Petra Marsh: The Easter Abduction - Part 22

“Okay, it is clear that this idea didn’t work, so if you two ladies could separate from each other, I will be able to clean you down before drying you.” Although Petra heard the command of her mistress and she knew that there could well be a punishment for disobedience, obeying it was a different matter as her body was no longer responding to her conscious thought. Instead, the helpless woman’s kisses became even more intense as she pressed her body harder against that of the niece and she rubbed her breasts against the other woman as much as she could. This provided a little extra stimulation, but it was not going to allow her any kind of erotic release from her desire.

No! You can’t do that, not right now! It seemed to the bound slave that her cry echoed that of her companion, when hands went  between their bodies before they were forced away from each other to the point where their backs were pressed against the sides of the cubical. You have moved me like this, so I think that the same must have happened to Diana. Is this to be our punishment for failing to obey your orders and how long are you going to make us suffer for? Petra discovered that there was no diminishing of the inferno of lust between her legs as she squirmed with her soapy posterior making a squeaking noise as it rubbed against the glass panel. Please allow us to come, please!

“Although you did not follow my commands, I will not exact a punishment as it is clear that the situation has left you so aroused that nothing short of direct action was going to separate you.” There was a short pause from Kendra which coincided with a shriek from Diana and the vulnerable Petra emitted a similar response when hands grasped the chains around her body before she was turned ninety degrees to the right so that the front of her body would be facing out of the shower. “I can get started on the last part of your shower now, and once this is done, the pair of you can get the relief that you so desperately need.”

The only thing left to do is wash us down, but all you need to do is to caress us in the right area and our suffering will be over. A moment later, the captive shrieked as cold water splashed across her face, but after a few seconds the heat of the liquid changed so that it became lukewarm which meant that she was no longer shocked by the temperature.  That cry to the left of me must be Diana being hit by the water, so the soap is being washed off both of us at that same time. I hope that this doesn’t take too long as the feeling of desire between my legs is so strong that it is torturing me. If the defenceless woman wasn’t so aroused at the moment, she would have welcomed the flow of warm water over her neck and shoulders as soothing and sensual, but in her present state it just added a little extra to her torment of pleasure.  Although it seemed logical to Petra thought that her breasts would be next, the suds from the gel were washed away from her abdomen and after a few seconds pause in which Diana must have had her stomach washed, the spray was taken down the front of each leg all the way down to her toes.

That leaves only my breasts and my Moun-aiee! It was impossible for Petra to do anything other than shriek as the nipple of her right breast was struck with a strong jet of water from the shower head and she cried out for a second time when her left nipple was subjected to the same treatment. Once this stopped, there were two shouts from Diana which suggested that the other slave had received the same treatment and the rest of her own breasts were covered with a soft spray which still had some droplets fall onto her nipples.

Oh no, if that was bad enough it is going to be sheer torture when you use the shower handle in jet mode against my Mound of Venus. Although the restrained woman knew what was going to happen next, she realised that she had started shaking her head as this was going to make her suffer,  but the captive was aware that her captor was going to ignore it anyway. When the blast of concentrated water struck her on her aching Mound, she doubled up as the air in her lungs was expelled in a piercing scream, but the experience was so intense that she went quiet from being unable to breathe back in. When the flow stopped against her most sensitive and intimate area, Petra was able to stand up straight as she almost gulped the air down into her lungs, but she almost jumped on the spot when she heard the prolong shriek from the prisoner on her left. At least I won’t have to do that again. No! Another cry escaped her gagged mouth when a second jet of water tortured her lustful flesh and she found herself suffering just as much, even though she thought that the second time was worse.  As the helpless lady straightened up, a squeal to the left of her confirmed that Diana was also being subjected to the same style of water torture which left Petra wonder if there was going to be a third or fourth round. This hasn’t brought me any release and the area at the top of my legs is aching more than ever because of what you have done.

“Both slaves will now turn around before I tell you to stop.” It took just a moment for the captive to comprehend what her mistress had said and the shuffling beside her let her know that Diana was also following the orders, before they were told to stop.

I don’t know how you are going to be able to bring us to the peak of pleasure with our backs turned to you like this, but I hope that you have a plan. There was a sigh to the right of the bound woman as Diana was being affected in some manner, but it was only when the water washed over Petra with a hand massaging her scalp that she realised that the gel was being cleaned out of her hair. It does make sense that you would concentrate on our heads like this as it is easier to remove the gel out of our hair while we are in this position. Once this had been completed, the spray of water was splashed over the neck and shoulders of the prisoner and this was echoed by similar sounds to her right, before the shower was run down to just above her bottom. There was splashing to the right which made her think that Diana’s legs were being cleaned off first and then Petra’s own legs were washed down with the water spray before there was a gentle washing over her bottom.

Well, that is the last area that needed to be cleaned off, so we should hopefully receive our reward, but you would end up getting wet from our bodies if you attempted to pleasure us with your hands. OMG! Petra was taken by surprise as she heard the shower head expel water in a jet at its fastest rate yet and it was a second later when there was an intense scream of shock from the chained Diana. This cry altered within a few seconds to a familiar one as the niece was deep in the throes of orgasm and this continued until there was a slumping sound. What on earth did you do to Diana? Any accessible spot was from the other side-. Her thinking was interrupted when a hand took hold of the bonds at her elbows and she was wondering what Kendra had planned for her when the prisoner found herself screaming just as hard as the other captive had been. This was due to Kendra having manipulated the shower head so that the water jet shot upwards at just the right angle, so that when it was pressed against the special spot at the top of Petra’s legs, the blast of water shot straight through the gap and right onto her engorged lips on lust. Within a few seconds, the water jet acted just as well as any vibrator in bringing the defenceless lady to orgasm and she convulsed with only the hand of her captor ensuring that she didn’t fall to the floor. As Petra’s orgasm came to an end, she was lowered to the floor of the cubical and her quivering body pressed against that of the other slave who was also shaking a little.

After a short time had passed by, the captive was helped back onto her feet and made to hop out of the shower before a large warm towel was wrapped around her body with a long belt buckled around her shoulders so that it was held in place. I wonder if Diana will be treated the same? Oh my, that was a dumb question as there is no reason why she shouldn’t be. It was a few more minutes before the pads were removed from Petra’s eyes and as she looked to the left she could see that Diana already had her pads removed as Kendra attached the leads to their collars.

“We are going back to the cell room now my slaves, where I will dry you so that you two can provide me with some pleasure before bedtime. Follow me.” There was a tug on the leads and the two slaves took small measured hops so that they would be able to keep behind their mistress without the collars being pulled on. It didn’t take long for the two captives to reach the room, even with them taking short jumps and Petra noticed that there was a hair dryer on the bedside table, along with a few brushes. “Okay, you two sit down on the bed and I’ll take care of your hair as I don’t want to see it get all tangled up with your gags.” Kendra said as she unhooked the leads and the two prisoners hopped over onto the left side of the bed before sitting down with Petra on the right.

At least you are taking care of us properly, but I doubt that you want any of us to end up with messed up hair. As Petra looked to her right, she saw Kendra get onto the bed, pick up the hairdryer along with a bush and moved around behind the helpless lady so that she could kneel behind Diana. As the dryer blew against the hair of the bound niece, she closed her eyes and sighed as the brush was taken through her hair and the aunt spent some time ensuring that the prisoner’s hair was dry and tidy.

“Now it is your turn, my sweet and sexy slave.” Kendra said once Diana’s hair was dried and brushed through and the mistress shuffled to the right on her knees so that she could be behind the other captive in order to dry her hair.

The air from the dryer does feel good against my hair, and the brushing feels so sensual. I just hope that you don’t make either of us do anything that would arouse us though, as I think that we have been through enough this evening. Petra closed her eyes as she tilted her head back and she luxuriated in the experience of having her hair dried, with the brush making gentle strokes so that the strands wouldn’t become tangled. In a very short period of time, the warm air on her scalp along with the rhythmic brushing started to make the helpless lady feel drowsy and she started to nod her head forward.

“You should stay awake sleepyhead, as you and your fellow slave are needed to perform one final task before it is time to go to bed.” Kendra said as she gave a harsh pull with the brush, so that the restrained Petra would have her head jerked back and this sudden motion made her wide awake again.

It’s clear that you want something from us, but I don’t know what. Once the captor had finished with the task of ensuring that the hair of her captives were dry, the dryer and brush were put back on the table before the belts were unstrapped from around the prisoners’ shoulders and the towels were removed before they were folded up so that they could be put on the table along with the belts. Next, Kendra stepped off the bed between the helpless ladies so that she could reach into one of the bags and took out two short chains along with a pair of padlocks which were put on the table.

“It’s time to get you two ready, so stand up Slave Diana and turn around before hopping back a few jumps.” She said as she stood in front of her niece who managed to stand up straight after one unsuccessful attempt and after a few seconds of shuffling, she had managed to turn so that she was facing the bed before jumping backward twice. “Good slave, now I will help you to kneel down on the floor.” Kendra took hold of the chains around the chest of her niece who bent her legs at the knees and lowered herself until her knees touched the floor which left her facing the bed in a kneeling position. “Okay Petra, it is your turn now. I will help you kneel on the floor, just as I did with my niece.”

I hope that you keep to that as I have no wish to fall over while I am in such strict bondage. Petra was able to get onto her feet on the second try, but she was a little unsure of her footing as she turned around so that the bed was in front of her and when she tried to jump back, she would have fallen if Kendra hadn’t grabbed the cuffs that held her elbows together. Although the restrained woman felt a little nervous at the prospect of having to lower herself, the solid grip at her elbows provided enough reassurance so that she could be lowered to the floor.

“That was good Petra, even though you were a little unsteady. This is your first proper day in bondage though, while Diana and I have had plenty of experience in having to move in restraints like these. I’ll just add one last chain which will keep the pair of you in place so that I can be entertained.” Once Kendra had finished speaking she walked over to the table so that she could pick up the pairs of chains plus the padlocks and the lady knelt behind the helpless Petra who had an idea of what was about to happen.

If I’m right, you are going to secure my wrists to my ankles so that I will be stuck in this position and once we are both in kneeling hogties, our purpose will be to service your feet. There was a sensation between the wrists of the helpless Petra, where the chain was taken through hasp of the large padlock, before the end was threaded through the padlock that connected her ankle cuffs together and the chain was pulled tight with a click indicating that the chain was locked in place by the small padlock. I’m stuck here now, but I doubt that I am going to spend the whole night like this as it would become too uncomfortable before long. A series of clinking sounds to the right of the damsel close to the floor was followed by a click which let Petra know that Diana was just as helpless with her wrists and ankles bound together. now we are ready to use our mouths to provide you with pleasure. What are you doing now? Petra could hear footsteps as Kendra moved around the room behind her and she wondered why her captor was doing this instead of sitting on the bed so that she could present her feet to her prisoners.

“Surprise!” A squeal was expelled by the helpless woman when something went over her eyes and before she was able to react, the lady felt the increase in pressure as the straps went around the side of her head where they were buckled together at the back.

I’m blindfolded again! Is this part of your game? Even though Petra was unable to see, the sounds to her right could only have been Diana having a leather blindfold being put over her eyes as well, which meant that they would both have to work by touch. A few seconds later, there was movement between the two ladies which was followed by the bed making a squeaking sound and the captive felt something press hard against her nose. Oh great, now you are squashing my nose with your big toe.

“Okay slaves, you should be ready by now to provide me with some pleasure after all of the work that I have done. As you both must have guessed, I am touching the tips of your noses with the big toes of each foot. In a second, the toes will be moving down your face before they are pushed into the ring-gags, at which point you can start to attend to my feet.” Petra managed to stay very still as the tip of her captor’s right big toe moved down to the point where it was touching her top lip and at this point it was slipped into her mouth.

Time to entertain my mistress. After just a moment’s pause, the captive set to work, licking and sucking at the toe of the woman who held her prisoner, and it was clear by the moans and sighs of the lady on the bed that she was already well on the way to having an orgasm...

(To Be Continued)