“That’s what you want?”
“Yes. She doesn’t deserve the same as Margaret.”
“Done,” said Nigel. He unscrewed the lid on Julie’s box and unbuckled the strap holding her down. He and the man he had hired to help him, lifted the frightened girl from the box and sat her on the floor. But they didn’t untie her or un-gag her.
“I expect Julie has someplace she would like to go to? Some place far from here?” The black girl nodded. “Good. And I expect that there is enough cash or jewelry around here to settle her wages?” Again Julie nodded. “Good. Then we’ll leave her here. She’ll stay tied and a prisoner for one day, Then Bill here will come back and untie her, and she’ll be free. I’m doing it this way to make sure that she doesn’t suddenly have an attack of some sort of loyalty to Margaret and try to call the police to stop Margaret from being shipped out of the country.” Julie was shaking her head to let all know that she wouldn’t do that. Or maybe she was saying that she didn’t want to be left alone for twenty-four hours bound like she was. Either way, Nigel ignored her.
“By the way, Natasha is expecting her. I’ll call her as soon as Margaret is on the plane. She’ll be waiting. I doubt Margaret will be in that box more than two days before Natasha gets her hands on her.” He paused then added, “She’ll probably wish she were back in the box before Natasha is finished with her.”
Jan seemed pleased with the way things were turning out.
Before she lead the twins and Donna out, she whispered in Nigel’s ear then kissed him.
With the girls gone, Nigel and the other man carried Julie down the hall to a small room with bird cage like cages hanging from the ceiling. When they left, Julie was crammed into one of the cages, and swaying in the air near the ceiling. They turned off the lights before they left. Apparently Jan was grateful to Julie for small favors, but not too grateful.
There was the swish of leather flashing through the air followed by a female scream of pain. Then a second swish and cry.
“That is simply to show you that I can do it,” said Nigel as he tossed the whip down. Jan, who was the recipient of the two hard and painful lashes across her bottom, looked up into the eyes of this man she loved. Her arms were bound behind her back, the wrists crossed and the elbows linked with tight ropes but not touching, It was a firm bondage and inescapable but one that this naked woman could wear for a long time with no problems. She had been kneeling with her head touching the floor, bottom sticking up in the air for the two strokes. Now she rose and shuffled around on her knees so she was facing Nigel. Her ankles being bound together made it a little slow to do.
“Yes, Master,” Jan said in a quiet voice. All those present knew that she meant it.
Then Jan crawled forward towards the now sitting Nigel until she was between his legs. Nigel, like all those in the dungeon room beneath Jan’s house, was naked. Jan crawled until her face was almost touching Nigel’s rigid male rod. Jan smiled up at her man, then took the female-satisfying tool into her soft, warm mouth. Slowly she began sliding her mouth up and down the huge rod. Nigel leaned farther back in his chair and had a very satisfied grin on his face.
The twins watched from the vantage point of two tiny cages swinging near the ceiling, There were Pip’s and Patsy’s bird cages from Margaret’s and held the naked and previously bound girls quite tightly. Both girls had been bound into balls with very tight ropes, elbows together behind their backs, legs tight together before they had been doubled up. Nigel was well aware of their abilities as escape artists and had made sure that they would not be freeing themselves this evening. Both girls were gagged, too.
Donna, on the other hand, was not tied into a ball and was not locked inside an iron-barred cage. She was astride the Horse with it’s sharp wooden edge cutting into the soft flesh of her sex. Her arms were bound together, elbows touching, and raised high behind her, forcing the girl to bend forward. Her legs were pulled wide apart and bound that way so all her weight was upon her pussy. She was also gagged. And she had been bound so that she faced the place where Nigel was demonstrating his domination over Jan.
“Things will be like this,” he continued as Jan worked his manhood deep into her mouth. “I’m the Master. No arguments, no hassle. But under me, Jan is second in command. The twins come next. And then Donna. Donna is a slavegirl and will stay that way the rest of her life. She is Jan’s slavegirl.”
Through the pain and agony of her outrageous bondage and punished pussy, Donna still managed to smile. She was still Jan’s slave and that was all that mattered. She might not like Jan being submissive to Nigel but she had no say in that matter.
“The twins may use Donna as they wish,” he continued in a lordly manner. “Jan will take care of that, as she always has. I will respect their tender ages and not use the twins as a man uses a woman.” Donna thought she heard sighs from the bird cages. “At least not for a few years.” Jan was working a little faster now. “Donna, of course, being a slavegirl, I will use as I wish.” That brought a muffled little cry of protest from Jan. But she did not allow his penis to slide out of her mouth. Nigel looked down at her. “I am the man around here. I’ve told you this before. I screw whatever woman I want, where ever and whenever. And however. And I will whip and punish any girl I wish. Understand?” His words were gentle but all could tell he meant them sincerely.
Jan nodded her head, which also served to resume her oral attentions of his manhood.
Nigel smiled. “Good. I think we’re all beginning to understand each other.”
Donna whined a little, not wanting to but the ache of that wooden edge cutting into her was horrible. She had been told that she would spend the entire night astride the Horse, an incredible eternity of suffering for any girl. Yet she felt only love for this man who had helped them so much. And a little tingle of excitement at the thought that he might be screwing her. She might feel guilt that all her sexual activities were not directed towards her beloved mistress, but Nigel was all man and Donna sincerely wished she were the one paying homage to that rod with her mouth.
When Nigel stood up and untied Jan’s ankles, Donna whined in frustration mixed with her pain. Then he lifted his woman to her feet, sat back down, then pulled her down over his shaft so that she was sitting on his lap, his shaft deeply impaled inside her. Her breasts were pressed hard against his chest and his arms were wrapped around her bound arms. She had thrown her head back and gasped aloud as her sheath had been invaded.
When he began bouncing Jan upon his shaft, Donna whined in pure frustration. She was in physical pain and emotional agony at seeing what her mistress was getting and she wanted so badly.
But it was such a lovely agony.