Love Bound (24 page)

Misty obeyed thinking it was the
perfect position for him to strip her panties off and take her from behind, but
he tossed her hair forward onto the carpet and she felt him quickly fasten a
snug band of smooth leather around her throat.

“Slaves are collared.” He said as he
fixed the leather tight but not too tight and she heard the click of it
closing.

A collar, I’m a collared slave now.
The revelation sent another thrill
through Misty and she wanted to reach up and touch the smooth leather, but alas
her hands were cuffed.

With her body now collared, cuffed,
and blindfolded, Marcel finally began to do what Misty had wanted him to do
since she first entered their apartment. He let his hands roam her body
touching her intimately almost everywhere. She wished now she was naked, but
she understood she would likely be bared soon. Marcel worked his way down her
bent over body moving her as he saw fit to gain access. He touched her face and
lips, licked behind her ears and at the nape of her neck, kneaded her breasts
through her bra, ran his hands up and down her black stockings, and finally he
pulled aside her panties to expose her pussy. He did touch her lips and just
flicked her clit once, but this was no where near what Misty wanted to feel.
She groaned when he abandoned her pussy to move upwards and touch her anus.
Misty hadn’t considered the possibility of anal sex, but this seemed to be a
clear signal Marcel wanted to explore her crinkled rear hole.

They had not discussed anal this
weekend and Misty wasn’t prepared. Thinking about it she felt she wanted to
give up her anal virginity, but she knew things had to be done to prepare her
rear passage for penetration.

“Do you want me there, Master?” Misty
simply had to ask Marcel his intentions.

There was no immediate answer, but she
felt him lift her head up by her hair. Before she could say anything he pinched
her nose with his fingers and she instinctively opened her mouth to breathe.
When she did, he forced something hard and round into it and then he tightly
buckled it behind her head.

“You have much to learn about talking,
slave, but this will help you understand.”

Misty was not familiar with a ball
gag, nor had they discussed him using one on her so her reaction was one of
angry frustration. Unable to speak articulately, she bleated an angry groan at
him and tried to get up. She quickly realized he was applying simple pressure
behind her shoulder blades to hold her in her head down and ass up position.

“I know you’re pissed,
Mon ami,
but
it’s best you learn to accept new things as soon as possible.”

What did he mean about new things? She
didn’t like the sound of it so she began to struggle squirming and trying to
roll free of him, but his grip seemed unbreakable.

“Don’t make me punish you, slave. You
won’t like it.” His voice had changed. Not his accent, but his tone became
demanding and harsh.

With her fear as motivation and using
all her strength, she made her best effort to roll free of him kicking up and
forward to break his grip. It worked and she was free for a few seconds as his
hands lost contact with her, but then she felt him grab her hair and jerk her
back toward him.

However it wasn’t the pulling of her
crimson locks which frightened Misty to her very core. At the same time the
hand she presumed was Marcel grabbed her hair; two other hands grabbed her
ankles and forced them together. She instantly felt some kind of cord binding
her ankles together and she tried to kick out of it, but her efforts were in
vain. As her ankles were bound tightly together the implications of three hands
being used struck Misty with full force. Marcel could not be holding her head
with one hand and her ankles with two others.
Someone else is here in the
apartment!

* * * *

After her ankles were bound, Misty
felt this stranger begin to touch her. He ran his rough hands up her stockings
to her panties. Quickly he got inside the thin material and touched her pussy,
sticking a finger inside her. How could Marcel allow this? How could he betray
her my allowing someone else to touch her and participate in what was supposed
to be an intimate game between them.

Misty expected the stranger to rip her
clothes off at any moment, but thankfully he did not, yet what he did do might
have been worse. Suddenly she heard the jingle of chains and soon he was
wrapping a harsh metal chain around her soft body. He started at her waist and
he winded the cutting chain up around her torso and her arms until he made the
last turn just over her breasts. The chain didn’t really restrict her more than
she already was, but it caused severe discomfort as it bit into her skin and
was a constant reminder of her captured situation.

Once he was done the stranger spoke.
“Calm yourself, slave, you can’t escape so it’s best to accept your fate
and things will go easier.” The voice was thick and harsh, but sounded local
from right here in Boston.

Accept my fate! No fucking way.
Misty squirmed and rolled as best she
could to fight her bindings, but all she heard was laughter. She persisted and
finally a hand grabbed her by the hair and slapped her face so hard it brought
tears to her eyes under her blindfold. She hoped it was the stranger who had
slapped her, but the voice which spoke to her harshly was her lover’s.

“Stop your foolish squirming, bitch,
or I’ll hang you from the wall by your tits to show you what happens when
slaves are bad. Do you know your nipples are quite stiff indicating your
arousal at being treated this way?” Marcel’s question struck Misty like another
slap.
How can that be so, I can’t like this, can I?
Misty felt Marcel
tug her bra under the chains just enough to expose her nipples and then he
licked them. It felt so good.

“Now let’s see if I’m as right about
you as I think I am.” With those words Marcel abandoned her nipples and slipped
his hand into her panties. Misty was stunned at the ease with which he pushed
three fingers into her vagina. She was sopping wet inside. As Marcel’s digits
pushed and probed her vaginal walls, Misty wanted to seem detached, but she
couldn’t stop a low moan from escaping her lips. It wasn’t supposed to feel
this good, so good she couldn’t control herself. Misty was just beginning to
understand how powerfully her body wanted submission and the feeling of
helplessness, but she was still trying to deny it.

Marcel on the other hand was trying to
make it undeniable so he went further and let his thumb make a sawing pass over
her clit while his fingers were buried deep in her sex. Once down over her
engorged sex bud and then an upstroke and Misty squealed through her gag as her
body spasmodically jerked with the pleasure she could not control.

“I have to admit, Stephan, you know
the types who make good slaves. This bitch can’t stop herself from coming for
us despite her fear.” It was the stranger speaking and Misty was ashamed by the
truth of his words, yet she was more stunned by his other revelation.

Stephan? What the fuck? Marcel’s name
is really Stephan? He lied to me about everything even his fucking name.
Misty was astonished to hear she did
not even know the true name of the alluring Frenchman who had loved her and
then betrayed her.

“The pickup is tomorrow so we have her
all night. I assume we’ll use the regular procedure to open her. Shall I get
started, Stephan?” Now the stranger’s words didn’t make sense to Misty.
What
does he mean to open me?

“You brought the equipment I presume.”
Stephan asked.

“Of course,” came the response.

“She’s a virgin there, so I’ll go first
to open her so it will be less traumatic for her when you take her. Let’s clean
her and plug her and we’ll open her later after supper.”

Misty’s eyes burned with tears under
her blindfold as it was now quite clear they were discussing the opening of her
anal passage. Less than a half hour ago when this was still an intimate game
between her and her lover, she would have given Marcel her ass if he’d asked
her to, but now it was no game and her lover Marcel was someone else entirely.
Stephan and the stranger would take her anal virginity whether she liked it or
not.

She felt them grab her up and carry a
short way before she felt the cool porcelain of her tub. So many nights she’s
spent bathing and soaking in the sanctuary of her tub, but she wondered were those
days gone forever?

The position they placed her in was
harshly uncomfortable with her face and breasts squashed against the tub’s
bottom while her ass was up in the air. Misty thought she understood what they
were going to do and her suspicions were confirmed when a tube penetrated her
anus and began filling her with warm water. They were going to clean out her
rear passage with an enema so they could fuck her. Soon she felt her abdomen
begin to distend painfully and she tried to cry out, to beg them to stop, but
the gag made her pleading unintelligible. When she felt she would burst the
tube was quickly removed and a plug was pushed into her tight anal ring making
it impossible for her to expel the water.

“There, we’ll let the bitch’s bowels
soak while we eat. Does pizza sound good, Stephan?” It was the stranger’s voice
and Misty hoped Stephan still had some concern for her.
He won’t simply walk
away and leave me to suffer like this, will he?

“I want pepperoni.”

Misty burned with anger as she
listened to their footsteps as they left her helpless and suffering in the tub
while they went to eat pizza. I was the final blow to Misty’s image of her
former lover. To her Marcel was now dead and the man with the French accent was
a stranger named Stephan.

Misty had no idea how long she
suffered with the abdomen distended, but she could hear them, probably sitting
at her kitchen table laughing and talking as they ate. Finally the plug was
popped out of Misty’s anal ring and the filthy water gushed forth from her bowels.
Misty understood there was a lesson to be learned from this experience; her new
Masters would let her suffer for long periods as time and her suffering were of
no matter to them.

Misty relief was palpable, but
short-lived as within moments she felt someone’s fingers lubing her anus. As
soon as they had her lubed, they forced a much large butt plug inside her which
felt huge to her as it stretched her anal passage. Her wet panties were pulled
up over the plug and Misty was again lifted and carried. Finally she was tossed
onto a soft surface which she immediately recognized as her bed.

Despite being hungry and thirsty,
Misty would have been content to lie there on her bed hoping they would leave
her alone for a while, but suddenly her blindfold was removed. After a few
moments to allow her eyes to accept the light, she looked up and saw the face
of her former lover who spoke to her. “I’m sorry this has to come as such a
shock to you,
Mon ami
. If I could have softened it I would have, but you
will be a perfect Black Rose. You are meant to be a slave. You don’t know it
yet and you will fight not to accept it, but eventually you will accept your
destiny.”

She would have screamed at him had she
not been gagged, but all she could do was flash her angry hazel eyes at him as
she shook her head to deny what he told her.
No, no way, I’ll never accept
this.

“Don’t try to deny your whorish
nature, it’s perfect for a Black Rose.” Stephan turned off the bedroom lights
and closed the door leaving Misty alone. She briefly wondered what a Black Rose
was, but soon all her wild fears about what lay ahead overwhelmed her along
with her recriminations about how she had trusted him so. She began to softly
sob and eventually fell asleep wondering if he was right about her.

* * * *

Misty did not know it when she met the
irresistibly cute Marcel, now known as Stephan, but he was a procurer for the
Black Rose slaver organization. His job was to seem delicious and sublimely
trustworthy to submissive young women to lure them into a capture scenario like
Misty was experiencing. However his looks and trustworthy demeanor were not the
true skills of Black Rose procurers as the organization had realized long ago
it wished to target beautiful young women who already possessed strong submissive
tendencies. This made training them into perfect sex slaves much easier and
increased the odds each Black Rose would learn to love and accept her life of
servitude.

Misty was awoken sometime in the
middle of the night when someone entered her room, but it the pitch black so
she had no idea who it was.
Is it Stephan? Has he had a change of heart?
Will he save me from these people?

In the darkness the figure lay down on
the bed behind her and she felt him pull her panties down. Then he gently eased
the anal plug out and then Misty understood what he was here for. The time had
come for cock to invade her tight rear passage and as he pulled her body up so
she was in the accommodating ass up face down position she thought about
struggling but dismissed it. Next she felt his cock head press against her anal
opening and she remembered their conversation.
Stephan said he would open me
first.
She took a deep cleansing breath to ready herself for the pain of
penetration and she caught the scent of Stephan’s cologne.