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STANDARD DISCLAIMER
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The following piece of fiction is intended as ADULT entertainment and
has been posted only to an age appropriate area of the Internet. If it is
found in any other place this is not the responsibility of the author.
All characters in this story are fictitious, any similarity to
persons living or dead is purely coincidental. The author does not
necessarily condone or endorse any of the activities detailed in this
story, some of which are dangerous or illegal.
Quin 2005
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"Iie, iie!" Meiko whimpered, shaking her head as I tightened the rope around her torso.
"Shush," I said, putting one finger to my lips in what I hoped was the universal sign for silence.
Across the room Ritsuko had managed to roll onto her side. She tilted her head back and looked at her friend. I watched as her lips trembled and her teeth bit into the ball that plugged her mouth.
"Mmmmurrr," she said at last, shaking her head for extra emphasis.
I smiled and continued to tighten the ropes I'd coiled around Meiko's tender young body. I'd been right to silence Ritsuko first, she had been the beta female of the group, the one used to leading and making decisions. By contrast little Meiko had always been a follower, submissively obeying the strongest personality in whatever group she was in. That meant that with Ritsuko helpless and out of the running little Meiko was mine to command.
I wound an end of rope through the small gap between her body and her arms, cinching the ropes I'd wrapped around her and pinning her arm by her side. She complained then, letting out a high-pitched whine of distress that seemed painfully loud in the confined spaces of the supply closet.
"Shush," I warned again, giving her a stern no nonsense look that I hoped conveyed my displeasure.
Meiko looked back, her large, brown, almond shaped eyes begging silently for mercy. I just smiled at her as I tightened down the other arm. She was now tied too tightly to escape on her own and while she was not yet as helpless as her friend she had blown any chance of resistance or rescue. I think she must have realized that because she glanced down, sobbed a little, then looked over at her helpless friend.
Across the room Ritsuko was struggling painfully against the tight steel cuffs that imprisoned her wrists and ankles. Other than adding to her bruises all she managed to do was cause her skirt to ride up and her long socks to roll down. Still what a sight she was, young Japanese girl in a sailor suit school uniform struggling in bondage, the stuff of countless Asian bondage magazines and videos. The cuffs were not as pleasing as the elaborate hemp harnesses preferred by the Japanese rope masters, but they kept my new acquisition helpless while I tied her friend.
We watched until Ritsuko exhausted herself, and then I went back to tying Meiko, wrapping rope around her knees to add to the cuffs that already bound her ankles. She struggled a little, silently looking over to where Ritsuko lay panting on the floor. It had only been ten minutes since Ritsuko had slipped into the supply closet for a quiet cigarette and only five minutes since Meiko had made the fateful decision to follow her friend and yet in that short time their lives had been changed forever.
Once the girl's knees were secure I reached down and picked up the second ball gag. I'd kept Meiko's mouth free for as long as I dared, her quiet protests doing more for the bulge in my pants than even her friend's gagged moans, but now I had little choice, two healthy eighteen year olds could make far too much noise unless they were tightly muzzled.
Meiko managed a small squeal before the red ball slipped back behind her teeth and she gave a strangled scream before I had the straps fully tightened but it was too little too late. Had she screamed while I was occupied with the ropes she might have managed a few loud seconds before I could cover her mouth. Now the little noise she did make was stifled out in an instant before anyone could have heard it. Reaching into my bag I pulled out the first roll of two-inch wide sticking plaster and went to work. The first wrap around pretty Meiko's head and over her mouth actually increased her volume as she squealed in pain, the second had her back to a more muffled level and by the fifth wrap she could barely make a sound. I looked over at the wide-eyed Ritsuko and gave her a dark, feral smile. Her eyes widened and she shook her head, faint garbled sounds fighting their way around the ball in her mouth.
I smiled again. "That's right baby," I murmured in English, "your turn next."
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I moved among the crowds of commuters on their way home from work. Only a few looked my way and even then it was for the amusement of watching a westerner struggling with two heavy wheeled suitcases. The cases where made of a hard plastic and had been outfitted with enough extra straps padding and air hole's to keep my heroine's comfortable. Of course "comfortable" in this case is a relative term. The girls were small and the cases fairly large but it was still a tight fit to get them secured inside. Still I wouldn't have been a gentleman without doing something for my guest's entertainment.
Because she'd been a good girl I'd given Meiko the carrot, a small butterfly vibrator strapped tightly over her pink hole. Set on low it proved enough of a distraction to keep the girl's mind off mischief during transport. I'd decided that Ritsuko would respond better to the stick, or in this case an electric shock collar designed to discourage yappy dogs from barking. After a little adjustment I'd fastened it around Ritsuko's throat, the painful shock encouraging my new prize bitch to stay very quiet on the way to her new kennel.
It was late by the time the Taxi dropped me at the docks but I wasn't worried about the alarm being raised. These were latchkey kids, left largely to their own devices by families where both parents were forced to work to make ends meet. It would be hours, maybe even days before anyone even noticed that they were gone and by then we would be far, far away. I admit my heart stopped when the taxi driver insisted on helping me unload the second case. That was the blue one; the one that held Ritsuko in helpless enforced silence. She must have decided that this was her last chance of rescue because as he lifted the bag I heard a faint muffled grunt. I frowned, looking past him at one of the nearby warehouse buildings as if the sound had come from there. Puzzled he looked that way too, lowering Ritsuko's prison to the ground. Idly I wondered how much Ritsuko's fear of the collar compared to her last chance for freedom? I waited for another gagged scream, but none came. Silently I paid the driver and gave him a modest tip for his help. I watched as he got back into the car and at that moment Ritsuko decided to fight the collar one last time. The scream when it came was surprisingly loud in the lonely silence of the quayside, a pity for her that the driver chose that exact moment to start the car and pull away. I waited until he was out of sight then pulled my luggage down the little path that linked the docks to the yacht marina.
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I watch as Ritsuko swabs the deck. She's still sullen, but the whip has finally rid her of her stubbornness. As her nearly naked body sways she casts the occasional furtive glance in my direction her gaze settling first on my stern look, then at the hand that holds the remote control for her shock collar, and finally down at her friend --- sorry her former friend--- who kneels contentedly between my legs. Meiko has always been a follower. She spent her life doing whatever the person with the strongest personality wanted her to do. These days, in this sea going world of just three people on a sixty-foot yacht, the strongest personality is mine. Yes Meiko is a natural submissive, right now she kneels naked before me, cherry lips worshiping my hard member, sucking and teasing in the hope that I will bend her over the rail and take her from behind. She was still a virgin when I first unpacked her sweaty body from the confines of her case, but her cherry hadn't lasted beyond her first night at sea. The second night I'd used them both, tying them side-by-side to their bunks before flipping a coin to see who went first. Afterwards I'd explained their new status as slaves using a combination of broken Japanese and English. As expected Ritsuko had taken it badly, screaming obscenities in Japanese until in the end I'd been forced to gag her.
In contrast Meiko had listened, trembled and then knelt at my feet. I was pleased with her submission but weary that it had been so sudden. I made the first test of her new found obedience the whipping of her friend for her insolence. Needless to say the girls haven't been close since then.
We will need to make landfall soon for more food and water. The girls know the drill by now, know that they will be strapped to their bunks and harness gagged the entire time we're in port. It must be frustrating for Ritsuko to hear the people moving around and talking on the gettys. In some cases they will be standing just a few feet from where she is lying bound and helpless. The thought of rescue so close and yet so far... I think I begin to see why her resistance weakens a little with every landfall. For now I tie her over the map table, torso and arms bound in intricate rope bondage. As the yacht crests the next wave I thrust in from behind, hearing her gag muffled protest as my cock impales her. Three more waves and three more deep thrusts, by now her hole is as wet and welcoming as the ocean. With each new thrust the note of her whining changes, from pleas, to tired murmurs to muffled enthusiasm. At the tenth or eleventh thrust she starts to beg, face red, eyes filled with tears. Grabbing her hips I thrust in harder.........Captain's privilege.
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