"That's the last warning you get, slave," he told her coldly and Cassie bit down hard on the gag between her jaws and forced her body rigidly erect, staring straight ahead as she had been commanded. Cropped by both men, with her thighs and buttocks stinging and smarting fiercely, her eyes opened wide with dismay as the heat of her punishment was matched, then exceeded, by a hot flame of shamefully submissive arousal in her belly.
No-one in her whole life had ever raised a hand to Cassie before and although she had overheard some of the girls in her office talking about how they enjoyed letting their boyfriends put them over their knees for a fun spanking, her own lovers had never suggested it to her and she had not had the nerve to ask in case she didn't like it.
Now though, as the slave of two dominant Masters, she knew she could be cropped as hard and as often as they wished and as Earl reached out to stroke and roll her achingly hard right nipple, Cassie fought a desperate battle to remain still and save herself from further punishment.
She very nearly succeeded and perhaps would have, but for the intervention of Tom.
With her head held stiffly erect and her eyes looking forwards as she had been ordered, she never saw his fingers capture her left breast. She never saw it, but certainly felt it and couldn't hold back a squeal of anguish or the helpless bowing forwards of her body as her passion redoubled. It was cruel and it was unfair, but that cut no ice with her Masters. As far as they were concerned, she had disobeyed a second time and that was all the excuse that men like Tom and Earl would ever need. Both men dismounted, one untying the rope under her horse's belly, the other pulling her from the saddle, carrying her over to a nearby clump of trees and laying her face down in the grass.
"You lack discipline, slave," Earl's voice came from above and behind her and she twisted awkwardly to look up over her shoulder. "Now you will learn what happens to a slave who disobeys a Master's order."
Ten feet above her, a thick branch grew sideways out of the tree's trunk and as he threw a rope over it, then bent to knot one end to her bound wrists, Cassie shivered in horror, guessing what he had in mind. Tom unlooped the rope holding her thighs doubled, but left it still knotted around her ankles, then pulled her to her feet and supported her until her numbed limbs could bear her weight. As he let go of her, Earl tugged on the rope he held and Cassie's wrists were pulled upwards behind her back.
She screamed, but was powerless to resist and as her arms rose, was forced to bend forwards further and further, until her torso was parallel to the ground. In this position, she was helpless and could only whimper and claw at nothing as wooden pegs were hammered into the earth on each side of her and her ankles spread wide and bound.
The crupper rope, stained from the juices of her surrenders, was pulled from her belly and as she squealed muffled pleas for mercy, her Masters taught Cassie that her submission was no pretence and that she was, and always would be, a total slave.
Their crops hissed down across her defenceless buttocks and thighs, and their hands brought her dangling breasts and nipples to throbbing rigidity. Their fingers ravaged her engorged labia, then drove into her gaping sex and as the simply devastating mixture of scorching pain and shattering arousal overwhelmed her, Cassie was sucked down into a whirling, spinning vortex of complete sexual subjugation. Her body shuddered and pulsed in orgasm as she submitted helplessly.
But then, even as the spasms shook her body, she screamed into her gag in terrified disbelief as the crops and fingers of her Masters renewed their irresistible assault. The raging heat of her surrender was built to a still higher level until she hurtled into a second gigantic orgasm, her frantic squeals and the racking contractions of her flooded belly testifying to the immense power and depth of her enforced passion.
"You will now submit as a full slave."
For the third time, leather cracked across her reddened bottom, and skilful, knowing fingers explored her breasts and sex. As her body responded uncontrollably to the demands of her ruthless Masters, Cassie's screams changed to soft moans of unbearable need and she writhed sensually in her bonds, no longer either able, or willing, to be anything but the slave they had made her.
With cruel precision, the braided leather handle of one of her Master's crops was thrust between the engorged, excruciatingly sensitive folds of her labia, sliding over the slippery tissues and into the quivering depths of her sex. For an instant, Cassie froze, then, with a shrill scream of absolute and unconditional submission, exploded into a stupendous climax, her whole body vibrating to the volcanic pulsing of her belly, her juices gushing from her sex to spatter her trembling thighs and her internal muscles clamping around the leather impaling her, as if it was her lover. Moaning with the despairing ecstasy of her subjugation, Cassie gazed with shocked eyes at the crop which had given her more pain and more pleasure than she had ever known and as she looked, she felt a white-hot thrill of pure, submissive excitement as she understood and accepted its power over her. It could punish her, or it could transport her to rapture. Either way, as the lowly slave she knew herself to be, Cassie knew she would be forced to submit.
Tom and Earl rolled themselves cigarettes and watched casually as Cassie's body slowly quieted from its sexual peak until only the gentle trembling of her belly and the slowly drying stains on her thighs told of the inferno of lust that had consumed her. They both understood exactly what the blonde had been forced to endure and knew that she had responded and submitted as a full slave, for no actress could ever have faked the intensity of Cassie's orgasms.
Relaxed in their dominance and power over her, they leaned against the tree to which she was bound and smoked their cigarettes with the total confidence that whenever they wished to have her, a stroke or two of their crops, a fondle of her delicious breasts, or a caress between her legs, would be more than sufficient to re-kindle her furious passions and enslave her to their will. It was as inevitable and as simple as that, for Cassie was not only the helpless captive of her bonds, the crop and their Mastery of her, she was also the prisoner of her own desires and needs.
Just like the four slaves who had preceded her, those desires would be encouraged, growing stronger and her submission deeper, until, as her bondage and subjugation became as natural to her as breathing, she would no longer even wish to be anything but the perfectly obedient, instantly responsive and totally submissive slave she would have already become. Tom and Earl had seen it happen before and were enjoying seeing it begin to happen again, for they knew that there would be many opportunities to sample Cassie's ever-increasing submission as she was taught her slavery back at their employer's ranch.
Not that they intended to wait that long.
Tom finished his cigarette and moved to her head, undoing the buckle of her gag and pulling it from her jaws, then bending to look into her soft blue eyes. Cassie flushed silently, unwilling to risk punishment by speaking without permission and he gave a chuckle of appreciation, "Very good, slave. You have learned to obey, I see. Open your mouth."
She had no choice and knew it, but as his hand went to the zip of his shorts and drew it slowly downwards to free his long, thick shaft, her pink cheeks grew crimson with shame.
It was only too obvious what he wanted and though Cassie had aroused two of her lovers with her fingers and lips before, this time her arms were bound behind her back and he was not her lover, but her Master.
Slave heat burned in her belly as he inched forward and as his hard erection pressed between her stretched lips and into her mouth, gasping in humiliation and immediate arousal at the intensely submissive act she was to be required to perform. Gagged by his flesh and with her cheeks bulging to accommodate him, her nostrils flared as she sucked in air and as he sighed with pleasure and ordered, "Begin, slave." Cassie sucked and licked at his maleness, her own arousal zooming as she began to pleasure him in the most intimate way possible.
She knew that she had no choice and that his crop would punish her if she tried to resist, but also knew that e
ven that threat did not account for her immediate obedience or the deliciously submissive arousal that surged through her belly as she worked to satisfy him.
That came from within, from acceptance of her enforced subjugation and as his shaft responded to her efforts and grew even larger in her mouth, Cassie shivered with feverish excitement in the knowledge that she was serving as a true slave, and that it was no longer against her will.
Totally engrossed in pleasuring one Master, Tom, she was taken completely unawares as her hips were seized and her sex filled by the massive, iron-hard length of her other Master. A frantic, muffled squeal burst from her mouth as Earl bludgeoned into her, but she was helpless and as he lunged with brutal power, her body was thrust forwards until her face was pressed tight against the joint of Tom's muscular thighs, his wiry pubic hair at her lips and her mouth filled to capacity with his bulging shaft.
Unable to move forwards or back, at the mercy of not one, but two Masters, Cassie could not even scream her willing surrender to the unquenchable slave heat that stormed through her shuddering frame. As both men ravaged her with arrogant, unbearably thrilling authority, she climaxed over and over again, pulsing to huge, overwhelming spasms. Her orgasm tore with blistering fury through her quaking belly as she submitted without reservation to a subjugation she could no longer pretend, even to herself, to hate and fear. Cassie responded as a true slave, her internal muscles contracting to draw Earl deeper into her seething belly and her lips and tongue sucking desperately at Tom's flesh as an immense, cataclysmic orgasm built higher and higher until her eyes bulged with disbelieving horror at the undreamed-of scale and extent of her own passionate desire to submit.
At a stratospheric peak of submissive lust and incredible need, she hurtled into an inferno of sexual surrender as Tom's fingers captured her swollen breasts, fondling and squeezing her nipples and triggering her climax. Cassie exploded like a volcano, her juices showering down over the throbbing invader in her belly and her nipples vibrating madly as the most stupendous climax of her captivity crashed over and through her body. It shook her with stunning power, driving her into a maddened frenzy of straining, gasping convulsions, filling her body with scorching, searing heat and enmeshing her in a tangled web of total sexual slavery and irreversible, awesomely submissive ecstasy. An ecstasy that the hapless, monstrously spasming blonde could never hope to escape from, let alone return to the freedom she had known a scant few hours before.
Forced to exhibit the limitless extent of her abject subjugation to her ruthless Masters, Cassie's orgasm redoubled in power, her entire body a white-hot pillar of flame as the twin jets of their spend hosed into her belly and mouth. Her sex dripped with the juices of her crazed responses to one, her throat working desperately as she gulped down the hot, salty seed of the other, some escaping the circle of her lips to trickle over her chin and neck. Delighting in the havoc they had created in her body, her Masters savoured the pleasure she had given them, their eyes glittering to the helpless convulsing of her belly as her orgasms continued for long minutes after their own, recognising in her shudders and spasms, the intense and unmistakable desires of a truly passionate slave. They had made no mistake in capturing and binding her, for she was a genuine submissive and would, they knew, make a superb slave. Their bonus from Mr Travis was assured... and Cassie's fate was sealed.
Chapter 3
In the early afternoon of her third day as a captive, Cassie rode up to the ranch where she was to be trained as a bondage and sex slave, her eyes filled with apprehension as she saw the place where her new life was to begin. Set on a low, grassy mound dotted with dense clumps of trees, at the side of a lush, green valley surrounded by distant mountains and with a small river winding nearby, the setting for the sprawling single-storey house with its veranda and cluster of outbuildings, was idyllic, remote and totally peaceful.
For Cassie, though, the remoteness and peace was more worrying than pleasing, for it suggested few visitors and little chance of rescue or escape. Not that escape was even a distant possibility, because she was bound and gagged astride her horse, exactly as she had been before her incredible marathon of bondage and submission of the previous day. Even the terrible crupper rope was in place, embedded shamefully deep in her sex and it was no less effective than before, the saddle under her bottom glistening with her juices and Cassie was embarrassingly aware of the heat of arousal in her belly.
That it was slave heat and quite unavoidable, was of little comfort to her, for although she knew that she was a slave, she was still new to her situation and had not yet learned to be proud of the submission she could not help but give to her Masters.
Tom and Earl dismounted in front of the house, but before they had time to lift Cassie down, the door opened. To her instant shame and humiliation, a young woman, short, red-haired, with an excellent full-breasted figure and slender well-shaped legs displayed by a tight white blouse and extremely skimpy shorts, ran down the steps and over to them.
"Hi, Tom. Howdy, sexy," she called and to Cassie's astonishment, reached up and threw her arms around Earl's neck, rubbing her breasts against his chest and pressing her thighs to his.
"Cool it, Lila," Earl protested, clearly uncomfortable, "your husband might be around."
Lila pouted, "Oh, him," she sneered, "I don't know where he is and I don't care. Give me a kiss, you gorgeous hunk," and her body ground against Earl in blatant invitation.
Earl reached up and unwound her arms from his neck, holding her slim wrists away from his body, "Take it easy, Lila. Whatever it is between you and Rod, leave me out of it. I don't want any trouble."
"Huh," the girl snorted scornfully, "I'm the one who's got trouble and you know what it is. Rod's a wimp and you know it. I wanted a real man, the sort who would make me squeal in bed rather than yawn, but I ended up with him." She paused and gave a predatory smile up at Earl, "I bet you could make a girl squeal, couldn't you, Earl?"
Earl looked down at her and shook his head briefly, "Forget it, Lila. I've got a good job here and if your husband or his uncle hears you talk like that, I'll lose it. I'm real sorry if you and Rod have got problems, but I can't help you."
Lila frowned angrily and tore her wrists from his grip, "So much for a real man, then," she said spitefully, then her glittering eyes focused on Cassie. "And who is that bitch?" she asked harshly, subjecting Cassie's naked and tightly bound body to a long, humiliating scrutiny.
Cassie flushed and dropped her eyes from the redhead's cold gaze, feeling her cheeks burning with shame as Tom replied, "She's a new slave. We picked her up about thirty miles South of here. She was on a small boat and all by herself, so we brought her in."
Lila walked up to Cassie's side and before the embarrassed blonde knew what was happening, Lila shot out a hand to feel the wetness between her gaping thighs.
Cassie gasped in shock and helpless arousal as the girl touched her, but Lila simply laughed cruelly and turned back to Earl, "How long have you two had the randy bitch?"
"Two days," he replied, "this is the third."
"Only two days?" Lila seemed surprised, "she must have been begging for it."
Earl shrugged, but said nothing and Lila chuckled. "Did she, then? Beg for it, I mean? I bet you made her squeal, all right. I bet you both did."
Tom smiled, "She's a slave, Lila. What do you think?" and Cassie whimpered in shame and despair as she heard herself discussed so casually.
"We really ought to take her in to see Mr Travis," Tom went on and Lila nodded.
"Yes. I'm quite sure he'll want to meet his latest little sex slut," she snapped. "I suppose I'd better go and tell the old fool that you're back and that you've got a present for him." She walked over to the steps leading up to the house and as she reached the top, a tall, powerfully built man came out and walked across the shady veranda to her. "I heard you talking to the men, Lila," he said sharply, "and I don't want you discussing our difficulties in public." Lila smiled mockingly at him, then in a cold,
clear voice, answered, "Get stuffed, Rod," and walked straight past him into the house. The man's face twisted in fury, but after a few moments, he too turned and went inside.
Earl and Tom looked at each other, then shrugged and began to untie Cassie's legs and the crupper rope and as soon as she could walk, marched her up the steps. She swallowed nervously as she was taken to see Mr Travis, but was acutely conscious of a growing heat in her belly as she walked through the large, expensively furnished rooms. Tom knocked on a pair of solid double doors and she heard a deep male voice call, "Come in." Her nipples began to stiffen as she was pushed onwards to confront the man who was the direct cause of her submission to bondage and slavery. Standing in front of a huge, unlit fireplace, flanked by his nephew and Lila, Travis watched her stumble in and come to a halt in the middle of the large, sunlit room, his lips curved in a cold smile.
For her part, Cassie saw a lean, handsome man of about fifty years of age, grey haired, with a beaky nose, strong jaw and hard, almost black eyes staring straight at her.
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