Gemma (29 page)

"Yes...No...Yes, Mistress. Please...Please kiss me again," Gemma was ashamed of her need, but longed to feel the lips again, her excitement fuelled by the thought that the raven haired beauty might..no, would..soon be a captive herself!

Helen kissed her breast again, and then again and Gemma moaned softly as her nipple began to stiffen.

"Hush now, Gemma," Helen whispered and the aroused slavegirl clamped her lips together obediently.

A slim finger tapped the silver bell hanging from her right nipple and Gemma jerked, her eyes wide as the bell tinkled softly.

"Those are really pretty. I like them." It didn't seem to have occurred to Helen that it might soon be her turn to have her breasts adorned by tinkling bells and Sally wondered again how the brunette could have such a huge blind spot about her impending enslavement. Even with the evidence quite literally in front of her eyes, she just didn't seem to see it and Sally felt a surge of sympathy for the unsuspecting woman, remembering her own despair and disbelief as her body was pierced.

Helen was thoroughly enjoying herself, her lips and fingers sending massive arousal through her silent victim and Gemma's breasts trembled and jiggled enticingly, her nipples thrusting like acorns and her bells tinkling continuously as she juddered to the stimulation.

Helen jumped back as bolts rattled at the door and Gemma gulped as her Master entered the room, his eyes going immediately to her swollen breasts and glinting as he saw the unmistakable signs of his lover's efforts.

"I see you two have been getting acquainted," he chuckled and both girls blushed redly, "Good, I'm glad you're getting on so well. I take it that you've finished your little chat, Helen?"

"Yes, thank you, Steven. Gemma was very helpful."

"Just as well," he said casually, "Otherwise she would have been in a lot of trouble. So, my dear, what do you think, then? Have you made your decision?"

Helen's flush deepened and spread over her neck, "Well, yes, but let's not discuss it here, Steven."

"Oh, I don't think we need keep any secrets from Gemma. Who would she tell?" he joked cruelly, "Come on, Helen, no need to be shy. I'm all agog to know what you've decided to do," and he gazed steadily down at his tiny, embarrassed lover.

"You really are a rat, Steven," Helen protested and Gemma gasped at the brunette's temerity.

Steven just smiled, but Gemma noticed that his eyes remained cold and knew that the insult had been stored away in his brain, to be repaid later.

Helen, of course, hadn't noticed a thing, "Oh, all right, if you insist. I suppose that's fair as it's partly due to her explanations anyway. Yes, darling, I want to accept your offer. I will come and live here with you and be your sexy little slavegirl, but you've got to promise not to be cruel to me. OK?"

"Terrific! That's wonderful news, Helen. Are you sure?"

Helen reached up and gave him a passionate kiss, "Of course I'm sure, darling. I think it'll be great and I promise I'll obey like a slavegirl at least some of the time," and Helen laughed gaily.

"In that case," her lover smiled easily, "I promise I'll be your Master for as long as you're a slavegirl," and his eyes sparkled with laughter.

It was a careful choice of reply, giving Helen little cause for alarm or suspicion, but effectively ensnaring her in a trap of words. If he was to be her Master for as long as she was to be a slave, then she would have to be a slave for as long as he chose to be her Master! For ever, if he wished!

He smiled into her eyes and gripped her arms, "If you are to be my love slave, honey, you must kneel down and submit to me, here and now, please."

Helen hesitated, but only for a moment, then nodded and made as if to go to her knees.

"No," he said firmly, "Not like that, Helen. You must be naked, with your hands clasped behind your back. Isn't that right, slavegirl?" and he stared hard at Gemma.

Helen's jaw dropped open and she gaped as Gemma replied shakily, "Y..yes, Master. That...that is how a slavegirl sub...submits to a Master."

"There now, Helen. You see? On your knees, my love and submit as a naked, humble slavegirl to me as your true Master" and Steven's eyes bored into hers as Helen shivered wildly.

At last, with a convulsive gulp of excitement and fear, the tiny brunette nodded and Gemma watched in astonishment as the soon to be enslaved Helen stripped herself stark naked before her waiting lover and sank, trembling, to her knees, her shaking fingers tightly clasped behind her.

"Thank you, Helen. Now say, I, Helen, submit myself of my own free will as your slave, my Master," Steven's voice was calm and almost hypnotic and Helen gasped audibly.

"I, H..H..Helen, submit my..s..self of my own free w..will as your s..sl..slave, my M..Master," she stammered and her naked shoulders quivered with excitement and emotion.

"I accept your submission. You are now my slavegirl," Steven announced softly, "Do not move!" and he scooped up her clothes and hurried from the room, bolting the door.

Helen looked up, "Steven? Where are you going? Come back," but she was too late. She rose to her feet and ran to hammer on the locked door, then turned to Gemma as she called urgently, "No, Mistress, don't! You were ordered not to move. If he finds you've disobeyed, you'll be punished!"

"Punished? But...But he wouldn't. I won't let him."

"Listen to me, please, Mist...Helen," Gemma told her fiercely, "Don't you understand, you knelt down and submitted. That makes you as much of a slavegirl as me! He'd punish me if I disobeyed and he'll do the same to you. You're a slavegirl, Helen. Really! Face it, you submitted to him. He's not Steven your lover any more, he's your Master and he can and will punish you if don't do exactly what he says. Kneel down again, please!"

Gemma's frantic attempts to explain suddenly got through and Helen's lovely face crumpled as she realised what she had done, "I submitted," she whispered brokenly, "I called him Master. Oh, what have I done?" and her dark eyes filled with tears.

The bolts grated at the door and Gemma straightened her spine quickly, her eyes filled with horror as she saw Helen still standing, as if frozen to the spot. Her Master..and Helen's.. strode in and Gemma gasped as she saw his crop in his right hand, "Get back on your knees, slave," he snapped to his erstwhile lover, "I told you not to move."

Helen seemed paralysed, her jaws working but no sound emerging and before she could recover, her new Master was upon her, overpowering her futile struggles as he forced her to her belly dragged her arms behind her and locked steel handcuffs on her wrists and ankles.

"No! No, Steven, I forbid....Mmmffhh! Hhrrmmff!" Helen's shrill protests died to muffled screams as his strong fingers wedged a heavy leather gag between her jaws and buckled it cruelly tight. He stood up and raised his riding crop and Helen screamed again behind her gag as he towered over her writhing nudity, "You submitted as my slavegirl and asked me to be your Master," he told her forcefully, "You may have thought it was not real or that I would not enforce your submission. You were wrong! I ordered you to remain on your knees and you disobeyed. That is not tolerated in a slavegirl and you will now be punished for it. As it is your first offence, I shall be lenient. Two strokes only."

The crop whistled down, then descended again and Helen shrieked in pain and shame as two thin red lines appeared on her naked buttocks, her hands clawing vainly.

"Your first punishment, slavegirl," he told her, "Learn from it, or it will not be your last."

Gemma stared open mouthed as Helen was bound and then cropped, knowing the devastating horror that the newly enslaved brunette must be enduring, but could do absolutely nothing to help her.

Her Master turned to her, "Did you tell my new slave what she might expect after she offered her submission, slavegirl?"

"I did, Master, exactly as you commanded me."

"Yes, I know you did, slavegirl. Did I tell you I was an engineer. No, well I am and I have to say I found her questions and your answers most enlightening. The microphones I have installed worked perfectly."

Gemma gulped at the revelation, remembering how she had opened her heart to Helen, never dreaming that her Master was listening.

Her Master chuckled, "I shall enjoy playing the tape to Helen whenever she seems to be regretting her submission," and he laughed cruelly as the naked, handcuffed brunette writhing in her bonds on the floor at his feet, whimpered in terrified anguish, "Still, there's plenty of time for that, but now I've got to make a phone call. You and I were due to go off tonight on that trip I told you about, slavegirl, but now I may have to rearrange a few things. Maybe I'll make our duo into a trio," and he strolled out of the door, not even bothering to close it behind him and leaving two helplessly bound and extremely frightened slavegirls to their fears.

CHAPTER 13

Had anyone been present and able to read Gemma's thoughts, they would doubtless have wondered at her state of mind in comparison to her seemingly unenviable predicament.

Gemma was happy, blissfully so, and the fact that she was tightly bound and gagged, her naked body arched in the graceful but uncomfortable bow of a hogtie, was of little consequence to her.

The reasons for her surprising good humour lay partly in the delicious swirls of heat circling in her belly from a slowly fading climax, and partly in the sight of the familiar wooden transportation crate only a few feet from her. For the very first time, she was not helplessly immured within its wooden walls and despite the facts that she still didn't know where she was being taken, or what she was going to find when she got there, or that she was no less securely bound than she would have been inside the crate, Gemma still felt as though she was better off and, somehow, less helpless than poor little Helen, who was the unfortunate occupant of the wooden box.

It was nearly a week after Helen had made the fateful mistake of underestimating her lover's desire to enslave her and knelt before him to offer her submission, never expecting that he would immediately handcuff her and enforce his will with absolute and uncompromising ruthlessness! She had been paying for that miscalculation ever since and would continue to pay, for Steven who had been her lover until he became her Master, had made it crystal clear that he had no intention of letting her go back on the submission she had given. From the first moment the cuffs closed on her shrinking flesh, they had never been taken off completely, always holding at least one wrist and one ankle to something solid and immovable, or clamping both wrists snugly behind her back.

To Gemma's secret delight and the despair of her newly enslaved sister in bondage, their Master had ordered Gemma to instruct Helen in the duties of a slavegirl and warned his new junior slavegirl, Helen, that she was to obey her senior, Gemma, as if she was him!

Helen had tried to protest, but it was a total waste of breath and earned her two stripes of his crop, followed by an order to kneel and pledge her obedience to Gemma. With her buttocks smarting and her eyes filled with tears of pain and shame, she had to do as she was told or receive another punishment.

Unsurprisingly, Helen chose the sensible option and accepted Gemma's temporary authority over her and in the succeeding four days worked as hard as she had ever worked in her life, Gemma constantly encouraging her and reminding her that her Master would be far less tolerant of mistakes.

At night, they talked for hours, Helen asking dozens of questions about Gemma's experiences as a slavegirl, until she had to order the smaller girl to keep quiet and go to sleep.

Twice every day, their Master fed them both by hand, Helen copying Gemma's unquestioning acceptance of the demeaning process, then Helen had to demonstrate what she had learned, her face scarlet with embarrassment as she displayed her breasts and belly and bottom to the man who had been her equal and her lover, but whose handcuffs now held her captive and subject to his stinging crop and rigid discipline.

To both slavegirl's surprise, he didn't arouse or take either of them and they couldn't help but wonder why not?

Then, one day he unexpectedly unlocked the room where Gemma was busy putting Helen through her paces. Both girls went instantly to their knees and held their submissive poses as he cuffed Helen's wrists, then he ordered them to follow him, telling Gemma to keep a tight hold on Helen.

Gemma recognised the travel crate at once and knew she would soon be on her travels once more, but when Helen was close enough to see the strong leather straps and sound deadening foam lining the crate, she went wild with terror, wrenching at her handcuffs and trying to tear her arm from Gemma's grip. In vain, Gemma tried to calm her fears, telling her struggling slave sister how she had travelled in the box and how safe and relatively comfortable it was, but Helen wouldn't listen and it eventually took Gemma, her Master and the threat of a cropping for both of his slaves, to persuade the trembling, sobbing Helen to climb into the crate. Strap by strap, her body was immobilised and as her gag was wedged deep into her mouth, her horrified eyes and the futile clenching of her bound limbs brought a sympathetic stinging to Gemma's eyes.

It was then that their joint Master decided to exert his absolute power over them.

Locking Gemma's wrists behind her, he bent her over the open crate and ordered her to arouse Helen's breasts with her lips and tongue, reinforcing his shameful demand with a cruelly hard slash of his crop across Gemma's stretched buttocks! Her yelp of anguish was followed a second later by Helen's muffled shriek of outraged shock as the helpless brunette felt Gemma's lips capture her taut right breast and her moist, warm tongue lap delicately at her crinkled flesh!