Samantha watched with bemusement as Morgana removed a glove then stretched her fingers out as though they were weapons. The tips of her fingers descended toward her breasts and Samantha screwed her eyes shut and gave a groaning purl of dismay as tiny jolts of power visibly leapt from Morgana’s very skin and attacked her. The charge was pouring through Morgana without effect but when it jumped to Samantha, it was far less benign.
Samantha stiffened in fits as Morgana continued to trouble her with the bizarre power. It was almost supernatural to see painful snaps of static charge leaping from the woman to chastise her bound and contorted form.
Samantha yelled aloud as Morgana’s fingers decided to dally around her thighs and loins. The intense snaps of power had her jerking and whimpering with anguish. Morgana merely chuckled to herself and continued to thrill to the sight of Samantha being tormented.
“Stick your tongue out,” ordered Morgana.
Samantha reluctantly complied and watched as Morgana closed in with her own pink organ extended. As they neared, a spark of power connected the tips and made Samantha recoil with a yelp of pain.
Morgana laughed aloud and traced a scathing finger around Samantha’s lips. She assailed the tender membranes with vicious influence that had Samantha fighting to try to stay still. It seemed absurd that she should be trying to escape the touch of a mere naked finger as vigorously as she would the application of a whip.
“You’ve got to stay quiet. Remember that, Samantha,” she mused upon seeing her subject’s confusion and travail.
Samantha’s face was screwed up into a tight grimace as she tried to throw her head from side-to-side and avoid Morgana’s attacks. She tried pursing her lips and pulling them in but the vindictive spark from Morgana’s digit was not so easily denied. Nevertheless, she managed to keep her words of imploring subdued.
“Good girl,” she stated as Samantha refused to petition an end to the maltreatment. “Now let’s see just how “good” you can be.”
Morgana moved around and settled between Samantha’s parted legs. She grabbed the sides of Samantha’s thong and with a wrench, she broke the fabrics so that she could remove the garment. Taking hold of the base of the dildo, Morgana dragged it out in one quick motion that had Samantha jerk with startled pleasure.
The ruined thong was used to soak up the excess lubricant then Samantha hollered as Morgana’s tongue started to lavish its tip to her skin. The soothing delightful licks and kisses were corrupted by the baleful charge that leapt from Morgana’s anatomy. Samantha ground her teeth to try to keep her words in check. She yearned to beg Morgana to stop, but despite the pain, there was also the savage rhapsody and the need to stay obedient.
Morgana continued to playfully use her tongue as both a tease and a torment. During a moment of delirious response to the sparks that were attacking her clit, the dildo made its return. Samantha’s holler filled the room a moment later as the rounded soft toy exploited a heavy layer of lubricant and stole entry into her anus. It slid into her before she even had a chance to clench and try to keep it out.
The ridged length retreated then thundered back into her rectum as the woman poured her tongue against Samantha’s belly. The amount of flesh being rolled against her clitoris diluted the static charge, and Samantha’s throat rumbled with heady moans of joy.
The dildo slithered back and danced her sphincter upon its structure. It paused for a few seconds to let her muscles flash and convulse before it lethargically ploughed back into her.
Morgana’s tongue flashed deep into Samantha and churned her pussy with its full stiff length before it again frolicked upon her clitoris. Even the sparks of havoc from the violet wand could not delay Samantha’s rise toward sexual release. Her pants grew quicker and her brief cries rose in pitch, cadence, and volume until suddenly, Samantha paused with eyes wide and mouth agape. Then climax enveloped her.
Every muscle flashed to attention and her torso arched upward into a quivering distorted arc as Morgana steered her into orgasm. The sensation was so intense that Samantha frantically wanted to scream for Morgana to stop. Fortunately, she could not form the words. All she could do was howl with total and soul-consuming ecstasy.
The dildo was yanked free as a long final lick rolled against her sex. Morgana flicked the wand off and removed the conductive pad. As Samantha swayed dizzily and tried to recover her scrambled senses, the dominatrix began to unbuckle the restraints.
Samantha collapsed onto her side then hunched over. A few moist pops emerged from her back as she straightened her spine and set some wayward pockets of fluid back into place.
Morgana arose from the bed and took a position over by the windows.
“Did you enjoy that?” she asked.
“Oh yes!” uttered Samantha.
“Then come over here and lick my boots. Show me your appreciation for what I did to you,” she stated firmly.
Samantha pushed her aching form onward and slithered from the bed. On hands and knees, she slinked over to the woman and lowered onto the soft carpet. Samantha stared at the midnight panes of Morgana’s boots then started to run her tongue upon them.
“Do you have any plans this weekend?” asked Morgana.
“Well, I s-,” began Samantha.
She had nothing to do but work. The ample slice of their income that Eddy demanded left little enough to survive on, let alone indulge something as irrelevant as recreation. It was foolish to try to say otherwise.
“They’re cancelled,” interrupted Morgana. “You’re coming with me to my cabin for the weekend. You’ll be picked up at precisely nine o’clock on Friday evening from your hovel.”
“But... b... the... I mean Eddy, he’ll...” began Samantha.
She was concerned that he would be incensed at yet another deviation from what he considered normal routine. His paranoia might run rampant and assume that Samantha was attempting to flee him. Such an assumption might end up with her hospitalised or possibly dead as an example to the others in his stable.
“I’ll send one of my representatives to negotiate a suitable fee for your time,” she confirmed.
“What if he won’t agree?” she whispered.
“Whatever I want, I get. You’ll learn that soon enough, Samantha.”
Chapter Five
Later, Karen watched Samantha walk down the back road toward the ramshackle pit that served as her home and her prison. Karen’s affinity for observing the minutiae of a person’s face, body, and mannerisms readily detected Samantha’s trauma. There was a slight drag to Samantha’s walk and her movements were a little lop-sided. The session between them would not have caused it, so it had to have been the work of the vile Eddy.
Karen could guess that he would have visited trauma on her stomach and by twisting her limbs during his supposed enjoyment of her body. That way he could avoid leaving marks that might impede the sale of his property.
Karen’s hands tightened on the wheel as she watched Samantha leaving the area of streetlights and merging back into the darkness. Samantha was not his property, not anymore. Samantha was hers and Eddy would soon become aware of that fact.
Reaching into the glove box, she removed a cell phone and began to tap out a number. The line opened without any offer of identification.
“Farrall. This is Morgana. I’ve a problem with my network. There’s a virus and its damaging files that are important to me. I want it deleted as soon as possible. I’ll send all the data on the problem later tonight, encoded channel nine six three. The fee will be transferred to your account by morning. It’s kind of urgent to get this sorted, so I’ll double your usual commission for a swift resolution.”
Chapter Six
Samantha wandered through the doors and found Yuri and Gregor blocking the bottom of the stairs. The two men looked a little like they were brothers. They had uncertain parentage so there was always that possibility, but as far as she knew, their similarity stemmed solely from identi
cal heritage, build, and shaven heads.
They were of average height but were wide in the shoulder and dense of limb. Their legs looked a little too short for their body. It was a trait that always made Samantha and some of the other girls mock them in private about their resemblance to Spike, the bulldog from Tom and Jerry.
Speaking in Slavic, Yuri called back toward the rear rooms where the men all dwelt. A moment later, the grinning callous face of Eddy greeted her. Avoiding his stare, she continued to walk toward the stairs as he leaned against the chipped banisters and scratched his chin.
“You sure made an impression on that yuppie dyke,” he commented.
Samantha tried to ignore him and suppressed a scowl of infuriated rage. How dare such a foul degenerate scumbag speak of her beloved Morgana in such a way. She entertained the notion of striking him but knew that he would deliver back ten times what she could do. Instead, she glared at Yuri and Gregor and when they failed to move, she tried to slip between them.
As her boot touched the first step, Eddy stomped forward grabbed her by the arm and flung her around. With a snarl, he pinned her to the wall and drew close to her face. Samantha wilted passively in his grip, afraid that he was going to beat her again.
“I wonder what she sees in you? Is this mouth holding out on me? Is it a gold mine I just ain’t used properly yet? Maybe I should test it again myself! Just to make sure,” he stated with callous fury.
Samantha struggled against his immobile hold. She was nauseated by the very concept. Eddy saw the disgusted look on her face and gave a chuckling laugh of amusement.
“What do you say, Yuri? Gregor? Shall we take her back and have us a little taste test?” he added.
The thugs gave snorting guffaws and nodded their bald heads. Samantha gave a whimper of panic and fought harder. It was useless.
Eddy unexpectedly released her arms and stepped back. Taking her shoulder, he pushed her back toward the stairs as the two thugs stepped aside.
“Go on. Get the fuck upstairs. You ain’t leaving your room until she gets here,” he said.
It took a moment for the words to sink in through her fatigue but Samantha paused as soon as she realised what he had said. Holding to the banister for support, she turned back to the loitering villain.
“What was that?”
“Some pinstripe geek came round. Paid me plenty to ensure you don’t get a finger laid on you till you’re picked up for this weekend trip. Enjoy it while it lasts, baby, and don’t get too used to pussy ‘cause Monday you’re back on the sidewalk where you belong,” he said with venom.
Ignoring Samantha, he joined his comrades and walked back toward their shared living quarters. Samantha turned and continued up toward her room to seek solace in sleep and embrace the succulent memories of Morgana.
Chapter Seven
Without knocking, Eddy shoved her door and broke the feeble latch that held it closed. Samantha lifted her head from the pillow and regarded the man with poorly hidden loathing.
“You’ve got visitors,” he said as he stepped aside and allowed the new arrivals access.
The two women were tall and strong of limb. Each wore close-fitting leather trousers that disappeared beneath high and heavy boots. A tight black vest was stretched over their chests to further unveil their impressive physique. Short spiky hair that had been bleached until it was almost white added further to their ferocious image. The only thing that hinted that they were owned servants was the locked band of polished steel around their necks. Between them, they held the handles of a rectangular wooden trunk.
“We have come to prepare you for your journey to Lady Morgana,” said the leading woman. Her voice was soft and delicate and it was a complete contrast to the persona her physique projected.
Samantha instantly found herself staring lustfully at the women. The leather which was pulled over their alluring curves made them appear even more overpowering and Samantha entertained notions of being at their mercy. Against such physically superior women she could kick and struggle, whine and whimper and there would be nothing she could do to stop them doing whatever they wanted with her. It was an enticing scenario.
She questioned whether they were other possessions of Morgana or merely just dedicated servants. Did Morgana maintain a harem of loyal and adoring lesbian submissives and if so, would Samantha find herself performing with them?
The women moved in and set down the trunk. One of them started flipping open the dense latches as the other turned to Eddy.
“You have been handsomely compensated. Is there something else that you require?” she asked staidly.
Eddy just grinned and with a dismissing wave, he walked away. When he was gone, the woman closed the door and reached into the trunk as her partner opened it for her. Samantha swung her legs off the bed and sat up. Stretching her neck, she tried to peek into the interior and gain some insight into what was going to be expected of her.
“What have I got to do?” asked Samantha.
“Nothing, miss. We’re here to get you ready then deliver you in this,” said one of them as she indicated the trunk.
Samantha stared at the box with a sudden sense of merged worry and anticipation. She had never been so thoroughly restrained before. She was going to be locked tight within the trunk and the two amazons were going to hand deliver her to Morgana like a parcel. Such a mode of shipment would certainly get her in the mood to be Morgana’s possession again.
“If you would put this on first,” said the other woman and proceeded to remove a neatly folded pile of shiny black Lycra.
Samantha got off the bed and took the item. Opening it out she found that it was a full body cat-suit. The garment incorporated socks and a set of featureless mitts that would leave her fingers a compressed bundle. Removing her underwear, she unzipped the back of the cat-suit and began to slip into it as the women removed some other items from the trunk and placed them to one side.
One of the women moved forward and helped Samantha lift the zip, and while she was there, she took hold of her arms and brought them behind her. The woman’s partner took up a pile of leather and brought it over. The metal fastenings, buckles, and rivets jingled against each other as the women opened the item for use.
The conical sheath of hide was pulled up onto her arms. Samantha’s hands entered the tight apex of the binder and the women went to work hauling in the laces and tightening the item to a stern fit. Samantha could not keep back some soft gasps of pleasure as the sublime agents of Morgana’s rule restrained her.
Once her chest was arched forward a little by the pose, the women used a cross section of straps over her torso to anchor the sheath into place. A square of leather in the centre of her cleavage allowed the straps to cross each other. They were held in place by a couple of buckles that stopped the straps from slipping about.
Samantha felt her legs go weak beneath her as one of the women stepped behind her and took a ferocious hold of her upper arms. The powerful grip drew her back against the firm body of the woman and the other amazon grabbed the gag that Samantha was preordained to wear.
Offering a hint of resistance, Samantha refused to accept the latex lined plate of thick leather. A deflated balloon of dense black rubber emerged from the inside and a series of leather straps were riveted to the perimeter of the plate.
A smile tickled the corner of the woman’s lips and she reached up to squeeze fingers into Samantha’s cheeks. While forcing Samantha’s mouth open, the female behind her increased the strength of her grip and the woman slipped the plate into place.
Two straps ran along the edge of her nose to connect at her brow and ride overhead to reach the strap that traversed the base of her skull. Another set ran from the corners of the plate at her cheeks and stretched up to the apex of her skull and the D ring that was fastened there. As the belts were vehemently tightened, they forced her chin into the moulded cup at the bottom of the plate. The actions also made her bite
firmly to the loose sac and she let her tongue drift over the balloon and spread the spicy tang of rubber over her palate.
With Samantha’s mouth now under complete control, the woman screwed an inflator bulb to the emerging nozzle and began to crush it in her fist. Samantha struggled against the woman that was grappling her as she felt the device swell within her mouth. The gag grew swiftly and pressed her tongue into the base of her mouth. It levied its might against her jaws, seeking to part them as the plexus of straps prevented it.
Samantha gave a panicked mew as the woman continued her inflation. Her cheeks began to ache and she was made to wheeze through her nostrils as her mouth was placed under the full command of the device.
Pulling the bulb off, the woman quickly screwed a dust cap into place and looked down at the trunk. Samantha followed her gaze and gave new struggles against her captors. Her sense of unease about being confined was beginning to overcome her feelings of submission. Now that she had been swallowed up by a few items of restraint, she was apprehensive about surrendering to something so intense as solitary confinement in the trunk for however long it took to bring her to Morgana. If the cabin was deep in the forest, she could be in the trunk for a day or two. Samantha’s depraved wants sought such extremes, but her experience was token at best and she was not sure her body could live up to the demands that her inflamed libido craved.
Her panic was momentarily frozen when the woman reached forward and began to circle her open palms against the submerged points of Samantha’s nipples. The delicate influx of pleasure gained her attention and the woman moved closer so that Samantha was pressed between the two tall powerful forms.
“Don’t worry. We’ve all been shipped like this a few times. It’s bad, but you’ll survive it,” offered the woman, and suddenly both sets of hands were appraising her physique. She was trapped between their bodies, their breasts against her, their fingers stroking and tickling her Lycra-clad skin. It was a divine way in which to acclimatise her to the approaching entrapment.
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