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 than 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.

 

 

Chapter 2

 

That endless night passed in agony for Christine. At first she had thought Waite's contraption harmless enough-all she had to do was keep her eyes on the mark, which would keep her head level. It would all be over by the morning.

But now, morning seemed very far away. Christine had enjoyed little sleep the night before, having spent it face to face-and lip to lip-with Sian. Now, nearly twenty-four hours later, her body was beginning to weaken.

I can do this, she told herself. All I have to do is stay awake...

Stay awake...

Stay awake...

The room started to spin around Christine, the circle on the wall irised in and out, became bigger-smaller-blurry. She narrowed her eyes, bit into the gag. Stay awake...

Minutes--hours-unmeasured time passed at its own pace until, finally, the room began to fade and Christine's world narrowed down to the mark on the wall. The mark that shrunk, became smaller-smaller...

Pain flooded through Christine. Pain far worse than any she had felt before! I fell asleep! She fought to get herself under control. Damn! Fought her own weakness and fear as she forced the waves of pain down, straightened her head, found the mark on the wall. Stared at it...

The pain stopped.

Christine sucked in air as quickly as she could. I can't fall asleep again! I can't let that happen! All I have to do is stay awake! It should be easy-I'm full of adrenaline now. Easy.

All I have to do is stay awake...

More pain-worse this time. Christine fought through it, fought herself back to wakefulness. Damn! She found the mark, fixed her eyes on it. I can't fall asleep again! I have to stay awake!

But she didn't.

 

"Rise and shine, slaves."

Christine's body sagged with relief as she heard the butler enter the room. She'd been shocked eight or nine times in the course of the night-she was never quite sure which number was correct-and was on the edge of exhaustion. Not that they'll let me sleep now! Still, she wouldn't have to worry about her nipples being seared if she happened to relax her neck muscles just a little ...

"How many times, slave." Waites was suddenly next to her, switching off his horrid device and removing her gag. "How many?"

"I'm..." Christine slurped up what drool she could, allowing the rest to drip on her aching nipples. "I'm not sure, master." She ran her tongue over chapped lips. "Eight times for certain. Perhaps nine..."

Waites removed the clamps from her nipples, running his finger over them, making sure they weren't too badly damaged. "And how many times did you allow the dildo to soothe you?"

Christine's brow furrowed at that. "None, master. Had I done that, Sian would have been punished with the current."

"And you didn't want that to happen." He unbuckled the straps holding the two girls together. "I wonder if slave Sian would have done the same if your positions were reversed."

"She would."

Waites turned as Master Thomas stepped into the room. "Neither of these would do anything that might hurt the other if they could help it."

"If you say so, sir." Waites continued to unbuckle and unclip. "If you say so."

"After breakfast, bring the redhead to Cook." He ran his hand over the stubble on his chin. "Instruct Cook to give her some extra exercise." He smiled. "She's getting a bit too fat and sassy."

"Yes sir."

"I'll take the other one with me." He looked down at Christine's kneeling form. "I've been up all night working on our problem-perhaps she can soothe me enough that I can nap."

Christine felt her heartbeat speed up. The master wants me to soothe him! She watched him out of the corner of her eye. He wants me! Not Sian or any of the others. Me!

"One more thing, Waites."

"Sir?"

"How was Elaine's performance?"

Christine saw the whisper of a smile cross the butler's face-a whisper that was quickly wiped away.

"She was adequate, sir." He removed the last strap tying the two girls together and motioned for them to stand. "And far too aware of the power of her main..." He coughed lightly. "Features." He turned to Thomas. "If you know what I mean."

"I do, Waites." Thomas turned away and headed for the door. "We'll have to do something about that, won't we."

Waites motioned for Sian and Christine to follow him. "Indeed we will, sir." He turned down the corridor toward the dining hall. "And as soon as may be possible."

Breakfast was over in a flash, and Christine found herself being led away by the Master before she really knew what was happening.

"Stay awake, slave." The willow switch the Master always carried slashed into Christine's hip, bringing a quick yelp. "It's early in the day-hours before you get to sleep.

Hours! Christine had been awake for nearly 48 hours straight. There was already a drag in her step-and a distinct lag in her thinking. How am I going to stay awake...? She glanced at her master through down-turned eyes. And please him if I'm this tired!

The question really meant nothing. Christine knew she would do everything she could to please the master-no matter how tired she was. His switch would take care of that...

"This way." Thomas turned into the door that led to his suite of rooms. "Keep up." The switch flashed again, this time impacting on Christine's breast.

She yelped again-and hurried up.

"Into the shower, first." The master watched as she turned to the indicated destination. "You stink!"

Christine stepped into the huge shower, waited as the master clipped her collar to one of the rings in the wall, then turned her head toward the shower heads, finally relaxing as warm water coursed over her body. Thank God! She turned slightly, letting the stream touch her flanks. I was beginning to smell myself!

She moaned slightly as the master ran a huge sponge soaked in some kind of bath gel over her body, paying special attention to her breasts and thighs.

"Stand straight."

The sponge went between her legs, soaking up the moisture that the night had built up. From there it went across her back and shoulders, washing away much of the tension there.

Pleasure washed over Christine as the master washed out her hair. Pleasure that grew when he ran his hands over her breasts, testing their weight, playing with the still-sore nipples before caressing them.

Her eyes closed with joy.

And he was gone.

"Time to rinse off now."

Christine squealed as the water turned from warm to icy cold. She tried to back away from the stream but was held in place by the chain linking her to the wall.

"Don't try to move-just turn and let the soap rinse away.

Christine did what she was told, the cold creeping into her bones. At least this is waking me up. Then the water was turned off and the master unclipped her collar and ordered her out onto the bathroom floor.

He was waiting with one of the large bath towels from the rack. She tried to stand still as he ran the soft cloth over her body, drying her slowly and carefully-and in the process rekindling the heat deep inside her.

She was panting with need when he finally finished and, smiling, ordered her into his bedroom. "We're going to try something a bit different today." He knelt her, as usual, in the middle of the big bed, admiring her as he stripped off his own clothes. "I don't think you'll try to harm me." He leaned over her, running a hand over her trembling ass. "So I'm going to give you a chance to really please me." He unlocked her cuffs, pulled her numb arms in front of her, and re-cuffed them there before removing her gag. "I'm going to let you use your hands." He smiled as he stepped to the bottom of the bed. "Of course, my own rules force me to make sure you're secure-even without those handcuffs." He pulled a short chain with a single cuff attached from the base of the bed. "And so..." The cuff closed around Christine's ankle, the chain taut. "Now..." Thomas lay down in the centre of the bed, stretching out so his mid-section-and huge erection-was right in front of the chained girl. "I think you know that you'd better do a good job."

Fatigue was forgotten as Christine set to work with a will. She used her cuffed hands to grasp the base of the Master's penis, holding it erect as she set to work with her mouth and tongue. Within a few seconds, the master was hard as a rock-and moaning in pleasure. Christine shifted position, ran her mouth up and down the sides of the Master's tool, sucking, licking-even biting (ever so gently) on occasion.

His moans grew louder, and Christine shifted again, taking him into her mouth and sucking hard until he spasmed with pleasure.

She was careful to drink in every drop.

"That was good, slave." He stared up at her. "Quite good." She saw him smile. "If I wasn't so tired, I think I'd roll you on your back and use you fully." He yawned. "Perhaps later..."

Christine waited, sure that he was going to order her to kneel at the foot of the bed-her usual position when he slept.

"I'm too tired to get you down on the floor." He reached up, grabbed the chain holding her cuffs together. "So..." He pulled her to one side of the bed and clipped the cuffs to an eye-ring on one of the bed posts. That left her stretched between the chain holding her to the bottom of the bed and the cuffs holding her to the top. She wasn't uncomfortable-but she was quite helpless and completely incapable of movement.

The master smiled, running a hand down her breast, pinching a nipple. "I'm going to let you sleep here for the next two hours." He let his hand linger on her belly, an index finger touching her cunt as she shivered in pleasure. "Later, we can play a little more." He turned away, stretching out in the middle of the bed. "Pleasant dreams."

He was quietly snoring within minutes-but she didn't hear it, having fallen asleep an instant after she allowed herself to dare to relax.