“Hey, Meghan, glad that you and your cute pet want to join us,” Aidan flashed a predatory grin. “This will be as fun as at the sorority party, eh? Do you still bray like a donkey when you—”
“Shut up,” grumbled Meghan, part angry, part amused. She pinned him with a withering look.
“We’ll stay at my uncle’s shed in the woods for the weekend, and having two slave girls around would be ideal,” explained Peter. “I’m sure we’ll have lots of fun, eh, Nicky?”
Letting her eyes wander between Aidan and Meghan, Nicole felt a warm anticipatory glow. Yes, that weekend promised to be quite interesting. And she just had to ask Meghan about her history with Aidan.
Meghan sighed wearily: “Yes, Nicky, I’ve spent time with Aidan before. You know that the Theta-Chi-Pi girls celebrate the football varsity at the end of the season. Last year I was there helping them with, er, entertainment. My master doesn’t mind. He thinks it’s fine if I, er, provide services to the players.”
Nicole felt a distinct tingle at hearing this. Being forced to offer herself to big husky men fit right into the kind of fantasies that excited her.
Meghan continued: “Aidan found out pretty fast that I like it rough, so he tied me to a bed in a storeroom and then—” She sighed again, not unhappily. “I lost track of how often they took me over the next hours. Every so often, Aidan came to make fun of me while fucking me yet another time. There was nothing I could do, and he really made me feel that.”
During Meghan’s tale, Nicole’s tingle had intensified. She silently hoped that her arousal wasn’t strong enough to let her juices trickle down her leg. She gasped: “That sounds—great!”
Meghan snorted and shrugged resignedly: “It wasn’t just fun. After a couple of hours, it started getting old, and some of the guys were very rough. But you know how it is. A slave girl is expected to take it, so I took it.”
Nicole and Meghan were meeting up with Aidan and Peter before heading out to the cabin where they planned to spend the weekend together.
Instead of their regular clothes, Aidan had brought some other clothes that he found “more appropriate” for the occasion. Nicole did not feel uncomfortable wearing the skimpy slave dress. She had spent most of the past months naked, and the rest of the time in her regular clothes that were quite revealing, so this felt more normal than anything. She savoured how the two men ogled her. It made her feel desirable and attractive.
Peter certainly enjoyed the view and the delicious prospect for the weekend. He recapitulated: “Alright, no injuries and we follow the usual red/amber protocol—” By now, Peter considered himself reasonably familiar with common BDSM practices. “—but apart from this, anything goes.”
Nicole’s belly tingled in anticipation. She was really looking forward to this.
Aidan’s grin reminded Meghan of a cat taking the measure of a particularly juicy mouse. Somehow, their paths crossed every so often. She enjoyed, but also hated, how he managed to push her limits without going overboard. At the same time, he wasn’t her master, and that gave her the freedom to defy him in a way she couldn’t do “at home.” She looked forward to being challenged in a demanding yet safe way. He would try to break her, and she relished the challenge of being pushed to the breaking point. Her defiant glare in response to his taunting grin would have been familiar to any Spartan.
“I feel safer with your hands tied back,” said Aidan, grinning while petting Meghan’s cheek.
“I can still kick your nuts,” growled Meghan, forcing herself to look sternly.
“You’ll only stub your cute toes, honey,” he retorted.
With difficulty, Meghan stifled a laugh. She had missed Aidan and his impudence. She could defy him in a way that would be inappropriate with her master. It was a kind of game: Aidan would try to break her while she would resist. Meghan liked the challenge. If she were honest to herself, he would eventually succeed… but the fight against that was worth it.
Of course, the girls weren’t allowed to just walk on their own. Aidan pulled Meghan along on a rope tied to her collar. From time to time, he jerked the rope, making her stagger forward.
Nicole watched the interplay; it made her tingle with light arousal. Meghan’s top had slipped, but with her hands tied behind her back, there was nothing to do. She had to stagger forward half-naked. To Nicole’s submissive heart, the feeling of helpless exposure—watching and experiencing being led in a slave coffle—was nothing short of delicious.
They arrived at an old stable. Somewhere on the way, upon noticing Meghan’s top slipping, Peter had decided that neither Nicole nor Meghan needed their tops anymore. So, he had taken them off. With their hands tied, the girls could do nothing about it.
Nicole, for her part, did not mind being topless. She had been naked long enough that this seemed completely normal to her. Why should a slave girl be allowed any clothes?
Looking inside the shack, Aidan remarked: “Here, we stay. Looks like someone stored bricks in there. Girls, make yourself useful! When I've untied you, go carry the bricks outside. Get cracking!”
On this bright, sunny day, there was a pleasant warmth in the late morning air. Aidan and Peter took off their shirts to keep cool.
While watching the girls carrying bricks, Peter let his thoughts wander: Very practical, these slave girls. They can do all sorts of work, they are easy on the eyes, and they— A throbbing in his pants completed the sentence for him without using words.
Aidan exhorted the girls every so often to keep up the pace. Whenever he noticed that one of them slowed down, he used a stick to poke the suspected offender heartily. Soon, Meghan and Nicole were covered with thin layers of sweat from the strenuous work in the sun.
After they were done with the bricks, the girls were allowed to recover: Naked and on their knees.
“It took a while, but good job,” praised Aidan. “If you beg nicely, you’ll get lunch now.”
“If certain strong men had helped instead of just ogled, we would have been done in half the time,” retorted Meghan with an accusatory undertone in her voice.
Peter snorted involuntarily with amusement. By himself, he thought: She has a point, bro. We were ogling them while they did all the work.
Aidan looked toward Meghan with a predatory grin: “Not tired yet, eh?”
Aidan gripped Meghan from behind and pulled her close. His voice held a mixture of threat and anticipation: “So you think I’m lazy, huh? Do you want me to show you ‘lazy?’”
Meghan felt hands clamping down on her arms like vises. With her heart pounding excitedly, she struggled against the grip as hard as she could. Of course, Aidan’s grasp was much too strong for her efforts to make any difference, and she relished her helplessness while being dragged to the ladder.
Meghan hung from the ladder; her legs spread. To literally rub in her helplessness, Aidan rubbed himself against her while using his hands to play with her body. Meghan pulled on the restraints—there was no realistic way to get free.
As the ultimate sign of his domination, Aidan blocked Meghan's face and pinched her nose. Only after a few seconds, when her eyes widened and she started fighting for air, he released his hand.
That arrogant grin, relishing her distress, pushing her to her limits but not beyond—this was why Meghan both liked and hated Aidan.
Then Aidan took Meghan with deep, powerful strokes. Primed as she was, she exploded with screams of carnal lust.
At the same time, Peter ordered Nicole to use her mouth on him. Although she would have preferred to feel him inside her, she dutifully complied. She had done this so often in the past weeks that it was the obvious thing to do.
Nicole’s heart pounded when she felt hands from behind gripping and spreading her arms like wings. She swallowed, still tasting a remnant of Peter’s ejaculate in her mouth. At the same time, her heart pounded. Being held like this felt so wonderfully helpless and exposed. Nicole gasped when something soft and moist scraped against her back. At first, she did not know what it was. Then it became clear to her and her glance was involuntarily drawn toward Peter’s penis, still glistening from her saliva.
“Check her snatch,” called out Aidan. “She should be nice and wet now.”
Nicole gasped again, louder this time, when she felt Peter’s finger scraping across her vulva and pushing into her.
“Yep,” responded Peter. “She’s dripping.”
Aidan chuckled: “Then what are we waiting for? Still need time to recover, bro?”
Nicole could see that Peter had indeed recovered and was ready for more action.
Meghan smiled quietly while watching Nicole. It was always exciting to be taken from both sides. Been there, done that. The blonde girl did what she had to do and gave as good as she took.
Meghan wriggled to find a more comfortable position. Her shoulders hurt and she felt stiff, having to balance on her toes while hanging on the ladder. But that unpleasantness was part of the game.
She missed her time in her master’s stable; she even missed Annika’s whippings (but only a little bit). Well, the end of the term wasn’t too far away and during summer she would certainly go back.
“Now, Meggie-baby, if you want another bite from the apple, beg nicely. Tell me what an obedient little girlie you are, and all the nice things you want to do for me!”
For a moment, Meghan was overcome by her desire to have another piece from the juicy apple… but only for a moment.
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Eventually, Meghan was allowed off the ladder. After lunch, the girls were ordered to stand in front of Aidan and Peter.
“What do we do with you now?” mused Aidan. “Fuck right away or let you dance first.”
Nicole didn’t care. She thoroughly enjoyed posing naked and waiting for orders. She could do it forever and enjoy it. Exposing herself made her feel desirable and feminine.
To Nicole's surprise, she heard Meghan snort and snap at Aidan: “If you wanna dance, why don’t you do it yourself?” Apparently, Meghan wasn’t done taunting Aidan, despite her time on the ladder. Nicole did not know what would happen, but it probably would not be pleasant for Meghan.
When defying Aidan, Meghan did not know how he would react. She was sure that he would do something, and the anticipation of his method of dealing with her defiance was part of what fueled her excitement. Her bets were on being whipped, and she was ready for that. While she did not crave pain, under the right circumstances — especially when done by the strong hand of an experienced master — being whipped was an exciting adventure.
However, Aidan had other ideas: He just bound her on one of the railings and thus used the weight of her body against her. Meghan had to keep pulling herself up to relieve the pressure between her legs: Her full body weight rested on a small area in her sensitive crotch.
Meghan knew full well that she was fighting a losing battle against her own body, while Aidan had to do nothing. He could leisurely watch her suffering. It was an inescapable predicament: Its sadistic simplicity made it even more delicious.
Noting Meghan’s excitement, Aidan kept increasing her desire. Passionate kisses, gently stroking her skin, fondling her breasts. Soon, Meghan was happily purring with eager arousal.
Then, suddenly, Aidan stepped back, crossed his arms, and observed Meghan’s gradual descent from the height of pleasure to the depths of torment. With a leering grin, he taunted Meghan: “When you had enough, just beg me to fuck you, honey!”
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While Meghan was squirming on the fence, Peter and Aidan amused themselves with Nicole.
After Peter had tied Nicole’s hands behind her back — not that this would have been necessary, but Peter knew how much she liked being restrained — they passed Nicole back and forth, using her as a toy to satisfy their lust.
For Nicole, in her fantasies she had often imagined being a helpless plaything, but in reality, this was a new and intense experience. Her arms being tied was the icing on the cake: She reveled in her helplessness and screamed in delight when another climax washed over her.
Meghan squirmed on the fence, covered in sweat from the exertion of pulling herself up. She whimpered quietly when the pain in her crotch almost overcame her.
Aidan, with a laugh, called over to Meghan: “Why don’t you join us, Meg? Don’t be a spoilsport!”
Meghan bit her tongue, looking longingly toward Nicole, who moaned happily, lost in bliss.
During a lull in the action, Nicole became aware of Meghan’s suffering. Her mistress—and friend— moaned and shuddered in pain, riding the fence. It felt unfair, and she wanted Meghan to stop hurting!
Nicole jumped up and glared at Aidan: “Stop it—Please!” she begged, “You can see how much she is suffering. Please make it stop.”
Aidan raised an eyebrow in surprise, like a cat looking at a mouse squeaking defiance at him.
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Aidan grabbed Nicole and spun her around so that she faced Meghan. “You volunteer to take her place?” he asked mockingly, “I’ll let her down if you do, but you’ll need to stay on for at least as long as she was on so far.”
Nicole stared at Meghan, sweat covered and in agony: “I—er,” she stammered, her belly cramped in fear and indecision. She would never manage to keep this up as long as Meghan did. “I—I can’t—” Her voice tapered off with a whimper.
“Thought so!” barked Aidan. “Now sit down and shut up, mouse!”
“It’s ok. Nicky! Aidan! I—I give up,” gasped Meghan, “Aidan—please fuck me. I need your c—cock inside me. I’ll do anything—”
Aidan glanced disdainfully toward Meghan. As Meghan had feared (and secretly hoped), he let her grovel: “Weak! Pah! Go ahead: Tell me what you want to do for me.”
Meghan sighed and, with hidden relief and delight, fully gave into being forced to completely abase herself: “I kiss your feet. Lick your ass crack. Eat the dirt on which you stand. Just get me down, please. I’ll do whatever you want.”
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