Thread: Between: A slave's life (Angel X QB)

Why don't you come to the city sometime, brother? Barnum and Bailey's circus is coming to the city next week an- Nathaniel, I don't have time to be distracted. I have to practice the concerto for my upcoming performance on the 16th. Ah, I know. But you really should take a break too, brother. It's not good wasting away at the estate... Wasting away? Hah. Dedication gets you the nominations. Not watching some carnie juggle bowling pins or swallowing swords. Ah- I...I know. But you really should come down here once in awhile...for old times sake, you know? Why would I go down there when I could be practicing t- Wait a moment. Fuuuugghh...Ooughh... B-brother? Who is- Do you hear that, Slut? That's my brother speaking. Your other master. Apologize to him for interrupting, okay? Or maybe I'll lock you up tonight. There's going to be some freezing rain falling soon. H-Huh?! Ahhuuu...Aaeeii...sohh...soohyyyy...Good girl. See? She's pretty obedient and all. I swear you are going to have fun with this girl tonight. E-eh...a-alright...B-but anyways, all me if you want to take me up on that. With that, Steven put down the phone. Turning towards his slaves, he relaxed to be within a paradise of writhing and aroused girlflesh. To hear them moan in frustration, unable to come to their own climaxes...nothing better! And though Heather's moans still denoted a sense of dignity, like an ill-tuned instrument it wouldn't take long until he would fix that attitude. That girl, still thinking she had 'rights' and the sort. If only she could take an example from Slut, perhaps everything would be better for her! Slut hung at the center of the room, affixed to a hogtie from a suspension hook near the low-rafters. Ropes embracing her curvaceous form, short black hair glimmered under the light. When she was still new she called herself 'Mallory Edgeworth' but that name was all but forgotten. The red ball was garish between her fair lips, drool softly dripping from the corner as the ropes pressed and held her tight. When will she learn that struggling won't make her position any easier? Learned your lesson yet, Slut? he asked, 'Don't ever interrupt master with your moaning when he's on the phone, alright? It had only been a few weeks and she has shown quite some progress. He laughed, no matter what her response was. Hah. Cute. he whispered, softly turning her away to revolve in her hogtie, leaving her there suspended at the middle of the room. With the crotchrope rubbing at her pussy lips, no doubt she would be wet, especially since a good fingering awhile ago did bring her quite close had it not been for that delicious denial! He walked close to his Piano where, on a few gym mats, was the girl named Heather. Good girl... he said, softly stroking her drool-soaked chin. She was tied knees to the mat in a semi-hanging strappado, ankles bound to her thighs in the cruel position. Her arms were bound together at elbows and wrists, with the wrist rope connected to a large hook screwed into the central ceiling beam above her wearing a wide black collar which tightly circled her neck. Heather's shoulders were pulled harshly back and the angle she was forced to maintain by the rest of her bondage was putting increased stress on her knees. Even though there were padding under her knees, the duress was sure to be strong. It all looked very painful, but there was more. Any movement caused added stress for Heather, but she was finding it very hard to keep still. Complimenting her was a ball gag and a blindfold, naked save her black thigh highs drenched slightly with her wetness. Sweat pooled on her lower back and drool dripped down her chin, a spider's web of saliva linking the ball gag to the ground. Looking good there he whispered, softly pressing onto her bound arms until he heard a squeal, then chuckling as he returned to the piano bench...