Chapter 1
The two girls knelt face to face, blue eyes staring into green.
This is all her fault, Christine told herself. Sian knows better then to get us into
something like this! She tried to glare at the other girl, but could manage nothing more
than a slight furrowing of her brow. Damn!
The two girls were quite naked. Each was kneeling; each had their hands pinioned behind
their back, a strap attaching those tied hands to the broad leather collar each wore. A
short chain attached the two collars, holding the girls’ heads quite close together—close
enough that a double ball-gag had been used to silence them.
The double gag kept their mouths full—and their lips just inches from touching.
What’s she doing now! Christine’s line of vision centred on her fellow slave’s eyes,
leaving little more. I can feel…
There was a feathery touch on her distended lips.
She’s trying to kiss me! Christine’s eyes widened at the thought. She’s managed to
move her lips around the gag enough to touch mine! Christine would have shaken her head
in amazement had she been able to, then she wondered: Can I do that too?
Christine concentrated on opening chaffed lips, stretching them forward until…
I did it! Christine felt herself touch the other girl. We can still kiss! Even tied
like this!
“You two are incorrigible.” Christine felt herself start at the voice so close to her
ear. “I punish you for kissing without permission after dinner last night—and now I find
you doing it again!” A hand touched Christine’s shoulder, squeezing slightly. “I thought
you, at least, were smarter than that!”
Christine closed her eyes tight, suddenly afraid. The Master saw me trying to kiss
Sian. She knew how upset he had been just after dinner when Sian, rising to her feet,
leaned over enough to lightly brush her lips against Christine’s. What will he do to us
now? Her eyes opened enough to see Sian’s frightened eyes still trapped and staring into
her own.
Christine felt the master move up alongside her. She shifted her eyes as far to the
side as she could, saw his shadowy form squat down beside her.
Then his hand touched her, ran across her cunt.
“You’re soaking wet.” His hand moved away and she heard a grunt from Sian as it touched
her. “And so are you!” He stood up, held his finger under her nose, letting her smell
the ripe girl-smell clinging there. “I should punish the two of you right now.” She
shivered as he moved behind her, wondering if he was getting a whip or a cane.
“But I’m going to wait.”
Christine relaxed as she felt the master’s hands working at the strap holding the gag in
place. “I’m going to wait until after this evening’s dinner.” His hand ran through her
hair as he pulled her mouth free of the gag. “And make my decision based on your ability
to entertain me with your researches.” He stepped past Christine, unbuckled the strap on
Sian’s head. “God help you both if you disappoint me.”
Dinner that night was a very quiet affair. As she knelt in her usual spot, Christine
noticed that the plumpish girl had not joined them—a situation explained when the master
ordered Sian—who was still Cook’s assistant—to serve dinner immediately. “Slave Carla,”
Christine noted the name—it was the first time she had heard it. “Will not be joining us
for the next few days.” He motioned for Sian to put his dinner before him. “The Master
of the Stable believes she has gained a bit too much weight.” He touched Sian’s belly as
she leaned down to serve him. “As have some other slaves in this household.”
Christine sucked in her own stomach—but remembered that the master had told her-- just a
few weeks earlier before--that she was not fat—he had ordered her not to do what she was
currently doing. She glanced at the table to make sure the Master hadn’t noticed her
disobedience as she relaxed and watched Sian ladle tonight’s stew into her bowel.
“All right, slaves.” The Master looked down at them as Sian took her place. “You have
the usual thirty minutes.” He smiled. “Don’t tarry.”
Christine never tarried over dinner. It took her less than the thirty minutes allotted
to finish her meal. When done, she knelt back on her heels—as she had been instructed—and
waited for the others to join her. She kept her gaze down, but was immediately aware that
the Master was watching her with some intensity. Did I do something wrong? She glanced
down at her bowel, made sure it was properly emptied. Have I been less then pleasing?
She went over her actions for the few weeks. She had spent untold hours translating
several books in the vast Manor Library, taking olde English originals hand copied by
various medieval Monks and turning them into readable modern English. It was a
painstaking job—but one she loved doing. I wish the Master had allowed me to finish
working with that really early book… She had spent a week or so on a very old book by a
monk named Edmund—it had dealt with the early days of the Manor. Something within it had
spoken to her...
But the master had ordered her to put it aside and concentrate on a much later
book—something written during the Civil War. It had dealt with how the Stillwood family
kept the estate together during the troubles—by ensuring that they had a son in each camp.
Old Lord Stillwood was a sly one, Christine told herself. He couldn’t decide which side
would win and, rather than gambling on either, sent his eldest son to fight with the King
and his Cavaliers while the younger marched with Cromwell. When the Roundheads carried
the day, young Stillwood had taken a place in the new Parliament and kept the Manor safe
during the troubled days that followed. I don’t know if that Stillwood kept sex slaves
like me, she blushed at the term. Cromwell certainly wouldn’t have approved. Christine
glanced at her Master, who was still watching her with some intensity. But he was my
Master’s ancestor—and I’d bet real money he had all the girls he wanted!
Christine’s reverie ended as the master tore his eyes off her and spoke. “On your
feet.” He pushed back his own seat as the cuffed women struggled to get upright. “I have
some serious work to do tonight, enough that I will require no company.” He turned to the
silent form of the butler in the corner. “Waites, please insure that Slave Sian and Slave
Christine are properly punished for their antics this afternoon.” He walked around the
table, taking a second to look at the trembling forms of the two girls. “I don’t think
they require a whipping—perhaps something more in keeping with their actions…”
“I have just the thing, sir.” Waites stepped forward, eyes hard on the two girls.
“Shall I begin immediately?”
The Master shrugged. “Whatever you please.” He took two steps toward the door, then
stopped and turned. “Oh, I’ve also decided that slave Elaine there,” he nodded to the
blonde with the huge breasts. “Has been ignored for far too long.” The master smiled at
the sudden look in the blonde’s eyes. “Take care of that for me, will you?”
“As you wish, sir.” Waite regarded the now-reddening form of the blonde with something
like disdain. “Will that be all?”
The Master stepped through the door, heading toward his study. “Indeed. Good night,
Waites.”
Twenty minutes later, Christine found herself in a room she had never seen before and in
a position she had become far too familiar with.
“I built this device several years ago.” Waites had just finished Sian’s bondage and
was working on Christine. “To train a slave we somehow acquired who possessed the most
atrocious posture...”
Christine was tightly ball gagged and on her knees, her back touching Sian’s, whose
legs, longer then Christine’s, were stretched out on either side of the shorter girl.
Both girls were perched so that their cunts were pressed against a blunt wedge fixed to
the floor. Waites had cuffed both girls’ hands in front of them, than run a strap between
their almost-touching elbows and pulled it tight. That left their hands quite helpless.
Another strap around their waist kept them secured in place. As a final fillip, he used a
tiny padlock to bind their collars together. Then…
“Rise up as high as you can.”
Christine had become acquainted with dildos and vibrators during her time at the manor.
The one that Waites now clicked into place on top of the wedge wasn’t the biggest she had
seen-but it was close enough.
“Down, now.”
Christine shuddered a bit as the rubber slid into her. It touched her right under her
G-spot and she knew from bitter experience that it wouldn’t take long to drive her to the
edge of an orgasm.
“Good.” Waites checked the security of the device, than repeated the operation with
Sian. “I think those will do quite nicely. Now…”
He pulled out a roll of fine chain and clipped one end to the tiny eye-ring that was
fixed to the front of Christine’s ball-gag, pulling the chain downward until it was taut,
than clipped it to another eye-ring at one end of the wedge. He checked its tightness,
then repeated the act with Sian’s gag.
“One last thing.”
Christine saw him raise the nipple clamps---and bit down on her gag. She hated the
grating pain such clamps brought—but there was nothing she could do about it except moan a
bit as they were fixed to her tender buds. When Waites was sure they were secure, he ran
a line of some kind of wire from the nipple clamps to a small box on the side of the wedge
before stepping past Christine holding two clips that were clearly destined for Sian’s
breasts.
A moan from the other girl proved that Waites had, indeed, repeated the manoeuvre.
“Let me show you how this works.” Waites reappeared in front of Christine. “If you
keep your head straight and level…” He smiled. “There’s a circle on the wall behind me
that might help you orient. It would be best if you did so now.”
Christine found the circle, fixed her eyes on it.
“Good.” From the edge of her vision, Christine saw Waites flip a switch on the end of
the wedge. “Now, if you stay as you are, nothing will happen to either of you.” He
stepped up alongside Christine. “But if you raise your head above the level…” His hand
pushed her chin up—and the vibrator came to life beneath her, rolling and moving in a very
pleasurable way. Christine felt a warm glow flow over her…
And Sian screamed into her gag, her entire body spasming as she fought to free herself.
“You see what has happened?” Waites pulled her chin back down until the vibrator
stopped moving. “If you move your head upward, you get pleasured but the other slave,” he
nodded toward Sian. “Gets a very nasty jolt of electricity.” He stared into her eyes.
“Look down.”
Trembling, Christine did as she was ordered—and screamed into her own gag as pain flowed
through her breasts into every part of her! It was as if burning needles had been pressed
into her skin—and it didn’t stop! It went on and on…
Then it was over and Christine was staring into the eyes of Waites, who was holding her
chin upright and level. “I should tell you that when you experience the electrical
current, the other slave gets a little ride on her vibrator.” He smiled, released her
chin, and patted her on the cheek. “So here is your problem.” He stood up, looking down
at the bound duo. “You can give yourself pleasure—and hurt your friend.” He turned away.
“Or you can give her pleasure—and endure pain that is twice what she feels.” He stopped
at the door. “It should certainly give you both something to think about.” The door
clicked shut behind him.
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