“Yes, Mistress.” The black girl smiled widely and Donna knew she was remembering something with fondness.
“It may be doing harm to me,” Donna tried. “Inside, I mean.”
“Nonsense!” uttered Margaret. All it will do is make any man seem tame. If you ever do have a man use your pussy again.” That idea seemed to amuse Margaret. “Maybe I’ll let men use you, and maybe I won’t. Best enjoy this, Donna, dear, it may be the last penis you’ll ever get inside you.” She laughed at that thought.
Quickly Julie took one ankle, looped rope around it and pulled it up and behind Donna. The ropes tied the ankle very close to the back of the chair, pulling Donna’s knee wide. The other ankle was similarly tied and Donna found herself with her knees wide apart and her legs already uncomfortable. Then Julie tied one end of some rope to the rungs underneath the chair, brought that up behind the chair, and passed it through the padlock at her neck. She then ran the rope back to the rungs and pulled. Donna felt her neck being pulled back until her body was pressing against the chair back, pressing her arms between her back and the chair.
As Julie was binding Donna to the chair, Margaret informed the slavegirl of her plan for the twins. “They are not tied in any way very painful,” she said regretfully. “But the purpose of this morning’s exercise is to find out if they really are as good at escaping as I’ve heard, Each girl is tied the same, and fairly well. And I’m sure that by now they’ve noticed that Julie put the key to their cages on a table not far away. If they can free themselves from their ropes, they might be able to get at that key. I’m sure they’ve already figured that they might be able to get out of the cages and escape from my house before lunch when they think Julie is coming back to feed them and fix them in bondage for the afternoon.”
She paused to watch Julie knot a rope to the chair. “But they would be wrong. First off, the whole thing is a test. I want to see if they can escape from that rope bondage. And secondly, the key Julie so conveniently put in plain sight is not the key to their cages. If they free themselves and get the key, all it will gain them is punishment this afternoon for their attempt. They’ll never get out of those cages. But I’ll know if they really are as good as I’ve been told.” She smiled as Julie jerked on the rope binding Donna’s other ankle to the chair so that her foot was almost the level of the seat.
“The chair is bolted to the floor,” said Margaret, changing subjects. “It won’t move. The way you’re tied, you can maybe raise your hips a little but not much the way your neck is tied down behind you. No way you could ever get off the dildo,” she chuckled. “But you might be able to slide up and down maybe an inch. And we know what that will do, don’t we?”
Donna blushed. She knew that pumping her hips up and down to make that monster slide even a little ways in and out would sexually excite her already excited body. She knew that it wouldn’t take much to make her climax and vowed no to move even the tiniest. She would not allow herself to be seen having an orgasm on that huge thing. It would be too shameful.
“Gag her.” Margaret stood by as Julie carried out the command, using a big wad of rubber forced into her mouth and held in place with leather straps she buckled cruelly tight. “Punish her,” came the next order. “She was a lippy slavegirl this morning.”
Donna did not see them coming but certainly felt the wooden jaws clamp down on her tender nipples. Looking down she could just see two clothespins bobbing merrily from the ends of her nipples. She moaned into the gag and pleaded with her eyes.
“I said you would be punished for telling me to replace Jan with you,” Margaret said reasonably. “And you will. The clothespins will stay there until you’re untied. And you won’t be untied until Jan is.”
The room echoed with Margaret’s laughter as she left the two girls to suffer by themselves. Donna’s breath was coming in little pants as she tried to cope with the burning pain shooting into her breasts. She looked down at the wooden monsters happily clinging to her tits and whined with frustration that she couldn’t reach her hands around and pluck them off. She shook her shoulders, trying to dislodge them but the movement only made them bob more and that sent streaks of fire into her breasts. The chair she was tied to was solid and unmoving. Her neck was forced back and held solidly. There may not have been any more ropes on her body until you got down to her ankles, but the poor girl was held firmly in place by what was on her and by the huge dildo solidly planted on the wooden seat of the chair and inside her. She could shake her breasts only a bit, making the wooden clothespins sway a little from side to side as the bobbed up and down.
The chair faced the Horse. Both girls could easily see each other and each other’s suffering. Margaret had planned it that way. It was a long morning.
4
Sold into Slavery
It had, indeed, been a very long day for the two girls who suffered in the small room under Margaret Summers’ house. Jan sat astride the Horse, unmoving save for an occasional shake of her head and tremors that racked her lovely body. Donna sat astride the massive male phallus shoved deep within her vagina and tried not to allow its presence within to trigger the normal female sexual reactions. And she suffered not only from that intrusion into her private place, but from legs bent and pulled back to the chair, and from wrists locked in steel cuffs that hurt. And there were the wooden clothespins that bobbed merrily with every movement of her breasts. Midway through the morning, Donna decided to try again to shake off those little demons which made her nipples bum. Her efforts were as violent as allowed by her bondage: not much. But the wooden monsters bobbed back and forth and up and down in a dance that hurt the captive girl but didn’t seem to move them the slightest towards dislodgment.
But her efforts to shake her breasts had another, entirely different effect. Without realizing it, she was raising and lowering her whole body which, in turn, made the fixed dildo slide a bit within her sex. So concentrating on the damned wooden horrors was Donna that she hardly noticed the warm feeling growing within her loins and spreading. When she suddenly became aware that her struggles against the clothespins were rapidly stimulating her sex towards orgasm, it was too late. With a gasp and a moan, she suddenly blossomed into sexual ecstasy. Her whole body went rigid as a high pitched whine of pleasure escaped the rubber gag.
When she came down from a trembling sexual high, Donna felt only shame that her mistress should see her gaining such pleasure while Jan suffered. Donna knew from bitter experience that a girl on the Horse was not blessed with the temporary relief of an orgasm, intentional or not.
Surprisingly, sometime during her orgasm Donna had managed to shake one of the clothespins off. One nipple throbbed and stung but was free of the wooden vice.
It was a short-lived victory. Around lunch time Julie visited the two girls and, finding one clothespins missing smiled at Donna. “That must have been one powerful orgasm,” she chided. “You shook one of these plain off.” She pulled the other from Its captive nipple and Donna gasped at the sudden fresh pain. “Usually hurts more when they’re taken off, don’t it?” She left the room only to return a few moments later holding something in each hand, “Rules is rules,” she said with no real regret in her voice. “I got to replace the wooden clothespins with these. You would have been better off leaving them on,”
Donna sucked in her breath at the sight of two metal jawed clamps in Julie’s hands. The jaws were long and filled with sharp little teeth, teeth that were sure to bite into her tender flesh, probably hard enough to break the skin and tear at her nipples. Donna whined in protest but could not move her protruding breasts away from the approaching horrors. At least Julie did not let them snap on, she slowly applied each alligator clip. Still the metal teeth sank into Donna’s flesh and evoked gasps of new pain. “They ain’t gonna do no damage, honey,” Julie said. “But they sure gonna hurt you.” Then she was gone.