Slaves of the Circle T

by Charles Graham

  Travis sipped his whisky, his eyes on the slender curves of the naked, whip-striped and sex-stained slave who trembled in her stringent bondage before him, savouring her helplessness and the knowledge that he could have her whenever he wanted. As an experienced Master of slaves, he understood the depth of her submission and the extent of her enforced lust and knew Cassie was ready to become a full slave.

  He drained his glass and stood up to remove his clothes and as Cassie heard the chair creak, her breasts and buttocks quivered to the irresistible power of her slave need.

  "Serve me well, slave," he ordered coldly and as she heard the words, Cassie gave a muffled squeal and her belly kicked wildly in anticipation of her inevitable submission.

  Moving behind her, his erection poised at the entrance of her gaping sex, he sent his hands snaking around her torso to fasten on her swollen breasts, fingers capturing and rolling her stiffened nipples. With a long, merciless thrust, his engorged shaft penetrated deep into her churning depths, impaling her and triggering an instantaneous climax as she felt herself filled by his rigid flesh.

  Unable to move, she silently screamed her defeat and surrender as he lunged into her defenceless body, her internal muscles squeezing him deeper into her. A scalding flood swamped her belly and over his thick shaft as she climaxed as a true and willing slave, her responses completely uncontrollable as she submitted to his Mastery of her. His fingers caressed her nipples, adding to her frenzied passion and a second massive orgasm crashed through her body as he thrust with brutal power, his maleness pounding into her sex as he took her ruthlessly. Cassie pulsed and shuddered beneath him, able only to accept and endure his callous ravaging of her as he taught her the full meaning of her slavery and the total power of a true Master.

  At his mercy and incapable of the smallest resistance, Cassie grunted and gasped as she was taken, her belly spasming frantically and her breasts vibrating under his fingers as he used her to the limits of her capacity... but then, to her horror, drove her beyond those limits. In sheer disbelief, she felt his shaft grow even larger within her and as she screamed in futile denial into her gag, her Master forced her to surrender far more deeply and far more fully than she had ever dreamed possible.

  Her belly exploded in crippling spasms of white-hot fury as she came again and again until she could only moan in terrible anguish as she was made to exhibit the true, awesome extent of a slave's submission to her Master. As she shook and trembled to the devastating passions unleashed by his pitiless dominance of her, Cassie whimpered in a terrible, growing fear that she had become as helplessly responsive and fiercely hot as any real slave.

  Deep down in her body and despite her efforts to fight it, a gigantic orgasm built higher and higher, an orgasm that she knew was her irrevocable submission to permanent enslavement. But as her Master gathered himself for a final onslaught on her tightly bound and frantically aroused nudity and his throbbing shaft speared her to the core to release his seed in jetting torrents, Cassie shuddered in rapturous ecstasy and terrified despair as she was forced into climax.

  Her body locked rigid in her bonds, her fingers clawing vainly at the air and her throat arched towards the ceiling as the most stupendous orgasm of her life detonated like a bomb in her belly. Convulsing with devastating power around the jerking invader in her belly, her internal muscles squeezing and contracting to draw her Master's flesh deeper into her body, Cassie climaxed as a true slave should. Her whole body was a giant cauldron of blistering heat, shuddering and quaking to violent spasms as her belly pulsed over and over to the explosive release of her lusts. The intensity of her submission was evident in every frenzied jerk of her hips against the bench and the straps that confined her as fresh jolts of her orgasm crashed through her trembling, sweat stained body.

  Behind her, his erection still sunk in her churning sex, her Master gave a deep chuckle of pure pleasure at the enormous power of Cassie's orgasm and the depth of submission it indicated. Like her, he recognised the significance of such uncontrollable desire, but unlike her, he was not in the least concerned that it betrayed her as a true slave. That was, after all, why she had been captured and bound and he was merely pleased that she showed such promise.

  To Cassie, however, his chuckle carried a very different message and as she heard the unmistakable satisfaction in his voice, her belly kicked again in response to her realisation that he had seen, and much worse, understood her helpless submission. As if in response to her thoughts, he slid from her belly and as their intermingled secretions trickled from her sex and down her spread thighs, he said softly, "You submit well, slave. For the moment, at least, I am satisfied with your performance, so do not need to punish you for failing to be pleasing. I would advise you to continue to be pleasing."

  He dressed himself, then unbuckled and removed her gag and blindfold and as Cassie worked her stiff jaws and stared nervously up at him, she knew that there was no way back for her. He had taken her as a Master and forced her to submit as a full slave and as his dark eyes bored into hers, Cassie lowered her gaze, frightened by the extent of her uncontrollable responses and the incredible pleasure she had discovered in surrendering totally to the exquisite ecstasy of bondage slavery.

  In only two days, Cassie had lost her freedom and all control over her fate and as she faced a future in which she could only become more and more submissive and more and more helplessly obedient to the Masters who had kidnapped her for their sexual pleasure, she shivered to the slave heat that burned like a flame in her belly and knew that she no longer wanted to be free. In her bonds and her collar, powerless to direct what happened to her, she must accept and serve as a slave, obedient to the orders and whips of her Masters and as she gave in to the inevitability of her complete subjugation, her belly swirled deliciously in anticipation of a continuing servitude which no longer seemed quite so horrifying... or even undesirable.

  Slowly, she raised her eyes to her Master and took a deep breath, "I will be a pleasing sl... slave," she stuttered and her sex oozed wetly as she offered a submission which she knew to be a genuine one. It was an offer immediately accepted and as her Master gave a contented chuckle and said calmly, "Oh, I know you will, slave. I shall make quite certain of it," she gasped to a jolt of pure lust that shot through her defenceless body to set her breasts quivering as he confirmed her new life.

  He bent to pick up the discarded whip and as Cassie gabbled, "No. Please, no," sent it cracking across her reddened buttocks, his voice cutting through her squeal of pain. "You are a slave and will remain silent until you are addressed or given permission to speak. Do you understand, slave?"

  "Yes, yes," she moaned, "I understand. Really I do."

  "Good," the whip hissed down again and she clenched her jaws desperately, fighting back a scream as stinging heat burned through her bottom. "That was for failing to call me Master," he said coldly. "All men here are your Masters. Do you understand that, slave?"

  "Yes, M... Master," she replied shuddering, "I understand, Master."

  "Very good, slave," a mirthless smile curved his lips, "Masters expect their slaves to obey instantly and without question. You will be disciplined if you do not. Got it?"

  "Yes, Master. I will obey, Master. Instantly and without qu... question, Master."

  "You will, slave," he told her grimly, "you will. Now, open your mouth wide."

  Horribly conscious that the whip hovered over her smarting bottom, Cassie did not hesitate and as the giant leather ball was packed into her mouth, her nostrils flared to suck in air as she was silenced again. She had excellent breasts, he told her, tapping the whip in the palm of his left hand; they were firm but not too heavy and with delightfully sensitive nipples. Cassie's blue eyes widened as he spoke, then she gave a snort of helpless arousal as the switch flicked at her taut globes, not hurting her, but sensitising her flesh and making her face the fact that he could, if he chose, whip any part of her body and there wasn't a single thing she could do to stop him.

/>   Locked in the chains of her Masters, with no hope or chance of rescue and subject to any punishment or pleasure they imposed upon her, all hope was gone as her nipples stiffened to the renewed stimulation. She panted through her nose and responded as the slave she had become, unable to control her growing excitement as her Master demonstrated the ease with which he could force her to surrender to the submissive passions he and his fellow dominants had aroused within her.

  Despite her previous tremendous climaxes and her fear of the whip and what it could do to her, she could not resist her growing need and as her desire intensified, her eyes pleaded mutely for him to caress between her straddled legs and give her the relief she craved and which she could not give herself. He lowered the whip and chuckled into her anguished face, "Most satisfactory, slave. You have real slave heat in your belly. You need another climax, I see."

  Cassie flushed redly, knowing it was true and hugely ashamed of her lack of control, but could not hide her sexual arousal from him or pretend, even to herself, that she was anything but the slave he had made her. She wanted him to take her again and knew she would have begged if she had not been gagged. He knew it, too, but he was an experienced Master and was well aware that denying Cassie the climax she longed for would have the result of deepening her sense of subjugation and increasing her passion as she was forced to wait for a moment of his choosing.

  With a great play of looking at his watch, he dashed her hopes. "Five o'clock," he said, feigning surprise, "I really must send Tom and Earl off to move your boat."

  Cassie moaned in frustration, but he was impervious to her misery and as he bent to pick up the blindfold and buckled it over her eyes, she was again plunged into darkness. His feet soundless on the thick carpet, he moved to the door, then turned to gaze at her hopelessly bound and clearly aroused nudity, his black eyes glittering with cruel pleasure. "I shall be back later, slave," he told her, "you don't mind waiting, do you?" and his chuckle faded slowly as he walked away, leaving Cassie alone with her chains and her need.

  Chapter 5

  In her Master's study, strapped to the whipping bench and with her upper torso semi-suspended by a chain from the ceiling, Cassie moaned in discomfort and humiliation, her naked body trembling with unsatisfied lust as she waited for his return and the submission she would be forced to give. Gagged and blindfolded, she was utterly helpless and completely vulnerable to any form of assault on her displayed nudity and she was not to know that her Master had left his study door wide open.

  To anyone who happened to walk past, her naked bondage was an open invitation to take unfair advantage of her plight and it was unfortunate that the first person to chance across her was Lila. As the redhead strolled past the open door, she glanced in and did an almost comical double take at the sight that met her eyes. Her lips curved into a malicious grin as she realised that Cassie was blindfolded and she walked into the study, careful to ensure that not the slightest sound reached the slave's ears to alert her to the fact that she was no longer alone.

  For a minute or two, Lila simply watched the hapless blonde, noting the gentle trembling of her breasts and belly, the tell-tale stains at her sex and thighs and the pink stripes adorning her buttocks. All of them gave evidence of the torrid time she had been forced to endure and of the submissions she had given. Cassie was the very picture of a well-disciplined and equally well-used slave and as Lila looked at her, she felt a pleasurable warmth tingling in her groin as she imagined how wildly the blonde must have responded to being aroused and whipped and taken by Travis... and how easily she could be made to respond again.

  Lila moved silently to Cassie's right side, positioning herself within easy reach of the slave's pinioned body, then slowly reached out with both hands. Cassie had no inkling that the redhead was in the room with her and had no chance at all to prepare herself for the sneak attack. One moment she was alone with her anxieties and discomfort and frustration, the next, fingers were at her breasts and pussy, rolling her erect nipples and fondling the tender petals of her defenceless sex.

  Electric jolts of arousal shot into her sex and she was instantly aflame with fervid slave heat and desire, the chains and straps that secured her drawn tight as she fought to writhe and twist to the unbearable sensations raging through her. But she fought in vain, for her bondage was far stronger than she was and she was held in place, her body spread and presented to her captor.

  With no option but to bear the unbearable, Cassie screamed her anguished passion into her gag and surrendered in seconds, her belly pounding frantically as her love juices flowed over the fingers toying with her. Blindfolded, she had no idea who was with her, but it made no difference for Cassie was a slave and had to serve any and all Masters, her submission taken for granted and enforced with no account taken of her wishes or desires. Such things were for free women and Cassie was no longer free.

  Delighted and more than a little surprised by the speed of the blonde's surrender and climax, Lila experimented, tweaking Cassie's nipples and sliding her other hand up and down the full length of her slippery sex, rubbing the hardened protruding button of her clitoris until she shuddered and moaned in dreadful overwhelming need. Such power was intoxicating and Lila was enjoying herself. With a smile of cruel pleasure, she removed her fingers from Cassie's breasts and sent the palm of her hand smacking down on the blonde's flexing bottom, the sharp crack wringing a strangled snort from her nose as a patch of stinging red heat blossomed.

  Spanking with one hand and probing her sex with the other, Lila explored her slave's helpless responses. She mixed spanks with caresses until the heat of Cassie's reddened bottom and the heat in her aroused belly, blended into one roaring inferno of lust and a second, far more powerful orgasm built to its peak in her belly. Cassie let out a muffled shriek of disbelief and loss as Lila removed her fingers from her sex, then shrieked again as the redhead sank to her knees, pressed her lips to the slick, velvet-soft folds of her labia and sent her tongue deep into the hot, wet channel of her quivering sex to lick and suck at the most secret and private recesses of Cassie's femininity.

  A long, wavering moan of absolute and total submission was torn from Cassie's throat as she was taken in the most intimate way possible and her whole body vibrated like a dynamo as she came in great racking pulses of ecstasy, scalding gouts of ecstasy spraying into her sex to the explosive release of her pent-up lust. Her belly contracted madly as she climaxed with the full, unstoppable power of a true slave and as Lila lapped at the juices that flowed from her captive and savoured the warm, only slightly salty taste of her abject surrender, the redhead chuckled with the pure pleasure of her victory.

  It was only then that Cassie realised the identity of the person to whom she had submitted so completely and as she recognised Lila's giggle, the helpless blonde spasmed again to the thrilling and humiliating knowledge that she had been used as a slave by both a Master and a Mistress in the space of a few minutes. Submitting equally shamefully to both.

  Engrossed in her subjugation of Cassie and with her lips still pressed to the joint of the spasming blonde's shapely thighs, Lila was taken by surprise as men's deep voices broke into her pleasure.

  "What the Devil is going on here?"

  "Lila! What do you think you're doing? Get away from her."

  Lila spun around, jumping to her feet and trying, not too successfully, to wipe away the glistening evidence of Cassie's submission from her mouth and chin as she faced the angry faces of her husband and his uncle.

  "Well? Explain yourself, woman. What are you doing in my private study?"

  Blushing a deep scarlet, Lila stared defiantly at the two men and went onto the attack.

  "What does it look like?" she retorted with spirit, "I've just had this slave and I damn well enjoyed her, so there."

  "You've just had her?" Rod was outraged, his eyes glittering with fury, "Why you... you..."

  Travis cut in, overriding his nephew's spluttered words, "And just who gave you the r
ight to take my slave, in my study?" he inquired coldly.

  "I've got just as much right as either of you," Lila spat back, "why shouldn't I have a slave if I want to? You've already had her, haven't you? And anyway, if you're careless enough to leave your door open and a naked slave all tied up and ready, it's your own fault if someone comes along and has a bit of fun with her."

  Taken aback by the venom in her voice, Travis was lost for words, but Rod wasn't. "Right, Lila, so that's the way of it, is it? OK, then, so be it. You should have told me you preferred women before I made the mistake of marrying you, you bitch. I'm finished with you, if you want a divorce, you can have one."

  Lila was furious and her voice was like ice as she replied to her husband, "That's fine with me," she snapped. "Once I get rid of you, you wimp, I'll find myself a real man. One who will treat me like a woman and give me something to look forward to when I'm in bed with him. Someone who can satisfy me, Rod, instead of an inadequate like you."