All About Eve

All About Eve - Part 12

Eve’s story

       Two days had past since the evening spent with Jacob and Sarah..  Eve had a lot to think about.  She had accepted that she would be given to Jacob, but the element of Sarah whipping and humiliating her was still on her mind.

       This morning was not too unusual.  She and Daman had risen early as he needed to attend a financial meeting.  This was in regards to a couple of investments they had made.  Eve was alone at home, doing her domestic chores.  When she was alone, she liked to catch up on her house work, because so very often, there was no chance to do what was needed.  On those occasions she was usually restrained in some manner and subject to the sexual desires of Daman, David, or some other situation.

       As she was straightening up the living room, the phone rang.  Eve ran to the phone to answer it.

       “Hello”, Eve answered.

       “Eve, this is Sarah”, replied the soft voice of Jacob’s step sister.

       Eve put on her best voice, “Yes, and how are you today?”

       Sarah answered, “Oh, I doing pretty good.  I have been thinking about the other night, and I was hoping you weren’t angry with me.”

       Eve sounded surprised, “No, I’m not.  Why do you ask?”

       “Well, you were so helpless, and I kept humiliating you by playing with your pussy, and then I whipped you pretty hard.  I think I need to apologize.”

       “Nonsense”, replied Eve.  “Look, you know the situation.  I am Daman’s sex slave.  You know that, and I know that.  I really did not have much of a choice.  Once Daman had decided I was to be whipped, then that is the way it was going to be.  Please, don’t think anymore about it.”

       “You’re great.  Thank you.  I was wondering if I could come over.  I really need to talk to you.  I have so many questions.”

       Eve answered, “Sure, when to you want to come by?”

       “Well, could I come by now?”

       Eve thought for a moment, and replied, “Sure, come on over.  I am cleaning house, so please understand if my house is not sparkling.”

       Sarah sounded happy about the invitation.  “Thank you.  I’ve seen your house, and it looks fine.  I really need to talk to you.  I’ll be right over.

       Sarah parked her car in the driveway of the Collins home and went to the front door.  Just as she rang the door bell, Eve opened the door to receive her.  Eve was wearing her usual attire, naked with high heels, a leather collar, wrist and ankle cuffs.

       “Hi, come in”, welcomed Eve.

       Sarah stepped through the front door, and remarked, “Wow, you and Daman are really serious about you being a naked sex slave.  Is this 24/7?”

       Eve patiently smiled, “Yes, it is for 24 hours a day, 7 days a week.  I am Daman’s sex slave.  I am always naked, with high heel shoes.  Whatever he wants to do with, or to me, he does.  If  I don’t submit, he has the right to force me, and then punish me for refusing to submit.”

       Sarah let out a low sigh, “So that is what I was seeing the other night.  When Jacob told me you were a sex slave, and that he wanted me to be like you, I had no idea how committed you are to this relationship.  I don’t know if I can do it.  It is exciting, but it is daunting.  So when Jacob fucked you the other night, you had no choice?”

       “That’s right”, Eve answered.  “If I had refused, Daman would had forced me to submit, and then punished me rather severely for refusing and embarrassing him.  Daman had told me that he was going to give me to other men, and Jacob was my first.  You are right, I have no choice.  Even when you were tormenting and humiliating me at the dinner table, I had no choice by to submit.  Daman can do what he wants.” 

       The two women adjourned to the living room where Sarah continued to ask questions about Eve’s sexual slavery.  Eve did her best to be honest and answer the questions in a forthright manner.  If Sarah was serious, then she needed to know what this life style was all about.

       Finally, Sarah asked Eve, “Does Daman ever use steel police type handcuffs on you.  Jacob wants to buy a pair.  He says it is not possible to escape them.”

       Eve got up and went to an antique chest in the corner of the room and retrieved a pair of formidable looking Peerless police handcuffs.  She handed them to Sarah.

       “Jacob is right”, Eve said.  “Once those are on tight, there is no escape.”

       Sarah asked, “Is it possible to put them on yourself, like if Daman told you to handcuff yourself?”

       Eve replied, “Yes, and that has happened, many times.”

       Sarah looked at the cuffs, “Please, would you put them on and show me how to do it.”

       Eve asked, “In front, or behind my back?”        

       “Oh, behind the back, of course”, Sarah replied.

       Eve, wanting to help, took the cuffs and put them on herself, behind her back, and true to her training, she made sure they were tight.  Sarah walked behind Eve and inspected the cuffs.

       “Wow, you’re right.  They are impossible to get out of.  Arte they always this tight?”

       Eve smiled, “Yes, I have be taught to make them tight.  If I don’t I will be punished rather severely.  Now, if you would reach up on that trophy shelf, there is a small wooden box.  Inside are the keys to these cuffs.  Daman keeps them there.  When I am handcuffed, I can’t reach them and free myself.  If you would, please get the key and take them off.”

       Sarah answered, “Oh, no, please, not yet.  I love the way you look.  You are a beautiful and sexy woman.  You have a great body and legs.  I love your breasts, and when you hands are locked behind your back, you are incredible.  Do you mind if we keep you that way for a while?”

       Eve blushed at the compliment, “Well, OK, we can leave them on for a while if you like.”

       “Oh thank you”, Sarah replied.  “You just don’t know what a treasure you are.  You are beautiful, you are submissive, and as Daman said, anything is possible with you.”

       Eve and Sarah talked for another minute or two, when Sarah asked, “Does Daman restrain your elbows to make your breasts stick out more?”

       Eve chuckled, “Yeah, he does it all the time.  He seems preoccupied with my breasts and at ever opportunity he ties or straps my elbows together to show off my breasts.”

       “I understand that”, said Sarah.  “Jacob does the same thing with me, but my breasts don’t look as good as yours.  I’ll bet your breasts are magnificent when your elbows are tied.  Would you let me bind your elbows?”

       Eve paused for a moment, the acquiesced, “Yes, I guess so.  There is a leather strap in the ’toy’ chest that Daman uses.  You can use that..”

       Sarah rushed to the antique chest, and retrieved a leather strap.  Eve stood passively as Sarah wrapped the strap around her elbows.  She pulled the strap tighter than usual, pressing Eve’s elbows tightly together in the small of her back.  Eve started to protest, but she assumed this would be a short lived thing, so why not let Sarah see what it looked like.

       Sarah stood back to see the effects of Eve’s elbow bondage.  She was amazed.

       “OMIGOD!  That’s incredible.  Your breasts seemed to have doubled in size.  Its like they are offered up, for the whole world to see and touch.  They beg to be whipped!  You are magnificent.  I can see why Daman does this.  It shows you off, plus your are more helpless.”

       Sarah moved over to Eve and with both hands grasped her breasts, kneading and fondling them.  Since Sarah had played with her a couple of nights ago, and since she was bound, Eve stood passively and let Sarah enjoy herself.  At one point, Sarah moved her hand down to Eve’s cunt, and slipped her finger inside.  Eve caught her breath as Sarah pushed her finger deep into her pussy.  Like the other evening, Sarah’s finger did arouse her.  Eve just bit her lip and didn’t comment.

       “Wow, Daman is right, you are really a treasure, and anything is possible with you.  You are the real thing, a real sex slave.“

       Sarah made Eve continue to stand while she sat down and enjoyed the view of the beautiful bound woman.  They talked some more, when Sarah had another question.

       “That gag Daman used on you the other night seemed to be rather harsh.  Jacob doesn’t have one like it for me, but he wants one.  Would it be possible to see it, please?”

       Eve smiling, replied, “Sure, it’s in the chest.  Its called a penis gag as it resembles an erect cock.”

       Fascinated, Sarah pulled the black leather penis gag from the chest.  She examined it, and even put it in her mouth for a moment or two.  With an inquisitive look, she turned to Eve with more questions about the gag.

       Finally, Sarah asked, “You have been very patient with me, but I wonder, would you let me gag you with this so I can see how it works?”

       Eve was not sure she wanted to be gagged, but if it would make Sarah happy, then, why not do it an get it over with.  If Daman learned of her cooperation, he would be pleased, and she wanted to make Daman happy.

       Eve replied, “Yes, sure, I guess so.”

       Sarah put the penis gag to Eve’s mouth.  She opened her soft full lips to accept the gag and Sarah slowly pushed it in as Eve surrendered to this additional with bondage.  Sarah pulled the straps behind Eve’s neck and pulled them tight, very tight, then set the buckle.  Eve was now handcuffed, her elbows strictly bound, and now she was gagged.  She began to realize that she was now totally helpless to Sarah.  If, for any reason, the police asked her why she was bound and gagged, she could not tell them because she allowed it to happen.  She was beginning to worry.        

       “My God, you are beautiful“, exclaimed Sarah. “The more bondage I subject you to, the prettier you get.  There is no way anyone can resist you.  You were meant to be a slave.  It becomes you.”

       Sarah then walked back to the chest and retrieved a pair of Japanese butterfly nipple clamps connected with a eight inch chain.  She turned and walked back to Eve.  She reached out and sharply slapped Eve’s breasts, the left one, and then the right one.  The slaps hurt and surprised Eve.  The Sara pushed Eve back and down on the couch.  This scared Eve as she did not want to be hurt from falling.  She was glad the couch was there.  Her question to herself, what did Sarah want?

       Sarah jumped on Eve, straddling her bound body.  She grasped Eve’s left breast and started to suck it.  When the nipple was sufficiently hard, Sarah reached down and  attached one of the butterfly clamps to her left nipple.  In short order both nipples were in pain from the clamps.  The short chain insured the clamps were pulling against each other, adding torment to Eve’s breasts.  She could feel that old familiar aching pain of having your nipples and breasts clamped.

       Sarah looked down on Eve, and spoke harshly.  “OK, Cunt, you are mine for a while.  Yeah, that’s what I came over here for.  You are like “catnip”.  I can’t get enough of you, and I intend to remedy that.”

       Sarah soundly slapped Eve’s clamped breasts again.  The pain was terrific.  Eve would do anything to ease the tension and the problem.  She was trying her best to cooperate with Sarah.  She was trying to grasp what Sarah wanted.  She was soon to find out.

       “Now, here’s the deal, Slave Cunt, I came here to learn about your slavery, but I am also here for you.  I am going to enjoy you.  For the time being, you are mine.  Lay here and don’t move.”

       Eve did as she was told.  Her breasts and nipples were aching as she watched Sarah as she walked back to the ’toy chest’ from which she pulled a pair of leg irons.  Even though she was wearing leather ankle cuffs, Sarah put the steel police leg irons on her.  This set of irons are particularly difficult as they were connected with a short twelve inch chain.  Anyone wearing these devices would have to be careful to take very short steps.  Running was out of the question.  Her high heels shoes would complicate the situation.  Eve was totally in Sarah’s control.  Sarah rolled Eve off the couch and onto the floor.  Eve was laying on her clamped nipples while Sarah attached one leg iron cuff to Eve’s left ankle.  Then running the connecting chain up and over the connecting chain on the handcuffs, she pulled Eve’s right ankle up and lock the leg iron cuff to that leg.  Now Eve was in a taught “hog tie”.  Any movement was out of the question.  Lying on her clamped breasts was causing her considerable distress.

       Now, Sarah surprised Eve.  She walked to the back of the house.  Eve could hear the garage door open, and subsequently, heard Sarah’s car start up, and it sounded like she drove it into the garage.  In a moment, Sarah was back in the house.  She unlocked one of the leg iron cuffs, pulled the chain away from the handcuffs, and then relocking the cuff on the ankle.  She helped Eve to stand.  Sarah grasped the chain connecting the two nipple clamps and tugged sharply on the chain.  Eve groaned behind her gag and winced in pain.

       “Slave,  you better listen to me.  We are going to walk out to the garage, and get into my car.  If you balk, or do anything other than what I tell you, I will jerk your nipples off your tits!  Do you understand?”

       Sarah picked up a multi-thong whip and lashed Eve’s ass and the backs of her thighs.  Eve understood and did everything possible to obey Sarah.

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       Eve’s story

       I was scared.  I have never been more afraid in my life.  I stood there naked, bound, chained and gagged.  My nipples and breasts were hurting and Sarah was jerking on the nipple clamps.  She was whipping my ass and legs.  Yes, I would obey her.  I did not want any more pain that I was experiencing.

       My mind was a confusing whirl of thoughts and emotions.  When Sarah and I were experimenting with bondage, and she was asking questions, I was a little turned on by it all.  Now I was afraid, very afraid.  I did not know what she was going to do to me.  I thought, maybe if I see a police officer I could be rescued.  Then I understood what Sarah had said.  I had handcuffed myself while I was naked with another woman.  I had let her bind my elbows, and gag me.  I even showed her where the instruments of my bondage and torment were.  Only two nights earlier, this same woman was allowed to whip me and play with my breasts and pussy.  I was a party to my own kidnapping.  There was no crime, at least to the uninitiated.  What was I going to do?  I was near panic when Sarah brought my attention back to her when he jerked hard on the chain connecting the nipple clamps on my breasts and lashed the front of my thighs..  I knew then that she was control, and I would do what ever she wanted.  Pulling on the nipple clamp chain, she led me out of the house to the garage.  I had to take very short mincing steps because of the leg irons.  This caused my breasts to jiggle and bounce against the nipple clamps which Sarah was tugging on.  She opened the front passenger door and reached into her car.  She pulled out a cape.  It is always a cape.  It seems my life is defined by capes.  People like me naked and bound, and wearing a cape.

       This cape was a little different.  It was like a regular cape, only it had a hood.  She slipped it over my shoulders and buttoned up the front, after which she pulled the hood over my head and down low to cover most of my face.  With the tinted windows in her car, it would be near impossible for any one to see me, bound and gagged.  Sarah ordered me to get into the car.  I did so with a little difficulty due to the short chain on the leg irons.  Sarah leaned into the car and locked the seat belt on me.  Sarah got into the car and stared the engine.

       As Sarah backed her car from the Collins house and into the street, she spoke, “If you know what is good for you, you will do your best to make me happy.  If you displease me, you will pay the price.”

       Sarah opened my cape then, grabbed the chain to my nipples and jerked savagely.  I screamed into my gag.  The pain was terrific.  I would do anything she wanted.  She saw the fear in my eyes.

       Sarah smiled, “ I think we understand each other, don’t we?”

       She jerked on the nipple chain again, and I nodded my head as rapidly as I could.  I will cooperate with Sarah.  I will submit to her.  I didn’t need any more severe pain.  Sarah turned on the radio as we rode along.  Periodically, she would fondle my breasts, or tug on the nipple chain to remind me who was in charge.

       As we rode along, I realized that I was aroused.  I was terrified, yet I was aroused.  I realized I am a hopeless slave, a sex slave, a submissive.  I am being kidnapped, tortured, and my pussy is steaming.  How does one explain that.  My husband, may he rest in peace, and my son, Daman, are right.  I am a sex slave by design.  I was created for other people to abuse sexually.

       Sarah took me to her house, or rather, the house that she and Jacob lived in.  Quickly, pulling on the nipple chain, Sarah led me downstairs to the basement.  Jacob was in the process of converting this space to a BDSM orgy room  It had been sound proofed, but had not been finished.  There were several chairs, a couch, with a king-sized bed in one corner.

       “Stand still, Slave.  I am going to take the clamps off.”

       I knew it would hurt when the clamps were removed, and I was right.  Sarah just opened the clamps and jerked them off.  It was obvious that she want to hurt me as much as possible.  I screamed into my gag as tears rolled down my face.  The pain was nearly unbearable.  Sarah then tied a rope to my steel hand cuffs.  This rope was run through a pulling in the ceiling.  She pulled up on the rope until I was bent over at the waist.  I felt very vulnerable at this point, and more than a little panic.

       Sarah came around to my side with a length of rope in her hands.  She reach down to my breasts which were hanging down because of my position.  She squeezed and slapped them for a moment.  Then she started to tie each of my breasts, very tightly.  She wrapped the rope around the base of my breasts and tightly wound the rope around the breast until she tied it off.  Now my breasts were ballooned out from my body and beginning to ache from the pressure of the bindings.

       Sarah slapped my bound breasts, and said, “Eve, I know you are hating what I am doing, but there is nothing you can do about it.  I love your tits,…er …maybe I should say I love torturing your tits.  I know I will be caught my Jacob, and maybe Daman, but in the meantime, Cunt, your are mine, and I am going to enjoy every minute of it.”

       Sarah produced a flogger type whip and proceeded to whip my ass and the back of my thighs.  The whipping wasn’t so bad, but randomly she would whip my pussy.  That pain was like fire, and the fire built into a fire of eroticism in my pussy.  I am hopeless, and helpless.  Sarah stopped whipping me and pushed her finger into my pussy, and started to finger fuck me.  Oh, damn!  She is working my up to an orgasm.  I am being tortured, and she has aroused me to near orgasm.  She stopped, and now I am close to a climax, and she has stopped.  I am frustrated, aroused and very afraid.  This seems to be the story of my life.  No one will let me cum when I want.  I feel more helpless than ever.  I have control over nothing.  My body, and my being is in the hands of whom ever controls me.

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       Sarah untied the rope from to Eve’s handcuffs. “OK, Cunt, go over to the bed, and lay down on it, in the middle.”

         Sarah lashed her again across her ass to emphasize her order.  Eve was still wearing the leg irons, and high heel shoes, so she had to be careful how she walked, lest she fall down.  She sat down on the side of the bed, and worked her way to the middle.  It was difficult to lay down as the steel police cuffs were painful when you lay on them.  To encourage her, Sarah used her whip again, striking Eve’s breasts and cunt. Eve did manage, however.  Sarah removed her leg irons, then using ropes tied Eve’s leg to the bed posts are the foot of the bed, spreading her legs widely.  Eve felt very vulnerable, more so that she had ever felt.  In this situation, Eve felt threatened..  The next thing Sarah did horrified Eve.

       From a closet, Sarah brought out a variable speed electric reciprocating saw, the type carpenters use when building a house..  It was a seriously dangerous looking piece of equipment.  The saw blade had been replaced, however, with a large rubber cock, a dildo.  The saw was mounted on a frame, which Sarah attached to the foot of the bed between Eve‘s legs.  The large dildo was touching Eve’s sensitive pussy lips.  Using KY Jelly, Sarah lubricated the saw mounted dildo.  After doing so, she adjusted the position of the reciprocating saw until the rubber dildo was firmly lodged in Eve’s steaming pussy.  Eve wanted to beg Sarah to not do this.  She was afraid of the saw.  She did not know what damage it might do.  Sarah seemed to be a woman “possessed”.  Eve mewed against her gag, trying to beg for mercy, but to no avail.

       Sarah stood there looking at her handy work.  She touched and fondled Eve’s bound breasts, and moved her hand to feel her pussy which was filled with a motorized rubber cock.  Sarah plugged the saw into an electrical socket on the wall.

       “Now, little slave, we are going to have fun.  I am going to let this marvelous machine fuck you while I attend to your tits.  Enjoy!”

       Sarah reached down and turned on the switch to the reciprocating saw.  It moved at a slow pace, making the rubber cock move in and out of her soaking wet cunt.  The effect was almost immediate.  Eve could feel it moving.  She stiffened against the probably pain.  The pain did not come.  The moving dildo filled her, and felt good.  She never imagined a machine would feel good, but it did.  Absorbed in the feeling the saw was giving her, Eve closed her eyes.  She was a prisoner of this young woman and the reciprocating saw.

       Suddenly her breasts were bathed in fire!  She jerked open her eyes to see Sarah standing beside the bed with a multi-thronged whip in her hand.  She watched with horror as Sarah brought the whip down sharply across her bound breasts.  The fact that her breasts were bound compounded the pain of the whip.  On one hand she was being fucked, and on the other hand, Sarah was brutally whipping her tightly bound breasts.  Eve tried to struggle to no avail.  Very soon she was sobbing and screaming into her gag.  Just when she thought she could bear no more, Sarah stopped.

       The reciprocating saw was still doing its job as Sarah leaned down to talk to Eve.  “Cunt, I am going to remove your gag.  If you say one word, I will whip your tits until you think they will fall off.  Now, keep quiet!”

       As soon as the gag was removed, Sarah straddled Eve’s face and lowered her pussy to Eve’s lips.  “Now, suck my pussy, Slave!  If you don’t do a good job, I will flail your tits until you can’t stand it!”

       Eve went to work.  She had never sucked a pussy, but she knew what it felt like when hers was sucked by Daman or David.  Imitating what she had felt, she worked on Sarah’ pussy.  Sarah was slapping and twisting Eve’s bound breasts.   Eve believed she  must be doing a good job, however, because after a minute or two, Sarah was so busy humping Eve’s mouth she forgot to torture her breasts.  Sarah did reach down and sped up the action of the reciprocating saw.  Now the saw was fucking Eve’s pussy faster.  Her cunt was responding.  The rubber cock felt good.  She and Sarah were in the groove.  Both women were approaching a climax.  In a matter of a minute or two, she felt Sarah starting to cum as she, herself, was approaching a climax with the saw mounted rubber cock. 

       Then it happened, just as both women reached the point of no return, Sarah’s pussy was suddenly removed from her mouth.  It was as if Sarah’s body had been jerked away from Eve’s face.  Surprised, and in a sexual haze she looked up and thought she saw Daman.  It was Daman!  He was holding Sarah, with one arm around her waist and the other holding  her hands behind her back.  He was watching his mother as the reciprocating saw was making her climax.  She thought he would stop the saw, but he didn’t.  The saw just kept fucking, and fucking her.  It was relentless.  Her world exploded like an erotic Roman candle or sky rocket.  Her climax was thundering in her ears, as stars played before her eyes.  That’s all she could remember.  The world turned dark, as if the lights went out.

       Some time later Eve started to come around.  She remembered where she was, but things had changed.  The reciprocating saw was not fucking her.  Her breasts were no longer painfully bound.  Her wrists were held behind her back with her leather cuffs and not the harsh police handcuffs.  It was then she realized she was laying on a couch in Jacob’s dungeon, and she was laying on Daman’s lap.  One of his hands was massaging her abused breasts while the other was stroking her hair.

       “Oh, Daman”, she cried.  “God, is it good to see you….”

       Daman interrupted her, kissing her passionately.  Eve kissed him back again, and again.  She loved Daman’s kiss, especially when he is fondling her breasts.

       “Daman,  Sir, please untie me”, she asked.

       Daman smiled, “Nawww, I like you like this.  You stay tied  Maybe when we get home, I’ll untie you…, maybe.”

       He hugged her to him and kissed her again.  Eve was happy.  She was being held and kissed by her master, and son.  If he wanted her tied, then that is the way it should be.  Tears came to her eyes as she buried her face in his chest.  God, it was good to be under his control again.

Continued………….