Sisters in Slavery Page 7

  The sounds of Melissa’s abortive escape attempt penetrated through the fog of submission clouding Maxine’s brain and she looked around slowly to see what all the fuss was about. The sight of her sister, struggling feebly in Siteki’s powerful arms, jolted her brain into gear and she started to rise to her feet.

  “Oh no you don’t, you bitch! Get back down on your knees or I’ll whip the skin off you!” Dawnelle’s sharp order coincided with the whistle and crack of her crop as it sliced across the fronts of Maxine’s thighs.

  Furious heat erupted through Maxine’s body and she hissed in pain as the cruel blow ended her resistance before it had truly begun. However, Dawnelle was taking no chances and as her victim fell back to her knees, her body hunched over her burning thighs, the tall redhead slashed her crop, forehand and backhand, across the tautened cheeks of Maxine’s unprotected buttocks. Vivid red stripes appeared instantly on the punished girl’s pale flesh and her agonised howls and the frantic writhing of her bottom brought a grin of pure malice to Dawnelle’s face.

  “Display position, slut!” she snapped harshly, “before I lose patience with you.”

  An icy dread filled Maxine’s belly and she forced her body erect, making herself ignore the waves of stinging heat that radiated from her thighs and bottom. She knew she had to obey and that Dawnelle needed only the flimsiest excuse to justify punishing her again. Most frightening of all, Maxine knew that she would enjoy doing it!

  Horribly conscious that Dawnelle was standing just behind her and that the slightest relaxation of her displayed nudity would bring instant retribution from the crop, Maxine gazed helplessly at the scene before her. Her eyes widened at the sight of the tiny Japanese girl and she gave a soft moan as she saw the girl’s piercings and the rings that adorned her nipples and sex like barbaric jewellery. Like her sister, Maxine instantly suspected that she, too, would one day be pierced and ringed but, unlike Melissa, Maxine’s reaction to the possibility was one of undeniable arousal rather than terror!

  To be ringed in such a manner must surely be the ultimate symbol of a slave’s subjugation, Maxine thought and as she imagined having to submit a man dominant enough and ruthless enough to do such a thing to her, she felt a warm trickle of her juices lubricate her sex.

  “Look at your sister, bitch. It’ll be your turn next,” Dawnelle’s voice broke into her fantasy and Maxine turned her head.

  The substitution of Melissa’s rope bonds with steel fetters was almost complete and as Shimatsu locked the final pair on her wrists and clipped them together, her eyes reflected her knowledge that there could be no escape. Irremovable, unbreakable, the steel glittered coldly against Melissa’s soft flesh and she could do nothing but tremble as she was pushed to her knees.

  “Head up, slave,” Shimatsu ordered and as Melissa obeyed, he held a simple steel collar up to her eyes. “This is your slave collar,” he said casually, “you will wear it for as long as I choose to keep you enslaved.”

  He placed the collar about her throat and as the locks snapped shut, Melissa gave a shuddering groan and her eyes filled with tears. Incredible though it seemed, she wore a slave’s collar at her throat and steel cuffs on her limbs! How could it be? It must be a nightmare, surely. Through a haze of tears, Melissa caught sight of the Japanese girl, still kneeling in the same position and knew, in that instant, that her nightmare was all too real!

  “On your feet, you bitch. You’re going to be enslaved and I shall enjoy seeing you collared.” Maxine shuddered, but dared not risk Dawnelle’s wrath and scrambled to her feet, holding herself motionless as the tall redhead took up a position directly in front of her.

  “What do you think, Dawnelle? Is she going to give us trouble, too?” Shimatsu and Siteki stopped just behind her.

  “No. She’s learned that it doesn’t pay to disobey me. If she so much as blinks without permission, she knows what she’ll get. Don’t you, eh, you stupid slut?”

  Terrified by the venom in her voice, Maxine nodded her head quickly then froze again, praying that the redhead wouldn’t crop her for agreeing.

  “See. I told you I was a Mistress back at home. I know how slaves think.”

  “That could be most useful,” Shimatsu said thoughtfully, “to be able, as it were, to put yourself in a slave’s place.”

  “Oh, it is,” Dawnelle assured him, “it gives me a big advantage, because I know just how deeply a slave girl can be made to submit.”

  “Then I shall look forward to seeing you prove it, Dawnelle,” he said softly. She never saw the interplay of cruel smiles between the two men as she basked in Shimatsu’s deviously phrased compliment.

  “Right. Let’s get on with it,” Shimatsu said and as Dawnelle stood guard with her crop at the ready to ensure Maxine’s obedience, the two men untied her and locked steel cuffs on her wrists and ankles. Once that was done, it was child’s play to fit the remaining pairs and Maxine winced as her elbows were forced together, but was powerless to ease her strict bondage.

  On her knees beside her already collared sister, Maxine felt cool steel grip her throat in a snug, inescapable embrace and as Shimatsu announced, “I have collared you and you are now my slave,” she felt her belly ripple with fierce heat.

  Collared and in chains, she was utterly helpless and knew that any, or all, of the three dominants could force her to submit to them as the slave she had become. There was absolutely nothing she could do to prevent it. Her only way of avoiding Dawnelle’s crop or worse was to obey whatever orders they gave her and hope that they would not be too hard on her.

  Shimatsu looked down at his newly-collared slaves, then gripped Maxine’s jaw in his long fingers and forced her to meet his eyes, “Welcome to my island, Miss Osborne.” His lips parted in a thin smile, “I am sure your stay here will be most pleasurable for me at least, if not for you. Dawnelle tells me that you know why I have had you brought here, but in case you still have any doubts, I shall make it quite clear. Your discovery of the, uh, financial irregularities in my Company required me to take drastic action to ensure that they did not become public knowledge. That action I have now taken and you have become a slave. The only way you will ever leave, will be if I become tired of you and sell you to another Master. Either way, you have meddled in my affairs for the last time.”

  The words were spoken calmly, but with an air of absolute finality and as Maxine gazed deep into his black unfathomable eyes, she knew that he had told her the truth. She dropped her eyes as spontaneous heat ignited in her belly, afraid that he would see her body’s shameful reaction and understand the need she was unable to hide.

  For twenty-three years, Maxine had never realised that she was, by nature, submissive but as she knelt in her chains at the feet of a genuine and ruthless dominant, she felt her sex grow moist and her nipples begin to stiffen as her body instinctively prepared itself to submit.

  Melissa fought against the black despair that threatened to overwhelm her as Shimatsu’s words consigned her sister to a lifetime of bondage servitude and turned her head away as the tall Oriental moved in her direction. It was a small and ineffectual gesture of defiance and Melissa was horribly aware of its inadequacy, but she had no other way to show her captors that she still retained a spark of resistance and would not submit without a struggle.

  Shimatsu laughed with pleasure, “Excellent, Melissa! Even in your chains, you continue to defy me! Your courage does you credit, but you must know that it will not save you. Now, raise your head and look upon your Master.”

  Melissa shuddered, but would not give in and a glint of anger showed in his dark eyes.

  “Obey, or be whipped,” he said coldly, “the choice is yours.”

  Appalled by the ultimatum, Melissa hesitated for a fatal moment. Dawnelle’s crop sliced down and Melissa screamed into her gag as her failure to obey instantly earned her a scorching line of heat across her buttocks.

  “Raise your head and look upon your Master,” Shimatsu repeated and Melissa knew that he
would show her no mercy, continuing to whip her until she was forced to obey. She jerked her head up and felt the colour rise in her gagged cheeks as he nodded in satisfaction. “Very wise,” he told her, “disobedience is not something you can afford, as you will soon understand. Like your sister, you have been brought to my island to be enslaved; she because of her meddling and you because you would undoubtedly have raised the alarm over her sudden disappearance.”

  He allowed his eyes to drop to the tautly presented globes of her breasts and gave a cruel chuckle, “An unfortunate turn of events for you, my dear, but one that I am able to view with total equanimity and considerable anticipation.”

  His meaning could not be mistaken and Melissa whimpered, knowing that he found her desirable. Desirable and helplessly available!

  To her surprise, he did not touch her, but her relief lasted only until he stepped back, snapped his fingers and called, “Soo Lin! To me! Standing display.”

  Instantly, the tiny Japanese slave rose and hurried over, spreading her legs wide and arching her spine to present her body.

  “Face my new slaves and tell them who you are, what you are and how you were brought here.”

  Without a moment’s hesitation, the girl turned to Maxine and Melissa and began to speak in a clear, steady voice. “My name is Soo Lin Sakahuri,” she began, “and I am a slave. I belong to my strong and powerful Master and I obey and serve him in any way he desires. I was once free, but my Master arranged to have me kidnapped by the man I believed was my lover. One evening, he called for me in a chauffeur driven limousine and told me that I was being taken to a new restaurant. By the time I realised that he had lied, it was too late. He and the chauffeur overpowered me, stripped me and bound and gagged me, then drove me to the docks and put me aboard my Master’s junk which brought me to this island. At first, I was terrified and I fought, but my Master was too strong and I was made to submit. Now I wear his collar and am his obedient slave in all things.”

  As Soo Lin told her story, Maxine couldn’t take her eyes off the gleaming steel rings transfixing the girl’s pierced nipples and labia. With those permanent badges of subjugation clear to even the most cursory glance, Soo Lin could be nothing but a slave. Maxine felt a strange, unsettling mixture of appalled fascination and horrified envy as she tried to imagine how it would feel to look down at her own body and see that it bore the inescapable mark of a Master.

  “And now tell them why I enslaved you,” Shimatsu ordered and for the first time, Soo Lin showed emotion, her face anguished as she was commanded to speak of something she would clearly have preferred to keep to herself.

  “My m-mother was at College with my Master and my father,” she whispered softly. “And-And they both wanted to-to marry her. She chose my father and my M-Master never forgave her. He-He watched and he w-waited while I was b-born and grew up and when my parents d-died when I was n-nineteen, he made a v-vow that if he couldn’t have my m-mother for his w-wife, then he would h-have me as his sl-sl-slave.”

  “And I have, haven’t I, Soo Lin?” Shimatsu demanded cruelly. “I’ve had you as a slave and you have learned to please me as a slave. And you will go on pleasing me until I decide otherwise, won’t you?”

  Two big, wet tears rolled down the miserable girl’s cheeks and she whispered, “Yes, Master,” the only possible answer she could give without angering him.

  “Then remain still and do not make a sound,” he retorted. “Show my new slaves how a trained slave responds to Masters. Siteki?”

  His muscular companion strode forward, huge hands capturing Soo Lin’s small, firm, pear-shaped breasts to fondle and tweak her ringed nipples. At the same time, Shimatsu’s right hand caressed the velvet softness of her pierced and gaping sex-lips, while his left parted the deep cleft of her rounded buttocks to allow his extended index finger to drive into her rear passage.

  Shattering triple-pronged arousal raged through Soo Lin’s proffered body and her jaw clenched until veins stood out on her slim neck as she fought to hold her position and not give voice to the screams of her enforced passion.

  Shimatsu’s fingers speared into the slick, wet channel of her sex and all possibility of obedience vanished as a gigantic orgasm exploded through her body. Powerless to control the fervid lust created by her Masters, the tormented slave screamed in ecstasy, her thighs snapping shut around Shimatsu’s hand as her belly convulsed in huge spasms and she surrendered to the incandescent fury of a slave’s release.

  Shimatsu pulled his finger from her bottom, “This slave needs a lesson in obedience,” he hissed venomously. “Whip her!”

  Dawnelle leapt forward, her crop whistling through the air to land with a fearsome “Crack” on Soo Lin’s jiggling buttocks.

  In the throes of her stupendous climax, belly pounding to thunderous waves of love juices, breasts and sex still subjected to intense arousal by the fingers of her Masters, the girl squealed in pain and abject surrender. Dawnelle branded her bottom with line after line of stinging, smarting heat until the merciless combination of cruel pain and unbearable pleasure built her submissive passions first to a frenzied peak of wide-eyed, gasping desperation and then, beyond!

  A second volcanic climax erupted into her belly and her mouth stretched in a silent scream of delirious rapture as she was forced to display the uttermost limits of her subjugation, her whole body quivering to the stunning intensity of her lusts. She staggered and almost fell as Shimatsu withdrew his glistening fingers from her belly, but just managed to save herself and forced her trembling, whip striped body back into the standing display position.

  Humiliatingly, he thrust his stained fingers into her mouth, but Soo Lin had learned, long before, that shame and humiliation were not emotions that a slave was permitted and sucked and licked delicately at his fingers, tasting the salt juices of her own submission, until she had removed every trace.

  He wiped his fingers on her lustrous black hair and only then did her turn towards his two new slaves.

  Maxine and Melissa watched in frozen disbelief as Soo Lin’s slim body was subjected to the extreme sexual torment at the hands of her dominant Masters, her subjugation far beyond anything either of the sisters had experienced or even imagined to that point in their captivity. Yet despite the sheerly incredible arousal that they knew, she must be enduring, the raven-haired slave neither tried to resist, or even protest and held the pose ordered by Shimatsu. Her absolute obedience under such intense pressure was the most terrifying thing that Maxine and Melissa had seen in their entire lives, for it demonstrated the awesome power that Masters held over their slaves and they both understood that the same irresistible power would be exerted over them as they were trained to her level of perfect submission.

  Set against such ruthless domination, Melissa knew that her determination to resist meant nothing and her will power crumbled in ruins as she faced the inevitability of unconditional surrender to Masters who could, and would, use every means at their disposal to enslave her for their sexual pleasure.

  As Soo Lin was sent hurtling into her first climax and then into a second, even more powerful, Melissa wept bitter tears for the freedom that had been taken from her. Knowing that she, like Soo Lin, would exist only to serve her Masters, her wishes and needs of no importance, her body trained and conditioned to delight and arouse men’s basest desires!

  On her knees beside her sister, Maxine shivered to the waves of desire that swirled through her belly as the two dominant Masters imposed their will on their hapless slave. Strangely, after the first dreadful shock of realising that Soo Lin’s obedience was no more than would be demanded of her, Maxine had felt little fear, her earlier terrors replaced by a resigned acceptance of a situation she could not change or avoid. Ironically, perhaps, it was the very disciplines of logic and reason absorbed at University and exercised in her day-to-day work, that had saved her from the misery and uncertainty that assailed her sister.

  Escape was impossible, any resistance would be instantl
y punished, she had nothing with which to bargain and help, if any existed, was thousands of miles away therefore, she must accept enslavement. The logic of her situation was irrefutable, the reasoning impeccable but reason and logic took no account the conflicting emotions that had battled for supremacy in Maxine’s brain and body.

  You don’t want to be a slave, her mind had said, but her body had countered with flaring heat as she had remembered how Andrew Morrison and Carlo Crespi had aroused and taken her. Nevertheless, you’ve been kidnapped, collared, and whipped, her brain had protested and Maxine’s belly had kicked helplessly to the powerful image. Her brain had made a last despairing effort, reminding her that she would be giving up any hope of freedom for a life of complete subjugation and a spurt of scalding love juices had jetted into her tingling sex. Undermined by her own body, Maxine’s brain gave up the unequal struggle and abandoned her to her fate! Immediately, her breasts engorged, her nipples stiffened to rigid acorns and the delicate nub of her clitoris hardened to protrude from the swollen lips of her sex.

  No longer able or even willing, to resist the insidious allure of submission, Maxine surrendered and quivered to the delicious power of her unleashed passions!

  Shimatsu was an experienced slave-Master and immediately noted the clear signals of arousal on Maxine’s body. He strode over to her and stared into her eyes. “You will now submit as a slave to my Mastery,” he said firmly and bent to unbuckle her gag, “if you try to argue or resist, you will be whipped.”

  As he tugged the sodden leather from her mouth, Maxine trembled helplessly and worked her stiff jaws, her skin tingling where his hands had touched her and her belly churning with fierce heat.

  Shimatsu stood over her and as her pink tongue wetted her dry lips and she stared anxiously up at him, snapped, “Submit to your Master!”

  For an endless moment, Maxine held his hard, black eyes with her own, and then she gasped, “I submit, Master,” and bowed her head humbly before him.