They approached the spot where they had been captured the day before. Katherine had finally agreed to come back after Laura had relentlessly guilted her into it but she agreed on the condition that they hop over the rope this time.
"We agreed to let them try to capture us. We didn't agree to be captured," she had explained. "We'll be there but we don't have to let them capture us."
"That's fair," Laura had agreed.
When they got closer to the spot, they saw the rope. Through prior agreement, they both effortlessly hopped over it and Katherine smiled smugly.
About five yards further on, though, they both fell to the ground. The boys had set up a second rope to fell their prey.
"We figured you'd do that," reported one of the boys as they claimed their prizes. As soon as they fell, the four boys appeared out of nowhere and were upon the two girls. This time, they were both stripped on the spot and then bound and marched off to the cave.
After they were secured to their respective vines, Laura decided to play along with their game. "Oh, I can't bear the thought of torture! I confess! We blew up the train station. We stole your battle plans. We assassinated your general."
"Oh," said one of the boys. "We're not commandos today."
"What are you," asked Katherine.
"Pirates," said another boy.
Laura learned the boys' names, although she could not keep them straight. Her constant admirer from the day before was Robbie and she knew him. The others were Jack, Tom and Ronnie but she never really figured out which name went with which boy. They did not bring any friends or others as Katherine had feared. So once again, two naked girls were held captive by four curious teenage boys.
The day progressed much like the day before. It seemed that there was constantly a finger inside each of the women and they were either on the edge of an orgasm or recovering from one throughout most of the afternoon.
One new twist was bananas. One of the boys produced two bananas and they were immediately buried in two feminine tunnels. Now the boys could use them to bring the girls to orgasm by moving the fruit in and out of them and could reach deeper than they could with their fingers. They also discovered the girls' clits and toyed with these with great pleasure as the girls writhed in their bondage and moaned.
The boys continued their fascination with breasts. All four breasts were equally fondled, squeezed, pinched and sucked. The night before, Laura had heated up formula for Brigitte since she had been so thoroughly drained by the four hungry mouths. It looked like Brigitte would be dining on formula again tonight. Even Katherine's breasts, which were not even lactating, were suckled and feasted upon by the boys. It was all such great fun for them.
It grew dark and, once again, the boys led the girls through the night to the Chambeaux home after extracting another promise to return the next Saturday. And once again, the two girls walked naked with their hands tied behind their backs across the expansive lawn toward the house.
"I'm surprised they didn't fuck us," remarked Laura as they walked side by side.
"I doubt that they even know what fucking is," replied Katherine. "And I'm not about to bring it up."
They walked a little further before Katherine spoke again. "Indians? Jeeessshhh!!!"
Katherine could kick herself for her weakness or stupidity or both. She had vowed that she would not make another promise but she had failed herself. And she knew that Laura wouldn't let her break her promise.
The boys had said that they were going to be cowboys the next weekend and that she and Laura were going to be Indians. They also said that they were going to be camping out and asked if the two girls could spend the night.
Maybe she was weak, thought Katherine. Or maybe it was just because the boys were so cute and she didn't want to hurt their feelings. Or maybe, she thought, it was because deep inside she really enjoyed being held captive and sexually tormented. No, it couldn't be that.
Once again, Pierre opened the door and grinned. "I'm not even going to ask," was all he said. He untied their hands and watched the two naked girls as they disappeared upstairs together.
Chapter 11
For the period of four weeks, Ann continued her training. During the second week, Ann was to be a dominant to a male slave. Pierre had instructed Steve to stay home instead of coming to the office and Ann was his mistress for the day. By noon, Monique was so frustrated that she wanted to tie Ann to a post and whip her. She was not dominant at all and only seemed to want to have sex with the male slave. By early afternoon, Steve had climaxed so many times that he couldn't even stay erect. Monique called off the training for the day at that point.
The following week, Laura was Ann's slave. Ann did a little better with the docile female but it was clear that her heart was not in it. It was another short day.
On the fourth week, Pierre stayed home and Ann was his slave for the day. She flourished under his control and seemed to be very content in her role as his submissive. There was no sex. Instead, Pierre used a combination of praise and punishment to mold her to his will.
Training was ended at four o'clock. Pierre and Monique met with Ann after she had showered and dressed to return home. They asked her for her reaction to the four sessions. She did not hesitate to say that she was not dominant and that she was very comfortable as a sub. Although the stretching of her limits had been uncomfortable, she thrilled at being so controlled. The next party was coming up in a week and a half and she agreed that she should attend as Pierre's sub. Monique was already going to be attending as Alan's slave again, so she would not be available to dominate Ann.
"You have done well, little one," smiled Monique as she touched Ann's cheek and kissed her. Ann did not even flinch as the feminine lips sought out her own. "You are going to be the life of the party."
"The wife of the party," corrected Pierre. "This will be a side of you that Alan has never seen. He will be very proud of you."
Ann blushed at the praise. "Thank you, Mistress. Thank you, Master. What should I wear to the party?"
"Be here by four on that Saturday. Wear whatever you like. We will have Laura prepare you and we will provide your outfit for the night."
"Yes, Mistress. Thank you again for all that you have done for me."
Chapter 12
A week went by since Katherine and Laura were captured and held by the commandos. But they were due to meet their captors again due to Katherine's foolish promise. On Saturday morning, Laura went outside and fashioned two bows for them. They were actually just two sticks that were bowed into an arc by string tied between the two ends. They would never have been able to actually shoot an arrow but they would be adequate props for the afternoon's play. She left them by the trail that led into the forest.
At the normal time, Laura and Katherine donned their running gear and headed out, after Katherine told her mother that they would not be back until then next day. Monique had asked questions but Katherine just held her hand up as if to say, don't ask.
They were fully clothed again for this run and they retrieved their bows as they slipped into the forest. They each wore a fanny pack and they had moccasins on instead of running shoes. They followed the trail through the woods, running to get in their exercise. Then, before they emerged from the forest into the field surrounding the lake, they stopped.
They had discussed their plan in the morning. They were going to play along as best they could with the boys. The foursome had turned out to be good kids and neither of the women wanted to hurt their feelings although neither one of them especially wanted to be doing anything at all. They knew that what they were doing was wrong but, again, Katherine had promised the previous Sunday. "At least it's not more wrong," Katherine had reasoned. "Once you do something wrong, it doesn't make it worse by doing it again." Laura was not sure that she bought into that logic but she did feel bound by Katherine's promise. And Katherine agreed to try very hard not to repeat her promise in the future.