Gemma (16 page)

In a matter of seconds, the suspended brunette was returned to the inferno of helplessly submissive lust she had been forced to undergo once before and she trembled in her bonds as her nipples and belly responded uncontrollably to the firm touch of her Masters, her body filling with white hot arousal as she was propelled towards an unavoidable climax.

One hand strayed from her throbbing nipples and Gemma threw her head from side to side in futile pleading as fingers burrowed through the luxuriant triangle of dark curls between her thighs and found the fleshy button of her clitoris!

Unbearable jolts of overwhelming arousal shot through Gemma's shuddering body and she screamed in abject surrender and awful, delirious ecstasy as the fingers of her Masters forced her over the precipice of her need and into a thundering, spinning vortex of sheer animal gratification as her orgasm burst unstoppably into her shaking, spasming belly!

Penetrated at front and rear, no defence possible or, by that stage, even wanted, Gemma could hold nothing back and pulsed and juddered and screamed in joyous, unconditional welcome as torrents of scalding love juices rained down into her belly to blend with the swirling, bubbling whirlpool of her intense desires as she came again and again.

Even the knowledge of her all too obvious subjugation could not dim Gemma's sexual ecstasy, nor quell the furious passions unleashed within her and she gasped for breath, uncaring of her bonds and her collar and her enslavement as pulse after pulse of pure, raw pleasure ripped through her belly to set her spasming afresh.

Minutes slipped by unnoticed as Gemma explored the unsuspected depths of her own passions, but all things, no matter how pleasurable, eventually pass and her orgasm slowly waned to a warm, delicious memory as she returned, most unwillingly, to the reality of her surroundings.

"Welcome back, slave," the ironic greeting brought a flush to Gemma's neck, "You climax well to your Masters' touch. It is to be hoped that you will give pleasure as well as you receive it, slave, for it is unwise for a slave to disappoint her Masters," and his lips curved in a mirthless grin.

There was no mistaking the meaning, or the unspoken threat, behind his words and Gemma's

flush deepened.

His next words confirmed her fears, "We are going to let you down and untie your legs in a moment. Then you can show us just how pleasing a slave you are. But first, watch and learn, slavegirl."

He took a step backwards, rejoining his silent partner and Gemma's eyes bulged with fearful dread as her second Master produced two sinister looking riding crops and handed one to his companion.

"Oh, don't worry, slave. So far, we are quite satisfied with your performance. You are not going to be whipped...or at least, not yet! This is simply a demonstration of what can happen to you if you do not continue to satisfy us...." and the two men walked forward and took up a position on each side of Gemma's dangling body.

Her muffled whimpers of panic and frantic struggles to distance her naked flesh from their cruel whips, only set her body swinging a few inches back and forth and the men chuckled, knowing that she could never hope to escape.

A crop reached out, its tip flicking lightly across her right buttock and Sally's body flinched instinctively, as if she had actually been struck. Then the second crop pecked at her belly and she winced again, although the leather caused her no pain.

A dozen or more times, crops touched her gently, all over her buttocks, up and down her thighs and across her lower belly, never hurting, but sending an unmistakable message that they could if she failed to be pleasing!

In a final chilling warning, both Masters set their crops tapping and flicking at the upper and lower slopes of Gemma's tender breasts and the panting brunette realised that even these sensitive areas could become targets for punishment if the men were dissatisfied with her. It was a salutary lesson and one she took to heart as she was lowered to the floor and her legs untied. As soon as she could, Gemma struggled to her knees and adopted the submission position she had been taught, offering her body to her Masters in the hope that they would be pleased.

They clearly were and showed their appreciation of her by twirling her presented nipples in their fingers and enjoying her wide eyed battle to remain in position as the twin buds hardened into trembling rigidity!

Tormented almost beyond bearing, Gemma staggered to her feet and spread her legs wide in response to a terse command from her giant Master. Towering over her, dwarfing and dominating her by the sheer presence of his muscular physique, he waited until he had her full, anxious attention. Then, he peeled off his shirt to reveal his broad chest and smiled into Gemma's gagged face as his hand dropped to rub the massive bulge straining at the front of his trousers.

Fascinated despite herself, she couldn't help staring and her belly gave a convulsive lurch in appalled anticipation.

Distracted by the sight before her, she was too slow to react as the man behind looped the webbing strap around her wrists. She twisted her neck to stare down over her left shoulder and swallowed hard as she realised that her arms were securely linked to the hoist.

Horrified understanding swamped into her brain, drowning out the voice of reason telling her that she had no chance of escape and Gemma broke her pose, jerking wildly at her arms and stumbling forward in her efforts to get away.

Her Masters made no attempt to stop her, their eyes gleaming as her naked body twisted and writhed in her struggles to shake the webbing loop from her wrists and Gemma whimpered hopelessly as she reached the limit of the hoist's scope and could go no further, no matter how hard she pulled.

"All right, slave. You've had your fun. Now it's our turn."

The "Frenchman" strolled casually over to the hoist as he spoke and began to pull.

Step by unwilling step, fighting every inch of the way, Gemma was dragged back to the centre of the room, sobbing miserably as the remorseless pull of the hoist overcame her desperate resistance, until she once again stood directly beneath the ring set in the roof.

This time though, the whir of the pulleys did not stop and she screamed shrilly as her arms began to rise behind her back. Up and up, higher and yet higher, her body bending forward and her head going down in helpless obedience to the inexorable compulsion.

Bent nearly double, her arms raised vertically and pointing at the ceiling, Gemma's anguished face and bulging eyes goggled as she stared upwards at her own dangling breasts.

"Spread your legs, slave," the order sent shock waves of horror racing through her body and she shuddered hugely.

"We have lots more rope, slave," the voice of her Master was pitiless, "If you refuse to obey, we shall simply tie your legs apart and then whip you for your disobedience."

Gemma moaned bitterly, recognising her defeat in the determined tone and shuffled her feet a few inches apart.

A thin, leather covered riding crop came into her view and she trembled as it tapped each of her calves, "Wider, slave," and she inched her feet outwards, flushing in shame as the pink lips of her sex opened before her eyes.

The crop flicked a second time at her calves, noticeably harder and she flinched to the tiny sting of its touch, "Wider, I said!" the voice held a steely note of menace and Gemma knew she dare not resist further.

With a choking sob, she forced her legs as far apart as she could, her thighs gaping shamelessly and her upraised arms taut as a steel bar! Racking tremors shook her belly as ropes snaked around her ankles and held her in position, for Gemma knew how helpless a picture she made and how desirable and easily available her defenceless body was to her Masters.

Bent double, there was no warning at all as leather cracked across the tight stretched skin of her buttocks and furious heat erupted!

Gemma's muffled screams and the clenching and weaving of her reddened bottom told of her pain and her anguish, but could do nothing to help her as twelve stripes adorned her upraised buttocks and her tears flowed as she was punished.

"That is for breaking your pose, slave. Be warned!" the lesson came as the cropping ended and Gemma whimpered as her bottom burned hotly.

The massive surge of arousal which exploded into her belly as firm hands caressed her whip striped bottom took Gemma completely by surprise and her face flamed as brightly as her buttocks as she realised, to her intense humiliation, that her punishment, far from damping down the smouldering fire of her passion, had had quite the opposite effect!

Stunned by the turmoil in her body and the shocking realisation that she had, somehow, become truly submissive, Gemma froze in her bonds, her brain fighting to come to terms with the almost unthinkable truth about herself!

Unaware of the climactic battle being waged in the body and brain of their helpless captive, Gemma's Masters ran their hands over her buttocks and breasts and belly, their fingers exploring and penetrating the most intimate and secret recesses of her sex and capturing her sensitive nipples.

Gemma's attempt to rationalise her unexpected and frightening reaction to her punishment blew into a million pieces as incandescent arousal crashed through every fibre and nerve of her pinioned body, driving out logic and reason and every last vestige of self control as she screamed and writhed and juddered to the gigantic orgasm which foamed and thundered in irresistible waves into her belly.

In that moment, Gemma became a true slave, accepting the subjugation imposed upon her and surrendering to the blissful ecstasy of submission as pulse after pulse of heated love juices pumped into her belly and sex, sending her spinning into a maelstrom of delirious pleasure!

Behind her gyrating buttocks, her giant Master tore off his trousers and seized her hips and Gemma greeted the entry of his rigid maleness with a shrill squeal of welcome as he plunged deep into her convulsing belly, driving to her very core in one massive thrust!

Responding as the slave she was, Gemma pressed back against him, impaling herself ever more firmly on his shaft and gasping as he lunged powerfully, her arousal building again as he raced towards his peak.

Buried deep within her, he began to twitch and shudder and Gemma clamped tight around him, squeezing him as his spend jetted into her belly, flooding her and bringing moans of sensuous rapture as her second orgasm burst over her and her love juices mixed with his in a whirlpool of heated desire!

Sated, he pulled from her seething belly and Gemma groaned in loss, distraught and yet helplessly thrilled by his arrogant pillaging of her defencelessness.

"Not bad," she heard him say, "She's all yours," and her belly kicked furiously as she understood that she was to be taken by her other Master as well.

The "Frenchman" if he was French, was in no hurry and Gemma trembled as his trouser clad legs came into view between her spread thighs. For a minute or more, he made no move to touch her and her and she panted rapidly, knowing that he was simply studying her exposed nudity, savouring the tightly bound curves of her body as she was forced to await his pleasure. He could do as he wished to her and Gemma knew it. Knew, too, that the deliberate delay was designed to heighten her feelings of helplessness and subjugation and his Mastery over her.

It was working, too, for Gemma was acutely aware that a single touch of his hand between her quivering, sex stained thighs would be more than enough to send her arousal zooming out of control again! She simply wouldn't be able to stop it, her body seemed to have a mind of its own and refused to respond to the orders of her brain.

His hands slid over her buttocks and down her doubled over spine and she panted for breath as coils of liquid heat circled in her belly. To her shoulders then slowly back to her buttocks and then down her thighs and calves, the hands made their way and Gemma shivered as her flesh tingled excitingly to the sensitising caresses of his gentle fingers. It was a delicious...and deliciously frustrating....feeling and the brunette chewed on her gag as she again experienced the joys and the drawbacks of being a helpless captive.

His hands rose slowly up the fronts of her calves and thighs and her nostrils flared as his fingers brushed the damp curls of her pubic hair, but then moved on and Gemma whined in frustration, knowing he was toying with her but still wishing he would touch her properly and alleviate some of the sexual pressure building up in her body.

Even if it meant her being taken by him!

Highly aroused, Gemma moaned with pleasure as his hands snaked around her ribs and fastened on her breasts, his thumbs pressing and rubbing her hardened nipples until they throbbed almost painfully and her eyes rolled in her head.

Releasing one breast for a moment, he unzipped his trousers and Gemma whimpered in her need as his bulging erection slipped into her sex, its passage smoothed by the slick residue of her previous climaxes. His hand then returned to her breast and his fingers gripped her swollen orbs firmly as he bellied up to her buttocks, his maleness spearing deep into her and triggering her into an immediate climax even before he was fully bedded in her!

Gemma was hugely embarrassed by her instantaneous surrender, but too far gone in her passion to be able to control her responses, her belly pulsing and spasming crazily as her orgasm broke and her love juices sprayed down over his thick shaft, her involuntary contractions bringing a grunt of surprised pleasure from him as he felt her capitulation.