A Slave’s Slave

 

“I’ve been giving them lessons,” Amber said modestly, by way of explanation for the kisses Sue had received, as they watched the boys close the loft trapdoor and heard the padlock click on the other side.

Jemima threw her arms about Sue and hugged her. “You see, they’re really nice. You can be their slave and they won’t be beastly to you like Arabella.”

Sue was bewildered, blinking at their naked, camouflaged bodies. “I... don’t understand. What are you doing here like this, Miss Jemima?”

Jemima beamed a happy smile, still hugging Sue. “Just call me ‘Jemima’ - or ‘Jem’ if you like.” She giggled. “We’re both slaves now.”

“We haven’t been properly introduced,” Amber said. “My name’s Amber Jones.” Automatically she held out her hand and automatically Sue took it. The image of how odd they must appear; two naked women with chains around their ankles shaking hands so formally, struck them at the same moment. They grinned foolishly into each other’s faces, then broke into helpless laughter.

“I’m... I’m Sue Drake!” Sue choked out.

“Pleased... to meet you!” Amber replied, struggling to control herself.

“Sorry... but I haven’t laughed... for days!” Sue gasped. Then her face crumpled and the tears began to flow again.

“Get a blanket over her to warm her up and give her some food!” Amber told Jemima urgently.

Five minutes later Sue was huddled in blankets and seated between them on Amber’s makeshift bed, chewing on bread and cheese. Sue wiped her eyes with an unsteady hand.

“I’m... sorry about that. But after what’s happened... after what Miss Arabella did to me. At first I thought was going mad. Then I realised what I am...”

“It’s all right,” Amber reassured her. “This is all strange to me as well. I think we come from the same place. If I guess right, you came across a black lacquer box somewhere called Hoakam Woods?”

Sue’s eyes widened. “That’s right! You know about that?”

Amber smiled wryly. “It kind of belonged to me. Nevermind, it’s a long story. I just wondered if you still had the, uh, phallus that brought you here?”

“Oh... that. It was with my things in the playhouse, I remember... but I haven’t seen it since then.”

Jemima had been following their conversation with a curious frown. Now she spoke up: “Do you mean that rude sort of statue thing that was sticking inside you when we found you?”

“Yes!” Amber interjected. “Do you know what happened to it?”

“Arabella took it with her after she looked through Sue’s things,” Jemima said. “I suppose it must be in her room in the Hall now.”

Amber gave a disappointed sigh.

“Is it important?” Jemima asked.

“It might be. Don’t worry.” Amber smiled reassuringly at Jemima. “It’s not your problem. Now we’d better get ourselves cleaned up and get some sleep. You’ve got to go back home looking bright and fresh tomorrow morning, remember?” She saw Sue’s puzzled look. “Jem’s a sort of part-time slave,” she added helpfully.

Sue shook her head tiredly. “I really don’t understand any of this.”

“Well, it’s like this...” Amber began.

With interjections from Jemima, Amber explained their relationship with the boys and their mutual desire for revenge on Arabella, while they soaped and scrubbed the camouflage off their skins. Sue listened intently. When they were done, Sue turned wondering eyes on Jemima.

“You really did all this, let yourself be tortured and made a slave, to get me away from Arabella?”

Jemima blushed. “I was frightened Arabella would really hurt you, but I just wasn’t brave enough to stand up to her... well, you know what I am. When I found out what our masters - the Cranborough House boys, I mean - wanted, I realised I could let them make me tell them about you. It wasn’t hard...” She stared at the floor in embarrassment for a moment. “You can see that I like being treated this way, even if it is wicked and wrong. But that’s why I couldn’t keep my eyes off you while Arabella was doing all those terrible things. Then when you were in the water butt and I...”

Sue leaned over and kissed Jemima. “Thank you,” she said simply. “I knew what Arabella was, but I could never have left her, even if I’d been free to.” Sue turned to Amber. “And thank you for opening all those locks.”

“It’s a hobby of mine,” Amber said with a smile. “Hey, don’t I get a kiss too?”

Sue obliged and Amber revelled in the soft warmth of Sue’s body and the electric tingle as Sue’s heavy breasts brushed across her own nipples. After long seconds they drew apart and Sue looked at her uncertainly.

“You’re not like us, are you?” she said.

“What do you mean?”

“I’ve discovered my true nature over the last few days. I’m naturally servile, a submissive, a masochist, call it whatever you like. It would be stupid to pretend otherwise after what I let Arabella do to me, and loved it... most of the time, anyway. From what Jemima says I think she’s the same. But I don’t feel you’re the type to let people just walk over you.”

“In case you hadn’t noticed, I’m the boys’ slave, and they’ve done a pretty good job of keeping me in my place.”

“But some of the time she tells the boys what to do,” Jemima volunteered.

“And get punished if I say too much,” Amber pointed out. “But you’re right, I’m not a total submissive - though I’ve found out it can be fun for a while as a sort of game. But I’m not planning to make a career out of it.”

“I think,” Sue said slowly, “that there’s comfort in surrender to somebody with a stronger will, just accepting what happens. You don’t have to work to please your master; you leave all the complicated decisions to them and simply obey. It’s a way of being important to somebody without threatening their position. As long as you find the right person.”

“That’s the danger, isn’t it?” Amber said.

“Perhaps the danger’s part of it. Maybe that’s what I’m looking for.”

Amber nodded. “Sounds like you’ve given it all some thought.”

Sue smiled ruefully. “I’ve had a lot of time to think lately. Arabella didn’t make it easy to sleep at night.”

“So I saw,” Amber said grimly. “I don’t know how you stood it.”

“Oh, some of the time I was in ecstasy. I think the pain was giving me a high. I loved the feeling of being treated like dirt, being so absolutely degraded. But I found there has to be a point to suffering. You must know that your pain is being balanced by somebody else’s pleasure, or else it’s just meaningless. Then it really hurts.” A hunted look came into her eyes. “If she’d just said... she loved me...”

Sue looked close to tears again. Jemima hugged her tighter and Amber embraced them both.

“Well the nights are usually more comfortable here,” Amber assured Sue cheerfully. “Forget about Arabella, it’s the boys you must think about serving now, and they’ll want you fresh in the morning. Look forward to plenty of sex, bondage and light torture. After the sample they’ve already had you’ll go down a bomb, I promise you. No problem about being appreciated there.”

Sue smiled. “That sounds... wonderful.”

“Let’s get some sleep then. I hope you don’t both mind sharing. There aren’t the blankets to make up more than one bed.”

“It’ll be warmer,” Jemima said quickly, her face shining at the thought of sleeping beside Sue.

“Yes, it will, won’t it,” said Amber.

They arranged the bedding, then Amber stretched to turn off the light switch, which her ankle chain just allowed her to reach, then burrowed back underneath the covers by touch. Sue lay in between Jemima and herself. Amber slid an arm across Sue as casually as she could manage and rested her head very nearly on her shoulder. Sue made no protest. They formed a huddle of warm female flesh, the scents of their bodies mingling. Amber felt content. Nobody should sleep alone. She shifted her arm slightly so that it rested against Sue’s breasts.

“I know this is stupid... but I can’t sleep like this,” Sue said suddenly.

Amber sighed, pulling away. “I’m sorry...” she began.

“I don’t think I can take this much freedom anymore,” Sue continued in a small voice. “I’d like to feel under control... restrained. Please?”

Amber got up and switched on the light again. She looked down at Sue’s anxious face. Jemima was frowning at her uncertainly. Yes, Amber thought, Arabella really had broken Sue in completely.

“Of course,” Amber said gently. “Fortunately you’ve come to the right place.”

Using spare rope she bound Sue’s arms to her sides, crossing ropes over her chest and stomach so she could feel their constraint, and making figure-of-eight loops to fasten her wrists to the tops of her thighs. Then she spread Sue’s legs and tied her ankles with lines running out from the sides of the pen, taking care not to abrade her skin any further, then put enough tension on the ropes to hold Sue in place without being painfully stretched.

And there Sue was, little more than two hours after being rescued, back in bondage. She looked helpless, very beautiful and quite content. Amber felt an ache in her loins and a hot slickness between her love lips, reminding her that it had been several hours since she’d had sex. And there Sue was...

She realised that Jemima was looking at Sue with much the same expression as her own. The younger girl definitely had the hots for Sue, though in this world they’d probably still call it a ‘crush’ or ‘pash’. It would be cruel to cut her out.

On the other hand they were both self-confessed natural slaves...

Amber picked up another length of rope. “Come here, Jemima. Turn round... that’s it.”

Jemima offered no resistance as Amber tied her hands behind her back.

“Now get on top of Sue and have sex with her,” Amber told her. “I know you want to.”

Her face radiating daring and delight, Jemima obeyed, kneeling and slipping between Sue’s parted legs and wriggling up her body. Her small conical breasts squashed against Sue’s soft full mammaries. Face to face they kissed. Instinctively Jemima began to work her hips up and down, rubbing her cleft into Sue’s. Their pubic hair whispered as their bushes intertwined.

“That’s it, harder...” Amber took a firm hold of Jemima’s smooth buttocks and helped her grind more forcefully against her lover. The girls began to make tiny throaty noises of delight. Amber slid a hand between their thighs and into the pulsating, squirming fleshy tunnels of their kissing lovemouths and felt the hard nubs of their clitorises in perfect contact. She reluctantly withdrew her hand from this delightful haven and found it wet with their passion. Both girls had such full deep clefts despite their difference in build. Was it a sign of their intense sexual natures?

“All change!” Amber said suddenly.

With a heave she half lifted Jemima off Sue and turned her about. Before Jemima could protest, Amber had her kneeling astride Sue with her head pushed down between Sue’s thighs. Immediately Jemima nuzzled her face into the hot cleft and continued eagerly with her tongue the work she had started.

“Can you still taste the boys’ come in there?” Amber asked as she straddled Sue so that she faced Jemima’s upturned bottom. “You’d better get used to that.”

Amber squatted down and ground her already dripping peach into Sue’s face, settling herself into place so that Sue’s tongue could find her clitoris. Jemima’s mound, blossoming from between the taut smooth columns of her thighs, bobbed before her; its swollen sticky lips pouting from their hairy nest. Amber clasped Jemima’s hips, bent forward and buried her face in its scented depths.

As she kissed and sucked and lapped, Amber revelled in the feel of the two bodies she had arranged for her pleasure. It gave her such a delicious sense of power.

She lifted her head for a moment to draw breath. “Now you’re both the slaves of a slave,” she murmured.

Three girls locked in a perfect loving triangle of flesh. What would the morning bring them?