Sisters in Slavery Page 2

  “Wh-What are you doing?” Maxine groaned. “Why have you tied me up? What have I done? Let me go. Please?”

  “I’m afraid we can’t do that,” Morrison replied calmly, “you see, you have caused us something of a problem and we can’t afford to let you go.”

  “But why? What have I done?” She stared at the three people before her, “You have to let me go. You can’t do this to me.”

  “Oh, but we can,” Dawnelle O’Keefe said spitefully, “you shouldn’t have been so damned nosy and now you’re going to find out what happens to people who mess with us.” As the redhead glared at her, Maxine shivered, suddenly realising what was going on.

  “You’re all in on it,” she said slowly, “you’re the ones working the fraud!”

  “Congratulations,” Dawnelle sneered, “finally worked it out, have you? Yes, that’s right. We’ve got a nice profitable little scheme going here and we don’t intend to let you louse it up.”

  Maxine’s blue eyes opened wide and she stammered, “Wh-What are you g-going to d-do with me?”

  Carlo Crespi chuckled, “We’re going to send you on a little trip,” he grinned, “Air freight! Somewhere where what you know won’t hurt us.”

  “It’s all arranged,” Dawnelle told the frightened captive, “you’ll be going tonight and you won’t be coming back!”

  “No!” Maxine screamed and fought madly against the steel cuffs binding her limbs, “You can’t! Please, no! Let me go! I won’t say anything, I promise! I won’t tell anybody about the fraud!”

  “No, you won’t,” Dawnelle was thoroughly enjoying Maxine’s horror, “not anybody who’ll take any notice.”

  “Gag her,” Andrew ordered and Maxine’s eyes bulged in terror as one of the Security Guards produced a roll of wide, black industrial tape and moved towards her.

  “Stop!” she cried, “Please!” Then she remembered Melissa.

  “You won’t get away with this,” she said desperately, “I didn’t come here alone! My sister’s down in the car and she knows I came here. If you don’t let me go, she’ll go to the Police and you’ll all be arrested!”

  Her last-ditch effort to avoid being gagged failed and as one Guard held her head still, the other lifted her hair out of the way and wrapped half a dozen turns of the adhesive tape right around her head, compressing her cheeks, sealing her lips and hiding the lower half of her face.

  Maxine whined in futile protest, but could not speak at all and her terror grew as she learned their power over her. Handcuffed at wrists and ankles and now gagged as well, she could do nothing to help herself and her mind reeled to the awful knowledge that she could not prevent them from putting her in a freight container and carrying out their plan.

  Melissa was her only hope and she could only pray that her sister would call the Police in time to save her.

  To her sheer, stark terror, Maxine heard Andrew Morrison give orders to the two Guards, “Her sister is waiting in the car park. Go down and tell her that her sister wants to talk to her up here. As soon as she’s safely inside the building, cuff her and gag her then come back up to fetch this one.”

  The two men nodded and hurried out and Morrison turned to Maxine, “Bringing your sister here was an unexpected bonus for us. She was the only one who would have missed you and raised the alarm. We assumed you’d be alone and that we’d have to go and fetch her from your house. It gives us lots more time.”

  Maxine whimpered in anguish, realising how carefully the plan had been laid. Unknowingly, she had played right into their hands. Melissa would have no reason to be suspicious and once she was captured and tied up, there would be no one to rescue either of them. They would both simply disappear!

  Stunned by what had already happened, it had not occurred to Maxine to wonder where she and her sister were going to be sent or what was to be done with them when they reached their destination. That thought was remedied in the most terrifying way as Carlo Crespi suggested a way to pass the time gained by not having to search for Melissa. “She is a pretty girl, isn’t she?” he murmured softly. “And as she’s going to become a slave on Mr. Shimatsu’s island anyway, I would like to see more of her.”

  Andrew and Dawnelle looked at him, and then looked at Maxine and their lips curved into cruel smiles. “Yes. Why not?” Andrew agreed and Dawnelle nodded, her eyes gleaming in anticipation.

  The three partners rose from their seats and as Maxine saw the lustful expressions on their faces; she screamed into her gag and shook her head frantically. As the redhead watched, the two men seized Maxine and lifted her writhing body onto the conference table, Carlo pinning her shoulders and Andrew her ankles, holding her face down and helpless.

  Dawnelle raced to a cupboard and came back with a pair of sharp scissors and as Maxine screamed and fought vainly against the hands holding her, the tall redhead slit up the back of Maxine’s suit and blouse, the material falling away to reveal her pale flesh and the dark blue lace straps of her bra, suspender-belt and panties.

  “Turn her over,” Dawnelle ordered and as the men complied, Maxine wept in shame as the redhead snipped through the front of her bra and cut the straps of her panties, sweeping the flimsy scraps of fabric aside to reveal Maxine’s bare breasts and sex.

  Naked apart from her suspender belt, stockings and shoes, Maxine shuddered as Dawnelle and the two men stared down at her, their greedy eyes drinking in the soft curves of her displayed form.

  “Mmm,” Andrew Morrison nodded appreciatively. “Lucky old Shimatsu. I wouldn’t mind having her as a slave myself.”

  Maxine moaned in terrible despair as his words confirmed her fate. As impossible as it seemed, they really did mean to transport her to the Far East, where she would be forced to become a white slave!

  Dawnelle O’Keefe reached out and Maxine shrieked in futile denial as her defenceless breasts were captured and the redhead’s slim fingers caressed and stroked the twin half moons. Maxine gasped as unwanted arousal coursed through her, but could not stop the instinctive responses of her body as the fingers rose to her tawny nipples, toying with the delicate buds until the crinkled flesh engorged and stiffened to stand erect and quivering to every touch. Horribly ashamed of her own weakness, but quite unable to resist the insidious arousal, Maxine flushed a bright scarlet as her tormentor giggled with delight, and then sneered, “Huh! A randy little bitch like you will be easy to enslave. You’re already gasping for it and I haven’t even begun, yet!”

  “It looks as though that’s not the first time you’ve done that, Dawnelle,” Carlo Crespi observed casually.

  The redhead glared at him and snapped, “That’s nothing to do with you. My sexuality and preferences are my own business, so keep your nose out of my affairs.”

  “Oh, I’m so sorry,” he apologised sarcastically. “Touched a nerve, have I? Didn’t mean to pry, Dawnelle, I was just impressed with your, ah, technique. It doesn’t bother me if you prefer women to men.”

  Dawnelle reddened and opened her mouth to deliver a stinging retort, but Andrew cut in before she could begin, “I’m sure Carlo didn’t mean anything by it, Dawnelle,” he said smoothly. “Let’s not argue between ourselves. Not when we have such a delightful captive to amuse us and a second one on her way. Why don’t we take full advantage of our good fortune? I have an idea. The Dispatch section uses strapping, doesn’t it, Carlo? Would you mind fetching some up?”

  Carlo chuckled and let go of Maxine’s shoulders, then hurried out.

  Andrew stood back, “No need to hold her anymore,” he said to Dawnelle. “She’s not going anywhere,” and he lit a cigarette calmly.

  On the Conference table, Maxine sobbed bitterly as she tried to come to terms with the shocking callousness of what had been done to her and the terrors, which still lay ahead. With a convulsive wriggle, she managed to roll over, but her effort to hide her nakedness came to nothing as Dawnelle picked up the scissors and proceeded to slice the ragged remains of Maxine’s once-smart suit from her body, str
ipping the handcuffed blonde down to suspender belt, stockings and shoes and chuckling, “I’ll leave her those. She’s more naked with them.”

  It was true and Maxine trembled wildly, knowing that the little she still wore only emphasised her nudity and the picture of helpless eroticism she presented. There was no doubt in her mind that her captors were going to take her and her eyes filled with hopeless tears, because there was nothing she could do to prevent it. Even more frightening, was the thought that her torment was only beginning and that, once delivered to Shimatsu’s island, escape would be impossible. As a slave, she would be completely at the mercy of total strangers and she had no illusions about what would happen.

  Maxine knew she was pretty and was well aware of the desirability of her curvaceous body. Men found her attractive and she had always considered that a bonus. Until she had been bound, gagged, and stripped, her body suddenly the plaything of men – and a woman – who saw her simply as a slave to be used for their pleasure in any way they desired! Appalled by her thoughts, Maxine fought her bondage with every atom of her strength, her muscles cording beneath her sleek skin as she struggled to escape the awful fate looming over her, her body writhing and twisting in a grim battle she feared she could not win.

  The return of Carlo underlined her utter defeat and she slumped trembling in her bonds as she was forced to accept her helplessness. The strapping Carlo brought was made of plastic, two inches wide and immensely strong, usually used to band and secure crates for transport, but, as Andrew had calculated, it could be used for other purposes.

  Against the strength of the two men, Maxine knew that resistance was useless and lay still, conserving her energy as strapping encircled each of her ankles, knees, wrists and elbows, the ingenious one-way plastic buckles allowing the straps to be drawn taut on her flesh, but preventing the straps from loosening.

  On her induction tour of the Company, she had seen the strapping used and knew, with a sinking feeling in the pit of her stomach, that it could not be released and would have to be cut from her when she was set free. If she was set free....

  Turned onto her back and slid to one end of the Conference table, she gulped as her legs were pulled to one side and her left knee and ankle strapped to the heavy table leg.

  The instant her ankle cuffs were released, she kicked out viciously with her right leg, tearing it loose from the men’s grip and feeling her shoe connect solidly.

  Andrew reeled back, clutching his stomach where Maxine’s shoe had landed, but her pleasure at fighting back was short-lived, Carlo rushing forward to seize her flailing leg and yank it cruelly to her right, opening her wide and holding her as Dawnelle attached the strapping to secure her in a merciless spreadeagle.

  Flat on her back and unable to see down past her own naked breasts, Maxine trembled in fear as she realised that her assault on Andrew, though deeply satisfying, had achieved nothing, except angering her captors. She was even more helplessly bound and had given them a reason to punish her! Too late, she wondered whether it might have been better to give in peacefully, but what was done was done and she had no choice but to put up with any consequences.

  Andrew straightened slowly, rubbing his stomach and he scowled malevolently at the spreadeagled blonde. “Right,” he grated slowly, “so you want to play, do you?” He grabbed a strap. “Sit the bitch up,” he ordered, “I’ll teach her not to kick.”

  As Dawnelle and Carlo raised Maxine’s torso, he reached behind her and threaded the strap through the straps encircling her elbows. Then, with a powerful pull, drew the strap taut.

  Maxine hissed through her nose, shoulders straining back as her elbows were forced together until they met at the middle of her back, her breasts thrust forward lewdly by the remorseless tension and her arms a single, quivering column.

  Maxine’s distress was evident, but Andrew was in no mood for sympathy. “Lay her down,” he said, “I wasn’t going to tie her that tightly, but it’s her own dam’ fault.”

  “Quite right,” Dawnelle agreed forcefully, “slaves have to learn to obey. If I had my whip with me, I’d give her a real lesson!”

  Carlo and Andrew stared at the tall redhead in amazement and Dawnelle gave a weak smile as she realised what she had said. “Oh,” her cheeks burned with embarrassment. “Well, anyway,” she tried to cover her confusion with a facade of toughness, “Yes, I do have a whip and yes, I do punish a slave if she steps out of line. I’m not ashamed of it. Slaves need to be reminded of their duties sometimes.”

  Her eyes glittered as if to challenge the two men to say anything and Carlo chuckled softly. “I see. That explains a lot of things. I agree with you, Dawnelle. And do you have a slave, at present?”

  “No, not at the moment. And it’s none of your business.”

  Carlo grinned, “You seem to know a lot about slaves and whips, Dawnelle. Ever been on the receiving end yourself? Maybe I could help you out there, if you enjoy that sort of thing.”

  Dawnelle stared at him contemptuously, “Not if you were the last man on earth,” she told him icily and for ten seconds there was complete silence in the room as the two glared at each other.

  “Uh, well, we don’t have a, uh, whip,” Andrew said at last, “so we will just have to manage, won’t we?” and he moved quickly to stand between Maxine’s gaping thighs. “As she kicked me, Carlo, you won’t mind if I go first, will you?”

  Carlo broke his staring match with Dawnelle; “Please yourself,” he said shortly, “I can wait.”

  Maxine shook her head, pleading mutely for mercy, but was ignored and her body gave huge jerks as Andrew’s fingers explored the parted folds of her labia and slid into her sex to send uncontrollable stimulation crashing through her belly as he forced her to respond to his touch.

  Gasping and moaning, Maxine’s eyes bulged with anguish as her belly grew slippery with her juices despite everything she could do to resist the sexual heat he imposed upon her.

  Fully aroused himself, he unzipped his trousers and Maxine screamed in a mixture of horror and enforced desire as his rigid shaft thrust deep into her belly, penetrating her with brutal ruthlessness. His hands gripped her hips and he lunged massively, grinding his pelvis against her, relishing her wide-eyed terror as he took her with no thought or consideration of her wishes or pleasure, “Bitch!” he snarled. “You won’t kick me again, will you, eh?” He laughed aloud as she shuddered to the jolting impacts of his masculine power, her tightly bound body able only to take whatever he gave.

  His thrusts grew faster and harder and Maxine wailed in surrender as Dawnelle’s fingers tugged and rolled her erect nipples, the added stimulation triggering Maxine’s climax. Her spine arched, pressing her breasts upwards and deeper into the redhead’s grasp, while her belly juddered and pulsed to the release of explosive gouts of love juices that swamped her in liquid pleasure and she screamed in despairing ecstasy into her gag as blistering heat raged through her body.

  Feeling her climax around and over his embedded shaft, Andrew gave a deep groan and his seed jetted in torrents into Maxine’s pounding belly, his release heightening and increasing her sexual passion as she surrendered to his total domination of her body. Sated, he slid from her even as her orgasm shook her belly with spasms of undiminished power. Her eyes widened with the knowledge of her own submission as she pulsed and quivered before his cruel gaze, unable to control the fury of her need or the shameful intensity of the lust still burning brightly in her body and which her orgasm had only served to intensify.

  For the first time in her life, Maxine’s cool reserve had deserted her and she was helpless before the savagery of her own unmasked passions, unable to control, or even understand, the sexual frenzy which had, and was still, engulfing her! She whimpered in horror, frightened of herself, frightened of her captors but even more frightened of what her passion revealed about her. If she had been made to surrender so deeply, so quickly and so helplessly, what might that lead to in her future? When, as a slave, she would be fo
rced to surrender repeatedly? To men who might be even more ruthless, even more cruel? In response to her terrifying vision of the future, Maxine’s belly spewed forth a further gush of heated love juices and she squealed in desperation, trying to deny to herself the awful, previously unsuspected possibility that she actually liked, perhaps even needed, to be dominated and subjugated!

  Before she could calm her whirling brain, Carlo took Andrew’s place, a second rampant erection plunged into the boiling cauldron of her belly, driving out all reason in a tidal wave of crazed arousal, submission as Maxine was taken again, and her first orgasm blended into the next – and then the next. As her lusts and needs soared out of control and she writhed, screamed, and shuddered as her body surrendered totally to its enforced submission.

  Carlo, like Andrew before him, used her fully and as his hips pumped to send his spend deep into her belly, Maxine locked rigid, her whole body vibrating as her love juices swirled down and she climaxed yet again, before collapsing into a limp, shaking huddle as her release tore through her.

  Devastated and appalled at her own responses, she wept and sobbed as the three dominants moved to the other end of the table and relaxed in their seats, laughing and chuckling as they discussed her submissions and it was only as Andrew looked at his watch and wondered aloud what was keeping the Security Guards, that Maxine remembered her sister. Surely, there had been enough time for the men to capture Melissa if she had still been in Maxine’s car? Could it be that Melissa had already left before the men arrived, or had managed to escape their clutches? A wild thrill of hope filled Maxine’s brain. With Melissa free, there was a chance. Perhaps Morrison’s plot could be thwarted and Maxine saved from her fate. Please, Maxine prayed silently, please let Melissa have escaped.

  Escaped and fetching the Police!

  Chapter Two

  Melissa Osborne sat in her sister’s car, her eyes closed and her fingers tapping to the insistent beat of the latest pop music hit blasting out of the stereo system as she waited for Maxine to return from her meeting. A loud knock on the glass of the window startled her and her eyes sprang open as she turned her head to see a uniformed Security Guard looking in at her and a second standing nearby. She leaned forward and switched off the stereo, then cautiously lowered the window a couple of inches, “Yes? What is it?”