The Fox and the Hound
Part 2
NEVADA WAS PULLED ALONG BEHIND A LEASH. She had no idea where she was going, or
what was to take place. She knew when she had submitted to her master's idea
that they attend a slave social, she was placing her entire being in someone
else's control. It frightened her, it excited her.
The pull on the leash stopped. Hands grasped her shoulders. Nevada stood still,
unable to see, unable to speak. The tight rubber hood she wore muffled sound,
but she could hear. She gasped as unseen hands tugged on the chain attached to
her tender nipples. A woman laughed. A slap across her breast. Fire raced
through her breasts and chest. The chains made a jangling sound.
A touch on her naked buttocks. A second hand caressed her furry mons. She arched
her back in pleasure/fear. Nevada felt something being attached to her right
ankle. When she moved her foot ever so slightly, she felt the pull of a chain.
She waited for the process to be repeated on her other leg, but nothing
happened.
Strong hands grasped each of her wrists, holding her captive. She felt a strap
being attached to a ring in the back of the collar she wore. One at a time, her
arms were bent at the elbow, the wrist cuffs locked to the strap. The bondage
position made her back arch, causing her to thrust her breasts forward through
the holes in the rubber garment she wore. She could feel the sweat running
beneath it. Was it from the heat? Was it anticipation? Or something darker
still?
Hands on her shoulders forced Nevada to her knees. The ballgag was unfastened -
she flexed her jaws in relief. To her surprise, the rubber hood encasing her
head was unfastened and removed. Her long red hair cascaded down past her
shoulders. Nevada blinked in the sudden brightness - she had been blindfolded
for what seemed to her to be hours. She kept her gaze downcast - she knew that
for a slave to look on a master or mistress without permission was a serious
error, and she had enough to worry about.
The Mistress walked across the room to where the girl stood helpless. A skin
tight, shiny black latex catsuit that looked like it was sprayed on caressed
every inch of the Mistress's well shaped body. She moved like a sleek and
predatory jungle cat, silently, every muscle rippling with eagerness for the
hunt.
She let her gaze roam down the slave girl's body, admiring the way she had been
prepared. Arms sheathed in opera length latex bondage mitts. A tight, tight
rubber top, with holes for her breasts to be exposed and played with. A broad
leather collar to keep her head erect. Nevada's legs looked extra long and
smooth in the second skin of shiny latex stockings. Mistress Renee licked her
lips in pleasurable anticipation.
Even with her eyes lowered, Nevada could not help but see the long, shapely legs
of a mistress. She could see other pairs of feet and legs near her, some
barefoot, some in stockings and heels or leather boots. She didn't say a word as
hands entwined themselves in her flame coloured hair, and jerked her head back.
Nevada looked up into the gaze of the mistress who was in charge of her.
"Well, pretty little slave," came the woman's voice. "You're going to put on a
show for us. We know we're going to enjoy it, but you know what?" The woman's
voice took on a darker tone. "We don't care if you do!!" purred the silky
feminine voice.
"Yes Mistress," Nevada demurely replied. The woman planted a hard kiss on
Nevada's mouth. A hot tongue insinuated itself between her red lips, prying open
her teeth and sweeping through the now open cavern. As suddenly as it began, the
kiss was broken off.
"Thank you, Mistress," Nevada stammered, a hot blush sweeping her face. The
mistress laughed at Nevada's confusion. Keeping her hands entwined in Nevada's
hair, the dominatrix gestured in the direction of a nearby slave who was
obviously awaiting a command. The girl crept forward, offering the Mistress a
jumble of leather straps.
"You will wear this for our pleasure," dictated the mistress. Expertly she began
buckling straps in place - in a flash Nevada was gagged once more, only this
time a round plastic tube kept her mouth open. Smiling, the mistress slithered a
finger into the gaping hole. "Mmmm, this will be fun. I sure hope you like the
taste of cock, little slave!"
FROM WHERE HE SAT, tied to the bondage chair, Colin could see the impudent
female slave, suspended upside down with her legs wide apart, her sex exposed
for all the world to see. A man, the one who had been in the room before with
Mistress Renee, entered the room. The master crossed the room, oblivious to
Colin, and stood before the female. He ran his hands up her legs from her thigh
to her ankles, then slowly back down again. She squirmed in her suspension at
his touch.
"You're the hot one, aren't you!" he laughed. He ran his fingers through her
muff, wringing a moan from the girl. Laughing, he began to slap her female core,
not hard, but in a steady rhythm. She began to move in response to his touch.
After more than a dozen slaps, he reached behind her and gave her ass a
resounding smack! traci jerked in her bondage, and he began beating out a rhythm
on her splayed slit once more. Every so often he would deliver a stinging slap
to her thighs, her ass, her breasts, but always he would return to his steady
ministrations. The girl began to buck as he masturbated her.
"Not so fast!" he said. He pressed his body against hers, wrapping his arms
around her legs, stopping her movement. traci cried out in pleasure as he
suddenly buried his face in her exposed sex. His head bobbed and circled as he
tongued her, drawing gasps and cries from the suspended slave.
"Please master, let me come!" she begged.
"Not yet, little slut!" he laughed. Carefully so as to keep her from falling, he
lowered her to the ground. traci lay still as he detached the spreader bar. He
drew her to her feet by her collar. "You're to be punished for your impudence."
He hooked a leash to her collar. Bending down, he fastened a short hobble chain
to her ankle cuffs - she could walk, but only with tiny, mincing steps. "You're
to be put on display," he said. He tugged on the leash and began to walk to the
door. "Now, heel!"
traci was led down a hallway to another door. The girl was not surprised to see
the people in the party room - after all, her master had brought her there to
assist in the party and festivities. But several things had changed while she
was suspended in the "green room", as the dominants had called it. The slave
girl she had treated so impudently was tethered to a ring in the floor. A male
slave knelt worshipping at a dom's boots, his upraised butt serving as a table
for drinks. He was very careful not to spill! Other tops indulged in various
amusements with bottoms, or just ignored them altogether and chatted among
themselves.
traci noticed one of the mistresses watching her, so she immediately cast her
glance downward. Master was leading her to a corner of the room. She
concentrated on following him - she did not want to stumble and fall, not with
her arms still in the leather sheath! He stopped before a raised platform. She
could see what looked like a motor resting on a table at one end of the
platform, but she could not see what else was there.
traci stood still as he turned to face her. Again, he pressed his body tight
against hers. She felt his chest hairs against her nipples. His hard cock bulged
beneath the leather pouch he wore; she could feel its solidity pressing against
her naked flesh. He put his arms around her, and grasped the wrist strap to the
arm sheath. He stepped back, raising the sheath, forcing her to bend at the
waist. Stretching forward, she gave his chest a tentative lick, tasting his hair
against her tongue.
"Is he going to suspend me like this?" she thought. Her master had suspended her
in this position many times. traci well understood the stresses it placed on the
leg muscles, not to mention the shoulders. She almost creamed as she remembered
the feel of her master's cock, sliding in and out of her from behind while the
position rendered her helpless.
The master released his grip. traci remained as she was, bending at the waist,
arms in the air. His swollen cock sprang free as he unsnapped the leather pouch.
She dared a glance at his face, as she felt the hands grab her head. traci
opened her mouth, impaling herself on his hard meat. Slowly, as she had been
trained to do, she slid her mouth up and down his shaft. She licked the purple
head with her tongue, leaving a glistening trail of saliva behind. The hands
pushed her head down once more, holding her there. traci felt his cock thrust to
the back of her throat, causing her to gag.
Suddenly, to her surprise, traci felt several pairs of hands on her body,
lifting her from the ground. The master she was sucking stepped back, releasing
himself from her mouth. She could feel herself being picked up bodily. Hands
kept her legs apart while she was carried over to the platform. Now she could
see the small bench at the centre of the platform. It was narrow, padded
leather. traci felt the cold leather against her belly, her breasts hanging free
as she was made to lie face down on the bench. The leather bench was very small
and narrow, and only just supported her weight. Her ankles were released from
the hobble chain, only to have strong hands pull them wide apart. Chains
attached to rings in the side of the platform kept her legs widely spread, so
much so that her feet did not touch the wooden platform.
Hands pulled her head back - traci opened her mouth as something hard was
pressed against it. She could see it was a woman who was gagging her. From the
feel of her mouth, she knew the gag was identical to the one the red haired
slave wore, a gag designed to keep her mouth open and available for use by any
one. Swiftly a blindfold was pulled over her eyes. She was beginning to
understand what the master had meant when he said she was to be put on display!
Hands supported her shoulders. traci felt the leather arm sheath being
unbuckled, releasing her arms. Instinctively she lowered her hands to touch the
surface of the platform, trying to help support her weight. She felt a bar being
attached to her wrist cuffs, imprisoning her arms, She heard a lock being
snapped shut - when she tried to raise her arms, they moved only about an inch -
the bar had been secured to the platform! Now she was truly helpless.
traci lowered her head.
"We'll have none of that, slut!" came a woman's imperious voice. A hand entwined
her hair once more, raising her head up. traci felt something hard being placed
beneath her chin. "This will keep that mouth of yours in just the right
position," said the unseen mistress. The slave girl tried, but she could no
longer lower her head. She felt a finger intrude in her mouth,a foreshadowing of
what was yet to come.
The first blow of the whip across her buttocks made her jump. The pain raced
like wildfire through her as she was whipped. The blows landed on her ass,
against the backs of her thighs. Six, ten, twenty strokes. traci moaned as hands
rubbed and kneaded her burning cheeks. The sudden striking of a riding crop in
the tender valley between her cheeks made her cry out.
Some one said, "Now it's time to warm you up."
The flogging was methodical, purposeful. traci winced and shuddered as the
cat-o-nine tails was used on various parts of her exposed body. The blows were
not hard enough to mark, but delivered with enough impact to bring the blood to
the top of the skin, making traci's whole body feel as if it were on fire.
"Oh slave, you should see how your body is heating up," said the mistress. "Such
lovely red stripes! And so many of them!"
The rhythm of the blows changed, from soft, almost loving to harsh thwacks, then
to soft again. Some times two or three fell rapidly, then there would be a
steady rhythm of four or five, each spaced a second or two apart.
"Bring me another whip," demanded the mistress.
The rhythm of the whipping changed again as the mistress used two cats, raining
blows all over traci's splayed body. Hard, soft, rapidly in bunches, and then
one at a time. traci lost all count of how many times she was struck with the
whips. Clusters of fiery red blotches appeared on her inner thighs, her back,
across her breasts, her buttocks.
traci whimpered, her whole body and especially her ass and thighs, suffused with
a burning heat.
"The show is about to start," commanded a woman from somewhere behind traci.
"Prepare her, then go get the male."
The cool oil that dribbled between her ass cheeks felt wonderfully soothing. She
wriggled her bottom as a hand gently worked the oil around the tender flesh. The
slippery touch on her slit made traci gasp. A slickened finger invaded her
anally, making her squirm. A hand massaged and rubbed the oil into her female
core. traci reveled in the sensations. Then, as suddenly as it began, the hands
were withdrawn. traci lay there, panting, desperately wondering what was to
happen next, and then, after that?
traci winced at the bite of the nipple clamps. Her nipples were pinched and
stretched at the same time, as weights were added to the clamps. Her breath was
sucked in hard as the weights were made to spin, the motion sending rockets of
painful pleasure through her already burning breasts.
Fingers rubbed her labia, parting the tender flesh, exposing her opening. traci
felt pressure against her slit, something large and hard. Instinctively, she
moved toward the object, the motion making the nipple weights swung in a
pendulum motion. The object plunged into her, filling her inner core. She was
almost overwhelmed by the fullness of the object inside her. She wanted it to
move, to fuck her hard, to bring her to the release she enjoyed so much. She
squeezed her muscles, and rotated her hips as much as her bonds would allow her.
Frustration grew as she realized that she was stretched out so wickedly she
could hardly move.
The mistress watching slashed at traci's ass with her whip. traci jumped and
cried out at the sudden pain.
"You'll have plenty of time for that, you hot little slut!" sneered the
mistress. "As you will soon find out!"
traci heard a humming noise. Suddenly, the dildo began to move. The hard plastic
cock invading her, was pulled back, then plunged into her again, just as if it
were a man fucking her. The in-out motion continued, the artificial cock pumping
in and out, in and out, the rhythm of strokes steady and without rest or mercy.
She realized the humming noise was the sound of a motor - the cock was
mechanized!
The mistress patted traci's ass cheeks, adding to the captive girl's sensations.
traci squirmed as something was slipped into her anus. Then, a second small
object, and a third - she realized she was to be filled with anal beads, too.
MISTRESS RENEE TUCKED THE SLAVEGIRL NEVADA under the chin with her riding crop.
Obediently the girl raised her head, but not her eyes.
"Good girl," purred Mistress Renee. "Remember the impudent slave in our 'Green
Room'? Look and see what she is going through." She steered the slave's head
toward a corner of the room. "Aren't you glad you're not in her place?"
Nevada stared at the tableau unfolding in the corner of the room. traci was
stretched and spreadeagled, held almost immovable by a cunning arrangement of
straps and fetters. She was being used three ways at once. Her chin supported by
a head rest, a master was making the most of her mouth, sliding his swollen cock
in and out as a gag held her jaws wide open. Nevada knew she wore the same type
of gag, and a delicious tremor of anticipation shuddered down her spine.
She saw traci's hips pump and grind as she was mercilessly fucked by a dildo
attached to a rod. Nevada's eyes grew wider as she realized that the dildo was
connected to by the rod to a small motorized pump - traci would have no respite
until someone turned the motor off.
A mistress dressed in leather was slowly removing anal beads from traci's ass.
Each time she pulled a bead out, she smacked the girl's ass with a rubber whip.
Every time traci jerked in reaction to the whip, the man fucking her mouth would
moan in pleasure.
"I wonder how long she'll be able to stand that," mused Mistress Renee. Reaching
down, she stroked Nevada's breast. "Or how long you could take that treatment,
hmmm?"
Nevada watched as the Mistress who had been whipping traci rested the whip on
the girl's back. Stopping the motor, the mistress attached some wires leading
from a small black box to a raised portion on the dildo, most of which was still
penetrating the slavegirl. Satisfied she had the connections right, the Mistress
picked up the black box and restarted the motor.
"Well, this will be interesting," mused Mistress Renee. "Slave traci's about to
get a new surprise. A shocking surprise, if you will." Mistress laughed.
The dildo resumed pumping in and out of traci. Holding the box with one hand,
the mistress turned a dial. traci moaned into the cock filling her mouth. Her
hips bucked wildly.
"You see, slave," Mistress Renee explained, "it's not just motorized, but every
time the knobs on the plastic cock touch her labia or clit, she gets a mild
shock. Not enough to hurt her, at least, not yet - the mistress can increase the
voltage", she mused.
Nevada watched as the girl writhed in her bondage, helpless and tormented.
The mistress turned Nevada's head to face her own gaze.
"Maybe I'll let you experience that later," she said menacingly. "What do you
think, hmmm?"
Nevada's eyes widened in fear.
Mistress Renee laughed. "Don't worry, I have something quite amusing in mind for
you." She saw two slaves lead a bound male into the room. She clapped her hands,
and announced, "Come everybody, it's time for the fox and the hound!" She turned
to Nevada with an evil grin. "And you're the fox the hound must catch!"
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