Frank Campbell - Bound Ankles

That job finished, Nigel and the man approached Margaret. Beside her lay a second box, open and waiting. Margaret was gagged with a rubber wad and strap gag that effectively prevented any loud noises and made speech an impossibility, She was obviously mad as hell and all present were certain those were terrible oaths and curses she was uttering into her gag. She had been bound as with Julie, arms behind her with elbows together, legs together. Being a big woman and very strong, it was a struggle to get her into the box. Jan even helped.

“Margaret was the last loose end,” said Nigel as he pulled savagely on the strap, crushing Margaret down. “If we didn’t do something about her, she would just kidnap you and the twins again. And Donna. This woman is a menace. There would be no way you could keep her from extracting what she undoubtedly thinks of as justified revenge, Probably on you and the twins, but also me for being the one who took you and Donna from her.”

“What are you doing with her?” asked Pip.

Nigel pointed to a label on the box lid. It was a shipping label and the address was Madam Natasha’s brothel. “She’s going where she won’t every get free. She’ll be Natasha’s pet slavegirl until Natasha tires of her. Then she’ll spend the rest of her life in the brothel, pleasing men every day. I’m sure the Arab gentlemen will enjoy whipping this well-built American woman before they fuck the hell out of her.” That was greeted with a muffled scream from the bound woman in the open box. “Margaret Summers will disappear. Just like you did, Jan.”

Nigel patted her bottom and then put the lid on the box. It was quickly screwed down.

“Sort of justice, no?” asked Nigel, smiling.

Jan looked at the box containing her former friend and more recent enemy. Then she nodded agreement. “And Julie? What are you going to do to her?”

“Same thing. Natasha will know what to do with her.”

“Nigel.. Jan searched for the right words. “Julie hurt us. She put us in some terrible bondage. She even tortured us. But it was all at the command of Margaret. And she was kind to us when she could be. Could you give her something beside a life of pain and degradation in a brothel?”

“That’s what you want?”

“Yes. She doesn’t deserve the same as Margaret.”

“Done,” said Nigel. He unscrewed the lid on Julie’s box and unbuckled the strap holding her down. He and the man he had hired to help him, lifted the frightened girl from the box and sat her on the floor. But they didn’t untie her or un-gag her.

“I expect Julie has someplace she would like to go to? Some place far from here?” The black girl nodded. “Good. And I expect that there is enough cash or jewelry around here to settle her wages?” Again Julie nodded. “Good. Then we’ll leave her here. She’ll stay tied and a prisoner for one day, Then Bill here will come back and untie her, and she’ll be free. I’m doing it this way to make sure that she doesn’t suddenly have an attack of some sort of loyalty to Margaret and try to call the police to stop Margaret from being shipped out of the country.” Julie was shaking her head to let all know that she wouldn’t do that. Or maybe she was saying that she didn’t want to be left alone for twenty-four hours bound like she was. Either way, Nigel ignored her.

“By the way, Natasha is expecting her. I’ll call her as soon as Margaret is on the plane. She’ll be waiting. I doubt Margaret will be in that box more than two days before Natasha gets her hands on her.” He paused then added, “She’ll probably wish she were back in the box before Natasha is finished with her.”

Jan seemed pleased with the way things were turning out.

Before she lead the twins and Donna out, she whispered in Nigel’s ear then kissed him.

With the girls gone, Nigel and the other man carried Julie down the hall to a small room with bird cage like cages hanging from the ceiling. When they left, Julie was crammed into one of the cages, and swaying in the air near the ceiling. They turned off the lights before they left. Apparently Jan was grateful to Julie for small favors, but not too grateful.

There was the swish of leather flashing through the air followed by a female scream of pain. Then a second swish and cry.

“That is simply to show you that I can do it,” said Nigel as he tossed the whip down. Jan, who was the recipient of the two hard and painful lashes across her bottom, looked up into the eyes of this man she loved. Her arms were bound behind her back, the wrists crossed and the elbows linked with tight ropes but not touching, It was a firm bondage and inescapable but one that this naked woman could wear for a long time with no problems. She had been kneeling with her head touching the floor, bottom sticking up in the air for the two strokes. Now she rose and shuffled around on her knees so she was facing Nigel. Her ankles being bound together made it a little slow to do.

“Yes, Master,” Jan said in a quiet voice. All those present knew that she meant it.

Then Jan crawled forward towards the now sitting Nigel until she was between his legs. Nigel, like all those in the dungeon room beneath Jan’s house, was naked. Jan crawled until her face was almost touching Nigel’s rigid male rod. Jan smiled up at her man, then took the female-satisfying tool into her soft, warm mouth. Slowly she began sliding her mouth up and down the huge rod. Nigel leaned farther back in his chair and had a very satisfied grin on his face.

The twins watched from the vantage point of two tiny cages swinging near the ceiling, There were Pip’s and Patsy’s bird cages from Margaret’s and held the naked and previously bound girls quite tightly. Both girls had been bound into balls with very tight ropes, elbows together behind their backs, legs tight together before they had been doubled up. Nigel was well aware of their abilities as escape artists and had made sure that they would not be freeing themselves this evening. Both girls were gagged, too.

Donna, on the other hand, was not tied into a ball and was not locked inside an iron-barred cage. She was astride the Horse with it’s sharp wooden edge cutting into the soft flesh of her sex. Her arms were bound together, elbows touching, and raised high behind her, forcing the girl to bend forward. Her legs were pulled wide apart and bound that way so all her weight was upon her pussy. She was also gagged. And she had been bound so that she faced the place where Nigel was demonstrating his domination over Jan.

“Things will be like this,” he continued as Jan worked his manhood deep into her mouth. “I’m the Master. No arguments, no hassle. But under me, Jan is second in command. The twins come next. And then Donna. Donna is a slavegirl and will stay that way the rest of her life. She is Jan’s slavegirl.”

Through the pain and agony of her outrageous bondage and punished pussy, Donna still managed to smile. She was still Jan’s slave and that was all that mattered. She might not like Jan being submissive to Nigel but she had no say in that matter.

“The twins may use Donna as they wish,” he continued in a lordly manner. “Jan will take care of that, as she always has. I will respect their tender ages and not use the twins as a man uses a woman.” Donna thought she heard sighs from the bird cages. “At least not for a few years.” Jan was working a little faster now. “Donna, of course, being a slavegirl, I will use as I wish.” That brought a muffled little cry of protest from Jan. But she did not allow his penis to slide out of her mouth. Nigel looked down at her. “I am the man around here. I’ve told you this before. I screw whatever woman I want, where ever and whenever. And however. And I will whip and punish any girl I wish. Understand?” His words were gentle but all could tell he meant them sincerely.