Slaves of the Circle T

by Charles Graham

  "At least you're not as stupid as you look," Lila sneered and reached out with her slim fingers to fondle Cassie's breasts.

  Eyes bulging with shock and devastating arousal, the blonde fought to keep still as her nipples engorged like pebbles and as her redheaded Mistress toyed with her, Cassie whimpered to the twin fires of her whipped bottom and the slave heat that raged through her belly. By the time Lila eventually took her hands away and picked up the leash, Cassie was shuddering with such frenzied lust that she could not control her submissive passions.

  With a muffled groan of shame and unbearable need, she threw herself to her knees at the feet of her Mistress and rubbed her gagged cheeks and throbbing breasts against the redhead's legs in a gesture of intense and total submission.

  Lila stared down at the grovelling slave at her feet in total astonishment and as Cassie lifted her eyes and Lila saw the helpless longing and desperate need in the blonde's wide eyes, her anger faded away. It was replaced by a thrilling sense of power as Lila realised just how easily she could control the girl and force her to do anything that she wanted.

  For the first time, she really understood why men like her uncle and her husband were prepared to take the risk of capturing and enslaving young women. As a warm glow of excitement filled her body, Lila knew that she would never be satisfied until she had made the tall blonde beg to submit to her and serve her as fully and helplessly as she would be forced to serve the men. It was an incredibly erotic idea, for Lila had never made love to another woman in her life, but as she pictured herself as the dominant Mistress and Cassie as the helpless, obedient slave struggling to please and satisfy her, the redhead shivered with anticipation and began to make her plans. Plans, which did not include her husband or any other man, because Lila intended to make Cassie's surrender to her a strictly private affair, a one-to-one, woman to woman encounter.

  Not, of course, that they would be anything like equals, for Cassie would be securely tied and Lila would have her crop. But that was as it should be, because the blonde was only a slave and would learn, painfully if necessary, that Lila was, and always would be, her Mistress.

  Delighted by her discovery of a streak of ruthlessness and dominance that she had not known she possessed and intoxicated by her plans for the slave at her feet, Lila tightened the leash, forcing Cassie to her feet.

  "What a hot little slut you are," she said cruelly, ignoring the mute entreaty in Cassie's eyes. "No wonder Tom and Earl enslaved you. I would have done it myself if I had found you first."

  The blonde gasped, unaware that she was being tricked into believing that Lila was an experienced Mistress, and felt her belly churn with slave heat as the redhead went on, "I don't have time to make you submit to me properly at the moment, slave. That will have to wait until later and then you can show me how well a slave like you can serve a Mistress like me. And you had better be perfect, because I am not an easy Mistress to please."

  Cassie stared down at the shorter woman, then nodded her head in submission, her eyes anxious.

  "Very well, then. Don't disappoint me, slave," Lila said firmly, then without another word, led her worried captive back to the house and inside.

  Mr Travis was alone, sitting in a comfortable leather armchair next to the window, but as he saw Lila enter the room leading Cassie by the leash to her collar, he jumped to his feet demanding to know what was going on and where Tom and Earl were.

  "Relax, uncle," Lila told him casually, "I ordered them to give her to me to bring in."

  She smiled at his obvious shock; he had always given the orders before. But the redhead was unworried and she told him she thought it was about time that she got some respect around the place. She was sick of just being his nephew's wife and treated as if she was some sort of brainless bimbo. So yes, she had ordered them and they did what she told them.

  Travis shook his head slowly, "It seems that I may have underestimated you, Lila. All right, so then what did you do?"

  "I took this slave into the trees and I cropped her," Lila tugged the leash, "Show him, slave."

  Trembling in humiliation, Cassie stumbled forwards and turned around to display the slowly fading whip marks on her belly and thighs and buttocks and as she did so, Travis reached out and ran his hand over the stripes on her flesh. At the touch of his fingers, a massive jolt of arousal shook her body and as his cold, dark eyes rose to meet hers, Cassie whimpered in helpless need.

  "You did this to her? May I ask why?"

  "Because I wanted to and because I wanted to show her who is the Mistress around here. She knows now that it isn't only Masters she has to obey."

  "I see. And does she obey you?"

  "She'd better." Lila fingered her crop, "On your knees, slut."

  Without a moment's hesitation, Cassie went to her knees and presented her body, her face scarlet with the shame of her instant obedience, but too frightened of another whipping to even think of refusing. Travis nodded and smiled thinly at his niece. He was impressed; Lila seemed to have taught her very well. But he was also puzzled. What had brought about this sudden liking for dominance and whipping?

  Lila smiled back at him, equally thinly. She thought he already knew the answer to that. Why should it only be men who had all the fun? They got to order slaves around and whip them and take them, so why shouldn't she? He knew what it was like between his nephew and her. They didn't have a marriage, they just happened to live in the same house. He didn't want her and anyway how could she compete with a slave? A slave was kept naked and chained up, she was always randy and available for any sort of kinky sex he wanted and she was gagged as well, so she couldn't even argue. Lila was just his wife, so why would he bother with her when he could have the slave?

  She gave a bitter chuckle and gazed down at Cassie, it was ironic, really. Lila had come there because she wanted to and was in love with her husband, while Cassie was there because she had been kidnapped and brought there as a slave. Now she was the one he was going to take to his bed instead of her. Life just wasn't fair.

  Travis coughed in embarrassment. "I'm sorry to hear that things are that bad," he said quietly, "I didn't fully realise. Perhaps if I talked to Rod, maybe you could patch things up."

  Lila straightened her shoulders and looked him squarely in the eye, "Don't bother," she replied flatly, "Rod made his choice and now he can damn well live with it. Without me. If he wants this slave, then he can have his fun, with my blessing. But he won't be the only one. I'm going to have my fun, too, so you can tell him to stick that in his pipe and smoke it."

  With a defiant glare at Travis, Lila bent quickly to Cassie, her lips encircling the blonde's erect left nipple while her fingers caressed the right one. Cassie gasped in immediate arousal and thrust her breasts forwards towards her Mistress and as Travis watched in silence, the redhead imposed her dominance on her more-than-willing victim. Aflame with submissive passion, Cassie moaned as Lila stood up and smiled down at her.

  "Mmm, delicious," Lila ran her tongue over her lips, "I look forward to sampling more of you soon, slave. Very soon," and Cassie nodded helplessly, her nipples quivering. The redhead chuckled with pleasure, then turned to her uncle, "You can tell your precious nephew about that, too. Perhaps it'll turn him on," she sneered, then turned and strode away.

  Travis watched her go, then, almost as if he had forgotten about Cassie, murmured, "Oh, I shall, my dear. And when I have, we shall have to have a good long think about what to do with you to put things right."

  Chapter 4

  Kneeling before her Master, her nipples hard from Lila's fingers and lips, Cassie waited for him to pay some attention to her, not sure whether she wanted him to or not. He seemed to be miles away, concentrating hard and she didn't want to risk disturbing him in case he punished her, so she kept perfectly still, wondering how long she might have to wait until he noticed her.

  Finally, she assumed he must have come to some sort of decision, because his lips curved in a smile and he muttered,
"Of course. It's the perfect solution. I should have thought of it straight away."

  Cassie had no idea what he was talking about and as his dark eyes settled on her, lowered her head in submission, hoping he would find her gesture pleasing.

  "Head up, girl," he said firmly and as she obeyed, added, "you ought to know by now how to display your body to a Master. Kneel up straight, shoulders back and spread your knees wider. Yes, that's more like it."

  Cassie gulped as he gazed down at her, acutely conscious of her outthrust breasts, the damp warmth between her gaping thighs and the slave heat swirling in her belly as she knelt as a slave before the powerful Master she knew she must serve in any way he commanded.

  "It seems that my niece finds you attractive, slave," his eyes held hers like a magnet, "as I do. Your slave collar and the cuffs on your limbs suit you well," he chuckled softly, "which is fortunate, because you will wear them for as long as I choose to keep you."

  His words and the calm authority in his voice sent a shiver through Cassie and her breasts quivered as she faced her future of bondage and slavery. "You will be the fifth slave to serve here," he continued evenly, "and like your predecessors you no doubt find it hard to believe that you can be held prisoner here and made to serve as a slave. But you will soon learn."

  He bent to scoop up the leash to Cassie's collar and as he turned away, she scrambled to her feet and followed his broad back out through the door, her mind racing as she tried to imagine just what he was going to do to her. At the rear of the house, he reached into his pocket for a key and opened a heavy wooden door, then pulled her inside and re-locked it behind her.

  "My study," he announced, "no one comes here unless I invite them."

  Cassie looked around at the large, windowless room, taking in the massive leather topped desk, executive style swivel chair, computer and printer and open drinks cabinet to her left. Then her eyes widened as she saw a long, low, leather padded bench to her right, its four sturdy wooden legs and solid frame festooned with broad buckled straps of heavy black leather.

  Her Master gave a soft laugh. That was the relaxation area, he told her, his relaxation area, though not of course, hers. He supposed it could be described it as her work-station, he added and laughed a second time. Cassie stared at the bench and her belly gave a fierce kick as she visualised herself bound helplessly to its top, her body spread-eagled and unable to resist. He tugged at the leash and as she stumbled over to the bench, he ordered, "Belly down, slave. Feet flat on the floor and spread your legs."

  For an instant, she raised her face to stare imploringly at him, but as he frowned, she gulped and quickly pressed her breasts and belly down onto the bench, shivering to the cool touch of leather against her naked flesh.

  Broad straps encircled her ankles and knees, buckled tightly, others at the tops of each thigh held her open and one across the small of her back, beneath her bound wrists, clamped her lower body immovably in place. She twisted her head to look upwards as chain rattled and her eyes bulged with horrified anguish as she saw a chain with two attached steel clips lowering from a pulley in the ceiling above her.

  She tried to struggle, but it was much too late and as her Master fastened one clip to her wrists and the other to the ring at the rear of her collar, she could only gasp in fear and tense vainly in her bonds. The chain rattled again, rising, and as it rose, her arms and neck were drawn upwards, her spine hollowing into a deep curve, until her upper body was arched clear of the bench and her fingers clawed uselessly, held well away from her buttocks. It was an incredibly uncomfortable position and she couldn't move a muscle, but even as Cassie whimpered, her slave heat burned like a torch in her belly, for she realised only too clearly that her breasts were thrust lewdly forwards, her sex and anus were hopelessly spread and her bottom utterly defenceless.

  Her Master walked slowly around her, enjoying the spectacle of her pinioned and cruelly stressed nudity and the horror in her wide blue eyes, then went to a tall cupboard and opened it, making sure that she could see its contents. Cassie screamed into her gag as she saw the rack of whips and canes, but could do nothing to save herself as he selected a long, thin wooden switch and sent it whistling through the air in front of her appalled gaze.

  He did not approve of people who trespassed on his property, he said coldly, he valued privacy very highly. Those who entered his land without his express permission must take the consequences. Some, he prosecuted to the full extent of the law; others, like her paid a different form of penalty. One that gave him a great deal more pleasure and satisfaction.

  Cassie trembled wildly, her eyes fixed on the switch in his hands and squealed into her gag, trying desperately to explain that her presence on his land was an accident, that she had not known the beach was private and that she had not meant to trespass, but the gag wedged in her mouth made a mockery of her frantic efforts and reduced her words to incomprehensible gibberish.

  Travis chuckled and as she saw the cruel gleam in his dark eyes, Cassie knew that nothing she could say or do was going to make any difference. She was gagged and chained, collared as a slave and he was going to whip her, both because he wanted to... and because he could. He was her Master and as Cassie understood that simple fact, she ceased her futile struggling and took a deep breath, forcing herself to accept what she could not change.

  He nodded, "Excellent, slave. I see you understand. You are a slave and all that is required is your complete and instant submission." He strode back to the cupboard, returning with a padded leather blindfold and as he buckled it over her eyes, Cassie's world went black. To her astonishment and humiliation, the moment she was blindfolded, her arousal intensified hugely, a trickle of warm love juices moistening her sex and her nipples quivering wildly as she lost yet another freedom and could no longer see what was to happen to her.

  "That submission, you will now give." The voice of her Master sent a blistering jolt of arousal through Cassie's helplessly presented body and as his fingers captured her turgid nipples, rolling and fondling the engorged and exquisitely aching buds, she shuddered in an immediate orgasm, her belly kicking wildly.

  Shocked by her own reaction to her bondage, and especially her blindfold, Cassie could not even move as her climax overwhelmed her as she came, knowing that she had submitted as a slave, on the orders of her Master. With an abbreviated whistle, the switch hissed down to sear across both cheeks of Cassie's unprotected bottom, but even as the scorching stripe of blazing heat burned across her naked flesh, her sex ground against the leather of the bench as she spasmed frantically to a second massive orgasm.

  Bound, aroused and punished as a slave, the defenceless blonde could not hold back her enforced submission to the Master whose fingers and whip imposed such deliciously merciless torment upon her. He caressed her breasts, then whipped her bottom and thighs, then toyed with her stone-hard nipples, then punished her buttocks. Over and over, she screamed and begged into her gag as she came again and again.

  Pain and pleasure mixed inextricably as she surrendered to her frenzy of passion, no longer knowing herself whether she screamed for mercy, or for more of the ruthless subjugation that filled her whole body with such incredible excitement and need. Either way, it made no difference, for her Master quite literally had the whip hand and had no intention of heeding her pleas.

  Exerting his full dominance over her, he forced her to submit to his Mastery when and how he pleased and as Cassie gasped and shuddered in her innumerable climaxes, she abandoned all attempts to retain even the smallest self-control and allowed herself to accept and revel in her helplessness and the complete subjugation he imposed upon her.

  The stinging heat of her whip-striped bottom blended with the inferno of slave heat raging through her belly to send her spinning down into a whirlpool of absolute and willing submission. Behind the gag her muffled screams changed to soft moans of intense desire to be taken as a fully obedient and even eager participant in her own downfall, her passion redoubling as
she embraced total slavery and everything that went with it.

  Travis lowered his whip and walked over to the drinks cabinet, his feet soundless on the thick carpet and it was only as she heard the clink of glass as he poured himself a drink that Cassie realised that he was taking a break from tormenting her.

  The casual demonstration of his absolute power over her and his arrogant disregard of her desperate need, only served to reinforce her subjugation. She heard the creak of leather from his executive chair and knew that he was relaxing in comfort while she remained helplessly bound to await his pleasure. Her belly churned with savage heat and she chewed on her gag, understanding that she was being taught that her wishes and desires counted for nothing.

  She was only a slave, owned by a strong, ruthless Master, her body his to use or ignore as he chose, and if her Master chose to make her wait to serve him fully, then wait she must. No matter how much she wanted to feel him enter her and take her. On fire with a submissive passion that refused to cool and shamefully excited by her own reaction to her Master's fingers and whip, Cassie shivered with a delicious fear. He had not even touched her between her legs, but she had still surrendered completely. If, or rather when, he caressed her sex, she didn't dare think how she would respond. She would never be able to stand it. Or would she? In bondage, as a slave, what choice would she be given?