Sisters in Slavery Page 9

  Instantly, her arousal intensified and she whimpered in the stygian blackness, unable to see the smallest chink of light or anticipate what was to come.

  Her Masters’ footsteps went away and she tensed vainly against her bondage, pleading wordlessly for them not to leave her to the dark and her fears.

  Minutes later, it was to the muffled cries and the astonishing sight of her gagged, blindfolded, rigidly bound sister, that Maxine was pushed into the room.

  Melissa fell silent as she heard people enter the cell where she was so helpless and she trembled with relief as she recognised Siteki’s voice ordering someone – she prayed it was Maxine – to stand against the wall.

  Distracted by Melissa’s anguish, Maxine only saw the mirror as she turned and her eyes widened in surprise as she saw herself. Like her sister, Maxine’s arousal was instantaneous, her nipples stiffening and groin moistening as she was bound and in the instant before her world went dark, the image of her spreadeagled body alongside that of her equally defenceless twin, sent a spurt of silvery love juices oozing from her sex.

  Spread in merciless exposure, Maxine squealed as her tender nipples responded instantly to the touch of her Master’s hands, the tawny buttons stiffening to tense rigidity as she was aroused. Seconds later, she felt some sort of cool liquid being applied to each hardened knob and her brain reeled in horrified understanding as her flesh lost all feeling and became very numb. She suddenly knew why she and Melissa were tied so tightly and what was going to be done to them and she gave a scream of sheer, stark terror.

  Concentrating intently, Siteki positioned the surgical steel punch at Maxine’s right nipple and squeezed the spring-loaded grips. With a sharp “click” the device operated punching a neat, precise hole through the erect flesh of her nipple!

  As she heard the click and felt a brief, sharp twinge of pain, Maxine screamed despairingly, realising that she had been pierced. She was to be forced to wear the rings of her Master’s ownership for all to see exactly as she had fantasised when she had first seen Soo Lin’s piercings!

  A second “click” and a fleeting pain at her left nipple redoubled her terror, for she remembered with dreadful clarity, that Soo Lin wore four rings in her body!

  Between her hugely spread thighs, merciless fingers probed and caressed and to her anguished shame, Maxine could not prevent the obedient response of her body as her groin moistened and her labia engorged to the unwanted arousal. Again, the cool liquid numbed her flesh; again, she heard the clicks and felt the tiny stabs of pain; and again, Maxine shuddered in the knowledge of her Masters’ limitless power over her.

  While she still struggled to come to terms with what they had done to her, Siteki and Dawnelle each took shining, highly polished steel rings, inserted them through her pierced nipples and snapped them shut.

  Maxine could not see or feel their hands, but as her Masters ringed her breasts, then took a second set of rings and did the same at her belly, she heard the metallic sounds and knew that her body now bore incontrovertible evidence of her complete subjugation!

  Soo Lin, ringed, could have been nothing but a slave and, now, Maxine herself wore identical symbols of her Masters’ authority. The steel of her Masters was in her body, as well as on it and as Maxine faced the awesome reality of her slavery, a tidal wave of fiercely submissive heat swept into her belly.

  Siteki chuckled as her belly fluttered to the slave-heat that she felt. “Ahh,” he sighed, “now you begin to feel it, slave. Soon, you will be unable to control your desires and, then, as a full slave, you will learn to please Masters in any way they desire.”

  Maxine whimpered helplessly, knowing that he spoke the truth, fearing it, but unable to resist the need that raged within her and made her a slave. If she could have, she knew she would have begged him to take her...and the fact that her bondage meant that she could not, only added to her passion and her desire to submit to him!

  “Slut!” Dawnelle sneered viciously. “Hot little bitch! Thought you were so clever, didn’t you, breaking my security system? Well, how clever do you feel now, eh? Now that you wear rings in your nipples and labia and you’re a sex-slave? I’m going to enjoy watching men have you, bitch! And when they’ve finished with you, I’m going to make you please me! And I’m going to whip you, too, whether you please me or not! Just because I want to and I want to hear you scream! How about that, slave?”

  As Maxine moaned in terror at the venom in her voice, Siteki frowned, “Why do you hate her so, Dawnelle? I know she found the Black file that you set up, but that’s not it, is it?”

  “It’s none of your business,” Dawnelle retorted rudely, and then her tongue ran away with her. “She’s a slave,” she hissed, “a frightened, spineless weakling! I despise her and her sister. They deserve to be slaves and have to submit to men like you! It serves them right if they have to kneel and display themselves and let men paw them and caress them and use their bodies!”

  “But you kidnapped them, Dawnelle,” Siteki replied reasonably, “and they don’t have any choice.”

  “Humph,” Dawnelle was unimpressed. “Just look at her. She’s begging for it. Just like the randy little slut she is. Don’t waste your sympathy on a slave! I damn well wouldn’t!”

  “Very well, Dawnelle,” he agreed calmly, “then I shall take your advice. No sympathy to a slave,” and he gave a cruel smile as Dawnelle turned away towards Melissa.

  Blindfolded, Melissa had heard her sister’s screams and moans, but had not been able to work out what was happening until Dawnelle’s spiteful attack on Maxine. Then, as she learned that Maxine had been pierced and ringed, her whole body cowered in devastating shock.

  Over and over, she told herself that it couldn’t be true, that not even Dawnelle and Siteki could be so impossibly cruel...but even as she tried to convince herself, her body filled with an icy dread, because she knew that there was nothing that the two dominants would not do to enforce their power over their slaves.

  Her fears were confirmed as hands aroused her breasts, Melissa’s fingers clawed vainly at the empty air as her nipples were anaesthetised, and the merciless punch did its horrifying work. That was the moment when Melissa knew, beyond any shadow of doubt, that she and Maxine would never, ever, be released by the Masters. Up to that point, in the further recesses of her brain, she had always managed to retain a small glimmer of hope that, despite their bondage and submission, they would sometime be set free. That last hope vanished as her sex lips were pierced and as her Masters locked the steel rings of her slavery into her body, Melissa shuddered in appalled misery, seeing an unending vista of abject sexual subjugation opening before her.

  After nine days of ruthlessly enforced submission, she was horribly aware of the impossibility of resistance and that she was slipping ever deeper into acceptance of the Masters’ dominance. Unless she could escape, the result was inevitable. She and Maxine would become willingly obedient and submissive sex-slaves, like Soo Lin. And from that, there could never be an escape!

  Somehow, they had to get away from Shimatsu, Siteki, and Dawnelle. They just had to! But how?

  As the effects of the anaesthetic wore off, the blindfolds were unbuckled and the two blondes saw the results of their Masters’ wishes. Stunned by the sight of gleaming steel transfixing their flesh and frighteningly conscious of the small, insistent weight of their rings at their breasts and bellies, both slaves gaped silently at the barbaric jewellery adorning their helpless nudity.

  Maxine’s belly kicked violently as she stared at her reflection and she clenched her teeth against the blistering slave-heat that rolled through her, half-thrilled and half-petrified by the blatant symbolism of her rings. Anybody – absolutely anybody – who understood the significance of the rings in her body, must know immediately that she was a slave and, knowing that, would know that she must obey and submit to any demands they made upon her! As a pierced, ringed slave, she would be the plaything of any Master who happened across her and Maxine’s
sex oozed hot love juices as she imagined herself being passed from Master to Master, each using her for his pleasure, secure in the knowledge of her unquestioning obedience!

  Melissa also understood what her rings proclaimed about her lowly status, but was far less willing to give in and closed her eyes, refusing to look at the reflection of her pierced body and trying to ignore the tiny weights at her nipples. Siteki recognised her attempted resistance and acted instantly. His extended forefinger slid between her ringed labia and into her damp sex and as Melissa squealed and her eyes opened in dismay. He chuckled softly, “Oh, no, slave girl. You keep your eyes open and look at yourself, or I’ll crop you until you do.”

  Under threat of punishment, Melissa had no choice and was forced to watch her own responses as Siteki aroused her until her sex grew slick with her juices and she whimpered in desperate need. By the time he slipped his finger from her and sneered, “There now, slave, that should be enough to keep you interested.” Melissa’s belly was on fire with liquid heat she was unable to control.

  The two dominants strode to the door, “We’ll be back in a few hours to take you back to your cell. Then you can have a rest for forty-eight hours while your piercings heal. After that, we will continue with your training.” The door closed behind them.

  Melissa stared at her reflection and gave a low moan as her belly swirled to the picture of helpless submission she presented.

  “Melissa? Melissa, are you all right?” Maxine’s voice was low and filled with concern for her younger sister.

  “I’m-I’m OK, sis. But what are we going to do?”

  “I don’t know. What can we do? Did he-Did he t-touch you to make you open your eyes?”

  “Yes. I di-didn’t want to, but he-he made me.”

  “Oh, I’m so sorry, honey. I didn’t mean to get you in this mess. I didn’t know that Morrison was involved in the fraud, or I’d never have gone to him. It’s all my f-fault and n-now you’re a sl-slave, too,” Maxine’s voice broke on a choking sob.

  “No, Maxine, don’t cry. It isn’t your fault it’s theirs! They’re the ones who k-kidnapped us and brought us here and-and collared us and made us sub-submit to them.”

  “I know, honey. Thank you for not blaming me, but I wish I’d never seen that fraud. If it hadn’t been for that, we wouldn’t be t-tied up and p-p-pierced.”

  “Don’t, Maxine!” Melissa begged, “I can’t stand it if you cry. Look, we just have to get away from here! I can’t – can’t fight much more and if we don’t escape soon, I-I’ll have to-to give in.”

  “Oh, no, Melissa, not you too! I can’t help myself, either. I-I nearly asked Siteki to t-take me just now, I was so d-d-desperate! You’re right, we have to get away. What plan do you have in mind?”

  That was when the room suddenly became very, very quiet because there was no plan. Just a fervent wish to escape that took no account of chains and locks, or even Masters! Momentary optimism faded and died in the face of insuperable obstacles and both girls wept softly as their hopes died with it.

  Replaced as the hours slipped past, by a mixture of resignation and slowly increasing arousal as the unavoidable sight of their own spreadeagled bodies and the tingling sensations emanating from their piercings, worked on their already submissive inclinations.

  When Dawnelle and Siteki returned to release their captives, the limbs of the two girls were so numb that they slumped bonelessly to the floor and had to be helped to stand.

  With their arms locked behind their backs, they stumbled forward as Siteki ordered them out of the room and Dawnelle smiled with cruel pleasure as their eyes widened and they gasped to the arousal, which accompanied their every step as the rings tugged and jiggled at their newly pierced flesh.

  “In here,” Siteki opened the door of a small cell containing a single cot and as Melissa watched helplessly, her sister’s collar was locked to a long chain rising from a heavy ringbolt set in the floor beneath the cot. Her arms were not released and Siteki explained casually, “You’ll stay here for a couple of days until your piercings heal. Do not try to touch your rings. I shall be watching,” he indicated a small camera high up in one corner of the room.

  Maxine went to her knees, “Yes, Master, I understand,” she said humbly. “May a sl-slave know what is to be d-done with her then, Master?”

  “Your training will continue, slave, until I consider you are ready to serve your Masters.”

  Maxine shivered, her need obvious to him and he smiled, “Your rings suit you, slave,” he told her. “They demonstrate what you are and you would be wise to learn to love them, because they will remain on your body for as long as you are enslaved. And do not imagine they are there only to bring you pleasure, slave. Should a Master feel it necessary, they will be used to bind you as he wishes, or even to punish you. Now, be silent, or you will find out how they may be used!”

  Maxine bowed her head and Siteki turned to Melissa. “The same applies to you, slave,” he said coldly.

  The blonde trembled as Dawnelle snapped, “Follow me.” She led her to a second identical cell and locked a chain to her collar.

  “On the bed, slave. Display position.”

  The redhead’s lips curved in a sneer as she looked down at Melissa’s erotically posed body and she toyed menacingly with her crop. “You and your sister are safe from me for the moment,” she said, “but as soon as your piercings heal, it’s back into training you go. Complete with slave-rings. I’m going to enjoy using them to control you two and you’re going to do exactly what I tell you, aren’t you?”

  Melissa looked up at the redhead and knew that she would be forced to obey. “Yes, Mistress,” she replied humbly.

  “Then you’d better get as much rest as you can, slave. You are going to need it,” and Dawnelle gave a harsh laugh as she turned away and left the room and her anxious captive.

  As predicted by Siteki, Maxine and Melissa’s piercings healed fully in two days and their training resumed.

  Her gagged face only an inch away from the solid brick wall, Maxine stood on tiptoe, her body held rigidly erect and thigh muscles quivering from the strain of holding her position. She dared not relax even a fraction, for padlocks at each of her nipple rings were locked to iron ringbolts set into the wall and the slightest attempt to ease her discomfort instantly sent flashes of pain through her breasts as her rings tugged at her sensitive flesh.

  To her right and suffering the same merciless punishment, Melissa fought against the steadily growing torment in her calves and thighs as her muscles protested, but like her sister, had no choice but to endure.

  Neither slave knew how long they had been standing already, nor how much longer their anguish might last only that it would continue until their Masters decided otherwise. They were slaves, under discipline and could only pray for release and regret the momentary disobedience that had brought them such misery.

  Unwillingly reconciled to the piercing and ringing of their nipples and labia, Maxine and Melissa had had no option but to accept the realities of their situation and had resigned themselves to the obedience and subjugation imposed upon them.

  Constant nudity, bondage and the sexual submission extracted from their helpless bodies had had their inevitable result and the two slaves had grown ever more responsive and ever more deeply enmeshed in the web of their Masters’ dominance until it came to seem natural to kneel before them and display themselves in the graceful poses of their slavery. To the extent that both Maxine and Melissa began to take pride in their obedience and the slave-heat that simmered in their bellies, ready always to ignite into an inferno of deliciously submissive passion at their Masters’ touch. Even the frequency of croppings and other punishments grew less as they became more proficient and it almost seemed, for a while, as though their ordeal might not be quite as terrible as they had feared.

  “Kneeling Display. Eyes closed and mouth open,” Siteki gave the order and Maxine obeyed instantly, her spine arching as she presented herself be
autifully, not even flinching as her ankles were cuffed together.

  “Wider. Come on, slave, wider I said,” Maxine stretched her jaws as wide as she could and gasped as a ring of cold, hard steel was thrust into her mouth and wedged behind her teeth. Buckled in place, it held her mouth in a stretched “O” and she could neither eject it nor close her mouth even partially.

  “Open your eyes, slave. You will now learn how to please a Master orally.”

  Maxine’s eyes bulged, but she could not express the horror she felt as she learned the gag’s purpose and understood what she was expected to do. She had heard of such things, but had never done it herself and was appalled at the thought of Siteki forcing himself on her in such a shameful way.

  Without thinking of the consequences, Maxine broke her pose, shaking her head repeatedly and mumbling wordless protests as she trembled with horror.

  Siteki nodded once. “Very well, slave. You have made your decision,” and he turned to Melissa who stood nearby, still in the last position she had been ordered to assume.

  “You, slave,” he said, “kneel before me and open your mouth. You will learn to satisfy me first.”

  Melissa gulped, but hesitated, “Please, Master…” she began.

  But Siteki broke in immediately, “Silence!” he snapped. “For your disobedience you will both be punished!” and he seized Melissa and forced her to her knees.

  With her arms bound behind her and held in his muscular grip, Melissa was helpless and submitted to having a ring-gag buckled in place, her brain reeling as she visualised him ravaging her mouth.

  Escorted by Dawnelle, he hauled Melissa to her feet and frog-marched she to another cell and it was only then, as she saw Dawnelle slip two small padlocks through iron ringbolts in the wall some four-and-a-half feet above the floor that Melissa whimpered in terror and tried to tear free of Siteki’s grasp.