Slaves of the Circle T

by Charles Graham

  He looked into her blue eyes and as she held his gaze, he nodded slowly, "Yes," he agreed. "I do believe you are. Interesting. You are the first slave I have ever known to admit to her true nature. Not that it really matters, of course. I have no intention of setting you free, slave."

  Cassie dropped her eyes, she knew that, she whispered, but even if he did she couldn't go back. She wasn't the same any more, she couldn't control her body and feelings and who would want a slave like her? Travis grinned, any man who saw her, he would think. She was a beautiful young woman and she had a slave's fire in her belly. What more could a man ask than that?

  Then he told her to be quiet and stay there, she may have finished with Lila, but Rod definitely hadn't. His nephew walked over to where Lila knelt and shook his head firmly, confirming that he would not be done until he'd used the randy little bitch as fully as Cassie had. Then, kneeling behind Lila he plunged his erect maleness deep into her gaping sex with one brutal thrust.

  Held by her inescapable steel bonds and with her belly still pulsing from her submissions to Cassie, Lila could do nothing but scream and whimper as her former husband exerted his Mastery over her, his thick shaft pounding into her with hard, fast lunges of his hips as he took her ruthlessly. His seed fountained into her belly and Lila wailed in despair and anguish as his release triggered her own orgasm. She knew only too well that he had used her as a full slave and that she had submitted to him as a full slave, proving, to his satisfaction at least, that she was a slut and deserved her chains.

  As he pulled from her belly, Travis smiled, "That's settled a few old scores, Rod."

  "One or two," Rod agreed casually. "But she still owes me plenty and I don't forgive or forget."

  "You never did. What's the plan now?"

  "I don't know about the rest of you, but I'm going off to my nice soft bed," he grinned across at Tom and Earl. "But don't let me spoil the party for you guys. If you want to have more fun with Lila, just help yourselves and leave her here when you're finished. She'll be uncomfortable, but who gives a damn?" and with a harsh laugh, he was gone.

  Travis looked down at Cassie, "Yes, I think I'll go up, too. On your feet, slave, you and I have some unfinished business... Goodnight, gentlemen," and he led the way upstairs, Cassie following obediently.

  "See you in the morning, boss."

  Left alone with the remaining two Masters, Lila trembled in her bondage as Earl gave a soft chuckle, "Some night, eh, Lila? Seems to me that Rod isn't anywhere near forgiving you yet. Tom and me, now, well, I guess we don't hold grudges like him. We'd take those cuffs off you if we could, but we just can't remember where we put the keys."

  "That's right, honey," Tom backed up his partner, "it's gone clean out of our heads with all this excitement. But don't worry, I'm sure we'll remember by morning, so I guess we'll just have to manage with you as you are for now."

  Lila was not deceived for a second. Tom and Earl were both going to have her and as she faced what promised to be a long, uncomfortable night of helpless bondage, unavoidable arousal and inevitable submission to two demanding Masters, immediate slave heat burned in Lila's belly.

  Chapter 19

  "Search for missing yachts-woman abandoned." Travis was reading aloud an article from the pages of a national newspaper, "The extensive air and sea search for Cassiopeia Martin, who set sail from Sydney harbour nearly six months ago, has been officially called off by the rescue services. Miss Martin, 26, was believed to be en route for Japan, sailing alone, but no trace has been found of her since her yacht was discovered drifting with its sails set, some 350 miles off the East coast. She is presumed to have fallen overboard and drowned."

  He folded the paper and held it out towards the naked blonde who knelt beside his chair in his private study, her body perfectly displayed, wrists cuffed snugly behind her back and a gleaming steel slave collar clamped around her slender throat, "There is even a picture of you, slave," he said casually. "Not that it's a very good likeness."

  Cassie stared at the grainy photograph of a sulky looking young woman and was astonished to find that it meant nothing to her. The girl in the picture was a stranger, a rather unhappy one to judge from her down turned lips and lifeless eyes and as Cassie gazed at herself as she had once been, she realised just how much she had changed in a few short months. In that brief space of time, she had been held captive, chained and collared and forced to serve ruthlessly dominant men as a sex-slave, things that in her former life she would have dismissed as impossible, or at best, the lurid fantasies of a writer of top-shelf sex books.

  Yet here she was, bound at the feet of a real-life Master, ready and more than willing to obey his every command, her belly simmering in anticipation of his touch. The girl staring back at her from the page of the newspaper wouldn't believe it, Cassie thought, smiling wryly to herself, but she was happier and more content than she had ever been. Life as a slave was simple and deliciously fulfilling, for all she had to do was submit to her Masters and allow her natural passion to do the rest. There was no boring job to frustrate her, no pressure to compete with colleagues, no worries about money, and best of all, no treacherous lover to betray her with her best friend.

  To set against that, of course, she also had no freedom and no say in how or when she must serve her Masters and could be punished if she was not fully satisfactory. But that was the penalty of being a slave and Cassie had come to accept their power over her as perfectly natural and welcome. She waited until Travis nodded, granting her permission to speak, then said, "I can hardly recognise myself, Master. I look so miserable."

  "Yes, you don't seem very cheerful in that picture."

  "No, I don't Master, but the funny thing is that I thought I really was happy at the time," her brow furrowed and she added doubtfully, "maybe it's just a poor copy."

  "Perhaps," her Master replied, "or perhaps the picture shows a slave who needed a Master and didn't have one?"

  Cassie smiled, well aware of where the conversation was going, "I didn't know about slaves or Masters, then, my Master."

  "You do now, though, don't you, slave?"

  "Oh yes, Master," she gave a soft chuckle, "I know now and I am happy to be what I am, Master."

  "That is just as well," he said firmly, "because it is what you will always be. Now, it is time you made me happy, so turn around while I undo your wrists, then go to the bench and lie down on your back."

  Cassie rose gracefully to her feet and walked over to the narrow bench and as she stretched herself along its padded top, the sensuous feel of leather against her naked spine sent a shiver of excitement tingling through her as the ever present slave heat in her belly started to build. She knew exactly where to position herself, the bench was a favourite with her Master and he had moved it within easy reach of his chair. Without waiting to be told, she spread her thighs wide and placed her calves and arms against the four thick legs that supported the bench. All her Master had to do was buckle the securing straps attached to the legs and as he rose from his chair and tightened broad leather bands around her knees and ankles, wrists and elbows, Cassie lay perfectly still, only the gentle trembling of her belly betraying her growing arousal as she was bound.

  Her Master reached under the bench for the much longer straps she knew were there and as these drew taut across her thighs and waist and above and below her breasts, Cassie's eyes gleamed with anticipation and the familiar thrill of complete helplessness. As he stood looking down at her, Cassie tensed her muscles against the tight straps, knowing that he enjoyed her futile attempts to escape almost as much as she did. It was only when she had proved to his satisfaction and her own that she could barely twitch, far less free herself that she desisted and lay still.

  "You just love being tied up, don't you, slave?" he said calmly. "And the tighter and more helpless, the better. It turns you on and you always get wet and randy."

  She knew that she did, she replied simply, she was a bondage slave and when he or her other Ma
sters tied her up, she got excited because she knew they could do anything they liked to her and she couldn't stop them. He nodded, then he reached for the hard rubber ball-gag that lay next to a padded leather blindfold on his desk and wedged it into Cassie's mouth, her lips stretching to encompass the massive sphere as he buckled it in place.

  The blindfold came next and as she was deprived of sight and the ability to anticipate what her Master would do next, her arousal soared and her nipples immediately quivered and stiffened. With a soft chuckle at her obvious need, he swivelled his chair around to face her and sat down, then reached out a casual hand to stroke her upthrust breasts and the moist, delicate tissues between her gaping thighs. Cassie's gag-muffled squeals and the soft creaking of leather as she fought her bonds, told of the furious passion his touch sent raging through her body, but the straps were too strong and too tight and as her Master inserted two fingers into her sex and his thumb rubbed the prominent button of her clitoris, the expertly secured blonde shuddered in orgasm.

  Her breasts rose and fell rapidly as she sucked in air through her flaring nostrils and her belly fluttered to the contractions deep inside her as she submitted to his will and the stringent bondage which delivered her to him so helplessly.

  She whimpered as he took his fingers from her, wanting and needing more of the thrilling torment, but knowing that she would only receive what her Master chose to give.

  Knowing too, that delicious though her climax had been, it had by no means extinguished the fires of her submissive passion and as her belly churned and swirled with undiminished slave heat, Cassie could only wait and hope.

  "I have some business to attend to slave, and I do not wish to be disturbed for an hour or so." The words were followed by the sound of his computer starting up and as he began to tap at the keyboard, Cassie chewed on the huge rubber ball between her teeth in frustration, realising from the tone of his voice that he was going to keep her waiting as a deliberate reminder of his power over her.

  Ten minutes dragged by, then another ten, until, as his arrogant neglect of her naked body heightened her need and desire to submit to him, the leather of her bonds creaked and she moaned a soft plea for his touch, begging him to use her fully and end her torment. He picked up the crop that lay on his desk, "I told you I did not want to be disturbed, slave," he said calmly, then leaned back in his chair and sent the whip hissing down to crack across the smooth plain of Cassie's stomach. Impervious to the muffled screams that leaked past the rubber ball in her mouth and the frantic clawing of her fingers and toes, he applied a dozen sharp cuts to her offered body, painting lines of smarting red heat from the tops of her gaping thighs to the lower slopes of her taut breasts. Cassie gasped and squealed in pain and helpless arousal to the undeserved punishment as her Master exerted his complete domination over her.

  "Horny slut," he told her cheerfully, lowering his crop and bending forwards to inspect the glistening juices oozing from her sex, "we both know what you need, slave, but I'm busy so you'll have to wait until I'm finished."

  He allowed his fingers to brush the soft pink lips of her swollen labia and as Cassie gasped and her body shuddered violently to his touch, he smiled coldly and turned back to his computer. He knew that her passion would only intensify as he made her wait to serve him fully. With her flesh smarting from his cropping and her body on fire with unsatisfied lust, Cassie battled against her fervent desire to scream and fight her bonds as liquid heat filled her belly and her rigid nipples ached and throbbed, well aware that her Master would not hesitate to discipline her a second time if she struggled or made a sound.

  He ignored her for a full half hour, concentrating on the e-mail he was writing and it was only when he was satisfied that he pressed the Send key and then swivelled his chair around to face Cassie's tightly bound and helplessly presented nudity. Using only the tip of his crop, he traced the rounded globes of her swollen breasts, then casually flicked each of her hardened nipples several times with the flexible leather, smiling as the blonde flinched and whimpered in fearful arousal, not knowing whether the crop's next touch would bring her more pleasure or stinging pain. It could be either, and both he and she knew that the decision was his to make.

  Slowly, the crop moved down across her stomach to the joint of her spread legs and as it tapped at the hard, projecting bud of her clitoris, her thigh muscles flexed in vain efforts to protect herself and her belly kicked and rippled as jolts of unbearable arousal shot through her body. At each tap, Cassie's nostrils flared and she gave a breathy snort, her excitement building to fever pitch as her Master toyed with her, reinforcing her submissive passion until she trembled on the brink of a climax that only he could give her.

  With a practised flick of his wrist, he sent the crop cracking across the soft flesh of her inner thigh, high up, near her damp sex and as she squealed to the blistering pain that raged through her leg, he grinned evilly and slid the thin, leather covered shaft of his crop between the engorged lips of her labia. It was more than enough to trigger her orgasm and as her belly convulsed at the irresistible combination of pain and pleasure, Cassie screamed into her gag in ecstatic surrender and her sex pulsed wildly to release a gush of hot, silvery love juices. Her Master nodded to himself, enjoying the intensity of her immediate submission to his whip, then rose from his chair and slowly stripped off his clothes, taking the time to savour her stringent bondage and anticipate the pleasure of taking her as the slave she clearly was.

  He moved to the end of the bench and as he pressed his long, thick erection into the slick wet heat of her gaping sex, Cassie moaned with helpless rapture and her pussy enfolded him, her internal muscles gripping his flesh and drawing him deep into her body in the instinctive reaction of a natural slave. No longer able or willing to resist the ecstasy of complete submission, Cassie arched her hips upwards to meet him. As he began to take her with slow, powerful thrusts of his embedded shaft, the gagged, blindfolded blonde screamed softly in her throat. Her insides swirled with savage heat and her juices flowed in heated streams over his maleness and down into her quivering sex as she came and then came again to the long awaited plundering of her defenceless body.

  His thrusts grew harder and more rapid as he built towards his peak and she gasped and whimpered as his fingers captured her breasts, squeezing and pinching her sensitive nipples to add tiny flashes of delicious pain to her raging arousal. As he felt her passion redouble and the frenzied churning of her belly, he pounded into her with the full, brutal power of his masculine dominance, crushing her with his weight and strength until she squealed in fear and her belly exploded in huge, racking spasms as she was forced to submit utterly to his total Mastery.

  For five endless seconds, he held back, staring down at her sweat streaked, wildly shuddering body, then hissed, "Submit, slut," and as Cassie screamed into her gag, begging to be used as a full sex slave in any way he desired, he sent his throbbing shaft plunging to the innermost core of her body and released the hosing jets of his spend into the bubbling cauldron of her belly. Cassie's head arched back until the cords of her neck stood out like ropes and as a shrill wail of absolute surrender and unbearable ecstasy filtered past the huge ball sealing her lips, climaxed with shattering power. Her whole body vibrated like a dynamo, her belly convulsing as she arched desperately to meet the spurting seed of her Master as she orgasmed to the fury of her delirious passion.

  Bound into immobility by heavy leather straps, deprived of speech and vision, her body totally at the mercy of a ruthless Master, Cassie sobbed with the joy of her sexual subjugation. As devastating spasms jolted through her seething belly, the leather blindfold over her eyes grew wet with the tears of her blissful acceptance and desire for the bondage that allowed her and forced her to obey and submit to her Masters.

  Travis too, was also fully aware of the changes in her and as he recovered from his own release, a cold smile played about his thin lips as he stared down at the shuddering blonde beneath him. Like the other fou
r women he had captured and enslaved for trespassing on his land, Cassie could no longer be anything but a slave and, like them, her fate was in his hands. His smile grew wider as he thought of the e-mail he had just sent.

  That e-mail held the key to what lay in store for Cassie and though the naked, tightly bound blonde had no inkling of what the contents of the message were, her whole future now rested in the mailbox of a computer sitting on a desk several thousand miles from where she lay. Sooner or later, the message would be read and acted upon and when it was, Cassie would find out the full cost of her error in straying onto his private property.

  A cost she would be given no option but to pay... in full!

  Chapter 20

  Sitting on the wide veranda at the front of the ranch house, Lila stared down past her naked breasts to the exposed pink cleft of her gaping sex. Her brown eyes filled with dismay at the sight of her slender legs bound at the ankles to a six-foot pole that forced her to do the splits and gave her no possibility of closing her thighs. Even as supple as she was, the position was incredibly stressful, but there was nothing she could do to alleviate the incessant aching of her muscles, for her elbows were hooked around a shorter pole behind her back and her wrist cuffs were linked by a glittering steel chain that ran across her belly, the tight links dimpling her soft flesh.