*author's note:  I wrote this sometime last year (2008), my first in this genre.  Originally "Abigail" was "Ayla" since this was written for my online friends and we like to write about ourselves…but then I wrote Future Shocked which also starred "me" in a completely different setting so I figured I'd better change this one to avoid confusion!  Hope you enjoy!  

Careless Wishes

By Ayla Jaxxon

       "You are so naughty!" giggled Abigail.  Iza just grinned that feral grin of hers.  "This skirt is too short to not wear panties!" 

       "Oh, come on!"  encouraged Iza, "you know you'll like it.  It will be our little slut secret. And no bra either."

       "Iza!  With THESE boobs?!"  In the end, Iza won out, as she always did.  They had been friends for almost a year and had becomes friends with benefits.  Iza had opened Abigail's eyes to all sorts of things.   Abby was a small town girl moved to the big city and sophisticated Iza took her on as a willing student.  

       Iza said, "Looking good, Hun.  You're going to really enjoy tonight, this party may change your life."  Abby gave her a mockingly dubious look.  Iza continued, "Come on, the limo should be here." 

       Abigail followed with a bouncing, excited step, "I can't believe they sent a limo to pick us up!  How cool is that?!"  Iza just smiled.

       

       The limo was indeed waiting.  The driver, an attractive blonde, opened the door to let the two girls into the back.  Abigail made note of the driver's uniform, a take on the classic chauffeur's outfit, but the black leather jacket was oh so tight and she was wearing a leather mini-skirt and high, lace-up, stiletto heeled boots.  Her hair was pulled back in a severe French braid under her black leather cap.  They rode a bit and picked up yet another two girls, introductions were made.  One, Vera, was apparently already a pretty good friend of Iza's as they shared a very friendly kiss.  The other girl was very cute, petite, and seemed just a bit nervous.  Her name was Ariel.  The four girls chatted and had a very nice time in the luxury of the limo, each had a glass of champagne…or two, as it was a rather long drive to the party.  Abby couldn't help but notice how Iza and Vera kept exchanging knowing glances, to the point where she even kidded them about it. 

All they would say was, "Girls, tonight's the night we make our wishes come true."

         Time passed quickly as they giggled and flirted their way out of town, and soon the city lights were far behind.  Ariel blushed furiously when it was discovered that, like Iza and Abigail, she and Vera had been playing bedroom "tie up" games.  Iza looked at Ariel with mock wonder, "Goodness, Ariel, you're almost as bad as Abby!  She can have a screaming orgasm just by being tied up!"    Abigail gave Iza a "I can't believe you just said that" look, Ariel just continued to turn bright red. Vera just laughed.

       

       Soon, just as Abigail was beginning to wonder where the heck they were…the limousine slowed.  They came to large, wrought iron gates that opened slowly and, it seemed, automatically.  A sign over the gate read, "Chateau Esclavage".

       "Anyone know French?" asked Abigail.

       "I know a little." Replied Ariel, "House…slavery?  That can't be right."

       Iza spoke up quickly, "I think it's an idiom, means something like 'This house takes a lot of work to maintain' or something like that."

       Abigail giggled, "I am not an idiom!" 

       "No, you're an idiot! You goof." Replied Iza. "How many glasses of champagne have you had?"

               "Just a couple!"

       The Limousine pulled up to an enormous house, a near castle-like mansion.  Another limo was just pulling away and the girls saw four other young ladies just entering through the huge iron bound doors.  "Holy shmoly, Iza!" exclaimed Abigail.  "You said these folks were 'well off' but this is ridiculous!" 

       Their driver opened the door and the four girls went up the wide stone stairs.  The doors opened for them and they were greeted by yet another beauty.  She was a dark skinned young woman, tall, and wearing a tight, copper-colored latex micro dress.   She smiled, "Ah, Iza, Vera, so glad that you've made it.  Tonight is your big night, my dears.  And this must be Abigail, oh, and Ariel…what lovely girls you are! Mistress will be so pleased that you are here!"  Abigail smiled back, trying not to look unnerved by the greeter's familiarity.  "And," the woman continued, "You'll need to wear these!  We will be having party games and these denote the teams." She produced four silk scarves, two red and two white. She tied them around each of the girl's upper left arms.  Iza and Vera got red, Abigail and Ariel white. 

       "Awww, I wanted to be on Iza's team. No offense Ariel." said Abigail.  And then in a quieter voice, "And besides, this scarf doesn't go with my outfit!"

       "Don't worry." said Iza, "If everything goes right, we'll be on the same team later."        

       They went in through the great hall and into a wondrous room, it was large, beautifully appointed, and looked like something out of 'Masterpiece Theater'.  There were leather, overstuffed chairs and couches, iron chandeliers, oriental rugs, a large fireplace, rather risqué paintings on the wall done in a renaissance style, and many beautiful women.  There were perhaps twenty five or thirty young ladies in the room.  Many, around half, were dressed in leather or even latex outfits, many quite revealing. Nearly all of these girls had red scarves tied to their arms. Most of the rest were in typical club wear, as were Abigail and Ariel, sexy, but not too unusual.  They wore the white scarves. There were a few women, five or six with black scarves; they looked like hostesses, at the doorways and such.  A few other women, just a few very confident looking ones, had no scarves at all. 

       A string quartet, all women, played chamber music in the corner.  

       Abigail whispered to Iza, "Hey, there's no guys here…."

       She just replied with a "mmhmm."

       "And every one of these girls is gorgeous!"

       "Mmhmm."

       "You didn't tell me this was going to be a lesbian fetish party!"

       "And do you mind?"

       "Iza, this is kinky even for you!"

       "Just wait, it's going to get better."

       It was surprisingly easy to relax.  The girls were all friendly and excited.  Abigail found herself kissing and touching…and being touched by, complete strangers in a matter of moments.  Everyone seemed to be in a very flirty mood. 

       "Abby," Iza had come to her, "I want you to meet someone."  Iza led Abigail over to a statuesque woman with auburn hair.  She was stunning, but more than that, she was intimidating and alluring at the same time.  "Mistress Shift, this is my friend, Abigail."

       The woman smiled warmly.  "Abigail, what a lovely name for a lovely creature.  I do so hope that we will become….close."  Abigail blushed and didn't know why. 

       "Yes…..Mistress, that would be…nice." stammered the girl.

       "I'm sure we'll chat more latter, my dear." 

       "Yes, Ma'am…" 

       Mistress Shift smiled again, then turned away to confer with a black scarf girl. 

       As the two girls walked away, Abigail asked, "Iza! Is that the 'Mistress' you were telling me about?!  The one that...you know…got you 'into' this bondage stuff?"

       Iza laughed, "Well yes and no, she certainly got me 'into' bondage, but I had a previous interest.  Just like you have had those 'fantasies' since you were a girl?"

       "Shhh!  God, Iza, shut up!"  Abigail laughed.

       The two wandered around for a bit.  Abby noticed that several girls were 'wondering' themselves, even out of the room.  In fact, she remembered two girls, a red silk with her arm around a white silk…head out down a hallway.  They were followed closely by two black scarf girls.  She remembered because the red scarf girl was particularly stunning and there she was again, chatting…her former partner no where to be seen.  In fact, they seemed to be several white scarf girls missing.  Curious.

       Just then, Ariel grabbed Abigail by the arm and pulled her away from the others.  She hissed into her ear, "There's something weird going on here!"

       "You mean besides an all girl latex and leather fetish party in a castle?"

       "I'm not kidding!" whispered Ariel, worried. "Haven't you noticed?  Our 'team' is getting smaller!"

       "Yes, but come on Ariel, I noticed but don't you think that maybe they're …sleeping it off, heaven knows that I want to sleep after I cu…."

       "Abigail!  This isn't funny!  I think we should get out of here, right now!"

       Abby sighed, "Ariel, don't be so jumpy, you get Vera and I'll get Iza and we'll stick together.  Safety in numbers, right?" 

       "I think they're IN on it!" 

       "Oh for heaven's sake, relax.  You and I will keep and eye on each other."

       Iza taped Abigail on the shoulder, Abigail jumped.  "Damn, Iza!  You scared the shit outta me!'

       "Sorry, come sit with me, Sweetie.  We need to talk."

       "Sure, Iza.  I'll be right back Ariel, stay here."

       They moved off, leaving Ariel standing there, biting her lip.  Ariel watched them walk away and did not notice the black scarf girl moving smoothly up behind her, a white cloth folded on her gloved palm…

       Iza and Abigail sat on a comfy couch and Iza began, "So, Ariel's looking a little scared…"

       "Ya, she's been watching too many spooky movies."

       "She's right, you know."

       Abigail gave her a smirking look, "Ya, right Iza.  You can't scare me."

       Iza nodded, "I think I can, actually.  Here goes…You know I love you right?" Abigail nodded.  "And I only want what's best for you?"  Again, Abby nodded.  "Well, I've been planning on this for myself for some time and tonight's the night.  I am giving myself to Mistress Shift as her permanent sex slave."

       "What!?" Abigail looked incredulous, "You can't be serious!"

       "Yes, and there's more.  All of the red scarf girls are giving themselves to Mistresses tonight.  None of us will ever be free again. There's a whole underground world here, Abby, full of complete and total slavery."  Abigail just stared at her friend, her mouth an 'O' of shock.  "And here's where you come in, they don't just take….willing slaves her, Abby, they take…unwilling girls too."   Understanding began to dawn on Abigail.  "Abby, you are my gift to Mistress Shift.  All of the white scarf girls are gifts…to prove our commitment to our Mistresses."  Iza put her hand on Abigail's arm and continued quickly, "But Abby!  I just know that you will be happy here!  You love to be bound, you always talk about your kidnap fantasies, how you want to be forced!"

       "Oh my God, Iza!  Those are just fantasies!!!  I don't want to be a sex slave!"

       Iza looked her friend in the eyes, "Well, it's too late now."

       Abigail stood, anger and confusion on her face, "This is crazy, Iza!  I'm leaving, now!"

       "That won't be possible dear." came a smooth voice from behind.  Abigail whirled and saw Mistress Shift, standing with her arms folded across her formidable bosom.  She was flanked by two black scarf girls.  Another two came in from behind Abigail, surrounding her.  Iza leapt up and rushed over to her Mistress, dropping to her knees before her. 

       "Did I do well Mistress? Are you pleased?"

       "Yes, my sweet.  I am pleased with the gift of yourself, I now take you as mine, you are my slave."  Iza beamed.  "As for your other gift, that pleases me as well.  In fact, I think it's time I unwrap her…and then maybe wrap her up again…"

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Chapter 2

       Abigail was no pushover.  She grew up on a farm, she was tough.  She aimed a swinging blow at the nearest black scarf girl, and missed completely.  These girls were trained.  Abigail had the briefest moment of surprise as the other girl calmly ducked under her punch and came up with a strike to her midsection.  Tough she may have been, but Abby had never taken that kind of hit in her life.  She doubled over, the air knocked out of her.  They were on her in an instant; one of them kicked her in the back of her knees, causing her upper body to fly back so that the assailant could grab her hair and jerk her back even further.  Another grabbed her right arm with both hands and twisted it behind her back, pulling it up hard and painfully.  The third attacker came in low, aiming rapid strikes to her inner thigh, her side and her stomach.  Iza gasped, horrified, "Oh God! Stop! Don't hurt her any more!"

       Iza's head snapped to the side from the slapping blow her Mistress leveled on her.  A second, backhanded, sent her reeling back to collapse on the floor.  She rolled to her side, groaning, pushing herself up with her hands.  She looked up in shock, the taste of blood in her mouth.  "It's not that I don't like to hear my slaves beg, Iza, I do." said her Mistress, calmly.  "But that wasn't begging, it sounded more like an order.  If I hear you talk like that again, you will regret it."

       Abigail was gasping for air, her mind a haze of pain.  The black scarf girls were stripping her, quickly, efficiently.  It wasn't hard.  Her tight, thin blouse was torn off, her mini skirt, her shoes; she was completely naked in mere moments.  They had ropes, thin and nylon, sliding loops already tied in the end of each one.  She tried to fight but she could barely breathe.  The ropes were quickly looped and tightened around her wrists; they were pulled up behind, her hands to her shoulder blades.  They then wrapped the ropes around her neck and wound them down around her body, under her arms and above and below her breasts.  Forced to the ground, facedown, they looped her ankles, and wound the ropes around her thighs, hogtieing her.  Abigail wheezed, drawing in what little air she could, her eyes wide, her face red, her back arched.  The Black scarf girls stood, not even winded.

       Mistress Shift grabbed and handful of Iza's hair and drew her to her knees.  Then she dragged her over to kneel before Abigail's stricken face.   "Look at her Iza, this is what you said she wanted, yes?  To be taken, forced, kidnapped….hurt."  Iza shook, tears running down her face.  "Don't be jealous my pet, there will be plenty of pain for you as well.  I know how much you like it."  Then she looked thoughtful, "I suppose we should let her breathe, my black scarves do get ever so carried away, she made a big mistake fighting them.  That just makes them go into 'fuck her over' mode."  The Mistress paused for a moment…a long moment, and then motioned towards bound girl. The black scarves immediately went to untie her. "That's not any way to leave a girl that I want to keep alive.  Pity though, she does look so nice like that."

       Choking and coughing, Abby felt them retie her hands behind her back in a U shape, each wrist tied just above the opposite elbow.  Her legs were untied but they hobbled her with just a foot or so of cord between her ankles. 

       "Gag her."

       They jerked her up to her knees and one of her tormentors slapped the side of her breast, hard.  She opened her mouth the cry out and one of them stuffed a large sponge right into it.  Her jaw was forced shut by one as another girl slapped a wide piece of duct tape over her lips.  In panic, Abigail finally found her voice and screamed.  The sound was greatly muffled.  "Ahhh," murmured Mistress Shift, "I do so love the sound of gagged screaming."    The Mistress looked around the room, "Well, the party's over girls.  Abigail was the last white scarf to take.  The others are already being prepared to go…wherever they're going.  All of the Mistress's are eager to get their new pets home.  Fortunately, mine already are home.  Girls, make sure sweet Abigail is comfortable for the night.  I may make time for her tomorrow.  Tonight, my new slave gets to scream.  Come Iza."

       Two black scarves hoisted Abigail up to her feet and dragged her, stumbling, away.  They urged her to cooperate with swift slaps to her ass and thighs, but she couldn’t help but struggle.  Her constant squeals and screams still muffled by the gag.  Down a dark, arched hallway they went, down stairs, through heavy wooden doors.  They came into a hall of cages, cells like in some medieval prison.  Abigail saw a girl hanging by her wrists in the first, it was Ariel.  Her naked body was glistening with sweat, it swayed slightly.  Her head hung down but Abby could see that she was gagged with a knotted cloth.  Her body was stretched so tightly, her arms straining, her wrists bound with rope and attached to a sturdy hook and pulley.  Flickering shadows danced over her body as she hung there. Abigail screamed again.

       They dragged her further, through yet another door, and another, and into a large dark room.  There was but a single light source high above, illuminating a large, rough hewn table with iron rings….and chains…

       Abigail fought with renewed strength.  Her body bucking and twisting, she tried to kick only to come up short, held by the corded hobble.  Her high pitched and stifled cries echoed from the stone walls.  One of her captors pulled forth a simple blackjack, and struck her across the back of her head, low.  Her eyes rolled back as she slumped in their arms, unconscious. 

       Iza was well secured.  She looked up at her own right arm, stretched out above her.  She was on a rack, nearly upright, and spread eagle.  The worn leather straps, and there were many of them, were not buckled, rather each one went around part of her body and into a slot in the thick wooden rack…behind, a wedge kept it in place; Mistress had tapped each wedge in with a wooden mallet.  They were very tight.  Fours straps on her arm alone held her, wrist, forearm, upper arm near the elbow, and one near her shoulder.  Her legs were done in a similar fashion; her feet did not touch the ground.  Mistress Shift seemed to almost be talking to herself when she said, "Sometimes, simple is better."  She turned to Iza with a coil of rough hemp rope in her hand.  She forced a length of it between Iza's teeth and wound it around her head and through her mouth three times, shoving her head forward and back with each turn.  It too, was very tight.  The rope cut into Iza's cheeks; she could feel the harsh texture on her tongue.  Her breath was ragged, her eyes wide as her Mistress tied a knot in the rope at the back of her head.  Mistress Shift reached under and gripped Iza's jaw, slamming her head back against the wood, to inspect her own work.  Iza's eyes flickered a bit from the blow.  "Good, still able to scream…but no silly words."  The Woman picked up one more strap, wider than the others.  She curved it and placed it around Iza's neck, fitting it into the slots.  She went behind and fixed the wedges, pounding them in.  Iza winced, her head immobilized, the strap tight about her throat.  Mistress Shift walked briskly back around and pulled a wheeled cart, like a small table, with her.  The objects on the cart were covered with a cloth.  The Mistress smiled and paused, silent.  After a few torturously long moments, she delicately took the cloth in her fingers.  She watched Iza's face as she slowly pulled the covering away.  Iza screamed.

       It was the sound of the chains rolling through the pulley that woke her.  Ariel groaned, her head aching, her arms throbbing.  She felt her toes touch the cold stone floor but she could not support herself and continued to be lowered until she was nearly on her knees.  She heard a hazy "This is one tiny slut." But her head was still foggy.  She gasped as icy cold water hit her.  She shook her head to see two leather clad girls in her cell, one was holding an empty bucket; both were black scarves.  Ariel's awareness dawned with terror.

       "Mistress says we get this one."

       The other girl made a snorting noise, "Humf, our very own toy slut. Just what we needed." 

       "Well, I'm in the mood so let's start her training."  The woman held up a device, a long thin device with a pronged end, it was a cattle prod.  "Listen slut, if you do anything, anything, that I don't tell you to do…I'm going to stick this up your ass.  Got it?"

       Ariel nodded, horrified.  "Please…please don't hurt me….."

       She screamed as the prongs dug into her flesh, jolting her.  "I did not tell you to talk."

       They grabbed her and forced her out of the cell and into another room.  The knot on her wrists was too tight to untie so they cut her free with a knife.  The room was full of…devices.   Ariel, shivered uncontrollably.  She was trying to cover her naked body with her hands as the two women considered the possibilities.  Decided, they dragged her over to a narrow bench; she was forced to her knees at one end, her back to the device. They cuffed her ankles underneath with handcuffs run through an iron ring fastened to the floor.  She was made to lie back on the bench and her tiny wrists locked together beneath.  "Now, slut, I am going to sit on your face and you're going to make me cum.  If I don't think you're doing a good job, I'm going to fry your cunt with this cattle prod.  Got it?"

       Abigail woke up.  Horror, disbelief, pain.  She was alone.  She was kneeling, her thighs spread wide and her torso slumped forward, on the round wooden table.  She was wet, cold.  She straightened, her head lulled back weakly.  She heard the clinking sound of chain links.  She squinted, looking up at the single light.  It was raining.  The drops in the light made it look like she was zooming through space.  Somewhere, up above her and beyond sight, a shower head rained down on her bound body.   And bound she was.  By chain, lots of chain.  Lengths of chain were wrapped around her upper body, above and below her breasts, crossed between them, over her shoulders.  Her wrists were wrapped as well, crossed up high on her back, under the coils of larger links.  It was so heavy.  Chains ran from her to points around the table, that fact was the only thing holding her upright.  She gazed dully at the locks, they were large and formidable.  More chains secured her legs, crossing over her thighs, to the wooden platform.  And she was gagged.  There was a bit between her teeth.  It was big, at least two fingers wide.  It was something hard, wood perhaps, covered with a layer of black rubber.  It was pulled back firmly into her mouth, strapped there.  She could not begin to budge it, try as she did.          A moan escaped her, followed by racking sobs.  Water dripped down her face, her body.  Soon, her mind played tricks on her.  She was hopelessly bound, beaten, shivering.  And yet she almost chuckled.  What did they expect of her?  These chains would hold a bull, they would tow a truck.  She was just a girl, just out of college.  And they used this to hold her.  It was mind numbing.  She was alone, so far from home, so completely and utterly held.  She waited, trembling from cold and fear as the water poured down. 

       Abigail had no sense of time, but sometime later, the water stopped.  She heard the creak of an opening door.  Mistress Shift had arrived.   She came in with two of her enforcers.  "Did you have a good night, my sweet?"  Abigail just looked at her, lids lowered.

       The Mistress smiled.  "Good, I see that you are not completely broken yet.  Girls, bring her to my playroom."  She whirled and left.

       She could not fight them, she could barely stand.  The black scarf girls had unlocked each chain; it took awhile, and used standard hand and ankle cuffs to bring her out of the dungeon.  The Mistress's "playroom" was a dungeon also, just one with lovely furnishings as well as ...implements.   

       Iza was there, curled in a ball in a very small, ornate cage.  Leather straps bound her arms behind her back, her elbows touching.  More straps kept her legs doubled up underneath her.  Her whole head was encased in a leather hood, with additional straps over her eyes and mouth.  Abigail only recognized her by her tattoo…

       Ariel was there.  She was tied to a whipping post, blindfolded, gagged with a red ball, buckled in.  Her back was crisscrossed with red welts.  Her arms were tight over her head.  Her toes barely touched the ground. 

       The Mistress was lounging on a couch, smiling still.  The guards brought Abigail to a waist high wooden bar and bent her over.   Her legs were pulled wide apart and new ankle cuffs, leather ones, held them there.  One of the girls buckled a black leather collar around her throat, and attached a leash which she fastened to a ring on the floor, holding Abby in this forward position.  Finally, they locked a chain to her handcuffs, a chain that ran to a pulley on the ceiling, and pulled her hands up behind her back, higher, higher, straining her shoulders.  Abigail groaned through gritted teeth.  "That will do." said Mistress Shift.  "Oh.  They've left your gag downstairs…that's alright, I have others." 

       A little strength was finally returning to the bound girl, Abigail jerked on her chained wrists.  "…don't………please …."

       The Mistress ignored her, and held a large soft rubber ball in front of her face. "No gag makes one completely silent, but this one's pretty good.  Open up."

       Abigail turned her head away, clamping her mouth shut with a murmured refusal.  The two guards were on her immediately.  They grabbed her head and one pinched her nose but Abby still struggled, breathing through clenched teeth.  One of them was about to hit her when Mistress Shift raised a hand. "Stop.  The dear girl doesn’t want to open her mouth for her Owner.  I will make her open her mouth the hard way this time…and rest assured, she will obey me in the future.  The girls released Abigail's head with a shove.  Mistress Shift opened a small chest.  There were electrical components in it.  She held up two alligator clamps, each attached to wires running to the box.  "Can you guess, Abigail dear, where I am going to put these?" 

       Abigail's breath quickened. "Please…..Mistress…..I will obey, I'll do …anything.  Just…please, don't…"

       "Too late for that dear."   She walked behind the bound girl.  "After this, I will fuck you up the ass with a ridiculously large strap-on.  But first, the mouth opener."  She attached the clamps to Abigail's vulva, one on each side.  That pain alone made the girl cry out.  She yanked against the restraints holding her.  "Oh for heaven's sake, girl, I haven't even turned it on yet."  Her guards stood by Abby's head, one held the rubber ball at the ready, the other a harness style panel gag to keep it in her mouth.

       Abigail looked at them, "You can gag me!  I'll obey!  I'll obey!  Please don't do this!"  Mistress Shift pushed the button.  The pain was unlike anything Abby had ever experienced.  Her body stiffened, her back arched.  It only lasted for an instant, her body shook.  She hung limply, panting.  Her body trembled in anticipation of the next shock.  Mistress Shift pressed the button.  Abigail screamed, and screamed, and screamed.  Her wide open mouth was an easy target for the guards.  The pain stopped and Abigail's body slumped again. She groaned as they buckled and secured the harness about her head, an under jaw strap held her mouth closed around the mouth filling ball.  She was well gagged.  Mistress Shift pushed the button.  Waves of pain shot through the helpless girl.  Her screams were but anguished humming.  Tears sprang to her tightly closed eyes.  Her still wet hair flew around her face as she thrashed about.  Her hands stiffened, claw-like and grasping.  Then it was over. 

       Mistress Shift slapped Abigail's ass.  "Next time I Tell you to open your mouth, then open your fucking mouth slut!"  She moved to where the bound girl could see her.  "And now, back to our regularly scheduled activities."  The two black scarf girls helped the Mistress undress.  Her body was perfect; she stood proud and unabashed.  One brought a large jewelry box to her and she drew forth her strap-on.  The dildo was a huge, studded, evil thing.  Abigail nearly fainted. The Mistress licked the inner part, the part for her own pleasure, and slid it up inside herself with a smile of ecstasy.  The guards buckled it about her waist.  She strode to Abby and yanked her head up by the hair.  "You see this?  I'm going to ream your ass with this, and your cunt, not necessarily in that order.  And do you want to know something else?  You're going to cum when I do Abigail.  I know you; I've known a hundred whores just like you.  This is what you've dreamed of…what you've wanted…your whole sad, pathetic life.  And I'm going to give you this gift, Abigail.  Remember that, remember when your body is betraying you, when you think that I am going to split you in two and you cum like the slut you are…in pain…in agony…..remember that it was I that gave this to you.  This gift of inevitable release." 

       Abigail's eyes were wide opened now as she stared, unblinking, into Mistress Shift's eyes.  She was breathing quickly, her nostrils flaring.  She tried to shake her head "no" but all she could do was make pitiful humming noises.  The Mistress gave her head a final shake and a shove. 

       Abigail's neck was leashed to the floor, her arms cruelly pulled up behind; her body bent over the rack, her legs splayed wide and cuffed….Mistress Shift moved behind her and spread her ass cheeks……

       "This is not what I wanted. This can't be what I wanted!" Abigail's mind screamed.  "Not this, not like this.  I want a kind Mistress...a loving Mistress…please, please, please……oh God…oh God! She's going to kill meeeeee!!!!"

       "Abby? Abby?!  Wake up silly."  Abigail's eyes flickered open.  "Did you fall asleep in the cage again?!"  Iza said with mock disapproval.  "Mistress Alt says you can come out now.  She sent me to fetch you."

       Abigail looked around, still fuzzy headed.  "Oh ya, I lost that dumb card game. Cage forfeit." She giggled.  "Wow, I had the weirdest dream.  We were taken by Mistress Alt's evil twin sister…"

       "Damn," replied Iza, "do we really want to meet her MORE evil twin sister?"  She laughed out loud.

        Abigail sighed contentedly, thinking of her cherished Mistress, her treasured sisters, her wonderful friends…."Only in dreams, Iza dear, only in dreams."  Then she looked pensive, "Well, maybe YOU want to meet her…" and then Abigail smiled.

The End