No Escape

Chapter 2

"She should be coming around soon," one of the males said. "Do you want us to unwrap her?"

"What do you think, dear?" asked the husband.

"No. Leave her as is," replied the wife. "It will be fun to see her reactions once she's awake."

Sam and Ray had collected Symphony earlier in the day. They had just finished delivering her to her temporary owners, Heath and Heather Whitcomb, who purchased the girl for a period of one week.

Symphony selected the date she was to start her slavery. She told her husband that she needed some time to herself and that she was going to visit some college friends in Colorado. She arranged for her sister to care for her baby until she returned. And then she waited nervously.

Two men arrived at the house promptly at one o'clock. She was expecting them but she was still surprised when she opened the door. They were large, muscular men and were dressed all in black. They further surprised her by forcing their way into the house and grabbing her. She opened her mouth to scream but a hand quickly clamped down over her face, stifling any attempt to call for help.

Erika had designed several different collection scenarios and was planning on testing them on the women who enrolled to see what worked best. This was one of the kidnap scenarios.

A rag was stuffed into Symphony's mouth by one male and the other laid a piece of duct tape across her lips. A male gathered her hands behind her back and bound them with a length of rope. Another rope was wrapped around her ankles, totally immobilizing her. The men went back out to their truck and returned with a large box. She was placed inside of it and sedated before they closed the lid. Then she was carted off to the truck to be delivered to her new owners.

In this version of the kidnap scenario, the slave was to be delivered fully clothed. Erika had designed a second version where the males stripped the girl before sedating and binding her. In a third version, the girl would be stripped and then fucked by both of her collectors before being boxed. She would try out the other two variations on future girls.

"I'm going to take the gag out," said Heather after Sam and Ray left. "I want to get a better look at her and hear what she has to say when she wakes up."

"Yes, dear," replied Heath. "But she might scream."

"So who's to hear?" She was right. They lived on an estate with over a hundred acres. The closest home was about a mile away.

"Oh, she's lovely," Heather remarked once she had peeled off the tape and fished the rag out of the girl's mouth. "Much nicer than her picture and I thought she was beautiful in the picture."

"Very lovely," agreed Heath as he looked down at the sleeping beauty. He reached down as discreetely as he could and adjusted his cock which was straining against his pants. He couldn't believe his luck at getting a slave so gorgeous.

He had heard about the new service a couple of weeks earlier as he and some friends were chatting and kidding around after tennis. At least he assumed that they were kidding. But that night, he had gone out to the website and discovered it was for real.

He and his wife were independently wealthy. He had been an investment banker early in his career and had done quite well. He retired at the age of forty before the financial meltdown and had invested his fortune wisely. Now, they lived a life of luxury in their palatial mansion.

Heath and Heather had a tendency to get bored at times, though. There are only so many games of tennis that one could reasonably play in a week. The charity events like luncheons and golf outings were plentiful but they got old after awhile. They had an active and relatively rewarding sex life together. But they still tended to get bored.

Heath showed the website to Heather and she immediately took an interest. They had never talked about having a slave but they did occasionally play bondage games. Their problem was that they both preferred to be the dominant. They did have a circle of friends who were into domination and submission and they got together often with them for parties and that helped. But they still wanted more. They agreed that it would be a lot of fun to buy a girl.

"Maybe we should undress her," offered Heath. He really wanted to get a better view of this beauty. And he still couldn't wait to sink his raging cock into her.

"Heath, we discussed this." She was giving him a very disapproving look. "We let her wake up and be startled by what she has gotten herself into. We strip her. We give her the rules. And then we partially unbind her. I know you are dying to fuck her but that will have to wait."

Heath groaned and adjusted his cock in his pants again. The waiting was pure agony. Thankfully, Symphony started to stir.

She fluttered her eyes open and looked around groggily. She did not recognize anything and tensed. That's when she realized that she was bound in a hogtie and lying on her belly. She started to panic. She remembered that she had signed up to become a slave but this was not something she expected. Maybe she had gotten in over her head. She lifted her head and looked around, seeing two pairs of legs: one female and one male. There had been two men who seized her earlier. Who was the woman? Had she been bought by a woman?

The female legs stepped closer and she saw a knee settle onto the carpet in front of her face. A hand stroked her hair with fingers combing through the blonde locks.

"Hello, Symphony dear," Heather said. "Welcome to your new home."

"Wha…" said Symphony as she slurred her speech. "Where am I? Who you?"

Heather continued to stroke the girl's hair with one hand as she reached out with the other to cut the cord that bound the hands to the legs. Her legs thumped down onto the carpeted floor and her hands fell down across her back. Heather rolled Symphony over until she was lying on her bound arms and looking up at Heather.

"You are in our home, little one," said Heather. "Your new home." She ran her fingers lightly down Symphony's left cheek, tracing her jawbone.

"You are lovely, dear," the older woman continued. "My name is Heather. You may call me Mistress. And this is Master."

Heath stepped into her view and she looked up at him. He was smiling at her and did not look threatening at all. She saw the front of his pants tenting outward from the strain inside and shuddered as she started to realize what she had gotten herself into.

"Thank you," replied Symphony as she looked back at Heather.

"You are welcome, girl. Now, I am going to release your bindings. I want you to stand up and remove your clothing. Then come and stand before me."

Symphony gulped as she heard the words. She knew this moment would come. She had even fantasized about it. But somehow it was different in real life. She felt the knife slicing through the ropes that held her, knowing that she was only moments away from another point of no return. The last rope was finally removed.

"You may get up now, girl," said Heather. "I will be waiting for you in the chair over there."

Symphony felt like she was in a daze as she got to her feet. She looked at both of her owners and they just smiled and nodded to her. Slowly, she reached up and unbuttoned her blouse. She slid it off and then removed her skirt and shoes. Then she paused as she stood there in her bra and panties.

"Keep going," encouraged Heath. Again, he had to adjust his cock. It grew harder, if that was even possible, as more and more flesh was exposed. This body was flawless. It was ripe and feminine and so, so sexy. Symphony unsnapped her bra and shrugged the straps off of her shoulders, catching it in one hand and then hooking her thumbs into the waistband of her panties. She took a deep breath and slowly slid the panties down her legs, leaving her completely naked. She felt her face blush at her nudity.

"The jewelry too, dear," said Heather. Symphony nodded and reached up, removing her earrings and then took off her necklace. She looked at her wedding band and then looked to Heather, holding up her left hand.

"Those too, pet," advised Heather. Symphony sighed but dutifully slid the engagement ring and wedding band off her slender finger. She placed all of the jewelry on a table and then hesitantly stepped closer to Heather.

Symphony did not know why she was so nervous. She knew that this was an experience she had asked for. And she knew that it would only last for a week. She figured that it would be embarrassing at times but anything new could be embarrassing. So why was she so nervous? She should be viewing this as a big game.

Heather was inexplicably nervous also. She had never owned anyone before. And even though she knew that she technically did not own Symphony, everything about the program had been carefully designed to give the appearance of owning a girl. They had a "deed" that granted them ownership of the girl's body. The girl had been delivered to them, sedated and bound as if she had been kidnapped and sold into slavery. They had even given the girl a serial number which matched the number on their deed. The number had been inked onto the back of her neck with henna which would wash off by the end of the week but it all added to the realism of the experience.

"So why am I so nervous?" wondered Heather. She finally realized that she was nervous because she didn't want to disappoint Symphony. The girl had signed up for a slave experience, not for friendship or loving sex. And it would be so easy to fall into that kind of relationship with this beautiful, trusting girl. She would have to work hard at maintaining the role of slave owner. And she would have to work even harder to make sure that Heath behaved. She knew that, if he had his way, he would make love to this beautiful sex kitten all week long.

She had practiced this moment in her mind for days; ever since learning when their girl would be delivered. She would be stern but kind. She would be demanding but caring at the same time. She would be harsh when the role required her to be harsh and she would be forgiving after the need for harshness had passed.

"Let's see what we have to work with," Heather began. "Lock your hands behind your neck."

Symphony instantly complied and laced her fingers together behind her neck. Heather smiled as she watched the action lift and separate the heavy breasts, thrusting them forward invitingly. Heath saw the movement too and had to cross his legs to try to control his aching cock.

"I can be a very loving mistress," Heather continued. "Or I can be a bitch; your worst nightmare." She punctuated her remark by picking up a leather riding crop and whistling it through the air to strike Symphony's flat belly. Symphony yelped at the surprising punishment. "It's entirely your choice. Do you understand?"

"Yes, Mistress," whimpered Symphony. Heather placed the crop back on the table and reached out, tracing the outline of the red mark on the girl's belly.

"I expect immediate obedience," Heather informed her slave. "Anything less than that will be dealt with harshly. I expect no reluctance or hesitancy. When you are told to do something, you will do it instantly."

Heather moved behind the girl and she picked up the crop again, striking the beautiful rounded swells of one of the girl's bottom cheeks. Symphony bit her lower lip and stifled a cry.

She kept moving and returned to face the girl. She reached out and grasped the tuft of downy hair over the girl's mound, turning her head to her husband. "Heath, would you be a dear and remove this tonight?"

"I'd be happy to, dear," smiled Heath.

Heather reached up and pressed upward against the base of each breast with the heels of her hands, letting her fingers splay out over the soft, yielding flesh. The orbs were heavy and tight. They were remarkably firm.

"Are these real, little one?"

"Yes, Mistress," blushed Symphony. "They're all natural."

"They are so firm," observed Heather. "They're almost unbelievable."

"They are very full, Mistress. It has been several hours since I nursed."

"Oh my," thought Heather. This one was lactating! She knew that her husband had a fetish about lactation and she figured he was probably ready to shoot his wad at this news. "We'll give you relief shortly."

"Thank you, Mistress," replied Symphony. Her head was spinning at this point. She had asked for something different and this sure qualified as that. Within her first thirty minutes with her new owner, she was naked and had been whipped twice already. Not only that, but her new owner turned out to be owners.

Part of her wondered again if she had gotten in over her head. Maybe she should have chosen a long weekend instead of a week. And maybe she should have added a lot more check marks to the no column on the list of limits. The other part of her was lost in a lust-filled swirl of sensations. She looked down to see her breasts being claimed and touched by another woman for only the second time in her life. It should be revolting to her but she found it thrilling. She felt the two marks on her body still burning where the crop had kissed her flesh. And she felt her sex pulsing with arousal and felt her inner thighs slick with her juices. She felt so alive!

Heather finished her inspection of the girl and the recitation of the rules that she would live by. Symphony acknowledged each one and pledged to obey them. At the end, Heather had two more gifts for the new slave.

"As I said, I can be your worst nightmare if you cross me. I want to leave you with two thoughts." Heather picked up a wooden ruler and struck Symphony's left breast across the nipple, causing the girl to shriek from the pain. "Be pleasing." She swung again, striking the other nipple, eliciting a second shriek. "And be obedient."

"Heath, she's all yours. Would you see to her shaving before dinner?"