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Authors: Charles Graham
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been placed, the unremitting tension in her arms uncomfortable but bearable and serving to remind her at every moment of her lowly place in her captors' scheme of things. Escape was completely out of the question, her tightly clasped leather sheathed fingers could not possibly operated a door handle, even if it was not locked. In any case, she was in an underground complex, beneath, she assumed, Roxwell's house and had no idea where she was or which was to run even if she did manage, by some miracle to get to the surface!
Her chances were one in a million and if she tried to escape and failed...the consequences of that didn't bear thinking about!
Time passed and Gemma's arms grew stiffer and stiffer as she tried to decide whether to risk her trainer's displeasure by disobeying their order. Very slowly and very carefully, listening intently for the first sound of their return, she began to wriggle her shoulders and tense her arms in their sheath. Gradually she became less cautious and began to pant as her efforts grew more forceful, then sank to her knees, her torso writhing as she exerted her full strength against the heavy leather cocooning her limbs.
The leather gave not a fraction of an inch and Gemma mumbled curses under her breath as she remained helplessly encased despite every twist and wriggle and contortion she could think of.
"Damn!" How the hell did Houdini ever get out of these damn things?"
Silence was her only answer and Gemma shrugged her shoulders angrily as she gave up in frustration and resumed her position exactly as before.
By the time her trainers reappeared, a chastened and depressed Gemma waited resignedly for their commands knowing full well that there was no way she could free herself without help and that there was no help to be had. Tied up as she was, there was no alternative for her but to do exactly as she was bid and hope that, sometime, somewhere, she would get the chance to get away.
Before her resistance was broken entirely and she became a permanent and, Heaven forbid, willing slave!
Without a word, Gemma's trainers walked over to where she stood and their fingers captured her nipples and stroked her labia, sending irresistible arousal crashing through her body before she had a chance to prepare herself. The breath burst from her lungs in a great gasp of helpless desire and her body writhed against their hands as their arrogant plundering of her nudity reinforced her sense of submission with a burning desire to be made to climax as the bound captive she was.
Gemma's wishes, however, were not to be granted, for all too soon the gasping, madly responding brunette their hands were taken from her body, to leave her moaning in loss and furiously aroused.
Strong hands seized her elbows, "Forward, slavegirl," and Gemma was propelled from her cell, along a corridor and into a lift. As it purred upwards, Gemma broke her imposed silence, daring to risk punishment as a thousand questions tumbled through her brain.
"Masters, where are you taking me? What's happening?"
"Be silent, slavegirl or it will be the worse for you. You would be well advised to obey the rules you have been taught, Masters are not always as lenient as we have been."
Her curiosity unsatisfied, Gemma was smart enough to recognise that any further speech on her part would be most unwise and subsided into a sulky silence.
The lift door sighed open to reveal another corridor, but carpeted this time and Gemma walked forward as the grip on her elbows tightened. Past two plain wooden doors on each side, then through a third on the left.
The room they entered was about twenty feet square and completely bare except for a thick carpet into which Gemma's bare feet sank luxuriously.
There was no one there and Gemma's brow wrinkled in puzzlement.
"On your knees, slavegirl. Ankles crossed," the order came from the man and as soon as Gemma obeyed a buckled strap
Her chances were one in a million and if she tried to escape and failed...the consequences of that didn't bear thinking about!
Time passed and Gemma's arms grew stiffer and stiffer as she tried to decide whether to risk her trainer's displeasure by disobeying their order. Very slowly and very carefully, listening intently for the first sound of their return, she began to wriggle her shoulders and tense her arms in their sheath. Gradually she became less cautious and began to pant as her efforts grew more forceful, then sank to her knees, her torso writhing as she exerted her full strength against the heavy leather cocooning her limbs.
The leather gave not a fraction of an inch and Gemma mumbled curses under her breath as she remained helplessly encased despite every twist and wriggle and contortion she could think of.
"Damn!" How the hell did Houdini ever get out of these damn things?"
Silence was her only answer and Gemma shrugged her shoulders angrily as she gave up in frustration and resumed her position exactly as before.
By the time her trainers reappeared, a chastened and depressed Gemma waited resignedly for their commands knowing full well that there was no way she could free herself without help and that there was no help to be had. Tied up as she was, there was no alternative for her but to do exactly as she was bid and hope that, sometime, somewhere, she would get the chance to get away.
Before her resistance was broken entirely and she became a permanent and, Heaven forbid, willing slave!
Without a word, Gemma's trainers walked over to where she stood and their fingers captured her nipples and stroked her labia, sending irresistible arousal crashing through her body before she had a chance to prepare herself. The breath burst from her lungs in a great gasp of helpless desire and her body writhed against their hands as their arrogant plundering of her nudity reinforced her sense of submission with a burning desire to be made to climax as the bound captive she was.
Gemma's wishes, however, were not to be granted, for all too soon the gasping, madly responding brunette their hands were taken from her body, to leave her moaning in loss and furiously aroused.
Strong hands seized her elbows, "Forward, slavegirl," and Gemma was propelled from her cell, along a corridor and into a lift. As it purred upwards, Gemma broke her imposed silence, daring to risk punishment as a thousand questions tumbled through her brain.
"Masters, where are you taking me? What's happening?"
"Be silent, slavegirl or it will be the worse for you. You would be well advised to obey the rules you have been taught, Masters are not always as lenient as we have been."
Her curiosity unsatisfied, Gemma was smart enough to recognise that any further speech on her part would be most unwise and subsided into a sulky silence.
The lift door sighed open to reveal another corridor, but carpeted this time and Gemma walked forward as the grip on her elbows tightened. Past two plain wooden doors on each side, then through a third on the left.
The room they entered was about twenty feet square and completely bare except for a thick carpet into which Gemma's bare feet sank luxuriously.
There was no one there and Gemma's brow wrinkled in puzzlement.
"On your knees, slavegirl. Ankles crossed," the order came from the man and as soon as Gemma obeyed a buckled strap
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