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Lesbian Slave Auction II: Return to Stonebriar

Part 21


Chapter Twenty-Three


Six days had now passed since Missy had been taken away and her cell occupied by the cute little blonde from Texas, Tiffany, now known as #475.  Natashas plan had been moving along right on schedule.  She had reduced the intensity of Susans torture regimen, much to her sisters delight, and kept Tiffanys at an equally low pain threshold.  She had insisted that Dominique punish the two girls together, to increase the likelihood of a friendship developing between them.  It appeared to be working.  After each session the two were brought back to their adjoining cells, with the divider kept up, to encourage dialogue and more importantly companionship.


Monitoring their conversations was a fascinating endeavor.  Susan, despite being three years younger than Tiffany, was the one who took on the role of the “protector”.  She was the one who constantly offered encouragement to elder Tiffany, who herself was still shell shocked at the whole ordeal and often was in a constant state of tears.  Natasha marveled at the inner strength of young Susan.  She had never seen such a combination of beauty, intelligence and fortitude; it was truly amazing that Susan was indeed only sixteen years old.  She had no doubt in her mind that this girl was going to make a truly remarkable slave.  It would be a sin if she did not set an all time record with her at the auction.  But that delicious prospect was still months away.  So much had to happen beforehand, not the least of which was how to keep Dominique fully committed to this whole sorted affair.


Truthfully, Natasha never would have expected a fight of this kind from Susan.  She figured it would be six days (the minimum required for her) and then into the chamber.  But how wrong she was, now they were at double that and Susan was showing no signs of capitulation.  In fact she was far more worried about Dominique.  She had dangled the ultimate carrot in front of her, the coveted CEO position of Stonebriar, but to get it she would have to do the impossible, sexually enslave her sixteen-year-old sister. 


Natasha would be lying to herself if she said anything but that fact that she was enjoying every second of this.  Seeing pretty young girls punished had been her life long passion and this whole ordeal had gotten her juices flowing like nothing in recent memory.  She felt revitalized watching the whole spectacle unfold.  Frankly she was happy Susan had proven to be so tough, as she rather liked watching Dominique forced to assault her little sisters most sensitive sexual areas.  However even she knew all good fun must come to an end.  That end would come in a few nights time, Natasha would make sure of it, assuming that Susan even lasted that long.  In the event that the girl held out that long Natasha had planned something that was beyond sinister, well past anything that she had ever done before.  She hoped and prayed Dominique would go along with it, than Natasha would know beyond any doubt that Dominique was indeed the person to take over her duties.


It was about 8:00 oclock in the evening now and Madam Hardings was making her nightly rounds.  She always stopped in each and every girls room on Level One.  Her visits usually lasted less than five minutes, just enough time to fake sincerity that she was really truly concerned about each girls well being.  For girls like Susan, who was now becoming increasingly bull headed, Patricias visits were a waste of time.  Nothing she could say or do would convince her to sign the contract.  No, that decision would have to be forced out of her by Dominique and her staff.


But in the cell right next door, Madam Hardings wielded considerably more influence.  Tiffany had been there six days now and the cold hard reality of her plight was starting to seep in.  The news had already been broken to her that she would indeed become a lesbian slave, nothing could ever change that fact she had been assured repeatedly.  She needed only look at her next-door cellmate to know that escape was impossible and submission was inevitable.  In was in these dark and dire circumstances for these young beauties that Patricia Hardings did her best work.  Natasha flipped on the hidden microphone to Tiffanys cell in order to listen to her friend use her twisted logic.  Natasha herself got wet hearing the older women trick the young girls into believing that it was best to surrender her bodies.


She liked watching the slaves break down in tears and then putting their heads on Patricias shoulders for comfort, only to see the older woman use that as a context to cop a feel of their young and firm tits.  It was perverse no doubt, but thrilling to watch nonetheless, and Natasha never got tired of it.  Madam Harding always reminded each girl that it could all come to an end whenever they wanted it to.  In Tiffanys case that could be tomorrow, which would be her seventh day there; no more torturing, no more beatings, all that was required was a simple signature on the contract.  She reminded #475 to pay no attention to #473, holding out served no purpose.  She left the cell and moments later the dividing wall opened up so the Susan and Tiffany could once again see and talk to each other. Tiffany was far too naïve to see an ulterior motive to this.


The two girls, nether of whom was restrained in any way, once again met in the middle of their cells, separated only by the bars between them.  They immediately held each others hands, as they laid on the cold floor, just as they had done the previous few evenings.


“What did she say to you Tiffany?” Susan asked.


“The same thing she always does, submission is inevitable, give your self up to us blah blah blah!”


The two girls laughed quietly, not wanting to give the guards any reason to come in and break them up.  Little did either know that Natasha was not going to let that happen anyway.  She was listening to every word they said.  She wanted to do everything possible to strengthen their relationship in order to make it that much more devastating when Tiffany finally did surrender.


“I dont know how much more I can go on Susan.  The shaving alone every morning is more than I can bear; it hurts so much and then what they do to us afterwards is usally ten times worse.  I just, I just, I just dont think I can take it anymore.”  Again the waterworks started with Tiffany.  Susan reached through the bars and gently tried to brush away the tears.  She tried to rub the back of Tiffanys neck to help console her, but it appeared to be having little effect this time.


Tiffany finally managed to regain her composure and continued. “More then anything, I just dont want to let you down Susan.  I know we dont know each other very well, but I feel so close to you.  I dont want you to have to go through this by yourself.”  She managed a tiny smile.


“Thank you Tiffany, thank you so much, I will be alright though.  Please dont worry about me.  I have already been through this before when they took my friend Missy away.”


Tiffany looked at Susans almost angelic face and knew instantly she had never felt so close to anybody in her life.  Susan was so brave, why couldnt she be as strong she thought to herself.  Tiffany leaned forward and scrunched her face up to the bars in an attempt to try and kiss Susan. Susan met her and they exchanged an awkward smooch on the lips.  They kissed again, neither thinking much of it, like it was just such a natural thing.  Both girls needed to feel something good at a time like this and all they really had now was each other. 


Neither girl was a lesbian, not yet anyway, but both were undeniably attracted to one another.  Tiffany lifted up her skimpy white skirt and gently placed Susans left hand on the chastity belt guarding her cunt.  Normally Susan would have pulled away at a moment like this, like she had with Missy a few weeks earlier.  But now what was the harm?  Tiffany needed her now; the girl was obviously in horrible pain.  Susan moved her hand around trying desperately to get access to Tiffanys aching, yet also increasingly moist pussy.  The belt was on too tightly though and it ultimately left both girls frustrated and their impromptu sexual liaison soon fizzled out.  Tiffany thanked her new friend for her efforts and slid off to sleep, all the while holding Susans hand tightly.


Meanwhile back in Natasha office, she herself had no such trouble reaching orgasm.  Watching the activity of those two girls made her hot indeed, so she merely slid a free hand up her skirt and diddled her clit to a satisfying orgasm. 


For Natasha, there was something oddly fascinating about two girls coming together in times of great duress and expressing themselves through sexual indulgence.  The fact that nothing of consequence really happened made it all the more delicious for her.  Natasha loved chastity belts and her obsession with them had only grown through the years.  She loved knowing that she and she alone, had complete control of a slaves pussy at all times while they were on her premises.  But more than that though she enjoyed watching the frustration of girls like Tiffany who was now unable to experience the heights of female ecstasy.  This bizarre joy came from the fact that she also was unable to achieve orgasm as a young girl.  But this was for an entirely different set of reasons.  Natasha was often the victim of stinging rebukes from other women whom she wrongly assumed were also lesbians.  Her sexual needs nearly always went unfulfilled when she was younger.  It was for that very reason that she now enjoyed seeing so many pretty girls left sexually dissatisfied. 



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