Chapter 5
The French woman was unable to arrange for the 300,000 pounds. She never even came close. It appeared that her account had recently been emptied, which did not sit well with the organization. With five minutes remaining until the deadline, she ran, hoping that she could escape her fate. It was foolish on her part. There really was nowhere to run on the small island. She was brought back and stripped.
Kate made a quick inspection of the former mistress. She was a pretty little thing and young to be trying to buy such an expensive slave. Kate estimated her age to be about that of Tempest’s. Kate had seen her in the auction and had noticed how beautiful she was. Aside from her beauty, though, she appeared to be nothing but bad attitude. Kate realized that this girl would be fun to break but she would require a lot of time and that would take time away from her time with Tempest. She knew what she would do with Monique.
Elke was another matter. She was stunningly beautiful and Kate would have easily purchased her if Tempest hadn’t also been offered in the sale. Should she keep Elke or sell her?
Keeping her was very tempting. Having two slaves as beautiful as Tempest and Elke would make her the envy of everyone in the organization. It would also provide her with endless hours of fun and pleasure once she got them trained. Their tongues could work together on her body to take her to places she had only dreamed about. She could have them perform together and enjoy watching their delightful erotic shows.
“Have Monique registered and marked,” Kate told the woman at the settlement desk. She heard Monique gasp and then start sobbing. “Hold her until the next sale and offer her with the others. I’ll pay her kenneling fees until then.” The French woman was pleading for mercy as two men dragged her down the hall to get her tattoo.
“Have this one delivered to my room,” she continued. She would keep Elke, at least for the time being. Maybe it would help Tempest to transition to her new status if there was a familiar face nearby going through the same thing. She could always dispose of the extra slave at some point in the future. There was usually at least one auction per month in each of the regions.
The sale of the French woman should cover some of the money she had spent this day. She still could not believe that she had spent almost a million and a half dollars, although Elke should have gone for a much higher price. The only thing that suppressed her price was the presence of Tempest on the program. Everyone had seen her pictures and wanted to buy her.
With nobody like Tempest on the block to compete with, Kate hoped that the French girl would go for close to a half million. Then, if she decided to sell Elke, she could recoup most of what she had spent for Tempest. She might even come out a head under the right circumstances. She had spent a lot but she thought that it had been a wise investment in assets.
Kate stayed at the settlement desk until the funds had been successfully transferred. Then she went to meet the head of the Caribbean office. As long as she was down here, she might as well get some business done. It might even save her a trip later. There were no titles in this slaver’s organization and there was no organization chart. If there was a chart, it would have shown her as General Counsel. She was the legal brain of the organization.
While Kate was meeting with the head of the branch office, Elke was delivered. The male screwed a second pole into the floor in front of Tempest and Elke was attached to it, facing the already installed girl. They were very close together. In fact, their breasts were less than an inch apart.
“This is horrible!” exclaimed Tempest once the male had left. Elke made some sounds but her efforts were frustrated by her gag.
“Oh, they left that stinking gag in you! You can’t talk. That’s okay. I’ll talk for both of us.”
“We were bought by Kate. I know her from work back in Chicago. We have to do whatever we have to do to convince her that we accept our new lives as slaves so she will take us home soon. We will escape once we get there.”
“We also have to find out what happened to the other four. Once we get free, we can try to find them and free them.” Tempest chattered on and on and Elke nodded at what she said.
“Oh, I’m just so happy that at least we are together.” Tempest leaned forward to try to kiss her friend but could not reach. Their breasts did touch in the process, however, and Tempest moved her chest back and forth, brushing her nipples across Elke’s lower swells as the only sign of affection that she could muster.
Elke was surprised at the intimate touching by her friend. While Elke considered herself to be bisexual, she knew that Tempest was definitely not. She was an avowed heterosexual, which made the touching that much more remarkable. Tempest was four inches shorter than the six foot blonde so the stiff nipples raked lightly across the lower curves of Elke’s full breasts. She arched her back to push her chest out, making it more accessible and, hopefully, letting her friend know that she appreciated the gesture. It was the first nice thing that had happened to her since they were kidnapped.
Tempest chattered on, continuing the one-way conversation. She spoke about the indignities they had endured and speculated about the fate that lay ahead of them. She expressed her fears but also her hope that they would one day be free. All the while, she moved her chest back and forth which seemed to have a calming effect on both of them.
Kate arrived after awhile. “There are my lovelies,” she said after she entered the room. “It seems that I have ended up with both picks of the litter. This has been a good shopping trip.”
Tempest wanted to scream at the way they were being treated but remembered the warning that she had received earlier. Her primary objective had to be getting back to Chicago as quickly as possible. She stood a chance of escaping there. She knew that no escape was possible if she was kept here, wherever here was. She kept her mouth shut.
Kate walked up to the two bound girls and reached up, lifting a breast from each girl in her hands. “What do you think of your new sister, pet?”
Tempest was infuriated at being called a pet but tried to mask that anger. “She’s beautiful.” This caused Kate to glare at Tempest who quickly remembered her instructions. “I mean she’s beautiful, Mistress.”
Kate smiled and patted Tempest on the cheek, treating her as if she were a child. This had Tempest’s blood boiling but she maintained her composure. Kate gave Elke’s breast a squeeze and looked to her. “And what do you think of your new sister, girl?”
Elke opened her eyes wide in surprise. How was she supposed to answer? She parted her lips and made a few garbled noises.
“Oh jeesh!” exclaimed Kate. “They left that damned gag in? That should have been removed long ago. Let me find a wrench.” Kate looked around the apartment but could not find one so she called the front office to have one delivered. Ten minutes later, she was cranking the wrench and removing the horrid metal device from the tall blonde’s mouth. Elke stretched her mouth open, flexing her jaw and thankful to have the cruel thing out of her mouth.
“I’m going to release you now and then we are going to talk. I hope I don’t regret it. But I should remind you that you are in a completely secure facility. There is no way to escape. I hope that you will both behave.
Kate released Elke from the pole first and then she removed the girl’s cuffs. She repeated the actions with Tempest, leaving both of them naked but unbound for the first time since their abduction. She walked to a chair and sat down. “Come girls. Kneel here and we can talk.”
Tempest and Elke looked at each other questioningly but then moved to their new owner, kneeling on the carpeted floor. Kate leaned down and brushed each girl’s face with her fingers as if moving stray hairs aside.
She started by telling Elke some of the same things that she had already told Tempest. She described what would be expected of them and emphasized that complete obedience would have to be the minimum standard.
“We are going to stay for a few days. We’ll start your training tomorrow. If, at the end of that, I think you are ready to come home with me, then we’ll go back to Chicago. If not, I will go alone and leave you behind for additional training.”
“I know that this change must come as quite a shock to you,” she continued, “but the sooner you make the adjustment in your minds, the better life will be for you. I know that neither of you probably grew up with aspirations of becoming a slavegirl. But that’s what you are now. And it’s permanent. You can either adjust to it the easy way or the hard way. I would prefer the easy way but I will not hesitate to use harsh measures to help you accept your new life.”
Tempest trembled slightly as she listened to Kate. What did she mean by harsh treatment? Would she use torture? Would they be drugged into mindless zombies?
Tempest wanted to speak but remembered Kate’s instructions about the use of her voice. She had already decided to act like she was adjusting to her new life on her own to avoid whatever the harsh treatment was so she did not want to anger Kate by talking or asking questions. But the questions were churning inside of her head. Thankfully, Kate noticed.
“Would you like to say something, pet?”
“Yes please,” said Tempest obediently. This simple act of obedience and implied submission caused her to blush which infuriated her even more.
“You may speak,”
“Thank you,” the naked girl said. Then she added, “Mistress. What will become of our friends?”
Kate admired Tempest for that simple question. It spoke volumes about the girl and her loyalties. Her whole life had been turned upside down and torn away from her but her first concern was for her friends.
“They all have owners now, just like the two of you,” replied Kate.
Tempest did not know if follow-up questions were allowed but she decided to press her luck. After all, she had been given permission to speak. “What will their lives be like?”
“One of them, the redhead, was bought by a good friend of mine. She is not a harsh mistress. I suspect that the redhead will be a house slave and will be used mostly for pleasure.”
“Her name is Alaine, Mistress.”
“Thank you, pet,” replied Kate. “Alaine’s mistress is lesbian so I think her tongue will see a lot of action. And I expect that you will get to see her fairly often. Julia and I try to get together every month or so.”
“A husband and wife bought another one of your friends,” Kate went on.
“That was probably Kim.”
“I have met Kim’s new owners but I don’t know them well. I don’t know how she will be treated.”
“They came in to where we were being held while you were out, Mistress,” Tempest offered. “They said they were going to give her to their children.”
“Oh my,” said Kate. “Then she should be in for an interesting time. I suspect that she’s in for a lot of sex, at least initially.”
“What about Tammy, Mistress?” asked Tempest. “She was the pregnant one.”
“I don’t know her owner at all,” replied Kate. “But I was sitting at the next table during the auction and I heard her talking to one of her friends. From her accent, I would guess that she was either German or Austrian; maybe even Swiss. She owns a dairy farm and already has a couple of human cows. Tammy will join the human cows in milk production. Human milk is considered a delicacy in my circles.”
Elke and Tempest emitted gasps at this revelation. That sounded horrible and extremely degrading.
“If the baby is a boy,” Kate went on, “she plans to sell him. If it’s a girl, she plans to keep her and raise her to be a slave also.” Tempest groaned at this news.
“And what about Carrie, Mistress? She was already gone when I was taken into that holding room.”
“I don’t know about Carrie’s new owner,” responded Kate. “She was bought by one of the online bidders. I don’t know if she has a master or a mistress or what they intend for her. I don’t even know what part of the world she will end up in. She was already taken to be packaged for shipment which is why she was gone when you arrived.
Tempest felt another chill snake down her spine at the words. How could anyone even talk about packaging a human being for shipment? And Tempest could not get over how casually Kate talked about it. She behaved as if these were normal everyday occurrences.
“Thank you, Mistress,” was all that Tempest said once she had heard more about the fates of her close friends.
“Are there any more questions?”
“Yes, Mistress. I have tons of questions. But may I ask them another time?”
Kate laughed and reached out, patting Tempest’s cheek. “Yes pet. I’m sure you do have tons of questions. This is all so new to you. You may ask the rest in the future but be sure to get permission before you do.”
“But now it’s getting late,” said Kate. “This has been a long day for all of us. And tomorrow, we start your training. Tonight, I’m going to have you sleep together in the other room. That way, you can talk and help each other prepare for tomorrow without keeping me awake.
“Tomorrow, we will start with the two of you making love to each other so I want you to talk about that and get comfortable with it. You might even want to practice or experiment a bit. After that, you will provide me with pleasure and then you will provide pleasure to anyone I choose. Now run along. That is your bedroom.” She pointed to a door. “I look forward to playing with my pretty pets in the morning.”
Chapter 6
They had a private bath off of their bedroom and they showered, one at a time, thankful to wash off the oil that had been rubbed into their flesh and the artificial coloring that had been applied to various parts of their bodies. Tempest walked out of the bathroom with a towel wrapped around her body to find a naked Elke lying on top of the bed.
“Something tells me that towel will be the most clothing you will wear for a long time,” said Elke.
Tempest sat down on the edge of the bed. “This can’t really be happening to us. This is a nightmare!”
Elke scooted closer and placed her palm on Tempest’s back, rubbing softly to try to comfort her friend. “I agree it’s a nightmare. But it’s happening. As much as I hate to say it, we are just someone’s property now; complete with serial numbers. I’m 0912CF.”
Tempest let out a little sob. She had been trying to act so brave but the reality of the situation was finally striking her like a tsunami. “I’m 0914CF,” she whimpered between sobs.
Elke sat up and scooted behind Tempest with a leg on either side of her and pulled her friend back until Tempest’s back rested against her breasts. “Go ahead and cry, love. Get it out of your system. It will make you feel better.”
Tempest continued to sob and Elke wrapped her arms around her, holding her and swaying her gently back and forth. Eventually the sobs died down and then ended and they just sat together silently for several minutes.
“Aren’t you scared?” asked Tempest.
“I’m terrified,” responded Elke. “This whole ordeal has been absolutely horrifying.”
“You don’t seem all that terrified,” said Tempest.
“Well, I’m less terrified than I was earlier. I feel better with you. I’m sure the others must still be frightened to death.”
Tempest nodded and sniffled.
“And it’s a little less terrifying because you know the person who bought us. That might make things a little better for us.”
Again, Tempest nodded and sniffled.
“And I think that it’s probably a little easier for me to make the adjustment than the rest of you.”
“What do you mean?” asked Tempest, turning her head to look at Elke.
“Well,” started Elke, “for one thing, I’m bisexual.”
Tempest opened her eyes wide in surprise. “I never knew that. Whey didn’t you tell me?”
“I never told any of you. I didn’t want to scare you off. And I didn’t want to risk our relationship.”
“We wouldn’t have been scared off,” said Tempest. “You should have told us.”
“Maybe,” said Elke. “Anyways, tomorrow will be easier for me than for you. And for another thing, being a slave is less horrible for me than for the rest of you, probably. For years, I have had fantasies about being a slavegirl, or at least a submissive. Now I’ll get to live out that fantasy whether I want to or not.”
“Wow!” breathed Tempest. “I never would have guessed that. Have you ever done anything like that?”
“I’ve only played at it,” said Elke. “And it was not very fulfilling. There was too much hesitancy. And both parties knew it could be stopped at any moment by either party. It didn’t come close to my fantasies.”
“I guess this is a bit closer,” offered Tempest.
“Much closer,” agreed Elke. “The serial number was new. And I never would have dreamed up that gag, although it was ingenious. But all of the rest of it could have come right out of the script for one of my dreams.”
“Wow,” repeated Tempest, unable to come up with anything more intelligent.
Elke scooted back and laid back down on the bed. She grabbed Tempest’s wrist and tugged. “Come lie with me.”
Tempest let herself be pulled down onto the bed and then she scooted around until they lay on their sides, facing one another.
Elke leaned forward and kissed Tempest on the lips, causing Tempest to tense. “Relax, love. You will have to do that and a lot more in the morning.”
Tempest nodded slowly and did not resist at all when Elke kissed her a second time, feeling the blonde beauty’s tongue licking back and forth across her lips. She tensed again as she felt Elke’s fingers at the knot that held her towel in place but did not protest or resist as Elke opened it. She felt her friend scooting forward and then felt the warm soft breasts pressing against her own.
“You have no idea how long I have wanted to do this,” said Elke. She ran her hand down Tempest’s side and enjoyed the feel of her friend cuddling with her.
“You should have told us,” repeated Tempest.
“Now I have,” replied Elke. The blonde reached around and pulled Tempest closer, letting her tongue snake into Tempest’s mouth. The raven haired slavegirl parted her lips and let out a soft whimper as she surrendered to Elke’s tongue. “There is at least one good thing that is coming out of being a slave. I am holding the most beautiful woman in the world naked in my arms.”
“Oh, El,” whispered Tempest as she pressed her body tightly to Elke’s. “Hold me. Hold me tight. I’m so scared.
Elke hugged Tempest and then let one hand roam down her back and down to the beautiful bottom cheeks which she squeezed lovingly. She had been planning on trying to get Tempest to make love tonight so that it was not new and shocking tomorrow but she decided against it. Tempest needed comforting right now.
To be continued
Chapter 7
All five of the girls were still on the island the next morning. They were collected by the attendants who worked at the facility and then delivered to the gym. There were also seven other girls who they had not seen before and Tempest assumed that most of them had been left there by their owners to be trained. Six of them bore multiple stripes across their thighs, and bellies and breasts and it was obvious that the whip was part of the curriculum. Most of them also had bruised bottoms, indicating that paddles must also be a part of the lesson plan. Tempest reaffirmed in her mind that she would be very obedient and very pleasing and she would do whatever it took to get Kate to take her home instead of leaving her behind for training.
There was one girl who was unmarked but she looked even more terrified than even the five girls who had become slaves the day before looked. Tempest assumed that she was the French mistress who had failed to complete the transaction. She was beautiful and Tempest assumed that she would eventually be sold for a lot of money.
The gym instructor led the dozen girls in a series of stretching exercises. All of these were typical stretches that Tempest had done thousands of times before. But she had never done them naked. She blushed furiously as she had to spread her legs for some, exposing her sex and causing her petals to gape open. Others parted her bottom cheeks, exposing her little pucker and causing her blush to deepen.
After twenty minutes of stretching, several personal trainers came in and each of the girls was given an exercise routine tailored to her. Tempest marveled at the size of the staff here. This seemed to be a huge operation. But, then again, they had just made 600,000 pounds by selling her so she supposed that they must have the income to support the staff.
They were shown how to use the machines and the treadmills. The program for each of them was tailored to their bodies. All of the programs were quite strenuous with the exception of Tammy’s. Since she was so far along in her pregnancy, her exercise consisted of riding a stationary bike and swimming. But to keep her in a sex-slave state of mind, a dildo had been attached to the seat of the bike and roamed around inside of her as she pedaled.
There was an awful lot of touching during the exercising. Tempest found it annoying that her trainer kept placing his hands on her, ostensibly to adjust her or check her tone or to see how much she was straining. Whatever the excuse, it was still annoying. In reality, however, the touching was part of the conditioning. Each girl had to come to grips with the fact that she was a slave and that her body did not belong to her any longer. It existed for the enjoyment of others. The trainers touched so that the girls would become accustomed to having others touch and fondle them.
Exercise period and they were allowed to cool down. Instead of letting them just walk around individually, however, the trainers formed them into an informal coffle. There were no chains or ropes but they were lined up and each girl had to keep her right hand on the right shoulder of the girl in front of her as they were walked slowly around the perimeter of the room. After ten or so minutes, the procession came to a halt.
“Mistress Kate has generously provided us with the entertainment for our recess period before classes start,” said one of the male trainers. “Will Elke and Tempest step forward?”
Tempest gasped as she heard her name called out and then opened her eyes wide as she saw Elke stride past her toward the trainer. She didn’t want to move but she reminded herself of her pledge. Reluctantly, she moved forward, away from the crowd of naked girls to stand beside Elke in front of the trainer.
“These girls are going to make love to one another to provide us with our morning show,” the trainer announced to the ten naked girls. “The mat is over there. You may begin.”
Tempest remained frozen in place. She knew what was expected of her but she also knew that there was no way she could do that. She was straight!
Elke saw the hesitation on Tempest’s part and decided to take things in her own hand. She strode past her friend and spanked her butt, sending a loud crack throughout the room. “Come on, Pest. You can do it.”
Tempest seethed again. She had grown up being called Tempest and Temp and Tem and T by various people. Some called her Em or Emmy while others called her Storm or Stormy. But somehow, her college friends had gravitated to abbreviating her name to “Pest.” She hated that name!
She stepped forward onto the mat, more out of outrage than anything else. Elke smiled at the response that she had predicted. As soon as Tempest got close, Elke reached out, grasped Tempest by her shoulders, and then swept a leg to take Tempest’s legs out from under her. Elke ended up lying crosswise across Tempest who was lying on her back gasping for air.
Tempest did not lie still for long, though. She was extremely competitive, which had served her well as an attorney. She quickly arched her back and tossed Elke to her ankles before scrambling out from underneath and pouncing on the blonde.
Kate had been watching all of this on a monitor in the control room. She had been expecting reluctance out of two tentative new slaves. Instead, she was seeing an erotic display of primal fury. She had to see this in person. She walked out of the control room and entered the gymnasium that had become an arena.
The two girls were on their feet again and were circling each other. One of the trainers looked at Kate for guidance but she just shook her head to tell him to do nothing.
Elke struck again and used her long legs to again lay Tempest on her back. Again, she pounced. But this time, she was lying along the length of the raven-haired slave. Elke leaned her head down and kissed Tempest. This took a lot of the tempest out of Tempest. She struggled for a moment but then moaned as the kiss continued.
Elke held Tempest’s wrists to the mat, pinning the smaller girl beneath her. She extended the kiss, feeling the fight dissipating from her opponent. Finally, she broke the kiss and whispered to Tempest. “I love you.”
Tempest groaned. This was not how she had expected to hear those words for the first time. She had envisioned candlelight dinners and men on their knees. Never in her wildest dreamed had she envisioned being pinned naked to a mat by a blonde warrior in front of an audience.
The slaves and trainers crowded closer. They did not want to miss a moment of this action. Kate also moved closer but she wanted to stay out of sight of her two girls.
Tempest seemed to relax, almost in resignation. Then, all of a sudden, she spread her legs, wrapping them around Elke’s body and drove her heels into the larger girl. Elke yelped at the attack and quickly slid down Tempest’s body, still holding her wrists to the mat. She found a breast and sucked a nipple into her mouth, looking up at her friend. Slowly, her teeth closed down on the nipple until Tempest cried out in pain. Elke had the nipple in the tight grip for a moment before releasing it.
“We make love now,” whispered Elke after sliding back up to place her lips next to Tempest’s ear.
“I can’t,” Tempest whispered back. She was not struggling but she was not ready to resign herself to that.
“That was not a question,” Elke whispered. “We make love now.” Tempest just groaned again. Elke still had Tempest’s wrists pinned to the mat but now drew them downward until her wrists were at her hips. She held onto them as she slid her body down the smaller girl’s body again. This time, when she paused at the breasts, she sucked a nipple into her mouth but used her lips and tongue instead of her teeth. She pulsed the nipple in and out of her lips over and over again before finally using her tongue to flutter over the stiffening bud.
After working on the nipple for several minutes, Elke lifted her head and increased the suction, stretching the breast away from the girl’s chest. Tempest moaned again as she looked down, seeing her breast drawn into a cone shape. When the nipple finally popped free from her mouth, Elke pursed her lips and blew on it, smiling to herself as she watched the little nubbin stiffen even more. Then she repeated her actions with the other nipple which she had previously tortured with her teeth.
Kate was in awe as she watched the spectacle. Her pets were amazing. This was possibly the most erotic thing she had ever seen, and she had seen a lot. Two beautiful women who had not yet been in slavery for twenty four hours were putting on a display of pure carnal ferocity. One was slowly resigning herself to her fate as the other claimed her. She started to realize that the purchase of Elke had been one of her shrewdest moves ever. It was Tempest who she wanted to conquer but Elke was proving to be the way to claim the woman she coveted. Even if the French girl brought in a measly amount at auction, the price she paid for the blonde was well worth it.
Elke stretched the second nipple away from Tempest’s chest and then blew on it as she continued to hold her wrists to the mat. She slid her body lower, leaving a trail of kisses down Tempest’s belly. Finally, she reached her destination. She kissed the recently denuded mound and then trailed her tongue down to the girl’s slit which was already amazingly wet.
Elke developed an appreciation of the shaved look. She had struggled and tried to protest as her own mound was shaved the day before. But seeing Tempest’s nude sex made her understand why the owners preferred the girls this way. It was so erotic. It gave a girl a sleek, sexual look and made oral sex so much more exciting.
Elke kissed the wet petals, eliciting a moan from Tempest. Tempest tried to pull her hands away but Elke held them firmly and even tucked them under the small of the prone girl’s back. Then she set her tongue and lips into motion. She scooped her tongue up between the petals, parting them even further and then sucked one of the sweet labia between her lips, letting her teeth clamp down on it lightly. She stretched it out before releasing it and repeated her actions with the other one.
Tempest closed her eyes tightly in shame. This was not something that she ever wanted to do. She certainly never wanted to do this, or any other sexual act, in front of an audience. But Elke had prevailed and was now holding her down as she had her way with her.
Elke scooped her tongue up through the flower again, savoring the taste of her good friend. Yes, she might enjoy slavery after all. She had always dreamed of Tempest being her lover. Now she was living the dream. She extracted her tongue and painted a little circle around Tempest’s clit, hearing her friend gasp as unwanted thrills coursed through her body.
Elke knew that they were supposed to make love together. Kate had said that the night before. And she knew that Tempest would never willingly do what she was doing. So Elke decided to take advantage of her current dominance over the smaller girl. She slowly shifted her body, keeping her tongue active on the petals and the distended clit. She moved perpendicular to the prone girl’s body and then kept shifting. She placed a knee on either side of Tempest’s head and then slowly lowered her hips.
Tempest opened her eyes when she felt the knees settle in beside her head and she gasped as she saw the hairless sex descending toward her face. She tried to turn her head but the knees held it in position. Finally, in a swift motion, Elke moved her knees apart and lowered her sex to Tempest’s lips, sighing happily as she felt the contact. She started waggling her tongue again, occasionally stopping to probe it deep into the girl’s juicy sex.
Tempest kept her lips closed and Elke just started moving her hips forward and back, gaining the needed friction using Tempest’s lips and chin and nose. Elke dropped her sex over Tempest’s nose, cutting off her air supply and causing her to open her mouth to breathe. As soon as that happened, Elke shifted again, moving her petals to the open mouth. She was swampy with arousal at this point and Tempest got her first taste of another female.
Elke got serious at this point. She pursed her lips and sucked the girl’s clit into her mouth, pulsing it in and out. Her tongue fluttered relentlessly over the little bud and Tempest started moaning loudly. Elke was so aroused by all of this that she was close to climax. She kept rubbing her clit over Tempest’s lips but waited until she was sure that her partner had been pushed over the edge.
Finally, she heard it. Tempest cried out and her body tensed, providing a clear signal that she had climaxed. One last rub was all it took for Elke to join her and, quickly, two moaning and writhing bodies were both erupting in orgasm. Eventually, Elke just collapsed on top of her wrestling partner.
The audience was clapping. Elke wearily raised her head and blushed as she realized what she had done. She had no regrets, though. She had wanted to make love with Tempest for years. Besides, this was what Kate was going to make them do anyways. But to behave so wantonly in front of an audience was beyond her imagination. What had gotten into her? Was it the knowledge that she was a slave that gave her the freedom to act so lewdly? If so, maybe she was born to be a slave.
Elke finally stood up and extended a hand, helping Tempest to her feet. Tempest was blushing furiously but was still breathing hard from her recent orgasm. Kate had disappeared back into the control room and was now watching on the monitors.
“Those two are your new ones, aren’t they?” asked a male who was seated at the console.
“Yes,” she replied. “I bought them yesterday.”
“I’d say you got a good bargain. They’re both keepers in my book.”
“They’re definitely keepers,” agreed Kate.
After the exhibition was over, the twelve girls were divided into three groups based on how long they had been in training. The French girl joined the five who had been sold the day before and were sent to one room. The other six were divided into two groups and sent to two other rooms. Tempest and the other five girls spent the rest of the morning learning slave etiquette and learned various ways of posing and kneeling to please their owners.
Chapter 8
The five college girls got to sit together during lunch. It was clear that they were all nervous and frightened but they tried to be supportive of one another. Much of the conversation dealt with concerns about Carrie and what had become of her. They also shared notes on their new owners, or at least as much as they knew about their owners.
“I’m going to be a fucking cow!” exclaimed Tammy indignantly. All of the rest of them were shocked. Tammy never cursed or even had a bad thing to say about anyone.
“What?” asked Alaine.
“I’m going to be a cow!” Tammy repeated. “That fucking lunatic who bought me plans to milk me every day as if I was a cow!”
“Well, that sounds pretty good,” said Kim. “I’m supposed to be a toy for a couple of teenagers. Just being milked sounds a lot easier.” They jabbered on about what they knew about their fates. They were all surprised that Tempest had been bought by someone she worked with and they were all envious of Tempest and Elke being able to stay together.
“By the way,” said Alaine, “that was quite a show you two put on this morning. Is there something you two should have told us a long time ago?”
Tempest blushed and shook her head. “No, there isn’t. We were going to have to do it one way or another. Kate told us that last night. I guess we just did it a little more publicly than I envisioned.”
“Well there’s something I should have told you long ago,” offered Elke. “I’m bi. And I have wanted to do that with Pest for years. In fact, I’ve wanted to do that with all of you for years.” There was a collective gasp around the table.
“And despite all of this being scary and despite the fact that we’ve lost our previous lives,” Elke continued, “I’m loving this experience. And I think I’m going to love being a slave.”
“Wow,” was all that Tammy could think to say.
“Yeah, wow,” echoed Kim. Tempest remained silent. She wondered how Elke could be so cheerful and optimistic about having all of her freedom removed and becoming a piece of property. What did her friend see in it that gave her such a bright outlook? She would have to think about it. She hoped that she could find a silver lining for herself. It would sure beat going around despondent for the rest of her life.
Then she thought about the rest of her life. She would age. Would Kate still want her when she turned thirty? What about forty? What would happen when Kate no longer found her attractive? Would she be sold again? She shuddered slightly at the thought of going through another auction.
She was brought back to the present by the slight tickling to her right breast. Elke had draped her arm over the back of Tempest’s chair and was lightly caressing the outer swells of her right breast. “Whatcha thinkin bout, Pest?”
“Oh,” replied Tempest. “I was just wondering what will become of us.” She glanced around the table and saw that everyone was watching Elke fondle her breast. She blushed furiously but made no attempt to remove the offending hand.
“We can worry and fret,” said Elke. “Or we can embrace the present and make the most of it. What’s done is done. I was kidnapped and I was sold. It’s not fair but what’s done is done. I’m not going to spend time regretting it or worrying about the future. I’m going to live life to the fullest.”
“Besides,” she went on, “now I’ve got the two most beautiful toys in the world to play with.” She emphasized her point by reaching across with her left hand to squeeze Tempest’s left breast as her other hand squeezed the right one.
“El!” hissed Tempest. “How can you do that in front of our friends?”
Elke laughed and gave the breasts another squeeze. Then she leaned forward and ran her tongue along Tempest’s ear. “Love, remember that I’m bi. And also remember that you had your nose buried in my snatch earlier today in front of them. A little bit of titty squeezing is nothing compared to that.” This caused Tempest’s blush to return in full force. Then Elke smiled at the other three.
“I’m going to ask my mistress to arrange for me to be with each of you also before we are taken away. I’ve been dying to eat each of you. And if slavery is what it takes to get my wish, then I’m all for slavery.” This caused three more faces to blush.
Then Elke grinned and looked at Tammy. “I might want a few sessions with you. I’ve never had a pregnant girl before.”
“Oh El,’ said Tempest. “You’re just trying to shock us.”
Elke laughed again. “No. I’m just trying to eat you. All of you.” She lifted Tempest’s left breast in her hand and leaned down, sucking the delectable nipple into her mouth. Tempest pushed her head away and Elke looked up at her. “Do I have to knock you down to the ground again or are you going to let me finish my lunch?”
Tempest sighed and stopped resisting. Elke immediately captured the nipple again and sucked hungrily on it. The other three looked on in awe. Eventually, Elke released the little morsel and grinned around the table.
“Slavery is my friend.”
Kate was once again in the control room, watching the naked girls sitting around the lunch table. “Those five seem to be very close,” said Julia who had bought Alaine and who was seated in a chair beside Kate.
“There were six of them but one has already been shipped,” Kate replied. “And yes, I get the sense that they are very close.”
“Your two seem to be adjusting nicely to their new lives,” remarked Julia. “Especially the blonde.”
“Yeah, it’s remarkable,” said Kate. “It’s almost as if she’s enjoying it.”
“Well, any of the five of them would be perfect purchases, I’m sure. But I’m particularly pleased with the little redhead I bought. She’s so beautiful and she blushes so easily. I hope you’re pleased with your purchases as well.”
“Oh, I’m very pleased,” replied Kate. “It will be nice to have the pitter patter of naked feet running around the house again.”
“You never told me,” said Julia. “What happened with your last girl?”
“I released her,” Kate responded. “Her mother became very ill and needed someone to care for her. Tina was her only child so it just made sense.”
“Aren’t you worried that she’ll go to the police or the press?”
“No, not really,” said Kate. “I always took good care of her. And I set her up with a trust fund that should take care of her for the rest of her life. In fact, I wouldn’t be surprised if she returned to me someday. Then I’ll really have my hands full.”
“What do you plan to do with yours?” asked Julia.
“I’m not sure now,” said Kate. “I had only planned on buying Tempest, the one with the black hair. But when Elke became so affordable, I couldn’t pass her up. I had planned on keeping Tempest as a pleasure slave and maybe selling Elke in a few months. But now I’m not so sure. I’m loving watching them together. So I might keep them both. Maybe I’ll show them this summer in Europe.”
“They would be sure to win top prizes,” observed Julia.
“What do you have planned for the redhead?” asked Kate.
“I’m not sure either. Something other than a pleasure slave. That’s what my last one was. And it’s hard to retrain them once they are house pets like that.”
“What did you do with your last girl, then?” asked Kate.
“I sold her; outside of the organization’s auctions, that is. A private buyer contacted me and the timing was right and the price was more than I thought she was worth. So I had her packaged up and shipped her right away.”
Kate wasn’t sure if she wanted to ask what the girl was doing now. She loved Julia dearly but she also recognized that her friend was a lot more ruthless and unfeeling than she was. For all she knew, the girl could have been sold to a hunt club or to have her organs harvested. She decided not to pursue the subject.
“So what kinds of things do you have in mind for the redhead?”
“Yeah, I guess I need to decide soon now that I have bought her. I didn’t think it would happen so soon. I figured it would take a few auctions before I found one I liked. But there she was, beautiful and bashful and so sexy looking. I had to have her.”
“I was thinking of three possibilities,” Julia continued. “A friend of mine in England has a girl he treats as a pony; stables her, trains her to trot and canter, shows her at events, races her. I thought that would be fun.”
“I’ve been to some of those shows. It’s very exotic to ride in a cart drawn by naked girls. And the dressage events were very erotic to me.” Kate paused. “But I would think it would get boring after awhile.”
“Yeah, that’s my concern too,” agreed Julia. “I have another friend who turned his girl into a pain slut. I’m not sure how he did it but she craves pain. In fact, she can’t even climax without pain. I think that would get boring too after awhile. I mean how many times can you whip a girl or stick needles into her? And I worry that I will have to keep escalating things after awhile as she gets used to certain levels of pain.”
Kate shuddered at the thought of applying so much pain on a girl as beautiful as Alaine. She knew that she couldn’t do it.
“The third thing I was thinking about was just turning her into a slut. It might take some drugs but it might be fun to have a girl who would do anything for sex. It would certainly be fun at parties.”
As the two dominants chatted, they saw the girls on the monitor being summoned by their instructors. It was time for the afternoon lessons. Kate admired Elke’s form but she absolutely coveted the figure on Tempest. This girl was her Hope Diamond.
The afternoon training was atrocious as far as Tempest was concerned. They were taught how to lick another girl and then had to practice it. The instructor gave a brief lecture on technique, illustrated by a slide show and a short video. Tempest felt nauseous as she watched.
Then, they were told to kneel in front of their practice devices. These were soft rubber replicas of a woman’s genitals. The instructor walked them, as a group, through several exercises to show them various techniques. Then they were told to practice on their own. The instructor walked around the room, observing their techniques to judge their level of comprehension and their enthusiasm. Lack of either would result in a punishing blow from the paddle that she carried. Tempest started with a lackluster placing of her tongue alongside one of the fake labia but, as soon as she heard the loud crack of the paddle against someone’s ass, she started applying what she had learned more vigorously.
After thirty minutes of this practice, the instructor ended the exercise. “Now I will pair you up and you will practice on each other.” Tempest gasped, as did every girl in the room other than Elke. Elke was in seventh heaven.
Kim was paired with the French mistress and they both just stared at each other, dumbfounded. Tempest was teamed with Alaine and she apologized for getting all of them into this, resulting in a confused look from Alaine. Tempest was still convinced that she had been targeted and had led her friends to their fates. Elke’s partner was Tammy and Elke was delighted. Tammy was terrified beyond her wits.
“Now,” said the instructor, “you have been shown the anatomy. You have seen the demonstration. You have gone through the exercises. Now it’s time for your practicals.”
“Monique, Alaine and Elke, lie down on the mats. Your partners will go first.” Tempest groaned at the news. Not only had she gotten her beautiful red haired friend captured but now she was expected to rape her with her tongue. She wasn’t at all sure she could do this.
“I will set the timer for fifteen minutes,” the instructor said. “I will bring in some motivational coaches. If at the end of the fifteen minutes the girls lying on the mats have not climaxed, then the coaches will start applying their motivation.” Just then, three males walked into the room, each carrying a long paddle that looked like a cricket bat. Tempest knew that they would do serious damage.
Now, she had a dilemma. Should she save Alaine from the indignities of lesbian sex and let her butt get tortured? Or should she save her ass and lewdly abuse her good friend. The instructor started the countdown. “3…. 2…. 1…. Go!”
Tempest decided to save her butt. She knew that eventually someone would torture her friend by tonguing her sex. She rationalized that it might as well be her; especially if the alternative was to be paddled by the long bats. She set her lips and tongue into motion.
“Ten minutes remaining,” called out the instructor. Tempest had been lapping at her friend’s sex for five minutes and saw no signs of arousal. There were not twitches or moans or trembles. This made her feel doubly guilty. Not only had she led Alaine into an ambush but she was turning off her friend.
Tempest was determined though. Her competitive nature would not let her fail. She thought for a moment about how she masturbated and what kinds of stimulation worked best for her. Clitoral stimulation coupled with vaginal probing was the quickest way for her to achieve orgasm. She hoped it would work on Alaine too.
She curled her tongue and drove it as deep as she could into her friend. She moved it in and out several times as if she had a tiny penis fucking the girl’s sex. Then she pulled out and sucked Alaine’s clit between her lips, suckling on it and occasionally letting her teeth rake along it. She alternated between the tongue fucking and the suckling of the tiny nubbin.
“Five minutes remaining,” announced the instructor. Alaine was moaning now. It was working! Tempest kept up her actions, occasionally glancing up at her subject. Alaine had lifted her head and was watching the raven beauty between her thighs. She had never wanted to have sex with another woman but, if she was going to do it, she was glad that it was with Tempest.
Tempest thought about how beautiful Alaine was. Her red hair flowed freely over her breasts and down toward the mat. Her cheeks were flushed from the arousal that Tempest was causing. She was simply lovely.
Tempest sucked the clit between her lips again and captured it with her teeth. She bared her lips and pulled her head back slightly, stretching the nubbin away from Alaine and letting Alaine see it clamped between the teeth. Alaine groaned and Tempest saw her belly starting to quake. She fluttered her tongue over the little bud and Alaine groaned louder, finally rocking her head back.
Tempest concentrated exclusively on the sensitive clit now. She pulsed it in and nipped at it. She batted it with her tongue and suckled it. Alan was groaning constantly at this point and finally tensed, letting out a squealing wail as the orgasm rocked her body. Tempest smiled and kissed the juicy sex before her face. While this may have been viewed as having sex with another woman by some people, Tempest chose to think of it as providing pleasure to a friend.
Another wail was heard and Tempest looked over to see Tammy’s body tensing as her distended belly quiver. Elke had achieved success also.
“Time,” called the instructor. Immediately, loud cracks were heard filling the room. Kim had failed to get the French mistress to climax and two of the males were now pounding away at her bottom. Kim cried out but then refocused on her subject’s sex, knowing that was the only way to stop the punishment.
“You girls can help if you want,” offered the instructor. Elke was the first one to act. She scrambled over to the French girl and started kissing her. Tempest was right behind and captured one of the former mistress’ nipples in her mouth, playing with it with her tongue. Alaine claimed the other nipple. Tammy joined in by rasping her tongue in slow circles over the belly, gradually closing in on the girl’s belly button. The added lips and tongues put the French girl into sensory overload and she climaxed. The paddling stopped immediately. Tempest gasped as she realized that she had a woman’s breast in her mouth for the first time but then rationalized to her self that it had been for a good cause.
The girls changed places. After three more orgasms filled the room, they changed partners. They practiced for the rest of the afternoon and were wrecks by the end of it. Tempest had lost track of how many times she had climaxed.
Chapter 9
Kate would have loved to watch the afternoon training but she had work to do. She had been sent some documents the night before and had spent much of the night reviewing them. That was the primary reason that she had let the girls sleep together. She normally would have them join her in her bed right away but she knew she would be busy.
She did not mind, though. She had the rest of her life to enjoy the girls. They were her property now so she could take as long as she wanted. It was a wonderful feeling to own another human being. It provided such a feeling of power and such an erotic rush. There was nothing else like it.
She also didn’t mind because her work for the organization was the most lucrative part of her law practice, by far. She made many millions of dollars each year by helping the ring avoid legal pitfalls or getting out of them.
The documents that she received surprised her. It seemed that the organization wanted to diversify. While it had created a very profitable business of kidnapping and selling girls and then managing subsequent sales or trades of them, it appeared that was not enough. Not only that, but some in the organization wanted some more legitimate businesses even if they were just a front.
There were two proposed businesses and the set of documents included business plans for each of them. The first was what Kate viewed as a matchmaking service. There were “women out there who fantasize about being a slave” but have no way to experience, explained the one business plan. Sometimes that was because of family responsibilities or social constraints of the communities in which they lived. There were also men and women who wanted slaves but either could not afford the exorbitant price associated with buying a girl or could not afford the time to properly care for a permanent slave.
The new business venture would create a way of matching masters and mistresses with willing and eager slavegirls. It would conduct personality tests of both the owners and the slaves and would survey them on likes and dislikes related to various sexual and nonsexual activities. Then, it would match up owners and slaves that had a good fit. The match would be for a predetermined period of time and the business would supervise the relationship through frequent checkups to make sure that both parties got what they wanted out of the transaction.
“The last part is one of the most important,” the business plan explained. “The key to growth and profitability will be repeat customers. It is estimated that each satisfied slavegirl will repeat her experience once each year. Each satisfied owner is likely to repeat more frequently.”
“A girl can become a pony girl for a long weekend. She can become a harem slave for a month or three days. She can be whatever she has always fantasized about but had been reluctant to pursue.” The plan went on and on about the possibilities. It envisioned durations ranging from two to thirty days with an average of a week.
There were two target demographics for the slaves in the business plan. Young mothers represented one demographic. It was speculated that during pregnancy and for the months following childbirth, mothers would be bored out of their minds. This boredom would lead to fantasies and the new business would start marketing to them two months after childbirth by offering them “an escape to excitement.”
The other target demographic was women in their upper thirties. “As they approach forty, they will realize that their youth is rapidly escaping them. As they near middle age, they will start to think about all of the exciting things that they always wanted to experience. We will provide an outlet for them to live their dreams.”
Of course, there would always be customers who did not fit neatly into these two categories. It was speculated that adventurous college girls who wanted a different kind of spring break might view this as an exciting alternative. Recently divorced women might also find this attractive as a way to get the divorce out of their minds and behind them. Even single women who had broken up with a boyfriend or just wanted a unique vacation could become customers. Additional target markets would be developed over time as data about customers was gathered.
The target market for owners was less specific. Men and women who were approaching age milestones such as thirty, forty, fifty or sixty were possibilities. Recent divorces also worked for owners the same way they worked for slaves. But the plan admitted that it was not as easy to identify the ideal owner customers. They planned to cast the net wide and gather data to study. After six months, they would have a better feel for it and would revise the plan.
It did stay that they planned to market more heavily to the wealthy. It was hoped that this business venture could act as a feeder to the organization’s core business. Once someone got a taste of owning a girl, it was hoped that he or she would want something more permanent. That’s where the core business could help. The only thing that constrained the growth of the slave business was the demand for high quality girls. The supply of girls to kidnap and sell was limitless. It was the supply of qualified buyers that was limited and this venture could increase the supply of buyers.
Kate thought that the venture looked very promising based on the facts that were presented. She never envisioned the organization diversifying but this business was at least related to what they knew: slavery. Only two things bothered her. The first was that they needed very tight controls on who they accepted as a buyer. Since this was going to be a legitimate business and open to the public scrutiny, they could not afford some wacko getting a hold of their slave customers and abusing or maiming or killing someone. The plan was much too light on controls. She would insist on thorough background checks and personal interviews before a new person was accepted as a buyer. She would also insist on feedback from the slaves after the period of ownership was completed. These would drive up the price but they could not afford the bad publicity or lawsuits.
The other thing that bothered her was the method of monitoring during the enslavement. She could not picture how that could be done without being intrusive. And yet, if they advertised that as part of the experience as they were planning on doing, women would rely on that as a guarantee of safety.
She decided that she would need to arrange some “mystery shoppers” during the start up of the venture. She would have people sign up with the intent of reporting back on the entire experience but, in particular, how well the monitoring went and whether or not it was successful in making the girls feel safe.
She thought that she might even be one of the mystery shoppers. At thirty nine, she clearly fit into one of the target demographics. And she had always wanted to experience life from the other side but she had never felt comfortable doing it with anyone from the organization. She had heard too many reports of people offering outlandish prices to buy her. One report was that someone had offered three million dollars. She was convinced that the only thing that prevented her enslavement was that her value as the organization’s lawyer far outweighed any price that someone would offer. But she also feared that, once someone owned her, even if it was supposed to be temporary, the temptation to make it permanent might be too great.
One of Kate’s assignments for this venture was to draft a slavery contract. Since she was considering becoming a slave to test out the processes, she would pay particular attention to that assignment. She wanted to make sure that ambiguous contract language did not lead to her permanent loss of freedom.
The second business venture would have the organization opening a string of resorts. This business, tentatively called “Club Shackles,” would cater to owners and dominants alike. It would be a place where one could take his or her slave or sub to relax for a vacation in a spot where nobody would be offended by whatever nudity or punishment or sex occurred.
Kate thought that she could be a mystery shopper for this one also once she got her two girls trained. That would probably take a year to accomplish but it would take at least a year to get Club Shackles up and running.
She had some concerns about this venture too. First, she did not like the idea of subs and slaves co-mingling. At least she did not like the idea of the slaves that her organization provided mingling with subs. Subs were into the lifestyle by choice and for purely sexual and recreational fun. Slaves had no choice. They had been cruelly kidnapped and had their former lives stripped away from them. Regardless of how well they were trained, there would always be the temptation to sneak a message back to their loved ones through a complicit sub. Then the authorities would be alerted.
The second concern was the authorities themselves. The organization would essentially be advertising “look here for your kidnapped girls.” She envisioned legions of undercover police officers vacationing at the resorts and developing dossiers on each of the guests.
And what would happen if recreational guests changed their minds? For example, what would the resort do if a dominant wanted to switch? What would they do if a sub decided that she had enough and wanted to be released? Or what would happen if a devious dominant grew tired of his or her sub and wanted to sell her? There was just too much at risk in this venture. She would write up her concerns and have them rework the plan before it was sent to the powers that be for approval.
The last concern was a more personal one. She took great pride in her life as a slaver. It was not something that she could ever put on her resume but, to her, that was what defined her. She loved the fact that she made a living through trafficking in beautiful female flesh. It made her feel like a swashbuckling female pirate.
Both of these new ventures detracted from this feeling. They were dragging her back into the mainstream of society when, in truth, she loved the feeling of being an outlaw. It was thrilling and dangerous. It kept her adrenalin flowing and had her in an almost constant state of sexual arousal. It made her feel alive.
The second venture, the resorts, was almost Disneylandish to Kate. It was taking what she loved about her life and watering it down into a generic consumer product. She was not sure how she would feel if the two businesses caught on and turned the organization legitimate. She would have to think about this.
While she contemplated all of this and drafted her response to the two business plans, three pairs of girls were ferociously waggling their tongues, bringing one another to a seemingly endless string of orgasms as they were being trained and conditioned to provide pleasure to other females.