Girl knees submission, climax, display | bdsm stories | Sisters in Slavery 4

It was not a long walk, but the sun was hot and the Jeep’s wheels threw up a constant plume of fine dust, so by the time Siteki drove into the large, paved courtyard of Shimatsu’s house, both girls were covered from head to foot in a sticky coating of yellow powder.

Siteki resolved the problem in the most direct manner possible, unreeling a hosepipe and turning its powerful jet on the two slaves, playing it up and down their naked bodies while they gasped and twisted and spluttered.

There was no way they could evade the chilly stream and had to endure as best they could, their heads lowered as streams of water poured down their shivering bodies and cascaded in sparkling rivulets from their breasts to pool around their bare feet.

When, at long last, he turned the water off, his bedraggled, half-drowned victims looked nothing like the smart businesswomen and stylish young partygoers they had been such a scant few hours before.

Deprived of freedom, stripped of their clothing, denied control over their own bodies, whipped and finally subjected to a hose-down that was as impersonal and efficient as a car-wash, Maxine and Melissa’s woebegone expressions told Siteki that his callous treatment of them had achieved the desired effect.

In the dejected slump of their shoulders as they stood passively awaiting his commands, he recognised their acceptance, however temporary, of their subordination to his dominance.

He had seen it before, in other newly captured slaves, and was aware that the paralysis of will and spirit that gripped their minds and bodies was a short-lived phenomenon.

Given time, rest and food, the two slaves would recover and attempt to fight their slavery... but while their submissive state lasted, they would be virtually unable to make any effective resistance to demands made upon them.

And Siteki meant to ensure that by the time the two blondes did regain control over their senses, it would be far too late for them to have second thoughts!

„I’ll take them down and prepare them,“ he said and began to untie the ropes tethering the slaves to the Jeep.

Shimatsu nodded, „Dawnelle and I will join you in a few minutes and we will bring Soo Lin with us. She may be a useful role model for those two,“ and he walked off towards the house.

Siteki took the two tethers in his right hand and gave a firm tug and as she felt the rope tug at her throat, Maxine walked obediently forward, as if in a daze.

Melissa knew she should try to hold back, but her brain seemed to be numbed and she could not summon up the determination needed to defy Siteki.

What was the point, her mind protested, when defiance would only earn her further punishment and she would be forced to obey in any case?

After the briefest of struggles, Melissa gave in and followed her sister into the house and down to a cool, brick-lined passageway.

Siteki pushed open a heavy wooden door and led his unresisting captives into a large, windowless cell, its far wall and floor studded with iron rings, while from the high ceiling, several ropes and chains looped down to strong cleats bolted to left and right.

„Display position,“ he ordered firmly and both slaves went meekly to their knees, heads arching back to present their bodies, neither moving a muscle as he took the rope tethers from their throats.

As he stood coiling the ropes, Dawnelle came into the room and Melissa shuddered as she saw that the redhead carried her spiteful crop in her left hand.

Shimatsu followed immediately, a wooden box under his arm, but before Melissa could even begin to guess what it contained, she was distracted by the entry of a third person.

A tiny Japanese girl, almost as slender as a boy, with a pretty, heart-shaped face, large, dark eyes and a swathe of straight, jet-black hair falling to her waist.

Utterly and starkly naked!

Or so Melissa thought, until the girl sank gracefully to her knees to display her body and Melissa’s eyes registered the polished steel rings confining her wrists and elbows behind her back, the matching rings at her ankles and knees and the collar clamped about her slim throat.

Not to mention the much smaller, but even more shocking rings that hung, glittering, from her nipples and labia!

The realisation that the girl was a slave and, far more horrifying, pierced, sent Melissa surging to her feet, shaking her head in vehement denial and screaming in terror as she visualised herself with steel rings transfixing her breasts and belly!

Siteki leapt forward and his brawny arms engulfed Melissa, her kicking legs only causing him to tighten his iron grip as he called, „Quick! Cuff her, she’s a real wildcat.“

Melissa gasped for breath as Siteki crushed her to his massive chest and she whimpered in misery as cold, hard steel closed around each of her ankles and Shimatsu clicked the snap-lock to confine her ankles.

Siteki changed his grip, his fingers squeezing her upper arms together and as Shimatsu fitted a second pair of cuffs above her elbows and linked them with a snap-lock, Melissa’s arms became a single, strained column.

The sounds of Melissa’s abortive escape attempt penetrated through the fog of submission clouding Maxine’s brain and she looked around slowly to see what all the fuss was about.

The sight of her sister, struggling feebly in Siteki’s powerful arms, jolted her brain into gear and she started to rise to her feet.

„Oh no you don’t, you bitch! Get back down on your knees or I’ll whip the skin off you!“ Dawnelle’s sharp order coincided with the whistle and crack of her crop as it sliced across the fronts of Maxine’s thighs.

Furious heat erupted through Maxine’s body and she hissed in pain as the cruel blow ended her resistance before it had truly begun.

But Dawnelle was taking no chances and as her victim fell back to her knees, her body hunched over her burning thighs, the tall redhead slashed her crop, forehand and backhand, across the tautened cheeks of Maxine’s unprotected buttocks.

Vivid red stripes appeared instantly on the punished girl’s pale flesh and her agonised howls and the frantic writhing of her bottom brought a grin of pure malice to Dawnelle’s face.

„Display position, slut!“ she snapped harshly, „Before I lose patience with you.“

An icy dread filled Maxine’s belly and she forced her body erect, making herself ignore the waves of stinging heat that radiated from her thighs and bottom.

She knew she had to obey and that Dawnelle needed only the flimsiest excuse to justify punishing her again.

Most frightening of all, Maxine knew that she would enjoy doing it.

Horribly conscious that Dawnelle was standing just behind her and that the slightest relaxation of her displayed nudity would bring instant retribution from the crop, Maxine gazed helplessly at the scene before her.

Her eyes widened at the sight of the tiny Japanese girl and she gave a soft moan as she saw the girl’s piercings and the rings that adorned her nipples and sex like barbaric jewellery.

Like her sister, Maxine instantly suspected that she, too, would one day be pierced and ringed... but, unlike Melissa, Maxine’s reaction to the possibility was one of undeniable arousal rather than terror.

To be ringed in such a manner must surely be the ultimate symbol of a slave’s subjugation, Maxine thought and as she imagined having to submit to a man dominant enough and ruthless enough to do such a thing to her, she felt a warm trickle of her juices lubricate her sex.

„Look at your sister, bitch. It’ll be your turn next,“ Dawnelle’s voice broke into her fantasy and Maxine turned her head.

The substitution of Melissa’s rope bonds with steel fetters was almost complete and as Shimatsu locked the final pair on her wrists and clipped them together, her eyes reflected her knowledge that there could be no escape.

Irremovable, unbreakable, the steel glittered coldly against Melissa’s soft flesh and she could do nothing but tremble as she was pushed to her knees.

„Head up, slave,“ Shimatsu ordered and as Melissa obeyed, he held a simple steel collar up to her eyes, „This is your slave collar,“ he said casually, „You will wear it for as long as I choose to keep you enslaved.“

He placed the collar about her throat and as the locks snapped shut, Melissa gave a shuddering groan and her eyes filled with tears.

Incredible though it seemed, she wore a slave’s collar at her throat and steel cuffs on her limbs!

How could it be?

It must be a nightmare, surely?

Through a haze of tears, Melissa caught sight of the Japanese girl, still kneeling in the same position and knew, in that instant, that her nightmare was all too real.

„On your feet, you bitch. You’re going to be enslaved and I shall enjoy seeing you collared.“

Maxine shuddered, but dared not risk Dawnelle’s wrath and scrambled to her feet, holding herself motionless as the tall redhead took up a position directly in front of her.

„What do you think, Dawnelle? Is she going to give us trouble, too?“ Shimatsu and Siteki stopped just behind her.

„No. She’s learned that it doesn’t pay to disobey me. If she so much as blinks without permission, she knows what she’ll get. Don’t you, eh, you stupid slut?“

Terrified by the venom in her voice, Maxine nodded her head quickly then froze again, praying that the redhead wouldn’t crop her for agreeing.

„See. I told you I was a Mistress back at home. I know how slaves think.“

„That could be most useful,“ Shimatsu said thoughtfully, „To be able, as it were, to put yourself in a slave’s place.“

„Oh, it is,“ Dawnelle assured him, „It gives me a big advantage, because I know just how deeply a slavegirl can be made to submit.“

„Then I shall look forward to seeing you prove it, Dawnelle,“ he said softly-and she never saw the interplay of cruel smiles between the two men as she basked in Shimatsu’s deviously phrased compliment.

„Right. Let’s get on with it,“ Shimatsu said and as Dawnelle stood guard with her crop at the ready to ensure Maxine’s obedience, the two men untied her and locked steel cuffs on her wrists and ankles.

Once that was done, it was child’s play to fit the remaining pairs and Maxine winced as her elbows were forced together, but was powerless to ease her strict bondage.

On her knees beside her already collared sister, Maxine felt cool steel grip her throat in a snug, inescapable embrace and as Shimatsu announced, „I have collared you and you are now my slave,“ she felt her belly ripple with fierce heat.

Collared and in chains, she was utterly helpless and knew that any, or all, of the three dominants could force her to submit to them as the slave she had become.

There was absolutely nothing she could do to prevent it.

Her only way of avoiding Dawnelle’s crop-or worse-was to obey whatever orders they gave her and hope that they would not be too hard on her.

Shimatsu looked down at his newly-collared slaves, then gripped Maxine’s jaw in his long fingers and forced her to meet his eyes, „Welcome to my island, Miss Osborne,“ his lips parted in a thin smile, „I am sure your stay here will be most pleasurable... for me at least, if not for you. Dawnelle tells me that you know why I have had you brought here, but in case you still have any doubts, I shall make it quite clear. Your discovery of the...uh... financial irregularities in my Company required me to take drastic action to ensure that they did not become public knowledge. That action I have now taken and you have become a slave. The only way you will ever leave, will be if I become tired of you and sell you to another Master. Either way, you have meddled in my affairs for the last time.“

The words were spoken calmly, but with an air of absolute finality and as Maxine gazed deep into his black unfathomable eyes, she knew that he had told her the truth.

She dropped her eyes as spontaneous heat ignited in her belly; afraid that he would see her body’s shameful reaction and understand the need she was unable to hide.

For twenty-three years, Maxine had never realised that she was, by nature, submissive... but as she knelt in her chains at the feet of a genuine and ruthless dominant, she felt her sex grow moist and her nipples begin to stiffen as her body instinctively prepared itself to submit.

Melissa fought against the black despair that threatened to overwhelm her as Shimatsu’s words consigned her sister to a lifetime of bondage servitude and turned her head away as the tall Oriental moved in her direction.

It was a pitifully small and ineffectual gesture of defiance and Melissa was horribly aware of its inadequacy, but it was the only way she had left to show her captors that she still retained a spark of resistance and would not submit without a struggle.

Shimatsu laughed with pleasure, „Excellent, Melissa! Even in your chains you continue to defy me!

Your courage does you credit, but you must know that it will not save you. Now, raise your head and look upon your Master.“

Melissa shuddered, but would not give in and a glint of anger showed in his dark eyes.

„Obey, or be whipped,“ he said coldly, „The choice is yours.“

Appalled by the ultimatum, Melissa hesitated for a fatal moment.

Dawnelle’s crop sliced down and Melissa screamed into her gag as her failure to obey instantly earned her a scorching line of heat across her buttocks.

„Raise your head and look upon your Master,“ Shimatsu repeated and Melissa knew that he would show her no mercy, continuing to whip her until she was forced to obey.

She jerked her head up and felt the colour rise in her gagged cheeks as he nodded in satisfaction,

„Very wise,“ he told her, „Disobedience is not something you can afford, as you will soon understand. Like your sister, you have been brought to my island to be enslaved. She because of her meddling and you because you would undoubtedly have raised the alarm over her sudden disappearance.“

He allowed his eyes to drop to the tautly presented globes of her breasts and gave a cruel chuckle,

„An unfortunate turn of events for you, my dear, but one that I am able to view with total equanimity and considerable anticipation.“

His meaning could not be mistaken and Melissa whimpered, knowing that he found her desirable.

Desirable and helplessly available!

To her surprise, he did not touch her, but her relief lasted only until he stepped back, snapped his fingers and called, „Soo Lin! To me! Standing display.“

Instantly, the tiny Japanese slave rose and hurried over, spreading her legs wide and arching her spine to present her body.

„Face my new slaves and tell them who you are, what you are and how you were brought here.“

Without a moment’s hesitation, the girl turned to Maxine and Melissa and began to speak in a clear, steady voice.

„My name is Soo Lin Sakahuri,“ she began, „And I am a slave. I belong to my strong and powerful Master and I obey and serve him in any way he desires. I was once free, but my Master arranged to have me kidnapped by the man I believed was my lover. One evening, he called for me in a chauffeur driven limousine and told me that I was being taken to a new restaurant. By the time I realised that he had lied, it was too late. He and the chauffeur overpowered me, stripped me and bound and gagged me, then drove me to the docks and put me aboard my Master’s junk, which brought me to this island. At first, I was terrified and I fought, but my Master was too strong and I was made to submit. Now I wear his collar and am his obedient slave in all things.“

As Soo Lin told her story, Maxine couldn’t take her eyes off the gleaming steel rings transfixing the girl’s pierced nipples and labia. With those permanent badges of subjugation clear to even the most cursory glance, Soo Lin could be nothing but a slave and Maxine felt a strange, unsettling mixture of appalled fascination and horrified envy as she tried to imagine how it would feel to look down at her own body and see that it bore the inescapable mark of a Master.

„And now tell them why I enslaved you,“ Shimatsu ordered and for the first time, Soo Lin showed emotion, her face anguished as she was commanded to speak of something she would clearly have preferred to keep to herself.

„My m... mother was at College with my Master and my father,“ she whispered softly, „And... And they both wanted to... to marry her. She chose my father and my Master never forgave her. He... He watched and waited while I was b... born and grew up and when my parents d... died when I was nineteen, he made a vow that if he couldn’t have my m... mother for his w... wife, then he would have me as his sl... slave.“

„And I have, haven’t I, Soo Lin?“ Shimatsu demanded cruelly, „I’ve had you as a slave and you have learned to please me as a slave. And you will go on pleasing me until I decide otherwise, won’t you?“

Two big, wet tears rolled down the miserable girl’s cheeks and she whispered, „Yes, Master,“ the only possible answer she could give without angering him.

„Then remain still and do not make a sound,“ he retorted, „Show my new slaves how a trained slave responds to Masters. Siteki?“

His muscular companion strode forward, huge hands capturing Soo Lin’s small, firm, pear-shaped breasts to fondle and tweak her ringed nipples.

At the same time, Shimatsu’s right hand caressed the velvet softness of her pierced and gaping sex-lips, while his left parted the deep cleft of her rounded buttocks to allow his extended index finger to drive into her rear passage.

Shattering triple-pronged arousal raged through Soo Lin’s proffered body and her jaw clenched until veins stood out on her slim neck as she fought to hold her position and not give voice to the screams of her enforced passion.

Shimatsu’s fingers speared into the slick, wet channel of her sex and all possibility of obedience vanished as a gigantic orgasm exploded through her body.

Powerless to control the fervid lust created by her Masters, the tormented slave screamed in ecstasy, her thighs snapping shut around Shimatsu’s hand as her belly convulsed in huge spasms and she surrendered to the incandescent fury of a slave’s release.

Shimatsu pulled his finger from her bottom, „This slave needs a lesson in obedience,“ he hissed venomously, „Whip her!“

Dawnelle leapt forward, her crop whistling through the air to land with a fearsome „Crack“ on Soo Lin’s jiggling buttocks.

In the throes of her stupendous climax, belly pounding to thunderous waves of love juices, breasts and sex still subjected to intense arousal by the fingers of her Masters, the girl squealed in pain and abject surrender as Dawnelle branded her bottom with line after line of stinging, smarting heat Until the merciless combination of cruel pain and unbearable pleasure built her submissive passions first to a frenzied peak of wide-eyed, gasping desperation... and then, beyond.

A second volcanic climax erupted into her belly and her mouth stretched in a silent scream of delirious rapture as she was forced to display the uttermost limits of her subjugation, her whole body quivering to the stunning intensity of her lusts.

She staggered and almost fell as Shimatsu withdrew his glistening fingers from her belly, but just managed to save herself and forced her trembling, whip striped body back into the standing display position.

Humiliatingly, he thrust his stained fingers into her mouth, but Soo Lin had learned, long before, that shame and humiliation were not emotions that a slave was permitted and sucked and licked delicately at his fingers, tasting the salt juices of her own submission, until she had removed every trace.

He wiped his fingers on her lustrous black hair and only then did he turn towards his two new slaves...

Maxine and Melissa watched in frozen disbelief as Soo Lin’s slim body was subjected to the most extreme sexual torment at the hands of her dominant Masters, her subjugation far beyond anything either of the sisters had experienced or even imagined to that point in their captivity.

Yet despite the sheerly incredible arousal that they knew she must be enduring, the raven-haired slave neither tried to resist, or even protest and held the pose ordered by Shimatsu.

Her absolute obedience under such intense pressure was the most terrifying thing that Maxine and Melissa had seen in their entire lives, for it demonstrated the awesome power that Masters held over their slaves and they both understood that the same irresistible power would be exerted over them as they were trained to her level of perfect submission.

Set against such ruthless domination, Melissa knew that her determination to resist meant nothing and her will power crumbled in ruins as she faced the inevitability of unconditional surrender to Masters who could, and would, use every means at their disposal to enslave her for their sexual pleasure.

As Soo Lin was sent hurtling into her first climax and then into a second, even more powerful, Melissa wept bitter tears for the freedom which had been taken from her.

Knowing that she, like Soo Lin, would exist only to serve her Masters, her wishes and needs of no importance, her body trained and conditioned to delight and arouse men’s basest desires.

On her knees beside her sister, Maxine shivered to the waves of desire that swirled through her belly as the two dominant Masters imposed their will on their hapless slave.

Strangely, after the first dreadful shock of realising that Soo Lin’s obedience was no more than would be demanded of her, Maxine had felt little fear, her earlier terrors replaced by a resigned acceptance of a situation she could not change or avoid.

Ironically, perhaps, it was the very disciplines of logic and reason absorbed at University and exercised in her day to day work, that had saved her from the misery and uncertainty that assailed her sister.

Escape was impossible, any resistance would be instantly punished, she had nothing with which to bargain and help, if any existed, was thousands of miles away-therefore, she must accept enslavement.

The logic of her situation was irrefutable, the reasoning impeccable... but reason and logic took no account the conflicting emotions that had battled for supremacy in Maxine’s brain and body.

You don’t want to be a slave, her mind had said, but her body had countered with flaring heat as she had remembered how Andrew Morrison and Carlo Crespi had aroused and taken her But you’ve been kidnapped and collared and whipped, her brain had protested and Maxine’s belly had kicked helplessly to the powerful image.

Her brain had made a last despairing effort, reminding her that she would be giving up any hope of freedom for a life of complete subjugation... and a spurt of scalding love juices had jetted into her tingling sex.

Undermined by her own body, Maxine’s brain gave up the unequal struggle and abandoned her to her fate.

Immediately, her breasts engorged, her nipples stiffened to rigid acorns and the delicate nub of her clitoris hardened to protrude from the swollen lips of her sex.

No longer able, or even willing, to resist the insidious allure of submission, Maxine surrendered and quivered to the delicious power of her unleashed passions.

Shimatsu was an experienced slave-Master and immediately noted the clear signals of arousal on Maxine’s body.

He strode over to her and stared into her eyes, „You will now submit as a slave to my Mastery,“ he said firmly and bent to unbuckle her gag, „If you try to argue or resist, you will be whipped.“

As he tugged the sodden leather from her mouth, Maxine trembled helplessly and worked her stiff jaws, her skin tingling where his hands had touched her and her belly churning with fierce heat.

Shimatsu stood over her and as her pink tongue wetted her dry lips and she stared anxiously up at him, snapped, „Submit to your Master!“

For an endless moment, Maxine held his hard, black eyes with her own, then she gasped, „I submit, Master,“ and bowed her head humbly before him.

Three simple words, but they changed everything.

For the instant the words tumbled from her lips, Maxine was no longer a free woman.

It did not matter why she had submitted, or even under what duress.

It only mattered that she had and as Maxine heard Shimatsu’s soft chuckle, she knew that she had delivered herself irrevocably into his hands!

„I accept your submission,“ he told her, „You are now a full slave and will obey.“

He moved behind her and unclipped the snap-lock securing her knees.

„Spread your legs and sit back on your heels, slave! No, keep your head down!“

Commanded by her Master, Maxine parted her thighs to the full extent permitted by her still-cuffed ankles and stared down past her swollen breasts to where her pinkly glistening sex lay exposed and frighteningly vulnerable.

A warning clink of chain came too late and she gulped as her wrists were pulled down and connected to her ankles, arching her body into a smooth curve.

She could not move and flushed redly as he squatted to examine her in humiliating detail.

„You are clearly ready to submit, slave,“ he observed calmly, „And you will.“

His hands reached for her and as his long fingers rolled her erect nipples and caressed the exquisitely sensitive flesh of her labia, Maxine strained upwards, offering herself still more helplessly as unbearable arousal crashed through her body.

„Ohhh! Oh, yes, Master! Yes! I’m your slave! Make me come, Master, make me co... come!“

Shimatsu slid his fingers into the receptive heat of her palpitating sex and his thumb rubbed firmly at the hard button of her fleshy clitoris and her eyes opened wide as her arousal zoomed to a still higher level, her body aflame with maddened lust.

„I submit!“ she screamed, „Please, Master, I submit, I submit! Now, Master, please now!“ and she stared imploringly at him, begging as a slave to be given a slave’s climax.

Her belly convulsed in great, racking paroxysms as his fingers speared to the seething core of her need and Maxine gave a wordless shriek as white hot gouts of love juices erupted deep inside her.

Held by her chains, she could not even move as her orgasm broke and her breasts and belly pulsed and juddered erotically as she surrendered to the blazing fury of her submissive passions.

She moaned in genuine loss and regret as Shimatsu took his hands away, but then he pushed his wet fingers into her mouth, exactly as he had with Soo Lin... and without hesitation, Maxine licked his fingers clean of the sticky residue of her climax!

It was the deliciously submissive act of a true slave and as she savoured the bittersweet tang of her own juices, Maxine was rewarded by a thrilling flare of renewed heat in her swirling belly.

„You have real passion in you,“ Shimatsu’s comment was perfectly timed, „That is a most desirable quality in a slave.“

Maxine flushed with pleasure, then realised that he meant that her passion was desirable because it could be used to control her, to reinforce and deepen her submission!

He smiled coldly, seeing the dismayed understanding in her eyes, „Yes, slave. A most desirable quality. And now, I shall find out whether your sister possesses it.“

Melissa chewed on the thick leather cylinder between her jaws, her body stiff with tension as she willed Maxine not to submit to Shimatsu.

For a wonderful moment, as her sister stared silently up at the tall Oriental, it seemed as though Melissa might get her wish... but then Maxine too gasped out her submission.

Melissa didn’t want to believe it and shut her eyes tightly, trying to blot out the awful memory in the futile hope that if she couldn’t remember it, then it hadn’t happened!

But it had and although Melissa kept her eyes closed, she could not close her ears to Shimatsu’s acceptance of Maxine’s submission, or to the sounds of her sister’s obedience as she spread her body and was bound.

Melissa shuddered in horror and opened her eyes as she heard the desperation in Maxine’s voice as she pleaded to be allowed to come and as she stared at Shimatsu pillaging her wildly aroused twin, Melissa knew that she was looking at her own future.

Maxine’s screams built to a crescendo and as she was propelled into her orgasm, Melissa wept and trembled, knowing that Shimatsu would soon come for her and that she would be no more able to resist him than Maxine had been.

She did not have to wait very long...

„I have placed a slave collar on your throat,“ Shimatsu wasted no time as he pulled the gag from her mouth and unclipped her knee cuffs, „I am your Master and you will submit to me now!“

Melissa gazed up with frightened eyes, searching for some trace of pity or sympathy in his cruel face.

„Now!“ he demanded brutally and she shuddered, knowing that he would never show her mercy because it was not in his nature.

„P...Please...“ she gasped, „I... I can’t. I’m fr... frightened and I...“

Shimatsu was in no mood to be thwarted, „Dawnelle,“ he called, „Throw me your crop.“

Instantly recognising that he intended to whip her into submission, Melissa gave a breathy squeal and babbled, „No! Please, Master, not that, I beg you!“ then froze into appalled silence as she realised what she had called him.

She tried to recover, „That was a... a... mistake! I didn’t mean to... to...“ her voice faltered as she raised her head and saw his predatory grin.

„To call me Master?“ he finished the sentence for her, „But I am your Master, slave. And your mistake was to think that I would permit you to defy me. That error, slave, has already earned you a cropping and it will earn you another if you continue to try my patience.“

He flexed the crop in his long fingers, „I do not care to repeat orders to my slaves,“ he said flatly and Melissa knew that she had only one last chance to avert his wrath.

Trembling like an aspen, Melissa did what she had to do, forcing her thighs wide apart, sitting back on her heels and hollowing her spine until she was able to grasp her ankles in her shaking fingers.

Shimatsu’s eyes glittered like hot coals as Melissa prostrated herself before him and he licked his thin lips in anticipation as she sucked in a deep, quavering breath.

Horribly conscious they would be her final words as a free woman, Melissa dropped her eyes from his burning gaze and spoke in low, anguished tones, „I sub... submit myself as your slave, my M...

Master and will obey your c... commands.“

As she made the fateful declaration that would enslave her forever, Melissa’s shoulders shook with emotion, for the example of her sister’s capitulation was vivid in her mind and she knew that her body was forfeit to her dominant Master.

Without bothering to conceal his intentions, Shimatsu took a second short piece of chain from his pocket and used it to lock Melissa’s wrists and ankles together, securing her in her hopelessly vulnerable position.

Then he moved to stand over her and chuckled evilly, „I owe you a cropping, slave and I always pay my debts. Especially when it promises to be so pleasurable!“

Melissa whimpered, but that was all she could do and the taut skin of her spread thighs fluttered as he raised the crop.

At the top of his swing, he paused, „You are a slave under discipline,“ he cautioned her, „If you even attempt to close your legs, your punishment will double!“

For ten long seconds, he allowed her to digest the warning and understand that her only protection lay in total obedience, then brought the crop whistling down. Melissa squealed through clenched teeth as the whip seared across the soft flesh of her inner thighs, but dared not allow herself the smallest movement in case her Master carried out his awful threat. Time after time she watched helplessly as the crop was lifted, held for a moment and then brought whistling down to scald her tender flesh. She closed her eyes just a fraction of a second before each Crack! sent blistering heat raging through her tormented body. But couldn’t help opening them again to watch the next lash coming.

Four scarlet lines striped each of her thighs, all radiating their throbbing heat up into her belly and by the time he lowered his crop, the lesson of absolute obedience was ingrained into Melissa’s brain and would never be forgotten.

„You are lucky, slave,“ Shimatsu told her calmly, „Had you not been new to your collar, I would have punished you much more severely.“

Melissa gazed numbly at him, knowing he was perfectly serious, then whispered, „Yes, Master.

Th... Thank you, Master.“

He ignored her reply, „You have been disciplined as a slave and now you will submit as one,“ he said and his hands descended on her upthrust breasts.

Melissa shuddered galvanically and opened her mouth to scream as her nipples erected to his skilled manipulation and huge jolts of electrifying excitement ripped through her body, but her Master snapped, „Silence, slave!“ and she clamped her lips shut, fighting desperately to obey.

He tormented her unmercifully, until her stone-hard nipples throbbed under his fingers and she threw her head from side to side in vain efforts to hold back the rolling tide of arousal surging ever more strongly through her body.

Melissa longed to scream and beg for mercy, but not a word passed her lips and the obedience she was forced to give to her Master, only reinforced her feelings of helpless submission and added fuel to the fires of her need as his hands slid from her quivering breasts and down across the smooth roundness of her heated belly.

As he stroked the parted lips of her sex, Melissa’s body writhed frantically and she could not hold back the soft moans that accompanied each caress as he trailed his fingers up and down the full length of her swollen love-cleft.

Drowning in a spinning whirlpool of intolerable arousal and overwhelming lust, Melissa surrendered utterly to the physical sensations imposed upon her as she was driven far beyond her limits into a timeless limbo where she existed only as an ultimately responsive, ultimately submissive sex-slave.

Her whole universe narrowed to the solitary imperative of her orgasm and when her Master’s fingers eventually sank into the oozing channel of her sex, Melissa exploded like a bomb.

A climax of immense violence and intensity shook her like a doll, her internal muscles sucking his fingers deeper into her body and her massive contractions sending scalding waves of love juices pulsing into the bubbling cauldron of her belly and down into her sex as spasm after spasm rampaged through her.

Oblivious to everything but the tumult in her body, Melissa was unaware that her Master beckoned to Siteki and Dawnelle and as the other dominants gazed with hard eyes at her abject submission, chuckled, „This slave is no less hot than her sister. Do whatever you think necessary, but I want them ready to serve me in one month and ready to serve my guests in two. Can you do it, my friends?“

Siteki bowed, „It will be done, sir,“ he confirmed, „You have my word.“

„Mine, too,“ Dawnelle added, „If you will permit me to stay away from my office that long, Izeki?“

Shimatsu nodded, „I would not think of letting you leave, my dear. Excellent. Then in eight weeks, I shall have the pleasure of offering not one, but three slaves for the use of my guests.“

As Dawnelle wandered away to look at Maxine, Siteki spoke softly in his native tongue, „If you have no objection, sir, I propose that your guests be offered four slaves, rather than three!“

Shimatsu smiled, „Oh, I have no objection. None at all!“

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