Installation

Susan took over for Mark when the slaves got back from their walk. She made sure they were cleaned up and fed and that they had a chance to rest. But she also ensured that they didn’t have the slightest opportunity to satisfy themselves, not even by rubbing against the bed or the edge of a counter or squeezing their legs together. She kept them in that state, right below the point were they could take themselves over. The state where it was just not possible to do it on their own. So frustrating!

Nikki liked Susan more and more. She was efficient and professional, handling all four slaves at once, but also tender and caring. She had a special way about her. Nikki wasn’t surprised that Susan had been able to train both Sunil and Tanuja simultaneously.

Susan had told them they were going to be in ropes tonight. Nikki had done this before, It was a form of Japanese rope bondage, binding each slave with a single 40 foot length of rope. It was very intense. Mark was due back any moment and he was going to do her ropes. Susan was going to do the two Indians, and Tony would be back to do Oliver. To get the ropes perfect took some time.

After all of the trainers had assembled, Mark took Nikki aside.

“You are going to look so beautiful.” He said as he doubled over the 40 foot length of rope. “I can’t wait for this to be complete.” He put the loop over her head and pinched the two sides together between her breasts. He slid it back off, still holding on, and made a slip knot in exactly that spot. “At the same time, I so enjoy the process, particularly when you are already aroused, as I know you are.” He deposited a small kiss on Nikki’s neck and she shivered.

Mark made four more knots about 3 inches apart, then slipped the loop back over Nikki’s head.

“Put your arms up, you can rest your hands on top of your head if you want.”

Nikki felt vulnerable. Her breasts were pulled up and out in this position. Mark tapped her leg to make her spread them a little more. She did it. Now she was standing with her legs spread and her arms up over her head. Whew.

Mark passed the cord between her legs and ran it up her back, along her spine. It wasn’t tight against her pussy, yet, but she knew it would be when he was done. For now, he just threaded the two ends through the back of the loop he had put over Nikki’s head. Now she had a circle of rope that extended from her neck down the front of her body and then back up her back.

Mark stood in front of Nikki and reached behind her to split the two strands of rope and passed them under her arms to the front of her body. They formed an upside down V at the top of her back. He threaded the ends through the rope that was hanging down from her neck, above her breasts, so above the first knot that he had made. The vertical ropes on the front of her body were now separated a bit and a double horizontal line had been created.

Mark reached behind Nikki and crossed the two ropes, wrapping her completely. He pulled them back to the front and held them taut. Now he threaded them under her breasts and through the space below the first knot in the horizontal ropes. They pulled the horizontal ropes apart, making a little diamond shape between Nikki’s breasts and creating two more horizontal lines right below her breasts. They actually supported her breasts a little, holding them between the first wrap and this second one.

Mark reached behind her again, and again crossed the ropes, wrapping her a second time. He pulled them back to the front and threaded them through the space below the second knot. This created a second diamond shape at the center of Nikki’s ribs. He pulled them taut.

Nikki felt the ropes, tight around her mid section. She could feel her breasts held up, her ribs held together. It felt almost like a hug. And when Mark leaned forward a third time, his shirt grazing her nipples, she gasped.

“Hold yourself together, girl. Deep breaths.” Mark was serious. “I’m sorry I touched your nipples. I won’t do it again. I know you have a hair trigger – and I’m not going to let you cum. It is not going to happen, do you understand me?”

“Yes, Sir.”

“Good, girl.”

But he was wrapping the cord around a fourth time, this time the ropes digging into her waist. The feeling was intense.

The fifth time, the ropes were right across her lower belly and the sixth time they were almost at her pubis. This sixth wrap was below the last knot, so it held open the vertical ropes that he had passed through her legs. The ropes dug up into her crotch, literally holding her labia open and then coming together to run over her anus.

At this point Mark tied the ropes in the back in a bow. He went back over his work, tightening all the sections, getting any slack out of the system.

It was amazing. Nikki felt completely contained. As if she had been in a full body latex suit or a leather corset. But it was just 40 feet of rope. 40 feet of rope very cleverly positioned to completely contain her. She could feel it on her breasts, her ribs, her waist, her belly, her cunt, her asshole. It seemed like it was everywhere. She could feel it with each breath and with each movement. She could feel her body undulating into it, could feel it massaging her flesh.

“Yes, my girl. Feel it. It is but a symbol of your bondage. You feel that don’t you.”

“Yes, Sir.”

Nikki glanced over at the other slaves. She couldn’t believe how wonderful they looked. The white rope standing out on the dark skin of the Indian pair. The boys cocks wrapped in rope making their erections look even larger. It was striking and intensely erotic.

Susan clapped her hands. “Excellent job, all of you. You look wonderful.”

The other trainers look pleased.

“We are going to go to the venue now. Mark and Tony, I’m going to need your help with the installation, so please come along.”

The installation? Nikki had no idea what that meant, but it sounded ominous. What the hell could it mean? They were going to be installed?

The slaves were hustled along the corridors to a lovely room that was often used for themed get-togethers. It was spectacularly decorated, long tables had been set up, laden with food. There were ice sculptures, and a little raised platform where there was obviously going to be some kind of a chamber music group. The fabrics were opulent, the flowers elaborate and plentiful. It looked great.

There were four metal poles prominently featured. Each had a little clear area around it, with no tables, no chairs, no decorations. Suddenly Nikki thought she knew what they meant by installation. And she was scared.

Sure enough, they installed Oliver first. Susan stayed with the other three slaves while Mark and Tony brought Oliver over to one of the poles. They unscrewed the pole from the base, had Oliver bend at the waist, and then they threaded the pole up the crossed ropes on his back, and then put it back into the base, now attaching Oliver. The ropes were even tighter now, digging into Oliver’s flesh, and the pole was running up his back, between his buttocks and along his spine.

Nikki gasped. That was what they were going to do to her! Oh, could she take it, being on display like that? She wasn’t sure. Oh!

Tony was fiddling with something else. It was some kind of arm support. A v shaped piece of metal that attached to the pole and ran under Oliver’s arms, a little lower than would be comfortable if Oliver was standing up straight. It made Oliver bend his legs a bit at the knee, spread them. Tony wrapped a couple of short pieces of rope around to hold his arms in place, his hands facing up. He looked so vulnerable like that.

Then Tony reached up and squeezed Oliver’s jaw, forcing him to open his mouth. He slid in a basket with a wide handle. So now the slave was immobilized, silenced, open, and defenseless. He was crisscrossed with ropes, held with his legs apart and bent, his arms open, his mouth supporting the basket. It was a dramatic vision. Nikki could imagine exactly what it felt like, and she knew she would soon be in the same position. A shiver ran down her spine.

Now it was Tanuja’s turn. Nikki watched as Susan brought her forward. Tony stayed with Sunil and Nikki as Mark and Susan unscrewed the second pole. Tanuja was bent at the waist, her breasts hung down and Nikki could see her pussy open as well. The two trainers threaded the pole up the crossed ropes along Tanuja’s back. The metal right next to her skin, separating the two vertical ropes.

Tanuja was straightened to standing and the pole screwed back in. The look on her face was moving; it was a cross between fear and excitement. She was clearly aroused – her nipples hard, her mouth open, her eyes wide. But she also seemed slightly frantic. The containment was good, but also scary. She couldn’t move. She could feel the ropes with each breath. There was no getting away.

Susan and Mark attached the arm supports, adjusting it so Tanuja’s legs were just so. They strapped her arms in. And then presented her with the basket, allowing her to open her mouth on her own. She did. It swung from her mouth, the weight of it pulling on her jaw. Nikki realized, as she saw it swinging, that it was filled with napkins. Little colored cocktail napkins. She was puzzled. Why? But she knew it was useless to wonder, all of her questions would be answered sooner or later.

When Susan and Mark were done, they returned to the slaves and Mark and Tony took Nikki by the arms. It was her turn! She was going to be installed. She felt strange. Aroused, yes. She had been aroused all day, and she could feel the open, wet, warm, feeling at her core. But something else too. Not just fear, almost panic. A claustrophobic feeling. She felt almost like she was going to pass out.

The next minutes were almost a blur. She was being bent over. The pole put up her back, she could feel it cold and hard. It made the ropes so incredibly tight! She could feel them digging into the flesh, could feel the little bulges at her hips and across her belly. She could feel the rope across her rib cage with each breath. She concentrated on sending her breath into her upper lungs, expanding her back ribs where the ropes weren’t as tight, but she could still feel them.

And now her arms were being immobilized. She could feel her legs open, her labia part. She knew everything was visible. Felt the air on her breasts as she breathed. Felt her ass, marked by the beating, and set in relief by the ropes. She opened her mouth when Mark presented her with the basket. Now she could no longer talk. Mark had warned her that she wouldn’t be able to use her voice, her knowledge, or her verbal skills at this evaluation. But it still felt terrible to have that crutch taken away. Now she was just a slave. Just a body, a libido, a set of non-verbal responses. There was nothing else she could do.

“You are doing very well, girl. You look wonderful. I’m sure you will be quite the hit tonight. I’m proud of you.” Mark whispered in Nikki’s ear.

Nikki heard his words, absorbed them, breathed into them. He was right. She was a good slave, words or no words. She was ready for this. She could do it.

Now all three trainers were working on Sunil. His pole was right in front of Nikki so she had a perfect view. She watched them manipulate him, move his body into position, mount him on the pole and she felt every step of the process in her own body. Having just gone through it herself, she could feel each part of it as if it were happening to her. It was almost overwhelming. She could feel her breath quicken. The arousal was intense. She tried to move her hips, but she was completely contained by the ropes and the pole.

“They look beautiful.” Susan was clearly proud of what she and the other trainers had done. “It’s an impressive display.”

Mark reached into a small bag and pulled out four small cigar shaped objects, each on a thick cord with a clip at the end. Nikki tried to focus on them. She realized she they were vibrators. Mark walked to each slave in turn and hooked the vibrator to their waist cord.

“This way the guests can play.” Nikki felt the vibrator hanging down, touching her inner thigh at the end of its cord.

Mark picked it up, turned it on, and touched her with it. Touched her lightly. Too lightly to give her any real pleasure. But she felt the vibration moving first through her nipples, then at the entrance to her vagina. “No, I’m not going to give this to you now!” Mark’s voice was right at her ear. “I just wanted you to see what the guests will have the right to do.”

Nikki moaned and tried to push her hips forward. She felt like one throbbing mass of nerves. She had been aroused all day. Images flowed through her head – Tanjua reaching for her cunt, Ryan about to penetrate Dan, Mark wielding the vibrator. Ohhh! She was so ready. Right on the edge.

Mark backed off and Nikki felt like she could cry. “I’ll go tell Mistress Valerie that they are ready. She can tell the caterers to bring the platters out.”

Suddenly Nikki realized what she was really doing there. She and the other slaves were going to be serving trays! Their hands were positioned this way so that they could have platters posed on them. They were going to be furniture at this party. Inanimate, decorative objects. Elaborately decorated, and beautifully decorative, but pure objects. The drama of it hit Nikki. There was nothing she could do. She was a sex slave. And that meant her owners could choose not to use her just as well as they could choose to use her. There was nothing she could do.