Bound Friends Pt. 02

Red Slave swallowed her fear and began, it was the first time New Slave could remember seeing her afraid. It was not fast, though admittedly faster than New Slave thought she would be able to force herself to eat that gooey mess that tasted like actual garbage. Once it was gone she even licked the bowl clean like she had this morning, another thing New Slave wasn't sure she could do knowing it was going to make her hurt soon.

"That's a good slave, now we'll be back later and we're taking your friend with us. Thinking about you suffering alone will just make our night so much better, and that's why we purchased you in the first place was to make our weekend better. Tell us how much you love being able to please us by eating your punishment chow." Mistress said in perhaps the most cruel and taunting voice she had used yet.

You could see a glimmer in Red Slaves eyes that wanted to be angry at them for rubbing this in her face, but instead she stayed professional and thanked them both for letting her serve them, and that she hopes she can continue to do so.

"Well then, we're off," Master said as He got up and started walking towards His wife and the door. "Oh, almost forgot," He said as He pulled out Red Slave's remotes. He turned her NESIC up to 3 and set them on the top of the table far outside of Red Slaves reach but leaving the led display clearly within her line of sight. "Goodbye for now slave," he said as he took his wife's arm in his and with New Slave in toe opened the door and left Red Slave alone in the dark. It will only be another 10 minutes before she begins to feel the punishment, and now alone she shed a tear or two in the silent dark, knowing what was coming and that there was nothing that could be done anyone to help her.

****

Despite their slow pace, New Slave was still having to work very hard to keep up with her two owners. They walked the same basic route to the kitchen, but didn't make the final turn she had that morning, continuing on instead to what looked like a small restaurant. It returned to the brushed cement that the main hall had, the carpet itself ended at the hallway, she just hoped she didn't have to walk as fast on this.

"Hi, what room and how many?" Said a server in a classy but understated black dress.

"142, two humans and one slave," He replied.

New Slave couldn't help but take that last line rather serious. They weren't even calling her a human. It was so demeaning but the feeling faded as she looked around saw a few woman and a man dressed like she was all leashed to tables, sitting on the ground like she undoubtedly would have to. They didn't look like the regular humans at the tables with their cloths and seats and no chains, it seemed right to call it how it looked. The three were shown to a booth, thankfully not far from the entrance as the concrete was not nearly as easy to crawl on.

They looked over the menu screens, and chatted about something too quietly for New Slave to follow. In fact, since hooking her leash to the base of the table when they first sat down they hadn't so much as looked at her. She hoped they would let her eat soon because the one bowl of Slave Chow from that morning was starting to ware off.

A waitress soon came, setting a green wine shaped bottle and two glasses on the table, but set a small bowl of water on the floor. New Slave however was too thirsty to think about the indignity. At least she thought it was better than being left alone most of the day. And the way her bar and chains hooked up meant the only way to drink the water was to keep her ass high in the air as she bent down to drink. She assumed people were staring and blushed, but in reality almost no one even noticed. She began to lay on her side and curled up for the long hall, she wasn't going anywhere but at least she was out with her owners and not in the dark.

Eventually their food came, but nothing came for her. She could smell the steak from His plate and saw Mistress accept a very large bowl filled with some kind of pasta. She looked up with pleading eyes but gave up quickly, they never so much as glanced down at her. If they wanted her to have some she would, but it's not likely. Slaves don't get to eat the good food. She settled in for the wait, looking around at the other slaves laying beside their owner's tables.

"Is that you? Yeah I thought I recognized you," New Slave looked up and saw Paul standing right beside her. She was startled and looked up to her Master for an idea of what to do next.

"Do you know her?" Mistress asked.

"Oh sorry, rude, I just nearly tripped over this poor girl as I walked by and thought I saw a familiar face. Should have asked her owners before addressing her I guess. Well I'm meeting a friend, good to see it working out,," he said as he knelt down to get a good look at New Slave. She wasn't sure what to do so she simply stayed quiet, he left soon enough.

"Do you actually know that guy?" Mistress asked as they both looked down from their tables.

"Yes Mistress. Just recently though Mistress," New slave said as she looked up to meet their eyes. She was distracted though as she saw Tom walk in alone to sit with Paul at the far side of the room.

Mistress bent down and unleashed New Slave from the table, allowing her to sit up and look them both in the eye a bit better. "Do you know the man he's with?" She asked. New Slave nodded her head. They both scooted forward a bit.

"OK, breaking character for a bit, I need to ask you something. This isn't a Master and Mistress asking their slave, this is just me and my wife asking someone else something. Understand?" He said, waiting for New Slave to nod her head before continuing. "You're not just new to the auction, you seem new to all of this. Did he have something to do with you signing up, did he make you?" He asked with a note of seriousness that put Andrea off balance.

"Kind of, he's the one that brought it up but it's not like he forced me I guess."

"What do you mean you guess? Do you not want to do this?"

"I do, I guess, I mean, well the last day has been the most intense experience of my life. I'm just not sure I would have done this if I didn't need the money. You see this was my first time here and I didn't know orgasms cost money..."

"Let me guess, one of those two brought you that fuckwall and next thing you know you're hopelessly in debt? Then he brings up the auction as a way out?" He asked cutting Andrea off.

"That's exactly what happened, how.."

"You're not the first, those two are real creeps. They run the auctions at a lot of the FetFairs so they get a cut of the auctions. And they both get a perverse pleasure in tricking novices. They like thinking about unleashing unsuspecting newbies into situations they can't always cope with. The worst part is they profit from it too, together they personally get 10% of every auction. But if someone safewords out, their percentage of pay goes to the house, which they get half of. I don't know if they've got dirt on the FetFair board or pay them off or they just honestly don't know or something, I don't know why they haven't been fired. But I digress," he said being sure to keep his voice down so it doesn't travel to them. "Exactly how new are you to all this?"

Andrea gave them the quick version, that it all came up a week ago and that besides internet searching she really had almost no experience at all. She told them how they had planned to come here in part to learn a little more first hand, because it seemed to be something her and her friends very much seemed to enjoy. She said how she didn't plan to go this intense but that there wasn't anything yet showing her she didn't like being tied, humiliated and controlled.

"Look," his wife interjected. "This is only a one time offer, but is this too much for you? Do you need us to go lighter? We do not agree with the way those two play fast and loose and if you're in over your head we wouldn't feel right making you keep doing this against your consent. We wouldn't count it as a safeword, you would still stay with us but for all we care you could watch tv in the room the whole time. Since it wouldn't count as backing out you'll still get paid, I just don't like this being just about money if it's in any way something you don't want to do."

Andrea thought about it. It was a perfect out, she wouldn't have to worry about the debt or her parents finding out about it. She could sleep in a normal bed again, she could have actual cloths not made of metal. Her rational mind said yes, but it wasn't the only vote. If she's getting paid either way, another part of her said why not stay? She certainly wouldn't have as memorable a time waiting around in a hotel room for a day as her friends still worked. She couldn't exactly leave the building early and still get paid.

"I may not have known everything going into it, but I am having fun. Mostly. Terrifying fun, but I'm not hating it. I might sound different when I'm eating slop and sleeping in a cage but no, even if it's coming just a little fast I like not being in control at all. This slave wants to finish her time."

The two smiled, but not the devilish "I have a nasty scheme" smile. A genuine one, like a friend might give another upon hearing good news. Mistress, with her slave's leash still in hand, leaned in to whisper in her slave's ear. "Last chase, 3... 2... 1..." At the end of the countdown, still without protest, she pulled the leash down and reattached it to the base of the table, once again forcing New Slave to stay down. The two returned to their meals and once again ignoring their slave.

The waitress eventually returned, removing their plates and coming back with dessert. The two seemed content to eat that even slower. Half way through their dessert the waitress came with another bowl to set in front of the slave, this one filled with the familiar gelatinous "food" of Slave Chow. It did smell better than her last bowl, and as she cautiously nibbled around the rectangular edges it tasted better too.

"Slave, we figured we'd treat you to something special. That one's apple flavor, you might even enjoy it." He said, acknowledging her existence for the first time since she had been re-chained.

She wasn't sure she'd call it apple, but it certainly did taste almost vaguely sweet. Small bites gave way to large ones as her hunger began to exert itself. Before she knew it she was licking the bowl clean of any vaguely sweet remains she might have missed.

She felt a tug on her chain as she saw the two getting up from the table with her leash already in hand. The concrete floor, if anything, hurt more after waiting for so long. "Mistress," she asked meekly after they had reached the hallway. "my knees are beginning to hurt, can you please take these off so that I can stand?."

The two came to a very sudden halt, turning to look their slave in the eye. "Do not mistake that frank discussion earlier as friendship slave. We gave you an out but you decided to stay a slave. Well slaves are property, and property doesn't get to make decisions its owners do. We were already returning to the room to do just that but perhaps you need a longer walk to remember who's in charge here," She said, gripping the leash tightly in her fist.

The rest of the walk was agonizing for New Slave, not just because of her knees but because she had let herself slip. She had gotten into a routine of simply taking orders, and even found a kind of enjoyment out of it. But allowing herself to forget for a moment had disrupted that. Her Mistress took her on a long and humiliating walk around the hallways, she almost worried they might be getting lost since everything looked the same. By the time the three had circled around and arrived back at their door, Mistress had still not said one more word and she worried she had upset her Mistress more than she knew.

New Slave was lead inside the room and immediately noticed Red Salve laying on her side shaking. Her red eyes looked sad and desperate, almost enough to evoke pity from her owners.

Mistress speedily unbound New Slave while Her husband prepared their slave's next torment. She bound her slave's hands together and pulled them behind her head like they had with Red Slave earlier. She stood Her slave up and attached a very short chain between a hook on the bedpost and the side of her collar. As New Slave looked over she could see Red Slave being attached to the bed in a similar way. The two then ran a long chain between the side of Red Slave's collar and the side of New Slave's collar. The did a similar attachment to their feet, locking the outside leg to the bedpost and the inside legs to each other, leaving both legs spread about two feet. It left both girls unable to do anything but look in front of them at the bed. The last step was re-attaching the gag harnesses, dildos attached.

The two laid back on the bed, His arm wrapped around Her, admiring the display before them. They each had remotes and began to turn up the stimulation of both slaves before setting them casually to their sides and embracing passionately. They kissed as they took each others clothes off, now ignoring everything else. Once they had stripped down He slid his already hard dick deep into His wife's waiting pussy. She moaned and wrapped Her legs around Her husband as the pace quickened. He was not going for an overly long (though certainly not short) time before the two cried out together as they both came. He fell exhausted to her side, still ignoring the overstimulated slaves they had made watch them. The two took their time showering and re-dressing before patting each slave on the head and leaving the room, turning off the light and plunging both into silent darkness.

By the time they returned hours later, they turned down the chips, allowed each slave to use the toilet, removed their gags and bindings before finally sending them them right to their cage to sleep. Thankfully it was something New Slave had much less trouble doing then she did the first night.

****

The same dull zap awoke her the next day from what was only a slightly better sleep than the night before. She looked up at the ceiling of her little prison for the shocks to end and tell her what her job was to be. "Wake Owners; Oral Sex Only" read the pale green message as it appeared and vanished from view. The cage on schedule opened allowing both her and Red Slave to get out and have one good stretch before setting to their task.

Master had slept beside New Slave's cage that night, and so she assumed He was the one she was responsible for waking. She knelt beside the bed and gingerly began to remove the covers at His midsection. He slept nude, giving her the advantage of not having to remove anything else before getting to work. She took hold of his soft penis and placed her mouth around it. She did her best to keep it from falling out without using her hand, but it was difficult without any rigidity.

As His cock began to respond she could hear him shifting around the covers, beginning to wake up. She saw Him stretch his legs as she continued to work on His quickly hardening shaft. She worked hard, bobbing up and down as quickly as she could given the angle she had. She saw from the corner of her eye he pulled back his arms and braced for the hand to the back of the head she anticipated for possibly not going fast enough or deep enough. Instead and to her surprise he simply nudged her off his cock completely.

"Slow down New Slave, it's a wake up not a race," He said as He sat up. Across from Him, His wife had already seemed to have Her fill and had Red Slave waiting, kneeling beside the bed in the same legs spread arms out posed she always took. Only after they had both used the bathroom did they allow their slaves to use it as well.

Mistress grabbed New Slave as she left the bathroom and threw her down on the bed lengthwise. As Red Slave returned she was ordered to straddle New Slave in a 69 position. Once they had each been locked to each other, and with no way to use their hands, did Mistress take the last step in removing the lower portion of their chastity belt. The belt remained, and was integral to the bindings the woman found themselves in, but for the first times since before the auction the slaves had their crotches free to the open air. New Slave knew what was coming, and was worried because she had never done this before.

"We thought since this is your last day we could indulge you this one time," Mistress said. " After we leave this room today we will not be coming back. So show your appreciation to your fellow slave, we'll give you five minutes. Go!"

New Slave didn't even have time to take a full breath before the (albeit light) weight of Red Slave was pressed mostly against her mouth. Her nose was pressed between Red Slave's cheeks but anything her mouth may be near was obscured from view. She opened her mouth and began to dart her tongue around as what she could best tell was Red Slave's pussy and not simply her thigh. At the same time Red Slave could see exactly what she was doing, and knew how to go about it. It was in very short order that New Slave was moaning into Red Slave's box and not paying much attention to anything but the desperate need built up over the weekend for an orgasm.

As the orgasm rattled through New Slave, it overwhelmed everything else. It was not even a white blinding light, because that would have required an ounce of consciousness to process a visual image. No, it was more overwhelming than that. It shook her to her soul but, Red Slave didn't stop. As New Slave returned to reality her sensitive self began pleading to make it stop. She bucked and pulled as best she could but Red Slave would not dislodge and her bindings didn't allow her the leverage to force her to. She couldn't even dislodge her mouth from Red Slave's crotch, so if nothing else her screams were at least being muffled by Red Slave's well.. you know.

As she quickly approached another, she felt the tongue stop as Mistress unchained and separated the two.

New Slave was quickly pulled by the leash to follow Mistress into the bathroom. She walked into the large tile shower with a metal cage in the corner much like Red Slave said she spent an entire weekend in. After disrobing Mistress joined her, she reached for two cables from the top of each wall and attached each to their appropriate wrist cuff. Against the wall was a large spreader bar that she attached to keep Her slave's legs apart. "Raise your arms," She commanded and as New Slave did she felt the slack be immediately taken from her, eventually leaving her arms held high, spread and secure.

She began to pull on a nozzle that protruded from the wall, revealing a hose that looked quite similar to a retractable garden hose. "Now, this may not be hot," she said as she burst New Slave with a short stream of cool water. "But really, you're in no position to complain are you slave?" She said punctuating the question with another burst of cool water.

"No, Mistress," New Slave murmured in a perfunctory way she had gotten used to. Mistress took pleasure in watching her squirm. She took particular care to hose down her hair, something that New Slave tried and failed to graciously accept. New Slave simply couldn't help but struggle as the cool water rolled down her head. Mistress moved from her head to anywhere else there might still be sweat or stink, eliciting another series of soft protests as She washed between Her slave's legs. She finished just as New Slave's teeth began to chatter. As New Slave was released and free to dry herself, she watched as Red Slave was brought into position and hosed down just the same but without any protest.

After they were dry, both slaves were once again fully outfitted and with their legs, thighs, wrist and elbows chained together. Only their gags were missing from how they first entered the room, but that was secured around each of their collars, letting the rubber fallace dangle as they walked. Their owners had set aside two large plastic boxes with their other clothes in them by the door, this place's equivalent of packing up. As they opened the door to the hallway they could see two other guests, one with a slave leashed just as they were leashed and walking behind just as they were. They headed back to the long windowless corridor that lead back to the main building's floor. New Slave braced herself to be the object of glare from the people on the main floor.