Owned And Owner (26 page)

And his
Jeedy
?
Arleben
had wiped down the slave’s thighs, but Garid could already see the juices starting to seep out around the crotch band. He thought of the dildos hidden in her flesh. Her face and body like an open book, he could sense her extreme humiliation and excitement at her exposure in a crowd of this size.

I came third out of three in the last race. I put everything I had into it, but not enough, obviously. When my master got out of his seat and came round to me, I lowered my eyes and wept, I was so ashamed of failing him. Of course, the tears might have had something to do with the whip marks engraved in my flesh, and the utter humiliation of being raced in public like this. He stroked me soothingly, and by the time they had me unhitched and wiped down I was calmer. I hadn’t been able to see his expression through my tears and the blinders. I would just have to wait for my punishment; I supposed he wouldn’t punish me in front of this crowd.

He didn’t, but the stall with the door closed top and bottom was available to punish me in. Whenever I had lost a practice race recently he used a static electricity wand on me, running it along my welts, buzzing my nipple and labia rings with it, and worst of all, the ring in my nose. He had to hold me down because I jerked all over the place when he did so. This time he strapped a bar between my ankles and held me back by the hair while he used the wand on me. I cried around my gag as my nose ring zapped and buzzed. My nipples tingled and stung and hurt as he turned up the charge. Then he turned me around, tucked my head firmly under his arm, and began on the welts on my ass and thighs, while I struggled and squealed. He finished with a few good shocks to my labia rings where they were fixed in my belt. Then, businesslike, he returned me to
Arleben
to be packed up in my crate.

A Bunch of Grapes

Therin, full of mysteries and looking pleased with himself, asked Garid to come and visit him at home. Garid hadn’t been to his friend’s house more than a couple of times before, felt in fact far more familiar with it by
vidcam
than in real life. The house had a brighter air than he remembered, as if there was more light than usual. His friend was no longer a solitary man. Therin met him at the door, and ushered him through and out the back.

The courtyard they entered was shaded, the light greenish air dappled and rustling. There were a number of
crossbeams
overhead, covered with grapevines and green leaves. Fruit hung down in bunches, scenting the air with a sweet tang. One bunch hung near the head of
Vizay
, who hung a little above eye level, her back parallel to the beams above their heads. Her waist, chest, and hips were circled and crossed with straps, and several chains attached the straps to one central ring. This was suspended from a single pulley fixed in a broad beam overhead.
Garid’s
eyes followed the rope over the pulley to a ring in the wall near the door,
then
turned back to the form above his head. As he watched, a breeze pushed through the vines, making the grapes sway slightly. There was a tiny tinkling noise somewhere.

Vizay’s
big eyes looked at him over her gag. The gag itself helped support her head; Garid could see the chain pulling it up from the back. Her arms were raised behind her, and their joined wrists had their own chain up to the ring. Her legs, well spread, were bent at the knees, and each ankle was suspended from a separate chain. Most of her weight was on broad straps under her hips and chest.

Garid circled round to take in the full effect of this arrangement. He had often suspended his own
Jeedy
, but that was by the wrists or ankles, or both. He relished the way
Vizay’s
flesh pressed itself around the straps that took most of her weight, and how the weight of her head drove the thick gag deep into her mouth. Her breasts hung sweetly, round, flecked with shifting green shadows.

A stronger breeze gusted through the courtyard, and the leaves rustled. The strapped body swayed along with the grapes, and Garid, puzzled, heard the tinkling noise again.
Vizay
, who had been hanging very still, now shifted and pulled her arms in a little, and as a result rocked back and forth above their heads. Garid tracked the resulting tinkling to little bells suspended on fine, almost invisible silky threads. Focused on the suspended female flesh, he had missed the slim cords and tiny bells in the shifting patches of shade and sunlight beneath the vines. One cord fell from each nipple ring.
Several more from her crotch.
Fascinated, he moved round and examined that area more closely. Two gossamer threads fell from her outer labia. Each branched into three near the top, and each branch was tied to a ring. He couldn’t quite see where the others came from, so he reached up and gently parted her cunt. One hung from the ring that pierced her clit hood. Two more were fastened to the rings in her inner labia. The soft flesh was swollen and glistening.

He looked over at Therin, who had been standing quietly, letting him take it in. Now the man laughed.
‘Not bad, eh?’

Garid let out a breath. ‘That’s very nice,’ he said quietly.

‘Would you like a drink?’

‘Out here? Sure.’

Therin went inside, and Garid arranged a chair next to one already set up at the far wall, where it would be easy to observe the lovely thing hanging there. Obviously Therin had already been doing so. They sat back and enjoyed the scenery, and the anticipation.

‘How long has she been up there?’

‘Thirty minutes or so.
She can last for hours, though.’

‘You have to be careful with the weight distribution, or you’ll cut off circulation.’

‘I know. It’s very scientifically done, I promise. Check the temperature of her hands and feet if you’re worried.’

The doorbell rang, and he went in. Garid contemplated the little figure for a moment, and then did check her hands and feet. They were warm. Therin came out again.
‘Wood delivery.
I’m still carving.’ They sat back and watched the bound woman sway in the rustling greenish light. Therin told Garid about
Vizay’s
growing status as village pet. She watched them out of the corner of her eye, and from time to time wriggled a little and flexed, always returning to the position dictated by bondage and gravity. Garid felt almost hypnotized by the swaying and tiny tinkling of the cords, just audible over the whisper of the leaves. Her breasts, helplessly inviting, shifted softly between the heavy crossed straps. Her hips pushed against the bands that held them, each diagonal strap going under her hipbone from the side of her waist down between her legs, her center of gravity suspended. The two men fell silent, unable to make any more conversation, unable to take their eyes off her. At last Therin got up.

‘Watch this.’ He stroked the back of his hand across all the cords. The little bells lifted and fell and swung, and
Vizay
moaned. Therin took the nipple filaments, one in each hand, and tugged them gently toward him. The woman swung a little forward and then back, forward and back, as he pulled and slackened the cords. The brown nipples visibly stretched and thickened.

‘Look at this now.’ He took hold of the labia cords and walked in a wide circle, setting the bound body circling also. He tugged hard enough to make
Vizay
yelp; the outer labia were tougher. He stopped next to Garid and let go, and the two men stood and watched the woman rotate in slowing circles above them. ‘You have to be very careful, of course. The clit hood and inner labia are easy to tear.’ He grinned. ‘You should have seen her face when she realized I was tying strings to them.’

‘May I?’ Garid gestured toward the silky threads that caught the light like spiders webs.

‘Be my guest.’

Garid ran his finger up and down one string, his expression thoughtful. Then he plucked the strings one by one as if trying a harp. He tried this with the ends hanging free, and then he tried it holding the ends to give a little tension. All the time he watched
Vizay’s
expression. Plucking the clit hood string got the most reaction, naturally. He tried raising the bells to different heights and dropping them. The tiny weights of the bells were just enough to make her catch her breath a little when they dropped.

The two men each took one side of her labia, inner and outer, two threads each, and stepped back from each other, pulling gently but steadily.
Vizay’s
labia were spread wide, revealing the dusky wet membranes beneath. She moaned. Therin put the two strings in one hand, and reached for the clit hood ring. He flicked it toward Garid, who caught it and swung it in a wide circle back to Therin. Both of them kept up the pressure on the labia rings as they sent the cord back and forth, tugging, dropping, now fast,
now
slow.
Vizay
was whimpering and giving whispering sighs, and her limbs quivered in their fastenings.

‘Stop for a little,’ said Garid. ‘Make her wait.’

‘I can keep her hanging,’ Therin said, and they both laughed at the bad joke, releasing some of the gathering tension. Then Therin took a deep breath, and took charge of all five of the cords depending from the woman’s crotch. Garid, sober again, took the nipple cords, and they swung her back and forth between them, Therin doing subtle things to the different cords, Garid pulling harder now. Both of them had rock-hard cocks straining upward toward her.
Vizay’s
eyes were closed, and she was moaning and trembling. The men were mainly pulling her back now from the little arcs she created as her movements made her sway and turn. Garid noted that Therin kept the clit hood cord slack mostly, flicking it only at irregular intervals.
Vizay
left off her low moaning; she was whimpering loudly now, thrashing around in an attenuated way, her body tight as a bowstring. Garid had the impression she was close to coming but unable quite to achieve it. He looked at
Therin’s
intent face. The man looked as if he was playing an instrument and was coming up to the grand finale.

At last Therin said, ‘Now, girl,’ and tugged the strings one last time. The clit hood string was taut in one hand and he pulled it at a new angle, to himself rather than down, and then from side to side. Garid flicked the nipple strings painfully.
Vizay
cried out and convulsed. They kept the strings steady against the writhing of her body, and listened to her shriek and sob and moan, and then voicelessly sigh. Therin released the threads and let them swing. The woman hung limp, her breath coming hard.

Therin reached up and plucked several large grapes from a bunch over his head. His friend watched, mesmerized, as they were thrust one by one into the woman’s dripping cunt.
Vizay’s
limp limbs shuddered, and her head came up. Garid moved around to watch as Therin gently sucked one grape after another from the juicy orifice. He broke them in his teeth, nipping and savoring her flesh as he did so, and let the juices mix before he mopped them up with lavish strokes of his tongue. He had to hold hard to her thighs as she squirmed. He took care to flick all the rings back and forth, and tug on them lightly with his teeth. His hands pulled on the strings on the outer labia, while he sucked her inner flesh, rings and all, into his mouth, and
Vizay
screamed herself into another gigantic orgasm, shuddering so strenuously the beams shook.

Therin, breathing hard, flashed a pained grin at Garid. ‘Got to get into her quick, or I’m going to come where I stand,’ he said, and released the rope from the ring on the wall. Garid was afraid he was going to release her, but she was only lowered to crotch level.
Therin’s
hand stroked the curve of the beautiful ass by his side. ‘What’s your pleasure?’ he asked Garid.

‘Have you got a ring gag?’

Therin was in and out of the house in a flash, and held
Vizay’s
head up by the hair while Garid replaced the bit in her mouth with a ring gag. The woman whimpered in protest and before the gag went in, seemed to be reaching for his crotch with her mouth.

‘I only use it for punishment normally,’ said Therin. ‘She wants to take care of you without it. Your choice, though.’

‘Oh, if she wants to do things her way, she’s wearing it for sure.’
Garid’s
eyes glinted at his friend as he fixed the gag firmly behind her teeth. Therin, having taken care of his obligations as a host, had no more thought for the other end of the body in front of him. He took out his straining
cock,
carefully pulled aside the cords tied to his woman’s crotch, opened her wide, and plunged in.

Garid watched for a moment,
then
looked at
Vizay’s
face. The ring stretched her lips wide, and straps pulled the corners of her mouth back. Her head came up with some effort to look at him with eyes that were glazed over and half closed,
then
sank back down. He brought out his rigid cock and wiped the pre-come onto her face. Then he grabbed her by both ears and slid himself through the ring and down her throat. She controlled her gag reflex by long practice, and Garid could feel her trying her best to please him with her tongue and the muscles of her throat. But she was mere receptacle in this game. He and Therin got into a rhythm, pulling her back and forth, a swaying pendulum with an orifice at either end. They kept this up, even moved back slightly so she would have further to travel, back and forth the full length of their cocks, impaled at both ends like a piece of meat on a skewer.