From the corner of her eye, Gemma caught a brief glimpse of Helen's anguished face as Steven unzipped his trousers, then the slim brunette's head was pulled forward and down and her wordless cry of protest died in a spluttering cough as she was gagged by her Master's rigid flesh.
Side by side, the two helpless slavegirls struggled to please their ruthless Masters, the silence of the room broken only by the ragged hiss of the girls' breathing and the grunts of the men as they savoured the delicious stimulation of female lips and tongues building them towards climax.
Master Axel reached his peak first and clamped Gemma's head tightly to his belly with his huge hands as his seed jetted into her mouth and her throat worked convulsively as he made her swallow down every drop of his salty juices before allowing her to take her lips from his body.
Sitting back on her heels, her spine erect in display position and panting from her exertions, Gemma could only watch in sympathy as the inexperienced Helen was subjected to the same humiliation by her Master and as Steven's hips pumped to the release of his spend, she knew exactly how ashamed and horrified the lovely brunette must feel as she learned the true extent of the Masters' power over her.
Master Steven stepped back from his weeping slave and Helen shuddered despairingly, bowing her head in a futile effort to hide the glistening stains at her chin and neck.
Gemma recognised the error immediately and knew that Helen would not be allowed the luxury of either modesty or laxity.
Nor was she, for a Devil's Palm cracked across Helen's buttocks and a brusque command compelled her to straighten her back and offer her trembling body as the slave she truly was.
Another command sent both slaves to their bellies and ropes snaked around their ankles before their legs were doubled to hogtie them.
Gemma was then gagged and the two tightly bound captives stared miserably at each other as the two men, joined by the woman, strolled casually from the room.
Sisters in their bondage and shared discomfort, Gemma and Helen could only offer and take what reassurance they could from each other by muffled grunts and eye contact, but it was some small comfort to both to know that the other was there and in the same helpless plight, even though neither could do anything to help the other.
At one point, when Helen's eyes filled with tears and she whimpered in despair, Gemma managed to roll over and bring her head next to Helen's, succeeding in making her cheek brush gently against that of the weeping brunette and it was worth the effort to Gemma to see the smaller girl fight to control her fear and give a weak, tremulous smile in grateful thanks.
An hour passed, then Master Steven returned, chuckling as he saw the two slavegirls nestled cheek to cheek.
He bent to Gemma, "Thank you, slavegirl," he said softly, "For looking after my little slave while I was away. And, of course, for your demonstration. I'm sure Helen would like to thank you, but as she can't, I will," and his hands went to Gemma's defenceless breasts, caressing her nipples to quivering rigidity and chuckling as the bells attached to her rings tinkled prettily.
He transferred his gaze from Gemma's breasts to Helen's and rubbed his chin thoughtfully, "Hmm, I must say that I really like your bells, Gemma. I think I shall have to have a talk with Lydia. Would you like that, eh, Helen? How do you fancy being pierced and belled, just like Gemma?"
Helen's wide, pleading eyes and shrill squeal made it perfectly plain just how much she did not like the idea...and her realisation that if he wished to have her pierced and ringed, then that was exactly what would be done to her.
He nodded sharply, "Yes, I rather think I will," and Helen closed her eyes, trembling as a Master, her Master, made his decision. A decision which would have major and permanent consequences for her, but in which she had no say.
He released Helen's ankles and lifted her to her feet, gripping her elbow as he gave a cheery wave to Gemma, "Good luck, slave. No doubt we shall meet again," and then he marched his lovely captive to the door and was gone, leaving Gemma hopelessly aroused with no chance of satisfaction.
A situation she became unhappily very familiar with over the next two days as Axel and Lydia combined their amusement with her disciplining by mixing frequent arousal of her bound nudity with still more frequent punishment, until Gemma despaired of ever satisfying their demands for perfection in her obedience and submission and feared that she would never again be allowed to quench the burning heat constantly bubbling in her belly.
Until the moment Mistress Lydia came to her and informed Gemma that she had a visitor who wished to check on the progress of her re-training and might, just might, want to use her for his pleasure.
Helpless prey to the furious need so carefully nurtured in her, Gemma could not control the immediate moistening of her groin and tell-tale hardening of her nipples as her body responded to the prospect of long awaited release and her face reddened as Mistress Lydia spotted the unmistakable signals of her desire and chuckled coldly.
"Randy little slave," the dominant sneered, "You really want it, don't you? Well then, perhaps if you display your delicious little body sexily enough, maybe you might get what you want."
Gemma nodded urgently, beyond shame, her whole body consumed with passion and overwhelming lust, no longer caring what she had to do to get what she must have, or even who the visitor might be.
It was enough that he held the power to extinguish the flames of her enforced need.
As Mistress Lydia gave a cruel laugh and went to the door of the cell, Gemma sat back on her heels and spread her thighs as wide as she could, then arched her spine backwards until her head touched the floor behind her.
Displayed in the most vulnerable exposure possible...and of her own volition...Gemma offered the entire sweetly curved bow of her body to a Master, her throat, breasts, belly, sex all presented in the most humble, sensual and ultimately submissive exhibition of her slavery it was in her power to make.
As she awaited the arrival of her Master, Gemma shivered with anticipation and anxiety, intensely aware of warm currents of air caressing the taut flesh of her breasts and belly and of the slow ooze of her own love juices from the wet-slick pinkness of her sex.
She could do no more and knew she must endure the awful uncertainty until a Master, as always, made the decision as to her fate.
Heavy masculine footsteps entered the room and the bells at Gemma's ringed nipples tinkled musically as she was subjected to a long, silent scrutiny, her already blisteringly hot arousal zooming higher as the Master savoured her proffered nudity, no doubt fully understanding the intensity of the desire which had forced her to abase herself before him.
He moved closer and Gemma gulped as she saw that he, just like her other Masters, wore a hood which concealed his features.
From her lowly position, arched beautifully at his feet, he seemed to tower over her she could tell only that he was quite tall and of medium build, but other than that, he could have been any of her Masters, Steven, Nicos, Matthew, or even Roxwell.
She simply couldn't tell and shivered sensually, wondering which of them it was...but then her eyes widened to another horrifyingly exciting possibility. What if it wasn't any of them? What if it was a stranger, brought in to put her to the ultimate test of her re-training and obedience?
That of submitting herself fully, and willingly, to a man she did not even know, simply because it was the will of her Masters that she should?
Gemma's brain raced wildly, but then he stooped between her gaping thighs and his fingers caressed the swollen lips of her engorged sex.
Instantly, all thoughts, all fears, were submerged in a tornado of frenzied lust as incandescent arousal stormed through Gemma's displayed nudity, driving out every vestige of reason to leave her squealing breathily, her body shuddering in intense need, only able to respond helplessly to the ecstatic rapture created by his hands on, and in, her.
A first tremendous orgasm exploded into her belly, drowning her in overwhelming physical pleasure and she clenched her teeth, fighting to hold her self imposed position as scalding billows of love juices flooded into her sex and over his probing, devastating fingers.
Lost in the fury of her immediate surrender, Gemma whimpered piteously as his fingers left her, then whimpered again as they slid between her parted lips and she tasted the salt tang of her own body's outpourings.
Out of control, she sucked and lapped at the slick wetness coating his fingers, deliciously aware of the exquisitely submissive implications of her action, but not caring what it betrayed about her or her passions.
One hand returned to her belly, igniting further fires within her, while the other tore at his clothing, his efforts urged on by Gemma's wordless cries, until he was ready to have her.
His hands seized her buttocks, raising her, and she screamed in delirious welcome as his rigid, iron hard member speared to the core of her belly, penetrating and filling her with the strength and power of his masculinity, her body pinned helplessly beneath his weight.
Quivering to each massive thrust as he took her ruthlessly, Gemma's belly spasmed again and again as continuous orgasms crashed through her, the pulsing of her climaxes driving him on to greater and greater exertions until both he and she were bathed in sweat and gasping for breath as he forced her to submit unconditionally to his Mastery.
His fingers dug into Gemma's buttocks as he gathered himself for the final time and she squeezed her eyes tightly shut as he reached his peak, to send powerful foaming jets of his seed spurting into the seething maelstrom of her convulsing belly.
Gemma's spine arched in unbearable ecstasy, her internal muscles clamping vice-like around his pumping shaft as yet another climax broke over her and she writhed madly beneath his hard, muscular body in the throes of her red hot passion, grinding her pelvis against his to extract the last milligram of ultimate pleasure from their shared release.
Exhausted, she collapsed bonelessly in the aftermath of her immense orgasms and lay panting as mini-explosions continued to rack and shake her body until, after a long, unknown time, the convulsions began to ease.
The man, without question her Master, pulled from her limp body and she gazed up at him humbly, understanding just how totally he had dominated her and replaying in her mind's eye the sheer ecstasy of her surrender to his irresistible male strength and the thrilling ruthlessness of his ravaging of her defenceless flesh.
Fully dressed, he prodded her hip with the toe of his shoe and Gemma rolled over onto her belly, ashamed to find herself feeling renewed arousal at his arrogant assumption of her unquestioning obedience...and even more ashamed of her own submissive acceptance of his casual authority.
As her ankle cuffs were locked together, Gemma shivered to the realisation that her re-training had succeeded only too well.
Far too well for her peace of mind, for her belly coiled with delicious liquid heat and she knew that the merest touch of a Master's hand would be enough..more than enough..to send her spinning back into a vortex of lust and sexual arousal and masochistic subjugation as the fiercely hot, helplessly responsive slavegirl she was trained and disciplined to be.
And which Gemma knew, despite all logic, all common sense, all caution and reason, was what, in her heart of hearts, she longed to be!
CHAPTER 16
Ten days had passed since Gemma's re-training, but she had forgotten nothing of the lessons she had been taught so forcibly and remembered vividly the stinging bite of Devil's Palms on her cowering flesh and the absolute obedience demanded of her.
Nor had the memories of her enforced pleasuring of the Masters and her Mistress faded from her mind and those recollections invariably brought a warm, moist glow to her sex and a tinge of pink to her cheeks as she remembered how completely she had been made to surrender. Particularly to unknown Master whose almost-savage plundering of her body had made Gemma face the reality of her enslavement and the soaring, irreplaceable pleasure her subjugation freed her to enjoy.
Sealed inside a transport crate, Gemma had been taken from wherever she had been re-trained, to Roxwell's country mansion and the familiar surroundings of his underground slave quarters, where, from the moment of her release from the crate, she put her whole being to the task of being the perfect slavegirl.
There was no way she dared risk being found unsatisfactory a second time and the mere thought of being sent back for another round of discipline at the hands of Master Axel and Mistress Lydia set her trembling and sweating with dread.
Roxwell's unconcealed delight at her obedience and eagerness to please was hugely embarrassing to her, but her embarrassment was a far better and much less painful option than the alternative and Gemma had little difficulty in convincing herself to play her part.
Especially knowing that, at the very least, any failure to do so would bring inevitable retribution from Roxwell.
Leashed to an iron ring set into the floor beneath her bed by a steel chain locked to her collar, Gemma leapt to her feet as bolts rattled at the door to her cell and by the time it swung open, she stood motionless in the pose Roxwell preferred and had ordered her to assume when in his presence.