Frank Campbell - Bound Ankles

The next day came the call from Nigel.

Jan came back into the den all bubbly and happy. “He thinks he’s got a line on Rashad,” she blurted to Donna.

“That’s nice,” replied Donna in a strained voice. The naked girl was hanging upside down from the beam, her arms tightly bound behind her with elbows together and very tight ropes crushing her arms against her body and pulling in her tummy. She had been hanging for half an hour and was finding the strain a bit much. But she was happy for Jan.

“Got to get you down so we can meet Nigel.” She headed towards the ropes binding Donna’s ankles.

“Mistress?”

“Yes?”

“Before you untie me, could you... Well...”

“You would like a little satisfaction?” guessed Jan.

“I would like a lot of satisfaction,” replied Donna with an upside down smile. “I’ve been giving you service about three times a day. And you’ve got me all horny hanging upside down like this. Could you...?”

Jan frowned. “It is not right for a slave to make demands or even requests of her mistress,” she pondered out loud. “But you have been a very good slavegirl. I’ll just ignore your asking for pleasure. If I didn’t I’d have to punish you for it, right? Yes, of course. Instead, I think I’ll just give you a good tongue-lashing.”

And she did. She tossed off her clothes and stood before Donna’s hanging figure. Her mouth was just at the height of Donna’s pussy, perhaps subconsciously planned that way, perhaps simply by accident. But Jan only had to use her fingers to spread apart the lips guarding Donna’s clit and bend her head slightly forward to lick that most sensitive part of Donna’s body. It was obvious that Donna was indeed horny and ready for she quickly was moaning and her body stiffening and trembling with pleasure. As she neared her reward climax, she pushed her head up between Jan’s legs and began kissing and licking at the exposed sex there in a frenzy of passion. She couldn’t do it with the ease that Jan did, because she lacked hands, but she made up for that with vigor and soon had Jan moaning with pleasure too.

The vertical sixty-nine position continued only for a couple minutes before Donna’s body arched hard against Jan’s and trembled all-over with a massive orgasm. Jan cried aloud and threw herself onto the couch where she fingered herself into a orgasm while watching her slavegirl twisting and jerking around at the end of her tether like a freshly caught fish.

A long time later Jan came back down to earth and forced herself to dress and let down the moaning Donna. But she knew that most of the moaning was from pleasure, not pain. Los Angeles is a strange city, part civilized metropolis, part sprawling blight upon the sunny landscape. Millions lived there, breathing air first breathed by millions of cars, polluting their lungs and shorting their lives by the very air they inhaled. Forty and fifty story tall iron and glass monsters reared their heads into the smog layers, while flat homes spread out all around like a carpet of square brown mushrooms.

It was into that Gotham City on the Pacific that Jan and Donna drove one Wednesday afternoon, following freeways crowded with cars and trucks and motorcyclists apparently hell bent upon self-destruction as they wove madly in and out of lanes of traffic. Their eventual destination was an older hotel on the edge of once-great Hollywood. As Nigel had predicted, there was a room awaiting in Jan’s name. The two immediately retreated to that room to shower the grit off themselves after a three hour drive down from Big Bear Lake.

Donna was not wearing her slave accoutrements, no rope and no handcuffs. She was completely unfettered and feeling rather strange without something on her wrists. After her shower, she presented her naked body to Jan, back turned and wrists crossed behind her. Jan obligingly bound the wrists with cord, perhaps a little tighter than necessary as punishment for a mild case of insolence then let the naked and secured girl hide in the bathroom as room service brought them a large and much desired lunch. As soon as the uniformed bellboy was gone, Donna came bouncing out to join Jan at their meal.

They were almost finished when there was a soft knock on the door. Jan admitted Nigel, who gave her a gentle kiss on one cheek. Donna noted that Jan returned the kiss, not passionately but definitely friendly style. Donna got a hello and a pat on her bare bottom.

“Rashad,” Nigel began without further ritual, “owns a large house in Beverly Hills. A large fence surrounds the place and there are guards. Discreet, of course, but nevertheless making it hard for anyone to sneak in.”

“Then how do we...?” began Jan.

“Easy. We walk in the front door,” Nigel replied with a smile. Jan frowned. “You and I are going to pose as a couple of prospective buyers of a slavegirl. That will get us in and maybe even a chance to find out if the girls are there.”

Jan thought about it for a few seconds. “I’m game,” she said. “Does Donna stay in the hotel?”

“No. She’s our proof that we are serious slave buyers. We take her along under the pretext of seeing what Rashad thinks he might be able to get for her. We tell him that we’re tired of her and are thinking about switching to a different slavegirl. I’ll drop all kinds of hints that we might well do this every year or so, which means money for him, of course. Should work.”

“What makes you think we’ll see if the girls are there?” asked Donna.

“We tell him that we’re looking for something young, very young. My source tells me that most of the girls that run through his place are kidnapped girls between fifteen and twenty-five. Most are runaways from home who come to LA to get away from the terrible life at home with their parents. From what I’ve heard there are dozens of them getting off the bus every day. They make easy pickings if you know what you’re doing. And he gets girls from other cities. If he kidnapped too many in one city it could alert the authorities that something was happening. But a few girls disappearing happens all the time.”

Jan was anxious. “Oh, Nigel, do you really thing we can find them?”

“I hope so. We’ll give it a try,” said Nigel, taking a taste of the fancy French eclair on Donna’s plate. “I’ve arranged for an appointment tomorrow. Until them I suggest that you two go and buy some clothes. Jan, you get some dress that makes you look frightfully rich. There are shops on Rodeo Drive that will be glad to fix you up. And Donna should have a short black skirt, some high heels, and a white blouse.”

Jan hugged him and gave him a kiss that held a little more passion that the first. Nigel made a date to take them out to dinner and was gone.

The girls, armed with a considerable amount of cash courtesy of Nigel, visited several shops that weren’t too big but the price tags were. When they returned to the hotel room, Jan put on a tight-fitting evening dress of soft burgundy velvet. Nigel arrived exactly at the time he said he would.

“You look ravishing, Jan, dear,” he -said. “But why isn’t Donna dressed to go? I mean, I like her wearing only ropes around her wrists but the restaurant might not.”

“Donna’s decided to stay in the room. I’ve called room service to bring her a meal,” Jan said with a smile.

“Oh, I see,” replied Nigel. “Will she be able to eat? I mean, with her hands tied behind her back?”

“I suspect she’ll get along fine,” Jan replied.

Just then there was a knock on the door and Donna retreated to the bathroom in a, hurry. A minute later Jan opened door to let Donna know her dinner was ready. But before leaving, she sat Donna down on the bed and bound her ankles tightly with rope. Then she tied a piece of rope to Donna’s ever-present silver collar. The other end was tied to leg of the bed. Donna had enough slack to reach the bathroom, the bed, the dinner cart beside the bed, and perhaps the television, if she stretched. But she wasn’t going to leave the room and any wandering around would have to be done with bound ankles.