With her lips stretched around a hard rubber ball-gag buckled between her jaws, she could not even protest at the stringency of her bondage. She lifted her eyes to watch as Tom and Earl finished binding Cassie in exactly the same manner a few feet in front of her. Lila shivered in helpless excitement and her belly swirled with slave heat as she saw just how totally vulnerable and defenceless the blonde was. Like herself, Cassie's naked body was entirely at the mercy of the two Masters and as her gaze caught and held the blonde's, Lila read the longing in her lover's blue eyes and understood that Cassie was equally as aroused and thrilled by her predicament as Lila was herself.
It was hardly a surprise, for both women had been forced to serve as slaves for over seven months and in that time had accepted and learned to welcome and revel in their submission to the power of their Masters and the sexual subjugation the men had imposed upon them. Better still, their shared trials and tribulations had strengthened their mutual love and desire and each knew that the other cared deeply for her and shared in her pleasure and pain, joy and misery as they both struggled to meet the standards of perfection demanded by their Masters.
Thankfully, the men had not been averse to a little woman-to-woman passion, indeed, they had encouraged it, and even though Cassie and Lila had at first been hugely embarrassed and humiliated to make love to each other while the men watched, they had learned to accept it, just as they had learned to accept and obey without hesitation, any demand made of them. Chains and whips gave them no choice and when their sexual services were not required by the Masters, the two slaves had explored the many delights of female love making, growing more and more attached as they gave and received love and pleasure.
Cassie gasped as her tautened breasts were captured and her fingers curled into claws as Earl knelt behind her and fondled her nipples, forcing the tender buds to stiffen as he twirled and squeezed her flesh. Electrifying jolts of arousal raced through her body and down into her trembling belly as he toyed casually with her, his eyes gleaming as she straightened her spine to press her breasts into his hands, twisting her neck to stare pleadingly back at him over her right shoulder.
Not to be outdone, Tom moved behind Lila and as his palms cupped her fuller breasts and his thumbs brushed her nipples to quivering erection, the two Masters chuckled in satisfaction as their slaves responded helplessly to their touch, their need intense, obvious and immediate. Working in unison, each of the men sent one hand sliding down across the plain of his captive's stomach and as their fingers roamed over the velvet soft and slickly lubricated folds of Cassie and Lila's mercilessly exposed labia, they were rewarded with shrill, muffled squeals from behind the girls' massive gags and the frantic writhing of smooth, warm flesh against their muscular torsos as devastating arousal speared up into the bellies of their slaves.
Incapable of the slightest resistance and trained over months to be unable to retain control over their submissive passions, Lila and Cassie had no chance against the ruthless plundering of their bodies. As their Masters, with perfect timing, buried their fingers in the oozing sexes of their victims and used their thumbs to rub each hopelessly prominent clitoris, the two squealing slaves hurtled into simultaneous orgasms. Gigantic convulsions ripped through their bellies, floods of liquid ecstasy erupted from their pulsing sexes to spatter the veranda on which they sat. Their swollen breasts throbbed and vibrated as they climaxed wildly and their screams of rapturous surrender leaked past their gags as each slave submitted utterly to the fury of her enforced submission, wide eyes fixed on the quaking, shuddering body of her lover.
Earl grinned across at Tom, then eased Cassie down onto her back and rose to his feet, smiling wolfishly into her frightened eyes as she tried, and failed, to close her legs and reduce her absolute exposure to his hot gaze. Lila, too, was utterly helpless as Tom followed suit and as his eyes drank in every inch of her trembling nudity and the wetness glistening between her vainly flexing thighs, she shuddered and a fresh trickle of love juices oozed from her sex as she waited helplessly for him to use her for his sexual pleasure.
"It's going to be a real shame to lose you, baby," Earl said casually as he unzipped his shorts, "I guess Lila'll be working overtime from now on, eh, Tom?"
Tom grinned, "Guess so, partner," he agreed. "Unpaid and most definitely compulsory, I reckon."
"Yeah. Right," Earl knelt to slide his rigid erection into the slick warmth of Cassie's proffered sex and as the blonde gasped and her internal muscles sucked his thick shaft into the very core of her seething belly, he chuckled cruelly, "I'm not worried. I reckon the horny bitch can cope all right on her own."
"Too true," Tom stripped his shorts off and took his crop from his belt, "she'd better, or we'll know what to do about it, won't we?" and he sent the crop flicking lightly across Lila's engorged breasts, bringing a squeal of alarm from the terrified redhead. His cold eyes bored into hers and Lila trembled in fear as he said flatly, "You'll serve me well, won't you, slave? Me and anybody else who wants that hot little body of yours. Because if you don't..." he left the threat unfinished as Lila struggled to lift her head and nod desperately, her eyes bulging as the crop toyed with her erect nipples.
Tom nodded and smiled, "I'm glad we understand each other, slave," he told her calmly. "Then you can start by serving me," and the frightened redhead whimpered as his rampant manhood thrust irresistibly into her body, filling her slippery sex with his length and girth.
Comfortably buried in the enveloping warmth of their slaves' receptive bellies, their shafts surrounded by the liquid heat of the women's helpless arousal, the two dominant Masters began to take their immobilised captives. Thrusting deep into their bodies, they rolled and kneaded their breasts and nipples, sucking erect buds into their mouths to lick and nibble on the rigid flesh and sending their fingers down to rub and fondle the agonisingly sensitive button of each slave's clitoris. Gag muffled screams and the frenzied jerking of hips and bellies as their juices swirled over iron hard erections told the story of Cassie and Lila's complete submission to the tornado of lust inflicted upon them.
Squealing in ecstatic surrender, her pussy aflame with the white heat of her enforced passion, Cassie had no time to wonder what Earl had meant by 'losing her' and as her body melted into orgasm after shattering orgasm, she abandoned herself totally to the pure physical pleasure of bondage subjugation. Her neck arched back and her spine hollowed when his seed exploded into her belly and for ten endless seconds, her whole body locked into a rigid, straining arch as the biggest orgasm of all thundered over her. And then she collapsed, moaning and spasming to the huge contractions that shook her like a rag doll.
Serving her ruthless Master with all the fervour of which she was capable, Lila's internal muscles gripped Tom's erection like a vice, drawing him further and further into her body until her eyes filled with fear and anguish as he penetrated to the bubbling centre of her whole being, leaving her no escape from the inferno of lust and submission overwhelming her, and then, he began to take her. Lila screamed in horror and disbelief as his fingers and lips and throbbing shaft ravaged her without mercy, then screamed again as her belly convulsed with awesome power. She shook her head in futile denial as he pounded into her pinioned body, but as he grinned into her shocked eyes and sent his crop hissing down across her pulsing belly and tensing thighs, she screamed and climaxed over and over. Stinging heat and unbearable arousal combined with shamefully delicious pain to send her spinning down into the whirling vortex of ecstasy and sexual passion of an utterly subjugated slave.
From the depths of her belly, a stupendous orgasm blasted upwards as her Master's spend hosed into her body and as Lila stared into his glittering eyes and her heated juices deluged his throbbing shaft, she whimpered softly, knowing that he had made her serve him as fully and as deeply as any slave could serve a Master.
Bound and spread into helplessness by their Masters, Cassie and Lila could only gaze upwards, their eyes pleading mutely as the men slid from their
dripping bellies and dressed, then stood over them, savouring the erotic spectacle of the sweat and sex-stained bodies displayed at their feet, trembling in the aftermath of multiple orgasms and submissions. Earl bent low to trace the vivid red lines that adorned Lila's belly and thighs and chuckled as her sensitised flesh quivered to his touch, "You surely do seem to love the crop, honey," he told her. "If you'd only let Rod know that, maybe you'd still be his wife rather than his slave," his teeth flashed in a broad grin, "but Tom and I are real glad you didn't, aren't we, partner?"
Lila flushed as Tom gave a brief nod, "We sure are. That would have been a real shame, I reckon, because she's one hot little slave slut. Too hot to be free, anyhow."
Earl consulted his watch and frowned, "Mr Travis and the others will be back in less than an hour, mate," he said, "we'd better get these two ready. Give me a hand with Cassie."
The others... what others? Cassie squealed in sudden panic as her brain tried to come to terms with the dreadful thought that strangers were coming to the ranch, but she was unable to struggle or even ask the questions that raced through her mind as Tom and Earl took hold of the pole behind her back and lifted her from the floor. Carried to the main door of the house, she squealed in anguish as the ends of the poles were slotted into wooden brackets bolted to the outside wall and the men walked away, leaving her hanging from the supports like some weird trophy. A living, breathing trophy, helplessly displayed and totally incapable of getting down from her perch or protecting the offered curves of her nude body.
Stunned and terrified, she could only watch numbly as Lila was positioned on the other side of the door and as the men stood back to admire their handiwork, the two exhibited slaves moaned in horror at the cruel exposure of their plight. Every inch of their bodies lay open and horribly vulnerable to their Masters and each slave found that no amount of straining or fighting could overcome her own body weight or free her from her bonds. Hot tears of misery and humiliation coursed down their bulging cheeks and dripped from the rubber ball-gags sealing their lips and onto their heaving breasts.
"Nice idea of Rod's," Tom smiled. "This shows them off really well."
"It sure does," Earl agreed, "I reckon he and Travis and the others are going to love it."
There it was again, the others, but who were they and why were they coming to the ranch? Cassie shivered despairingly as she visualised the unknown 'others', total strangers, seeing Lila and herself in their naked bondage. Humiliating though it would be for Travis and Rod to return and find them hanging on the wall of the house with the all too clear evidence of their submissions glistening at their bellies, it would be a thousand times worse to be discovered by people she didn't even know. People who would be, surely had to be, heavily involved in the domination and subjugation of slaves themselves. Perhaps, even Masters like her own.
A terrible, icy chill gripped Cassie's quivering belly. Before her capture and enslavement by Travis and her other Masters, there had been four other women held prisoner on the ranch at various times. Four women who, like her, had been collared and chained, then forced to serve as sex slaves. Until Travis had decided to dispose of them, by selling them on to a slave trader in the Far East. What if the visitors had come to buy her?
Cassie's eyes bulged in sheer, stark terror as the dreadful possibility opened up an appalling vista of irrevocable, inescapable slavery. But even as her brain quailed at the prospect of having to serve an endless succession of ruthless Masters as a tamed, obedient slave, her belly kicked with horrifying power and she felt a warm dampness spread into her sex as her body responded to the shocking and intensely erotic images conjured up by her imagination.
"Getting turned on by this tie, are you, slave?" Tom asked cheerfully, unaware of her mental torment and sent his fingers to her pussy, caressing the exquisitely sensitive petals of her drenched sex as Cassie shook her head frantically and gabbled wordless pleas for mercy into her huge gag. His skilled touch sent shattering arousal storming through her body and as she screamed in unwanted passion, her belly convulsed in great, racking explosions and renewed juices soaked his probing fingers as she climaxed in seconds, powerless to stop the slave heat that raged and burned out of control in her shuddering frame.
It was then, as Cassie submitted helplessly to her enforced lust and her own fevered vision of her future, that Earl's sharp ears picked up the distinctive beat of helicopter rotor-blades. Travis' machine swooped down and settled onto the grass in front of the house, but as a second, larger helicopter followed and landed fifty yards from the first, Cassie and Lila fought desperately against their implacable bondage as the rotors of both machines slowed to a stop and their doors opened to allow two groups of figures to disembark.
The first two men, Travis and Rod, walked across to meet their guests and as they ushered a trio of strangers towards the house and the tightly bound and gagged slaves whose naked, sex-stained and mercilessly spread bodies trembled and quivered in fear and humiliation, Cassie's eyes widened in astonishment as she saw that while one was clearly the pilot of the helicopter, the other two visitors were women.
Travis escorted the trio up the steps and on to the veranda, then waved a casual hand towards the suspended bodies of his slaves, "Welcome to the Circle T, ladies," he said formally, "let me introduce you to our slaves. On the right of the door, Cassie, on the left, Lila."
The two women moved forward, their high heels clicking on the wooden floor and as they subjected Cassie's naked body to a long, silent scrutiny, the helpless blonde flushed a bright red in shame and humiliation as their eyes explored every detail of her figure and the bonds which displayed her before them.
For her part, Cassie saw two slim, elegant, expensively dressed brunettes, one of her own height, the other slightly taller, both good looking in a cool, austere way and both with the same indefinable aura of power and authority that she had seen in Travis at their first meeting. Before she could make any further assessment, the shorter of the pair reached forward and applied a gentle caress to her right nipple, staring straight into Cassie's eyes as she aroused her. Cassie gasped in shock and responded unthinkingly, as she had been conditioned to respond, pulling her shoulders back to press her breast forward into the woman's hand before she had time to realise what she was doing.
The woman smiled and took her fingers away, "Very good, slave," she said softly, "I see that you are fully trained."
Her eyes stayed locked on Cassie's, until the blonde gulped and nodded, her face reddening even more than before. Then the brunette turned to her companion, "I think she will do very nicely, darling, but it's only fair that you should try her yourself."
The second woman nodded and her hand shot out, slim fingers capturing Cassie's left nipple and applying a cruelly hard tweak to the sensitive bud. A sharp stab of pain jolted through the hapless blonde's breast and she squealed into her gag and shrank back, away from the fingers as the woman smiled coldly into her frightened eyes and said calmly, "It is not enough for a true slave to be merely responsive. She must also be completely submissive. Such a slave would offer her body for both pleasure and pain."
For an instant, Cassie hesitated, unsure whether to obey the unspoken command, or risk a punishment for perhaps failing to obey. Hoping she was making the right decision, she took a quick breath and arched her spine into a deep hollow, pushing her breasts and belly forwards towards the brunette's fingers in a gesture of absolute submission to the woman's will. It seemed to be the correct choice, for the woman smiled and patted Cassie's gagged cheek, "That's much better, slave. You were a little slow, but we shall soon remedy that," then she turned to smile at Travis and held out her hand.
"You were quite right about her. She will suit our requirements admirably. We'll take her."
Travis shook her hand firmly and as he chuckled, "We have a deal. Cassie now belongs to you and I am sure you will find her fully satisfactory," the astounded blonde gaped at the two dominants, hardly able to credit that her Master had ju
st sold her and that she was now the possession of the two brunettes.
"Do you want me to untie her?" Travis asked.
"No, don't bother," the smaller woman replied, "there's no need. Our helicopter has enough room to carry her as she is and she might as well get used to being in our bondage. If you or your men would give our pilot a hand to get her aboard, we'll be off."
Cassie shook her head slowly, her eyes wide with slowly dawning recognition that the unthinkable had actually happened, but as Tom and the pilot moved to her and lifted her down from the wall, panic rose in her and she screamed into her gag, wrenching vainly at her bonds. The two women, her new owners, smiled mockingly at her futile struggles and as she saw the cruel gleam of anticipation in their eyes, Cassie felt a thrill of fear and arousal ripple through her as she understood that the women were genuine Mistresses and that her service as a slave, far from being over, had simply entered a new and unknown phase.
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