Frank Campbell - Bound Ankles

Miss Margaret Summers did not visit them during dinner, nor afterwards. Julie took the girls to the room with the bird cages and locked all of them up for the night. Jan and Donna were bound with crossed wrists behind their backs and joined ankles only. The girls were locked in handcuffs, the wrist ones having been returned to the back. Donna doubted that the girls could do much with their elbows locked together and they would be uncomfortable, but at least it was far better than having their elbows tightly bound together with rope all night. All were tired and fell asleep quickly after the lights were turned off. Donna, the last to fall asleep, had the thought that they were adapting to their tiny cages if the others could fall asleep that fast. Then she too slept, to dream of Jan hanging by her wrists from the top of incredibly tall skyscrapers and the twins being welded into tiny steel boxes that were hardly larger than a bread box.

The next morning, after their morning bath/dunking and breakfast, Margaret showed up. She inspected their bottoms and breasts to comment on the fading condition of the whip marks she had put there only a couple days before. She seemed in good spirits and chatted cheerfully with her naked prisoners. “Got something special for you today, girls,” she said. “First, Julie will take away the girls, making sure that they are firmly locked in handcuffs.” She paused while Julie began unlocking Pip from the wall. Both the girls already had two pairs of handcuffs on their arms and another on their ankles. When she had taken both girls, one at a time, from the room, Margaret turned to the remaining nude prisoners.

“I have arranged a little show for you two to watch this morning. I’m sure you’ll find it most interesting.” She was smiling too much, Donna thought. And enjoying this too much. We’re in for something really nasty.

“Where are my daughters going? What’s happening them?” demanded Jan. “If you hurt them...”

“My, my! Where were those threats when I was whipping all of your asses three days ago? And your titties, too?” Margaret stood right before Jan and tilted up her chin with the ever-present riding crop. “I’m so looking forward to my planned entertainment this morning that I’m going to over look your little outburst. Normally that would earn you a good whipping.”

Donna thought that Jan was going to kick out or something to try and hurt Margaret. But both girls had their hands tied behind their backs and ankles joined by handcuffs. Still, Jan looked as if she would like to spit in Margaret’s eye.

Julie returned in time to intervene and probably prevent Jan from doing something stupid. Donna was taken from the room first and shuffled her way down the hall at the end of a leash held my Julie. She was taken to a small room that looked more like a closet than anything else. There were two posts in that room, each round and about five inches thick, extending from floor to ceiling. Donna’s wrists were untied then she was backed up against one of the posts and her hands retied behind the post, palm to palm. Julie than began an elaborate procedure the purpose of which was to secure the naked girl solidly to the wooden post. Rope was wrapped around her waist and the post. More rope encircled her chest above and below her breasts. Julie went behind her to loop her elbows with more rope and pull them tightly together. Then more rope was wrapped around her body, pinning her arms to the post and holding her very tightly in place. Then her legs were hound together at the ankles and above the knees. More rope was used to secure her legs hard against the post. When Julie was finished her legs were solidly welded to the wood and totally immobile.

Julie left but returned shortly with one of those rubber wad and strap gags that Donna hated but knew would prevent anything louder than pathetic whining. She didn’t fight against the rubber wad being shoved in her mouth. It would do no good to fight the strong black girl. Julie only had to pinch a nipple to cause enough pain to make any girl open her mouth and be glad to accept a gag if it stopped the pain. The gag was strapped cruelly tight, making Donna wince. When that was done, a wide leather strap was looped around her neck, over her collar, and the post, and pulled tight enough to hold her immobile. Julie inspected the ropes and seemed satisfied that this was one naked girl who would be going nowhere.

A few minutes later she brought Jan in and fixed her to the other post in an identical manner as Donna was fixed. It took a while because Donna was careful with the placement of every strand of rope and every knot. But soon enough she had two totally helpless girls. Finally satisfied, she left them, closing the door behind her and plunging them into total darkness.

Donna could see nothing but, after a while, she could hear Jan’s breathing not far away from her. It would have been nice to be able to talk but at least each girl knew that she was not alone in the darkness. Donna frowned in the dark. Was this the special entertainment Margaret had mentioned? It seemed rather simple for something Margaret would come up with. Donna was uncomfortable but not in any real pain and she was fairly certain Jan was not hurting either. The rope bondage and gag would grow more and more uncomfortable as the day wore on but they had endured worse. Donna was still puzzled by Margaret’s comments.

The captive girls knew not how long passed but suddenly the door was opened and when they were able to see, Margaret Summers was standing between them. She was wearing her favorite black leather pants, high heels and a halter that looked more like a bra, also made of black leather.

“My, my, but Julie did a nice job on you two. Can’t move? Good, Can’t talk? Good.” She pinched a nipple one each girl to confirm that they couldn’t move. The sudden pain also confirmed that either girl could talk for the squeals that came out of the noses were pathetic in the extreme.

“You’re probably wondering why I’ve brought you to this little closet. I had the posts installed last night. Julie’s fairly good with a hammer and saw as well as her other talents.

Directly opposite you is a small window cut in the wall.” She demonstrated by sliding back a panel of wood neither girl had noticed there. A glass window was revealed and beyond that a dimly seen room. There was nobody in the room but a quantity of ropes and other bondage equipment was visible.

“You two will be able to see what is going on in that room because this is a two-way mirror. From the other side it is a mirror. From this side a window. You will be able to see what goes on in there but no one there can see you here.” She tapped the glass with her riding crop. “The glass and this wall is insulated for sound so even if you could talk—or scream—I don’t think anyone in there could hear you anyway.

“The man you will be seeing is Rashad. His last name isn’t important. But his profession, ah, that is! You see, he is one of a diminishing profession. He is a professional slave trader. Sound strange? But it’s true. There are the super rich, mostly in other countries, who can buy anything they want. Anything.”

Donna couldn’t say a word but was having a sinking feeling in the pit of her stomach.

“And there are countries where slavery is an old and well established institution. And a few countries where the rich simply buy the local authorities and do whatever they wish. Sort of above the law. I’ve done that right here in the good old USA, land of the free. You two are hardly free, now are you? And there is no police investigation going on.”

She paused to pat Jan on the cheek. “Are you beginning to see what I’m leading up to?” she asked in a sickeningly sweet voice. “Oh, I’m not going to sell either of you. I love having Donna as a slavegirl too much. And I love having you, Jan, as a plaything to be punished every day and tortured every other day. No, I won’t sell either of you, although I’m sure I could get a good price.”