Nicole, aroused and half-way to her second climax, moaned: āPlease! Donāt stop.ā
Ignoring her pleas, Peter turned to Meghan. Pointing to the cross, he asked: āYou know, I always wanted to see that in action. What can you do with someone there, apart from the obvious, of course?ā
Meghan smiled: āMy master had a game that he let us play on each other. Iāll show you.ā She grabbed Nicole and pushed her toward the cross.
Nicole was still cresting the wave of her arousal when Meghan started chaining her to the cross. Well aware that Peter was watching their every move, Nicole felt a tingle of excitement, born from the embarrassment of being spread out naked.
Soon, Nicole would be completely helpless. What would they do to her?
With Nicole securely fastened to the cross, it was time for Meghan to get shackled. Peter had asked her for a pair of handcuffs, which she readily produced.
Meghan sighed softly when the hard iron rings encircled her wrists. She had shackled herselfāor asked Nicole to do that after Nicole moved ināoften enough, but it just wasnāt the same. Nothing beat being restrained by a masterāeven if Peter filled that role just temporarily.
Peter hadnāt asked for the key, and it remained tucked away in the cupboard where the handcuffs normally lay. In this moment, Meghan promised herself to leave the shackles on for as long as she could: tomorrow at noon, when she had to get ready for her classes.
Peter pulled her close and started kissing her passionately. As much as Meghan wanted to be devoured, that was not what she had to do in this moment. āWait, sir,ā she whispered, ālet me play with Nicky first, please. Youāll like it; I promise.ā
In the quiet of the dungeon, Nicole could clearly hear the whisper. This was the moment when her helplessness really hit home. Naked and spreadeagled, there was nothing she could do but let Meghan āplayā with her, whatever that meant. And Peter would watch or participate, and there was nothingānothing at allāNicole could do.
Even before anyone touched Nicole, her arousal reached new heights. But, of course, she could not touch herself, which made things even worse. It was delightful erotic torture, and Nicole whimpered softly, overcome by unfulfilled desire.
Meghanās shackled hands did not bother her. For what she was planning to do she needed no hands. This was something she had lots of experience with: both on the giving and the receiving end.
Kneeling in front of Nicole, Meghan used her tongue to stimulate Nicoles clitoris. It did not take long for Nicole to moan and whimper in terminal arousal, on the brink of another orgasm. That was when Meghan stopped caressing Nicoleās vulva. She switched to lightly biting Nicoleās nipples and kissing her. Only when Nicole had calmed down a bit did she continue with her stimulation. After a while, Nicole, almost driven mad by arousal while being unable to reach a climax, had devolved into a screaming, whimpering bundle of lust, begging for release.
Peter, watching Nicole weeping and quivering while spread out on the cross, watched in fascination with his penis throbbing in his pants.
Triggered by an inviting glance from Meghan, Peter stepped in. Now, it was up to him to grant Nicole what she so desperately needed.
He leaned in and asked, āDo you want it? Huh? Tell me!ā After letting Nicole beg pitifully for a few more seconds, his fingers granted her relief.
When the climax hit per, Nicole quivered violently, still being held fast by the solid metal shackles. Finally, she calmed down and hung exhausted on the cross.
Peter, feeling that it was now his turn, grabbed Meghan and pulled her toward the mattress.
Bringing Nicole to an earth-shattering climaxāafter considerable beggingāhad imbibed Peter with a feeling of power. For a few minutes, her fate had literally rested in his fingers.
Still coasting on that feeling, Peter turned to Meghan. She had said that she wanted him to be more assertive. Very well, if that was what she wanted, he liked that feeling.
Meghan kneeled next to him, naked and shackled. He gripped her by the armānot brutally, but firmly enough to make her flinchāand shoved her onto the mattress. āTurn on your belly! Face down!ā he rasped.
Meghanās eyes widened, maybe surprised at his harsh command, but she complied without delay.
Peter spread her legs, lay down on top of her and entered her from behind. Almost too late he remembered that he had forgotten to check Meghanās vagina for lubrication, but he found that this was entirely unnecessary. Meghan was more than ready to receive him.
While Peter pounded Meghan, she squealed in delight.
Over the last minutes, Nicole slowly came off her post-climactic high. Watching Peter and Meghan on the mattress brought her own helplessness back to her attention like a wave crashing over her. She was firmly attached to the furniture; effectively a piece of furniture herself. She could do nothing except watch the couple on the mattress. Had she screamed like Meghan when she came?
Nicole did not know how to feel: In equal parts jealous, aroused by her helplessness, lonely and eager to participate, relishing being naked and spread-eagled. She realized that being a slave girl was both easyābecause so much of her agency was taken from herāand not easy at allābecause she still had to cope with her conflicting feelings.
While cradling Meghan from behind, Peter heard Nicole sigh softly, still attached to the cross. He almost felt bad for her. In his passionate taking of Meghan, he had almost forgotten about Nicky!
There was a way to remedy that, and Peter needed a break from lovemaking, anyway. So, he got up and released Nicole from the cross. Of course, he did not leave her hands free; they were locked behind her back right away.
A passionate kiss rekindled his energies. Was he up for another round? Only one way to find out! He ordered Nicole to lie down on top of Meghan and got to work.
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Peter had gone home. He lived with some of his fatherās relatives, and staying overnight would have raised questions that he was not yet ready to answer.
As Meghan had vowed, she remained shackled. While she could have unlocked herself with the key stowed away in the storage locker, she did not want to break the spell. Self-bondage was one thing, but being shackled by a master was quite another. She wanted to preserve that feeling for as long as possible. And so, she planned to remain naked and shackled in the basement until the next day at noon, when she had to get ready for school.
Nicole and Meghan spent the night together: Here, they were just two slave girls sharing a common fate. They ignored the mattress. The discomfort of lying on the floor added to the spiciness of the situation. They spent the hours mostly napping, but also playing with each other.
From time to time, Meghan took Nicole out for a walk as a reward. As things were, Meghan was thoroughly satisfied with Nicoleās development: She remained an eager student and proved herself as an obedient slave.
It was a warm evening, and the girls were on the way back from a nearby park. They rarely went indoors. After weeks spent mostly alone in the basement, Nicole found bustling crowds increasingly oppressive and disorienting.
On the way back, they were discussing plans for the upcoming weekend. Peter had asked if they would like to spend the days with him and his friend Aidan.
āAidan,ā sighed Meghan, with a sour grin. āI didnāt know Peter and he were friends. You know, Aidan and Iā¦ weāve met before.ā
āWhere?ā asked Nicole, āWhat happāā
At this moment Nicole was rudely interrupted by a stranger confronting them.
The man acted agitated and aggressive. Nicole looked around. At this late hour, they were alone on the street. Meghan pushed her to the back while facing the man.
With a wild-eyed stare, the man spat hurriedly: āIāI am aāa special agent. You needāto come with me, now!ā.
Nicole felt scared. The man seemed disturbed, and about to lose self-control.
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With a sudden movement, the man pulled a knife from under his shirt. Waving the blade through the air with jerking movements, he screamed: āI donāt need you! Go away! Iāll just take the blonde! Now go away or IāllāIāllāā
Nicole was frozen with shock. Unable to move, she protectively raised her hands. What should she do? Run away? In her indecision, she hoped that Meghan would tell her. To her surprise, Nicole noticed that Meghan started what almost, but not quite, looked like a dance.
It happened so fast that Nicole almost didnāt see what felled the man.
Meghanās foot lashed out and hit him squarely between with legs. Squealing like a pig, the man dropped the knife and stumbled back, off balance. While he was falling backwards, another kick hit him on his temple, and he slumped to the ground like a ragdoll.
Nicole hugged Meghan, overcome by relief: āGod! I was so scared! How did youā I didnāt know that you couldāā
Meghan panted, shaking slightly. During the action, she had remained calm and concentrated. Only now, after the immediate danger had passed, did she realize what she had been through: āItās OK, Nicky! Calm down. My masterāhe was very keen that all girls in the Stable can defend themselves. We trained in karateāwhat I used hereāshooting, and, er, other things. Now, letās get out of here and go home before this jerk wakes up again.ā
āShouldnāt we call the police, or something?ā asked Nicole.
āHell, no!ā answered Meghan, still emotional after the fight. āAt best, weāll be held up for hours. At worst, theyāll arrest us and keep us for fun. Come on, letās go!ā
Back in the basement, Nicole felt predominantly relief. Here she was back in the quiet, safe surroundings of her dungeon. No matter that she was naked and shackled. By now, this seemed almost more normal than wearing clothes.
Kneeling at Meghanās feet, she exclaimed: āThank you, Meghan! Thank you! Without youā I wouldnāt have known what to do. I canāt give you anything that you donāt already have, but pleaseā Iām so glad that youāre my mistress, and Iāll do anythingāā
Meghan seemed almost embarrassed by Nicoleās outburst and signalled her to be quiet: āItās OK, Nicky. It wasnāt that big of a deal, really. OK, Iāll admit, I always liked hand-to-handāā She grinned. āāin training, I even flattened Master a couple of times. Itās OK, really. You can learn that, too, you know? Iāll teach you some basic techniquesāand I wonāt go easy on you, slave!ā
For the rest of the evening, Meghan decided to spend time with Nicole in the basement to calm her down.
Somewhat later, Nicole said musingly: āIsnāt it weird? Down here, I feel safer than out there, despite having no clothes andāā She held of her iron shackle. āāthis.ā
Meghan sighed: āI was afraid that youād say that, Nicky. I know the feeling, and itās not healthy, sorry.ā
Nicole looked at her with confusion in her eyes.
Meghan continued: āNicky, weāve reached the point where we need to go out more. Spend time with others. I donāt want you to lose all your social skills. Here is what we do: For starters, Iāll tell Peter that weāll join Aidan and him on that weekend excursion. That will beā¦ interesting, and my master tells me that spending time with Aidan builds character.ā She rolled her eyes and sighed again.
Inevitably, the scary encounter with the knife-wielding madman wormed its way into Nicoleās fantasies. It was a scary counterfactual, properly left to fantasy only: What if that man had managed to overpower them?
Nicole shook like a leaf in a thunderstorm, watching the horrid spectacle with wide tear-filled eyes. Meghan had refused to apologize, and now the man was taking violent revenge for what she had done to him. Brutal whip lashes slammed into Meghanās back. Gleefully savouring Meghanās suffering, the man went on and on.
Nicole knew that she would be next, and she would certainly beg for mercy. If she offered to please him any way he wanted, maybe he would spare her?
Nicoleās self-defense training started the next morning, and it placed heavy emphasis on physical fitness. Meghan, concluding that Nicole needed to build up muscles first, instituted a strict exercise regimen. For Nicole, it was torture. Well-intentioned tortureāNicole understood the rationaleābut that did not make it more pleasant. And Meghanās methods of āencouragementā were brutalāand brutally effective.
An Army drill sergeant would have been proud of Meghan yelling, a few inches from Nicoleās ears: āARMS UP! One more minute, Nicky! You can do it! ONE! MORE! MINUTE!ā
Nicole strained with all her might. She knew only too well that Meghan held a crop behind her back and would use it with abandon if she failed. Nicoleās shoulders were on fire, but she would not disappoint her mistress or herself!
Since she submitted to Meghan, Nicole had been forbidden to pleasure herself. At night, this was enforced by keeping her hands shackled behind her back. During the day, there was a camera. Meghan had made clear that Nicole would regret being caught. Nicole would be severely punished, eventually even forced to wear a chastity belt permanently.
Consequently, Nicole suffered from perpetual orgasm withdrawal. Her bodily urges and her over-active imagination fuelled each other in a vicious circleāand she couldnāt do anything about it. She could only moan and squirm, while letting her arousal burn. It was so hard to refrain from masturbating, but Nicoleās fear of punishment held her back.
Thus, it was always a welcome relief when Meghan allowed Nicole an orgasm. She did this from time to time as a reward, and it was expected that Nicole would bring herself to a climax as fast as possible.
Due to Nicoleās āpriming,ā this never took long, sometimes less than a minute: The added humiliation of being forced to make a spectacle of herselfāmasturbate on command, naked on her knees while being watchedāadded fuel to her flames.
Part of the training was a daily run of at least five kilometers. The girls had their usual route through the park. First, there was more space than on the street. Second, the grass was easier on their bare feet than the asphalt. And third, Nicole got habituated to showing her body in public, wearing the skimpiest training outfit that could still be called a training outfit.
Nicole kept fantasizing about what the knife-wielding madman might be doing to her and Meghan if he had his way:
The sun was setting and the mosquitoes buzzing above the stale pond were a constant, tormenting nuisance. The girlsā naked bodies provided a rich feast for the thirsty insects. āIāll let you dangle here for now,ā the man taunted the two girls. Nicoleās shoulders were on fire. Hanging from her wrists for hours was pure torture. The man laughed uglily. āIāll be back later, then youāll have a chance to beg me to spend the night with me, and youāll better make it convincing.ā
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