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The Stories of Bound Friends
Part 23 - Andrea and the Opulent Mall
By JessBaby
The days marched on as the girls found a peaceful rhythm. Sophia switched her contract often, allowing her to join Layla on her morning jogs, but then join with her friends in the afternoon and evening. Things had fallen into a routine. It was the late morning now, Zainab came up to Andrea’s room to find her typing away on her laptop. “Hey.. there you are,” Zainab said as she closed the door behind her.
Andrea barely looked up but smiled nonetheless. She still wore her towel from a shower with small little droplets still resting on her shoulders. “Here I am indeed! Just deciding to do a big update post with some of the latest pictures. Our trip over to the palace yesterday, bunch more of Sophia out on the water last few days. Hard to believe it’s almost been a full week already, and haven’t posted a thing about the trip. Everyone else have been posting pictures of their spring break and my feed’s just been empty,” Andrea said.
“Yeah, and hard to believe how much Sophia’s taken to the water. Her and Megan were just heading out again, probably be a few hours,” Zainab said as she sat down on the bed behind Andrea, who continued typing and clicking on her computer. Zainab leaned her head against Andrea’s back, feeling her wet skin against her chin and peering slightly over her shoulder to see what Andrea was working on.
“I’m sorry, I’m just in the middle, kinda want to finish if that’s alright..” Andrea said softly as she turned her head to look at Zainab.
“Yeah.. I get it..” Zainab said as she backed away and began looking around the room, slightly bored. She saw the drawer she had stuffed a few of her things into a few nights back and decided to open it. Inside was a ring gag, nipple clamps, and a pair of handcuffs. She pulled the metal handcuffs out and began to play with them, running the handle around and around, clicking it through its paces before it once again went around and back to the beginning. “Almost done?” she asked as she gently poked Andrea with her foot.
“Almost there,” Andrea said without looking back. Zainab huffed slightly and scooted back to lay her head on the pillow. She looked back down at Andrea and once again began to cycle the cuffs around. “I hear you back there, but that’s not going to make me go any faster,” Andrea added again not turning around.
“Oh yeah, well hear this!” Zainab said as she used her foot to yank the towel down and leave Andrea bare chested. Andrea looked back at Zainab with a raised eyebrow before returning back to what she was doing. Zainab looked at the cuffs more intensely. Moving them around more slowly this time and watching each individual tooth click through before once again coming out the other side.
She put her own wrist into the cuff and began to click it shut again. The steel felt weird at first, but as she clicked it tighter around her slim wrist it did not feel quite so weird. She tried to pull the arm back out again but of course it wouldn’t budge. She looked down at Andrea’s bare back and a strange impulse crossed her mind. Without giving it much second thought, Zainab looked back at the metal wire bed frame. She reached her arms up and slipped the other cuff behind a bar before clicking her other wrist into it.
A strange fuzzy sensation ran through her. She poked Andrea again with her feet, lightly but repeatedly “Come on.. you can do that later..” Zainab suggested. And when Andrea continued to ignore her the fuzzy floaty feeling only seemed to build. “Are you really going to keep ignoring me like this?” she asked with a slightly more breathy voice. She shook her hands and felt a small zap run up her spine at the realization she really couldn’t physically do anything to reach that key in the drawer. At least, probably not anything. She suddenly began to understand the impulse though. Andrea ignoring her when she felt she was sending obvious signals, there was something intoxicating in it. She stopped poking with her toe and now began sliding her feet all along Andrea’s smooth skin hopping badly that she’d soon turn around.
Andrea put up the universal “one more moment” finger before finishing what she had been doing and closing the computer. “Now.. what exactly was so.. Zee what did you do? Did you just cuff yourself to the bed?”
“Maybe..”
“Why would you do that?” Andrea asked, now turned around and showing Zainab her uncovered breasts.
“I dono..” Zainab mumbled before kicking Andrea lightly in the ass.
“Were you just trying to get me to pay attention or something?” Andrea asked. Zainab shrugged and looked over to her side, not able to look at Andrea directly anymore. “Is this some kind of not so subtle hint? First the plank incident, then you spent that night chained up..”
“It was part of the act! It was for Megan!” Zainab said quietly in protest.
“But then I find out you have this other guy, this whole history, where you used to be his sub. Are you saying you..”
“No.. nothing like that!” Zainab said, finally looking back at Andrea. “I don’t think so at least. Would you believe it if.. if this really wasn’t some big ploy.. well other than a ploy of.. you weren't paying attention to me and that was kind of turning me on.”
“Oh my god, I’m in love with a literal child..” Andrea chuckled. “Did I not have pigtails to pull, so you just decide this was the next best thing?”
“Shut up! I just.. I didn’t want to interrupt you, you seemed really focused. And well.. well it made sense at the time! Ok maybe it didn’t even then..”
“I think.. I think Mistress is so used to getting her way she just about loses her mind when she doesn’t. I mean.. with basically a castle you call home? That plus your money and your looks? I bet you’ve never had to work very hard for anything have you? So you get a little resistance and you don’t know how to exist with it do you? You just take over however you can and if you can’t then well.. you’ll just find a way to make my attention go to you another way,” Andrea said as she slowly crawled over to straddle Zainab, losing whatever towel she had left to cover her nakedness. She still wore the low profile studs that could nearly be missed if you didn’t know to look for them.
“I mean.. when you say it like that it sounds bad..” Zainab said as she was also clearly distracted by the sight. “I.. I mean,” Zainab continued before being interrupted by a kiss.
“I know it was only with good intentions. But that is all this is right? You’re just.. a little hungry for my attention and don’t like using your words? This really isn’t about anything else? The fact that we’re seeing this guy tomorrow at your joint birthday thing.. it’s not shifting things around in there at all?”
“Yeah we’re seeing him tomorrow, but that’s not what this is! I might have this big long history with him, we kind of just.. it was all new and all exciting. He was like.. a really really good friend, and then.. all that other stuff..” Zainab explained as she subtly began to smile. “But with him.. all that excitement all those sparks.. I would sometimes get worried or.. nervous. And yeah he’d have a way to calm me but with you.. It didn’t even cross my mind that you wouldn’t be there to let me out. I was just.. I was just playing around and.. somewhere doing the normal respecting your boundaries thing turned into.. well I really wanted to do something and I didn’t want to just tackle you to the ground to make that happen faster I guess so I.. found my own.. I guess you might call it ‘path of least resistance?’” Zainab tried to explain, alternating between self-assuredness and insecurity.
Andrea moved in for a long deep kiss. She rested her head against Zainab’s forehead as they both took a pause to breathe. “So.. now that you have my attention, would you still rather I.. I mean I’ve gotten some practice with Megan being the dom but I’m still more natural I think..”
“You know.. right now, right here with you.. I don’t even care which,” Zainab said as she stretched and fidgeted.
“And if I ask my Mistress what she wants?” Andrea asked seductively before nibbling lightly on Zainab’s neck.
“Mmm, your Mistress just wants you!”
Andrea smiled and pushed herself up to a kneel. Zainab bit her lip in anticipation of what she presumed was coming next. But instead, Andrea slid over to the side of the bed and sat on the edge facing the drawers where the keys were. Zainab watched as Andrea reached in to retrieve them. “Sure, you trust me to let you out eventually, but eventually can be in a long damn time you know?” she said as she pulled out the ring gag. She quickly fastened it to Zainab, who didn’t seem to fight it but still seemed slightly surprised that Andrea had chosen this. Andrea finished buckling the gag around Zainab's head before cracking another smile. She sat back, lying parallel to Zainab but facing the opposite direction with Zainab’s feet at roughly breast level. “I also realized something.. you said you liked it when it seemed I was being withholding,” Andrea said with sensual confidence.
Zainab’s eyes went wide, surprised by what she heard and unsure for what it might mean. She shook in her cuffs in protest and tried to stare Andrea down. The ring gag ensured that all her protestations came out as gargling jiberish.
“And what if I put my towel back on,” Andrea teased as she snatched it and draped it over herself, covering herself in the front.
“Rhhoo!” Zainab tried to plead.
“You gave me the option Mistress.,” Andrea said as she began to run her fingers lightly up and down Zainab’s smooth leg. “Are you rescinding that permission?”
Zainab looked up and pouted as well as she could with a big ring gag holding her mouth open. She eventually flopped her head back down onto the bed and shook it back and forth.
“Then we’re going to play a little game,” Andrea said as she looked around for Zainab’s phone. She slid back up to the dresser to grab it and brought it up to Zainab’s thumb to unlock it. Her movement cost her to lose her towel, which only helped ease the distraction as Andrea loaded up Zainab’s copy of the NESIC program. From there she could control both of their chips at once. “This is the game, if you can go 10 minutes silently, that’s no rattling your handcuffs, no moans, no loud sighs, if you can get though 10 minutes of silence you win. I’ll go up and lick you over the edge myself, free you and won’t expect the same in return.”
“Ahhnd hif I hant tu ahnyway?” Zainab asked as best as she was able.
“Why Mistress is allowed to do that when she’s free again. But if I win, you have to get me off first before I let you out and then.. well then you can do whatever you will with your slave,” Andrea continued. “At least until Megan and Sophia get back. Your 10 minutes starts.. now.”
Immediately Zainab felt her NESIC turn onto a high setting. She tensed every muscle but remained vigilant to not rattle her cuffs. Her eyes rolled to the back of her head as she arched her back. It was impossible to ignore, and very difficult to keep quiet about.
Andrea draped one leg over Zainab’s legs, running it up and down slightly before settling on a spot. Zainab looked up and saw Andrea teasing herself now, with her legs spread she had ample room to put on a show of it. She had not turned her own NESIC on quite as high as Zainab's, but it was on high enough that she felt a warm glow coming from all around her sex even without her finger’s help. A subdued but long moan escaped from her lips, almost enticing Zainab into repeating after her.
“Oh look at that.. only two minutes so far..” Andrea said mockingly, looking over at Zainab’s watch for the time. “You know.. if you weren't so damn stubborn.. you’d probably realize that losing is in your best interest. After all, it’s not like eating me out is a very harsh punishment for you,” she continued as she ran her fingers up and down Zainab’s legs some more. “Except you’d never admit defeat would you?”
Zainab stared daggers in Andrea’s direction. The teasing was maddening, and not being able to do anything about it was a very new kind of situation to be in. After flopping her head back down she tried to distract her mind. Staring up at the ceiling and trying to find patterns in the ceiling’s imperfections. But it was a losing battle. She could no more block out the sensations than she could ignore the gravity holding her to the bed, and she felt in just about as much control of either of the two forces acting upon her.
Andrea was now herself getting very close to orgasm, fingering herself while her NESIC buzzed and as she watched the woman she loved writhing in blissful torment. .She began to slide her hand up the inside of Zainab’s legs. As they approached Zainab’s terrycloth shorts, Zainab’s eyes went wide and looked back down. Her fingers were so tantalizingly close, but refused to move into just the right position, always just a little off, always just a little too light.
Zainab bit down hard on the gag, holding herself off from mouthing a sound. Her hips began to gyrate, trying to entice Andrea to give her more, just a little closer. She felt frustrated as her wet sex screamed for attention, attention it was not getting strong enough through the cotton panties and terrycloth shorts.
Without warning, the teasing suddenly stopped. Sure, the chip was still going, but Andrea had pulled her hand away and lay back down again. Zainab looked up and saw the same hand moving to the souls of her feet. Zainab tried jerking her feet away, but Andrea was in a good position. Her leg had slid further back, holding Zainab’s legs down. Andrea began to tickle and scratch, causing Zainab to buck even more vigorously. Andrea practically had to lay on top of her to keep hold.
“Hehnufff! Stahp! Hru wihn just stahp,” Zainab shouted out as her struggling subsided.
Andrea let go of Zainab’s feet and smiled. Without saying a word she sat up and straddled Zainab. She slid herself forward, looking down at Zainab’s helpless face as she inched her crotch closer to Zainab’s gagged-open mouth. Zainab seemed a little upset to lose, but she was in such an aroused and frazzled state she found it hard to be particularly mad. Really she found it hard to be anything but incredibly turned on, as she moved her tongue out to begin to play and tease with Andrea’s wet slit. They both began to moan lowly, Andrea leaned forward braced by the bed frame.
Then suddenly, there was a knock on the door. “Andrea, you in there?” came the voice of Megan from behind the door.
“Shit..” Andrea mumbled to herself as she got off Zainab and quickly grabbed the towel to put around her. “Just a second,” she called out as she helped Zainab spit out the gag to let it sit loosely around her neck. She put the handcuff key in Zainab’s hand and then rushed to the door but made sure to make it look like she had anything but rushed. “Hey.. I just finished a shower, haven’t gotten dressed back up yet, I thought you were out motorboating it up with Sophia.”
“Nah, she decided she wanted to try sailing and well.. the sailboat was basically two pontoons with some metal piping and a mesh net. It could barely hold the three of them, no reason to make it four. So I transferred Sophia over to Layla again and they’re out with Farhad learning to sail,” Megan said.
“My mom’s actually learning to sail?” Zainab couldn’t help but blurt out, immediately remembering why it probably would have been better to pretend not to be there.
“Oh hey.. didn’t know you were in here,” Megan said as she stepped in enough to peep over at Zainab, though not a close enough one to notice the handcuffs. “Yeah.. seemed Sophia really wanted to and kind of taunted your mom into coming too from what I could tell. Something they might have mentioned on their morning runs perhaps? Either way, they’re probably going to be a while, so why don’t the three of us go out somewhere? Sophia said she didn’t need to do any more shopping, but that doesn’t stop us.”
“Sure just give me a minute to change,” Andrea replied.
“Real minute or a you-and-Zainab-finishing-up minute that usually turns out to be more like twenty real minutes?” Megan asked a little skeptically.
“The real kind, I swear,” Andrea said, causing Zainab to annoyingly pout.
“I thought you said this was the better mall, that the one we got Sophia’s phone at was just closer,” Megan complained as she collapsed on a chair with her cup of mango something or other. Andrea and Zainab were not far behind, sitting down at the same table with their own drinks in hand.
“I have to agree actually, everything’s either your kind of expensive.. no offence,” Andrea stated plainly. “Either it’s really overpriced or it’s really cheap tourist trinkets. There’s nothing in between.”
“Yeah.. I’m sorry, I guess things have changed around since I’ve last been here. I still got my thing.. but.. like you so delicately put it, it’s my kind of expensive I know,” Zainab said hugging her lone small bag.
“That’s also possibly the worst cost to fabric ratio I’ve ever seen though.. I mean 280 for thong panties, I didn’t even catch what the other parts cost..” Andrea began to rant before reining herself in.
“And you won’t see them ever again with that attitude,” Zainab said as she maturely stuck out her tongue at Andrea.
“Well, I checked in with Sophia, asked how things are going,” Megan said looking down at her phone. “She just wrote back ‘still be a few hours if no more delays. Tell Zainab her mom fell in already’”
Zainab let a suppressed smile cross her face as she held in just the slightest chuckle. “So a few hours.. wanna go back? Wanna see a movie? Most’ll just be English with subtitles rather than dubbing, at least if it’s a western rather than Indian movie.”
“I guess I could be down for that,” Megan said after finishing a long sip from her drink. “As long as I keep the phone on..”
“<Zainab? Is that you?>” said a male voice in Surdanese from behind where the girls were sitting.
Zainab turned behind her and smiled in surprise as she saw Ravi walking towards them. “<Ravi, such a small world. What are you doing here?>” she replied, instinctively in Surdanese.
“<Well, same basic thing you seem to be doing,>” he said as he pointed to the bag clearly labeled with the name of the upscale lingerie boutique. “<Maybe not the exact same, their bras just don’t fit me very well,>” he joked getting a minor laugh out of Zainab. “<But I’m actually here with Sanvi, where’d she get off to..>” he said looking around before waving a girl over his way.
“<Are you going out with Sanvi now? I seriously haven’t talked to her in a while, I had no idea,>” Zainab asked somewhere between a little awestruck and blindsided. Sanvi had been one of her closest friends growing up, but after the years away they drifted apart.
“<No, it’s nothing like that,>” Ravi said with what sounded to Zainab like a hint of possible embarrassment. “<I just.. I wanted her opinion as I kind of set up stuff for the party, our party I guess.>”
“Who is this?” Andrea asked in English as she walked over to Zainab.
“Oh, sorry.. yes Andrea, this is Ravi. Ravi, Andrea. I guess you still don’t remember much do you?” Zainab said introducing the two.
“Yeah.. about as far as I can remember there were some.. ponygirls I think? But I certainly don’t remember you,” Andrea said awkwardly as she shook Ravi’s hand.
“Ponygirls?” Ravi asked quietly, as if curious but not demanding an answer.
“Yeah its..” Zainab tried to explain before getting a little befuddled. She blushed and smiled, looking over at Andrea. She wasn't sure how much detail to really go into with someone Andrea didn’t know.
“Call it an interest,” Andrea said, jumping in to Zainab’s relief
“I sort of remember you.. but it was fairly brief. I’m Megan,” she said as she walked up to Andrea’s other side.
“Sanvi?” Ravi said as a brown skinned girl with long black hair walked up beside him. She was about Andrea’s height, but with a seemingly more curvy frame. Her breasts were plainly large, her ass was round and big, but the baggy long sleeve shirt and loose fitting pants she wore made both features less obvious. She had a small septum piercing, but the stud that filled it seemed to be designed to draw as little attention to it as possible much like Andrea and Megan’s piercings. “Well you obviously know Zainab,” he continued.
“Of course I do! Oh it’s been ages,” she said as she bolted over and hugged Zainab long and hard.
“And these two are her friends, Andrea and Megan,” Ravi continued the introductions after the hug broke off.
“<Where did you find these two?>” Sanvi joked to Zainab before moving over and giving the other two brief hugs and hellos.
“<Friends from college. What you thought I’d stop finding friends after I moved away from you?>” Zainab sarcastically replied.
“<So no boys worthy of bringing back?>” Sanvi asked with a raised eyebrow.
“<Actually, I’ve been kind of seeing this girl..>” Zainab coyly explained as she put an arm around Andrea.
“<I didn’t realize you were.. so inclined,>” Ravi said giving Andrea a quick once over. “<If I’d have known back then.. I could have certainly been open to trying to accommodate that. So long as I at least got to watch..>”
“<Shut your mouth! You’re so gross!>” Zainab exclaimed as she began to laugh.
“<Maybe behind the curtains or something.. oh yeah that would have been a sight!>” Ravi continued to joke, causing Zainab to shove him as she continued laughing.
“I feel like I’m missing something,” Andrea said after a pause settled into place.
“Don’t worry, it was only teasing as only old friends can do,” Ravi said as he shrugged his shoulders. “I also couldn’t help but overhear, you are in need of something to do for several hours?” he added.
“Then come with us!” Sanvi said enthusiastically. “It’s your birthday too, just because you two alternate who hosts doesn’t mean you can’t help decide what goes on there. Ravi’s said sky’s the limit and I’m putting him to the test on that one!”
“21.. it is a big one after all. Not that 20 isn’t big for you!” Ravi explained.
“Well like what kind of stuff? And what do you mean by sky’s the limit? Because you could literally buy your way to space if you wanted to, so I imagine your sky is a lot larger than everyone else’s,” Zainab asked.
“It’s just a figure of speech,” Ravi said before something caught his eye. He reached out and grabbed Zainab by the hand and examined her wrist briefly. “<What’s this mark?>” he asked quietly.
“<Just from some handcuffs, no big deal,>” Zainab replied, pulling her hand back.
“So you two.. you’re into kinky things? You have more interests than just ponygirls?” Ravi asked, pointing between Zainab and Andrea.
“Umm.. yeah you could say that,” Andrea sheepishly replied as Zainab didn’t respond.
“And what about you? Do you share any of those interests?” Sanvi asked Megan.
Megan simply blushed and nodded her head vigorously.
“Than why don’t you girls come with us to the new shopping centre about a block away?” Ravi suggested. “We’ve already got the food lined up for the party, a lot of the other basics and logistics, now we’re just looking for some entertainment.”
It was clear very quickly that this so called mall was very different than most. Two layers of tinted glass separated it from the outside world. There were a row of lockers to hold all outside packages like Zainab’s earlier purchase, and before proceeding a woman stood by to check IDs before allowing them to enter. The lighting was not a harsh white fluorescent, everything was bathed in a soft white-yellow glow coming from hundreds of spotlights in the ceiling. The air felt different as well. Not just cooler, the smell of the sea air was gone, replaced with a crisp and almost vaguely sweet. The floor was black and dull, like linoleum but with an extra layer of padding that gave it an almost cushioned feel. There was a muted sound of a gentle piano playing somewhere in the distance, but things were otherwise somewhat quiet. Down the long hallway only a few people could be seen walking about.
“So what makes this place special?” Megan had to ask.
“Well, it’s all about the wares,” Sanvi explained. “Ravi wants to hire some entertainment for the party, and there’s no place better to find them than here.”
“Is this new? I never knew this place existed,” Zainab said as she looked around at the stores on either side. On her left was a large store with projections of girls pole dancing as it’s storefront, offering full day service or by the hour. At the other side she saw statuesque naked men and women in the storefront, standing perfectly still and unmoving like a posed statue.
“It’s somewhat new,” Ravi answered. “But you also come back so rarely I’m not surprised you hadn’t noticed it before. And after all, it does keep curious teens out if they’re under 18. And the last two years you’ve been back what, once? Just for your 19th, I don’t think you were here for you 18th.”
“I was not, that’s true. Can’t remember.. Oh right, Italy still.”
“I’m sure you’ve seen some of these kinds of stores.. they have one fantasy escort place up at the other mall, but there they have to be watchful of who comes in, keep the windows blacked out, here they don’t have to do any of that so a lot of them prefer being here.”
“Ega, is that where you got the.. um.. two..” Megan quietly asked Andrea though not quietly enough that it went unheard.
“Ega? That’s a bit of a surprise..” Ravi said as he turned to look back at Megan and Andrea. “I’m not meaning that.. in a judgemental way, just to be clear. So.. does that mean you two are..”
“It’s.. complicated. And private, and not part of.. what I have with Zee,” Andrea tried to deflect as Megan attempted to disappear inside of herself out of embarrassment.
“No matter. But if you partook before, well you’re welcome to do so again. From noon to four, it’s kind of the agreed upon time where they should have the largest possible selection here in person and not yet out for the day somewhere. Kind of an informal open house time. Anything you might think you might want at the party.. or that you think others might want.. it goes on the list,” Ravi said as he continued to walk forward to a kind of store directory map. “Here we are.. right by the front with the more generic dancing and decorative kind of hires here in the white. Down this blue wing here is mostly men, this bigger pink area’s mostly women, and then this red area is getting into the more niche stuff. That big shop there at the end, that’s gonna be the ponies if you want to see them.”
“So this is about where I’ll be splitting off. Ravi wanted me to come so I could find some men for the party, since that’s not really his thing. Would any of you like to come with me?” Sanvi asked.
“Could I talk to you?” Megan asked as she pulled Andrea aside.
“Something wrong?” Andrea asked softly.
“Um.. I was kind of.. I don’t really want to head out with you either. I don’t have a lot of interest in well.. watching you three pick out the hottest women. But at the same time.. I would feel.. I think awkward if it were just.. me out with this girl I only just met. Would you mind coming with me maybe?” Megan explained.
Andrea thought about it briefly. She looked over at Zainab and Ravi who were already back conversing among each other. She was sure she would only be a third wheel anyway, “Zee, you mind if I just go with Megan while you’re off with Ravi picking out girls?”
“No problem, so you’re going with Sanvi then?” Zainab asked turning back at Andrea.
“Sounds like it. Whoever’s done first, call the other and figure out where to meet?” Andrea suggested.
“We will,” Ravi called back before putting his arm lightly against Zainab’s shoulder and began to lead her away. Andrea couldn’t help but be curious, but she was sure it was nothing.
“Well then, shall we?” Sanvi said as she waited for Andrea and Megan to catch up to her.
Sanvi walked slowly, holding her hands confidently behind her and her head up high looking from side to side at the shops they were passing. “So.. girls. Are both of you.. I’m not sure I understand your relationship here or why you’d rather come with me than with your friend.”
“Well, I just.. They were going to look at women and that doesn’t really interest me,”Megan said bluntly.
“No interest.. but you..” Sanvi said as she turned back to face the other two. “I did hear you call her Ega didn’t I? That seems a confusing arrangement if that’s how you feel.”
“You’re not wrong, it is a little strange,” Megan admitted. “Really it just comes down to trust I guess. I like surrendering, I like not being in control, but I’m really bad at finding a way to safely do that. I’m.. when I’m in that kind of headspace, I kind of have trouble saying when something is over the line. And not being able to say no is a terrible place to be. So with Andrea.. she reads me well enough that she can tell if something's upsetting without me having to say stop. But.. it kind of limits what we do.. since well.. she likes both sides and I really only like the one.”
“Then your ideal.. it would be as a slave to a man?” Sanvi followed up.
“Maybe not like.. forever ever.. I don’t want to just lose my life to being a slave, but yeah in private, if I could trust they’d be careful.. yeah I would rather a guy. No offence Andrea..”
“Huh? Oh sorry I missed that,” Andrea said as she snapped her head back to look at Megan and Sanvi. Her mind couldn’t help but be elsewhere, looking occasionally back to see Zainab with Ravi’s arm still around her. She was sure she was overthinking things, but it left her distracted nonetheless and had completely lost track of the conversation Megan was having.
“Not important,” Megan said looking back at Sanvi. “She knows what I mean when I go on like that. Few days ago she even found a nice little way to oblige, still not fully sure it was her idea not Zainab’s. But she offered a bonus tip at the end if they made sure that when everything was over with and I could speak more easily, that I never felt like they went too far. And it was.. it was really really satisfying. Just hit every right button, even though I felt like I could barely walk afterwards.”
“That is how you know it was good., if your legs nearly fail you know something went very well,” Sanvi chuckled slightly. “So I take it you prefer.. a rugged take charge kind of man? Or perhaps one more sensitive?” She began to ask as she started back down the hallway.
Megan slightly blushed and gave a very uncommitted “I don’t know.. maybe the first kind.. either way though..”
“And what about you?” Sanvi asked Andrea.
“Oh.. Um I guess the second kind..” Andrea said snapping back to them for a second time.
“Maybe my question should have been ‘do you even like boys?’” Sanvi replied. “You kind of seem not to care.”
“No.. no I do I’m just.. I guess not looking for anyone more for me.”
“Oh.. because you already have someone.. tell me how did that even happen?” Sanvi asked inquisitively.
Andrea couldn’t help but look down at the floor and smile. “Well.. at first there was a bit of alcohol.”
“Isn’t there always? But your thing.. with your friend.. that doesn’t annoy her?” Sanvi interrupted.
“No.. no she’s understanding about that,” Andrea replied. “It’s only been a little over a month anyway, we’re still figuring out how Megan fits into what we have.”
“So you are not even a little interested then? No one is saying you personally have to sleep with them. There will be a lot of people and what kind of party wouldn’t at least have options?” Sanvi finished as they entered one of the stores. To call it a store though seemed like a misnomer. It seemed more like a well lit lounge, men sat around looking intently but not intimidatingly at the women entering the store. Some were shirtless, others not, but they all seemed to be beautiful and nearly without flaw.
One of the more slender men sitting nearest the front stood up and welcomed them in English. “Welcome lovely ladies,” he said in a breathy voice. “What brings you to our humble shop?”
“I’m shopping on behalf of a friend actually, he’s having a big party tomorrow and wants his guests to have.. options once they arrive. Ravi Dalal,” Sanvi said plainly. The man seemed to stand more upright after hearing the last name, and it seemed many of the others were paying more keen attention as well.
“Of course.. how many would you be looking for?” The slender silky skinned man asked.
“He simply asked that his guests have a variety of options. My friend here,” Sanvi said pointing to Megan. “She prefers someone rough.. intimidating.. is that about right?”
“Not like.. exclusively.. or anything,” Megan said in an increasingly quiet voice.
“Well if it’s variety.. we have large men, short men, slender like myself.. Almost everyone we have is here currently, only one is still out with a client but he should be back shortly. Are the guests.. supposed to be women? Men? We do cater to both,” he continued to explain with a coy smile on his face, leading the girls back to be more at the center of everyone.
“Well what sounds good to you?” Sanvi asked placing an arm around both girls.
“I.. I kind of like that guy I guess..” Megan mumbled as she blushed and nodded towards a man sitting on a bar stool with his white shirt completely unbuttoned. His chest and arms were well defined and almost statuesque. His olive skin was covered in a light amount of rich dark hair.
“Now.. I don’t know if this is a problem, but Ishaan does not speak very much English,” the salesmen said.
“With a body like that I don’t know that he needs to say very much!” Sanvi joked causing Megan to laugh and turn bright red at the same time. “And how about you Andrea? Someone more feminine perhaps? Like say um..”
“Pranav, my name is Pranav” the salesmen said as it was clear who’s name Sanvi had been asking for.
“He’s fine.. I’m just..” Andrea said vaguely.
“If he isn't exciting who is?” Sanvi asked more directly.
“No he’s fine.. I guess I just am not.. super excited by just any old guy, even if they are.. attractive. It’s not for me, at least not right now.”
“Hey, no one’s going to make you partake.. but you’re free to do so, as is your friend,” Sanvi said in a more reserved tone. “So then tell me.. what would interest you? Even just to look at that is. Would you rather have gone with.. um.. with Ravi and Zainab to go look at the women? What about.. is Zainab still into.. the kinkier side of things? Is that more what you’d like to see?”
“I guess that could be interesting.. more interesting anyway,” Andrea grudgingly replied.
“Then let me just make an order here for.. for Ravi, and then we could move on,” Sanvi said in English before turning to speak to Pranav in Surdanese. She gave them Ravi’s card and ended up renting nearly a third of the store, just to cover bases before leaving.
“So.. Ravi. How close did he used to be exactly?” Andrea asked out of morbid curiosity.
“Recently? Not close, but she practically used to live over with him years back, really attached at the hip finishing each other’s sentences. Why.. you starting to get jealous?” Sanvi asked.
“What? No! I didn’t mean.. anything by that,” Andrea protested a bit too much. “I mean.. should I be?”
Sanvi chuckled slightly and non-committally shrugged her shoulders.
“<How about that one?>” Zainab said in Surdanese, pointing out one of the women standing in a semi-circle around their loveseat. A dark ebony skinned woman in a yellow sheer skirt stepped forward. The silver waist chain jangled but her large tits stayed firm and upright behind the sheer yellow wrap that held them. There was a white gem that matched her toothy smile, held between her eyebrows by three silver chains that wrapped around her dark black hair.
“<Sure.. any you think are hot.. It’s so weird that you’re into women too now. Like did that just never cross your mind back then?>” Ravi said as he slightly turned to face Zainab.
“<There wasn’t a lot crossing my mind back then except you..>” Zainab said bluntly before feeling slightly embarrassed for the connotations that wording produced.
“<But really, you find that black woman hot? Like you’d have sex with that woman and be sexually aroused?>” Ravi said, deciding not to acknowledge Zainab’s last statement and instead continue to be dumbfounded.
“<Yes! Why is this so hard for you to imagine?>” Zainab said leaning back against her armrest to better face Ravi.
“<I don’t know, I’m not sure I believe you. I think… no I definitely am sure you’re just going to have to show me what you mean,>” Ravi joked.
“<Ugh.. how did I know you would be going there before the day was done?>” Zainab said as she leaned her head back and gave Ravi a few simple kicks to the side of the leg.
“<No really, I promise.. I’ll stay behind the curtains and be real quiet.. you’ll barely even know I’m there!>” he continued before Zainab snorted and began to kick his leg again. He grabbed hold of her leg and held it down on his on legs. “<Stop kicking me!>”
“<Then stop being gross!> Zainab said before turning to kick him again with her other foot. A foot he soon captured as well and now held down beside the other. Zainab struggled to pull her legs free but he held them firm. A small spurt jolted up that made her stop. She found the struggle to be hitting a few nerves she wasn’t expecting it to hit. It’s not something she wanted to deal with. “<Just let me go, I promise I’m done kicking.>”
“<Good, I didn’t want to hold you back anyway.>” Ravi said, letting go of her legs. They exchanged glances that acknowledged they both knew what had just happened. “<Still.. ok.. So any more girls look especially hot?>”
“<No one else standing out I guess,>” Zainab said.
“<You know.. if you’re still into that kind of stuff like the handcuff marks suggest, maybe these are the wrong women to be looking at. I might just know a place that might be more up your alley.>”
“So you didn’t actually warn her?” Sanvi marveled. “You let her think they were actual thieves.. that whole time?”
“Well when you put it like that it sounds bad,” Andrea said trying to defend herself. “I asked Megan just a few hours before that, she said she didn’t want to know!”
“Right.. yeah looking back it was more clear what you were trying to say,” Megan added as the three walked into the next shop. “And maybe.. There might have been something in the back of my head thinking this was a setup. I don’t know why I wasn’t panicking but I kind of wasn’t. So take whatever you want from that. And.. it was pretty hot.”
“Well now you just need to find yourself a master to get that hot feeling a bit more often,” Sanvi added bluntly.
“Wait.. why did we come in this one?” Andrea asked as she started to look around. She saw several tall imposing men, and two equally tough looking women, lounging around. There were displays up advertising on monitors behind them what looked to be various kidnap fantasies. One screen was playing out various shots of them snatching some unsuspecting person into a white van. Another had them posing as delivery men only to come bursting in with two other people and restrain the victim. Another even had two people walking past each other on an empty street, only for one to turn around and put a rag over the victim’s mouth and nose before they went limp. The victims were usually women, but on the rotation they all showed at least one case where the victim was a man.
“What, too much for the party? I don’t have a very good judgment for what’s ‘too much’ anymore.” Sanvi asked.
“Yeah.. I feel like.. how would that even work?” Andrea asked.
“Isn’t.. I mean it looks like the big appeal is you haven’t met the person and you aren’t expecting it at a specific time. If you’re signing up to get kidnapped at a specific time, is that even kidnapping anymore or just kind of.. going for a ride with someone?” Megan further asked. “Don’t get me wrong.. if I had more time here sure this could be fun.. but I don’t think it’s good if we’re shopping for tomorrow.”
“Right..” Sanvi said as she started to back up and turn to leave. “Sidetracked by your story I guess and just went into the next door over.”
“Well, let’s keep the party in mind I think, or this could take a long time,” Andrea said before following behind with Megan.
“<So that was all the girls you wanted? We just did the one store,>” Zainab asked as they walked into the far wing of the mall, one with decidedly more decoration and a different colored floor. Though, Zainab now noticed all the wings actually had their own color, but the others had not stood out as much as the deep rich red color the floor was now, like it was all taken from the front of an award show.
“<Actually.. I scoped some out yesterday to put on reserve, I was just coming so that Sanvi could look over some men since that’s not really my deal. I was just going to basically wait for her, but then you joined me and well.. I got curious what your tastes might be,>” Ravi confessed as he lightly jostled Zainab.
“<Ah ha! The truth comes out!>” Zainab mocked. “<What, did you expect I’d have the women just go down on me right then and there? And of course I’d ask you to join in I imagine.>”
“<We could have gone to a backroom first,>” he replied in a light insincere tone, coming to a bit of a stop.
“<You’re going to have to work harder than that to get with me again,>” Zainab snickered as she poked him once in the chest.
He took her hand and began to walk backwards, leading Zainab into the shop they had stopped in front of called the Eastern Serpent, titled in Surdanese. “<Is that meant to be a challenge?>” he asked playfully as continued backing up without looking where he was going.
“<Hello, welcome, have you both been here before?>” asked a tall woman who Ravi had nearly backed into. She wore a tight-fitting chinese style dress in vivid blue with orange woven floral patterns decorating the silk.
“<She hasn’t.. but I think she will be very interested in what you have here,>” Ravi said turning around to face the woman but not yet releasing his light hold on Zainab’s hand.
Zainab looked around at the rather cramped shop. There were a few displays up but otherwise it was mostly just a large orange double door against the wall hiding whatever seemed to be the main attraction. The saleswoman smiled and began to walk back to the doors, opening them both up into a pitch black space. Ravi followed behind, leading Zainab beside him by the hand. “What is this place?” Zainab asked quietly in English.
“<You’ll see,>” he replied as the doors closed behind them and the darkness became complete.
The air was slightly humid, with the smell of sweat and sex. As the lights came up slowly, Zainab saw she was standing on a small platform about two feet above a large padded floor. At one edge of the platform was a railing with a small stand of some kind, like a large podium or a tall and oddly angled seat. Black curtains fell most of the way down from the high ceiling in strips, like you might find somewhere that is trying to prevent sound reverberation. An orange stripe ran around the walls at the platform’s height. Everything above this stripe was painted a flat black color while the two or so feet below it seemed to be made of the same black padded material as the floor.
Adorning the floor were naked women, all seeming to be ethnically East Asian. They each had large back tattoos, each in a colorful style covering the majority of their back and always including some kind of snake. A dozen or so lay along the floor, all tied the same way with their bodies glistening to reflect the light. Hemp rope secured their legs together at their ankles and their knees. It even seemed they had twine tying their big toes together, fusing their legs into a single appendage. They also had uniformly matching black tattoos at their hips with the outline of a serpent. Their arms were tied with hemp rope in a secure but very non-strenuous looking box tie and upper chest harness. Many had their black hair in a ponytail, others let their hair drape around them freely and at varying lengths.
As soon as the lights had gone on, a buzzing noise began to bounce around the room. All the women began to look up at the platform to stare and seductively moan. Their eyes were pleading, begging for attention. They all began to squirm around, some showing off their fronts and their pierced nipples. Others seemed to be making suggestive and very lewd pantomimes against the floor or air. thrusting their hips. Others had begun offering sights of their rear, raising their hips up and gyrating it around. They all seemed to slide around and move in a way that made them seem like snakes. Just a single column held that way by rope that seemed so decoratively placed. Suddenly the name of the store made more sense. These women were the eastern serpents, and this was their snake pit.
Zainab squinted somewhat as she began to notice one girl’s piercings along her pussy lips. They seemed large and numerous, even possibly obstructive, but no one was close enough for her to get a clear view.
The saleswoman unclasped the two bronze pins at both her shoulder and side holding the front of her dress in place. She allowed the dress to fall onto the railing and flat surface behind her in a smooth liquid motion, exposing two large u-shaped piercings through each nipple and what looked like many more piercings down at her crotch. At her right inner thigh was another tattoo of the same black snake that sat on the outer hips. She pushed herself up onto the flat podium seat and spread her legs to better give a view of what kinds of piercings she, and undoubtedly the girls on the floor, were fitted with. Each outer pussy lip seemed to have four large rings, each about the size of a nickel and very thick by piercing standards. There was a metal dome of some kind over her clit, with a rod sticking out out slightly on either side. There was a narrow U shaped piece of metal that threaded through the rings on either side of her lips and connected to the rod sticking out of the dome. It kept the oversized rings nearly overlapping and ensuring that nothing much thicker than a coin would be able to slide in or out.
“<All our employees are adorned like this. Our own custom fitting equipment, it ensures total denial. No access to our own clits, no spreading out lips, it insures that whoever you take will be desperate and therefore even more present and lustful wherever they are. It also allows our customers to enjoy a rather unique experience,>” She said in a breathy voice, sitting up as best as she could. “<Will one of you please press a finger to that reader on the wall? It is something I can not turn on myself.>”
Zainab looked over to where she pointed and pressed her thumb against a thumbprint reader.
The woman’s crotch began to vibrate and buzz as she let out a stifled moan. “<And as you can see, each 00 sized piercing has a built in vibrator and small battery. A small metal ball circulates around each ring’s hollow core. It also means that even when not turned on, simply shifting or moving a small amount will make the ball spin causing a light vibration from that alone. This chastity u-bar adds nearly a full day’s charge so you may torment them for as long as you wish. Everyone has strict orders, we are forbidden to cum without permission despite our near constant stimulation. You will have total control, and if they fail you and if the slave is found to be at fault they will be badly punished,>” she said before bending to her side to flip a switch that was attached to the podium.
The black curtains began to rise and behind them were several tall person shaped narrow cages. Inside three of the cages were women trapped with very little room to move. It was narrower at the feet, widening out at the hips and torso before suddenly getting very small above roughly where the shoulders end and head begin. Their arms were tied behind them in a box tie like the girls on the floor, but instead of rope they had thick heavy chain wrapped around them like a traditional harness. A chain with several metal fishing weights dangled with a lot of slack between their pierced nipples. Their feet were held in heavy looking solid metal heels that were locked on with an ankle cuff. The inside of the cage also seemed lined with something that looked like copper, and not particularly well hidden wires came out from each of the girl’s ass and plugged into the cage itself. A metal harness obscured much of their face, leaving only a small pencil sized hole where their mouth would be, which was further obstructed behind the cage itself. The girls were all very clearly in pain, one of them even in tears.
“<Those who break our strictly enforced rules, including cumming without permission, they are put up there to suffer for their mistakes. Those two on your left, they will not be finished before tonight and are therefore not available for tonight. We do not make exceptions even for you sir,>” The woman said as she stood back up and put her arms instinctively behind her like they too were in a box tie.
“<What does she mean by that? How often do you come here?>” Zainab asked with a slightly raised eyebrow.
“<Apologies, I did not mean.. Deepest regrets!>” The woman said as she bowed her head.
“<I think she just recognizes me. With my dad who he is I’m not sure there are many left on this island who don’t know who I am,>” Ravi explained.
“<That is all I meant sir, but I’m sorry. Insulting customers is an offense worthy of the cage,>” the woman said as she quietly got down onto her knees, keeping her hands behind her and spreading her legs once she was down.
“<No that won’t be.. I didn’t mean to get you in trouble,>” Zainab said, now feeling strangely like she was on the defensive.
“<It’s my duty. There are very high standards for us to meet, and if I’m judged to have failed I will take my restitution,>” the woman replied meekly.
The door behind them opened and another woman came in. “<Wen, I’ve been informed that you will be in the cage for forty minutes,>” the new woman said once the door had closed behind her. “<I deeply apologize if this is an inconvenience for you, but I will be happy to answer any questions you may have while I prepare Wen. Once a decision has been made, I can not postpone or delay executing my orders.>” The new girl tapped Wen on the underside of her chin, causing her to stand up while keeping her arms behind her and her gaze turned down. The two walked down the steps at either side of the platform onto the padded floor. “<Please you are welcome to join us, the snakepit is open to any customers who want a better look.>
Ravi looked at Zainab who was a little startled, mostly by the tone of Wen and her acceptance of her fate over seemingly such a minor infraction. “<Come on, why don’t we have a look,>” Ravi said as he guided Zainab down the stairs, once again holding her hand.
“Here, this is more appropriate for the party right? Lots of interactive stuff for guests to play with,” Sanvi said as they entered a rather large store with a name that translated to Demented Games. Despite the same narrow front as all the other stores, this one opened up once it got past the depth of most of the other stores. It was carpeted in cheap brown industrial carpet and was as expansive as a supermarket or large furniture gallery.
<Hello there, and what can I help you with?>” a man asked in Surdanese as he approached the girls from behind.
“I.. sorry, I don’t..” Andrea kind of shrugged as she couldn’t make out a word.
The man looked back and snapped his fingers calling another man over. They both wore identical uniform, a surprisingly conventional pair of black slacks with a red button up polo. “I’m sorry for that, but I hope I can help you. My name’s Vahab. What can I help you find?” asked the man who had just been called over.
“We’re looking to outfit a rather large party tomorrow, we simply wanted to look around for something to keep the guests entertained,” Sanvi explained.
“Well I’m certain we can accommodate, no matter your budget I’m sure..”
“<It is for Ravi Dalal, just show us some of your best,>” Shanvi snapped back in Surdanese.
“Of course, come this way!” he said as he led them down to what looked like an archway to a b-movie dungeon. The walls beyond the archway were black and the lighting was more dim than on the other side. The hallway turned sharply to limit their view. As they curved around the first two corners they saw a little over a half dozen or so women bound in tight latex covering nearly everything except their crotch, breasts, eyes, and mouth. All of them also had latex collars with chains that lifted up and fed into some kind of housing built in to the ceiling.
There were three very short women in front of all the rest, at least half a foot shorter than Andrea despite being in unforgiving ballet heels. Two were in all white latex and one in all black, but aside from the color the outfits were identical and very plane. Their arms were in latex bondage mitts, held together behind their back by a simple carabiner. Their thighs were held together with a very wide strap, forcing their knees together and making them look like they were barely able to walk. They were gagged with ballgags matching their outfits color, a line of drool could be seen dripping between their uncovered breasts.
Behind those three were another four woman bound even more tightly, standing between the gaps created by the three short people so that they were in no way blocked. At one end was a burly broad shouldered woman wearing black latex. Her arms were pinned against her side in multiple places as a kind of net of straps encircled her torso. A final wide strap was around each thigh that had a cinch to hold her wrists close to her sides. Her collar was extra high, rising up past her chin and and extended down over her shoulders. A secondary net of straps crossed over her head, ensuring that while she might be able to open her mouth there was no possible way she could significantly move her head in any direction.
Beside her was a woman dressed in what looked like white latex pony gear. The outfit held her arms in a folded sleeve behind her, which fastened to her tight corset. She was tall, taller still by the high pony boots she was wearing. Her black hair came out in a single ponytail at a sharp angle behind her white latex hood. She wore a bit harness with side blinders and raised ears to complete the look.
“This is perhaps our biggest project, our flagship if you will. A full 34 woman living chess set. You see of course the pawns at the front, the rook, the knight most obviously,” Vahab explained as he pointed out the short women, the muscular one and finally the one in pony gear.
“Then I guess these two are the queen and king?” Megan asked as she looked at the two remaining women.
The one Megan guessed was queen wore a long black latex dress. The skirt was cut however in such a way that it still provided no shield for her crotch. Her corset was almost cartoonishly narrow, covering the lower half of her breasts but giving her more than ample cleavage. She was taller than Andrea, but only by virtue of her black stiletto boots she wore under her dress that went up to her thigh. Her wrists were in latex cuffs attached to a strap around the corset just above either hip. Her arms were further restricted by another strap wrapped somewhat loosely just above her elbow, keeping her arms very secure.
The king piece stood beside the queen and was if anything even taller. She wore the same kind of ballet shoes as the pawns wore, but with a short chain between them instead of a strap above the knees. The chain was golden, and connected the gold colored cuffs at her ankles by no more than 9 inches. She had a similarly gold pair of shackles locking her wrists no more than 6 or so inches of slack. A final gold chain connected the two, making an very shiny manacle that kept her movements very restricted. Her head was covered in a golden colored metal harness. It held a ring of red gems around her upper head like a crown.
“Very astute,” Vahab complemented. “The pieces are led around by motorized railings in a ceiling structure that we set up above the large board, as you can see all these different pieces connected to now. Two teams, each deciding the next move of their side and enjoying the spoils of whichever pieces they are able to capture. A captured piece is led off the board before the lead releases their leash. The team who captured them may then do whatever they wish with them, with only a very small number of restrictions. Once the game is over, the winning side and only the winning side is then free to have their way with all 34 women until the start of the next game. If you are to have a truly large party it is something to consider.”
“It’s certainly ambitious. I’m not sure a party and chess really mix..” Sanvi said bluntly.
“Which is why it’s 34 women not 32. There are 32 pieces, as well as a ‘player’ for each side,” Vahab explained before pointing out another woman that had gone almost unnoticed at the side.
She wore a much more shiney suit than all the rest, it looked vaguely wet when seen next to the others. While she seemed to have four latex cuffs over top of her suit at her ankles and wrists, she was in no other kind of bondage or restriction not even to the roof. She further stood out because of just how form fitting her latex sat from the neck down, almost like a second skin. She seemed naked rather than dressed. There were no visible seams, each individual toe was covered separately and she was otherwise flat footed. It was like from the neck down everything had been melted or painted onto her. It cupped her breast tightly, holding them firmly upright while giving only the smallest peak at her exposed nipples. The rare openings had a ridge of fabric along each border like there was around the openings of her eyes and mouth. At her crotch there was also a ridge, but it did not seem to transition between flesh and latex. Instead, it seemed the suit not only continued along her crotch but in fact made room and even entered her without ever touching real skin.
“The two women players are both more than happy to try to play if the guests don’t wish to, and are both quite good. They can be instructed ‘win at all cost!’ or ‘capture that particular woman over there,’ no need to concern yourself with gambets and strategy if you don’t wish to,” Vahab continued as he nodded at the shiny woman. She quickly reached over to retrieve a tablet, enclosed in a rugged case and showing a screen of a chessboard. “Now you can choose to have penalties or not, but these players are equipped with various electrical shockers around their nipples and crotch. Some guests have been known to dole out whippings based on the lost piece’s value.”
“So I’m guessing, pawns in the front, then rook, knight, queen then king. What about bishops?” Megan said as her eyes darted around from detail to detail on the woman’s outfits.
“Well, these are our standard outfits, they will always be dressed as they are here. What can be customized is the the bishop. Who should actually.. be out by now. Apologies, but they must still be getting dressed our demonstration hours are just beginning.”
“What about if some of our guests wanted a turn being one of the pieces?” Sanvi said as she looked at the bound women and pondered.
“We bring some extra outfits in extra sizes for such an occasion, the guests would need to be willing and sign the terms and all that of course. Many times people want to join in, usually as king or queen, but we are prepared for more and have on occasion accommodated about half the board being full of guests or women provided by someone else. With the way the pieces are led around by leash it means that their fate really is not their own and many people enjoy that,” Vahab explained. He quieted down as he heard a small commotion coming from behind an opening in the back panel. “Speak and they shall appear I guess!” he said as he saw two woman walking slowly into sight, led by a small moving lead along the roof guiding them to stand to the other side of the main grouping, opposite the unrestrained player. “As you can see, this piece has two variations. One western and one more locally inspired.”
It was clear from the appearance of the two new women what he meant. The first woman out was in a tight white latex dress that went down to just above her knees. She wore a draping piece of fabric around her head and around her shoulders. Portions were accented black like a photo negative of a nun’s habit. Her hands were fused together in a praying position just below her covered breasts, held in a single glove latex enclosure that went down to her wrists. There were two silver chains attached to the single glove, one going up around her neck like a necklace, the other going tightly around her chest below her breasts. She was ungagged and let off a brief smile before turning around part way to show her rear. The dress left her ass exposed, a single wide window of missing fabric left her almost begging to be spanked.
The other girl who came out was in black, with a long loose piece of fabric tied around her waist and draping down between her legs nearly to the floor. A large red dot sat at her forehead, making her stand out as the only one with color on their latex. She was draped in decorative silver chains, around her hips, at her forearms, at her ankles and a chain connecting her nose to where her ear should be under the hood. She was barefoot and the latex contoured to each individual toe like the “player” but without the same shine. Her wrists were down at her lower abdomen, in cuffs connected to her waist chain. Her large breasts were pushed through a slightly narrow opening in her latex, they stood out proudly but not visibly discolored. There was a piercing through each nipple, with a chain connecting each piercing with the collar. It seemed to pull her breast just enough to keep them perky and up.
“So what do you girls think?” Sanvi asked Andrea and Megan.
“I.. I don’t even know where to start..” Andrea said as she looked at the intricateness and tried to imagine a board of 32 women all bound like these demonstration models.
“So we could.. I mean guests could actually be put in these suits?” Megan asked.
“Yes, very common among those who rent this set that they may have some women in particular in mind they’d like to make their queen or king,” Vahab explained reassuringly.
“Good to have money I can tell you that,” Andrea said before beginning to walk around the next wall to see what else this place had.
As Wen and the other woman approached, one of the cages had already begun to very slowly descend from the ceiling. It was held by only a single large cable attached above the head. The cage wobbled slightly as it descended, seeming very unbalanced by the slight movement. One of the woman tied on the ground began to roll away, using her limited ability to move to get out of the way of the falling cage. She lay back on her arms, which caused her to arch out her chest, as she moaned and lightly tugged at the rope bindings holding her legs together. She began to inch herself closer to Zainab and Ravi and came to a rest just inches away from Zainab’s leg, making her moans and murmurs all but impossible to ignore.
“<Her name is Kiko, feel free to touch her if you wish. They are punished for initiating contact but you are free to initiate if you wish,>” the sales woman said as she stood waiting for the cage to drop its final few inches and unlock. Wen was once again kneeling with her hands folded behind her back and her legs spread wide, waiting patiently for her fate.
Zainab looked around and noticed there were other women who were beginning to slither their way over, sliding themselves over a few inches at a time. The padded material was somewhat slick, certainly not as smooth as ice but enough to make the floor slippery enough that this seemed to be a natural kind of movement. “<And what’s your name by the way?>” Zainab asked looking back at the woman.
“<My name is Saya, and like all hosts here I too am available if you wish,>” the saleswoman said as she slightly bowed her head.
“<Well, we’re having a bit of a party tomorrow and wanted to basically go all out. We’re just seeing what is available,>” Ravi said, finally letting go of Zainab’s hand as he talked and made gestures.
“<Well you will not find almost anyone more well trained in being the life of the party. We all are exceedingly flexible, we all have very high pain tolerances and we are all skilled at both enduring rope bondage as well as rigging it. I suggest that you rent at least two at a time, which will allow one to expertly rig the other, if you’d rather tie them yourself you must of course take liability should anything go wrong,>” Saya explained as the cage finally came to a rest on the floor. She opened the back like double doors to a large closet. The floor of the cage had a large heavy chain and a wide assortment of other things held in a plastic tub. The chain was dark and dull, like the kind that might hold heavy equipment to a flatbed truck. Saya grabbed the chain and began to wrap it around Wen in a way that seemed to mimic the same traditional style harness of everyone else. It was even “cinched” in places with the very liberal application of locks to hold things in their place.
“<So what do you think Zibi? This more up your alley?>” Ravi asked quietly.
“<Yeah.. it’s something alright,>” Zainab said as she finally bent down to feel Kiko’s soft skin. It felt like it had been oiled down, though not with anything that seemed to rub off on her hands. Kiko bent into the touch and smiled , reveling in the attention. Down so close, Zainab could hear the vibration of her piercings more distinctly than the general buzz that had become white noise to the room. It seemed to be going slowly, enough to keep going and keep vibrating, but not enough to do almost anything else but demand attention. “<How fast can the vibrators actually go?>”
“<They are designed to not go very fast, probably about equivalent to a low to medium on most standard vibrators. Their unique shape and placement means that we take extra steps to ensure that no long term damage occurs. It is still more than enough to be felt, both by the girl and by whoever is using her. They are powerful enough that they can be felt by most men even during anal sex,>” Saya said as she closed the last lock into place around Wen’s chain harness. The weight of the chains was evident, she had used at least what looked like 20 or so feet of chain in order to mimic the rope’s style of harness. Along with the many heavy duty locks it looked like at least 30 pounds wrapped onto Wen’s otherwise slender frame.
Saya reached back into the cage for the plastic container that held everything else she needed. There was a rather bulbous anal plug which had a black line dividing it in half with a red and black wire came out of it at the base. There was a metal gag that seemed identical to what everyone else was wearing. The gag was metal along the front with leather straps that buckled along the back, fastening around the wearer’s head rather securely. A very large dildo stuck out from the mouth flap, it flopped around as quite soft but it was long enough that it must reach the back of her throat or likely beyond. A hole in the middle seemed to suggest that the dildo was actually hollow and allowed the user to breath even if it did proceed down her throat. A small chain with two clips on either side and several metal weights in between. Then lastly came the shoes, which had many dull nubs lining around where the the heel of the foot would go. Any substantial pressure would quickly become painful.
Wen opened her mouth as Saya presented the butt plug. She seemed to enjoy sucking on it before Saya took it back from her. Wen then immediately bent forward, laying her face down on the padded floor and presenting her ass to Saya. She seemed to moan with pleasure as the plug was inserted before a short look of worry took it’s place. She sat back up and Saya had the gag ready for her. Wen felt the slick near-frictionless dildo slide in, pushing back to her throat as Saya pushed the metal front tight against her face. Her eyes went wide briefly before returning more to a normal size albeit with more than a few tears beginning to stream down her face. Saya then took the nipple chain and clipped it on to Wen’s two nipple piercings, allowing the weights to dangle freely back and forth.
Wen stood up with a guiding help from Saya. The shoes were set out waiting for her. She stepped into one before Saya bent down and closed the cuff around the ankle. She stepped into the other with her eyes briefly going wide as she put her weight onto her shoe. Once she was locked into her other shoe, she walked forward into the cage with her legs nearly touching just to fit inside. As Saya closed the door behind her, she took the red and black wires from Wen’s anal plug and connected them to two outlets in the base of the cage.
“<40 minutes confirmed..>” A robotic voice seemed to call out before the cage began to rise. It wobbled as it did.
“<Our cages are designed to be humbling and uncomfortable. This is our price for mistakes, this is why we are all so well trained. If any part of her touches the edge of the cage she will be zapped through her butt plug, a shock that will only grow in power with each penalty. This include touching with the chains around her chest, the nipple chain or its dangling weight, or the metal gag around her head. Her shoes are meant to be uncomfortable if she puts too much weight on her heel, which makes it nearly impossible to find a comfortable balance. And as any of them shuffle around of course they shake their cage, which only make the likelihood of touching the sides go up. Anyone who is sentenced to more than two hours are given a different fitting that allows them to relieve themselves over that time,>” Saya said as she pointed to the various parts of the cage as it ascended beside her. “<Cumming without receiving permission for example can be several hours depending on severity. Simply failing to be pleasing is a punishable offence, if the client is willing to state that they were unsatisfactory while wearing a Truband to ensure honesty. It is how we ensure that almost no one is ever unsatisfied by any of us.>”
Andrea and Megan marveled not just at the intricateness of the various games on display, but also the sheer volume. They were nearly losing count of how many different turns and twists they’ve done in this dimly lit showroom. The only time that more than one was visible at a time was near the water games, where the floor changed to a more solid material and had drains to get rid of any excess water lost in the demonstration. Both of them seemed to be some derivation of a target game.
The first of them a woman straddled a long wedge on a pillar that would hydraulically lift as you filled up the tank by shooting through the bullseye. As water filled the take the wedge would raise, lifting the girl off her feet. Attached to her nipples were strings that attached to springs on the floor. As she raised up, she would need to bend forward more and more to avoid the springs pulling painfully on her nipples. But if her metal collar ever touched the wedge she was out, the winner is whoever can get their girl to either surrender or raise up enough to touch a trigger rod at the top. Either way the loser would be punished with a stiff shock to both her pussy and nipples.
The other one, a girl was in a very narrow water tank, very much form fitted to her body. Only the clasps on the outside could swing the door open and release her. Her arms were up above her, because there was simply no way to bend them any other way. When the water would come rushing into the tank by whoever was holding the high volume water gun, it would climb quickly because of how little extra volume was available. In her hands, the girl held two wires on a weight dangling above the tank but shielded from the water gun. If the girl drops it, accidentally or purposefully, everyone’s tanks will empty a little bit. Whoever dropped the wires will receive a shock and will be “out” as everyone else continues to have water shot into their tank.
Sanvi was surprisingly unphased by all this. She was certainly engaged, but in a way that made it seem like none of this was unusual or new. She engaged in small talk with Andrea or peppering her with questions about Zainab more than she was asking questions about the items.
“Hey I recognize those..” Megan said as they turned a corner and saw a large rectangular box with a pair of latex clad legs peeking out.
“Yes, they are one of our more common rentals. The chess pieces may be our flagship pitch but these are one of the early ideas that made us famous enough to take that risk in the first place,” Vahab explained as he got closer. “Do you know how the game is played then? Not that you need to have it be a game when you rent it of course.”
“Where do I know this from? It’s kind of fuzzy,” Andrea said
“Remember at the new years? You tried to ask if you could put me in one of these?”
“Oh right, I think. Sorry that night’s all kind of a blur.. Oh shit!” Andrea said as she had a sudden realization. She got out her phone. “Totally forgot to call Zainab, tell her we’re ready to meet up.”
“So did you? Did you end up going into one of those boxes?” Sanvi asked Megan.
“No.. I was.. it was a lot of people around and.. I guess technically I never quite got an answer, Sophia kind of swooped in first,” Megan explained.
“We do offer rentals of just equipment in our main area.. I’m getting the sense that is maybe more what you are interested in?” Vahab asked.
“Maybe, but I assume this path thing circles around back to the main store soon?” Sanvi replied.
“Yes, we have only one more exhibit, something we also rented out for that New Year’s festival where women are tied to polls and you may choose what to do with them. But it sounds like you may not be needing more girls simply more equipment?”
“Perhaps, we can’t know until we look,” Sanvi replied again.
“Ok, well they’re meeting us here I guess. They said they’re done too,” Andrea said as they hung up the phone. “She seemed kind of out of breath or something..”
“Probably bad acoustics.” Sanvi said. “That or you interrupted them mid hot steamy sex,” she teased quietly.
“Hey come on.. not even as a joke,” Andrea said as she shoved back.
“You’re the one that brought it up first,” Sanvi replied before once again shrugging her shoulders.
“<So you say everyone is trained as a rigger, does that mean they could tie guests who might want it?>” Ravi asked as he went down to one knee to be at Zainab’s level and examine the bound woman near them a little closer.
“<Yes, you are free to use any of them as riggers if you wish. All that is included in a standard rental, the only thing we offer that is extra are the keys to their chastity devices,>” Saya explained.
“<You mean they don’t just automatically get let out? That almost seems cruel,>” Zainab said as she moved her hand down to feel the metal dome that hid access to the woman’s clit. And yet it seemed the vibration of the rings did vibrate the whole structure, which included the rod that presumably traveled through the woman’s clit. It was faint, but it was there. She couldn’t help but catch herself biting the side of her lip as she thought about the frustration and denial that such a setup would cause.
“<We are all very fond of and used to anal sex. So even those who decide against renting the key have no difficulty using us sexually. Some even prefer it, with it on we have a very present reminder of our place. We are here for your pleasure, not ours,>” Saya replied. “<Kiko for example is one who prefers being taken in the ass from behind, isn’t that right?>”
Kiko vigorously nodded her head and rolled over onto her stomach. She began to raise and present her ass, suggestively thrusting even if at a very small increment. Zainab bent down to grab hold of the large central point of the harness, pulling Kiko up to get a better look at the rope work. But as she stood the woman up, albeit still on her knees, she began protesting and shaking. The high pitched wines startled Zainab who immediately let go. Kiko fell forward which on the slick mat was enough to knock Zainab off her feet. She ended up laying on top of Zainab’s legs, lying still to catch her breath.
“<I apologize for not warning you earlier but I was not sure if Wen had already covered this. None of them are allowed to be above that orange line along the wall. They are forced to crawl around, and if they don’t there is a small chip that sends out a shock to them. Since you are the one to force it, Kiko will likely not be punished further, but please don’t do that again. So long as they are here we like to enforce our codes.>”
“<No.. my bad, I just kind of started grabbing, but the ropework it looked almost textbook perfect. I wanted a better look,>” Zainab explained without getting up from what was actually a rather comfortable floor.
“<If she had done that on her own, it would be grounds for several hours in the cage, possibly longer if she refused to comply for long,>” Saya said as she walked over to the wall and opened a small panel. She retrieved a few coils of rope and returned to Zainab. “<As you can see we use the highest quality rope. It is handspun three strand hemp grown and manufactured in Korea. We then treat it ourselves to ensure it meets our own standards. We boil it, burn away the loose strands and infuse it with organic coconut oil. The result is soft but tough, it will hold a knot, it will handle heavy suspension, and importantly: the smell,>” Saya said as she handed a bundle of the rope to both Zainab and Ravi.
Zainab was surprised at how soft it was. It felt almost more like cotton than any hemp she’d felt. She was part way through a sniff when her attention was retaken by Kiko, who began to inch herself forward along the floor towards Zainab. “<I’m sorry I didn’t mean to shock you,>” Zainab said as she outstretched a hand to pet the poor girl.>”
“<Count yourself lucky, if you were one of them you’d be up in one of those cages right now,>” Ravi said in an only half serious tone.
“<Yeah, I’d probably do terrible here,>” Zainab said as she turned her head to look over at the cages, now four of them with people inside. She could see Wen already shaking as she struggled to get comfortable without touching the sides. She looked back down at the ground and saw more women circling around her but at an ever so slight distance. She put her hands behind her back and tried to imagine. She wasn’t even fully sure why, but these women all looked so exuberant. And with her own encounter that morning with an unfulfilled tease, her mind still seemed a little preoccupied on the little vibrators that all these woman had humming away, teasing them to coax out a better higher height of desire and need.
“<Penny for your thoughts?>” Ravi said as he stood over Zainab.
“<Shut up!> Zainab said as she rolled her eyes.
“<Would it be out of line.. Could we see your handiwork on my friend here?>” Ravi asked Saya as he waved his coil of rope around. Zainab shot up, wide eyed and looked at Ravi. Ravi bent down “<I mean.. that’s what you were picturing wasn’t it? And I’ll be here the whole time. You’ll be safe, I promise,>” Ravi said reassuringly as he stared into Zainab’s eyes. Without breaking eye contact he took hold of her arms and began to guide them up to be folded behind her back. Zainab swallowed her nerves and nodded her head.
Saya began in earnest, unravelling the first coil and wrapping it around Zainab’s chest. It was not particularly tight, two wraps above and two wraps below her breasts before the rope ran out. Saya grabbed another coil from Zainab’s lap and used it to continue where the last rope had ended. The rope began to wrap around her wrists, still loose but very obviously secure. Then, using the last bit of rope, Saya began to cinch the harness and it quickly became no longer loose.
After Saya moved away, Zainab began to stretch. She heard the creak of the rope as it fought back against her struggle. She began feeling around for a knot, only to notice that it was tied to her top right cinch on the front side of her, far out of her reach. Zainab started to feel flustered, she wasn’t sure if it was the bondage, the naked and moaning women around her, or some combination. But her cheeks were feeling warm and her breath had certainly quickened.
“<Here, let me help you down,>” Ravi said as he gently lowered Zainab onto her back. “<After all, you need to stay below the orange line remember?>”
Zainab looked over and saw Kiko right beside her. She smiled at Zainab with lustful wide eyes. Slowly she slid over, laying her head on Zainab’s shoulders, rubbing against her wherever she found that she could. Kiko closed the distance more, bringing her head up closer. She began to part her lips as she began to approach Zainab.
“<Wait.. no. No.. what.. what is just..>” Zainab said as she shot up.
“<Ok, I think she’s had a good enough test ride, overly forward Kiko aside,>” Ravi said.
“<I’m so sorry, I read this very wrong,>” Kiko said with a look of shame on her face.
A sudden buzz came from both Zainab’s pocket and Saya’s. Saya quickly checked her phone while Zainab kind of head gestured to Ravi to retrieve it. It was in the front pocket of her terrycloth shorts, he took it out, answered and put the phone up to Zainab’s ear.
“Hey, so we forgot to tell you earlier, but we’re already done with our section and we’ve started checking out some of the more fetish.. ish stuff. Where are you?” Andrea said in English from the other side of the call.
“Oh.. we’re just.. yeah we’ve started looking in there too. I’m just.. I’ll be out to meet you soon.” Zainab replied.
“Cool, well we’re at a really big one, lots of fancy crazy game stuff and equipment. Meet us here?”
“Yeah.. sure thing. Bye,” Zainab replied.
“<Excuse me, would you mind undoing this now?>” Ravi asked Saya as he hung up the phone. He looked up and saw her busy at work untying Kiko’s legs.
“<Very sorry sir, but once a punishment is assigned I must..>”
“<Yes I get it.. assigned by who though may I ask?>” Zainab asked as Ravi took the cue to begin to untie the ropes around Zainab himself.
“<We are overseen remotely, I do not know who is making decisions, or even if it is a man at all and not some AI made to run our everyday affairs. I only know that I must follow what it commands. And Kiko has been sentenced to the cage. I can call in another attendant to help if you want.>” Saya explained while working quickly to untie Kiko as a cage slowly descends behind her.
“<No.. I think I’ve got this well in hand,>” Ravi said as he continued to untie Zainab.
“Hey you!” Andrea exclaimed as she saw Zainab walk around the corner and into view. She skipped over and gave Zainab a light kiss. “So how’d your hunting go?”
“It.. went. So what’s that?” Zainab asked before pointing back at the thing Andrea had been studying when she first walked in.
“Oh yes, was just reading about this diabolical little game,” Andrea said as she led Zainab over. There was a solid pole standing out of a wide and several inch tall square base. At the top the pole split into three branches like a cactus. A ribbed small dildo was at one end, at the other was what looked like a standard magic wand with some kind of gel head attachment. The middle however was a huge, black dildo, looking closer to a small forearm than any regular kind of penis.
“Let me guess, you get on?” Zainab joked, noting the obvious.
“Right but see that?” Andrea said as she pointed down to two small platforms about 8 inches above the base, as well as what looked like two pairs of cables with clips at the end coming out of the raised base. “So you stand just beside the two platforms on your toes , and have them adjust it so it makes you want to stay on your toes every once in a while to give yourself some relief. Then you put one of these shoulder straps on,” Andrea said as she pointed to two wide and padded straps with a d-ring on either end. “Well you put the straps over your shoulders and then hook the cables onto them. You grab hold of this controller and it turns on,” she said as she held out what looked like a simple metal rod with a wide trigger along its length. When Andrea squeezed it the magic wand spun to full life, the anal dildo began to gyrate around near the top and the main dildo began to shake as well.
“And where exactly does the game part come in?” Zainab asked, feeling like Andrea got sidetracked by the sudden noise.
“Right.. well of course you’ll want a rest from that occasionally, so you can stand up on those platforms there to get the vibe away and the giant cock not quite so deep. But for every second you’re on the platform, the cables will start to retract. They’ve got springs or something, so it’s very clearly the more you stand up the harder it’s going to be to not be forced back down onto that cock. And since it was put there when you were on your tiptoes it could be real deep if you have to go flat footed on the ground. But as soon as you let go of the remote,” Andrea said before releasing the switch and letting it drop into her other hand. The machines instantly turned off and a noise came from the base as well. “It all comes to a stop and the cables release you. It’ll tell you how long you lasted and if other people are going at the same time it can be a game that way.”
“Of course.. I should have just assumed,” Zainab said facetiously. “You know forget the party why not our room?” she whispered, trying to get a rise.
“And we would put it where? Our dorm’s the size of a shoebox,” Andrea replied, deciding to meet Zainab’s sarcasm with deadpan seriousness. “Besides, it’s probably against noise codes or something.”
“You’re no fun..” Zainab poked as she gave an embarrassed smile.
“<Now kiss..>” Ravi murmured softly in Surdanese.
“<Oh you shut it you’re not as funny as you think,>” Zainab replied back with a raised eyebrow.
“But seriously.. you want one? I’ll get a few just in case,” Ravi said in more normal tone and in English while as he looked around.
“I already talked to someone, we’ve been through and I reserved anything that caught our eye. This one included” Sanvi informed Ravi.
“Oh, well then unless you wanna take a second look around I say we head off. Any word from your friend yet?” Ravi asked.
“Nope.. not yet,” Megan said as she checked her phone quickly.
“Then shall we continue?” Ravi asked. Andrea shrugged and that was good enough for everyone else.
“I still say we could have fit that in our room,” Zainab said as the left a small store that rented and sold nothing but cages as furnishings. She had been particularly captivated by a coffee table cage with the top made of thick shatterproof plexiglass. The table overhung past the cramped cage and the metal bars at the side were so close together not even an arm could reach through. The salesmen had even hit it with a heavy hammer to show it could easily support the weight of multiple people on top of it. “The ultimate centerpiece” as Ravi had joked.
“And where exactly do you suppose it would go?”Andrea said rolling her eyes just as she had in the store.
“Well.. we could keep it in the basement of my parent’s place.. OH! We should have done that!” Zainab replied.
“And you would explain that to them.. how?” Andrea asked skeptically.
“Well, we’ll have one for you to try out tomorrow anyway,” Ravi said as he walked up to Zainab’s other side.
Zainab turned to look at him but caught sight of two people just past him walking in their general direction. One man was dressed in long blue jacket with gold buttons that covered him down to his knees, albeit with very thin looking material. He was older and quite tan, with a very prominent and full beard, transitioning from grey to white. He held over his shoulder, quite casually, a thin metal leash attached to the woman behind him.
The woman being led around was naked beyond her bindings. Her arms were forced behind her in a reverse prayer position, held there by a thick leather sleeve that seemed to almost deliberately match her light brown skin tone. There was no visible zipper or laces, it seemed simply sewn shut. She wore nothing on her feet but a pair of heavy metal cuffs with four protruding d-rings that matched her heavy metal collar. On her head was a leather head harness gag, made of the same hue of leather as her armbinder and skin. The effect made it look from a distance almost like her face was simply oddly contorted as a black ball hovered in her mouth. Her black hair was held up in two buns to either side of the head harness, holding what looked like considerably long hair neatly tucked away. A large piece of metal jewelry sat at the bridge of her nose, held in with a piercing. She had large and noticeable ring piercings at her navel, her clit, both nipples. and an even larger one through her septum. The one at her septum was large enough to fit around a quarter and had the leash attached directly to it.
The girl was objectively stunning, and as soon as Andrea and Ravi also noticed her pass them by, they couldn’t help but stare. There was not a gram of fat anywhere there shouldn’t be. Her puffed out breasts were full and perky, the result of either some very fortunate genes or a very gifted surgeon. She seemed largely preoccupied, keeping the leash with just enough slack that it would not pull but not so much that she risked bumping into him as she followed. She snapped out of it briefly as she caught sight of them staring at her. Her eyes went wide but not with a clear explanation to the reason.
Andrea locked back down as she noticed out of the corner of her eye Zainab begin to bite her lower lip. “Take a picture why don’t ya!” she said jovially as she poked Zainab lightly with her elbow.
“No, they have rules about photographing other people in here..” Ravi said in a dry tone that Andrea couldn’t tell if it was sarcasm or seriousness.
“I’m sorry, I’m not allowed to look now?” Zainab said as she turned and wrapped her arms lightly around the small of Andrea’s back.
“Used to be you’d only bite your lip for me..” Andrea said, trying to couch her fears in humor.
“Oh she does that for you too?” Ravi said.
Zainab quickly refocused Andrea by lifting herself up onto her toes and embracing Andrea in a kiss. She moved one of her hands up to the back of Andrea’s neck, holding herself there as long as she reasonably could.
“I’m sorry what was I saying?” Andrea mumbled breathlessly.
“How about we keep on moving?” Megan suggested, breaking things up slightly as she did.
“Right.. sure.. oh we’re going the same way as those two aren’t we?” Andrea asked reorienting herself based on where they had already been.
“That or we backtrack for a bit and go around the loop we’re in from the other direction,” Ravi added.
“No reason we need to do that, is there?” Zainab asked.
“No.. no everything’s fine. We’ll just head out see what more we got,” Andrea said before taking Zainab’s hand and leading on.
They continued on down the hall, following the naked woman who like them seemed to be skipping this particular section of stores. She walked slightly slower than Andrea and her group, who began to quietly close the distance.
“Hey.. you’re not actually.. like hurt or anything that I was staring right?” Zainab asked after catching herself staring at the woman’s round ass.
“What? No, not really. I mean.. I was staring too. But it does seem like we should maybe.. talk about some of this, figure it out. I mean staring.. no problems I guess.. The party tomorrow is going to be very.. sexual I’m presuming? So where does that leave us, what can we.. I mean how much should we be..” Andrea said in a very hushed tone.
“Well it is my birthday tomorrow, you don’t think I should be able to enjoy it?” Zainab replied just as quietly.
“No, I’d never try to say that. I just mean.. if we’re.. if one of us did want to.. as he said ‘partake,’ then are we going to hold it against the other?” Andrea murmured, barely paying attention to where they were going anymore.
“Would.. do you think you’d be able to separate it? I’m fine, but then again I’m not all that normal,” Zainab replied quietly, though not quietly enough to go unheard by Ravi.
“And what’s so wrong with not normal?” Ravi replied. “‘Not normal’ is kind of the best,” he said with a slightly sarcastic, if also self-aggrandizing grin.
“I wasn’t meaning that anything’s wrong..” Andrea said slightly defensively. “I was just, I was just wondering what.. like.. counted I guess.”
“Look, it was only an attempt at a kiss, she broke it off pretty fast.” Ravi explained in Zainab’s supposed defence, guessing incorrectly what they had been talking about.
“Kiss?” Andrea asked. “When was this?”
“Just with one of the women at this store.. she read some signals I wasn’t meaning to send out,” Zainab tried to reassure in a more normal volume. “I mean Megan is single so it’s whatever with her. Right?” Zainab asked looking back to see Megan give a slight nod. “But we’re different maybe. Is that what you’re meaning?”
“I guess.. so then do we draw the line at just touching? What do we..” Andrea started to say before being interrupted as she bumped her hand into the naked woman. They had been slowly gaining on her without Andrea much noticing. Andrea looked up at the woman and instinctively apologized, but the woman didn’t even look back at her.
“See.. you just touched this woman’s ass. Nothing happened. And it’s a pretty fantastic ass I’m sure you’ll agree,” Zainab said with very raised eyebrows. “But this woman isn't coming back with us the day after tomorrow. You are. To me that’s what should be important. The rest is.. that’s just kind of how I am. Is this a big problem to you?”
“No..” Andrea said with a nervous smile. “No I know it’s.. you. You’re right.. I guess it’s just.. Well we just each went our own way looking for how hot people were. Sampling apparently even. I’m not even upset or anything about that kiss. It’s just that, well tomorrow we’re going to have a lot of stuff, lots of opportunities to do what.. well what a lot of people might think you shouldn’t be doing if you’re in a relationship. Sex and.. it can have hangups I guess.”
“Uh.. don’t. Just stop there,” Ravi interjected. “What’s the point of the hangups? She’s obviously choosing to be with you pretty seriously. She’s never brought anyone back she’d be willing to call a girlfriend or boyfriend or anything like that. You think some partying on her birthday’s going to change that? Sex.. that’s one of life’s great pleasures. If you like something, do it! You’re only hurting yourself and wasting what life is offering you if you don’t.”
“He.. might be blunt,” Zainab said as she pulled focus back to her. “But he also happened to basically take the words out of my mouth. Don’t go confusing..”
“No.. really. I get it,” Andrea said interrupting. “I just kind of.. I realized we never really nailed this down. I just wanted it said clearly so.. yeah. So no holding this stuff against each other.. that we’ll just all feel free to.. whatever we want I guess.”
“That’s kind of what I was thinking. We both enjoy ourselves tomorrow, I want to enjoy myself and I want you to enjoy yourself too. Maybe we go together, find something we both like. And 48 hours from now we’ll already be flying back together,” Zainab explained.
“Sure.. just glad we got that nailed down,” Andrea said.
“You sure? It’s ok to have doubts,” Zainab asked.
“Very sure, no doubts at all,” Andrea lied.
“So Megan, you’ll tell us if we pass anything you want to look at right?” Andrea called back shortly after they overtook the slave and master pair.
“Sure.. with the names not in English though it’s sometimes hard to tell what’s going on. Though I certainly recognize that one,” she said as she noticed a familiar logo and a big sign in the window with the word NESIC in big bold letters.
“Have you heard of them? It’s truly amazing what they’ve been able to do,” Ravi asked very excitedly while coming to a complete stop.
“Yes, we have known about them for a long time,” Andrea admitted without elaborating.
“Then have you seen their latest? All the backlogs and waitlists.. genius. They had investors practically making appointments just for the chance to throw money at them. Now they have enough money to be more experimental, and this is one of their flagship stores with prototypes for sale you simply can’t buy anywhere else,” Ravi began to ramble.
He was interrupted as they heard the slave begin to scream. Well, scream as much as her gag would allow. The group turned to look at her from a very short distance away, close enough to easily see her face. She was being pulled by the bearded man towards the entrance of the Synsermo Store. There seemed to be pleading worry in her eyes as the slack in her leash disappeared. She tried to put her foot down and plead for him to stop but the pull of her nose was excruciating.
The man finally stopped and turned around to look at her. He shook his head disapprovingly. “<I warned you what I would do if you resisted or made a fuss,>” he said in a foreign language as he looked disappointedly at her. As his hand reached up towards the jewelry in her temple, her eyes went wide again. She tried shaking her head, promising silently she would be good. At the last second, she looked over at the group. Once his hand made contact with the jewelry on her head her eyes went totally black. She wore a very special kind of contact lens, one with an e-ink layer similar to a kindle. At the touch, the jewelry between her eyes began sending a wireless power signal to the contacts, causing them to shift pigment to plunge her world into total darkness. And with her staring directly at the group it was impossible to miss. She looked possessed or inhuman, but it seemed to have worked. The now blind slave put up no more protest as her leash began again to lead her towards and eventually inside of Synsermo’s store.
“Should we.. do something?” Andrea asked.
“We don’t know what’s going on there, I say we just let them be.” Sanvi said.
“So does that mean you girls don’t want to go into the same store as that woman?” Ravi asked. “I promise you won’t regret getting a NESIC.”
“We’re already familiar, and we aren’t interested in going in there,” Andrea replied.
“Well then where would be somewhere you aren’t familiar with? You’ve been passing on the last bunch of stores, why not take a risk on one?” Sanvi asked.
“She’s right,” Zainab said as she scanned around the nearest few stores and pointed at one directly beside them. “How about this one, different but could be good.”
“Oh, this one?” Ravi said in what almost sounded like mild disappointment as he looked up at the sign that roughly translated to “Secret Dreams.”
“Where’s your ‘I’m open for new things’ attitude now?” Zainab shot back at Ravi.
“I’m not sure I’m all that interested,” Megan said, hesitating outside.
“Then how about we split up like before? I go with Zainab, we’ll meet you at the next store?” Ravi suggested.
“Megan, you mind just going off with just Sanvi? I kinda want to go with Zee into this one,” Andrea said.
“Fine, just text when you’re done,” Megan said as she and Sanvi started walking down the hall as the other three entered their store.
“So have you ever thought about this much?” Zainab whispered softly to Andrea as they entered the store. The hot pink walls and white floors on one half of the store were so bright they almost seemed to glow.The other half had black floors and rich royal purple walls, making it clear there were two distinct sides to this store..
“I don’t know.. I guess I honestly hadn’t given it much thought,” Andrea replied.
“Well.. I’m bi, you’re bi, seems on paper this could be interesting. Right? Kind of a somewhere between,” Zainab explained, even feeling shaking in her reasoning as the words left her mouth.
“Hello there,” came a dulcet voice from beside them on the purple side of the store. She was well tanned and wore a tight fitting black club style dress that reached to just barely below her curvy waist. It technically covered everything above her legs, but above her breasts and along two strips on either side of her the material switched from opaque to translucent like a nylon stocking. It showed off incredible cleavage and gave the appearance from the side like she was very nearly naked, helped by the clear and easily observable lack of any bra or panties. She wore what looked halfway between a metal bracelet and a smartwatch on her left wrist. “My name is Daisy, is this everyone’s first time here?”
The three each confirmed in various silent ways.
“Welcome then! I’m quite sure you noticed the divide, that’s to make things easier for everyone, to help them find what they are looking for. We’re all girls here.. but some are well.. they’re a lot more girly than the others,” Daisy said as she closed the distance between her and Zainab. In heels she towered over Zainab and stared down provocatively. She looked back up and surveyed across the other side of the store. “They all have their tiny little sticks locked away for long as long as they work here. We don’t even use locks, we use an epoxy to seal it shut. So if you want a girl with a working cock, you’re not going to want to look on that side. Is that, what you’re looking for..” she said as she moved her attention to Andrea.
“Well.. to be blunt I’m not sure, we’re not sure” Andrea replied slightly nervously. “I can honestly say I just don’t know. We’re I think.. open.”
“Perhaps you wish to look?” Daisy said as she began to hike up her stretchy dress. It was a little disorienting to Andrea. Daisy’s legs, hips, waist, and not to mention full chest, were all very feminine. But tucked between her legs was a rather thick penis curved around a pair of balls and half tucked between her legs. As she spread her legs for a better view, Andrea saw a large piercing that crossed through the head of the penis. One end had a small, gel textured ball stud while the other end was locked by a very short chain to another piercing at her scrotum. It kept her cock curved around and gave it no way to get straight and hard. “It might be chained now, but the chain releases whenever I’m rented out. It’s simply to ensure we never.. well never use our centerpiece when there aren’t any guests at the table.”
“Doesn’t that hurt?” Andrea asked as she couldn’t help but stare.
“Oh don’t you worry about that hun.. I’ve gotten used to it a very long time ago. Even come to like it in a way. Makes me appreciate what I’m doing, and who I’m doing it to,” Daisy said seductively. “And how about you chief?” she asked looking up to Ravi. “Is all this what you’re looking for or would you rather I show you to the other side?”
“Well,” Zainab interrupted. “Do you.. well do you ever go more.. kinky? A little BDSM maybe?”
“Oh you are speaking my language,” Daisy exclaimed with a smile. “I personally love it when the clients know exactly what they want and aren’t afraid to say so. You would not believe the amount of nervous first timers I get called into a hotel room for them to stumble around the point. If you want someone like myself, I can be the dom, or I can be the struggling reluctant submissive who comes to crave it despite herself. I’ll really be whatever you want me to be, but if you’re wanting a more natural submissive, I’d suggest this girl over here,” she said before looking over at the next closest woman, still on the same side of the store. She was dark skinned and wore a series of red lycra straps masquerading as clothing, covering herself but just barly.
“<Were you mentioning me?>” the woman asked in Surdanese as she glided over to the conversation.
“I’m sorry she doesn’t like to speak much English,” Daisy explained. “But she is still quite the little minx. I’m not sure she’s ever had a complaint. But if she or anyone else does not meet your standards, we do offer refunds, and of course there will then be punishment for us you are welcome to observe us endure. Her name by the way is Esta. <And if she didn’t tune out every time someone spoke English she’d know we were talking about her,>” she said, switching from English to Surdanese.
“<I could say the same to you, why doesn’t your sassy ass get better at our language?> Esta replied sarcastically as she walked over to join the circle.
“<I speak it healthy enough,>” Daisy replied, confusing the word meaning “healthy” and the word meaning “well.”
“<Oh honey.. no you don’t speak it well. How long do you have to live here before you learn our language right?>” Esta replied with a raised eyebrow.
“About the same time as all the other people who weren't born here,” Daisy replied. “<Besides, I can still beg for cock and pussy in any language and that’s all that really counts,>” she continued with a raised eyebrow of her own.
“Ugh, <foreign whore!>” Esta mumbled under her breath. The phrase was just a single word, “pashrandi,” and in the Surdanese language it was a rather serious insult, some would go so far as to call it a slur used specifically against anyone not born on the island chain. It had only just slipped out but Esta’s eyes went wide after she uttered it.
“And in front of customers? Honestly with the mouth on you,” Daisy tisk tisked in a gloating fashion.
“<You pushed me into it! You and your catty.. urgh..>” Esta replied in a low fuming tone.
“What exactly is happening here?” Andrea asked, long ago losing the train of conversation.
“Well what’s probably going to happen,” Daisy said before being interrupted by a flash on her bracelet. “Yes, what is definitely about to happen is that Esta here is about to regret the words she just chose to say in front of customers. You’re of course welcome to watch, should be quite a show.”
“Well, did you have a place in mind, or is this simply ‘I don’t want to see transexuals?’” Sanvi asked Megan as the two of them watched the other three go into the store with pink and purple walls.
“Mostly that,” Megan said. “Not that I have.. Like.. a problem with anyone being.. I just don’t really have a lot of interest. Feminine is not really something that turns me on.”
“And what would you have interest in?” Sanvi said as she looked around. “How about over here?” She said as she took Megan by the hand and began to walk across the hallway to the store immediately next to the Synsermo store.
“I don’t know..” Megan mumbled as she followed Sanvi into the store. The window front was decorated with latex mannequins, clad in tight restrictive clothing. It seemed to all be some combination of latex and hard plastic.
“Do you not like it?” Sanvi asked. “It’s very restrictive, you said you liked that.”
“Yeah,” Megan said as she allowed herself to look around more freely. “But I would probably never get up the courage to actually wear anything like this,” she said as she investigated what looked like a latex swimsuit that had two large pockets of fabric at its bottom, clearly designed to be inserted into the wearer. Megan slightly blushed as she made the realization, and thought about how sexual it would likely make her feel to have both holes pre coated in what she felt to be very slick, near frictionless latex.
“Is that a grin I saw?” Savi prodded. “You’ll certainly never wear it if you don’t own it. Please, I still got Ravi’s card. Get a whole set, it will be on him.” Megan thought about how to politely decline, but the words never quite came out and soon enough it was over and there was nothing left to object to. “Well we have you decked out, now we just need to help you find a reason to wear it.”
“I mean, about the only way I’d probably psych myself up enough is if someone was basically ordering me to. Andrea.. Well she might. But I don’t think I’d be able to tell her about it in the first place, so back to square one,” Megan explained.
“But even if you could tell her, it still wouldn’t be quite right would it? I mean, you said yourself, feminine doesn’t really turn you on, so why don’t we find you a master who isn’t feminine?” Sanvi asked.
“It’s not that simple. I get.. I get nervous and it really locks down my ability to say no,” Megan continued as her eyes darted down to the floor.
“I remember, you would get nervous about what people would think of you,” Sanvi said.
“I mentioned all that?” Megan asked.
Sanvi shrugged. “I’ve been told I’m very good at listening in a way that gets people to drop their guard. But if that’s the hurdle, come with me,” she said as she led Megan into the next store.
“So are you going to tell me what this is?” Megan mumbled as she nevertheless followed Sanvi into the store. It was brightly lit, with huge vertical monitors throughout the store, but oddly no other people that they could see. “You know the sign’s not in English, none of this is in English I have no idea what it’s trying to say.”
“Welcome, we are happy to serve you in English” came a duo of voices to Megan’s right. She turned her head and saw on the wall display a pair of digital people standing there to greet them. The both straddled the boundary just between good computer graphics or poor live video. Their bodies, even their clothing down to the strands of fabric looked all too real, but their faces had a slightly soulless quality to them still. The woman was immaculately dressed, draped in a colorful and intricate Sari, which by this mall’s standards was particularly conservative. The man beside her wore a buttoned shirt and slacks, unbuttoned at the top revealing just a patch of well tanned skin. His eyes were cold but piercing nonetheless. They both loomed larger than life, using up most of the wall’s ample height as they simply stood there, close to 10 feet tall. The two characters looked at eachother and smiled before the woman walked off and faded away.
“What exactly is going on here?” Megan asked slightly confused.
“I apologize if I startled you. I am here to answer any questions or assist you in any way I can. Our store here is unique, there are no people here. We are programs, but we are designed to help show what is possible, what we can uniquely offer. We heard you say you only speak English, so we will only address you in English. We noticed that between the two of us, your eyes drifted more towards me, so I will be the one to help you.”
“Help me with.. What? Sanvi never really said what we were doing here,” Megan replied, seeming to ignore that the dialogue was not with a person but a ten foot computer projection.
“This is a showroom of sorts for Automi Dynamics, have you heard of them?” The man asked. Megan shook her head. “Automi Dynamics is the world leader in cutting edge automated service providers. Our systems can be found in homes, in cars, and in businesses across the world. Nearly half of the stores here in this mall are run using one of our programs, custom designed for their specific needs,” he explained in a vaguely upbeat and almost proud voice. “But here in this location, we like to demonstrate our more personal rather than our industrious side. Personal assistants don’t have to be just for the office, they can help you in a number of ways,” he continued as he very slowly started to walk along the wall. His voice was getting lower slightly as he talked.
“I’m not sure what you mean by that,” Megan replied as she began to instinctively pace to follow him deeper into the store.
“Our programs, we observe, we learn, we pull from pools of data to interpret what we see and find ways to be exactly what you need of them exactly when you need it. Already, I can tell you are American, but the woman you are with is not. Your eyes gravitated to me over my lovely college, so she went away. I’m able to tell more than I feel comfortable disclosing, since you two seem to not be particularly well acquainted..”
“That.. impressive and all,” Megan said before looking over at Sanvi “But why exactly did you think I’d want to come in here?”
“You were saying you’ve got a problem verbalizing right? That you’re too afraid you won’t be able to tell a guy no? If you can’t trust a real man, and you don’t find the women in your life attractive.. Well here’s an alternative,” Sanvi explained, half to Megan half to the man on the wall.
“Wait.. what? Are you saying I should.. What are you saying?” Megan asked.
“We do offer many programs meant to act as a kind of sponsor, or personal overseer. Whatever the parameters, we ensure to the best information we get that everyone is acting within their bounds. In your case, it sounds like you don’t like to be the bad guy, let us do that for you. If you want more than just a sponsor, we have, quite a few virtual companions,” he said as a drawer in one of the standing displays began to open.
Inside were a pair of large bulky glasses, attached by a metal cable that gave megan only a few feet of slack. Their wide and bulky sides made them look a lot like some of the augmented reality glasses that were out there, able to project an image onto the glasses to make it seem like it were actually there. When Megan put them on she nearly jumped back as several tall handsome men suddenly stood before her. As she moved her head and looked around, they seemed to stay in place like they were actually there, but with a quick removal of the glasses it was obvious they were simply projections.
“I don’t know.. I don’t know if I’m quite that hopeless yet.. Maybe..” Megan said as she put the glasses back on and began to look around at the five men standing in front of her.
“This is merely one option,” the original man said as he seemed to walk into Megan’s virtual view as well. “A taste of what is possible, but not our only offering. Many couples employ one of our mediator programs. If you have trouble saying something, we encourage. If you simply can’t, we say it for you. A second voice, meant to complement but not control.”
“I don’t know,” Megan said as she took the glasses off. I think I’m in a catch-22 of.. I’d need one of these guys.. To ask Zainab for the money to actually afford one of these guys that I would need to ask her. Cause you might not have said how much.. But with this kind of stuff that usually means it’s too much for just me. Especially for.. Well for something I’m not even sure I’ll use.” Megan answered disjointedly.
“If it’s just money stopping you..” Sanvi said as she reached for and retrieved one of Ravi’s cards. “Trust me, he’s not going to notice. Think of it like a souvenir to take back with you.”
“Do I.. need to pick the um.. program..” Megan asked the imaginary man.
“Not at all, if you make a purchase of a licence today, something that is included with the purchase of any hardware, it can be for any one program at a time all on your schedule..”
Megan took off the glasses and looked down at them. She shrugged her shoulders and smiled. “I think I might like this..”
“Oh come now Esta, you know you might like this,” Daisy said as she led Esta to the front corner of the store. “You are quite the exceptional little whore, maybe it won’t even hurt that much.”
“<I think I’d only like it if you took the other bench to suffer beside me,>” Esta snapped back, though not offering physical resistance as she was led to a narrow padded device. It looked like a tall a-frame wooden horse, but much less wide and with padding covering the top and one side. Esta stood patiently as Daisy began to strip her of what little clothing she wore. She untied each of the lycra straps, revealing a beautifully large chest, firm and perky. Once the last had been untied, she pushed the skirt down over her rounded hips revealing a rather sizeable cock tucked between her legs with presumably the same piercing holding it in place.
“Yes, but I know that when I get catty I shouldn’t deploy the claws around customers,” Daisy gloated in a condescending manner. Esta grimaced but followed her lead, stepping up to either side of the raised block immediately behind the bench. Esta breathed a sigh of relief and anticipation as Daisy unlocked the piercing holding her cock to her scrotum, allowing it to flop limply and freely between her legs. Daisy took light hold of her cock and held it back as Esta brought her legs together atop the block, ensuring both cock and balls stayed behind her legs. Esta leaned herself up against the flat railing on her tiptoes, letting her hips come to just above the edge of the padded bench. Daisy quickly applied and tightened a series of straps to hold her securely with her legs together. Once the bottom most strap was on, Esta allowed herself to flop forward giving off an unrestricted view of her round and hairless rear bent over at such a steep angle. The cock between her legs was ladened with three piercings along the shaft, and was either naturally large or had already become excited by whatever was coming next.
Daisy removed the stand Esta had used to get up and placed it in the now open compartment below the bench. Below Esta’s feet, previously hidden by the box was a small line with two small cuffs at its end. Daisy placed each one around Esta’s large toes before it began retracting, holding her feet flat against the bench. She pulled out a bulbous metal plug, allowing Esta to wet it before very unceremoniously placing it deep into her ass, letting only it’s flat metal base be shown. She took our two final things before closing the cabinet. First was a trio of linked darby styled cuffs, one large one that shut around the neck and two more on a short leash to attach to her wrists. She was nearly held to a reverse prayer position if she didn’t want to be pulling on her neck. Daisy grabbed Esta by the hair and helped lift her up to look back at the other three. Daisy let go but Esta held herself up as Daisy took delight in applying the final item, a pair of lightly weighted nipple clamps. Esta balled her hands and grunted at each one as they went on.
“So Esta, don’t you have something to say?” Daisy asked rhetorically, with a satisfied grin on her face. A sound began to come from above as two large contraptions descended telescopically to either side of the bench.
“<Everyone who works here must go through,” Esta began to say half heartedly in Surdanese.
“English please, one of the guests only speaks English. And with feeling!” Daisy said, delighting in correcting her.
Esta gave her a brief dirty look before starting over. “Everyone who works here must go through extensive training. We are trained how to behave, how to act, how to speak all according to rules. When any of us violate those rules, it is as if we are forgetting our training. And so our punishments are taken directly from our former training and put on display so that everyone may see what we go through in order to be pleasing. I hope..um.. I hope my suffering is pleasing to you.” She paused to give equipment time to get into place, as it descended from the ceiling. She couldn’t help but shoot Daisy another look of irritation at how much it seemed like Daisy was not only smiling but holding back an even bigger smile. In front of her descended a series of three plastic dildos, each with tubes coming out of them and traveling back up the central pole. At the rear were a cane and a flogger, each held by robotic arm, each seemingly ready to strike.
“In front of me,” she continued once the descending had stopped. “In front of me are three fake cocks, they will all be slowly dripping fake cum out of their shafts. If I don’t suck and swallow it first, it will fall on the metal plate on the floor,” Esta continued, pointing out the wide silver tray in front of each of either bench. “It will weigh how much I lose, and will punish me for any waisted cum. A punishment such as.. a punishment such as this,” she said with hesitation before shutting her eyes. The cane made a loud whistling sound before making contact with the soles of her feet. It was followed shortly after by a loud thud as the flogger made contact with her ass and balls. Both times Esta bit her lip, but after the flogger retracted she let out a yelp as the third punishment, a powerful electric zap, was delivered straight to her ass. “It requires that I stay focused, that I learn to please multiple cocks at once, and takes quite a lot of strength to keep myself at this angle. Everyone here must be able to pass this test and dozens more before being deemed worthy. Another reason we guarantee your satisfaction, or not only will you be refunded but whoever disappointed you will be exactly where I am now. Enjoy,” Esta finished before collapsing down onto the wedge briefly to take the rest she could.
“20 minutes, starting now,” came a disembodied voice over some kind of loud speaker. Esta immediately sat back up and began to suck, first the central then the right dildo. As the left dildo dripped onto the tray, the cane took another swing at her poor defenseless feet. She didn’t make a noise, she was too busy for that.
“That’s.. That’s some training,” Andrea couldn’t help but mutter.
“You should have seen the essay portion,” Daisy joked.
“Wait, was there actually an essay portion?” Andrea asked, not sure if it was sarcastic.
“No.. I mean kind of. It’s not written or anything, but they do try to make sure girls like us aren’t just a pretty face and a tight butt. I did have to learn the language, need to speak English and Surdanese and I only knew the one going in, so that was no easy task. But when that’s the kind of correction you get for failure?” Daisy said before looking back over at Esta just in time for a powerful swat from the cane to emphasize her point. “But they made me who I am, and I kinda love who I am so.. I mean what’s not to love?” She said as she gave the group a cheeky twirl.
“I mean.. I like what I see, that’s for sure, how about you Zee?” Andrea asked.
“Well it’s not really my party, it’s his. What do you think?” Zainab asked.
“I mean..” Ravi started. “Do we really want.. Well are you all so ‘spirited,’ I guess is a way to put it?”
“Mmmhum, honey we’re all gonna have a little spark. We are professionals though, we aren’t gonna be making a scene. And that spark, that’s what makes us such spectacular little sluts. It’s that spark that makes a night with one of us mean you come begging for more,” Daisy said as she confidently strutted around the group and walked backwards towards the center of the store. “But if you want someone a little more docile, we have that too,” she continued, backing up with confidence as they began to follow her over to the pink side of the store.
“These girls,” Daisy said as she stopped in front of a dark skinned woman in a tight mauve dress. She was almost an exaggeration of femininity. Her breast were swelled and huge, with a narrow waist and a luscious thick waist and ass. Her rich dark red lipstick stood out against her dark skin, with long eyelashes and bouncy curled hair falling down to just below her shoulders. A white collar sat around her neck, reading out “use me” in rhinestone lettering. She stood tall in clear platform heels. “They go through some very different training than Esta or I did. They are mindless little cumdumps aren’t you?”
“Yes Mistress, I’m so happy to be a little cumdump,” the woman said as she mildly curtsied.
“Down,” Daisy said mildly. At nearly the speed of freefall the woman dropped to her knees and opened her mouth. At the edges it seemed to curl like a smile. “Bend over and present,” Daisy said in the same dull tone. Just as quickly, the woman spun around on her knee, raising her skirt and throwing her chest to the floor in one fluid motion. It left them with a glistening view of her vaguely oiled skin and the small chastity cage that locked her cock away. Her arms were forward, as if praying to whoever was in front of her, with an eye off the side of her head looking back at the people she was posing for. “Get up,” Daisy said, causing the woman to spin back around and get up onto her feet again. “Is that more what you were looking for?” Daisy asked, directing her attention primarily at Ravi.
Ravi didn’t respond for a moment. When he did he instead addressed Zainab. “I don’t know, what do you think Zibi? It’s less catty but I’m not sure if it’s actually an improvement or not.”
“I think.. something looks.. you look familiar somehow I think.”
“Dessie, might she know you from somewhere? You used to be from around you before you became Dessie didn’t you?” Daisy asked softly.
“Before? I used.. I used to be Darsh Asanvi. I was..” Dessie replied.
“<Fucking shit! That’s you?>” Ravi suddenly exploded, realizing where he recognized him from. “<Zibi, we went to school with him, he was a few grades ahead of us. In high school he was this huge jock! The guy had women draped off each arm. I even used to go to him to buy some mushrooms..> I mean.. the kind for cooking that is,” Ravi ranted before pulling himself under control.
“Sure.. I get you.. I personally love a nice risotto, really makes the walls just.. feel like they’re melting away. You know.. So long as the chief didn’t lace it with anything, that can really just ruin the.. dinner party,” Daisey replied with a over exaggerated wink in an attempt to defuse the tension.
“Should I be filled in?” Andrea asked quietly to Zainab.
“Apparently this person here, used to be a real jock. I went to the private school, and if he did to that’s why he’d be familiar. It was a lot less crowded, everyone kind of knew everyone kind of thing. Ravi’s not taking it well that he might have changed to a she,” Zainab explained.
“No but.. you’re saying it’s not weird? What kind of training did you give him? How are you.. this is messed up,” Ravi said, seeming genuinely disturbed.
“People change, you wouldn’t recognize me a year and a half ago I promise you,” Andrea said.
“Not this much.. What are you saying you could see me here like this?” Ravi asked Zainab.
“I mean.. I didn’t really know him, like not on a personal level, but yeah, I can buy it,” Zainab said right as she felt her phone go off. “It’s Megan, she wants to meet up.”
“Alright, well if you change your mind about any of us girls, we’ll be here,” Daisy said as she watched the group leave quickly.
“Hey there, got a little something?” Andrea asked Megan.
“Yeah.. just a little thing to maybe try. Could be something, could be nothing,” Megan explained.
“So.. do you want to just press on to the petgirl store? It’s kind of the only thing you mentioned by name and we keep sidetracking ourselves,” Ravi asked.
“Well we could,” Megan said quickly before they could set off. “But I also got a text, apparently Sophia’s just about to be pulling in. If you’re done.. well I’m kinda done.”
“Oh come on, it should be fun!” Ravi said as he started walking backwards holding Zainab’s hands.
“Yeah.. but just.. get some stuff you think I’ll like. It’s just tomorrow after all. It’ll be a surprise even! You can take me on a personal best of tour then,” Zainab said as she pulled back to stand with Andrea and Megan who were very ready to start walking out.
“Alright, well it was good running into you anyway,” Ravi said.
“Really good seeing you too!” Zainab called out as Andrea and Megan had already started walking away. She ran up to catch them after a quick wave goodbye. Andrea put her arm around Zainab’s waist and kissed her forehead. “What was that for?” Zainab asked.
Andrea simply smiled and squeezed her in a half hug. “No reason..”
Ravi let out a sigh as he collapsed into his car’s rear seat. The extended wheelbase sudan bordered on being an outright limo, with a partition and two pairs of seats facing each other. It was a sigh of satisfaction and of exhaustion. Sanvi had already gotten into the car and sat facing Ravi. “<I trust you’ll be able to handle all the change to the party tomorrow? This has gotten bigger now,>” Ravi said in Surdanese without making eye contact.
“<Yes Master, everything will be ready for her tomorrow,>” Sanvi replied meekly.
“<Not just her.. It sounds like her friends may be there too. They could maybe be fun in their own right,>” Ravi said as he opened the storage compartment in his armrest. He retrieved a metal collar, bright and silver with an intricate series of teeth at its open end. “<I imagine it feels strange not to have this on after.. What has it been? One year? More?>” Ravi asked finally looking at Sanvi. Her eyes were pleading, like the look of a starving man may give if you waved a steak in front of them.
“<It will be two years this April sir,>” Sanvi stated.
“<How does it feel to have it off?>” He asked as he seemed to examine her reactions.
“<I feel wrong sir,> she said as she ran her arm over her neck. “<It makes me feel like I am naked sir.>”
“<It’s only us now, no need to maintain the facade,>” Ravi replied.
Sanvi smiled and quickly removed her baggy shirt. She made sure to fold it neatly before placing it on the seat beside her. Ravi looked briefly at her now exposed breasts, complete piercings at her nipples. A ring sat around the outside rim of each areola, and a long bar pierced deep behind her nipple to hold the ring in place and to stick out her nipples at nearly all times. Sanvi revealed at the attention and her smile grew.
She sat forward onto her knees to remove her pants. She was not allowed to press bare skin against the leather seats of his luxurious interior without a direct invitation. And she was more than comfortable kneeling at his feet, it felt more right to her than sitting as an equal. Like the shirt, she neatly folded the clothing she had disguised herself in that day and placed it on the empty seat beside where she had just been sitting. A piercing similar to the one at her breasts placed a ring around her clit with a bar holding it securely in place deep behind the delicate bud. It had the effect of clearing away any nearby skin that might otherwise obstruct or hide her clit, guaranteeing it was always exposed and easy to find. She was now naked, placing herself in His prefered pose for her to wait in, with her legs slightly spread and her hands folded behind her back looking down at the ground. Her nakedness made her notice the strangeness of her bare neck all the more.
“<And this is why of all my slaves I brought you with me today,>” Ravi said as he petted her hair. “<You were perfect today, not just because of your history, but you did everything I needed of you and more. While we were split up, did you make sure to do as I asked?”>
“<Of course Master!>” Sanvi replied proudly. “<I found out many things about her friends, would you like me to fill you in now?>”
“<No, not right now,>” Ravi said as he placed his hand on the back of her head and guided her head forward into his crotch. Sanvi breathed excitedly, smelling his musk and feeling him get hard through his pants. “<Hair>” he said shortly after letting her head go. Sanvi quickly moved into her new pose, holding up her hair with both hands and holding it above with folded arms to give no obstruction to her neck. Ravi retrieved the collar and placed it around her neck, allowing it to click loudly as it shut again. The mechanisms slid into place and the collar was once again trapped around her neck.
Ravi reached back into the compartment and retrieved a pair of figure eight cuffs. They were smooth and shiny, hinged on one side with a large lock on the other. “<Kneel strappado,>” he said, causing Sanvi to quickly place her hand to the base of his seat while pulling her arms up and together. Her arms nearly touched under her own power and were almost perfectly vertical. Ravi placed the smaller pair of cuffs around her wrists, and placed the other just above her elbows with only minor muscle resistance. “<Rest,>” Ravi quietly instructed, allowing Sanvi to return to her former position with her legs slightly spread and her head downcast slightly.
“<Now, before we leave I just want to hear you confirm. You did contact each of the stores I mentioned? And there wasn’t a problem securing everything for tomorrow?>” Ravi asked as he reached for a small clip hidden behind a panel of padded leather at the front of his seat. The clip was attached to a leash, and he prepared to attach it to the small o-ring at the front of Sanvi’s metal collar.
“<Yes sir, there were a few already rented for tomorrow but when I said it was for you they cancelled their reservations,>” Savi explained.
“<The benefit I guess to owning half the stores in this mall, it doesn’t just make a good return but it has come in handy more times than I can count. And that store, the one I went in near the end, ‘Secret Dreams’ or whatever it was called, who owns that one?>”
“<I have no idea sir, would you like me to find out?>”
“<No, that won’t be necessary. The faster I forget I share my mall with them the better. And you my precious little slave,>” he said as he pushed a button to mechanically retract the leash attached to Sanvi’s collar. “<I’ve been spending so much time with Zibi that I need a good release. It’s like she’d been teasing me for days. So go on, get my cock out, you know you want to swallow every inch of it don’t you?>”
“<Yes Master,>” Sanvi replied with the zipper already between her teeth. With how hard his cock had already been it took very little work to coax it the rest of the way out of his pants. She began to suck, just as he liked it. Taking it all the way down every few strokes, making the gagging sounds that seemed to get his cock harder every time, all while providing plenty of suction.
“<Make me cum before we’re home and I may just let you cum during the party,>” Ravi said. Sanvy smiled pressed her head deep into his crotch, gagging and coughing as it pressed past the back of her throat. Ravi moaned and pressed his hand to the back of her head, holding her down as her hands began to squirm in their restrictive metal bondage.
Yay no part to a wonderful story. Will read this fully tonight when I get a chance to enjoy it fully.
ReplyDeleteI just finished reading yet another amazing chapter of this story, and I can safely say I am sitting on the edge of my seat in anticipation for the future update. This chapter is a perfect lead into what i can only imagine will be a most captivating chapter of plots and twists this tale alone could ever weave. ^_^ great writing. keep up the good work.
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Just finished this chapter and it was great. Well worth the wait. There was plenty for my imagination to deal with and it left me anxious for the next chapter to see what happens. My thanks for the time and effort that you put into this, it is definitely appreciated.
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This is a very good book.
ReplyDeleteI am very curious, how you get this ideas ;>
From the kinky adventures of four friends from Pennsylvania.
ReplyDeleteTo distress and blackmail at Lea's cabin at the digital hands of Lea's AI, Hannah, and the FetFair returnees.
The torture enured at Couesnon casino by Felix and his staff/customers, and the risque Christmas adventures of Andrea, Zainab and Megan.
To the Trip to Surdan where we met Zainab's family, and celebrate the new year's with old and new friends.
The Trip to the mall to see about acquiring birthday favors for Zainab and Ravi's shared birthday party, and the dark and deviant conversations in the back of an extended Sudan.
One can only wonder how delicious this story will turn out with Ravi and Sanvy taking the lead as the host for what promises to be a very kinky birthday party.
This cliffhanger is intense! We are eagerly awaiting what comes next.
Oh my! Such drama poised to happen at the party! I can't wait for the full uncovering of the story between Ravi and Zainab. Megan is becoming quite the interesting character. And Sex-In-A-Box™ made a new appearance! Can I say that I love that game? *wink wink*
ReplyDeleteFor some reason, my favourite part was the fact that the slaves at one of the shops didn't even knew if they were being commanded by someone or were instead obeying the whims of an AI...
Jolly good show, once again!
I'm so glad to hear how much you enjoyed it. I felt pretty safe this time around that there'd be stuff in it to like, but it's very nice to hear nonetheless!
ReplyDeleteI just hope I haven't set the bar too high now for the party itself! This chapter came about in large part because I didn't want the party to be super long or to stretch multiple parts. Then as I wrote it it kept getting bigger, now I've got a tough act to follow!
Well hang in there! Rome wasn't built in a day you know. Be it a super awesome and kinky Rome, Rome none the less. :)
DeleteI can safely say my lady and I love your stories, and can't wait to see the next addition.
currently re-reading Zainab and the White Christmas!
Wonderful. Love your stories they flow so well and doesn't seem forced at all like some others I have read. Teasing us at the end of most to keep us wanting to read more and waiting for the next part.
ReplyDeleteLoved the details you put into the peircings at the serpet place could clearly seeing them in my evil little mind of more or less an evil chastity belt for women. Love the Idea about the chess board as well never run into enough people around where I live to play a decent game. Not like I'm great at it or anything.
Now I wonder is Ravi a Villain, What's his angle ? How is Sophia going to react to this party cause is sounds a lot what she just got saved from?
Should offer tickets for summer vacation to your wonderful evil imagation. Just let me go home after 2 week in it.
Reallt great chapter thank you very much. Cant wait to see what trouble our heroines get into at the party
ReplyDeleteMy guess is that Ravi is going to put Megan or Andrea into a few games or maybe force a contract which in return for their freedom zee has to either contract herself or sell her part of the company to him
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DeleteI must admit I hope Ravi is "evil", as I like the non-consensual/reluctant episodes best. Could he force or trick Zee and/or the others into a contract? And in your background notes you commented that some countries accept contracts that others would regard as coercive enslavement; how "enlightened" is Surda? (some of the stuff described in this and previous episodes suggests not very much so).
ReplyDeleteOn a different tack, I hope we're going to see Lea again. Very unlikely in the timescale, but what chance of her turning up at the party as a Synsermo rep from their new store?
There is a Lea chapter in the works.
DeleteThe problem is like you say the time scale. A lot of stuff is happening in Surda over a short time while not a lot is happening in Lea's day to day just yet. We will be checking in with her before spring break is over. I don't know if that will be next chapter or the chapter after that. Some of it depends on how the party goes, if it's dragging I might slip one half in before Lea but if not it should be her chapter next.
The last chapter she was in brought her to either Sunday or Monday.. I can't remember now. This story takes place on Thursday, the party will be Friday with the plane taking off Saturday. That doesn't leave a lot of long recovery time for Lea before they get back, so I'm probably going to have to fudge that road to recovery a bit, but things will start looking better for her soon.
What a pleasant surprise to find this when i get internet back after a few weeks without it! great work as always :) can't wait to see if they said yes to the chess game lol
ReplyDeleteI know work and life take precedent over story writing. Still super anxious to see what happens at the party! Amazing writing, keep up the good work!
ReplyDeleteJess you are the best!
I'm not sure if you still read these comments, but in the hope you do, please allow me to say how amazing, astonishing, is your writing.
ReplyDeleteIt's been increasingly difficult to find something that is both erotic and concise, sexual yet deep (no pun intended), that is not a cheap thrill at the end of a wordporn. And you nailed it all.
Some chapters stole my breath and my sleep. Sophia's behavior at her cruxification, the weight on Lea's shoulder, the helplessness of it all hit home in my gut (I'd say soul, but let's go with gut) and how each one cope afterwards, how they develop, marvelous. How Megan stutters with underlying guilty for wanting something that was forced upon her friend, fears which I have seen on actual people in my life (a friend that fantasises about rape against another one who had to endure the gruesome version of it), her insecurities a mirror of a discussion that happened in my living room.
As for "My biggest criticism (...) with some of Sophia's contract stuff", it is my (humble) opinion that this is actually one of the pillars of the story. When Paolo Bacigalupi wrote the Windup Girl, he made said girl go through his version of hell, from debasement, humiliation and pain. He's not half the sadist, but he went to his threshold, and that of his readers, with non-consensual sexual slavery. In that, I see no difference. That's why we have fiction, that's why we go to our taste's edge, and that's why I love this story so much.
When Terry Goodkind trains his slave-warriors from an early age, he gets to do it because it helps carring a message across, a bigger human issue embeded in his fictional world that translates to the real one. Again, I see the same thing here (even if he is a bit more obvious) when you deal with ethics versus desire versus fulfillment, and with the sizeable cushion already developed in your pages, should allow you to be as mean as you want to be and we'd still love you for it.
Thanks for the roallercoaster. Hope to read more from you.
best regards,
I do read them still.. mostly. I've I think missed a few but I generally do see them all. I just often times plan on responding later and then forgetting, or something along those lines.
DeleteIncluding this actually, I swore I responded to this comment but I'm not seeing it now so I must have done something dumb like closed the tab without hitting publish.
I do get where you're coming from with regard to non-consent. I do go back and forth still on it, and the only way to quiet that down might just be to branch the story, because I've now made some decent progress in coming up with an alternative path that I actually like. I can still go back, but I'm also curious to see fully where this new path goes. I can write broad outlines many stories ahead but the actual act of putting rubber to road can change things around in a way that can make the outline seem constricting more than helpful.
Before I actually started writing Zainab, she was actually going to go down a very different road. But as I wrote out the Thanksgiving story especially I realized I needed to change some of that up.
I hope over the holidays I'll have some time to write, but I might just relax some because the pace of work is draining.
Not sure if you are still active on here, but absolutely loved this story so far, its amazing how well you were able to convey the emotion and situations in tis story and i really hope you have plans to continue this.
ReplyDeleteI have yet too look further through your blog to see if there is anything else, but really want to see Leas reaction when she finally gets to see Sophia again, and also how Megan goes with the virtual master you hinted at in this chapter.
Either way, really appreciate your work and hope it will continue on this lighter path, would love to see the girls get a happy ending.
I like your writeing style , while I do wish the original 4 would have stuck together / Andrea and Lea confess feelings for each Other when things got weird… ( and don’t get me wrong I’m still holding out hope they reconnect and recover the friendship the group had ) I still found it interesting especially how Much Lea sacrificed trying the free sophie
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