At last, at long, long last, Gemma's sweat drenched, feebly spasming body could give no more and she was left to moan and sob and whimper in her suspension as her Masters left her alone in the lounge to recover as best she might.
Time passed and the room grew dim as the sun began to set, but it brought no relief to Gemma for, as exhausted and devastated as she was, the fires kindled in her breasts and belly and sex by her ruthless subjugation simply refused to die and she whimpered in despairing anguish as tremors and shudders of fierce desire returned to rack her helpless body.
It was then that a man, a Master she did not know returned to the room. He did not speak, but simply unbuckled her gag, pulled it from her mouth and let it dangle below her chin, watching calmly as she worked her stiffened jaws.
Unable to endure the renewed turmoil in her belly, Gemma begged in her need, "Please, Master. I need you, my Master," and the man's teeth gleamed whitely in the gloom as he heard the piteous desperation in her voice.
"Me, slave.....or any man?" he asked softly and Gemma trembled violently, her belled breasts jingling, knowing the answer!
"Ah, well. No matter, slave," and he thrust her gag back into her mouth, silencing her.
Strapped tightly to the wooden pole, she couldn't do a thing as he supported her legs, slid the pole free, eased her feet down to the floor, then did the same with her shoulders and lay her on her back on the thick carpet.
He busied himself at the ropes enmeshing her legs and as they loosened, Gemma opened herself to his gaze and his touch, her shame unable to compete with the burning lust engulfing her belly. Uncaring that her torso and arms remained firmly bound, she surrendered instantly, her hips rising clear of the carpet beneath her as his fingers caressed the slick wetness of her sex, bringing soft moans of unbearable longing from her gagged lips.
As he positioned himself between her spread thighs and his thick maleness slid smoothly into her welcoming warmth, Gemma arched into a straining bow, her belly enfolding him and drawing him deep into the cauldron of her passion, her eyes wide in the unseeing stare of a slave in need as she was taken in hard, fast lunges.
He reached his peak quickly, but not so quickly as Gemma and as her body writhed beneath him in the ecstasy of her long awaited release, her muffled squeals of surrender built to a shrill scream as his spend thundered into her belly to drown her shame and fears and anguish in scalding torrents of pulsing love juices as his body bucked against hers.
For long minutes, they lay locked together panting for breath, his eyes gazing down into hers, enjoying her submission and his dominance as she spasmed in the orgasm he had forced upon her...albeit, with her willing and even enthusiastic cooperation...and Gemma felt the colour rise into her cheeks as he basked in his absolute Mastery of her.
Slowly, his lips curved into a broad grin, "I am pleased with you, slave," he said at last, "I am sure you will be worth every penny I paid for you. And if not, then I have no doubt you will fetch a good price on the open market!"
His casual words sent a thrill of horror through his captive and he chuckled cruelly as her eyes reflected her terror, "Oh yes, slave," he assured her, "There is a thriving market for pretty slavegirls like you and it is by no means unknown for a slave who has not been fully pleasing to be sold on to other Masters. Of course," he went on reflectively, "Her new Masters know why she is being sold on and tend to be, shall we say, rather..ah..strict with her, until she learns to behave," he nodded down into Gemma's frightened face, "But that is not a problem for you...yet...and as long as you strive to please your other Masters in The Consortium as well as you pleased me, I'm sure everything will be fine," and he slid easily from Gemma's belly.
Big, hot tears welled up in her eyes as he took hold of the ropes and re-tied her legs, but he was unconcerned by her distress, "Don't waste your time, slave," he told her, "I'm tear-proof. Anyway, you're pretty lucky. Not every slavegirl gets a nice collar and cuffs and pretty bells like yours, you know," and he tied the last knot to leave Gemma as hopelessly bound as before.
Only now, she had begged to be taken as a slave and had been. Taken and then warned of the consequences of failing to be pleasing!
Demoralised, she watched numbly as he rose and went to the door.
"See you soon," he waved briefly, "Next time, your piercings will be healed. I'll have to think of something...." and he was gone, leaving Gemma helpless with her brain racing as she was reminded that she wore rings in her nipples and that her Masters saw her as more of a slave than ever!
A slave whose sole function was to provide pleasure to her Masters, her body theirs to arouse and use and enjoy as they wished, no matter what the cost in shame and discomfort and anguish to their powerless victim.
Exactly as she had been used by the dominant Master who had just left her and whose name she did not even know!
Gemma looked down through the gathering gloom to the pale swells of her breasts and gave an involuntary shiver as she saw the glimmer of steel transfixing her flesh and marking her as The Corporation's captive. Her slightest movement set the silver bells tinkling musically and her face burned as she remembered how Roxwell and the others had laughed when he had joked that the sound would tell them when she was coming!
The trouble was, he had been correct. Not only did the bells betray her each time a Master or Mistress aroused her, but her piercings had had a secondary effect...that of increasing the sensitivity of her already extremely responsive breasts.
Despite her climaxes, her nipples remained semi-erect and achingly tender and Gemma knew only too well that a single caress or kiss to her ringed buds would send blistering arousal surging through her body.
Alone in the darkened lounge and bound inescapably to the pole at her spine, Gemma's eyes grew round in the knowledge that she was no longer in command of her own body, or of her Fate. Both now lay in the hands of The Corporation and it was they, not she, who would decide how and when and even if, their slave would be made to give or receive pleasure.
Gemma had, and would never have, a say in the matter. She was the slave and as such, was simply required to obey. Nothing more, but definitely nothing less!
The harsh reality of her situation, hard though it was for her to accept, was strangely comforting, for she had no other option and nothing she could possibly say or do could affect the fact of her captivity. For as long as she was enslaved, she must try to forget her previous life, forget that she was once free, forget about the choices and rights she had once enjoyed and just do her utmost to avoid punishment by obeying and pleasing her Masters for as long as it took!
It was a hard, hard decision to be forced to take, but Gemma was a realist and made herself confront and accept the inevitable. She could not fight ropes and chains and riding crops, and would suffer if she tried, so she must obey and become the slave her Masters desired....no matter how difficult or humiliating that course of action might be!
Her decision made, Gemma relaxed as best she could and allowed her mind to replay the day's events, a glow of pleasure warming her belly as she remembered being carried into the room on the shoulders of her Masters and the touch of many hands on her helpless body. Shameful memories, certainly, but deliciously erotic for a tightly bound slave who accepted her subjugation.
As Gemma had and did!
Even the terrible shock of her piercings took on a different light as Gemma surrendered to powers far stronger than herself and her belly swirled deliciously as she visualised how vulnerable and desirable she must have looked to her Masters as her naked body was adorned with the rings of their ownership of her.
Trembling with the sexual heat generated by her own imagination, the tinkling bells at her breasts telling of her excitement, Gemma smiled behind her gag as she lived again the shameful ecstasy of being aroused and taken by the unknown Master who had used her for his pleasure and then simply re-tied her and left her alone!
Cruel, arrogant, totally dominant, he had been all these things, but she h
ad still submitted utterly to him and revelled in her own powerlessness!
Immersed in her memories, simmering gently with a pleasurable arousal, Gemma yielded to the truth of her own submissive nature.....
The doors to the lounge opened and Gemma screwed her eyes shut against the sudden glare as the lights blazed.
Her Masters, Axel and Nicos strode over and began to untie her, then stood over her as she winced to the discomfort of returning mobility to her stiffened limbs.
"On your feet, slave. Time you went back to your cell."
As she obeyed and got to her feet, her bells jingled and she straightened her spine to show off her rings, well aware of her Masters' eyes upon her breasts and their smiles as they saw her display her submission.
"Forward, slave," and Gemma preceded them from the lounge, her hands clasped together behind her back, even though she was not bound, her body held proudly as she obeyed like the true slave she had finally become.
In her cell, she knelt motionless as her Masters surveyed her nude, stained body.
"Your rings and bells suit you, slave," Nicos observed and Gemma lowered her eyes, whispering, "Thank you, Master. Your slave is pleased that you like them."
"Oh, I do. No soreness or discomfort? Good, good."
Axel, by contrast, was far less considerate "I hear that you responded as a really hot little slave after we left you in the lounge," he said silkily and Gemma's face blushed a bright crimson as she realised that her subjugation by the unknown man was common knowledge.
"Well, slave? Is that true?" he persisted and she knew she must answer.
Dropping her eyes from his predatory gaze, Gemma nodded her head dumbly, admitting her shame as a tremor set the bells at her breasts tinkling gently.
"Yes," he agreed cruelly, "You were quite good, apparently. Good enough to avoid a cropping for failing to please, anyway," and Gemma's flush deepened even as the grudging compliment sent a shiver of pleasure up her spine.
Her eyes jerked up to his face as he continued, "It would be a shame if you earned yourself a cropping for failing to please me, now wouldn't it?" and his fingers rubbed slowly at his crotch.
Gemma knew what he wanted and knew what she must do. She sucked in a deep breath, "May I be permitted to please you, my Master?" she asked humbly.
Axel chuckled, "You'd better, slave," he warned ominously, but then, as Gemma reached out a hand to unzip him, he snapped, "No! Not with your fingers, slave. With your lips!" and the brunette gulped as she clasped her hands behind her.
Towering over her, legs spread and his hands on his hips, Axel, her Master, watched as his naked slavegirl struggle to capture the elusive zip between her teeth, her pretty face pressed against his bulging crotch as she fought to obey his order, her fumbling efforts giving evidence of her inexperience and adding to his pleasure and amusement.
At last, Gemma was able to grip the zip securely and inclined her head to draw it downwards, releasing his large, semi-erect manhood.
Slowly, remembering the very first time she had pleasured a Master, Roxwell, in this way, she began to kiss and lick delicately at the fleshy shaft, every touch of her lips and tongue having its effect until he grew iron hard, thrusting rigidly from his thicket of pubic hair and twitching to every caress of her soft lips.
Secretly thrilled by her success, Gemma pursed her lips into an "O" and took him into her mouth, tasting and smelling again the salty musk of a man, a Master, she must satisfy. Kneeling before her Master, her face pressed to his groin, mouth and lips working to please him, Gemma didn't even try to deny the deliciously submissive arousal she felt and concentrated on sucking and licking his flesh to give him the climax he wanted and which she fervently wished to give him.
His strong hands gripped her hair, pressing her face tight to his belly and she spluttered helplessly, her cheeks bulging as his throbbing maleness filled every crevice of her mouth. Instinctively she tried to draw back, her hands coming from behind her spine to try to lever her away.
A squeal of pain burst from her nose as a crop cracked across her buttocks bringing flaring heat.
"Replace your hands, slave. You were not given permission to move!"
It was her Master, Nicos' voice from behind her and Gemma's belly filled with churning need as his calm command and his stinging crop forced her to obey.
At the mercy of her two Masters and their inflexible discipline, Gemma dared not resist and redoubled her efforts, her tongue and lips squeezing and working furiously as Axel grew even larger in her mouth as his climax neared its peak. His hips bucked massively, once, twice and then again and Gemma's mouth filled with his hot salty spend as he came and came, her throat working desperately as his seed jetted and pulsed, some escaping past her pursed lips to dribble down her chin and over her heaving breasts.
His deep groan of fulfilment accompanied Gemma's gasps as he climaxed and her belly burned with delicious warmth as she savoured the submissive joy of pleasuring a Master in the most intimate way possible.
Axel pulled her face from his belly, "Not bad, slave," he grated, but his eyes glinted with pleasure, and his reddened face told Gemma that her performance had been far better than his words admitted, "Yes, not bad at all. You like oral Nicos, do you want to give her a try? She's really pretty good for a new slave."
"So I saw, my friend," Nicos replied good humouredly and Gemma blushed with pride and embarrassment, "But I shall wait until she visits my yacht and I can enjoy the many talents she undoubtedly possesses in the open air and sunshine."
Gemma could not control the gasp of excitement his words brought from her and Nicos smiled knowingly, "Ah, slave, you like that idea, I see. That is good. I shall look forward to it...as, no doubt, will my crew and my guests...." and his dark eyes bored into Gemma's as her bells tinkled softly to the trembles which shook her body.
Axel zipped himself up, "Suit yourself, Nicos. Come on, let's leave her now. Those piercings have still got to finish healing and when they have she'll be going on to Alicia and Lydia."
"True Axel. I would not mind being present for that. They have quite a reputation for being...imaginative...and I am sure it will be most entertaining. At least for them. Farewell for now, slave, I will see you again, quite soon," and the dark haired Cypriot Master turned away.
"Yeah. The day after tomorrow, slave. That's when you'll be picked up to go to Alicia's," Axel told her, then he too turned away.
The door swung closed and Gemma heard the bolts slide across. She was alone and imprisoned and in two days, she would be the slave of two hard, demanding Mistresses.
Her belly kicked powerfully as she wondered what lay in store. Lydia was the surgeon who had pierced and ringed her nipples and Alicia had told Gemma that she would be taught to please Mistresses as well as Masters!
Two women...two Mistresses...and imaginative ones, at that!
Gemma shivered with anxiety and anticipation, her bells jingling musically.
She would inevitably be made to submit to them both.
Dominant females themselves, how would they treat a submissive female?
Would they be kinder than men...or even tougher?
Gemma had no way of knowing...not until the day after tomorrow!
CHAPTER 9
It stood on the driveway outside Axel's home, looking like an ordinary wooden crate, about three feet long on all sides and with no distinguishing markings. To any casual observer it would have appeared quite unremarkable, with nothing to separate it from the thousands of other similar crates used every day to transport goods about the world. To any casual observer that is, who was unaware that what he or she was looking at was, in fact, a carefully designed and thoroughly tested method of transferring slavegirls from one location to another in safety and with absolute discretion. Had the walls of the box been transparent, rather than of surprisingly thick plywood backed by several inches of sound deadening foam rubber, the same observer would have been able to see that the crate contained a naked sl
avegirl, gagged into silence and bound into immobility!
Gemma sat on the padded floor of the crate, her legs half bent, knees and ankles lashed firmly together, webbing straps to top, bottom and sides of the crate preventing the slightest movement of her lower limbs. Further straps, equally tight, held her at hips, waist, chest, neck and forehead, while her wrists and elbows were clamped rigidly to the sides of the box by yet more webbing, reducing to zero her chances of attracting unwanted attention to her plight. The broad black gag strap covering her face from nose to chin and its attached leather cylinder wedged deep between her parted jaws, reduced her loudest protests to stifled mumbles and even these were soaked up by the thick foam rubber sound proofing of her mobile prison.
Gemma Page 15
