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by Arthurtranslated by Gillian B |
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"At last!" said said Li-Anne with relief when Mariko followed her two bodyguards out of the dungeon. At the very least, she would be able to think about some way to escape.
Mariko had spent a good half hour binding Li-Anne, following Sangra's instructions to the letter. She had made her sit on one of two metal chairs. She had drawn her ankles to each side of the chair and bound them to the bars connecting the chair legs. Li-Anne had realised with alarm that her thighs were spread wide and exposed her nakedness. She blushed scarlet as she felt the gaze of the four other women, Mariko, the guards and the Director all fixed on her open crotch.
After securing her ankles, Mariko bound each of Li-Anne's thighs, tying them just above the knee to the tops of the front legs of the chair. Once she was certain that the bonds were firm, she released her half-sister's wrists, to her great surprise. Li-Anne heaved a great sigh of relief, when she could at last bring her completely numb arms in front of her. Having seen the deep grooves in her wrists and forearms, Mariko had allowed herself a gesture of compassion towards her half-sister. She granted her five minutes' respite which Li-Anne used to massage her tender limbs.
"Is that better?" asked Mariko with a note of genuine concern in her voice, to Li-Anne's surprise. Did Mariko still harbour sisterly feelings towards her? What followed dispelled any doubt. Without any apparent concern for the angry stripes on Li-Anne's wrists, Mariko crossed them behind her back and began to wrap a doubled rope around them horizontally. After knotting the rope tightly, she wound the rope round vertically. She repeated this operation another ten times and with each turn, vertical or horizontal, she tied a knot which she tightened with all her might.
Flanked by the two athletes in their leopardskin costumes, the Director could only offer support to her colleague with her eyes. It was little enough comfort. Mariko had tied a rope round Li-Anne's waist and it hardly surprised her to see that rope threaded between her thighs and passed up between her buttocks then attached to her wrists. That rope was, however not pulled really tight. Another rope passed below Li-Anne's naked breasts to tie her to the top bar of the chair back. The rope encircled her again, passing above her bust and digging deep furrows in her tender flesh.
Li-Anne soon understood why her crotch rope had not been tightened. Mariko took a tuft of her hair at the back of her neck and braided it into a short plait which she tied with a length of thin cord finished off with a slip knot. She took another length of thin rope and used it to bind Li-Anne's thumbs. She pulled the cord upwards, lifting Li-Anne's hands until they were between her shoulder blades. Mariko passed the end of the rope through the loop of cord attached to Li-Anne's hair and pulled hard. Li-Anne could not lift her hands any higher and was forced to tilt her head further and further back. She moaned into her gag; by lifting her bound hands, the crotch rope had been pulled very tight and when Mariko tied the end of the rope to her wrists, she could not move her arms a single millimetre. Li-Anne's groans grew louder. Possibly worried about injuring her half-sister seriously, Mariko loosened her gag. Li-Anne coughed painfully when the dreadful sock was removed from her mouth.
"So, what are you trying to say to me?"
"It's too tight," Li-Anne replied with a pained grimace on her face.
Mariko examined the bonds securing her half sister. They were indeed very tight but would not interfere with her circulation. Li-Anne felt this way because her back was arched back in an extreme position, which was painful, and would grow more so with the passage of time, but without any real danger.
Mariko stroked Li-Anne's hair. "You will get used to it, pretty little sister. And, who knows, perhaps you will grow to like it!"
"Have you finished with your glgllgll..."
The sentence died in a gurgle when Mariko pushed back the enormous sock, now very sticky with saliva, into her half-sister's mouth. Gagged once again and with her head pulled back by the terrible tension on her scalp, Li-Anne sat with her eyes fixed on the ceiling while Mariko dealt with the Director.
The position which Mariko planned for the Director was not very comfortable but not as bad as Li-Anne's fate. She dragged her in front of the chair to which Li-Anne was tied and pulled her bound hands between the open thighs of the pretty captive. She tied the rope fastening the Director's wrists to the one between Li-Anne's legs, pulling her hands against her colleague's thick black bush. She then forced the Directors legs either side of Li-Anne's. She bound the Director's legs to Li-Anne's - ankles to ankles and knees to widely spread knees. The Director was forced to lean forwards, poised lightly on her buttocks with her arms stretched out as if she was trying to hide herself between Li-Anne's naked thighs.
Mariko checked her ropework one last time. She was just about to leave when she hesitated. She took a crimson ball of silk which she shook out, waving it above Li-Anne's face. Her eyes screwed up with the torture to her scalp recognised it as a pair of panties.
"Because of you, I spent all night with these on my nose. Now it's your turn to enjoy Her Majesty's fragrance."
Mariko pulled the panties over her half-sister's painfully immobilised face, taking care to position the most malodorous part over her nose. "Have fun, girls," she bade them before disappearing, followed by the two panther-skin-clad athletes.
Li-Anne it took only a few seconds and some tentative but very painful struggling for Li-Anne to analyse her situation fully. She was completely immobilised on the chair and had no hope whatever of freeing herself from her bonds. The only hope for either of them was the Director, who was less stringently bound and who had been paying close attention to the bonds securing her wrists to Li-Anne.
The Director's hands were bound palm-to-palm. A rope between her wrists tightened the binding so that it cut into the flesh of her forearms. It was this rope which was linked to the one tied round Li-Anne's waist and cutting into her loins. The rope was short and the Director could not keep her hands away from Li-Anne's thighs. The younger prisoner, unable to lower her eyes to see what was happening, felt the Director's hands against her skin rubbing against her bare thighs as she started to pull against her bonds. The movements were slow and apparently fruitless. Li-Anne lost track of time. She remained motionless, her head pulled back, caught in the dilemma of whether to breath through her mouth and suffer the taste of Sangra's feet, or through her nose with the bitter odour of the Queen's underwear. Without much conviction, she chose the panties over the sock.
The Director continued to twist her wrists gently, gaining a little freedom almost imperceptibly. The door opened; it was the guard, in her panther-skin tunic who had rescued Mariko the previous day.
Without a word, the guard knelt down beside the Director and checked her bonds carefully. Fortunately, the slack which the Director had obtained was too slight to be detected. Li-Anne's bonds had not moved even a millimetre. The guard checked them by pulling on the rope attaching her thumbs to her hair. Li-Anne roared in pain into her gag. The guard must have been amused by that; she grabbed the crotch rope where it emegerged between Li-Anne's naked buttocks and pulled hard. The cruel guard removed the panties from Li-Anne's face, so she could see the tears of pain welling up in those pretty almond-shaped eyes.
Her inspection complete, the guard left the dungeon with a last sardonic glance at the two prisoners tied together. As soon as she had left, Li-Anne again felt the Director's hands moving against her naked thighs. The Director seemed not to be in a hurry.
She stopped frequently, looking thoughtfully at Li-Anne's long bronzed thighs which she was obliged to keep spread wide.
Eternity still stretched out in front of the captive whose body trembled convulsively with the pains shooting through her limbs, her scalp and her crotch cut in two by the rope. The Director had not gained a millimetre of freedom when the cell door opened to reveal the guard once again.
"Another inspection..." thought the Director, who had been mentally counting the passing minutes.
The woman in her panther-skin tunic checked their bonds again but noting that Li-Anne was already in considerable pain, refrained from tormenting her further.
"Does it hurt?" she asked, without real compassion, stroking one twisted shoulder. Li-Anne sighed, her eyes staring into space. The guard squatted down beside the Director and caressed the tops of her pale arms exposed by the damage to her dress. "You are more comfortable though, aren't you?" she asked the Director, shaking her bound hands and making Li-Anne groan as she felt the pull in her exposed crotch.
The Director watched the guard leaving the cell and this time set to work with determination. Twisting her hands hard, she quickly gained a few centimetres of freedom. Leaning forward, she managed to move the stocking, which was tied twice round her head, bruising the corner of her mouth. Having done that, it was not difficult to remove the panties which she had been tasing since the previous evening. She stretched her stiff jaw to ease the discomfort but quickly set to work again. She leaned forward again and attacked the knot hidden in Li-Anne's bush which linked the two prisoners. As he legs were spread either side of Li-Anne's, the effort to lean forwards was painful and the Director had to move back several times.
The Director had never imagined such a situation; in order to escape, she had to bury her nose into the most personal regions of the most beautiful assistant she had ever engaged! Even in her painful position, Li-Anne recognised the uniqueness of their predicament. She was embarrassed to feel the Director's teeth probing in amongst her pubic hair, feeling her pointed nose in so erogenous a part of her, but she was unable to prevent herself from becoming a little aroused by it. She blushed under the panties which hid her face, hoping that the Director, with her nose still plunged into her bush, would not notice her growing excitement. With a sigh of relief muffled by her gag Li-Anne felt the knot loosen at last and the Director's hands move away from her thighs spread wide on the chair. The Director straightened up and carried on with her hands held up to her mouth. The knots were too tight for the Director to untie them with her teeth. She attacked the knots connecting her and Li-Anne's knees instead.
Looking up at her colleague, still painfully bound and gagged. The Director spoke, her mouth dry and her voice hoarse from being gagged for so long, "We'll get out of here, Li-Anne, but I have to hurry. I estimate that the guard came to check our bonds every hour, so we haven't much time."
Her movements were hampered by her bound wrists, but in less than ten minutes, she had her knees and Li-Anne's free. She had more difficulty releasing her right ankle because it was necessary for her to lean right over on her side to reach round the chair and to reach the back leg where their ankles were fastened together. It was easier on the left side, once her right ankle was free. The Director was now much more mobile, only having her wrists bound in front of her. With her bound hands, she massaged her stiff legs to get some life back into them then stood up.
Li-Anne saw this from the corner of her eye. She made frantic grunting sounds through her gag. The Director understood her colleague's priorities immediately. She removed the easiest items first; the panties covering Li-Anne's face and the sock filling her mouth.
"Beurrrrrrk," groaned Li-Anne, shaking her head to rid herself of the hateful sock more quickly than the Director could manage with bound hands.
Li-Anne held back a cry of pain. Her efforts had not really speeded the departure of the awful sock, but had pulled hard on the rope connecting her hair to her bound thumbs.
The Director tossed the saliva-soaked sock onto the concrete floor alongside the panties which had been her gag for so long. She looked at the back of Li-Anne's neck; the knot in the hair was not difficult to untie and, despite her tied hands, the Director took only a few moments to undo it. Relieved of her unbearable torment, Li-Anne closed her eyes and raised her head, turning it slowly from side to side, happy to be able to move her neck at last.
The Director next untied the rope holding Li-Anne's chest back against the chair. Mariko had used more than one knot and they were slow work for the Director's fingers, clumsy because of her bound hands. "Were they trying to torture you?" the Director asked as she worked on the knots using her teeth to loosen the most stubborn ones.
"No... not unless being hogtied for a whole night and half choked by a disgusting sock counts as being tortured. What about what they did to you?"
The Director undid a knot by wetting it in her mouth then using a long fingernail.
"Nothing really bad except for the night I spent in the Queen's bed. It was certainly less uncomfortable than your position. I just had my hands and feet tied to the head and foot of the bed. On the other hand, I had to put up with the Queen caressing me for hours before she left me alone while that plague of a sister of yours was tied up on the floor watching me."
"Didn't the Queen explain what she plans to do with us?"
"No, and with a gag in my mouth, it was hard for me to ask her for details.
"Not. And with the muzzle in the mouth, it was difficult for me to ask for details. All I know is what she said to me just before engaging in her Sapphic pleasures with me." "Which apparently did not displease you all that much?" thought Li-Anne.
"And what did she tell you?" she continued, not wishing to pursue that thought.
"The history of her people... and then a little of her own story. Just imagine; that woman made a fortune by whipping men. She was a professional dominatrix. But this 'vocation' was just the beginning of her great ambition. She wants to re-create the ancient kingdom of the Amazons of which she claims to be the true heiress to the throne and then to extend it to the whole world.
"Is that all?"
"Just another megalomaniac," the Director commented simply as she finally untied the cord and saw it slip away between her fingers.
It took far less time to tackle the big knot in the rope which passed between Li-Anne's buttocks. Finally free of the horrible burning sensation between her legs, Li-Anne tried to rise from the chair but fell back at once. He legs had been forced into an unnatural position for too long and were unable to hold her upright. Li-Anne groaned as the circulation came back to her legs and even into her arms still tied behind her back and unable to massage her limbs.
The worst was her ankles where a severe rope burn hurt her even more now that the rope itself was gone.
The Director understood the problem and knelt down in front of Li-Anne. Without being asked, she started to rub the legs and thighs of her beautiful colleague, who sat with her head back and her eyes closed as the pain slowly subsided. "That will do for now," said Li-Anne, aware of the Director's hands lingering rather too long on her naked thighs. "Please try to untie my wrists."
The Director sighed, " I looked at them. They are tied with knots even tighter than mine... and there is less than ten minutes until the guard comes back. We must flee now."
"Like this?!?" Li-Anne exclaimed in consternation. "With our hands tied... and naked?"
It was this last detail which embarrassed her most. It was all very well to escape into the street with bound hands... but not naked!
The Director replied curtly, "We won't stay in the hands of these madwomen for a little prudery! Come on, move!"
The tone implied a direct order. Li-Anne moved on her seat. "I can't..."
"Why?"
"My... my legs are too weak."
"It isn't weak legs holding you back. Get up!"
While barking out this order, the Director moved towards the door, obviously locked, almost to Li-Anne's relief. The Director did not hesitate. She bent down and unscrewed the heel of her right shoe. Iside, there was a piece of wire, but with her hands tied in front of her, the Director could not get it out. She held out the heel to Li-Anne. "Can you hold this with your teeth?"
My mouth will hold just about anything these days! Li-Anne thought to herself, angry but in control of herself. She gripped the heel between her teeth while the Director extracted a steel wire. It was almost child's play to pick the lock on the door.
The whitewashed corridor was empty. The two prisoners stepped out cautiously, the Director in the lead. They had reached the door at the end when they heard the sound of footsteps behind it. The Director signalled with her bound hands and the two women stationed themselves either side of the door. As soon as one of the guards appeared through the doorway, the Director's clasped hands struck her full in the face. Almost simultaneously, Li-Anne's foot was driven into her stomach. As she buckled forwards, the Director's two hands fell on her neck like an axe and Li-Anne's knee caught her chin. She crumpled to the floor. The Director bent down and stopped Li-Anne from delivering another kick.
"That's dealt with her."
Li-Anne looked disappointed not to land her final kick. "We had better tie her up," she said, her voice full of anger. "We don't have time; it would take too long with our hands tied. Let's get out of here."
Li-Anne looked down at the beautiful body clad in her short tunic which had ridden up over her buttocks.
"Pity," she said through clenched teeth. "I only hope that doesn't give the game away..."
Twisting her bound wrists to stave off cramps, she followed the Director up to the next floor.
They reached the ground floor, cautiously peering round the door which led to the grand hall. It was empty and at the other end a large door led to freedom. The Director bent down to remove her shoes so that she would walk silently. Li-Anne, stark naked, had no such problem. They stayed close to the wall as they crept to the door which the Director opened with infinite care. Fortunately it made no sound as it opened up the way into the grounds for them.
Li-Anne found it strange to find herself out of doors in broad daylight, bound and naked. Even though it was far worse being in the dungeon like that, somehow it seemed less incongruous.
Their bare feet crunched on gravel and the Director hurriedly put her shoes on; the gravel was just too painful for her feet. Li-Anne suffered just as much but, without shoes, just had to hop from foot to foot to try to avoid the pain.
The gravel grated under their naked feet and the director hastened to give her shoes to heels: the contact of the gravels was well too painful for its naked feet. Li-Anne suffered as much and did not have shoes to put at its feet. She went while hopping to limit the pain.
"Now then, you two had better get back. You will catch cold out here like that."
They knew the voice behind them all too well. They turned and were not surprised to see Sangra and Mariko side by side. Mariko stood, hands on hips, eying them mockingly, while Sangra held a machine gun. The two prisoners' morale collapsed. They had been in sight of their goal! Sangra ushered them back to the huge house which would be their prison once again. With drooping heads, they returned to the hall where the guard was waiting for them. It was undoubtedly she who had raised the alarm. She rubbed her chin, clearly in a foul mood, as she watched the prisoners return after their failed escape bid. She took Li-Anne by the arm and yelled at her, "You will pay for this!"
Li-Anne was dragged more then escorted back to the dungeon where she was dumped on the floor, regardless of injury from being thrown naked onto concrete. Li-Anne was exhausted and fell limply. She raised herself on her elbows and saw the Director joining her, the muzzle of the machine gun planted on her back.
"I will bind them," announced Mariko.
"You?" replied Sangra, incredulously. "I told you to tie them well and if it hadn't been for Kamira here, they would be well away by now." "Their hands were still tied," said Mariko, defensively.
"That didn't stop them escaping. Get out of here," yelled Sangra furious.
"Can I help?" asked Kamira, desperate for revenge.
"Very well. Tie the small one very carefully. As for Madam here, it will be time to prepare her for the ceremony."
"What ceremony?" asked the Director, a hint of fear in her voice.
"You will find out," Sangra replied curtly. Her eyes were on the discarded panties on the floor. "Kamira, Madam would like to reclaim her gag. "No!" exclaimed the Director, furious at the idea of having her panties in her mouth again.
She lashed out with her hands to protect herself but Sangra grabbed them with her huge left hand, still holding her weapon with the other hand. Kamira held the Director's nose as she was clenching her mouth shut as hard as she could.
"We will have to tie this prisoner very tightly indeed," Sangra observed. "Look how this one struggles. A real wildcat!"
Sangra put down her weapon and drew a length of rope out of her pocket while Kamira busied herself stuffing the panties into the Director's mouth, choking off her protests. Sangra tied the rope around the Director's slender waist, took it down at the back, separating her buttocks, passed it between her legs and up at the front, lifting the hem of her crumpled dress. She pulled it tight and then tied the end of the rope to the Director's bound wrists, locking her hands against her stomach.
Meanwhile, Kamira had gagged their captive with a stocking, knotting it at the nape of her neck tightly that the nylon disappeared between her lips. She laughed as she forced a stray corner of the panties into the open mouth. "You wouldn't want to spit out a fine delicacy like that!"
"That will keep her quiet while you deal with the other one. Catch!"
The prisoners wondered how Sangra could possibly have so much in her pockets. She had tossed a Karmira a big leather collar, which she fastened around Li-Anne's neck. It was not as painful as a rope, but it was a shock to Li-Anne to be collared like an animal or a slave.
There was a ring attached to the back of the collar. Kamira passed a doubled length of rope through it, which the tied to Li-Anne's wrists, passing through the hollow between her shoulder blades.
Still not as bad as having my thumbs tied to my hair, Li-Anne said to herself, finding what consolation she could.
Kamira ordered her to sit up. Even with her hands tied behind her back, Li-Anne could have complied but was unwilling to co-operate as Kamira used the rope attached to her collar to force her to sit down cross-legged on the floor like a tailor. Kamira made her position even more stringent by wrapping a loop around her arms above her elbows and then tightening it until the three turns of rope dug deep furrows into the flesh of the cruelly twisted arms.
To start with, Li-Anne had been looking reproachfully at the Director; if only she had listened and they had taken the time to tie Kamira up, they would probably be free now and not the object of the cruel Amazon's revenge. Now, as far as she could, her eyes followed her torturer's movements. However, Kamira tied most of the knots behind her back, so she was obliged to twist her neck, confined in the leather collar, to see what was happening.
Kamira added more turns of rope round her arms, above and below her naked breasts, seeming to enjoy digging grooves in the tender pink flesh. Not content with the tightness of the ropes, she tied another rope round the ones already crushing Li-Anne's chest, linking the turns of rope above her breasts with those below. Li-Anne looked down in concern and saw her small pert breasts in a vice-like grip crushing them the shape of two small apples, each decorated with a maroon button.
Standing in front of Li-Anne, Kamira used her muscular forearm and upper arm as a vice to clamp Li-Anne's left ankle and thigh together. Li-Anne groaned at the pressure of having her leg folded like that. Kamira used her free hand to bind the leg in that position. She repeated the operation on the other leg and Li-Anne found herself forced into a sort of lotus position with painfully folded knees and her crotch spread wide.
"You will catch cold like that," the Amazon joked staring at the gaping crotch.
She produced another rope. Li-Anne knew what she wanted to say but did not bother to protest or complain; she knew it would be pointless. She preferred to get the measure of this Amazon, who smiles as she wound rope around her waist. The ends of the rope were formed into a slip knot at the small of her back then passed under her buttocks. Li-Anne blushed as she felt Kamira's right hand feed the rope through from behind her then her left hand worm under her to pull it through to the front. Kamira pulled the rope tight with a sharp tug. Li-Anne could not hold back a cry of pain and surprise. The two ends of the rope formed parallel grooves either side of her womanhood, making her button stand proud.
In her shame, Li-Anne glared reproachfully at the Amazon. "Have you quite finished?" she asked scornfully.
"Not quite," Kamira answered, oblivious of the murderous look in her captive's eyes, while she braided her victim's hair into a thick short plait on top of her head and bound it with a long rope. "That's enough for now," ordered Sangra. "Now do the same to Mariko."
"What?" gasped Mariko in shock. "Why me?"
"You made a mistake, you must be punished."
"No!" protested Mariko. "You can't do that to me; I was tied up all night!"
"So was I," Li-Anne interrupted, not wanting to be a passive victim. "I was tied up all night too, and here I am still tied up, so why not you too?"
"Listen to your little sister," scoffed Sangra, gripping Mariko's elbows. Dumbstruck, she let them remove her short white leather blouson. Underneath, she was wearing a tight red crop top, which exposed her arms, shoulders and navel. Sangra took obvious pleasure squeezing Mariko's bare arms in her hands while Kamira crossed her wrists and bound them. She tied Mariko in exactly the same way as Li-Anne, with a second leather collar from Sangra's cavernous pockets. The rope round her stomach, anchoring her wrists against her back, pulled her white leather miniskirt up to her waist, revealing the bronzed skin of her legs above the tops of her thigh boots and her small pink panties. Mariko yelped in pain when Kamira pulled that bond brutally tight around her wrists. Despite her own painful position, Li-Anne could not hide a smile of satisfaction that her half-sister was suffering the same torment as she was.
The leather of Mariko's boots ground painfully into her skin as Kamira forced her legs into the lotus position to bind them as she had bound Li-Anne.
The two half-sisters were now sitting face to face, bound legs spread, arms behind their backs, hands twisted up between their shoulder blades and their breasts crushed between cols of rope. Kamira braided Mariko's hair as she had Li-Anne's.
At least I am getting fresh air like this, thought Li-Anne bitterly. The only difference between us is that they didn't strip Mariko!
Kamira made a slipknot and tightened it around the plait which she had put Mariko's hair into on the top of her head. She then took hold of the much longer rope tied to Li-Anne's plait. She passed it to Sangra and the giantess threaded it through a ring attached to the ceiling. The loose end of the rope hung down about at the level of the bound girls' chins. Kamira pulled it until Li-Anne was sitting with her back as straight as a ramrod and her neck stretched upwards. Li-Anne's face was contorted with the pain of the tension on her scalp. Kamira kept the tension on the rope and threaded it through the loop attached to Mariko's hair. Sangra helped her force Mariko stretch up too then tied off the end of the rope. When she had finished, both half-sisters were tied securely in the lotus position, forced to stay rigidly upright as the least relaxation by either of them would cause terrible pain for both of them as it pulled agonisingly on their hair.
"I think that will do, won't it?" asked Kamira.
Sangra expressed her approval. "Excellent work. We just have to gag them now."
Li-Anne blanched as out of the corner of her eye she glimpsed Sangra retrieving the terrible saliva-soaked sock. "I think your sister has had enough of the taste of this," said Sangra, bringing the sock up to Mariko's mouth. The young woman looked at it in disbelief. "You're not going to put that disgusting thing in my mouth!"
Seeing that Sangra seemed to have made her mind up, Mariko clamped her mouth shut with all her strength. Sangra's huge fingers gripped her nose. Mariko was determined to resist but Kamira joined in the game by tugging hard on the rope which connected the sisters' hair. They both howled in pain and Sangra took her chance to force the dirty sock into Mariko's mouth. Mariko retched and shook her head from side to side, completely panic-stricken. These wild movements brought more torment to their hair and soon forced the young woman to calm down. Li-Anne was relieved; she had felt as though needles were being driven into her skull. She watched Kamira revelling in her cruelty as she tied the second sock at the back of Mariko's neck. It was twisted into a thin band that passed between Mariko's lips. She was breathing hard but being careful not to move her head again. Karmira jerked on the knot, forcing her head back only for it to be stopped short by the terrible pain in her scalp. Tears of shame and self-pity streamed down Mariko's cheeks. She did no know which was more disgusting, the taste of Sangra's feet or Li-Anne's saliva. It was all very well being with her sister, but she hardly tasted good, thought Mariko, swallowing painfully.
"And now for you," said Kamira bending sown and slipping her panites down over her long black legs.
Li-Anne watched from the corner of her eye, resigned to her fate. The panties were in a leopard-skin pattern, very fine and, even rolled in a ball, not very large. When Kamira pressed the ball of cloth against her lips, Li-Anne opened her mouth wide. She knew that any attempt to resist was futile and would only provoke further pain to her scalp. Kamira stuffed the panties into her mouth. Li-Anne grimaced; the taste was much more bitter and nauseating than Mariko's panties but not as bas as Sangra's sock.
"It looks as though she has acquired the taste," laughed Kamira, surprised to see Li-Anne take the panties without resisting.
Sangra had produced another object from her seemingly limitless pockets. It was a rubber ball with two thin leather straps. Li-Anne had never seen anything like that before. but understood its use immediately when Kamira pushed the ball into her mouth on top of the panties already jammed in there and buckled it behind her stretched neck, tightening it to the last notch.
The thin straps bruised the corner of Li-Anne's mouth and the panties had a pungent taste but on the whole, she still preferred this gag to the dreadful sock she had borne for so long.
The Director twisted her bound wrists to massage her hands which had started to stiffen. Her eyes were glued to the sight of the two half-sisters, each as beautiful as the other, locked in a hostile face to face confrontation and united in their pain. Li-Anne and Mariko were staring into each other's eyes. If looks could kill, Mariko would have died instantly. Mariko's expression was more imploring. Her limbs and hair were in as much torment as Li-Anne's but she also had to suffer the terrible gag which half choked her.
Sangra bent down and studied Mariko's tear-filled eyes. "I think this will teach you a lesson about tying up prisoners properly."
She straightened up and, with the back of her hand, jerked the rope connecting the captive sisters' hair, giving them another painful jolt. "Have fun, girls," she teased. "We have to get the Director ready for her ceremony now."
The Director looked at her with raised eyebrows. Without another word, Sangra took her by the elbow and, in a moment, the half-sisters were alone in the dungeon, bound in their grim parody of a conversation.
I rather think that there would have been more to the story, but this is all that was posted.
THE END