Preparations

 

“Will the boys... our masters, I mean, want to put their thingies, you know, inside me sometime?” Jemima asked hesitantly.

Amber smiled, amused by the girl’s naivety of speech.

“They’re called ‘penises’, properly speaking, though the boys call them ‘cocks’ or ‘pricks’. Yes, I think they’d love to put them inside you. They wanted to earlier, but Sally thought you needed to be broken in gently. You’re a virgin. The first time should be a bit special. Don’t worry, it’ll happen soon enough. Right now we’ve got to concentrate on getting these things finished.”

It was a couple of hours since Jemima’s initiation into the service of SCRAW. She and Amber were working busily in the loft. They were both naked and chained to posts by their ankles, with enough slack to allow them to fetch tools and other items from the selection the boys had brought up.

They had all been shocked by Jemima’s graphic description of the torments Arabella was putting Sue Drake through. Jemima had ended with a plea to rescue Sue as soon as possible, before Arabella inflicted some serious injury on her.

The idea of rescuing a genuine damsel in distress appealed to the quirky side of Amber’s nature, and she’d have done it even if it hadn’t also been a means of getting back at Arabella. None of the others had needed further encouragement to agree they should make the attempt, and they decided to do it that very night. Jemima had insisted, with surprising stubbornness, that she would go with them. She knew the Hall grounds and the best route to the playhouse, and she said that when they found Sue, she could reassure her that they meant her no harm.

If Jemima was to participate in the rescue and consequently be out all night, she had to have an alibi. Sally took up Miss Newcombe’s offer and went to School Cottage to look over her possible new home. While she kept her occupied, the boys took Jemima into the school office to use its phone. She made two calls; one to her home to tell them Arabella had invited her to stay overnight at the Hall, the other to the Hall itself to leave a message for Arabella saying she was feeling unwell and had gone home. Jemima admitted that Arabella might think she was simply making an excuse to keep away after the humiliating treatment she had received earlier, but doubted Arabella would care. None of the other snooties were likely to check up on her. As to her parents, they would be flattered to think she had been invited to stay over at the Hall.

When the calls had been made, the boys brought Jemima back to the loft and secured her with Amber. They then went off to continue their assigned jobs about the school and to prepare for tea, leaving Amber, advised by Jemima, to plan their entry to the Hall grounds and make whatever special equipment they needed. The boys also left their copy of THE CARE AND TRAINING OF BONDSLAVES with them. There were diagrams of certain devices within it that they wanted Amber and Jemima to make using the tools and materials they had accumulated in making the Training Horse the previous day.

It was as they were working on this task, shaping rope, wire and leather, that Jemima asked about the boy’s intentions. Free to reveal her secret feelings at last, questions were pouring out of her. After pondering Amber’s answer for a moment, she asked: “Will it hurt?”

“Only briefly. Nothing like the paddling you’ve already had. And you’ll probably bleed a little, but that’s quite normal first time.” She looked at the younger girl closely. “Are you sure this is what you want?”

Jemima smiled, her eyes sparkling. “Oh yes. I know it now. Anyway, I can’t help myself. It’s what I am.” She blushed. “I’ve had dreams about this sort of thing happening to me, though I didn’t know enough to make them very accurate.”

“And how does reality measure up to your dreams?”

Jemima looked about her at the loft, the Training Horse standing in the corner and the ropes and chains hanging from the walls of Amber’s pen. “Oh, this is much better! It feels like the right sort of place for what’s happening to me... to us. I like it here working like this, now I know what I am and what’s expected of me. I don’t have to play Arabella’s games or be made to hurt anybody.” She frowned. “But it was exciting to watch it happen. Even when I hated what Arabella was doing to Sue, I couldn’t take my eyes off her. And I like to be tied up and punished myself. Sally said she could enjoy that sort of thing as well. Do you?”

“I’m getting to like it more than I did,” Amber admitted dryly. “It’s fun if it’s done properly with sex mixed in with it. The boys are learning.”

“Knowing you’re helpless is exciting, isn’t it?” Jemima said brightly. “Thinking of all the things they might do to you - like in the book.”

The slave training book had fascinated Jemima even more than Amber. She had leafed through it as soon as the boys had left; shocked, amazed and utterly absorbed. As soon as they had finished what they were making she wanted to look further.

Jemima was frowning again. “But why is it different when Arabella does it? I came when she made Sue lick my cunny - I couldn’t help myself - but I didn’t enjoy the rest of it much.” She blushed. “But it felt so different when you were licking me in between the smacking and the clothes pegs. Why?”

Amber considered. “Maybe because there’s a point to it with the boys. They like playing with you and seeing you suffer. You feel that. It helps you find the pleasure in it all for yourself. I think Arabella’s mean at heart. You know you can never satisfy her. All you’re left with is the pain.”

Jemima’s face darkened. “Sue said we can’t choose who masters us. I think she loves Arabella in a way. She’d do anything for her if she got a little love back.”

“Poor kid,” said Amber.

A little later the trapdoor opened and Sally climbed up into the loft. She brought cheese, apples, bread and a sweet cake for each of them from the village. They tucked in hungrily.

“How did your meeting with Miss Newcombe go?” Amber asked Sally between bites.

Sally looked thoughtful. “She showed me about her cottage. It’s quite a nice place. There’s a little bedroom sort of tucked in under the roof that she said I could have. I never had my own room before. Then we talked about what my duties would be. Doesn’t sound so bad. I think she’d be strict, mind.”

Amber looked at Sally with interest. There was a wistful tone in her voice that she hadn’t heard before. “Yes,” she agreed. “She struck me as being pretty tough when I met her. But do you think you can keep her occupied tonight? This job’s going to take some time. We have to be sure she won’t make her rounds and find the boys missing.”

“No trouble,” Sally said confidently. “She wants me, I could smell it. I’ll make her show just how much. That’ll keep her out of your way.”