[ebook] Gemma by Charles Graham

Gemma
Charles Graham

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In desperate need of investment money to keep their business afloat, Gemma Longton and her lover and partner Mike Bowyer are at their wits& end to think how to obtain the finance they must have.
Until he realises that there is a way and without telling her, arranges a deal with Roxwell, a millionaire businessman, whose price for providing financial assistance is high.

Unaware of her part in the deal and thinking that their business is saved, Gemma allows Mike to tie her up for some celebratory sex and she soon learns her fate.   

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CHAPTER 10
 
Lights blazed in all of the rooms of Alicia's penthouse apartment and strings of fairy lights turned the garden patio beyond the open glass double doors into a mysterious blend of light and deep, flickering shadows as the gentle, warm breeze set the lanterns swaying.
 
Inside, several low tables groaned under the weight of drinks and food and a top quality CD player provided a background of soft music as Gemma, naked apart from her rings and collar and cuffs, hurried from one spot to another, checking to make certain that the meticulous instructions of her Mistress had been carried out to the letter.
 
In the weeks she had spent with Alicia and Lydia, Gemma had learned that it did not pay to overlook even the smallest detail of the women's wishes and her lips moved silently as she reviewed the arrangements, ensuring that absolutely everything was as perfect as she could make it.
 
It was not as if her Mistresses were particularly cruel, but they were exceedingly strict and Gemma's buttocks had often felt the Devil's Palm and the crop when she had failed to satisfy and she had no wish for the experience to be repeated.
 
Satisfied that all was well, Gemma dropped to her knees, wrists crossed behind her back and thighs widely spread as Mistress Alicia strode into the room, her keen gaze sweeping around the room, then settling on her naked slavegirl.
 
"e;Perfect,"e; she said, "e;Well done,"e; and Gemma allowed herself to relax slightly, relieved that the blonde had not been able to find a fault and use it as an excuse to punish her.
 
"e;Come with me,"e; and Gemma followed her Mistress obediently into the bathroom.
 
"e;Wrists up. You know what to do,"e; the blonde said casually and Gemma felt the familiar warmth of arousal stir in her belly as she raised her arms and allowed her Mistress to lock her wrists together on each side of the sturdy shower head above her. Stretched almost on tip toe, Gemma's body ran with streams of water as her Mistress worked up a soapy lather on a large sponge and the slavegirl shivered with anticipation as she waited to be bathed. It was a regular part of her routine, but none the less erotic for that and as Alicia turned off the water and began to run the slippery sponge over every inch of Gemma's nude charms, the stretched brunette panted for breath through flaring nostrils as her Mistress's hands slid easily over her breasts and ribs and belly, then dropped to soap her buttocks and thighs and between her slim legs.
 
Gemma's eyes widened as her arousal built and her Mistress chuckled softly, knowing exactly what her touch was doing to her slave and knowing, too, that Gemma would not dare to move or protest. She had protested...once...but had soon been taught the error of her ways as Alicia had left her secured, fetched the Devil's Palm and proceeded to brand her defenceless body with a dozen stinging stripes as Gemma had screamed and twisted in vain efforts to avoid the punishment.
 
That had been Gemma's first..and last..attempt to object and they both knew that she would never try again.
 
Coated in a slippery mass of scented bubbles, Gemma rose and fell on her toes, the bells at her ringed breasts jingling musically as her Mistress took advantage of that knowledge to toy with her tender nipples and explore the soapy, slippery recesses of her sex, building her slavegirl's passion and savouring the submissive need so evident in her brown eyes.
 
Gemma's fingers fluttered vainly, as if trying to escape, but she rose onto her toes, the better to part her thighs and give her Mistress access and the blonde chuckled again, only too well aware of what her slavegirl wanted.
 
"e;Not yet, slavegirl,"e; she whispered cruelly and the brunette squeezed her eyes tightly shut as she was forced to endure the lusts coiling in her belly while her hair was washed.
 
"e;I want you looking your best tonight,"e; Alicia told her and Gemma shivered, knowing that there was to be a party that evening, but not knowing what part she was going to play in it.
 
She did not know for certain, but had an awful feeling that she would be central to whatever was going to happen...and quite unable to refuse!
 
As powerful jets of water rinsed her hair and body, she shivered with anticipation, part fearful of the coming ordeal, but also aroused by the prospect.
 
As her Mistress dried her with a large, fluffy towel, Gemma's belled nipples jiggled and Alicia smiled as thetinkling bells told of the slavegirl's desire.
 
"e;Relax, slavegirl,"e; Alicia said calmly, "e;It will be at least half an hour until my guests arrive,"e; but then made her own order impossible to carry out as she leaned forward and planted a firm, wet kiss on each of Gemma's erect nipples.
 
Instant heat surged through the captive brunette's belly and she gave a sharp gasp, her legs almost buckling beneath her as her lust soared and she gazed pleadingly at her Mistress, hoping against hope that the woman would take pity on her and give her the climax she longed for.
 
Instead, to Gemma's frustration, her Mistress reached up, released her wrists, then immediately re-bound her arms behind her and took her to the bedroom where she dried and brushed her hair until it hung in a dark, shining sweep to her shoulders. Just as she finished, they both heard the lift doors open and were joined seconds later by Gemma's other Mistress, Lydia, a shoe box under her left arm.
 
"e;Hi, Alicia. Good evening, slave."e;
 
"e;Good evening, Mistress."e;
 
"e;Well I've got them. Shall we try them straight away?"e;
 
"e;Mmm, yes. I want to see how they look."e;
 
"e;Right. Up you get, slave. We've got a present for you."e;
 
Gemma rose to her feet worriedly. Lydia was in a very good mood and that usually meant she had thought of some new way to humiliate her slave.
 
Lydia ripped the lid off the box and pulled out the contents and Gemma gaped uncomprehendingly at a gleaming pair of patent leather shoes....but shoes with heels higher than Gemma had ever seen in her life!
 
Her Mistress held them up, turning them this way and that so that the lights reflected dazzlingly as she showed Gemma her new footwear.
 
"e;Six inch heels, slavegirl. Specially made for you. And these ankle straps lock with the padlocks so that once they're on, they stay on, you see. Right, give me your foot."e;
 
Obediently, Gemma raised her leg and allowed the shoe to be slid on, her eyes widening as she felt the height of the heel force her foot into an arch, almost putting her on tip toe.
 
Lydia buckled the strap around Gemma's ankle and snapped the small padlock closed, "e;That's one. Now, give me your other foot."e;
 
As her weight came on to her high heeled shod foot, Gemma tottered and almost fell, unused to the difference heels made to her balance, and was thankful to feel Alicia's arm steadying her.
 
She shot her blonde Mistress a grateful smile, then gazed down as the second shoe was fitted and locked on.
 
Lydia stood up, grinning, "e;They look really good, don't you think, Alicia?"e;
 
Gemma stared down. Her Mistress was right, the shoes did look good. Good, and very, very sexy, making her legs seem longer and slimmer....but, already, Gemma could feel an ache starting in her calves, brought on by the stress of her impossibly high heels. What her legs would feel like after an hour or two, didn't bear thinking about, but, aches or no aches, there was no way she would be able to remove the shoes, no matter how uncomfortable she got!
 
"e;I'm going to let go of your arm now, slavegirl. Stand up really straight, that should help you to balance."e;
 
Gemma forced her shoulders back, holding herself as erect as she could and concentrated on not falling over as her Mistresses inspected her.
 
"e;Yes, I like them. They make her taller and make her legs seem longer."e;
 
"e;Keeps her on her toes. Literally! I love the way she has to tense her calves to keep her balance."e;
 
"e;And they make her stand straight, which shows off her breasts."e;
 
"e;Mmm. The men will really like that. They just love high heels on a slavegirl. No clothes, of course, just high heels!"e; Lydia's mocking laughter brought bright spots of colour to Gemma's cheeks, because she knew her Mistress was quite correct. Masters would enjoy the enforced tension her high heels imposed on her body and she wouldn't be able to do a thing about it. Her belly quivered deliciously. She might not be able to do anything, but the men, her Masters, certainly could...and no doubt would!
 
"e;Go into the lounge, slavegirl,"e; Alicia's order broke into Gemma's erotic daydream, "e;We have to get ready for our guests."e;
 
Concentrating intensely, Gemma made her slow, very careful way from the bedroom, teetering on her precipitous heels, aware of the growing ache in her calves, but strangely excited by the knowledge that in her heels and her nudity and her bondage, she presented a picture that exuded sexuality and would make her irresistible to her Mistresses' guests....
 
Irresistible and available, for Gemma had no illusions about the men and women who would be at the party, or what their common interest would be.
 
Her belly burned with a slow heat as her Mistresses ordered her to halt beside a low, sturdy coffee table with a thick glass top and her mind raced as she saw a shining steel pole terminating in a steel ring, rising some two feet above the glass at one end.
 
"e;Sit on the table, slave, ankles crossed, facing the post,"e; Lydia's voice was uncompromising and Gemma knew that she had best obey, unless she wanted to meet her Mistresses' guests with fresh whip marks emblazoned across her buttocks.
 
The table's surface was cold and Gemma shivered as her flesh met the glass, but the momentary discomfort was instantly forgotten as she looked down at her crossed ankles. The glass on which she sat, was mirrored, reflecting perfectly every recess and crevice of her parted sex! The shock of seeing herself so shamefully exposed, was awful, but not as awful as the realisation, a split second later, that anyone who stood near the table would be treated to the same humiliatingly detailed exhibition of her!
 
Horrified, Gemma turned to her Mistresses and her belly kicked powerfully as she saw that they both wore identical cruel smiles.
 
"e;That's right, slavegirl. You're going to be the centrepiece of our little party. You'll give our guests something to look at while they're eating,"e; Alicia said calmly and Gemma shivered wildly, the bells at her nipples betraying the mixture of horror and arousal she felt.
 
"e;Until they decide to eat you, anyway,"e; Lydia added spitefully and the shocked brunette gave a low moan of anguish, uncrossing her legs in preparation for climbing off the table.
 
"e;Keep still, slave!"e; Alicia's harsh command cut through Gemma's moan like a knife, freezing her in place, "e;One more sound or one more movement and you'll wish you'd never been born! I mean it, slave! Now get back in position!"e;
 
Gemma's agonised face turned up to her Mistress, but found no trace of sympathy in the blonde's cold eyes and with a shudder of despair, resumed her shameful pose.
 
"e;That's better. Now, not another word!"e; and the distraught brunette forced herself to keep still as the two dominants lashed her crossed ankles in place to the base of the post with tight black leather straps. Helpless, she leaned forward as a padlock was slipped through the ring on the front of her steel collar and snapped into the ring at the top of the post, holding her bent and unable to straighten and was powerless to resist as a short strap from the rear of her collar was attached to her wrist cuffs, holding her arms high up behind her shoulder blades in a double hammer lock.
 
The bells at her ringed nipples jingled continuously as she tested her bondage and found herself utterly helpless and her brown eyes gazed wildly down at the reflected image of her defenceless body. She couldn't move but could see only too clearly her absolute vulnerability and availability to the touch of anyone who cared to arouse or torment her.
 
Seconds later, she was unable even to protest or beg for mercy, for a huge, thick gag of leather was forced deep into her mouth, silencing her and preventing even token resistance on her part!
 
Secured for the pleasure of her Mistresses and their guests, Gemma trembled wildly as the two women left her to go and change, her eyes seeking vainly for something, anything, to help her and her muscles tensing uselessly against her bonds in her efforts to escape.
 
As she had feared, her struggles were fruitless and as the hum of the lift came to her ears, Gemma ceased her futile resistance and summoned up what few defences she had to face the inevitable.
 
Her Mistresses, resplendent in long evening dresses, walked past their displayed slavegirl, ignoring her completely as they went to greet their guests and Gemma bit down hard on her gag as she heard the friendly greetings, deep male laughter and softer female voices of the arriving group.
 
"e;Ah, Gemma my dear. How nice to see you again,"e; Roxwell loomed over her, dressed in an immaculate dinner jacket, his deep set eyes drinking in her helpless nudity, "e;You already know Axel and Nicos, I believe,"e; and Gemma closed her eyes, ashamed, as the giant, dinner jacketed Axel leered at her ringed breasts, "e;Yes, we've already had the..ah..pleasure of meeting this slave, haven't we, eh, slave?"e; and he gave a loud snort of laughter.
 
"e;Indeed we have. Good evening, slavegirl,"e; and Nicos gave her a slight bow, impeccable in evening dress.
 
Gemma flushed a deep scarlet as Roxwell introduced a fourth man, recognising him instantly as the unknown man who had taken her on the day her breasts had been pierced!
 
"e;This is Steven, girl. One of our little group in The Consortium. He has been away on business, but is now back and has been looking forward to meeting you again."e;
 
Of average height, with brown hair and a friendly, open face, Steven looked nothing like the ruthless Master Gemma knew he was and she dropped her eyes from his steady gaze, remembering how she had begged him to take her. And he had!
 
"e;I've heard good things about you, slavegirl,"e; he said pleasantly, "e;Let us both hope they are true, because I would not want to be disappointed,"e; and for a brief moment his eyes hardened and Gemma saw the steel behind the easy going exterior. Like each of her other Masters, he would not hesitate to take exactly what he wanted from her and Gemma knew it.
 
The arrival of the lift bearing more guests broke up the little group around Gemma and it was some time later that she became aware that she was being scrutinised by a distinguished looking, grey haired man, accompanied by a very tall, very slim redhead dressed in an extremely short, skin tight silk cheongsam, split up the left thigh nearly to her waist. For several moments, the pair simply looked at Gemma's bondage and she coloured, knowing the image she presented and wondering who the two were.
 
Alicia strolled over and Gemma's blush deepened as her Mistress offered a glass of champagne to the man, then said casually, "e;Enjoying the show, Matthew? We think she makes a rather good piece of bondage art, don't you agree?"e;
 
"e;I certainly do. But tell me, Alicia, is she as obedient as she is pretty? After all, like any slave, her primary purpose is to be functional as well as merely decorative."e;
 
Alicia frowned, "e;Naturally,"e; she confirmed tartly, "e;Lydia and I are hardly novices at the training of slavegirls."e;
 
"e;Of course. I apologise, my dear. May I have your permission to test her initial responses?"e;
 
Gemma's eyes bulged at his casual enquiry and she spluttered into her gag, desperately hoping that her Mistress would refuse.
 
Alicia chuckled indulgently, "e;Well,"e; she began, "e;We were planning on waiting until after the buffet, but I never could refuse you anything, could I, you old rogue. Oh, very well, I can see that you're itching to test her out. Go on then, but don't blame me if the others get annoyed with you for jumping the gun."e;
 
Matthew's eyes twinkled merrily as he assured her that he wouldn't and Gemma strained hopelessly at her bonds as he and the redhead moved to stand directly in front of her, staring calmly down at her anguished, gagged face.
 
"e;Alicia tells me that you are a fully trained slavegirl,"e; he said softly, "e;I wonder if you are?"e;
 
Gemma hung her head as much as the post at her throat would permit, her shame intense as his steady, pale blue eyes examined her, but he reached down and took her jaw in his fingers, raising her face until she stared directly up at him.
 
"e;Don't be shy, slavegirl,"e; he admonished gently, "e;Masters do not permit modesty in their slaves. Your body is excellent and you might be whipped for attempting to hide it from a Master, might you not?"e; he did not wait for an answer which Gemma couldn't give and she stared numbly at him as he continued, "e;You are enslaved, but men have always enslaved women. You are merely the latest in a very long line and will most certainly not be the last. If you doubt me, I will prove it to you."e;
 
He turned to his silent companion, "e;Tell her who and what you are."e;
 
The redhead didn't hesitate for a second, "e;I am Clarissa and I am a slavegirl,"e; she declared clearly and Gemma's jaw would have dropped open in stunned amazement if she hadn't been gagged.
 
Matthew smiled at her astonishment, "e;Not all slavegirls are ringed and wear steel on their limbs and neck,"e; he told Gemma, "e;Outward symbols of slavery can sometimes be inconvenient, but that does not mean that dear Clarissa here is any less of a slave than you. Show her Clarissa, show her how I have chosen to exhibit your submission to me."e;
 
The redhead's eyes flashed with suppressed anger as she heard his order, but she, just like Gemma, was obviously well aware of the penalties for disobedience and she reached at once for the hem of her tight dress and pulled it up to her waist, at the same time spreading her shapely legs to give Gemma an unhindered view of her belly.
 
Gemma gasped into her gag, any doubts she might have had about the other girl's slave status instantly dispelled. Clamped tightly about Clarissa's slim waist and between her thighs, a contoured steel chastity belt hugged her like a second skin, gleaming coldly in the bright lights and denying access to her body to any, including Clarissa herself, who did not hold the keys of the locks!
 
"e;Turn around,."e;
 
Clarissa's white teeth gnawed at her lower lip and as she obeyed, Gemma saw that her bottom, neatly bisected by the steel belt, bore the tell tale red stripes of a clearly recent whipping!
 
"e;Clarissa was rather fractious earlier this evening, as you can see. I'm afraid I had to remind her of her duties somewhat forcefully. But I am confident she will be much more obedient now. Won't you, eh, slavegirl?"e; and his embarrassed submissive nodded swiftly.
 
"e;Good. Then arouse this slave for me. But not, repeat not, to climax. That can wait until everyone can share the sight."e;
 
Gemma screamed into her gag, her bells jingling musically at her breasts as his words sank into her brain and the redhead dropped gracefully to her knees in front of her.
 
Long, slim fingers reached out and Gemma juddered explosively as her breasts were captured, blistering arousal crashing through her pinioned body as her hardened nipples were twirled and squeezed and rolled until they ached and throbbed unmercifully and her belly boiled with enforced lust. Almost at her peak, Gemma whimpered in despair and disbelief as Clarissa stopped, leaving her trembling on the brink of her climax.
 
Exactly as her Master had ordered!
 
Gemma didn't want to believe the evidence of her own eyes and body, but as Clarissa stood up and took her place at the side of her Master, she had to!
 
Clarissa was a slave! No less so, and perhaps even more so, than Gemma herself!
 
Which meant that everything that Gemma had been told about Masters and slaves, was absolutely, literally true!
 
Stunned by the realisation that she was only one slave among many, Gemma wept bitter tears as Matthew turned away to join the other Masters and Mistresses enjoying the party, leaving her to her unyielding bondage, the furious heat of her arousal and the terrifying anticipation of having to wait until her Masters chose to complete her inevitable submission!
 
Time sped by as various members of The Consortium came over to enjoy the sight of Gemma's displayed nudity, but she barely noticed, her mind almost completely taken up by the shock of her arousal by Clarissa....until the music was switched off and everyone in the room gathered around her. Helpless, Gemma screamed and moaned into her gag as her swollen breasts and damply glistening sex fell easy prey to the hands of her Masters, but no matter how she writhed and heaved and tugged at her bonds, she could not evade the overwhelming stimulation that each, in turn, imposed upon her. Time and again her nipples throbbed rigidly to skilled fingers, time and again her clitoris thrust hard and exquisitely sensitive from its fleshy sheath and time and again her belly exploded in coruscating spasms as fingers penetrated her labia and sex to force her into uncounted, unstoppable orgasms until the coffee table on which she sat became spattered and smeared with the silvery droplets of the sexual tribute wrung from her body by the merciless torment!
 
Only when Gemma sagged limply in her bonds, barely able to respond to further stimulation, did they take some small pity on her and withdraw to the drinks table to refresh themselves for a renewed assault upon her when she had recovered somewhat.
 
Totally devastated, her belly and breasts burning furiously from the shattering submissions forced upon her, Gemma remained helpless in her bondage for nearly an hour as her Masters drank and ate and joked among themselves, their callous disregard of her despair reinforcing her subjugation as she was ignored.
 
In her place, Clarissa, the red head, became the centre of attention and Gemma's brown eyes widened as the tall slavegirl was ordered to strip for the entertainment of the group.
 
Slowly and sensually, clearly enjoying being the object of all eyes, Clarissa undulated from side to side as she unclasped the halter neck of her silk dress and lowered it inch by inch to the creamy upper slopes of her breasts, tantalising her audience with momentary glimpses of her body, then covering herself once more, her eyes meeting those of her Masters boldly and then sliding away in submission, but never leaving the gaze of Matthew for more than a few seconds.
 
His brief nod of approval to his slave gave permission for her to continue and she worked the tight silk down to her hips, revealing her pale, full breasts and large, dark nipples but never missing a beat of her erotic dance.
 
For a brief instant, her eyes locked with Gemma's and the brunette recognised the defiant pride of a slavegirl who knew exactly what she was and accepted and revelled in her desirability to Masters.
 
As Clarissa slid her dress over her hips and discarded the crumpled fabric to reveal the steel gripping her loins and marking her as Matthew's slavegirl, Gemma felt a bitter pang of jealousy that it was not she who wore such a device as a symbol of her absolute submission to one Master!
 
For, as the redhead arched her body into the lovely curve of a slavegirl's submission, her green eyes fixed on only one Master....her Master, Matthew....and Gemma realised that Clarissa was enslaved by her love for him and needed no chains or whips to make her his slave. She could be nothing else and obviously desired nothing else!
 
Gemma envied her such devotion and could not help but wonder whether she might, one day, find such a Master. A Master to whom she, too, could be nothing but a slave.
 
Deep in her whirling brain, an image formed of herself kneeling in chains before a tall, muscular Master and she shut her eyes in horror as his face took on the familiar features of Mike, her ex-lover and partner and the man who had sold her into slavery!
 
Trembling with shock, she forced the image away, down into the depths of her reeling mind, refusing to even think of the simply appalling possibility! She loathed him! Despised him and hated him with a passion and would never, ever, let such a thing happen!
 
Shuddering, she opened her eyes, determined to forget her momentary, and it was only momentary, she told herself fiercely, lapse into madness.
 
The sight before her took her breath away and brought her fears rushing back.
 
Clarissa, freed of her chastity belt, but with her wrists crossed and tightly bound before her and with a wide gag strap sealing her lips, was being taken out onto the garden patio by Matthew, Lydia and Nicos, while Axel, Roxwell, Steven and Alicia were walking towards Gemma.
 
Against four dominants, she never had a chance of resisting and gulped in fright as her ankles were untied, her wrists locked together before her belly and her neck released from the post.
 
"e;On your feet, slavegirl. You've got one minute to stretch your muscles."e;
 
Gemma winced as her body protested, but, true to their word, her Masters only allowed her a minute to recover before ordering her to walk out onto the patio, Axel and Steven gripping her elbows as she stumbled along on her pencil slim high heels.
 
The night air was pleasantly cool on Gemma's naked flesh and as she joined Clarissa and her escort of Masters, Gemma could not help but notice how the gently swaying fairy lights highlighted the redhead's breasts and belly and legs in moving patterns of red and blue and yellow, the whole effect making her look like some sort of painted savage. Much like herself she realised, looking down at her own naked body.
 
Held by strong hands, neither slavegirl wasted energy by trying to resist as a rope was thrown over the cross piece of a solid metal trellis above their heads and looped through between their bound wrists. Pushed together, back to back, Gemma found to her surprise that her immense heels made her nearly as tall as Clarissa and as the tightening rope stretched each of them upwards, she found the sensation of warm, resilient flesh against her spine and buttocks undeniably erotic.
 
"e;Spread your legs, slaves,"e; the order came from Lydia and both captives obeyed, recognising the futility of attempting to refuse.
 
Rope encircled their ankles to hold them spreadeagled and as straps tightened at their knees and waists and below their breasts, Gemma felt Clarissa's shivers of excitement match her own as their bodies were firmly clamped together.
 
"e;Mmm, yes, very nice,"e; Lydia and Alicia chuckled as they walked slowly, arm in arm around the two naked slavegirls, feasting their eyes on taut breasts and spread thighs, "e;So, gentlemen, who's going to be first to test out this arrangement? We call it double dating, for obvious reasons."e;
 
Gemma's eyes opened wide and she heard Clarissa's muffled gasp as they learned the reason for their back to back bondage. Sandwiched as they would be between two of their Masters, they wouldn't even be able to move as they were taken and Gemma felt renewed dampness moisten her groin as she imagined it.
 
"e;A delightful idea, ladies, but if I might make one small suggestion...?"e; Matthew was behind Gemma, so she was unable to see what he was doing, but she felt Clarissa stiffen as her adored Master spoke, "e;I have always found that Clarissa's responses intensify when she cannot be sure who it is that arouses or takes her and I just happen to have brought these with me. If you would care to use them, we can see whether Gemma is affected in the same way?"e;
 
"e;What an excellent idea, Matthew. Thank you. Yes, let's try them, by all means."e;
 
Gemma was plunged into stygian darkness as a leather bag descended and she whimpered as she was deprived of sight, a draw cord at her neck closing the bag and eliminating every chink of light!
 
Instantly, as predicted by Matthew, her arousal zoomed higher and her nostrils filled with the pungent, exciting smell of leather as she was hooded.
 
Unable to anticipate the Masters' next move, Gemma shivered wildly, the bells at her nipples jingling and betraying the thrilling surge of submissive heat raging through her belly. When she was taken, there would be no way for her to tell who was enjoying her body!
 
Clarissa's explosive gasp and the convulsive jerk of her body against Gemma's gave the brunette a couple of seconds' advance warning that the next stage of her ordeal was about to begin, but was nowhere near long enough to enable her to prepare herself for the gentle lips and long, wet tongue that nuzzled her clitoris and invaded the delicate cleft of her sex!
 
Gemma's squeal of ecstasy lost itself in her hood as she juddered wildly to the unbearable arousal, neither knowing nor caring whether her lover was male or female, able only to respond more and more desperately to the exquisite pleasuring of her quaking belly.
 
Driven into a frenzy by the mouth between her thighs, Gemma greeted its removal and immediate replacement by a thick, rigid erection which drove irresistibly into the churning cauldron of her belly, with a shrill, wailing scream of ultimate surrender as she hurtled into a stupendous orgasm. Pulsing and shuddering in great racking spasms, her body writhing against the ropes which held her, scalding love juices deluging into her belly, Gemma screamed her submission to slavery over and over into her massive gag as her Master exercised his full, awesome power, pounding into her receptive heat until he reached his peak and his seed flooded into her contorting belly to trigger a second mighty climax of devastating proportions.
 
To her horror, even as she writhed in her release, the mouth returned to her sex, lapping at her engorged labia, drinking deep of her juices and beginning the cycle of wild arousal for a second time!
 
Clarissa, too, was in no better situation, to judge by her breathy squeals and the rhythmic jolting of her buttocks against Gemma's, but there was nothing either slavegirl could do to help the other and Gemma arched helplessly as a second Master buried his maleness to the hilt in her roiling belly and cruel fingers seized her nipples and nipple rings, caressing her flesh and tweaking the steel circlets randomly to send furious arousal and flashes of delicious pain spearing through her throbbing breasts.
 
The combination was far, far too much for Gemma and her belly convulsed in climax after climax, one blending into the next as she was forced way beyond her limits, into a limbo of sheer physical passion where nothing existed for her but the spinning vortex of her lust and the sexual demands imposed on her by her merciless Masters!
 
Her second Master locked rigid, his seed jetting into her belly and Gemma exploded into another pulverising climax as he pulsed deep within her, her brain numbed into submission by the incredible power and number of her orgasms.
 
Dangling from her bound wrists, shaken by continuing spasms and gasping for breath, Gemma whimpered piteously as he withdrew from her belly, horrified that the lips and tongue would return to foretell yet another devastating assault.
 
It did not happen and as Clarissa screamed in climax and her naked body juddered violently against her spine, Gemma dared to hope that the ordeal was over. Soft whispers and the shuffling of feet told her that her Masters had not left, but as seconds lengthened to minutes, the two trembling, sweat and sex stained slavegirls began to recover and relax.
 
Without warning and with only split seconds between them, Devil's Palms impacted with stinging force on the stretched flesh of each slave's upper thighs, the cruel slap of leather followed instantly by an anguished screech of shock and pain from each girl.
 
Fingers clawing vainly, each writhed and twisted in hopeless efforts to avoid the strokes, but the leather sought them out with unerring accuracy, although with far less force than the first blow.
 
Terrified, Gemma and Clarissa pleaded for mercy, but received none and their screams slowly changed to grunts of helpless anguish as the leather thongs flicked across their outthrust breasts and nipples and slapped gently between their thighs, bringing unwanted but unavoidable arousal as the whips rekindled the fires smouldering in their bellies.
 
Then, as each slavegirl surrendered to the cruel torment, unknown Masters took them ruthlessly, penetrating to the heated core of their femininity and teaching them their slavery with hard, fast lunges as the slavegirls whimpered and begged in their helpless need, defenceless against the men's strength and power as they demonstrated their absolute Mastery by forcing the slavegirls to submit unconditionally to their dominance.
 
Subjugated to the ultimate degree, Gemma and Clarissa climaxed within seconds of each other, their bodies writhing madly against each other as love juices crashed into their bellies and they came and came in obedience to the demands of their Masters.
 
It was a horrifying, but hugely erotic experience and as Gemma spasmed to the explosive power of her orgasm, she knew, beyond doubt, that she would never, never forget the thrill of it! Her whole body burned with a vibrant excitement she had never known before and she understood then, as she stood bound and climaxing for her Masters, the attraction of bondage from the slave's point of view!
 
She couldn't believe the depths of ecstasy she had plumbed and the sheer, pagan intoxication of complete submission and she gulped with nervous anxiety as a worrying doubt crept into her brain.
 
If she was forced to endure such incredible sensations for a whole year, would she ever be able to go back to the humdrum routine of normal life?
 
It was a shocking thought and as her hood was removed and her bonds untied by Masters who kissed her and congratulated her on her performance and fortitude, before taking her back to her room and locking her in, her brain went round in circles as the question refused to be ignored.
 
Always, she came back to the same central fact.
 
While she remained enslaved and in bondage, she had no choice.
 
 
But what of when her contract ended.....?

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