Gemma (33 page)

Buried deep in the bubbling heat of Gemma's belly, Steven began to throb and twitch and as his seed jetted into her and Nicos twirled her painfully hard nipples, Gemma hurtled over the precipice of her lusts and dived into a second uncontrollable climax, giant waves of love juices exploding into her belly to mix with the spurting pulses of her Master's release, her eyes screwed tightly shut and her muffled whimpers and gasps telling of the havoc wreaked within her.

Sated, for the moment, Steven rose to his feet and joined Nicos where he stood looking down at Gemma's sweat stained body.

"You enjoyed her, my friend."

"Yes, luckily for her. But what about you, Nicos? Don't you want her?"

Gemma opened her eyes and flushed redly as Nicos smiled and nodded, "Oh yes, indeed I do, but I shall let her recover from your..ah..attentions first. I wouldn't want her to be too tired to serve me properly, now would I, eh, Steven?"

Both Masters chuckled softly and Gemma's flush deepened, knowing full well that, if her Master chose, she would be required to serve properly no matter how tired she was!

Her limbs began to tingle pleasantly and she realised that the paralysing effect of the paintballs was wearing off. She flexed her fingers cautiously and Nicos nodded, "Good. On your feet, slavegirl. There are no after effects, so don't even try to con us. Go on, walk ahead of me back to the beach."

Gemma rose and did as she was bid, astonished to find that she felt not the slightest trace of dizziness or nausea, then faltered as she heard Nicos say casually that, of course, there was no reason why a slavegirl couldn't be hunted and shot several times in a single day!

Her momentary hesitation as she took in the awful news earned her a sharp flick of his riding crop and she flinched, instantly resuming her graceful walk as he snapped, "Posture!" and her buttock smarted.

In a very few moments, she was back at the stand of small trees and her eyes opened wide as she saw Clarissa.

"Halt."

Gemma spread her legs, assuming the Display position as she stopped and stared anxiously at the scene before her.

Clarissa stood with her back to one of the trees, her arms cuffed behind her around its trunk and her ankles wide apart, roped to smaller trees on each side.

Beaded with sweat, her full breasts and engorged nipples quivering and with tell-tale dampness at the joint of her shapely thighs, it was quite obvious how her captor, Matthew, had amused himself since capturing the luscious redhead.

"Ah, there you are," Matthew called jovially, "I was beginning to think that Gemma had escaped you." He chuckled softly, "But I see she did not and has paid the penalty," and his pale blue eyes swept over Gemma's stained and crop-striped body, smiling as she blushed and lowered her eyes from his gaze.

"No chance," Steven replied briefly, "But what of your prize? The lovely Clarissa seems somewhat agitated and, dare I say it, unsatisfied, Matthew?"

"Mm. You are quite right. I thought it might be amusing to make her wait for her..ah..final satisfaction until you both arrived."

"And now, we have," Nicos said slowly.

"Yes, so if you would care to secure Gemma and then assist me, we can deal with Clarissa."

Ordered to her belly, Gemma grimaced behind her gag as her left leg was bent and placed behind her right knee, then her right leg was doubled up, trapping her left. While Nicos held her leg, Steven dragged her cuffed wrists back and over her right ankle, tensioning her spine into a deeply arched bow.

As the two Masters released their grip on her body, Gemma whimpered in anguish, the competing tensions of her bent spine and leg holding her immobilised in a strained and exquisitely uncomfortable hogtie.

Incapable of freeing herself or easing the immediate aching of her cruelly stressed body, Gemma could only watch helplessly as all three of her Masters moved to Clarissa.

Released from her standing spreadeagle and with her wrists then immediately locked behind her back, the naked redhead shook her head pleadingly as the ropes tied to her ankles were thrown over a tree branch high above her head and, as one Master supported her slim shoulders, the others pulled steadily.

Twisting in futile impotence, Clarissa fought against the ropes dragging her ankles upwards and apart, but was no match for her captors and, in moments, dangled head down and hugely spread from the branch, her long red hair brushing the grass beneath her as she swayed to and fro, shuddering with the horror of her position.

Gemma, watching, shuddered in sympathy, knowing Clarissa's absolute vulnerability and horribly aware that it was only by chance that it was the redhead and not herself who was offered so shamefully to the three Masters.

Matthew walked behind his love slave, out of her sight and Gemma gasped as he drew his cruel riding crop from his belt.

"Nicos. Steven. If you be so kind as to amuse Clarissa...."

The suspended redhead gave a muffled scream and her body twisted wildy as fingers seized her defenceless breasts and stroked between her gaping thighs, but her own body weight held her and she could not avoid the blistering arousal imposed upon her. The long muscles of her thighs corded beneath her smooth skin, her breasts quivered helplessly as renewed desire flooded through her body and her eyes bulged above her gag with desperate need as the assault overwhelmed her.

Timing his blow with merciless precision, her adored Master, Matthew, sent his crop hissing across her presented buttocks, the sharp crack blending with Clarissa's squeal of agonised ecstasy as furious heat erupted in her flesh to mix with devastating arousal and send her spinning into a frenzy of submissive lust.

The crop rose and fell again and then again and the belly of the juddering redhead contracted in huge convulsions as she was forced into a shattering climax, pulsing and spasming frantically as she was made to surrender to the irresistible power of her Masters.

Matthew nodded his grey head in satisfaction and joined his companions as they smiled down at the trembling body and anguished eyes of their victim.

"Thank you, my friends," he chuckled, "And now it is time for my slavegirl to repay the pleasure she has received."

He addressed himself to the suspended nude, "You will now pleasure me, Clarissa," he said firmly, "Then you will pleasure my friends, if that is what they wish. Do you understand me, slavegirl?"

Clarissa's throat worked as he spoke, then she forced her head to nod in obedience.

"Good. Do not disappoint us," and he allowed the tip of his crop to trail down the inside of her left thigh, the threat crystal clear to both Clarissa and the watching Gemma.

Steven bent and unbuckled the gag, pulling it from her mouth and the redhead licked her dry lips as Matthew released his maleness and slowly approached her.

Subjugated and under threat of punishment, Clarissa opened her jaws wide, her red lips forming a perfect "O" as her Master's flesh slid deep into her mouth, gagging her. Her eyes widened as he took a half step forward and then another, her suspended body unable to withdraw, forcing her to take the entire length of him into her mouth and his erection bulging her cheeks as she struggled to accommodate his growing girth. His hands gripped her crop striped buttocks tightly, holding her face at his groin, "Now, slave," he hissed, "Pleasure me," and his lips descended to the engorged, shining wet recesses of her exposed sex.

Clarissa squealed breathily through her nose as his lips found her and her own bulging mouth worked desperately to please him as she had been commanded, her eyes betraying a mixture of fear and desire as she struggled.

With her eyes riveted on the scene before her and acutely aware of a growing warmth in her own belly as she concentrated on Clarissa's efforts to please a Master, Gemma temporarily forgot that she was not simply a spectator of the redhead's erotic subjugation.

A strong hand descended on her buttocks, spreading the taut globes of her bottom cheeks and she whinnied into her gag, outraged, as a probing finger found the puckered ring of her anal passage, pressing insistently against her resisting flesh. She turned her head to her left, her eyes sparkling with anger and met the hard gaze of Master Nicos.

"Defiance of a Master is not permitted, slave," he whispered coldly and his free hand burrowed beneath her arched body to find her breast.

Gemma gasped as his fingers captured her nipple to send arousal racing through her captive body, then gasped again as he tweaked her nipple ring and a sharp stab of pain jolted her.

"Defiance is not permitted, slavegirl," he said again, "You have two choices. Surrender...or take the consequences of your resistance. But I shall be kind. You have three seconds. One.. Two..."

Gemma shivered hopelessly, feeling his fingers at the ring through her nipple and knowing that with a simple flick of his fingers he could force her to do whatever he wished, no matter how awful or shaming.

With a strangled sob, Gemma surrendered to the inevitable and forced her bottom cheeks to relax, her face growing red as she heard his triumphant chuckle.

"How very sensible, slavegirl," he mocked her and his extended finger drove deep into her back passage, bringing a groan of shame from her throat and intensifying the embarrassment she felt.

His hand released her nipple ring, but Gemma's relief was short lived as it, too, forced its way between her doubled thighs and began to caress the lips of her sex. Despite herself, the hogtied brunette began to respond and as her arousal grew, she began to writhe as best she could, rocking back and forth on her belly and breasts as her desire built.

Above and behind her, Nicos grinned cruelly. She really was a hot little package and soon, he intended to make her pleasure him as Clarissa was pleasuring her Master. Toying as he chose with Gemma's body, he was in no hurry and raised his eyes to savour the moment of Clarissa's humbling.

Gasping for breath, her lips clamped around her Master's rigid shaft, the redhead trembled each time Matthew lunged forward, his release almost upon him. His fingers dug into her shapely bottom, welding her face to his groin and he gave a massive thrust. A second, then a third and Clarissa swallowed furiously as wave after wave of scalding love juices shot into her mouth and throat as she succeeded in her task and her Master gave a great groan of pleasure.

Gemma, too, saw her slave sister's success and her own arousal, already burning like a furnace from the fingers at her belly and bottom, zoomed even higher as she saw her own fate in the redhead's submission.

But then, as Matthew slipped from Clarissa's mouth, Gemma froze in terror. Master Steven strode forward, his fingers already tugging at the zip of his trousers and Gemma realised that there was to be no respite for Clarissa...and, by implication, none for Gemma either.

Stunned, the brunette groaned as Clarissa's lips opened once more to receive Master Steven, but then her fears focused sharply on herself as Master Nicos took his fingers from her body and moved to crouch in front of her.

"Mustn't let Clarissa have all the fun, must we, slavegirl?" he joked, "Time you had some. I take it you'd rather not join her, eh?" and he gestured at the upside down redhead.

Gemma shook her head urgently and Nicos chuckled, "Very well, then you had better behave. When I let you go, walk over to that tree and kneel down with your ankles each side of the trunk."

He moved round to her side and Gemma winced as he forced her right ankle down towards her buttocks and unhooked her wrists, then stood back to allow her to recover flexibility in her limbs.

"Over to the tree, slave," he ordered, but as Gemma rose and took the first step, Master Steven caught her eye and gave a cruel laugh, "You're next, slavegirl," he called, "Just as soon as we finish with Clarissa, here."

Gemma stared at him....and panicked. With a moan of sheer terror, she took to her heels and bolted, reason and logic forgotten as she stumbled through the scrub towards the beach, her only thought to get to the boat and escape the terrible island.

"Stop, you silly bitch! Come back!" the shout came from behind her and was followed by the sound of pounding footsteps.

Breath roared in Gemma's ears as she raced on, but, even as she ran, her eyes misted with tears as she remembered, far too late, that her arms were still locked behind her and she wouldn't be able to start the boat's engine, even if she managed to stay ahead of her pursuers long enough to reach it

The end was inevitable and came when a paintball hit her shoulder.

Twenty seconds later, Gemma lay paralysed on the white sand, unable to move as her pursuer, Master Nicos, rolled her onto her back and stood grinning down at her.

Stupid, stupid, stupid!" he told her, "Where did you think you could run to? You never had a chance, you little fool. Now everyone in The Consortium will know that you tried to escape and will be that bit stricter with you, but that is all your own fault so you will just have to put up with it, won't you?"

He bent and took Gemma under the arms, then straightened up, carrying her belly down over his shoulder, her head hanging down his back and her legs dangling limply, back through the thin screen of trees to where her freedom bid had begun and dropped her, sprawling, to the grass.

Clarissa, released from her suspension, lay trembling gently on her side, her ankles tied together and as all three Masters stood over Gemma's immobile body, the redhead stared anxiously at her sister in bondage, wondering just what punishment would be imposed on the brunette for daring to attempt an escape.