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  Especially a deal like this one!

  The van braked to a halt and Gemma trembled wildly as the doors swung open, then banged shut as the van began to move once more.

  The heavy blindfold was taken from Gemma's eyes and as she adjusted to the dim light of a single fitting in the metal roof above her, she gave a breathy squeal of abject despair, her limbs tensing vainly against her bonds as she saw and recognised, the tall angular figure standing over her naked body.

  "Good evening, Miss Longton."

  Roxwell's calm greeting contrasted starkly with the smile playing on his thin lips and Gemma screamed in awful anguish as the truth crashed into her reeling brain.

  Mike was not playing a practical joke on her! She really had been sold to Roxwell and as the millionaire's eyes glittered with suppressed desire, Gemma shrieked for help and fought her bonds madly in her efforts to tear free from the leather straps pinioning her and cover her shamefully exposed nudity from his hot gaze.

  Roxwell watched her futile struggles impassively, his face unreadable and as Gemma at last grew tired and her furious exertions diminished, he nodded slowly.

  "As I suspected," he said softly, "It would appear that Mr Bowyer has not been entirely honest with either of us, my dear."

  Gemma's bulging, frightened eyes fixed on his calm face, her nostrils flaring as she sucked in great gasps of air.

  "He led me to believe that you were a willing participant in our little deal, Gemma. That you had agreed to my terms, in return for my assistance in financing your company's short-terms difficulties. I take it that that was not the case?"

  Gemma threw her head from side-to-side, her eyes filled with horrified anger at the duplicity of her business partner and Roxwell nodded again.

  "I see," he said heavily, "That is most unfortunate Miss Longton. You see, I have already made arrangements to transfer the agreed sum from my bank into the account of your company."

  He paused, as if considering what to do and Gemma panted, her eyes wide as the millionaire rubbed his chin thoughtfully.

  "It would, of course, be possible for me to have the transaction stopped," he said at last, "But my word has always been my bond and I did agree to your partner's deal."

  His cold grey eyes stared down into Gemma's gagged face and the brunette gave a great shudder of despair as he continued, "In my book, a deal is a deal, my dear. Which means that I shall hold Mr Bowyer to the terms we agreed. Both Mr Bowyer and, I am afraid you, Gemma. For, as I am sure you know, the legal position is that the terms entered into by one director of a jointly-held company, are deemed to have been agreed by all directors. Even if, as in this case, you were completely unaware of the agreement."

  "Gemma gaped up at the tall man standing over her and her belly gave a massive lurch. Legally, she knew Roxwell was correct, but surely he could not mean to hold her to an agreement she no only did not know about, but which was certainly illegal, morally unacceptable and completely unenforceable in any Court in the land!

  Roxwell correctly interpreted the emotions flitting over Gemma's face and gave a brief bark of mirthless laughter. "Oh yes," he chuckled, "I know what you are thinking, my dear and you are quite correct. There is no way such an agreement can be held to bind you. Mr Bowyer had no right to enter into such a deal...but he did. And I accepted the deal he offered. The agreement cannot bind you Gemma, but you are not bound by an agreement, but by leather straps! Straps which will continue to bind you for as long as I choose!"

  The icy chill in Gemma's belly spread to grip her entire body in a numb cocoon and she fought not to give in to blind panic as the horrifying implications of his words sank into her brain. He was not going to let her go! He intended to hold her to whatever deal he had come to with Mike! Whatever the deal was! And whatever her unknown part in the deal might be!

  Roxwell mistook Gemma's frozen shock for acquiescence and he smiled, "Good Gemma. If you continue to behave and not fight, I'm sure you won't have any trouble settling in as a bondage slave."

  The news of her fate exploded like a bomb in Gemma's mind and the dimly-lit interior of the speeding van filled with muffled screams of horror and snorting gasps of exertion as Gemma wrenched and jerked at the implacable leather and webbing holding her a prisoner.

  Roxwell's thin face darkened in a frown of annoyance as Gemma fought to escape and she whimpered helplessly as his fingers clamped her jaw and she was forced to stare up at him.

  "Keep still," he hissed, warningly, "And stop whining. You don't seem to understand yet. I own you! I paid good money for you as a bondage slave and you had better learn to obey. If you don't you'll suffer! The deal was that I would pay fifteen thousand into your company and, in return, you would be mine for a year. Bowyer agreed it and you, no matter how much you fight or protest, are going to honour the deal, girl! Twelve months. One whole year to pay your debt. And pay it you will, make no mistake about that!"

  He released Gemma's jaw and the trembling brunette wept in black despair as she faced the nightmare prospect of spending a whole twelve months as a captive!

  His long fingers darted to her small, tautly-presented and defenceless breasts and Gemma squealed in shock and outrage as her nipples were captured and rolled and squeezed despite her most frantic attempts to evade the unwanted stimulation and the twin, coffee-brown buds of her nipples responded to Roxwell's touch!

  Held open by her bondage, Gemma was an easy target for her purchaser's desires and her helpless body juddered and writhed in sexual arousal even as she wept and screamed her vain protests against the fingers which invaded and explored her until her naked flesh ran with sweat, leaping to his touch as her arousal ran wild and overcame the despairing resistance of her brain!

  Judging the moment to perfection, Roxwell sat back, taking his hands from her quivering body and leaving his helpless victim teetering on the brink of her climax.

  Gemma's eyes bulged with a terrible need, her body aflame with furious heat and she sobbed and whimpered, frantic for the release she craved and yet terrified by the strength of the passion so easily inflicted on her by Roxwell. In bondage, she could not resist the searing lust forced upon her and she wept in shame as her tormentor gazed down at her, savouring and enjoying his power over her and the intense longing so clearly written on her gagged face.

  "You respond well, Gemma," He told her, "As a good slave should. Now if you wish me to make you come as the slave you will inevitably learn to be, you will blink three times."

  Gemma's jaw clenched as she bit down hard on her gag, fighting not to submit but her feeble resistance crashed in shattered ruin as Roxwell brushed a finger across the delicate, engorged and intensly-vulnerable softness of her clitoris.

  Instantly Gemma arched her hips in abject submission and gave a soft moan of surrender as the caress overcame her resistance.

  "Blink three time, slave," Roxwell demanded and Gemma obeyed helplessly, her belly churning with blazing heat as she accepted defeat.

  "Very good slave. Now, climax to my bidding."

  Fingers captured Gemma's throbbing nipple, others slipped over her clitoris and sex and the devastated, soon-to-be-enslaved brunette screamed in ecstatic surrender as her body convulsed in giant pulses and scalding love-juices sprayed into her belly.

  Lost in the swirling heat of her orgasm, Gemma moaned in shame and humiliation to the knowledge that she had climaxed to order. To a man she barely knew and hated and feared in equal measure.

  How could it be? How could she have reacted so shamelessly and so helplessly? How could she have lost control so completely? And how could she possibly endure a whole year of slavery to him? A whole year of total sexual submission?

  There were no answers, for, even as Gemma wept and spasmed in her orgasm, Roxwell replaced her blindfold and she was left to her shame and her submission and her misery as the van sped on into the night, bearing Gemma, her new owner and her handlers into a future she dared not contemplate.

  CHAPTER 2

 
; With her limbs still clamped in the tight embrace of the leather straps buckled on her body by Mike, her one-time business partner and lover, Gemma was still utterly helpless as the van braked to a halt for the second time and its doors thrown open. A mute, blind package of naked girl, she whimpered in horror as several people climbed in and expert hands began to release the webbing tie-downs that held her in the centre of the floor. Unable to move, let alone make any resistance, Gemma gasped and panted as her bound body was manoeuvred onto what she could only assume was the same trolley that had been used to transport her from Mike's cottage to the van as she sobbed in despair, guessing that she must have arrived at wherever Roxwell planned to hold her captive. Lying on her left side, her limbs cramped from her lengthy bondage and horribly aware of a gentle breeze playing across her naked flesh and cooling the damp patches of sweat staining her body, Gemma strained her ears for any clue to her location.

  The feet of her captors crunched on gravel, then scuffled across concrete or brick but aside from this, the night was quiet. Ominously quiet, for Gemma realised that there was no sound of traffic or of any of the other noises which are always present in the vicinity of cities or towns.

  She must be far away from civilisation ... and far from any possibility of help of rescue!

  Keys rattled in a lock and the sound galvanised Gemma into a desperate series of heaves and lunges as she struggled to free herself before her captors imprisoned her behind whatever door the lock secured.

  Cool, strong hands pressed down on her shoulders and thighs holding her with contemptuous ease and she shuddered in misery, realising that she hadn't a hope of escaping. The trolley glided forward, its wheels hissing across a smooth, flat surface and Gemma knew that she was inside a building. What building it might be, or where it was, she had not the slightest idea and she panted rapidly, a prey to her fears as she was propelled deeper into Roxwell's domain.

  The trolley stopped, but then to her disbelief began to descend!

  She must be in a lift! Going down and down, deep beneath the earth! By the time the descent came to an end, Gemma was in a state of complete and abject terror. If she was underground, she'd never be able to escape from whatever this place was!

  Confused and disorientated, she whimpered in despair as she was wheeled onwards, but at last her journey ended as she was lifted from the trolley and set on her bottom on a coarsely-carpeted floor.

  Her blindfold was taken away and she stared up at the four people standing over her. Roxwell and her three handlers.

  "Welcome to your slave quarters, Gemma," Roxwell beamed, "This is where you will spend some of your time while you are undergoing your training."

  He turned to the three silent handlers, "Untie her ankles and release her elbows, but leave her wrists."

  The handlers did as he ordered then stood back, watching impassively as Gemma winced and groaned as the blood returned to her numbed arms and legs.

  "There now," Roxwell grinned, "That's better, isn't it. Good. Now listen carefully and I'll explain what is going to happen to you."

  Gemma was in no mood to listen and scrambled to her feet, her eyes wild as she sought for some way to escape the predicament she was in. The door behind Roxwell was wide open and, never giving a thought to the consequences of her action, Gemma made a dash for it.

  She didn't even get close, the handlers anticipating just such an attempt, leaping forward and grabbing her before she'd even covered six feet. Dragged back to Roxwell and forced to her knees before him, Gemma wept in bitter frustration as he shook his head sadly.

  "Oh dear, oh dear," he chided, "I see we are going to have to do this the hard way. What a pity, Gemma. I had hoped you were going to be sensible and accept your side of the deal, but I fear you are not. Very well, then you will have to be taught that I take a very dim view of disobedience and people who try to welsh on a bargain. Strap her to the pole, leave her for two hours, then arouse her breasts. Call me when you have done so. I shall be in my study."

  He turned on his heel and strode from the room, leaving Gemma alone with her three silent handlers, her eyes bulging with shock and disbelief as she tried in vain to comprehend the dreadful meaning of his words.

  A meaning which soon became all too clear, as still on her knees and held that way by the tight grip of the male handler on her shoulders, Gemma saw the other two open a large cupboard built into the wall of her cell and select a number of broad leather straps, similar to those she already wore.

  Straps in hand, the two women came towards Gemma and she sprang to her feet, backing away as the man released her and joined his silent companions.

  Mumbling garbled pleas into her gag, Gemma stumbled backwards across the dim cell as the three handlers moved slowly forward, but there was nowhere for her to run and she shuddered in anguish as her naked arms and buttocks encountered the cold stonework of the wall.

  One of the women raised an arm to point at a heavy wooden post rising from floor to ceiling to Gemma's right and the trembling brunette shook her head, her eyes filled with horror. The meaning was clear, but Gemma couldn't ... wouldn't do as she was bid. She couldn't meekly submit and allow herself to be tied to the post, she just couldn't!

  The woman gestured again, impatiently and Gemma felt a furious anger rise in the pit of her stomach at the sheer arrogance of the signal. With a shrill of fury and horror and shame, Gemma launched herself forward in a desperate bid to fight her way past the three handlers and win her freedom.

  She kicked out wildly as hands seized her, but barefoot and with her arms bound uselessly behind her back, she learned in seconds that she was no match for them. Shrieking in misery, she was overpowered and dragged, writhing to the heavy post.

  Where to her terror, she was bound to await Roxwell's pleasure.

  Ninety minutes later, Gemma stared down in appalled fascination at her own bare, mercilessly-tensioned breasts, tightly bound crossed ankles and exposed sex and thighs, all waiting helplessly for the unavoidable touch of her captors.

  There was little else she could do, for a strap encircling her head and stretched tightly from her forehead to her bound ankles kept her face lowered and gave her no choice but to look at her own invitingly-posed extreme vulnerability.

  Behind her erect back, five sets of heavy leather straps welded her arms immovably to the solid wooden post and a broad collar fastened around her neck and the post prevented her from even looking away from the devastating sight of her helplessness. At her breasts, straps above and below accentuated the pale orbs, thrusting them forward and sup and Gemma gulped miserably as she imagined how easily her tender nipples could be caressed.

  To complete her immobility, the handlers had used yet more straps at her belly and hips and Gemma was horribly aware that she was utterly defenceless and quite unable to move, let alone protect herself against anything that her captors might choose to do.

  She couldn't even scream, for her handlers had replaced her gag with another, far worse! From nose to jaw, her face was invisible beneath a wide, heavy, gleaming black gag-strap, from which rose two, thinner straps, passing each side of her nose and over the crown of her head to draw the gag-strap snugly into her cheeks and pulling the attached massive cylinder of hard leather deep into her mouth and between her parted teeth.

  Speech was quite out of the question! Even whimpering was well-nigh impossible!

  In the few seconds it had taken them to remove and then replace her old gag with the new, Gemma had offered them everything if they would only let her go. Money, her car, her jewellery, anything! In desperation, she had even offered the male handler her body, feeling her face flush a bright scarlet as she did so! But not even that had worked and Gemma shivered with embarrassment as she remembered the appraising, almost calculating way he had looked at her. As if she was being weighed up or assessed, almost like some sort of weird job interview! She hadn't understood it then and she still didn't, but, either way, he had chosen not to accept her offer and the huge
, horrible new gag had been thrust into her mouth. After which, she could no longer offer herself, even if she had wanted to!

  Lashed inescapably to her post, Gemma had no option but to wait. Wait and wonder, growing more and more frightened as she imagined all the things that could, so very easily, be done to her.

  Roxwell had already made her climax once, in the van, but she had been far less helpless, far less vulnerable on that occasion.

  For what felt like the thousandth time, Gemma exerted every atom of her strength against the leather which held her so helpless and for the thousandth time failed to win even the slightest relaxation of her stringent bondage. Big, hot tears of misery and despair rolled down her bulging cheeks and soaked into the gag squeezing her face as she was forced to accept that she had no hope of escape and her brain quailed as she tried to come to terms with what had happened to her.