A Summer's Night.........Chapter 8...........A Decision
This has been the strangest day of my life. Once I awoke this morning, I
realized something. I am in love with Pamela. Maybe it's just that the two of
us have been thrown into this nightmare together, or maybe somehow, deep inside
of me, I always loved women. I don't know what it is right now, but I must do
something about it. I don't like the sound of this slave auction that Bryan
told us about. It sounds like it might mean that the two of us will be
separated, and I couldn't stand the thought of that happening. My body is
betraying my puritanical beliefs. I actually crave the whip now. I crave being
abused by the six people who captured me. I love being used as a sexual toy by
all of them. I feel proud to have my body put on display by them. I know I
look good, and I'm no longer ashamed to be seen naked. This is such a change of
my personality since I was abducted a week ago. I don't know what these people
have brought out of me, but I am a new person. If I were to be bought by
someone and turned into a slave, the only reason it would bother me is if my
lover, Pamela, is not with me. I must do something about this feeling I have
for her, or she will be lost from me forever.
Just as Bryan promised us last night, we were indeed put through the experience
of the vibrators and the whips. The particularly difficult aspect of this
training was that they first tied us up to the ceiling by our wrists, and then
they placed the vibrators inside of our pussies. They then turned us toward
each other and tied a rope around our waists so that our bodies were crushed
against each other's. I was crazy with desire having Pamela's breasts pressed
tightly against mine. But I couldn't do anything about it! Mick controlled the
speed of the vibrators inside of us while Spike whipped our bodies. I actually
loved being whipped! The feeling of Pamela's body next to mine and the vibrator
humming in my body made the whip seem like a pleasurable experience. I came
over and over during the first experience this morning and I could see in
Pamela's eyes that she was enjoying this as much as I was.
After we sunbathed and swam after we were whipped, we all ate lunch. They
allowed us to sunbathe without being tied to the chaise lounges, just like
yesterday. It was everything I could do to keep from looking over at Pamela's
nude body and attacking her once again. I am so attracted to her.
After lunch, we were once again tied up in the living room and they tied us
together back to back this time. Once the vibrators inside of us were turned
on, Madge began whipping the front of our bodies, while Dutch controlled the
vibrators. Feeling Pamela's soft butt pressed next to mine, along with the
vibrator inside of me, made me cum even harder than this morning. The strange
thing is that I don't feel bad about what I am turning into. It seems like I
have this incredible urge to be used in any way anyone can think of.
They brought us up to our rooms after we were whipped and locked us in for a
nap. I must think of a way to either escape with Pamela or to at least make
sure that we are sold together so that we won't be separated. I didn't sleep
much during my nap. I must figure out a way out of this predicament.
While we were making dinner tonight, I thought that I might have come up with a
plan. I always felt that Mick was the kindest of the six people who captured
us. All of them are slime as far as I'm concerned, but it does seem like he's
the one with a bit of a heart. While Pamela and I were fixing dinner in the
kitchen, Mick came in to get a beer. I decided that might be my only
opportunity and if I was wrong then I was ready to suffer the consequences. I
came up to Mick and said "Kind Master Mick, may this slut please have a word
with you, if you would allow her?" He was taken aback for a bit but finally
said it was all right if I spoke to him. "Please, Sir, tell me, since we are
going to be sold, would it be possible that the two of us could be sold
together, so that we could stay together?" He put his beer down and thought
about this for a moment. "I'm not sure if Bryan would go for that, sluts, it
would diminish the price he could get for both of you separately. If a bidder
was forced to bid for two slaves, the price might not be as high as if it was
only for one slave." Pamela came over, feeling a bit bolder since I took the
first move. "Please Sir, could you try to keep us together, we have been good
girls while we have been here, haven't we?" She asks him. "Yes, you have,
although I don't think you had much choice. I can see that the two of you are
attracted to each other, and the amusement aspect of having two slaves like that
might appeal to someone. I will speak to Bryan about it, but don't get your
hopes us, now get back to your work" he said. We both bowed down to him and
thanked him profusely for allowing us to speak to him.
During dinner, Bryan was particularly nice to us, for some reason. After we
were finished with dinner, he addressed us in front of everyone else. "I
understand from Mick that the two of you have developed an attraction towards
each other and would like to be sold as a set." We really didn't know how this
was going to turn out, but both of us lowered our heads and nodded. "The
problem is that a new owner wouldn't want to pay double for two of you. If that
owner was willing to buy the two of you together than he would want some sort of
discount. You are more valuable to all of us if you are separated." This is a
terrific blow to both of us. "Therefore, we will just have to see how the
auction turns out, but I wouldn't get my hopes up that the two of you will stay
together. Now clean up this mess and then have Dutch and the girls prepare you
for tonight."
I feel like I've been shot. Such a heartless bastard, only thinking about his
money. The three women put us through the routine once again, enema, tied up in
the shower, shaved completely by them, then hosed off like a horse. Once our
hair and make up were nicely done, we were led down to the living room and we
stood in front of all of them, our bodies naked and our hands tied. We were
tied up by our wrists to the ceiling, awaiting what was surely to become another
whipping, the third of the day. Suddenly, the doorbell rang. Who could this
be, I wonder? Dutch goes to the door and greets the people at the door with a
warm greeting. Oh shit, she's letting them in. It looks like about 15 people
come through the door, both men and women. Dutch leads them over to us and
tells them that these are the slaves that they will be selling in two days. How
humiliating this has become now. I am being stroked, probed, felt, and pinched
all over my body. I lower my head to try to hide my shame, and a very pretty
woman raises my head up by my hair. "Aren't you a pretty one", she says.
"Thank you, Madam," I whimper. "And what is your name, pretty girl?" she asks
me. "I am called slut gayle, Ma'am" I reply. "And what is this girl next to
you called? She asks. "She is slut pamela, Ma'am" I tell her. "Come over
here, Roger, " she says, "wouldn't they make a lovely pair in our mansion." I
can't believe what I'm hearing; this sounds too good to be true. The man she
called Roger begins to inspect me up and down. Then he does the same to Pamela.
"Yes they are, dear, I'm not sure I want to spend that much money on two toys
for you and your friends though" he tells her. "Oh honey, they would be valuable
around the house too. We could fire the cleaning service and the cooks too. You
know your friends would love to see these lovely creatures waiting on all of you
during your football games," I am beginning to feel that my feelings don't even
matter any more. "Let's see what is available at the auction before we decide
on anything, dear" he tells her and they go off to get a drink.
I can't believe this. There is a party going on around us and we are left
hanging here in the middle of the room, completely exposed to everyone, and
helpless to do anything. Bryan comes over to us and silences the room. "Ladies
and Gentlemen, these two sluts are going to be sold at the auction in two days.
We have trained them very well and I have invited you here tonight to get a
preview showing of these two. I think they are beautiful women that will
attract a high price at the auction. Some of the Arabs that will be there have
deep pockets for American girls. The Japanese used to buy up the American girls
before their economy went south." Everyone laughs at this. "There are many
wealthy Americans, like yourselves, that will be at the auction. I am going to
demonstrate how well these slaves have been trained now. Dutch, get them ready
please." With that Dutch came over and turned us towards each other. I looked
in Pamela's eyes and she in mine. As much as we like looking at each other, we
had no idea what they had in mind for us now. Madge brought over a long, curved
double dildo. She told me to spread my legs and I did as she said. She slid
one end of the dildo deep inside of me. Then she told Pamela to spread her legs
and she placed the other end inside of her. Dutch pushed our bodies close to
each other's and tied us very tightly around the waist. My body is going crazy
now. Our breasts are touching each other's and our pussies are tight against
one another's with a big dildo holding us together. I am ready to cum right
now.
Hazel comes over and begins to whip us. She is using more force on the whip
than we have ever felt before. My body is screaming out in pain, yet my pussy
is throbbing with pleasure. I can't hold it in any longer. My body explodes in
an orgasm like I've never experienced before. Pamela is moaning so loud next to
me, that I know she is cumming violently as well. Our bodies are bucking
together on the chain above us. Hazel stops whipping us and both of us slump
down, totally exhausted, from what we have just gone through. Somewhere in the
background I hear many voices cheering and talking. I can't even concentrate on
what they are saying. Dutch unties our waists from each other and slowly slides
the dildo out of each of us. Normally, I would be humiliated beyond belief, but
it just doesn't matter any more. I look in Pamela's eyes and all I see is the
same love that I have for her. I must do something, I think to myself.
Bryan tells Madge and Dutch to untie us. They do as they are told and he comes
over to us. "Let these two sleep together in the same room tonight. They put
on a good performance tonight." Inside, I am smiling, but I dare not show it.
Dutch leads us up the stairs and puts both of us in my room. "Sleep well, my
lovely sluts," she mockingly says to us and then locks the door behind her.
We look at each other and break down crying. We hug each other tightly, crying
the whole time. I finally say to her "Pamela, we must figure out a way out of
here." She composes herself and we both sit down on the bed. "Let's think this
out," she says. We agree that it will be difficult to try to escape because
there is always someone around and we are either tied up or locked in at all
times. "If we take our chances at the auction, we may never see each other
again" I say to her. She agrees that that will not be the wisest option for us.
"I have some money," I say to her, "I'm afraid if I let them know that, however,
they'll take the money and then sell us anyway." She nods in agreement.
Something hits me like a bolt of lightning. "I have an idea" I excitedly tell
her. " I don't want to talk about it anymore tonight. It might put you in too
much danger if you know about it, but I think it might work."
We both look at each other and the look of love that we both have is
unmistakable. We put our arms around each other and begin to kiss each other
passionately. The night of lovemaking we have this night rivals anything that I
have ever experienced before in my life. I hold her tightly in my arms as we
both drift off to sleep.
