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  In response, he simply lifted her clean off the floor and, ignoring her frantic kicks and struggles, carried her over to the wall and held her while Dawnelle slipped the first lock through Melissa’s right nipple ring and clicked it shut! Further resistance was useless and Melissa subsided into terrified passivity as her left nipple ring was locked in place and Siteki lowered her feet to the floor.

  Instantly, the locks tugged at her rings, Melissa squealed, rising on tiptoe, her spine ruler-straight, and her eyes filled with fearful realisation that she must not and could not ease the immediate ache that began in her slim calves.

  With her ankles still locked together, Maxine was even less able to resist than her sister was and was soon just as helpless and just as frightened, knowing that they were both at Siteki’s mercy and that he would never allow their disobedience to go unpunished.

  “Slaves are not permitted to refuse a Master’s order,” he reminded them, “you should have remembered that.”

  Dawnelle chimed in, her voice full of malicious pleasure, “I knew it was just a matter of time before you two slipped up.” She chuckled, “Slaves like you always imagine that they are different, that they are the ones who can submit as slaves and yet not really be slaves. Well, you’re wrong! And by the time we’ve finished with you, you’ll beg to be allowed to serve us!”

  Behind the hapless blondes, two crops rose as one and hissed through the air. Stinging lines of heat seared into the slaves’ taut buttocks and they screamed and whimpered as the instinctive jerking of their bodies away from the whips, caused the padlocks at their nipples to tug cruelly at their pierced flesh.

  Shrieking for mercy into their gags, Maxine and Melissa paid the penalty for their momentary rebellion and as their reddened bottoms and tormented breasts smarted and stung, both slaves pleaded to be permitted to please their merciless Masters in any way the two dominants desired. No matter how shameful or embarrassing!

  Siteki lowered his crop and as he released the padlocks holding Maxine to the wall, the shattered blonde fell to her knees, pressing her gagged lips to his polished boots in a gesture of her absolute submission. He lowered the zip of his trousers and as his erect maleness sprang free, snapped, “Now, please me, slave, or you go back to the wall.”

  Instantly, any thought of resistance crushed by his punishment of her, Maxine straightened and worked her stretched lips over the thick, bulbous shaft, forcing herself not to retch or recoil as she took his manhood deep into her mouth and her cheeks bulged.

  “Lick and suck me, slave,” he ordered and Maxine shuddered helplessly as she complied, her tongue and mouth struggling desperately to satisfy him and save her further pain.

  Inexorably, Siteki’s shaft grew larger and harder and she gasped for breath through flaring nostrils as his hands fastened on the back of her head and pressed her face to his groin, compelling her to take his full length and girth into her mouth, despite her fear that he would choke her.

  “Please me, slave,” he demanded a second time and as his crop bit into Maxine’s buttocks and brought a stifled scream from her, she redoubled her efforts. Sunk deep in her warm, moist mouth, Siteki’s massive erection began to pulse and he tightened his grip on her head, as jets of his hot, salty spend flooded into her mouth and throat as he reached his peak.

  Maxine coughed and spluttered as he came, but was unable to pull her head away or stop the sprays of his seed and could only gulp and swallow in panic as his juices threatened to drown her, her throat working convulsively as she was forced to drink every last drop! It was the most awful, most humiliating moment of Maxine’s life. But as Siteki gave a deep groan of sheer pleasure and his buried shaft twitched and spasmed, she could not help but feel a huge thrill of guilty excitement at satisfying a man – a Master – in such an intensely submissive manner.

  Kneeling in bondage at his feet, her lips still clamped around his pulsing masculinity, Maxine’s belly burned with furious slave-heat as she discovered a completely new area of her subjugation still another way in which she, a slave, could be made to serve her Masters. One that she realised, to her embarrassment, gave her almost as much pleasure as it gave them!

  She had not known before just how much it would arouse her. As she savoured the salt tang of her Master’s essences on her tongue, Maxine felt herself blush to the knowledge that she was already looking forward to the next time that his maleness invaded her mouth and forced her to surrender to his will and her own submissive passions!

  As Siteki began his assault on Maxine, Dawnelle whispered in Melissa’s ear, “Are you ready to obey yet, slave? Do you beg to serve me in any way I want?”

  Melissa nodded as urgently as she could and the redhead laughed coldly, well aware that Melissa would promise anything to be released from her terrifying bondage. “Hmm, yes I thought you would. Very well, then I’ll let you down. But be warned, you silly bitch. If you even think about defying me, you’ll wish you’d never been born!”

  The ice-cold warning left Melissa in no doubt about what would happen to her if she disobeyed and, as her nipple-rings were unlocked; she went to her knees and displayed her body as perfectly as she knew how.

  Dawnelle unbuckled and removed Melissa’s ring-gag, then raised her crop in her right hand as her left lifted the hem of her tight, black mini-skirt to reveal that she was nude beneath, her pink-lipped sex peeping from a mass of red-gold curls.

  “Pleasure me, bitch,” Dawnelle commanded, “and I had better enjoy it.”

  Melissa knew that any hesitation on her part would be ruthlessly punished and bent forward to her Mistress’s belly, her lips planting a delicate kiss on the softly curved petals of the redhead’s labia.

  Dawnelle shivered sensually as Melissa’s lips met her flesh, “Again, slave. Do not stop until I tell you. And use your tongue. I want to see if you’re any use to a Mistress, or whether it’s only men that a slut like you can please.”

  Melissa coloured, but dared not disobey and parted her soft lips to allow her tongue to lap at the moist cleft of Dawnelle’s sex.

  The redhead sighed with pleasure, her thighs spreading wider and Melissa nuzzled at her belly, kissing, licking and sucking delicately at the engorged tissues offered to her, trying her best to ignore the embarrassing fact that she was pleasuring another woman. It was the first time she had ever engaged in a lesbian act and was astonished to find that, far from being as repugnant as she had always imagined it must be, it was actually extremely erotic and deliciously exciting! Whether it was her bondage or her strict training or her own desires, she couldn’t tell. As she trailed her tongue up and down the full length of Dawnelle’s tender labia and allowed her lips to nibble gently at the fleshy button of the redhead’s clitoris, Melissa felt her own belly swirl with delightful slave-heat as her own arousal built.

  Dawnelle gave little breathy gasps and whimpers in response to Melissa’s efforts and the crop fell from her fingers as she used both hands to wedge the blonde’s face hard against the joint of her quivering thighs, her head arching back as she neared her release.

  Surprised by her success and her own feelings, Melissa sent her tongue probing deep into the slick recesses of her Mistress’s belly and was immediately rewarded by a gush of warm, sweet juices as Dawnelle surged into orgasm, her belly pulsing strongly as she came! Lapping greedily at the outpouring of her Mistress’s climax, Melissa shivered with delight, half-thrilled and half-appalled by what she had done, not entirely sure whether to be pleased by her success or frightened by her new-found ability. It was one thing to submit and please a Master...quite another to do the same to a Mistress!

  Now, there was no excuse for her not to be pleasing to anybody, man or woman and Melissa’s helpless arousal grew as she realised that both sexes would take full advantage of her increased skills to enhance their own desires. As their obediently submissive slave, she would have to be fully pleasing to them all, no matter what her own preferences might be!

  “Display position, slave,”
Dawnelle ordered, smoothing her mini-skirt.

  Melissa arched her spine obediently, licking her dampened lips as she remembered that her preferences, like those of her sister, were a matter of supreme indifference to her Masters. Nothing would ever be allowed to stand between Masters and their desires. Especially not the likes or dislikes of two collared, obedient and very subjugated bondage-slaves!

  Chapter Six

  Ito Siteki sat in a comfortable canvas chair on a smooth green lawn at the rear of Shimatsu’s large house. His black eyes fixed on Maxine Osborne’s curvaceous body as she moved from one sexually explicit pose to the next in response to his terse commands. He did not intend to tell her, but he was extremely pleased with her performance and could find no fault with her obedience or gracefulness as she displayed her body before him.

  Almost at the end of her first month as a captive, Maxine’s only slightly submissive inclinations had been developed and reinforced to such an extent that neither her, nor she, thought of her as anything other than a full slave, her instantaneous obedience and absolute submission to his will taken for granted by them both. For Maxine, the transition from free woman to humble slave was virtually complete and Siteki was looking forward to the moment of her final submission with keen anticipation.

  Within the hour, he was going to bind her and take her with all the power and authority of a true Master. He was quite certain that Maxine would surrender as a true slave, for he was well aware that her belly simmered with constant slave-heat and that she was fiercely and hopelessly responsive to the touch of a Master – or a Master’s whip. As she should be, he chuckled to himself, considering that he had used his hands and lips and crop to arouse Maxine to – or near to – orgasm several times every day for the previous week! Now, finally, the blonde was ready...

  Unaware of Siteki’s intentions, Maxine was enjoying the simple pleasures of the sun on her back and grass under her feet, hardly even conscious any more of the steel clamping her throat and limbs. True, she was displaying her naked body as a slave before a fully dressed Master, but that had become almost second nature to her, as had the pleasantly arousing weight of rings at her nipples and labia and the ever-present warmth of slave-heat between her thighs.

  She was not even bound, for since her punishment at the wall and subjugation by Siteki, Maxine had accepted the inevitability of her fate and become as docile and obedient a slave as any Master could have wished to possess. With acceptance, had come desire and she had trained hard, perfecting the blend of grace and sensual eroticism required of her. Her body conditioned to respond to a single touch and her desire to please her Master burning in her belly every time she knelt before them and proffered herself in the lovely and ultimately submissive pose of a full and willing slave.

  She and Melissa had been kept in separate cells, seeing each other only at training sessions when, bound and gagged, they had both been made to demonstrate the skills they had learned and it had been almost impossible for Maxine to gauge how her sister was doing. She could only hope that Melissa had accepted her fate, too and was making the best of a situation she could not change, extracting what pleasure she could from the circumstances. For, sometimes, there was a great deal of pleasure to be had, for her Master was not always cruel and demanding and Maxine had reached heights of sexual ecstasy she had never imagined could exist as he trained her to submit, her body spiralling out of control to passions which grew ever more fierce under his skilled tutelage.

  Time after time, Maxine had begged openly to be taken, pleading for Siteki to enter her and make her his, but he had always refused, even though his erection bulged hugely and he clearly wanted to have her. At first, she could not understand, but as her training progressed, she realised that she was not to be allowed the satisfaction she craved until he decided she was ready and sufficiently desperate to submit unconditionally to his Mastery. That, too, was part of her training and the knowledge that he was strong enough to control not only her passions, but his own as well, was an enormous thrill to Maxine, for it showed her just how completely she was owned and in his power.

  A free woman could give herself to her partner, expecting and sharing the pleasures of her body – but Maxine, a lowly slave, could not. Her body belonged to her Master and it was he, not she, who would decide when and even if, she would be permitted to serve him! It was a shocking and intensely exciting realisation and Maxine tried even harder to break down Siteki’s resistance, offering herself more and more beautifully as her mind and body slipped deeper into slavery and willing subjugation.

  “To my feet, slave.”

  Maxine hurried to her Master and knelt to offer herself, thighs wide, spine arched and hands clasped at the small of her back, slave-heat swirling in her belly as his deep-set black eyes drank in the sweet curves and shadowed recesses of her displayed body.

  “You have done well, slave,” he told her, “I am pleased with you.”

  “Thank you, Master,” she replied softly, “a slave is grateful you find her pleasing.”

  “As a reward for your hard work, you will now be permitted to serve me as a full slave.”

  Maxine’s eyes widened fractionally, but she stayed quite still as she heard that her long, frustrating wait was to come to an end.

  “I will serve you well, Master,” she said firmly, but the quivering of her breasts belied her calmness and Siteki gave a wolfish grin.

  “Indeed you will, slave,” he assured her, “or you will regret your failure.”

  “Yes, M-Master,” Maxine replied and lowered her eyes humbly as he moved behind her.

  “Wrists to ankles,” he ordered and as she obeyed, he snapped the locks closed, confining Maxine’s right wrist to right ankle and left to left and arching her slightly. He eased her down onto her back and Maxine gulped as the tension of her bonds trapped her doubled calves and her thighs gaped. She could not move, her own body-weight holding her and as she stared up at the tautly proffered swells of her breasts and felt the warmth of the sun on her rounded belly and inner thighs, Maxine shuddered in delicious fear, knowing she was helplessly displayed and utterly vulnerable.

  Siteki chuckled as he stared down at her. “You may scream as I take you, slave,” he said. “It may help...or it may not,” and he casually began to strip.

  Maxine gazed up and her belly gave wild lurches of fear and arousal as she saw his heavily muscled body and the massive, iron-hard evidence of his lust. He was huge and as he knelt between her thighs, she gave a shrill squeal of horror, frightened that she would be unable to take him.

  His mouth descended to her spread sex and Maxine screamed in disbelief as devastating arousal stormed through her pinioned body. His lips creating total havoc as they kissed and licked and sucked at the exquisitely sensitive flesh of her labia and clitoris, his tongue probing deep into the slickly lubricated channel of her sex and his teeth tugging gently at the rings piercing her to add tiny flashes of delicious pain to the chaotic frenzy overwhelming her.

  She could not resist for even an instant and screamed, “Yes! Oh, yes, Master! I submit! I submit! I’m your slave and I need you, Master! Take me! Take me, please! Oh! Ohh! Aaaghhh!”

  Her shrill squeal echoed through the garden as an orgasm of volcanic proportions crashed into her belly and her whole body convulsed, then convulsed again and again as she surrendered to his dominance and a fountain of love juices erupted into her sex.

  Siteki waited no longer and she screamed in abject submission as his thick shaft bludgeoned its way into her sex and lunged deep into her spasming belly. The pounding jolts of his rampant masculinity shook her whole body. She whimpered in horror and ecstasy as he crushed her beneath his weight and power. Her body impaled on the rigid lance of his flesh as he exerted the full awesome strength of his Mastery to bring her to a second explosive orgasm, her love juices flowing in scalding torrents over his embedded shaft as her belly gave up its heated tribute to his irresistible lust!

  Helplessly spread in her bondage
and pinned beneath her Master’s bulk, Maxine could hardly summon up the breath to scream as Siteki gathered himself and drove to the very core of the seething cauldron that was her belly. His long, ruthless thrusts bringing gasps of anguish from her throat as her body was forced to respond yet again to his insatiable demands. His hands rose to her breasts and as his fingers toyed with her nipples and the rings transfixing them, Maxine climaxed for a third time, unable to resist the inferno of submissive passion he had deliberately unleashed within her. Her head arched back until the veins in her neck corded and she howled, “I’m a slave... a slave... a slaaaave!” and her belly kicked furiously, pumping fresh love juices over Siteki’s throbbing shaft.

  His hips jerked forward and as Maxine convulsed around him, his spend jetted into the maelstrom of her belly, mingling with her juices as she spasmed, pulsed, and juddered in complete and unqualified surrender! For several minutes, Siteki remained where he was, savouring the extraordinary feelings of internal explosions racking Maxine’s belly as her orgasm raged on and when he finally lifted his head to stare at her, there could be no mistaking the self-knowledge that looked back at him from her wide blue eyes.

  “You are now truly a slave,” he said calmly.

  Maxine had been used as a full slave and had responded as a full slave and she knew it.

  “Yes, Master,” she whispered, “I am a full slave.” And she was!

  Melissa’s training had taken a somewhat different course from her sister’s...

  At Dawnelle’s urging, Siteki had agreed to allow the younger blonde’s initiation into the duties of her enslavement to be supervised by the redhead and, just as Maxine had learned to obey and respond to her Master, Melissa learned to submit to her Mistress. If anything, Melissa’s training had been even more demanding than her sister’s had because Dawnelle was coldly determined to prove herself the equal of any man. Especially Siteki!