Slaves of the Circle T

by Charles Graham

  "Wait just a moment," the shorter Mistress called and as Earl and the pilot stopped, she pointed a slim finger at Lila. "And what about this pretty little slave?" she asked Travis, "Lila, wasn't it? Why aren't you offering her for sale?"

  Travis shrugged, "Lila doesn't belong to me. She was Rod's wife. I just helped him to enslave her."

  "I see. That is most interesting. I have never known a husband to make a full slave of his wife before. Might I ask what she did to earn herself such unusual treatment?"

  Rod stepped forward, his handsome face set in a frown of displeasure, "She was a bitch," he snapped harshly, "a randy little slut. She made my life a misery, so I decided to do something about it."

  The brunette smiled, "I imagine that was something of a shock for her," she said softly. "To judge by her present condition, I would say it worked rather well."

  "Oh, yeah," Rod replied, his lips curving into a cruel grin. "It worked all right. She's a hot, fully trained little sex slut now and she knows better than to try to mess with me again."

  Helpless in her bonds, Lila stared from her husband and Master to the slim brunette and back again, apprehension growing steadily as she listened to the conversation between them. The incredible casualness with which Cassie had been sold to the two women had shocked Lila to the core and as Rod explained why he had enslaved her and told the woman that Lila was now a trained sex slave, the redhead began to tremble with dread, wondering anxiously just where the humiliating discussion was leading... and fearing that she already suspected the answer.

  "I can see why you felt it necessary to enslave her," the brunette chuckled, "and have you forgiven her yet?"

  Rod shook his head, "I'll never forgive her," he replied firmly, "and I won't ever set her free either."

  "I should hope not." The brunette seemed genuinely shocked by the idea. "A trained slave is far too valuable to be freed. But would you consider selling her? Or at least hiring her to us? I can assure you that we would not free her and you might find it amusing to think of her learning to please two Mistresses just as humbly as she doubtless pleases you."

  Lila gave a muffled whimper of anguish as the offer was made and her wide brown eyes fixed pleadingly on Rod's face as she tried in the only way she could to beg him to reject the simply appalling idea of selling her to the two dominant Mistresses. Slowly, Rod's lips curved into a broad grin of pure evil and malice and as Lila saw it, the soft flesh of her belly fluttered to a savage burst of raw slave heat.

  "OK," he said coldly, "I'll sell her to you. On one condition. You have to agree to let us, all four of us Masters, visit her and Cassie once every three months. Let's say a week every quarter and they have to serve us as slaves in any way we want. Is it a deal?"

  The brunette looked across at her taller companion and when the other woman nodded her agreement, replied, "Very well, Rod. It's a deal."

  Lila's husband held out his hand and as the deal was struck, the horrified redhead squealed in despair and became the property of Mistresses whose names she did not even know, but who now owned both her and Cassie. As her world crashed in ruins about her ears, Lila's brain reeled as she tried to come to terms with the stunning reality of her new situation. Rod had sold her to the two unknown Mistresses, but had reserved the right to use her body four times a year for his pleasure and the pleasure of his uncle and Tom and Earl.

  And not only her, but Cassie as well. They would have to serve both Mistresses and Masters equally perfectly and as Lila was lifted down from the wall by Rod and Earl and carried to the larger helicopter, the slave heat that surged in her belly grew into a bright, white flame of submissive lust and she trembled in fearful anticipation. Laid on her back on the carpeted floor of the machine's cabin, her defenceless body within easy touching distance of one of the two softly upholstered passenger armchairs, she gasped and arched her spine to meet the fingers and lips of her Masters as Rod and Earl plundered her breasts and sex with arrogant authority, until she writhed and twisted to their touch, pleading wordlessly to be given the massive climax that loomed threateningly over her.

  On the opposite side of the cabin, Cassie, too, strained for the release of an orgasm as Tom and the more-than-willing pilot of the helicopter built the sexual turmoil in her quaking belly to a frenzied peak. Her tightly bound body was easy prey for their hands and mouths as they took full advantage of their absolute power over her to force her to the brink of a climax she longed for and needed to assuage the submissive turmoil overwhelming her.

  But to both slaves' anguished horror, they were not, at that point, to be permitted to satisfy the maddened desires unleashed in their shuddering bodies.

  "I'm going to miss you, slave," Tom told Cassie, rising to his feet and staring down into her wide blue eyes, "you were one of the best slaves I've ever had."

  He turned to the watching pilot, "When you get the chance," he suggested, "blindfold her and order her to pleasure you with her mouth. She loves not being able to see and she's really good. You'll enjoy it just as much as I always have."

  The pilot grinned and as he gazed down at her, Cassie swallowed nervously and lowered her eyes in submission, then gave an embarrassed nod, her action both a confirmation of Tom's words, and a promise of her future service to the tall flyer.

  He nodded and spoke for the first time, "I'll be sure to do that," he replied, "thanks for the tip," and Cassie's belly kicked violently to a shamefully exciting vision of herself chained at his feet, struggling in thrilling darkness to satisfy a Master she was not even permitted to see. Tom had learned her secret pleasures all too well and as he left her to return to the house and the pilot went forward into the cockpit, Cassie knew that very soon, she would have no secrets from the flyer, either.

  Lila whimpered as her ex-husband slapped her stomach with his hard hand and stood up, "There you go, you horny bitch. That should keep you interested until your new owners decide to make you come like the little slut you are. I won't bother with a goodbye, because I'll be seeing you again pretty soon, won't I?" His cold laugh sent an icy chill racing up Lila's spine, "I'm looking forward to it already slave, and so is my crop, so don't go thinking that you've seen the last of either of us. You still owe me, bitch and I don't intend to forgive or forget."

  He strode from the cabin without a backward glance and as he abandoned her to her fate and the tender mercies of her new owners, Earl gave a soft chuckle, "Rod sure does hold a grudge, doesn't he? You really must have stirred him up pretty badly, honey. Now me, I'm not like that. I reckon you paid me back real well for being the snotty little bitch you used to be, so as far as I'm concerned, you don't owe me anything."

  Lila crinkled her eyes, trying to convey her gratitude and he smiled back down at her, "Yeah, that's right, baby. You don't owe me a thing, apart from one week every three months, when I'm going to take everything you've got to give and come right on back for more."

  He rose to his feet, ignoring her muffled protests and the helpless need sparkling in her eyes, "See you, Lila. Be a good little slave for your Mistresses, but don't you go forgetting me now. It gets real frustrating checking fences out on the ranch with only Tom for company, so you'd better be good and ready when we come to visit you," then gave her a casual salute and was gone.

  Alone in the cabin, their naked, intensely aroused bodies spread hopelessly wide and tightly bound in complete vulnerability to the fingers and lips of the Mistresses who would soon join them, Lila's brown eyes met and held Cassie's blue ones. As each saw the mixture of love and delicious fear and growing excitement mirrored in the eyes of her captive friend, both shrugged in resigned acceptance of their continued slavery. They surrendered willingly to the fate to which their submissive passions and fervent desire for bondage and subjugation at the hands of ruthless Masters and Mistresses consigned them.

  And so it was as their new owners took their seats and the helicopter rose to carry them to their unknown destination, that Cassie and Lila screamed and begged into their mouth
filling gags. Their nude bodies writhed and shuddered in unbearable need, sweat beading their swollen breasts and quaking bellies. Vivid red lines striped their smooth skin as thin crops snapped and bit at their tender flesh. Tell-tale moisture oozed from between the engorged lips of their pulsating sexes as their Mistresses, Mistresses every bit as cruel and demanding as their former Masters, explored and charted the almost limitless extent of the explosive passions and absolute, unconditional surrenders that could be extracted from the fiercely hot, instantly responsive and utterly submissive slaves who pleaded and wept and spasmed in continuous, racking orgasms at their feet.

  Cassie and Lila, no longer slaves of the Circle T, but still, nevertheless, full slaves, were just beginning to repay the high costs of their purchase... and had disastrously underestimated the price which would be demanded of them!