Sisters In Slavery

Chapter One-3

The return of Carlo underlined her utter defeat and she slumped trembling in her bonds as she was forced to accept her helplessness. The strapping Carlo brought was made of plastic, two inches wide and immensely strong, usually used to band and secure crates for transport, but, as Andrew had calculated, it could be used for other purposes.

Against the strength of the two men, Maxine knew that resistance was useless and lay still, conserving her energy as strapping encircled each of her ankles, knees, wrists and elbows, the ingenious one-way plastic buckles allowing the straps to be drawn taut on her flesh, but preventing the straps from loosening.

On her induction tour of the Company, she had seen the strapping used and knew, with a sinking feeling in the pit of her stomach, that it could not be released and would have to be cut from her when she was set free. If she was set free....

Turned onto her back and slid to one end of the Conference table, she gulped as her legs were pulled to one side and her left knee and ankle strapped to the heavy table leg.

The instant her ankle cuffs were released, she kicked out viciously with her right leg, tearing it loose from the men’s grip and feeling her shoe connect solidly.

Andrew reeled back, clutching his stomach where Maxine’s shoe had landed, but her pleasure at fighting back was short-lived, Carlo rushing forward to seize her flailing leg and yank it cruelly to her right, opening her wide and holding her as Dawnelle attached the strapping to secure her in a merciless spreadeagle.

Flat on her back and unable to see down past her own naked breasts, Maxine trembled in fear as she realised that her assault on Andrew, though deeply satisfying, had achieved nothing, except angering her captors. She was even more helplessly bound and had given them a reason to punish her! Too late, she wondered whether it might have been better to give in peacefully, but what was done was done and she had no choice but to put up with any consequences.

Andrew straightened slowly, rubbing his stomach and he scowled malevolently at the spreadeagled blonde. “Right,” he grated slowly, “so you want to play, do you?” He grabbed a strap. “Sit the b***h up,” he ordered, “I’ll teach her not to kick.”

As Dawnelle and Carlo raised Maxine’s torso, he reached behind her and threaded the strap through the straps encircling her elbows. Then, with a powerful pull, drew the strap taut.

Maxine hissed through her nose, shoulders straining back as her elbows were forced together until they met at the middle of her back, her breasts thrust forward lewdly by the remorseless tension and her arms a single, quivering column.

Maxine’s distress was evident, but Andrew was in no mood for sympathy. “Lay her down,” he said, “I wasn’t going to tie her that tightly, but it’s her own dam’ fault.”

“Quite right,” Dawnelle agreed forcefully, “slaves have to learn to obey. If I had my whip with me, I’d give her a real lesson!”

Carlo and Andrew stared at the tall redhead in amazement and Dawnelle gave a weak smile as she realised what she had said. “Oh,” her cheeks burned with embarrassment. “Well, anyway,” she tried to cover her confusion with a facade of toughness, “Yes, I do have a whip and yes, I do punish a slave if she steps out of line. I’m not ashamed of it. Slaves need to be reminded of their duties sometimes.”

Her eyes glittered as if to challenge the two men to say anything and Carlo chuckled softly. “I see. That explains a lot of things. I agree with you, Dawnelle. And do you have a slave, at present?”

“No, not at the moment. And it’s none of your business.”

Carlo grinned, “You seem to know a lot about slaves and whips, Dawnelle. Ever been on the receiving end yourself? Maybe I could help you out there, if you enjoy that sort of thing.”

Dawnelle stared at him contemptuously, “Not if you were the last man on earth,” she told him icily and for ten seconds there was complete silence in the room as the two glared at each other.

“Uh, well, we don’t have a, uh, whip,” Andrew said at last, “so we will just have to manage, won’t we?” and he moved quickly to stand between Maxine’s gaping thighs. “As she kicked me, Carlo, you won’t mind if I go first, will you?”

Carlo broke his staring match with Dawnelle; “Please yourself,” he said shortly, “I can wait.”

Maxine shook her head, pleading mutely for mercy, but was ignored and her body gave huge jerks as Andrew’s fingers explored the parted folds of her labia and slid into her s*x to send uncontrollable stimulation crashing through her belly as he forced her to respond to his touch.

Gasping and moaning, Maxine’s eyes bulged with anguish as her belly grew slippery with her juices despite everything she could do to resist the s****l heat he imposed upon her.

Fully aroused himself, he unzipped his trousers and Maxine screamed in a mixture of horror and enforced desire as his rigid shaft thrust deep into her belly, penetrating her with brutal ruthlessness. His hands gripped her hips and he lunged massively, grinding his pelvis against her, relishing her wide-eyed terror as he took her with no thought or consideration of her wishes or pleasure, “b***h!” he snarled. “You won’t kick me again, will you, eh?” He laughed aloud as she shuddered to the jolting impacts of his masculine power, her tightly bound body able only to take whatever he gave.

His thrusts grew faster and harder and Maxine wailed in surrender as Dawnelle’s fingers tugged and rolled her erect n*****s, the added stimulation triggering Maxine’s climax. Her spine arched, pressing her breasts upwards and deeper into the redhead’s grasp, while her belly juddered and pulsed to the release of explosive gouts of love juices that swamped her in liquid pleasure and she screamed in despairing ecstasy into her gag as blistering heat raged through her body.

Feeling her climax around and over his embedded shaft, Andrew gave a deep groan and his seed jetted in torrents into Maxine’s pounding belly, his release heightening and increasing her s****l passion as she surrendered to his total domination of her body. Sated, he slid from her even as her orgasm shook her belly with spasms of undiminished power. Her eyes widened with the knowledge of her own submission as she pulsed and quivered before his cruel gaze, unable to control the fury of her need or the shameful intensity of the lust still burning brightly in her body and which her orgasm had only served to intensify.

For the first time in her life, Maxine’s cool reserve had deserted her and she was helpless before the savagery of her own unmasked passions, unable to control, or even understand, the s****l frenzy which had, and was still, engulfing her! She whimpered in horror, frightened of herself, frightened of her captors but even more frightened of what her passion revealed about her. If she had been made to surrender so deeply, so quickly and so helplessly, what might that lead to in her future? When, as a slave, she would be forced to surrender repeatedly? To men who might be even more ruthless, even more cruel? In response to her terrifying vision of the future, Maxine’s belly spewed forth a further gush of heated love juices and she squealed in desperation, trying to deny to herself the awful, previously unsuspected possibility that she actually liked, perhaps even needed, to be dominated and subjugated!

Before she could calm her whirling brain, Carlo took Andrew’s place, a second rampant erection plunged into the boiling cauldron of her belly, driving out all reason in a tidal wave of crazed arousal, submission as Maxine was taken again, and her first orgasm blended into the next – and then the next. As her lusts and needs soared out of control and she writhed, screamed, and shuddered as her body surrendered totally to its enforced submission.

Carlo, like Andrew before him, used her fully and as his hips pumped to send his spend deep into her belly, Maxine locked rigid, her whole body vibrating as her love juices swirled down and she climaxed yet again, before collapsing into a limp, shaking huddle as her release tore through her.

Devastated and appalled at her own responses, she wept and sobbed as the three dominants moved to the other end of the table and relaxed in their seats, laughing and chuckling as they discussed her submissions and it was only as Andrew looked at his watch and wondered aloud what was keeping the Security Guards, that Maxine remembered her sister. Surely, there had been enough time for the men to capture Melissa if she had still been in Maxine’s car? Could it be that Melissa had already left before the men arrived, or had managed to escape their clutches? A wild thrill of hope filled Maxine’s brain. With Melissa free, there was a chance. Perhaps Morrison’s plot could be thwarted and Maxine saved from her fate. Please, Maxine prayed silently, please let Melissa have escaped.

Escaped and fetching the Police!