slavegirl. Your body already responds like one and it is only a matter of time until your mind surrenders to the inevitable."
The three trainers nodded as one, their faces serious as Gemma's fate was outlined to her, then they turned and the heavy iron door closed firmly behind them.
Alone and securely tethered, Gemma's brain raced as she reviewed the unwelcome news given to her. She now belonged, if that was the right word, to a group of people known as The Consortium. a group of people she didn't even know! People who, impossible though it seemed, intended to keep her as their slavegirl and treat her as the helpless subject of their sexual fantasies and erotic desires!
An icy lump of sheer stark terror rose in Gemma's throat and she tugged and heaved at her leather clamped arms, desperate to escape the awful prospect of becoming the plaything of an unknown number of bondage enthusiasts, all intent on her submission!
Iron and leather mocked her frantic exertions and Gemma wept big hot tears as she was forced to accept that she could not escape and would simply have to wait to see what her new owners, The Consortium, intended to do with her.
Bolts rattled back at the door to her cell and as it swung open, Gemma, already knowing that she was doomed to failure, threw all of her small strength into one final battle against her bonds. To no avail and she shrank back against the brick wall as a tall figure strode into the room.
Roxwell, his eyes glittering feverishly and his thin lips curled in a predatory leer!
"So, my dear Gemma," he hissed, "We meet again, as I promised," and his shoulders shook with silent laughter as his eyes devoured the taut thrusts of her naked breasts and the sweet curves of her belly and hips.
"I have been looking forward to this," he went on, "And now that you have been purchased by The Consortium, I intend to see much more of you, my dear. You see, I am a member of the group and my friends and I can hardly wait to..ah..initiate you into your new duties. As a full bondage slave, dedicated to serving your Masters and Mistresses in any way we choose."
Gemma's wide eyes and trembling body made his cruel grin grow broader and he nodded gleefully as she realised the full extent of her hopeless predicament.
"Mm, not only have I made a very healthy profit from your sale, my dear, but I shall still have the pleasure of seeing you kneel in humble submission before me and beg to be taken by your Master. Oh yes, I shall enjoy using your body, slavegirl and I shall enjoy seeing you serving my friends. A definite case of eating one's cake and having it, too, wouldn't you say?" and his evil chuckle sent a cold shiver through the helpless brunette.
As if on cue, feet clattered down the corridor and Gemma squealed in shock and fear as a number of men and women walked into her cell, their hard smiles and coldly gleaming eyes drinking in her anguished horror and shamefully vulnerable nudity as they inspected their latest, and very expensive acquisition.
The Consortium!
Indifferent to Gemma's screams and moans, two men seized her legs and held her as a woman crouched down, took two shining steel rings from a small case, hinged them open and then closed them around Gemma's slim ankles, a sharp double click confirming that internal locking devices had functioned correctly.
Staring down in numbed fascination past the heads of the two men holding her legs, Gemma gaped at the gleaming metal locked around her ankles, each seamless band with two smaller rings dangling from opposite sides. It took no great mental powers on Gemma's part to guess what these were for, but the stunning reality was made brutally clear as a second woman came forward with a long steel bar in her hands and the men exerted their superior strength to spread Gemma's legs wide, against every furious resistance the horrified brunette could put up.
Clips at the ends of the bar snapped
The three trainers nodded as one, their faces serious as Gemma's fate was outlined to her, then they turned and the heavy iron door closed firmly behind them.
Alone and securely tethered, Gemma's brain raced as she reviewed the unwelcome news given to her. She now belonged, if that was the right word, to a group of people known as The Consortium. a group of people she didn't even know! People who, impossible though it seemed, intended to keep her as their slavegirl and treat her as the helpless subject of their sexual fantasies and erotic desires!
An icy lump of sheer stark terror rose in Gemma's throat and she tugged and heaved at her leather clamped arms, desperate to escape the awful prospect of becoming the plaything of an unknown number of bondage enthusiasts, all intent on her submission!
Iron and leather mocked her frantic exertions and Gemma wept big hot tears as she was forced to accept that she could not escape and would simply have to wait to see what her new owners, The Consortium, intended to do with her.
Bolts rattled back at the door to her cell and as it swung open, Gemma, already knowing that she was doomed to failure, threw all of her small strength into one final battle against her bonds. To no avail and she shrank back against the brick wall as a tall figure strode into the room.
Roxwell, his eyes glittering feverishly and his thin lips curled in a predatory leer!
"So, my dear Gemma," he hissed, "We meet again, as I promised," and his shoulders shook with silent laughter as his eyes devoured the taut thrusts of her naked breasts and the sweet curves of her belly and hips.
"I have been looking forward to this," he went on, "And now that you have been purchased by The Consortium, I intend to see much more of you, my dear. You see, I am a member of the group and my friends and I can hardly wait to..ah..initiate you into your new duties. As a full bondage slave, dedicated to serving your Masters and Mistresses in any way we choose."
Gemma's wide eyes and trembling body made his cruel grin grow broader and he nodded gleefully as she realised the full extent of her hopeless predicament.
"Mm, not only have I made a very healthy profit from your sale, my dear, but I shall still have the pleasure of seeing you kneel in humble submission before me and beg to be taken by your Master. Oh yes, I shall enjoy using your body, slavegirl and I shall enjoy seeing you serving my friends. A definite case of eating one's cake and having it, too, wouldn't you say?" and his evil chuckle sent a cold shiver through the helpless brunette.
As if on cue, feet clattered down the corridor and Gemma squealed in shock and fear as a number of men and women walked into her cell, their hard smiles and coldly gleaming eyes drinking in her anguished horror and shamefully vulnerable nudity as they inspected their latest, and very expensive acquisition.
The Consortium!
Indifferent to Gemma's screams and moans, two men seized her legs and held her as a woman crouched down, took two shining steel rings from a small case, hinged them open and then closed them around Gemma's slim ankles, a sharp double click confirming that internal locking devices had functioned correctly.
Staring down in numbed fascination past the heads of the two men holding her legs, Gemma gaped at the gleaming metal locked around her ankles, each seamless band with two smaller rings dangling from opposite sides. It took no great mental powers on Gemma's part to guess what these were for, but the stunning reality was made brutally clear as a second woman came forward with a long steel bar in her hands and the men exerted their superior strength to spread Gemma's legs wide, against every furious resistance the horrified brunette could put up.
Clips at the ends of the bar snapped
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