Gwen's Binding Contract	Back to H	Back to main page

Collected by Djian
updated marts 8 2008

It seems obvious, but this story is for adults only. If you are under
the age of 18 please leave this newsgroup, you don't belong here. I
will not be held responsible if children read this story. For the rest
of you, I hope you enjoy.

The naked girl knelt in a dimly lit basement dungeon. She had been bound, gagged and blindfolded, waiting in this position for God knows how long--time meant nothing now except discomfort and torment, punctuated by occasional bursts of unbearable ecstasy. Her knees ached from the stone floor and her wrists and thumbs were numb from the steel cuffs. Already, her loins glistened from something more than sweat. For the hundredth time she thought back to how she willingly came to be here. It was an intriguing personals ad over a week ago: "Young, attractive, adventurous female wanted. Must know how to follow orders, be willing to start at the bottom, and work in a variety of strenuous positions for a year. Call NOW for details."

She had called, was questioned at length, and followed the precise instructions. Yes, she wanted this--badly. She settled all her affairs, closed out accounts, and put her meager belongings in long-term storage. A chauffeured limousine picked her up at the appointed time a week later. Following her owners' directives, she wore no underwear, packed no possessions, brought no jewelry. The girl would need nothing where she was going. The driver matter-of-factly blindfolded and handcuffed her. She then sat back for a day long drive into a new life. She had absolutely no idea where she was, only that it was an isolated mansion somewhere in the Maryland--Virginia area.

After arriving, there was a lengthy, very intimate interview by two unseen female voices. They carefully documented her full understanding to their unique arrangements by tape recording her unconditional agreement. Then, she was led, still blindfolded and cuffed, down a long flight of stone steps. Exactly one year from tonight she would be released, given her Swiss bank account number, and find herself financially secure. She had only to completely satisfy two young, insatiable and very dominant females for a year!

Signed, sealed and delivered--she was truly and totally owned now by two voracious vixens. They even controlled her identity. One of the Mistresses, who later identified herself as Ashley, declared that the girl's given name displeased her--for the next twelve months she would be referred to as "Gwen", among other, much more descriptive names.

Descending into the mansion's fully equipped dungeon, "Gwen" heard several heavy doors being unlocked. Four hands firmly positioned her in a warm cell. The girl felt her clothes being carefully cut from her trembling body--she'd wear nothing for a long time. Someone fitted five inch stiletto heels onto her feet. They fastened to her by a leather strap that locked around each ankle. She could never free herself from them. One of her new owners, Ashley, broke the silence, "Slave, you'll be wearing these for several days. We like you up on your toes." A tiny moan escaped the girl's open lips. Britt, the other Mistress, giggled, "Among other positions."

Someone gathered her long black hair in a fist and pulled her firmly down to her knees. Then, her ankles were crossed and tightly corded. The spike heels dug into her bare ass. Her handcuffs were unlocked and switched so that her arms were secured behind her back. A matching set of thumb cuffs was clamped on, emphasizing her helplessness and making the tight handcuffs doubly effective. One held her hair out of the way while the other buckled a two inch wide leather collar around the slim neck. It was padlocked in place--she'd be wearing it for a year. A heavy chain linked her collar to a floor ring bolt between her spread knees.

"Open wide," one of them ordered. Obediently, her lips parted. She felt a large rubber penis gag being inexorably pushed between her strong, white teeth. Her jaws were fully distended, tongue packed down inside her mouth. Then, footsteps went away, leaving the kneeling slave alone--fettered, plugged and blindfolded. Hours passed, measured only by small panting sounds and drops of sweat running down trembling skin. Soon, the girl's knees ached terribly, but she could do nothing about it. Gwen had to keep reminding herself she'd voluntarily sought this out. In any case, she couldn't back out now--it was already too late. She'd irrevocably signed on for a full year of this! They had made it quite clear there was no word for "mercy", no way to cancel her contract or quit early. They owned her--period!

Ashley and Britt thought their new female slave was in the perfect position--kneeling--to contemplate her twelve months of servitude while they celebrated upstairs with dinner. After eating, they changed into "play" clothes (leather thong garter belts, bra outlines, black stockings, high heels, and collars) and rushed downstairs to give "Gwen" a proper welcome to her new home.

As the two excited women unlocked the cell door, they felt their pulses quicken. They'd been searching for a suitable female submissive for several months. After tonight, they would know for certain whether they had selected the right one. This "Gwen" had all the makings of the perfect sex slave. They agreed to be particularly rigorous in testing the girl's sensuality and tolerance for pain. Her first reactions were very encouraging. The anticipation made their pussies damp. Of course, the bound loveliness was exactly as they'd left her. Hearing the cell door swing open, the blindfolded nudity twisted her head from side to side, moaning into the rubber cock filling her throat.

"Be patient, little puss," Britt said, untying her ankles. "We'll fix you up so those poor little knees get a break." Little did Gwen know that she had just experienced the most comfort she would know for many days. Ashley hauled her to her feet while Britt pulled her long legs far apart, chaining them to ring bolts set into the stone floor. Only then did the hand and thumb cuffs come off. Her hands were immediately tied in front of her with nylon rope. One of the Mistresses removed the girl's blindfold while the other fastened a long hemp rope tightly around her slim waist--it knotted in back. Ashley pulled the free end between the tanned thighs and, using a stepladder, fed it up to a ceiling pulley directly above the naked captive. She brought the rope down and cinched it through the helpless female's bound hands. Ashley pulled her slave's wrists high overhead, taking out every bit of the slack. As the harsh rope became taut, her partner carefully parted Gwen's moist lips, ensuring that the rough tether cut through her ass crack and burrowed deeply into the tender cunt. It was instantly intolerable.

Moments later, Gwen found herself dangling tautly from corded wrists, straining up on her toes, arms hauled up toward the ceiling. Any attempt to lower her arms even a tiny bit pulled the coarse rope further into her pussy, burrowing into her tender clit like a hungry animal. She'd been forced to contribute to her own bondage. Purely for torment's sake, Ashley crushed Gwen's elbows together and corded them tightly, right in front of her eyes. This forced the girl's head back, her neck arching painfully inside the wide collar. Up on her toes in the stiletto heels, Gwen's calf muscles stood out like fists from the strain. Ashley and Britt slowly circled the sweating, quivering nakedness, prodding the flat belly, upthrust breasts, and tight butt. Gwen's nipples were already erect--an excellent sign, they noted approvingly, as they inspected their new possession.

"Let's have her puss shaved tomorrow," Ashley observed to her friend.

"Oh, I agree. That way the jewelry will show up better. You couldn't see the rings in all that fur," responded Britt.
"We'll do the nipples and her nose next week," decided Ashley, wanting to prolong the Lisa's torment.

Ashley mischievously twanged the cunt rope, pulling it out and letting it snap back. She loved watching the girl jerk in their diabolical bondage, fighting helplessly to remain motionless. Britt's wicked fingers pushed aside the damp rope and wormed their way inside Gwen's moist pussy. Foam seeped out around the cutting restraint. Licking her lips with a snakey tongue, Britt teased the girl's slick clit while she savored each twitch. Ashlet removed the drooling wet penis gag. They couldn't wait to hear their new property beg for mercy.

"Ple . . . ah . . . please . . . it's ag-agony . . .", Gwen groaned, staring straight up toward the ceiling pulley, only a few feet above her corded wrists and splayed fingers.

"Th . . . this rope . . . it's cutting me in two." "Good," Ashley said, smiling. "It's supposed to. You should thank us for fixing you so nicely. Say, 'Thank you, Ashley . . . Thank you Britt'." Without thinking, the strung up female shook her head and strained against the tensioned rope. Without warning, a fierce cut from a bamboo crop exploded across her tight ass. It was absolutely, unbelievably excruciating. Gwen instinctively jerked her arms, but ceased the motion immediately when she realized she'd only pulled the cutting cunt rope deeper into her tender pussy. The cleverness of their torment suddenly struck her--she had to keep her arms raised up high and remain on her toes. Any attempt to lower them, any flinching whatsoever only created indescribable torment. She had to remain absolutely, perfectly motionless no matter what they did to her or for how long! Gwen's head fell back and she wailed in despair.

Shaking her head and grinning, Ashley said, "No, no slave. I didn't give you permission to scream yet. I told you to thank us. You just earned ten little love taps--from each of us, of course." Both women took up positions, Ashley in front and Britt in back. On the count of three, two thin bamboo canes flashed through the air and snapped into the cringing, sweat-soaked skin . .
. Zzzkkk! "One." "Noooohhh!"

The girl shrieked and jerked, flinging her head back. Two scarlet lines appeared, one across a flat belly and another into straining shoulder muscles. The women paused, enjoying their captive's frantic efforts to control her arms, savoring her moans. Another nod from Ashley and twin fires again laced into the waiting female flesh dangling before them . . .
Zzzkkk! Into a breast and across both ass checks. "Two." Ashley really relished this part, "Think you'll be more polite next time, slave?"

"Aaaaargh! Ple-please . . . no more . . . dear God . . . I cah-can't . . . I beg you . . . please . . ."
Zzzzkkkk! Her upper legs and small of her back. "Three", Britt taunted, "Bet you'll remember to thank us now, won't you, you little cunt."

"YEOW! Anything . . . I'll do anything . . . I'll crawl . . . I swear I'll . . ."
ZZZzzzkkkk! A tender, mossy armpit and inside of a tensioned thigh. "Four. Of course you'll crawl, silly." Ashley promised firmly. "You'll do anything we want you to do."

"AAAAAOOOOWWWW! Ple . . . ah . . . ahhgony . . . anythinggg . . ." ZZZZzzzzkkkk!!
It went on and on--very slowly, very methodically. Each blow was carefully timed and perfectly placed to inflict the maximum pain possible without doing serious damage. After all, their toy was brand new--neither Ashley wanted to harm it so soon--just break it in properly.

Gwen panted in something close to panic. She couldn't stand a year of this. But she had to! Suddenly, she realized the strokes had communicated themselves to her swollen lips between her legs . . . God . . . she was soaked. The first droplet of slave juice began to slowly seep down the inside of a trembling thigh.
At last the slashing canes ceased--but Gwen's torment continued. Her wealed skin was on fire. Her arms ached terribly and sagged in their bonds--as intended, this pulled the hemp rope deeper into her dripping cunt.

Ashley cheerfully asked the sobbing bundle, "Well, slave, ready to thank us now?" With a conscious effort, Gwen controlled her panting, gathered her breath, pushed her arms up as high as she could, and gasped, "Th-thank you Ashley . . . Thank you Britt." Her head dropped back from the effort.

"That didn't sound sincerely grateful, slave", Ashley said happily. "So now, we're going to punish you just a bit." Britt added brightly, "While you get your first lesson in how to pleasure us." The wracked body could only moan, begging weakly, lost to their absolute dominance of her body and mind. She slumped in her tethers only to jerk upright again as the rope sliced deeper into her erotic crevice.

It took just a few minutes of practiced work on the trembling nudity to position her for the next event. Numb from her ordeal, Gwen soon found herself strapped face up on a low, narrow bondage table. Her arms were fastened down to either side of the specially constructed device. Gwen's long legs were widely spread, with her feet pulled down and back to her straining wrists. Leather indented sweat and pain soaked flesh everywhere. Straps were tightly buckled around her shoulders, chest, elbows, wrists, waist, knees, and ankles. A padded bolster was stuffed underneath her ass, raising her wealed loins high. She felt all breasts and pussy.

"Don't you want to say something now?" prompted Ashley. This time, Gwen didn't hesitate a moment--she couldn't affirm her submission fast enough. "Ohh God, yes . . . thank you . . . please . . . thank you, Mistress." She was learning.
"Gooood little pussy", Britt praised, pinching an erect nipple hard. Standing on opposite sides of Gwen's head, Ashley and Britt leaned over their slave's face and kissed passionately. Tongues darted deeply inside seeking mouths and curled around each other. Ashley entwined her fingers in Britt's dark thatch. Britt kneaded Ashley's perfect breasts, fondling her friend's engorged nipples. Sandwiched between the two women's loins, Gwen drank in the erotic scent of hot female arousal simmering from excited pussies only inches from her gasping mouth. She stared hungrily at smooth, clean-shaven cunts, neatly decorated with delicate, gold lip-rings. White juice was running down the insides of her owners' thighs, wetting the tops of black stockings. Gwen turned to one side then the other, her tongue reaching, stretching out . . . missing by bare inches. God . . . if only she could touch . ..

Ashley broke off the deep mouth fucking of her lover with some effort. "Okay", she panted, "Let's get this little cunt-slave ready for her first test."

"About time", Britt said. "I'm really thirsty tonight." Gwen had no idea what they were talking about or what was going to happen to her, but it couldn't be pleasant.

Without another word, the two owners leaned over and began feeding hungrily on Gwen's defenseless breasts. Two pairs of extremely skillful lips nibbled and sucked and licked and gnawed and bit and flicked and .

Within moments Gwen was delirious. She gasped and whined steadily as the two precocious dominants toyed with her helplessly euphoric nerves. Hands stole between the girl's strapped open legs and teased drenched, swollen lips. The sensation was absolutely exquisite. Fingers dripping with cream probed her open mouth--she sucked avidly like a mindless cat. One of them smeared secretions onto a jutting nipple and then licked it off. . . Ohhh my God! The tractioned beauty vibrated within the rigid leather straps. Gwen could feel it building between her legs. . . higher . . . close . . . almost there . . . plea . . . she was . . . she was going to . . .aaaaahh . . . .

Suddenly, everything stopped. The practiced Mistresses had timed it perfectly, leaving her hanging . . . God! No! This was worse than the whipping! Her nerves screamed.
"Please!" Gwen sobbed frantically. "Please . . . don't stop . . . please don't leave me this way."
Wiping their wet lips off, Ashley and Britt knew their captive was properly prepared for their game.

Ashley leaned over and grabbed two fistfuls of damp hair. Gwen nearly stopped breathing. "Listen slave", Ashley said firmly, "Pay attention carefully. We're going to have a little contest, a demonstration of your oral talents and self control. I'm going to sit on your face and see how fast you can bring me off. You'd better throw yourself into this, because at the same time Britt's going to work to get you to climax first."

Ashley continued, relishing the predicament they had placed the aroused female in. "If you dare to come before I do, well . . . you lose--badly, I'm afraid. Then, we'll rig up that nice cunt rope again and you'll spend the rest of the night perched on it--blindfolded and gagged. So you won't get too bored, we'll take turns visiting you all night with those friendly little bamboo canes. If you can hold off until after I please me, we'll let you rest instead. Understand?"
Gwen just closed her eyes and nodded hopelessly. A ruthless slash across her taut belly reminded her she had forgotten something important. Britt had been watching, hoping for another excuse to cut into the tender flesh.

"Aaaaargh! I-I'm sor-sorry . . . Oh God . . . thank you . . . yes . . . I un-understand . . . thank you, Mistress. I'll try . . . honest . . . anything . . . please . . ." More cream oozed out from between her crimson lips. Now she understood why they had played with her, excited her. Her owners had cruelly stimulated her right up to the edge to make it nearly impossible for her to hold off. She was truly in the hands of two merciless women who delighted tormenting females.

"That's better", Ashley said. "Remember, you'd better please ME first--or else. Now, get that pink tongue of yours busy, bitch!"

Ashley languorously swung up on the bondage bench and straddled the waiting, flushed face. As she settled down onto the open mouth, Ashley glanced over her shoulder at Britt, "Go ahead, dear--do her." Grinning, Britt happily set to work on the spread-out female meal. First, she slowly twisted a pre-greased vibrating butt plug deep into Gwen's ass. It felt like it was pushing up her throat. Wiping her wet fingers off on the taut insides of the girl's thighs, Britt flipped the power switch on to its highest setting.

Underneath the dominant's loins, Gwen's eyes screwed shut in unwilling delight as the buzzing plug fired her excitement higher. Her mouth was buried in Ashley's wet lips. Ashley grabbed the black mane between her legs, gently rocking and pushing. "I want to feel that tongue, slave," she moaned, "Now!" Gwen gasped, a blast of hot breath washing Ashley's smooth crotch. Remembering the threatening penalty, Gwen thrust straight out with her tongue, desperately seeking her owner's clit.

Other hands were busy between the cheeks of Gwen's bottom, stroking, squeezing, probing. Britt's fingers gently separated swollen lips, tongue darting, strong and warm and unbelievably talented. The very center of the helpless girl's sexual being was attacked with a frenzy. Lost in the bliss of the plastic cock buzzing away inside her ass and Britt's tongue, Gwen panted in aroused torment, arching against the straps. She became frenetic in her efforts to bring the woman on top of her off.

Despite her practice at this, the urgent mouth buried in her genitals was having a telling effect on Ashley. She was determined to hold . . . God, this one was good . . . to hold off until the slave gave in to Britt's ministrations and creamed. Groaning and tossing her head from side to side, Ashley closed her eyes and concentrated on the image of the girl riding the cunt rope all night. The girl was working frantically by now, noisily slurping and swallowing. This would be close.

Sensing her friend's mounting dilemma, Britt decided it was time to push the slave over the edge. Probing with her lusty tongue, she found Gwen's knob and flicked and fondled and sucked. Reading the muffled sobs underneath her friend's thighs, Britt grasped the thin object she'd stashed next to her. She wanted to time this perfectly. Still sucking and . . . any second now . . . nibbling . . . get ready . . . and . . . licking . . . and . . . NOW! Britt stood up suddenly and swung. Her cane instantly swept down with precise accuracy and fell on exactly the spot her tongue had just vacated. Gwen's mind exploded! She shrieked into Ashley's streaming lips and spasmed into the most excruciating orgasm imaginable. Her insides squirted out, soaking her strapped legs in a blend of agony and ecstasy she would never, never forget.

The girl's muffled wail of absolute sensual surrender freed Ashley. She grabbed the slave's hair and pulled the squealing mouth firmly into her sodden sheath. With a victorious peal of wanton pleasure, Ashley threw her head back and erupted, shaking Gwen's head, bucking, squirting warm juice all over her blindly gasping face. Feeling the slim helplessness jerking beneath her gushing pussy brought on another shattering explosion . . . and another . . .

Twenty minutes later Ashley and Britt unstrapped Gwen from the bench. Her face, neck, and hair was covered with Ashley's come. Her tongue was still moving weakly--she seemed to be trying to say something. The girl's skin glistened with the wetness of pain, wanton lust, and apprehension of the penalty for losing. They cleaned her carefully, lovingly--petting, stroking gently, calming her overextended nerves. She remembered little of the trip back to her cell.

It was only when one of them threaded the dreaded cunt rope through her tender pussy lips that Gwen came out of her sensual daze. As promised, they hauled her wrists up high and tightly tensioned them to the cutting rope--exactly as before--only tighter this time. Then, they gagged, blindfolded, and quietly left her. Now . . . silence . . . only incoherent whimpers from her stuffed throat. The nakedness knew her two owners would visit her at unpredictable intervals throughout the night--she'd never know when--with those dreadful slashing canes. Squirming against the excruciating rope, the dangling captive marveled at the events of her first day. Gwen was already twitching her corded wrists, thrusting her responsive pussy against its erotic confinement. Sobbing into the rubber penis gag, she wondered if it was too early to ask that her contract be extended another year. Perhaps when they came back to work her over with bamboo kisses, she'd beg for more . . . Oh please . . . my God, I'll do anything, anything! Just don't end it . . . Thank you! Thank you!

The End

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