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Chapter 14: Knee High Boots

Chapter 14: Knee High Boots

The first of the things was a pair of boots for each. Each took her turn sitting on the chair while one man put the boots on their legs and laced them up. The tops of the boots came to just over the knees and the laces ran all the way up the front. It reminded Darlene of the single glove being laced up. The leather of the black boots held her foot and leg quite tightly in its embrace. When she went to stand up, she found that the heels were almost as tall as the ankle-strap heels had been during the night. Her foot was back into an arched position.

Melinda allowed the man to put both boots on her without resistance or objection. That might have been partly because the other man was standing right behind her and looked ready to jerk her hair again.

The second thing was a cape. It went over their shoulders and was fixed in front of the neck with a clasp. It was also black on the outside but with a crimson satin inner lining. It felt both cool and smooth against their skin.

When they stood, the cape closed around them, showing only tiniest of separation in front. If she sat down, it would open wider, exposing the nice white satin blouse and their black, frilly panties, along with a lot of thigh.

Again one man stood guard while the other left the room. He said nothing, and seemed to have lost interest in staring at their bodies now that most of them was covered. The capes descended to below the knees.

When the other man returned, he nodded and they each took a woman by the arm and led them out of the dungeon basement. Up the stairs they went but the back stairs to the garage area, not the stairs up into the main house. There, a massive, black and silver Rolls Royce awaited them. The air was cool and the sky overcast with gray. It smelled as though rain was again coming.

As they stood just inside the garage, both women were thinking the same thing. Their feet were not hobbled so they could run. Well, after a fashion, what with the high heels on those boots. But at least they could walk. They also considered the automobile. If they were going to be transported by this magnificent machine, there might well be a chance for escape! They would be out in public, not locked inside a coffin. All sorts of possibilities might come up. If they happened to stop beside a policeman, they could yell for help. There would be people on the streets – there had to be. All sorts of possibilities!

Reggie came out. He was dressed for traveling, even to the neat bowler hat. He looked over the women standing there, nodded, mostly to himself, then ordered them put into the backseat.

Each was helped into the back of the spacious auto and seat belted in. A uniformed driver got in behind the wheel. Reggie stood at the open door next to Darlene to address them.

“I know you think I’m being foolish to allow you such freedom,” he began with a twinkle in his eye. “But I know you cannot open the door and jump out, not with each of you seat belted in place. And I have a way to keep you from calling out for assistance.” He held up a white ball. “This is a golf ball, as I’m sure you know. I am going to put one into each of your mouths. Like this.” He held the ball in front of Darlene’s mouth. She looked at him with a puzzled expression but opened her mouth and accepted the small, hard ball. Reggie leaned over her and presented a second golf ball for Melinda. She clamped her lips closed and glared at him.

“Oh, come on now. What harm can a little golf ball do you? It won’t hurt you. Please don’t make me hurt you to get it inside your mouth.”

For a few long seconds the two of them looked into each other’s eyes. Remembering the painful night of standing up, she gave out with an almost soundless whine and opened her mouth. The ball was popped into place.

Reggie pulled back to address both of them again. “You will find that so long as you keep the ball in your mouths, you will be unable to talk. Which is what I want. I have work to do and don’t want to be bothered by chattering females. Of course, you could push the ball out of your mouth, but I have a way to prevent that.”

He pulled what looked like a small cell phone out of his pocket. “This is a control unit. It sends out a radio signal. Each of you has a receiver inside your vagina. When that receiver gets a signal from this device, it will emit an electrical charge between the two ends of it. That will be rather painful for you. I will demonstrate.”

He pushed a button.

For a very short time neither woman reacted. Then their eyes opened wide and so did their mouths. Two golf balls popped out, but also a pair of loud cries. Two female bodies went rigid in shock and pain. His finger came off the button.

Both women were gasping. “My God, that hurts!” exclaimed Melinda when she could get the words out. “It was terrible.” Content rights by NôvelDr//ama.Org.

“That is the idea. I’ve been told it is sort of a burning sensation but a strong shock also. Anyway, it hurts. Now, I’m going to put the balls back in your mouths. If either of you pushes your ball out or even tries to speak, I will push the button. And hold it down. Can you imagine what that would feel like for five or ten full seconds?”

Both women looked very afraid.

“Good, I see that we are communicating.”

He reached down and picked up the two balls. They both accepted the balls into their mouths, but with frightened expressions.

Reggie nodded and closed the back door. He got into the left front seat and nodded to the driver. The car silently and smoothly moved away down the gravel driveway, and the long journey into slavery began.