Chapter 8

Jeffery found Michelle in a state, twisting and turning on his bed and trying to say something through her gag. Her nude body glistened from her efforts as she struggled in her hogtie. Jeffery quickly went over to her.

"Are you alright?" Jeffery asked frantically.

Michelle shook her head and continued to try to talk to him through her gag. Quickly, Jeff unfastened the straps and pulled the red ball from her mouth.

"What's wrong?"

"Kim," Michelle said breathlessly.

"What about Kim?"

"She came in here and she threatened to take pictures of me like this!"

Michelle could see the shock written in the sharp features of Jeffery's face. It blended with an anger that quickly enveloped him.

"She wanted me to convince you to let her stay the night here for several days," she continued, "Who does she think she is?"

"Did she take the pictures?" he asked.

"No."

"You positive, slave?"

"Yes," Michelle replied, "I saw her come into the room and she didn't have her cell phone or camera ... Master."

A calmn came over Jeffery and a grin worthy of the Grinch took over his face.

"Don't worry about it, slave, I will take care of her. But, in the meantime, I need to take care of you. She didn't hurt you, did she?"

The oriental girl slowly shook her head, "No, something else."

"Something else?"

"Yes, she touched me."

Jeffery frowned, "How?"

"Do I have to say it? She put her damn fingers into me and did me, Jeff. It was humiliating. I want to strangle her until her eyes pop out. I can't believe she touched me..."

"I'll take care of it," Jeffery said firmly.

"You don't understand! She enjoyed it! She teased me and then walked away, grinning like a devil..."

"Enough!" Jeff said.

Michelle quieted down, though her anger was far from evaporated.

Cradling her head in his hands, he looked directly into Michelle's ebony eyes, "I told you I would take care of Kim and I will. Now, where were we, slave?"

"Promise?" the Asian girl narrowed her eyes.

"Yes," he said, "Now, open wide."

Reluctantly, she did as asked and Jeffery buckled the gag back tightly. Jeff then leaned over her and kissed her on the forehead. The ardor that had waned came rushing back as she felt him take the stem of the vibe and begin to thrust it into her. Slowly, he picked up the pace as he held her against him. She could feel a renewed erection behind his zipper as she writhed and bucked to his rhythm.

The pent-up passion seemed to balloon inside her as he quickened his pace, churning the phallus in and out of her as she panted and cried around the leather ball filling her mouth. A roiling burst of bliss swallowed her as she sank in total ecstasy while Jeff held her even tighter. Jeff finally eased the vibrator out of her and just cradled Michelle until the last little ripples of pleasure calmed.

-o0o-

Kim could hear Jeffery and Michelle through Stephanie's wall, but she really couldn't make out what they were saying. However, when her moans started, that's when Kim crept downstairs to check on her clothes.

The dryer was still rumbling away and from what the dial said, it would be continuing to do so for another twenty minutes or so. Kim opened the front and pulled out a shirt. Nope, still damp. She turned the machine back on and sat down in the old armchair, picking up one of the old ELLE magazines that were sitting there.

Kim looked at the pictures, but really didn't see them. She was thinking about Jeffery's girlfriend and how furious she looked when Kim toyed with her. She would do what Kim wanted, however, of that, Kim was certain. Michelle was in no position to bargain. The feeling of power tingled through Kim like champagne. She loved that feeling of being in charge while another was helpless to do anything about it. She had both Jeffery and Michelle firmly under her boot.

Kim looked up when she heard the door to the basement creak open. Jeffery descended the stairs with a stern look on his face.

"So you want to spend the night?" he asked flatly.

"If you don't mind too much," Kim smiled.

"You can stay in Steph's room. No messing with her stuff. I want you out of here in the morning. Understood?"

Kim nodded, trying not to laugh in Jeffery's face. She was the one in charge here. If he wanted to make sure that she didn't talk to Jeff's parents, then he had better keep her happy.

"Make sure you turn the lights off," Jeff said as he went back upstairs.

She sat back down and thumbed through the magazines until the dryer buzzed. Kim carefully took each item out of the dryer and folded it into her box, leaving her uniform shirt and slacks on top. She didn't dare pack anything into her bag until she got it all cleaned out.

Carrying everything upstairs, she went into her friend Stephanie's room and dropped her things beside the bed before flopping into bed.

Fuck, it felt good to just lay here. She hadn't slept alone in a bed in several weeks. The back seat of her car didn't count. It was then that she realized just how tired she was. She hadn't been getting much sleep lately and it had caught up to her. Kim closed her eyes and drifted off to sleep.

-o0o-

Michelle had curled herself around Jeff as best she could, admiring his lean frame. She loved the feel of his body breathing and the smell of his skin. Her wrists and ankles were still imprisoned in leather cuffs and her collar encircled her throat. If it wasn't for the ball gag buckled firmly between her teeth, she would be giving him little kisses. Michelle just contented herself being with her 'Master'.

They both heard Stephanie's door shut. The hatred hadn't evaporated entirely from Michelle but she was calmer. She knew Jeffery would do something about that Kim and that helped ease her.

Jeffery kissed Michelle on the forehead.

"I need to tend to Stephanie."

Michelle gave Jeffery a confused frown.

"Yes, slave, she is here. I will be back."

Jeffery extracted himself from the Asian girl and peeked out into the hallway. He didn't hear a sound as he crept to Stephanie's door. After listening, Jeff tried the knob only to find it locked. Kim was in for the night, he guessed. Grabbing a pair of scissors from his father's den, he went downstairs to check on his stepsister, turning off all the unessential lights in the living room and kitchen.

Of course, Kim had left the basement lights on, ignoring what he had asked her to do. More and more, Kim's enslavement looked less than a fantasy. She really needed to be taught a lesson in being human. Jeff took a deep breath and went down the stairs.

Mummified Steph was exactly where he left her, standing amongst the plastic tombstones. Jeff noticed that her head was tilted to the side as he approached her and the vibrator was silent. He hadn't put in new batteries so he assumed they were dead.

There was a smell of urine in the air and he realized that his stepsister had peed herself. Her wrappings were damp from her efforts as well as having wet. He could hear the sound of her breathing. Stephanie seemed to be asleep.

Carefully, Jeffery began to unwrap her head. Starting on top, he cut and pulled away the bandages. Only after he had uncovered her nose did Stephanie's eyes flutter open.

"Wakey, wakey, slave," her stepbrother smiled as he continued to unwrap her, discarding the wrappings onto the gravestones. He cut and stripped her quickly until she could stand unsteadily by herself.

As her stepbrother peeled the rest of the gauze away, Stephanie felt shaky and a little disoriented. After her ankles were untied, she took a few tentative steps as Jeffery guided her off the stand.

"Stay, slave," Jeff told her as the last of the ropes and cloth were taken off her.

The cool of the basement helped wake her as she watched Jeffery gather up all of her wrappings and put them in a garbage bag. Her lips were still taped shut and her wrists were still cuffed in white leather cuffs behind her back. The small egg vibrator had become still but its presence inside her still made her horny. Jeffery picked up one of the longer pieces of rope and knotted it to the front 'D' ring of her collar as a makeshift leash.

"Are you hungry, slave?"

Stephanie nodded. She really hadn't thought about it until now. There were too many things going on. She hadn't had anything since her light lunch of salad earlier and her stomach suddenly began to think she had forgotten about it.

Jeffery gave her lead a gentle pull and she followed across the basement and up the cellar stairs. The only light in the kitchen was the glow of the light above the stove, casting everything into warm shadows. He sat her down at the kitchen table before seating himself beside her.

"Before I take your gag off, I need to let you know that Kim is spending the night in your room..."

Stephanie's blue eyes widened at the news and she began to fidget in her bonds.

"It's okay. I think that she is asleep. She blackmailed us into letting her stay. At least, that is what she thinks. I told her she was out of here in the morning."

A puzzled look crossed the blonde's face.

"She found Michelle tied up and threatened to tell our parents and everyone else about it. I really don't think Dad and Mom would have a problem with her being here so her threat was moot. The only thing was, I didn't want Michelle to be humiliated by Kim."