Free Gemma by Charles Graham Page A

into the rings on Gema's ankle cuffs and the men released their grip and stood back as she fought madly to close her gaping thighs.
     
    Beads of sweat sprang out on her struggling body, but the fight was hopeless and at last, Gemma grew still, her brain reeling as eyes bulging in the knowledge that she was no match for her bonds or for the Masters and Mistresses who had bound her so thoroughly and in such a defenceless posture.
     
    She dared not raise her eyes, for she knew how utterly helpless she was and that every part of her body lay open and available to her watchers and feared that any movement might trigger the devastating assault she knew must come.
     
    "The Consortium will now take possession of its slave," the voice was calm, deep and unknown to Gemma and it sent a thrill of delicious fear and instant arousal racing through her. She was bound inescapably, incapable of any form of resistance and at the mercy of a large group of dominant men and women! There was absolutely nothing she could do to prevent or even delay the torment they meant to inflict upon her. She was the slave and they her Masters. She must, would be forced, to endure whatever they chose to do and she gasped into her gag as her breasts quivered and her groin moistened with anticipation.
     
    She threw her head back in delirious impotence as fingers captured her nipples, roamed over her belly and ribs, explored between her gaping thighs and delved into the crack between her buttocks, rolling, squeezing, caressing her twitching flesh, penetrating the recesses of her heated sex and bringing a shocked gasp from her nostrils as even the tight ring of her anal passage was breached by an inquisitive finger, until her whole body melted into a roaring sea of flame and lust and overwhelming arousal and she screamed in whimpered and pleaded to be allowed to climax.
     
    With her eyes screwed tightly shut and her slight frame juddering frenziedly to the shattering torment Gemma was not permitted even the briefest moment of rest and spiralled higher and higher into one pulverising climax after another, her body running with sweat and her sex and belly and thighs spattered with the shiny silver droplets of her submissions as she was forced to respond again and again to the merciless demands of her owners and Masters.
     
    Squealing for a mercy she was not shown, Gemma hurtled headlong into yet another orgasm as stinging hands cracked across her gyrating buttocks, adding searing heat to the unbearable stimulation of every pleasure centre of her writhing body and wringing further spasms from her as she surrendered fully to the needs forced upon her.
     
    Exhausted and devastated, utterly subjugated by her Masters, Gemma fell to her knees, her arms angled high behind her and her forehead resting on the floor, her belly still pulsing explosively, as she was finally allowed to rest. All around her voices, some excited, some amused and some calm and dispassionate, discussed her performance and submissions and the shuddering brunette wept and sobbed into her gag as she heard Roxwell explain to other members of The Consortium, details of the business deal which had delivered her into their power. Cruel laughter greeted his explanation and Gemma moaned in black despair, knowing that none of his listeners felt even a twinge of pity for her terrible situation and that any hopes she might have had for mercy would not be realised.
     
    The Consortium held her in its iron grip and Gemma was coldly certain that its members would be satisfied with nothing less than her absolute obedience and submission to their will.
     
    The orgasms forced upon her and which still burned brightly in her belly were only a foretaste of what was to come and as Gemma faced her uncertain future of strict bondage and ruthlessly enforced sexual servitude, she could not deny the flaring heat of arousal which rippled through her body as she visualised the many ways in which she, as a helpless