The Bonds of Submission

 

Sally sat astride Jane’s hips as though straddling a horse. Their open thighs faced each other so that their pubic hair, dark blonde and black, brushed and merged. Sally leaned forward, kneading Jane’s warm soft breasts gently, rolling the nipples between thumb and forefinger to keep their hardness. Every so often she would dip her head and kiss her slave deeply. Jane responded with passion. Their tongues twined and fondled.

“Feel better now?” Sally asked, looking down at Jane’s flushed face.

“Yes, Mistress. Thank you for the lesson, Mistress.”

“Oh, that’s just the beginning. What you just had was the sort of thrashing a bondslave might get for breaking a plate. That’s nothing.” She looked at her slave thoughtfully. “You said this morning that you knew the sort of things coppers did to pillory girls. Ever heard of ‘sucking wood’?”

“No, Mistress,” Jane said warily.

“Sometimes, on wet days when there’s nothing better to do, and a policeman wants a bit of fun with you but can’t be bothered to get it up, he makes you do it with his truncheon instead.

Sally felt a shudder of apprehension pass through Jane’s body and smiled. “Don’t worry, they didn’t have any truncheons down the village.” She reached over and pulled something else from her bag. “But this ought to do as well.” It was a cucumber.

 

Jackson had his hands over Sue’s mouth, stifling her screams for help. He looked about at the others, clearly dazed by her unexpected reaction. Why was the girl they’d come to rescue screaming for her brutal mistress to save her from them? Even Jemima seemed unable to calm Sue and tears were filling the younger girl’s eyes.

“What’s the matter with her?” Harris said.

“She can’t really want to stay here,” said Gosset.

Amber made several urgent squeaks to gain their attention and finally had her gag removed. “She can’t help herself - she’s been conditioned to obey Arabella!” she gasped, realising even as she spoke that the boys were unlikely to understand the term. She continued: “If someone’s held captive long enough they can start identifying with their captors, even loving them in a strange way, despite how they’ve been treated.” She looked at the marks all over Sue’s abused body and thought of what Jemima had told her of Sue’s submissive nature. Yes, a girl like this could very well fall under Arabella’s influence.

“But what do we do about it?” Jackson snapped desperately. “We can’t take her with us like this. Even if we tie her up and carry her, how do we get her over the wall? We’ll have to leave her.”

“No!” Jemima wailed.

“No, what you must do is teach her that you’re her new masters. I think she wants to be dominated, but also cared for. Show her you’ll be better at that than Arabella.”

“Here and now?” Jackson looked baffled. “How?”

Amber smiled. “Masters, you know how...”

 

Now Sally rode Jane like a horse, making her buck and toss in a desperate attempt to accommodate the cucumber that was stretching her front passage and jutting out bizarrely from between her vaginal lips. Again Sally reached behind her and grasped the vegetable, twisting and working it round in a stirring motion, then ramming it a little further up into her sweating, trembling slave.

“That’s better, you can do it!” Sally told her. “Suck it hard! It’ll get softer the more you try. What’re you griping about? This is easier than a truncheon.”

Jane came with a series of ever shorter rising gasps and a final groan of pleasure and release that sounded as though it had been wrenched from her soul. Sally felt the cucumber jerk in her hands as it was gripped by spasming vaginal muscles. Then Jane’s eyes closed and she went limp, lost in a post-orgasmic swoon.

Sally smiled down at her, fingering her own sticky slit. This was exciting.

She gave Jane a couple of minutes to recover, then slapped her cheeks to regain her attention. Jane’s eyes flickered open. She looked dazed by what had happened.

“That was good,” Sally told her. “Now you’re going to tongue me out.”

She turned herself about until she was facing the foot of the bed and settled down onto Jane again, squatting down, pushing back her bottom and spreading her knees so that her gaping pink love mouth ground into Jane’s face. Sally felt Jane’s tongue dutifully slip into her cleft and begin to work away at her hardened clitoris. Meanwhile she enjoyed the sight just inches before her eyes of the cucumber rising grotesquely out of Jane’s cleft. Her labia were shiny wet and rimmed with green flecks of vegetable skin. Sally pumped the cucumber up and down a few times, then began to lick the vegetable flavoured with the juices of a school matron.

 

Sue writhed and jerked at her chains as the boys raped her, biting on the gag strap they had put back in her mouth to mute her cries. And as they mounted her they whispered in her ear:

“Who’s inside you now? Not Arabella.”

“She doesn’t really love you.”

“You’re too pretty to be wasted on an ungrateful piece like her. Come with us.”

“We’ll treat you properly.”

“Look, we’ve got two girls already. They like what we do. Ask them.”

And once each boy had spent himself inside Sue, he held her tossing head steady and kissed first her gag-split lips then each of her tortured breasts, telling her truthfully how much he had enjoyed her.

Amber and Jemima huddled in a corner side by side, their arms restrained and their leashes thrown over their shoulders and tied about their ankles to ensure they did not wander. Once again Amber felt her sense of reality askew. They were watching a gang-bang hoping it would bring a girl to her senses enough to realise her salvation lay with a bunch of lads who would keep her as a sex slave.

Yet it was really happening and she was hoping it would work. From what Jemima had told them, simple straightforward sex was the last thing Sue had been having. The kisses might help as well. Amber felt proud about having taught the boys about them. Sue must be hungry for such simple pleasures. Judging by the state of her, the sooner they got her out of Arabella’s clutches the better. She really would be better off belonging to the boys. Not that Amber could blame Arabella for wanting to keep Sue. She had that special vulnerable beauty that just begged to be mastered...

Amber shook her head, but she couldn’t deny the excitement the idea had roused within her. She wanted Sue as well... as her own slave.

She glanced at Jemima.

The girl was watching the hard cocks ramming into her friend with unblinking, hungry, fascination. Amber realised that the thing Jemima most wanted at that moment was to be in Sue’s place receiving the same treatment. She’d offer up her virginity on a plate to the boys without a second thought.

What a crazy place this was.

Gradually the fight was driven out of Sue and she lay unresisting in her chains as the boys pounded away between her legs. Perhaps it was simple exhaustion. Hopefully it was the automatic response of her nature to the boys’ attentions. Their honest lust for her must be more appealing than Arabella’s cold and frightening dominance.

The last boy withdrew, leaving Sue dazed, slick with sweat and breathing heavily. Her pubic hair was matted with sperm and her already abused cunt lips were red and swollen. Jackson dragged Jemima forward once more.

“Get her to see sense!” he hissed, glancing at his watch and calculating the time it would take them to get back to school. “We can’t wait any longer.”

Jemima kissed Sue’s flushed cheek. “Please come with us, Sue. If you don’t Arabella might really hurt you. You know she doesn’t love you... but I do. We can be together. They’ll make us do all sorts of lovely, naughty things. Please?”

Sue slowly turned her beautiful face to Jemima, searching her eyes in hope and wonder - and then burst into tears.

It was the release of some inner emotional dam. The boys, still adjusting their trousers, actually looked embarrassed. She had been absolutely naked to them physically, but this was something deeper.

Slowly the tears subsided. Sue turned to the boys, biting her lip in trepidation. “Please take me away from here,” she begged. “I’ll be very good, I’ll do anything you want.”

The boys grinned.

“Masters,” Amber said quickly. “It might confuse Arabella further if we take all of Sue’s things with us, including her bike downstairs. It’s what Sue would do if she got herself free and ran off. Arabella won’t know what’s happened to her then.”

“Right, we’ll do it,” Jackson agreed. “Now get those chains off her.”

As Amber set to work again she decided there was no need to mention that, if she guessed right, there was another of the puzzle box phalluses amongst Sue’s possessions.

 

Jane was so stiff and numb when Sally finally removed the cucumber and released her from her spread-eagled position, that it was easy, if painful for her, to be arranged in a new and quite different posture.

Jane groaned as she was re-bound, and asked plaintively: “Mistress, what are you doing now?”

“Teaching you not to ask so many questions!” Sally said sharply. “Slaves don’t ask, they just obey. You talk too much. I’d better do something about that.” She finished tying her. “The sickroom’s next door, ain’t it?”

“Yes, Mistress. But please don’t...”

But Sally had already gone out of the door.

 

The rescue party climbed wearily back up into the loft. Harris and Bickley, who’d been carrying Sue’s bike and loaded panniers, dumped them gratefully in a corner.

Sue, a rope collar and leash round her neck and her hands bound behind her back, blinked uncertainly at her new home. She looked desperately tired, Amber thought. Of course, she’d had no proper exercise or sleep for days, either being worked to exhaustion or confined and bound for long hours. Her latest emotional wrench combined with the strain of the ‘rape therapy’ she had undergone and the walk back from the Hall had been almost too much for her.

Jackson looked at his watch. “We’ll have to get back to the dorm and get some sleep. Sister’s going to have more jobs for us tomorrow.”

“Leave Sue to us, Masters,” Amber said. “When you come back in the morning she’ll be ready and eager to serve you again.”

The boys removed the girls’ harnesses and chained them by the ankles once again. They untied Sue’s ropes then kissed her in a suitably masterful fashion, holding her by the hair with one hand while clasping a handful of plump buttock with the other. They looked at each other, grinned, and took it in turns to kiss their other two slaves in the same fashion. Jemima blushed with delight, clearly considering kisses of that intimacy to be a major step forward on her road to adulthood.

Then the boys climbed back down the ladder. The last sight they had was Sue’s curious expression as they closed and locked the trapdoor behind them.

Weary but very content, the boys crossed the stretch of gravel to the fire escape and climbed back up to their dormitory. Once inside they stowed the rope ladder and pole behind the wall panel and changed by torchlight back into their pyjamas, conversing only in whispers. They were sure Sally was distracting Sister Newcombe as planned, but they didn’t want to risk making unnecessary noise.

It was just as they were settling under the covers that, without any warning, the door of the dormitory swung open and the overhead light was switched on.

They jerked upright with hearts leaping, only to see Sally, naked as the day she was born and brimming with brazen self-confidence, stride impatiently into the dormitory.

“I thought you’d never get back,” she said. “How’d it go?”

They goggled, momentarily lost for words, nonplussed by the sight of her. Inside the school, their own dormitory even, a naked girl seemed shocking. An acute sense of guilt and impropriety overcame them.

“You can’t come in here!” Gosset said, unconsciously pulling his bedclothes modestly up about him.

“Be quiet!” Jackson hissed. “Sister will hear you!”

“Oh, she won’t hear anything,” Sally assured them. “Now how’d it go?”

“Fine,” Jackson said hastily. “She’s in the loft with the other two and nobody saw us. Now please go away!”

Parsons was frowning. “Why won’t Sister hear us?” he asked. “What have you done with her?”

Sally grinned mischievously. “Just teaching her a lesson about slavery. Want to see?”

The boys exchanged uncertain glances.

“Come on!” Sally said. “It’s perfectly safe. She won’t know you’re there. Just don’t say anything.”

Curiosity made such an invitation impossible to refuse. They climbed out of their beds and followed after Sally’s pale, impudently rolling buttocks as they led them along the dimly lit corridor, through the door to the infirmary and up the short flight of stairs to Sister Newcombe’s bedroom. Outside the bedroom door she put her finger to her lips, then ushered them silently inside.

Jane Newcombe was standing on the floor facing the foot of her bed. Her legs were spread very wide and tied by the ankles to the feet of the iron bedframe. More ropes round her thighs secured them to the top rail, holding them absolutely rigid. Her upper body was bent sharply forward at the hips, held outstretched by ropes about her wrists which were tied to the top rail of the bed’s headframe. Her reddened breasts dangled freely, nipples swollen and pointed. But the strangest sight was Miss Newcombe’s head, which was swathed in crepe bandage, wrapped firmly about her eyes and mouth and crossing several times over her ears, so that only her nose and locks of tousled hair were visible.

The boys gaped at the sight in jaw-dropping disbelief. The woman they had fantasised over and secretly spied upon for months was displayed before them in the most provocative manner they could imagine.

Sally waved them forward and gestured that they should bend down to look between Jane’s parted legs and admire the fleshy, split-peach of her sex that pouted from underneath the swell of her cane-striped buttocks. They saw her lovelips were stained green and sticky with drying juices, odorous with the animal scent of female discharge.

Testicles that had emptied themselves into Sue little more than an hour before were tightening under swelling erections that were straining to be released or thrusting proudly through pyjama trouser vents. The boys’ faces showed sudden desperate need for release.

Sally smiled and patted Jane on the bottom, causing her to flinch as well as her bonds allowed. Muffled by her bandages she evidently did not realise Sally had returned to the room. Sally bent over Jane’s bandage-swathed head and said loudly:

“Now you’ve had a rest, it’s time you found out the most important lesson about being a bondslave: anybody can have you. We’re going to pretend that those boys you’re in charge of aren’t sleeping quietly in their dorm, but have come in here and found you like this...” The boys gave a shocked start of surprise at her words. “They wouldn’t see a school matron, just a slave nicely set up for use. And that’s just what they’d do.”

The expression on the boys’ faces was almost comic as realization dawned. Sally picked up what had been a firm cucumber but was now rubbed yellow and softened for half its length.

“Now you’ve worn it down a bit, this old cucumber is going to stand in for their hard young cocks, understand?”

Jane was slow in responding so Sally picked up the bamboo and slashed it across her buttocks. The pale globes clenched inward at the burning blow and Jane nodded her cocooned head vigorously.

“That’s better,” said Sally. “I expect you to work at milking it just like it was a real cock. I’ll feel if you’re not trying. And you got to do it five times, understand?”

Jane nodded.

Sally pointed at Gosset, indicating he should take off his pyjamas.

Gosset gulped, then with trembling fingers obeyed. Sally pulled his hands behind his back. “She mustn’t feel anything but your cock touching her,” she whispered in his ear.

Sally rubbed the end of the cucumber up and down Miss Newcombe’s cleft, teasing the soft folds into readiness.

“Here comes the first one,” she said loudly.

Before he realised what she was doing, Sally had taken hold of Gosset’s erect member with a practised hand and fed it into the waiting slit.

A look of wonder and delight passed over Gosset’s face as his cock penetrated the hot succulent tunnel of flesh. He began to work his hips back and forth, straining to fill Miss Newcombe to the hilt, watching in fascination as tiny shivers crossed the flesh of her buttocks with every thrust he made. His dreams had come true. He was savouring the ultimate forbidden fruit, he was fucking his school matron - and she would never know!

Standing at Gosset’s side, Sally reached round and flicked the bamboo across Jane’s dangling breasts, setting them bouncing and swaying. Gosset gave a stifled gasp as he felt Miss Newcombe’s ribbed passage contract about him. The extra tightness accelerated the inevitable. Gosset’s face contorted, his buttocks clenched as he spasmed, discharging his load into the receptacle intended for it by nature.

Gosset sagged and reluctantly withdrew his cock from its exquisite lodging place, a few drops of semen from his penis head falling to the floor.

Sally beckoned to Harris...

 

When the boys had all made use of the innocent object of their lust and had returned to their dormitory completely satiated, and no trace of their presence remained in the room, Sally released Jane Newcombe. The older woman slumped exhausted onto the bed, her hand sliding between her thighs to probe, very carefully, the swollen lips of her vulva.

“I never knew a cucumber could feel like that, Mistress.”

“You can call me Sally again. The lesson’s over.”

Miss Newcombe, her face flushed from her exertions, looked at her intently. “Well, have I passed your challenge? Do you believe my offer is genuine?”

“Yeah, I think so.”

“And? Will you be my bondslave?”

“Give me a couple of days to think about it.”