Samantha gurgled and struggled against the grappling hold. Her breasts seemed to swell with internal distress because of the garrotting cinch, but there was nothing she could do to shed the hoops.
“But we’re not done yet. Oh no. We’ve got to make sure you stay put, and we have just the means to do it.”
Samantha’s struggles became even more diligent when she saw a set of clover clamps in the amazon’s hands. A short length of chain served to link the silver devices, and holding one in each hand, the woman began snapping the padded jaws of the baleful instruments with malicious intent.
“Which one first though, that’s the question, isn’t it? Can you guess, or do you want it to be a surprise?” said the woman behind her.
“This one?” asked her partner as she drew a clamp toward a nipple. Samantha fought to move the targeted nugget of flesh away from the implement.
“Or this one?” she added, and began heading to the other as Samantha continued her attempt to evade them.
“Well if you don’t want them there, maybe here would be better?” she said with a broad grin and started to lower the clamps toward Samantha’s pussy. Samantha gave wails of mortified panic as she contemplated such a terrible attachment.
“No?” continued the woman, and brought the toys back up toward her original targets. “So, I guess we continue as planned. But these aren’t ready to fully appreciate a set of nice tight clamps.”
“Yes. Just what are we going to do about that?” asked the woman that was still containing Samantha within a sinewy grip.
The clamps were waved to and fro before her, teasing Samantha for a short time. The woman then leaned in and took one of Samantha’s nipples in her mouth. Samantha suddenly fought against the woman holding her prisoner as soft nips and stern sucks afflicted the teat.
“There’s no point struggling. You’re not going anywhere. Just relax and let her do as she wants,” suggested the female.
The other nipple was treated to the same attention then the woman held the clamps up again. She licked her lips then ran her extended tongue down her front teeth as she glared licentiously at Samantha.
“First, let’s make sure you can’t scamper away,” she said.
The woman proceeded to the pole and threaded one of the clamps through the hoop that was set atop it. Samantha was forced closer to the metal stake, and her squeezed breasts aimed toward it.
The two metal mouths gobbled up her engorged nipples. As they were closed, the sprung maws held fiercely to them and Samantha wailed into her muting gag. She jiggled on the spot as the women laughed at her responses and held her in place until she had grown accustomed to their effects. A moment later, the women backed away and left her on her knees.
“There. All done,” commented one of them as they lovingly held hands and watched Samantha’s panicked examination of her containment.
“She’s not going anywhere. That’s for certain.”
Samantha tried to move away but as the chains snapped taut, she gave another smothered howl of anguish as the clamps tightened their hold. She could not lie down, she could not stand up, and she could not get away from the pole. It was a dreadfully effective means to retain her.
“Learned the lesson yet?” asked one of the women as Samantha discovered the limits that had been imposed upon her.
“I think she has. So what now?”
“I want to watch you come,” flatly stated the other.
“Then you know exactly what I want to see.”
With a sudden flash of a smile, the woman stepped over and grabbed the other woman about the back of the neck. With aggressive motions, she forced the compliant woman onto the floor then straddled her chest. Facing the supine woman’s legs, she sat back and laughed as a delighted “Mmmmmdff,” announced the smothering of the woman’s face.
“Come on, then! Get going!” she growled with libidinous wrath.
Wriggling her tightly leather-clad rear against the face of her partner, she grabbed one of the flailing hands and put it to the front of the woman’s trousers. Samantha could see the delighted eyes of the subdued woman as she stared up at the sight rising above her. Her snorting breaths against the leather were deep and passionate and her fingers fumbled maniacally with the button and zip of her trousers. The moment they were open her hand dove in and began to stroke herself with fervid prurience.
“There we go. You like that view down there, don’t you? Of course you do. It’s where you belong, after all. Under my butt. Worshipping it. Being my cushion.”
A garbled reply murmured up from between her legs and affirmed that everything was perfect.
While riding the woman’s face, the dominant started to massage and play with her subdued partner’s breasts. She stroked, teased, pinched, and sometimes twisted to make her yelp against the smothering hindquarters.
Samantha watched with frustrated intensity. She yearned to join in or have some attention paid to her, but trapped against the pole all she could do was watch the erotic show and be doomed to denial.
The supine female started to rasp in uneven fits then her own abdomen started to lift from the ground as though the approaching orgasm was somehow erasing gravity. When climax struck, she bucked and jolted beneath the imprisoning woman.
The trapped slave struggled to endure the intense rapture as the other woman leant back and cut off all access to air. The deprivation magnified the sense of submission and heightened her reactions even more. The woman’s boots skipped and scuffed on the carpet and her body quaked as she etched swift swirls on her sex. She started to calm and then quickly became lax.
The riding woman shifted forward enough so that her partner could recover her breath. She kept her under control for a little while longer before swinging over a firm thigh to release the woman. The features of the exhausted female were laced with dots of sweat and she remained slack in the cosy afterglow of her release.
The other woman knelt beside her and stroked the side of her face.
“Was that what you wanted?” asked her partner.
“Mmmmm,” she affirmed. She was clearly far too fatigued to form anything more complicated by way of an answer. The other woman leaned down and kissed her lips while fondly groping a breast.
“Well, no time for a nap. The Lady will be here soon, so we’d best get cracking.”
“Oh, okay then,” she stated with irritation. With a petulant hiss of exertion, she forced herself upright and accepted the hand of her partner to help pull her onto her feet. They permitted themselves one final kiss and with hands intertwined, they walked from the room.
“Have fun, Samantha,” one of them offered as the door swung shut.
Samantha pulled a little at the chains and tried to figure out some way to get free. The only possibility would be to drag back and try and pull the clamps off, but that would really hurt, and besides, the sprung construction of the clover clamps ensured that any pull to the back of them would only serve to tighten their overall pinch. Her breasts were throbbing from the long presence of the clamps and she began to fear their removal a great deal more than their companionship. The numbness in her arms and the prospect of riots of heinous pins and needles from the extraction of the sheath now seemed trivial in comparison.
The sun started to travel down toward the horizon and painted a dazzling palette of red and purple as a farewell gesture to the day. The shadows lengthened through the room and the first stars started to emerge against the rapidly darkening vault of blue. Samantha just watched and continued to remain in her painful bondage as she waited patiently for something to happen.
Chapter Ten
The door opened and Morgana walked out from the shadows, revealing her outfit in one dazzling and instant display. She had slicked her hair back and added saturnine shades to her eyes and lips to favour a more fierce and funereal attitude.
She walked casually on perfectly fitted leather thigh boots. The wicked heel sank a little int
o the carpeted floor with each step and the leather gave the softest of murmuring creaks. A set of shorts embraced her hindquarters and emphasised the pert mounds of her rear. A zip ran from the front of them all the way around to the back. The brief area of exposed thigh was naked and available for Samantha to fawn on.
A strapless bra of the same black polished skin cupped her breasts and created a distinct and open cleavage. A band of leather circled her wrists and neck, and each had a ring of curved steel talons decorating them.
Morgana wandered passed Samantha and let her hand trail along the trunk and then over the bound female before her.
“Looks like my eager servants decided to improvise a little extra introductory bondage for you,” she said. “Let’s get these off you first. They don’t look like they’re much fun.”
The woman’s hands took hold of the clamps and gave them a few minor tugs to revive their lucid rage before she simply released them simultaneously. Samantha sucked a sudden gasp through her nostrils and collapsed onto her side. Her legs kicked and she swung her chest from side-to-side while she hollered against the gag. Each nipple seemed to swell with agony that coursed through the rest of her strangled breasts and drifted into her shoulders. She twitched and jolted and the pain started to fade back to an injured throb. Gradually she settled down.
Morgana dropped the silvery implements and left them dangling from the pole. Leaning down, she focused her attention to the ropes that were still plaguing Samantha’s purple-tinted breasts.
“Now for these nasty pieces of rope work.”
The flight of the garrotting strands brought back a vague shade of the ordeal, but this time Samantha merely mewled softly and writhed a little on the floor. Her legs entwined and knotted as a second wave of sensation rolled back into her assets.
She felt a boot nudge her and roll her enervated form onto her front. The pressure of her torso onto her abused breasts made them announce their existence with an angry pounding ache and her nipples proved even more sensitive to being laid upon. However, the discomfort was not as intense as the removal of the clamps, and was nothing as bad as the long sentence in the box. Holding to her courage, Samantha remained where she was.
The buckles and laces of the arm sheath were removed and the cone of leather was drawn from her arms. The limbs dropped lifelessly to her sides and a moment later began to fill with excruciating prickly storms of sensation. Samantha rolled over. Moaning and grunting against the gag, she flapped the limbs around on the carpet, making them move like landed fish in a bid to pound some life back into them.
Morgana towered over her and set one of her thigh booted legs onto Samantha’s chest. Applying weight to the gorgeous limb she kept Samantha pinned in place while she endured the process of recovery from her bondage.
The sight of the woman exercising her dominance over her was a glorious compensation. Samantha let her body revive, and in the meantime, she chose to regenerate her libido with detailed dreams of tongue cleaning every inch of the client’s salacious leather attire.
“Are we feeling better now?” asked Morgana.
Samantha nodded and the woman removed the heel from her skin.
“Up onto your knees then,” she ordered.
Samantha forced herself upright and formed herself into the required pose. Morgana stepped behind her and unfastened the gag. She drew the implement from Samantha’s jaws and the swollen bulb stretched her jaws wider and made her mewl before it finally popped free.
The woman set the device aside and stepped back.
“Get undressed. Everything,” she said firmly.
As Samantha started to shed the cat-suit, she licked her lips and stretched her mouth to banish the lingering effects of the stern gag. While she stripped, she kept a covert eye on the alluring form of the client for her own sense of erotic infatuation.
When Samantha stared at her, she filled her thoughts with the knowledge that at the woman’s command she had been forced into a trunk and shipped out to her like an object. Samantha felt so astoundingly under her control and power. No matter what Morgana wanted, she could have it from Samantha or have burly amazon servants take it from her. Samantha was no longer an employee, she was a hopelessly addicted servant.
Morgana took a long lighter from one of the dark wood cupboards and systematically lit the candles of the room. The warm haloes of light forced back the gathering gloom and created a sombre, iniquitous ambience in the small chamber.
Morgana put the lighter away and opened one of the taller sections of cupboard. From within she took four sections of steel pipe that appeared much like the one that currently jabbed up from the floor of the room. She also took out a small electric screwdriver.
Samantha watched with interest as Morgana removed a small section of carpet that had been fastened down with tabs of Velcro about a yard from the established upright pole. An identical fixture with the pole already inserted was put to the floorboards and the screwdriver quickly thrust four deep screws into place.
Morgana turned her attention to the pipe that Samantha had been kept locked to. She removed the cap that sported the ring and exposed the screw thread at the summit. This accepted a new section of vertical pipe. A similar section was added to the other recently installed pole to effectively double both their heights.
At the top of each newly applied strut was a T shaped cross section that allowed the last part of pole to slot horizontally through and join the two sections. The two turn bolts on them were tightened so that the overhead pipe could not move and Morgana travelled once more back to the cupboards to acquire several bundles of crimson rope.
“I want you to kneel in there. Take hold of the upper corners and put your knees to the bases,” ordered Morgana.
She strolled back and dropped all the ropes save one. Ignoring Samantha, she started unravelling the first bundle.
Samantha shuffled over and did as she was told. With her knees next to the bases of the poles, she reached up and just about managed to grab the overhead trapeze of metal where it met the upright struts. Morgana moved in quickly and started to weave her ropes upon Samantha’s body.
Coils worked around her left wrist and engulfed the corner of the stern frame. A significant amount was left unused and another bundle was used to perpetrate a similar confinement for her right wrist.
Morgana then drew Samantha’s left ankle up to her rear and used a fresh bundle to wrap around and weave about the limb. She created several figure eight sections that swiftly sealed her ankle to her thigh. Diamond patterns of restraint were created down her leg then connected to the base of the frame. Her other leg was similarly treated and contained before a fresh collection of rope was taken up.
Morgana began to create an intricate full body harness upon Samantha’s naked physique. The diamonds of rope that stretched themselves on her body squeezed her with sensuous strictness. The slither of rope upon her naked skin had her eyes half closed with arousal. She could not help but find repose in the steady build-up of constriction and the slow devouring of her ability to move and struggle. The consummate skill of Morgana in her rope work was leaving Samantha light headed and all too willing to submit to anything that the woman wanted of her.
A firm crotch rope left a knot pressed against her clitoris and more patterns of rope squeezed her hindquarters. The tightening of it made Samantha gasp and shiver in her bonds. The delectable cinch and pressure against her pudenda made her surge and wriggle to exaggerate the feel of the rope encompassing her with its detailed web of influence.
The excess lengths were then brought into play. They hung by her wrists and danced around the vertical poles then were lanced inward to hook portions of her rope dress. Each and every tightening of these crosspieces escalated the overall rigour of the dress and deprived her of even more movement. The anchors continued to reach in and secure her, and Samantha found herself giving reign to a libidinous purr as she surrendered to the implacable work of the client.
Morgana walked around her captive and scrutinised her work. Straightening a rope here, moving a knot a little there, only once she was completely satisfied did she kneel down behind Samantha.
“Does that feel good?” she asked.
Morgana’s hands reached around to gently cup Samantha’s breasts.
“Oh yes!” she hissed.
Fingers toyed with her nipples and Samantha’s head draped back against the woman. She pulled at her bonds, offering a hint of resistance that they easily contained. Samantha gave another long sigh of pleasure as she illustrated to herself the extent of her susceptibility.
Morgana pressed herself against Samantha’s back. The feel of her tightly leather-clad form was another aphrodisiac that had Samantha burning with prurient need. Her face turned to meet the lips of Morgana and they began a slow sensual kiss.
Samantha offered soft whimpers as Morgana took hold of the collection of knots that controlled the crotch rope and gave the plexus some soft tugs to make it shift against her.
After long and heavenly minutes of this manipulation, Morgana moved away a little and swung a hand backward. The open palm travelled in an underhand swat that clapped to Samantha’s buttock. The stinging impact was a heady delight, a further slice of giddy sensation that charmed Samantha and delivered her deeper into the arms of a masochistic trance.
“Oh more! Please! More!” she whimpered, and Morgana happily obliged.
Morgana mixed sensuous kisses with swift spanks. She added stimulating gropes of Samantha’s breasts and playful dalliances with various portions of her rope cocoon.
“Now we’re going to discuss your future... and its rules,” whispered Morgana.
“Anything,” said Samantha. She was scarcely aware of what the client was saying. A pinch to a nipple and a more harsh pull to the crotch rope brought her a little more out of the haze of crapulent indulgence so that she could process what Morgana was saying.
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