Slaves of the Circle T

Chapter Two-1

Chapter Two

When the sun rose on the second day of Cassie’s captivity, it found her still awake, her naked body still tightly bound and filled with tingling anticipation.

At various times during the long night, she had tested her bondage to check whether she could escape, finding on each occasion that the rope, which bound her had not loosened and that every failure to free herself intensified her submissive excitement at her situation.

As the sky above her brightened to a pale, cloudless blue, she gazed across at the blanket covered shapes of her captors, trembling gently with anticipation of the moment when they would wake and their fingers and lips would resume their ruthless assault on her body.

When they did, she knew that she would submit fully and deeply, if not entirely willingly, for her whole body burned and seethed with heat she could not extinguish and she was thrillingly conscious that it would need only their touch to send her spinning into the climax that lurked just beneath the surface of her smooth belly.

She would be forced to surrender and as she imagined the frantic responses that could, and doubtless would, be extracted from her, Cassie shivered to the knowledge that her willing submission to their dominance was the only possible outcome of her captivity.

It was only a matter of time and unless she was rescued or managed to escape, it was inevitable that she would become their s*x slave, an obedient, fiercely responsive female toy, to be aroused and taken and used for their pleasure, her body their playground as they lived out whatever dreams and fantasies they cared to impose upon her.

The prospect should have been a terrifying one for Cassie, but during the long night she had faced it and found, to her intense surprise, that her terror was diluted by a fascination she would never have believed herself capable of feeling.

To have to obey and submit to complete strangers was surely unthinkable, but she had not only thought it, but found it to be appallingly exciting and as she waited helplessly for whatever the day would bring, could not help but wonder whether it might not be her eventual fate?

One of the sleeping figures stirred and sat up, then rose to his feet and moved towards her, seemingly unconcerned by his nakedness.

“Still here, then?” Tom gave a broad grin. “I guess you must have enjoyed yesterday. I know I did.”

Cassie flushed and averted her eyes from his hard erection, then swallowed anxiously as he added, “I reckon I’m going to enjoy today, as well,” and his eyes took in the taut globes of her breasts, each topped with a stone-hard n****e.

He chuckled, “Well, I mustn’t chat with you all day. Lots of work to be done, you know. But as I’m here, I reckon I might as well start the day right,” and he knelt to untie the ropes that secured her ankles.

Cassie’s arousal burned like a blowtorch as he gripped one of her ankles in each hand and spread her wide, then she gave a breathy squeal of immediate submission as his maleness slid smoothly into her belly, his entry made easy by her readiness and the slickly lubricated channel of her s*x.

He chuckled again at finding her so well prepared. “Must have been an interesting night,” he commented, then began to take her with long, powerful thrusts.

Hopelessly aroused before he even came to her, Cassie climaxed at once as she felt his shaft penetrate her and as she pulsed and her juices rained down over him, she moaned with pleasure and the delicious helplessness of her bondage.

Tom grinned down at her, savouring the immediacy of her submission to him, then raised the tempo of his thrusts, building his desire and hers towards final release.

He let go of her ankles to capture her breasts and as his fingers rolled her n*****s, Cassie threw her legs around his waist in an attempt to draw him deeper into her belly and trigger the second, far more powerful orgasm she could feel welling up within her.

In response, Tom gave half a dozen fast lunges, each more powerful than the one before and as his throbbing shaft speared to the core of her seething belly, Cassie squealed her fervid surrender and a boiling wave of love juices erupted to meet the powerful jets of his spend as they climaxed in unison.

For long endless moments, captor and captive were united in passion, their bodies clamped together, but then, as Tom raised himself on his elbows and chuckled, “Pretty good, baby. You’ve just earned yourself some breakfast,.” Cassie understood that the ecstasy they had just shared, changed nothing and that she was still his prisoner.

He rose to his feet and ambled over to his bed, pulling on his clothes and shaking Earl awake before re-lighting the fire and starting to prepare food and coffee.

Tethered by her neck to the peg hammered into the ground, Cassie lay still, her belly trembling in the aftermath of her submission and her nostrils twitching to the aroma of coffee, hoping that Tom would keep his promise and feed her, because she was absolutely ravenous.

Ravenous and totally dependent on his satisfaction with her for everything, even her food.

In that sudden flash of insight, Cassie saw the reality of her position and her blue eyes opened wide to a blistering jolt of raw excitement as she recognised the full extent of the men’s power over her and understood that they would be content with nothing less than her complete and utter submission as the obedient and responsive s*x slave that they clearly intended her to be no matter how difficult or humiliating it might be for her.

Her belly swirled with furious heat as she faced the choice between giving in to them or trying to resist and escape, but there was really no option and she knew it.

How could she resist when she was tied up and her own body betrayed her?

Cassie took a deep breath, then made the biggest mistake of her life, she allowed her body to overrule her brain and decided to pretend to be a slave, in the hope that the men would relax and give her the chance to escape.

She could not know it, but it was an error that was to cost her dearly, far more dearly than she could ever imagine.

Almost as if they had been waiting for her to make her mind up, Tom and Earl finished their food and brought some over to her, releasing the rope to her neck and pulling the leather gag from her mouth, then helping her to sit up.

She worked the stiffness from her jaws, keeping her eyes averted from their faces, but couldn’t suppress a shiver of undeniable excitement as Tom offered her food and she had to eat from his fingers.

Mistaking her reaction for fear, Tom chuckled. “Relax, girl, we aren’t going to hurt you. Come on, drink this coffee,” and she obeyed, draining the mug.

When she had finished, he took the mug away and stayed with her as Earl went to where the horses were tethered and brought one over and Cassie gulped as he dropped a bunch of short ropes at her feet.

“On your knees, legs apart,” Earl ordered brusquely. “We’ve got a long way to ride today.”

She looked at him, then at the ropes and whispered, “Do you…Do you h..have to t..tie me up again? I won’t try to r..run away. I give you my w..word.”

“I’m damn sure you won’t, girl,” he retorted. “Not once all that’s on you. Now, do as you’re told.”

Cassie stole a brief glance at Tom, but one look at his face told her that she was wasting her time hoping for any help in that direction, because he just grinned and pointed one finger to the ground.

Knowing it was useless, she tried again, “Please?” she asked humbly. “You can trust me, really you can. I’ll be g..good, but I don’t…don’t want to be tied up again.”

“Tough.” Earl snapped harshly. “Now, shut up, or we’ll gag you.” And Cassie trembled as Tom added, “He means it, honey. So unless you’d rather be tied behind my horse and made to run, you’d best keep real quiet.”

Cassie knew he was not joking and sank to her knees, her eyes round with fear as she was forced to obey.

Rope looped around each ankle, knotted firmly and she sat back on her heels as it was passed twice around the very tops of her thighs to hold her legs doubled under her.

Unable to rise from her knees, she winced as her elbows were squeezed together behind her back and lashed together, but dared not protest in case she was gagged.

More rope encircled her waist, binding her arms tightly to the small of her back and she moaned in anguish as Earl stood back to inspect his handiwork, his eyes on her jutting breasts.

“Nice, partner, very nice,” Tom said approvingly. “But how come you haven’t put a crupper on her?”

Earl grinned evilly and nodded, then picked up a short length of rope, “Great idea, pal. We don’t want her getting bored, now do we?”

Cassie had no idea what a crupper was, but soon found out as he knotted the rope to the one around her waist, passed it through between her legs and tugged firmly.

She gave a shrill squeal and jerked her legs together as the rope embedded itself between the spread lips of her s*x, but she was too late, her desperate reaction only forcing the crupper deeper into her belly and her eyes bulged as she felt her body invaded.

“No.” she begged. “No, please. Take it out, take it out, please. Don’t do this to me,” but the men only laughed as Earl tugged the rope a second time and knotted it securely in place.

Whimpering in horror, Cassie wrenched at her bonds, then froze in disbelief as the crupper worked its way further into her belly, her eyes filling with shock as she realised that movement on her part, any movement, would have the same result.

Earl reached down casually to roll her n*****s and as shattering arousal shot through her breasts, Cassie screamed and writhed to his touch, then screamed again as the crupper slid through her labia, sending a massive jolt of submissive heat scorching directly into her belly.

“Give me a hand, Tom,” Earl took his fingers from her breasts, but the damage was already done and as the two men lifted her and placed her on the saddle of the horse, Cassie shuddered to the feel of their hands on her naked flesh and her s*x oozed wet juices onto the leather beneath her as a rope was passed under the belly of the animal and knotted around her knees to prevent her falling off.

The men grinned up at her. “Comfortable, baby?” Earl sneered cruelly and as she flushed in shame, sent his hand to her belly, caressing the pinkly engorged folds of her rope-bisected labia.

Cassie climaxed instantly, her neck arching as she screamed her frantic submission and her belly convulsing to release a stream of silvery love juices to trickle down over the rope buried in her s*x as she came, her eyes wide with shock and humiliation at his arrogant pillaging of her helplessness.

“Randy b***h,” he told her cheerfully. “I hardly touched you. Still, that’s probably just as well, where you’re going,” and he pulled his hand from her body.

As they led her horse over to where theirs waited, then swung up into their saddles and rode off with her horse’s reins gripped in Earl’s hand, Cassie swallowed nervously, feeling rapidly growing doubts about the wisdom of the decision she had made.

It was one thing to pretend to be a slave, but quite another to genuinely be a slave and she was suddenly and frighteningly unsure which she really was.

Her bondage, her helplessness and the devastating power of her climaxes were all too real, as was the unwanted stimulation that was transmitted into her flooded belly at every step of the horse she rode, and the chances of her deceiving her captors and escaping, somehow seemed a lot less likely and far harder to achieve than when she had first conceived the idea.