mirror.' The chained hands offered the filled glass, the lovely eyes smiled in an invitation to trust. 'I was actually shocked to discover I looked the same as I always had. If I smiled I was right back at square one. Sure, I?d got whip marks, but they wouldn?t be permanent.' Audrey giggled. 'I remember doing a lot of pulling and twisting to get a good look at my vulva. The damn thing looked quite pleased with itself. I felt a fool.'
'O.K. So I get raped and whipped! What else?'
Audrey shrugged. 'What?s it matter! You?ll be a man?s property. He?ll use you as he wishes. Look at me! I?m used all the time, and I still get whipped when I throw a tantrum.'
Corey Gibson took a stiff pull at her glass. 'You?re having me on. Dammit. Audrey, you?re happy! You?re loving this!'
'Sort of. I?m loving you too. D?you like girls, Miss Gibson?'
'Not at this moment. Audrey, please! Let me out of here. I?ll make you rich.'
'You can?t, remember? Daddy?s broke. And anyway, I?m a faithful slave who doesn?t want to collect any more whip marks than she has to.'
'You can?t tell me you couldn?t walk out into the street.'
'I can do that alright. But I don?t want the consequences. And please don?t ask me about those consequences. You?ll pick?em up as you go along. One more drink?'
'You mean I?ll be more amenable when drunk?'
'Of course.'
Corey took the refill and looked the naked English girl straight in the eye as she drank it. Defiantly, she avowed: 'That won?t take me over the brink, and it?s the last.'
Audrey Cotswold nodded brightly and took the empty glass. 'I put something in that one.'
'To knock me out?'
'Heavens no! That would spoil things.' The naked girl giggled. 'I?ve never tried the stuff. If it does half of what it?s supposed to you?ll be a happy girl – and lucky!'
Corey Gibson found herself laughing at the absurdity of things. This girl was nice, she would make love adorable.
'You?ve got the loveliest breasts, Audrey.' She said warmly. 'And the bushiest bush…'
'They are nice, aren?t they! I like them too.' Audrey Cotswold glowed with pride. 'But I bet yours… Mmmmmm!'
It was remarkable how a handcuffed girl could be so deft. Corey looked down interestedly at the bright metal and the hands it joined. She had supposed that once someone was handcuffed that was the end for them. But Audrey?s fingers were free in feminine wisdom about zippers and clips and where to look…! It was amusing how the expensive creations fell in small cascades to the floor at her feet. It was not until linked hands touched and caressed her breasts that Corey Gibson realized the clothes were her own, and that she was naked.
'Now there?s two of us.' Corey refused to giggle or be coy. To remove her hands from the temptation to cover something she put them behind her back. 'Am I a nice nude?' She enquired hopefully.
'You?re as close to perfection as us girls come.' Audrey stood back, making a sober and honest evaluation of something lovely. 'I don?t know what Aslam?s done to deserve us both. You are just slightly breathtaking, Miss Corey Gibson.
Corey glowed. It was strange to be naked in a business office and not feel naked at all. She was exploring Audrey Cotswold?s left nipple when something was pressed into her hand. Her exclamation was one of pleased surprise. 'Audrey, it?s a key, a tiny little key.'
'I can do it myself.' Miss Cotswold admitted. 'But it?s so much easier if you do it.'
It was fun. Two naked girls sharing chuckles as an erratic key sought an equally erratic keyhole. 'Seems like you turn it the wrong way, dear, not too hard.' The English girl turned her locked wrists to Miss Corey Gibson?s best advantage.
Miss Corey Gibson herself was utterly absorbed. She was imbued with an exiting sense of kinship with this nude beauty whose handcuffs she was fumblingly striving to unlock. The task was no more remarkable than helping with tight gloves or a recalcitrant bra. Corey felt real pride as the first cuff opened and fell away from the slender wrist it had snugly held.
'There! Aren?t I clever -!'
Before the daughter of the Planet Corporation could say or do more, she was enveloped by two bare fervid arms. The loose cuff dangled at her back and beat a small rhythm on her skin as she was hugged and hugged again.
'I?ve wanted to do that since I first saw you.' Audrey sighed. 'Let?s rub breasts and nipples.'
When the frictioning of vibrant flesh began to take Miss Corey Gibson into a roseate world of heavy perfumed breathing she was thrust gently from the communion of four hard scarlet buds. This time the handcuffs were pendent from a single wrist.
'One more, Corey…'
In shared delight the two naked girls watched the probing key and the slowly opened cuff. 'They aren?t ugly at all, Audrey. I can see that now. They looked expensively right on you.' In a pleasant glow, Corey looked down to watch her companion catch the freed chrome and playfully clasp it once again upon a feminine wrist. That the wrist felt like her own was a matter for hilarity. Laughingly, she informed: 'I think that?s me you?ve locked it on.'
'You?' Audrey Cotswold cocked a surprised eye. 'Surely I…? Just turn a minute, dear, and we?ll see…'
It was absurd. It was sweet. It was fun. Corey felt she was one up. To prove it she turned.
'Golly, Miss Gibson, I think you?re right. Just hold still.'
Please call me Corey. I don?t want to be a Miss Gibson to you.'
'You?re so sweet.' A series of clicks made a metallic punctuation. 'There! All fixed. You can turn back…'
'Are you sure, Audrey?' Corey turned slowly to face her smiling mentor, her arms busily exploring something odd behind her back, her features puzzled. 'I think you?ve done it wrong again.'
'No. Love, just as it should be.'
Corey wished she could stop giggling. 'It?s not, y?know. Now you?ve got both my wrists…?'
'That?s right, dear. You were so terribly slow.'
Miss Corey Gibson was hazily aware of something out of focus, something not as it should be. She worked her newly imprisoned hands against the metal circlets snugly round her wrists. In sudden relief, she exclaimed: 'I know what?s wrong. You?ve handcuffed me behind my back. Girls wear handcuffs in front, just as you did.'
Audrey kissed a rampant nipple. 'There?s no law about it, dear. I prefer you like you are. You look entrancingly innocent… and you can?t stop me doing this.' Wicked fingers rose to vulnerable breasts.
'I don?t want to stop you.'
'And I can do what I like with this little treasure down here.' Audrey?s hand found the warm moist slit between the heated thighs.
'That?s nice. Don?t keep stopping…'
'See What I mean about handcuffs?'
'I do now. They?re absolutely… Mmmmmmmm!'
'You?re quite helpless, y?know.'
'Yes.' Captive hands tugged and squirmed to make sure.
'Isn?t it fun?'
'I expect it?s time to go.'
'Oh yes…' Corey tried hard to remember. 'There was some sort of hurry about me going somewhere.' She looked down admiringly at her own nudity.
'Seems like I?m all ready.'
It was all erotically exciting. Corey realized the drinks had produced exactly the right degree of euphoria, and it seemed only proper to share Audrey?s nakedness. For some strange reason it was equally in keeping to lose her hands. It was thrilling to tug at the metal bands from which there was no escape. They made her seem so much a part of this English girl and do what Audrey said. There was a lingering memory about becoming a slave…
The idea was hilarious. When Audrey?s lips found her?s and lingered long, and then upon the softness of her eyes… It was all pure bliss. It took Corey a deliciously sleepy minute to realize she was alone.
'You are more beautiful than I hoped.' Said Assef Aslam.
It took Miss Corey Gibson several moments to adjust. She felt a need to clutch at bits of herself which
