Morgan and Yoshe: Preparation
By atfirstdawn

*Mature content warning
*Morgan, Yoshe and Lori belong to 3Dcaptor

Our orders were clear; prepare ourselves for Lori. Lori, one of our captor's more cruel and dominant slaves, had chosen Yoshe (my gorgeous Asian cellmate) and myself to tease and torture for the next twelve hours. Yoshe and I had been dominated by Lori before, she had hurt and humiliated us and had enjoyed every second of it. Much like we were to our captor, Yoshe and I were Lori's favourites... 

Were we not prepared for Lori's arrival then her time with us would be extended indefinitely, a possibility that both Yoshe and I wanted to negate. 

In the middle of our cold stone cell Yoshe sat cradling her knees in her arms with a wide eyed expression of dread.
Kneeling down beside her I pulled her close, kissed her lips, whispered sweet nothings in her ear and assured her that it'd all be over soon. After a tender moment of silence I took Yoshe's hand and gently pulled her to her feet. I knew that the next twelve hours would see Yoshe and I at Lori's mercy, but for now Yoshe belonged to me and only me.

Leaving Yoshe stood in the middle of our cell, I made my way over to the far wall where numerous tools of the BDSM trade hung from nails, hooks and straps. I knew Lori would be expecting for Yoshe and I to be bound strictly enough so that our struggling would not impede her tortures. I also knew I'd feel guilty for binding Yoshe so tightly, but we both knew we had no choice. Pulling an armful of tools from the wall, I returned to Yoshe and stared into her trusting eyes before I began to bind her.

Dropping the tool at my feet, save for a pair of shackles, I stepped behind Yoshe, pulled her arms behind her back and locked the shackles around her wrists. Picking up a long length of chain, which I looped around Yoshe's shackles, I then threaded the same chain through one of the many hooks that hung down from our cell's ceiling. As I pulled the chain taut between the hook and Yoshe's shackles (which pulled Yoshe's arms up behind her), Yoshe was forced to bend forward at the waist until her hands were pointing skyward and her head was facing the floor. In doing this I heard her breathing become a little laboured, I moved on and tried to ignore the feeling of guilt as best I could.

Next I parted Yoshe's legs and strapped a spreader bar between her ankles and locked it in place with a padlock via a small metal ring (one of many) that was fixed to the cell's cold stone floor. Lastly I took a large ball gag with four straps from the pile of tools at our feet, pressing the ball gag gently against Yoshe's lips I felt my heart skip a beeat as she obediently opened her mouth to accept it. Pushing the ball gag in between her teeth I then pulled two of the four straps over Yoshe's cheeks and buckled them behind her head.

Raising Yoshe's head (which hung down towards the floor), I smiled to comfort her and then kissed her gagged lips. Now it was my turn to be bound and gagged... and I'd have to do it myself.

As I had done with Yoshe, I spread my own legs, strapped a spreader bar between my ankles and locked it to a small ring in the floor. From there I knelt in front of Yoshe and pressed my mouth against hers, taking the two straps that hung from the ball gag between her teeth I opened my own mouth over the portion of the latex ball that protruded from Yoshe's mouth and buckled the straps behind my head which locked us into and endless gagged kiss. 

Finally, I reached for one last pair of shackles, locked one of the shackles around one of my wrists, looped the chain of the shackles through the spreader bar between my ankles and locked the final shackle around my free wrist, thus locking both Yoshe and I in place to await Lori's arrival...

With both Yoshe and I bound, gagged and helpless to resist any torment that Lori was likely to have us endure we waited for what seemed like hours until we both suddenly realised that Lori's torture for us tonight was our own self inflicted isolation... As if we had read each other's minds, both Yoshe and I began to frantically struggle against our bounds in futile attempts to free ourselves from the strong chains and hooks that I'd used to imprison us both...

Groaning into our gags as we poured our combined strength into freeing ourselves both Yoshe and I began to wish for something we never thought we would... We wished for Lori to appear and spend her night with us...

***

In a candle-lit rose-tinted and sweetly scented bedroom, Lori, wearing only a velvet kimono, snuggled up beside Captor on the bed they were sharing and adoringly opened her mouth...

Moaning at the sweet taste that soon filled her mouth, Lori swallowed and then spoke in a soft and loving tone, "Oh Captor, these strawberries are gorgeous."

"Aren't they, though?" Replied Captor with a smile as he fed Lori another.