by W. L. Dowd
Walking rather close to one of the trucks now, the bound women on-board couldn’t believe their eyes. The sight of Heather in her thigh-high boots and sexy corset, towing her naked bound slave along on a leash, was shocking and terrifying beyond description. The thought of being led around on a leash as a human slave was deeply humiliating. But their eyes grew even wider with dread when the noticed Ashley’s ringed nipples projecting prominently from her sexy body. Just the mere chance of being pierced like the woman they watched walk by, was emotionally traumatic to the newly abducted victims.
Now heading toward the elevator that would take them to the diamond mines, the remaining new arrivals were carefully being unloaded from the trucks behind them. Having seen Heather, with Ashley in tow, only magnified their worst fears as they faced their unknown fates at Talistaun’s compound.
Finally reaching the elevator, Heather pushed the single button on the panel. The elevator had only one button available for pickup; passengers were either going from the surface to the mine, or vice versa, there was no in-between. When the doors opened, they entered the cab and Heather pushed the button to take them down. Descending toward the mines, Ashley’s heart was starting to thud at the thought of seeing Jason again.
Down and down the cab went, until it finally began to slow. Still not sure if she excited or upset to see her husband again, her breathing became more rapid while she waited for the doors to slide open. And as soon as the cab stopped and leveled off, the doors slowly opened.
The mine was exactly as Ashley remembered it. The air was warm and humid when they exited the elevator. The large room smelled of sweat and damp rock. Across the expansive central cave of the mine, there were many men laboring hard to extract and separate the diamonds from the rock walls. They were strong hard-body men working under the watchful eyes and whips of the many guards.
Off in a corner, Ashley spotted something she’d heard stories of, but hoped not to see. In the dark corner was a slave on his knees, and struggling to swallow the large cock of the guard standing before him. With his wrists secured behind him, the mine slave was clearly working hard to satisfy the guard. He was shifting about and straining to take the hard shaft down his throat as the guard controlled his head by his hair. Ashley had heard the stories of the sexual abuse that slaves had to endure at the hands of the guards, and she always feared for her husband.
Even though she had finally adapted to her life as a lesbian pleasure slave, Ashley knew that Jason would never be able to survive in a similar role. He had always been a staunch heterosexual who was highly disgusted by the thought of two men together. Ashley used to laughingly call him homophobic!
Moving deeper into the room, they were finally met by a guard.
“General, welcome to the mines. I received word that you would be coming to collect slave Jason. We cleaned him up this morning so he should be in good shape for you.”
“Thank you Corporal, I’m sure you did a nice job with him. We’re in a hurry this morning. Can you please turn him over to us now?”
“Yes Ma’am, right away.”
Facing toward the diamond sorting tables at the far side of the room, the Corporal placed two fingers in his mouth and whistled with all his might.
Glancing at the distant work surfaces, Heather and Ashley saw several men standing around the bench height worktop. They were all busily toiling away at their tasks; their lightly sweating torsos glistening in the light. A sly grin overtook Heather’s mouth as she gazed upon the enslaved men with a glimmer of lust in her sparkling eyes.
Kept in tiny loin cloths, tall tight collars and full sets of cuffs, their powerful naked bodies were on display to all the visitors and guards. For Heather, the sight of the brutally enslaved men made her body tingle with excitement.
And even though Ashley feared being caught with a similar reaction to the sexy men, she still couldn’t stop her body from reacting. She soon felt her sensitive nipples hardening and expanding around the large rings that skewered them.
At the moment, there appeared to be an even mix of male and female guards watching over the mine slaves. Stories of brutal treatment and torture were common place above. Now having seen firsthand the kind of pleasures that the male guards extracted from the mine slaves, Ashley feared the worst for Jason. She knew it was the lucky few picked for breeding or other services above that got to escape their sentences for brief periods of time. But that didn’t mean they escaped all the atrocities that permeated the labor mines below.
Even as the young men all looked very similar at a distance, it wasn’t long before they spotted Jason. His sexy well-toned body was unmistakable amongst the rest. And his months of service in the mines had been surprisingly good for his physique.
They were both enjoying the view, when one of the female guards standing several feet behind Jason suddenly released the full fury of her bull whip. As if in slow motion, they watched the powerful leather whip uncoil as it landed across his unsuspecting back. The sudden impact caused his body to jerk and jump as the sweat sprayed from his taught and shining skin.
Having been properly trained and broken over the past months, he immediately spun around, dropped to the floor, and began to kiss the woman’s boots. With his hands wrapped around the back of her heels, he saw soon licking the toes of her sexy high heeled boots. Jason’s response to the whip was so sudden and quick; Ashley couldn’t help but wonder if Jason knew it was a woman behind the whip, before he fell to the floor in compliance at her feet. That being as it may, the woman in command let Jason lick her boots for almost a minute while she glanced toward Heather and Ashley with a smug grin on her face. Finally looking back to the floor at Jason, she spoke out.
“Stand you pathetic slave boy.”
Jumping to his feet as quickly as he could, he lowered his head in submission and replied, “Yes Mistress, thank you Mistress.”
Grabbing his chiseled lower jaw, she twisted Jason’s head toward Heather and said, “Looks like you have some company slut boy.”
Seeing Heather standing in the distance, dressed in her sexy corset and boots, shocked him at first. He wasn’t expecting Heather. Jason was one of the few young men who were considered special ‘boy toys’ to wealthy Talistaun. Whenever Jason had a visitor, it was usually to escort him back to their abode for ‘services’.
Grabbing his collar’s large D-ring, she started walking Jason across the room to Heather. The short hobble chain between his ankle cuffs made it difficult for him to keep up. With the slaves’ arms left free to work, their legs were kept tightly hobbled. This proved successful in keeping them more subdued, by not allowing them to believe they might stand a chance at running away or rebelling against the mine’s guards.
As he approached, he quickly spotted Ashley standing just behind Heather. Seeing her bound and naked body at the end of Heather’s leash, with her large jutting tits displaying the cruel heart shaped jewelry and her smooth bald pussy in plain sight; a fresh wave of despair washed over him. His mind was now a jumbled mess of tormenting distress as the sight of Heather – a former fiancée, and Ashley – his wife, flooded his thoughts with memories he’d worked so hard to suppress since arriving in the mines.
Now standing only feet from Ashley, Jason’s mind and body was helpless against the incredible sight of her enslaved sexy body. Almost immediately, his loin cloth began rise.
“Look at you Jason!” exclaimed Heather. “You’re already getting hard. But I suppose that’s what makes you such a productive breeder and desirable boy toy.”
Slowly circling behind Ashley, Heather released her wrist cuffs and elbow straps. Next, she handed Ashley a thick leash, a large ball gag, and a heavy clasp and said, “Here hold these.”
Stepping over to Jason, Heather stood face to face with him, her cruel smiling eyes deeply engaged with his, as she barked out her next order. “Ashley honey, prepare Jason with the items I handed you. He’ll be departing the mines with us.”
Understanding exactly
what was expected of her, she quickly replied, “Yes Mistress,” as she shifted behind Jason and went right to work. Grabbing his strong arms in her soft hands, she slowly pulled his wrists together and clasped them in-place. The distinct sound of the metal clasp snapping shut echoed through her head, as she took a moment to look at her husband’s strong arms, now securely fastened behind his back. Next, she reached around his head from behind and placed the large red ball gag to his lips.
Just before Jason felt the ball press against his lips, he felt Ashley’s metal nipple rings pressing against his restrained arms, followed immediately by her firm breasts. Trained to comply with a gag of any kind being positioned at his lips, Jason opened his mouth and allowed the ball to slip past his lips. A little surprised by his display of submissiveness, she hesitated for a moment, before pulling the straps together behind his head and buckling the gag in-place.
With Heather still standing before Jason with an evil look of lust in her eyes, she placed her index finger on the front of Jason’s ball gag and pushed it in just a little deeper, making sure it was properly set behind his perfect white teeth. Winking at him, she said, “Do we have a surprise for you today!”
She then leaned forward, placing her warm supple lips to his ear, and whispered softly, “You might call it a family reunion of sorts.”
Ashley couldn’t quite hear what she said, but by Jason’s subtle reaction she knew Heather got his attention. Reaching around his right shoulder, Ashley attached the leash to his collar, while Heather stood toe-to-toe with him.
Stepping back, Heather motioned for Ashley to return to her side. Next, she lifted his tent shaped loin cloth to inspect his semi-erect manhood. Reaching down she gently wrapped her soft hand around his stiffening shaft and slowly began to stroke his tool. She knew Ashley was watching very closely as she brought his impressive cock to a full erection, and that made her torment of Jason even more enjoyable.
That’s when one of guards asked, “Shall we equip him with a cock ring General?”
Giving Jason some time to think about the cruel ring that was designed to strangle his manhood, thus denying him the hope of climax while forcing him to stay erect regardless of the pain or discomfort, she finally responded, “No, not this time. I have other plans for him.”
Still marveling at Jason’s throbbing ribbed shaft, Ashley wasn’t ready when Heather released her pleasing grip on Jason and tried to hand her the end of his leash. “Here, take your former husband for me.”
Completely surprised by the request, she was slow to take the leash from Heather’s hand.
“What’s a matter Ash, not paying attention? Are we too overwhelmed with the memories of that cock? Tell me, do you miss the beast?”
Knowing her true feelings could not be uttered, it took her a moment to respond. “No Mistress. I belong to you now, and only you.”
Chuckling out loud, Heather ran her fingertips along Jason’s stretched jawline and said, “See that, she knows her place. She’s mine now and there’s nothing you can do to change that.”
Grabbing Ashley’s leash, she pulled her, and then Jason, toward the elevator. For the guards and slaves in the mines, it was an interesting sight to see. With the stunningly beautiful Ashley in tow behind her Mistress, Jason was now hobbling along on a leash behind Ashley, his once proud and committed wife.
* * *
Back in the large staging area of the compound, Heather and her two slaves were heading directly for the doors to the milking barn. As they approached the menacing doors, Ashley had a cold chill wash over her body. She knew her mother was still serving as a milker in the horrific barn, and that nothing good could come from visiting there, especially with Jason along.
Now just 20 feet from the doors, Ashley couldn’t stop herself from asking. “Mistress, please, w-why are w-we here?”
Stopping at the doors and grabbing a handle, Heather peered at Ashley with a stern look in her eyes. “Do I have to gag you too? If I wanted you to know why we were here, I would have told you, right!”
Lowering her head and eyes, she replied in sheepish tone, “Yes Mistress, I’m sorry Mistress.”
Pulling one of the doors open, Heather began to mumble just loud enough for Ashley to hear. “This is what happens when you don’t gag your slaves in public.”
Entering the milking barn’s receiving room and seeing the frames designed to hold the milking slaves while they received their hormone shots and harnesses was frightening. The clean and sterile look of the procedure room made it feel cold and menacing. But it was the sight of the women currently trapped in the frames that had their full attention. Neither Ashley nor Jason had ever seen this fiendish room in action. All Ashley could envision now was the sight of mother trapped in one of the awful frames when she arrived here.
Having a moment to think about it, Ashley realized these were the women from the latest delivery trucks who were designated for milking. Having visited her mother one time before, she had a limited understanding of the milking barn. All she knew was what she saw when she had the unfortunate opportunity to witness her mother scrambling for a milking machine in the parlor. Having watched her mother and two neighbors endure the daily routine one time before, she understood how the new arrivals would soon be suffering at the mercy of the awful hormone and the machines.
Pulling Ashley and Jason slowly across the front of the procedure room, ensuring that the bound and stretched women in the frames got a good look at them, Heather then stopped at the far door. Turning back to face the panic-stricken new arrivals to the milking barn, she announced, “We thank you for your service to the Talistaun! And who knows, perhaps our paths will cross one day.”
Reaching for the door knob, they suddenly heard a squeal from one of the gagged women on the frames. Looking back to see what happened, Heather, Ashley and Jason saw one of designated milkers getting her hormone shot. With a large needle buried deep in her ass cheek, they watched the head-nurse push the plunger down as the contents streamed into the helpless woman’s trembling body.
Refocusing on her destination, Heather opened the door and pulled her cargo inside. Once inside, Ashley and Jason were shocked and mesmerized by what they saw. Positioned near the far wall was Angelina! Her naked, gagged, and harnessed body was standing straight up with her legs spread wide open and her arms secured behind her back. Her cuffed ankles were secured to eyebolts in the floor, and circling her neck was a wide metal collar that was fastened to a ridged metal rod that extended to the ceiling above.
With her ankles bent sharply atop her heels, and the ceiling mounted rod welded to the back of her metal collar, she was fastened securely in-place with amazing efficiency. But it was her astoundingly large breasts that really had their eyes. Clearly, Angie had not been allowed to visit the milking machines yet. Her enormous breasts, supported by the well-designed harness, stood out from her body like overinflated balloons.
Unable to bend in any way to relieve the stress on her body from her heavy breasts, her discomfort and humiliation was obviously intense. The tormented look in her eyes and expression on her face was unmistakable; she desperately needed to release her milk load soon.
Angie didn’t know why she was there. All she knew was that an hour before milking time, she was abruptly pulled from the pen and mounted in her current position. But seeing her daughter and Jason entering the room didn’t give her good feeling. She knew something awful had to be brewing, but all she really cared about for the moment was getting to the machines ASAP.
The room itself was 25’ x 25’. The four walls were rather plain and painted white. There were no windows, and only the one door to enter and exit through. The floor had several flush mount / folding eyebolts spread about, while the ceiling appeared to have several more places for additional metal rods to be threaded into, with many just above the numerous eyebolts on the floor. Aside from Angelina, the only other items visible were two simple bar stools and a tall narrow cabinet, all located in one corner.
/> Pulling Ashley and Jason closer to Angie, she stopped a few feet away and said, “It shouldn’t be long now. We have a little surprise in-store for all of you.”
Releasing Ashley’s leash, Heather took a couple of steps to Angie and reached out to caress her enormous tits. When Angie gasped a deep breath in through her nose, Heather began to gently lift and massage her milk laden globes.
“I’m continually amazed by the effectiveness of the Talistaun’s milking program. I can’t imagine what it must feel like…… I hear that many of the milkers climax multiple times during the extraction of their precious milk. Are the machines really that pleasurable?”
Responding to Heather’s sensual touch and comment, Angie began to twist and moan in torment. Her helpless body was now quivering as her large nipples began to bead with her juices, when the room’s only door suddenly burst open. Startled by the noise, they all looked to the door as a soldier slowly entered the room.
Immediately, they heard the distinctive sounds of clanging shackle chains and muffled moans. They knew right away that there were two or more shackled and gagged captives on their way in. And by the distressed sound of their moaning and groaning, they knew the shocking sight of the procedure room was having its intended effect.
With a rope in hand, the soldier was forcibly pulling the bound and terrified folks into the large room. And when they finally appeared in full view, Ashley and Angelina were overwhelmed with grief and alarm. Struggling against the soldier’s taught rope was General Jack Jollety, followed by a tall, slender, and amazing sexy redhead that no one recognized.
The day they desperately hoped would never come, had arrived. Sporting a large red ball gag, with his arms shackled behind him and tethered to his ankle cuffs, their last hope for rescue from the Talistaun just walked through the door at the end of a rope!
Laughing out loud at their obvious distress, Heather said, “Look who we found!”