16. Evening at the Bondage Barbecue
(Rabbit Island by Aurelius, c. 2002)
It was nearly dark when Erik led jessica out of the annex and into the well-kept
grounds that surrounded the Lodge.. The tinkle from the bells on her nipple as
she walked around the building was a constant reminder of her recent piercing.
Combined with the ben-wah balls moving gently within her vagina she was, with a
slight reluctance, feeling every bit like the sensual creature they had created.
The lawn at the back of the Lodge ended abruptly in what looked to be a sheer
cliff. Waiting for jessica was a crude steel cage hanging from a strong iron
frame bolted into a concrete floor where a man stood alongside of it ready to
operate a long lever on a control panel.
"Get in", Erik commanded. This hadn't been what jessica was expecting after all
the loving care she had received in the afternoon. She tentatively stepped into
the cage. Much to her great surprise Erik got into the cage with her and the man
operating the contraption slammed the door on them with a dissonant clang. With
a quick glance at his captives the man pushed his level and the cage started to
move towards the edge of the cliff. If they were about to meet their fate, Erik
was to be taking it rather well! The cage seemed to be floating in the air,
descending into darkness.
"Isn't this the way to travel?", said Erik contentedly as they descended at a
slant to a fire lit area in the distance below. A ring of small fires could be
seen around the perimeter of the barbecue area. They could see and gradually
hear at least a hundred people below them, talking, and laughing merrily. It was
a bizarre atmosphere: half tribal and half suburban America. The rudimentary
ski-lift in which they were travelling, Erik explained, took just two minutes to
get up and down the cliff compared to ten minutes on the winding track. It could
safely handle four people with a squeeze!
When the cage came to a soft halt at beach level, Erik opened the cage door and
the astonishing view unfolded before them. There were a great many people in the
area, men and women in smart evening wear, others more casuals, and women tied
up and or otherwise restrained in numerous ways. Many of the women wore
beautiful and elaborate evening dresses that left their breasts completely
exposed. Although the dresses reached to their ankles the skirts had a slit up
the front that went all the way to their pussies. That's what seemed to pass for
formal evening dress in this socie Erik led jessica through the milling crowd to
a row of individual seats on a low wooden platform one step up from the lawn
level. There was at least a two metre gap between each seat, and in that gap a
large cushion to the side of each chair. Already seated on a cushion was a slim
female dressed entirely in black leather, even her head was tightly covered.
There wasn't any kind of opening for the mouth, only a slot where her bright
beautiful eyes could be seen peering out. A collar and chain attached her to the
chair. On the next cushions another female looked like a tabby cat, although she
was naked and wore a leather body harness. It was like an X rated character from
the famous musical. jessica couldn't tell whether the cat-girl had been tattooed
all over or whether it was just painted on for the evening. Her own harem slave
costume felt very comfortable by comparison.
Erik pushed jessica down to kneel on a large cushion alongside a vacant chair
and attached a thick chain, about a metre in length, from the chair to her
collar. The chain could have pulled a truck, but here, what mattered was the
symbolism. Its purpose - easily achieved - was to make jessica feel hopelessly
weak in comparison to the chain's size and strength. Sitting kneeling back on
her shins on the cushion and with her hands sat easily on her lap despite the
cuffs and chains around her wrists, jessica was sitting in the natural position
of a harem slave. She started to take in the scene around her.
Four bunnies were, at that moment, being staked out spread-eagled on the ground
right in the platform. Their handlers had earlier released them for a rest and
meal break, but now they had to retake their positions for the evening session.
The naked bunnies all wore blindfolds but jessica was pretty sure that hannah
and rachel were amongst them, after all she knew their bodies quite well by
then. Jessica feared that her friends were about to be publicly raped; yet
surely a gang rape doesn't require that they were prepared in such a precise and
pedantic manner as this was! At this stage jessica knew nothing of the earlier
rounds of Bunny Bags, but would later have a grandstand view of the upcoming
final games.
On the far side of the lawn, perhaps twenty metres away jessica spotted three
naked women attached to the Pok'er Posts. They were, at that stage, expertly
wrapped in white rope courtesy of the ropemaster who fixed kate and juliette.
The jerky manner of their movements caught jessica's attention. She could see
that some people were throwing something at them, and clearly deriving much
amusement from their targets. It took a while before jessica figured out that
the bunnies were trying to catch the objects in their mouths. At the same time
jessica noticed that nancy was one of those, but it didn't seem such an terrible
punishment compared to other things she could see.
Only a few metres away two blonde bunnies, kate and juliette, sat back-to-back
in an intricate web of white rope that bound them together as if they had been
captured by a giant spider! Each wore a tight-fitting harnessed-ballgag, with
its black straps and red ball complementing the bright white ropes. Kate turned
to look at the exotic slave girl kneeling by the chair A veil covered her face
but the big dark eyes could only be jessica. Kate and juliette's evening was
'enlivened' by the vibrators that came to life in their pussies every fifteen
minutes. Occasionally their gentle moaning would draw a handful of spectators to
watch as the bunny's body would jerk and her eyes would glaze over as she
approached another tightly-restrained orgasm
***
To one side of jessica she saw five female posteriors displayed in a row bent at
the waist over a wooden rail. Their hands and feet were wide apart and secured
at ground level. It was the same five that had spent most of the afternoon
hanging bound and upside down. A small crowd of men and a few women were
starting to gather around the nervous wriggling asses. There was a round of
raucous male laughter in the air and jessica soon found out the reason:
Four naked blondes were being paraded. Jessica recognised two of them as the
pussies that had done her make-up earlier. Each of them was harnessed with a
strap-on black dildo which pointed purposefully forward. To add to their
indignity their hands were in leather cuffs attached to the harness behind them
and they all wore ballgags. Far from being nervous, the pussies appeared to be
eager participants looking forward to the game.
This game was simple: The dildo wearers had to plant ten firm thrusts into the
cunts of each of the bent-over bunnies. The quickest time to do all five wins.
Bearing in mind that most normal females have little experience of screwing
others in this fashion and that they would not be able to guide the dildo into
the cunts with their hands, a sequence of amusing mishaps was assured.
A man quickly went down the line of fidgeting bunny asses and slapped a liberal
amount of lubrication onto the labia of each. His ministrations produced a
pleasing 'uummpphh' from the ballgagged mouth of each one.
A whistle sounded and the first dildo-equipped pussygirl ran from the starting
line and made her approach to the nearest upturned ass. The head of the dildo
seemed to waver in all directions as the blonde fought to keep it still long
enough to push it in the fleshy lubricated hole. Several times she made a push,
only to miss the slot and fall forward onto the poor bent-over bunny. When she
finally managed to impale the bunny a load cheer went up and the audience called
out from one to ten as she pumped in and out. She had to repeat it with the
other four bunnies, and became more skilled at controlling the dildo with each
one. When the fifth bunny had been properly pumped, the pussygirl had to run
back over the starting line, where she immediately crumpled to the ground in an
exhausted heap.
Sumi and maria were the owners of two of those upturned asses. Sumi's neater
labia required a more precise aim from the dildo whereas maria's luscious lips
seemed to swallow it up.. By the time the fourth pussy girl had completed the
course both of them were well on their way to orgasm. Being roughly dildo-fucked
by pretty, bound and ballgagged blondes was a unexpected arousal for them. The
watching men could be divided into two types: Those rolling around laughing
heartily at the event and those with raging hard-ons caused by such energetic
girl-on-girl action. For two of those men relief was only yards away, so they
quickly selected the upturned ass of their liking and dropped their pants. To
great vocal support from the spectators they had soon pumped their loads into
the bunnies hot vaginas. Maria, who always preferred being taken doggie-style,
moaned loudly as she climaxed while the guy was still pumping her. That had
easily been the best part of her day!
***
The barbecue area was busy dispensing a variety of classy grilled food from
steaks to locally caught lobsters. In amongst the milling guests on the lawn
jessica saw Master Alex walking towards her with a plateful of food in one hand
and a glass of white wine in the other. He looked very handsome, she had to
concede, in dark grey linen trousers, a leather waistcoat and white collarless
shirt. For the last few days she hated him for the way he tormented her on the
beach then left her hanging in chains for the night. Yet, as he approached,
smiling at her, the ben-wah balls within her seemed to shift of their own accord
and something caused her nipple bells to ring softly. When he sat down in the
chair to which she was so sturdily chained she was grateful that her veil
covered her awkward blushing smile.
He sat down, with a relaxed and contented demeanour, that hid well the fact that
he was largely responsible for the evening's organisation. After arranging his
food and drink on the arm of the chair for a moment he lightly stroked jessica's
hair with his hand. She continued to sit proud and motionless, reminding herself
that she was sat in chains and on this island against her will. Curiously her
hands were still clasped together by her interlocking fingers in her lap as they
had been since she sat down. She had decided not to take even the limited
freedom that the chains offered her. Perhaps it was her way of denying that the
chains had control over her.
Master Alex stroked her hair again. This time she felt his finger move behind
her earlobe, probing, teasing and tickling, almost compelling her to turn to
face him.
He knew she would look great after Carole's elaborate preparations, but when
jessica turned and he saw the angry passion in her big dark brown eyes he was
truly stunned by her passionate beauty in her face. Her fiery Italian ancestry
had broken through the Brooklyn girl's usual countenance.
He knew what she was thinking: That this 'arrangement' was merely the second
part of his plan to dominate and somehow 'convert' or 'tame' her.
"Jessica, my dear. Do you know why you are sat here tonight?", his raised
eyebrows indicated that he expected a reply. She thought she knew but was
reluctant to say it.
"The Hunting Game?", jessica offered reluctantly, unsure of why she didn't want
that to be the only reason. She'd won the game and this was the reward for the
winner, yet she hated herself for it. She was only sitting there because of her
ability to avoid the hunters, so why did she feel she had capitulated to Master
Alex?
"That's right jessica, the Hunting Game. Is there any other reason you can think
of?"
She shook her head, and he detected a little sorrow in her eyes.
"That's right. No other reason."
To dress her so beautifully and place her in a privileged position next to the
man that could see right through to her soul...and then to say it's only because
she won that stupid hunting game! His next words seemed to come out with some
reluctance: "But I am honoured to have you sat next to me tonight."
It was like alternate strokes of a metronome, the way he could destroy her and
then build her up again. She turned away so he could not see her moistening
eyes.
"The day after tomorrow, jessica you will be back on your beach naked and
cuffed, so tonight please enjoy your reward and grace me with your company."
He lifted her little veil to the top of her head and offered a large cooked
prawn to her lips followed by a greedy sip from his wine glass, before carefully
lowering the veil again.
***
jessica had always been a big sports fan mostly because of her Italian father's
love of soccer and baseball. Luckily the best seats in the house for tonight's
game of Bunny Bags was on the platform where she was sitting. As the game
unfolded Master Alex whispered the rules and tactics to her in response to her
questions
The tossing skills of the finalists were excellent although it was a contest
where tactics and strategies were as important. Equally impressive was the
bucking technique of Hannah: Even though tightly spread-eagled and blindfolded
she often managed to jerk her body enough to flip the bean bag up in the
required direction. The nipple-clamps, rubber ball, and the vaginal beads that
the spread-eagled bunnies had to endure might at first seem like a bizarre
method of scoring, but as one becomes more accustomed to it, one can see how it
adds greatly to the game's appeal. A well fought contest ended with a delighted
new singles champion. jessica could not help but applaud as he proudly received
his trophy and prize money. Even Hannah and the other spread-eagle bunnies were
applauded as they were untied and wearily got to their feet.
***
While Master Alex disappeared in the direction of the bar, jessica had an
unwelcome visitor. He looks slightly familiar to her.
"You fucking bitch. You're an animal!", the man shouted as he punched her hard
on the side of the face. With her hands chained in her lap jessica could do
nothing to protect herself from the assault except curl herself up as he struck
her again on the head.
Thankfully, the strong arm of nearby handler was around the assailant's neck
before he could hit out again. The shocked Jessica looked up to find Master Alex
already back on the scene. He stared enraged at jessica's attacker, trying to
control his anger.
"Martin, you've had too much to drink and you're a sore loser. The bunny caught
you fair and square, and you should just accept that". The assailant was the man
that jessica had kicked between the legs on MacDonald's Peak and perhaps not
surprisingly he bore a grudge against her. Jessica felt much better when she
heard Master Alex instruct the handler to chain the guy up in the cells!
Master Alex examined her face. The left cheek was badly bruised from Martin's
first blow.
"Maybe we should leave now. We have a small infirmary to give you some
treatment", he explained, clearly concerned with her condition.
Perhaps it was because she knew the worse thing that could happen had already
done so, jessica decided she would rather stay at the barbecue. A woman came
over with an ice pack to hold against jessica's face. She was elegantly dressed
in a long green gown which, like all the others exposed her breasts. Her face
was still that of a slim teenager with a cute retrousse nose, although she had
just turned thirty.
"Thanks Emma, that's quick thinking.", Alex said, exchanging a warm glance with
her. She was a long-standing acquaintance. Master Alex held the ice pack against
jessica's cheek while she was fussed over by the elegant ladies present as if
she were a little child. She was lapping up all the attention! It didn't occur
to jessica that most of the ladies including Emma were dominant mistresses that
would have loved to have jessica serving them as a slave.
***
The Precision Caning competition brought a slightly darker tone to the evening,
much to the approval of the more serious Masters. The five bunnies who had
earlier been dildo-fucked by the pussy girls were bracing themselves for the
worst part of the day. It was torment of its own being fixed into position,
bent over the rail, for the two hours previous, knowing that a caning awaited
them. Three more bunnies had been added to rail bent over add shackled like the
others. Jessica was horrified to see that her best friend nancy was one of them.
The rules were simple. Each caner had to plant five lines onto the bum cheeks of
his allotted rump. The welts were to be in good parallel sequence and of equal
area and colour. The patterns would be judged and graded into order of quality.
In the second part of the competition the same criteria would be made for five
strokes on the back of the thighs. Again they would be graded and an aggregate
winner declared.
Most of the electric lighting was turned off by this time, but more brush
torches were brought in to illuminate the scene. It was a compelling scene; it
seems like body welts are meant to be seen by firelight. About a hundred men and
a handful of women had gathered silently to watch and savour.
The stripes on jessica's own buttocks and thighs that Master Alex inflicted on
her three days ago had begun to fade by this time, but she remembered how they
hurt her and how precisely Master Alex had delivered them. It did not come as a
surprise to find that he was one of the eight competitors. It was, however, a
cruel coincidence that nancy had been allocated as his target.
The next half an hour was taken up with the sound of a whooshing cane followed
by a muffled cry every fifteen seconds or so. A couple of dozen men and women
without the taste for caning socialised quietly at a distance. A few couples
were making love on the beach to the distance aroused by the erotic soundtrack
of the caning competition.
When it was Master Alex's turn to make his strokes jessica could hear the same
calls of encouragement that all the competitors received to a greater or lesser
degree. "Come on, Alex","Nice and steady, Alex", "Show 'em what you can do,
Alex". He'd rolled up his sleeves and jessica looked away as he planted his
strokes at a tempo that seemed painfully familiar to her. The caning he gave her
three days previously had merely been a practice session prior to tonight's
performance on her best friend's body.
After each stroke from Master Alex, Nancy matched it with a strong guttural
grunt behind her ballgag. She was taking it well compared to the others. Jessica
found herself listening intently to the swish of her Master's cane and also her
best friend's reaction to it.
Master Alex returned to jessica before all the competitors had finished,
carrying another glass of wine. It hadn't gone as well as he hoped, yet he
didn't seem particularly disappointed. He offered the glass up to jessica's lips
even before taking a drink himself. She hesitated while the glass was at her
lips.
At that point according to normal customs he was supposed to ask her what was
wrong. She had slipped into old social habits where:
1) A boyfriend does something she doesn't like
2) She gives him the cold shoulder
3) He asks her what's wrong and gets ready to apologise.
For some reason, kneeling in chains at the feet of one of the world's most
eminent psychologists her gesture hadn't worked as she expected. Instead he took
the glass and enjoyed the drink while stroking her hair and teasing her earlobes
once again. She was becoming accustomed to losing the mental battles with Master
Alex."
"Master Alex, please may I have a little wine."
"Why didn't you take didn't you drink when I offered it to you?"
"Because you had upset me."
"No, jessica. It was because you wanted me *to know that* you were upset with
me. Your behaviour does not befit a mature person whether Master or subordinate.
I will see that you are punished for your immaturity... but not tonight. You
must learn that a subordinate must always speak openly to her Master."
She tried again, tempered by his command. "Master Alex. I am upset that you
caned my best friend nancy. I was afraid that you had hurt her."
"It's true, I did hurt her." he said bluntly. "I hit her exactly the same way,
and with the same force, that I hit you on the beach.", he said truthfully. "And
she was brave... just like you were." Once again, he had knocked her down and
built her up within moments.
Knowing that she and Nancy were considered brave made her feel very proud.
"Brave but immature and weak-hearted!" she thought to herself.
She was beginning to enjoy his caressing of her hair and was grateful when he
held the ice-pack against her face again. She was beginning to wonder if he
actually cared about her! Master Alex's hands slipped down the under the wide
neckline of her silken top, and fondled her breasts. His fingers found her newly
pierced nipples and their bells rang softly. He touched her nipples sensitively
as if duty impelled him to keep them in an erect state.
"It's a pity all of this will soon be removed. Your breasts are so suited to
those bells.", his hands withdrew and he knew instantly that he had just made
her sad. He'd played with her emotions and won easily. It was not so surprising
that he didn't care about the caning contest, he specialised in a games of the
mind and soul.
A while later a group of men had come to offer condolences to Master Alex for
his poor showing in the caning competition. By this time jessica's head was
resting softly on Master Alex's thigh while he continued to hold the icepack to
her face.
"Bad luck having a skinny ass like that to compete with. You really couldn't
have done any better. But I'll give the little bitch credit: For a thin girl she
took it very well", one of the men said, accurately describing nancy's
performance. Master Alex, to his credit, did not seek to put any blame onto
nancy's skinny figure.
As the men continued their in-depth analysis of the competition Master Alex
continued to caress jessica and she was aware that she was becoming the centre
of attention.
"Let me know if you don't need your slave girl tonight", one of the men said to
Alex, obviously smitten with jessica.
Alex laughed. "Sure I'll do that".
To jessica, it didn't sound like the laugh of someone that had totally dismissed
the suggestion.
***
After the intensity of the precision caning competition came the tell-tale-touch
game. The three bunnies standing in the stocks became the centre of attention. A
curtain hung down below the stocks so only the bunny's head and hands could be
seen. A wedge of wood ensured that her head faced forward towards the audience
instead of downwards. A wooden bit gag ensured that the bunnies would not give
the players any extra help.
The game was simple, and anyone with a photocopy of the game sheet could play.
When a number was called out the handler behind the screen would perform a
predefined action on one of the three bunnies. The audience had to use their
experience and powers of deduction to figure out what was being done to the
bunny. There were ten options, the player needs to write the number alongside
the right action. The options were.
1) Breasts gently squeezed.
2) Clothes-peg attached to breast
3) Nipples tweaked by fingers
4) Nipple clamps applied
5) Ribs tickled
6) Small butt plug inserted
7) Butt plug pulled out (helps if the player knew it had been inserted earlier!)
8) Labia rubbed softly
9) Clitoris fingered
10) Dildo inserted into vagina
Everyone enjoyed the embarrassed, pained and surprised expressions on the
bunnies' faces as a seemingly random activity was performed on them.
***
As the evening wore on the guests seems to slowly disappear back to the Lodge. A
small queue formed by the ski-lift removing four people at a time, while others
took the walk up the winding trail. The Lodges forty rooms would all be full
tonight and nobody would be sleeping alone! The single males amongst the guests
had chosen a female (bunny, pony or pussy) according to lots drawn in the
afternoon. The island's team of handlers including the Erik, Ray and Riccardo
were responsible for delivering the appropriate female to the correct bedroom.
The bunnies would usually be left chained, cuffed and blindfolded at the foot of
the bed to await their Master for the night.
Whilst Master Alex was engaged in conversation with some guests, Erik came to
escort jessica back to the Lodge. She was too scared to him ask with whom she
was to spend the night.
end of chapter 16
to be continued...A night in the horseshoe...ponygirls demonstrate their
prowess...the auction.
