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CHAPTER: 15
TRUST
For the last three days, I had been keeping my women in two seperate cages. I had them blindfolded and hooded all the time so that they could only hear each other's pathetic muffled moans.
I knew I was almost there... Breaking Stacey at last...
Today is the day... The day I'm going to test Stacey's trust in me... And it's her last chance to show me that I can trust her. Because I've had enough of her arrogance. I can always sell her to a sadistic couple on the internet... You won't believe the number of couples seeking slaves out there. And it won't mean a thing to them if the slave is a willing submissive or a woman kidnapped off the street, as long as they get to keep her.
That Talia looks like she's more of a subfem than Stacey. So I might train her sweet ass instead... We'll see how things go today.
I have Stacey sitting on a chair. She's naked. A strip of duct tape covers her eyes. Another strip seals her lips.
She's breathing heavily. Her helplessness arouse me...
Her hands are bound behind her back. I tied three dumbells to each of her ankles. As she keeps squirming I tie one piece of rope around her throat. I tie the other end to three dumbells resting on the floor.
She tucks at her bonds. But the weights do a good job of holding her in place.
"MMMMPPFFRRRR!!!" she whimpers with frustration.
I laugh and slap her across the cheek.
She produces a high pitch yet muffled scream.
I slap her again.
Then without a warning I pull the strip of tape covering her eyes.
"MMMPH!!!!" blinking a couple of times, she adjusts her eyes to the light.
Her eyes widen with shock as she sees Heather.
"Nice work, huh?" I laugh.
She tries to say something under the tape.
"You know Stacey, I've had enough of your unwillingness to submit to me. So maybe I'll have to play with your Heather instead. What do you say? I'm going to make her suffer though"
"MMMPFRRRR!!!" she screamed in fear.
"Sorry, she can't hear you. Her ears are plugged"
Stacey begins crying.
Talia looks at Stacey, confused. She doesn't have a clue about the things she'll be subjected to.
I have Talia on a dentist's chair. She's naked except for her pink bra and panties. Oh... yes... I also kept her pink ballet flats and her white ankle socks on. There's something about ballet flats that turn me on...
Talia's gagged with a pumpgag. Her cheeks bulge out.
I have her spreaded legs stretched, almost touching her head. Her ass and private parts are right infront of me, vulnerable.
I have tied her ankles to her throat. Then tied her hands to her thighs. Nipple clamps are linked to clamps holding her pussylips open. Another piece of rope tied around her throat is tied around a dumbell. You see a not so complicated bondage that leaves room for much cruelty.
Talia is breathing heavily... I go behind her and take out pieces of cotton and duct tape from my pocket.
Stacey knows what I'm playing at. She shakes her head violenty. Tears run down her cheeks. I smile at her.
Poor Talia can't make a thing out of Stacey's behaviour and mews under the gag.
Then I hold Talia's head in my arms and stuff her nostrils with cotton and as she thrashes I seal them in place with ducttape.
She's helpless. She tries jerking her head, which leaves her breathless...
"I just left enough space for you to breathe slowly. Sorry I forgot... You can't hear me" I smile.
Stacey and I watch her thrashing,
But a few seconds later she gets the gist. Her breathing slows down.
I laugh hard.
Then I begin planting kisses on Talia's neck as her breasts heave.
My hand slides between her legs and I invade her body...
"You like what you see, waitress?" I ask Stacey.
"Nuuu.... Nu...huuuhuuuuu" she begins crying.
Her muffled moans arouse me even further.
I get infront of Talia and pull down my pants.
She looks at my erect penis, just inches away from her most private part. She shrieks into the gag.
"Do you want me to carry on, slut?" I ask Stacey.
"PPPPLLSSSS!!!!! NUUUUUUUHhhmmm...."
Both of them are crying their hearts out.
I pull my pants and get behind Stacey and whisper in her ear;
"Fine. But are you ready to do what I tell you to do?"
She nods as she keeps crying.
"Okay then..."
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Within fifteen minutes I have Talia bound, gagged and stuffed in a coffin- like iron box.
She's crying as I close the lid and lock it.
Stacey's dressed and she's standing next to me.
"You see the air supply in that box will hold for one and a half hours. So you see, we better get back in time or..."
"I understand!" she tells me, holding back the tears.
"A wrong move and she won't see daylight again. And I don't want that. And you don't want that. And I'm sure, poor little Talia won't want that. I mean you don't know the location you're kept so anything you do will be useless. You won't be able to find her in time. So stick with my plan; we go to the fetish store, get you and Talia new goodies and come back here. I want to know that I can trust you..."
She looks at me with fear and nods.... What do you know... I guess I've just done it... I broke Stacey... Former waitress... My new slave...
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