by Ella Ford
She bent her legs and lowered herself down to squat before me. Then she reached out her hand and lifted my chin until I was looking up at her. I felt myself wanting to shrink away from her touch, but my body wouldn’t respond. Her gaze was captivating, transfixing, holding me in thrall like a deer in headlights.
“Pretty,” she said, turning my head from side to side with a powerful grip. “A little common, but I like that.” She shifted to her right, still holding my head in her fingers, then reached over to grip the doctor’s chin in the same way. “This one is a little more classy. They make an interesting pair.”
I felt my heartbeat quicken, and a curious warmth rising in my midsection. I was being appraised like cattle, treated like nothing. I should have felt revulsion at such treatment, should have demanded to be taken home. Nobody should be treated like this! But, to my surprise, I welcomed this judgement, relished this inhuman transaction. What was wrong with me?
The woman stood up before us, then stepped back. She crossed her arms before her and lifted a hand to her chin, her eyes flicked between the doctor and me, studying us as you might study a pair of antique chairs.
“Any tattoos?” she said with a hint of distaste.
“None visible,” replied Lydia from behind us. I wondered how she knew, after such a brief meeting in the coffee shop.
“Will they both eat pussy?” said the woman, matter-of-factly. The doctor gasped and sobbed beside me. I wondered what was wrong with her.
“Yes, I tested them myself,” purred Lydia with a sordid tone.
“Oh Lydia, you little slut. Maybe I should take you with them, to make up for you losing one,” said the tall buyer. Her voice sounded half serious and half mocking. “Would you like to come back to the basement? You used to enjoy it there, as I recall.”
Lydia gasped. “I-I’m sorry… it’s… it won’t happen again.”
The woman dismissed Lydia with a wave. “Take off their dresses, I want to see what I’m buying.”
Before I could protest, Lydia’s henchmen had moved into position behind the doctor and me. I felt a rough hand plunge into my hair and pull me up to my feet. I squealed in shock and pain, as did the woman beside me. Then the man holding my hair moved to stand before me and grabbed the top of my strapless cocktail dress, pulling the expensive garment down my body. I inhaled sharply, shocked by the cold air on my breasts and the sudden rush of self-consciousness. Before I could catch my breath, the man grabbed my panties and tugged them down my legs. He reached up again and grabbed my hair, then pulled me towards him, forcing me to step out of the pile of clothes at my feet.
I was naked now, my pussy and breasts exposed, nipples hardening in the cold night. My arms were still cuffed behind my back and I still wore my high heeled shoes. I glanced over at the doctor. Her face was a mask of terror, utterly mortified by the predicament we found ourselves in.
“Down,” said the man, pressing roughly on my shoulders until I fell to my knees. The doctor joined me and we kneeled together, two naked slaves awaiting our fate.
Thoughts began to run unbidden through my mind, catching up with the revelations and events of the last ten minutes. I’d spent the last few hours and days believing I would be bought by a man, some strapping, rich, business-type who knew what he wanted and wasn’t afraid to take it. I was prepared for that, prepared for all that it entailed. But this was very different. It had never even occurred that I would be bought by a woman, or that a woman could even do that to another. Was I sheltered? Naive? Probably.
I found myself wondering what it would be like. I wasn’t a lesbian, of that I was sure. Before Lydia I’d never even considered it. My girlfriends had spoke of illicit attractions to girls, or furtive explorations in college, but I had never had that. Sure, there was a thrill to what happened between Lydia and I, but I wasn’t sure whether that was the act of lesbian pleasure or the dynamic of dominant and submissive.
And yet, here I was, kneeling, naked, cowering at the feet of a powerful female buyer of women. I was about to be the fuck toy of a dominant lesbian mistress. Is this what I wanted?
“Very nice,” said the buyer, waking me from my considerations. “Are they docile?”
Lydia cleared her throat, obviously keen not to reveal that she’d tested this aspect of our personalities. “Yes. Check the envelopes we sent. Both girls fit the stereotype. Quiet, obedient, never excelling, always competent. Neither have serious relationships at the moment; both have had bad relationships in the past - usual thing, attracted to bad boys who treat them like shit; vow to find something better; find another bad boy. They’re both classic slave archetypes, you’ll have no problem with them.”
I blinked in shock and surprise. To hear my life laid out so plainly like that. How had Lydia found that out? What exactly was contained in the envelopes that the buyer had? I sighed and my shoulders slumped. I realized that none of this mattered anymore. My past was nothing more than history, facts that belonged to another. My only concern right now was obedience.
“Kiss each other,” said the buyer suddenly. “I want to see you perform for me.”
The doctor and I both gasped simultaneously, shocked by the sudden order. But neither of us moved.
“I said fucking kiss each other!” snapped the buyer.
Once again, rough hands fell on my shoulders and I felt my body spin around to face the woman beside me. The doctor was being similarly manhandled into position. I could feel her breath on my face, fast and hot and sour with fear. Tears were rolling down her cheeks and she looked terrified. I felt a flash of guilt as I found myself feeling curiously attracted to her. She looked so vulnerable and timid, an elegant captive. But before I could dwell on the feeling, I felt a hand push my head forwards and my lips pressed roughly against the doctor’s. I tried to pull back, but the hand held me in place.
To my right, the buyer bent down and lifted her arm. I sensed what was coming a split second before it happened. The buyer’s hand fell on my bare ass, slapping me with a shocking force. I screamed out, my mouth still held against the doctor’s. Another slap rang out, this time on the doctor’s naked ass. She screamed as I had and I felt her breath quicken in panic.
“Now fucking kiss like you fucking mean it!” screamed the buyer beside us.
Fearing another slap, I concentrated on the kiss, moving my lips against those of the doctor. She felt soft and hot and was trembling with fear. But somehow, she found it within herself to respond, returning my kiss, sliding her mouth over mine. I felt her lips part and her tongue poke out tentatively, licking against my lips with a timid exploration. I responded in kind, opening my mouth and pushing my own tongue out to meet hers. As we touched, there was an electric jolt, a rush of sensation that we both felt. My world collapsed down to the pair of us, amplifying the sensation of the kiss. I could feel her naked breasts brushing against mine, the hard nubs of her nipples caressing my own, sending waves of pleasure through my body.
Our mouths locked together, our heads leaned to the side, desperate to probe each other as deeply as possible. Between us, our tongues waged war, sliding together in a moist dance, an endless skirmish driven by a need for taste. I found myself overpowered by the weight of sensation, the taste of her mouth and the intoxicating scent of her - sweat and perfume and raw fear. Suddenly, I wanted her more than anything. I wanted to bury my head between her legs and feel her do the same to me. There was something exhilarating about this forced coupling, the absence of control or agency.
From somewhere far away, I felt a presence between my legs. I shifted my sluggish awareness away from the transfixing lure of our hot kiss and tried to determine what it was. The buyer had leaned in to the pair of us and her arms had snaked around and between our thighs. I felt her fingers gently caress my pussy, smearing the wet flesh that she found there and pressing down on my clitoris.
I gasped and the doctor did the same, momentarily breaking the kiss as this new sensation washed over us. The buyer continued her manipula
tion, working us both like puppets. I leaned forward, resting my forehead against the doctor’s, lazily pecking at her lips, unable to concentrate on anything else as the thrilling sensations between my legs continued.
“They’re both very wet,” breathed the buyer beside me. Then she pulled her hands from between my legs and grabbed my face. I felt my head pulled up to face her, away from the doctor’s soft kiss and I gasped in surprise and protest. Then the buyer pushed her right hand into my mouth, forcing four fingers between my lips up to the second knuckle. It was the hand that had been between the legs of the doctor and I could taste the sweetness of her pussy on the buyer’s fingers. “Do you like that bitch?” she snapped and I nodded, trying not to gag, feeling hot tears well in my eyes. “Keep fucking kissing!” she shouted and pulled her fingers from my mouth.
I turned obediently back to the doctor and continued kissing her. There was a hot reassurance in the kiss, a point of stability that I clung to. It caused the panic and fear and pain to subside slightly.
The buyer moved behind the doctor and squatted down, then gripped her tight ponytail, pulling her away from me slightly. I moved forwards, keen to obey my new owner and keen to continue the kiss in equal measure. The doctor froze and moaned as the buyer pushed her hand between her legs again and began to frantically rub her pussy.
“I want to see these bitches come together,” said the buyer. “Lydia, help out with that one,” she added, glancing at me dismissively.
“Gladly,” purred Lydia in response. I heard her step behind and squat down in a mirror pose of the buyer. Then her hand plunged into my hair and pulled my head back, nearly causing me to topple back against her body, away from the doctor, but I kept my balance. Her hand darted between my legs before I could even gasp and I felt her long fingers plunge into my wet pussy and begin to slide back and forth.
My mind exploded in a fraction of a second, overcome with the sudden rush of pleasure between my legs. Lydia’s fingertips found my clit and began to swirl around my throbbing nub in tight circles, then she pushed herself into my hole and started to move her hand back and forth. The entry of her finger caused me to gasp; the sudden, forced violation causing a momentary panic in my mind. I tried to struggle, but she held me fast and I only succeeded in brushing my nipples against the doctor’s, sending waves of sensation through my body.
I relaxed into her grip, surrendering myself to Lydia’s touch and the will of the buyer. I realized that it was useless to struggle now. My capitulation was complete and total. My life was now one of obedience and pleasure.
I moaned as Lydia stoked the fire in my pussy and the doctor’s voice rose to match my own. The pair of us writhed against each other, bodies slick with perspiration despite the chill air in the abandoned warehouse. Lydia’s grip tightened in my hair, pulling my head further back, forcing me to look up at her. She lowered her head and kissed my mouth, biting at my lower lip causing me to squeal in pain and pleasure.
I began to feel like a ragdoll, a lifeless toy manipulated for pleasure. My body belonged to another now, it was no longer mine to command. The thought thrilled me, sending waves of ecstasy through me, fanning the flames of the approaching orgasm in my pussy.
I felt a change, as though a switch was flicked. The hot ember between my legs suddenly lurched upwards, propelled by the expert touch of Lydia and the acceptance of my fate. The orgasm grew outwards, threatening to consume all in its path. I tried to resist, tried to hold it back, to prolong this ceaseless pleasure.
In front of me, I sensed the doctor push back into the buyer’s grip. Her moans turned to quick pants. “Ah, ah, ah,” she repeated over and over. Then she fell silent and her body arched forwards against mine as she surrendered to her orgasm.
As this strange, elegant woman came violently against me, I felt my own pleasure reach a mad crescendo. I put up one final token gesture of resistance, but it was all in vain. The orgasm broke, racing free from my pussy and scorching all before it. My mind went blank for a fraction of a second, overloaded by the liquid pleasure that was racing through my body. Then sensation returned and I felt the intense roar of ecstasy surging through me, and a hot, moist eruption in my pussy. My wrists thrashed against the handcuffs that still held me in place and my toes curled in my high-heeled shoes. Every muscle and tendon in my body howled in exquisite protest while the orgasm raged.
For endless seconds, the doctor and I endured this sinful release. Then, as one, our orgasms left us, releasing our bodies. We both fell forwards, collapsing against each other, skin slippery and wet. My head slumped onto her shoulder and I breathed deeply in the cooling scent of her fading pleasure.
In a distant universe, the buyer stood up from behind the doctor and Lydia left me. I gasped as her fingers slid out of my slick pussy, a violent shudder running up and down my spine.
“Okay, they’ll do. They need some training, but that’s not unusual. I’ll take them.”
I sensed Lydia’s viper smile. “Excellent. Sorry about the third one.”
“It happens. Lucio, Carlos, put these two in the car. I want to get them in the basement and start work on them.”
There was a grunt of understanding from the two men, then the familiar feeling of being grabbed and manhandled.
As the cooling ember of my orgasm faded and I was once again led off to an uncertain fate, I wondered distantly what exactly was in the basement.
Chapter 3
“When we were in the warehouse and I told you to kiss, you hesitated. Why was that?” the buyer whispered, touching the back of her hand to my cheek tenderly.
It was later the same night, perhaps midnight, though time seemed have lost its meaning by now. The pair of us - the mysterious, elegant doctor and me - had been led by the buyer and her henchmen away from Lydia to a vehicle waiting outside. The car was a stretch limousine with blacked out windows and a sleek, serpentine appearance. I stood shivering alongside my companion as the buyer’s men fumbled with our handcuffs, freeing our arms for the first time in hours. My wrists sang with the pain of restraint, but it was a relief to be free of the uncomfortable cuffs.
Then we were both ushered into the back of the limo and instructed to kneel on the floor of the car, facing the front with our arms crossed behind our backs. Looking back, I realize that this was the first time that I ever adopted the slave pose, but it would not be the last. In the coming weeks and months, the slave pose became my natural fallback when required to be submissive or quiet. It was uncomfortable at first, though I soon got used to it and, in time, came to enjoy the silent, reflective mood that sitting in that exposed, provocative pose put me in.
The limo drove us back towards the city, or so it seemed. The doctor and I were joined in the back of the car by the buyer, while her henchmen rode up front. I found myself wondering if those men were ever allowed to enjoy the merchandise, or whether their role was simply to protect and obey. Were they so different from the doctor and I, simple possessions under the spell of the buyer?
We rode in silence, for the most part. The buyer never engaged us in conversation, but I could feel the weight of her scrutiny on my back. That intense, icy stare; emerald green eyes flicking between my body and the brunette beside me, plotting how she would use us, what pleasure we could bring her.
Eventually, the car pulled into another driveway, marked by the characteristic crunch of gravel beneath the tyres. The vehicle crawled to a halt and the driver’s door opened, followed by the rear doors. The buyer was helped out by one of her men, leaving us alone for the first time.
I glanced around at the doctor hoping for a reassuring flash of connection, but her head was bowed and her eyes closed. She appeared to be in a meditative state, her face blank and expressionless. I could see the glistening tracks of her tears still staining her cheeks; I noted that her lipstick was smudged and uneven, and thought back to the passionate kiss we had shared earlier. A shudder ran down my spine as I remembered the taste of her mouth and the relentless attentio
n of her tongue.
From outside the car, I heard the sounds of conversation.
“I’m going inside to freshen up. Bring these two into the house and have them wait for me in the living room,” the buyer had said.
“Yes ma’am. Will that be all?”
“Yes, thank you Carlos. You and Lucio did good work tonight. You may take Marie and Jennifer back to your quarters with you, if you wish. Be sure not to mark them, they’re due for shipping next week,” she added.
“Thank you ma’am,” replied Carlos.
Seconds later, Carlos reached into the back of the limo and grabbed the doctor’s ponytail, pulling her towards him with a powerful tug. The doctor was roused from her contemplation and stumbled up onto her feet, almost tripping on the high heeled shoes she wore. I watched her leave the vehicle, peering at her departing ass and pussy with detached interest. Then the door at the other side of the car opened and Lucio’s thick arm reached in and grabbed my hair. I tried to go with the movement, knowing what to expect, but his grip was surprisingly powerful and I almost fell as I was dragged out of the car.
I began to whimper, and realized that the doctor was doing the same. We huddled together in the cold of the night, eager for the warmth of the other and the sense of reassurance that the sensation of touch brought.
“In the house girls, let’s not keep the lady waiting,” said Carlos with a filthy grin, then he reached forward and slapped my thigh with his thick, meaty hand. I yelped and jumped back. The doctor flinched away, then the pair of us turned to face the building before us for the first time.
