by Alan Horn
Susan handed a wispy green confection to Muriel. I helped her get it on. It was completely transparent. It looked like she was wearing green smoke. Every line, every curve, every ring was clearly visible.
Susan had us all face the mirror. I think she had managed to give us all clothing that hid nothing and accentuated everything. We looked like the idealized vision of helpless, wanton sex slaves. I liked hem. It was where and who I wanted to be.
We tried on four more creations. None of them were alike. They were all designed to make us the center of erotic attention of any group. I noticed they were all designed to be donned or discarded whether our hands or necks were chained. Practical. No need to unlock any part of us to add or remove the clothing.
Chapter 8 - Angela
I was sitting in a cheap diner with Donny and Ralph. They were cousins. I had slept with both of them . Ralph was my current lover. I wasn't paying much attention to them. Donny was trying to convince Ralph to do a job. Ralph owed Donny some dough. Donny had a friend who had helped deliver some fancy furniture to a place outside of town. His friend said it was a huge place, out in the country all by itself and had a lot of expensive stuff. Top of the line electronic, far our Italian cars like a Maserati and a Ferrari in the garage. He only saw a couple of old guys there. No guards or anything. Donny said it would be an easy job. In, grab some jewelry and electronics and maybe a fancy car. Quick out and vanish back to the city in ten minutes, tops. Donny said he had a friend who could take the car and would pay top dollar.
Finally, Ralph said he'd go up to check out the place. They dropped me off at Ralph's dump. Ralph came back an hour later and said Donny may be right. It was close to town and the landscaping looked new. They didn't drive in, but hiked through some woods. They got close enough to see a big fancy house and a bunch of smaller buildings. Then they left. Ralph said he was going to do some planning and it looked like we could just sneak in, grab, and run. I think he's crazy. Nothing was ever that easy.
Three days later Ralph has a "plan." Not too hard even for him. Ralph and I sneak up to the house. Ralph bypasses any alarms and we heist some jewelry and look for a safe. I'm just the lookout. When we're done, we jack one of the fancy cars. We drive this old truck Ralph jacked yesterday and leave it behind. We leave at midnight. Should be home by 1:30 or 2. Piece of cake.
Excuse me, John says the chief. Looks like our visitors are back. It may not be the same ones. This time its a man and a woman. The outer perimeter cameras picked them up at the same place they entered last time. They are sneaking through the west woods. They should be to the house in ten minutes. They came in an old truck. We don't see any communication gear. They are probably planning on using cell phones to communicate. We have our intercept and scrambler equipment ready. Do you want to call the Sheriff yet.
"No chief, lets see what they want. I'm guessing burglars."
"You may be right. They aren't skilled, are they."
I would like to capture them if they try to break in. Will that pose too much risk to our folks?"
"Shouldn't. I have everyone in vests and I've called in the backups. We have seven troops ready, all with night vision gear and scrambled headsets. Three of them are carrying stun guns and sidearms. The others are loaded for bear.
...
What happened, chief?"
When the two of them got out of the woods, they headed to the garage. The girl sprayed paint on the camera we didn't hide. The man went inside, pried open the key cabinet and started the Ferrari. He opened the door and we turned on the lights and the PA system. Told him they were surrounded and to surrender. He panicked and tore out of the, abandoning the girl. She ran around the corner and hid in the shrubbery. We picked her up easily. The man screamed out the driveway and we raised the vehicle barrier. He hit it at over a hundred. I'm afraid your Ferrari is not repairable. The girl is down in the basement. I've got two men with her. The truck is still sitting on a dirt road. I called the sheriff and reported the theft and fatality. They should be here shortly."
"Tell me about the girl."
"Young, early twenties, fit, crying, begging us to let her go. Says she has a record and they'll throw away the key is she's arrested. Name is Angela Larson. I checked and she has a couple of convictions, car theft, assault 4, prostitution."
"Do you think she would make a good slave?"
"Well, she's got the body for it, don't know if she got any STDs, and she's motivated as hell for a deal. I'd have her medically checked, but, yeah."
"OK, chief. Make copies of the take from the cameras inside the garage for 5 minutes around the time of our visit. Don't let on the girl was ever here. Have all the men who contacted or saw the girl go away. Share everything we have on the car thief and nothing on the girl. As for her, keep her cuffed, treat her well. Make sure she stays in the basement. And get a blood sample to Dr. Biery. I'll call him. Oh and have someone wipe down the truck. I don't want her prints found on it."
"OK, boss. She stays incognito, give the police everything in the garage. Don't let them find out about our other surveillance capabilities. Blood sample to the doc. Clean the truck."
"Good. I'll go interview her now."
"Miss Larson, don't say a word. Just watch these videos." I showed her several videos. She and her friend entering the forest. Them hiding behind a large rock. Them creeping to the garage. Her spraying the decoy camera. Him in the garage, finding the key, starting the car. Opening the garage door. Shooting at someone. Speeding out of the garage. The Ferrari smashing into the bollards at the entrance. The demolished car.
Miss Larson, your friend is dead. I have witnesses and video footage showing you committed burglary, conspiracy, and felony murder. The police do not have any of this yet. Now I have some questions for you. Will you talk to me or must I give you to the Sheriff?" She was ashen faced and trembling. Her jaw was quivering and she looked like she would resume crying.
"I..I..I'll talk." she said.
"Good. Drink some water. Here." I shoved a glass across the table. Her hands were cuffed in front of her and her ankles were still cuffed. The chief and Jake, one of his men, watched.
"Tell me about your family," I ordered.
The summary was that her parents were dead. She had a half sister she hated who lived on the east coast. They had not communicated in eight years. The guy who wrecked my car and his life was Ralph Gonzales. He was a petty criminal wanting to make a big score. Her job was lookout. She had a record with three misdemeanors. Her boyfriend before Ralph liked to tie her up for sex. He smacked her around and she liked it until he got too rough. She broke a wine bottle over his head, thus the assault charge. She graduated from high school, became a beautician, and was currently unemployed. She was having a hard time finding a job because of her record. She moved in with Ralph a few days ago. She had no money and no prospects.
"Angela, I'm going to offer you a deal that you will likely find unusual. If you don't take the deal, I will give you and my evidence to the police. My deal is this: You will be my sex slave for two years and I will pay you one hundred thousand dollars. Then you will be free to leave. No. Don't answer now. I have three girls serving as sex slaves right now. I am going to bring them in to talk to you. When you are done talking to them you can tell me your decision. Chief will you bring the girls in?" Angela was staring at me with wide, red eyes and an open mouth. I do believe I shocked her speechless.
I woke in the middle of the night to a loud noise. I saw lights on outside. Denise and Muriel and I were in bed. We couldn't get up because our collars were locked to wall rings by short chains. I hated being unable to see what was happening. One more downside of being a slave. Things got quiet and the light went out. I went back to sleep. What else could I do?
Morning was routine. We ate with Master and then went to exercise. Muriel was our exercise instructor so her hands were free. After exercise we cleaned up and did our makeup. Harold collected us and took us downstairs where we waited for an hour o
r so.
Chief Jones unlocked our hands and ushered us into one of the meeting rooms. There was an unfamiliar woman there. She had been crying and had a shocked expression on her face. She was clothed but was wearing handcuffs locked in front and her feet were cuffed too. Master , chief Jones, and Jake, a guard, were in the room. Master said, "girls, this is Angela. She is considering joining you. Tell her what it is like. When you are finished, just open the door. Jake will wait for you."
"Angela, I'm Emily. The redhead Is Denise and this is Muriel. We are all sex slaves of Master John. You can see we wear chains instead of clothes. You can also see we have many rings piercing us. We are completely untrusted. We are always either locked to something solid or are leashed. We have all given up our freedom. We traded it for sex, a life of privilege, and security. We are completely submissive and must obey everyone. In return we are taken to heights of all-consuming bliss beyond our wildest dreams. And we get that bliss every single day. Our Master said you are considering joining us. I would love to have you with us. I will mourn your loss if you don't try.
Muriel spoke up and said, "Angela, my name is Muriel. I am the trainer of the other slaves. I have this assignment because I have been a slave for several masters. I became slave when I was eighteen. I was well paid. I learned that I was a true, natural submissive and belonged at the feet of a strong man. I love this life and couldn't think of anything better. But you are different than us. You are here and cuffed. Master says you are thinking of joining us. We all came here asking to be his slaves. What's your story?"
Angela's head swiveled back and forth between us like a camera on a pole. When she stopped, she looked at Muriel and said, "You're slaves?"
I said, " Look at us Angela. Chief Jones brought us in here. He's clothed, we're naked. We have rings everywhere, collars on our necks, and cuffs on our wrists. I assume you saw our feet when we came in. We are all wearing shackles. And not ones that unlock, like yours. There are no locks on any of our restraints. We are not playing a game here. This is our life. And we love it. Now, tell us why you're here."
Angela looked at me. She said, "This is unbelievable. I thought slavery went away before I was born. You all seem so nonchalant about it. OK, my story. This is embarrassing for me, I'll try. I came here to rob the place with a friend. I got caught, he killed himself in a stolen car. Your master has evidence of my involvement. He offered me a deal. Join you for two years or face the law."
Everyone was quiet for a moment as we digested Angela's statement.
Denise spoke first, "You tried to rob us?"
Angela started crying. She said, "It wasn't you. We only knew a rich person lived here. We didn't know about any of you. We were poor. We just wanted some money for the rent and food." Her sobs trailed off.
"Your friend, the one who died. Was he your lover?" asked Muriel.
Angela's sobs started again, " I only knew him a little while. We made love a couple of times. He wasn't great. I guess he wasn't smart, either."
We waited until her sobbing stopped. I handed her a tissue. "So, do you have a job?"
"Not now," Angela said, " I went to Beautician school. and worked in a parlor for a while. Then I got sent to jail for assaulting my last boyfriend. I haven't been able to find work since I got out. I guess I've made a mess of my life, haven't I?"
Muriel asked, "What do you want your life to be?" Married, children, soccer mom? Gangster, prostitute, kept woman, high society? What would your life be like if Maste let you walk away and did not tell the police?"
Angela's face grew haunted. "You're right, she said," if I could just walk away I'd be unemployable and homeless. I'd be a prostitute on drugs in a week. So its either that, go to jail, or be a slave. I've backed myself into a small corner. I guess I have to take your Master's deal. But I don't want to be chained up like you. It looks almost as bad as jail."
"Angela, didn't you hear the part where we all love our lives?"
"Yeah, I heard," she said," but you also said you're a natural submissive. I'm not."
"Yeah, right. Didn't you follow your friend to commit a crime without a plan? Didn't you like it when another boyfriend beat you, until he got too rough? Didn't you choose a profession taking other people's orders? Just what does submissive mean to you?"
Angela stared at me for a moment. She said, "You're right. Its just a word to me. I thought it meant just obeying someone's orders, but it must be more than that. Is it a sex thing? I've always worked for women. The men I've taken to bed were all wishy-washy. I guess you'd call them weak. I felt all weak and humble when your...master talked to me. He was older, but forceful. I wouldn't mind obeying him."
"That's exactly what I mean. Its why it works for me. My Master is the driving force in my world. I like to obey these other women here, but I wouldn't stay a day if he wasn't my Master. Knowing he is in charge of us makes them his surrogates, his stand-ins. I get all warm and tingle inside when I obey an order, even if its one that causes me pain. That's what I mean by natural submissive. I think a woman needs a strong man to make her whole. I think it works the other way too. I don't think it matters that my Master has other women too, as long as I know I'm loved. We all love each other too. We are sisters in slavery."
Muriel spoke up, "Angela, have you had another woman make love to you?"
Angela said, "No, I've wanted to try it, but I never found anyone I wanted to be close to."
Muriel said, " Angela, we all nibble at each other whenever we get a chance. I don't know if you noticed, but we have chastity belts. Master reserves our pussies for himself. Everyone else has to be satisfied with our mouths and asses. They do get a lot of use, though. Would you like to have us relieve your tension?"
Angela said, "Here? I don't know. It seems wrong to just spread my legs in a meeting room in daylight."
"Angela, here and now, we love our lives so much because of all the sex. It comes at all times in all ways. And its all with clean, safe people. Do you have any STDs?"
"No, I don't think so. I was checked before meeting Ralph, but I'm not positive."
"You remember that blood sample they took last night? Master says the Doctor called and you're clean.
"Stand up, drop your pants, and put your hands behind your neck. You are going to have the ride of your life. Then you will see one of the major attractions of being a slave." I walked over to her, clanking and dinging. She stood up but otherwise didn't move. I grasped the chain connecting her handcuffs and lifted it over her head. She didn't resist. "Leave them there," I ordered. I unbuttoned her pants and let them drop to the floor. She wore a white thong. I slid it down and let it drop, too. "You have a nice bush, curly and not too big. You'll lose that tonight." I pushed her back onto her chair. Slide forward." She did, looking scared. I knelt in front of her legs and pushed her legs wide. Muriel and Denise stood behind her and started opening her top. I put my face on her labia and started long, slow licks. After a couple she started pushing her groin forward. I licked harder.
Her labia spread apart and she began moaning. I thrust my tongue deep into her inner lair and licked hard. I could see Muriel and Denise had her breasts in their hands, rubbing her nipples. Muriel had her head pushed back and was kissing her. I tasted her love juices now. A woman taste, sweet and strong. I felt her belly quivering and her muscles shaking. I knew she was ready to come. I sucked her hard nub into my mouth and massaged it with my tongue while sucking. She was gushing juices now. She came with a thunderous bellow followed by moans. Her legs squeezed my head. When she relaxed, I raised my head and wiped my face on her pants. "Like that Angela?" I smirked. Muriel and Denise had released her. Angela's face had a dreamy smile and her eyes were closed. Her clothes were off her torso, around her arms and legs. She moaned and started to lift her arms up. "Don't move, Angela. Leave your arms behind your head," I ordered.
She opened her eyes wide and looked at me. Then she lowered her hands back behind her head. "OK," she said. "Yes, I liked that a lot. Tha
t was the best climax I've ever had. It was so strong. I thought I would faint."
"Now you see why we like our lives. Imagine having sex like that several times a day, with much better ones every week. We found that being restrained like we are increases the strength of our climaxes a lot. That's a big reason we don't mind wearing these chains. We sold our freedom for an incredible price."
Angela looked at me then said, "Well, you're not exaggerating, are you? What about the rings? Aren't you afraid someone will tug on them and hurt you?"
"They concerned me at first, but once you start moving they sway at every step, every motion. It drives us to heavy arousal in moments. They are in our most sensitive areas and stimulate us with every swing. I love mine. Yes, I am afraid when someone pulls me along by one. So far I have only had pain when it was intended. If I didn't have the rings, then I would have received pain some other way. I guess that's one other thing to tell you. We get whipped for correction and punishment. Too much pain is just punishment, but the right amount drives us to orgasm. We are whipped daily to make us come, but only for punishment when we deserve it."
We all sat silent for a long time. Finally Angela said "OK. I'll be his slave. Only for two years. And only because its the best option out of a bad set of choices."
I stood up and said, "That's great, Angela. You won't be sorry. I promise." I opened the door and told Jake we had a new recruit. Jake used the phone to pass the news to master. Jake grasped Angela's upper arm and took her out of the room. He closed and locked the door. We were all wearing chastity belts, so no nibbling for us. We talked about what it would be like having another slave girl around. Of course our sleeping arrangements would change. There were two king size beds in our room. Under the foot of each there was a heavy ring bolted to the floor. Each ring had two chains attached. They were long enough to reach into the toilet. Usually, one of us would sleep with Master and the ones left would each have a bed to themselves. Sometimes all three of us slept in the room. Muriel was in charge of ensuring those in the room had a chain locked to her ankle chain, including herself. The key to those chains was hung on a wall beyond the reach of someone on a chain. In the morning someone would come in and release us.