Harem Bound Ch 02

Rachel had never seen her lover. She had never spoken to her. The men always kept them blindfolded and gagged. True, their ballgags had been replaced by ring gags once the boat had gotten underway to avoid choking if sea sickness had made them throw up. But there wasn't much conversation to be had with one's mouth jacked open. And anyway, thick dildos with bases locking into the rubber-covered steel rings in their mouths had silenced them once they got their sea legs. Not that they ever got a chance to stand. They could only crawl and kneel. The silicone cocks were only removed for feeding, watering, and when the two captives were made to pleasure each other. The blindfolds never were taken off. Both Rachel and her slave-lover existed in a world of darkness and muteness where their tight bondage was only removed for long hours of discipline and training. The men crewing the boat never violated them. But they had been forced to take turns fucking each other with strap ons and tongues. Rachel has sometimes thought they would stay forever in the small cabin in the bow of the ship until they had landed hours ago.

The car trunk they had been stuffed into was no improvement. Their only comfort was a folded blanket beneath them that did little as they were tossed about. The car they were in was on a very windy road. All the comfort they had came from the obscene intimacy they had been forced into Lips "kissed" because of the stubby double ended dildo that locked their ring gags to each other. A leather belt around their waists mashed their upper bodies together. Tape over their nipples and the chastity belts sealing in the ass and cunt dildos that had been in them during most of the day denied them the chance to pleasure each other. They could not even embrace. Leather sheaths secured with straps that wound over their shoulders trapped their arms behind them. Their knees were each strapped together with wrist cuffs that were attached to the end of the armbinders in strict hogties. They could not slide thighs between each other to even try to bring each other pleasure. The only stimulation they had was the scent of each other's sweat, the touch of their lips,and the dildos filling every hole.

The two girls began hyperventilating when the car stopped. Faintly, they heard the sound of electric motors and clanging metal. A gate? The car drove only a short distance before the engine cut off. Oh, god. They had arrived. It might be a brothel. It might be some dungeon where they would suffer under the eyes of a sadist. Male hands pulled them out of the trunk. The other girl sobbed hysterically as they were separated. Rachel mewled what comfort she could when the double ended dildo was split at the base. The waist belt was unlocked and removed. Rachel moaned when her ankle cuffs were released from the armbinders. Her calves and thighs were roughly massaged as the muscles spasmed from being released from such strict longtime bondage. These felt female. So were her shoulders when the armbinders were slowly eased off her body. Her holes felt oddly empty when the chastity belt and its cock prods were taken off. A command had her on her hands and knees in an instant. There was rough concrete beneath her. A garage? A warehouse? Her eyes stayed shut even when the blindfold came off. This slave had not been given permission to see, after all. She did not even think to speak when the ring gag was eased out of her aching mouth. Rachel and her still unseen companion in slavery groaned as they were finally free of bondage after weeks of constant restraint of some form or another.

The lubed nozzle thrust up her ass was a terribly familiar sensation. Every bodily function was under control. At least this time, the water flowing into her was warm enough that her belly was not cramping. Beside her, the other captive rubbed up against her as her own bowel cleansing was applied. Rachel rubbed her cheek against the other girl's. Raucous laughter that had to be male guards rang out. By contrast, the women attending to them stroked their heads as the nozzles were plucked out. The unpleasant sounds and smells of both girls voiding into receptacles held behind them was simply yet another expected torment of their new lives. The other girl was moved away. Rachel groaned in delight when the water splashing over them was lukewarm rather than cold. The women attendants silently cleaned with loofahs soaked into floral-scented body wash. It was eerie. Then a wrist brushed one of Rachel's outer thighs. About it was a circlet of metal. Slaves. These were other slavegirls. They were most thorough in cleansing her from the hair on her head to the tips of her toes. They were also careful to avoid touching too much the nipples and clit that were stiff as drill bits. Rachel bit her lip at how much being so gently touched by other girls had her needing to cum. The men on the boat had trained her to become aroused when handled by men. Only other women brought her true pleasure.

It was such a relief to be clean after what seemed like a pressure washer rinsed them off. Silently, Rachel opened her mouth in response to a light squeeze at the corners of her jaw. Toothbrush and floss thoroughly worked over her teeth. A swish of harsh mouthwash banished the last taste of foulness from her mouth. She sucked gratefully on a plastic straw. Cool water filled her belly and eased her parched throat. Rachel relaxed as her hair was dried and brushed out. Some sort of ribbon wound close to the scalp formed it into a ponytail. Make up brushes applied powders and lip gloss. Her brief sense of respite vanished as she realized she was being prepared for display. Then male hands took her wrists. Forced behind her, Rachel tried not to struggle as cool metal closed about one wrist. A loud sound like some sort of power tool came from behind her. The process repeated five more times: on the other wrist, each upper arm above the elbow, and each ankle. Fingertips traced rigid metal cuffs with an arabesque pattern machined on the outside. In the middle of each band were O-rings. Some sort of pin fastened the two halves together on each side. Rachel gasped when her head was wrenched back by her ponytail. Another band wider than the others trapped her neck as the last pin was forced into place. It was a collar. A slave collar.

Rubber enclosed her hips as a belt wound about her waist. She sighed in resignation as a strap split her asscheeks. It seemed that her owner had a kink for chastity. Once, she might have welcomed it. Now it was merely a reminder her body was under her owner's control. Rachel frowned. The material outside was more rigid than the leather she was used to. So were the lubed invaders sliding into her holes. The metal cocks were cold when they slid into her. Rachel wriggled at their unyielding nature while the cunt shield curved over her mound. The hair on the back of her neck rose when the three components of the new belt met below her navel with the loud clack of a lock engaging. She reached down to feel smooth metal covering her mound. The only break was several small holes near the top of the chastity shield. Rachel realized that it corresponded with a void in the padding that would allow her to pee...while also leaving her clit touching nothing but air. Even if she ground the belt as hard as she could, she would receive no stimulation from a nub now stiff and aching for attention.

Soft hands guided her onto a soft mat of some kind. Rachel opened her eyes a bit. Dim as the space around her was, eyes that had been plunged into darkness for weeks watered terribly as light fell on them. Arms reached around from behind her to roll her nipples between skilled fingers. Rachel mewed in frustration as, beneath the steel over her mound, her clit pulsed with desire. To her left, she could hear the other captive panting. Her nipples were tiny diamonds by the time two little metal balls clamped on either side of each nub. A weight dragged on them. Squinting, she saw little golden rings on her nips with matching chain swaying between them. The fake piercings did not pinch hard enough to cut off blood. They did force her nipples to stay erect. The constant tugging had her cunt fluttering on the steel cocks in her ass and pussy.

Rachel stayed quiet as the attendants dressed her. She could see them more clearly now: two brunettes her age or just a bit older with Mediterranean or Middle Eastern complexions. All they wore were starched white aprons that barely covered their nipples and pussies. Their cuffs and collars were gray steel rather than the gold toned steel of her own restraints. A long chain ran from the front of their collars down to their ankles. Short chains linked their wrist to it at belly height. Their shackles were chained to the bottom of the central one to force them into taking mincing steps. Mouths were hidden behind leather panel gags with padlocks in the buckles as the napes of their necks.

What they dressed her in was far more elaborate. Up top was a short sleeved blouse of sheer green material that left much of her cleavage exposed. A golden clasp in front was all that stopped the garment from flying open. About her waist was a belt of woven gold set with "emeralds" that had the tint of paste jewels. A green skirt of the same diaphanous material as her blouse spread around her. It was slit high enough that one could see her legs and the straps of her chastity belt. Between the blouse and skirt was a large expanse of bare midriff. Slim copper anklets and bracelets strung with spherical bells went on each limb below the cuffs. About her head went a slim golden chain with a pearl dangling in the middle of her brow. Brushes smeared in a sticky substance swirled in her navel. Another paste emerald in a gold toned steel setting was pressed into her belly button. They turned her to face a mirror to see herself. Oh, it was worse than the cheerleader costume. It might cover more. But you could see everything!

A girl with dark skin appeared beside her in the mirror, dressed like Rachel in rose and gold and ruby.

"Genevieve?" Rachel turned to see her lover for the first time.

"I'd hoped it wasn't you." The kohl about her eyes resisted the tears dripping from them. Her voice had a French lilt, from her Haitian mother. "I'm so sorry. If I'd fought harder--"

Smacks on both their asses from the slave maids had them yelping.

What?

Oh.

"This slave spoke out of turn," Rachel said, slipping into character. "These slaves forgot how they were supposed to speak."

"Right." Genevieve balled her fists briefly before nodding. "This slave apologizes. One makes a mistake, all slaves are punished, yes?"

The maids nodded vigorously, gazes darting to the tough looking men a few yards away.

"It's okay." Rachel stepped close to her beloved. "This slave has nothing to be ashamed of. These slaves were doomed years ago. These slaves should be grateful they are together."

"God. This slave has been watching Rachel for so long." Genevieve smiled weakly. "Heck of a first date, huh? No dinner and a movie. Right to the good stuff."

"This slave would have preferred a night together in front of the tv in pajamas." Rachel stepped closer. A hand gripped her collar. "Oh please, this slave aches for her. Just one--URK"

"Be strong," Genevieve said as Rachel struggled with a maid twisting her collar enough to choke her. "This slave saw her endure so much. Be brave for this slave! Don't hurt Rachel! These slaves will be good!"

She was strong? Rachel almost laughed. Genevieve must have gone mad from what they had experienced. But Rachel calmed herself. Resistance would get them both hurt. The hold on her collar loosened. Meekly, Rachel allowed the other maid to put on the chains in her hand. Two were locked to the front ring of her collar. Free ends were fastened to her manacles. They had enough play to keep her wrists at her waist. It was amazing freedom compared to a few minutes ago. The back of her skirt was lifted up to lock a long chain to a ring on the back of the chastity belt. Two chains branched off from the bottom. Those were secured to her shackles. Rachel tested them with a step. She could almost walk with a full stride. From behind, a maid loosely fitted a ball gag with dark green leather straps about her throat. The ball rested in the hollow where neck met chest. No gag, no blindfold, no body contorting bondage--it was almost as if she had been given back her freedom.

The snap of the leash on the ring at the front of her collar told her it was a complete illusion.

Gagged screams came from behind them. Two of the maids had been seized by the thugs who had quietly been watching all the while. The maids were stripped of their aprons to reveal tight, nubile bodies. One of the thugs unlocked their chastity belts. Thick cocks wet with pre cum sprang out of fatigue style pants to ram hard into dripping wet cunts. One of the maids was thrown over the dusty hood of the sedan. The other was forced to kneel on concrete while her lover savaged her from behind. Rachel whimpered. That might be her or Genevieve: demoted to be servants who could be taken by his minions. The screams became strangled moans of what she knew all too well was unwanted pleasure as the conditioning the maids had been put through kicked in. A hard jerk on leash dragged her attention away. The girl's eyes were filled with a mix of fear and resignation that matched Rachel's own. She stumbled a bit when the chains on her ankles brought her short. But she recovered as the "deportment lessons" kicked in. She walked with hands by her sides in graceful steps that had been taught with cups of water balanced on her head. Her back was arched just so in a manner that had supposedly been about posture. She kept her head up with eyes down just enough not to rudely stare anyone in the face. Her cunt clenched tight against the steel dildo in her at catching sight of Genevieve's own submissive grace. Only her own discipline and the threat of the maid choking her with the collar stopped her from trying to drive her metal-covered mound against her fellow slavegirl's.

There was a cargo elevator in the far wall of the dimly lit garage. The doors should have slid shut with the loud clang of the gates of hell closing rather than a soft thump. It felt wrong to be ascending rather than going down into the dark. Rachel wiped her sweaty palms on her thighs rather than stain her skirt. Her breath evened out as she went through the calming exercises that had allowed her to run onto the field with the cheer squad. It was the same that had helped her survive the purgatory aboard the boat. She heard Genevieve panting. That was ridiculous. Genevieve was the strong one? Rachel risked punishment by reaching out to twine the fingers of one hand with Genevieve. That seemed to calm her. She held on for as long as she could until the elevator doors opened once more.

The room at the top was a well-lit room of cinderblock walls and bare concrete floor. Shelving and dollies made her think of a warehouse receiving dock. This was clearly the servants entrance. They were taken through a maze of passageways beyond with doors spaced out every so often. Some opened up on mundane rooms like a large kitchen or linen closets. Others? Rachel jerked her head away when she saw a naked blonde spread eagled on a wooden X shaped cross. She sobbed through a gag as some unseen torturer lashed ass and thighs with a multi tailed leather whip. Another room had two gray collared girls desperately pleasing a massive rubber dildo set on the floor with hands and tongues. Behind one door of iron bars lead to a long room with cages on each wall. Many were occupied by pretty slaves, curled up in their tight confines. Everywhere on the ceiling were the little domes of security cameras.

Bolts clanged open when the maids lead them to a steel faced door. Beyond it was a staircase spiraling up around a shaft containing a miniature elevator. There were a pair of brushed steel coolers in it. They climbed a few flights of stairs while the elevator brought the coolers up. One maid grunted when she took them out. The other waved to a camera above the door on the landing. Bolts clunked again. Rachel squinted when sunlight came through the doorway. Her lungs breathed in clean air with a hint of salt carried on the wind. The temperature from outside was warm without the intense heat she might have expected if they were in a desert. Rachel followed her maid outside. Her gasp of pleasure was echoed by Genevieve as they felt fresh air and sun bathe their skin after weeks of confinement. If below was hell, perhaps this was purgatory. Eyes watering a touch from the bright light looked at a terrace of flagstones carved out of the side of a hill. They had come out of a concealed door in one of the stone walls that rose up on three sides. The fourth had a marble balustrade at belly height that blocked off a sheer drop off. Beyond was a view of a green valley with a village in the distance on the shore of a sea. The position of the sun above hinted that it was north of them.

Low laughter mixed with the telltale slurping of lips on cock broke the two slavegirls from the spell. Rachel immediately dropped to her knees, folding her body in half, while pressing her forehead to the warm stone. Her arms stretched out to the limits of the chains on her collar with hands palm down. The position of obeisance had been drilled into them more times than she could count. The jingle of bells announced Genevieve's submission at the exact same moment. The laughter had been male. Any hope of being owned by a mistress like their abductor died. Her pussy and ass clenched around the steel plugs in her at being the helpless slave to a male who could punish and rape her at his whim. Nipples and clit swelled with arousal trained into her even as dread filled her. Had there been cruelty in that laugh? Was the slavegirl even now serving their Master in pain? She heard the maids handling them whimper as the soft songs of female knees falling down to land on hard stone came all around her.

Rachel knelt upright at the command in a foreign tongue. Each position she had learned during her belly dancing classes had been refreshed with both English and the new language. They were the only words that she and Genevive knew in what was no doubt their master's native language. She assumed the kneel of a pleasure slave before free people: back straight and shoulder back to arch her breasts out; knees spread as wide as possible with cunt slightly tipped forward; hands palm down on her thighs; ass supported on heels. Her head was high with eyes carefully cast down towards the ground. A girl never looked up from the ground where she belonged without permission. Another command issued in a guttural voice. Trembling, Rachel slowly raised her eyes up. She first saw a pair of massive legs that could have doubled as columns in the balustrade. Rachel's gaze traveled up to a broad torso covered by a black robe open to the navel. The chest revealed by the open robe was padded with fat. Yet the outlines of the muscles beneath the olive-toned skin were defined. Arms like logs ended hands covered with old scars and callouses.

Rachel's thighs slammed wide as possible when she saw their master's face for the same time. Head shaven, master's head resembled a bowling ball perched atop a stubby neck that was more akin to a tree stump. The fat, rounded features reminded her of a villain from an old Bond movie. There was a casual cruelty in them that reminded Rachel all too well of the one time that her mother had had her date a rich cousin of theirs last year. There had been only one date. Rachel had had the bruises for months afterwards that she had had to cover up. A groomed mustache and half-lidded eyes with just the hint of a fold to them brought to mind the image of a steppe raider about to descend on a helpless village. She raised her gaze too far for the tiniest of moments. She flicked it down immediately to the level of his chin. The mix of malevolence and humour in his brown eyes both terrified her and had her cunt gushing beneath the steel sealing her sex.