destiny ... but her belly throbbed and seethed with furious heat and she knew that she must, simply must,release the climax boiling within her.
With a choking sob, Gemma nodded her head, delivering herself helplessly into the power of her Masters!
"Very good, slavegirl," he said mockingly, "Then you may climax as the slave you are," and his lips returned to Gemma's trembling body, nuzzling into the slick, wet heat between her thighs, his tongue licking up and down the length of her parted sex and his lips capturing and tugging gently at the hard, protruding numb of her clitoris as she screamed in ecstatic anguish.
Her climax burst upon her like a bomb as the two women bent towards her and their warm, wet mouths fastened greedily on her outthrust breasts, lips and teeth sucking and nipping exquisitely at her rigid nipples, the added stimulation sending Gemma plunging over the precipice of her orgasm.
Far beyond control, Gemma's belly pulsed and shuddered and bucked as she surrendered unconditionally to the blazing passion forced upon her and before the watching eyes of her captors displayed the depth and extent of her sexual subjugation to their implacable will. Spasm after spasm racked her spreadeagled body and tears of shame and despair and unbearable pleasure poured down her gagged cheeks as Gemma recognised her defeat in the cruel grins of her watchers and knew that her body's betrayal of her condemned her to bondage and servitude for as long as her Masters chose to exert their absolute authority over her.
An authority which would and did, increase day by say as Gemma was trained and punished and rewarded until the obedience became almost second nature to her and her thoughts of escape and revenge grew less and less frequent as she came to the unwelcome realisation that there was no way out of her dilemma.
Her only consolation was that, so far at least, she had not actually been taken, but even that small comfort was overshadowed by the certainty that she would be!
By Roxwell, who would insist on getting full value for the money he had invested.
CHAPTER 4
Gemma stood motionless in the pose of a slavegirl's submission she had been taught so well, her back slightly arched and legs spread to display her breasts and belly, wrists tightly clasped at the small of her back and her head lowered.
She was neither bound nor gagged, but dared not break her position or make a sound, for she was in the presence of her trainers and was acutely conscious that the smallest breach of discipline on her part would bring forth instant retribution in the form of stinging lashes from the Devil's Palms hanging from the belts of her three watchers.
Her downcast eyes focused on the rapid rise and fall of her own naked breasts, but Gemma had been held prisoner long enough to no longer feel embarrassment at her enforced nudity and was only relieved that she had managed to get through a whole training session without incurring the displeasure of her captors and the punishment that invariably accompanied their displeasure.
The taller of her two female captors walked behind her, a broad shiny strap in her fist and Gemma winced as the leather was buckled tightly around her wrists, confining her hands behind her.
"Look up, slavegirl. See the nice new present we have for you.."
Obeying the order, Gemma bit back a gasp of dismay as her eyes fastened on the "present" laid out across her male trainer's arm. Polished black leather and shining steel glittered in the lights and she gulped nervously at what appeared to be a long, tapering tube of leather, wide at one end, but narrowing to a small bag at the other, with a heavy steel ring inset at the very tip. A line of much smaller steel rings ran up each edge of the V-shaped opening and through these, black leather lacing criss-crossed from top to bottom, while at the top edge, two long buckled straps were firmly stitched.
Gemma
With a choking sob, Gemma nodded her head, delivering herself helplessly into the power of her Masters!
"Very good, slavegirl," he said mockingly, "Then you may climax as the slave you are," and his lips returned to Gemma's trembling body, nuzzling into the slick, wet heat between her thighs, his tongue licking up and down the length of her parted sex and his lips capturing and tugging gently at the hard, protruding numb of her clitoris as she screamed in ecstatic anguish.
Her climax burst upon her like a bomb as the two women bent towards her and their warm, wet mouths fastened greedily on her outthrust breasts, lips and teeth sucking and nipping exquisitely at her rigid nipples, the added stimulation sending Gemma plunging over the precipice of her orgasm.
Far beyond control, Gemma's belly pulsed and shuddered and bucked as she surrendered unconditionally to the blazing passion forced upon her and before the watching eyes of her captors displayed the depth and extent of her sexual subjugation to their implacable will. Spasm after spasm racked her spreadeagled body and tears of shame and despair and unbearable pleasure poured down her gagged cheeks as Gemma recognised her defeat in the cruel grins of her watchers and knew that her body's betrayal of her condemned her to bondage and servitude for as long as her Masters chose to exert their absolute authority over her.
An authority which would and did, increase day by say as Gemma was trained and punished and rewarded until the obedience became almost second nature to her and her thoughts of escape and revenge grew less and less frequent as she came to the unwelcome realisation that there was no way out of her dilemma.
Her only consolation was that, so far at least, she had not actually been taken, but even that small comfort was overshadowed by the certainty that she would be!
By Roxwell, who would insist on getting full value for the money he had invested.
CHAPTER 4
Gemma stood motionless in the pose of a slavegirl's submission she had been taught so well, her back slightly arched and legs spread to display her breasts and belly, wrists tightly clasped at the small of her back and her head lowered.
She was neither bound nor gagged, but dared not break her position or make a sound, for she was in the presence of her trainers and was acutely conscious that the smallest breach of discipline on her part would bring forth instant retribution in the form of stinging lashes from the Devil's Palms hanging from the belts of her three watchers.
Her downcast eyes focused on the rapid rise and fall of her own naked breasts, but Gemma had been held prisoner long enough to no longer feel embarrassment at her enforced nudity and was only relieved that she had managed to get through a whole training session without incurring the displeasure of her captors and the punishment that invariably accompanied their displeasure.
The taller of her two female captors walked behind her, a broad shiny strap in her fist and Gemma winced as the leather was buckled tightly around her wrists, confining her hands behind her.
"Look up, slavegirl. See the nice new present we have for you.."
Obeying the order, Gemma bit back a gasp of dismay as her eyes fastened on the "present" laid out across her male trainer's arm. Polished black leather and shining steel glittered in the lights and she gulped nervously at what appeared to be a long, tapering tube of leather, wide at one end, but narrowing to a small bag at the other, with a heavy steel ring inset at the very tip. A line of much smaller steel rings ran up each edge of the V-shaped opening and through these, black leather lacing criss-crossed from top to bottom, while at the top edge, two long buckled straps were firmly stitched.
Gemma
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