Katie awoke early the next morning. Her arms ached from being tied above her head for so long. She yearned to get up and stretch out her stiff body. Even her jaw ached from the gag that had resided in her mouth for so long. She looked down at a still sleeping Emily, tied in a hogtie, but still cuddled against her midsection. Katie's eyes watered as she thought back to the assault she had endured at Emily's hands the night before. She shuddered at the memory of the intense orgasms she had also endured at her attacker's hands, and mouth. Katie wondered if she was becoming a lesbian, or if she had always been a lesbian but didn't realize it. However, her body had also betrayed her when accosted by men, so maybe she was bisexual.
Katie tried to clear her mind of her sexual confusion, and return her focus to getting out of this insane situation. The more she thought, the more she was convinced that the talk of slavery in this day and age was ridiculous. It was all too possible that this was nothing but a sex crime, and that she might be killed when Mikey and his cohorts grew tired of her. She needed to remain focused on escaping their clutches as soon as possible. To do that, Katie knew she had to be smarter than she had been in her earlier attempts.
Emily began to stir, awakening after a good night's sleep. She remained cuddled against her lover, and regretted the fact that her hands were tied so she couldn't caress the body that lie next to her. She did greet the morning by kissing and licking Katie's side, moving up to the side of her breasts. Her efforts to kiss her nipples were unsuccessful as her bound body couldn't quite pull that off.
"Mmmphh," Katie grunted angrily at the sensation of Emily's mouth on her body.
"Good morning, love," Emily responded, ignoring Katie's outburst. "God I wish I wasn't tied so we could have another round of fun like last night."
Katie remained trapped in her position. She rolled her eyes in disgust, but knew it was pointless to attempt anything more at this point.
Before long, Ivan entered the room. "Good morning, ladies," he cheerfully said. "Time to get you freshened up. You have another big day ahead of you."
Ivan quickly released Emily's bonds, and moved to untie Katie's feet.
Emily immediately moved her hand to Katie's pussy and gave it a good morning caress.
Katie responded with an angry expletive, that was still muffled by the gag. As soon as Ivan released her first foot, Katie violently kneed Emily in the side, knocking her, and her encroaching hand, off the bed.
Emily giggled at the reaction, and stood back to watch Ivan finish untying her friend.
"Thank you, sir," Katie finally uttered, once the gag was removed. She then looked back to Emily and angrily shouted, "And you, keep the fuck away from me!"
Ivan handed the girls terry cloth robes to wear.
Emily winked and blew a kiss at Katie as she slipped into the robe and sauntered toward the door.
Katie was enormously grateful to have something to wear after being naked for so long. She kept her distance from Emily as they left the room, and was looking forward to getting cleaned up. She still felt Emily's juices that had dried on her face from the night before, and she wanted desperately to wash away the reminder of the ordeal.
Ivan for his part just smiled as he observed Katie's attitude toward Emily. While she had lashed verbally out at her former friend, he also saw the way Katie looked at Emily. Ivan knew that Katie was no longer fully in control of her feelings or actions, which was exactly what Mikey was striving for. Everything was going according to plan as he led the two captives to the bathroom to clean up before breakfast.
***
"So what do you think is going to happen next?" Emily asked Katie. She was shocked that they had been allowed to keep their robes on after breakfast, and they weren't bound in any way. It was actually a bit boring just sitting on the bed, locked in the basement room.
"Maybe they are getting bored with us and will let us go," Katie replied, equally as grateful for a bit of freedom and dignity. Katie sat in the chair, well away from Emily. She wondered why their torture had been on hiatus for most of the day. "This change in the way they are treating us has to be a good sign."
"So do you want to fool around?" asked Emily.
"God, no," exclaimed Katie. "You just don't get it? Really?"
"I'll lick your pussy again. You loved it last night," Emily continued, ignoring Katie's stern rebuff of her advances.
"Just stay away from me. Got it?" Katie responded. "I don't want you touching me ever again. And if we get out of here, I never want to see you again." Katie cringed a bit at the tingle between her legs, and she didn't let on to Emily that she was responding physically to the mere thought of Emily's tongue on her pussy."
Emily moped a bit as she curled up on the bed. She wasn't nearly as hopeful as Katie that they would escape Mikey's clutches, so she held out hope that the two of them would have more time together. "Look, I'm sorry. I know I screwed up. It's the story of my life the last couple of years."
Katie rolled her eyes. "No shit. Why did you have to drag me down with you? Look at me. Look at what has happened to me the last few days," Katie said with disgust. "I have a life. Or at least had one."
"I know, and again I'm sorry," Emily dejectedly continued. "I know you'll never be able to forgive me for getting you into this mess. I guess you have never been out of my mind, and when all my problems collapsed down on me, I just thought of you. And here we are."
"Just drop it. If you're really sorry and want to make it up to me, get me out of here," Katie countered.
"You don't know Mikey like I do," Emily replied. "Once he sets his mind to something, he follows through. If he says he is selling us to someone, he's doing it. He isn't going to make a mistake and let us escape."
"Shit," Katie muttered, completely disgusted. She figured Emily was right though, as she had witnessed first-hand. Maybe he was going to sell them, which was a scary thought.
***
Katie's fears were confirmed much quicker than she expected as minutes later the door to the room opened, and Mikey entered followed by Ivan and three strangers.
Mikey turned to the tall woman dressed in black leather, from her jacket down to her boots. "Mistress Natasha, I'd like you to meet Emily and Katie, your new property."
Emily lie still on the bed, her eyes showing the fear she felt.
Katie remained seated, her mind trying to comprehend yet another sudden, though not totally unexpected, change in fortune. She studied the new visitor and analyzed the situation in her head. Had she really been sold? The idea of this woman buying her was surreal. Natasha, at just over six foot, was an imposing figure, actually a bit scary to Katie. She had a lean, fit body with large breasts. She was a beautiful woman, apparently in her late 30s, with long black hair. Trying to make a good first impression, Katie meekly said, "It is a pleasure to meet you."
Mistress Natasha scornfully bellowed, "This is the way you present yourselves to your new owner? How dare you remain seated when I enter the room." Looking down at Katie, she added, "And how dare you address me without showing proper respect. You will refer to me as Mistress, is that understood?"
Emily and Katie responded in unison, "Yes, Mistress," as they rose from their respective seats in fear.
"Stand by the bed, now," Natasha ordered. "You will do as you are told immediately, without question. Understood?"
"Yes, mistress," the two girls answered.
"This is Olivia and this is Cesar," Natasha said, introducing her two associates. " Olivia will be assisting with much of your training. Cesar will assist when necessary. You will address them as Mistress and Master, and treat them with the same respect as you would me. I assume that is clear."
"Yes, mistress," Katie and Emily once again added in unison.
Katie tried to absorb what was developing. She studied Olivia and Cesar. Olivia was younger than Natasha, but similar in stature. Her long blonde hair stood out against the black leather she wore. Cesar appeared to be in his late 20s and was extremely muscular. He wore jeans and a leather jacket with no sleeves, which showed his strong arms. Katie did not have a plan of action, nor did she have a good feeling about where this was heading.
Emily, for her part, stood stunned at the new developments. She felt like she had fallen into a BDSM web site, with three leather clad torturers ready to devour her. She knew Mikey, and she had a good idea what he would do. Now, she had been thrown into limbo, with no idea what was coming next. The uneasy feeling in her stomach told her that there would be rougher days ahead.
"Let me see exactly what I bought," Natasha commented, walking up to Katie. "Lose the robe, slave."
Katie did as she was instructed, once again embarrassed to be naked before strangers.
Natasha ran her hands through Katie's hair, then put her fingers on each cheek to force Katie's mouth open. She inspected her mouth, and nodded at the straight teeth that braces had perfected just a few years prior. The Mistress next inspected Katie's breasts, kneading, lifting, and weighing them. "Nice and soft, with a nice D cup," she pleasantly commented. Natasha's hands scrutinized the rest of Katie's body, focusing on her arms and legs, then working her way up to her ass. "I like a strong, fit slave. Very nice."
Katie felt like a steer being judged at the stock show as her new owner inspected her body. She was suddenly shocked as Natasha, without notice, slipped a finger into her pussy. Katie's reflexes caused her to jump back slightly at the unexpected invasion.
"Did I say you could move?" Natasha yelled at Katie, jamming a second finger into her pussy, and lifting her body up onto her toes. "You will do as I say, and only what I say. And you will not pull away like that again."
"Yes, Mistress. Sorry, Mistress," Katie responded in a panic.
