by Pat Powers
Her breasts swayed and dangled as she crawled, and Julia could see gleams of light from the rings set in her nipples. She could also see something dangling from Cindy's crotch, but couldn't quite make it out because Cindy kept her head turned down slightly and her rear hiked high in the air as she crawled.
Cindy crawled directly to where Jack sat and then spread her arms out before her on the floor, pressing her face to the floor.
"Master, I beg to be yours tonight," said Cindy. "I beg your rich, steaming bonds."
"You will be mine then, spicy little slavegirl," said Jack.
Cindy crawled over to Julia's feet. "Mistress, I beg to be yours tonight. I beg your flavorful yet invigorating bonds."
Julia looked at Jack, confused.
"Actually, I was kind of hoping to be the slavegirl to both Cindy and you," she said.
"Sure thing," said Jack. "Refuse her offer of slavery, and then ask for our bonds."
"I refuse to be your mistress tonight," Julia said. "You shall not have my wry, insightful bonds."
"Very good," said Jack. "You've got the spirit of it. We have our rituals here, but we handle them our way. This is all about having fun, after all. Nw, slave Cindy, I order you to guide Julia to the make-ready room and help her make ready. You know, those female things you do."
"Yes, oh cromulent one," Cindy said.
Cindy turned so that her backside now faced them. Julia noticed that there was no pubic hair anywhere on her crotch, that from navel to lower back her skin was smooth as could be. And she wasn't surprised to see a ring set in Cindy's labia, from which a short chain dangled, ending in another ring set in Cindy's other labia. The chain swung every time Cindy moved her backside. The sensation must be exquisite, Julia thought..
"Please follow me, Julia," said Cindy. There was no `mistress' this time. Julia was not going to be her mistress.
Julia got down on all fours and followed as Cindy crawled back behind the curtains. As soon as they were behind the curtains, Cindy was up and on her feet, grinning devilishly at Julia.
"So ya wanna be a slavegirl eh?" she asked. "Well, you've definitely come to right place."
Julia smiled back at Cindy, reassured by the warmth and happiness in Cindy's smile. Cindy and Jack were definitely kinky, but there was a warmth and happiness to the way they did it that Julia hadn't expected.
"First thing you have to do is get naked," said Cindy. "Slaves don't wear clothes unless ordered to by their master."
"So, Jack picks out all your clothes for you?" Julia asked as she began removing her own clothes.
"Not by a long shot," said Cindy. "He doesn't have much fashion sense. Only for our private times together. And even then, I design and make most of my costumes. He mostly just approves of what I do, to tell you the truth."
Julia stripped quickly and easily. She had next to no self-consciousness about her body. She had been totally naked in three-fourths of the movies she'd made, generally faking or engaging in sexual intercourse as well. The sex on TV had become a LOT more explicit after the Morality Laws period, so that now everyone who got cable TV knew exactly what her vaginal lips and anus looked like under a variety of circumstances.
They looked very, very good of course. Julia knew that, it was the only thing that had made the public nudity bearable at first, in fact, it was one of the things that had led her down her career path as a B-movie sex and scream queen. She had such an incredible body, everyone said. So use that beauty. And she had.
After her 10th film or so, she felt that she could have stripped naked anywhere and done anything sexual with anyone without turning a hair, so long as there was a movie camera trained on her.
"Oh, you are a beauty," said Cindy.
"Thank you," Julia said. She'd heard this a lot, mostly from guys who wanted to fuck her. From Cindy it was merely praise, she knew.
"Let's get you decked out in you slave gear, then," said Cindy. "I have some old cuff and collar sets that should fit you with adjustment.
For the next few minutes Cindy flitted about, fitting Julia with the same gear that she herself wore. It was a lot like being in makeup prior to a scene, so Julia just passively allowed Cindy to take care of her.
"Do you have any piercings?" Cindy asked.
"Both nipples and one of my labia," said Julia. "I wish I'd gotten both done now that I see the way that chain works."
"Yeah, it's nice, very symbolic," said Cindy. "My labia are chained shut -- only my master can open them. So, would you like some rings for your piercings? Have you kept them open?"
"Sure, I'd like some rings," said Julia. "I had some rings in them just this weekend when I was out on a date, so they should still be open. There was no discomfort then. But then, my rings aren't so big as yours."
"Yeah, I kinda like feeling them tugging at my private parts under my clothing, so I wear big ones that tug pretty good," said Cindy. "We'll get some smaller ones for you."
Cindy opened up a box full of rings and weights and so forth, and in a few moments she'd selected a few to try out on Julia. Without so much as a by-your-leave she leaned forward and sucked on Julia's nipples so that they stuck out, then carefully and patiently worked the rings into her nipples. It was close, slow work and by the time Cindy was through, Julia's nipples were still fully erect, but not because of any coolness in the room. Cindy, while not a lesbian by inclination, had few inhibitions.
Cindy flipped the rings in Julia's nipples experimentally a few times. "Feels all right?" she asked.
"Feels very good," Julia responded warmly.
"Yeah, I got that impression," Cindy said. "OK, then, next ring."
Cindy picked out a larger, thicker ring and knelt in front of Julia.
"You're gonna have to spread your lower lips a little for this," Cindy said.
Julia complied, feeling strangely vulnerable and hot as as she spread her legs at Cindy's command.
Cindy said, "Now I need to lubricate your ring so it goes in easier. Jack says only pussy dew should be used to lubricate a pussy ring, and I agree with him on that.."
"Pussy what?" Julia asked.
"Pussy dew," Cindy said. "It's what we call the love juices in your pussy. Vaginal secretions, to be technical about it. But that sounds kinda horrible to me. I like pussy dew a lot better.
"Pussy dew, well that's a new one all right, but I like it," said Julia. "Get it from me, I guess, I'll be wearing the ring."
"All right," said Cindy. "Now, open wide..."
Cindy slid two of her fingers slowly and carefully between Julia's labia and into her pussy. The skin on the outside was dry, but just a fraction of an inch in or so, things were moist, very moist. Cindy rubbed her fingers back and forth to collect moisture while Julia stood there and tried not to moan in pleasure.
"Kinda liked getting those nipple rings fitted, didn't you?" Cindy asked casually as she rubbed her fingers over the ring and then over the hole in Julia's labia.
"Yes, but to tell the truth, I've been kind of turned on ever since I got here," Julia confessed.
"I believe it," Cindy said calmly as she carefully worked the ring into Julia's thick labia. She was glad that Julia kept her pubic hair almost entirely shaved except for an arrow shaped patch pointing down at her clit. Made things a lot easier.
When Cindy stood up Julia gave a little sigh of relief.
"I didn't hurt you did I darlin'?" asked Cindy. "I tried very hard to be gentle down there."
"You were," Julia responded. "It's not pain, it's just ... I'm so turned on right now! It's almost too intense!"
"Well, darlin' it's gonna get a lot more intense," said Cindy. "Understand, we'll let you back out at any time you want to. But I know how this goes, believe me. One part of you is going to want to back out, desperately. But another part is going to want more -- a lot more desperately. And the part that wants more will always win. The chains and ropes we are going to put on you are just props darlin'. The real thing that will keep you tied and bound an
d gagged and doing whatever we wish is your own desire."
Julia nodded. It was true. Jack and Cindy were not about to keep her against her will. She was chained by her own feelings. She knew it and they knew it.
Cindy leaned forward and kissed Julia's throat and embraced her, and Julia responded in kind.
"OK, I want you to crawl out there like I did, head down, ass in the air. Be sure to keep your knees wide apart and roll your hips as you crawl. Slinky -- think cat in heat. You'll be able to see where you're going if you roll your eyes up. It's kind of hard at first, because you'll instinctively want to turn your head up, but you get used to it."
Julia suddenly wondered what other kinds of things she'd be getting used to.
"On your knees, slavegirl, it's showtime," said Cindy.
Also By Pat Powers
Riverbeast Games
Book Four of the Riverbeast Series
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Constance Harlee, princess of the river town of Euharlee, Missouri, has been reduced to a human pet, lower than a slave, by keelboat captain Bart Fink, who had a grudge against her father. As they travel down the mighty Mississippi, the riverboatmen find all sorts of fun, sexy games to play with their pet. She learns her role in the games, and how to play them well. She intends to seduce the men, to fool them, to trick them into making them treat her better. She poses prettily as she begs for table scraps, she But she will slowly learn, to her chagrin, that sometimes you play the game, and sometimes, the game plays you.
There are a lot of nice bits in Riverbeast Games: Constance has her face secured to the cock of a riverboatman named Big Jack Folsom by means of straps attached to her head harness and his belt, and then Belle the whore joins in on the action and suddenly Constance is the bound third party in a three-way between Jack and Belle, literally unable to keep her face out of their crotches. There's also a scene where the riverboatmen and the whores conspire to bring a helplessly bound Constance to the point of orgasm, and then denying. Finally there's a scene that's a bit of a nod to steampunk in which Belle brings out a brass device, a steampunk style "spreader" that Constance finds herself wearing, helplessly displayed to the men as Belle manipulates her body.
Along the way, a bound and naked Constance experiences the river in a way she never has before, not as background scenery while she plays her social games on a riverboat, but as a dangerous and unpredictable place where the only thing between disaster and safe arrival is the skill of the riverboat pilots.
I say, buy it and read it, dammit!
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Riverbeast: Beneath Slavery
Book Three of the Riverbeast Series -- Free!
Book three of the Riverbeast series will cost you nothing ... Amazon won't allow it, and it's ridiculous for people who've bought books one and two not to be able to enjoy book three, so click on the pic and go to the website to get book 3 in Kindle format or read it in HTML format if you prefer. Enjoy!
Constance Harlee, kidnapped by wild west keelboat rowdies with a serious grudge against her father, continues to experience indignities. Being a former Boston blueblood, she is richly humiliated by her new circumstances. Reduce to less than a slave girl, she learns of the inconveniences of having a tail. She also discovers the real meaning of what it is to be bent over a barrel … she though it was just a figure of speech! At the same time, even within the depths of her bondage, she finds kindness in one of the prostitutes on the boat, and discovers that keelboat men, rough and ready lot though they are, are for the most part kind to her, in their crude way. Her voyage is a voyage of discovery in more ways than one.
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Riverbeast: Awakening
Book Two of the Riverbeast Series
You HAVE to read this. Here's why. A few quotes from random paragraphs from Riverbeast: Awakening:
"My butt's all itchy," said the woman. "Must be from wearing all these clothes. So it needs scratching. And here's this nice girl's face that looks like it'd do the job real good."
I writhed helplessly in my bonds and tried repeatedly to push his cock out with my tongue. This appeared to have a terrible effect on Fink, for he groaned loudly and his fists clenched on my head harness. Obviously his pink cock was terribly sensitive and any pressure on it caused terrible pain. Certainly it looked terribly sensitive. So I pressed more vigorously with my tongue, with greater frequency. Bart groaned again and pushed my head away from him.
I did not have the slightest bit of guilt for pretending to feel faint when I did not, thus inspiring such attentions. I was a member of the smart set of Boston society and quite a beauty besides. It was only fitting that every consideration should be given to my feelings, even those I chose to misrepresent. I remembered this as I lay naked, bound and gagged with my legs spread and sperm oozing out my nether regions while men laughed at me for responding sexually to the forced attentions of a brute.
I was pretty full by the time the meal ended. It was an excellent stew, very New Orleans, with all sorts of savory spices mixed in with the meat and vegetables. Though the taste of dirty fingers kept it from being the sort of thing you'd expect to find in a top-quality New Orlean restaurant. And of course, most restaurants didn't strip their guests naked and tie their wrists to their ankles. It's the little things like that that make the best places stand out, I guess.
I have to admit, the bear grease potion really helped.
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Riverbeast: Fink's Revenge
Book One of the Riverbeast Series
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Riverbeast: Fink's Revenge – an historical erotic romance
Constance Euharlee had it all back in 1824. In the town that was named for her family, Euharlee, Missouri, she was a princess, daughter of the richest merchant in town. Although born in Euharlee, she has spent most of her young life in finishing schools back east in Boston, consorting with the finest (and richest) people, learning the manners and making the connections to secure an advantageous marriage.
Constance's beauty and grace were also a great help to her in Boston. But they became a hindrance to her when she returned to Euharlee from boarding school, on the day she was kidnapped by the wild keelboaters of the Mississippi. These rivermen were among the toughest and most dangerous men in the Old West, men who braved the pirates and Indians who populated the river's wild shore to take their flatboats full of very stealable goods down to New Orleans.
Worse yet, Constance's captors have plans for her, plans for making her lower than the lowliest slave. The keelboaters plan to deny her humanity entirely and make her a Riverbeast, a naked slave, crawling before men, who must serve any man in any way that pleases him, on command.
Can Constance survive the torments of her captors as they teach her what it means to be the lowest kind of slave girl? Can she survive life on the mighty Mississippi in the days when it was wild and free? Can she manage to struggle back to the life she once knew, or something like it? Will she ever find love in her new and degraded state?
Riverbeast is an historical erotic romance novella, a classic piece of Western erotica set in the Old West days of the Mississippi River.
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President Slave Girl: Billionaire's Toy
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Beautiful blond Eileen MacCammon, former President of the United States, became a de facto slave when she was stripped of her legal rights as punishment for her excesses as America's most prudish President. Kidnapped by those whose lives she'd destroyed in her tenure as President, they put a homouth on her, nanotechnology that transforms her mouth into another set of lips entirely, and back again, under certain highly distressing circumstances. The nanosets have also increased the intensity of her sexual feelings by an order of magnitude. For a dyed-in-the-wool prude, it's a horrible punishment.
Sought for her beauty, her notoriety, by people who hated her, who cared for her,
who wanted to use her, she embarks on an odyssey that leads her to the life of a bordello slave and billionaire's plaything. Subject to every excess of lust and depravity in a science fiction world of insidious technology, kept in strict sexual bondage, will she ever find romance and experience real love?
This book is part of the morality laws/basic income universe and the text of the story itself runs to just over 32,000 words according to the Open Office word counter.
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The Homouth Part 1
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Eileen MacCammon, President of the United State, a strong, morally conservative woman who, on ascending the the Presidency, follows through on her campaign promise to wipe out sexual moral degeneracy in an America beset by economic woes. She imprisons hundreds of thousands of prostitutes, strippers and even erotica writers in her drive to bring moral purity to America. Then she goes a step further and begins imprisoning the clients of prostitutes, the fans of strippers, the viewers of erotica and the readers of erotica, by the millions, often bypassing the Constitutional protections of citizens on very flimsy pretexts.
The tables turn in the next election,when she and her party are swept out of power by a tidal wave of voters who are essentially voting to keep themselves out of jail.
