Chapter 1
Sensuality in Cord
After four days Angelique was still not sure. When Avis was around it didn't seem so bad or so unusual for Angelique to have her crossed wrists tied behind her back. She and Avis had always prided themselves on being way out front. Between them was a trust born of years of a certain kind of intimacy, an intimacy only two girls can know. And which had made it easy for Avis to remove Angelique clothes and keep her nude. For them nudity was no big deal. Most of their intimacy had been without clothes. There was also the matter of the Sensuality Club.
It had been sweet of Avis to pay the membership which Angelique could not afford. It was a very large sum of money designed to keep the club exclusive. It was a feminine club and girls entered it only by virtue of being erotically inclined as well as rich. There were, of course, the girls like Angelique who were sponsored and financed by a member of some standing. These girls were rigorously tested and examined. But once admitted, possessed the same rights and privileges as their sponsors. Very few people had ever heard of the Sensuality Club and that was the way they liked it.
Angelique shifted unhappily upon the couch and wished Avis would come home. She had rubbed the cords with which she was bound against almost every object in the penthouse and no longer believed she could ever free her hands. She tugged and twisted a lot but no longer expected to discover the vital bit of slack she needed to escape. Avis had proven to be far better at binding a girl than one would expect. Angelique sighed and wandered to the bedroom which Avis laughingly had said was all her own. It was a nice room except for the bars through which she had to gaze if she wanted a penthouse view. She was given the run of the place the bars didn't matter much. Avis had explained that she didn't have to be tied up and put behind bars as well. The penthouse was locked in ways Angelique could not overcome. Nor had she access to a phone. The only restriction to her wanderings was the bit of nylon rope bound around each ankle and joining them with only about a foot and a half of slack, enough to walk but not enough to run. And she could not even kick.
There was, of course, the television and stereo, both of which could be controlled by a maiden whose hands were tied like Angelique's. There was also an abundance of reading material which the nude captive discovered was best dealt with by kneeling against the couch to awkwardly twist and turn the pages with bound hands with occasional help from cheek and tongue. Since the available entertainment was difficult and of little interest it left the expertly controlled girl with plenty of time to ponder the how and the why.
"It's wonderful the club accepted you, Angelique dear. The selection went without a hitch. Not a single negative vote. I really am pleased and you are going to be thrilled to bits. Let me kiss you. Everything normal!"
They had kissed perhaps a little too hungrily but that was nothing new. The new member was not thinking all that much about the club when she inquired, "The initiation you mentioned, what is it?"
"You'll take it in stride, Angelique, my sweet. It takes a little time and maybe I'll get you started this evening. Don't worry about it."
The Sensuality Club's newest member wasn't much caring but was curious. She could sense something was up and she knew from past experiences that it might not be a good something. But curiosity still prompted, "Get me started! Avis, what are you talking about?"
The loving arms of Avis Banner encircled Angelique's slenderness as willing lips once more engaged. "Darling, you're thinking of hot irons and ice cubes and having to service all the members, and all sorts of things like that. I know, I went through it myself."
"Sensuality." Angelique rolled the word upon her tongue. "It sounds gorgeous. And you told me some of the things. Do I really have to go through this initiation business?"
"Of course you do, we all do. And if you're going to worry about it, maybe I should get you started on the first step. Angelique, my pet, would you mind terribly if I tied your hands?"
"You mean that's part of my initiation?"
"What else!"
"It sounds harmless, not a bit dramatic. That is, if it is you who does the tying. No, I won't mind."
"You'll have to take your clothes off, darling. You can always refuse."
"There'll only be girls there, won't there? I mean like now?"
"Just girls, not a man anywhere near."
Angelique had made a swift and unconcerned shedding of everything she wore. "You've seen me like this often enough, and I suppose that seeing me in the buff wouldn't be that big a thing for the members. I'm thinking of that word, sensuality. What do I do now?"
"Turn around and cross your wrists behind you back. It's very simple."
The length of cord had come from nowhere. But then, why not! This was Avis's home and Avis had known this moment would come. Angelique found an unexpected thrill as her crossed wrists felt the cord, which Avis seemed to use with a remarkably special care in the encirclement of slender wrists. There was, she noted absently, not one single, final knot but several tightly tied ones applied as the cord went on. Then there was the final command, "I want you to try and get loose. I mean, tug and pull so as to show me whatever slack I've left behind."
That was easy, too. Angelique twisted and pulled her hands in the conviction that if she did so enough she would defeat the ropes and poor, dear Avis would have to do the job all over again. It did not happen. It was Avis then who did the tugging and pulling, checking all wrappings and knots.
"Where on earth did you learn to tie like that?" Angelique asked innocently. "I don't believe I can possibly get loose. I mean it feels so ... so ... Well, anyway, it's a real neat job. Oh, wow, if a man was to walk in now, I'd die! Just die!"
"The next thing is for you to sit down."
Angelique sat. This was exciting. It was something new. In obedience to a command she stretched out her legs to watch a thicker bit of rope bind her ankle before being carefully measured then tied to her other foot. "It's what they call being 'hobbled', Angelique darling. You're hobbled for sure."
"Is it to prevent me kicking someone? Or simply to stop me running?"
"Both. But that's the lot for now. You've had it for this evening and it's just a case of becoming accustomed to losing your hands and sort of having only half your feet. What's it feel like?"
"It's made me excited. I don't know why. Is it okay if I get loose?"
"Sure, go ahead, struggled all you like. If you do get loose, I'll have a red face!" She grinned at her friend. "And then you can tie me up! The girls probably wouldn't mind which one of us they got to do things to. Go ahead, give it all you've got, Angelique, my pet."
Angelique had twisted and tugged for a long time until she realized she was beginning to sweat and had made no progress. At the end of ten minutes she was as tightly tied as when Avis had tugged the final knot. Still curious she inquired, "I don't think I can get loose. There's no way I can get loose. What happens now?"
"Nothing."
The single word contained a message. Angelique was positive of that. The only thing left was to ask the obvious.
"How long are you going to keep me like this? An hour?"
"Until I'm ready to let you loose. You are staying the night, aren't you?"
"Try and stop me! This being tied up the way you've done it has got me three times as horny as I've ever been. Is this something those sensuality girls have discovered? Or is it just me?"
"Just a fact of life, Angelique. I've just remembered, there is one other thing."
Angelique had looked at the long slender switch, a branch cut from some tree and stripped until it was smooth. And she felt some apprehension for it seemed a wicked instrument to introduce to what had, up to now, been just a bit of fun between two friends. It was swishy and flexible as Avis played with it as she cooed, "You don't ever have to feel this, Angelique, my love. But it will be kept around as evidence of authority in case you disobey." Avis's voice became intensely sincere. "Don't ever disobey. It simply isn't worth it. Do whatever you're told and keep your skin unmarked. I hate this cane and I'll never use it on you unless you force me."
"Avis! You actually would! On me!"
"Only if you made me, it's up to you."
"All right, all right. But please put it away for now. Put it away somewhere that I can't see. I wish you had never brought it out."
"It's part of your initiation, dear."
Angelique became very aware of how useless her hands were when tied behind her back. And of feet with a limited value. The cane had vanished the good feeling and the heat of carnal interest.
"I think I've had enough," she said with firm decision. "Please untie me."
For answer. Avis kissed her gently and went away.
That had been the beginning!
She was victim to a tease, undoubted that was the answer. Avis would come back and untie the ropes so they could have a civilized nightcap and go to bed. Angelique felt positive her erotic impulses, dissolve by sight of the yellow cane, would then return and everything would be beautiful in the way it always was. But at the end of an hour the twinge of fear was once more nagging at her mind. And at the end of two hours she set out to do what she had been ashamed to do previously because of the hobbles on her feet. She went in search of Avis.
Avis was not in the apartment. There were locked doors behind which there were probably telephones. But nothing alive anywhere. Angelique shivered. For something to do, she deliberately tested her ability to adjust to hobbled feet. It no longer mattered that she would appear ridiculous, there was none to see. She learned how to walk but with slow, snubbed steps and felt frustration that she couldn't simply step out and walk normally.
When Avis did finally return, she was going to get a piece of Angelique's mind. But before she had finished compiling a number of bitter things to say, Avis returned to defeat the acid retorts by taking Angelique in loving and protective arms to kiss and fondle until anger was replaced by gasping breath and shinning eyes.
"Poor, darling Angelique, I was mean, wasn't I? I'll bet you were getting scared. I'll bet you were getting ready to give me a real blast."
"Well ... yes, I was."
"I wanted you to have that time alone and get those feelings you just experienced. We'll go to bed pretty quick, but let's first have a brandy and I'll tell you something else you'll have to know. Okay?"
"Of course it's okay. But first untie my hands?"
"Not yet, love. Hold your horses and you'll soon see why."
Everything was suddenly normal. It was cute having Avis hold the brandy sniffer to two willing lips. And to be kissed warmly by a very good friend. When it came time to refill the glasses, Avis, obviously struggling for words, changed the life of Angelique Martin forever.
"Darling, there's something I have to tell you and I'm not sure how to go about it," Avis said thoughtfully. "You asked me to untie your hands. But I'm not going to untie your hands or your feet ... not ever."
"Darling, I do wish you'd stop teasing. I'm not a child, I'm twenty-four, and that's too old to be teased as far as you're carrying this. May I have another drink?"
"I'm not teasing."
The blight statement hung heavy in the air until Angelique gulped greedily at the offered glass. Avis continued, "We've resigned your job for you and discontinued the lease on your apartment. We've let it be known that you've run into an attractive offer overseas. But instead you've become the property of the Sensuality Club, and I've been elected to break the news."
"And what else is new?"
"I know it will take time to sink in, Angelique, my sweet. That's why I've doing it by easy stages. I love you and don't want you frightened."
"I'm already frightened." Angelique snuggled close. "Please get on with this. This is the most boring practical joke I've ever been victim to. Is there anything more?"
"There's about twenty-five members of the club right now, and you'll be passed from member to member. While you're in any member's possession, she can do as she pleases with you. The club will make quite certain you are always kept completely helpless as you are now. Goodness knows when your hands will ever be untied, perhaps never. We have to keep you so you can't possibly escape and become obedient to the members' every wish."
"I don't believe a word of this. Avis, you're making it up. Please untie my hands, they've been tied back there so long."
Avis did not answer. A silence lengthened. It was one of those silences in which Angelique realized everything had already been said. She sat still to brood on the impossible while Avis watched anxiously, knowing full well how close to impossible it would be for any girl to immediately digest and adjust to such news. Angelique herself was wondering how much of it to take seriously. She was still inclined to see it as a joke, a tease, but this conviction weakened with every passing moment and the sight of her companion's face. As though trying to end the impasse, she said flatly, "I simply refuse to believe any of it, darling. Where does that leave us?"
"It leaves you with your hands tied behind your back, my pet, and that's where they're going to stay. So we will now go to bed together the way we always do. Come along."
The bound girl wrenched at her cords rebelliously. "I don't want to go to bed now. You've spoiled everything with your talk. I don't care if it's a tease or not but you've got me out of the mood for anything. Please untie me so I can go home. See, I'm trying hard not to be mad."
Avis took the selection of the Sensuality Club by one bare arm and led her to where they would share the night. Angelique had nothing to say about it because a handful of her hair was firmly grasped by Avis's other hand and she quickly found that it was just too painful to argue. She allowed her nudity to be thrust upon the bed where Avis made short work of her hostile silence.
Avis had things well in hand.
It was one more beginning.
Awakening was a strange experience for the girl. She had no hands and sadly restricted feet, along with memories of a night in which Avis had given all of herself to please. Having checked her bonds again, Angelique Martin was content to quietly dream until the girl who had bound her hands came awake and would no doubt end the stupid tease. Angelique had no doubt of it.
"We'll both bath together, darling," Avis informed brightly. "That way I can wash every little bit of you and get you properly dried and smelling nice. Oh, and by the way, I won't untie you. Don't even think about it."
"I think about it all the time. I want to be untied."
"Of course you do, darling. But you'll never really be untied again. We know it takes you a little time to adjust to, and that's the reason I've been elected to break you in. You needn't be frightened with me. You know that whatever I tell you is the way it is."
Angelique wrenched at tied wrists. "This doesn't have to be the way it is. Look, Avis, if having me tied this way gives you a kick, if it really makes you happy, I'll go along with you. I'll stop trying to get loose and I'll stop complaining. But I'll want your promise to untie me before we go to bed tonight. I'd say that was a pretty good offer."
"Of course it would be if freedom was in the cards, darling. But it isn't. You'll never be free again and that is going to take you a little while to realize. There's no way I'll untie you. No way at all!"
Momentarily Angelique saw it as time of decision but then realized decision was something she no longer possessed. Never in her life had she been so helpless, with her hands behind her back there was nothing effective she could do. The cords around her wrists imposed an inevitability, something final.
Angelique was strangely grateful for the steel band locked safely around her neck. Leather would have chaffed horribly through the night. But now the metal collar evoked a compulsion she could well have done without as Avis snapped a leash upon the small ring set in the collar.
"Next thing is breakfast. You can watch me make it."
A forceful tug made the information a command.
It appeared the leash had a snap at each end. Reaching the kitchen, Avis attached her seething prisoner to a ring already solidly embedded in the wall. Beholding this conveyance, Angelique retorted angrily, "You've prepared for this, haven't you? You've got everything fixed so you can attach me anyplace you want. And there's nothing I can do about it. Avis, darling, what's gone wrong? Why are you doing this to me?"
"Not me, darling, it's the club."
"Don't give me that! You could set me free right now and that would be the end of this whole silly business. I'd have breakfast with you and then go home. This isn't fun anymore."
"Drink your coffee and stop beefing."
"I can't even lift a cup any more, you'll have to do it for me. I don't want to be this way, I just don't! Please!"
Angelique sat and watch the best friend she had ever had prepare the morning meal. There was nothing scrappy about it and the constrained girl sipped coffee from a cup lifted for her benefit and ate food from a fork held for her. Angelique was hungry and the smell of food was good. The eyes Avis were close as she was fed and her revolt against tied wrists diminished with every mouthful.
"That's my girl!" Avis approved affectionately. "Look, darling, Debbie is coming to lunch and Betty will drop by for tea. You can talk to them all you like and they'll make a report to the rest. It really is an important day."
"I'll kick and scream."
"You can't kick, darling. And, if you scream, I can easily stop you be putting a gag in your mouth. Gags really do exist, you know, and the club has left me several samples in case you prove difficult."
The naked girl knew she was being tested but she wasn't sure why. But more and more the realization of helplessness was becoming a part of her awareness of the world as it now existed for her. Deeply hurt, she accused, "You trapped me, you persuaded me to let you tie my hands while I thought it was just a fun thing. Avis, darling, how could you do such a thing?"
"Better me than someone else. With someone else you might have fought and had to be subdued with force. You wouldn't have liked that and neither would I. Believe me, Angelique, my sweet, the way we're doing it is much the best. It takes a little longer but saves you getting into a panic."
Angelique was standing, panting heavily, her arms forever twisting and tugging against the cord, while her eyes searched the girl she loved for any sign that this was just a joke. There was no such sign. Fretfully, she complained, "But, Avis, it's unreal! You're telling me that a bit of cord is enough to keep me prisoner all my life, a prisoner to be passed around a bunch of sensation-hungry girls. Tell me that's not true."
For answer Avis held up for inspection the letter by which Miss Angelique Martin had resigned her job. And another in which she had canceled the lease for her apartment. Angelique read and damned near wept. "You're messing up my life! You're making me into a nothing! It's too cruel, I don't believe it."
"You will believe it, dear. Take your time and it will all sink in. Don't think about it too much. We've got Betty and Debbie coming and they're bound to give you some sort of new perspective. And you always did like them. What you have to try and understand is that although we keep you helpless, we all love you. We love you just as much as we ever did."
"Horseshit!"
Avis grinned. "You have to be feeling badly to use a word like that. But it's not horseshit, it's absolutely real. Take it as it comes, darling, you'll soon get used to it."
"No I won't. I won't ever."
"Stamping your foot that way hurt, didn't it? It's one of the reasons we'll always keep you naked. A naked girl has to be careful what she does and says. Darling, would it help if I gave you, say, five strokes on the bottom with the cane?"
"No, it wouldn't. Don't even think about it!"
"If one of the other girls was looking after your tuition, you'd be caned by now. None of them would have been as patient as me."
"Avis, if you love me, set me free. Tell the rest of them I escaped. Or this didn't happen. Or anything you like. But, Avis darling, I don't want to be a prisoner all my life, not even your prisoner. And I don't want to live in a house where there are rings in all the walls to attach slaves to. It reduced me to the level of a pet!"
"That's right, darling, you are a pet. You're my pet and you also belong to twenty-five other girls. Even if you don't realize it, you're terribly lucky."
Words were useless. In a frenzy of frustration Angelique heaved and surged and tore at bound wrists and roped ankles. Never in her life had she so exerted herself towards so urgent a need. Avis stood and watched the twists and the wigglings with a clinical eye. The poor darling was taking things hard and had an obvious need for an assurance beyond the power of speech. Avis fetched the yellow cane.
The tied girl refused to stand still for punishment. After the first blow, with its quite incredible pain, she jumped up to trip and stumble on the rug where more cuts imposed venom she had never realized so innocent an object could possibly possess. Muttering savagely, Angelique rolled and tried to get back on her feet, but the swishing cane found her bottom no matter what tactic she employed. After a dozen strokes she heard herself pleading, "Oh, stop it! Please stop! Darling, you can't possibly know how much this hurts or you wouldn't do it to me. Please stop!"
Avis tossed away the cane. "This is where I ought to clasp you in my arms and kiss and cuddle you until you feel better. But, Angelique, my pet, I'm not going to this time. I want you to let pain sink in and understand how helpless you've become. What you've just endured can be repeated by any girl in the club, in fact, I could start in and whip you all over again." She raised the disorganized captive to her feet. "What I want you to do now is kneel down, humbly bow your head and tell me you're a sorry, a silly girl, and thank me for caning you and ask for forgiveness."
"You're out of your tree! You sound like one of those cheap books they keep under the counter where the haughty heiress gets her just deserts." Angelique glared. "It's not me who has to make adjustments, it's you!"
"Kneel down and get it over with. Darling, I honestly will use the cane on you again if you don't."
With a dry sob and an air of "well, if that's the way you want it," the stripped girl sank to her knees and recited her lines in a voice boiling over with anger.
"That tone of voice won't be acceptable, Angelique darling," Avis explained patiently. "But you're under stress so I'll let it go. Let me get a hold of you, you deserve a hug."
Angelique was somewhat put off by Avis's approach. This was, after all, her best friend. She was taken in loving arms, but the scolding agony of the cane was still vivid on her bottom and in her mind. But helplessly she allowed herself to be fondled and kissed until she thrust her breasts hard against the girl she had always loved, the girl who had imposed the pain. Angelique could put no name on what had happened but something was forever changed.
Bemusedly she remember the knowledge of good and evil back in Eden, and drew a parallel. The strips now on her skin, which any one of twenty-five girls could repeat at will, created a vast gap compared to the Angelique of two days past She found herself crying on Avis's shoulder and sobbing in Avis's ear. "What's going to become of me! Oh, Avis, what's happening?" After a tearful pause, "Please untie my hands."
The Sensuality Club had made a wise choice in Avis Bonner as the girl most capable of breaking Angelique's natural rebellion without brutality. They wanted Angelique to comfort to a pattern in their sisterhood fantasy before being passed from one to the other for the pleasure of all. The Sensuality Club wanted two things from the chosen girl, submission and obedience. Telling Avis to put the girl into circulation when she was satisfied Angelique met this criteria. Perhaps they claimed to love Angelique, perhaps they did. But they were imposing upon her equal parts of slavery with that love. They felt awe in their own concept of a young woman utterly unique in the loyalties she could be forced to acknowledge.
Angelique's sobbing slowly died. Avis guided the hobbled girl to the waiting couch where the two girls sat side by side, one naked and bound, one fully clothed and free, to gaze upon each other in discovery. Avis estimated the distance Angelique had traveled down the appointed path. The girl with tied hands tossed away thought of freedom or being teased. For the first time Angelique Martin was catching a glimpse of herself as the Sensuality Club desired. As yet it was only a glimpse but it was there, and the cord securing her wrists seemed alive with intent. Everything had changed.
For the girl who now acknowledged herself a prisoner, there remained uppermost in her mind a fierce determination to escape, something she could no longer achieve by the good graces of Avis Bonner. She must contrive it by herself. Surely she could not become a prisoner for life because of a cord around her wrists, surely there it could not be so!
She twisted her wrists as she had done before but got back only a message of helpless as she had before. With an anger she dared not show, she determined never to allow the word helpless to become hopeless. Resignation to captivity was something she could not yet consider. Slowly she said to her companion, "I still love you, Avis, I don't know why. Not after what you've done. I don't want you to stop loving me. But what comes next? What are you going to do?"
"First off, I'm not going to untie your hands. You absolutely must understand that, Angelique, dear. Your hands are nicely tied and they'll stay that way. I'm positive you can't get them loose. The same goes for your feet. I love you every bit as much as I used to. But I have to ... well, I have to implore you to believe what I've just said. Stop thinking about your hands, or your hobbled feet. These things are a part of your life now, part of the new Angelique Martin."
"I just heard a door. Someone's come into the apartment!" Angelique was suddenly tense.
"That's Possie, the maid, she's come to make lunch. Or have you forgotten, Debbie? She'll be here in an hour."
"Oh, no!" Angelique was once more thrown into disarray, her voice a cry of shame. "You're going to let Debbie see me like this. Oh, Avis, please!"
"Why not?"
"Because I'm naked and because my hands are tied behind my back. That's why not!" the reluctant captive explained. "I'll simply die if Debbie sees me like this. She'll laugh her head off, and go back and tell off the girls. And she'll guess about you and me for sure. I don't want any lunch. Let me hide."
"You really must stop these emotional turmoil's, darling," Avis said evenly. "You got to remember Debbie is a member of the club, she's a girl who's going to own you now and then. I always thought you liked each other."
"Yes, we do, but not with me naked and tied the way you've got me!"
"Don't be silly, it's all in your head. At lunch Debbie is going to feed you the way I've been doing. You needn't think you're going to be a recluse because you're tied.
"Oh, by the way, about Possie, she's in on the whole thing and there's no use getting after her to untie your wrists. Possie will be as polite to you as ever but there's no way she'll help you escape. Understand?"
She was in a net closing tighter and tighter every moment. The club had thought of everything, there was no escape! Sulky, Angelique awaited her next ordeal.
Debbie Duval was ebony to Angelique's gold. She was thirty years old, swift, decisive, and intelligent. She surveyed the captive Angelique with complete approval. "She's positively darling, Avis. Give you any trouble?"
"Only twelve strokes. But she's not the least bit reconciled. She's been sulky for the last hour when she found out you were going to see her naked and tied."
"If you think I enjoy having you see me like this, you're crazy, Debbie," Angelique interjected angrily. "I don't seem able to do anything about it, but sooner or later ... !"
"Turn around Angie, I want to see the tie."
Angelique caught Avis's warning glance and with ill-grace turned around to flap bound hands, demonstrating helplessness and distress, kicking snubbed ankles with the same intent. "I think you're all being terribly unkind. I hope you're ashamed of yourselves." She shot the newcomer a questioning glance. "I suppose it's no use asking you to untie me?"
"Not a bit, darling. And, in any case I wouldn't infringe upon Avis's rights and privileges. You belong to Avis until she passes you on. By the time you reach me, you'd better be well trained or you'll quickly become well-marked."
"I'm told you're going to feed me at lunch, can't you imagine how I must feel about all this!"
"It's not how you feel about us but how we feel about you from now on. And, Angelique, my sweet, you'd best remember that."
Lunch diminished Angelique's sulk. After all, she knew these two girl so well. And after she'd gotten used to Debbie seeing her naked and touching her body, what was it if another girl saw her too? At the lunch she was terribly conscious of her breasts in their prominence above the plate placed before her. But after Debbie had pinched pert nipples and commented on the superb contours of the twin mounds Angelique could not hide, the shyness wore away until it seemed quite natural to have her hands tied behind her back and to be fed by a girl who was, after all, an old friend. Miss Angelique Martin said nothing to offend but quietly bided her time. Something, she told herself, had to break sometime. Surely ...
"The Club spent all that money on those handcuffs and leg irons and such, when are you going to use them on her?" Debbie inquired over coffee.
"I think she's better tied the way she is for the time being. There's something very final about handcuffs and such. Maybe after she's learned to accept what she's become."
"That's right, talk about me like I was a package of nothing," Angelique sniffed disgustedly.
"You'll never be a nothing, Angelique. What you will be is a gorgeous body, gorgeous hair, and a gorgeous face. You'll make a marvelous slave when you get used to the idea."
"I'll never get used to it. Forget it, I'm me, and I refuse to be any girl's baby doll."
"The handcuffs will be nice for her, Avis, as well as those leg irons. What a lovely combination they make! I'm glad we got an assortment with varying lengths and weights of chain we can use. Every time she changes ownership the whole collection must go along."
"You're going to keep me in chains!" Shock and shame mantled captive cheeks. "Isn't that going a bit far? It sounds like the dark ages. Or are you just trying to scare me?"
"They're for you own good, dear," Debbie explained patiently. "They'll be much more comfortable than rope and cord and they're also escape-proof. But what's best about them is they're permanent. Once you're locked in them you can stay that way forever. You ought to be grateful."
Angelique sniffed again, her voice loaded with doubt, "That's very funny. And I suppose you've got a fine assortment of whips?"
"I forgot to mention them," Debbie admitted. "We made what we think is a nice selection in that area, I mean there's no Russian knouts or South African Sjamboks, but just nice leather things to keep you in line. And quite a number of canes and riding crops. Most of the riding crops are not for riding at all," Debbie giggled. "I did wonder as we looked at them who they were really made for. I do suppose they were really made for girls."
"Gee, thanks! I'm sure I'll love them all."
"Debbie is trying to get you accustomed to the idea of these things which must sound absolutely bizarre," Avis said anxiously. "You're not being told about the chains or whips as a tease or to get you scared. They're simply a useful way to help you get accustomed to being a slavegirl ..."
"Is there a torture chamber in my future? It sounds as if there will be."
"Don't be angry with the poor girl, Debbie, she's going through a lot of stress and I think she's handling things as well as we can expect. Best not to harp on the whips and crops and things, because they won't be used on her all that much."
"They won't be used on me at all, and you're a pair of dreamers. This thing can't possibly last," the bound and nude girl interjected forcibly.
"Hush, darling, you mustn't be rude to Debbie. You mustn't forget that you're subject to discipline and none of the club members want to be called names."
The sometimes heated exchange lasted on through the afternoon with Angelique becoming increasingly aware of authority. She could say nothing that was not gently corrected or drew a reprimand. Summing it up later she realized for sure her afternoon with Debbie had taken her a step deeper into a condition she did not wish to name. When Debbie departed, Betty Harmon took her place.
Betty Harmon was something else again. Angelique was kissed and hugged and pawed. Betty Harmon was very much physical with a keen concern over female features and how heated the female was by discussion of intimate subjects and the bondage place upon her. Although she grabbed private parts of Angelique in a very overbearing manner, Betty had a sweetness all her own and did not inspire fear.
"Get me out of this, Betty!" Angelique demanded loudly. "You've felt me up all over so now you can untie my hands."
"Isn't she absolutely sweet!" Betty bubbled. "I see you've whipped her, Avis, and I'm sure it was a good idea. Are you certain she couldn't stand another dose? It's the cane you used, wasn't it?"
"Betty, not you too!" Angelique exclaimed. "All afternoon I'm been hearing about whips and chains and things. Untie my hands and we'll all go home."
Once more the captive was turned around that an interested visitor might examine the cords which held her helpless. They were duly admired and the girl they bound was admonished to stop asking to be untied. Possie served cocktails before dinner and the captive girl was alternately attended by one or the other of her two mistresses and she gratefully gulped more alcohol than she normally would had. With the loosening of her inhibitions, the conversation became increasingly frank.
"Avis, have you told the poor dear some of the girls will compel her to service their boyfriends?" Betty giggled. "Or perhaps the butler?"
"No, I haven't and I wasn't going to. I wish you hadn't mentioned it, Betty. Angelique is doing her best to cope but we mustn't overload her. Just look at her, you've scared her half to death."
"You have to be joking!" said Angelique, knowing full well it was no joke. "You wouldn't do that to me, I know you wouldn't! That's horrid!"
"Leave it at that," Avis interrupted quickly. "If one of the members decides to give you as gift to a man, it's just part of what you may expect. Don't dwell upon it, it may never happen."
"Damn it, that's rape!"
"Not for a slavegirl," purred Avis.
The captive girl had one too many cocktails and assured her captors in no uncertain way that they were dealing with fire and would probably end up in prison. At some length she explain her disappointment in their behavior, and on a number occasions requested that they untie her hands, a request which always was ignored. The tied maiden hobbled her short, snubbed steps to the dinner table, falling only once upon the way. She assured her captors that picking her up served them right for treating her in this outrageous fashion. With Betty plying Angelique's knife and fork, the nude prisoner ate hungrily and paid no more attention to any further mention of cane or crop or cord. Far back in her mind, Angelique held a small hope the whole thing might prove a great, big tease.
The nights were a bonus Angelique could not deny. Surprisingly, bound hands and hobbled ankles hindered nothing, but did in fact lead to giggles and laughter and a return to the love bond nothing had yet severed. The two girls gave and received hot flesh and skin slithering in sweat. They slept like logs.
Thus Miss Angelique Martin, upon the fourth day of captivity, came to a confrontation with herself.
It was easily summed up. She could free neither hands nor feet, the penthouse held her helpless. Anyway, the entire building was owned by Avis. In this building, everyone would bow to Avis's wishes, probably even to the point of returning her slavegirl should she manner to escape the penthouse. Avis's use of the cane upon her skin had made a more potent impression than Angelique wanted to admit. In its way, it was a far more forcible statement of what the Sensuality Club required than even bound hands. And goodness knows, they had become potent enough as hour followed hour and day followed day with them still tight in Avis's original tie. Escape had become impossible.
The tied girl, now left alone for considerable periods, was coming to regard the cord upon her wrists as a part of herself and almost an old friend. She no longer expected to be freed and recognized this loss of hope as wickedly significant in her condition. It had been shameful and humiliating to have to stand while visitor interestedly amused themselves with her body, their comments as disgraceful as their hands.
"What a wonderful thatch of pubic hair! The poor darling will be lucky if she keeps it, one of the girls is sure to shave it off."
"We should have rings inserted in her nipples. They do a lot for a girl. And, of course, there's always her nose. A nose ring is really something."
Such comments had become commonplace and Angelique refused to allow herself to become frightened by them, but sought the comfort of Avis as a child seeks its mother. And that comfort was always there. She loved Avis very much.
Angelique Martin made the acquaintance of handcuffs on the sixth day.
It was a day the slavegirl would always remember.