by Alan Horn
I was quite happy with my restraints, but also ashamed of my quick submission. I thought I should reassure Liz. After all, I didn't want this stranger locked to my neck getting agitated. I said, “What did you expect. No one trusts us unless we're locked up or chained some way. I guess I must be different than most girls. I like it. I want to submit and obey. It makes me hot and absolves me of any guilt. I can't prevent anything from happening. And besides, we can't do anything about it.”
The door opened and the Doctor entered. He looked at them and said, “Kneel on the yellow line, facing me. Spread your knees as wide as possible, pull your shoulders back, arch your spine, head up, and look as my feet.” Of course, we both obeyed as best we could.
The Doctor spoke again,” You are now in a special program. You both are serving life sentences and this program will not reduce that. The ministry has approved the program, so it has the force of law. We will train you to be courtesans and servants and place you in private homes. Your new location will be more enjoyable. You will be useful to others and reduce the ministry's expenses. Do you understand?”
We both said “Yes, Sir.”
For this program, the ministry has reinstated the institution of slavery. Only for convicted females, and only with specific conditions. You are now both legal slaves. As such, there are some rules you must obey or you will merit punishment. One of these rules is that you must show proper respect to your masters. And every free person is your master. You may show respect in several ways. One way is that you will address every male as 'Master' and every free female as 'Mistress.' Is this clear?”
Both of us said, “Yes, Master.”
Luckily both of you are quite submissive and should adapt to your new situation in short order. You may not speak unless given permission. You may to ask permission to speak, but overuse will result in punishment. Is this clear?”
“Yes, Master,” I said. A long pause later Liz followed suit. I could tell Liz was not as happy with this order as I.
The Doctor continued,” From now on, you will never make a decision of any sort. Your lives will be simple- obey every command, be respectful, and you will cared for and loved. Your wishes, preferences, and desires are of no consequence to any master, and soon, not even to you. You will serve out your life sentences in private homes. The ministry has ensured you are unable to escape. If you do manage that feat, will be soon returned to captivity . They are not negotiable. Your training will begin tomorrow.
For now, remember your current position. Whenever a master enters your presence, assume this position. And remember, punishment will occur if you fail to please a master. Pleading for relief will double the punishment. Am I clear?”
Both of us immediately said, “Yes, Master.” He left the room.
Elizabeth whispered, “Oh man. He means it. We're in a slave school and will be in a slave market when we're trained. We have to escape. Do you have any ideas?”
After a brief consideration, I said, “I think it'll be wonderful. I don't want to escape. This is my dream life. Just think, no worries or responsibilities except to obey and give love.”
Elizabeth replied, “No, no, no. You heard him. They are going to punish us whenever they want. They can punish us whenever they feel like it. We will have to act 'pleasing' no matter what we think. I'm going to escape. We owe it to all the women in the country. They are going to enslave every woman. The men like us helpless and obedient! They can't keep us chained all the time! Liz was quiet for a moment then said, "But fixed like we are, it seems like there is only one thing we can do right now.” She eyed me and said, “Have you ever made love to a woman?”
Chapter 9 - Fun
Startled by the rapid change of topic, I replied,” No.” I had once tried it at school, but I wasn't going to admit it to her, “That's immoral. I've never even thought of it.” My damned rigid upbringing wouldn't let me admit to something that felt super good when I had tried it. And it was more than 'once.'
“Good,” Elizabeth said. “You're a virgin.”
I shot back, “ I am not. I slept with my husband and later with other men.”
Elizabeth said, “ Better and better. Tell me, did you like it?”
I thought a moment then replied, “It hurt the first time. After that it felt good, but the man always got me hot then finished before I was ready.”
Elizabeth said, “ The same with me. But when my girlfriend and I tried it and after we practiced a little it got better than with boys, much better. Can I show you? After all, what else do we have to do now. Anyway, its pretty obvious that is what the Doctor wants us to do or he wouldn't have left us fixed this way!”
I felt intrigued. There had always been rumors and whispered gossip among my friends. No one had ever admitted actually doing it. I wanted to do it. It also felt repellent, unnatural. I knew how good it felt when I tried it myself and I wondered if a 'courtesan' could do better. I could feel heat growing in my belly and my love juices starting to bubble. Finally I gave in and said, “I've not experienced. What do I do?”
Elizabeth said, ”Stand up.”
I was wary and shy but I stood. Liz stood at the same time and sidled around to face me, almost touching. Liz moved closer and started rubbing her breasts against mine. I flinched away, but Liz followed and continued her rubbing. I felt Liz' belly touch mine and soon her entire body, from ankles to shoulders was brushing me. Then she pressed against me until my whole body was squirming. It felt wonderful to just touch. It was even better than using our hands. That would have been mundane, common touching and not new or as sensitive, I realized. Liz' head was dipping and twisting, following her undulating body. She was caressing my every sense.
Elizabeth put her face close to mine, made eye contact and let it linger. Her eyes softened and she almost smiled. Liz ran her nose over and around mine, just touching. She asked, “Can I kiss you?” My brain shied away , but my body thrilled to such an erotic, sensuous joining. I smiled, and opened my lips a fraction, tilted my head to the right, and put my lips on Elizabeth's. Liz opened her mouth a little and ran her tongue over my lips. Her touch was gentle, sensual. She eased the tip of her tongue between my slack lips and slid it back and forth, sharing their tastes.
I touched the tip of my tongue to Liz' and gently blew. Liz' tongue thrust forward, pressing my tongue down, dominating it. Her lips pressed hard against mine, raping my mouth. She pressed my back all the way onto the bed, subjugating me. I couldn't move, I felt my hot love juices squeeze dripping from my cunt, running down my ass crack. I loved the sense of helplessness, of Liz forcing me to respond. I reveled in submission. “Do what you want to me,” I thought, unable to speak, gagged by my chained mistress' tongue and lips. “I am your slave,” I thought.
Liz continued the kiss, with hard pressure on my lips, exploring my mouth with her soft tongue. I relaxed into the kiss, returning it with all my will. I knew she had nothing else to do. Liz was her whole world and she concentrated her whole being into the kiss. Liz, too ,I think, thought only of pleasuring me. When we finally came up for breath, Liz slid down my body, kissing and licking all the way. She paid special attention to the hollows under my collarbone. She made me so hot, sucking, licking and kissing my glowing skin.
She slid down so her hot mouth could fasten on my rock hard nipples. She alternated nipples, first left, then right, licking and sucking them . I was ready to burst. I had unusually long nipples, standing out an inch from the aureoles. I had not expected this slow, sensuous arousing through my breasts. All I could think about was how this would look to my strait laced friends. Here I was. naked, chained to another naked woman and having sex with her. I felt strong arousal.
I liked being helpless and taken by another woman. We were both slaves. We were no longer bound by any rules or expectations of others. For the first time in her life, I was free. Free to act on my desires and feelings. I had to obey my masters, so they were responsible, not me. I realized the beautiful, sensuous woman chained to
me was right. The Doctor wanted us to love each other. I released my lust for Elizabeth and wanted her. I was free to act on my desires and feelings. We were just slaves and would always be helpless. By the time both nipples were hard, they were aching, wanting release and her belly was aflame. I was moaning, wanting more. I wanted ho hold and caress Elizabeth, but my chained wrists made me impotent. I could only endure the sweet torture and hope for release.
I felt my nipples hardening and belly heating with love. I felt Liz's warm body caressing me as she moved. The cold, steel chain connecting us slithered over my skin. Liz moved her head back and forth between my breasts. The rounded, obdurate steel joining my wrists pushed into my back. I loved it all. My restraints made everything I was feeling more intense. Liz and the steel subjugated me and I reveled in my subjugation, wanting it to last forever.
Liz moved lower, continuing to lick and kiss, and suck. I spread my legs to allow Liz access to my loins. I felt Liz' hot body slide down my labia lips, caressing them, driving my excitement ever higher. Liz knelt on the floor and lowered her head to my groin.
My heat skyrocketed as I felt her magic tongue approach my loins. My moan rose in pitch as my heat blossomed. My labia lips spread wide in arousal, moist with expectation. Elizabeth moved at a deliberate pace, teasing me, drawing it out. I wanted her to hurry, to push me over the edge. But no, she dawdled, knowing that delaying my climax was driving me crazy with desire. She licked and nuzzled my thighs and belly, closing in on the nexus of my lust.
She watched the helpless contractions of my vagina. Saw me trying to pull a phantom penis into my body, to reach the ultimate in physical pleasure. Elizabeth licked my engorged labia lips, up one side, down the other, then reversing. Dawdling, tantalizing me, driving me to ever more frantic heights. My gasps and moans increased in frequency and power. When Elizabeth sensed I was at my peak, she thrust her tongue deep into my cunt. She took my clitoris into her mouth and sucked with all her might. I exploded. My moans became wails. My legs snapped shut around Elizabeth's head. My back arched, lifting Elizabeth off the floor. Sometime later, my spasm relaxed and I settled back down, releasing Elizabeth. We were silent for long moments. Finally, Elizabeth said, “Well, for a first time you certainly enjoyed it.”
I gave a choking laugh then asked, “Why didn't anyone ever tell me what it was like?”
Elizabeth answered, “That was the biggest orgasm I have ever seen. I don't think anyone else knew how big it would be for you. Now its my turn. Are you ready?”
We switched positions and Elizabeth directed me into position. Elizabeth said, “Now remember, no matter how much noise I make, wait for me to peak before you suck my clit.”
I looked at the helpless girl below me and said, “ Shut up slave. I'm in charge now,” and began licking her breast.
Surprising me, Elizabeth's orgasm was as huge as mine had been. After she had relaxed, I asked, ”Was your orgasm as spectacular as it looked? I think it was as big as mine, and mine was my first.”
Elizabeth said, “It was the best I've ever had. You were great, but I think there was more to it than that. All the time I wanted to hold you and could only think about my cuffed wrists and chained neck. By the way, I liked that they chained our collars together. I wonder if they would send us out as a pair?. I think I must enjoy bondage. I felt joy at being helpless and under your control. I wonder if being submissive makes sex more intense?”
I said, “You mean the stupendous orgasm I felt was not normal? I sure enjoyed it. You played me like a violin and gave me more intense joy than I ever felt before. You can play me anytime!”
We were silent with our own thoughts for a while. I wanted a man in me. Liz surprised me when she said, "I don't belong here. I'm not crazy. I was framed by a bunch of men who were afraid of women being independent. I don't want to be a slave to a man. I would be your slave, Regina, but I don't think that's in store for us."
"Liz," I said, "It doesn't look like we have a choice. We will become just what Dr. Benoit wants us to be. He has all the power. And I like that. I want to belong to a man, have great sex all the time, and have no worries except to obey my master. What could be easier or more pleasant for a woman? Relax and enjoy the ride, slave."
Liz looked at me and said, "you're right. I don't have a choice and I do want to avoid those whips. I'll try and enjoy it too, slave."
…....
The matron led them to a different room and ushered them in. In the middle of the bare room was a wooden table. There were long leather straps dangling from each end of the table. A chain dangled from the ceiling over the middle of the table. There was a large ring on the end of the chain which hung three feet above the table's surface. They blindfolded us.
A matron took hold of the chain joining the two women, close to Regina's collar and pulled her to one end of the table. She bent Regina over the table so that her waist was over the edge of it, her head toward the center. She used the straps to fasten Regina's waist to the table. They pulled Regina's feet apart and strapped them to the table legs. The other matron took Liz to the other end and fastened her the same way. Ropes tied to each girls cuffed wrists were pulled up to the hanging ring. The girls groaned as their arms rose into the stressful tie.
They heard the matrons leave the room. Liz whispered, “ Why are they punishing us like this?”
I replied, “This isn't punishment. And why are you whispering? We weren't told to be quiet or gagged. I don't think they care if we talk or scream. Think about it Liz, we have been set up for a man to use us.”
Liz said, in a more normal voice, “Well, if that's what they want to do, all they had to do was tell us. Why the blindfolds, and why have they fastened us this way?”
I replied, “I don't know. We don't have a choice, anyway.” They were quiet. After a while I found that if I lifted my torso, it decreased the strain on my shoulders. I couldn't hold this position for long. So I wound up raising my torso for a few minutes, lowering it and repeating. It wasn't long until I started thinking about how helpless I was. How I was controlled by strangers. As I mulled over my state, I felt heat rising almost in my loins. I started tensing my legs and vagina alternately. Trying to bring relief and release. Before I even got close, I heard the door open and froze.
A husky man's voice asked, “Which one do you want?
Another Man replied, “The redhead.”
The next sound was a sharp snapping sound followed by a gasp from Liz followed by her pleading, “Please no. I haven't done anything. I'll do anything you want,” followed by another snap and Liz screaming.
Then I felt the whip on my ass, burning a fiery stripe across both of my buttocks. I jumped at the sting and gave low moans of pleasure. I knew the heat on my skin would change and turn to heat in my belly and loins. The second stroke of the whip followed a few seconds after the first. Each stroke burned a fresh trail across my ass until it glowed a uniform rosy glow. I couldn't feel the individual stripes any more. Even though the whip continued to warm my ass, the strokes no longer stung. The heat in my ass was heating my loins. I realized I was horny. I wanted a man in me. It was getting worse as the whipping continued. I felt my helplessness and my heat and was glad. I was also frustrated. I needed the stranger inside me, now, damn it. I moaned in need. I realized that Liz, too, had stopped screaming and was now moaning.
My whipping stopped and I moaned louder, saying, “Please take me. Please, Please...”
I heard my tormentor say, “Not yet.” And then ghostly fingers stroked my labia lips, up and down, ever so gently. It felt so good, so sexy, so intimate. It felt so right for me to be helpless while a stranger slowly brought my arousal higher. I pushed my cunt into the fingers as far as I could, trying vainly to get them inside me. They remained maddeningly just on the edge of my labia. Sometimes I got an electric jolt as they touched my clit, but it was not enough!
Then I felt the fingers push deep into my cunt. Oh! The ecstasy was overwhelming. I felt my whole insides s
pasm in a thunderous orgasm. I heard the man finger fucking me say, “Good girl.”
I felt shame and ecstatic joy, and was gloriously happy to be exactly where I was. I thought this was Heaven. I never wanted to be freed. I wanted this to go on forever. Yet,.. I feared I would not be able to bear any further pleasure.
My body was still trembling in its bonds when I felt the fingers move back into my cunt. My heat skyrocketed again. As the fingers stroked in and out my juices gushed. My muscles spasmed over and over as the agonizing pleasure soared. I orgasmed again and again as the fingers continued to stimulate me. After my fourth orgasm, I felt one finger push past my tight sphincter into my anus. The pressure of having both my nether holes penetrated at once was even more stimulating. I felt the next orgasm growing in me. It grew too large to control and I had the biggest orgasm ever. I was awash in pleasure too great to bear and everything faded to black.
Chapter 10 - The Party
When I came to, I was still bound to the table and someone was lowering my arms then I felt my straps removed. I was stood up and wobbled on unsteady legs. I could hear them unfastening .Liz. My blindfold was removed and I saw two men. One of whom had just given her the greatest pleasure of her life. But I did not know which one. It didn't matter. I was grateful to both of them for giving me the tremendous rush I had felt.
One of them clipped a leash onto my collar and said, “Come on. We're going to the welcome party for the new class of trainees.” He led the two women do a large room with many people in it. It looked like a party. Half of the people were staff, since they had clothes, both men and women. The rest were slaves. Women restrained like Liz and I. All the slaves were joined in pairs by four feet of shiny chain. with a staff member leading them on a leash.
I could see the staff were eating and drinking, as well as feeding the girls. Our handlers took us to a buffet table and asked what they preferred, collecting food on a large plate. I felt shocked and confused. The men who had whipped us to orgasm were now acting solicitous. After the food was gathered, the trainers led us around the room. The staff talked to each other about sports, their children, the Royals. a completely normal party, save for the naked, chained women on leashes. There was a stir across the room. I could not see what the commotion was. They led us toward it. They stopped several times to feed us tidbits or converse with an acquaintance. Finally, we got close enough to see the commotion. Several groups of chained girls and their handlers were talking with a woman.
