The island, little more than a low spit of sand a few hundred yards long and less than half that in width, boasted only a small clump of trees in its centre, the rest being covered in short, springy grass and stunted bushes and as she looked at it, Gemma's heart sank. The chances of her hiding from the Masters for more than a very few minutes was out of the question and she swallowed nervously, well aware that she could not hope to evade capture...and what her capture would mean.
"Right, then," Master Nicos' voice was brisk, "You've got five minutes, then we come after you. We're the hunters, you're the game, so make it a good hunt or otherwise we may have to encourage you," and his fingers tapped meaningfully at the crop at his waist.
For a long moment, Gemma snatched a glance at Clarissa and saw her own helpless misery and despair mirrored in the redhead's gagged face...but then a crop cracked against her unsuspecting bottom and Master Steven's voice cautioned, "You're wasting precious time, slavegirl."
With a muffled groan, Gemma broke into a clumsy run, her buttocks smarting and bound wrists bumping behind her as she sought to distance herself from her cruel Masters and their stinging whips. In seconds she reached the clump of trees, but they were far too few to present a hiding place and she hurried on, her eyes seeking desperately for somewhere to conceal herself.
To her left, she heard Clarissa's footfalls and instinctively turned away, guessing that to be found together would get them both punished for not trying hard enough. Clarissa must have had the same thought, for her steps moved away as the redhead looked for her own hiding place.
But there was nowhere and Gemma moaned bitterly as her gaze swept over bare sand and short grass and the few stubby bushes available to her.
A not very distant shout warned her that the Masters were coming and she threw herself down behind the largest bush she could see, wriggling her body into the hot sand and taking advantage of what little cover the straggly plant offered and staring anxiously back through the sparse foliage to where the pursuit would appear.
Two figures appeared almost at once and Gemma shuddered with horror as she recognised Nicos and Steven.
As calm and relaxed as if they were out for a Sunday stroll rather than hunting a naked slavegirl, the two dominants ambled almost directly towards the bush hiding Gemma and the trembling brunette ducked her head swiftly as they appeared to look straight at her.
The sudden movement was her downfall, attracting the attention of Master Steven, who gave a loud whoop of discovery and ran towards her, pointing his gun as he came.
There was nowhere for Gemma to run and with no way to resist, the terrified slavegirl did the only thing she could. With a convulsive heave of her shoulders, she rolled onto her knees, spread her thighs wide and bowed her head low, submitting herself as an absolute slave to the two men who ran up and stood over her!
"Caught you," Steven crowed happily, staring down at the defenceless nude, but Nicos was less happy.
"Too damned easy," the dark haired dominant growled, "I wanted to shoot her down."
"Hmmm, yes, that would have been more fun," Steven agreed, "But...we could always do it anyway...."
Gemma's breath locked in her throat as her Master spoke and a wild tremor shook her kneeling frame as Nicos chuckled evilly.
"Yes, we could, couldn't we. On your feet, slave!"
Gemma rose, her eyes round with fear as she stared from one grinning Master to the other, then she moaned in anguish as Nicos said softly, "Run, slavegirl. Go on, run! Who knows, we might just miss..."
The two paintball guns rose as one and the sight broke Gemma's nerve completely. With a muffled scream of terror, she spun on her heel and raced away, sand spurting from beneath her flying feet and her breath rasping in her throat.
Two low-pitched thuds sounded behind her and at the same instant Gemma felt soft, almost liquid impacts at the small of her back and at her right buttock. She twisted wildly and stared dazedly down at a patch of bright yellow staining her hip!
"Good shot, Steven! Dead centre! Now watch, it won't take more than a few seconds."
Gemma turned to run once more, but a strange lethargy seemed to steal over her, gripping her limbs as if she was trying to run through treacle. She took one pace, and then another, but her legs would not obey the frantic commands of her brain and as she tried to take a third step, her legs crumpled beneath her and she fell in a flurry of sand. Face down, her brain screamed orders to her legs, but, somehow, the desperate messages never got through and her limbs remained immobile, paralysed by the near-instantaneous effects of the anaesthetic in the paint staining her back and hip!
Casually, her Masters strolled over to their victim and rolled her onto her back and Gemma whimpered helplessly as her ankles were spread wide and her knees bent upwards to leave her cruelly exposed and intensely vulnerable. Again and again, she tried madly to force her legs together to hide her shame, but her body simply would not, could not, respond to her wishes and her terror grew as the absolute helplessness of her position was borne in on her.
"An excellent preparation, this," Nicos observed, "It paralyses the muscles, but leaves the nerve-endings in the flesh untouched. She will still feel everything that happens to her, but won't be able to move."
To prove his point, the dark haired Master slid his fingers between Gemma's spread thighs and applied a firm caress to the drawn-back lips of the slavegirl's sex.
Gemma's eyes bulged and a squeal of anguish lost itself in her huge gag, but her body remained perfectly still, clear proof that her paralysis was complete.
Steven smiled wolfishly, "That is quite amazing," he breathed, "May I try?"
"Of course. You shot her, too, so she is yours as much as mine."
The tall Master reached to his waist and drew out his crop, then stared deep into Gemma's horrified eyes as he raised the whippy leather. Still holding Gemma's gaze with his own, he brought the crop down hard on the soft flesh of Gemma's inner thigh.
The stinging impact brought a strangled scream from the slavegirl's throat, but even the pain could not break the paralysis which held her and she was forced to endure the flaring heat without even being able to wriggle to dissipate the anguish.
A second blow, and then a third drew burning red stripes across Gemma's defenceless skin and she screamed despairingly into her gag as the cruel leather punished her and her Masters looked down calmly, savouring the terrible anguish written in her eyes and their knowledge that she was absolutely helpless to prevent them doing with her as they wished.
"I want to have her," Steven grated and Gemma whimpered in shame as, before the cold eyes of Nicos, Steven tore off his trousers and positioned himself between her gaping thighs.
Unable to prevent it, she gasped as he seized her knees and spread her wider still, opening her helplessly to receive him.
With a deep grunt of exertion and pleasure, Steven speared his rigid maleness deep into the soft warmth of her parted sex, plunging irresistibly to the very core of her belly as he took her with the full power and absolute dominance of his Mastery over her.
Even as her eyes filled with the tears of shame and humiliation of her all too public ravishing, Gemma could not but submit to the devastating arousal filling her belly as she was taken like the hot slavegirl her Masters had made her and her sex squeezed and contracted helplessly as her body responded as it had been trained.
A first orgasm swept through her, shaking her belly with boiling waves of love juices and she screamed in delirious ecstasy, her inability to move adding immeasurably to the furious passions raging deep within her as she surrendered to one Master....and the sight of Nicos, her other Master, gazing down at her subjugation and the certainty that he, too, was to have her when he chose, raising her shattering need to an even higher pitch!
Steven's lunges grew still more fierce, his strong hands spreading her thighs until she feared he would split her apart, his maleness growing even more massive as he neared his peak and Gemma shrieked in horror an
d futile denial as Nicos bent to her breasts and took a golden nipple ring in each of his hands.
Utterly at the mercy of her two Masters, driven beyond the limits of her endurance, Gemma's paralysed body shuddered wildly as jolts of unbearable arousal and flashes of exquisite pain radiated from her throbbing breasts and erect nipples as Nicos used his skilled fingers to add to the frenzied tumult of her abject subjugation and bring her teetering to the brink of a second stupendous orgasm.
Buried deep in the bubbling heat of Gemma's belly, Steven began to throb and twitch and as his seed jetted into her and Nicos twirled her painfully hard nipples, Gemma hurtled over the precipice of her lusts and dived into a second uncontrollable climax, giant waves of love juices exploding into her belly to mix with the spurting pulses of her Master's release, her eyes screwed tightly shut and her muffled whimpers and gasps telling of the havoc wreaked within her.
Sated, for the moment, Steven rose to his feet and joined Nicos where he stood looking down at Gemma's sweat stained body.
"You enjoyed her, my friend."
"Yes, luckily for her. But what about you, Nicos? Don't you want her?"
Gemma opened her eyes and flushed redly as Nicos smiled and nodded, "Oh yes, indeed I do, but I shall let her recover from your..ah..attentions first. I wouldn't want her to be too tired to serve me properly, now would I, eh, Steven?"
Both Masters chuckled softly and Gemma's flush deepened, knowing full well that, if her Master chose, she would be required to serve properly no matter how tired she was!
Her limbs began to tingle pleasantly and she realised that the paralysing effect of the paintballs was wearing off. She flexed her fingers cautiously and Nicos nodded, "Good. On your feet, slavegirl. There are no after effects, so don't even try to con us. Go on, walk ahead of me back to the beach."
Gemma rose and did as she was bid, astonished to find that she felt not the slightest trace of dizziness or nausea, then faltered as she heard Nicos say casually that, of course, there was no reason why a slavegirl couldn't be hunted and shot several times in a single day!
Her momentary hesitation as she took in the awful news earned her a sharp flick of his riding crop and she flinched, instantly resuming her graceful walk as he snapped, "Posture!" and her buttock smarted.
In a very few moments, she was back at the stand of small trees and her eyes opened wide as she saw Clarissa.
"Halt."
Gemma spread her legs, assuming the Display position as she stopped and stared anxiously at the scene before her.
Clarissa stood with her back to one of the trees, her arms cuffed behind her around its trunk and her ankles wide apart, roped to smaller trees on each side.
Beaded with sweat, her full breasts and engorged nipples quivering and with tell-tale dampness at the joint of her shapely thighs, it was quite obvious how her captor, Matthew, had amused himself since capturing the luscious redhead.
"Ah, there you are," Matthew called jovially, "I was beginning to think that Gemma had escaped you." He chuckled softly, "But I see she did not and has paid the penalty," and his pale blue eyes swept over Gemma's stained and crop-striped body, smiling as she blushed and lowered her eyes from his gaze.
"No chance," Steven replied briefly, "But what of your prize? The lovely Clarissa seems somewhat agitated and, dare I say it, unsatisfied, Matthew?"
"Mm. You are quite right. I thought it might be amusing to make her wait for her..ah..final satisfaction until you both arrived."
"And now, we have," Nicos said slowly.
"Yes, so if you would care to secure Gemma and then assist me, we can deal with Clarissa."
Ordered to her belly, Gemma grimaced behind her gag as her left leg was bent and placed behind her right knee, then her right leg was doubled up, trapping her left. While Nicos held her leg, Steven dragged her cuffed wrists back and over her right ankle, tensioning her spine into a deeply arched bow.
As the two Masters released their grip on her body, Gemma whimpered in anguish, the competing tensions of her bent spine and leg holding her immobilised in a strained and exquisitely uncomfortable hogtie.
Incapable of freeing herself or easing the immediate aching of her cruelly stressed body, Gemma could only watch helplessly as all three of her Masters moved to Clarissa.
Released from her standing spreadeagle and with her wrists then immediately locked behind her back, the naked redhead shook her head pleadingly as the ropes tied to her ankles were thrown over a tree branch high above her head and, as one Master supported her slim shoulders, the others pulled steadily.
Twisting in futile impotence, Clarissa fought against the ropes dragging her ankles upwards and apart, but was no match for her captors and, in moments, dangled head down and hugely spread from the branch, her long red hair brushing the grass beneath her as she swayed to and fro, shuddering with the horror of her position.
Gemma, watching, shuddered in sympathy, knowing Clarissa's absolute vulnerability and horribly aware that it was only by chance that it was the redhead and not herself who was offered so shamefully to the three Masters.
Matthew walked behind his love slave, out of her sight and Gemma gasped as he drew his cruel riding crop from his belt.
"Nicos. Steven. If you be so kind as to amuse Clarissa...."
The suspended redhead gave a muffled scream and her body twisted wildy as fingers seized her defenceless breasts and stroked between her gaping thighs, but her own body weight held her and she could not avoid the blistering arousal imposed upon her. The long muscles of her thighs corded beneath her smooth skin, her breasts quivered helplessly as renewed desire flooded through her body and her eyes bulged above her gag with desperate need as the assault overwhelmed her.
Timing his blow with merciless precision, her adored Master, Matthew, sent his crop hissing across her presented buttocks, the sharp crack blending with Clarissa's squeal of agonised ecstasy as furious heat erupted in her flesh to mix with devastating arousal and send her spinning into a frenzy of submissive lust.
The crop rose and fell again and then again and the belly of the juddering redhead contracted in huge convulsions as she was forced into a shattering climax, pulsing and spasming frantically as she was made to surrender to the irresistible power of her Masters.
Matthew nodded his grey head in satisfaction and joined his companions as they smiled down at the trembling body and anguished eyes of their victim.
"Thank you, my friends," he chuckled, "And now it is time for my slavegirl to repay the pleasure she has received."
He addressed himself to the suspended nude, "You will now pleasure me, Clarissa," he said firmly, "Then you will pleasure my friends, if that is what they wish. Do you understand me, slavegirl?"
Clarissa's throat worked as he spoke, then she forced her head to nod in obedience.
"Good. Do not disappoint us," and he allowed the tip of his crop to trail down the inside of her left thigh, the threat crystal clear to both Clarissa and the watching Gemma.
Steven bent and unbuckled the gag, pulling it from her mouth and the redhead licked her dry lips as Matthew released his maleness and slowly approached her.
Subjugated and under threat of punishment, Clarissa opened her jaws wide, her red lips forming a perfect "O" as her Master's flesh slid deep into her mouth, gagging her. Her eyes widened as he took a half step forward and then another, her suspended body unable to withdraw, forcing her to take the entire length of him into her mouth and his erection bulging her cheeks as she struggled to accommodate his growing girth. His hands gripped her crop striped buttocks tightly, holding her face at his groin, "Now, slave," he hissed, "Pleasure me," and his lips descended to the engorged, shining wet recesses of her exposed sex.
Clarissa squealed breathily through her nose as his lips found her and her own bulging mouth worked desperately to please him as she had been commanded, her eyes betraying a mixture of fear and desire as she struggled.
With her eyes riveted on the scene before her and
acutely aware of a growing warmth in her own belly as she concentrated on Clarissa's efforts to please a Master, Gemma temporarily forgot that she was not simply a spectator of the redhead's erotic subjugation.
A strong hand descended on her buttocks, spreading the taut globes of her bottom cheeks and she whinnied into her gag, outraged, as a probing finger found the puckered ring of her anal passage, pressing insistently against her resisting flesh. She turned her head to her left, her eyes sparkling with anger and met the hard gaze of Master Nicos.
"Defiance of a Master is not permitted, slave," he whispered coldly and his free hand burrowed beneath her arched body to find her breast.
Gemma gasped as his fingers captured her nipple to send arousal racing through her captive body, then gasped again as he tweaked her nipple ring and a sharp stab of pain jolted her.
"Defiance is not permitted, slavegirl," he said again, "You have two choices. Surrender...or take the consequences of your resistance. But I shall be kind. You have three seconds. One.. Two..."
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