Travis released his grip on her and she forced her body into immobility, fearing that if she made the slightest movement, she might lose her precarious balance and fall.
Lila's gagged cheeks glowed with shame as the two men gazed openly at her body, but made no attempt to touch her and she realised that they had all the time in the world. They did not need to hurry, for she, like Cassie, was not going anywhere, her chains making her available to them at any time they felt the desire to use her for their pleasure.
To her horror, she felt her nipples began to stiffen and as Travis chuckled and her husband, her Master, gave a slow smile, she whimpered and fought to resist the unwanted arousal as her treacherous body betrayed her to their hot eyes. He'd never known it to fail, Travis said casually, all newly enslaved females had the same reaction when the first shock began to wear off and they understood that their chains and collars would not be removed.
Rod reached out to cup Lila's prominent breasts and as his thumbs brushed over her nipples, she jerked backwards to evade his touch and would have fallen if he had not grabbed her.
"That was a really stupid thing to do," he told her, helping her upright. "You could have been hurt and on top of that, you've earned yourself a whipping for trying to defy a Master." He grinned down into her shocked eyes. "You're a slave now, and you'd better get used to the idea. Do you really think you are any different to Cassie? You whipped her and now I'm going to whip you."
He was deadly serious and Lila knew it and as she remembered Cassie's admission of the sexual pleasure that she found in being whipped, she squealed into her gag and felt her groin dampen with moist heat.
"I'll fetch the other spreader-bar," Travis said as he walked out of the door and Rod lifted his slave-wife in his strong arms and carried her over to where Cassie waited helplessly in her bondage, taking no notice whatever of her futile struggles and protests. He set her down beneath a second pulley, facing the naked blonde and chuckled approvingly, "That's a nice tie you put her in, Lila. The poor bitch couldn't move a muscle, even when you whipped her. Travis and I were very impressed, so that's how we're going to tie you when he gets back with the other bar. Only I want to watch your face when you're being whipped, so you get tied with your head up instead of down."
Lila stared numbly at Cassie's shamefully spread and hopelessly vulnerable body and as her brain pictured herself in the same defenceless position, with her naked bottom being whipped, her belly quivered and her sex grew slick with her juices.
"Oh, so you like that idea, do you?" Rod had noticed her instinctive response and seized on it at once. "What a lying little slut you are. You threatened to castrate me once, when I suggested it, didn't you? But all the time, you really wanted it. Well, now, slave, you're going to get it whether you want it or not."
Lila shook her head frantically, her eyes bulging as she screamed in terrified denial, but her Master simply ignored her, moving to stand in front of her and reaching for her breasts again, warning, "Don't move, slave. You've already earned one whipping."
She trembled helplessly and forced herself not to recoil from his touch as his fingers stroked her taut flesh, but as his thumbs rubbed her nipples to aching hardness, she moaned in despairing need and her belly filled with searing heat. Then he stepped back and folded his arms. Lila tried to beg him to continue, but her gag wouldn't permit her and even though she went to the extent of hollowing her spine to offer her breasts even more shamelessly, he just smiled an arrogant smile and shook his head.
With her eyes filled with tears of frustration and impotent anger, she could only await his pleasure and as her breasts and belly trembled and swirled with unsatisfied arousal, she began to understand the torment that she had forced Cassie to endure and why the blonde had submitted so willingly and so deeply. Her anger faded away and was replaced with terrible apprehension. Her Master, and she feared he really was her Master, had only toyed casually with her breasts, and yet her responses had been as uncontrollable as Cassie's. When he aroused her fully, as she knew he would, she dared not think of what her reaction would be.
Travis came back with the long steel bar and in less than a minute, her ankles were securely locked to each end, her thighs hugely spread and her sex gaping invitingly.
She had never had the smallest chance against the two powerful men and as rope was knotted to her wrist cuffs and Travis pulled hard on the other end, Lila's arms were hauled irresistibly upwards, until she was bent over in the same horribly stressful and totally helpless position that she had inflicted on Cassie. Her Master gripped her chin and tilted her head back, arching her slender throat so that she was forced to gaze up at him, then held her there as Travis tied her collar to the cuffs linking her elbows, the tensioned rope preventing her from lowering her head or easing the strain on her neck muscles.
He let go of her jaw and watched intently as Lila strained against her chains, her eyes wide as she found that her most strenuous efforts resulted only in a minimal back-and-forth swaying of her fettered body. He smiled in satisfaction and turned to Travis, "She makes a rather good bondage slave, don't you think?"
"Indeed she does. Cassie next?"
"Cassie next. Then I think we should test their reactions to our whips."
"My feelings exactly. A new experience for Lila, if not for Cassie."
Rod grinned, "Not to worry. They will both be getting a new experience soon. When we brand them," and his grin widened as two gag-muffled screams greeted his words.
Chapter 10
All through the shocking events that had unfolded around her, Cassie had been a mute, helpless spectator, her bondage preventing her from taking any part in the dramatic confrontation between her Mistress and the two men, her view restricted to maddeningly brief, upside down glimpses of the participants through the spread triangle of her own thighs. Her ears, though, were unaffected and as she listened to the angry words, she began to feel growing concern for the Mistress she adored.
Concern that hardened into a dreadful certainty as the contents of the bag spilled over the floor in her line of vision. It hardly seemed possible, but Lila, her lover and Mistress, was about to be enslaved by her own husband and his uncle. As a slave, Cassie knew just how ruthless both men could be and it came as no surprise to her to hear Lila ordered to strip herself naked, or to hear her screams and the unmistakable snap of locks closing as the redhead was chained.
No surprise, but still very frightening, for Lila had been going to take Cassie away from the men's clutches, to keep her as her own slave, admittedly, but at least away from them. But now, Lila was a slave, too, her naked body no doubt as helplessly bound as Cassie's own.
As she heard Rod confirm that both she and Lila were to be whipped and then branded, Cassie screamed in a horrified duet with her lover and trembled as the rope at the front of her collar was transferred to the rear ring, forcing her head up and back. The first thing she saw was Lila and her blue eyes widened in helpless sympathy at the sight of her former Mistress's cruelly bound nudity. She read the anguish and distress in the terrified brown eyes that stared wildly back at her from above a broad black gag-strap.
Travis' voice came from above and behind her as he addressed Rod, "I know you want to watch Lila, so I'll deal with her while you look after this one."
The grey-haired Master walked behind Lila and drew a long, thin crop from his belt, raising it high above her naked buttocks and Cassie braced herself, knowing that another Master and another crop were poised and ready behind her. She jerked forwards, gasping through her nose as the crop hissed down and stinging heat burned across her unprotected bottom, then swayed back as her bondage tightened and dragged her back into position for the next stroke.
But before it came, Travis sent his whip scorching across Lila's buttocks. The redhead froze for a split-second, then as the sharp crack of leather meeting flesh echoed through the room, she gave a shrill scream of shocked anguish and her fingers clawed at nothing as fire erupted through her bot
tom cheeks to the very first stroke of her very first disciplining as a slave. She shook her head in disbelief, staring pleadingly past Cassie to her husband, but as he grinned and sent his crop whistling down to paint a second red stripe on the blonde's flinching bottom, Lila's eyes filled with slowly dawning understanding of what the slave collar on her throat really signified.
Taking their time between each stinging blow to allow their slaves to feel the full effects of the glowing red stripes that drew an intermeshing web of searing heat across their upraised and quivering buttocks, the two Masters reinforced Cassie's absolute submission to their will and set Lila firmly on the road that could only lead to her complete and permanent subjugation.
Cassie's belly burned as fiercely as her bottom and when her Master finally lowered his whip and thrust his fingers into her thoroughly lubricated sex, she squealed in helpless compliance and her internal muscles contracted powerfully to trigger an immediate orgasm. A flood of heated love juices squirted into her belly as she surrendered to his erotic dominance and the uncontrollable passions unleashed by her enforced submission to total slavery.
It was the first time that Lila had ever witnessed Cassie's submission to a Master and as she watched the awesome power of her lover's climax at the hands of her husband, the redhead shuddered with the stinging pain of her whipped flesh and the knowledge that her own violation would not be long delayed. The ruthless punishment had taught her that she could expect no mercy and would be forced to submit no less fully than the blonde, but as she visualised Rod's hands plundering her defenceless belly, she realised, to her intense shock and humiliation, that she was highly aroused, her sex wet with juices.
It was a stunning revelation to her, for it had been a very long time since the thought of being touched by him or making love to him, had been anything other than an unwelcome burden, to be endured only when strictly necessary and ended as quickly as possible. She had considered him weak, a wimp and unable to satisfy her desires... yet now, with a slave collar on her throat, a gag in her mouth, her bottom burning from a whipping and with her naked body displayed in the strictest bondage she had ever seen, she yearned for him to use her as a slave and exert his full Mastery over her.
Lila was appalled by her thoughts and her body's shocking reaction, telling herself that it was not so, that she definitely did not want to be aroused or taken by him; that she was not and never would be, his slave and that he was most certainly not her Master.
Given the strength of her feelings, it should have worked, but it didn't. Rod straightened from his victim's pulsing body and grinned across at Lila, showing her his fingers stained with the glistening juices of Cassie's surrender, while the distraught redhead whimpered as her belly churned and her nipples grew hard and stiff.
"See this, slave," Rod chuckled cruelly and waved his wet fingers, "this is how a real slave submits. And now it's your turn to show us what a hot little slut you are."
An explosive gasp burst from Lila's nose as strong fingers fondled her spread labia and probed the slippery cleft of her sex and as she realised that it was not to be Rod, but Travis who was to impose her first slave-climax on her, she screamed and screamed again. Fighting vainly to break free of her chains, overwhelming, unbearable arousal crashed through her struggling body. From the depths of her seething belly, a gigantic orgasm boiled upwards and as her resistance broke in a hot, moist torrent over the fingers embedded in her sex, Lila climaxed as a full slave and submitted utterly to the sexual frenzy consuming her body and the Master who had forced it upon her.
Her determination not to give in vanished as if it had never been and as her belly convulsed and jolted with unstoppable power, Rod walked towards her and squatted on his heels, grinning into her gagged face.
"Well now, Lila," his eyes glittered with amusement, "you certainly seem to be enjoying yourself, but I always think that you can't have too much of a good thing," and his hands shot forward to fasten on her swollen breasts, rolling and tweaking her rigidly erect nipples. Lila shrieked into her gag and another massive climax burst over her, fresh rivers of passion pouring into her pussy and her nipples throbbing madly in his fingers as she was compelled to submit for a second time before she had even begun to recover from her first.
Driven far beyond any hope of retaining control over her own body, the devastated redhead could only moan and shudder as ferocious spasms racked her belly, love juices trickling down her quivering thighs as Travis pulled his fingers from her sex and joined his nephew to watch as her orgasm ran its course. As Rod had thought she might be, because she couldn't take her eyes off Cassie when he had made her come, the randy slut was already wet before Travis had touched her. And considering it was her first time, Travis thought that she had submitted pretty well. Rod had no argument with that and said that it was just a pity he hadn't suspected how hot she could be. If he had, he'd have enslaved the bitch months ago.
"Still, at least you know how hot she is now," Travis said.
"Yes, I know now and by the time I'm finished with her, she'll be a damn sight hotter."
"Talking of hot..."
"It's OK. I haven't forgotten. I'll go and check."
"Right. While you do that, I'll have a little fun with Cassie."
"Why not? Enjoy yourself, I won't be long."
Rod strode over to the connecting door to the stable and as he disappeared to check the furnace, Travis turned his attention to Cassie.
Highly aroused from her own submission and the spectacle of Lila's double climax at the hands of the Masters, Cassie was in no condition to resist, even if her bondage had given her that option. Travis sent his hand roaming over her whip-striped bottom, then dipped his index finger into her drenched sex, and she responded with breathy squeals and gasps of re-awakened lust. Withdrawing his finger, he gave a cruel chuckle and thrust it into her anal passage, his penetration of her made easy by the slippery coating of her own moisture.
She screamed and reddened in humiliation, but with her legs bound wide apart could not eject his finger from her anus and as he slid it back and forth in her body, irresistible waves of arousal washed through her belly. The indignity of being used in such an embarrassing manner only added fuel to the flames of her submissive passions, until she trembled on the brink of orgasm and squeezed her eyes shut in an attempt to intensify her helplessness and trigger her climax.
The tormenting finger slid from her bottom, but before she could moan in loss and disappointment, Rod's voice ordered, "Hold her leg. I want a nice, clean brand," and searing, blazing heat exploded through her left hip, her lips drawing back from the gag between her jaws in a silent scream of terrible anguish. One second, only one, then the heat was removed and replaced with a soothing coolness, instantly reducing the pain to a dull, throbbing ache which was almost pleasant by comparison.
Cassie opened her terrified eyes to see Rod gazing down at her hip, grinning, a branding iron glowing a fierce red in his hand, "Perfect. An excellent brand, even if I do say so myself."
"Yes, a very good job. Shall we let her see it?"
"Let me put this back in the furnace first. It needs to be re-heated for Lila."
He hurried away, but was back in a few seconds and as the rope to her collar was untied, Cassie twisted her head to stare down in trepidation at her throbbing hip. Her eyes grew round with shock and she gave a long, shuddering groan. There, all too visible under a thin layer of the soothing cream, a clear, sharp mark was burned into the smooth curve of her hip and she registered the strangely familiar shape, a capital T in a circle. With horror she realised it was the same mark that was used to identify horses and other livestock on the ranch.
She was branded!
Just as if she was a domesticated animal, her body bore the mark of her owners. T for Travis, the surname of her owners and Masters. Cassie's eyes filled with tears and she wept as if her heart would break. She was branded, but not by Lila and her dreams of being the willing, loving slave of her redheaded Mistress
, were over. But her submission was not and when Travis said, "As soon as we've branded Lila, I'm going to have you, slut," she understood that her servitude, like her brand, was irreversible.
For Lila, watching helplessly in her bonds, the branding of Cassie was the most horrifying thing she had ever seen in her life, for she knew that it could have been her and would be her, as soon as the branding iron was sufficiently hot to satisfy her Masters that it would mark her cleanly. There was no escape for her and never would be, the brand would always be there on her body but although she was deeply frightened by what she had witnessed, she could not help but think how barbarically erotic the brand looked on Cassie's hip and how well it complemented her slave collar and the chains on her limbs.
It made her look even more of a slave, even more desirable and available than before her branding. As Lila gazed at Cassie's excitingly curvaceous body, she remembered that with just a little more time and better luck, the submissive blonde could have been hers to brand and enjoy as a slave. She cursed the cruel fate that had decreed that she should be enslaved by her husband and his interfering uncle, before she could enslave Cassie. Which brought her back to the unavoidable fact that she was about to be branded as a slave herself and that set off another frightening thought.
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