Date: Sun, 26 Oct 2008 08:19:14 -0700 (PDT)
From: Sharon Pinder <pin121@yahoo.com>
Subject: THE NEW WORLD PART 7

Warning: This story is a work of fiction and contains
descriptions of explicit sexual acts between
women.  If this type of
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This chapter is written for someone who emailed me and revealed so much of
herself to me, slut Leeann. She has shown me that the world I write about
in these chapters does exist in some places.  My sweet saggy titted whore,
Leeanne, you may read the following, but you are forbidden to touch
yourself while reading, your hands are to remain away from your pussy and
your to sit on them while you read. At no time are you seek realize of your
frustration without first a full and long email from you, as you claim to
be my biggest fan. Something I doubt you even worthy of.


The New World
Chapter 7

Family Ties


Sharon was so excited. The best day of the year was here and she had barely
slept a wink. The yearly list had been written list to Mistress Santa and
she'd had spent the following weeks waiting with growing excitement and
anticipation, Christmas was just the bestist of times!

Sharon had also these past twelve months, acquired a new house mate who had
become her best friend, confidant and lover. Despite all of this she could
not help but envy her new friend, who had the one thing in her life that
Sharonmissed. A sub of her own! Not one of the rent-a-subs from the airport
foyer or market, not one hired from a brothel. But one who was here very
own, one who was imported, freshly broken and who she could use, abuse and
been free from any laws. Mistress's had the rights to their subs souls and
no one was permitted to interfere or to intervene in that relationship. The
subs life was in the hand of their mistress's and their very heart beat
depended on the good will of their owners.

The two girls had meet in one of the countries best hotels. Hotels one
would only find in the sexually open lands of Quadi. No Holiday Inn or
Beast Western. The rooms were spacious, private and provided specialist
luxuries, unique to the inhabitants and guests of the county. The hotel was
one reserved only for Mistresses and their subs. But the pets had to be
were truly broken. No non-house trained pets were permitted in into the
hotel. The unbroken had caged kennels located at the rear of the
establishment. They were open to abuse there, and passers by would stop,
poke the unbroken and abuse them through the cages mesh. The area had to be
hosed down each morning to wash away the stench and to clean the cages
cowering inhabitants out, but the hotel couldn't risk the untrained to soil
and sully there luxurious rooms.

The two Doms had become best friends straight off, but Jane was so lucky,
she had her own sub, and true she let Sharonuse her, but it just wasn't the
same as having your own. Jane's sub was a bit old for her own tastes, but
it was good to see how much Jane had broken in and trained her own
mother. Something again, Sharonwas jealous of, having been forced to sell
her own mother on in the sub markets when times had been hard. She still
could see her mother sobbing as she was led away, unbroken, aside from her
heart, to one of the cities exclusive female only brothels.

Sharon and Jane had woken in each others arms. They had made love when they
had gone to bed, had fallen into a sleep of exhaustion and sheer
contentment. Sharon's eyes flicked open, and as they focused she saw Jane's
smiling face on the pillow beside her. "Merry Christmas Hun" Jane whispered
and moved her face closer on the pillow to kiss her girl friend.

An hour later, having made love afresh, showered they ran down stairs
laughing with excitement. Jane paused to look into the cupboard under the
stairs. In the dark space her sub lay there in the fetal position. She was
naked as a new borne babe; around her neck was a collar which bore her
mistress's name and address. The sub was gagged with a rubber ball gag and
had her butt plug inserted. Her eyes flickered open and looked upon her
daughter. She had never felt so happy, so loved and she silently offered a
prayer that she would be permitted to serve Mistress today. As the sub
moved to look at her mistress, she felt the dildo that filled her pussy
stretch her, and send its twice hourly electric shock through her. She shut
her eyes in silent pleasure at the pain on here most sensitive parts, and
realized how lucky she was.

Jane slut the door to the cell and joined her lover in the lounge. A large
tree filled one corner, and round it was piled brightly wrapped
presents. But the largest was the one that caught Sharon's attention. It
was at least 4 foot square and wrapped in brightly decorated present,
topped with a ribbon and bow.  Sharonreached for the gift tag. "It's for
me!" she laughed and sought permission to open it.

"Go ahead darling" Jane bid her "and merry Christmas". Sharonpulled the bow
and the ribbon feel away.  The sound of Christmas paper being shredded
filled the room as Sharonmoved like a whirl wind. A large wooden crate was
revealed. It bore small holes along one side and a large catch held the
front in place. Sharonall but wet herself in excitement as her shaky hands
sought to realize the catch. As it sprung loose she leapt clear and the
hinged front panel dropped to the floor. Sharonlooked into the crates dark
interior and saw squatting on the straw filled floor, a girl younger than
either Jane or herself. She was naked, as well as gagged, fitted with a
butt plug and bound.

"I had to get you something special for our first Christmas darling "Jane
smiled, "and what could be sweeter than your own sub." As Sharonknelt down
to look at her new toy, Jane smiled down and welcomed her sister to Quadi
with a smile. Leeanne just looked up at her sister, her tear stained face
and pleading eyes trying to make some sense of what had befallen her.

Mum and Jane had flown off on their holiday, one which commitments meant
Leeanne couldn't join them on. After a few days Jane had telephoned to ask
how her sister was. Leeanne had asked to speak to mum, but she was out
shopping, she'd been told.  Jane had seemed a bit cold, but assured her
that she'd not forgotten her birthday. She'd popped a parcel into the post
from their villa and it should be with her by the date of her
birthday. That had set Jansen's mind racing and it was excitement that she
unwrapped the parcel on its arrival. A sweet card from her sister telling
her how much she loved her and wanted her there with her. The gift was a
small bottle of perfume, something Jane knew her sister adored. Leeanne
sprayed a small amount on her wrist and sniffed the aroma. It was heady
and...

While Janine slept her drugged slumber, two members of the Quadi Embassy
let them selves into the flat with the key Mistress Jane had sent them, and
found their goal collapsed on the floor. "God she's pretty" one of the
women said, as they both knelt down beside the drugged girl. They lifted
her skirt to reveal a black thong. "Very nice" was the voiced comment, as
one woman lifted Jansen's buttocks off the floor and the other slid the
thong free of the sleeping body. A neat and trimmed mound was revealed, and
a hand ran its fingers through the private brunette hair. "Remember our
orders" the none fondling hand owner added "we can touch but we are not to
break the hymen, that's to be saved" The hands continued their movements
moved in a downward direction and sought access to the warmth between the
thighs.

The blouse was easily and quickly removed. The small breasts were encased
with in a matching bra, and fingers unclipped the front clasp. Two small,
yet beautiful breasts were released, and a fresh set of fingers sought the
nipples. Each nipple was rubbed between the fingers and then squeezed
hard. The flesh reddened as the pressure was increased on the sleeping
girl's nipples. "Mmmmmmm, she is going to be well sort after" was the thigh
stroking girls only comment.  The two women lent in and shared a deep
passionate kiss, their tongues exploring each others mouths while their
hands mutually abused the sleeping girl's body.

An hour later Leeanne was in her travelling crate. Her face was smeared
with pussy juice from her captors. They had finally surrendered to their
arousals and each had rubbed their wet pussies over the sleeping girls
face. She slept on unaware that her face was pressed deep into two warm wet
pussies. Then the two captors had pleasured each other, while their victim
slept on, blissful and unknowing of what fate awaited her.

The crate was large enough for the captive to barely sit in. Water bottles
were secured to the walls, each with nipples from which liquid could be
supped. The water contained chemical additives which would provide
nutrients for the journey. A small battery powered night light provided
enough light for the inhabitant to see the bottles. The floor of the crate
contained a drain, through which her waste would drain. Also fixed to the
crate was a gas canister, which would leak every hour, a small dose of the
Quadi gas. As the days passed, the gas would seep into the girls mind and
her dreams would become erotic and submissive in nature.

Sharonlooked at her new present and could feel herself becoming aroused
with anticipation. Leeanne's eyes flickered open and she looked up at the
two women looking down at her. A hand was held out and talking it she was
guided back up to her feet, where she wobbled from her limbs days in
captivity. She stood there, naked, looking at the scene around her.  She
could see Sharon and her own sister, Jane. Her mind crashed from hope that
she was saved to realisation that the situation was wrong, that she was
naked and that a strange scent seemed to emanate from the skin around her
nostrils. A strange, yet not unpleasant odour. Her mind wanted to scream
that something terrible had happened, but a stronger sense of desire and
lust over powered such thoughts into submission.  Her thoughts seemed to
centre round how much she wanted her own sister. How much she wanted to do
the unspeakable. She heard a door open and older women came in. The woman
was like
 Leeanne, naked, aside from a collar round her neck, a clamp fastened to
each of her nipples and a shaven mound. Her eyes registered that this
creature was her own mother, and her mind once again wanted to scream out,
but tears just ran down her cheeks. Her mother seemed unembarrassed to be
so naked in front of her two off springs. She seemed happy, as she smiled
as she knelt beside her two mistresses. The small trace of a smile on her
face broadened, as she tried to sneak a look her youngest daughter's naked
body. Her mother felt her pussy moisten, her lips became inflamed with
passion, but the clamps that held them resisted the arousal and their
pressure created pain, which only served to arouse the submissive mother
more. She knelt, her nipple clamps and lip clamps squeezing her aroused
flesh. But she barely noticed as she looked on at her daughter, but sadly
knowing that she would never be permitted to taste the juices. Such an
honour would only be
 for her betters.

 Sharonlooked her Christmas present over and ran a finger gently over the
smooth soft young skin. "Here darling" Jane broke Sharon's chain of
thoughts, as she handed her girl friend a second gift wrapped present. With
hands shaking with excitement the paper was soon shredded and the contents
held. It was a beautiful leather collar, hand finished with a small dog tag
fixed to it. The script on the metal revealed the bearers mistress
name. Sharon's smile broadened as she fastened the collar into place round
the neck of her very own sub. Leeanne barely moved as she was collared and
finally bore a mark of her new mistress.

"Take Mistress Sharon's new pet to the play room" Jane commanded her
mother. Leeanne's hand was taken and she was led out of the sitting room
and down the hall way, to a door at the end. Her mother opened the door and
led her youngest daughter in. Such delicious thoughts raced through her
parents mind. She hoped she would get to serve her mistress, but even more
she wished she would be allowed to watch her sweet Leeanne corrupted and
made part of the new world. To see her virginity taken, and her spirit
broken.

Leeanne was led over to one part of the room were a vaulting horse
stood. They stood there, Jane pinioned by her hands behind her back. Her
mother's temptation to touch was almost unbearable but she resisted,
knowing if caught she would be punished, or worst, sold. Leeanne's mind
still tried to understand how she had ended up in this place, what had
befallen her mother and elder sister.  But as much as she tried to work out
what had happened. her mind refused to allow the thoughts to crystallise
and just placed erotic images into her head. Images that gave her
butterflies. And that she didn't understand.

Mistress Sharon entered the play room, followed by her lover and girl
friend. The two Doms were dressed to play. They both had thigh length high
heeled boots on; their shaven pussies were exposed below the black leather
Basques they wore. Both had elbow length rubber gloves and jewelled
collars. Mother looked on, her stomach tightening with a feeling of love
and desire to serve these two goddesses. She knew she was the luckiest
woman alive and felt resentment that Leeanne had entered her world. The
girl was younger, and had a far more sensual body, and she feared that she
would be discarded by her mistress in place of this younger and fresher
sub. But she also realised she had no right to expect to serve and would
have to accept what ever her betters decided.

The room that had become their centre of `play' was fitted with an
assortment of Toys'. Racks and manacles hung from a bar along one wall. A
piece of equipment that looked a kin to a vaulting horse sat to one side of
the room, a hospital power table with integrated stirrups and leg rests
took centre place. The room had the feeling of a private world, where
thinks best unspoken among decent folk took place.

Mistress Sharon walked over to where the two subs stood, her mother stood
staring ahead, knowing she was not permitted once in this room to gaze upon
her betters without their consent. Leeanne stood as if a rabbit caught in
head lights, tear stains on her cheeks and her eyes flicking around the
room and its contents. Sharonran her rubber clad fingers over the new Subs
soft smooth skin, and then pinched a nipple, and then she twisted it,
creasing the skin and making Leeanne take a sharp breath. "Table her"
Sharontold her Mother, as she walked round in a circle examining
Leeanne. Once again an unresisting Leeanne was towards the table, and as
she drew closer she could see the rubber surface. Leeanne's mind screamed
"no" as she drew closer to what to her looked akin to a medieval torture
device, but her limbs merely ignored their owners mind and submitted to the
guidance.

Leeanne was pushed on to the table and she lay there, unable to resist as
her legs were placed into the stirrups and secured into place. The stirrups
forced Leeanne to lie on the table with her legs spread and her pussy
exposed for examination.  Exposed and vulnerable. Her Mother completed the
tabling by handcuffing her daughter's hands to the table.

Having completed her orders she returned to the vaulting horse, where she
stood silent and still. Her eyes stared straight ahead but she could not
help but settle on the exposed pussy of her daughter. She could see the
flesh through the neatly trimmed hair, and she could only imagine how it
would taste to dine on her daughters virgin juices. She stared at her
daughter, and felt her own arousal increase and wetness seep from within
her. But wetness she knew she was forbidden to touch.

Mistress Jane crossed to the vaulting horse and pushed her sub over the
device, kicking her legs apart with her booted toes.  From a cupboard she
had fetched a back slit less rubber hood and this she held in one hand. But
in the other she held scissors and a set of clippers. Mother's luxurious
hair would not allow the hoods fitting.

The room was filled with the sound of snipping as the long strands of hair
were cut to a shorter length. Strands of hair fell at their feet, before
the room was filled with the sound of electronic buzzing. The hair fell
faster and mothers scalp was revelled to the world. Shorn to a number one
cut, tears despite her submission coursed down her face, her hair had
always been her vanity. As a rubber ball gag was placed into her mouth, her
daughter could feel the salty tears her. mother was seeping, but they
stirred only contempt. The rubber mask was slipped over the scalped head
and darkness descended on the wearer. Sound became mute and she knew that
she was to be deprived the joy of seeing the new sub broken in like a
filly.

The fantasy the darkness would have allowed mother to enjoy was broken
abruptly as she felt the pinching pain of two weighted crocodile clips
fitted to her pussies lips, dragging them down and biting into them. Pain
coursed through her, the images shattered and the invasion of her anal
pussy ended any hope she had of anything other than pain.

Unheard by mother, the two young Doms crossed to where their new toy lay,
spread eagle and vulnerable. Leeanne had been able to turn her head and the
sight of the sheering and hooding had increased her fear of what was to
befall her. Her few mistress looked down on at her toy as she ran a hand
through the trimmed mound and then deeper into the flesh that had only felt
Leeanne's fingers until now. The bodies previous owner, for even if it had
yet to dawn on Leeanne her body was no longer hers to own, it belonged to
the women looking down on her, lust in the eyes, and unbeknown to Leeanne
and arousal in her own pussy, one that she fully intended to satisfy.


Once again...comments welcome. Leeanne remember no touching no matter how
wet your are. Email Mistress Sharon first.