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“No.” She tried to get away but he pinned her
down and forced the ball between her lips and into her mouth. He
held her and secured the straps behind her head.

“If you’re not going to listen to me, I doubt
if you’ll believe me if I do tell you.” He brought her up to her
feet. “So I’m going to show you.”

She shook her head and tried to scream at
him. He picked her up and threw her over his shoulder.

It knocked the air from her and she had to
calm down to breathe. What was he going to do? Force her to watch
him with another woman?

He carried her down the stairs, his shoes
hitting each step hard.

The light brightened as he entered the
dungeon. All she had to do now was make the women see that she was
a prisoner. Unless they were into forced bondage…

The next thing she knew, Zach was taking her
off of his shoulder then held her by the arm. He opened the top of
a cage, picked her up and dropped her in. She landed on her back on
one of the floor mats. She struggled and tried to cry out behind
the gag.

It didn’t matter, his strength was too much.
He attached her wrist cuffs to a ring in the top of the cage so
that she couldn’t move them and couldn’t take off the gag. Then he
took the clip that was binding her ankle cuffs and attached it to
the side of the cage so that she couldn’t move her legs.

He kept his voice low, controlled. “That will
keep you from thrashing around. Since you’re ready to run anyway, I
figure that as a last resort forcing you to watch can only help. It
won’t make it any worse. I hope you understand. I don’t want to
lose you because you don’t understand.”

She made muffled noises and he pinched her
nipples, hard. Her eyes watered from the pain as he said, “Be
quiet. Watch.”

He slammed the door shut. Locking her in.

He’d caged her. She couldn’t believe he’d
caged her.

Christy sat stunned for a moment as Zach
walked away. Here she was, all dressed up for him, ready to play…
now she felt different dressed like this and caged.

But far worse was that as far as she was
concerned, this was cheating. He was playing with other women, and
who knew what else.

When he moved out of the way, she saw him and
the two women who were in the room.

He gave a nod in Christy’s direction. “She’s
supposed to be here for the next shoot but wants to play a little
since she’s here early. It might add to the atmosphere for you
ladies.”

The blonde, slender, and almost naked sub was
bound in ropes, her hands behind her back and a red ball gag in her
mouth. From the look in her eyes, the sub seemed a little nervous
at having Christy there while the Domme looked at Christy with
amusement.

With long dark hair, the Domme was neither
pretty nor unattractive, but somewhere in between. The woman was
what some might call and Amazon in size—tall and big boned. The
Domme wore a red and black corset with matching panties, and
leather thigh-high boots. Her makeup was heavy, her lipstick a
bright red much like the shade Zach had told Christy to wear.

The bastard. He probably had all of his play
toys wear that color.

“Would you like me to take care of your
slave?” the Domme asked Zach. “She looks like someone I would like
to get my hands on.”

“She’ll be taken care of.” Zach gestured
toward the pulleys and chains. “Go for it, Mistress Donna,” he said
to the tall Domme.

Christy wanted to scream and tell them that
she didn’t want to be here, that Zach had taken her against her
will. But the fact that she was dressed as a sub and wearing cuffs
it wouldn’t be farfetched to think that she was just playacting.
Besides, they wouldn’t care anyway.

She was going to chop off Zach’s balls when
she finally got free. And then after some slow, painful torture,
she’d kill him.

Mistress Donna cuffed the sub in suspension
cuffs then raised her up, by her feet so that she was hanging
upside down. She was high enough that her face was even with the
Domme’s. The sub’s blonde hair hung straight down and blood rushed
to her face.

Zach began taking pictures like a
photographer would with a professional looking camera, from all
angles and positions.

Mistress Donna took the sub’s face in her
hands and kissed her as the sub hung upside down. It was a long,
slow, sensual kiss. “How are you doing, Vicky?” the Domme asked in
a low voice.

Vicky nodded.

When Mistress Donna stepped back from the
kiss, she raised her hands and played with Vicky’s nipples. The sub
closed her eyes and moaned, looking like she was enjoying the
attention.

The Domme walked away and returned with
something. She talked to her sub in a low voice that was almost
soothing, but Christy couldn’t hear what she was saying.

The whole time, Zach continued to take
pictures from every angle.

Mistress Donna had a remote for the
suspension gear and she lowered the sub.

The Domme nuzzled Vicky’s breasts with her
face then began licking her nipples, teasing them into hard, taut
nubs.

Vicky moaned from behind her gag as Mistress
Donna licked and sucked her nipples. Even as she hung in the air,
the sub arched her back and squirmed from the erotic
sensations.

When she drew away, Mistress Donna reached
for Vicky’s nipples, continuing to talk to her with everything she
did. She pinched them then attached nipple clamps with ball weights
on them. The sub cried out from behind her gag and squirmed in her
bonds as the weights hung down, pulling her breasts.

Christy winced at the thought of weights like
that on her own nipples.

“Be quiet or your punishment will be more
severe.” The Domme took one of the floggers off of the wall and
started flogging Vicky with slow, sure strokes. “I don’t like a bad
girl. You know that don’t you?” Mistress Donna had in intensity to
her voice now.

Vicky nodded as she cried out behind her
gag.

“You deserve to be punished, don’t you?” the
Domme asked.

Again Vicky nodded and made a muffled
sound.

“Will you ever play with another Dom’s sub
again without permission?” Mistress Donna said in a harsher
tone.

Vicky shook her head.

More muffled cries came from the sub as
Mistress Donna spun her around while flogging her. Somehow the
Domme managed to make the whole thing look sensual… And hot.

Mistress Donna used the remote to lower
Vicky, using the controller to pull on the torso harness to turn
her right side up and then set her on her feet.

It didn’t take long for the Domme to remove
most of the sub’s cuffs and the body harness. When all but the
wrist and ankle cuffs were off, she told Vicky to stay put as she
went to the drawers and pulled out a small harness. She returned
and put the harness over the sub’s face and strapped it on.

Mistress Donna put the handle of the flogger
on one of Vicky’s shoulders and pressed down, indicating the sub
was to get on her knees.

As Vicky knelt, Christy realized that she’d
forgotten for a moment about being in a cage, gagged, against her
will. Watching the Domme and the sub was incredibly erotic and
Christy felt an ache between her thighs that surprised her.

Zach didn’t look at her, his focus on the
Domme and her sub as he photographed the pair. He still wore all of
his clothing, jeans and a T-shirt and running shoes.

He never touched Mistress Donna or Vicky and
didn’t interrupt them as they played.

Was this for Christy’s benefit? Was he
keeping his distance from the women so that Christy would believe
that all he did was take BDSM pictures?

“Lower yourself to the mat.” Mistress Donna
rubbed Vicky’s shoulder, as if soothing her with her hand as she
helped the sub down. With her wrists cuffed behind her back, she
couldn’t have done it by herself.

Mistress Donna seemed to be tough with the
sub, yet at the same time Christy could tell that the Domme
genuinely cared about her sub.

“Don’t move.” Mistress Donna gave the order
to Vicky in a firm tone. The sub just lay on the mat with her ass
in the air, her knees slightly parted, giving a clear view of her
pussy.

Heat in her cheeks, Christy looked away from
the sub. She’d never seen another woman like this before. Instead,
she watched the Domme as she went to the drawers, pulled open a
drawer, and took out a stainless steel ass hook. She paused to put
a condom on the hook, grabbed a bottle of lube then went back to
her sub.

Christy’s nipples tightened as she watched
the Domme lube the hook then put the round ball of the hook up to
the rosette of Vicky’s ass. The ball was at least an inch and a
half in circumference and the rest of the hook probably half an
inch round.

Mistress Donna worked it and the sub moaned
as the ball went in, leaving the curved part of the hook with an
eyelet in one end.

“On your belly.” Mistress Donna helped Vicky
all the way down. Then she clipped the wrists cuffs to ankle cuffs,
hogtying the sub.

“How are you doing?” Mistress Donna asked her
sub.

Vicky made a sound like a little moan that
sounded like a moan of pleasure, not at all like she wasn’t
enjoying this whole thing.

“Good, because I love it. Love how you look.”
Mistress Donna took a short chain and clipped one end to the eyelet
at the end of the ass hook. Then she pulled on an O-ring at the top
of Vicky’s head harness and pulled her head back at the same time
she clipped the chain from the hook to the O-ring, forcing the sub
to keep her head back while the ass hook pulled deeper into her
ass.

The entire time this was happening, Christy
almost wished she had her hands free so that she could make herself
come. It was all so hot and turned her on so much that she didn’t
know if she would have been able to stop herself. It wasn’t a
girl-girl thing… It was the sensuality, what the Domme was doing to
her sub, and how she cared for her sub.

When Mistress Donna was finished hogtying her
sub, she left to go back to the drawers, and she pulled out one of
the incredible vibrators that Zach had used on Christy. The Domme
put a condom over the end, plugged it in then returned to Vicky.
She put the vibrator slightly under the sub’s pussy so that it was
resting on the sub’s clit.

Mistress Donna turned on the vibrator and
Vicky cried out behind her gag and squirmed.

“You like that, don’t you,” the Domme
stated.

Vicky made an affirmative sound.

Mistress Donna turned off the vibrator and
the sub whimpered. “Do you want more?” The Domme asked.

The sub made another sound of need.

“Will you remember my rules this time?

Vicky whimpered and Christy took it as
another yes.

Mistress Donna turned the vibrator back on
and the sub moaned behind her gag.

Christy squirmed in the cage. The whole scene
made her want to be in the sub’s place but with Zach handling the
vibrator.

She frowned. No, she didn’t. Zach was holding
her against her will and he actually played with other women. She
was just another play toy to him.

Vicky cried out behind her gag, drawing back
Christy's attention. She bit the inside of her lip as she saw the
sub’s body shudder and the sounds she made behind her gag.

“That’s a good girl.” Mistress Donna turned
off the vibrator and set it aside.

When Vicky was fully free, gag removed, and
unplugged, Mistress Donna hugged her and held her for a moment.

“Did you have fun?” Mistress Donna asked.

Christy heard Vicky speak for the first time
as she nodded and said, “When can we do it again?”

While Mistress Donna and Vicky took showers
in the private shower room just off the dungeon, Zach went to
Christy and opened up the cage.

“I’m going to take the gag off,” he said,
“because I have to leave the dungeon for a few moments and I don’t
want a gag to be in anyone when I’m not here. I wouldn’t leave you
alone at all if I didn’t think you would be safe with the ladies
here.” His dark eyes held hers “Promise you won’t bite if I take
out the ball gag?”

“Let. Me. Out. Of. Here.” Christy said the
moment he removed the gag. She glared at him. “I’ll scream.”

He sighed. “Go ahead. I’ll be back before
they get out of the showers and no one will hear you here
anyway.”

Christy’s insides burned as he left and they
kept burning as he returned.

The women came back fully clothed in normal,
every-day clothing. Vicky’s hair was damp and she wore no makeup,
and the Mistress’s makeup was more subdued than it had been when
she and her sub had played.

Christy would have screamed and begged them
for help if she thought it would do any good.

“Thank you, Zach.” The Domme went up to him.
“We appreciate you fitting us in.”

“Yes, thank you,” Vicky said.

“You’re welcome.” He smiled and gripped hands
with each of them. “You know your way out, ladies?”

“I think we can manage,” Donna said with a
smile and she and Vicky left.

After he closed the door behind them, he
turned to Christy. She glared at him and would have spit fire if
she it was at all possible.

He crouched down beside the cage. He was so
handsome, with his well-cut Grecian features, his black hair that
she almost forgot how mad she was at him, and broke down right
there.

“I can’t believe you locked me up.” She
yanked against her ankle and wrist cuffs. “You’d better let me out
of here, Zach Nikas, or you will regret it.”

“Just hear me out.” He pushed his hand
through her hair in a frustrated motion. “Give me a chance to
explain.”

“I saw what you’re doing.” She clenched and
unclenched her hands. “You’re ‘playing’ with other women.”