POLICEWOMAN IN BONDAGE

by Richard Carradine

  Jordan changed canes out of Jane's line of sight. To all appearance the cane looked the same but it was of much lighter construction and would have to have been used considerably harder to even approach the effect of the first. The pain of the first cut across her hanging tit would have made Jane doubt this but though the sound was loud and again she danced and bounced her breasts to alleviate the pain, no welt was raised. Only a thin red line marked her succulent jugs. Three strokes across the upper slope and two on the under curve of her breasts.

  The nipple bells added their contribution to the general moans and squeals, not all from Jane. Had she been in a state to appreciate her audience, she would have seen all the girls clad in flounced skirts playing avidly with their wet eager pussies and poor Rhoda and Suzi in their ultra tight skirts, unable to do more than squirm their hips and push their hands at taut fabric covered crotches.

  It was only the easing of the strain on her elbows that made Jane realise that her punishment was over. Her chains were removed and she was free to rub and comfort her abused flesh.

  Her Master's voice broke in to her misery. "Now, girl, you start afresh. And this being your first day proper we have a little ceremony you must take part in."

  As Jordan spoke two of the girls had set a chair in the centre of the clear space in front of the desk. He sat. "Come here, Jane." His voice had taken on a softer, more throaty quality. She didn't know what to expect but knew it would involve her in some sexual act and was surprised to find her pussy moist and eager to fulfil its role.

  His hands caressed his lap and the front of his trousers opened up baring his rigid blood filled cock. "Come here, Jane, and straddle my lap." Oh how she wanted to refuse, to tell this man that she wasn't just a hot body to played with and used. But it would be a lie for that was what she had agreed to become, the bargain she had made and her own body betrayed her for she could feel her pussy flooding with desire.

  Straddling his thighs she took his rigid member into her hand and offered it to her swollen love lips, held open and eager by its fine labial chains. As she sunk down on to his prick a sigh of satisfaction escaped her and involuntarily her vagina tightened around him. Her hands rested lightly on his shoulders and, as she raised and lowered herself gently and oh so slowly, on his shaft, his lips suckled her teats until she could control herself no longer. Dragging her tender nipples from his mouth she swung her cane-marked breasts violently from side to side, revelling in their mass and the pull of the rings and bells as she made the bells ring out sharp and loud.

  Her Master's control was superb but even he couldn't last forever and, with a grunt, they both came. If Jordan thought he knew what a highly sexed woman was like before, this chemically enhanced woman was a whole new model. Jane went mad as the climax hit her, bouncing and writhing on his deeply buried shaft. Pressing his head between her soft cushions, she threatened to smother him until he was forced bite his way free with a passion that matched hers.

  Their audience of six were clapping enthusiastically as they quietened and Jane felt herself flame red. Never had another woman seen her fucked by a man. As his hands cupped her hindquarters and lifted her from him, she could feel their mingled essences flowing down her thighs.

  "Turn, slave, and offer me your arse."

  Normally Jordan had to allow some time before he could move on to stage two of his personal indoctrination ceremony but Jane had so aroused him as to make a delay unnecessary. Her ass was neat yet roundly womanly, the marks of her beating were livid and sharp and he could feel the heat from her rear radiate against his naked crotch. As she lowered herself he parted her cheeks, admiring the plum coloured adornment to her anus, it seemed to flutter as the head of his cock brushed the tight opening.

  Dread yet eagerness filled her, the pain and discomfort of anal sex both attracted and repelled her. The head of his penis broke through the tight ring of her ass, she wriggled to seat it deeper home and even as she did so a little bomb exploded inside her. God, would her body never let her have rest! Even her sore cheeks added to her arousal and excitement.

  The strong hands of her Master encircled her. Tit flesh overflowed his hands. He would have had to be a giant to contain such bounty in one hand alone. As he leaned back in the chair, pulling Jane back with him, his prick was forced the last half-inch of its length into her ass and she moaned with pained delight.

  Jordan parted his legs between her thighs, making her open hers even wider. The girls watched as thigh chains pulling on the rings piercing her tattooed labia opened her sex wide to reveal the vivid pink of her inner depths. Jane moaned through bitten, bruised lips. Her audience watched, unsure if in pain or pleasure.

  "Come, slaves, pay your dues to your new playmate, share the juices of our delight!"

  Her eyes had closed as she leaned back against her Master but the soft wet tongue made them fly open. Between her wide spread thighs a black head sucked gently at her erect clit and a tongue delved between her opened lips. It was hopeless, there was no stopping the climax roll through her and as it did so her ass gripped and worked on the hard shaft that filled it.

  Teats, clit, labia, each received the homage of her sisters in bondage as they symbolically shared the spendings of Jane and their Master. Orgasm after orgasm took her until at last when her Master could control himself no longer, his hot seed filling her made her swoon clean away.

  Chapter 9. Perfection’s a hard road.

  After she had recovered from her initiation into the harem, at their Master's command, the other girls had removed her confining chains and cuffs leaving only her collar and bells in place. Then he had instructed Fiona to settle her in to her new home.

  Relatively free of bonds now, she felt more naked than when she had first arrived. Although not busy, there were still people coming and going from rooms and offices. The news of the arrival of a new Bond Slave seemed to spread like wildfire ahead of them and the further they walked along the passages of the huge Tower complex, the more people came from the offices to look, stare and comment.

  "God, look at those breasts!"

  "What teats! They’re ginormous!"

  "What a walking wet dream!"

  "What a sweet piece of pussy! I hope my performance gets me a piece of that!"

  The journey along the corridors of marble had seemed endless, if there had been sufficient fabric in her skimpy skirt she would have used it to cover her face but tearing part of it free would have only exposed her pussy or ass to a greater extent than the translucent material did already. Her teat bells rang a musical accompaniment to their progress as they strutted along on their high heels.

  At last they arrived at the apartment allocated to Jane and it was with relief that the door closed behind them. At first Jane was too busy fighting off waves of embarrassment and excitement to take in her new surroundings. She was not at all sure whether to be ashamed or aroused by the reaction of the staff of company.

  The apartment, when at last she had cooled enough to take it in, comprised only two rooms, a bathroom and bed-sitting room, but each was of mammoth proportions. The sheer luxury of the apartment had slowly smothered the feelings of self-loathing caused by her enjoyment of her initiation. Fiona had watched her explore the flat and at last broke the silence.

  "Well, I'll leave you to explore your new home. Someone will be along to collect you about nine thirty tomorrow morning."

  "Aren't you going to help me undress? I'll take forever to get out of this costume on my own." Jane tugged at the silvery collar that fitted snugly around her neck. "And what about this?"

  "Girl, we all have to get in and out of far more stringent costumes than that on your own, so you might as well start learning now." Fiona made for the door, her lushly rounded butt twitching sexily from side to side. "And as for the collar, like mine," her finger tugged at her own, "it's a permanent fixture on us all!”

  Alone for the first time, Jane examined her new home again. She could not resist touching everything and hu
gging herself with pleasure. It was going to be all right after all! If it was in her nature to enjoy such forced degradation there was little after all that she could do to change it. Jane, at least whilst she was on an adrenaline high, felt totally satiated and physically at one with herself. It was to be the next day that she would learn there was still much to come to terms with.

  Removing the bustier and bells had been easy and she had put these away carefully in one of the few empty drawers she found inside the extensive clothes closet. Most of the drawers were crammed with clothes and costumes of all types which she was too tired to examine in detail. The corset was another matter, the struggle to remove that threatened to make her cry with frustration. It took all of twenty minutes to undo the first strap, by which time she was bright red and dripping with sweat. However, once this was done, she was able to undo the others in a few more minutes.

  Her reflection stared back at her, hair plastered to her head and face gleaming with perspiration. She stood on one leg and struggled to peel off her silver shoe, heavy cane marked breasts swaying lustily as she did so. She watched, fascinated with herself as she repeated the process with the other shoe, deliberately shaking her tits harder than necessary to enjoy the sight and sensation of her own body.

  God, she was beat! It may have been a short day but had it been a hectic day since her rebirth as a Slave. Deciding against further investigation of her new home or even the strain of a shower she made for the bed and collapsed into its soft enveloping warmth. In seconds she was asleep.

  The morning sun beat upon her eyes but she refused to wake, she was too snug. It was the voice in her head that jerked her back to reality.

  "Jane, I expect you in my office by nine thirty to commence your duties. Be ready when you’re called for. I do not make a habit of giving out wake up calls so be warned that in future if you’re, late you will pay a penalty." For a second there was silence then the voice spoke again. "Welcome to your new life. May you find pleasure in your slavery and satisfaction in your condition. I welcome such a lovely, warm addition to my harem." The voice went silent and Jane felt herself blush. Pleasure or shame? She was not sure why but she felt her sex heat and moisten.

  She was fully awake now and with no chance or desire to continue sleeping. Nature and the bathroom called, there was a pressure on her bladder and although the girls had wiped and cleaned her whilst she was chained and helpless she could feel a stickiness between her thighs. Luxurious thick white towels hung over heated rails, there were mirrored cabinets full of cosmetics and perfumes, a huge bath and not least a large shower cubicle. All for her use and delight.

  Deciding to shower, she stepped in to the cubicle, closing the door after her. The water was hot and perfectly controlled. Fierce needles of water beat at her tender bruised breasts. The sensation was painful yet invigorating. She turned so that the hot spray massaged the back of her neck, it was almost sexual in sensuality.

  The shower gel covered her in a mass of white foam and her soft hand supported the heavy rounded mass of one breast. Looking down she examined her plum coloured teat, admiring its rich new colour. Lifting the nipple ring until in the palm of her free hand, it came as a surprise to her as to how large her teats had grown. The thick nipple crossed almost three-quarters of her small palm. She giggled. A small palm for Jane but a huge teat for breast kind!

  The soapy ring slid through her fingers and she folded her hand around her thick rubbery nipples. It felt almost penis-like in consistency. Gently she masturbated its soapy length. The sensation was unbelievable! First one then the other nipple was wanked. There was a line of pleasure that ran from each teat, through her navel and to her erect clit. She was coming! Jane clamped her thighs together, she could feel all her sexlip rings. As the climax deepened she took up her nipple rings, stretching and shaking her heavy breasts by their teats.

  It took a cold water shower and douche to make her feel able to step from the cubicle.

  She felt weakened and drained as she sat eating a light breakfast of cereal and fresh fruit from the well stocked refrigerator, but oh so incredibly alive. She had just finished drying and combing her hair when her mentor for the day arrived.

  It was Zoe who came to help her at the start of her first full day as a slave. There was time so they sat over coffee talking.

  "What will happen today?"

  "I expect our Master will give you a task for the day."

  "What sort of task?"

  "It could be anything from spending the day as a host to some big client or cleaning the lavs! It’s whatever he decides he wants done," Zoe looked seriously deep into her half empty coffee cup. "But whatever it is you better make sure it’s done well, promptly and willingly or you won’t like the outcome."

  "You mean he'll whip me again?"

  "That and a bit more." Jane was thoughtful but she remembered the sensations that had flooded her body as she had been caned, her pussy moistened but she felt no fear. "Most times our work falls into three categories, ornamental, functional and sexual. Normally it's a combination of all three. There's few days we don't get our brains screwed out." A big smile lit up her black velvet face. "Not that I'm complaining, it gets quite addictive after a while."

  The coffee cup was set down and Zoe stood up.

  "I dare say you found your work uniforms when you had a look around the apartment last night? Well as a rule of thumb, unless told otherwise, you wear the grey dresses with the flared skirt, that's so your sex and ass are available at all times." The casual coarseness of Zoe's words made Jane wince. "If you know you are going out with the Master on business you would normally wear the tight skirted model." Zoe pulled open the drawer in the dressing table and took out a white silk corset. "You’re to be corseted most of the time your working and they must be laced tight closed at all times. Otherwise you won't be able to zip up your uniforms!"

  Even white teeth flashed in her beautiful black face again as she smiled both reassurance and self-satisfaction at Jane. She put a hand on her own small corseted waist and rocked her shoulders so that her own full breasts moved with a heavy liquidity at odds with the rigidity of her corseted waist. There was little doubt that Zoe enjoyed her own femininity and her sexual slavery.

  "With all the practice that you've had recently I'm sure you’re used to putting your corset on but I'll help you this morning."

  It felt most peculiar to be walking, in fact almost marching, in step with Zoe along the long marble corridors of the upper floors of the Jordan Centre. Her rigidly constricted waist transmitted all the movement that should have been in her back to her hips and breasts making her short multi petticoated skirt swish from side to side across her naked butt and her tits joggle deliciously. The clip clip of stiletto heels jarring on hard floor added a second dimension to her gait, making those same petticoats flap and flip against tender buttocks and adding a shiver to the sway of breast.

  All this made Jane's pulse beat faster, she wasn't sure whether to be sorry or thankful that at this precise moment the corridors were deserted. The slightest movement revealed the lower curve of her bare, cane striped buttocks, as well as the white of thigh between stocking top and thigh. Already her pussy rings felt greased and slippery, the effect of the cold water hadn't lasted long!

  "Now remember, Jane, you must comply with all commands from Mr Jordan or you'll be punished. It may be your bag to be spanked, caned or whipped but whatever you get it will still hurt like billy-o." Jane had heard this all before and the pleasure she had received after her caning the previous day tended to make her blasé about the whole matter. "Remember, enough whipping is erotic, too much is bloody painful!"

  Zoe realised she might have well been talking to herself. Ah well, this new girl would soon learn the truth of the matter. Unconsciously she clenched her own firm cheeks, not that she was averse to a ration of the cane for it did promote a lovely heat.

  Jane was lost in her own thoughts, remembering the sensations of the previous night.
She had, to some degree, even enjoyed the sensation of silk sheets against tenderised flesh as she slithered between them. Nor had the sight of red lines across her breasts disturbed her this morning, for she had felt too deliciously satiated to let it disturb her. She broke in to the words of advice Zoe was trying to give her.

  "Everyone calls him Master or Mr Jordan, what's his full name?"

  The clip clop of heels punctuated the silence as Jane awaited Zoe's reply. "His full name is Richard Jonathan Jordan II but all his friends call him Jacko, I suppose to differentiate between him and his father. " Zoe stopped abruptly, making Jane stop in a clatter of heels and turn back to face her. "But I warn you, the way to ensure you get a good whipping is to call him by his forenames or his nickname."

  Zoe started to walk quickly and now Jane had to scramble after her to catch up. She could feel the pull of her sex rings as she tried to take too long a stride. It was with relief, when she caught up with Zoe, that she was able to shorten her pace.

  Side by side they entered their Master's office with a matching tattoo of heels. "Jacko" Jordan looked up from the papers spread before him and smiled at the pretty pair approaching him.

  "Ah, here's a sight to warm me this morning!" For a few moments he contemplated them both then, dragging his gaze from them, in an instant he was all business. He examined his diary by the side of him. "Zoe, I'd like you to take over from Fiona on reception today." He smiled at her. "Your favourite seat is there for your comfort!" Zoe gave a little smirk. He continued. "Rhoda will take over from you at mid-day." He consulted his diary again. "However, before you get settled, take Jane down to Mr Blackstone on the thirty-fifth floor. He retires today and we want to make this day a day to remember for him." He looked at Jane squarely in the face. "You're to serve him as his secretary for the day. Remember what he wants, he gets, serve him as you would me." He gave nonchalant wave of his hand. "Now away with you both."