly even begun to wane and as his hands moved on, and into her body, unbearable arousal seared through her belly.

It was too soon and far, far too much and she screamed abject pleas for mercy into her gag, twisting and writhing madly as the intense stimulation sent her reeling into a frenzied inferno of lust and submission to her enforced passion.

Scalding love juices flooded her belly as she came uncontrollably and she shook her head in appalled horror, unable to believe that such feelings could exist and that her body could be made to surrender so utterly-and so easily!

Sex as she had previously known it, had always been a gentle, loving act.

A mutual sharing of pleasure, for the enjoyment and delight of both participants.

Entered into willingly, in the expectation that both were equal and both were entitled to the rewards and joys of lovemaking.

The merciless pillaging that Melissa was now forced to endure, was something completely different and her previous experiences could never have prepared her for its effects upon her...

Her body juddered and bucked as the orgasm crashed over her, but the flames of her need, far from being extinguished, raged even hotter and her moans of despair began to give way to moans of longing and pleading as her resistance crumbled.

Melissa tried everything she knew to resist the treacherous betrayal of her body, but as with Des, was forced to succumb to the overwhelming power of her need, her brain no longer able to exert control over the devastating physical responses extracted from her sweat streaked body.

Exulting in his absolute dominance over the hapless blonde bound so defencelessly before him, Joe could contain himself no longer and freed his massive, rock-hard erection to send it spearing to the depths of Melissa’s gaping sex, his penetration aided by the copious juices oozing from her love-cleft.

Her hips arched to meet him, her internal muscles sucking him into the wet heat of her belly and he laughed in cruel triumph as he felt the unmistakable signals of her surrender.

He seized the wooden rail behind her and pulled with all his strength, crushing his body to hers, almost lifting her from the floor with the power of his thrusts as his thick shaft pistoned into the innermost core of her being.

Her belly shuddered and her breasts vibrated madly as she came again, but Melissa was quite powerless to control her responses and shrieked in misery even as her body exploded in molten tribute to his ruthless strength.

Deep in her reeling brain as blistering waves of ecstasy raged through her, Melissa felt the first, faint stirrings of a horrifying reality begin to take root.

There was pleasure to be found in being so utterly helpless!

She shook her head in denial, telling herself that such things could not be, that she must continue to resist, that she hated her bondage and the men who used her so cruelly-but Melissa could not deny the evidence of her own body.

The climaxes which overwhelmed her, the stimulation which raged through her breasts and belly, the undreamed-of depth and intensity of her surrenders, the furious passion generated by her inability to move or protest at what the men had done to her...these could not be denied: and Melissa’s eyes opened wide in shocked understanding as she realised that the white heat of her desires could never have been unleashed without the tight bonds securing her limbs and the gag sealing her lips.

Without them, the men could never have treated her with such merciless arrogance and she could never have allowed herself to submit to them with such shameful ease.

Once bound and gagged, though, the situation had changed...

No longer able to control what was done to her, Melissa had become the defenceless target of their male lusts and fantasies and the outcome had been inevitable.

Bondage had changed everything, her shame and fear turned to helpless submission and unbearable desire as she found herself at the mercy of two strong men, her body offered and open for their pleasure and use.

There had been nothing she could have done to save herself and that stark fact outweighed all others.

Held captive and subjected to a devastating attack which she could not avoid, Melissa had been forced to surrender-and in doing so, been propelled to heights of arousal and need far beyond her ability to control.

It was not her fault, no woman could have tried harder, but she had been defeated and knew that, while she remained a bound prisoner, men would always be able to force her to submit to them, no matter how hard she fought to resist.

The knowledge sent a fresh wave of heated juices flooding into her belly as she remembered that both she and her sister were captives.

What if they were not going to be set free?

What if they were kept tied up?

What if they were forced to submit to other men?

Melissa whimpered in terrible anguish.

What if... What if she liked it?

Her belly juddered helplessly and Joe gave a deep grunt, his embedded shaft twitching and jerking as he reached his peak.

Melissa squealed shrilly as his spend jetted into her belly to mix with the hot, swirling maelstrom of her orgasms, triggering yet another gush of her juices as she felt him come deep within her to set the seal of his dominance over her.

Spasming in climax, sweating and trembling in her bonds, Melissa sobbed as he pulled from her belly and she felt a wet trail of love juices trickle slowly from her yawning sex and down over her thigh as she balanced on her right leg.

She couldn’t even see him, for he did not remove the sweater pulled up over her head and she sobbed again, knowing what a shamefully erotic picture she must present.

„Horny little bitch, aren’t you?“ Joe sneered, „I enjoyed having you. Shame you’re being sent away, really. I wouldn’t mind having you around, especially on the night shift.“

He fell silent and Melissa shuddered, aware of his eyes on her body and of the disgraceful shiver of excitement his words sent rippling up her spine as she imagined being kept tied up and naked, locked away somewhere, to be brought out and taken whenever he or Des felt the urge.

Such feelings were totally alien to Melissa and as she struggled to come to terms with them, she heard the distant whine of the lift doors opening and the sound of several sets of footsteps approaching...

As he approached the Boardroom, Des reviewed the excuse he would give for taking so long.

Satisfied, he swung open the doors and marched in, his eyes immediately drawn to the naked blonde spread-eagled on the huge table, her gaping thighs liberally stained with silvery trails.

He tore his eyes away with a huge effort and saluted his boss, Andrew Morrison, then began his report, „The second girl has been captured and bound as you ordered, sir,“ he said, „It took longer than expected, sir, as she tried to escape. My partner has stayed with her, sir. Just to be quite certain.“

Morrison nodded, „Very well, a sensible precaution. „Where is she?“

„In the corridor by the loading dock, sir.“

„Good. That’s where we want her. OK, now release this one, but watch her closely. She kicks.“

Dawnelle laughed coldly and tossed Des the scissors, „You’ll need these.“

Maxine groaned bitterly and her blue eyes filled with tears as she heard that Melissa had not escaped, but was sensible enough to realise that any attempt on her part to resist again would be doomed to failure, lying still as the three Directors rose from their chairs to form a semi-circle around her as Des cut the straps binding her legs to the table.

„Get her on her feet,“ Morrison ordered and Des grabbed her, pulling her onto the floor and holding her strapped-together elbows in a firm grip.

„Keep quite still!“ Carlo Crespi snapped and Maxine shivered as he bent and linked her ankles together with another strap, allowing her about a foot of freedom.

„Right. Take her down to the loading bay.“

As Des gave her a shove, Maxine stumbled forward, almost falling as the strap between her ankles tightened suddenly and restricted her to tiny, awkward steps.

Escape was impossible and as Maxine made her slow and painful way out of the Boardroom and into the waiting lift, hot tears of misery rolled down her gagged cheeks, her despair compounded as Dawnelle taunted her, „Slut!“ the redhead hissed furiously, „Hot little tart! I hope I get the chance to give you the whipping you deserve!“

Maxine shivered in horror.

Why was the redhead so angry with her, so determined to punish her?

Wasn’t it enough that Maxine had been bound and gagged and taken by the two male Directors?

That she was to be enslaved in a foreign land?

The lift sighed to a stop, the doors slid open and Maxine was pushed forward and down a long corridor, her fears growing as she stumbled towards a fate she could not avoid.

A muffled scream of horror burst from Maxine’s nose as she turned the corner towards the loading bay and saw her sister...

Still balanced on one leg, her naked breasts and sex showing all too clearly the torments she had been made to endure, Melissa was equally as helpless and vulnerable as Maxine herself-and any last, faint hope died at the shocking sight.

Dawnelle took the scissors back from Des and as she began to slice through the leather of Melissa’s crumpled skirt, the captive blonde squealed shrilly, unable to see what was happening.

The leather fell away and Dawnelle turned her attention to the sweater over Melissa’s head, cutting and tearing it away until her wild, bulging eyes and gagged, sweat streaked face stared wildly up at the tall redhead.

„Hmm,“ Andrew Morrison commented casually, „Twins in every respect, it appears,“ and the twin sisters shuddered in unison as his cold eyes swept over their naked bodies, assessing two pairs of full matching breasts, two pairs of slim, well-shaped legs and the softly curving roundness of belly and buttocks.

Joe straightened as Morrison looked at him, „I see you did not waste your time with this young lady,“ he said calmly.

„Sir,“ Joe replied respectfully, „She tried to escape, sir.“

„Oh, no need to be nervous,“ Morrison chuckled, „I certainly don’t mind and as she’s going to be enslaved anyway, she will have to get used to it, won’t she?“

He ignored Melissa’s stunned whimper as she learned what her future was to be and nodded at Carlo Crespi, „Do you still have the straps, Carlo?“

He did and as Melissa tugged vainly at her bonds, he fitted one to each of her wrists, elbows, knees and ankles, exactly as he had done to Maxine.

When he had finished, Morrison ordered Joe to release Melissa’s handcuffs.

Conscious that he was being watched by his boss, Joe gave her not the smallest chance to escape, leaving her left ankle cuffed to the rail so that she could not possibly make a fool of him by resisting successfully.

In seconds, she was cuffed once again and only then did he release her ankle and take a firm grip on her left arm.

„Very good. Take these slaves to the loading bay,“ Morrison ordered and as the two girls were marched out, they trembled helplessly as the word „slave“ was applied to them for the first time.

When she saw the open container waiting, Melissa fought like a wildcat, kicking and struggling with panicky fury and it took the combined efforts of Joe and Crespi to haul her thrashing body inside.

Only when she was forced back against the side wall and a broad plastic securing strap clamped about her throat to hold her in place, did Melissa give up the unequal battle, her breasts heaving and tears running down her cheeks as she was forced to accept defeat.

Trembling in despair, she allowed her legs to be spread and strapped immovably at knees and ankles, then submitted to having her arms released, spread equally wide and her elbows and wrists clamped in place.

A last strap at her waist completed her bondage and her eyes showed her helpless horror as she found herself utterly immobilised, incapable of the smallest voluntary movement.

Morrison turned to Maxine, „I’m sure you see how useless it is to fight,“ he said coldly. „If you even try to cause any trouble, both you and your sister will learn to regret it,“ his eyes bored into hers and she felt an icy chill run up her spine.

Much as she wanted to resist being tied in the container, Melissa’s efforts had shown how hopeless their situation was-and she believed Morrison.

She had good reason to, for the throbbing ache in her shoulders reminded her that she had tried to defy him once-and been cruelly punished for it.

Maxine’s eyes slid away from his gaze and he nodded in satisfaction, „Very sensible. OK, she won’t be any trouble.“

As she was pushed into the container and positioned against the wall opposite her sister, all Maxine could do was to give an apologetic shrug and hope that Melissa would understand.

There was no point in fighting if you were certain to lose.

Was there?

The straps between her ankles and at her elbows were cut, then, as Maxine was bound into a standing spread-eagle exactly as Melissa had been, it was too late to wonder.

It was not, however, too late to worry, for, as the two Security Guards fetched a comfortable armchair and positioned it between the bound girls, they realised that they were to be accompanied on their journey.

„Have a good trip, Dawnelle,“ Morrison said and the redhead chuckled richly.

„Oh, I shall,“ she assured him, „I have lots of ideas in mind to pass the next twelve hours.“

Her eyes glittered with a malice that boded ill for her two captives and Maxine shuddered in fear as she realised that Dawnelle was to have an uninterrupted twelve hours to do exactly as she wished with them both!

„Fetch my bags from my car, please,“ Dawnelle asked and Des hurried out.

„I’ll notify Mr Shimatsu that you’re on your way,“ Morrison said and as Dawnelle nodded, Maxine realised what her final destination was to be.

The other side of the world!

Over ten thousand miles away!

She didn’t speak the language. Didn’t know the customs! Knew nobody... not a single person!

The full horror of the plan sank into her brain and she shrieked into her gag, knowing that both she and Melissa were in a trap from which there could never be an escape!

Her fingers clawed at empty air, her eyes wild with terror, but as Dawnelle watched with an evil smile on her lovely face, Maxine’s frantic efforts achieved precisely nothing and as Des returned with the redhead’s luggage and the final farewells were made, the distraught captive subsided into an abyss of black despair.

The doors of the container clanged shut and Dawnelle moved her chair to where Melissa stood.

„Now, slave,“ she said, sitting down and relaxing, „I shall explain to you what your sister already knows. Why you are here and what is going to happen to you.“

She reached down and zipped one of her bags open, extracting a pack of cigarettes and a lighter, lighting one and blowing out a lazy plume of smoke, „Your sister is a very honest woman,“ she began, „And also a very stupid one. She found out about a rather large fraud, but instead of being

sensible and finding out who was running it and maybe cutting herself in on the deal, she went straight to the top and reported to Morrison. The trouble was, he was part of the fraud, along with me and Crespi and Shimatsu himself. Well, we couldn’t have that, now could we? And with her being so honest, we couldn’t trust her to take a cut and keep quiet. So we came up with another idea and this is it. We’re all on our way to a private island that Shimatsu owns. A very private island!

One where he and a few close friends can really enjoy themselves and be quite certain that nobody will disturb them. And to help them enjoy themselves, he has some-what should I call them-permanent staff? No, let’s call them slaves, shall we? Very submissive, very obedient slaves, in fact.

Slaves just like you and your sister are going to become!“ her voice grew cold and hard, „Slaves who will serve in any way that Shimatsu and his guests desire.“

Melissa’s eyes grew wide with disbelief as Dawnelle spoke and she shook her head as much as the strap about her throat would allow, unwilling... unable... to accept the truth of what she was hearing.

Dawnelle chuckled cruelly and reached into her bag for a second time, „We have twelve hours together,“ she said softly, „Hopefully that will be enough to convince you that what I say is true.

You are both to become slaves, whether you believe it or not and one of the first things a slave must learn is the importance of discipline.“

She removed her hand from the bag and Melissa gave a gasping whimper.

„This,“ Dawnelle announced, „is a crop. It is used to discipline slaves and as you will find out, I am an expert at doing just that. As slaves, you will doubtless be cropped regularly. You certainly would be if you were mine, but perhaps Shimatsu will be more lenient. Either way, you will find out and you might as well begin to learn what it means to be a slave right away.“

Without another word she lifted the crop high and sent it slashing across Melissa’s left thigh, the abbreviated whistle of its descent punctuated by the sharp crack of leather on flesh.

For a frozen instant there was dead silence, then, as a vivid red stripe blossomed on her thigh and blistering heat erupted through her pinioned body, Melissa gave a muffled scream and her muscles corded in a vain attempt to alleviate the pain of the unexpected blow.

Dawnelle watched her carefully, judging her reaction and as the stunned disbelief in Melissa’s eyes changed to horrified understanding that she could, and would, be whipped, the tall redhead struck again.

A second stinging stripe adorned Melissa’s right thigh and she howled into her gag, her body shot through with flaring heat.

Casually, Dawnelle applied six more blows to Melissa’s flinching legs, forming a neat pattern of smarting red lines up the fronts of her thighs until the captive blonde whimpered and shuddered in pained anguish and tears poured down her gagged cheeks as she learned the lesson of her subjugation.

The tip of the crop reached out and Melissa moaned in helpless denial as it tapped insistently at her sensitive nipples.

To her intense shame, the delicate crinkled buds responded instinctively, stiffening to the leather’s caress as Dawnelle’s skilled and obviously well-practised stimulation, overcame Melissa’s fear and desire to resist.

At each tap, a jolt of unwanted arousal speared through Melissa’s breasts and, despite her humiliation, she could not help becoming sexually excited as her nipples grew fully erect.

Defenceless in her bondage, she squealed in panic as the crop descended from her throbbing breasts to the hugely spread entrance of her sex and her eyes filled with a fearful longing as she anticipated the terrible havoc Dawnelle could create with a simple flick of her wrist.

If she chose, Dawnelle could give Melissa exquisite pleasure... or, if she was cruel, terrible agony and as Melissa realised just how totally she was in the power of the dominant redhead, the true reality of her slavery was burned into her quailing brain.

The crop slid gently between the slippery petals of Melissa’s parted labia and she screamed softly as unbearable arousal ignited a fierce fire in her sex and belly which only an orgasm could extinguish.

An orgasm that only Dawnelle could give her.

She raised her eyes to stare pleadingly at the dominant woman, knowing as she did so, that it was an admission of her subjugation to Dawnelle’s will... but Melissa’s need was strong within her and she was powerless in its grasp.

Dawnelle read the signal so clearly written in Melissa’s soft blue eyes... and laughed mockingly.

„When I’m ready, slave,“ she sneered, „I know what you want, but you’re only a slave. I make the decisions, not you!“ and she took the crop from Melissa’s body.

The sheer arrogance of Dawnelle’s treatment of her took Melissa’s breath away, but as she gasped in shock, the fire in her belly redoubled to the knowledge that the redhead spoke the absolute truth.

She really did make all the decisions and if she chose to make Melissa wait for the orgasm she desperately wanted, then wait was exactly what Melissa would have to do!

It was a clear demonstration of Dawnelle’s power and the heat of Melissa’s cropped thighs mingled with the heat in her belly as she realised that it was only a foretaste of what might lie ahead for herself and her sister.

Highly aroused, but denied her climax, Melissa shivered with fear as she visualised a future where Dawnelle, and others like her, could arouse and crop their captives as they saw fit.

A future where slaves existed for the sexual pleasure of their captors.

It hardly seemed possible... yet, in less than twelve hours, it would be only too real.

She remembered Joe’s eyes as he had told her that he would like to keep her tied up and her own immediate excitement at the idea...

There were men out there who wanted to enslave women... and, soon, she would meet one who had made the idea into a reality.

Maxine had watched with growing horror as her sister was cropped and aroused and as Dawnelle left Melissa frustrated and in need, Maxine knew that her turn had come.

She steeled herself as best she could, knowing that Dawnelle disliked her, but could not prevent her body trembling as the redhead swivelled to face her and raised her crop.

„And now you, you bitch,“ Dawnelle said venomously, „I’ll teach you not to make me look stupid.“

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