5. Jessica earns her collar, Sumi suffers
The sun was lower in the sky and the temperature was a little cooler. All eight
of the bunnies were gathered around their primitive benches. Jessica helped
Hannah to clean their long steel tray with a wet cloth which was a torn section
of one of their sheets. The bunnies were allowed to keep a supply of such
things. Even with their hands cuffed behind them it wasn't difficult to clean
the tray and lay it on one of the benches. However a slip of the tongue from
Jessica called the item they were cleaning the 'trough' instead of the 'tray'.
Hannah's response was strong and dignified.
"Jessica, try to remember that we are not animals, even if the so-called Masters
may treat you like one. Animals eat out of a trough, we use this tray. We are
forced to eat from the tray with our mouths because of the way we are chained,
otherwise we would choose to use cutlery. However they may think of us we should
try to treat each other as human beings, and we never call or refer to each
other with the names they call us. Please remember this!"
Jessica nodded, suitably chastised. Hannah was right. Sometimes it seemed that
some of the other bunnies were content as they were, or at least resigned to
their predicament. She now knew that it didn't apply to Hannah.
While waiting for supper to arrive Juliette had fixed up Jessica's hair in a
rather cute ponytail rooted high up the back of her head. That would help keep
her hair out of the food during supper! Jessica's thick brunette hair made a
luxurious tail and her lovely appearance was complimented by all. She had worn
her hair in a ponytail many times before but always with her face heavily
made-up. She now felt a different kind of nakedness, without so much as a
foundation cream on her face.
They heard the familiar sleigh bell sound of a ponygirls approaching and the
bunnies assumed their positions by the tray. Kelly, Jessica, Kate and Juliette
with their backs to the sea and the cabin.
"It's Master Kurt", said Maria quietly. He was American but born and raised in
Germany. His face always seemed to display a cruel smirk. He didn't have much of
a sense of humour. That seems to be what happens when someone derives most of
their enjoyment from the misfortunes of others.
"Good evening bunnies... I trust you had another relaxing day. You really don't
know how lucky you are...never having to work...or cook...or cleaning the
house...somebody always on hand to serve you dinner!".
They knew better than to speak in his presence. His eyes lingered on at each of
the bunnies in turn until he reached Jessica. He was standing right behind her.
"Bunny jessica, stand up please!", he said in his natural Gestapo voice. The
'please' in no way indicated that this was merely a request. Figures in
authority often like to use polite language even when they have absolute power
over the person they are addressing.
She got to her feet. Her worry was etched all over her face, and visible to the
other bunnies. She still didn't even know what Master Kurt looked like, although
judging by his breath upon her neck he was probably just a little taller than
she was. She felt his fingers touch her gently on the side of her neck.
"Such a pretty neck. You really should keep your hair up it just like it is
now.", he suggested.
She then felt something going round her neck and thought Master Kurt was about
to strangle her: So why was Maria smiling at her at a time like this? He buckled
the leather collar and put a finger between it and her neck to check its
tightness. She only realised what had happened long after everybody else.
Then she felt Master Kurt doing something to her handcuffs. She heard the solid
click of a padlock closing and then felt the chain between her fingers as it
dropped from the handcuffs to the ground. Moments later he lifted the chain up
to her neck. One of his hands pushed down on her handcuffs to ensure that the
length of chain between the cuffs and collar was correct. Another click of a
padlock signified that the collar had been locked with the chain attached. She
shivered at the coldness of the chain against her spine. She could also feel the
tingle of a second piece of chain at the top of her back. This was just the
three inches of excess chain after it was attached to the collar. There was no
point in cutting a perfectly good chain so the surplus was left to dangle from
the collar. She closed her eyes and could feel her nipples hardening and her sex
becoming moist.
"Sit down, bunny jessica", he commanded in the same imperious voice.
She gladly resumed her kneeling position hoping that her part of the show was
over.
"Bunny sumi, come to me please."
She got up and walked around the tray in and towards him. Her eyes were level
with his chest but cast downwards towards his feet. He lifted her hair from the
side of her neck to reveal a badly bruised area.
"Bunny sumi, how did you get that bruise?"
"I fell when we were playing football", she replied meekly.
"And did you fall on a set of false teeth?"
Typical, Sumi thought, everybody's been looking at the bruise all day and no-one
mentioned the teeth marks to her!
Kurt marched Sumi to the whipping post just a couple of yards from where they
all sat. He soon had her standing bent over because her hands had been tethered
high up the post.
He detached a bullwhip from his belt and diligently took up his position as if
he were a baseball batter at the plate. Five hard strokes were each punctuated
by a sincere "owww!" from Sumi. The bunnies knew that this particular whip was
not too harsh. Kurt liked using it because it could give the effect of a good
thrashing without causing heavy welts. Sumi's pain was short lived and the marks
would disappear within a few days.
"Bunny sumi will not be joining you for supper as she must spend the night
standing in the activity zone. You may pay her a brief visit later." Kurt then
took Sumi by the arm and escorted her along the beach.
While the bunnies watched Sumi walking into the distance they hadn't even
noticed Riccardo waiting patiently with two steel containers. Steam billowed
from the containers as he prised off the lids. As the bunnies' noses twitched to
the aroma of herbs and peppers they soon forgot about poor Sumi.
Riccardo ladled generous helpings on the tray in front of each bunny. They
hadn't eaten since breakfast so had built up a good appetite. All but one of
them dipped their faces straight into the food as soon as it was in front of
them.
Jessica sat looking at the food, hungry but consumed with guilt and her eyes
full of tears. Sumi's punishment was Jessica's fault and everybody knew it. Kate
looked up from her supper. "Come on Jessica you have to eat. Sumi will be fine.
This kind of thing happens all the time. If you eat your supper I'll take you to
see her later."
Kate's clever proposition obliged Jessica to enjoy the meal if she wanted to
visit Sumi later.
The meal was surprisingly good. A butterbean casserole rich in peppers and
herbs, with a tasty spinach side-dish. Jessica was informed that bunnies were
never given meat.
What followed the meal came as even more of a surprise to Jessica. It was the
sound of a cork being pulled from a bottle. A clear plastic beaker half-full
with white wine was placed before each of them. A chilled New Zealand
Chardonnay, a spicy nose and a buttery finish, a perfect accompaniment to their
food.
Jessica quickly followed the lead of the others in picking up the beaker with
her teeth and slowly tilting her head back. Didn't she do this while playing
stupid drinking games at college? she thought to herself. The wine tasted
incredible given her current predicament. Jessica savoured the wine, drinking a
little at a time. Nobody was in a hurry.
***
While supper was being enjoyed, Kurt was marching Sumi along the beach to the
activity zone. It was an area that contained a number of thick wooden posts
fitted with shackles, a set of stocks, a large scaffold structure like a set of
swings without the swings, as well as a brick built barbeque and picnic tables.
A light fitting similar to that at the cabin provided sufficient light against
the encrouching darkness.
The activity zone is often used for social barbeques, punishments and by the
various Masters as a place to spend private time with his favourite bunny. It is
on the edge of the beach sheltered by the high cliff. A steep and primitive
staircase leads up from there to the cliff top and from there it is just a short
walk to the Lodge.
Kurt took off the small backpack he wore, fished out of it a large beach towel
and spread it out on the sand. Sumi flashed her demure yet seductive smile at
him and turned her back on him offering up her cuffed hands. He unlocked one of
her cuffs, spun her around and locked it on again so her hands were in front of
her. The stood face to face.
Sumi's cuffed hands crawled up his chest, while Kurt's caressed her hair. He
embraced her and kissed her forcefully on the lips, and they tumbled as one onto
the beach towel. She laid out passively, her arms lying in the sand framing her
head.
The humourless Master was becoming the passionate lover, hurriedly removing all
his clothes. He had been aching to have her soft body against his since hearing
about her love bite earlier in the day. A jealous Master? Surely not!
He lay alongside her propping himself up on an elbow. His free hand traced the
contours of her body from her sweet breasts to her moist hairless sex. He loved
how her small breasts kept their shape even when she laid on her back. Erect
nipples standing proud on her small soft domes. He took her each of her nipples
between his teeth and sucked them as if they were the sweetest thing he ever
tasted. Her body responded to his touch as it usually did. He felt her legs
wanting to open for him, and manouvred himself to accommodate, his penis was
erect and ready to penetrate her.
He took up what they jokingly called Rapist position which is similar to
Missionary position but with his hands, firmly holding down her wrists either
side of her head, his legs keeping hers wide and the penis firmly docking itself
into her vagina. His gentle early thrusts gradually transformed into strong
urgent ones, with Sumi definitely along for the ride! As he started to climax,
he sensed Sumi's own orgasm and held back enough to pace his finale and fade
sufficiently for Sumi's repeated pleasure. For those ten brief minutes they
would feel as one, body and soul, although neither understood why or how. He
wished he could lay there with Sumi's soft warm body for hours, but there were
duties back at the Lodge. He took some consolation from knowing that she would
belong to nobody else that night.
He helped Sumi to her feet, grabbed the towel and his small backpack and led her
over to a thick square wooden post. He gently pushed her back against it. She
stood silent and dignified as he lifted her cuffed hands just about her head, so
that her arms loosely framed her face, much as they were when they made love but
now she was standing. The links from her handcuffs met with a chain dangling
from higher up the post. He had a padlock in his hand open and ready and snagged
the links at this intersection onto the padlock u-bend before pressing it down.
Sumi heard the ominous click of that padlock.
The post he had chosen had a pair a steel cuffs permanently fixed at the bottom
of the post. He placed these cuffs around her ankles, and closed them down the
slowly on her ankles. Sumi heard the familiar noise of clicking ratchets in the
ankle cuffs and knew her fate was sealed. The feel of metal cuffs above her
ankle bones and the limitation it made to her leg movements had a profound
effect on her feelings of being a victim. She felt like Andromeda the innocent
virgin who was chained to the rock to be sacrificed to the sea monster, before
Perseus came and rescued her.
Master Kurt stood back to savour the view of the lovely Asian girl, so recently
his lover, now standing helplessly in her chains. Her soft round eyes still
looked at him in the same way as when they were laying on the blanket.
"Master, I'm hungry", she said meekly. The first words either had said since he
took her from the cabin.
He paused, not expecting such a request. He too was hungry, but dinner was
awaiting him back at the Lodge. Their eyes met and he took pity on her. He had
the remains of a small chocolate bar in his pack, just a couple of chunks was
all there was. He offered up a piece of the chocolate to her lips. She took it
gently from his fingers and he briefly felt the softness of her lips against his
fingers. He was stirred, and annoyed to find himself so easily turned on again
by her. Sumi however had not intended to seduce him, she was simply hungry. The
chocolate was soon finished so he gave her a swig from his water bottle.
He was nearly done with her for tonight. Reaching into his pack once more he
pulled out a ball-gag. A bright red ball with a neat black strap. She opened her
mouth as wide as she could as Kurt approached her. A gentle push was required to
get the rubber ball behind her teeth. Without prompting she rested her chin on
her chest so that Kurt could do up the buckle. A tug told her the buckle was
fastened. A firm click told her it had been padlocked and would stay fastened.
This was one of Kurt's favourite images: A beautiful naked oriental girl,
ballgagged, chained hand and foot to a post and destined to spend a lonely night
in that sacrificial pose.
One last job to do before he had to leave her. He used the towel to wipe the
moisture from her body, paying attention to her breasts, sex and the crack of
her ass. Sumi's nipples hardened once more in response to the deliberate actions
of the towel. That was a good moment to leave her.
He packed up the towel, and with a lingering glance but not a kiss, he left her
and headed back up to the Lodge. He hoped there would be spare female available
for him tonight.
***
Around half an hour later Kate and Jessica arrived at the Activity zone, and saw
poor Sumi, chained and gagged.
Jessica was crying, on her knees in front of Sumi. "I'm so sorry, Sumi. It's all
my fault. I should have told him it was my fault." Sumi shook her head as if to
disagree. Trying, but not able to form words behind the red ball. She wondered
what she might have said if she wasn't gagged: That she and Kurt had just had
great sex? There was really no benefit in mentioning this to anybody.
Jessica moved forward and kissed Sumi's sex tenderly. Sumi shook her head
violently and grunted through her ballgag. She didn't want or need further
attention from anybody tonight.
Kate intervened. "We should go, Jessica, they have infrared cameras mounted
around here. We could get in more trouble if stay too long." Sumi nodded in
agreement.
They left Sumi to her lonely vigil and headed back to the cabin, consoled by the
knowledge that Sumi would be with them in the morning for breakfast.
Four hours later Sumi was losing hope that Kurt would return to her that night.
Nor had the sea monster claimed her although in her mind there was always that
fear.
She moved her feet forward the few inches the chains would allow. It helped.
This was enough to plant her ass firmly against the wooden post. Then she leant
forward so that her handcuffs above would take her upper body weight. It was not
going to be a comfortable night but she knew from experience that sleep would
eventually claim her.
to be continued....
