Bound Ankles

10 Tying Up Loose Ends

Jan’s home was dusty but very good to be back to. Jan and the twins were overjoyed to be back and made no attempt to hide it. Donna, having had her hands crossed and tied behind her back in the car after leaving the airport, was back to normal. She was sure that very soon her clothes would be taken from her and she would be completely back to normal.

Nigel was the only one not sharing in the joy. He sat on a couch, deep in thought. Finally, as Jan was announcing that she was going to fire up the kitchen for dinner, he stood and went to Jan. “I’ve got some things to do. Important things.” Jan looked disappointed. “I’ll be back. But there is something that has to be done. You go ahead and get things back the way you want them. We’ll talk about... About us.”

Jan nodded, apparently words failing her. Nigel kissed her gently and left.

Donna lost her clothes before dinner, the twins saw to that.

All four enjoyed the food and the twins took Donna downstairs to the big room for a little torture before bedtime. They put her on the Horse. Only for a little while, just half an hour. But it was enough to make Donna feel she was home. It also hurt her pussy considerably but she tried not to protest or cry out too loudly. Later, after the twins returned to let her down, she was taken to Jan’s bedroom. There, naked and with her hands bound behind her back, she shared the bed of her mistress, servicing her with a lust and vigor that soon had her mistress gasping in ecstasy. Afterwards, her ankles were tied together and she slept happily beside her mistress.

The next day a phone call came for Jan. She listened, then sent the twins to fetch Donna from the tree in the garden they had lashed her to right after breakfast. Donna was dressed but with her hands handcuffed behind her back. Then all four got into Jan’s car and drove over to Margaret Summers’ house.

Inside, down in the dungeon, they found Margaret. The woman showed every sign of a struggle. Her hair was in disarray, there were some bruises on her arms and other marks that made it look as if her clothes had been torn from her body. She was completely naked and well bound when the girls walked in on her. Nigel was standing to one side, supervising the binding of Margaret’s assistant, Julie. The beautiful black girl was also naked and had been bound with arms behind her back, elbows corded tightly together, and legs tied at knees and ankles. Nigel and another man were about to put her into one of the shipping boxes that had been used when Donna and Jan were kidnapped. The girl had just been bent over and the strap over her body was being tightened down to squash her to the bottom of the box.

That job finished, Nigel and the man approached Margaret. Beside her lay a second box, open and waiting. Margaret was gagged with a rubber wad and strap gag that effectively prevented any loud noises and made speech an impossibility, She was obviously mad as hell and all present were certain those were terrible oaths and curses she was uttering into her gag. She had been bound as with Julie, arms behind her with elbows together, legs together. Being a big woman and very strong, it was a struggle to get her into the box. Jan even helped.

“Margaret was the last loose end,” said Nigel as he pulled savagely on the strap, crushing Margaret down. “If we didn’t do something about her, she would just kidnap you and the twins again. And Donna. This woman is a menace. There would be no way you could keep her from extracting what she undoubtedly thinks of as justified revenge, Probably on you and the twins, but also me for being the one who took you and Donna from her.”

“What are you doing with her?” asked Pip.

Nigel pointed to a label on the box lid. It was a shipping label and the address was Madam Natasha’s brothel. “She’s going where she won’t every get free. She’ll be Natasha’s pet slavegirl until Natasha tires of her. Then she’ll spend the rest of her life in the brothel, pleasing men every day. I’m sure the Arab gentlemen will enjoy whipping this well-built American woman before they fuck the hell out of her.” That was greeted with a muffled scream from the bound woman in the open box. “Margaret Summers will disappear. Just like you did, Jan.”

Nigel patted her bottom and then put the lid on the box. It was quickly screwed down.

“Sort of justice, no?” asked Nigel, smiling.

Jan looked at the box containing her former friend and more recent enemy. Then she nodded agreement. “And Julie? What are you going to do to her?”

“Same thing. Natasha will know what to do with her.”

“Nigel.. Jan searched for the right words. “Julie hurt us. She put us in some terrible bondage. She even tortured us. But it was all at the command of Margaret. And she was kind to us when she could be. Could you give her something beside a life of pain and degradation in a brothel?”

“That’s what you want?”

“Yes. She doesn’t deserve the same as Margaret.”

“Done,” said Nigel. He unscrewed the lid on Julie’s box and unbuckled the strap holding her down. He and the man he had hired to help him, lifted the frightened girl from the box and sat her on the floor. But they didn’t untie her or un-gag her.

“I expect Julie has someplace she would like to go to? Some place far from here?” The black girl nodded. “Good. And I expect that there is enough cash or jewelry around here to settle her wages?” Again Julie nodded. “Good. Then we’ll leave her here. She’ll stay tied and a prisoner for one day, Then Bill here will come back and untie her, and she’ll be free. I’m doing it this way to make sure that she doesn’t suddenly have an attack of some sort of loyalty to Margaret and try to call the police to stop Margaret from being shipped out of the country.” Julie was shaking her head to let all know that she wouldn’t do that. Or maybe she was saying that she didn’t want to be left alone for twenty-four hours bound like she was. Either way, Nigel ignored her.

“By the way, Natasha is expecting her. I’ll call her as soon as Margaret is on the plane. She’ll be waiting. I doubt Margaret will be in that box more than two days before Natasha gets her hands on her.” He paused then added, “She’ll probably wish she were back in the box before Natasha is finished with her.”

Jan seemed pleased with the way things were turning out.

Before she lead the twins and Donna out, she whispered in Nigel’s ear then kissed him.

With the girls gone, Nigel and the other man carried Julie down the hall to a small room with bird cage like cages hanging from the ceiling. When they left, Julie was crammed into one of the cages, and swaying in the air near the ceiling. They turned off the lights before they left. Apparently Jan was grateful to Julie for small favors, but not too grateful.

There was the swish of leather flashing through the air followed by a female scream of pain. Then a second swish and cry.

“That is simply to show you that I can do it,” said Nigel as he tossed the whip down. Jan, who was the recipient of the two hard and painful lashes across her bottom, looked up into the eyes of this man she loved. Her arms were bound behind her back, the wrists crossed and the elbows linked with tight ropes but not touching, It was a firm bondage and inescapable but one that this naked woman could wear for a long time with no problems. She had been kneeling with her head touching the floor, bottom sticking up in the air for the two strokes. Now she rose and shuffled around on her knees so she was facing Nigel. Her ankles being bound together made it a little slow to do.

“Yes, Master,” Jan said in a quiet voice. All those present knew that she meant it.

Then Jan crawled forward towards the now sitting Nigel until she was between his legs. Nigel, like all those in the dungeon room beneath Jan’s house, was naked. Jan crawled until her face was almost touching Nigel’s rigid male rod. Jan smiled up at her man, then took the female-satisfying tool into her soft, warm mouth. Slowly she began sliding her mouth up and down the huge rod. Nigel leaned farther back in his chair and had a very satisfied grin on his face.

The twins watched from the vantage point of two tiny cages swinging near the ceiling, There were Pip’s and Patsy’s bird cages from Margaret’s and held the naked and previously bound girls quite tightly. Both girls had been bound into balls with very tight ropes, elbows together behind their backs, legs tight together before they had been doubled up. Nigel was well aware of their abilities as escape artists and had made sure that they would not be freeing themselves this evening. Both girls were gagged, too.

Donna, on the other hand, was not tied into a ball and was not locked inside an iron-barred cage. She was astride the Horse with it’s sharp wooden edge cutting into the soft flesh of her sex. Her arms were bound together, elbows touching, and raised high behind her, forcing the girl to bend forward. Her legs were pulled wide apart and bound that way so all her weight was upon her pussy. She was also gagged. And she had been bound so that she faced the place where Nigel was demonstrating his domination over Jan.

“Things will be like this,” he continued as Jan worked his manhood deep into her mouth. “I’m the Master. No arguments, no hassle. But under me, Jan is second in command. The twins come next. And then Donna. Donna is a slavegirl and will stay that way the rest of her life. She is Jan’s slavegirl.”

Through the pain and agony of her outrageous bondage and punished pussy, Donna still managed to smile. She was still Jan’s slave and that was all that mattered. She might not like Jan being submissive to Nigel but she had no say in that matter.

“The twins may use Donna as they wish,” he continued in a lordly manner. “Jan will take care of that, as she always has. I will respect their tender ages and not use the twins as a man uses a woman.” Donna thought she heard sighs from the bird cages. “At least not for a few years.” Jan was working a little faster now. “Donna, of course, being a slavegirl, I will use as I wish.” That brought a muffled little cry of protest from Jan. But she did not allow his penis to slide out of her mouth. Nigel looked down at her. “I am the man around here. I’ve told you this before. I screw whatever woman I want, where ever and whenever. And however. And I will whip and punish any girl I wish. Understand?” His words were gentle but all could tell he meant them sincerely.

Jan nodded her head, which also served to resume her oral attentions of his manhood.

Nigel smiled. “Good. I think we’re all beginning to understand each other.”

Donna whined a little, not wanting to but the ache of that wooden edge cutting into her was horrible. She had been told that she would spend the entire night astride the Horse, an incredible eternity of suffering for any girl. Yet she felt only love for this man who had helped them so much. And a little tingle of excitement at the thought that he might be screwing her. She might feel guilt that all her sexual activities were not directed towards her beloved mistress, but Nigel was all man and Donna sincerely wished she were the one paying homage to that rod with her mouth.

When Nigel stood up and untied Jan’s ankles, Donna whined in frustration mixed with her pain. Then he lifted his woman to her feet, sat back down, then pulled her down over his shaft so that she was sitting on his lap, his shaft deeply impaled inside her. Her breasts were pressed hard against his chest and his arms were wrapped around her bound arms. She had thrown her head back and gasped aloud as her sheath had been invaded.

When he began bouncing Jan upon his shaft, Donna whined in pure frustration. She was in physical pain and emotional agony at seeing what her mistress was getting and she wanted so badly.

But it was such a lovely agony.