4 - THE BONDMAID CARNIVAL

CHAPTER ONE

 

The big gaudily gilded coach, drawn by four plumed horses, bowled briskly along the country lane.  On its side was mounted a colourful sign that read:

 

“COME TO MARVELL’S

MARVELLOUS BONDMAID

CARNIVAL!!!”

 

Inside the coach a well-upholstered seat faced forward.   Mounted on a deep wooden shelf opposite was a bank of half a dozen wire-mesh cages, three rows wide by two high.  Each cage was just large enough to accommodate a woman bent over on her hands and knees.  Naked female posteriors were pressed against the wide-spaced door bars of four of the six cages.  Four pairs of smooth buttocks overhung the pouting swells of deep-cleft pubic pouches.  Every cleft sparkled as though with morning dew and every buttock bore the sunrise-pink blush of a recent tanning.      

Seated comfortably facing this arresting display was Maxwell Marvell: a big bright-eyed man with fading red hair and mutton-chop side-whiskers.  He was dressed in red jacket and trousers with a wide collar, frilly cravat and flowing lace cuffs.   Currently his eyes were closed and he was smiling contentedly.  The reason had much to do with the two naked young women who knelt at his feet between his wide-spayed legs and who were sucking and licking his erect shaft as it rose proudly from his unbuttoned flies.

Their wrists were roped together behind their backs and they had choke-chain collars round their necks.   In each of his big hands he gasped a fistful of their hair, holding them in place as they served him, their lips sliding up and down his straining manhood.  They took it in turn to plunge his purple cock-plum into their mouths until their cheeks bulged.

The first girl had shoulder length straight dark hair tied back in a small ponytail.  Her nose was straight and narrow.  A silver ring piercing its septum hung over her upper lip.  Her eyes deep brown and mouth full.  Her skin had a light olive tint, complimenting the large brown erect nipples, also pierced by silver rings, which capped her full, proud breasts.  Her navel was deep and smooth, her hips wide and her bottom cheeks well rounded.  The lips of her pouting labia were richly curved, smooth and naked.  Silver rings pierced them, joining both inner and outer lips together, and also the fleshy hood of her clitoris.

The second girl was a blonde of slightly slimmer in build with a long mane of curling honey-blonde hair.  By contrast her eyes were blue, her nose a little broader and her lips naturally red and pouting.   Her skin had a light golden even tan that showed off her smaller but still prominent pink nipples that were perfectly in proportion to her neat, high breasts.  Her waist was trim, her stomach flat and her navel a pleasing deep slot.  Like her companion her prominent sex was quite bare.  Like her companion she was pierced through the nose, nipples, labia and clitoris. 

The girls were alike in another respect.  On the upper slopes of their right buttocks the skin of both had been finely scarred and infused with purple dye to form the conjoined letters RW set inside a circle.

The dark haired girl was called April and the blonde Niki and Marvell had bought them barely twenty minutes earlier.  That, apart from the fact that they were a pair of pretty bondmaids and had spirit, was all he knew about them.  For his purposes it was quite sufficient.  He neither knew nor cared that they were not from his world…

Some months earlier, April Harper and Niki King, her workmate and best friend, had been holidaying on the Cotswold Way when they had been chased by a pack of drunken quad-bike riders.  Scrambling through a narrow cleft in a rocky ridge to escape they had somehow been transported into the market town of Ramswold in the parallel world of Nethervale where the lifestyle and technology resembled that of the eighteenth century pre-industrial revolution.  There were no mobile phones, cars or electricity, but there was a long-established system of institutional female slavery.

April and Niki were soon arrested, sentenced and scar-tattooed to mark them as “bondmaids”.  Bondmaids had virtually no rights and were kept collared and naked at all times.  They could be hired or sold and used to satisfy any sexual whim.  To amuse their various masters and mistresses they had been forced to perform sexually together, which unexpectedly had become genuine passionate love.

But bondmaid life was changing them in other ways and as they came to terms with the constant bondage, beatings and forced sex they found themselves experiencing orgasms of increasing intensity.  Was it a consequence of living in Nethervale or had they always unknowingly been masochists?  The lurking fear was that if they stayed too long they would no longer have the will to escape.

They served on a farm, in a tavern slave-brothel, a great country house and, most recently, at Flagewell Abbey under the nuns of the Sisterhood of Saint Theow, who devoted their lives to the training of perfectly obedient and submissive bondmaids.  April had almost been brainwashed into believing there was some sort of divine purpose behind bondmaid service and had only come to her senses and made a dramatic recantation during the “leaving service”, which had turned out to be nothing more than a commercial auction presided over by a bishop.  Fortunately she and Niki had caught Marvell’s eye and he had bought them for a bargain price, saving them from further punishment.

Their only hope was to remain together until they could escape back to the rock cleft above Ramswold where they had emerged into Nethervale and return home.  However, until then they were at the mercy of their new master. 

Marvell grunted and hot sperm spouted from his cockhead to be immediately sucked and lapped by April and Niki.  Only when his manhood was quite clean did they cease their efforts.  Still keeping their lips pressed to his shaft they rolled their eyes up to him in patient expectation.  He might want them to begin again and until ordered otherwise they held their place.  It had been beaten into them that in Nethervale such choices were not theirs to make. 

With a contented sigh Marvell pulled their heads out of his groin, then reached out and clipped the ends of their leashes to the bars of the cages opposite, pulling them back onto their heels.  Buttoning himself up he took out large handkerchief from his pocket and dabbed his brow, considering them thoughtfully as he did so. 

‘You work well together and know how to use your tongues.  Keep that up and you won’t go far wrong in my show… but no doubt you’ve heard of it.’

‘No, Master,’ April said meekly.  ‘We’re strangers here.  Outsiders.’

‘Are you now?  I’ve had a few of your kind before.  Good girls when they put their minds to the job.  Well, I’m proprietor of the finest travelling bondmaid carnival show in Nethervale!  Such a collection of rides, games, and sundry diversions you never did see, nor such a fine covey of pretty girls so eager to please.  Now you’re the latest additions to my stock.  Your job is to bring the punters in, give them a good show and send ‘em away too happy to notice how much lighter in the pocket they are.  It’s hard work but if you behave yourselves and try your best we’ll feed you well, treat you fair and only beat you when you deserve it.  There’s travel, fresh air and plenty of exercise.  We’ll even ring the changes and move you about the stalls so you don’t get stale.  Nothing worse than a bored bondmaid, I always say.  We want to keep you fresh and juicy.  The punters expect to see plenty of stiff nipples and slippery slots, so you’ve got to learn to keep ‘em up and keep ‘em wet, whether you’re in pain or pleasure.  Can you do that?’

‘Yes, Master,’ April and Niki said together.

He grinned, flicking their nipple rings and noting the stiffness of the fleshy nubs in which they were anchored.  ‘We’ll see.  In you get…’

Marvell freed their chains, pushed their heads down and patted them into the remaining cages, which they entered by shuffling forward awkwardly on their knees with their arms still bound behind them.  He closed the doors on their backsides.  The girls in the other cages around them turned their heads to peer through the intervening bars at their new sisters in servitude.

Sitting back Marvell surveyed the pigeonholed array of bottom-flesh with satisfaction.  ‘I told my daughter this morning that we needed to find half a dozen lively new girls with bouncy tits, bright eyes and ripe cunnies to fill out the show.  You see that the wagons are formed up for the parade, I said, and I’ll go out and look from some new girl-flesh.  I know where to find quality bondmaids, and so I have!  They’ll make that scoundrel Carlo green with envy…’

There was a long-handled spanking paddle clipped to the side of the carriage by the door.  Unfastening it Marvell sat back and began swiping it across April and Niki’s buttocks as they protruded between the bars of their cages, making them gasp and yelp.

‘Now, I want to see those slots dripping!’ he commanded.

A few months ago April would not have believed how such treatment could have stimulated her sexually.  Now she knew pain was both foreplay and aphrodisiac to a bondmaid, and she and Niki were no exceptions.  What it said about their true natures was unsettling, but the fact was that confined and presented like this with her bottom simmering with the heat of a tanning she could no more prevent herself lubricating than she could stop breathing.  She felt the slick hot flow ooze between her sex lips as they engorged.  Her pierced clitoris was a shameless hard bud swelling and lifting.   She could smell the scent of her own juices mingling in the close air of the carriage with those of Niki’s.   They were trickling down her thighs now.  She was responding to a beating from the man who now owned her.  He was her legal master and she his slave.  April gave a choking sob of despair and wonder at how good it felt.

Marvell rested his paddle arm to reach through the bars of their cages and between their legs to check the hardness of their ringed nipples, which he tweaked and pinched until they yelped.  Then he pushed his index and forefingers stiffly into their vaginas and began to pump them hard and fast, making slurping, sucking sounds as the elastic passages clung to his digits.

Suddenly he pulled his fingers free and rammed them into the tighter entrances of their anal rings, bringing forth gasps as his fingers explored their rectums.  Luckily these had been flushed out and greased before the auction so they were perfectly clean and receptive.  April knew he was testing their responses to being penetrated by every orifice.  He did not find them wanting.

They whimpered, clenching their thighs and pushing back against his thrusts, their anuses contracting hot and tight about his fingers.  After only a few sharp prods and twists he whipped his fingers out again, pinched their swollen clitorises between thumbs and forefingers and rolled them to a fro, twisting their flesh against their transfixing rings.  They shrieked and wailed in pain and delight, thrashing about and banging against the sides of their cages.  Then they came: spraying their juices over his hands.

Marvell chucked.  As their convulsions diminished he released his hold and sniffed the shiny discharge that now coated his hands.  Chests heaving April and Niki sagged until their faces and sweaty breasts rested on the floor of their cages.

‘Yes, you’ll do fine,’ Marvell declared.  He patted the rumps of the other girls.  ‘You’ll all do fine.  Hah!  This is going to be a good tour!’

He sat back on his seat, wiped his fingers on his handkerchief, laid it across his face and in a few minutes appeared to doze off, lulled by the gentle rocking of the carriage.

Once she was sure Marvell was asleep, April leaned against the bars that separated her from Niki.  Niki did the same.  Their heads touched and she felt the warmth of her lover’s flesh.  Though April knew the other girls might overhear there was something she had to say and did not know when they would next get the opportunity to be this close without being gagged.

Twisting her head round she whispered in Niki’s ear: ‘Are you all right?’

‘Of course,’ Niki whispered back.  ‘That was nothing.  What about you?’

‘I’m fine…’ April’s heart tightened and she felt hot tears springing to her eyes.   ‘…I just wanted to say I’m so sorry!’

‘What for?’

‘The way I acted back in the Abbey.  I was an idiot!  I don’t know what got into me.  It all seemed to makes sense of what had happed to us.  Belonging felt so wonderful.  Now I don’t know why I believed all that nonsense!’

‘You believed because you were brainwashed!’ Niki said firmly.  ‘They controlled everything we did so it wasn’t hard.  You’re a less cynical cow than I am so they got to you first, that’s all.  But in the end you came back.  That’s what matters.’

April found tears were running down her cheeks.  ‘I’ll never let you down again, I promise!’

‘I know.  We’ll stick together, no matter what!’