Bound Ankles

4 Sold into Slavery

It had, indeed, been a very long day for the two girls who suffered in the small room under Margaret Summers’ house. Jan sat astride the Horse, unmoving save for an occasional shake of her head and tremors that racked her lovely body. Donna sat astride the massive male phallus shoved deep within her vagina and tried not to allow its presence within to trigger the normal female sexual reactions. And she suffered not only from that intrusion into her private place, but from legs bent and pulled back to the chair, and from wrists locked in steel cuffs that hurt. And there were the wooden clothespins that bobbed merrily with every movement of her breasts. Midway through the morning, Donna decided to try again to shake off those little demons which made her nipples bum. Her efforts were as violent as allowed by her bondage: not much. But the wooden monsters bobbed back and forth and up and down in a dance that hurt the captive girl but didn’t seem to move them the slightest towards dislodgment.

But her efforts to shake her breasts had another, entirely different effect. Without realizing it, she was raising and lowering her whole body which, in turn, made the fixed dildo slide a bit within her sex. So concentrating on the damned wooden horrors was Donna that she hardly noticed the warm feeling growing within her loins and spreading. When she suddenly became aware that her struggles against the clothespins were rapidly stimulating her sex towards orgasm, it was too late. With a gasp and a moan, she suddenly blossomed into sexual ecstasy. Her whole body went rigid as a high pitched whine of pleasure escaped the rubber gag.

When she came down from a trembling sexual high, Donna felt only shame that her mistress should see her gaining such pleasure while Jan suffered. Donna knew from bitter experience that a girl on the Horse was not blessed with the temporary relief of an orgasm, intentional or not.

Surprisingly, sometime during her orgasm Donna had managed to shake one of the clothespins off. One nipple throbbed and stung but was free of the wooden vice.

It was a short-lived victory. Around lunch time Julie visited the two girls and, finding one clothespins missing smiled at Donna. “That must have been one powerful orgasm,” she chided. “You shook one of these plain off.” She pulled the other from Its captive nipple and Donna gasped at the sudden fresh pain. “Usually hurts more when they’re taken off, don’t it?” She left the room only to return a few moments later holding something in each hand, “Rules is rules,” she said with no real regret in her voice. “I got to replace the wooden clothespins with these. You would have been better off leaving them on,”

Donna sucked in her breath at the sight of two metal jawed clamps in Julie’s hands. The jaws were long and filled with sharp little teeth, teeth that were sure to bite into her tender flesh, probably hard enough to break the skin and tear at her nipples. Donna whined in protest but could not move her protruding breasts away from the approaching horrors. At least Julie did not let them snap on, she slowly applied each alligator clip. Still the metal teeth sank into Donna’s flesh and evoked gasps of new pain. “They ain’t gonna do no damage, honey,” Julie said. “But they sure gonna hurt you.” Then she was gone.

Donna moaned but didn’t try to shake these off. She knew that those steel teeth were deep in her flesh and would not shake loose. After a while the sharp pain subsided to a dull ache and burn and Donna could open her eyes again. Across the room Jan’s head was bowed and her eyes closed.

Both girls moaned a lot that afternoon, but mostly Jan for whom the thin edge of the plank was an ever- increasing torment. A few times Donna saw her mistress shiver all-over, and there were many times when her muscles trembled under the strain. Donna had to admit that Margaret had been right. She was suffering much more because she had to watch her beloved mistress suffer. If only she could reach out and untie those cruel ropes on the woman she loved. But she was a prisoner of steel and rope herself. It was a long afternoon. Jan was the first to be untied. When her body was taken off the Horse, the poor girl could not move her arms or legs but lay lifeless on the floor while the gag was pulled from her mouth and all the cords removed save those holding her wrists crossed behind her back. Julie then untied Donna and helped her off the huge dildo attached to the chair. It wasn’t easy to pull herself up and off the monster because her legs ached and would hardly obey her, and because her pussy seemed to clamp itself around the rubber phallus as if it didn’t want to let go. But it finally came off with a wet sucking sound followed by a gasp from behind Donna’s still gagged lips. The gag was taken out but not without difficulty for the rubber had wedge behind her teeth and had to be pried out. Her wrists were left handcuffed high on her back but she didn’t care. All she could think of was the inert form of her mistress lying on the floor. As soon as the alligator clips were opened to release their steel bite on her nipples, Donna rushed to be by Jan but stopped suddenly half way when sharp pains shot through her breasts. Returning circulation in the nipples was added to the already very sore tits to make the naked girl stop and gasp in pain. But then she continued on to kneel beside her friend.

“Is... Is she dead?” forced Donna, through a jaw that ached terribly and didn’t want to move.

Julie laughed. “Of course not! Silly girl. She just fainted from unhappiness at being taken from the Horse she had become very attached to.”

Donna wanted to cry. She also wanted very much to touch her mistress and hold her in her arms. But the best she could do was to lean over and kiss her cheek.

“You really love that girl, don’t you?” asked Julie.

“Yes. Don’t you love your mistress?” Julie snorted.

“Ain’t love that keeps me here, it’s money. Well, there have been some fun times in bed with Margaret but she likes to have her female partners very tightly bound. I mean, like really really tightly bound. You know what I mean? When the ropes are so tight around your arms and legs and around your body that you are hurting just from that? When your breasts are circled with rope and squeezed so tight that they look like balloons instead of breasts? That’s what Margaret likes. When she takes me to her bed, she ties me so damned tight that I can’t hardly breath. And she makes my breasts look like they’re being strangled. Sometimes they even turn blue. Or purple or something. But they get to looking something awful.”

Julie pulled Donna to her feet and attached a length of rope to her collar as a leash. “And then Margaret sucks on my nipples until I think my poor breasts are going to explode. And she spanks my behind until I’m all glowing red back there. And when I’m all excited like that, and really want her to touch me so I’ll get satisfaction—then she spreads her legs and makes me use my tongue on her. ’Bout that time I’m pretty horny and worked up so I lick her something fierce and shove my tongue up as far as I can into her pussy. And I suck on her sex until she gets her orgasm.”

Jan was coming back to consciousness so Julie paused to tied a noose of rope around her neck. “Then the mistress you think I should love kicks me out of bed and I have to lay on the floor all night, tied up like a Christmas present and hurting all night. Between the pain and being incredible horny, I don’t get no sleep.” Julie took both of their leashes in one hand. “No, honey, I don’t love Margaret. But she do pay awful well. And it’s sort of fun. Least it’s better than having some man poke his thing in you, shoot his load, and be gone a minute later. A man don’t know how to treat a girl. Miss Margaret, she different.”

Julie led both girls from the room of torture back to the room where they spent the night in tiny cages. Jan could hardly walk and held her legs spread wide as she did, Donna wanted to cry for poor Jan. She knew the pain and ache caused by riding the Horse. She knew the terrible feeling that you would never feel anything again in your pussy, that it would never function again to give you pleasure from sex because it had been ruined. But Donna’s experience had been for only three hours at most. Poor Jan had spent the better part of a day upon the Horse, most of it moaning softly.

The cages were hanging up near the ceiling, out of the way for now. Tying Donna’s leash to a ring in the wall, Julie led Jan a few feet away and attached a pair of handcuffs to her ankles. Then she untied her wrists. Before Jan could do anything, her hands were locked in front of her with another pair of handcuffs. Then she was set down under one of the wall rings and a short chain was padlocked around her neck and the ring so she couldn’t move more than a couple of feet from the wall. Then Donna was similarly chained to the wall by her collar and a padlock. Finally her hands were unlocked from the handcuffs that had held them high up on her back. Her arms were stiff and ached as she lowered them, and there were angry red marks on her wrists where the steel had dug into her flesh. She moaned and could hardly move her fingers. Julie gathered her hands behind her back and locked handcuffs on them.

The two girls were then left alone. Donna tried to reach out to her darling but was held back by her neck chain. All they could do look at each other and offer verbal comfort.

“I’m sorry, Jan. What they did to you is terrible. Does it hurt?”

“It hurts,” Jan said slowly. “It aches and is numb still But it hurts. I’m sure they’ve destroyed my sex. I’ll never be able to enjoy sex again.”

“That’s not true!” Donna cried. “I know I felt like my sex was ruined but it wasn’t. Just takes a day or two go get back into shape... Oh, Jan, I wish I could have taken your place.”

“No, you don’t,” said Jan with the first spark shown all afternoon. “It was terrible. You would have hated it.”

“Better me than you,” Donna uttered in total sincerity.

Jan smiled weakly but said nothing. She was touched by her former slavegirl’s feelings. After a while her thoughts turned from her own suffering to Donna’s. “Your hands look terrible. Those cuffs must have really dug in.”

“They did,” answered Donna honestly. “But I have had worse.”

“And those little metal clips. Weren’t they the kind used for electrical work? What do they call them?”

“I don’t know but I never want to see one again.” Again they fell silent until Jan looked around them.

“Where are my girls?” she asked. “What has that bitch done with them?”

Donna explained as best she could what she had seen of the girls tied in their steel barred cages, and of the test Margaret had set up for them. “She’s just testing them to see if they really can escape from normal bondage,” Donna said. “Can they?”

“Probably. Those two have been in bondage almost all their lives. They’re both the best I’ve ever seen. When I tie them, I have to be very careful. Yes, they’re good.”

Just then the door opened and Pip came in, pushed by Julie behind her. Pip was still naked, as all four captives were and probably would be for a long time. And her arms were bound behind her back, at the wrists and at the elbows. Her ankles were handcuffed together but she seemed to be able to walk fairly well. Donna looked at the way her elbows were crushed together and shivered. She had been tied like that several times and it was always painful just being tied that way, let alone struggling against ropes. The teenager girl was led to one of the wall rings and her slender neck chained to it. Then Julie was gone.

“Is Patsy okay?” asked a worried Jan.

“She’s fine. I’m fine. But I’m pissed off at that Margaret. She...”

Just then the door opened and Pip quickly fell silent. Patsy shuffled in on bare, handcuffed feet. Her arms were bound as was Pip’s and she was led over to the ring next to her sister to be chained to the wall.

“Your little girls are good,” said Margaret from just inside the door. She was wearing an electric blue cocktail dress with matching blue high heels. The neck line was cut very deep to reveal the tops of her massive breasts. “They both managed to free themselves from the ropes inside those cages,” she went on. “And Pip even managed to use some of the rope to lasso the key and drag it over to her cage. Good thing that wasn’t really the key to their cages.”

Pip made a dirty face at Margaret and stuck out her tongue for good measure.

“But they didn’t escape. And now l know just how good they are, so I’ll be careful. No easy bondage for them. And plenty of handcuff and chain backup to the ropes.” She laughed sweetly. “Those little bitches are good, I’ll grant them that. But I can bind any girl so that she can’t escape, no matter how good she is.” The last words were uttered with a touch of steel in her voice. She turned to go. “Wash them down,” she ordered to Julie. “Those two smell. Feed them and put them away for the night.” Then she was gone.

Julie smiled. “The Mistress, she was not happy when she went in and found both girls free of the ropes, no sir!” She laughed. “Smart thing would have been for the girls not to get loose. Save it for later then you might really have a chance.”

“We didn’t know it was a test!” protested Patsy. “That’s right, we didn’t know,” added Pip angrily.

“Will there ever be a chance for them to escape?” asked Jan quietly.

“Well, miss, maybe there would have been. But there ain’t gonna be no chance now, what with Mistress Margaret ail convinced that they can get out of about anything, No, sir, they ain’t gonna have no chance, never.” Pip looked like she wanted to spit on the ground. “Look, Julie, couldn’t you let them go? They’re just children!” Jan pleaded. “They’re so young.”

“They almost got full grown girl’s bodies, and that’s good enough for most men. And women.” Julie softened a bit. “I wish I could help but it would mean my hide if Mistress Margaret found out I let them go. Besides, they just run to the police and we don’t want them sniffing ’round here. No, sir.”

“Please?” Jan’s plea would break most normal hearts.

“No way, miss. I don’t like Margaret much, heaven knows, but I got another year to go before I figure I can chuck it all and quite working for her. ’Bout then I’ll have enough money so’s I can start a little business somewhere far from here. When that day come, you gonna see me do a disappearing act real fast, you will. ’Til then I got to work for Mistress Margaret, and that mean you don’t get your daughters set free.”

Jan sighed. Julie unchained Donna’s neck from the wall and led her towards the door. “Bath time,” she said happily. Donna groaned.

As she was being led through the door, she heard Pip ask innocently, “Why are you standing funny, Mommy?”

All four prisoners were tucked away in their bird cages after dinner. Jan and Donna had their hands crossed and bound behind their backs, and their ankles tied together before begin pushed into the small cages and hoisted up to the ceiling. The twins, undoubtedly out of respect to their escape artist abilities, were left with their elbows tied together and their legs were bound both at the ankles and again above the knees. With their legs bent inside the small cages, there was little movement allowed any of the girls and all could be assured of a rather restless night. Sleep, when it came, was fitful and uncomfortable because of the bindings and cramped quarters.

Morning saw another visit by Miss Margaret Summers, who announced the day’s activities. “The twins will be put in escape-proof boxes I have prepared for them. Jan will enjoy the out of doors today. Well, at least she will be out of doors, although she may not enjoy it as much as she could. At least it is a nice day outside. Promises to be nice and warm this afternoon.” She turned to Donna’s cage and tapped a riding crop against the leg of her stylish Kelly green pantsuit. “Donna will be my guest for part of the morning, then either ride the Horse for the rest of the day...” She noted the sucked in breath of both Donna and Jan. “Or be buried alive in the garden.” She smiled sweetly at all present and made her grand exit.

Julie lowered Jan’s cage and began unlocking it. “Don’t worry, Donna, sweetness, she don’t mean it like it sounds. She wants to keep you alive. In pain, but alive.” She led Jan away for her morning dunking in the water tank.

After breakfast, Donna was the last to be led from the room where they dried out and ate. Her hands were still crossed behind her back and leg irons had been added to her ankles, undoubtedly to make walking a little less of a time-consuming task. As she walked, the longer chain of the leg irons swished around her feet and made a metallic music she might have found pleasing under better circumstances. She was led to Margaret Summers who was having breakfast on the patio. There she was made to kneel on the concrete patio while her owner finished her steak and eggs. In vain, Donna looked around what she could see of the garden for Jan. But that was not too surprising. Like Jan, Margaret had a big garden, but hers extended for square miles while Jan’s more modest estate covered only acres.

“Come on,” Margaret said as she wiped the last of the marmalade from her lips and rose. “We’ll go see your precious Jan. I saw you looking around for her. She’s not far off.”

Jan was indeed not far away but she was out of reach, even if Donna had her hands free and been allowed to touch her former mistress. The unfortunate girl had been strung up by her wrists but not just hung up with her feet a few inches off the ground, or even a few feet. A rather large tree had been chosen and a rope thrown one of its upper branches. The dangling toes of the pretty naked woman were at least twenty feet over Donna’s upturned face. “Oh, Jan!” Donna cried out.

Jan looked down. Although there was stress on her face from the strain and pain of hanging by her bound wrists over her head, Jan managed a weak smile. “Don’t worry, Donna, I’ll be okay. Besides, there’s a nice view from up here.”

Donna wondered if being hung that high in a tree would make her a nice view for someone outside Margaret’s estate.

“You don’t have to worry about anyone seeing her,” Margaret sneered, as if she had read Donna’s mind. “I made sure that this tree can’t be seen by anyone. A naked girl hanging in a tree might just be enough to make someone call the police. I could take care of the matter, but would rather not have the mess on my hands. No, slave, your precious Jan won’t be seen by anyone. And she’ll get to spend the entire day swaying in the breeze a long way from the ground.”

As Donna was led back towards the house, her last view of Jan clearly showed the fear on her pretty face. Anyone would be afraid if they were suspended over so much empty air. Donna almost offered to take Jan’s place but remembered that such an offer had only earned her more punishment the day before. And hadn’t lessened Jan’s suffering one bit.

The twins were in the same room as they had been the day before but were not bound in the same manner in their upright cages. Margaret Summers had made certain that the girls would not escape. At first, all Donna could see was that the two narrow cages had been lowered on their sides on the floor and now held the wooden boxes all four of them had been shipped to Margaret’s in. But when Margaret had Julie open one of the cages, and then the box, Donna found Pip inside. The naked teenager still had her arms bound behind her. In addition, her legs were tied at the ankles, above and below the knees. But what made escape impossible for the young girl was that she was bent over into a ball and tightly crushed to the bottom of the box by the wide leather strap. Someone, probably Julie, had buckled the strap so tight that Donna was sure Pip had to be very, very uncomfortable. And she couldn’t imagine any way that the teenager could possible escape from this bondage. Julie replaced the lid of the box and screwed it back down. Then she closed and locked the cage door. Since the cage was only a tiny bit bigger than the box, there was no way Pip could have pushed the wooden lid off even is she were free of the strap and ropes.

“You’re cruel,” Donna told Margaret. “What have those girls ever done to you to deserve this?”

“Nothing,” admitted Margaret. “It’s what they could do if they were to get loose. I have considerable influence over the police but there are other authorities besides the local police, you know. Like the FBI. Kidnapping is a federal offense, and a single call to the FBI could make a lot of trouble for me.” She smiled at Donna. “So I make sure the girls can’t escape.” Then she added, “You will, of course, be punished for calling me cruel.”

Donna gulped. But it had been her own fault. She would have to learn to curb her tongue with this new mistress. She was not forgiving, like Jan had been.

“The problem is the twins,” mused Margaret. “I will enjoy having you as a slavegirl for many, many years. I’ll keep you in constant restrictions, of course. And I’ll whip you whenever I feel like it. And Jan is no problem. I’ll keep her a permanent prisoner, just like you. Only she’ll be punished every day. Every day she’ll ride the Horse, or hang from a tree, or be whipped.” Margaret paused to catch her breath. “Or have the soles of her feet beaten so bad that she won’t be able to walk for a week. Or I might make her wear metal nipple clips for a week just to see if there is any permanent damage. Never made a girl wear them longer than I did you yesterday. And yours look like they’re still sore.”

“Yes, Mistress, they are,” Donna said after noting Margaret’s slight pause.

“Good. There are so many punishments, so little time!” She seemed pleased with her observation. Then she turned serious. “But the twins are a problem. What to do with them? I really don’t want to have to watch them every second, afraid that they’ll work their way out of some ropes or handcuffs. They have the most slender wrists, you know. It’s fun to whip them or watch them suffer in tight bondage. But I have you and Jan for that. And I think they’re a little young to be of use to me in bed. So what do I do with them?” She paused as if expecting an answer from Donna. “Can’t let them go, and keeping them is a pain in the ass. What to do, what to do? Oh, well, I’ll figure out something. Meantime there’s you to do something with. Hmmmmm...”

Donna tried to look very obedient and submissive.

Suddenly Margaret turned to Julie and snapped, “Bury her.” Then she was gone, leaving a shocked naked slavegirl and grinning black girl.

Donna was led to another area of the garden hidden around the side of one of the wings of the house. There she saw a square area marked off with wooden beams set in the ground. The middle, which was about ten foot by ten foot, was all sand. It looked like a giant children’s sandbox. There was also a pile of sand with a hole next to it. Julie sat Donna down on a bench beside the sandbox and unlocked the leg irons. They were quickly replaced by ropes tightly binding her ankles together. Then some more rope was added around her legs above the knees, also cinched down and tightly pressing into her skin. Julie added some rope linking Donna’s elbows, not trying to make them touch because with crossed wrists that would be impossible or damned nearly so, but pulled in towards each other so her arms were solidly roped. Then she literally picked up the naked bound package and placed the slavegirl in the hole. As Donna sat there, her legs stretched out before her, she realized that the level of the sand, if evened out, would come to about her chin.

Julie began working with a shovel and Donna watched as her legs disappeared. “Just up to my neck?” she asked meekly.

“Just up to the neck. But don’t ever get Margaret mad at you. I wouldn’t put it passed her to bury you head down.” She shoveled away. Donna’s legs were totally covered and the sand level slowly raising up her hips.

“How long?” Donna asked.

“When her high and mighty says take you out.” Julie stopped to rest on the shovel. “One time she left me in the sand all day and all night. Wasn’t much fun but I’ve had worse.” She resumed shoveling.

“Won’t I be able to wiggle my way out?”

“No. You won’t be able to move much ’cause of the ropes. But the weight of the sand is the main problem. There’ll only be a few feet on top of your legs but you won’t be able to move them at all. Take my word for that.”

As the sand rose up her tummy, Donna asked, “Julie, what will Margaret do with the twins?”

“I don’t know. But I got an idea and it ain’t pretty.”

“She won’t kill them!” Donna exclaimed in fear,

“No. She’s mean as hell and loves to torture girls. But she won’t kill no one. Least not deliberately. No, she won’t kill them. But, if I’m right they’ll meet with a fate worse than death.”

Julie continued shoveling and would not elaborate on her comments, leaving Donna in a quandary. What did she mean? What horrible fate did the teenage girls Donna loved face?

Before she knew it, the sand was above her shoulders and Julie was carefully smoothing it around her neck. Then she got up and tossed the shovel aside. “Okay, now try to get out.”

Donna did as ordered but was surprised to discover that she was, indeed, a prisoner of the sand. Not only were her legs immobile, her body was solidly held in sandy claws. She could move her neck and shift the sand around it a little but that was all. But it wasn’t too uncomfortable. The ropes were a little tight but Donna had certainly felt worse. “What’s the torture?” she asked. “Does it begin to hurt?”

Julie laughed. “Oh, it gets uncomfortable, all right. But the worst thing comes from not being able to move at all. Even in your cages at night you can wiggle around some. You’ll find that not being able to move at all is much worse.” Then she grinned. “And the itches! For some reason the sand gets to itching after four or five hours. Ever have an itch you can’t scratch?”

Donna nodded her head. Plenty of times she had felt the minor torture of an un-scratchable itch while completely bound up.

“Well, multiply that by a hundred, It will drive you crazy. Well, got to be going. Mistress wants me to check in on the twins every hour. Silly, isn’t that? You saw how they were bound and boxed and caged. They ain’t going anywhere.”

Julie was leaving when Donna called out again, “Julie! What do I do if it rains? Those are big clouds over there and sort of dark. What if it rains?”

“You’ll get wet. Bye!”

Donna looked up apprehensively at the clouds. They were not yet overhead but seemed to her to be heading every so slowly that way. With a sigh she again tried to wiggle herself out of the sand with the same results—nothing. Julie had certainly been right, the sand held her firmly,

It was near the end of the first hour that Donna realized that she could turn her head to the left and see Jan hanging in her tree. It was too far for them to talk and she didn’t think it a good idea to be yelling back and forth. But it tore at her heart to see her beloved hanging so high up. She wondered if Jan had noticed her being buried in the sand. Most of the time Jan’s head hung down and her body limp. Donna knew why. Movement just hurt the wrists when you’re hanging that way.

By the end of the second hour Donna was sure those clouds were growing larger and coming their way. After three hours she was certain of it and the sun was beginning to get blocked out now and then. By lunch time the sky was filled with clouds in differing shades of white and gray.

She was checked up on at lunch time but fed. It was beginning to look like there would only be two meals a day for slaves. She wondered how the twins were doing, and Julie couldn’t help her much. “The boxes are still there,” was all the black girl would say. Nor would Julie tell her if Jan was all right. “She just hangs there. But what else can she do?” In a wild idea, Donna pictured Jan swinging back and forth like a child on a swing. But she shook that image away. It would hurt the wrists way too much for her, or Jan, to every try that stunt.

In mid afternoon the air was definitely more humid and the clouds darker. The sun was no longer visible and hadn’t been for a while. Donna was growing more and more restless in her sandy prison. Different parts of her body were itching madly. She would have loved to scratch them, with a passion. There was, as Julie had pointed out, quite a bit of difference between being relatively immobile in rope bondage and being totally immobile in ropes and tightly packed sand. She was growing more and more miserable and just knew that when evening came the mean Miss Margaret Summers would decide that she could spend the night buried in the garden.

The first raindrop hit the sand a few inches in front of Donna’s nose. She watched in disbelief as small circles of darkness sprang into being on the smooth surface of the sand. But the storm was not content to just drop a few tears on the captive girl. Suddenly the heavy raindrops descended in quantity, drenching her hair and pounding the sand around her. The wind suddenly came up, but it was a warm wind and just made the raindrop come in at an angle. Some of the drops splashed sand onto her lips and mouth and she had to spit it out as best she could.

In the middle of feeling sorry for herself, Donna suddenly remembered Jan and looked up with a start. Under the dark clouds and falling rain the naked girl still hung, her body swaying this way and that as the wind dictated. Donna wanted to cry out, to call for Julie, or even Margaret, to come and get Jan down, She did call out a few times but doubted anyone heard. It was very frustrating for the helpless girl to watch her beloved swinging around and around so high up and not be able to do a thing about it.

Donna didn’t now how long the rain lasted. But she was surprised to find that the water didn’t flood over her head and drown her. What didn’t absorb into the earth and sand simply ran off to her right. She was even more surprised to see a figure walking towards her in the heavy rain. It was Julie, her naked black skin shinning in the wetness of raindrops. She walked up to Donna and knelt beside the disembodied head in the sand.

“The Mistress is away,” she said with a smile. “While the cat’s away, the mice will play. And this mouse has definite ideas for you, sweetie.”

“Please get Jan down. She’ll fall or something!”

“She’s tied real tight and the rope won’t break,” commented the black girl. “Don’t worry about her, worry about yourself.”

“What do you mean?” Julie sat on the sand before Donna’s face and swung her legs around so they were on each side of Donna’s head.

“I want some sweet loving, and you’re the one to do it,” she purred, moving forward so that her pussy was under Donna’s nose. The black girl leaned back on her elbows and used her hands to push her hips forward until Donna’s nose was pressed against Julie’s sex. “Lick! Lick me real good,” she ordered. “Or I’ll bury your head in sand. If you ain’t good as a cunt-licker then you ain’t a good slavegirl.”

Donna had no choice. With skill born of many hours training by Jan, Donna began licking sensitive parts of the black girl’s sex. Her tongue lapped and probed and tickled the girl’s most sensitive places until Julie was moaning with pleasure. “Keep it up, baby, you’re doing good. Oh, so good!”

Far above Jan opened her eyes. Her wrists were screaming at her but there was nothing she could do about it. In the dim light and through heavy rain she looked down towards where she had seen Julie bury her Donna in the sand earlier. Jan could see the black girl lying on her back with both legs pressed tightly against Donna’s head. Julie had her head tilted back and the rain was falling full on her face and beating a tattoo on her lovely body. Even through the drumming of the rain and the sighing of the wind, she could hear the cry of pleasure from the black girl as she clamped her legs against Donna’s head, arched her body to push her vagina hard against a captive face, and crashed into orgasm.

Later the rain stopped, leaving one naked girl with water dropping from her toes as she hung limp and crying high overhead and another girl helplessly encased in sand.

Later that evening Donna was almost glad to be dunked in the water tank. It got the sand out of her hair, mouth and nose. And everywhere else. As anyone who’s ever made love on the beach knows, sand gets into everything. But it was still unpleasant to be hoisted up by her ankles and dunk half a dozen times upside down until even her feet were underwater. Each time she was brought up just when she was sure her breath would run out.

Jan’s wrists were deeply marked with red from the ropes that had taken all her weight all day. She told Donna that her hands were recovering but it hurt to move even the fingers. From the way Jan didn’t want to talk about it, Donna knew that hanging so far from the ground really shook up her friend. She longed to comfort Jan but the only thing she could do was to keep to herself Julie’s comments about the twins’ possible fate. Poor Jan had enough on her mind without knowing that something terrible might await her girls. After both Jan and Donna had been cleaned and locked to the wall rings by their necks, the twins were brought in, both having to be carried by Julie. The ropes were off the teenage girls but there were ugly marks on their arms and legs where the cord had been cutting in all day. The ropes had been replaced with a pair of handcuffs on each slender pair of wrists, another pair on slender ankles and a third pair on the girl’s elbows. The girls were no longer gagged but neither seemed to want to talk. Neither girl seemed to be able to move her limbs very well. When asked by their mother what was the matter, Pip simply said that they were very sore and stiff from having been crammed into a ball in those boxes all day and that they would be okay. By the time dinner came, the girls were able to stand again and use their hands to eat with. Julie took the handcuffs off their wrists, brought the hands around to the front, and re-locked the handcuffs on the wrists. That gave the girls a little bit of freedom, enough to awkwardly eat their dinner but little able to do anything else.

Miss Margaret Summers did not visit them during dinner, nor afterwards. Julie took the girls to the room with the bird cages and locked all of them up for the night. Jan and Donna were bound with crossed wrists behind their backs and joined ankles only. The girls were locked in handcuffs, the wrist ones having been returned to the back. Donna doubted that the girls could do much with their elbows locked together and they would be uncomfortable, but at least it was far better than having their elbows tightly bound together with rope all night. All were tired and fell asleep quickly after the lights were turned off. Donna, the last to fall asleep, had the thought that they were adapting to their tiny cages if the others could fall asleep that fast. Then she too slept, to dream of Jan hanging by her wrists from the top of incredibly tall skyscrapers and the twins being welded into tiny steel boxes that were hardly larger than a bread box.

The next morning, after their morning bath/dunking and breakfast, Margaret showed up. She inspected their bottoms and breasts to comment on the fading condition of the whip marks she had put there only a couple days before. She seemed in good spirits and chatted cheerfully with her naked prisoners. “Got something special for you today, girls,” she said. “First, Julie will take away the girls, making sure that they are firmly locked in handcuffs.” She paused while Julie began unlocking Pip from the wall. Both the girls already had two pairs of handcuffs on their arms and another on their ankles. When she had taken both girls, one at a time, from the room, Margaret turned to the remaining nude prisoners.

“I have arranged a little show for you two to watch this morning. I’m sure you’ll find it most interesting.” She was smiling too much, Donna thought. And enjoying this too much. We’re in for something really nasty.

“Where are my daughters going? What’s happening them?” demanded Jan. “If you hurt them...”

“My, my! Where were those threats when I was whipping all of your asses three days ago? And your titties, too?” Margaret stood right before Jan and tilted up her chin with the ever-present riding crop. “I’m so looking forward to my planned entertainment this morning that I’m going to over look your little outburst. Normally that would earn you a good whipping.”

Donna thought that Jan was going to kick out or something to try and hurt Margaret. But both girls had their hands tied behind their backs and ankles joined by handcuffs. Still, Jan looked as if she would like to spit in Margaret’s eye.

Julie returned in time to intervene and probably prevent Jan from doing something stupid. Donna was taken from the room first and shuffled her way down the hall at the end of a leash held my Julie. She was taken to a small room that looked more like a closet than anything else. There were two posts in that room, each round and about five inches thick, extending from floor to ceiling. Donna’s wrists were untied then she was backed up against one of the posts and her hands retied behind the post, palm to palm. Julie than began an elaborate procedure the purpose of which was to secure the naked girl solidly to the wooden post. Rope was wrapped around her waist and the post. More rope encircled her chest above and below her breasts. Julie went behind her to loop her elbows with more rope and pull them tightly together. Then more rope was wrapped around her body, pinning her arms to the post and holding her very tightly in place. Then her legs were hound together at the ankles and above the knees. More rope was used to secure her legs hard against the post. When Julie was finished her legs were solidly welded to the wood and totally immobile.

Julie left but returned shortly with one of those rubber wad and strap gags that Donna hated but knew would prevent anything louder than pathetic whining. She didn’t fight against the rubber wad being shoved in her mouth. It would do no good to fight the strong black girl. Julie only had to pinch a nipple to cause enough pain to make any girl open her mouth and be glad to accept a gag if it stopped the pain. The gag was strapped cruelly tight, making Donna wince. When that was done, a wide leather strap was looped around her neck, over her collar, and the post, and pulled tight enough to hold her immobile. Julie inspected the ropes and seemed satisfied that this was one naked girl who would be going nowhere.

A few minutes later she brought Jan in and fixed her to the other post in an identical manner as Donna was fixed. It took a while because Donna was careful with the placement of every strand of rope and every knot. But soon enough she had two totally helpless girls. Finally satisfied, she left them, closing the door behind her and plunging them into total darkness.

Donna could see nothing but, after a while, she could hear Jan’s breathing not far away from her. It would have been nice to be able to talk but at least each girl knew that she was not alone in the darkness. Donna frowned in the dark. Was this the special entertainment Margaret had mentioned? It seemed rather simple for something Margaret would come up with. Donna was uncomfortable but not in any real pain and she was fairly certain Jan was not hurting either. The rope bondage and gag would grow more and more uncomfortable as the day wore on but they had endured worse. Donna was still puzzled by Margaret’s comments.

The captive girls knew not how long passed but suddenly the door was opened and when they were able to see, Margaret Summers was standing between them. She was wearing her favorite black leather pants, high heels and a halter that looked more like a bra, also made of black leather.

“My, my, but Julie did a nice job on you two. Can’t move? Good, Can’t talk? Good.” She pinched a nipple one each girl to confirm that they couldn’t move. The sudden pain also confirmed that either girl could talk for the squeals that came out of the noses were pathetic in the extreme.

“You’re probably wondering why I’ve brought you to this little closet. I had the posts installed last night. Julie’s fairly good with a hammer and saw as well as her other talents.

Directly opposite you is a small window cut in the wall.” She demonstrated by sliding back a panel of wood neither girl had noticed there. A glass window was revealed and beyond that a dimly seen room. There was nobody in the room but a quantity of ropes and other bondage equipment was visible.

“You two will be able to see what is going on in that room because this is a two-way mirror. From the other side it is a mirror. From this side a window. You will be able to see what goes on in there but no one there can see you here.” She tapped the glass with her riding crop. “The glass and this wall is insulated for sound so even if you could talk—or scream—I don’t think anyone in there could hear you anyway.

“The man you will be seeing is Rashad. His last name isn’t important. But his profession, ah, that is! You see, he is one of a diminishing profession. He is a professional slave trader. Sound strange? But it’s true. There are the super rich, mostly in other countries, who can buy anything they want. Anything.”

Donna couldn’t say a word but was having a sinking feeling in the pit of her stomach.

“And there are countries where slavery is an old and well established institution. And a few countries where the rich simply buy the local authorities and do whatever they wish. Sort of above the law. I’ve done that right here in the good old USA, land of the free. You two are hardly free, now are you? And there is no police investigation going on.”

She paused to pat Jan on the cheek. “Are you beginning to see what I’m leading up to?” she asked in a sickeningly sweet voice. “Oh, I’m not going to sell either of you. I love having Donna as a slavegirl too much. And I love having you, Jan, as a plaything to be punished every day and tortured every other day. No, I won’t sell either of you, although I’m sure I could get a good price.”

She paused again to look into the room before the girls, “But there are the twins...”

Jan almost screamed. Considering the huge rubber wad hold tightly in her mouth and pressing her tongue down, she managed a surprisingly loud sound in the small room. The shocked mother tossed her head from side to side the few inches allowed her and seemed to be trying to jerk her body against the cords holding her welded to the post. But Julie’s rope work was good and the naked girl simply could not move.

“My, my, aren’t we upset,” purred Margaret. “You don’t” seem to be enjoying the prospect of your little girls entering an old and respected profession—that of slavegirl.” She was really enjoying every second of this and every ounce of pain in Jan’s eyes. “It’s really not much different from what they would have gotten if I kept them. I would have had to keep them in constant bondage. And probably had to punish them several times a week. Where they’re going, and I have no idea where that is, they’ll be kept prisoners and punished when they don’t obey, It’s really that simple, don’t you see.

“Now don’t go getting your hopes up. I told Rashad to sell them to someone who understands that they are expert escape artists and can’t be trusted for a second. He assures me he knows several people who are quite capable of keeping them prisoners.”

She paused for a minute to watch the emotions racing across Jan’s face. Donna couldn’t see her friends face too well but she was sure Jan was feeling rage, fear, anger and hurt, all at the same time.

“It’s about time for me to meet Rashad. I do hope you two enjoy your show. You’ll get to see Rashad and his men ‘package’ your girls for shipment to where ever it is he holds them while he finds a buyer. I’ve been told that sometimes he holds an actual slave auction, with bidders, and the girls in chains, and everything. Wouldn’t that be exciting to see? I don’t know if your girls will be sold at auction. Rashad says that it might be better to just sell them to someone he knows will be able to keep them safely secured. I mean, why take a chance on a random buyer? Well, enough chit-chat. Enjoy,”

Miss Margaret Summers must have really had to go because Donna had the feeling she would have liked to stay longer and gloat in Jan’s face some more. Beside her in the near darkness, Donna could see Jan trying to jerk at the cords holding her. The sounds that escaped the gag were heart-wrenching. Donna wished there was something she could do but she was just an observer in this drama, the same as the girl’s mother.

The drama didn’t take long to enter the next phase. The door to the room before them opened and in walked a man dressed in an elegant business suit, gray with blue pinstripes. He was followed by two other men, also in business suits but not of the same quality. Then came Margaret. Donna noticed the way the man who was obviously the leader, and therefore the Rashad Margaret had mentioned, professionally appraise Margaret’s well stacked figure. Donna hoped he was sizing her up for some slave shackles and a quick sale to a very cruel master.

After a moment of talk, which the two naked and bound girls could not hear, Patsy was brought into the room. The teenager was still naked and still wearing the handcuffs on her arms and legs. Julie almost had to carry her in for she started struggling the instant she saw the men standing there. Maybe she guessed what was happening, maybe not, but either way she didn’t want to go. The two assistants came to Julie’s aid and between the three of them the slender teenage girl had no chance. She was held firmly in the middle of the room while the handcuffs were unlocked and removed from her arms. She tried to fight but six hands with adult strength were easily too much for her. Margaret approached and handed one of the men a coil of what looked like sash cord, thin, very strong, and a cruel bondage means for any girl. She arranged it so they turned the girl around, giving Donna and Jan a good view of the binding of youthful arms. The cord first looped the elbows and pulled them together. A dozen loops of cord were wrapped, from every appearance as tightly as the man could. Then that was cinched down and knotted several times. Another cord caught her wrists to lock them together.

There were some boxes by one wall and Patsy was lifted and deposited on one face down. Expert hands then bound her legs together at the three usual places, the ankles, above and below the knees. Donna winced at how tight the cords were going on and heard Jan’s whines of emotional agony.

When the rubber wad gag was forced into her mouth, Patsy almost succeeded in biting one of the hands. It only earned her a slap across the face that must have stunned the girl. Her eyes didn’t quite seem to be focusing while the rubber was shoved in and strapped tightly in place. By the time Patsy was herself again, she was effectively silenced.

One of the assistants then produced what looked like a leather bag. Donna vaguely recalled reading something about a leather hood that could be put over a girl’s head and laced up. It was called a discipline helmet or hood or something like that. While one man and Julie held the naked girl very tight, the other fitted the soft leather hood over Patsy’s head, smoothing it out so it fitted like a second skin. Then he carefully threaded and tightened the laces down the back, pulling the black leather tight across all of her head. After the laces were done and knotted, the bottom of the hood, really a leather strap attached to the hood, was pulled tight and buckled. Then a small padlock was used to secure it.

When they were finished, gone was the pretty features of an innocent young teenager. Instead there was a totally black head with no features beyond a small bit of skin showing where her nose fitted through a hole. Donna shuddered at the thought of having to wear one of those. It would be uncomfortable at first but she hated to think of what it might become like inside that tight leather sheath.

The rest of Patsy’s preparations for transportation were simple. One of the boxes that their kidnappers had used to bring them to this house was brought forward and opened. The helpless, silent and blind girl was lowered into it, folded into a ball and strapped down tightly. Then the top was screwed back on and one very helpless teenage girl was ready for shipment The box was casually pushed to one side.

Pip was a repeat performance. The same thin cord was used to bind her arms and legs, the same kind of rubber wad gag, and the same punishment hood laced up tight on her head. Donna and Jan were forced to watch every detail in horror and mute helplessness of their own as each girl was prepared. There followed some discussion between Margaret and that man Rashad, followed by the assistants carrying out one of the boxes. Margaret and Rashad left the room, perhaps to go somewhere so he could pay Miss, Margaret Summers her money. A few minutes later the men returned and, carried out the other box.

Not long after that Margaret returned to her prisoners.

“Well, honey, the little trouble makers are gone. I don’t know where and don’t care so long as I never see them again. And I doubt I will. Rashad and his men seemed to really know what they were doing. And I’m sure if he says a buyer for the girls will be able to keep them prisoners, then he will. I wonder if someone will’ buy them as a set or if he will have to break them up?”

Jan moaned loudly and jerked her head wildly against the strap around her neck.

“Oh, poor Jan is upset about something. Well, I’ll just go away and let her have a chance to calm down.” Margaret kissed Donna on a cheek and cupped on breasts in a strong hand. She squeezed tight for a second then let go. “Good bye, Donna. Tonight we’ll see about beginning your training in how a slavegirl satisfies her mistress. Or did Jan already train you? Ah, I see it in your eyes. Well, we’ll see just how good you are.”

She closed the panel over the window then left, plunging the girls into darkness again as the door was closed. In the gloom Donna could hear Jan crying.