Slaves of the Circle T

Chapter One-3

“Yeah, Earl” he said calmly, “No doubt about it. She’s a real hot one, right enough.”

“You going to have her again, now?” his partner asked. “I reckon I’m ready.”

“No, I think I’ll leave her for a bit,” Tom replied. “There’s no hurry. It’s not as if she’s going anywhere, is it? She’ll still be here when I’m good and ready. I’ll go get the other horses and make camp over there,” he pointed to a level patch of grass a short distance away. “You bring her on over when you’ve finished with her.”

Earl nodded and as Tom strolled away, turned his attention to Cassie.

Unlike the first time he had taken her, this time Earl was in no hurry at all and took it slowly, settling himself comfortably on the soft sand beside her and running his hands over every inch of her smooth, warm flesh, enjoying the feel of her body and savouring the knowledge that he could have her whenever he wanted.

Completely at his mercy, Cassie trembled and gasped as every nerve ending became sensitised to his touch, her skin tingling as her arousal built to a fever pitch of excitement and liquid heat filled her belly.

His fingers slid over her swollen breasts, toyed with the rigid buttons of her n*****s, caressed the slippery folds of her labia, but always for only a few seconds, more than enough to keep her at the very brink of a climax, but denying her the release she needed and craved.

Aroused and frustrated almost beyond bearing, Cassie would have begged him to finish the job and take her, but the leather belt wedged between her teeth would not allow her to and she could only chew on her gag and take what pleasure she could from her enforced subjugation, until he chose to end her anguish.

How long she was made to endure the torment, she would never know, but to her it felt like an eternity and was more than long enough for her shame at the maddened responses of her body, to fade and be replaced by acceptance of his will and a growing desire to submit.

She stopped fighting her bonds and her eyes grew soft as she allowed herself to sink into a warm, wet haze of sensual pleasure, her body aglow with heat as she surrendered to the seduction of sheer physical gratification.

Spiralling rapidly down into a world with which she was ill-equipped to cope, Cassie didn’t know that the journey was a one-way trip, or that the deliciously thrilling sense of submission she felt as Earl caressed her, was only a tiny foretaste of what lay in store for her….

Blissfully ignorant of the fact that she had unwittingly taken the first step on a long, hard and frequently painful road that could only end in her total and permanent subjugation as a s*x slave, Cassie greeted the entry of Earl’s straining erection into her body with a wordless scream of ecstasy and as he thrust and lunged with the full power of his lean and muscular frame, she arched her back to meet him, aiding in her own ravaging and coming again and again as he took her and her juices flooded her belly as she submitted.

He used her fully, sparing her nothing and by the time his spend jetted into her belly and he rolled from her, she was gasping from her exertions and her spasming body was coated in sweat and sand.

“You need to cool off and clean up, honey,” he told her and without another word, lifted her in his strong arms, walked into the sea until he was waist deep, then dropped her.

Cassie went right under, water shooting up her nose and into her mouth as she sank, but then his hand gripped her jaw and he towed her coughing, spluttering body back to the shallows, laughing all the way.

“There you go, honey,” he said, grinning. “All nice and clean and ready for Tom. Nice bath, was it?”

She glared up at him furiously, to no effect and his indifference to her anger and humiliation reminded her forcibly that she was not his equal, but his captive.

He had wanted to clean the sand from her body and had simply chosen the quickest and most efficient way of doing it.

Regardless of her views on the matter.

Her anger died away and she gulped nervously, wondering whether her views and wishes would ever be taken into account and suspected that they would not.

If what she had been told was true, she would be in no position to express any sort of opinion and she gave a shiver of apprehension.

“I’m going to untie your legs now,” he told her. “Then you’re going to walk up the beach ahead of me, nice and slow. Don’t try anything stupid, you wouldn’t make it to the water. We rode you down once and we can do it again. Only then we wouldn’t be as nice to you as we have been so far and you really wouldn’t like that because Tom and me can be pretty tough if you force us into it.”

Suiting his actions to his words, he rolled her over and released the rope holding her in the hogtie and untied her ankles, then stood back, watching her carefully.

For a wonderful moment when he said he was going to untie her legs, Cassie thought she was going to be freed completely and her spirits soared, but then they sank to rock-bottom again as she understood that any freedom was going to be of short duration and extremely limited.

Despite his warning not to try anything, she did think about making a run for it as her ankles were released, but thought better of it when she tried to straighten her legs and found that her muscles were so stiff after her bondage that she doubted if she could walk, let alone run.

In any case, she certainly couldn’t outrun a horse, especially with her arms still securely bound behind her back.

“Move it, honey,” Earl ordered and Cassie struggled awkwardly to her feet and trudged unwillingly up the beach to where Tom waited.

She didn’t want to obey, but knew she had no choice and her sense of submission and helplessness increased as she walked up to where Tom stood and then stopped, waiting passively to be told what to do next.

“Sit down and cross your ankles.”

Rope snaked around her limbs, drawn taut and firmly knotted and Cassie’s brief freedom was over as she became a helpless prisoner once more.

And a prisoner she remained as Tom and Earl lit a fire, then cooked and ate a simple meal, but gave her nothing.

Hungry and tired, she could only watch miserably as they ate, then began to prepare their beds and it was no comfort at all to her when Tom joked that he might feed her in the morning.

Provided, he chuckled, that she was good to him when he took her.

With their beds ready and the light beginning to fade from the sky, he then secured her for the night, taking two pegs and a large hammer from his saddlebag, driving one into the ground near her feet, the other behind her head and roping her ankles and neck to them.

Flat on her back and unable to turn over or curl up, she was easy prey for his fingers and lips, her n*****s stiffening to aching rigidity as he aroused her, then left her with a mocking, “Sleep well, baby, I’ll see you in the morning,” as she whimpered in misery and unsatisfied need.

Need that grew steadily stronger as the night, her first in bondage, slowly passed and vivid images of the events of the day unreeled in her memory.

Sleep was out of the question, for the discomfort of her bound wrists and ankles, the throbbing of her aching n*****s and the churning of her belly, all conspired with the mental pictures in her brain to make rest impossible.

This couldn’t be happening to her, it must be a nightmare or some kind of

hallucination.

She couldn’t really be bound and gagged, staked out and naked, could she?

Staring up at the star filled blackness above her, she whimpered softly into her gag as she remembered the touch of hands and lips on her naked body, the feel of hardened flesh penetrating her belly, the devastating ecstasy of her enforced surrenders as she was taken without mercy and as she thought of the morning when she would again be used and tormented by her captors, the submissive heat which smouldered in her belly ignited into a slow-burning fire.