POLICEWOMAN IN BONDAGE

by Richard Carradine

  "No way!" The two words were squeezed between clenched teeth.

  The twist on Jane's left nipple ring got the gag half in. The twist on her right got it firmly behind her teeth.

  Jane stood, nipples throbbing, outraged at what Rhoda had done to her. Her breath snorted angrily from her nostrils in short panting bursts. Already her jaws had started to ache, the gag forcing her mouth wide. It was soft so that it didn't hurt her mouth or teeth but it was also curiously heavy, the reason for which Jane found out almost immediately. Rhoda had connected the gag’s chain to her nose ring and she quickly realised that were she to force the gag from her mouth, as she could, it would leave it dangling from her tender septum. Her eyes watered at the very thought.

  Jane moved slightly as Suzi, with breathless grunts, brushed out her long hair and plaited it for her. The stranger in the mirror stared back at her, rounded white bosoms and large teats shook deliciously as Suzi's continued her enthusiastic efforts. A low silvery tinkle of sound came from her belled teats and Jane's mood shifted again to one of delight as she looked at this beauty in the mirror. She looked like some pagan princess captured in some barbaric battle and sold to slavery.

  There was a knock at the door.

  "Are you ready yet?" The voice was deep and very masculine.

  "Jus’ finished, you come in now."

  The door opened and the chauffeur that had delivered Rhoda on her first visit to Jane stood in the frame.

  "What a lush piece of cunt!" The casual obscenity caused Jane to blush to the roots of her hair.

  Large, blond and extremely good-looking, he dwarfed the room as he stepped in to it, kicking the door shut behind him. He pushed back his cap on his close cropped blond head and opened his arms wide. Rhoda and Suzi stepped compliantly into his embrace, arms like the branches of an oak tree encircled them. Then all three stood contemplating Jane.

  Jane felt her own juices start as his hands fondled their breasts and they began to squirm with pleasure, she clenched her thighs together feeling the heat rise inside of her.

  "I hope I can do something to deserve a go at this little piece." Suzi's small fist thumped in to his chest.

  "You no satisfied with Rhoda an’ me?"

  "Of course me little darlin’ but I've got a big appetite, have'n I?"

  Rhoda gave a little giggle. "Yeah, but like the rest of you its not as big as you think!"

  They had covered Jane with a yashmak and obeah so that outwardly she looked like any other "Guinness Bottle", as the respectable robed women of society were called by the less formal classes. She stood stock still in the lift surrounded by her similarly robed companions and the big chauffeur called Mike. The lift stopped abruptly and she felt a thrill as momentarily her boobs carried on wobbling until they caught up with the rest of her body.

  The mirror had shown her a lovely exotic stranger and it would take a long time for her to acclimatise to the fact that the stranger was her. Equally strange was the feeling that she was a passenger in a body not her own. Not that she felt semi conscious or disembodied, no she had never felt more alive. Even the stricture of corset, bonds and gag seemed to be part of a new world that was brighter coloured and richer in sensation than the old.

  She looked through the veil of the yashmak at the seemingly familiar world she knew so well but was no longer part of. The short walk across the lobby was hardly sufficient time to come to terms with her chains and hobbles, thankfully Mike nor the girls made any attempt to make her walk faster. Not that the girls could have gone much faster, the tightness of their own skirts precluded this.

  The day was bright and sunny though cool and Jane could feel cool air caress the bare flesh of her body as it blew around and under her light robes. She found herself squinting in to the bright sun, it was so bright that the veil hardly dimmed the light at all.

  Mike walked before them and opened the door of the large luxurious dyno car. First Rhoda climbed inside, then with an encouraging gesture from Mike, Jane ducked her head and got in, followed closely by Suzi. The door was shut with a firm clunk and Jane was sat snugly between the two girls.

  The leather seats exuded a smell of opulence and luxury and Jane's pulse raced as though she had inhaled a heady perfume. She sat, attempting to come to terms with her body and her surroundings, hardly aware of Mike climbing in to the driver’s seat and boosting the gyro.

  A driver! That alone screamed money for who but the madly wealthy would employ a chauffeur when cheap guidance systems were readily available. Driving was hardly dirty, difficult or dangerous enough to warrant the use of a human being.

  Two hands playing with her tit bells broke into her reverie. Suzi and Rhoda had parted the robe and her breasts jutted through the gap, large round and stark against the black silk.

  "We didn't really get much time to enjoy her big teats, Suzi."

  "Nooo.." The voice was indistinct for Suzi's hand had stopped playing with the bell and began to squeeze and fondle Jane's soft white breast meat where it spilled over and around the bustier. Even as Jane began to moan with reluctant pleasure, Suzi fed a large purple teat plum into her mouth, gripping it between her small white teeth. Letting go of the breast with her hand she began trying to pull and suckle more of Jane's breast through the filigree fingers of the bustier. Suzi began to shake the teat, making the breast wobble and the bell ring, worrying it as a dog might worry and pull at a stick.

  "That looks like fun, I think I'll give it a go."

  Jane's moans became a shrill keen of pained pleasure, providing a background noise against which the silvery tones of the bells chimed. Helpless, she could only sit as Rhoda joined in the action with equal vigour. In vain she tried to pull her teats free of those teasing teeth but it was useless, her chains made vigorous action impossible. All she could do was squirm as her sex moistened with unwilling excitement.

  Mike looked into his rear view mirror but all he could see was two black covered heads blocking his view of the new girl. However the sound that came from her made his cock hard and rigid. Oh for the opportunity, he thought, of time with this one!

  It was quite a long walk to the Jordan Tower from where Mike parked the dyno car as it was in the centre of a landscaped pedestrian area from which motorised vehicles were banned. Jane, from her days on the beat, knew that there was a service road which Mike could have used but this was obviously against his orders. The block pavement made it necessary for her to place her feet carefully, the chamfered edges would allow her heels to slip and twist and to fall chained as she was would be bad news.

  She could feel the perspiration start to cover her skin and her breasts rise and fall rapidly at the strain of her efforts to walk even approximately normally. The feeling of being a stranger in her own body returned stronger than ever. Her big tits moved with a life of their own, swaying and joggling in their silver bustier as she tried to come to terms with the stricture of her bondage and the uneven surface. It wasn't just the fact that they wobbled, everything was determined by their size and weight: the way she held herself, the way she moved, even the fact that now they blocked the sight of her own feet when she looked down.

  If that wasn't enough, the corset heightened her awareness of her body by its rigid grip, her lower belly swelled from under its grasp in a ripe solid curve, high-flying the sensations the rings imposed on her engorged labia.

  Her heel caught on a badly set block and it was only the girls on either side of her that stopped her falling but there again the strangeness, her body had a life of its own different from what she remembered.

  All this self-consciousness plus the constant tinkle from her nipple bells made her positive that passing pedestrians could here loud and clearly and know what she had become. They would know immediately that she was a "bondswoman".

  Chapter 8. Initiation.

  Even the lobby of Jordan Tower was luxurious, the marble floor was smooth and gleaming. The hundreds of pedestrians and visitors hardly began to fill the vast space. Mik
e led the three girls to a small lift with no controls except for a security panel which he pressed his hand against. A door slid open and they all walked into the lift capable of taking approximately eight people. The walls of the lift were covered with mirrors set in expensive looking surrounds of exquisite design.

  Smoothly and with scarce a sensation of movement, the lift gathered speed. The doors had hardly shut before Rhoda and Suzi shed their robes and, handing them to Mike, began to remove Jane's. Standing there in the centre of the lift, she could only stare at the gagged alien being in the mirror that was herself.

  The lift came to a halt so smoothly as to make the change in motion almost indiscernible. There was little that Jane could do save move out with the others. Her face flamed; this was to all intent public domain and all could see her status and her condition.

  A young executive walked past them and gave a low whistle of appreciation.

  "New girl, Suzi?"

  "Yes, just joined us." Suzi had reverted to the upper class accent that she used when she wasn't stressed.

  The corridor was long and wide, people both men and women passed them by. All stared avidly at the nubile young woman so stringently corseted and chained. The nipple bell, unmuffled by robes, tinkled energetically as she walked with short hobbled steps along marble passage.

  There was a warmth that began to fill her as she realised she was enjoying the walk. Jane couldn't stop herself from rolling her hips in such a way as to make the sexlip chains pull gently on her labia. She was lost in this state of self-gratification when they reached some solid teak doors with brass fitments that showed the evidence of much manual polishing.

  Through the doors and in to a large luxurious anti room empty of anyone save a pretty auburn haired girl dressed in a grey dress that looked similar to the ones worn by Rhoda and Suzi.

  "Fiona, this is Jane."

  Fiona smiled warmly at Jane and then spoke in to a small intercom on the desk in front of her. "Master, the new girl is here."

  "Put up the ‘Do Not Disturb’ sign and bring them all in, Fi." The girl swung her stool free of the desk and, as Jane watched, slowly rose from the twin dildoes that were fitted on the chair that she had been seated upon. The liquid evidence of excitement gleamed on them as, with an almost audible slurp, she stood free. With no evidence of embarrassment she walked, hips swinging, over to the door they had just come through and pushed a button that obviously lit the 'Do Not Disturb' sign referred to.

  Fiona's outfit was similar to Rhoda and Suzi's but where their dresses had the tightest of skirts, her grey outfit had the shortest of flounced skirts. The style was reminiscent of those worn by caricature French maids in a farce. Bare ass and stocking tops clearly in view, her hips swivelled as though in personal celebration of her state and excitement as she walked back from the entrance to the suit and opened the inner doors for them to enter.

  Mr Jordan sat at a large impressive rose wood desk, a look of expectation and pleasure on his face. "Well, I see Mr Bright has excelled himself." He looked Jane squarely in the face. "Though I must compliment you, Jane, he did have basically very good material to work with."

  Jane had found the going hard as soon as she had entered her Master's suit. The combination of hobbled ankles and high shoes caused her to catch her heels in the deep pile of the carpet and she had to concentrate to ensure she didn't trip and fall. Her Master stared, fascinated at the way in which her "designer" boobs moved as she struggled to regain her breath and composure. She could feel the trickle of saliva escaping the gag and running down her chin.

  He looked around at the other members of his personal harem. "Well, girls what do you think of your new colleague?"

  At last, standing still before his desk, Jane had her first opportunity to take in the other people in the room. The question he had posed was a rhetorical one and there was no sound from her fellow slaves as they stood looking at her.

  Zoe, the black girl, she knew from her first interview with her Master. Master! It had rapidly become normal to think and refer to him with this title. There was Suzi and Rhoda who had brought her here today. Fiona from the reception and two other girls, one a white blond Valkyrie and the other a slim elfin looking waif with dead white skin and the blackest of hair. All formed a large semi circle around her, facing the desk.

  "How about you, Jane, are you satisfied with your new form?" He looked at Jane in mock surprise. "Silly me, of course you can't reply, can you?" She watched as he came from behind the desk and walked towards her. "I think you can spit out the gag now." His hand was held out to catch it as with stiff tongue and numb jaw she tried to rid herself of the heavy gag.

  It was a slow job but at last it slipped from her mouth but instead of his hand being there to catch it as it popped from between her lips, the full weight of the gag was left to dangle from her tender septum. The pull could only be stood for a fraction of a second and with a squeal of surprise and pain she let herself collapse and followed the gag down to the floor, knees and gag hitting the floor with a near simultaneous thump.

  Jordan looked down at his new acquisition and felt his prick jerk in pleasurable anticipation of his mastery. She was trussed and chained and made deliciously helpless for him. He could admire the tattooing along the edges of the fat vaginal lips linking with the pool of colour around her anus, the erotic glint from her complement of chains and pussy rings, the manner in which her heavy full gourds threatened to spill from the bustier. There was little doubt that breasts the size of those would squash the teat fruit into the carpet in a delightful manner if freed of the bustier. Even so her nipples pushed deep into the pile, tormenting the sensitive flesh.

  Through watering eyes, Jane could do little other than blink at the heavy gag that lay on the floor close to her eyes, tethering her to the spot. "Now girl, some questions." Jordan's voice was hard and merciless. "Do you still wish to be my Bondswoman?"

  There was little that Jane could say or do other than give affirmation, she was too far along to go back now.

  "Yes, Master." Her voice had a tremor in it that Jordan noted and enjoyed.

  "Do you accept my right to do with you as I will and to punish you as I deem fit?"

  "Yes - yes Master!" Where the hell was this leading?

  "Who gave you permission to allow others the use of your body?" A feeling of dread filled Jane. He knew, he knew. Perhaps she could bluff it out.

  “No one has used my body, Master."

  "Don't lie, girl! You have just increased your punishment. Lying is never permitted by my slaves. The young man called Villiers and the removal man called Johnson. Do you deny it?"

  It was with a feeling of surprise that she heard herself say. "No Master, I don't deny it." So that was the removal man’s name, Johnson. He had been an excellent lover with control and staying power, not like John Villiers who, for all his youth and beauty, had finished too quickly for her.

  "Do you still accept my right to punish you?" Anger rose within her. What option did she have? If she refused she would have a financial millstone around her neck and no job to pay for it. At best she would be forced into legal prostitution, at worst she would become a raddled and used "privateer".

  "I'll accept my punishment." There was a lump in her throat that felt like half a house brick and she had difficulty swallowing.

  "Vivian and Rhoda, prepare her."

  She watched as female hands released her nose ring from the tethering weight of the gag. Two sets of hands gripped her upper arms and lifted her to her feet. The two girls, the one referred to as Vivian was the large Nordic type, knew precisely what was expected of them. The chain that joined elbow and ankle hobbles was released from the ankles and connected to a hook let down from the ceiling. At the same time the bustier was removed from the corset and her breasts freed and unfettered.

  Most of the tears had been blinked away now and Jane could see her Master push a button on a small remote. There was a low tinkling whirring noise as the chain that
led from the centre of her elbow hobble was wound up and she could feel it begin to pull on her linked elbows. At first her elbows were pulled back and up until they touched then, as the chain continued to shorten, she was forced to bend forward from the hips. Her full dugs hung from her chest like some huge exotic fruit, the simile made even more apt by the vibrant colouring of her big teats.

  The strain was immense. Jane began to whimper as Suzi pulled the remnants of translucent material that passed for a skirt out of the way and tucked them around the chain that linked her wrists. Jane felt that all she wanted was for the punishment to start, in the belief that the sooner begun the sooner she could stand upright again, nothing could be worse than this.

  "It's always difficult to decide how to judge the first punishment. We don't want to be unjust." God, why doesn't he just get on with it? thought Jane. "But on the other hand we don't want you to think you can disobey me lightly."

  Jane had commenced shifting from one foot to the other to attempt to relieve the tension on her elbows, her breasts swaying heavily. "So I have decided that five stokes should be sufficient." She could manage five strokes of the cane or crop without too much difficulty, then she would be released! "Yes, five per breast and cheek should be sufficient."

  "Nooo!" The appeal was wrenched from her lips even as the first stroke came down hard across the left cheek of her ass. Each stroke was carefully considered and applied. None broke the skin and no more than a light ridge was raised on her soft white bottom but how it hurt!

  The girls watched the new recruit receive her initiation, fascinated by the way in which her breasts moved and her adorned labia winked and fluttered, as she jiggled and fought her ankle hobbles. Only when she had ceased to dance from the effect of each stroke was the next applied. There was a sheen of perspiration across Jane's exposed flesh that highlighted the lines of punishment and six bottom cheeks clenched in sympathy at the pain they knew she was enduring, yet not one was unaroused by the sound and sight of this big-titted girl being beaten.