Captain bound, forced climax | bdsm stories | Sisters in Slavery 3

In the close confines of the freight container, still spread-eagled helplessly, Maxine slumped against her bonds; her naked body bedewed with sweat and her thighs and softly curved belly criss-crossed with red stripes testifying to her painful induction into slavery.

Almost twelve hours had elapsed since Dawnelle had turned to her and begun to wreak her revenge and in that time, Maxine had lost count of the number of times the crop had lashed out to send searing heat through her body or toyed with her breasts and sex until she teetered on the edge of climax.

Yet, never once had she been permitted to come and although she had screamed and wept and pleaded to be allowed to climax, Dawnelle had steadfastly refused to relent, her lovely face devoid of pity as she had denied Maxine the release her tormented body craved.

Over and over again, a mixture of cropping and arousal had forced Maxine to a peak of sexual arousal, her body shuddering with need, but then Dawnelle had left her to her frustrated misery, turning her attentions to Melissa until Maxine’s feverish passions ebbed somewhat.

Then the cycle of pain and pleasure had begun again, driving Maxine beyond reason, her body responding uncontrollably to both stimuli until she could no longer even tell one from the other.

Propelled into a raging inferno of punishment and lust, Maxine was simply overwhelmed by a barrage of sensations the like of which she had never imagined, let alone experienced, and was totally unable to retain even the smallest measure of self-control, her body spiralling into a timeless limbo of abject submission to Dawnelle’s ruthless dominance.

If she had been able, Maxine would have gone to her knees to beg for mercy, to plead for a climax, to offer herself as the lowliest, most humble of slaves-but she was denied even that!

As Dawnelle built her yet again to a straining pinnacle of enforced need, Maxine finally reached the outermost limit of her resistance. The invisible, but all too real, boundary beyond which lay an abyss of submission and bondage and subjugation to the will of others.

On one side was freedom, on the other, slavery and as Maxine stared down from the sexual

„high“ imposed upon her, the last tiny protest of her arousal-numbed brain warned her that she must draw back and not take the last, irreversible step.

The crop slashed cruelly across her smarting thighs, then slid into the slickly oozing channel of her sex and as a shrill scream of ecstatic anguish was torn from her throat, Maxine was sent hurtling into irrevocable slavery!

Oblivious to everything but the incandescent fury of her passion, Maxine surrendered to the inevitable, appalled by what she knew to be a terrible mistake, but unable to resist the demands of her sexuality for an instant longer.

Deep in her rolling belly, a tremendous orgasm welled upward and as it exploded unstoppably into her body, Maxine arched, her bonds marking her straining flesh as she screamed a delirious welcome to the towering waves of love juices that crashed and surged and boiled into her belly and sex as she pulsed and juddered in her first, shattering climax as a slave.

Her eyes opened wide in rapturous delight and her fingers clawed at the empty air as Maxine learned what a slave’s climax could be and her belly spasmed and burned with the power of her release...but then she began to understand what such intensity of passion revealed about her and a tremble of sudden fear raced up her spine.

She had climaxed as a slave, far more strongly and deeply than she would have believed possible, even more deeply than when she had been taken by Morrison and Crespi...but this time, she had not been taken, or even been touched by anything but the leather crop!

Her mind quailed as she tried to imagine how she would have been forced to respond if it had been a man’s hands or lips on her body and she whimpered in horror, realising far too late, that her body held reserves of passion she had never even begun to consider.

As a slave, particularly in bondage, those reserves could be-no, would be-explored and used by her captors.

In the process, giving themselves great pleasure and enslaving Maxine ever more helplessly to their will.

She whimpered in alarm, realising that she had betrayed herself and looked anxiously towards Dawnelle, praying that the cruel redhead had not realised the extent of her success in forcing Maxine to display such shamefully submissive tendencies.

The cat-like grin on Dawnelle’s face sent Maxine’s spirits plunging.

Dawnelle clearly knew exactly how successful she had been and her words confirmed it, „So, slave,“ she said spitefully, „Now we both know what a randy little slut you are. I knew you were weak, but even I thought you’d put up a better fight than that! You deserve to be a slave and I’m going to make quite sure that Shimatsu knows how hot you are and how easy it is to make you submit. You even climaxed to my little crop, you stupid bitch. Slaves usually have to be trained and conditioned to do that, but not you. Oh, no. You were born to be a slave and now you are! And that, my sweet Maxine, gives me a great deal of pleasure. But not as much as seeing you in chains, kneeling at my feet and begging to be allowed to please me will!“

With that, Dawnelle turned away and settled back in her chair, lighting a cigarette and ignoring both of her captives.

Maxine’s eyes filled with hot tears of despair and humiliation, the pleasure of her climax forgotten in the miserable knowledge that Dawnelle was right.

Maxine knew she had been weak and had submitted, but what else could she have done?

Now, she was going to be made to suffer for something she couldn’t help.

And Dawnelle would be there, to watch and sneer.

Spread-eagled to the opposite wall, Melissa watched sympathetically as the tears trickled down her sister’s face.

It was all she could do, for she, too, was as tightly bound as Maxine and her body bore almost as many smarting stripes, although she had, to her relief, been slightly less harshly treated than her twin.

Her breasts and sex, though, had received just as much attention and more than once, Melissa had trembled on the brink of orgasm, her body needing only the smallest of nudges to send her spinning into climax.

That she had not, so far, done so, was merely her good fortune rather than any strength of character on her part and she knew that if Dawnelle had chosen to force her to surrender completely, as Maxine had been forced, then she could not have resisted any more effectively.

The sheer power of Maxine’s climax when it eventually came, shocked and frightened Melissa, for she knew it could easily have been her and as Maxine screamed and shuddered in surrender, the younger blonde knew that her own enforced submission to slavery could not be long delayed.

In less than half a day, Dawnelle had proven that a female captive, no matter how unwilling, could be converted-at least temporarily-from a free and independent woman, to a helplessly responsive and submissive slave-to-be.

But if that temporary conversion was to be made permanent and reinforced, what then...?

Melissa did not want to think of that...

As both disconsolate, aching and almost exhausted prisoners worried over their unenviable future, the barely discernable engines of the jet aircraft which had transported them across the world began to spool down towards a landing, bringing moans of anguish and fear from the sisters.

„Not long now, slaves,“ Dawnelle chuckled, „Then your new lives will begin.“

The wheels thumped the tarmac and the engines whined in reverse as the aircraft slowed to a halt, then, minutes later, the three occupants of the container felt a jolt as they were off-loaded.

Knowing it might be their very last chance of rescue, Maxine and Melissa whined and screamed as loudly as they could into the gags over their lips, hoping against hope that someone might hear and investigate.

Dawnelle lashed out with her crop, bringing squeals of pain from both women, then chuckled again,

„Don’t waste your breath, slaves,“ she snapped, „These containers are virtually soundproof. Why do you think we could hardly hear the engines, eh? Nobody is going to hear you.“

Once again, she was proved right and as the container came to a halt, the two sisters exchanged glances of growing fear, horrified that their last hope was gone.

With a loud rattle of metal bolts, the door of the container was unlocked and thrown wide and as glaring artificial light flooded in, five men walked through the entrance.

Maxine and Melissa squealed in terrible panic, wrenching madly at their bound limbs as greedy eyes fastened on their spread-eagled nudity, but were powerless to hide their bodies from the five strangers and whimpered in shame and terror as they were forced to endure the men’s scrutiny.

Dawnelle rose from her chair, smiling, „Mr Shimatsu. How are you, sir?“

Shimatsu, almost as tall as the redhead, thin, with sleek black hair and dressed in an immaculate white suit, bowed to the redhead, „Ah, Dawnelle, my dear,“ he said in faultless English, „How delightful to see you again. I trust you had a good trip? Let me introduce you to Ito Siteki, my trusty right hand man and advisor.“

Dawnelle turned to the second man and it was instantly clear that she did not like what she saw.

„Mr Siteki,“ she said coldly, looking down her nose at him.

„Miss O’Keefe,“ he replied, equally coolly.

Siteki was a complete contrast to his employer, being short, almost square, with immensely broad shoulders denoting massive physical strength and deep-set, glittering black eyes beneath close-cropped black hair.

„These others are the Captain and crew of my junk,“ Shimatsu explained, „They will provide any muscle we may need. Now, if you would introduce me to your... ah... companions?“

Dawnelle chuckled, „Certainly, Izeki,“ she agreed, affecting not to notice Siteki’s start of surprise as she used Shimatsu’s first name, „The slave on the right is Maxine Osborne, the other is her twin sister, Melissa.“

He moved towards the two girls, ignoring the blushes that rose into their cheeks and their muffled whines of protest as he inspected their proffered bodies, „They are rather attractive,“ he said calmly,

„Better than I expected. You will enjoy training them, Siteki.“

„I enjoy training any woman,“ the muscular Oriental declared flatly. „Especially Europeans.“

Dawnelle frowned, „And why is that?“ she enquired stiffly, „What difference is there?“

Siteki allowed his hard eyes to travel up her tall body and Dawnelle flushed angrily as they lingered on her firm breasts before rising to her face, „You do not know how to please men,“ he said simply, then bared his teeth in a mirthless smile. „But you do scream prettily when you are whipped.“

Dawnelle’s eyes sparkled with fury, suspecting that she was being mocked, but not quite sure enough to counter attack.

She smiled tightly. „You enjoy your work, I would imagine?“

„Indeed I do, Miss O’Keefe.“

„Hmm, yes, you would. Whipping women in bondage must be very... demanding... for you.“

It was Siteki’s turn to try to conceal his anger as he was mocked and his muscles tensed beneath his shirt as he fought to control himself.

„I manage,“ he snapped and turned away to where Shimatsu stood.

Dawnelle allowed herself a brief smile, then joined them.

For Maxine and Melissa, unable to cover their nudity or even speak, it was already a nightmare and it immediately got worse as Siteki subjected them both to a humiliatingly detailed inspection, even weighing their breasts in his huge hands as they squealed in futile protest.

His fingers traced the fading red marks of Dawnelle’s crop, „You seem to enjoy whipping slaves yourself,“ he commented and she bridled.

„I assumed you wouldn’t mind, Izeki,“ she appealed to Shimatsu, „After all, they are slaves.“

„True,“ the tall millionaire answered, „They are, however, my slaves and I would have preferred their first whipping to be at my bidding.“

„Well, you should have said so then,“ Dawnelle responded rudely, „How was I supposed to know?“

„It is of little consequence,“ Shimatsu said easily, „I am sure I will have the opportunity with another slave at some point. Just forget about it.“

Siteki gestured to the three waiting crewmen, „Cut them down,“ he ordered. „Hogtie them, gag them properly and bring them to the junk,“ and he strode out of the container.

„Come, Dawnelle,“ Shimatsu took her arm, „I have champagne waiting aboard my junk. We shall drink a toast to my new slaves, then you can brief me on how the „Black“ file came to be breached.“

„I can’t understand it,“ Dawnelle shook her head, „It shouldn’t have happened.“

„No,“ Shimatsu agreed shortly, „It shouldn’t. I trust you have ideas to stop it happening again, because I do not tolerate failure, as you well know.“

The redhead licked her lips nervously, „Yes, sir. I know that and I won’t let you down.“

„Good. Then there is nothing to worry about. Come, let us drink champagne,“ and he led her out of the container.

Leaving Maxine and Melissa alone with the sailors.

The Captain, slim and well muscled, pointed to Melissa and gave an order in his native tongue.

One of the sailors took a clasp knife from his pocket and as his mate uncoiled a length of thin nylon rope, sawed through the plastic straps securing Melissa’s ankles.

Almost completely numbed by her long confinement, Melissa’s legs could barely support her and she was given no time to recover, the second sailor quickly making four loops of the line around her ankles, cinching the loops with two turns between her legs, then drawing it all taut before tying a tight, non-slip knot and using his own knife to cut off the remaining rope.

When the remaining straps were cut from Melissa’s body, he repeated the process with her arms, securing her wrists behind her, but leaving a two-foot tail of rope dangling.

Forced to her knees and then to her belly on the floor, Melissa wriggled and whined in protest as her legs were bent up behind her, but the wiry sailors were too strong and easily overpowered her, passing the rope tail through between her ankles and pulling it cruelly taut.

The resulting tension forced her feet tight up to her buttocks and dragged her wrists downwards, hollowing her spine into a deep curve until her breasts and thighs barely brushed the floor and she was completely immobilised.

With the same ruthless efficiency, the two sailors bound Maxine in an identical manner alongside her sister and the slaves exchanged frightened glances as they tested their bondage and discovered, as they had feared, that knots tied by sailors did not loosen no matter how much they strained and tugged.

The Captain crouched low and stared into their frightened faces as they arched their necks to look up at him, then reached into his pocket and produced two thick leather cylinders attached to buckled leather straps, „I am ordered to gag you with these,“ he said slowly, concentrating on his English, „You must be quiet or I will have to punish you.“

Maxine whimpered and Melissa tried to shake her head, but the Captain had his orders and was unmoved by their evident distress.

Thankfully, the sweat and tears of their hours in Dawnelle’s clutches had weakened the adhesion of the sticky tape sealing their lips and the sailors were able to unwind and peel the stuff from their cheeks and mouths without too much trouble and discomfort.

That, however, was the only thing to be grateful for, because as soon as the tape was removed from Maxine’s lips, the Captain thrust the leather cylinder against her mouth.

Foolishly, the blonde clenched her teeth in a bid to prevent herself being gagged.

It was a bad mistake and the Captain’s reaction was both instant and painful for her.

His free hand dropped to her right nipple and his thumb and forefinger gave a sharp pinch to the tender bud!

Maxine’s head arched backwards, her mouth opening instinctively in a squeal of pain and shock...

and his other hand rammed the gag home.

His action was brutally effective, Maxine never had a chance and as he buckled the strap tightly behind her neck, her cheeks bulged and she panted for air through flaring nostrils, her eyes reflecting the helplessness and despair she felt at being so easily defeated.

He turned to Melissa, „Open your mouth.“

It was a forlorn hope, but she had to try, „Please?“ she asked humbly, her eyes fixed on his,

„Please?“

„Open your mouth. Now!“

There was nothing more to do and Melissa shivered, allowing her soft lips to part.

The gag sank into her mouth, pinning her tongue and she spluttered as it wedged between her back teeth and the buckle drew taut.

She was silenced and in her stringent hogtie, as hopelessly vulnerable as Maxine.

The Captain rose to his feet and barked an order to his men, who immediately bent and rolled the two women onto their sides and then lifted them effortlessly in their arms.

Face up and with their naked breasts and bellies fully exposed in a graceful curve to the eyes of the men who carried them, Maxine and Melissa were deliciously tempting targets.

Without a word, the Captain lowered his lips to Maxine’s proffered left breast and sucked her nipple into his mouth, his tongue and lips working busily.

A split second later, the crewman’s mouth surrounded her right breast and Maxine writhed feebly in her bondage as arousal coursed through her quivering torso.

Following his Captain’s example, Melissa’s carrier sent his lips plunging to her breasts to nuzzle and suck at her nipples, his teeth nipping at her flesh and combining intense arousal with tiny, darting pains.

As the incessant arousal surged through their hogtied bodies, both slaves squealed into their mouth filling gags but were totally unable to evade the lips of their captors or prevent the inexorable heat that grew in their bellies.

Feasting on the defenceless flesh so delightfully presented before them, the Captain and his crew took full advantage of their good fortune to extract every ounce of pleasure to be had from their helpless captives, delaying for as long as possible the moment when they had to take the women to Shimatsu’s junk.

But at last, they could wait no longer and took their lips from the shuddering, gasping bodies of the hugely aroused sisters, chuckling among themselves as Maxine and Melissa stared wildly up in a mixture of anguish and frustration.

„Hot slaves,“ the Captain grinned, „Maybe we will have more time one day. My crew and I would like that.“

Maxine moaned, knowing it might happen and horribly aware that the prospect was not as repugnant to her as it surely should have been.

She didn’t know what was happening to her, but each time her tightly bound and gagged body was ravaged, it responded more and more helplessly and more and more willingly.

Almost as if it wanted to be subjugated and used as a full slave.

It was awful-and yet-she could not stop it happening.

As if... As if, deep down, she wanted it to happen.

But she didn’t, she told herself desperately, blue eyes filling with tears, she truly didn’t...

Please...?

Unaware of her sister’s grim battle to prevent herself sliding further into slavery, Melissa had her own problems.

Somehow, the man carrying her had managed to insinuate one of his fingers between her bottom cheeks and as he followed his Captain from the container, his digit probed and pressed at the tight ring of her anal passage.

Clenching her buttocks, Melissa gazed up at the man’s smiling face, feeling herself turning bright red as his finger forced its way past her defences and bored into her body.

Her instinctive wriggle only made things worse and she gasped as his exploring finger sent shameful excitement tingling through her belly.

It was a totally new experience for Melissa and to her embarrassment, she found that she rather liked it.

At every step, the man’s finger moved, constantly changing the depth and angle of his penetration of her and the novel sensation of having her bottom filled by a rapidly shifting plug caused her to feel humiliation and delightful arousal in roughly equal measures.

Outside, stars glittered like diamonds against the night sky and there was just enough light for Melissa to make out the black bulk of a warehouse behind her and two tall masts of a boat moored alongside the jetty.

Siteki materialised out of the shadows as the sisters were carried up the steep gangplank and onto the deck of Shimatsu’s junk, „Take them below,“ he ordered, „Mr Shimatsu wants to get under way immediately.“

The two crewmen nodded respectfully and carried Maxine and Melissa down to a small windowless cabin and lay them on the bare wooden floor, then checked to make sure that their bonds had not loosened.

Satisfied, they smiled at each other and sent their hands to the sister’s outthrust breasts, rolling and tweaking their already hard nipples, as the hogtied blondes gasped in unison and jerked like landed fish to their rough touch.

The coughing roar of diesel engines starting up brought the brief arousal to an end and the two crewmen hurried out to assist their Captain, locking the cabin behind them.

Helpless and aroused, Melissa and Maxine stared at each other, their eyes mirroring the despair each felt as the engines settled to a smooth rumble and the junk began to move, carrying them away from their old, safe lives and everything they knew and trusted, towards Shimatsu’s private island.

Where their new existence, as trained, submissive bondage slaves would begin!

For some time, both girls surrendered to the hopelessness of their situation and the tiny cabin filled with the sound of muffled sobs as the tears flowed, but eventually Maxine, the older of the two, forced herself to overcome her terror and began to twist and tug at the ropes binding her limbs, seeking for any weakness or slack that might enable her to wriggle free.

She closed her mind to what might come after that first step, knowing that if she allowed herself to weigh the odds against them being able to break down the cabin door, evade recapture by the six dominants and then take over control of the junk, she would give up there and then.

And if she did that, she and Melissa were finished!

Melissa caught on fast, copying Maxine’s efforts and straining against her bonds, but could not quite get her clawing fingers to the knots.

Very close, maddeningly close, but not quite close enough.

Time sped past as the sisters arched and struggled and panted, but the knots remained out of reach in spite of their efforts.

Ever more frustrated by her inability to loosen the stubborn ropes, Maxine hit on a different tactic and with convulsive twists of her body, managed to turn over so that her back was to her sister.

Melissa frowned as Melissa grunted urgently, but then, as she realised the significance of her twin’s action and the meaning of her twiddling fingers, she began to rock from side to side, until she too, was able to roll herself over.

Inch by inch, Maxine wriggled backwards until her stretched fingers made contact with the tight rope linking Melissa’s wrists and ankles.

Fumbling blindly behind her back, working by touch alone, Maxine located the knot and began to tug at the slippery nylon, her fingers clumsy with anxiety.

Almost at once, to her astonishment and delight, she felt the knot begin to loosen and redoubled her efforts, working as fast as she could in sudden fear that the crewmen might return and catch her before she could finish.

Melissa’s legs sprang out straight as the knot unravelled and she gave an inarticulate cry of joy and renewed hope.

It was true that her wrists and ankles were still bound, but if Maxine could undo just one more knot, they might yet succeed in cheating Dawnelle and Shimatsu.

Behind her, the cabin door crashed open and as Maxine gave a deep groan of bitter disappointment, Melissa knew that their small success had come too late...

Framed in the doorway, Siteki’s massive figure towered over them, his thin lips drawn back from his teeth in a mirthless grin, „Very good, slaves,“ he chuckled mockingly. „My congratulations on a most spirited performance. Mr Shimatsu and I thoroughly enjoyed watching you on closed circuit television from the saloon.“

The revelation that their efforts had all been for nothing, that they had never had the slightest chance of escaping and that they had only been allowed to build up their hopes in order to have them dashed, was too much to bear and both girls wept inconsolably, their shoulders heaving with sobs.

Siteki stared down at them and his face grew hard and merciless, „You are slaves,“ he told them coldly, „And slaves you will remain. You were allowed to think that you might escape because it amused us. But the time for amusement is over. In six hours, we will arrive at Mr Shimatsu’s island and your training will begin. Training that I will personally supervise and you will find out that I take my duties most seriously. As slaves, you will learn instant obedience, total submission and the meaning of discipline and when you fully understand those three, you will be taught how to please your Masters as a full and willing slave.“

His words and the tone of his voice left the sisters no room for doubt and their sobs intensified as he pulled Melissa to one side of the cabin and used the hogtie rope that Maxine had undone with such effort, to bind her wrists to a steel ring bolted to the wooden bulkhead.

Drained of any will to resist, Maxine lay passively as he then untied her hogtie rope, dragged her to the opposite bulkhead and lashed her wrists to a second ring, securing her some eight feet away from her sister.

„Rest,“ he ordered, „In six hours your training begins,“ and he strode from the cabin, leaving the two distraught blondes even more hopelessly bound than before.

Wide blue eyes stared numbly at identical misery opposite, then fell away, neither girl able to stand the abject defeat in the other’s face and their heads bowed as each surrendered to total despair.

Neither attempted to fight their bonds, knowing it was useless.

Slowly, their sobbing died away and their tears dried on their faces, replaced by grudging acceptance as the mental stress and physical exertion of the previous hours took their inevitable toll.

The steady throbbing of the engines and the gentle movement of the junk as it ploughed onwards became almost hypnotic and incredibly, despite their fears and the discomfort of their bondage, both girls slipped into an exhausted sleep.

A change in the engine’s beat brought Melissa swimming up from the black pit of unconsciousness and for a brief moment, she could not understand why she was not in her own familiar bed, safe at home.

The dull aching of her gagged jaws and the sight of her naked sister told her that she had not dreamed the awful events of the previous day and as memory flooded back, she gave a shrill scream of anguish.

Her squeal shocked Maxine awake and as her eyes opened, she trembled wildly, instantly noting the reduction of the engine’s speed and understanding only too well what it indicated.

They had reached Shimatsu’s island.

Feet thudded across the deck above them and the junk gave a gentle lurch as it came alongside, the engines dying to silence.

Maxine stared at her sister, then fixed her gaze on the door through which their captors would appear.

For five minutes, nothing happened and she began to wonder if they had been forgotten, but then feet clattered towards them and the Captain and his two crewmen hurried into the cabin.

Without a word they untied Maxine and Melissa from the rings and hauled them to their feet, one holding each girl tightly by the elbows as the third released their ankles.

After being immobilised for so long, their legs were quite numb, but as circulation began to return, both girls groaned with the exquisite agony of pins and needles.

The moment they could walk, they were pushed forward and taken from the cabin up to the deck, their eyes immediately blinded by the fierce sunlight.

Squinting against the harsh light, they saw Shimatsu, Dawnelle and Siteki waiting and, behind them, a steep, rocky cliff fringed by a narrow golden beach at its base and topped by dense green trees.

Propelled over to the waiting trio and forced to their knees before them, Maxine and Melissa winced and squealed as hands knotted in their hair dragged their heads back, compelling them to stare up at the blue sky and bending their bodies into a strained curve.

Siteki glowered down at them and prodded none too gently at Maxine’s thighs with his shoe,

„Spread your legs,“ he snapped, „Slaves are never permitted to close their thighs.“

Her crewman reinforced the order with a sharp tug at her hair and with a choking sob, Maxine obeyed, forcing her knees apart until the soft pink lips of her sex gaped shamefully wide.

From the corner of her eye, Melissa witnessed her sister’s shame, but then her own hair was pulled and she had no alternative but to spread herself in the same humiliating fashion.

Siteki grunted, „Barely adequate, but you will improve. Take careful note of this position, slaves, it is how you will display your submission whenever you are in the presence of your Masters.“

„And Mistresses,“ Dawnelle interjected and Siteki turned to give her a long, hard look before turning back.

„Yes. And so-called... Mistresses,“ he spat out the last word and Dawnelle’s lips compressed with fury.

„What do you mean by that?“ she cried angrily, „I am a Mistress and I’ve had slavegirls of my own!“

„And where are these slaves now? While you are here?“

„Well... Well I don’t have one at the moment,“ Dawnelle admitted, „I got bored with dominating my last one, so I let her go.“

Siteki nodded his close cropped head, „How convenient,“ he said sarcastically, „And how like a Westerner to let a slave go.“

Dawnelle reddened and would have continued the argument, but Shimatsu interrupted.

„My dear,“ he said smoothly, „I am sure that Ito meant no insult to your abilities as a Mistress. It is merely convenient that you should have nothing to distract you while you are here. Is that not so, my friend?“ and he looked meaningfully at the muscular Siteki, who nodded briefly.

„Then we have work to do,“ Shimatsu continued, „There are slaves to train and I think that it would be interesting to see how a combination of both Eastern and Western skills would work. If you agree, Dawnelle, I would like you to work with Ito to train these two.“

Mollified by his words, the redhead swallowed her dislike of Siteki and forced a smile, „As you wish, Izeki. I am sure there is much he can teach me.“

„Good. Then it is settled,“ he turned to the junk’s Captain, „Take Miss O’Keefe up to the house and get her settled in. We will take the second Jeep and bring the slaves.“

As Dawnelle walked down the gangplank, climbed into the open Jeep and was driven away up a steep, winding path up the cliffs, Maxine and Melissa were pulled to their feet and marched over to a second Jeep where, to their dismay, long ropes were knotted about their throats and attached to the vehicle’s towing ring.

While that was being done, Shimatsu motioned Siteki to his side, „Patience, my friend,“ he began,

„I share your feelings about Dawnelle. She has no respect for our Eastern traditions and ways, but that is to be expected. Europeans have allowed their women to believe themselves equal to men and she thinks her beauty and her intelligence offer her protection from her natural role. She is blind to the fact that here, on this island, she is already our captive. Simply a lovely slave who does not yet know that she is a slave! So bide your time, my friend, ignore her arrogance as I have ignored her insufferable use of my first name and when I have used her skills to repair the damage caused to my financial dealings by her stupidity, you will have your revenge. She will be yours, Ito. I give her to you, to use as you will, in return for the many years of loyal service you have given to me.“

Siteki stared at his employer, then bowed low, „You honour me, sir,“ he replied, „And I am deeply grateful. I will do as you ask until you tell me she has completed her task.“

Shimatsu chuckled, „And then, my friend...?“

Siteki’s lips curved in a wolfish grin, „Then, sir, she will find that I have more to teach her than she has ever dreamed of in her worst nightmare. She thinks herself to be a Mistress, but I shall make her a slave and she will serve me better than any slave has ever served a Master! I swear it on my ancestors and my honour!“

The vow was the most serious and binding that Siteki could have given and Shimatsu nodded gravely.

Though she did not know it, Dawnelle O’Keefe’s freedom could now be counted in hours.

And the clock was ticking...

Tethered by the neck, Maxine and Melissa waited in the hot sun as Shimatsu and Siteki strode towards them and dismissed the two crewmen.

Shimatsu settled himself in the passenger seat of the Jeep, but Siteki reached into the back and produced a thin, whippy, bamboo crop.

Swift as a snake, he seized Maxine and bent her double, holding her with one huge hand as the crop hissed across her stretched buttocks, branding her flesh with three flaring lines of blistering heat as she screamed in pain.

When he released her, she fell to her belly in the dirt, writhing and squealing again as a fourth cruel cut blazed across her bottom.

„Display position,“ he snapped, „Unless you want more,“ and Maxine struggled to her knees, her eyes wide with terror as she arched her spine, thrust out her dirt stained breasts and belly and spread her thighs in absolute and immediate submission.

The merciless punishment unnerved Melissa completely and she backed away, but the rope brought her to a halt as Maxine fell to the ground.

The moment Siteki ordered, „Display position,“ she realised the error she and her sister had made and threw herself down, presenting her naked body.

It was the hardest thing she had ever had to do and she trembled wildly as Siteki walked slowly towards her, the terrible crop dangling from his hand.

„You learn quickly, slave,“ he told her. „But not quickly enough!“ and his hand closed on her bound wrists, levering her arms upwards and bending her forwards to give his crop unimpeded access to her bottom.

He cropped her four times, each hard stroke wringing a scream from her and painting a cruelly smarting line across her buttocks.

„Resume the position,“ he said calmly and watched as Melissa made herself ignore the searing heat of her punishment and display herself as he commanded.

Only when he was quite certain that the lesson had been learned and that neither slave had the foolhardy courage to dare to move a single muscle, did he stroll back to the Jeep and climb into the driver’s seat.

„Up, slaves,“ he shouted and as they shot to their feet, he started the engine and drove slowly away.

There was no option and as the ropes tugged at them, Maxine and Melissa broke into an awkward, clumsy walk, their bound wrists bumping against their tender bottoms as they were towed away from the junk and up the steep, dusty hill.

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