Sisters In Slavery

Chapter Two-1

Chapter Two

Melissa Osborne sat in her sister’s car, her eyes closed and her fingers tapping to the insistent beat of the latest pop music hit blasting out of the stereo system as she waited for Maxine to return from her meeting. A loud knock on the glass of the window startled her and her eyes sprang open as she turned her head to see a uniformed Security Guard looking in at her and a second standing nearby. She leaned forward and switched off the stereo, then cautiously lowered the window a couple of inches, “Yes? What is it?”

“Good evening, miss,” the man said, “your sister asked us to come down and find you. You’re wanted in the Conference room.”

“Me?” Melissa asked. “What for?”

“I wouldn’t know, miss,” the muscular Guard replied stolidly, “I was just instructed to find you.”

Melissa hesitated, puzzled, then shrugged her shoulders, reassured by the Company uniforms the men wore, “All right,” she said. “I’ll come up with you and find out,” and unlocked the car door. As she pushed the door open and swung her long, thigh-booted legs out, the two Guards glanced appreciatively at the generous expanse of leg revealed between the tops of her boots and the extremely short micro-skirt she was wearing.

The first Guard’s eyes flickered from her face to her clearly bra-less breasts under her tight sweater, then back again and Melissa suppressed a grin, well aware of the effect her appearance had on him. She was used to having men ogle her body and enjoyed the knowledge that they desired her and as the Guard pointed to the door Maxine had used, Melissa smiled sweetly at him and led the way, deliberately exaggerating the natural sway of her hips and feeling the men’s eyes feasting on her taut buttocks.

The second Guard hurried forward to hold the door open for her and she smiled again as his eyes swept over her breasts, “Thank you,” she said softly and walked through the door into a large lobby with the closed doors of a lift to her right and a long corridor ahead.

The outer door banged shut behind her and as Melissa half-turned towards the lift; the two Security Guards were upon her. Just like her sister, the attack caught Melissa completely unprepared and in seconds, her wrists were firmly handcuffed behind her back. Shocked by the suddenness of the attack, she goggled at the men, her lips working, but no sound emerging.

The first Guard laughed casually, “Take it easy, honey,” he said. “We’ve got you and there’s no-one around to hear you if you start yelling.”

“If you do,” the second man warned, holding up the roll of black sticky tape, “we’ll gag you with this.”

Melissa stared from one to the other and tugged vainly at her bound wrists, then licked her lips nervously as she found herself unable to get free.

“Wh-What is this?” she managed to stammer at last, “What’s g-going on? Why have you hand-handcuffed me and wh-what are you going to d-d-do?”

“Oh, don’t worry,” the first man told her, “we’re not going to hurt you, but the boss wants you tied up, just like we tied up your sister.”

“Maxine?” Melissa gasped. “She’s tied up, too?”

“She sure is. Seems like she found out something she wasn’t supposed to know, so the boss decided to send her somewhere she won’t be able to cause trouble by talking about it.”

“That’s right,” the other Guard confirmed, “and as you’re the only one likely to worry about what happened to her, you have to go as well. Nice and neat with no loose ends, you see.”

As the men explained, Melissa’s brain raced wildly. She had to get out of there, had to find a way of escaping from the two men and fetching help. But how?

As the second Guard knelt and fastened a steel cuff around her left ankle, obviously intending to tie her legs together, a mad, extremely risky plan flashed into her brain. Turning to the man who gripped her right arm, she lowered her eyes demurely and rubbed her breasts against his broad chest, “Uh, hold on a second, guys. Can’t we you know talk about this?” she whispered breathily. “Somewhere quiet, maybe. Where we won’t be, uh, disturbed.”

It was a desperate thing to do, but Melissa was desperate and even as she said the words, couldn’t believe the men would be taken in. Incredibly, though, it worked!

“Hang on, Joe,” the first Guard called, “we might as well see what the little lady has in mind.”

Joe clambered to his feet, leaving the open second cuff dangling from her ankle and Melissa shivered as the two men stared brazenly at her.

“OK, honey, talk to us and make it quick. We haven’t got all night.”

Melissa’s plan, such as it was, hadn’t really gone beyond avoiding having her ankles cuffed and she had to think fast, “Uh...Well look, guys. I-I don’t know what Maxine found out, but it’s nothing to do with me. I don’t know what’s going on and I don’t want to. If she’s in trouble, that’s her problem. I-I don’t even like her very much.” It was a lie, but the two men weren’t to know that.

“So?” Joe prompted. “Why should we care?”

“If you were to just let me go,” Melissa pulled her shoulders back and sucked in her stomach to emphasise her breasts. “I promise I wouldn’t say anything about all this and-and I’d be ever so grateful.”

The implication of her words was not lost on the men and Joe nodded slowly, his eyes fixed on her straining sweater. “How grateful?” he asked briefly.

Melissa knew she had to play out her deception to its logical conclusion. She began to wriggle her hips and breasts as sensually as she could. “As grateful as you’d both like,” she said softly, “I’ll do anything you want, I promise.”

The other Guard rubbed his chin, clearly tempted by what he saw, “I don’t know, Joe,” he said doubtfully. “What about the boss?”

“He won’t know, will he?” Joe retorted. “What’s the matter, Des, don’t you fancy her?”

“Of course I do, but we were supposed to cuff her and gag her, then leave her here while we collect her sister.”

“Bloody Hell!” Joe exploded in frustration. “OK, OK, so we gag her first, all right? See, I’ll do it right now,” and he tore a long strip of tape off the roll in his hand.

With Des still holding her by the elbow and not wanting to betray the fact that she had no intention of carrying out her promise to them, Melissa only had time for a short, unheeded protest, “No! I don’t want to be gagg.....!” before the tape stretched across her lips and silenced her.

Joe applied two more strips of tape in an “X” across Melissa’s lips, and then turned to his colleague, “There! Happy now?”

Des frowned, “If the boss finds out we let her go, we’ll both be sacked.”

“I know,” Joe agreed, smiling wolfishly, “but I didn’t say anything about letting her go, now did I?”

Melissa’s eyes bulged in shock as Joe grinned at her and she trembled in horror as she realised that he had never intended to carry out his side of the bargain just as she had never meant to honour her side!

Des laughed, “You evil sod!” he said admiringly. “You were just having her on.”

“Damn right I was,” Joe confirmed with a barked laugh. “This is a good job and I’m not about to mess it up. Not even for a chick as tasty as her!”

Melissa didn’t wait to hear any more. With a despairing wrench, she tore her elbow from Des’s grasp and took to her heels, straight down the corridor ahead of her.

“Quick! Grab her!”

“Stop, you b***h!”

Melissa’s high-heeled boots were not designed for running and her handcuffed wrists bumped uncomfortably against her buttocks as she made her bid to escape. Her nostrils flaring as she sucked in great gasps of air and whimpering in fear as she heard the heavy boots of her pursuers pounding down the corridor behind her. She reached a junction and skidded around the corner to her right. It was a split-second decision – and it was wrong. Twenty yards ahead, a floor-to-ceiling roller door barred her way and she looked frantically around for some other way out.

The wall to her right was solid brick with a round wooden rail stretching from end to end about four feet off the ground, while the left was half-glass and half-partition, giving a view into some sort of despatch area. Neither had doors and Melissa was well and truly trapped!

Des and Joe charged around the corner, braking to a halt as they saw Melissa with her back to the steel shutters, her eyes wide with horror. “Got you,” Joe said with satisfaction and walked slowly forward.

Squealing in misery, Melissa tried to dodge past him, but she didn’t have a chance, his big hands grabbing her and spinning her round. With Des’s help, she was forced back against the rail where, despite her furious resistance, her wrists were released and then re-secured around the strong wood so that she couldn’t move away.

The two men grinned as she pulled and tugged at the rail and, at length, she was forced to accept that she was never going to be able to break free and gave up her futile struggle.

“About time,” Joe said, “now, keep still. Don’t even think about trying to kick me.”

Melissa was too despondent for any further fight and stood passively, trembling as he bent to her cuffed left ankle, but to her astonishment and anguish, he did not lock her limbs together. Instead, he pulled her left leg out and up and snapped the open cuff around one of the metal brackets securing the rail to the wall.

His unexpected action left Melissa standing on one leg, the other stretched out wide to her side and her black leather micro-skirt rucked up around her hips. In disbelief, she stared first at her securely fastened ankle, then with growing anxiety down to the joint of her parted thighs. A triangle of bright red satin was clearly visible below the hem of her skirt and Melissa shuddered, knowing that the men had an even clearer view of her flimsy panties than she did. Even more frightening, she was unable to move the leg she was standing on or alter her position without risking a dangerous fall. Posed like a ballerina and bound to the rail, she couldn’t do anything!

The men, however, could – and did! Joe took hold of her sweater and as Melissa squealed in panic, pulled it up over her head, baring her naked breasts and effectively blindfolding her at the same time.

“Oh, baby,” he leered, “will you look at those beauties?” His hands clamped on her twin globes and as his thumbs and index fingers tweaked her offered n*****s, Melissa shrieked into her gag and her torso writhed in vain attempts to evade his touch.

His previous doubts forgotten in the heat of the moment, Des joined in, wrenching Melissa’s flimsy panties from her body with a savage tug, revealing her blonde triangle of curly pubic hair and the defenceless pink cleft of her s*x.

Unable to see or prevent what was happening to her, Melissa screamed and moaned in terror as the men plundered her body, her breasts swelling and n*****s growing achingly hard and the delicate and exquisitely sensitive lining of her s*x becoming moist and slick as Des’s fingers caressed and probed her without mercy. Horribly powerful arousal stormed through her bound body, Melissa whimpered, and sobbed in helpless need as, for the only time in her life, she found herself in a situation she could not control.

Joe gave a cruel pinch to each of her n*****s, then stepped back as she groaned, “I reckin’ it’s time she paid out on her promise, eh, Des? Anything we want, that’s what she said and I sure know what I want!”

Des nodded, his fingers never ceasing to torment Melissa, “Yeah. Me too. We’ll have to be quick, though.”

“OK, then. You want to go first?”

“Sure,” he agreed and as Melissa shuddered in dread, he stood up, unzipped his trousers and plunged his rigid maleness straight into her glistening s*x.

Melissa screamed as she was impaled, but Des was in no mood to hold back and thrust again and again, imposing his will upon her until she sobbed in defeated misery. He gathered himself and gave a final mighty lunge and as his spend gushed into her ravaged belly, she wept in despair as an orgasm she definitely did not want and had really tried not to have, swept over her.

Melissa’s humiliation was intense as her belly pulsed and spasmed and she was actually glad that her sweater hid her face, for she could not bear the thought of seeing the man’s arrogant pleasure as she was made to submit to his power over her. He had forced her to respond and come even though she had not wanted to and her mind quailed to the shame of knowing she had been unable to resist his brutal violation.