Sisters In Slavery

Chapter Two-2

Des pulled out from her quivering belly and smiled at his colleague as Melissa sagged in her bonds, “Not bad,” he said casually, “not bad at all.”

“So I saw,” Joe grinned, “pity we haven’t got more time with her.”

“You’ll manage,” Des laughed, “I’ll take my time going back upstairs and I’ll tell the boss you’re guarding her to make sure she doesn’t run away again. You should have about ten minutes or so. Will that do you?”

“Hell, yes. In ten minutes I’ll have her eating out of my hand!” Joe boasted. Melissa moaned bitterly, understanding that she was to be taken a second time.

As Des strolled away and turned the corner, Joe sent his fingers to Melissa’s wetly glistening s*x to stroke and fondle the engorged pink folds of her labia and roll the hard, protruding nub of her fleshy c******s.

Melissa’s previous climax had hardly even begun to wane and as his hands moved on, and into her body, unbearable arousal seared through her belly. It was too soon and far, far too much, she screamed abject pleas for mercy into her gag, twisting, and writhing madly as the intense stimulation sent her reeling into a frenzied inferno of lust and submission to her enforced passion. Scalding love juices flooded her belly as she came uncontrollably and she shook her head in appalled horror, unable to believe that such feelings could exist and that her body could be made to surrender so utterly...and so easily! s*x as she had previously known it, had always been a gentle, loving act.

A mutual sharing of pleasure, for the enjoyment and delight of both participants entered into willingly, in the expectation that both were equal and both were entitled to the rewards and joys of lovemaking. The merciless pillaging that Melissa was now forced to endure, was something completely different and her previous experiences could never have prepared her for its effects upon her.

Her body juddered and bucked as the orgasm crashed over her, but the flames of her need, far from being extinguished, raged even hotter and her moans of despair began to give way to moans of longing and pleading as her resistance crumbled. Melissa tried everything she knew to resist the treacherous betrayal of her body, but as with Des, was forced to succumb to the overwhelming power of her need, her brain no longer able to exert control over the devastating physical responses extracted from her sweat-streaked body.

Exulting in his absolute dominance over the hapless blonde bound so defencelessly before him, Joe could contain himself no longer and freed his massive, rock-hard erection to send it spearing to the depths of Melissa’s gaping s*x, his penetration aided by the copious juices oozing from her love-cleft. Her hips arched to meet him, her internal muscles sucking him into the wet heat of her belly and he laughed in cruel triumph as he felt the unmistakable signals of her surrender.

He seized the wooden rail behind her and pulled with all his strength, crushing his body to hers, almost lifting her from the floor with the power of his thrusts as his thick shaft pistoned into the innermost core of her being. Her belly shuddered and her breasts vibrated madly as she came again, but Melissa was quite powerless to control her responses and shrieked in misery even as her body exploded in molten tribute to his ruthless strength. Deep in her reeling brain as blistering waves of ecstasy raged through her, Melissa felt the first, faint stirrings of a horrifying reality begin to take root. There was pleasure to be found in being so utterly helpless!

She shook her head in denial, telling herself that such things could not be, that she must continue to resist, that she hated her bondage and the men who used her so cruelly but Melissa could not deny the evidence of her own body. The climaxes which overwhelmed her, the stimulation which raged through her breasts and belly, the undreamed-of depth and intensity of her surrenders, the furious passion generated by her inability to move or protest at what the men had done to her – these could not be denied. Melissa’s eyes opened wide in shocked understanding as she realised that the white heat of her desires could never have been unleashed without the tight bonds securing her limbs and the gag sealing her lips. Without them, the men could never have treated her with such merciless arrogance and she could never have allowed herself to submit to them with such shameful ease. Once bound and gagged, though, the situation had changed...

No longer able to control what was done to her, Melissa had become the defenceless target of their male lusts and fantasies and the outcome had been inevitable. For Melissa, too, bondage had changed everything, her shame and fear turned to helpless submission and unbearable desire as she found herself at the mercy of two strong men, her body offered and open for their pleasure and use. There had been nothing she could have done to save herself and that stark fact outweighed all others.

Held captive and subjected to a devastating attack which she could not avoid, Melissa had been forced to surrender – and in doing so, been propelled to heights of arousal and need far beyond her ability to control. It was not her fault, no woman could have tried harder, but she had been defeated and knew that, while she remained a bound prisoner, men would always be able to force her to submit to them, no matter how hard she fought to resist! The knowledge sent a fresh wave of heated juices flooding into her belly as she remembered that both she and her sister were captives. What if they were not going to be set free? What if they were kept tied up? What if they were forced to submit to other men? Melissa whimpered in terrible anguish. What if… What if she liked it?

Her belly juddered helplessly and Joe gave a deep grunt, his embedded shaft twitching and jerking as he reached his peak.

Melissa squealed shrilly as his spend jetted into her belly to mix with the hot, swirling maelstrom of her orgasms, triggering yet another gush of her juices as she felt him come deep within her to set the seal of his dominance over her. Spasming in climax, sweating and trembling in her bonds, Melissa sobbed as he pulled from her belly and she felt a wet trail of love juices trickle slowly from her yawning s*x and down over her thigh as she balanced on her right leg. She couldn’t even see him, for he did not remove the sweater pulled up over her head and she sobbed again, knowing what a shamefully erotic picture she must present.

“Horny little b***h, aren’t you?” Joe sneered. “I enjoyed having you. Shame you’re being sent away, really. I wouldn’t mind having you around, especially on the night shift.”

He fell silent and Melissa shuddered, aware of his eyes on her body and of the disgraceful shiver of excitement his words sent rippling up her spine as she imagined being kept tied up and naked, locked away somewhere, to be brought out and taken whenever he or Des felt the urge. Such feelings were very alien to Melissa – or had been before that night – and as she struggled to come to terms with them, she heard the distant whine of the lift doors opening and the sound of several sets of footsteps approaching.

As he approached the Boardroom, Des reviewed the excuse he would give for taking so long. Satisfied, he swung open the doors and marched in, his eyes immediately drawn to the naked blonde spreadeagled on the huge table, her gaping thighs liberally stained with silvery trails. He tore his eyes away with a huge effort and saluted his boss, Andrew Morrison, then began his report, “The second girl has been captured and bound as you ordered, sir.” He said, “It took longer than expected, sir, as she tried to escape. My partner has stayed with her, sir. Just to be quite certain.”

Morrison nodded, “Very well, a sensible precaution. Where is she?”

“In the corridor by the loading dock, sir.”

“Good. That’s where we want her. OK, now release her legs, but watch her closely. She kicks.”

Dawnelle laughed coldly and tossed Des the scissors, “You’ll need these.”

Maxine groaned bitterly and her blue eyes filled with tears as she heard that Melissa had not escaped, but was sensible enough to realise that any attempt on her part to resist again would be doomed to failure, lying still as the three Directors rose from their chairs to form a semi-circle around her as Des cut the straps binding her legs to the table.

“Get her on her feet,” Morrison ordered. Des grabbed her, pulling her onto the floor and holding her strapped-together elbows in a firm grip.

“Keep quite still!” Carlo Crespi snapped. Maxine shivered as he bent and linked her ankles together with another strap, allowing her about a foot of freedom.

“Right. Take her down to the loading bay.”

As Des gave her a shove, Maxine stumbled forward, almost falling as the strap between her ankles tightened suddenly and restricted her to tiny, awkward steps. Escape was impossible and as Maxine made her slow and painful way out of the Boardroom and into the waiting lift, hot tears of misery rolled down her gagged cheeks, her despair compounded as Dawnelle taunted her, “Slut!” the redhead hissed furiously. “Hot little tart! I hope I get the chance to give you the whipping you deserve!”

Maxine shivered in horror. Why was the redhead so angry with her, so determined to punish her? Wasn’t it enough that Maxine had been bound, gagged, and taken by the two male Directors? That she was to be enslaved in a foreign land.

The lift sighed to a stop, the doors slid open and Maxine was pushed forward and down a long corridor, her fears growing as she stumbled towards a fate she could not avoid.

A muffled scream of horror burst from Maxine’s nose as she turned the corner towards the loading bay and saw her sister. Still balanced on one leg, her naked breasts and s*x showing all too clearly the torments she had been made to endure, Melissa was equally as helpless and vulnerable as Maxine herself – and any last, faint hope died at the shocking sight.

Dawnelle took the scissors back from Des and as she began to slice through the leather of Melissa’s crumpled skirt, the captive blonde squealed shrilly, unable to see what was happening. The leather fell away and Dawnelle turned her attention to the sweater over Melissa’s head, cutting and tearing it away until her wild, bulging eyes and gagged, sweat streaked face stared wildly up at the tall redhead.

“Hmm,” Andrew Morrison commented casually, “Twins in every respect, it appears.” The twin sisters shuddered in unison as his cold eyes swept over their naked bodies, assessing two pairs of full matching breasts, two pairs of slim, well-shaped legs and the softly curving roundness of belly and buttocks.

Joe straightened as Morrison looked at him, “I see you did not waste your time with this young lady,” he said calmly.

“Sir,” Joe replied respectfully, “she tried to escape, sir.”

“Oh, no need to be nervous,” Morrison chuckled, “I certainly don’t mind and as she’s going to be enslaved anyway, she will have to get used to it, won’t she?” He ignored Melissa’s stunned whimper as she learned what her future was to be and nodded at Carlo Crespi, “Do you still have the straps, Carlo?”

He did and as Melissa tugged vainly at her bonds; he fitted one to each of her wrists, elbows, knees and ankles, exactly as he had done to Maxine. When he had finished, Morrison ordered Joe to release Melissa’s handcuffs.

Conscious that he was being watched by his boss, Joe gave her not even a small chance to escape, leaving her left ankle cuffed to the rail so that she could not possibly make a fool of him by resisting successfully. In seconds, she was cuffed once again and only then did he release her ankle and take a firm grip on her left arm.

“Very good. Take these slaves to the loading bay,” Morrison ordered and as the two girls were marched out, they trembled helplessly as the word “slave” was applied to them for the first time.