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Chapter Two
I had no idea how
long I had been on this pedestal from hell, it seemed like forever to me. I
tried to think of anything to take my mind off the increasing urge to cum.
I thought about
my old school and people I knew. Would anyone miss me?
I knew one person
who would be delighted if she could see my present predicament. That bitch
Jennifer Stern. We always hated each other and she was always trying to make
trouble for me. I can remember once, when I was to be punished with a naked spanking,
after she framed me for something she had done, she volunteered to hold me down
while I was punished.
If it was
Jennifer Stern who had me at her mercy I dread to think what she would do. I
imagined her standing in front of me with that haughty expression on her face,
the one she always used when she had got one over on me.
Yes, she would
definitely make me suffer.
I could feel the burn
of embarrassment and shame flood over me as I saw myself, helpless and
motionless. An inflamed naked slave girl looked back from the mirror. Silent
and tightly gagged.
Waves of
desperation ran through me again as a slight involuntary spasm caused the probe
in my bum to start buzzing.
“This can’t be
happening to me! Please help me. Oh my, oh my. I have to cum. I have to cum
now!” I thought, as the vision of Jennifer Stern holding the remote control for
my collar, pointing at me and laughing, filled my mind.
In the mirror I
saw the inside of my thighs glistening with my juices as I became wetter and
wetter.
I heard a noise
then. The sound of the sliding cargo door hissing open and voices!
Footsteps
approached from behind me and I tried to get a glimpse of who it was in the
mirror. I could tell there were a few people entering the room.
Svetlana swept
into view at my side, swiftly followed by another tall girl in a long black leather
coat and peaked cap. The classic Slaver Girl outfit.
This then was the
Slaver Girls leader Mistress Katrina. She looked stunning and scary in equal
parts. The same height as Svetlana and the same black hair, larger breasts but even
more muscle toned overall. Long lithe powerful legs fitted into thigh high
black boots. The leather coat was open, to reveal a leather bra, flat washboard
tummy and very short leather skirt. An Amazonian warrior girl, in a Slaver Girls
uniform.
Mistress Katrina
held two leashes at the end of which were two very beautiful, rosy cheeked, young
blond girls. They were both naked, except for collars like mine and very high
heeled shoes. Their arms were pinned behind their backs in a single sleeve
which pushed their breasts forward. Neither of them was gagged but they remained
silent as they looked me up and down.
I noted they both
had smooth bare pussies, no hair at all. You could just see their pink lips,
protruding and moist looking. I think they were highly aroused.
“Hold onto these
bitches for me, would you Svetlana my dear? While I inspect your latest
acquisition”
Svetlana happily took
the leashes from her leader.
Mistress Katrina tipped
her head back and slowly took in all the details of my bondage. She took her
time as she circled my body and I saw her swallow before continuing in a
mocking voice.
“Well, what a
pretty little bird we have! Sat upon a perch!”
I could do
nothing but stare back with wide eyes, fighting to stay in control as I reached
yet another impossible level in erotic denial.
“She is even more
beautiful than you described her, Svetlana”
Mistress Katrina
moved to my right hand side and placed her hand so very gently upon my taught,
flat tummy. She tickled me with the faintest of touches, moving her hand in a
slow circle which made me scream into the gag and I couldn’t help but squirm
against that relentless caress.
I should have
kept still as I was now rewarded with unwanted attentions of a stinging probe
in my bum hole as well as the swelling dildo that filled my pussy. My clit was
jutting out inflamed with unbearable passion.
“She has very
soft skin. I like that in a slave girl. She responds well to touch as well. Look
at her dance as I lightly stroke her.”
Mistress Katrina
now placed her other hand at the small of my back and faintly brushed my little
baby hairs, while continuing to tickle my tummy.
Again, I screamed
and screamed into the gag, my whole body trembling as I looked frantically
around for signs of mercy, from anyone.
Mistress Katrina
kept up the gentle touching as she looked straight into my eyes and went on.
“You will do whatever we ask and you will do it immediately and you will do it
absolutely perfectly or you could end up spending a couple of days on the
perch. Do I make myself perfectly clear?”
I gulped.
“You will remain
silent at all times, unless given permission to speak. One word out of place
and you will be punished most severely”
Mistress Katrina
turned to Svetlana holding the two bound beauties and pointed at me.
“I will enjoy helping
you train her. Now bring her along to the preparation room and get her cleaned
up, she has a party to go to.”
With that,
Svetlana handed back the slave leashes and stood directly in front of me. She
reached down between my legs and pressed a button on the perch. Then she
retreated a couple of paces to better study my reactions.
The dildo slowly
withdrew, but my wet pussy tried to hold onto it, sending it hopelessly into
spasms. The expected, longed for, orgasm was elusive.
I thought I would
faint.
Then anal probe followed
and slid very gently from my bum hole causing me to stretch out and squirm. My fingers
and toes flailing ineffectually.
I heard the sound
of the ankle cuffs opening and Svetlana lifted me easily off the perch in one
fluid motion, and set me on the ground. My knees nearly gave way but I managed
to stay upright.
Without further
ado, Svetlana attached a leash to the rear of my collar and frog marched me out
of the room, naked, to be prepared as her new pleasure slave.
I was accompanied
by the two pretty blond slaves that had just witnessed my humiliation on the
perch as we were made to disembark from the space ship. We were made to keep
strictly in step as we descended a ramp onto a large paved area adjoining a
large building complex.
Outside in the sunshine, waiting to get a view
of the new slave was a large group of smirking Slaver Girls. All dressed in
their leather uniforms and caps.
“Quite a show you
put on for us Blondie” said one and they all laughed out loud.
I looked around
and saw I was in what looked like an army base surrounded by a high electric
fence.
“Move it Blondie”
said Svetlana as I was swiftly marched, step by step with my blond companions,
through the main entrance and into the lair of the Slaver Girls.
My pussy was
aching from the attentions of the perch and waves of extreme ecstasy continued
to flow over my nude body. My nipples still jutted out and tingled like mad.
What a pretty picture
I must look, I thought.
Would I ever be
allowed to cum?
I would even have
begged that bitch Jennifer Stern, my worst enemy, to bring me off. Anything to
end this erotic teasing torment.
We were in a long
corridor with doors along either side. About halfway along we turned into a
room on the right. The room was brightly lit with white walls and floor. In the
middle was a black leather couch with an indentation at the centre. My leash
was removed and I was guided backwards onto the couch and found the indentation
was for my arms, which remained pinned behind me.
Svetlana smiled
down at me and touched herself. Intimately.
The two pretty
blondes stood behind her perfectly still, like statues, legs slightly parted,
chins up. From my prone position I could see that they were definitely
extremely aroused. Moisture glistened on their cute pink pussy lips.
“We must remove
your pubic hair Blondie. No slaves are allowed pubic hair. We must fasten you
down first, as this will probably get you a little bit agitated”
She took each of
my ankles and attached them to leather cuffs hanging from the ceiling. My legs
were now held up and wide apart.
Svetlana moved to
a panel on the wall and adjusted some controls. I felt my legs pulled high over
my head, leaving my pussy exposed and vulnerable, for all to see.
I was still
fighting against the increasingly troublesome orgasmic urges. My aching wet pussy
was very swollen and inflamed. I bit down on my gag feeling more helpless than
ever.
I watched
Svetlana putting on surgical gloves and approaching me with a jar of white
cream in her hand. She scooped some out and applied it all over and in my
agitated pussy and bum. Moving quickly she also smothered my legs too.
“We will let that
cream work for a minute or two, it will permanently keep you hairless. Save us
having to shave you all the time”
Svetlana removed
the gloves and casually discarded them in a waste bin by the wall and went on,
“It will tickle for a bit darling”. Then moved to stand just behind the two
pretty blond statues and watched me with a mean grin on her face.
I saw her hands
move slowly between the legs of the poor slaves and for the first time I heard
a sounds from both of them. Only quiet little moans and panting breaths were
allowed. I knew they must not speak.
It was then that
the effect of the cream hit me! My god it tickled like I had never been tickled
before. All over my lower body and even inside my pussy and bum where that
bitch had deliberately put it.
I squirmed about
helplessly while Svetlana watched, all the time toying with her two blond softly
moaning captives. I could see them looking down on me, watching my pussy gape
in anticipation.
“I need to
cum!!!” I shouted silently into the red ball lodged firmly in my mouth.
“Right you should
be done now, lets get you up and showered. We need to get you ready for
tonight’s party. Mistress Katrina will want to see you there, all bare and
ready to please!”
Svetlana undid
the ankle cuffs and gently lowered my legs.
“Sit up and I
will remove that nasty gag, but do not say a word, not one single word or there
will be no orgasm for you tonight. In fact it would be fun to see you go a
couple of days. Especially in the hands of Mistress Katrina”
I nodded, as I
wanted rid of that red ball filling my mouth.
“I will then
remove your arm restraint temporarily while you shower. You will look very
sweet with your pussy naked and smooth”
I looked
imploringly into Svetlana’s cold eyes hoping that she would show me mercy.
“Go in there and
shower, you have ten minutes Blondie” Svetlana pointed to a glass shower stall
where everyone could watch me.
“Be sure to wash
everywhere darling, but do not forget I have your controller here and you will
not be able to bring yourself off.”
The bitch was
really enjoying this and there was absolutely nothing I could do about it. I
went into the stall and showered myself thoroughly, as instructed by my new
mistress.
My pussy felt
very vulnerable being bare like that and my legs were as smooth as silk. Even
around my bum felt exposed, without any hair at all. All this added to my
torment as I again felt a rush of intense titillation due to the aphrodisiac
drug. Another brink surpassed. I got goose bumps, my nipples were hard.
I left the shower
stall and Svetlana dabbed me dry with a soft towel. She then stepped back to
stand between the two blond girls, putting her arms around them both. Svetlana
ran her tongue around her lips. All three looked at me for what seemed an age.
“Yes, you look
lovely darling, now we must put your new shoes on.”
Svetlana went to
the little table where the jar of cream stood, alongside was a pair of
extremely high heeled black shoes. Destined for my poor feet, I knew.
“Of course, these
shoes have been waiting for you for a while now. We knew you would be coming to
join your blond friends. They will fit you perfectly”
Svetlana held
them out to me.
“Put them on and
hurry up about it, we haven’t got all day”
I crouched down
and put them on, all the time I could feel three pairs of eyes watching my
every move. I stood up straight, feeling a little unsteady at first but I have
worn heels like this before and knew I would be OK. I could see the affect on
their faces, I knew I looked hot. This made me have another rush from the drug
and I moaned as silently as I could. I did not want to spend two days with Mistress
Katrina!
Svetlana smiled.
“We have to put your arms back into this single sleeve, my pretty little
flower. But we will leave your dainty fingers free. We are not completely
without mercy”
She held it up.
“Turn around,
there’s a good girl. Hmm, aren’t you soft and smooth? Now put your arms in,
that’s it”
And it was back
on, fastened about my shoulders and zipped up past my elbows.
I was again
completely naked and helpless in the hands of my new mistress, Svetlana. On my
way to begin my new life, as her pleasure slave on a strange planet, with no
hope of escape. Bare pussy throbbing and nipples jutting, I was being led out
of the door. I was going to a party.
What would my old
school rival, Jennifer Stern, have made of this?
To be continued.
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