Rope and gag Master | bdsm stories | Sisters in Slavery 7

Dawnelle pressed the „COPY“ key on her computer and stretched her aching muscles as the machine purred softly, completing the task of making a backup duplicate of the new Security programme she had spent so many hours writing and testing.

She ejected the disk and stored it separately from the original, then moved back to the desk and picked up the internal telephone.

„Mr Shimatsu? It’s Dawnelle. I’ve finished the new system. Yes, it’s fully tested and as perfect as I can make it. No, it’s easy. Just load it and run it, it’s all automatic. Thank you. Yes, it is late. I’m going to get some sleep. Sorry? Oh, yes, I could do with a change, I’m shattered. A trip to the mainland? Yes, that would be lovely, if you don’t need me here. Mm, yes, it’s not as if a slave can get off the island once she’s here. Thanks very much. I’ll see you tomorrow, then. Good night.“

She put the telephone down and stretched again, then ambled towards the en-suite bathroom, „A lovely hot bath, then bed,“ she told herself, „And a nice, lazy day on the boat tomorrow.“

In Shimatsu’s palatial suite, the millionaire turned to Siteki and picked up his glass of whisky.

„That was the lovely Dawnelle,“ he said calmly, „She tells me that she has finished her work.“

„Ah,“ his companion replied with deep satisfaction, „Then you no longer need her services.“

„I have no use for failures,“ Shimatsu agreed, „Dawnelle is no longer my employee. In fact, I will instruct Andrew Morrison to remove all trace of her from the files.“

„Dawnelle Olsen will cease to exist.“

„Who? I don’t believe I know the name.“

„Thank you, sir. Perhaps I should go to her room right away?“

„Tomorrow, my friend. She is tired after all her work. Let her rest tonight. After all, she has a busy day ahead of her, does she not?“

„A busy life, sir.“

„As you say. I have suggested a trip to the mainland. Take the launch, just you and her. And don’t worry about her jumping overboard. She can’t swim. Useful things, personal files.“

The conspirators looked at each other and lifted their drinks, „To you, my friend. And to the lovely Dawnelle whose career is about to take a rather dramatic downturn!“ and the room filled with mocking laughter as the two drank to the success of their plans.

„What about your new slaves, though?“ Siteki asked, „If you would rather I stayed here to help you with them, I can always delay.“

Shimatsu smiled and shook his head, „I don’t think that will be necessary, my friend. If your training is up to its usual high standard, they are hardly likely to cause me any trouble, now are they? And I have Soo Lin to take care of my domestic needs. No, you go ahead, I shall be fine.“

„Thank you, sir. Then I will.“

„Good, you deserve your good fortune. Where will you take her, by the way?“

„With your permission, sir, I will borrow the junk and Captain Akido’s crew to transport her to my beach villa. It is only accessible by boat, as you know. We shall not be disturbed and I will keep in touch by radio. Two weeks will be ample time and I will arrange for Captain Akido to pick us up and bring us back.“

„You seem to have thought of everything, my friend. I am impressed.“

„Since you made your generous offer, sir, I have had plenty of time to plan,“ Siteki smiled at his employer, „Dawnelle will not escape me now.“

„I am sure she will not,“ Shimatsu agreed, then he gave a cruel chuckle, „I wonder if she will regret punishing my new slaves when she finds herself kneeling alongside them?“

Siteki’s black eyes glittered, „Believe me, sir,“ he said softly, „She will regret much more than that when I am her Master,“ and his lips parted in a predatory grin that boded ill for his unsuspecting victim...

Dawnelle rose late to find the sun shining down from a cloudless sky onto an ocean whose pale blue surface bore hardly a ripple.

She bathed quickly, brushed her hair into a heavy ponytail and selected a short navy-blue skirt, matching jacket and sleeveless white blouse from her wardrobe.

After a brief debate, she decided not to bother with a bra and settled for slipping on a pair of her briefest panties in deference to the heat of the day.

A pair of low-heeled shoes completed her outfit and she hurried down from her room, eager to begin her trip to the mainland.

Shimatsu did not seem to be around, but she met Siteki in the lounge.

„Good morning, Dawnelle. Mr Shimatsu sends his regrets, but he is busy.“

„Not to worry. I’ll see him this evening and we can go over my new Security system then.“

„Are you ready to leave? I have put a hamper in the launch.“

„Oh. So you’re taking me ashore, are you?“

„Yes, that’s right.“

„Can you drive a boat?“

„I have many skills, Dawnelle.“

„Well, I know you can train a slave,“ she smiled to rob her words of offence, „But can I trust you not to drown me?“

Siteki nodded, „Mr Shimatsu would be most annoyed if I did that,“ he assured her, „You are far too valuable and have too much to contribute for me to allow that to happen.“

Dawnelle accepted his words at face value, „Yes, I imagine so,“ she replied, „My computer skills are valuable.“

Siteki gestured at the door, „Shall we go?“ and he escorted Dawnelle out into the courtyard to where the Jeep waited.

Shimatsu’s launch was about thirty-five feet long, painted a dazzling white, with a large open cockpit at the stern, a high flying bridge and a luxurious saloon down below.

Dawnelle adored it as soon as she set eyes on it and threw herself down on the thick cushions lining the stern cockpit.

„This is great,“ she said to Siteki, „How fast does it go?“

„Thirty knots,“ he replied and as she worked out that thirty knots was about thirty-five miles an hour, he busied himself at the controls.

The powerful twin engines snarled to life and as Dawnelle lay back and stared in fascination at the plumes of spray thrown out behind the launch, he steered it out of the bay.

Shimatsu’s island dwindled rapidly to a speck on the horizon and her eyes slowly closed as the heat and the steady beat of the engines lulled her into a doze.

Until they slowed to a stop and she squinted up into the sun’s glare and saw Siteki’s dark shape standing over her... with a long, thin crop in his hand.

„What’s the matter?“ she cried in alarm, raising herself up on her elbows, „Why have we stopped?“

„There’s nothing wrong,“ he replied softly, „Quite the reverse, in fact. Everything is going exactly as planned.“

The tone of his voice held an air of indefinable menace and Dawnelle was suddenly very frightened,

„What do you mean?“ she said nervously, „What plan? Why are you looking at me like that?“

His eyes were fixed on the firm swells of her breasts under her thin blouse and she was immediately and acutely conscious that she had not bothered to wear a bra.

„What plan?“ he said, his lips curving into a cold smile, „The plan to bring you out here and enslave you, of course.“

Dawnelle gaped up at him, unable to believe what she had just heard, „Enslave me?“ she gasped,

„Are you crazy? You can’t enslave me!“

His whip slashed down across the fronts of her bare thighs, burning two stinging red lines into her soft flesh and as she howled in shock and unexpected pain, he laughed cruelly, „Oh, I’m not crazy, Dawnelle. Far from it. Now that you’ve finished your work for Mr Shimatsu, he has no further use for you. Well, not as a business colleague, anyway.“

For five long seconds, Dawnelle froze, her mind reeling from the stinging heat in her thighs and his stunning news.

Then she scrambled to her feet and backed away from him, retreating until her hips met the rail at the stern of the boat and there was nothing behind her but empty ocean.

Siteki didn’t follow, but simply pointed to a spot just in front of him, „To my feet,“ he ordered firmly, then added, „Slave!“ with such relish that Dawnelle shuddered.

„No!“ she moaned, „No, no, I won’t! You can’t enslave me, you just can’t! Shimatsu and I are partners! You must be mad! He would never agree to... to anything like that and when we get b...

back to the island, he’ll sack you for hitting me with that wh... whip!“

„I don’t think so Dawnelle,“ he replied flatly, „When we return to the island, it will be with you naked and in the chains and collar of a slave!“

„No,“ she whimpered, „No,“ but as he chuckled and pointed again, she whirled around and climbed up onto the rail, „Don’t come any nearer,“ she squealed, „If you even try to touch me, I’ll jump! I will, I swear it!“

„Jump, then,“ he replied coldly, „If you really want to. I shan’t stop you. But I happen to know you can’t swim, Dawnelle, so why not be an obedient little slave... and get back here!“ the last four

words cracked like whips and the redhead moaned in terrible anguish as her threat to jump overboard was ignored.

„Wait,“ she begged, „Please? Why does Shimatsu want to do this to me? I’ve done everything he wanted. I programmed the new Security system and it’s all set to go. He can’t really want to en...

enslave me!“

„Why not? He has enslaved others. You even helped him to kidnap and enslave Maxine and Melissa. Why should you be any different?“

The irrefutable logic of the answer sent icy chills racing up Dawnelle’s spine as she realised that there really was no reason for the millionaire not to have her enslaved.

She was alone, far from her home and friends; and had first-hand knowledge of how easily anyone could simply vanish without trace.

Unless she could somehow persuade Siteki to let her go, she would join the other slaves on Shimatsu’s island and that would be the last the outside world would ever hear of her.

She must not let that happen and racked her brains to find a way out of his clutches before it was too late.

„Uh...Ito,“ she began hesitantly, not realising that her use of his first name was insulting to him, „I have money. Quite a lot of it. You can have it all if you just take me to the mainland and let me go.

Shimatsu doesn’t have to know. You could tell him I just went for a walk and never came back.“

Siteki pretended to be tempted and Dawnelle swallowed anxiously, praying that he would accept the bargain.

At last, though, he shook his head, „No, I cannot do it, Dawnelle. Mr Shimatsu pays me well and I could not betray his trust for money.“

Dawnelle hopes sank as he turned her down, „What, then?“ she cried desperately, „There must be something you want?“

His eyes slid from her face, down over her breasts and belly and legs, then back up again and as his eyes met hers, Dawnelle realised that she did have something he wanted.

She forced a weak smile, crushing down her distaste at the thought allowing him to enjoy her firm body and offered him a second bargain, „You could h... have me, too, if you wanted,“ she said quietly, „Me and the money. I’d let you do any... anything you wanted.“

Her pulse raced as she made her proposal and she drew her body up to its full height, sucking in her stomach to accentuate the curves of her hips and breasts as he considered the idea.

„Anything I like?“ he said at last and Dawnelle nodded, not trusting herself to speak.

„That is a most attractive offer. But Mr Shimatsu will be very disappointed.“

„He already has slaves,“ Dawnelle pointed out. „He’ll soon forget all about me. Please, Ito? I don’t want to be his slave and I promise you won’t regret it if you let me go.“

„So, if I agree, you will do whatever I ask and pay me as well?“

„I promise,“ she told him eagerly, certain that she had clinched the deal even though she was not looking forward to paying the price.

„Very well,“ Siteki nodded, „I shall not take you back to the island to be enslaved by Mr Shimatsu.“

Dawnelle tried, not too successfully, to hide the immense relief she felt and climbed down from the rail, but as she moved towards Siteki, she felt her face redden with embarrassment as he gazed steadily at her body.

„Shall I... uh... go down to the cabin to get ready?“ she asked.

He looked around at the empty sea, „It is hot and we are quite alone. I would prefer to remain up here.“

„Oh. Well, yes. All right. If that’s what you want.“

„It is.“

„Yes. OK. Shall I...?“ and Dawnelle indicated her clothing, her blush deepening.

He nodded and she fumbled at the buttons of her white blouse, her fingers clumsy with embarrassment as she began to remove her clothes under the steady gaze of a man she did not like very much, but was about to let have her.

As she dropped her blouse to the deck and his eyes zeroed in on the pale hemispheres of her naked breasts and large, tawny nipples, Dawnelle shivered and consoled herself with the thought that if she had not agreed to let him take her, she would already be on her way back to the island to begin a lifetime of sexual submission and servitude.

Any price, even this, was cheap by comparison and she did not hesitate, lowering the zip of her skirt and discarding it, then kicking off her shoes.

Siteki’s eyes gleamed as her soft belly and long, well-shaped legs were displayed to his avid gaze and he grunted, „Everything, please,“ as she hooked her fingers into the waistband of her brief panties.

Dawnelle took a deep breath and slipped her last protection from her body, standing utterly naked before him.

„Superb!“ he grated, his voice thickened by his lust, „You would make a magnificent slave, Dawnelle.“

She licked her lips nervously, „Th...Thank you,“ she stammered, „But we have a deal.“

Siteki grinned, „Oh, do not worry,“ he told her, „I shall not allow Mr Shimatsu to enslave you. As you say, we have a deal. Now, kneel and display your body as if I were your Master.“

„What?“ Dawnelle gasped, „What for? Why?“

„So many questions,“ he chuckled, „The answer is simple. Mr Shimatsu has lost a slave and I would like to see exactly what he is missing. Do not forget, Dawnelle, part of our deal is that you do anything I want, is it not?“

Dawnelle stared at him and her smooth skin fluttered as a warm glow ignited in her belly.

As a dominant Mistress, she had trained many slaves to kneel before her and knew exactly how their bodies should be positioned... but she had never displayed her own body in the submissive pose and was immediately curious about how it would feel.

Slowly, she went to her knees and allowed her thighs to part, then crossed her wrists behind her back and arched her head back so that she stared straight up at the cloudless blue sky above her.

No sooner had she done so, than an extraordinary thrill of pure excitement surged through her kneeling body as, for the very first time, she presented herself before a man.

A man she knew to be a dominant Master.

Although, of course, as she knew, he was not her Master.

This was only a game, a one-off experience for them both and never to be repeated.

Nevertheless, as Dawnelle admitted to herself, it was extremely erotic and she could quite see why women who were slaves, by definition weak and lacking her mental toughness, could easily become aroused and allow men to dominate them.

Especially if they were bound and unable to escape the fate to which their spinelessness condemned them.

„Don’t move,“ Siteki ordered and Dawnelle complied willingly enough, rather enjoying the unaccustomed sensation of obedience as she knelt in the warm sunshine and her groin and belly tingled with anticipatory warmth as she felt his eyes drinking in the delightfully exposed charms of her curvaceous nudity.

As he walked around her and examined every inch of her offered body, Dawnelle imagined how it would feel if he really was her Master and she knelt before him, not because it was a game, but because she was a genuine slave and had no choice but to obey or be whipped.

That really would be terrifying and as Siteki went below for a few minutes and left her alone, Dawnelle’s memory conjured up visions of the ruthless training and submission imposed by him on Maxine and Melissa... but with Dawnelle herself in the role of the blonde slaves!

Fantasy though she knew it was, it was still extremely arousing and she felt a slow, delicious seep of warm, wet juices into her sex and a pleasurable throbbing in her hardening nipples as she pictured herself as a chained and submissive prisoner.

Enough, she told herself sternly as her brain threatened to run riot, you are not a submissive, you are a dominant Mistress and be thankful for it; fantasy might be highly enjoyable, a real cropping by a powerful Master would not!

She lowered her head and glanced around, then resumed her pose, satisfied that they were still alone on a deserted ocean and there was no-one to see her displayed nudity.

When Siteki’s footsteps came back up from the cabin, Dawnelle arched her body even more tautly, smiling to herself.

It was the least she could do, she thought, to reward him for agreeing to disappoint Shimatsu by letting her go and she resolved to do her best to make her part of the deal as enjoyable as possible for him.

The sight of several coils of strong, nylon rope in his hands wiped the smile off her face and she broke her pose to object, „Now, wait just a minute...“ she began.

„You were not given permission to move,“ he chuckled, interrupting her, „or to speak. Two offences for which you would be severely punished if you were a full slave back on the island.“

„But I’m not a slave,“ she protested, „And I certainly don’t want to be tied up.“

„No, you’re not a slave,“ he agreed calmly, „But you still could be if you want to break our agreement,“ he paused and grinned, „Do you want to break it?“

Dawnelle shook her head quickly, „No. Definitely not.“

„Good, then back as you were, please. Shimatsu would have you in steel chains, but I could only find this, so we’ll just have to use our imaginations, won’t we,“ and he gave another cheerful grin.

Faced by his smiling, but quite obvious determination, Dawnelle had little choice and replaced her arms behind her back.

Rope snaked around her wrists and her eyes widened in surprise at his speed and expertise as she was deprived of her freedom.

„That was quick,“ she said admiringly, then remembered that she had still not been given permission to speak, „Oh, sorry. Am I allowed to talk now?“

„If you wish. When I want you to be silent, I can always gag you, can’t I?“

Dawnelle hoped he was joking, but knew he might not be and surreptitiously tested her bonds.

As she feared, there was no slack at all in the rope and she resigned herself to staying tied up for as long as he chose, „Hmm. Yes, I suppose you can,“ she said with a forced cheerfulness she didn’t really feel, „I’d much rather you didn’t, but if you really want to, I can’t very well stop you, can I?“

„No,“ he agreed, „You can’t.“

Her belly gave a delicious quiver as his words drove home the fact that she was no longer able to resist, even if their agreement had allowed her to try. Which it didn’t, of course.

A second rope corded her ankles together and Dawnelle was bound. Bound, with no way to free herself, or even stand up.

The reality of bondage from the perspective of the one wearing the ropes was another novel experience to Dawnelle and as Siteki stood back and smilingly invited, „Go on, Dawnelle. See if you can get yourself free,“ she tugged and twisted and jerked enthusiastically, her excitement building steadily higher as the nylon stubbornly refused to loosen.

With her face flushed and pleasantly short of breath, she finally gave up and smiled wryly, „I can’t,“ she admitted, „I’m just wasting my time and you know it.“

„Mm. I’m pleased to say you are,“ and he moved behind her with a third length of rope.

„Hey!“ she cried. Then, „Stop that!“ and „No, don’t!“ and finally, „But you don’t need to tie me any more! I promise not to try and escape!“ but nothing worked and she twisted her head to look down anxiously as he looped rope around her upper arms and tugged it tighter and tighter, until her elbows met and her shoulders were strained back by the unremitting tension.

It was incredibly uncomfortable and Dawnelle winced, wondering how any slave could possibly endure it... but then she realised the answer. They had no choice. They had to endure it, for as long as their Master wished.

And so did she!

Siteki had decided how he wanted to tie her and had simply done it, despite her objections.

There was no point in arguing, or even pleading with him, because it wouldn’t do any good. She had agreed to let him do as he wished and he had taken her at her word. Now, she would just have to put up with the consequences of her own actions. Her white teeth nibbled at her lower lip as he knotted the rope in place and she felt a first, vague stirring of unease as he squatted on his heels in front of her and gazed at her outthrust breasts.

„That’s much better. Another few minutes and I’ll have you ready.“

Dawnelle didn’t need to ask what she would be ready for, the glint in his eyes told her all she needed to know and there was really nothing else to say.

To her astonishment, he lifted her in his arms as if she was a feather rather than five feet nine inches of well-built woman and carried her across the cockpit to where the vertical, stainless steel ladder led up to the flying bridge.

She shivered as her naked back met the cold, smooth steel and he chuckled, „Sorry about that. It’ll soon warm up,“ as she glared at him.

With her ankles tied firmly together, she could only stand still as he fetched more rope and used it to bind her in place, loops at her waist, above and below her prominent breasts and at her throat, all passed behind the ladder and drawn taut enough to make her gasp.

„Ooh, that’s very tight, Ito. Couldn’t you loosen them a bit?“

„No,“ he replied bluntly, „They’re no tighter than they would be if you were a slave back on the island. Anyway, you look terrific. Now, keep quiet or I’ll gag you straight away.“

Dawnelle looked down to where her breasts jutted out between loops of tight white rope and felt her belly coil with fierce heat as she saw how helpless and vulnerable she was to him.

She couldn’t do a thing to stop him and her nipples quivered and stiffened as she imagined his fingers and lips feasting on her breasts as he made the most of his temporary power over her.

Her arousal intensified as ropes snaked around each of her ankles, knotting firmly and as her legs were pulled apart until she balanced precariously on the balls of her feet and the ropes were fastened to wooden cleats on opposite sides of the cockpit, Dawnelle trembled to waves of heat that surged through her belly.

She was completely defenceless, as much at his mercy as any real slave and as he stood back and surveyed her, she felt warm air caress the soft flesh of her inner thighs and play delicately across the damp, hopelessly vulnerable petals of her most intimate femininity.

Intense excitement and delicious fear mingled in her brain and body as he looked at her and she panted for breath, curious to know how he saw her.

She licked her lips, „Uh, Ito,“ she said nervously, „I’ve done everything you asked, haven’t I? Can I... Can I ask you something?“

He nodded, „You have been very obedient, Dawnelle. What would you like to know?“

„How...How do I l... look?“

„Bound as a slave, you mean?“

„Uh... Well, y... yes. I suppose that I do look like a sl... slave,“ she quavered.

„You look exactly like a slave,“ he told her bluntly, „Naked and in bondage, your body spread and awaiting my touch, breasts and nipples swollen with need, belly wet with the juices of your arousal and your eyes soft with the strength of your passion. Yes, Dawnelle, just like a slave!“

The redhead shivered as he spoke, seeing herself through his eyes, as a helpless slave to be used as he wished and her belly coiled with fierce liquid heat.

„But for our deal, you would serve Mr Shimatsu well as a slave,“ he added remorselessly, „So I expect you to serve me equally as well.“

Dawnelle stared at him, then felt her sex grow slippery as she dropped her eyes and gave a tiny nod.

„Very well,“ he said calmly, „Then remain silent and let us begin.“

The redhead clamped her lips together, determined not to make a sound, but as his hands dived to her proffered breasts and his fingers rolled and caressed her erect and throbbing nipples, devastating jolts of arousal speared through her body and down into her seething belly until she could bear it no longer.

„No more,“ she squealed helplessly, „Please stop! It’s too much, I can’t take it! Please!“

Without a word, Siteki turned and went down into the cabin and Dawnelle shuddered in overwhelming arousal, her brain reeling to the unwelcome knowledge that she could neither control what was done to her, nor control her own maddened responses!

Spread in bondage as stringent as any she had ever imposed on others, she was at the mercy of a dominant no less ruthless than herself and arousal blended with unease as she wondered just how far Siteki intended to go...?

Siteki strode back to her and before she had a chance to express her concerns, a huge leather rod-gag was at her lips. Fearing for her teeth, Dawnelle opened her jaws wide and as the massive cylinder stretched her lips, blew out her cheeks and wedged between her back teeth, she was reduced to impotent silence.

Buckled behind the ladder, the gag strap held her head both upright and still and she whimpered through her nose as her immobility became even more complete.

Siteki chuckled into her frightened face and as her eyes widened in terrible anguish, he resumed his assault on her helplessly presented body.

For an unknown time, his fingers toyed and squeezed and flicked at her nipples, then he moved forward and his lips nibbled on her painfully hard buds, sucking them deep into the wet heat of his mouth as Dawnelle strained madly against bonds that gave not a fraction and her body juddered and shook wildly as her passion soared out of control.

With his left hand and lips at her breasts, his right probed the slick channel of her yawning sex and Dawnelle’s first climax engulfed her as she was forced to surrender to his total domination of her sweat stained nudity, her gag-muffled squeals telling of her ecstatic anguish as the pulsing of her orgasm sent foaming waves of hot love juices spraying into her quaking belly.

Before her orgasm had even begun to lose its power, her eyes widened into circles of disbelieving terror and she tried to scream in panic as he crouched down and his mouth fastened on her sex, his lips nuzzling and tugging at the excruciatingly sensitive nub of her fleshy clitoris and his tongue penetrating her belly to lap at her juices and send her arousal zooming to unbearable heights of frenzied desperation.

Dawnelle’s muffled screams of horror and uncontrollable passion only served to spur him on to even greater efforts and her body vibrated with awesome power as a second and even larger climax built inexorably higher in her boiling, churning belly.

She could do absolutely nothing to stop or even delay its headlong onrush and as his merciless torment reached its peak, Dawnelle’s second orgasm exploded into her body.

She arched in her bonds, ropes impressing their marks into her straining flesh, every muscle locked rigidly as her towering climax loomed over her... then it crashed down and her belly convulsed with undreamed-of power as torrents of bubbling love juices flooded through her body and cascaded into her sex to ooze in silver streams down her quivering thighs as Siteki took his mouth from her.

As he stood watching the chaotic pounding of her belly and the spasms which set her breasts jiggling frantically, Dawnelle screwed her eyes tightly shut, blotting out the image of his cruel face and the smile of triumph which twisted his lips into a sneer...but she could not blot out the racking pulses of lust which stormed through her body or the shameful knowledge that she had been made to surrender far more deeply than she had wanted.

Siteki, she remembered, had once told her that any slave who served him, would submit to the very bottom of her soul.

She was not a slave, but she had been made to submit as one and could not deny the incredible depth of passion he had wrung from her.

If she had been a slave, his words would have been, quite literally, true and she knew that after he had witnessed such submissive passion, he would never have permitted her to be anything but his full and permanent slave.

Hidden far down in the deepest, darkest corner of her whirling brain, a small voice asked whether that would really be so terrible, but Dawnelle crushed the thought ruthlessly, too frightened to even consider such an unthinkable notion, let alone answer it...!

As the torment in her body slowly eased, she opened her eyes.

„You climax well as a slave, Dawnelle,“ Siteki was looking straight at her and she blushed a bright red, embarrassingly aware of the glistening trails of love juices staining her body and emphasising the intensity of her surrender.

„Even better than I anticipated,“ he went on and she groaned into her gag, almost wishing that he would just take her and get the whole thing over and done with.

At least then she could be untied and taken ashore and she could begin to try to forget her humiliation at his hands.

„So well, in fact,“ he smiled, „That I’ve decided to change our agreement.“

Dawnelle froze, her eyes filled with a dreadful apprehension.

„I’m not going to take your money,“ he said casually, „I have plenty of my own and you have carried out your side of our bargain so willingly and given me so much pleasure, that it seems unjust to expect you to pay me.“

She couldn’t smile or express her thanks for his consideration, but crinkled her eyes as best she could, hoping he would see that she was grateful.

Siteki bent to pick up his crop and as he straightened, Dawnelle shuddered in sudden fear as she saw a malevolent gleam in his dark eyes.

„You offered me a deal, Dawnelle,“ he said icily, „You would do exactly as I wished and I would see that Mr Shimatsu did not enslave you. You have done your part and I shall do mine. Mr Shimatsu will not enslave you... but I shall!“

For a moment, there was dead silence, then Dawnelle screamed into her gag and her muscles corded beneath her smooth skin as she threw herself against her bonds, her eyes wild with terror.

Instantly, the crop slashed across the front of her left thigh and she screamed again as blistering heat seared into her flesh.

„Silence, bitch!“ he hissed, „Keep still! One more sound out of you and you’ll find out what a real whipping feels like!“

Dawnelle’s eyes bulged as she fought to ignore the pain in her thigh, but she could not hold back a soft moan of sheer terror as she understood that she had escaped enslavement by one cruel Master, only to fall into the clutches of another, even more merciless.

The whip struck a second time, at her right thigh, then bit into the softly rounded flesh of her belly as Siteki snarled, „I warned you, you bitch! That was your last chance!“

In pain, her body striped with flaring heat, Dawnelle choked back a scream and forced herself to remain perfectly still, knowing that any further disobedience on her part would be cruelly punished.

Siteki chuckled, „You’re learning,“ he sneered, „And you’ll learn a lot more in the next two weeks.

By the time I take you back to the island, you’ll know all there is to know about being an obedient slave. My obedient slave, because Mr Shimatsu has given you to me and I shall make quite sure that your performance does not let either of us down.“

It was then that Dawnelle learned that Siteki and Shimatsu were in league together and her eyes grew round as she realised how she had been tricked.

The whole thing, Shimatsu’s suggestion of the trip to the mainland, Siteki’s shock announcement that she was to be enslaved, his seemingly-reluctant acceptance of her desperate offer to let him take her, even his insistence that she display as a slave „just to let him see what Shimatsu was missing,“ all had been a cruel hoax designed to put her into a position where she would strip naked and allow herself to be tied up.

And it had worked!

In the false belief that she was securing her freedom, Dawnelle had fallen straight into their trap and as she stared in horrified misery at Siteki, the redhead knew that she had made a dreadful mistake.

In her desire to avoid being enslaved by Shimatsu, she had unwittingly delivered herself into Siteki’s power and in submitting to the tremendous climaxes he had imposed upon her bound body, she had shown him just how intense her passions could be. Her thoughts and fears showed clearly on her gagged face and Siteki read them as clearly as if she had shouted them aloud.

„That’s right,“ he said coldly, „You are going to be my slave, Dawnelle. A superbly obedient and submissive little slave who will serve me and anyone else I choose. In a few hours, I’ll take you back to the island and transfer you onto Mr Shimatsu’s junk. I am sure Captain Akido and his crew will be delighted to see you again and by the time they deliver us to my villa, I suspect... no, I’m quite certain that they will be much more intimately acquainted with your undeniable charms.“

Dawnelle shuddered helplessly as she learned that her body was to be given to the junk’s crew, but even more appalling news followed immediately as Siteki grinned evilly, „I shall fit your slave collar and your chains as soon as we arrive, Dawnelle,“ he told his trembling captive, „And then I shall take your advice. You remember, I’m sure. About not taking it easy on a slave and whipping her if she fails to be perfect!“

Dawnelle remembered, but had never intended the advice to apply to her...but now, she knew that it would be acted upon with merciless cruelty.

Her horror was complete as he added, „You will not need to wait until you go home to try out the effect of piercings either, slave. I shall fit your rings at the same time!“ and he gave a brutal shout of laughter as Dawnelle squealed in overwhelming despair.

He lifted the crop and sent it cracking across her thighs and belly, and finally to her ultimate horror, her breasts. Then, as she moaned in pain and fear, tore off his trousers and sent his fully-erect shaft plunging into her flooded belly, ravaging her with hard, fast lunges until she whimpered in abject surrender and an unwanted, but irresistible orgasm burst over her.

Unable to resist his masculine power, Dawnelle sobbed in anguish and humiliation as her body pulsed and spasmed, for he had not climaxed and she knew he was demonstrating his dominance over her. A dominance she could not but recognise as he left her moaning in her bondage, started the boat’s engines and headed back towards Shimatsu’s island, carrying a naked, spasming and thoroughly terrified ex-Mistress towards a future too awful to contemplate...

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