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Almost by accident, their dominance game grew into that of mistress and
slave. And as the slavery deepened and their control over their slave
grew the four young college women became more and more excited by the
possibilities. And so they set out to draw in a new slave, a young,
innocent girl whose mind could be twisted and broken by their cruel
games and then re-assembled into the shape they chose.
Well, I don't see an alternative. We need the money," Shara said.
"Besides, I've gotten bored with this."
She turned and cast a scornful glance at the young woman sitting back on
her heels, kneeling open legged by the doorway.
She was a lovely young woman, with long, flowing blonde hair, high, firm
breasts, and generously rounded hips. She wore nothing but the metal
restraints and collar of her servitude, though mere physical restraints
were no longer necessary.
She had been one of them, one of the five lesbian roommates living in
the old house. But their sexual games had grown more kinky, delving into
bondage and discipline which had grown more vicious and cruel as the
others has learned to exploit the weakness within her.
No one had intended it, at first, but as the nature of their sexual
games had changed, Jill, sitting on the left, legs crossed, and Shara,
stern faced and scowling on the right, had deliberately led the girl
deeper and deeper into emotional and physical dependance, partly for
sexual pleasure, partly at the pleasure of power it gave them, and
partly as a psychological experiment.
Now the young woman who had had a name once but no longer did, who had
attended university in hopes of becoming a doctor, but now cooked,
cleaned and serviced the others sexually, knelt obediently, eyes
downcast, naked body criss crossed with the marks of her most recent
whipping.
Her nose and nipples were pierced, and a chain ran from the former
through the latter, lifting both nipples just slightly, raising her firm
breasts just so.
Her wrists were manacled behind her back, and she knelt, impaled, on a
thick bar of metal fixed to the floor beneath. Her shaven pubic lips
strained wide around it, gripping the bar with exquisite strength. Yet
even so the bar was moist with her body's inner juices and it was
apparent to the eye that she was breathless and tense with sexual arousal.
"But to a man?"
Laurie slumped back in her chair, gazing resentfully towards the subject
of their discussion. She had long reddish hair, loose ringlets spilling
over her narrow shoulders, and a beautiful oval face which,
unfortunately, was often marred by a sulking or pouty expression.
"They have the money," Shara said curtly.
"Is it really to be our place as gay women to sell one of our own to a
filthy man?" Laurie demanded.
"Forget politics," Jill snapped. "Think money. The roof needs to be
fixed and the taxes paid. We'll earn enough to do that and still set
aside a considerable sum to help pay for things like the gas and
electricity and water. Besides, its not like she's human."
"You are too attached to our pet," Shara accused.
"I'm not," Laurie replied indignantly. "But on the other hand who is
going to cook and clean for us?"
"We'll find another slut," Shara said dismissively. "This country is
filled with submissive little white girls who need to be told what to do
with their lives."
"But will they be as biddable as her?" Jill asked.
"Find one of the proper mindset," Beverly asked, looking up for the
first time. "Then we can train her."
"You and your psychological games," Laurie said with a sigh.
"Soon to be Doctor to you," Beverly said with a smirk.
"We can do it right this time," Shara said. "Find the perfect little
slut, and then break her... utterly. We want one who won't even think of
disobeying, who won't even dream of denying us whatever we want, and
who'll beg to be used any way we want by us or anyone else we want."
"Suppressed sexuality," Beverly said aloud. "There are a number of
psychological tests designed to discover hidden desires and
psychological traits. We can employ a few. It should be quite interesting.
The door rang, and Shara looked at the others, who, one by one, nodded.
She got up and strode past the kneeling woman and opened the front door.
The others heard it close behind her and a man entered, clad in black
trousers, shirt and jacket.
"You have the money?" Shara demanded.
He nodded, handing her a thick envelope.
Jill rose as Shara took the envelope aside to count.
"Why don't you pull into the garage? It will be easier to load her then."
The man nodded, glanced with an evil and sadistic smile at the somewhat
pale faced woman kneeling nakedly beside the door, and turned away.
Jill squatted beside the girl, gripped her hair, and forced her head up
and back until she gasped in pain.
"You will be obedient, won't you, slut?"
"Yes, mistress!" the woman gasped, whimpering slightly. "Please don't
sell me, Mistress! Please!"
Holding the girl's head back by the hair Jill slapped at her left
breast. The sound of her hand striking the soft flesh echoed around the
room as the girl cried out in pain. The blow sent the breast jerking
downwards, stretching out the nipple and pulling on her nose.
"You are meat," Jill said cruelly. "Fuck meat. You belong to him now. He
is your master and you will service him and his cock and his friends'
cocks. Do you understand, slut?"
"Y-Yes, mistress," she moaned, eyes beginning to tear up.
"No doubt he will beat you thoroughly. He looked the type. No doubt
you'll be in agony for days while he works out his male frustrations on
you. And no doubt you deserve it for being the filthy little brainless
whore you are."
She shifted her grip to the back of the girl's collar and pulled up. The
girl gasped and moaned as she was forced to rise, as her taut pubic lips
slid quickly up the thick bar of metal, up, and up, and up still, so
that a watcher unacquainted with the length of the metal bar might be
shocked as more and more of it slid from within her body, might have
been astonished that such a length of thick metal could be accommodated
within a woman's belly without causing permanent damage.
She came free at last with a soft, wet, sucking sound, and her pussy
gaped as she was lifted to her feet. She swayed weakly, held by the
collar as a drop of liquid oozed slowly from within her open sex and
began to trickle down her thigh.
"I shall miss her tongue," Beverly said.
"I won't miss anything about her," Shara said, looking up from the
money. "She's weak, a throwback to those filthy little sluts who ran
around meekly serving men. She's an embarrassment to feminism, to gay
pride, to females in general, even to the human race. I only wish we'd
given her a worse beating last night"
"Laurie, go open the garage."
Laurie rose and moved up the hall, then opened the door to the garage
and pressed the button which would send the door slowly sliding upwards.
Already the headlights from their visitor's car lit up the room, and as
the garage door rose higher the car, a dark black sedan, eased into the
garage and stopped beside Jill's own Chrysler. The door closed behind
it, and Laurie flipped on the lights before withdrawing.
The man entered the front room, eyes fixed on the girl, who dropped her
own eyes, face flushed, whimpering still.
"Keep her tightly chained. We don't want her running away," Jill warned.
The man smiled lewdly at her in a way which made the hairs rise at the
back of her neck "Don't fear that," he said in a soft, liquid voice. "
She won't be able to walk after the first night."
"Oh?" she said cooly.
"The foot, you see, " he said, leaning in conspiratorially, "is quite
sensitive to pain. Blows against the sole of the foot cause tremendous
agony, and the resulting bruising and welts make it impossible to walk
for some days afterwards. Strike the toes just right and your prisoner
will howl so loudly your ears will pop."
He chuckled throatily, and Jill drew back in distaste.
The girl who was nameless was staring at him, appalled. She turned and
looked wildly at the other four, who looked away. Only Shara met her
eyes, and it was to smile cruelly.
"Please," she whimpered, looking around desperately.
"Take her," Jill said.
The man took a leash from the pocket of his jacket. It consisted of a
narrow chain and, at its end, an alligator clip. He moved with a fluid
quickness, his hand thrusting in between the naked girl's thighs. She
squealed, leaping back, but hitting the wall, and his teeth showed white
as his fingers forced back the hood over her clitoris, quickly pushed in
the alligator clip, and let it snap closed.
All four of the other women winced at the sight, and only the fact that
his hand went immediately to the naked girl's mouth to cover it kept her
scream of agony from deafening them all. Her eyes bulged, and her body
writhed and twisted, her bottom slapping and jerking against the wall as
her head thrashed from side to side.
Her new master leaned in against her, leering, beaming at her pain and
convulsions, waiting for her body to adapt somewhat to the sudden,
shocking intensity of the pain. It was a very strong clip, a strength
which would cause intense pain if placed fully about the tip of a
finger. The pain it caused when crushing the girl's clitoris between its
jagged jaws did not bear thinking about.
A half minute passed, and then a minute, and still the girl's head,
tears spilling down her cheeks, continued jerking desperately from side
to side, her body writhing and twisting in the throes of agony. The four
other women looked on, half in guilt, half fascinated. The man looked on
in excitement. The girl continued to writhe, and all could hear her
desperate wails of agony even with his hand covering her mouth.
She sank to her knees, rocking from side to side, legs well spread, then
fell forward as he allowed her face to lower itself to the floor.
"Have you a gag?" he asked.
Laurie, face flushed with excitement, was jerked into motion, and
quickly fetched a penis gag from the corner, tossing it to him. He
smiled, then in a quick motion, pulled his hand away, jerking up
violently on the girl's hair to force her head up and back. Her mouth
opened wide, and a shriek erupted, but was quickly quenched as the penis
was thrust into her mouth, filling it, pressing her tongue down. The man
strapped the gag around her head, then moved back.
The nameless girl knelt, her face against the floor, legs spread, body
wracked by great sobs and cries of pain.
"I'm surprised you haven't pierced her clitoris," the man said. "I'll
have that attended to forthwith."
Again the women winced, though Shara looked at the girl thoughtfully,
and nodded.
"Up slut," the man barked at last. "Enough of your whining."
The girl continued to sob, and he smiled, then yanked on the leash.
Her body jerked violently, her muffled cry filling the room. Another
jerk of the chain and she was scrambling frantically upwards, still
sobbing piteously. The watching women saw the tight grip of the
alligator clip as it pulled against her exposed clitoris, watching as
the man pulled upwards on the leash, forcing the girl to her toes,
where, trembling, sobbing and moaning, she stood as he held the leash in
place.
"You're going to be a good, obedient little slave," he told her. "Or
I'll give you this pain tenfold, every single day and every single night."
He let the leash down then and, sobbing, the girl was able to lower
herself from her toes.
"Good day... ladies," he said with smirking irony.
He walked towards the garage then, pulling on the chain. The girl
howled, then hurried after, her eyes desperate as she stared mutely at
the others. Her legs jerked and stumbled as they carried her across the
room, her feet dancing as if on hot coals as the tight biting clip
tugged against her aching clitoris. She gave a last despairing look
before she was pulled around the corner, then she was gone.
They heard the sharp crack of flesh striking flesh, then again. A moment
later the trunk of a car slammed closed and the outside garage began to
rise noisily on its chain. Shara went to the garage and watched the
black car disappear, then closed the outer door.
She returned to the others, grinning.
"I don't know about you, but that made me quite horny," she said,
looking at Laurie.
"The odd thing is," Jill said, shaking her head. "I'm getting horny just
thinking about the things he's going to do to poor Leslie."
"She has no name any more," Shara said in disapproval.
"Yes, I know. "
"I can't believe we actually sold someone," Laurie said in awe. "We sold
a human being, like, like slavers."
"She enslaved herself," Shara said brusquely. "We just agreed to own
her. It was what she wanted."
Jill shook her head. "Did you see her eyes there at the last? I don't
think she really understood until just then that it wasn't all one more
game."
"We needed the money," Shara said flatly.
"I know. We all agreed. It's just... exciting."
"An actual sex slave, sold against her will," Jill said, swallowing.
"Black women were sold as slaves and no one much thought that was
exciting," Shara sniffed. "And don't think they weren't used just like
that slut will be used."
&quoes. I've been looking everywhere!" Allison exclaimed. "There's so
little out there. I'm amazed you even have to advertise. This place is
so lovely!"
Jill smiled again, tolerantly. "Where are you living now?"
"Home," Allison sighed, gulping from her glass. "But I'm working now and
I simply have to get out, get on with my life. You know?"
Jill nodded.
"You can afford the rent?"
"Yes. I'm surprised it's so low!"
"Well, we want to get just the right person. So many people these days
are inconsiderate of others, and we have a great little group here.
We're looking for someone who knows how to cooperate with others, who
isn't arrogant or selfish, who'll do the chores allotted to her without
complaint or shirking, who won't throw loud parties and constantly
invite strangers over, particularly male strangers."
"Oh I won't!" Allison assured her. "I mean, well, ahm, I'm not the ah,
the social type."
"You don't get along with people?" Jill asked with a raised eyebrow.
"Oh I do, I do!" Allison exclaimed. "I'm just, well, I guess I'm ahm, a
little bit shy and tend to, well, keep to myself mostly. Though I don't
have to!' she promised hopefully.
"No boyfriends?"
"Oh goodness no!"
"Are you offended by homosexuality?"
"Certainly not!" she said defiantly. "I'm very muh on the long bus ride
back to her home in the suburbs. She was not looking for housing, and
had no idea such ads were to be found in a small weekly like the
X-Press. Then again the X-Press, like many alternative papers, catered
to a different clientele than the major media.
The ad was for a shared house, with pool, in the Summerside area just
south of town. She had looked at rooms, and found them, for the most
part, small, squalid, and overpriced. Most were either in seedy rooming
houses, or in the tiny back bedrooms of suspicious looking elderly
women, or worse, leering elderly men.
This one, however, promised itself to be in a roomy old house with four
bedrooms, shared with four other women, young women, the ad said. The
requirement for the prospective new tenant was that she be young,
female, non-smoking, quiet, and gay friendly.
All of these were quite easy requirements for Allison to meet. She was,
after all, three weeks shy of her eighteenth birthday (by which time she
desperately hoped to be on her own), definitely female, with her sweet
round face, short but slender and athletic body, long chestnut brown
hair, and somewhat pronounced breasts she often tried to minimize.
She had never smoked, tended to be the quiet, bookish type, and was not
altogether comfortable with her own body image, particularly her
breasts. She was shy, and often walked slumped over, as if to disguise
her height, her head bent, eyes looking away and rarely meeting the eyes
of others.
She wore frameless glasses, and usually kept her hair pinned back behind
her in a long braided tail. Boys embarrassed her with their attention,
and the attention of men made her slightly light headed. She adored
books, and every square inch of her room at home was packed with them.
She had an active fantasy life in which she played the part of sword
wielding knight as often as beautiful princess, cave exploring
adventurer as often as wife with a picket fence, and star ship captain
rather more often than the traditional female roles such as nurse or
teacher.
She was quite earnest, however, in her good will towards others, and
could not abide discrimination of any sort, be it against ethnic or
visible minorities, or, of course, gays.
Thus she was certainly, she thought, gay friendly. It might, of course,
be slightly awkward living amongst gay women, but she berated herself
for such thinking. After all, didn't gay women ues. I've been looking
everywhere!" Allison exclaimed. "There's so little out there. I'm amazed
you even have to advertise. This place is so lovely!"
Jill smiled again, tolerantly. "Where are you living now?"
"Home," Allison sighed, gulping from her glass. "But I'm working now and
I simply have to get out, get on with my life. You know?"
Jill nodded.
"You can afford the rent?"
"Yes. I'm surprised it's so low!"
"Well, we want to get just the right person. So many people these days
are inconsiderate of others, and we have a great little group here.
We're looking for someone who knows how to cooperate with others, who
isn't arrogant or selfish, who'll do the chores allotted to her without
complaint or shirking, who won't throw loud parties and constantly
invite strangers over, particularly male strangers."
"Oh I won't!" Allison assured her. "I mean, well, ahm, I'm not the ah,
the social type."
"You don't get along with people?" Jill asked with a raised eyebrow.
"Oh I do, I do!" Allison exclaimed. "I'm just, well, I guess I'm ahm, a
little bit shy and tend to, well, keep to myself mostly. Though I don't
have to!' she promised hopefully.
"No boyfriends?"
"Oh goodness no!"
"Are you offended by homosexuality?"
"Certainly not!" she said defiantly. "I'm very mug she wore other than
her loose khakis and sweatshirt before ringing the bell.
A quite startlingly tall woman answered the door. For Allison, who was
barely over five feet in height, it was a trifle discomforting. The
woman, a few years older than she, had a long, narrow face with deep set
brown eyes, a narrow nose, and strong jaw, strawberry blonde hair cut in
a short, boyish style, unusually wide shoulders, and bare arms which
were noticeably muscular.
Yet she smiled in a quite friendly way as she looked down at Allison,
who unaccountably blurted out her tale whilst apologising for not having
called for an appointment.
"I'm Jill," she said with a smile. "Come inside."
Alison stepped inside to feel cool air on her slightly sweaty flesh,
and, upon noting the long, wide stairway, and looking into the enormous
living room with its fireplace, felt a longing to reside there which was
almost physical.
Jill's hand on her back eased her forward, and, lost in the beauty of
the house, she hardly remembered her earlier nervousness at a house
which might be made up of gay women. Upon moving into the living room
she was exposed to the large glass doors leading into the back yard, and
to the glistening blue waters of the swimming pool, besides which lay
another woman.
"It's... beautiful!' she gasped.
"Yes, we like it," Jill said, easing her towards a comfortably plump
leather chair. "Would you like something to drink? It's quite hot outside."
"Well ah, yes if you wouldn't mind? Just water. If it wouldn't be a
trouble? I mean, I'm not at..."
Jill walked through the dining room with its lovely oak table, chairs,
and matching cabinets and disappeared. Allison's voice tailed off, and
she looked about her with a sigh of envy and longing.
There fireplace fronted the room. To its left and right were tall book
cases crowded with books, interspersed with a few knick-knacks. The
sofa, love seat, and chair were of thickly padded black leather which
gleamed. The rug was a blue white swirl, Persian, she thought. The
tables were polished mahogany.
'Here you are, Allison," Jill said, returning and directing her to the
big chair.
"Thanks so much," Allison blurted, half falling into the chair and
blushing as she nearly spilt her water.
"So you're looking for a room?" Jill said.
"Oh yes. I've been looking everywhere!" Allison exclaimed. "There's so
little out there. I'm amazed you even have to advertise. This place is
so lovely!"
Jill smiled again, tolerantly. "Where are you living now?"
"Home," Allison sighed, gulping from her glass. "But I'm working now and
I simply have to get out, get on with my life. You know?"
Jill nodded.
"You can afford the rent?"
"Yes. I'm surprised it's so low!"
"Well, we want to get just the right person. So many people these days
are inconsiderate of others, and we have a great little group here.
We're looking for someone who knows how to cooperate with others, who
isn't arrogant or selfish, who'll do the chores allotted to her without
complaint or shirking, who won't throw loud parties and constantly
invite strangers over, particularly male strangers."
"Oh I won't!" Allison assured her. "I mean, well, ahm, I'm not the ah,
the social type."
"You don't get along with people?" Jill asked with a raised eyebrow.
"Oh I do, I do!" Allison exclaimed. "I'm just, well, I guess I'm ahm, a
little bit shy and tend to, well, keep to myself mostly. Though I don't
have to!' she promised hopefully.
"No boyfriends?"
"Oh goodness no!"
"Are you offended by homosexuality?"
"Certainly not!" she said defiantly. "I'm very much opposed to any kind
of discrimination. I even went to the gay pride day parade last year."
"Well that's good to hear. Would you like to see the room?"
"Oh yes!"
She stood up, almost spilling her glass again, and Jill's hand guided
her towards the doorway out into the hall, and thence to the wide,
carpeted stairs leading up to the second floor. There she found a long,
polished wood floor running the length of the old house, with doors on
either side. They passed the main bathroom and she paused to gape. It
had a large sunken tub surrounded by plants.
"This way," Jill said, taking her arm and leading her further up the hall.
At the end was a small door which led into a quite ordinary looking
little room. It had, however, a bay window, with a padded seat before
it, and the window looked out onto the back yard, and the park behind
it. The floor was polished wood, and glistened in the afternoon light
coming through the window. To the left was a surprisingly large closet
with shelves on either side of the open door.
"It's beautiful," she sighed.
"Do you really like it?"
"Oh yes!"
"Well, come downstairs, then. I'll show you the rest of the house, then
we can talk with the other girls. You have to be approved by them, after
all. It's not my decision alone."
Jill took her down the back stairs into the large country kitchen,
showing her the big freezer and refrigerator, the large old fashioned
breakfast table, and the many appliances, then it was downstairs into
the basement, much of which was tiled and finished with plywood sheets.
The floor was carpeted, and there was a large screen television at one
end, with a pair of sofas before it. In the centre was a pool table.
"Our rec room," Jill said unnecessarily.
They went back upstairs and through the kitchen to the back door which
gave onto the yard. A woman there looked up, then sat up, and Allison
swallowed in nervous surprise to see she was nude. A moment later she
scolded herself, knowing much of her reaction was the combination of the
woman's nudity and her supposed homosexuality. It was, after all, quite
normal to sunbath nude in a protected back yard surrounded by a tall
fence and hedges.
Not that she would do so, of course. When she'd been younger she had
daringly exposed her breasts out in the woods near home, where no one
was around and could see. It had excited her immensely, at least partly
because doing so was "wicked" and "naughty". Doing so around others was
quite beyond her. Her chest had sprouted rapidly over the past two
years, just as she had begun to resign herself to being flat chested,
and now often embarrassed her.
The woman was as tall as Jill, but Black. She stood, and Allison knew a
long moment of awe at her powerful, almost feral body. The woman moved,
cat-like across the yard to them, her skin gleaming moistly. She had
small breasts, but they were extremely firm. Her body was well rounded,
and extremely athletic. She had very, very short hair, cropped close to
her skull, and, now that Allison noted it, no pubic hair.
The latter realization startled her, at first, distracting her from her
embarrassment at the others exposure.
"This is Allison, a prospective tenant," Jill said.
The woman's dark eyes turned on Allison, who blushed helplessly.
"How do you do?" she asked breathlessly.
"This is Shara."
The woman reached out and took Allison's hand, squeezing it painfully as
her eyes seemed to bore into her skull.
Allison winced ever so slightly, but made no protest. In fact, the pain
seemed to steady her slightly rubbery legs.
"She used to be called Katherine, but she's gotten into her ethnicity of
late and now calls herself Shara," Jill said with a teasing smile.
"Shara is my true name," the Black woman said in a surprisingly deep voice.
"Let's come inside."
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From the ebook: Mind Games, by Argus
Argus books have been published by Virgin Nexus, Silver Moon, Star,
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