Bound Ankles

5 Tortured Girl

It was a long day the two girls spent in that stuffy, small room. Neither could move any of the ropes holding them tightly prisoner. Their gags hurt more and more as the day wore on. The ropes seemed to dig in deeper and more painfully with each passing minute. But worse pain for Donna was knowing how terrible Jan must feel. Margaret must have been a real sadist to make a mother watch her two daughters packaged and boxed for shipment into a life of degradation, constant imprisonment, and pain.

Donna’s sobs matched Jan’s for a while in the darkness.

The twins might have hurt her a little too much now and then, but she loved them, too.

They were both sore, emotionally drained, and could hardly move when the door finally opened and Julie came in to peel the ropes from their flesh.

That evening Donna had to stand chained to the wall and watch while her friend was bound and locked into her bird cage. As Jan’s cage was pulled up to the ceiling, Donna couldn’t help but to see the two smaller cages hanging empty. Strange as it sounds, she would have loved to see the two pesky but lovable teenage girls tightly bound and securely locked in their tiny cages. She sighed when she saw Jan’s eyes also fixed on the empty cages.

While remaining chained to the wall by her neck collar, Donna’s hands and feet were freed. She had expected to be stuffed into her cage with her hands tied behind her and her ankles tied together, the usual procedure. Instead Julie gathered her arms together behind her back and pulled a loop of thin rope up and around her elbows. As she pulled the elbows tightly together, she explained, “The Mistress, she wants your arms tied good and tight behind you. She wants you feeling the tight ropes and hurting all the time when she plays with you in bed. That’s the way she is.”

Donna had forgotten that Margaret had said she would take her to bed tonight. Donna sighed then gasped as Julie cinched down the cruelly tight ropes around her elbows. As her wrists were tightly bound together, she considered protesting that she didn’t want to go to bed with Margaret, but she held it back. What was the use? She was a slavegirl, owned by her mistress, and as such had nothing to say in the matter. If her owner wanted to take her to bed, she would go. And she knew that she would perform once there, that she would service to the best of her ability the woman she hated. She would do it to avoid painful punishment for her and probably for Jan, as well.

When her arms were very tightly secured behind her back, Julie unlocked the padlock from her collar and replaced it with a short length of rope. As she was being led out the door, she commented, a little sarcastically, “Aren’t you going to tie my legs with that thin cord so they’ll be hurting, too, and I’ll have to hop.”

“Honey,” replied Julie with a sincere smile, “best you don’t go talking like that around the Mistress. You get your behind whipped real good for sarcasm.” Then she really smiled. “Besides, Margaret might like idea. It’s a long way to have to hop to her bedroom. Honey, best you keep your mouth shut.”

Margaret’s bedroom was like the woman, large, with a solidly built bed boasting four posts at least four inches thick, and done if tones of red and black. The carpet was a burnt orange and the walls had red wallpaper in a Greek column pattern. Donna was led to the foot of the bed and her leash tied to a ring in the post above her head, Then Julie was gone. A while later Margaret came in and eyed her captive like a cat with a cornered mouse. She was wearing a very short leather skirt that showed off her firm legs, and a matching black leather vest. Nothing else. From one dresser she picked up a riding crop.

“Sweet little slavegirl! Ropes nice and tight?” Margaret inspected her naked body, shaking the bound elbows as if she might find a loose rope. She untied the leash from the ring and the collar and tossed it away. “Good and tight. Bend over.”

Donna sighed to herself and bent forward until her head was about the level of her knees. Suddenly her bottom burst into fire. She gasped and jumped forward. The riding crop had slashed across flesh still sore from the first day in Margaret’s captivity.

“Bend over,” came the command again. Again Donna bent over. A girl with her arms tightly bound behind her had little choice but to obey. Again the crop cut through the air and set a fire ablaze upon Donna’s tender bottom.

Margaret tossed the whip back to the dresser. “Now that we understand each other, we can get to more fun things. You didn’t deserve those slashes. You hadn’t done anything wrong. I did it just to show you that I can and will deliver pain when I feel like it. And certainly will feel like it if you don’t perform every service I order quickly and very well. Understand ?”

“Yes, Mistress.” The reply had no real feeling in it, but it also wasn’t sarcastic or a protest. Margaret grunted but didn’t reach for the whip again, Instead she stood before Donna with legs spread and put her hands on her hips. “Take my vest off?”

Donna started to protest that her hands were tied and she couldn’t but swallowed the words down. Her bottom was hurting and she knew that this woman would not hesitate to deliver a dozen or two dozen more strokes. Hell, Donna was sure that if this woman wanted to, she would tie Donna down and lash every bit of skin from her body.

She took the edge of the vest gently in her mouth and pulled it up and over on shoulder. Walking around the back of Margaret, she continued to pull the vest until it was hanging by the other shoulder. Then she took the edge by Margaret’s big breast and pulled that side off. Being careful not to drop the leather garment, she carried it over to a dress and deposited it thereon.

“Good,” commented Margaret, obviously pleased with her slavegirl. “Now the skirt.”

Donna examined the garment and, finding a zipper on one side, knelt down to take it in her teeth. It zipped all the way from the waist to the hem line. She had to tug a bit but the final part of the zipper came undone, leaving her with a black leather skirt hanging from her mouth. She carried that to the dresser and deposited it with the vest. Then she returned to Margaret and knelt before her and bowed her head. She knew she might be risking punishment for doing something not directly ordered, but she also felt that she might make the evening go easier if she pleased this cruel woman.

Apparently she had pleased the woman who was now as naked as Donna, save for the ropes tightly wound around her arms. Suddenly, and with surprising ease, she picked up Donna and tossed her on, the bed. Before Donna finished bouncing, the bigger woman was on her, grabbing a handful of breast with one hand, and half a bottom with the other. The bound girl was handled roughly for a long time. Her breasts were squeezed until she cried out in pain. Her sore bottom was kneaded by very strong fingers, evoking gasps and whines of pain. The tied girl was tossed this way or that on the bed, whenever her mistress wished another part of her body to rough up. Her breasts were slapped until tears stung her eyes, and she was even turned over Margaret’s knee to receive a very hard hand spanking that hurt far more than Donna had believed a hand spanking could. Of course the flesh was sore and it didn’t take much to make it bum again.

Finally Margaret seemed to tire of roughing her slavegirl up and laid herself down on the bed. Her legs spread wide to encompass Donna within. Then came the order Donna dreaded. “Suck my tits!”

She crawled up between the legs, until her mouth was upon one already rigid nipple. She began sucking and licking her tongue around the nipple in a way she knew would please any woman. Donna’s breasts were pushed against Margaret’s hard stomach but it was the only way she could get her mouth in position. For a long time the sucking went on, with Margaret pausing only to order a shift in breasts now and then. Just when Donna’s neck was hurting from holding her head up, Margaret pushed her down until her face was buried in the lush fur patch. “Suck and lick, slave slut!”

Donna sucked and licked and was glad in a sad way that Jan had trained her so very well in what makes a woman excited and ultimately satisfied. It took a lot longer than Donna would have thought and she began wondering if Margaret was holding back deliberately. Jan had always reached an orgasm or two long before her naked new owner showed any signs of coming close. But the orgasm finally came and the strong legs clamped around Donna’s head, crushing her face into the pungent vagina she had been working so hard on.

Donna almost smothered before the legs let her go. She lay on her side, panting and trying to ignore the pain in her elbows and shoulders while Margaret shuddered through her ecstasy. Half an hour later Margaret got out of bed and fetched some rope from the dresser. She bound Donna’s ankles together tightly, then dragged the naked captive to her feet. She was picked up and carried around to the end of the bed where she was set down between the two posts, facing the bed. Margaret then looped the end of some rope around Donna’s right arm above where the elbows were still tightly joined. That rope then went to the ring high on the post on that side. Then it came back and was tied solidly to the ropes around her elbows. Another length of rope did the same to her left arm. When Margaret finished and lay back down on the bed, Donna was held in a standing position at the end of the bed, facing her mistress. “Any noise,” came a casual order, “and I gag you then whip your breasts until none of their skin is unmarked. Understand?”

“Yes, Mistress.” Donna wanted to cry. Her arms hurt, she had just been shamed by having to service a woman she hated, and she really didn’t want to have to stand there all night while Margaret slept. After a moment she added, “Would you please gag me now? My arms hurt terribly and I don’t think I’ll be able to keep quiet all night.”

Margaret got up from the bed and went to the dresser. But she came back with the riding crop, not a gag. Suddenly there was a swish in the air followed by Donna’s cry of pain. A vivid red mark appeared across her left breast, a mark which included the nipple. Donna bit back a gasp and forced herself to hold back her tears.

Margaret snorted and tossed the whip on the bed. She turned down the lights until there was only one soft light reflecting redness from one wall. Then she curled up on the bed beside the riding crop and closed her eyes.

It was a very long night. Several times Donna almost fell asleep but for the most part the pain in her elbows and shoulders keep her awake. She found that she had very little mobility, only an inch or so that she could shift her feet in any direction before the ropes to her upper arms grew too tight to continue. Towards morning she had to fight the urge to scream. Prolonged pain can build up and tear at a girl’s resistance until she is reduced to a mindless mass of raw emotions. But she could just make out that riding crop in the dim light and that helped her remember that things can always get worse.

In the morning, while Margaret was in the bathroom, Julie came and untied Donna from the post. Donna collapsed into Julie’s arms and was carried from the bedroom back down stairs to the dungeons below the house. It wasn’t until she was back in what she thought of as the drying room, that her arms and legs were untied, She found herself unable to move her arms at all and her hands had little feeling in them. Julie assured her that no permanent damage had been done and proceeded to lock her wrists in handcuffs. Her ankles were locked in leg irons and her collar chained to the wall ring. Then Julie went and fetched Jan from her bird cage. Donna was asleep when Julie and Jan came in. She had to be awakened to get her morning bath in the dunk tank and have breakfast.

After the food was taken away, the handcuffs on her wrists were changed from front to back and she was left alone while Jan was hauled away for her day’s torture, Donna slept on the hard concrete floor and for a long time had no dreams. When she did finally dream it was repeated dreams where her beloved Jan was tied between the posts of Margaret’s bed and lashed endlessly by a laughing Margaret.

Several days passed pretty much in the same manner. Each morning Jan and Donna were taken out of their bird cages, bathed, fed and then taken to some form of punishment to spend the day in some degree of discomfort ranging from mild restriction to constant, serious pain. Jan’s punishment was always more severe than Donna’s. Margaret seemed to take delight in watching Jan suffering and made sure she did plenty of it. Every third day Jan rode the Horse, suffering terrible pain between her legs so that she could hardly walk and was always crying when taken down. Donna did not ride the Horse in all that time but was tied to that bolted down chair each time Jan did so she had to watch her friend suffer. Usually Donna was bound in such a way that she was also suffering but hers paled in comparison.

The worst that Donna had to suffer were those days when she had to watch Jan moaning away the hours on the Horse. The other days she was usually bound in some uncomfortable position and left alone save for occasional visits from Julie who strangely enough seemed to take pity on the girls. Not that she slacked off a notch in how tightly she bound them or punished them when she was ordered to do so. But she didn’t add verbal abuse the way Margaret did.

It was on a quiet afternoon that things changed. Donna had been tied in what Julie referred to as the “torture pit.” It was simply a square area in the garden where a slab of concrete had been poured. But into the surface were set hundred of small, sharp rocks, none more than half an inch tall. At the four comers of the square were four large iron rings set into the concrete. The first time Donna had been tied there, she had been set down on her back and her arms and legs tied in a wide spread-eagle. It had been an uncomfortable day as she had very little movement allowed her and no way to lay that didn’t hurt. On the day in question, she had been tied face down and was considerably more uncomfortable. The parts that hurt worst was her breasts and hips. To give her a little slack without also giving a chance to escape, her wrists and ankles were locked in handcuffs the other ends of which were locked to the rings. Donna was not going to be getting up from that bed of pain by herself.

The gentle afternoon breeze had almost lulled her to sleep despite the constant small pains in her breasts when she hear approaching footsteps. Carefully she lifted her head and turned it to the other side to see who was coming. She let out with a gasp when she beheld Nigel Bransome standing there, grinning down at her.

“Hello, Donna. Fancy meeting you,” he said politely.

“How...? Where...? Oh, Nigel, in a way it’s good to see you. Please excuse me if I can’t get up.”

“Yes, I can see that you’re somewhat restricted. Are there as many of those little stones under you as I see next to you?”

“More. Oh, Nigel, what are you doing here?”

“Well, it’s a long story. Have you got a little time on your hands? Yes? Good. Well, I got to wondering when Mrs. Dawson told me that she tried to contact Jan to invite her to a party. Then I checked into it and found that Jan and the twins, and you, of course, were missing. The house was closed up and had no signs of anyone having lived there for days.” He paused to look around. “So, I got to thinking. Where would Jan have gone to? She apparently told no one of any travel plans. An unidentified voice on the phone told the phone company, post office and other utilities that she would be gone for an indefinite period. But no one knew where she had gone to. Strange, no?”

Without waiting for Donna to comment, he continued. “I had to consider the possibility that she had been kidnapped. And with her the twins and my favorite slavegirl; you. But who would do it? Only one answer, really. So I came snooping around to see if Margaret Summers had the four of you. And it looks as if I was right.”

“Sort of. She has Jan and me but not the twins. She sold them.”

“Sold them?”

“Sorry, Nigel, don’t have time to tell you the story right now. Can you get me off these damned rocks?”

“’Fraid not. Forgot to bring a handcuff key with me. Are you expecting someone by soon?”

“Normally Julie comes to untie me around dinner time. She shouldn’t be here for several hours yet. But sometime Margaret shows up to see Jan’s and my suffering. She likes it.”

“I don’t doubt it. Well, let me see what else I can find. Where’s Jan?” Donna sighed. “I don’t know. Someplace in the house I think.”

“Well, take heart. If I can, I’ll get a handcuff key. It would be nice to get you and Jan out of that woman’s clutches.”

That sounded so good that Donna almost cried with joy.

“Please...” was all she could get out.

Nigel looked around again then knelt to be closer to Donna’s face. “I was trying to find Jan because I want to talk to her. I’m afraid I was a bit of a cad in the way I treated her. And the twins. And you, for that matter. It’s just that she’s so beautiful and I can’t resist taking her to bed. And keeping her tied up. And occasionally whipping her bottom. You understand, I’m sure. But your conking me on the head with the champagne bottle... Well, that sort of evens things up, I think. Well, I just wanted to apologize to Jan and see if she would forgive me.”

Nigel seemed embarrassed. Suddenly he stood up. “Got to see what I can do. You stay here.” And he was gone.

Donna stared at the retreating form of Nigel Bransome with a spark of hope filling her heart for the first time in days. Maybe Nigel would get her and Jan out of this awful place. She laid her cheek down on the rough concrete and hoped with all her might that Nigel would come through.

It was a long time before Nigel came back and in those long, long minutes, Donna’s hope began to flicker. It begin to seem to her as if her only hope had gone away and she was again doomed to a lifetime of punishments all day and having to serve her mistress in terrible ways at night. As her breasts hurt from being pushed into the sharp little rocks, the captive naked girl wanted to cry.

Nigel came jauntily walking up to her, tossing up and down in his hand a tiny key. Donna’s heart leaped. It was the handcuff key! In a matter of seconds all four handcuffs had released their grip on the nude girl and Nigel was helping her to her feet. All across the front of her from feet to face was a random pattern of red marks caused by the small stones set into the concrete. Especially hard hit were her breasts where each had at least a dozen such marks.

“Don’t worry,” said Donna, “they’ll fade away. I’ve had this done to me before.” Then she threw her arms around Nigel, arms that hadn’t been free for more an a few seconds for such a long time, and she kissed him hard.

“Whoa, girl! No time for that right now. Although it is tempting to try it right here on this square. You might wiggle real nice if you were lying on your back on those sharp stones while I screwed you.” He smiled at the surprise in her eyes.

“Yes, Nigel. If that’s what you want.” She was so glad at the prospect of freedom that she was willing to do about anything this man wanted.

It was his turn to look surprised. “Well... Maybe another time. Probably hurt my knees anyway. Come on, I’ve got something to show you.”

He led the naked and very happy girl back into the house and downstairs to one of the dungeons. “I found her watching a soap opera,” he told Donna as he held open the door for Donna. “It was easy to capture her.” Donna entered the room to find a naked Julie suspended from the ceiling by her wrists. The naked black girl looked rather uncomfortable, especially when she saw her former prisoner coming in and completely free of restraints.

“Donna, tell this madman that he can’t just come in here and do as he pleases,” she protested. “And let me down.”

Donna shrugged her shoulders to tell the black girl that she had no power over Nigel.

“I thought it best to string her up where she’d be out of the way. I’ve gotten her to tell me that Margaret is away and won’t be back until this evening. Now maybe we can make her tell us where Jan is, eh?”

Donna was of mixed emotions. True, Julie had bound her up in many painfully tight positions. And she had been the one who dunked her and Jan each, morning to clean them, a rather unpleasant experience, all things considered. But Donna really felt no hatred for the very pretty black girl, who Donna could now see had a rather nice body, also. But should she try to talk Nigel out of hurting Julie? The poor girl had only been obeying her mistress’ orders, after all.

Nigel picked a riding crop from the assorted instruments of torture along one wall and swished the air a couple of time as she walked over to where Julie hung in apprehension.

“Jan’s in a room three door down,” Julie quickly said. “I ain’t gonna suffer for no use.” She eyed that riding crop fearfully.

Nigel sighed, looked at the riding crop, at Julie’s nice firm bottom, then sighed again. “Pity!” He tossed away the riding crop. “I usually prefer the white meat, but in this case...” He took Donna by the hand and pulled her from the room.

“Couldn’t we let Julie down?” Donna asked. “It’s hurting her to hang by her wrists, you know.”

“Yes, I know. Undoubtedly she deserves it. One, two, three, this should be the door.”

At first neither of them could see anything for there were no lights on and the room had no window. As Nigel felt one wall for a switch, they could both hear a soft moaning coming from somewhere in front of them in the darkness. Suddenly there was a click and a scene of torture sprang into view before their startled eyes.

Jan had been impaled upon a shaft sticking right out of the floor. The rod was made of some metal and was about two inches thick. At the upper end both could see that the rod turned into a steel dildo, like one of the rubber ones but solid. It was also a pretty wide beast and evidently rather long because not all of it was up inside poor Jan. The girl was straddling the rod with only her toes touching the floor, and obviously most of her weight upon the dildo inside her. Her arms were bound behind her back with the hands crossed and pulled high up on the back then tied to a leather collar around her neck. A leather discipline hood had been placed on her head and laced down tight, and, from the sounds emitting through the leather, she had first been gagged with something that filled her mouth.

Donna shuddered as she thought of what it must have been like for Jan to be secured like this every since early morning. She was impaled on that steel shaft, her arms tied so they were hurting, Donna knew that from experience, and her whole head was encased in tight leather. She couldn’t see, couldn’t hear anything in that room by herself, and certainly couldn’t step off that steel dildo,

“Talk about getting the shaft,” Nigel whispered. Donna hurried to Jan’s side and began fumbling with the ropes that held her hands to her neck. “Let me,” said Nigel, stepping in with a knife and quickly cutting the cords. While he removed the rest of the ropes from around her wrists and eased her arms down from the bent up position they had been tied in, Donna busily unbuckled then unlaced the discipline hood. When she pulled it off she was anguished by what she saw. Jan’s hair was wet and sticking to her scalp. Her eyes were closed against the light and her mouth was filled with something Donna could not identify. But it was held in place with a single strap around her head and that Donna unbuckled. When she pulled the wad from Jan’s mouth and let it fall to the floor she was amazed to find it was about half a dozen pairs of ladies panties rolled up into a mass. Since neither she nor Jan wore panties around this place, she had a suspicion that the owner of those panties was Margaret and that they were not fresh from a package.

With Nigel’s help they lifted Donna from the steel prong. It seemed like forever that they lifted and more and more of the steel beast became visible as it slid slowly from the girl’s sheath. Finally, with a plopping noise, it left it’s temporary home and Jan could be put on her feet. But the naked girl could not stand and had to be helped with a firm hand from Nigel. As they left the room, Donna looked back at the huge steel phallus glistening with Jan’s secretions and shuddered.

They put Jan on a couch in a lounge upstairs and Donna hurried to find some water for her to drink. When she returned, her mistress was leaning against Nigel’s shoulder and crying.

“It was SO huge,” she keep saying, over and over. “It hurt. I couldn’t get it out. It was so big.”

Nigel didn’t say anything, instinctively knowing that the best thing to do was let her sob out her pain. It was more than ten minutes before her tears dried and she began to become more herself. Only then did she seem to realize that she was no longer bound or chained. She looked at her wrists with the deep red marks from the ropes and almost started to cry again.

“I think it’s best that we get out of here,” he suggested softly. “Margaret might return early and we don’t really need a confrontation. Can you walk to my car?”

“I can walk. But where’s Julie?” Jan asked.

“She’s hanging by her wrists downstairs,” Nigel answered.

“But we haven’t time for that, we should get going.”

“Nigel,” said Jan seriously, looking into his eyes. “I appreciate what you’re doing, even if you do plan to get something out of this for yourself. But can we please take Julie along? l owe that girl something for all she’s done to me.”

Nigel frowned. Then Donna pointed out that Julie had only been obeying orders. Jan sighed but didn’t argue the point. Instead she got shakily to her feet and walked a few steps to test them. “My legs were trembling from trying to take my weight down there,” she explained. “If I had not stayed on my toes that thing would have split me in half.”

Donna doubted that it really would have split her friend or even done permanent damage. But it would have certainly felt terrible to have all her weight on that thing inside her. She was in awe that Jan had been able to stay on her toes for that many hours.

Nigel pointed to the door. “My car awaits a little ways down the road. Sort of hidden in the bushes, you might say. But it’s a private road and you two can dash to the car without worrying about clothes.”

“I have something I have to do first,” Jan said through clenched teeth. Both Nigel and Donna stood still in surprise as Jan strode down the stairs that led to the dungeon.

A few minutes later there was a scream and they knew that Jan had found the hanging Julie. The first scream was followed by others but neither of them could hear any sounds of a whip being used. There were only screams of real pain. Those screams were still drifting up the stairs when Jan walked calmly into the room. “Well, let’s go,” she said casually as she crossed the room.

Nigel and Donna looked at each other. The screams and pathetic cries were still coming from below. Donna started to head towards the stairs but Nigel put a hand on her arm. “Perhaps it’s best to leave things alone.” Donna’s frown clearly said she didn’t want to see the black girl in that kind of pain. “Margaret will be home in a couple hours,” he continued. “Let Jan have her revenge.”

Donna allowed herself to be led to the door. As they walked from the house the could still hear screams of pain, but the screams grew fainter as they hurried down the driveway until they could no longer hear anything but the afternoon breeze in the trees.

The ride to Nigel’s house was uneventful. Both girls shared the back seat, huddled together for warmth and comfort. Nigel offered them a car blanket which they accepted with gratitude.

Over coffee in his dinning room, Jan seemed to finally come back to being herself. “Nigel, I’m grateful for what you’ve done for us,” she said. “But why did you do it?”

Nigel sipped coffee for a few seconds before he answered.

“I figured out who had you, or at least had a good idea, I simply figured maybe saving you from her clutches was one way of saying I’m sorry for the terrible way I treated you and the twins.”

At mention of the twins, Jan cringed.

“I know I treated you rather badly,” he went on. “And I really did want you to know that I’m sorry.”

“You mean that you really didn’t enjoy raping me?” Jan asked sarcastically. “All those times? And you didn’t enjoy keeping my girls tied up and locked in that cage for all that time? And what about the marks you put on my bottom? You certainly seemed to enjoy doing that and listening to my screams. And,” she added with a sigh, “you certainly enjoyed screwing the hell out of me after I was whipped and lying on my sore bottom.”

Nigel shrugged his shoulders. “Guilty,” he said simply.

“Guilty of enjoying what I did. I didn’t say I didn’t enjoy it, only that I was sorry I treated you so badly.”

“But why did you do it?” asked Jan with a puzzled frown. “Like you said, I enjoyed it. Jan, don’t ask me why. I’m a cad, I’ve always been a cad, and probably always will be. And heaven knows I’ve whipped plenty of other girls and screwed them to a fare-thee-well.” He grinned, perhaps at memories. “But there was something special about you.” He paused and looked like he was searching for the proper words. “I enjoyed what I did to you. I savored it, relished it. And would love to do it again. But... I don’t know.”

The big man actually was at a loss for words. “Do you care for Jan?” asked Donna.

“What?” was his reply. “I... Well...” He put his coffee cup Down. “I guess I do. Maybe you’re right. Maybe I simply like Jan enough to care that I did all those things with no regard for her feelings. Does that make sense? That it matters how she feels about a whipping? Oh, this whole thing doesn’t make sense to me!”

Jan swallowed and looked at the floor for a few seconds.

Then she slowly slid her hand across the table to lay it on Nigel’s. “I appreciate what you did in getting Donna and me out of that place,” she said. “And someday we’ll talk about that... And feelings... And whippings. But right now I’ve got something much bigger on my mind. My girls.”

Without elaboration she explained to Nigel how the twins had been given to a man who sells girls into slavery.

Nigel rubbed his chin as he listened but didn’t say a word until Jan was finished and looking at him with questioning eyes,

“Well, I know a few people whom I could ask some questions. Maybe I can find this Rashad fellow. But I can’t promise anything.”

Jan took Nigel’s hand in hers and kissed the back of it gently. Nigel was, for the first time anyone could remember, flustered.

“Can we return to Jan’s home?” asked Donna, partly to change the subject and partly to save Nigel further embarrassment.

Jan looked at her then did some thinking. “I don’t think so. Margaret’s powerful and practically owns the police in this town. I doubt we would last out the day if we returned there.”

Nigel nodded agreement. “But, by the same token, Julie knows who rescued you two. Margaret and her police friends will come knocking on my door shortly after she frees Julie... From whatever condition you left her in.”

“She had it coming,” was all Jan would say.

“She would mainly want you two back. I don’t think she really cares about punishing me for taking you. Or for what is happening to Julie right now.” He paused so everyone could remember that the black girl was left screaming in pain. “But she will certainly try to get you two back. It would be best if you two weren’t here.”

Nigel got up and began pacing. “I know a place where you two can hide. Margaret doesn’t know of it. I’ll stay here for a couple of days, long enough for Margaret to come by with authorities and satisfy herself that you two aren’t here. I don’t think she’ll press any charges. I’m not without money and power myself, and it will just be Julie’s word against mine. I could produce a dozen people who would swear on a stack of bibles that I was playing Canasta at the time Margaret Summers’ house was entered, valuables stolen, and a maid assaulted. But you girls have to get out of here fast.”

Jan got to her feet and hugged Nigel. It was more a token of appreciation and sincere thanks than anything like passion but Nigel seemed to enjoy it. In a blushing, odd sort of way. Donna doubted that Nigel was used to girls hugging him that way.

Finally he broke off the embrace. “We had better get going. Jan, you can use my car to return to your house and get anything you think you’ll need. Like money, bank savings books, check book, clothes, etc. Whatever you think you’ll need to track down your daughters.”

Nigel blushed again as Jan again kissed his hand. The girl was actually weeping. “Oh, thank you, thank you.”

“Well... Be that as it may, I think it’s only right that we try to find your girls.

“Okay! Jan, you’ll find some woman’s clothes in the second bedroom on the left down that way. I keep a few things on hand.” He saw Donna giving him a funny look. “Well, sometimes girls get their clothes tom when they, ah, visit me here. And it’s a nice gesture to give them something they can wear back home. Oh, don’t look at me like that. I can’t send a girl out into the cold, naked can I?”

“You did this afternoon,” pointed out Jan in a friendly mocking manner. “In fact, you made two girls hurry a long way down a road until they found your car.”

“Well, that was different. I... Oh, never mind, just go get some clothes on so you can make a quick visit to your house.”

Jan smiled and turned to go. But she paused at the doorway to turn her head back. “Nigel, my sex is sore and won’t be functional for a few days. I would like to show you my gratitude in the nicest way a woman can but... I’d rather wait until I can do it without pain.” She turned to Donna. “But Donna is fully functional. And if she still considers herself my little slavegirl... ?”

Surprise raced across Donna’s face as she realized what her mistress was asking. Then puzzlement. She remembered times when Jan threatened her with being given to a man as a gift for a night and Donna had thought that a terrible thing. But this was different. Jan was asking her to do it as a favor in her place. Donna looked at Nigel who seemed as surprised as she. Then she turned back to Jan. “I’ll do whatever my Mistress says,” she said quietly and sincerely. “But please tie my hands behind me. It will feel more proper that way.” Jan’s eyebrow went up as she looked at Nigel. He laughed a little and went to fetch a length of rope. When he returned he handed it to Jan. Jan made a loop in one end and pulled it up over Donna’s arms which had been pressed together behind and her back and turned towards Jan. To Donna’s surprise the loop went around her elbows and pulled them together.

“Being tied this way,” Jan explained as she wrapped several windings around the elbows and cinched them down, “will make her feel more like a slavegirl. She’ll be much more obedient,” Jan continued as she brought what was left of the rope down to Donna’s wrists. “You will be obedient, won’t you?”

“Yes, Mistress. I will obey.”

“Good. There, that ought to hold her. Comfy?”

“I am tied, Mistress. I cannot free my arms by myself.”

“Good,” Jan said, finally regaining some of her dominating spirit. She turned Donna so she could whisper in her ear. “You do a good job of pleasing him or I’ll show you what I did to Julie by doing it to you.”

“Yes, Mistress,” Donna said in full and total sincerity.

Jan nodded and turned to go. “Have fun,” she called back over her shoulder. “And leave the keys on the table, I’ll get them when I’m dressed and ready to leave.”

That left two people standing in the dinning room, looking at each other. Donna seemed more at ease than Nigel did so she took the initiative by going over to Nigel and rubbing her breasts against his chest. The way her arms were bound behind her with elbows touching made them stick out nicely for that purpose. “Well, Master, which way to your bedroom?” she said sweetly.

Nigel grinned and swatted her playfully across the bottom.

“Saucy little wench,” he told her. “That way. And hurry.”

“Yes, Master,” she said and trotted off down the hallway. As soon as they reached the bedroom, Donna got on the bed to kneel near the foot facing the pillow. Nigel divested himself of clothing and was soon joining her on the silky covers. Without benefit of hands, Donna pushed him back with her head and, when he was lying on his back, she attacked his erect penis with her mouth. For the first time in her life, she took a live male penis in her mouth. And was surprised that it wasn’t as horrible a thing to do as she had always assumed it would be.

For a long time she slid her mouth up and down on his shaft, teased the end with her tongue, and did a remarkably good job for a woman who had never engaged in this kind of sex before. Finally, when Nigel could no longer stand it, he forced her over on to her back and was quickly between her legs. His first thrust was hard and true, the rod buried itself into her deeply, evoking a gasp of pleasure from the tied girl. All that tongue and mouth work on Nigel had the effect of making her pretty horny herself and it was with great satisfaction that she accepted his male rod into her sheath.

Nigel wasn’t gentle, his thrusts were hard and forceful. But the naked slave girl revelled in his masculinity and the rough screwing he was giving her. Soon they were both moaning with pleasure and driving hard towards mutual climaxes. With incredible timing, more really by accident than planning, they both orgasmed at once and their cries of passion mingled in the bedroom. Donna’s legs clamped tightly around his hips and his arms held her body tightly to his. For a long time they embraced like that, a very long pleasurable time.

As the man and woman lay on the bed, still tingling in the warm afterglow of a perfect coupling, Jan sighed and abandoned her observation post at the door. Donna had given great pleasure to a man they were both grateful to and Jan was glad for that. Her own pussy was very sore and didn’t feel right. But she still wished it had been her lying on that bed under the masterful thrusts of that man.