Woman slave forced sex | bdsm stories | Sisters in Slavery 10

As the days went by, Maxine and Melissa learned to serve their acknowledged Master with all the perfection he demanded, their every waking action and thought aimed solely at pleasing him and fulfilling his wishes, until obedience and submission became second nature to them.

On the increasingly rare occasions when they remembered their previous lives as free women, it was as a vague, barely believable dream which held little meaning and even less relevance, for that was in the past, before they had been kidnapped and enslaved.

Given no choice but to become lowly slaves, the two sisters accepted their fate and took what pride they could in the perfection of their service and the desirability of their collared bodies to their Master.

A desirability which increased each day as the slave heat in their bellies grew stronger and their response to his lips and hands became more intense and immediate, until a single caress or stroke of his ever-present crop was enough to set their bodies quivering with helpless need.

As she was forced to watch the two blondes succumb and slip deeper into total slavery, Soo Lin re-lived her own subjugation, knowing just how seductively thrilling it was to fall into the pit of sexual surrender... and how impossible it was to climb out.

On a lovely sunny day, Shimatsu ordered his slaves out into the courtyard of his house and as the naked trio knelt to display their beauty, he informed them that Siteki had returned to the island and would soon be joining them.

It was not good news for the three slaves, because they all knew that they would now have to serve two Masters... or three if Dawnelle had also returned.

Shimatsu beckoned the two blonde slaves forward and as they shuffled on their knees to his feet, he revelled in their willing obedience and humility. It was crystal clear to a Master of his experience that Maxine and Melissa had come to terms with their captivity and accepted enslavement as their inescapable fate. Perhaps, he mused, as they displayed their naked bodies before him, even relishing the bondage and whippings and submission that were now integral parts of their daily routine. Either way, it mattered little, he decided, for both were full slaves and would never again be given the opportunity to choose the future course of their lives.

That was for their Master to decide.

Casually, he reached for their breasts and as one, Maxine and Melissa arched their spines, pressing their breasts into his hands, their eyes sparkling with submissive pleasure as his fingers caressed their ringed nipples.

The gasps that accompanied his touch made him smile and as their nipples stiffened to rigidity beneath his fingers, he saw that his impressions of the change in them had been accurate.

They had accepted his Mastery and though he knew it would make no difference to their physical captivity and submission, he was pleased for them and even more so for himself.

A slave who accepted a Master willingly was always more satisfactory-and easier to control-than one who was forced to submit.

The throaty growl of an approaching vehicle came to his ears and he snapped his fingers, pointing to a spot nearby, „That will be Siteki,“ he said, „Prepare to greet him as you would any Master.

You too, Soo Lin.“

Instantly, all three slaves hurried to the spot he had indicated and knelt side by side, thighs spread, spines arched and hands crossed behind their backs to present their bodies.

Shimatsu nodded in satisfaction, then turned to watch as his Jeep drove in through the gateway with Captain Akido at the wheel and Ito Siteki lounging in the passenger seat.

But it was neither Akido nor Siteki who claimed the immediate and undivided attention of Shimatsu and his three displayed slaves...

In the rear seat of the vehicle, arms firmly bound over the padded roll-bar and legs hugely spread-eagled, stood a naked woman, her head encased in a featureless black leather hood!

It was impossible to tell who the woman was, but all too easy to see what she was, for at her full breasts and between the shaven, hairless lips of her parted sex, gleaming steel rings transfixed her pale flesh and proclaimed her to be a slave.

As did the multitude of faded pink stripes that adorned her thighs and belly and flanks, the all too evident result of merciless whippings. Maxine’s eyes opened wide in shock as she stared at the hooded woman and she gasped in sympathy for her plight, assuming that the woman was newly enslaved and imagining the terror she must be feeling. Beside her, Melissa and Soo Lin had much the same reaction, mixed with understandable curiosity about who the woman was and what she had done to earn such cruel punishment.

Akido and Siteki untied the woman’s legs and lifted her from the Jeep, then pushed her to her knees and stood back. Instantly, she hollowed her spine and spread her legs, displaying every curve and recess of her voluptuous figure in the lovely posture of a fully trained and instantly submissive slave, her breasts trembling as she offered herself to Masters she could not even see.

Siteki walked over to Shimatsu and bowed, then straightened with a cruel smile as Shimatsu gestured towards the hooded woman and said, „Welcome back, my friend. I see that two weeks was sufficient to enslave and train her. Just as you told me it would be.“

„More than sufficient, sir. It was necessary to be a little harsh with her, but as you see, the result is most satisfactory.“

„Indeed it is. Does she know where she is?“

„I am sure she suspects, but she has been kept hooded for the journey. With your permission, sir, I think it is time to confirm her suspicions.“

Shimatsu shrugged, „She is your slave, my friend. But I must admit to a certain... ah... curiosity to see her reaction.“

To Maxine, Melissa and Soo Lin, the revelation that the woman had only been enslaved for two weeks, was astonishing.

From her actions, they had imagined her to have had months of training and each felt a cold shiver of fear run up their spines as they realised just how ruthlessly she must have been subjugated to reach such a high standard so quickly.

As Siteki reached down and untied the cord which held the leather hood, the trio of slaves craned forward to see what manner of woman could become a slave in such a short time.

With a theatrical flourish, Siteki snatched the hood away...

A cascade of red-gold hair tumbled down around the woman’s shoulders and Melissa and Maxine gasped in unison as they saw the face of their erstwhile kidnapper and Mistress, Dawnelle O’Keefe!

But a Mistress no more, for with her face wet with sweat, distorted by a gag wedged between her jaws and with a heavy steel collar locked about her throat, Dawnelle was unmistakably a slave. A very, very frightened slave, for as she saw Shimatsu laughing down at her, her eyes rolled in sheer, stark terror and a muffled shriek leaked past the gag in her mouth as she shook her head in futile denial. As she did so, polished steel flashed in the sunshine and Maxine could hardly believe her eyes as she saw that Dawnelle wore a ring in her nose in addition to those at her nipples and labia!

Dangling from her pierced septum almost to her ripe upper lip, the barbaric adornment could not be hidden or disguised and Maxine felt a thrill of appalled fascination ripple through her belly as she realised how humiliating it must be for Dawnelle to have her subjugation so shamefully displayed.

Obvious to even the most casual glance, the ring advertised that here was a slave, a lovely female animal, tamed and available for use by those who understood the significance of what they saw and had the strength of will to act on their knowledge. Any Master or Mistress who came across Dawnelle would know immediately what she was and would not hesitate.

By one calculated act of fixing a ring through the redhead’s nose, Siteki had ensured that Dawnelle could never again conceal or deny her subjugation and had condemned her to lifelong slavery.

Despite her vivid recollection of the ordeals she had endured at Dawnelle’s hands when the redhead had been a Mistress, Maxine could almost feel sorry for the terrified woman. Almost, but not quite, for Dawnelle had been a cruel and demanding Mistress and Maxine was not yet ready to forgive and forget...

„To your belly, slut!“ Siteki barked, „Show Master Shimatsu your willingness to serve.“

Dawnelle threw herself to the ground before the millionaire and pressed her gagged lips to his feet, rubbing her cheeks against his shoes as Siteki gave a mocking laugh.

It was a stunning exhibition of the most abject submission and as the prostrate redhead grovelled in the dust, her audience of Masters and slaves looked on in awestruck silence, dumbfounded by the incredible transformation in her.

„Enough, slut! Display position.“

As Dawnelle struggled back to her knees and arched her dust smeared body, Siteki took a long thin chain from the Jeep, clipped it to her nose ring and held the free end out to Shimatsu, „I thank you for my slave, sir,“ he said, „And offer her to you, to use as you will.“

Deeply moved by the gesture, Shimatsu bowed his head and took the chain in his right hand, „I am honoured, my friend. Your slave is quite lovely and I will use her well.“

He turned for a moment and let his eyes rest on the trio of slaves kneeling behind him, then added,

„In return, I regret that I can only offer you and Captain Akido the services of my own unworthy slaves.“

Siteki and Akido bowed deeply, then watched as he walked slowly away towards the house, omitting to give Dawnelle permission to rise to her feet and forcing her to shuffle after him on her knees as the chain to her nose ring tightened.

Soo Lin, Maxine and Melissa dared not move from their ordered position, lest they be whipped, but as the chain-leashed redhead disappeared into the house, tremors of fearful anticipation set their naked bodies quivering as the two men turned to face them.

Shimatsu, their Master, owned them, but he had given them to these men and as hard black eyes appraised their displayed bodies, all three girls knew that they were going to be made to serve fully and perfectly as slaves.

Siteki chuckled, „I have already had these slaves, Captain,“ he said casually, „Why don’t you choose two and I will content myself with the other.“

Akido’s eyes glittered, „Thank you, sir. Then I choose the two Westerners.“

Maxine and Melissa shuddered as Siteki warned softly, „Have a care, Captain. Western women, even slaves, need to be watched.“

„Do not worry, sir. My two crewmen and I will be able to cope, I am sure.“

It was then that the sisters understood that they were to be made to satisfy not one man, but three and their eyes widened in alarm as Siteki gave a cruel laugh, „I am sure you will, Captain,“ and Akido hurried behind them to lock their wrist cuffs together.

„To my quarters, Soo Lin,“ Siteki ordered and with an anxious glance at her companions, the brunette hurried away, „Return the slaves by breakfast time tomorrow, Captain,“ he added and strode after her.

Akido wasted no time, knotting a rope from the Jeep’s roll bar to Melissa’s wrist cuffs and then to Maxine’s, leaving a gap of a yard between them, then climbing into the vehicle and driving off. The rope tightened and the blondes stumbled forward, forced into a clumsy jogtrot as the speed increased and yellow dust from the wheels rose in a cloud. All too soon, the frightened twins reached the moored junk and as Akido blew the horn, his two wiry crewmen dashed down the gangplank and helped him drag the trembling captives aboard.

Thrown to her belly, Maxine squealed in fear as her ankles were lashed together and was then unable to resist as her mouth was forced open and three loops of rope crammed between her teeth and knotted behind her head.

She could only watch helplessly as Melissa was gagged and her slim body bound face-up over one of two skylights, her legs and momentarily released arms hugely spread to iron ringbolts set into the wooden deck. Then it was her turn and though she struggled desperately, against the combined strength of three men, she was powerless to prevent them spread-eagling her over the second skylight. Belly-up under the blue sky, muscles straining hopelessly against their bonds, each could not help but see the merciless exposure of her sister’s naked body and as their eyes met, each shuddered wildly, knowing that they could do nothing to save either themselves or their twin.

At a brief order from his Captain, one of the crewmen hurried below and when he returned, he carried a bundle of long, thin cords in his hand.

For a moment, Maxine was unable to guess their purpose, but as the crewman moved to stand between her widely spread thighs and shook the cords into shape, she gave a terrified whimper and wrenched wildly at her bound limbs.

With a cruel grin, the man raised his arm and brought the improvised cat o’ nine tails slapping down across Maxine’s unprotected belly and thighs, the thin cords splaying out to snap at her in a dozen places simultaneously. Maxine screamed in anguish as red heat raged through her, but could do nothing to resist and as the cat branded her cowering flesh with a mesh of stinging stripes, her eyes grew round with the despairing realisation that the merciless punishment of her defenceless body had kindled an equally fierce blaze between her gaping thighs.

Trained to respond helplessly to all forms of stimulation, she could not control the slave heat that rose in her belly and as Captain Akido and his men recognised the all too obvious signs of her sexual arousal, they turned their attention... and their cat o’ nine tails... to Melissa’s offered nudity, knowing full well that Maxine’s submissive passion would only grow hotter and more intense until they chose to force her to serve them as the utterly subjugated slave she was!

Spread-eagled for the men’s pleasure, Melissa screamed and writhed as the cat painted her body with patches of scarlet fire and as she, like her sister, surrendered to the irresistible power of her ruthless subjugation, her frantic need shone unmistakably from her wide, blue eyes.

As befitted his rank, Captain Akido took his choice first and as his hands captured her upthrust nipples and delved between her spread thighs, Melissa screamed and sobbed as blazing slave heat ignited in her body. Unable to close her legs or defend herself in any way, she could only respond as the intensely submissive slave she was and as his thick shaft forced its way into her sex and onwards into the receptive heat of her roiling belly, she hurtled into a devastating orgasm.

Urged on by the comments and grins of his watching crewmen, Akido slowed his thrusts, enjoying Melissa’s violent contractions as she spasmed around his embedded maleness, then, as her first climax passed its peak, began to build her passion a second time. This time, though, he did not hold back and as Melissa whimpered to the unbearable ecstasy raging through her body, he used her fully, plunging deep into the core of her belly to release his seed in hosing torrents and drive her into a second orgasm of stupendous power. Before the eyes of the men and those of her own sister, Melissa came as a true slave, submitting totally to her Master as her belly pulsed wildly to the gushes of scalding love juices that crashed down over his throbbing flesh.

Mightily aroused by the sights and sounds of their Captain’s demolition of Melissa, the two crewmen delayed their own pleasures no longer and as Maxine squealed in horror and jerked vainly at her bonds, one buried himself in her helpless body while the other’s lips and tongue feasted on her breasts and nipples.

Not since Dawnelle had been taught her slavery in the same manner had the two men been given such an opportunity and they did not waste their chance, forcing Maxine to respond and submit to their ruthless demands with all the frenzied passion of which she was capable.

From her stone-hard nipples to the seething maelstrom of her belly, Maxine’s juddering torso was engulfed in an inferno of incandescent fire and as she arched up to meet the rigid shafts that impaled her as both men sated their lusts in her defenceless body, climax after climax ripped through her quaking, gasping nudity, flooding her belly with waves of boiling love juices as she surrendered again and again to the brutal power of her dominant Masters.

Shattered by the torment imposed upon them, Maxine and Melissa wept and moaned as they were left in their tight bondage, but as the sun slowly sank below the horizon and they heard the chink of glasses and the men’s rough laughter from below decks, they knew that their trials were not over.

In the pitch-black darkness, they could not tell which of the men came to them, but as each of the blondes was taken again and then, some long time later, for a third time, it made no difference to the intense and helpless submission each was forced to give.

Taken as slaves by their unknown Masters, they surrendered as slaves and as their bellies exploded in giant orgasms, Maxine and Melissa sank deeper and deeper into the bottomless pit of their inescapable subjugation.

At some point, their gags were released to permit them to eat and drink thirstily, but even this small consideration had to be paid for...

No sooner had they finished the water, than warm, semi-hard flesh was pressed against their soft lips and they were made to please their Masters. With no option but to obey, each sister licked and sucked delicately until the rods of flesh stiffened in response to their ministrations and then had to take the shafts into their mouths to complete the humiliating task.

Gagged by their Masters’ renewed lusts and panting for breath through flaring nostrils, Maxine and Melissa utilised their hard-won expertise to satisfy their captors and as their mouths and throats swallowed down the men’s salty tribute to their skills, satisfy them they did.

Until, gagged once more, they were at last left to rest as best they could in their unrelenting bondage, to ponder on the number and depth of their submissions and to worry about when and to whom their sexual services would next be given...

On her knees, nose-leashed, Dawnelle stared with frightened eyes at the back of her one-time employer and, for now, absolute Master as she shuffled awkwardly after him.

Inside the house, he ordered her to her feet, then shortened the chain in his hand until she was bent over, her head at his waist.

Without another word, he led her to his palatial suite, where, ignoring her soft whimpers of distress, he climbed on a chair and passed her leash through an eye-bolt in the ceiling.

As he shortened the chain, Dawnelle strained her body upwards, rising on tiptoe, her neck cruelly arched in a desperate effort to relieve the unremitting tension on her nose ring.

She could not move and dared not relax for even a second and when he secured the chain and got off the chair, she could not even see him.

„I am told that you approve of slaves being pierced and ringed, Dawnelle,“ Shimatsu’s voice was full of good humour, „So much so that you planned to experiment when you returned home.“

He paused as Dawnelle’s eyes opened wide and she gave a groan of despair, then continued, „Sadly for you, of course, you will not be going home, but at least you have the compensation of knowing that your Master and I share your views on the effectiveness of piercings in the training and discipline of slaves. Especially when coupled with more... ah... traditional methods of ensuring a slave’s obedience.“

From behind her back, the redhead heard a crop whistle through the air and her taut buttocks flinched instinctively in anticipation of a blow which never came.

Shimatsu chuckled evilly as he noted her reaction, then sent the whip hissing down again... but this time, the abbreviated whistle ended in the sharp crack of leather on flesh!

Dawnelle screamed in pain and her body jerked helplessly as heat blazed across her bottom, but the chain to her nose ring tugged and she moaned in terrible anguish, knowing she was unable to avoid his whip.

Shimatsu moved in front of her and as the tip of his crop flicked at her defenceless breasts, told her firmly, „There are three reasons why I am going to whip you, Dawnelle. One, you failed me and allowed the „Black“ file to be compromised. Two, you showed a deplorable lack of respect for both me and my friend, your new Master. Three, and the most relevant to your present and future status, I shall whip you because you are a slave and may be whipped whenever it pleases me!“

His tone was perfectly calm and devoid of any trace of anger and as he reached up to unbuckle her gag, Dawnelle knew that his mind was made up and that nothing she could say would deflect him from his plan.

But she had to try and the moment he pulled the gag from her mouth, she took a deep breath, „I beg your forgiveness, Master,“ she said humbly, „I did not know I had offended you and I am truly s...

sorry. If you will p... permit me, I will make it up to you.“

„I see. And how would you propose to do that?“ he asked mischievously and Dawnelle trembled, aware that he was toying with her.

„If you w... wish it, I will serve you, my Master,“ she offered nervously, „As a f... full and w...

willing slave.“

Shimatsu was enjoying himself, secure in the knowledge of his complete control over her, „Oh,“ he exclaimed, feigning surprise, „But I thought you were a dominant Mistress, Dawnelle?“

The redhead blushed as he mocked her, but forced herself to play his cruel game, „No, Master,“ she whispered, „I was never a true M... Mistress. I only th... thought I was dominant, but now I know that I am a...a slave.“

Tiring of the joke, Shimatsu’s voice crackled with icy authority, „Yes, you are a slave,“ he snapped,

„A hot, randy slut, fit only to serve and be used by your Masters! Isn’t that right, slave?“

Dawnelle shuddered in horror, then screamed as his crop slashed across her stretched thighs.

„Isn’t that right, slave?“

„Yes, Master,“ she squealed, „Yes! I’m a hot, randy slut, fit only to serve my Masters! Let me serve you, Master. Please, Master! I will please you, Master, truly I will. Use me and teach me my slavery, Master. I beg for your touch, Master!“

„Slut!“ he sneered harshly, „It was always clear to me that you were too weak to do more than play at being a Mistress. But your fun is over now you Western bitch and it is my turn to show you the power of a true Master!“

He raised his crop and sent it burning across her defenceless body, heedless of her screams and sobs as he branded her thighs and buttocks and belly with innumerable stripes of redly stinging heat!

When his arm at last grew tired and brought her merciless punishment to an end, Dawnelle’s buttocks and thighs glowed a fiery red and as he released the chain to her nose ring, she fell to the floor writhing in pain and anguish and total, unconditional submission.

His hand knotted in her long red hair and dragged her to her feet, then bent her over the heavy wooden rail at the foot of his bed and held her as he freed his rampant maleness, kicked her legs apart and penetrated her with a single, brutal lunge.

A despairing wail of ecstatic misery burst from Dawnelle’s throat as her Master buried himself in her body, for despite her pain and terror, her internal muscles clamped like a vice around his throbbing shaft and drew him into the churning vortex of her belly in the uncontrollable response of a natural sex-slave.

Betrayed by her own body, Dawnelle was lost and as her Master took her with jolting thrusts of his hips, her belly convulsed time and again to paroxysms of shattering intensity.

True to his word to Siteki, Shimatsu used her fully and well and only when he was totally convinced of her subjection and perfectly satisfied, did he cuff her ankles and chain her on her knees to the bedpost, within easy reach of his hands and his crop.

Both of which he used on her during the long night which followed as he taught her afresh the instant obedience and surrender that she as a slave must give, until her helplessly bound body leapt and spasmed to his touch and her love juices oozed from her sex to stain her thighs and the floor beneath!

In the darkened bedroom, while her Master slept, Dawnelle wept in silent anguish as irresistible slave heat simmered in her belly.

Slave heat that any Master’s touch could awaken...

Soo Lin was the most experienced of any of the four slaves who served Masters that night and as such, her subjugation by Siteki was, perhaps, the most strictly enforced.

Within seconds of arriving at his quarters, she was ordered to her belly in the centre of his bed and broad leather cuffs were buckled on her wrists and ankles, over the permanent steel ones she wore.

It was not the first time she had worn them and she knew at once what lay ahead.

Without waiting for Siteki’s order, she reached back and grabbed her right ankle in her right hand and then repeated the action with her left hand, hollowing her spine into a deep curve.

„Very good, Soo Lin,“ he said approvingly, „I see you remember.“

„Yes, Master,“ she replied and her belly swirled with thrilling warmth as she recalled the other occasions when she had worn the broad cuffs.

He bent to clip each pair of her wrists and ankles together and as she was hogtied, he chuckled softly, „You like this tie, don’t you?“

„Yes, Master,“ she said truthfully, „I do,“ and shivered as his huge hands stroked her naked flanks.

„Then we should both enjoy tonight,“ he told her firmly and busied himself with attaching a steel spreader bar between her knees.

Deprived of the ability to close her legs, Soo Lin could only hope that he was right.

She had no doubt that he would enjoy what he did to her, but whether she would find it so pleasant was rather more questionable.

As a ring gag wedged between her teeth, silencing her and holding her mouth in a stretched „O“, she gave in to the inevitable and concentrated on the wet heat building in her sex.

With a metallic rattle, chain descended from a pulley in the ceiling above her and as he clipped it to the heavy rings set into her cuffs and pulled, her bound body rose from the bed!

Suspended in mid-air, some two feet above the sheets, Soo Lin’s own weight held her limbs immobile and her body swung gently to and fro as her Master positioned her exactly as he wanted and secured the chain conveniently to hand.

Like a piece of fruit ripe for the plucking, Soo Lin’s slender body dangled only inches above Siteki as he stripped and slid into bed and as he smiled up into her brown eyes, she gulped in nervous anticipation, acutely conscious that the entire smooth curve of her body, from neck to groin, hung open and deliciously vulnerable to him.

Slowly raising his head to bridge the small gap between her breasts and his lips, Siteki took her left nipple into his mouth and teased the delicate bud until it grew hard and engorged, then did the same with her left.

Soo Lin groaned with pleasure as her nipples stiffened and the soft flesh of her belly fluttered in response to the fierce desire his lips kindled, but his expert bondage left her no way to resist him, even if she had wanted to and when his fingers eventually sought out the moist cleft between her thighs and slipped easily into her body, she surrendered willingly to his erotic dominance.

Her first climax peaked in seconds and as her belly melted into a pool of liquid fire and her love juices flowed down over his fingers like a river, Siteki gazed deep into her pleading eyes.

„Superb, Soo Lin,“ he breathed, „Dawnelle and her friends have learned much about pleasing Masters since arriving here, but they are not yet your equal!“

Soo Lin trembled with the joy and passion of her submission as he spoke, then her fervent desire intensified as he removed the spreader bar and began to lower her.

As her parted thighs straddled him, his rigid erection sank into the slickly lubricated channel of her sex, penetrating and filling her as she descended until she knelt astride him and the full length and girth of his massive shaft was deep inside her body.

His hands fastened on her swollen breasts and she screamed in helpless rapture as his hips bucked upwards, triggering her second climax... then a third... and then a fourth when his seed jetted into the bubbling, shuddering cauldron of her belly.

Sated, her Master replaced the bar between her knees, tightened the chain and hoisted her back into the air, to spasm and tremble and moan in the throes of her orgasmic bliss as he relaxed and recovered.

But only until he felt a desire to use her once more...

Whereupon, he lowered her hogtied body until his semi-hard maleness slid through the steel ring stretching her lips and sank into the moist warmth of her mouth.

Suspended from the chain, her hogtied body incapable of voluntary movement, Soo Lin was powerless to eject his awakening flesh or withdraw her lips from the intimate embrace and as she licked and sucked in helpless obedience to his unspoken command, his maleness lengthened and thickened until her cheeks bulged and her nostrils flared as she panted for breath.

Savouring the exquisite pleasure Soo Lin was forced to provide, Siteki lifted his hands to her dangling breasts and the gaping cleft of her sex, arousing and exploring her until her body juddered and trembled and soft moans of unbearable need filtered past the huge, fleshy gag between her lips.

Buried deep in her mouth, Siteki’s rigid shaft began to pulse and as his spend gushed into her throat and she swallowed desperately in the ultimate exhibition of her submission of his Mastery, he sent his fingers spearing into her quaking belly to trigger the immense, uncontrollable explosions of Soo Lin’s orgasm.

Her belly convulsed again and again as she came, hot love juices flooding down and trickling from her sex and she squealed in the ecstatic rapture of her submission to her Master The submission of a genuine, willing and permanent slave.

Siteki hauled on the chain and as Soo Lin rose to dangle helplessly above him, he grinned up at her trembling, stained body and wide, anguished eyes.

„Most satisfactory, slave,“ he chuckled, „You have quite drained me. I shall sleep well now. And if you are wise, you will not disturb me.“

Soo Lin stared down at him and swallowed nervously at the warning in his words.

If she woke him, she understood that he would whip her in spite of the pleasure she had given him.

It was the way of Masters with their slaves and she knew he would not hesitate.

As he settled himself in the comfort of his bed and closed his eyes, Soo Lin felt her tightly bound limbs and cruelly stretched muscles protest at her continued bondage suspension.

Protests which she could do nothing to alleviate and which she had no option but to endure until he saw fit to take pity on her and release her.

And pity was not a quality for which Siteki, or any other Master, was noted.

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