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Slaves of the Circle T
Chapter 7
"Rod and I are going to fly into town to see the lawyer. Are you sure you want to stay here, rather than come with us?" Travis stood beside his helicopter, alongside his nephew, both of them glaring at Lila.
"Quite sure," the redhead replied, unperturbed by the scowls aimed in her direction, "I'll be all right here."
"Yes, I'll bet," Rod snapped, "with Tom and Earl away, it'll just be you and Cassie, won't it? Well, you'd better make the most of it, you bitch. This is the last chance you'll get."
"Then I will... darling," Lila's reply dripped scorn. "It'll give me at least one happy memory of you and this dump."
"That's enough. From both of you," Travis cut in before Rod could reply to Lila. "Come on, Rod, get in the helicopter."
As Rod snatched open the door and jumped in, Travis stared coldly at Lila, "We'll stay in town tonight and be back tomorrow morning. Be ready. I want you gone as quickly as possible."
"Don't worry. I wouldn't stay if you paid me," Lila retorted sharply, then retreated to a safe distance as he climbed into the machine and cranked the starter.
The blades rotated slowly at first, then dissolved into a blur of speed as Travis opened the throttle and the machine rose into the air and turned away in the direction of the distant hills. Lila watched and waited until it disappeared and the engine noise faded to silence, then hurried back to the house, her mind busily checking her careful plans for the day.
She could not know that she was not the only one with plans.
In the helicopter, ten miles to the North of the house, Rod tapped his uncle's arm and pointed downwards, "There. In that clearing."
"I see it. OK. I'll set us down."
The helicopter circled then landed in the centre of the clearing and as the engine died, the two men climbed out and walked over to the horses that Rod had stationed there the previous night. With the skill born of long practice, both men swung up into the saddles and began to walk the horses South, back towards the house and the unsuspecting redhead who was the target of their plan.
Confidently assuming that Travis and her husband were miles away and would not be back until the morning, Lila smoothed the figure hugging Lycra of a spectacularly brief black bikini top over her full breasts. The top, two minuscule triangles barely covering her nipples, was matched by the bottom, little more than a scrap of material over her sex, held in place by a thong neatly bisecting her buttocks, but leaving her cheeks completely bare.
It was an outfit she had bought for her honeymoon with Rod and Lila felt there was a nice irony in wearing it for the day she left him, as she had on the day she married him. It rounded things off rather neatly, she thought and besides, it was the only thing she had that fitted in with her ideas of what a Mistress would wear. For the same reason, she wore a pair of gleaming black high-heeled shoes and as she picked up her leather crop and inspected herself in the full-length mirror, Lila knew she had achieved the image she wanted. Slightly sinister, vaguely threatening and extremely sexy. Her teeth flashed in a cruel smile as she left her bedroom and made her way to the outbuilding where Cassie was imprisoned.
The tall blonde slave didn't know it yet, but she was about to meet the Mistress of her dreams, or maybe her nightmares, and Lila could hardly wait to see her reaction. As the bolts on the door of the building where she was held rattled back, Cassie rolled from the bed where she was resting and went gracefully to her knees, displaying her body as she had been trained. She didn't know who it was, but that didn't matter. As a slave she had to kneel to everybody anyway and her action was an automatic response.
The door swung inwards and she gasped, her eyes wide with surprise and delight as she saw Lila smiling at her and took in the details of her costume.
"Hello, slave. Your Mistress has come to visit you. On your feet and stand still."
Cassie jumped up and grinned at the redhead, "You look terrific in that costume, Mistress. Just as I've always imagined a real Mistress would look."
Lila hid her pleasure with a frown and spoke as sternly as she could manage. "I am a real Mistress, as you will soon find out, slave. And I did not give you permission to speak. You will be punished for that and I shall enjoy disciplining a slave who clearly needs it."
Cassie's grin switched off and she licked her lips nervously, wondering whether she had read too much into her night of love making with the redhead. That had been such a wonderful time for them both that Cassie had assumed that Lila was now more of a friend than a Mistress, but perhaps she had misjudged the situation. It was definitely not worth taking a risk to find out, she didn't want to be whipped, and clamped her lips together, arching her spine to display her body to best advantage and crossing her wrists behind her back.
"That's more like it," Lila said, then grinned, "don't look so worried, honey. I'm not going to be mean to you." She paused for a second and chuckled, "Well, maybe just a bit, perhaps. But it's OK, there's only you and me here. Rod and Travis have gone into town and won't be back until tomorrow. I've got everything planned, so just do as I tell you and it'll be great. We'll have a lot of fun and you'll enjoy it, I promise."
Cassie stared at her scantily clad Mistress and felt a warm glow of slave heat stir in her belly at the prospect of a whole day, and night, alone with Lila. The redhead was clearly excited and although Cassie was pretty sure that her part in Lila's plan was going to be as a tightly bound and gagged prisoner, Lila's excitement was infectious. Cassie was curious to find out just what the smaller girl had in mind, and it was after all, their last time together, because Lila was leaving the ranch.
"May I speak, Mistress?" Cassie asked softly and when the redhead nodded, said simply, "I am your slave and must serve you in any way you desire."
Lila gazed at her for a long moment, then walked forwards and stretched up to kiss her cheek. "Thank you, Cassie. I shall miss you," her brown eyes misted with tears, but then she controlled herself with an effort and was a Mistress again. She stepped back a pace, "You are my slave and will be treated as a slave," she said firmly, "if you disobey or fail to please me, you will be punished."
Cassie shrugged her shoulders, "I know, Mistress. I will try to be pleasing, but if I fail, then I will deserve to be punished. After all, I am only a helpless slave, aren't I?" and her lips curved into a broad grin.
"Not as helpless as you soon will be, slave," her Mistress did not return the smile and Cassie began to realise that twenty four hours was a very, very long time to be at the mercy of someone as determined as Lila appeared to be.
"Turn around, slave."
As her wrist cuffs were locked together, Cassie's belly swirled with delicious heat. She was committed now and it was too late for any second thoughts.
Lila chuckled again, "You, slave, are in a whole lot of trouble. As from now, the joke's over, so if I were you, I'd keep my mouth shut." As the blonde obeyed, Lila pointed to the open door, "Outside, slave," she ordered, "you're going for a little walk and I shall be right behind you, with my friend here," and she swished her crop through the air.
Cassie gulped and walked slowly out into morning sunshine, then yelped as the crop flicked across her buttocks.
"Faster, slave, and head over to the stable."
Turning to her right and walking more quickly, Cassie headed for the building, Lila right behind her with her crop poised to strike and a smile on her pretty face as she savoured the delightful sight of her slave's naked bottom and thighs.
"In there."
The door was open and as Cassie hurried inside, she found herself in a long, low, rectangular room lit by four small windows on one wall, a second, closed door at the far end. As her eyes adjusted to the comparative gloom after the bright sunshine, Cassie looked around and shivered with excitement as she saw that her Mistress really had got everything planned.
In the corner, an old-fashioned wooden framed bed stood on four sturdy legs, ropes from each corner laid neatly on the bare boards forming its base, while in other parts of the room, dangling from heavy iron rings sunk into the thick beams supporting the roof, several more ropes were run through pulleys to iron cleats bolted to the walls.
"Tom and Earl used to use this place to bring their slaves," Lila's voice broke into Cassie's racing thoughts, "so I decided to use it for you. Keep still while I unlock your wrists, then go over to the bed and lie down on your back. I'm going to spread-eagle you, slave."
Just for a moment, as Lila untied her, Cassie thought about turning the tables on her Mistress. She was bigger than Lila and probably stronger and she might just be able to overpower her and spread-eagle her instead. Cassie's lips twitched as she imagined Lila's surprise if she was to suddenly find herself tied to the bed, with Cassie in control for a change.
It was certainly an appealing idea, but even as she considered it, Cassie knew that it wasn't going to happen. The trouble was, she actually wanted to be tied up by Lila and to be forced to submit to the redhead and Cassie was honest enough to admit to herself that she loved being submissive and helpless. With slave heat coiling in her belly, Cassie walked to the bed, lay down on the bare boards and without waiting to be commanded, spread her limbs to the four corners.
Lila didn't waste any time and as she looped the ropes through the rings on Cassie's wrist and ankle cuffs, pulled them as tight as she could and tied the ends securely, the blonde got the first part of her wish.
Lila gazed down at the spread-eagled 'X' of her slave's naked body and her eyes gleamed with pleasure and excitement. "You're mine, slave," she said throatily, "all mine, and I'm going to do anything I like to you."
Cassie gasped and nodded her head eagerly, "Yes, Mistress. I'm your slave and I want you, Mistress."
"I want you, too, slave. But you're the one who's tied up, so you'll just have to be patient, won't you?" and she reached down and pulled a bag from under the bed as Cassie glared impotently up at her. The first item out of the bag was the giant leather ball she had last worn in Travis' study, the second was the matching blindfold and the moment she saw the two objects, Cassie trembled in her bonds and knew she was in deep, deep trouble. In a matter of seconds she was both mute and blind and as her belly fluttered and her nipples stiffened to betray her soaring arousal, she heard her Mistress's soft chuckle, "Well, well, you are a randy little slave, aren't you? I wonder just how randy?"
Cassie screamed in anguish, fighting her bondage, her spine arching to lift her hips clear of the bed as cool fingers invaded her moist sex and caressed the fleshy button of her clitoris to trigger an immediate climax. Devastated by her instant capitulation when she had expected a slow, delicious, erotic build-up to her inevitable submission to her Mistress, Cassie was appalled by the ruthless treatment she had received and as she spasmed helplessly, she moaned in humiliation, fearing that she had fatally under-estimated the redhead's determination.
"That's one, slave. Let's try for two, shall we?"
The words confirmed Cassie's worst fears and her fingers clawed blindly at the ropes securing her, searching for the knots.
"You can't reach them, slave. I made quite sure of that," her Mistress gave a tinkling laugh as she watched the blonde's fumbling efforts, "I've got you and there's nothing you can do about it."
That simple truth was made crystal clear to Cassie as soft lips descended on her left breast, kissing delicately at her erect nipple, then parting to suck her engorged and quivering flesh into the warm, wet cave of Lila's mouth. It was an exquisitely thrilling sensation and Cassie shuddered with the pleasure of it, muffled whimpers leaking past the gag between her jaws and her torso straining upwards, as if to offer her breast even more helplessly to her captor.
Lila's tongue flicked again and again at the stone-hard bud, until Cassie gasped and panted and her body trembled to the strength of her need, and then the utterly dominant redhead allowed her sharp teeth to close on her slave's nipple and give a gentle nip. As she felt the tiny flash of delicious pain, Cassie squealed in overwhelming passion and exploded into her second climax, scalding juices pouring into her sex and her breast vibrating wildly against her Mistress's lips as she surrendered to the sexual ecstasy imposed upon her.
Lila raised her lips from the blonde's pulsing body and whispered into her ear, "That's two, slave. And we've only just started."
Drowning in her own lusts, her pussy aflame with liquid heat, Cassie threw her head from side to side as Lila whispered the dreadful news and her spread-eagled body writhed sinuously as she tried, and failed, to alleviate the sexual storm engulfing her. Lila rose to her feet and checked the ropes to ensure that Cassie stayed exactly where she was and to satisfy herself that the blonde's struggles hadn't loosened the knots.
Reassured that all was well, she stood looking down at her slave's sweat-streaked body and the silvery evidence of her submissions staining her thighs, enjoying the tremors that rippled through Cassie's belly as her climax slowly waned. A few more minutes, she decided and the blonde would be ready for a third submission. She slipped the fingers of both hands under the flimsy triangle of material covering her sex and began to play with her own body. While she was waiting for Cassie to recover, there was no reason for her to deprive herself of a little pleasure. And she certainly had a highly stimulating view.
Cassie didn't know or care why the devastating arousal had stopped, she was simply grateful that it had. She knew it wouldn't last and that she would soon be forced to respond and submit to her Mistress again, but even a short respite was a welcome opportunity to catch her breath and give her body a chance to calm down a little.
Lila was absolutely merciless, far more ruthless than Cassie had anticipated when she had agreed to play her part in the redhead's plan and Cassie couldn't believe how powerfully she had climaxed when the girl's teeth had closed on her nipple. Maybe it was just as well that the redhead was going away, because Cassie wasn't at all sure that she could cope with her Masters and a Mistress, let alone a Mistress as demanding as Lila. A Mistress she was already more than half in love with.
