Chapter One
Nicole
took a deep breath to steady herself. Her heart was
pounding, and already she could feel the blood rushing to her face as she
looked furtively around. Then her fingers closed around the knob and she turned
it, pushing the door open.
It was a small office done in blue. The wall
was a cheerful pastel, the carpet deep royal blue. There were three
straight-backed, fabric covered blue chairs against the right wall, a low,
antique table against the left. Facing the door was a blank wall with a small
tinted glass window.
She closed the door behind her, noting with
some embarrassment the other occupant of the small room. She sat in the
leftmost of the chairs, her coat pulled tightly around
her, a lovely woman with thick, curly brown hair. After exchanging the briefest
of looks with Nicole, she dropped her eyes to her lap, her face going a little
pink.
Nicole blushed slightly, took a deep breath, then went to the window, frowning anxiously.
"Name?" she heard.
"Nicole Smithson," she said.
"Please take a seat."
She inhaled deeply, then
let it out slowly as she turned to sit, skipping a chair, sitting on the
rightmost one. Neither she nor the other woman looked at each other.
Mad, she thought. I'm bloody mad to be here.
I'm out of my mind, stark raving - .
She caught the other woman looking at her and
frowned. The woman blushed and lowered her eyes.
Applying same as me, she thought doubtfully.
The woman appeared so different from her.
Nicole was just nineteen, from East London. She was smart, but hadn't a prayer
of going on to university because of her lack of money. This woman, however,
was much older, and appeared quite posh and respectable.
She was petite, with a small, slim face and
quite pretty blue eyes. Her chestnut hair was thick and long, spilling in loose
ringlets over her shoulders. Very pretty, Nicole thought appreciatively. And it
was impossible, given the circumstances, not to consider the woman in sexual
terms.
"What're you here for then?" she
asked.
The woman blushed even deeper, appearing to
swallow several times before shrugging uncomfortably.
She certainly didn't appear to be the kind of
strong-minded woman Nicole had been told they were looking for. She seemed
mousy and embarrassed. She was undeniably pretty, but Nicole found it hard to
believe this creature could ever be a dominant.
"What's your name then?" she
demanded.
The woman raised her eyes briefly.
"Leah," she said in a near whisper.
"Leah. What you doing here then?"
Again the woman shrugged.
"How you dressed under that getup?"
Leah wore a long coat buttoned to the neck,
much like Nicole did. And Nicole was wondering if it was buttoned for the same
reason.
"Leah Foster?"
"Yes!"
The other woman looked up, startled and wary
as the voice spoke up over the intercom.
"Stand."
The woman rose slowly, though hardly very
far. She was even shorter than Nicole had thought. Her jaw was clenched with
tension and her eyes flitted about like those of a frightened deer.
"Remove your coat, please."
The woman inhaled sharply, and Nicole felt
the tension in her own belly deepen like a tightening knot.
"I...that is...I was wondering if I
could speak..."
"Now. Or leave," the voice said coldly.
Leah blinked, half
turned towards Nicole, then raised her small white hands. Nicole felt faint
embarrassment rising as she saw the woman unbuttoning the coat, then blinked her eyes as the coat dropped to the floor.
The woman was lovely indeed: More than
lovely. Her sweet, beautiful face was matched with a surprisingly voluptuous
body. And that body was well-exposed in the lacy white G-string, the too-tight,
too-small lacy white bra, the long white stockings and garter, and the white
shoes with six inch heels.
She also wore a pair of elbow length white
lace gloves, and had a white ribbon tied around her slender throat.
"Walk back and forth. Let me see you
move," the hidden voice - female, but hard - ordered.
Leah took a deep breath, then
obeyed, walking slowly from wall to wall, ignoring Nicole save to turn her red
face away from her.
What a body, Nicole thought. She had flawless
porcelain skin, an incredibly tiny waist and a tight, firm backside. Her legs
were luscious, as well. She was possibly as much as ten years older, yet her
body seemed as firm as Nicole's own.
"Remove your shoes and
underthings."
The woman blushed more deeply, looking
anxiously at Nicole, then at the door, then began to
comply. Her hands trembled and shook as she slowly removed her stockings and
gloves, then her shoes and the rest of her lingerie. She stood straight, legs
tightly together, trying to shield her nudity from Nicole's eyes.
"Stand with your legs apart and your
hands behind your head. Arch your back."
The woman started to turn but the voice
forbade it, and she slowly complied, posing as Nicole watched with interest.
"Nicole."
She felt a rush of alarm.
"Yes?" she gulped.
"Stand."
She frowned, then
stood up, her mind still racing back and forth between leaving and going
through with it.
"Remove your coat."
She hesitated a moment, then shrugged and
opened her coat, slipping it back over her shoulders and tossing it on her
chair.
She was dressed much as Leah was, save she
was in black leather, as she'd been instructed. She wore thigh length leather
boots in black, leather kid gloves which reached almost to her shoulders, a
leather G-string and bustier. Around her throat was a studded black collar.
She stood up straight, staring defiantly at
the window. She had confidence in her looks, after all. She was a tall,
statuesque young woman, with long dark hair.
"Excellent," the voice said.
"What do you think of Leah?"
"Nice lookin'
tart," she said.
Leah blinked her eyes but did not move from
her position.
"Do you believe you could control
her?"
Nicole snorted. "Yeah, not much trouble
there I reckon."
"Put her through her paces then."
"What do you want me to have her
do?"
"Whatever seems amusing to you."
She looked at the woman, then
walked over to stand in front of her. Her breasts were remarkably firm, yet she
felt certain they were real and not enhanced. She reached out, running her
hands over one, fingering a swollen pink nipple.
"Please," Leah gasped.
"You have a problem?" Nicole
demanded.
"I-I...that is...I'm
not used to having....women touch me."
"Tough."
"You must be obedient, Leah, or you have
no place with us," the hidden voice said.
Nicole gave one of the woman's nipples a
pinch that made her wince, then tugged at it, pulling
it out and twisting it as the woman trembled.
"Haven't ever gone down on a woman, have
you?" Nicole demanded with a sly grin.
She stood beside the woman, looking down,
letting her right hand ease down the soft, trembling body to cup her mound and
rub casually back and forth. "You only like men with big old cocks to tell
you what to do, little baby?" she demanded.
She ran a finger along the woman's tightly
closed pussy, then stepped back.
"Kneel," she snapped.
Almost at once the woman obeyed, showing she
had at least some experience as a submissive.
"On all fours," Nicole barked.
Again Leah obeyed, kneeling there before her
as Nicole slowly circled her. "Look like a bitch
in heat," she said with a sneer. "Spread your legs more, slut, and
raise your backside."
She moved to the opposite wall, then turned. "Lay on your belly, slave," she
commanded.
Leah groaned as she obeyed, letting her
large, soft breasts pillow beneath her against the floor.
"Now I want you to crawl to me on your
belly," Nicole ordered."Move!"
Leah hesitated, then
slowly began to wriggle forward. She winced as her tender breasts were rubbed
against the harsh, industrial carpeting, gasping and panting for breath as her
body writhed across the floor until her face was inches from Nicole's pointed
toe.
"Now clean my boot, slave. Let me see
your pretty pink tongue at work."
Leah took a deep breath, then
seemed to shudder before her lips moved forward. Her tongue flitted out slowly,
licking across the gleaming leather surface.
Nicole let her lap and lick
for a minute before bending and seizing a handful of her curly hair, pulling
her slowly up to her knees in front of her.
"This is going to be your next job,
slave girl," Nicole said, thrusting out her pelvis.
"No!" Leah gasped, turning her face
away.
"Don't want to lick a woman?"
Nicole laughed in excitement."Too bad, honey.
Slaves don't get to choose."
"But they do get to be punished,"
the hidden voice said. "I think this slave needs to be punished. Slap Leah in the face."
Leah gasped, but then bit her lip as Nicole
pulled her to her feet. Nicole stared at her, finding this
"interview" deliciously entertaining.
She raised her hand, giving Leah the
opportunity to back away, but the woman held her place, steadying herself, arms
at her sides.
She swung her open hand down and across,
slapping her across the left cheek hard enough to make her cry out.
Leah held her position, blinking rapidly as
her skin began to redden.
"Again. harder."
Feeling a hot little thrill sweep through her
Nicole swung her hand again, slapping harder still, enough to make the woman
take a half step back and give a choked sob of pain.
"The other side of her face."
She slapped with her other hand, watching the
woman's blue eyes widen, then close as she let out another little sob.
By the sound of her voice earlier she was an
upper class woman. Doubtless, Nicole thought, she was here to satisfy her lewd,
forbidden lusts, the little tramp.
She slapped her face again, rocking her back,
enjoying the older woman's discomfort.
"Take her to that table at the far wall
and position her for punishment," The voice said. "You'll find
equipment in the drawers."
Nicole obeyed, guiding the woman there, then
shoving her over forcefully, pausing to admire her lovely behind before opening
one of the drawers. Inside, she found a long, thin riding crop. She smiled excitedly
and pulled it free, swinging it through the air to hear the soft, hissing
sound.
Leah whimpered slightly, but reached forward
to grip the far end of the table as Nicole stood back.
Lovely, lovely little arse,
she thought.
The crop swung down and Leah cried out as it
hit her backside.
"Shut her up," the voice called.
Hesitating, Nicole opened the other drawer
and found a number of restraints and gags. She took out a ball gag, then gripped Leah's hair to force her head back and mouth
open before wedging it slowly and firmly inside and strapping it behind her
head. She hadn't been told to bind the
woman, so ignored the rest of the gear inside, stepping back and examining the
woman's formerly flawless behind, and the light red line running across those
soft cheeks.
She raised the crap then swung again,
watching the dark line of pain rise across that white canvas. Another blow
followed, and another, and then another, each one leaving its lovely mark
across Leah's pale flesh as the woman sobbed and moaned and jerked, her
knuckles white as she gripped the opposite end of the table.
"Are you enjoying this, Nicole?"
"Yes!" she gulped, feeling the heat
in her loins.
"Excellent. But remember, you aren't
doing this for your pleasure. You are doing this for us, so we can gauge this
would-be slave's obedience. Now bind the woman properly."
Nicole did as she was told. She put the crop
down and removed a studded leather collar. Unlike her own this one snapped
together with a little padlock to keep it so. She pulled the woman upright,
slipped it around her throat, then locked it in place.
"Little slut," she whispered.
The woman's face reddened and her teary eyes
dropped.
Two studded leather restraints were quickly
locked around her wrists, then these were clipped
together behind her back. Nicole forced her wrists up high, using a small chain
to lock them there to a ring in the back of the collar.
Two similar restraints were soon snugly
fitted around her ankles, with a small chain to hobble her clipped to each.
"Now bend her over again and lock her
collar down."
Nicole forced the woman across the table once
more, spotting a small length of chain with a clip on the end bolted to the far
end. She picked it up and clipped it to the woman's collar, then stepped back
to admire the view.
"Whip her again. Harder
this time. Don't be so tender hearted."
Nicole swallowed, then picked up the crop and
began lacing the woman's behind as hard as she could.
She measured each blow, drawing her arm back, then lashing out hard to send the
thin crop slicing
through the air.
Each blow landed heavily across the woman's
sweating round cheeks as she sobbed and cried out in pain, jerking sharply with
each crack of noise.
"Put down the crop. You'll find a paddle
in the table. Use that now."
Nicole obeyed,
panting for breath, her pussy longing for a touch as she hefted the wide, thin
paddle, then went to work on the woman's striped, reddened cheeks. The sound
was louder now as the flat wood met the hot, red flesh, and the woman, if
anything, jerked and twisted more violently in response.
"Stop," said the voice. "Reach
between her legs. Tell me what you feel."
Nicole gazed at the woman's moist sex, then let her finger slip between the puffy little lips. She
eased it deep, finding the bound woman as wet on the inside as out.
"She's sopping wet," she said.
"Yes. Now let her stand
and speak."
Nicole undid the chain attached to her collar
and pulled Leah upright, then unbuckled the strap and eased the gag from her
mouth. The shorter woman sobbed and moaned for a moment before sniffling and
catching her breath.
"Leah. Are you grateful for your
lesson?" the voice asked softly.
The woman stared at Nicole, still sniffling, then dropped her eyes. "Yes," she whispered.
"That is not the proper response."
"Ye-Yes, m-mistress," she said in a
low, quavering voice.
A small section of the wall pulled back next
to the window and a tall woman stepped out. She was dressed in a dark business
suit, with a short mini, and had dark hair drawn tightly back.
"Well, ladies," she said, her voice
a low purr. "You've both passed the initial test. Once again our
investigators have proved to have been correct in their assessments of
prospective new members and employees."
She reached out casually, cupping one of
Leah's big breasts and lifting it as though weighing it, squeezing lightly.
"Leah will be one of our slaves,"
she said, tightening her grip, her fingers sinking into the soft, pale flesh
until the woman winced and moaned.
"Like most of our slaves she will be
unpaid. She joins us because she is a slut and needs to be used properly. Isn't
that right, Leah?"