國外原版主奴經歷記載 ｓｉｓｔｅｒｓ

作者：保佑

SISTERS I struggle to keep feet hooked round her thighs, toes gouging, kneeling on either side of her slim hips, hands in her hair, thumping her head on the stones while turning and shaking own to keep her nails from eyes.Pots of make-up scatter as we kick and scream, combs and brushes crunching beneath us. A discarded mirror shoots across the room and disappears under the one chair in the large chamber.

Her fingers rip at cheek, a fierce, red pain as her knee rebounds off inner thigh, trying to kick me off. !"!"!

"You rip me off her the hair, seizing right wrist and twisting it high behind back as soon as the pain makes me release her. I totter, panting as head is dragged back, rising onto toes in an effort to relieve the pressure on arm, croaking …… aaaah…… please……"

is going on voice is like thunder but I am too angry to be cautious. Only your foot planted in stomach stops her jumping up and attacking. I fight with the hand in hair, kicking towards her ribs.

Angrily you jerk me round, rolling her away in a tangle of bruised limbs.She scrambles to her knees as I teeter, kicking and sobbing, a shred of red silk hanging round her neck, a few more bits clinging to the cord aro

und her waist, the rest of her tunic in rags on the floor.I have fared slightly better, the halter that loops around neck, crosses and then ties back, opening up and cupping breasts, having simply slipped up into a scarlet coil, the semi-transparent bit of skirting that wrapped hips completely torn away.I gradually stop panting and wriggling, and start fearing, knees wanting to fold under me as I look at the teeth marks clearly visible on left breast.

From the way she is suddenly kneeling very straight, her hands clenching and unclenching on her thighs, I am sort of glad I cannot see your face.With a final warning wrench to arm you push me towards where she kneels before the row of trunks on the west wall. ." I stagger and then fall to hands and knees, crawling and moaning as wrenched shoulder throbs. When I straighten and push hair back from face it feels as though the roots themselves are bruised, and lips drawing together in a little moue of pain. I look up reluctantly, trying to stop hands shaking against thighs, fingers trembling as I turn them over, anger draining away.e, slaves."

We both flinch at the tone of your voice. a mess……" You fling yourself down in the single, great

carved chair, foot coming down on the mirror with a crack. Anna begins desperately clawing her fingers through her hair, trying to do something with the shreds of cloth nails torn away, while I do best to get breasts back into halter.The sound of the mirror hitting the wall and shattering is like an explosion. ……"

Your voice is all the more menacing for being quiet. I stop fussing, kneel straight and answer. ter."Some might mistake the soft growl rising in your throat for a purr, but we both know better. ?"

you demand, looking squarely at Anna who is taking an intense interest in your sandals.My mouth is full of the taste of iron, tongue thick and uncooperative. ter." Lying is not an option I know, you can read body too well for me to get away with it, check the cadence of voice, the look in eyes. But mouth form the words. You gaze snaps to me and I bend neck, unable to meet it.You come forward quickly, crouch and gently tilt her chin up, face only inches away from hers. ?"

She licks her lips, nods. ."a started it." You move away but she stays in position, chin lifted, swan neck extended as far as possible. If I can just keep looking at the soft grey stone of the far wall, perhaps

I will stop trembling.You walk round us, inspecting, seeing more than we can ever imagine.

You steps ring on the flags, beating a tattoo; angrily you kick away a pot of kohl; heart jumps at every snap of leather against stone. Beside me Anna lets out a little gasp, then another. Snap, snap, snap.You crouch before me now, huge, hard-eyed.

The brush of your fingers along cheekbone makes me wince ¨ in fear almost blocked out the pain of the scratches.You palpitate the thickened, hardening patch on upper arm where she punched me until I grimace with the pain, then straighten abruptly.You shake your head, mouth a tight line almost lost in the dark hair of your beard, left hand straying unconsciously to the whip ever-present at your belt.The worst thing about belonging to a slave trainer is knowing how thoroughly you understand slave flesh, how efficiently you can hurt it…… knowing how thoroughly you understand our thinking and use that, alongside the pain, to make every lesson count.Your jaw comes out a fraction, a sure sign come to a decision.

My stomach turns over uneasily.and tend the fire. You can clear up this mess later."She leaps to obey, long limbs golden in the dusk light, edg

ed with the glow from the brazier.."

She seems more than happy to concentrate all her attention on lifting coals with the long tongs, listening. Your gaze bores into me until I cannot bear it and have to lift eyes to yours.What I see makes me flush and look down immediately.the first guard you find there to beat you, 10 lashes for damaging property, and 10 more for allowing property to be damaged.

Then beg to be kenneled.You can stay down there until I decide what to do with you."I lift left hand towards you for a second, entreating. ……"

But the plea dies on lips.My brain is numb. you……" echoes again and again through stupid head. Somehow I force legs to function, to lift me, tears sliding down cheeks but no noise coming. I cannot even say ", just nod.

A wave of your hand dismisses me. As I turn to go I hear a muffled snort from Anna. am disgusted with you.And you can stop sniggering, slut." I hear the sound every slave knows and dreads, the click of a whip being unsnapped, the sibilant hiss of leather tongues being shaken out. own paga be joining her. get yours when tidied the room."

Anna whimpers as I spin on heel in a discordant jangle of bells.I can force the issue." You told m

e that once and now, pulled along the leash on collar, back still red and aching, I have some notion of what you meant.My arms throb from being suspended for punishment, then cuffed for the night, but somehow instinct takes over and I half walk, half run behind the striding guard, head held proudly, arms tucked in at sides, bottom pushed forward, stomach tight…… My hair, washed and brushed, flows behind me, covering the welts on back.The livid red marks down cheek are the only flaw.

None the less eyes are outlined in stinging black kohl, the lids streaked with purple, lips red and shining.I look like a slut, I move like a slut, leaning slightly backwards and walking, hips rotating forward, as though pulled cunt.The guard, a jovial red-bearded fellow called Barus, unclips the leash as we reach the door to your chambers, gives naked behind a friendly pat, laughing at hiss of pain, and walks away, confident I will not be going anywhere.I drop to knees and scratch at the door, push the heavy planks open just enough to crawl inside, keeping shoulders low, arms part bent, arse in the air, every inch a whipped dog.

I scan the room quickly; Anna kneels in the centre. Her hair is growing ou

t, covering half the stripes on her back.Her hands hang at her sides as she kneels, secured in cuffs which run on a long chain through a link at the back of the metal loop around her waist.

She can bring both hands to her sides at the same time, but any further movement of one hand pulls the other behind her.More chains coil in a pool of silvery metal in front of her.." I start and half turn ed,behind the door, a smile I do not like the look of playing about yourlips. I turn away and scuttle to place as you amble over and standbefore us. ves."

I force myself to look all the way up,eyes wavering for a second at your groin, skin tingling at the nearnessof you. rate. In fact I am going tomake it impossible for you not to." You look from one to the other ofus, eyes hard. rate, the less difficult and painful itwill be for you."

We whisper ost in unison, both glancing to each other warily.We rise quickly, Anna wobbling slightly without the use of her hands.You bend, taking a fistful of chain, sorting the various lengths andcuffs, slinging most of them over you left shoulder.You unclasp asecond waistband and slide the two halves around middle.

The coldgrasp of the metal, and the brush of

your fingers together bring alittle hiss from me. You slide your arms under mine, noting withamusement the effect your closeness has on me, and padlock it in placebehind back, a pair of cuffs like dangling behind, swingingagainst the backs of thighs, the linking chain sliding through thestaple there with a dull rattling sound.You pull on the ring of metal,running your finger around to make sure not too tight, then movebehind me, pulling hands back and closing the cuffs with two loud,metallic snaps.

I shift arms experimentally, feeling with bodywhat eyes have observed.I eye the rest of the chains unhappily.I run to one of the chests, feeling awkward although hands can hangat sides like they always do. Getting the lid up is harder, but farfrom impossible; I fish out the first pair of bracelets I see, light butunshakable.One is on right wrist, below the waist cuff, withinseconds of return.

To and her horror you lift left wristand close the other half about it with a light click. Our first reactionis to and jerk away, then to lift our hands.You grin at the lookon our faces when our spare wrists are pulled into the small of ourbacks the motion.

You heft another chain, this one terminati

ng in twohigh, wide grey steel collars.We eye it as you swing it in your handidly, the chain no more than two feet in length, both shaking our headsslightly; I pull at her wrist as I creep back.ter, no!" please……" be good, we will, honestly……" ……"

Comingto the same conclusion plunges us both into a desperate peal ofpleading. need to do that Master, learnt our lesson,please." be good, and not fight, neverever Master……"

." I shudder as you slide the thick band of metal under hair,closing it around and over your more ornate collar, the blunted edgepushing up against chin, forcing head up. Seconds later I hear thesecond click.The chain between them trembles slightly as we stand,both resisting the urge to and pull apart this time.

There is,perhaps, an inch between our shoulders as we stand, almost painfullyerect, our eyes roaming but our heads fixed in place, not daring tomove.I am expecting it but shiver none-the-less at the cold touch ofmetal closing tightly around ankles.

I to look down at the top ofyour dark, shaggy head as you push other ankle closer in, lock it inplace, about a foot of chain separating them, the cuffs light and thinbut still unslippable.The collar cuts across the

base of throat so Iraise head again, waiting docilely as Anna is chained, and we areconnected together there also.Almost immediately she tries to part her legs, nearly jerking me off myfeet, caught unawares. !"I snap, turning and half jerking her offhers since there is hardly any play between our sets of ankle chains. Webring our hands up to grab each other, both makes faces half of angerand half of pain as held back at our sides. We sway and stagger,fingers grappling, the collars pressing into our necks as we andshake each other with one hand only. The awareness of your laughterslowly quietens us and we turn, chains tinkling, to where seatedin your chair, one leg hanging idly over the arm, the other stretchedout in front of you. learnt our lesson?"

you parrot back at us,grinning wickedly. …… hmmm?"We stumble back from your gaze, both reddening. ," Anna mutters.You snap your fingers and point to the floor.

As we both jolt, startled,the motion runs down each side of the chains, making them leap at thecentre.We look at each other, watching each other for movement, slowlylowering ourselves, knees parting.

Half way down we realise the closechaining of our ankles means we kneel side sid

e facing straightahead, cannot get our ankles far enough from each other to allow us topart our thighs, and turn awkwardly outwards.."We freeze, quivering at the snap in your voice.it again and this time move like a couple of wooden puppets."

I feel Anna stiffen angrily, her tension communicating itself down thelength of the chains, take her hand as I redden with embarrassment. Noone has had cause to correct movement so sharply in weeks.

I squeezeit gently, willing her to relax.We turn our heads in unison, her blueeyes still flaming, then take a quarter step away from each other to theside and drop to our knees, flowing down this time, parting them tobring out sexes into view, our heads drawn to the side the chainbetween our collars.I hold firmly onto her hand in case she tries tobring them up to her thighs, pulling in stomach as I settle myweight, dreading the idea of getting up.want your inside legs parallel.Again!"Get up we do, in a rattle of chain, and kneel again…… then againbecause we did not get up well…… and again because hair fallsforward over shoulders…… and again just because……After a dozen repetitions you let us rest for a moment, sweat beadingthe clefts between our bre

asts, then fetch a switch. Anna nearly leapsup when you tap her under the chin, already high from the collar.Desperately she lifts it higher. The white flesh of stomach recoilsas the tails brush against it, pulled in so tightly I can only takeshallow breaths, breasts quivering as they move rapidly up and hand clenches round mine.We both leap as the switch cracks across the tops of her thighs, bothyelp, although the leather never touches me. The next stroke doesthough, leaving five red stripes mottling skin. ?"

Master!" I feel her tremble beside me, thighs burning even from such a light stroke.though you had a problem girl. From now on you shareeverything, including punishments. You eat together, sleep together, laytogether…… even piss together."

-" she begins to protest as I cringe, wanting to pastemyself to the floor. This time the switch cuts across belly and Iscream, trying to hug and protect it, hands held, useless, at sides. Ihalf bend over, sobbing, hear her out beside me as she switch cutsacross the top of her breasts, its tails wrapping round the soft fleshof her upper arm.."

Tears in our eyes we straighten, both panting slightlyagainst the pain. ," she chokes. ……" Ishake,

petrified of the whip. ," I echo quickly,stomach protesting as I tighten the muscles again.You sit back again in the chair, stroking your beard as you think, theleather strands dangling alongside your leg.We both understand thesignificance of the blades remaining loose and twist our fingerstogether, watching your hand stroke the staff casually.

Minutes pass.Neither of us dares move. Even the slightest tremor produces a tell-talemovement of the chains.The muscles along the insides of thighsoffer a flicker of protest, but are easily ignored compared to the linesof fire across stomach and legs, the dull ache of back.Suddenly you are up and moving again.

A large bronze basin hits thetiles with a booming clang that makes us nearly fall over so jittery. As the bowl rocks and circles, then gradually stills,face down, I suddenly realise your intent. As face goes purple youstart to laugh, a great roar of laughter.Anna looks up, startled.

Younod towards it, sliding it closer with the edge of your foot. first Luba, while still so richly coloured."I reach forward to turn the basin, forgetting in squirmingembarrassment that I ,"

I hiss, pulling at her hand.Wewriggle forward on our knees until o

ur two hands can reach the rim, liftand drag it over. Working slowly we pass it across body, the basescraping on the floor, round and behind.Wobbling I get into a crouch,body still flaming and somehow manage to reach round to pull it under myarse, hands dragged over as far as they will come to allow myleft hand a little play.She kneels beside me, half bent over thechain dragging at her collar as I squat, hot tears springing to eyes.Even worse, you come and crouch before me, running your fingertipsacross the tops of breasts, swollen with blood, making me exquisitelyaware of the humiliation of position.I to meet your eyes butcannot, breath ragged, body betraying me as I strain to release mybladder. ," I whimper, the splayed position of legs,the press of buttocks against heels making me desperate to gosuddenly, but unable to relax.,"

you order softly, and the floodgates open, cunt filling up asmy piss splashes against the pink-sheened metal. Now the flush on myskin is from more than embarrassment.

I look up, blinking rapidly,shocked the sensations coursing through body.Hating myself Imurmur ase!" My eyes are an agony oflonging. You turn away without answer, hand Anna a soft cloth. ."

I whimper, cleaned like child, fresh embarrassment welling up as I leandangerously forward, left hand pulled up into the small of back inorder to allow her reach.

Even the feel of the soft cloth, movingsteadily over pussy lips, is like torture.You grin and indicate that we should switch positions.Anna clings to myhand as she maneuvers the basin into position beneath her buttocks,ankles spread as widely as the chain will allow.

She seems much lessembarrassed, until you reach down and finger her long, soft cunt.Sheturns red from the cheeks down, beautiful in her half-hesitant anger,lips pressing together even as her bladder opens.

I listen to the hissand splash of liquid hitting liquid, holding her steady as best I can asshe groans, her whole body trembling, whether with anger or emotion Icannot tell.You hook your thumb under her chin and lift it again,looking deep into her eyes as I take the cloth and wipe her, chucklingat her evident annoyance.You reach down and tweak a half-erect nipple¨ worry, little slave, you have to beg, your sister hasdone that for you." ¨ and roar with laughter as her teeth clench andher whole body stiffens. seed and youwill clean her of it, until you learn

to beg more prettily."

There is a long moments silence before you rise and walk over to thefurs, leaving us squatting there. are you waiting for? Putthe basin outside the door to be emptied the cleaning slaves and getover here.You know the position."We are jolted into action, somehow getting up and lifting the ewerwithout spilling anything, although its weight trembles in our twohands. As we turn from the door you laugh again and order sowe drop to hands and knees and crawl…… me muttering side,inside, outside"

almost under breath to stop us jerking andsprawling. There is a confusion as we both decide to turninwards in order to present our rears, and I almost laugh as I look upand catch the broad smile on your face as we knock together and thenpull apart again.With several and we getourselves turned round, the chains slithering and hissing over thestone, Anna still half furious despite her evident arousal.

We liethere, knees drawn up and spread, arses in the air, hers tight andtanned, mine rounded, pale.Both of us stir uneasily as our weight bearsdown on our breasts, flattened into the floor, our hands unable tosupport us, our heads turned to the left, cheeks pressing the stones.You

trail the ends of the switch over our raised buttocks, tickling atthe bud of arsehole, then hers.The skin tingles where the leathertouches, an evil promise. your head and watch your sister."With difficulty I turn it and see features, the right side of herface squashed, mouth puckering, fine hairs plastered to her cheek.Mineis tumbled forward above head as you kneel behind us, reachingforward to run your fingers down the length of spine.

I moan softly,back dipping, see her face soften as you repeat the gesture with yourother hand.Then your hands are moving over buttocks, kneading andparting them, your tongue licking at the spot where swollen cunt lipsmeet, and I begin to buck, hips twitching, whining and whimpering withpleasure at your touch, eyes spreading wide as you push your tongueinto slit, circling firmly.I watch Anna flush from watching the lookon face, see her own ecstasy begin as you move from me to do thesame to her.

I watch her tongue trace the edges of her lips, hipstwitching, then her mouth spread to a sudden, soundless 'O' as youplunge abruptly into her.The first half-dozen strokes drive her forward, until the chain betweenour collars is stretched painfully tight.And

then you are pushing intome, ramming your way past the folds of lips, rolling them inwards inyour haste.

I out with each thrust as you slam into buttocks, thecrack of flesh on flesh as audible as if it were your hand, and soon weare level again, breasts burning from rubbing on the stones.All too soon cunt is empty, spasming around thin air, and I open myeyes, hearing her You close your fist on the two chains dependingfrom our wrists, pulling them back so one hand is pulled in tight to ourwaists as you shift over and slide into me again, jerking furiously inmy hot, deep cave of a cunt.I grasp with inner muscles for all but again, after a few strokes, you pull out, leaving me sobbingmiserably, buttocks heaving as I twist on the floor, listening to hersharp cries.

Her features are flushed, eyes screwed tight shut, hairplastered to her forehead. Her delicate lips tremble.You stay with herlonger now, until almost ready to come, cheeks burning, hernostrils flaring quickly.

She screams as you withdraw, trying to shuffleback desperately, to capture you once more, dragging the collar againstmy neck, our inner knees pressing together.You grab the metal belt around waist, curling your fingers

under it,and use it to haul me back on to your cock once more, half lifting mefrom the floor, the chain on collar pulling taut, lifting headtoo.Furiously you slam into me, short strokes indicating your urgency,the metal digging into stomach as you pin me in place.

With a growlyou press me down again, three slow, hard blows burying your cockcompletely, more completely still, nails scraping at the smoothstones where hands are held, tears of frustration and wanting andyearning tracking cheeks.I close eyes, seeing a hot rednessbehind them, concentrating, trying to will myself to orgasm.I feel your cock expand and spasm against the walls of cunt as I squeeze down desperately, screaming and crying as the hot, thick flood erupts.The warmth caresses me. Despite own trembling, shuddering breaths I savour the feel of it sliding back around your cock, seeping out, washing over clit and dribbling into hair.

I hear your low, soft laughter as cunt closes tightly around your spent flesh, milking the last drops.I roll body slowly from side to side, relishing the dull ache coming from breasts, the stone beneath me warm, chills running through me as writhing flesh encounters colder patches where sw

eat has not warmed it.Anna pulls against the chains, unsatisfied, wanting……

We half moan with every breath, the chains slithering across the stones, sinuous on our hot flesh. I think of your view, our buttocks thrust up, rounding into our twin cracks, each asshole a little puckered point, flexing and twitching as we dance against the floor in our need, the thick rolls of our cunt lips spread like peeling rinds, exposing the exotic fruit hidden within, slick with our juices, deep pink in arousal, your seed slowly seeping from between mine, clotting in pubic hair.I open eyes and look into her lips dark red where bitten at them, her yes wide open, wild as they register the sensations running through her body.My own face must be as flushed, the red marks from her nails livid, tiny particles of dust sticking to cheek and chin, lips swollen with lust, eyes bright and feverish…… For a split second I register her shock before your arm comes round waist too and you haul us both to our feet, half pushing, half carrying us the few feet to the furs.We sink down gratefully, shins and knees aching from being pounded into the stones.I tremble from the feel of the long pelts brushing against calve

s, just tickling the underside of arse as you lay yourself down before us, folding your hands behind your head and stretching out lazily on the reddish-brown skins.You grin, watching the way our breasts heave more quickly, both sets of our lips pouting insistently at the sight of you, your cock half-stiff again, lolling against your thigh.Mesmerised, I reach hand out to it, only to find the motion brough up short the edge of the cuff.

I want to touch the golden, swelling shaft, puckered here and there, the skin still not drawn tight, so much that I whisper tug urgently at the cuff, ignoring the sudden shooting pain from the abrasions there.Her hand follows mine until we can both trace our fingers along your thigh, circle our hands from both sides around the root of your thickening manhood, our fingers folding over each other as we draw our hands upwards, squeezing and stretching.

Anna moans, watching the effect our touch has.I moan, hearing her moan, an almost nauseous feeling in the base of stomach taking breath away for a second.

To embarrassment a drop of drool falls from the corner of mouth onto the top of your thigh.I bend to lick it up but before I can reach it Anna butts at

shoulders, pushing head away and capturing it herself, her pale hair falling over your thickening, purple-ended shaft.My left wrist pulls up sharply behind me as buffeted to one side.

You take her neck in your hand to check her.But it is a fond admonishment. hundred kisses to neck and chest and count well. Luba, use your hair on stomach and thighs…… no lips." I nod understanding as Anna lowers her head, murmuring ,"

thrusting her hands behind her to the left to allow me enough run of chain to grasp the ends of hair and begin running them like a gigantic brush over your flesh.

I watch your cock twitch and leap, half hypnotized.By the time you turn us on our backs, pushing our heads together and balling up wads of each others hair with which to silence our screams of need, we are moving in unison, flowing over and round each other as we scramble to tease and satisfy your flesh.I wake in the thin, grey light of dawn and squeeze her fingers insistently until she wakes with the tiniest of starts, the pair of us sprawled across your snoring body in a tangle of legs and chain and fur.With the same thought in mind we start to slide our hands down across your stomach, grinning at each other

as we lie curled on either side, our hair a yellow carpet across your chest as we listen to the slow, firm rhythm of your heart.