Gemma (18 page)

She flushed hotly as they gathered around her suspended body but was unable to move a muscle to cover her displayed nudity or fend off the hands which stroked and caressed her breasts and belly and thighs and buttocks as the mixed group, dominant Masters and Mistresses all she remembered with a choking gulp, examined her with humiliating thoroughness and a proprietary air that brought tears of shame to her eyes.

Not to mention the blistering arousal that the touch of so many hands sent racing through her immobilised body!

"Hot little thing, isn't she?"

"Have you whipped her?"

"Is she pleasing?"

"How does she respond to severe bondage?"

"Is she a natural submissive? She certainly reacts like one."

The questions flew thick and fast and Gemma blushed a vivid scarlet as each was answered in humiliating detail by one or other of the four Masters in whose power she had been, her likes and dislikes, fears and responses laid out for the benefit of those whose turn as her Masters was yet to come.

At last, the stream of questions dried up and Gemma shuddered helplessly as her Masters, old and new, adjourned to the cocktail cabinet for drinks, leaving her to reflect worriedly on the fact that now that all of The Consortium knew what could be extracted from her with the right combination of ruthless dominance and skilful arousal, she would inevitably be forced to submit to each and every one of them!

A prospect at the same time shamefully exciting and horrifying....and unavoidable, for Gemma didn't kid herself that any new Master or Mistress would be less exacting or demanding than those she had been made to serve already. She would be forced to do exactly as they wished and woe betide her if she failed to be pleasing!

Hanging beneath her pole, her mind a prey to numberless imaginings, Gemma watched and waited and worried as her owners relaxed, eyes occasionally flicking to her tightly bound body as if to check that she had not managed to escape.

They need not worry, Gemma thought bitterly to herself, her bonds hadn't given an inch and she wouldn't be able to escape if they left her where she was for a week!

Perhaps fortunately for the brunette, it was only an hour or so, rather than a week, before the drinks session came to an end and she again became the centre of attention.

Axel stepped forward and Gemma gave a muffled cry of impotent fury as his hard palm slapped down on her naked rump, the sharp crack of the blow and the immediate appearance of the stinging red imprint of his hand testifying to his strength and accuracy and bringing smiles to the faces of his audience, "Now to business," he said loudly, "We all know why we are here and our vote was unanimous. Mistress Lydia, you have the floor," and he stood aside to allow a short, dark, rather severe looking woman in her late thirties to step forward.

Gemma looked down, the stinging pain in her bottom forgotten as her breasts were cupped by the woman's hands and examined closely.

"Hmm. Yes, no problems there. Bring my case, please."

She looked directly into Gemma's eyes and adopted a brisk, no nonsense tone, "Now then, slave, pay attention. You heard Axel say that our vote was unanimous. Well, it was and the outcome is that you are going to have your breasts pierced. No, no, no," she said soothingly as Gemma's eyes bulged and she tensed every muscle in a frantic bid to break free of her bonds, "Now, now, that's enough of that. You can't possibly escape. Now, don't worry, slave, I'm a senior surgeon and I know exactly what I'm doing. I promise you it won't hurt a bit," and she smiled encouragingly up at the flabbergasted brunette.

Gemma couldn't believe her ears. They couldn't be going to...to...No, it wasn't possible! She stared down at the calm woman below her, then around at the ring of stony faced watchers and a lump of icy panic welled up into her throat.

Terrified by what she read in the faces, Gemma redoubled her efforts, muffled shrieks of despair leaking past her gag.

"Oh, you silly girl!" the woman frowned, "I was afraid you were going to be difficult. Very well, hold her please," and Gemma sobbed in defeated misery as Axel and Nicos gripped her shoulders, holding her still.

"I don't know what you're making such a fuss about. It's not exactly a major operation and I see you've had your ears pierced."

Tears pouring down her gagged face, Gemma couldn't explain that that was different! That was only her ears and she had volunteered for it, but this....!

The woman, Mistress Lydia, cupped Gemma's right breast in her left hand and rolled the nipple between her thumb and forefinger, then flicked the crinkled button with her thumb nail. Twice more and to Gemma's abject terror, she felt the nipple growing hard! She tried to stop it, to will it not to erect, but it swelled remorselessly under the woman's fingers until it stood rigid atop her rounded breast!

The woman grunted in satisfaction, then bent to her bag and Gemma squealed as her nipple was held in the fingers of her Mistress's left hand, while the woman's right dabbed anaesthetic liquid around the nipple's base. In seconds, her skin went numb and she really did feel nothing as a surgical steel punch was applied to her nipple and a neatly pierced hole appeared through her flesh!

"There now, nothing to it. Just one more, then you're done," and Gemma gaped dumbly at her piercing, unable to credit the evidence of her own eyes!

She was still frozen in shock as the procedure was repeated at her left breast and it was only as Mistress Lydia snapped her bag closed and admonished, "I trust you will be more obedient and better behaved when you visit me, slave!" that Gemma's daze began to clear.

The full impact, however, only hit home when Roxwell stepped forward and held a velvet jewel case up to her eyes.

The rings it held were beautifully fashioned in gleaming stainless steel, a match of the collar and cuffs Gemma wore and had it not been for the horrible fact that they were destined for her pierced nipples, she would have thought they were quite lovely. Instead, she hated them, but couldn't tear her eyes away as Roxwell told her they had been specially made for her. Despite herself, Gemma was intrigued and watched as he hinged the hoops open. Each hoop was really two, one quite small, perhaps an inch in diameter, the other more than twice the size, the pair melding seamlessly at what he explained was an internal lock similar to, but much smaller than the locks on her cuffs and collar.

Gemma blushed luridly as he lifted the hoops and demonstrated another refinement. Attached to the larger hoops, tiny bells tinkled musically as he jiggled them and he chuckled at her consternation as he pointed out that every movement she made would be accompanied by the soft jingling of bells!

"It's so we know when you're coming, slave," he joked cruelly and Gemma's flush deepened as several Masters laughed at the deliberate double meaning of his words.

He raised a ring to her right breast, fed it very carefully through her piercing and clicked it closed and as he did so, Gemma shuddered helplessly as her belly kicked with fierce power.

He chuckled, "Hot little slave," and Gemma whimpered miserably, knowing it was true!

Her second ring, he passed to Lydia, "You began the work, my dear, so it is only right that you should finish it."

Lydia stared hard into Gemma's eyes, until the naked brunette dropped her gaze, unable to face the fierce glare any longer.

"Humph! That's better, slave. I'm your Mistress and you'd better not forget it. You wear this slave ring at your breast and I put it there! You belong to me and all my colleagues in The Consortium!" and with that, she fed the ring through Gemma's left nipple and snapped it shut.

A massive tremble shook Gemma's bound body as her belly kicked again and she whimpered in anguish as the tell tale jingling of bells at her nipples betrayed her need to her Masters!

Well aware that her breasts would need time to recover, her Masters nevertheless found other ways to enjoy her defenceless body and Gemma screamed into her gag as probing fingers explored between her thighs, penetrating her sex, stroking her clitoris, caressing her labia and breaching the puckered ring of her anus to bring shattering arousal and abject submission from her tormented body as she spasmed and wept and pulsed in enforced responses to the demands of expert Masters and Mistresses who knew exactly how to wreak the maximum havoc on a slave.

Gemma had not the remotest chance of resisting such a massive onslaught and was forced to surrender again and again, her body trembling and juddering as she was brought to climax after climax, her submission absolute as she spasmed hugely an unknown number of times to an unknown number of Masters, able only to obey the hands which manipulated her with such devastating skill and horrifying ease!

At last, at long, long last, Gemma's sweat drenched, feebly spasming body could give no more and she was left to moan and sob and whimper in her suspension as her Masters left her alone in the lounge to recover as best she might.

Time passed and the room grew dim as the sun began to set, but it brought no relief to Gemma for, as exhausted and devastated as she was, the fires kindled in her breasts and belly and sex by her ruthless subjugation simply refused to die and she whimpered in despairing anguish as tremors and shudders of fierce desire returned to rack her helpless body.

It was then that a man, a Master she did not know returned to the room. He did not speak, but simply unbuckled her gag, pulled it from her mouth and let it dangle below her chin, watching calmly as she worked her stiffened jaws.

Unable to endure the renewed turmoil in her belly, Gemma begged in her need, "Please, Master. I need you, my Master," and the man's teeth gleamed whitely in the gloom as he heard the piteous desperation in her voice.

"Me, slave.....or any man?" he asked softly and Gemma trembled violently, her belled breasts jingling, knowing the answer!

"Ah, well. No matter, slave," and he thrust her gag back into her mouth, silencing her.

Strapped tightly to the wooden pole, she couldn't do a thing as he supported her legs, slid the pole free, eased her feet down to the floor, then did the same with her shoulders and lay her on her back on the thick carpet.

He busied himself at the ropes enmeshing her legs and as they loosened, Gemma opened herself to his gaze and his touch, her shame unable to compete with the burning lust engulfing her belly. Uncaring that her torso and arms remained firmly bound, she surrendered instantly, her hips rising clear of the carpet beneath her as his fingers caressed the slick wetness of her sex, bringing soft moans of unbearable longing from her gagged lips.

As he positioned himself between her spread thighs and his thick maleness slid smoothly into her welcoming warmth, Gemma arched into a straining bow, her belly enfolding him and drawing him deep into the cauldron of her passion, her eyes wide in the unseeing stare of a slave in need as she was taken in hard, fast lunges.

He reached his peak quickly, but not so quickly as Gemma and as her body writhed beneath him in the ecstasy of her long awaited release, her muffled squeals of surrender built to a shrill scream as his spend thundered into her belly to drown her shame and fears and anguish in scalding torrents of pulsing love juices as his body bucked against hers.

For long minutes, they lay locked together panting for breath, his eyes gazing down into hers, enjoying her submission and his dominance as she spasmed in the orgasm he had forced upon her...albeit, with her willing and even enthusiastic cooperation...and Gemma felt the colour rise into her cheeks as he basked in his absolute Mastery of her.

Slowly, his lips curved into a broad grin, "I am pleased with you, slave," he said at last, "I am sure you will be worth every penny I paid for you. And if not, then I have no doubt you will fetch a good price on the open market!"

His casual words sent a thrill of horror through his captive and he chuckled cruelly as her eyes reflected her terror, "Oh yes, slave," he assured her, "There is a thriving market for pretty slavegirls like you and it is by no means unknown for a slave who has not been fully pleasing to be sold on to other Masters. Of course," he went on reflectively, "Her new Masters know why she is being sold on and tend to be, shall we say, rather..ah..strict with her, until she learns to behave," he nodded down into Gemma's frightened face, "But that is not a problem for you...yet...and as long as you strive to please your other Masters in The Consortium as well as you pleased me, I'm sure everything will be fine," and he slid easily from Gemma's belly.

Big, hot tears welled up in her eyes as he took hold of the ropes and re-tied her legs, but he was unconcerned by her distress, "Don't waste your time, slave," he told her, "I'm tear-proof. Anyway, you're pretty lucky. Not every slavegirl gets a nice collar and cuffs and pretty bells like yours, you know," and he tied the last knot to leave Gemma as hopelessly bound as before.

Only now, she had begged to be taken as a slave and had been. Taken and then warned of the consequences of failing to be pleasing!

Demoralised, she watched numbly as he rose and went to the door.

"See you soon," he waved briefly, "Next time, your piercings will be healed. I'll have to think of something...." and he was gone, leaving Gemma helpless with her brain racing as she was reminded that she wore rings in her nipples and that her Masters saw her as more of a slave than ever!

A slave whose sole function was to provide pleasure to her Masters, her body theirs to arouse and use and enjoy as they wished, no matter what the cost in shame and discomfort and anguish to their powerless victim.