Jane was at a loss about what to do. A couple of hours ago, she was enjoying a carefree Spring day and waiting to meet her best friend in the world. Now she was a naked prisoner and was being groped by that same friend. She had to escape and get back to normalcy somehow. But how could she do it?
She gritted her teeth and, in a quick motion, lashed out with her right leg and swing with her free arm to catch the unsuspecting Emily off guard and send her sprawling backward. Emily grunted as she hit the floor and then shook her head to clear it.
"That wasn't very nice," she said as she sat up and grasped her knees to gaze at her prey.
"Well stripping me and groping me wasn't very nice, either," shouted Jane. Jane's whole body was tensed for action but she was also trembling, which probably betrayed her fear.
"Ooooo, I love the way your breasts bounce when you do that," grinned Emily as she remained seated on the floor. "Bend over and move your chest back and forth. I think they'll sway deliciously."
"Stop it!" screamed Jane. "Stop it, stop it, stop it! What do you want of me?"
"Why, everything of course," replied Emily. "I want everything. I want you completely and totally."
"I just don't understand," said a confused Jane.
"It's simple, really," Emily continued. "For years, I have loved you. And recently, I have wanted to own a slave. And then it finally dawned on me that you would be a perfect slavegirl for me. So I captured you and claimed you. Of course, I wanted to wait until you were finished with school. Having an educated slave is much better than having an ignorant one. And I might add a slaveboy someday. Maybe even another slavegirl. But that can wait."
"You're crazy!" Jane uttered as she shook her head in disbelief. "This can't be happening to me."
Emily remained silent but inwardly smiled as she watched the captive girl. And she congratulated herself on her catch. Jane was truly beautiful. She was taller than average at five feet ten inches, just an inch shorter than Emily. She had a beautiful almond-shaped face with aristocratic features. Beautiful green eyes were temporarily wet with tears, but Emily knew that would change soon enough.
A slender but angular nose and a well-defined, strong chin gave her face definition. She had the elegant look of a model and, when her long slender neck was added to the mix, the look was elevated to that of royalty. "My own personal slave princess," mused Emily.
Jane's flesh was soft, supple and toned. Jane had always been active and reasonably athletic. She was sure that her prisoner had little fat and what body fat she did have was splendidly distributed and put to good use. Emily's earlier fondling had told her how amazingly soft and smooth and tender Jane was. A perfect specimen of femininity.
Her skin still showed faint tan lines from time spent in the sun during the previous Summer. Emily remembered how beautifully Jane tanned and licked her lips as she pictured her slave tanned to a nice golden brown. "No tan lines this Summer," she thought.
Jane had many "best features" and certainly her breasts were near the top of that list. Full and firm and without a hint of sagging, they stood proudly on the naked woman's chest. Again, Emily found herself licking her lips as she eyed the mouthwatering nipples that capped the breasts. Each areola was slightly larger than a quarter and each nipple seemed to be perpetually erect. Emily wondered how sensitive the delectable nubs were and made a mental note to find out in the near future.
From the chest down, Jane was a spectacular combination of curves as her body narrowed to a slender waist before flaring out to smallish, but still extremely feminine hips. Emily saw Jane's belly quivering nervously and saw how tight and fit the girl's musculature was. Moving downward, Emily saw the brown thatch of hair covering Jane's mound and noticed how neatly manicured it was. This was quite attractive to Emily and left her in a quandary. She had planned on shaving off that hair but now she wasn't so sure.
The image was capped off by two long, slender, strong legs that tapered down to delicate ankles. "Even her feet are beautiful," thought Emily as she eyed Jane's feet with their red, painted nails.
So far, Emily's plan had worked perfectly. She had captured the beautiful prey and had spirited her to her home where she could enjoy the new toy in seclusion and privacy. The best part of this old farm was that it was relatively free from prying eyes. The closest neighbors were the Hopewells, a couple who had also escaped to the country from the big city, but they were at least a half mile away and rarely dropped by unannounced. But Emily's problem was that she had run out of plan. She had devised a scheme to capture Jane. Now, she needed to figure out what to do with her.
She found the whole scene highly erotic and knew, without touching herself, that her sex was so wet that it could be considered swampy. Having a naked girl chained to the wall of your living room sent all sorts of sexual thrills through one's mind and she wondered if Jane also saw anything erotic in the image.
But she found herself wondering why she found this so appealing. It wasn't as if she were a lesbian or anything like that. Sure, she had fooled around with some girls in high school and, later, in college. But it had all been kind of experimental and exploratory and light. Lips and laughs, she used to call it because those scenes had been mostly filled with kissing and giggling and a little bit of petting thrown in. The heaviest it had gotten was in college when she and another girl had sat naked on the bed together and masturbated each other to orgasm.
She still enjoyed men. In fact, her current boyfriend was very good in bed. She decided that she definitely enjoyed heterosexual activities. "I wonder," she thought, "if I should share pip with Rob? That might make things interesting. I'll have to think about that."
Emily gazed at Jane and saw her leaning back against the wall, looking defeated. Now she would be able to explore the softer side of sex a lot more. But where to start?
Jane's tears had stopped flowing by this time. Emily got back to her feet and approached her girl causing Jane to tense again.
"Relax, little one. I'm not going to hurt you," she said gently as she reached out and brushed a stray hair off of Jane's cheek. "This will be a lot of fun and it will be exciting. You'll see."
"But you kidnapped me, Em," she said softly. "You could go to prison for that."
"Yes, I suppose I did," replied Emily. "And I suppose I could. Well let's just see how it goes for awhile. If it doesn't work for both of us, I promise I'll release you and you will be free to send me to prison. But in the meantime, you're my slave."
"For how long?" asked Jane, hopefully.
"I don't know. We'll have to play it by ear. But we should know soon enough, I would think."
"A day? A week? How long?"
"I really don't know, pip," replied Emily. "You'll just have to trust me."
Jane groaned. "What will I have to do? What do you expect of me?"
Emily smiled. "Everything. "You'll have to do everything that I tell you to do. That's what being a slave is all about."
"But what's included in everything?"
"We'll see. Probably some chores. I think I might like having you bathe me and dress me and serve me. I like to be pampered. And I would imagine that sex will enter into it."
Jane gasped. "Sex with you? But I'm not lesbian!"
"I'm not either," smiled Emily, letting her fingers trace Jane's jawline. "But I've thought about what it must be like. And now we'll both get a chance to explore it. We'll call ourselves bi though. Not lesbian."
"And there may be sex with others," Emily continued. "I'll be sure to sprinkle in enough men to keep us from thinking that we're lesbians. And there are endless other possibilities. I read a story once where a girl was treated as a pony. It might be fun to harness you and drive you around the farm."