Stacey wasn't a slave, she had no legal obligation to endure abuse and sexual objectification at Simone's feet, but she kept coming back for more. She had a bright, eager look in her eyes every time she showed up at the estate, and while she might pout, object or complain about the unfairness of what Simone did to her, she inevitably ended up shedding her clothes and allowing herself to be subjected to painful corporal punishments, public humiliations and other indignities.
I remember one extraordinary day when Stacey came over. Simone ordered her to strip naked shortly after she arrived and Stacey took all her clothes off immediately, without comment. She didn't protest or resist, she just stripped naked right there in the foyer.
Then Simone took Stacey and me down to the basement.
It was dark, shadowy, with a concrete floor and cinderblock walls. It looked eerie and foreboding even before Stacey and I got all the way to the bottom of the stairs. And of course, the concrete floor felt cold and uncivilized as we padded across it with our bare feet.
Mel was waiting for us down in the basement. Of course, she had her camcorder ready. She pointed it at us, ready to record whatever humiliations Simone had in store for us.
"Wall pose," Simone demanded, pointing at a cinderblock wall. The atmosphere of the basement was creepy and both Stacey and I moved cautiously as we made our way through the ominous darkness of the dungeonlike chamber.
Suddenly one of Simone's security guards, Elsa, was looming over me. It was so dark and shadowy in the basement, I didn't even notice the tall, imposing security guard until she was right on top of me.
Of course, she was taller than me, wearing a smart uniform and she spoke with the voice of authority. I automatically felt subservient to her, and I scurried to obey. I was just a naked sex slave. I would do whatever that authoritative voice told me to do. I bent over at the waist, resting most of my weight on my shoulders, my bare breasts, and the palms of my hands, and then I spread my legs indecently wide, leaving my anus and pubic lips lewdly exposed.
Stacey and I were ordered to maintain our humiliating pose while Elsa performed body cavity searches on both of us.
I heard Stacey groan in response, and then I heard the sound of a latex glove being snapped on, and then Elsa's shadow loomed over me. My heart pounded with feverish anxiety. Being anally probed always made me nervous, and being anally probed down in this deep, dark, ominous basement was far scarier than being anally probed in a doctor's examination room.
I tried to prepare myself emotionally, but I still had butterflies in my stomach and my heart was still pounding like a jackhammer when I felt some sort of cold, lubricating gel being smeared into the tight furrow between my buttocks and all over the tender, sensitive flesh of my anus.
"Ohhhhhh!"
I moaned and whimpered as strong, insistent fingers forced my anus to open and forced their way inside of me.
Stacey stood just a few inches away as Elsa thrust her fingers into my ass. Her eyes were wide, and her mouth hung open in a look of fear and trepidation. She knew once Elsa was done with me, she was next.
Elsa was having trouble pushing past my sphincter muscle as I was too tense. She leaned in and said, "Relax your asshole. If you make me, I will use force to open you up, and it's going to hurt. I don't really want to hurt you, but if you fight me on this, I'll just shove my fingers inside you like a battering ram. It'll be brutal and your anus will hurt for days. Is that what you want?"
With a supreme effort of will, I forced the muscles of my anus to relax and allowed Elsa to slip her fingers deep into my tight ass.
She shoved her fingers inside me. She twisted her fingers around, withdrew them and then shoved them back in deeper. She spent far more time probing my rectum than was strictly necessary for a body cavity search. I think she just enjoyed watching me squirm and whimper as she violated my tight, little anal orifice.
"Good girl," she said, and finally removed her fingers from deep inside my sensitive cavity, "I'll check your vagina next."
I squirmed slightly at this announcement. Then I heard a latex glove being peeled off and a fresh one being snapped on. That at least was a relief. My pussy was defenseless and exposed, and I knew that strong, merciless fingers would be shoved into my undefended sex very, very soon.
I felt Elsa's fingers on the slick, swollen lips of my labia, and with very little effort, my pubic lips were separated, and her fingers were pushed inside of me. They probed my sexual core, and I panted and groaned with sexual urgency and anticipation. My legs trembled and I could feel the intensity of the orgasm inside of me building in strength.
My heart pounded in my ears, and waves of sexual desire resonated throughout my entire body. I could feel the orgasm approaching and knew it would take just a few seconds for it to overpower me. Five seconds? Six? Certainly, no more than seven seconds. I squirmed, trembled, and felt my body temperature jump up to feverish levels. I let out a long, enthusiastic sigh, and waited for the overwhelming, wanton orgasm to embrace me, and take control of my body.
And then; just a heartbeat before my body was shaken with an overwhelming sexual climax, Elsa removed her fingers from my sex and left me gasping with disappointment and frustration.
It felt deliberate, the way she fingered me till I was on the verge of orgasm. My suspicions about Elsa's intentions were confirmed when she performed her body cavity searches on Stacey. By the time she was done, Stacey was red-faced, panting and her legs were trembling. She was hovering right there on the edge, with waves of agonizing desire battering against her, making her whimper and bite her lower lip in sexual frustration.
I couldn't help but think that Stacey looked fetching as her naked body squirmed and twitched and her beautiful face became etched with a look of distress.
I was beginning to understand why Simone enjoyed making me helpless and punishing me. Stacey was a very beautiful woman, however watching her squirm and whimper as she suffered, her beauty took on a whole new quality.
She looked more feminine, and I felt a strong desire to touch her. It was like she was sending out a telepathic message that she should be touched all over, that it was allowed, and even encouraged. It was incredibly suggestive, a sort of non-verbal communication that said, "touch me, use me, grope me, possess me, control me!"
Then Stacey's lower lip quivered, and she looked as if she was going to complain about the way Simone and Elsa were treating her, but at the last second, she seemed to swallow her words and asked what Simone had in store for us next.
"Oh, I am so glad that you asked," Simone replied with glee. She directed our attention to the ceiling. Chains hung from the ceiling, with metal shackles dangling from them. Stacey and I were ordered to stand beneath the chains and raise our arms so our wrists could be shackled above our heads.
"Consider this to be my dungeon," Simone said after our wrists had been bound above our heads. "All slave girls should know what it feels like to be bound and punished in a dungeon."
The way Stacey was bound, with her wrists forced way above her head, made her thrust her tits out, making them far more prominent. And her distress was causing her breathing to be labored which meant I got to watch her prominent breasts heave up and down. It was a sexually charged spectacle and I found it impossible to look away.
Stripping her naked and forcing her arms up high above her head made powerful erotic imagery, but Simone wasn't finished with us.
Next, she had Elsa lock unforgiving shackles around our ankles. Chains were attached to the shackles and bolted to the floor in such a way that our ankles were forced far apart. Both Stacey and I ended up with our legs spread pornographically wide.
As we were naked, it meant that our bald pubes were indecently exposed. Of course, our pubic lips were plump and glistening with moisture after Elsa's aggressive fingering of our pussies. I whimpered and gasped, partially because of the uncomfortable way I'd been bound, but also because of how cruelly my body was exposed with my legs bound so far apart and my pink slit so suggestively on display.
"Beautiful," Mel enthused as she pointed her video camcorder at us, "You both look adorable like that! So helpless! So exposed!!"
My breathing was ragged as my naked body was stretched wide open with my muscles and tendons pulled taut. Stacey was in the same boat as me, breasts heaving, whimpering and panting and looking adorably helpless. I felt sympathy for her as her naked body was pornographically exposed and her strict bondage had obviously left her in pain, but I also felt sexual attraction to her. She looked far more adorable and alluring when she was naked and bound like that.
I assumed that suffering in such strict and painful bondage, coupled with the agonizing wave of desire that caused my pussy to throb with hungry spasms, would be enough abuse to satisfy Simone's craving for sadism, but I was wrong.
As Stacey and I made sounds of girlish distress, we heard the creaking of hinges. The door at the top of the stairs opened wide and another person entered the basement.
At first, I assumed it was one of Simone's servants, but as the women walked down the stairs, I saw that her features were familiar. I knew this woman!
