The basement room seemed to be filled with a cacophony her moans. The room itself was soundproofed, she was sure of it. When she had first awoken, hanging in a strapado position with her arms wrenched behind her with rope, she had tried to scream. Even as she squirmed in her ropes, the remains of her outfit hanging from her in strips, she had screamed and screamed. But no one had come. For what seemed like forever afterwards she just hung there, swaying back and forth, unable to lessen the strain on her limbs. In addition to the ropes around her arms and chest, her legs were lashed apart to two separate hooks on the ground. A thick leather collar encircled her neck, with a rope leading from it to another anchor point on the ground in front of her. Even without a gag, utterly helpless.

It was terrifying and arousing all at once.

She had no idea how long she strained there, desperate for release. Whether escape or…or pleasure. She tried to close her eyes, tried to block out her situation, but the ropes were too well done. There was no relief. No escape from the sensation of unyielding, tight, bondage.

The door opened and she tried to raise her head. Before they got so close that she wouldn’t be able to track anything but their legs. Her eyes widened.

She had been expecting some burly, creepy man. Some bastard intent on all manner of horrible things for her. What she had not been expecting was two gorgeous Greek women, clad in shiny, slick latex outfits, confidently striding towards her. Both were of the same height, one with black hair, the other with golden blonde. She was taken aback enough that she didn’t immediately begin screaming at them to let her go. Her brain, exhausted already from the stress position she was in, needed a few extra moments to spin back up.

The two women took advantage of the shocked silence to close the distance.

“My, my,” Golden-hair said to her compatriot, “It seems our new toy likes what she sees.”

“Mmmm…” Black-hair grunted in agreement, a predatory smile suffusing her features, “Well that’s fair. She’s a delightful little package isn’t she?”

That finally drove the woman to speak, “Let me go!” She began to thrash around in her bonds once more, the presence of her captors now reigniting her desperate struggles, “You can’t do this to me!”

Black-hair laughed and stepped behind her, out of sight. Golden-hair joined in her partner’s amusement for a moment, and then grabbed the woman’s chin, “You are a silly little slut aren’t you? We can do what we please with you, because you don’t get a say over your future anymore.”

“When I get out of here I’m gonnmmafffgghhh!” The woman’s tirade was suddenly cut off as Golden-hair gripped her hair and kissed her. Hard. Passionately. She tried to squirm away, but her bonds and the woman’s hand on the back of her head forced her in place. Forced her to submit to the kiss. To the woman’s hunger for her.

“Mmmmmm…” Golden-hair broke away, licking her lips provocatively, “You taste delightful, little slave. We’re going to enjoy you.”

“Fuck you!”

“Language.” Golden-hair tut-tutted and then looked above her straining head.

SMACK!

“Gaaaaaahhh!!” The shriek was torn from her throat as her bare ass was suddenly slapped with a flogger.

SMACK! SMACK!

She began to suck in a breath to begin screaming again, and Golden-hair rammed a ballgag into her mouth.

“MMFFGGG!!! UUUFFKK OOouuuuuuu!!” She raged against her bonds as the woman calmly buckled the gag tightly around her face. And then slapped her. Three times in quick succession.

“You’ll keep a civil tongue in your mouth when addressing your owners, slut.” Golden-hair’s voice was calm, with just a hint of hungry fire beneath it. As if she wanted, lusted, for further disobedience, “I think what you need is some time to acquaint you with your new position. So Mistress Andromeda is going to flog your cute little rear until you are begging us. You will beg us for more bondage. You will beg us to screw you silly. And you will beg us to be our enthusiastic little sex slave for as long as we want to keep you.” Golden-hair grinned at the horror in the woman’s eyes, and leaned in to whisper, “And I want to keep you for a looooong time, slut.”

The flogger continued to swing as Mistress Andromeda kept up her barrage, and the bound woman shook and quivered under it, and under the weight of what Golden-hair had just said. She screamed into her gag, a combination of fear, rage, and lust at the thought of deeply realized fantasies being carried out whatever her wishes otherwise. Golden-hair smirked, and gave her another deep kiss over her ballgag before straightening up and languidly gliding from the room. Making certain that her new toy got a good look at her departing figure. She’d be worshipping it soon enough.

The door closed behind her and Golden-hair, or Mistress Alexandra as she called herself here, rolled her shoulders for a moment while letting a very un-domineering giggle slip out. She hurried away from the room, which effectively absorbed the screams from their little project that Mistress Andromeda was no doubt continuing to elicit. She walked down a hallway containing another half dozen doors leading to rooms much like she had just left, enjoying the faintest snatches of moans, screams, and babbling pleas as she went. God she loved working here.

Eventually she came to the end of the hallway, which branched to either side of a door. She knocked perfunctorily, already entering on the second rap, “I must admit Georgia, you picked a good one for us. She’s got some fire in her for someone with such submissive fantasies.”

Alexandra’s supervisor, Georgia, was reclining behind her desk. In front of her was a large monitor that had an array of images. Each being beamed to it from one of the playrooms in the facility. Each one letting her check up on her dommes and their carefully selected playmates. The woman was dressed in casual, comfortable clothes, her fiery red hair done up in a loose ponytail. After all, she wasn’t due to entertain a playmate until much later this evening. No need to go through the work of getting into fetish gear until then.

“I thought she’d be someone you and Andy would enjoy playing with,” Georgia grinned and beckoned Alexandra to join her. Alexandra enjoyed that faint tinge of Scottish brogue that always seemed to dance just on the edge of hearing whenever her boss spoke.

“It’s a pretty intensive enslavement scenario,” Alexandra admitted as she obeyed the summons to come behind Georgia’s desk, “Like, most of our clients who opt for that go for three or four days at most. Two weeks is…a lot.”

“Oh it most definitely is,” Georgia agreed, “But I have something else to tell you about her, that’s not in her file.” She tapped a key and brought up an image of the room that Alexandra had just left. Andromeda was crouched in front of the bound woman, clearly instructing her or speaking to her about something. Their captive gag a stuboorn shake of her head, her body writhing in its bonds. Andromeda stood back up and began to sort through a collection of corporal correction instruments nearby. Clearly getting set for the next round now that the slut was warmed up.

“Little miss Trish here, in addition to all the wonderful things in her file, is special. You see, her husband signed her up for this after wheedling out all of her kinky preferences and biggest fantasies. Paid for the whole ride. Meant to be a special present for the both of them.” Georgia couldn’t hold back her mounting giggle as she flicked over to another screen, “And, in a turn I don’t think I’ve ever seen in my five years here…she paid for his visit as well.”

Alexandra’s eyes widened in time with her own smile as she saw the new image come up on the screen. A young man was positioned over a bondage bench, though his identity was completely concealed by the rubber catsuit that covered him (including a separate thick hood) from head to toe. Mistress Persephone, that gorgeous ebony Amazon, was positioned behind him. Alexandra watched, transfixed, as the latex clad dominatrix gently pressed her strapon in and out of the moaning boy’s backside. She moaned a little herself as she watched him twitch and squirm in his leather bonds. Utterly helpless. Utterly restrained. And then the implications of what Georgia said hit home, and Alexandra let out a delighted giggle.

Georgia joined her, the woman’s eyes dancing with glee, “Both of them signed the other up for the two week intensive enslavement package, with quite detailed lists of what we are meant to do with them in that period. And both of them also paid for a further week of ownership for their lover if we can break them.” Georgia gave a hungry little growl, “I suppose they each expected to be getting a docile submissive partner for at least a month or two post vacation.”

Alexandra grinned, “You mean I get to play with that hot little minx another whole week if we can make her actually give in to us?”

“Yep.” Georgia’s eyes were firmly fixed on Persephone’s now rhythmic debasement of her prisoner, “And I’ve decided to tuck into the hubbie with Persephone. I just wanted to show you this to give you a goal to work towards. Cause I’ve got some ideas already for when they’ve both given in to being our little sex toys.”

Her boss grinned up at her, and Alexandra matched it with an equally hungry one. Today was just getting better and better.