Ffion Chooses Slavery Pt. 05

“We thought that stealing your voice has been be effective. Now we’ve decided to take something else from you. You’ll wear these from now on.”

She held up a pair of Bluetooth headphones.

“With your Silencer we won’t be hearing from you for a while and with these, you won’t be hearing from us. We’ll try you out for a little while up here and once you’re used to wearing them we’ll keep you in them.”

Jenny smiled, ” It will be nice for you. You’ll be in a slave world of your own. Bye bye.”

“Yes, bye bye!” laughed C.

Ffion’s plight was inescapable. Once the head phones were on all she could hear was white noise. After a while C came into the room to add a blind fold. Ffion was in a world of nothingness. The hours dragged. Some one came into the room and tightened Ffion’s bonds, pulling her body further into stress. The hours dragged some more. The ache in Ffion’s shoulders turned to pain. She whimpered as she breathed.

Lounging in the sitting room C and Jenny were bemoaning their lot.

“It really is too bad, having to make our own dinner,” said C.

“Awful isn’t it,” replied Jenny, giggling. “Still, we can leave the washing up for her to do when we untie her.”

“That means we can leave her tied up until every plate in the house is dirty.”

“That could be a long time. I’m guessing you’ve settled your doubts over enslavement?” asked Jenny.

C smiled and moved to hug Jenny.

“Absolutely. I went to take a peep in at her. She’s making little animal pain noises. It’s so cute,” said C.

They kissed and smiled.

C continued, “You were right. I do still love her, but in a different way. Not in a heart stopping passionate trembling tummy way. I used to feel that way for H, but now it’s you that gets me so hot and bothered just when I’m near you.”

They kissed again.

C carried on, “Now I love her as a slave. Our slave. Ours to tease, ours to torment, ours to transform.”

Jenny smiled, “I’m glad you’re happy with it again. I was afraid I might lose you.”

“You won’t lose me. And we won’t lose Ffion. We’ll do things to her till she loses all hope, then we’ll do some more.”

“Are we going to sleep tonight with her moaning at the end of the bed?” asked Jenny.

“No, certainly not….. not moaning, I want her to be sobbing and crying in pain all night.”

“At the end of our bed?”

“Absolutely!”

Jenny smiled, “I have a cunning plan!”

When C finished in the bathroom she found Jenny naked on the bed. Ffion was still there, whimpering but her bra had been loosened and now a lead fishing weights swung from clamps on each nipple.

“Our challenge is to get the bed rocking and set the weights swinging,” grinned Jenny.

“You’re evil.”

“Do you want too join me on the bed for a spot of advanced evil?”

They laughed.

Ffion heard nothing, saw nothing but was aware of vibration in the floorboards and a movement of the bed as C danced a brief striptease for Jenny then climbed into bed next to her. C felt a hand between her legs.

“You really are in the mood!”

C nodded, she could hardly speak. Jenny guided their bodies together, one leg under C, the other between C’s legs. They smiled into each others eyes and kissed. Breasts pressed close.

Jenny whispered, “Now we start our dance, pressing against each others thigh, and moving till our bottoms dance against each other.”

And their dance began, slow and gentle. They rocked and kissed, lips on lips and lips on lips. As they danced they found each other’s rhythm, held each other close and felt an urgent passion growing within and between them. And their dance, like their passion, intensified. And the bed rocked with them. And as the bed filled with joy and happiness as sweating bodies thrust together and the bedrail jerked at Ffion’s pinioned arms. In Ffion’s dark, wall of sound nothingness, she saw nothing, heard nothing but she knew her owners were lovers revelling in the throes of love. Each vigorous movement on the bed caused Ffion pain in her arms and shoulders. Every movement to ease her shoulders set the weights swinging from the clamps on her nipples. A high pitched scream was strangled in her throat by the Silencer.

C based into Jenny’s eyes and gasped, “More, more, more, harder!”

The bed pitched on a stormy ocean of love and lust. Each strangulated howl of pain from Ffion drove the lovers on. Their thrusts sent archs of tension through every sinew. Hands clutched at soft bottoms holding hips tight in their dance. Lips kissed lips. Nails dug in.

And the dam broke.

And their love released in a torrent.

They subsided into breathless stillness, bodies pressed together. They smiled to each other as little ripples of joy coursed through their bodies. Ffion moaned in her anguish and they giggled.

“That was amazing. Why haven’t we done that before?” asked C. “That was the best lesbian thing ever.”

Jenny laughed and hugged C closer. “Dunno!”

They smiled as Ffion moaned.

“How do you think Ffion enjoyed it,” asked Jenny.

“No a lot,” giggled C.

“I hope your right, there’s not much point in being a sadist if your victim enjoys it.”

“She was never good with pain when she was H, but I think the silence will hurt her far more.”

They kissed.

“It will be good for her, our perfect slave.”

They released Ffion from her bonds the next morning and she went about her work, body aching, isolated from hearing voices or expressing herself. She would grow to hate the endless meaningless sound. Sometimes white noise, someone’s whale songs, sometimes waves breaking on the shore. Occasionally a repeating medley of pop songs that C knew Ffion hated. Days of nothingness turned into weeks and the days shortened towards the end of the year. This was Ffion’s future. At night, a Bluetooth speaker next to the bed filled her room with nothingness, interrupted only by an alarm in the early morning. Words, the currency of human interaction, were denied to her.

And so they honoured Ffion’s choice. They honoured her choice to become a slave. They honoured her choice to give them possession of her, body and soul. They honoured her choice for real slavery a lonely soul in the hands of her owners. They weren’t playing a game, they were taking possession. Ffion wasn’t playing a role; cherished by loving owners, held by C’s iron will, she was becoming a slave.