Making no noise the two dominants took up their positions, one on each side of Lila's offered nudity and raised their crops. At Earl's signal, both struck simultaneously, Tom's whip burning across the very tops of Lila's gaping thighs and Earl's branding a line of stinging heat into the lower slopes of her jutting breasts. A squeal of terrible anguish burst from Lila's nose as she felt the double assault and recognised that she was to be disciplined by both of her Masters at the same time and the smooth curve of her belly rippled visibly to a maelstrom of instantly submissive arousal as her slave heat flared.
Careful to avoid her erect nipples, Earl whipped her breasts with just enough force to stripe her flesh without causing sufficient pain to detract from her arousal, then switched his aim to her stomach. Tom concentrated on her soft inner thighs and flanks, his harder blows bringing gasps of pain and devastating arousal from Lila as she was taught that not even her total obedience and absolute submission could save her from her Masters' revenge.
At first, Lila was terrified, screaming for mercy as she was whipped, but as she was forced to accept the ruthless discipline meted out by her Masters, the heat in her thighs and belly and breasts began to merge with the inferno of need raging deep inside her body. Her screams changed to moans of unbearable passion as she responded helplessly to the shattering mixture of pain and pleasure that overwhelmed her and turned her pussy to liquid fire.
Her Masters had not touched her body and Lila realised that they would not. She was to be made to submit to a whip-orgasm, the most humiliating and shameful of all the many ways in which a full slave could be forced to display her subjugation, and Lila knew herself to be, without question, a full slave. Using the minimal freedom permitted her by the ropes on her limbs and body, Lila arched her spine to present her breasts and stomach still more helplessly to her Masters' whips, offering herself for whatever use they cared to demand of her in the humblest, most deeply submissive, and bravest act of her life as a slave.
The significance of her gesture was clear and as Tom and Earl savoured the strength of Lila's passion and understood just how deeply the redhead longed to submit, Earl reversed his crop and thrust the braided handle between her thighs. Lila's sex opened like a flower, her neck arching back until the cords of her throat stood out like ropes, her lips drawing back from her gag in a soundless shriek of ecstasy, her insides throbbing and shuddering with incredible power as massive internal contractions sucked the leather deep into her body as if it was her lover.
For several seconds, Lila's whole body vibrated like a dynamo, the thin, quivering shaft of the whip protruding from her sex, and then her climax broke. Her belly convulsed, then convulsed again and again, faster and faster, each enormous spasm accompanied by a muffled squeal of unbearable anguish and rapture. From the very pit of her belly, a towering orgasm swept upwards and a cataract of boiling, foaming love juices erupted into her quaking body, deluging the leather handle of the whip and storming onwards to jet into her trembling sex and spatter her thighs with spray after spray of her glistening tribute to the erotic discipline of her Masters.
Heedless of the consequences, of the eyes drinking in her frantic surrender, of what her ecstasy betrayed about her, Lila submitted utterly and with every fibre of her being to the soaring, blissful pleasure of total and willing subjugation to her bondage and the whip that had punished her and then brought her such a shattering reward. As her belly exploded with gigantic spasms she screamed her joyful acceptance of unending slavery and the uncontrollable passions it had unleashed within her.
"You sure are one randy little bitch, Lila," Earl chuckled as he watched her belly pulse, "when are you going to let me have my whip back, eh? Or would you rather I left it right where it is?"
Lila gulped, hearing the cruel pleasure in his voice and couldn't hold back a shiver of delicious fright at the thought of him watching and enjoying every second of her enforced submission. He and Tom, she assumed the other Master was Tom, had made her surrender to a whip-orgasm and she knew that they would now consider her even more of a slave than before. The trouble was, they were right, because Lila knew that she had submitted far more deeply than she would have chosen to and revealed much more about herself than she would have wished. But as ever, she hadn't been given any option and while she wore her chains and collar, she knew she would never be given any option but to submit completely. As if to underline that immutable fact, one of her Masters tapped the end of the crop still embedded in her body and she gasped shrilly as a jolt of pure lust was transmitted up the shaft and into her swirling belly.
"Take my crop," Tom suggested casually to his partner. "For some reason, Lila doesn't seem to want to let go of yours."
Lila felt her cheeks redden, but Earl only laughed at her embarrassment, "Yeah, so I see. Well, I guess she's earned it, don't you think?"
"That's not the only thing she's earned," Tom replied cheerfully, "I'm going to make sure that the hot little slut gets everything that's coming to her."
"OK, then," Earl agreed, "I'll leave you to it. I reckon I'll go visit Cassie. Where have you hidden her, anyway? I can't see her."
"Down by the river, stretched out over a tree. You can't miss her."
Lila heard a brief whistle, then squealed in shock as a line of stinging fire blazed across her left thigh, high up near her brand and Earl chuckled, "Don't worry. I never miss," and walked away towards the river.
"Well now, Lila," Tom rubbed his chin thoughtfully. "What am I going to do with you?"
She whimpered softly, well aware that he could do anything he felt like and that she couldn't stop him and her stomach fluttered with anticipation as she waited for him to decide, hoping that he wasn't going to be too hard on her. Not that she could do anything about it if he was.
"How about this?" he asked, tapping the end of the crop with one finger in a steady rhythm, "you seemed to enjoy it just now."
Lila moaned softly as the constant tapping of his finger sent evenly spaced flashes of intense arousal up into her belly, setting her internal muscles contracting and relaxing helplessly as the crop's handle moved within her to re-ignite the flames of her slave heat and begin the inexorable build-up of her passion towards the orgasm and submission which she already knew would be the end result of his absolute command of her defenceless nudity.
"It seems that Earl was right about you, slave," Tom said casually, "You are a hot little slut. I'm only using one finger. Surely you can cope with one finger, can't you, slave?"
But Lila couldn't, not when the single finger was in control of a whip sunk deep within her. As her need rose higher, she began to pant and whimper, her breasts and thighs quivering to the ever-increasing spiral of arousal visited on her by the maddening, frustratingly persistent tapping.
She was powerless to slow it down or speed it up or make it harder or softer, that was for her Master to decide and as her insides began to churn and seethe, she let herself slide into a warm haze of delicious acceptance, abandoning any attempt at control and letting her body respond as it would. When his free hand rose to her breasts, caressing the hardened buds of her sensitised nipples, Lila greeted the additional stimulation with a wordless scream and surrendered at once. Her orgasm swept over her in a series of waves, each foaming crest breaking to plunge down into her belly and add to the swirling turmoil of her release as she pulsed in climax, submitting willingly and gratefully to her passion and her Master.
Considering what had gone before, Lila thought she had got off pretty lightly and for a lovely minute as he moved behind her and released the rope connecting her wrists to the lowest rail of the fence, believed that he was going to untie her completely and lift her down. But her Master had other ideas and as he levered her cuffed arms and elbows upwards over the top rail, then used the rope still knotted to her wrist cuffs to ease her forwards, gravity and Lila's own body weight bent her almost double.
With her neck arched back by the rope to her gag and her arms angled high above her, she cou
ldn't gain any leverage to haul herself back upright and squealed in despair as her hopes were dashed and she felt his fingers knot a second rope from the buckle of her blindfold to her elbows. She had no idea what it was for, until he began to unbuckle her gag. The second rope did the same job as the first, preventing her from lowering her head and as he pulled the sodden leather ball from her jaws, Lila knew what she was going to be made to do.
Furious slave heat surged through her belly and as she felt its thrilling power, she shuddered with delicious excitement, recognising her immediate arousal as the instinctive response of a truly submissive slave. She actually wanted him to ravage her mouth, to use her chained body as he desired, to give her no choice and force her to pleasure him as a full slave and as she opened her mouth wide to receive his maleness, her passionate desire to submit set her breasts trembling and her juices oozing over the leather penetrating her sex.
Her Master smiled at her willingness to serve him and as he slid his erect shaft into her mouth and Lila began to lick and suck eagerly at his stiff flesh, he chuckled, "You know something, Lila. I always wondered about you. Those real tight clothes you used to wander around in, always showing off that hot little body of yours and rubbing it up against Earl like you wanted him to rip them off you and fuck you right there and then. And treating Rod so badly, too. As if you were challenging him to do something about it and getting in a real bad mood when he didn't," he paused and chuckled again. "Well, it sure looks as though he's done something about it now, honey and I reckon it's worked, because you're a whole lot better behaved now you've got a slave collar around your pretty little neck."
Lila couldn't answer him, but even if she had been able to, she knew she wouldn't have argued. She had been a bitch, with a filthy temper and looking back, couldn't imagine why Rod had put up with her for so long. In his place, she would have taken a whip to her long before he actually had. She gave a mental shrug. It didn't matter any more what she had been or what Rod might or should have done. What was important was that he had eventually forced her to kneel before him and declare herself a slave. After that, everything else that had happened to her had followed as naturally as night following day. Right up to the present moment, with her lips stretched around the massive shaft of one of her Masters, struggling to please him and avoid the whipping she would certainly receive if he were not fully satisfied with her performance.
There was no point in worrying about what had already taken place, she was a slave and Lila consigned the past to the back of her mind and concentrated all of her attention on the urgent task she still had to complete. Her lips and tongue caressed and licked and sucked her Master's bulging flesh until he reached his peak and a flood of hot, viscous semen gushed into her mouth, her throat working as she was forced to swallow every drop of his spend.
Tom smiled down at the head pressed to his groin and smiled, "That was quite delightful, slave. You enjoy your work, I see."
Lila flushed, conscious as she did so, of a pleasant glow of pride in her skills. She had not wanted to be forced to become a slave and pleasure her Masters, but if she had to, then at least she had the satisfaction of knowing that she was a good one, and that was enough. It had to be, for Lila was a slave and had nothing else.
Down at the riverside, Cassie was exactly as Tom had left her, bound over the trunk of the tree and helplessly spread, her stained thighs and the large damp patch beneath her bottom telling the story of her many submissions. Blindfolded, Cassie heard nothing and was taken completely by surprise as a mouth fastened on her pussy, lips at her engorged and exquisitely sensitive labia and a tongue dived into the slick, hot channel of her defenceless sex.
Unprepared for the sneak attack, she screamed into her gag and hurtled into an instantaneous orgasm, her belly pounding as she was forced to submit, her brain reeling as the mouth lifted from her wildly trembling body. She had no idea who had taken her, no idea, even, whether it had been a man or a woman. As her belly convulsed with frightening power, Cassie knew only that she had responded to her unknown assailant as a fully submissive and fiercely hot sex-slave, her body shamefully easy prey for whoever had used her with such callous ruthlessness.
If it was Tom or Earl or even Lila, she was relatively safe, but what if it was not? What if it was a total stranger, someone who had simply stumbled across her while Tom and Earl were busy with Lila? Cassie's seething belly kicked violently and moisture trickled from her gaping sex as she visualised a shadowy figure standing over her, drinking in her tightly bound and gagged nudity and preparing to take her, safe in the knowledge that she could not possibly resist or even see.
To her horrified despair, a thick, rigid shaft forced itself past her sphincter, penetrating her with irresistible strength and she squealed in anguish as her anus responded, squeezing and drawing the shaft deeper into her innermost core. A second immense orgasm surged unstoppably upwards as the man reamed her backside with fast, hard lunges and his seed hosed into her bowels to trigger her climax, huge spasms shaking her as she surrendered, unable to hold back or resist the fury of her passions, her body aflame with the helpless need of a trained slave, her submission total and her shame forgotten in the soaring ecstasy of her enforced buggery.
It was then, as Cassie exhibited the full extent of her slavery and her belly shuddered in climax, that a familiar voice whispered, "You serve well, slave. Particularly as you didn't know who you were serving."
It was not Earl or Tom, but Rod and even as she whimpered in relief that she had not been forced to serve a complete stranger, Cassie blushed a deep crimson, for she knew that she would have submitted just as deeply and helplessly if it had been.
It was not for a slave to decide who she would or would not serve and a thrilling wave of excitement heightened her sense of delicious submission as she realised that her Masters could order her to serve anyone they chose, and to her guilty shame, Cassie knew that she would obey.
Rod slid from her bottom and as he whispered, "You are a pleasing slave, Cassie. I shall have to think of a suitable reward for you. How would you like to whip Lila while she's tied up and gagged and then have her?" Cassie gave a great gasp of excitement. He chuckled, "Yes, I thought you might find that appealing. Revenge is sweet, even for a slave, eh? Very well, I shall see what I can arrange," and he walked away, leaving Cassie in a ferment of arousal and anticipation.
In the ideal state of preparation for Earl when he chose to use her.
Chapter 16
Six miles was a long way for anyone to walk on a hot day. It had seemed even longer for Cassie and Lila, wrists cuffed in front of their naked bodies and leashed by ropes to the saddles of the horses their Masters rode. Dust streaked their bellies, which were already stained with the juices of early morning submissions to the dominant men, but as the ranch house came into sight, the prospect of washing off the sweat and dirt of their exertions with a long soak under a hot shower buoyed up the spirits of the two slaves.
Earl puffed contentedly on a cigarette and blew out a stream of smoke, then grinned across at his partner, "How about we clean them up before we get back?"
"Fine with me," Tom chuckled and urged his horse into a trot, Earl following suit.
As the ropes to their wrists tightened, Cassie and Lila were forced into an awkward, clumsy run, their breasts bouncing and jiggling, legs pumping and eyes wide with shock as they were dragged down the gentle slope of the riverbank towards the water.
Spray flew high in the air as the horses shattered the smooth blue surface and Lila's panicky squeal ended abruptly as she was pulled from her feet and plunged beneath the surface, to re-emerge a second later, spluttering and coughing as Tom's horse ploughed downstream, towing her struggling, twisting body like a hooked fish. Cassie's longer legs enabled her to stay upright for a step or two more than her sister slave, but as the water deepened to about three feet, she too was unable to lift her knees high enough to keep her balance and disappeared under the water in a welter of foam.
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br /> Laughing uproariously, the Masters towed their spinning, gasping captives for a hundred yards or so, then brought their horses to a halt in the middle of the river and waited for the two drenched and bedraggled slaves to struggle to their feet. With their long hair plastered over their faces and shoulders and streams of water cascading from their breasts, Lila and Cassie coughed and snorted water from their lungs and noses, then stumbled forward as they were led to the bank and up to the front of the house, where Travis and Rod stood watching.
"Welcome back, slaves," Rod chuckled mockingly and as Tom and Earl dismounted, Cassie and Lila knelt to display their dripping nudity while their rope leashes were removed.
"How did it go? No problems, I assume?" Travis smiled.
"Fine, boss. Just fine," Earl assured him. "And it was a real nice surprise to find Lila with a brand and a collar on her neck."
"Yes, I thought you might enjoy that. Was she fully satisfactory?"
"Oh yeah."
"Good, very good. So there was no need for you to encourage her then?"
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