That split link. . jeepers!'
'I never got the rights of that.' Ilona admitted. 'And I don't think you should call me Mistress any more, Mistresses don't wear collars, not iron one's.'
'Well, never mind.' Susan used a free hand to caress the two nipples pointing up at her from the bed. 'I think you're gorgeous, and the split link is a dohickey you screw up or down so you can splice a chain or take it apart. They're supposed to be tight but this one wasn't, I could screw it with my fingers. I discovered it the second day, but I was really naughty. I didn't let on. I kept it for emergencies. I have to be punished, of course.'
'Damn the punishment, you saved our lives.'
'It was awful, wondering what was wrong and what I ought to do. I felt so guilty setting myself free. Cicely's so adorable. I knew about the blacksmith shop, so I picked up those bolt cutters.' Susan stuck out a tantalizing tongue. 'Darling Mistress, how'd it be if I untie your hands, I do so want them?'
'I want them too. But, no, we'd both be punished.'
'I could tie you again before Cicely came?'
'The only reason they're tied is to tempt us.' Ilona laughed. 'No, leave 'em be.
They don't really stop me doing anything I want.'
'I'm glad those men won't die. I thought Cicely was going to kill them when she went for the gun? she should have killed them but there'd have been such a fuss.'
Susan mused happily. 'We're all so terribly lucky.'
It was true. Ilona looked up in adoration. She wished her hands weren't tied. She longed to hold Susan's vivid nakedness in her arms and squeeze it tight. But she would not complain, they had it good. Still puzzled, she asked:
'And Cicely bought you when she bought me. . and kept you hidden?'
'Not really, Ilona dear.' Susan grimaced. 'We wondered if we should tell you, but I guess it's best. I got sent to the brothel.'
'You! Oh, Susan darling. . !'
'Well, don't take on too badly, beautiful Mistress. I refused to let it get to me. If I couldn't stop men sticking their ugly damn things in me I'd just pretend it wasn't happening. Darling, all sorts of men fucked me but I never once climaxed.'
The girl was glowingly immaculate, eternally virgin, radiant. Ilona thrust from her own consciousness thought that Susan's plump neat cunt had been pierced by other than a female tongue. Her shining bush of pubic hair and the pouting lips below remained unsullied, they enticed her now. But there were still questions: 'Then how. . How did you get here?'
Susan giggled. 'When Cicely discovered how much you and I were fond of each other she thought I'd be a useful hostage to make you behave. But after she'd fallen in love with you she decided to give me to you as a present? but even then. . !'
Susan shrugged and gave her pixie grin. 'That's where we are now, darling. Don't let's worry about it. Poor dear Cicely will have to sort us out. She's so wonderful, and I'm so grateful to her for buying me. She paid the most awfully huge sum of money?
Gosh, all that for just a girl!'
'You're not just a girl. You're Susan, you're special.'
'Mmmmm, that's what I mean about us all being lucky.' Susan's face clouded.
'Poor 'Tonia and Griselda, they're still in the brothel. They hated it so much, and they'l never, never be able to escape. Do you think Cicely would buy them too? I've been afraid to ask.'
'She won't punish you for asking. Susan, tell me about. . that place. I know it's morbid, but I want to know what I missed.'
'I don't know much about it, only the place where we were imprisoned and the things we had to do. They whipped us horribly if we didn't behave. It wasn't a nice sort of whipping to make a girl's pussy excited, it simply made you want to curl up and die. Poor 'Tonia, they had to whip her something awful and tied her down before she'd let a man get inside her.'
Ilona could envision it, seeing herself in similar plight, fighting hopelessly the female fight before conceding victory to the whip and lying passively with open legs and surrendered sex. In vivid sympathy she asked: 'Did she adjust? Did it become bearable for her?'
'No. They weren't a bit pleased with her. They'd probably sell her real cheap.'
'But how did you know??'
Susan laughed. 'Oh, it was all very well set up. We were kept in a row of cells, one girl to a cage. The walls were mostly stone, but the one to the passage was all bars and a bit of each sidewall was bars too so the girls could talk and see each other. They figured we'd perform better if we weren't isolated, we'd be happier. They threatened us with a solitary cell but Griselda and I never gave 'em an excuse to put us in there.' Susan chuckled. 'I'm afraid we weren't a bit respectable. We did what we were told.'
'You were just locked up, otherwise free?'
'Gosh, no! The door wasn't even locked? except at night after the last customer had gone. Every girl was chained some way to the wall. Her wrist, her neck, her waist or her ankle. The chain didn't have to be all that long to give us the run of the cell but it was never long enough to let us get to the door. When a customer came we had to kneel down and bow our heads until he told us what he wanted. My chain was on my wrist. I suppose you'd call it a shackle. Anyhow, there was no way I could get out of it, they locked it tight. Griselda's was on her neck, sort of like you are now, darling, 'cept her collar wasn't as pussy perking as your's. It was just a round ring, but there was no way she was going to get out of that either. Poor 'Tonia, they put all four chains on her just to show who was boss.'
'Always naked, I suppose?'
'No, they had a cute little trick they played on the customers. We had to wear panties. But after he'd told us what he wanted we got up and first thing took the panties off.' Susan laughed at the memory. 'Oh, darling, you should have seen the way their eyes bugged. I think a girl could conquer the world with her pubic hair? if she was free.'
In silence, they contemplated the improbable. It was Susan who eventually voiced their deepest concern:
'Mistress. . darling, everything's so wonderful, but what about you and me?'
Ilona grinned ruefully. 'I don't think you should call me Mistress any more. Right now, the way I'm tied, you're closer to being my Mistress than I your's.'
'Mmmmm, isn't it nice!' Susan thrust her knee hard within the heated cleft between Ilona's thighs, her fingers teased Ilona's nipples. 'I could do anything I like with you. In a minute I will.'
'I never was a very good Mistress, was I.'
'You were terribly sweet and terribly lost. Wouldn't you like to go back to being the stern publisher with me nicely chained up to come home to every evening? Cicely would let you go, Wouldn't she?'
'I can't think straight while you play with my nips like that.' Ilona complained happily 'And, no, Cicely won't let me go.'
'Oh alright then.' The wicked young fingertips fell away from the hard buds they had created. 'But have you asked her?'
'No.'
Susan bent and kissed two willing lips. 'You don't want to be free, do you? You want to belong to Cicely, same as I want to?'
'Yes.'
'Poor darling!' Susan chuckled gleefully. ''Cept for our ages you're just the same as me. Way underneath somewhere you always were.' She grinned ruefully.
'Trouble is we're going to feel awful silly being slavegirls together. I'll probably love it, but it's awkward for you. You and Cicely have a love affair going. I think you'd better both be my Mistresses. You two can do what you like but if you both whip me a little every day and keep me nicely tied we'd have a really groovy thing going.'
'Susan, you're impossible?!'
'You're both impossible.' Cicely had walked in unobserved, complete with jodhpurs, white silk shirt and whip. 'I've been listening outside the door to the two of you making mountains out of molehills. The answer to the whole
