Chapter 25 - Raven Rules
"Goodness, it feels good to get off my feet," I exclaimed as
we pulled out of the parking garage. "How are you two doing?"
"Fine, Milady Raven," Angel replied.
Huntress merely nodded, the wild, excited look still in her
eyes, the hard buttons of her nipples still showing through the thin
slave dress.
I was about to offer to find some place to stop and remove the
rest of their bonds, ending the fantasy role-playing, but something in
the intensity of the look Huntress wore stopped me. Instead, I stayed
in character.
"Huntress," I ordered, "tell me your impressions of this
evening's adventure."
"I have never been so excited, so intensely alive, so totally
free in my life," she declared. "When you decked that pig I wanted to
attack him on your behalf. If I'd been unbound, I would have. I
would have clawed his eyes out and bitten his nose off. Never have I
realized how much I have had to stifle my innate drives in our
society. Tonight, for the only time in my life, I could give in to
them and allow them to course through my body, relying on your control
and my bondage to replace the self-control I could release. It was
incredible! I never wanted it to end."
"Wow!" I breathed. "That's pretty intense. Are you okay? I
would have thought that binder was hurting your arms and shoulders by
now."
"The adrenaline that's been flowing through me, still is for
that matter, keeps the discomfort bearable. In fact, it heightens the
experience, since it constantly reminds me of the lengths you need to
go to in order to keep me under control. It's wonderful."
"Angel, what about you?" I asked, wondering if she had enjoyed
the experience as well.
"I want to go back, and go again, and do this as often as
possible," she proudly declared. "Did you see the way everyone was
looking at me? I have never felt so desirable in all my life, even
though I know how much you want me. Hundreds of people were
positively drooling after me, wanting the pure innocence I projected
for themselves. Thanks to you, Milady Raven, when you were Brandy,
you showed me that I can be truly attractive, even sensuous, but I
wondered if your own desire was typical. Tonight I could feel the
need of those who looked at me, knowing that it was my body they
wanted since as a slave my mind was irrelevant. I have never felt so
alive, so beautiful, as when that man demanded to buy me!"
"But you, Milady Raven, you were incredible. So powerful, so
confident, so perfect!" she continued. "I never knew you had it in
you."
"I didn't either," I admitted. "But the character took me
over just like Brandy took over Ran. While I was in there, I was
dominant and would allow no rivals. It's a good thing we took extra
care with my own hidden binding, tonight, because I was HOT!"
"That's a fact," breathed Huntress. "All night I wanted to be
taken to bed by you, forced to pleasure you, forced to accept pleasure
from you. I need you, Milady Raven!"
"Me, too," Angel confirmed. "Make me your love slave for the
night. Please. I need you so!"
Their scent was filling the car again, flooding from each of
them and feeding on the heated breath we were all expelling. I tried
to decide on a suitably intense fulfillment of their expressed desire.
The key feature tonight had been public exposure as slaves. We could
always go back to our house and use the bungees in our bedroom, but
that was not the scenario for tonight. It would have to be public, or
at least risk becoming public. Yet it had to be compatible with
hobbles and high heels.
After a few minutes thought, the idea came to me. The lonely
hilltop rest area where Tanyon had attacked me would make a
dangerously exposed place for sex. Especially if we decided to visit
the little convenience store on the way to buy something, just for the
excuse to get out of the car in public. The slaves still wore their
masks, as I did, and we might look like robbers if we went in wearing
them, so they would have to be removed, revealing our real identities
within the store. With that plan in mind, I resumed my Raven
personality at full force. The first step in my new plan was to pull
of the freeway at a deserted rest stop. I got out of the car and
stepped around to the door where Angel was sitting, in the back seat
on the passenger side. With my help, she was soon out of the car and
standing on her high heels. I reattached the hobble chain, which left
her unable to bend over, then removed her white domino mask. Though I
was not nearly as strong as Rocky, nor even the men who had lifted
these slave girls onto stage at the party, I was still plenty strong
enough to lift Angel. I put one hand behind her knees and one behind
her back and lifted her up. As I bent her legs forward at the waist,
her ankles were drawn back by the chain from her wrists and neck.
When I placed her in the seat again, I turned her so that her heels
rested on the seat rather than the floorboard, providing room for her
knees. She couldn't stretch her legs out, but she was now completely
bound again and seated. In a moment, the seat belt was again about
her waist, trapping her bound arms behind her and it was Huntress's
turn.
I repeated the process with her, running the chain from the
ring on her red armbinder to her ankles. The flaring excitement and
intense energy in her eyes was even more noticeable when her own mask
was removed, then I pulled her around to the opposite side into the
back seat behind the driver. She was fastened in place facing Angel,
now also fully bound but able to sit in the car. Then I removed my
own mask and started driving again.
As I expected, raising their heels to the level of their seats
had caused the tiny skirts of the slaves dresses to fall back into
their laps, revealing their mounds. Huntress, as she had told us once
upon a time, was shaved smooth while Angel had a delicate blonde
fringe. Though they had seen and loved each other before, the display
they provided to each other in the car was more public and more forced
since they could not move away and it made them more vulnerable in
their exposure. Any trucker driving along might also get a direct
look at them, though the darkness would actually hide them quite well.
The road to the hillside rest area was on our way and we
reached it in much less than the hour it would have taken to get all
the way home. When we arrived at the convenience store, the same
matronly lady was attending the counter. She might even remember me,
probably would in fact, but that was part of the public aspect of the
visit. We would not be totally anonymous this time. I parked the car
and lifted each slave out in turn, not attaching their leashes this
time, but leaving them bound.
"All right," I said, "you can each pick out one drink, though
you won't get to drink it, yet."
With that I swung into the store, leaving them standing. The
automatic door opened before me and I proceeded to shop among the
merchandise, ignoring them completely. After a second of shocked
surprise, they followed me into the store, scurrying with short,
hobbled steps. The matronly operator came out from behind her
counter, demanding an explanation.
"What's going on here?" she tried to ask Huntress. Her only
reply was a disdainful snarl. When she repeated her question to
Angel, she received only silence. Finally, I walked over to her.
"We want to buy something to drink," I explained, as though
there were nothing else significant to comment on.
"What are those girls doing wearing chains?" she asked. "And
what's that thing on that one girl's arms?"
"They're shopping," I replied simply. "Huntress is wearing an
armbinder, to improve her posture and keep her out of trouble. Now,
we'll be making our selections and leaving, if you're through with
your questions."
"Release them at once," the kindly, confused lady demanded.
"Do you want to be released?" I asked my slaves.
"No, Milady Raven," they chorused.
"Then there's no problem, is there?" I asked the matron,
letting strength into my voice to stop her questions.
She retreated behind the counter, still looking darkly at me
and wonderingly at the bound women. The slave girls indicated their
soft drink selections, I added my own, and then we returned to the
car. Again I lifted each into her seat, letting the brief skirt fall
back to expose them, now more noticeable under the lights of the
convenience store parking lot. It was only a few minutes' drive and
we were back to the hillside rest area, not surprisingly deserted at
the late hour. Unlike the visit to the convenience store, this time
when I lifted the slaves from the car, I attached their leashes. They
followed me down the slight slope to the area with the park bench, the
scene of my long ago degradation. I had in mind repeating, at least
symbolically, Tanyon's attack on me, but with the crucial difference
of willingness on the part of the slaves, and with love among us all.
In this way, I hoped to bury my rape under a new experience of
sensual, mutual pleasure.
When we arrived at the bench, I tied off their leashes, then
removed my own jacket. My snug leather miniskirt followed, revealing
the tape that bound my own raging erection into obscurity. This
followed, then my thong bikini and my sword leaped into the night air,
anxious and hunting for prey. I stood there before my slaves, wearing
my shiny black corset and thigh-high boots, my hair tumbling in liquid
waves to my waist, a few strands idly waving in the delicate evening
breeze. That breeze provided me with an idea, and I reached to each
slave to pull the halter top down over her shoulders. The split
design, open to the navel anyway, easily went around their arms,
leaving their hard nipples exposed to the cool night air.
"Huntress, I believe it might benefit you to nurse Angel for a
while," I commented casually. This invitation, or at least
permission, was all that she needed. In a flash, she was sucking at
Angel's erect nipples, biting with more intensity than Angel was used
to. However, I let them go without comment, expecting that the pain
to Angel was minor and recognizing that this attack was correct for
the persona of Huntress.
It is always possible to stimulate milk production, though it
takes a prolonged period of attempted nursing to achieve it except
immediately after childbirth. Kelly and I had played around with the
idea of starting her flow and had dedicated fifteen or twenty minutes
to it, several times a day over the last week. I hadn't really
thought of using Huntress in that role until I saw Angel so
delightfully exposed, but it seemed like a natural follow on to my own
endeavors. I was surprised however, when Angel actually started to
flow a little, so was Huntress. She lifted her head, a drop of milk
visible on her lips, a look of pleased wonder on her face.
Since I was nominally in charge of this circus, I decided I
had the right to take advantage of the efforts of my slaves, so I
stopped Huntress before she could resume.
"That will do, Huntress, now stand quietly for a moment."
I bent to my golden blonde slave and started sucking intently
at her flaring nipple. The flow was slight, here at the start, and
thin but still definitely milk, warm and triggering a sense of
nourishment from before conscious memory. I indulged myself for a
little while at her first nipple, then set myself the pleasant task of
teasing flow from the second, a task which succeeded after a few
energetic minutes. Throughout this experience Angel had been
breathing heavily, caught up in the rapture of this new pleasure.
This one we would repeat.
"Now, slaves, which of you will I use first?" I mused, my eyes
warning them that I did not want any suggestions and that they should
therefore be silent. Nonetheless, each one begged to be used first
with their expressions, desire and need wafting strongly from each.
I sat at the bench and idly played with the leashes, teasing
them about my choice, finally selecting one to pull loose.
"Come, Huntress, you look hungry tonight. Feast on me for a
while," I directed as I pulled her by her leash to stand in front of
me. A downward pressure and she carefully squatted to her knees,
maintaining her balance in part by leaning back against the pressure
at her collar. Once she was down, I ran the chain of her leash
between my legs and under the bench.
"Wait just a minute, Huntress," I said, then untied Angel's
leash as well. I pulled her around behind the bench so that she faced
over my shoulder toward the kneeling red-clad slave, and then led
Huntress's leash between Angel's legs as well, putting the end of
Huntress's leash into Angel's bound hands behind her back.
"Angel, you will set the pace and depth for Huntress tonight.
Pull on her leash as necessary to guide her to her duty."
With that I leaned back, cradling my head between Angel's
beautiful tits and relaxed in expectation of my slave girls'
attention. Angel immediately began to work the end of the leash
through her hands until the tension began to draw Huntress toward the
tip of my sword. As soon as she was within reach, Huntress began to
lick at my erection, caressing the tip and then the base with her
moist tongue. I'm not sure if Angel wanted to keep Huntress from
doing too good a job, or was just so excited herself that her time
sense was distorted, but it seemed that Huntress had hardly begun to
lick at me when Angel tugged sharply on her leash. In response,
Huntress opened her glossy lips and took the tip of my cock into her
mouth. The two beautiful slaves began a steadily increasing rhythm,
drawing my cock into Huntress's mouth, then retreating. Angel watched
excitedly, her own breathing getting as ragged and intense as if she
were the recipient of the erotic ministrations of her slavemate.
Huntress was performing splendidly, willing and able to
provide incredible depth as the tension in her leash pulled her head
further and further onto my cock. If I had been the slave that night,
I would have been very happy to just allow myself to come from this
pleasant exercise, but I had further duties. When I could feel the
tension begin to build, I leaned forward and caught the short-haired
slave's head in my hands.
"That's enough for now. Angel, release her leash. Huntress,
stand up."
They followed my orders, or course, then I used Angel's leash
to pull her around to stand if front of me as well. I stood up
myself, then positioned Angel on her back on the bench, spreading her
knees on either side of the plank seat, though her ankle hobbles
forced them to close around the boards. Her chain was carefully
placed to allow her legs to bend without excessive tension at her
collar, though the same chain ran beneath her back as a constant
reminder of her bondage. She positioned her hands under the small of
her back where they were not under the load of her hips while I walked
over to tie her leash off on the far end of the bench, leaving her
unable to sit up even if she had been able to bend forward while
wearing her chains. Then I flipped up the brief hem of her skirt to
expose her glistening lower lips.
For this position, I unlatched one side of the hobble holding
Huntress's ankles and ran the chain around the outside of her hip so
that she could bend over. I positioned her so that she could lean
forward to reach Angel's exposed mound and had both slaves spread
their legs. Huntress immediately began to lick and suck at Angel's
shining jewel, while I moved behind Huntress with my own sword still
shimmering with the sheen provided by her talented mouth. Flipping up
Huntress's brief skirt, I joined with Huntress and began to rock
forward and back, the pressure driving Huntress and her busy tongue
deeply into Angel's clit. Still my slave girls did not speak, since I
had not given my consent.
I reached around Huntress and began to caress the hard nipples
of her small tits with my leather-gloved hands. In a few minutes, she
began to pant with frantic energy, signaling the first of our
successes for the evening. Angel was not far behind and it took all
my attention to keep from joining them while they shook together with
their shared pleasure. However, once Huntress quit shaking and
resumed her focused attention on Angel, I withdrew, provoking a quick
groan from her, instantly stifled.
My next arrangement took advantage of Huntress's unhobbled
ankles to walk her forward over Angel's face. My intention was
obvious and she quickly settled in to receive from Angel what she had
been so skillfully providing just moments before while I straddled the
bench to enter Angel. This time I intended to allow myself to climax,
though not until both of my slaves had achieved an additional burst of
pleasure as well. Both were primed and ready, though, and in only
minutes their excited moans were forced from their lips by the
pleasure exploding within their bodies. Though she was not spread
eagled with gentle tension as we did at home, Angel was just as
completely immobilized and her energy was forced back internally,
finding maximum intensity in those muscles surrounding my raging
erection. Her own climax demanded my own, which pumped into her with
unstoppable pressure.
When we could breathe enough to allow independent motion
again, I withdrew from my beautiful blonde slave and stood up.
"All right, Huntress, stand up again," I ordered. In a
moment, her ankles were again hobbled, her soft skirt draping just
long enough to cover her shaved feminine treasure if she stood
carefully, as she had been doing all evening. Before I released
Angel, I donned my own clothes, the thong bikini sufficient for my
diminished cock, at least for a while. My skirt followed, then my
jacket and I was again elegantly dressed. Only then did I release
Angel from the bench, though of course she still wore her bonds. I
led them up to the car by their leashes and put them into it again,
still exposed from the waist up by the movement of their halters down
around their arms..
This time our ride home was quiet, all of us spent by our
incredible experiences of the evening. When we finally reached home,
I first had both slave girls come into our house before releasing
them.
"So, Huntress, are you glad you agreed to come along with us
this evening?" I asked with a grin.
"Yes, Milady Raven, I would be your slave any time, any
place," she announced, the intensity in her agreement surprising me,
and herself also.
"Angel, are you satisfied as well," I asked.
In response, Angel crouched to her knees, her arms still
bound, the chain leading from her neck to her ankles forcing a careful
folding of her body to maintain the constrained length. When she was
doubled over her knees, her wrists close to her ankles, she leaned
forward to kiss, and then lick, my spike-heeled boots, showing through
absolute servitude her consuming desire for a repeat experience. Once
given the example, Huntress responded similarly and my two beautiful
slaves washed my boots with their tongues, happy in the release that
comes from surrendering control.
"That will be sufficient," I said. "Stand up."
They struggled back to their feet, a much more difficult
endeavor than kneeling but I wouldn't help them. I ordered them to
turn around with the mere twirling of a finger, and they each did a
quick about face.
The red leather armbinder must have been hurting Huntress's
arms by then, so I removed this first, even before I undid her ankle
hobbles. The rest of her bonds were quickly removed as well, leaving
her clad only in the thin, short skirt of her slave dress, the top
trailing down behind her waist. I removed Angel's bonds as well,
placing all the items into the satchels each had held when we began
our trip for the evening.
"You may lift your tops back into position now," I allowed.
They did so quickly, still standing at an erotic equivalent to
attention.
"All right," I said quietly, relaxing the commanding tone in
my voice for the first time in hours. "I'm Brandy again, and you are
Kelly and Billie Jo. Party's over, at least for now."
With the release of my authority, my beautiful lovers whirled
to me and began to kiss me exultantly, joyfully, with energy I would
have expected they had burned away hours ago.
"Billie Jo," Kelly asked, "would you like to sleep here
tonight? It's late and there's plenty of room. You've looked so
incredibly hot all evening that I just have to hold you close for at
least a little while."
Billie Jo nodded and we went to our bedroom. A few minutes
practiced work and we were out of our makeup and ready for bed, the
girls beating me since they had so much less to undress. Once again
our bed held a tangle of naked flesh, warm, comfortable, full of love
and lovers. Not a bad way to end a party.
