Enslaved on an Alien World Ch 02
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When Quentin returned after a week of sun and sea air, he felt exceedingly fit. The holiday had done him good but it was nice to get back to home comforts. Strolling into the living room he found Melissa sprawled on a couch in a swim-suit with Julia in servile attendance. On a cushion in the centre of the room knelt Heidi and Maria. They were sharing a double-ended dildo, rocking to and fro along its length. On one wall hung Simone. She was held by a leather harness with legs splayed wide, held by a leg-spreader. Around her neck hung a handwritten placard. It read:
WELCOME HOME MASTER I am being warmed up ready for you!
A vibrator had been rammed up Simone’s sex and it could be heard humming. Grinning, Quentin went across to Melissa and kissed her fondly.
“What a nice homely scene,” he said.
“Have a good trip, darling?”
“Great. Caught some shark. Simone been behaving herself?”
“Very much so,” smiled Melissa. She’s learned one or two new tricks.”
“Like what?”
“She’s learned how to please a man with her asshole.”
“Really? You have made progress. Not that I’m one for buggery.”
“She took some persuading.”
“So I can imagine.”
“Would you like me to have her taken down. She’ll be nice and hot and juicy by now.”
Simone at that moment was shuddering and convulsing in her umpteenth orgasm. They were beginning to give her more pain than pleasure and she felt weak and drained, her eyes glazing.
“Oh, don’t bother,” said Quentin. “Maybe I’ll fuck her some time later on. Thank you for being so thoughtful, darling. Getting her ready like this.”
“My pleasure,” smiled Melissa. “Perhaps you’d like to fuck me.”
“I sure would. Let’s go into the bedroom....”
A few minutes later, Quentin was pounding away into his exslave wife for all he was worth. These days he seemed to be enjoying her more than he had ever done. The two of them drowsed for half an hour or so then, in bathrobes, they went back to the living room where Julia was kept busy topping up their glasses with Champagne.
Heidi and Maria continued to rock on their long dildo, bringing each other to regular orgasms whilst Simone still hung on the wall twitching and shuddering from time to time. Quentin pinched Julia’s bottom.
“Missed me, girl?” he enquired.
“Yes, Master,” answered Julia with proper servility. She curtsied as she spoke.
“Perhaps you might like to watch Simone performing with her arsehole” suggested Melissa.
“Not a bad idea” replied Quentin. “Perhaps she could ride one of the others while Cassim buggers her.”
“Fine ... I’ll have Cassim and Jason come along here.” She picked up the phone and was connected with her Housekeeper. A few minutes later the two males arrived and were informed what was required of them. Restrainers came off and the two got ready. Jason lay on his back, playing with himself to get an erection while Cassim waited for Simone to be brought down from the wall. She was too exhausted to stand and collapsed in a heap on the floor. The leg-spreader was removed.
“Lower her onto Cassim’s cock,” instructed Melissa. This was an easy operation. There was a squelching sound as Simone slid down the massive hard cock, sighing as she went.
“When she comes up,” said Melissa, “you go in, Cassim.”
“Right Ma’am ...”
Quentin watched intrigued as the threesome gradually got into motion... with Simone rising and falling, filling each of her passages in turn. She gasped, she groaned, but her haunches kept steadily in motion, assisted by Jason raising and lowering her enfeebled flanks. Gradually the pace increased and both Melissa and Quentin applauded as there were simultaneous eruptions in Simone’s body.
“She’s come on a lot, thanks to you, my dear,” Quentin said. “What did you do to her?”
Melissa told him and Quentin’s eyes widened.
“My God,” he said, “no wonder!”
Later dinner was served out on the patio by Heidi and Maria, while Julia was busily occupied by Ahmed’s attention in his quarters. She had to suck him first, then half an hour later he fucked her solidly for a full quarter of an hour. Afterwards, Julia felt almost as exhausted as Simone had done earlier. Wine and Brandy had put Quentin into a semi-soporific state and they retired early. Heidi was sent for and the young blonde had to tongue her Mistress while Quentin entered her from the rear. He only just made it and was soon done but Heidi had to work on Melissa for quite some time. Slumber for the happy couple came at last.
The Captain of the ship was on board again and all was well. Except in certain areas of ‘Maison Jaune’. In a certain cage, Simone woke frequently, screaming her nightmares. Maria was restless, worrying about her sister. Only Julia slept soundly, fucked stupid by Ahmed. Another day was done. What did the morrow hold?
Feeling a little bored in the afternoon, Melissa decided to play what she termed a few bondage games. All four male Overseers were summoned to the living room and then the four slave girls were brought in. Each was assigned to one of the males, all of whom were bollock naked. Julia was given to Jason, Simone to Ahmed, Heidi to Cassim and Maria to Hans. In the centre of the room stood several large chests all filled with bondage gear.
“Get to work chaps,” she said, “Truss up your slave in whatever way you wish.” Then she flopped on the couch to watch. First she watched Ahmed dealing with Simone. She was put into a body harness, the understrap of which cut cruelly into her sex lips. Then her long hair was made into a single plait and that was fastened to a shackle which pinioned her ankles. As a result she was bent in a curve, belly uppermost. A hook was put into the front of the body harness and attached to a rope. On this, Simone was hauled off the floor where she swung gently to and fro some six feet up. Jason went to work on Julia with ropes. They encircled the top of her torso and just below her breasts. A rope went around her waist and then ran under between her thighs, being pulled very tight and knotted at the back. Further ropes went under her lower thighs and her ankles, all being pulled as tight as possible. Finally she was fitted with a rope gag and then hung inverted from the ceiling.
Heidi was dealt with very cruelly by Cassim. Her legs were bent so that her heels just touched her lower buttocks and in this position they were secured by ropes running around the front of her thighs. Then her arms were pulled behind her back and fastened to the tops around her ankles. Having been tightly gagged by a rubber ball bit, a piece of rope was tied to her hair and she was pulled aloft to hang by her hair from the ceiling. Her torment was evident when whinnies of pain jetted down her nostrils.
Maria was simply hog-tied and hung face down from the ceiling by Hans. She hung by her wrists and ankles and the strain on them was tremendous. She begged and pleaded to be let down until Melissa ordered her to be gagged in the same fashion as Heidi..
Then Melissa spent a happy half hour or so contemplating the work of her ‘bondage team’. The whimpering whining and weeping was incessant and was indeed music to her ears. Afterwards, when released, each slave was fucked by the Overseer who had put her into bondage.
“Thank you, chaps,” said Melissa when it was all over. “I must get some more bondage equipment so that they can be dealt with more severely.”
It was an announcement that went down well with all four males. The exhausted girls looked less than happy, however. Quentin, who had been to the races at Nice that afternoon, was amused to hear about the games Melissa had been playing.
“I’d like to join in sometime,” he said. “Do you remember those games I used to play with you and Julia as schoolgirls?”
Julia looked most nervous and apprehensive.
“I don’t want to be reminded, Quentin,” said Melissa rather severely.
“I’m sorry,” smiled Quentin. “That was rather stupid of me. But I was just thinking, we’ve got four potential schoolgirls now.”
Melissa’s eyes brightened. “Of course we have. You’d like to play Head of School? And me the Mistress?”
“You bet.” grinned Quentin.
“I’ll set the whole thing up,” said Melissa. “Uniforms, classrooms, the lot. O.K.?”
“You bet it’s O.K. dear wife,” said Quentin. The only thing he was a little concerned about was that he had reminded his wife of her former slave status. But not for long.
Thus it was, in a few days time, that Melissa was surveying the classroom she had set up. It contained four old-fashioned wooden desks, her own desk set up on a dais and a blackboard. Melissa came in, wearing a graduate’s gown... to which she was certainly not entitled. She brought with her a pile of books and exercise books.
At eleven a.m., Simone, Julia, Heidi and Maria filed in. All were dressed as schoolgirls. Of course, that they were dressed at all was something quite out of the ordinary for them. To have their nakedness covered was indeed remarkable. It was also humiliating in the way it had been done. Each woman wore a very short gym-slip and white see-through blouse. Underneath were navy blue knickers of cotton. No bra was permitted. All had had their hair plaited into a single pig-tail, tied at its end with a ribbon. They wore no stockings. Just white ankle socks and low-heeled black patent shoes.
All looked apprehensively at Melissa as they come in, knowing that this was surely some sadistic game of amusement for their owner. She was wearing not only a gown but also a mortar-board and looking very smug.
“Heidi and Maria in the front row, “ she said crisply, “Julia and Simone in the desks behind.”
The women seated themselves nervously behind the small desks. “Your ages have changed,” announced Melissa. “Simone is eighteen, Julia s*******n and Heidi and Maria both sixteen. You are now all schoolgirls again. I, Miss Melissa, am your form Mistress, Mr Osman is your Headmaster. You will be sent to him if I am not satisfied with your behaviour or your work. In class, I shall maintain discipline with this.”
She opened the drawer of her desk and took out a brown leather strap. It was about two feet long, two inches wide and a quarter of an inch thick. Not as formidable as many of the straps in use at ‘Maison Jaune’ but adequately painful all the same. There was tension in the classroom.
“Maria, come out here,” Maria got up from her desk and went nervously to Melissa’s desk. Here she was handed four exercise books and four arithmetic books.
“Distribute these ...” She went round to each desk and put the books on them. She could see the others were as intensely nervous as herself. How strange it was to see them all clothed, even in such a ridiculous fashion. Maria resumed her seat.
“Open your arithmetic books at page twenty,” said Melissa primly. „There you will find twelve long division sums. You will do them all within fifteen minutes. Begin.” She placed a watch on her desk. “I think I should remind you that this school has a strict code of discipline. Good work is not rewarded but bad work is punished.”
Four heads bent and set about this unfamiliar kind of task. Julia found she had almost forgotten how to do long division and she began to panic as the minutes ticked away and she accomplished very little.
Simone was hardly any better, but the two younger girls seemed to be working away steadily.
“Time!” called Melissa. All too suddenly, it seemed. Julia looked with dismay at her efforts. She had not even tackled half of the sums.
“Maria, bring up the exercise books.” The dark haired youngster did so and Melissa settled down with a blue pencil and a crib. Soon she was tut-tutting to herself. The four young women sat in tense silence. The outcome was very obvious to all.
“A pretty disgraceful effort all round,” announced Melissa at last. “I will start with the best papers and finish with the worse. Heidi has seven correct answers and Maria six. Not bad for a beginner. The efforts of Simone and Julia were quite disgraceful. Simone only attempted seven sums and got two right; Julia only attempted five sums and got them all wrong. Quite appalling by any standards.”
Melissa stood up and picked up her strap. “Heidi, out here,” she commanded. The young blonde moved reluctantly to the desk.
“Five errors,” said Melissa sternly. “Five strokes of the strap.” Everyone at once calculated how many strokes she would be getting. “Bend over my desk, lift up your skirt and take down your knickers,” ordered Melissa. The short skirt was already riding high, but Heidi pulled it up to her waist and pushed down her navy blue briefs. Naked again, she thought miserably.
“Grip the far edge of the desk and don’t let go,” said Melissa. “If you do, you get the stroke again.”
At least it’s not the cane, said Heidi to herself. She felt her nates twitch apprehensively.
Tttthhhwwwaaaccckkk!
The leather thong fell across both buttock cheeks simultaneously, raising a pink-red swathe. Heidi gasped but hung on to the desk.
Tttthhhwwwaaaccckkk!
Another stroke, just a little lower. Another pink-red swathe, another gasp, a little squirming motion.
Tttthhhwwwaaaccckkk!
“Agh...agh!” Heidi’s head jerked up. Still she hung on.
Tttthhhwwwaaaccckkk!
Melissa was using the full sweep of her arm, laying it on as hard as she could each time. How often she had seen this young, rounded bottom squirming under far worse punishment. This was not severe by the standards of ‘Maison Jaune’ but there was something uniquely pleasurable about punishing in this way. Only one more to come, thought Heidi with relief.
Tttthhhwwwaaaccckkk!
It came and with a high-pitched yelp, the girl lost her grip. For Melissa had deliberately overlaid the previous stroke.
“You get that one again,” she said harshly, “Grip the edge of the desk, girl.”
Tttthhhwwwaaaccckkk!
The sixth and extra stroke fell and again it was an overlay. Heidi uttered an even louder yelp but, somehow, managed to retain her grip.
“Knickers up...back to your place.”
Carefully Heidi pulled her knickers up over her glowing bottom. She was aware that she had received many a worse punishment in her time. I should be thankful, she said to herself as she went back to her desk.
“Maria ... out here...” Heidi’s sister went to her desk and bent over it without receiving an order , then lifted her skirt and pushed down her knickers.
“Thank you, Maria,” said Melissa sarcastically, “but next time you’ll wait until I give you an order. Two extra strokes.”
She looked down on the soft-quivering bottom happily. Maria was always a delight to punish.
Six cracking strokes had the young brunette squirming well and truly gasping out with pain. But she maintained her grip. At least until she lost it as the final two strokes fell. They arrived in swift succession, one on top of the other. Accordingly she earned herself a ninth stroke. She uttered a little gasp as she resumed her seat.
“Simone ... out here!”
How amusing it was to see a mature woman dressed as a schoolgirl! Your punishment will be more severe,” announced Melissa. “A girl of your age should have far more ability. How old are you, Simone?”
“Eighteen, Mistress,” replied Simone bleakly. Her hate for this woman was intense. She recalled what terrible things had been done to her recently and managed to control her seething emotions.
“Eighteen, Miss,” snapped Melissa.
“Eighteen, Miss ....”
“Well, Simone, let me tell you your punishment for this disgraceful effort. For sums not attempted you get two strokes each, and for sums wrong you get one stroke each. How many does that make?”
Simone calculated. Ten plus five. “Fifteen, Miss ...”
“Correct, Simone. You can add even if you can’t divide. Get across my desk and get your knickers down.”
Simone did so without delay. Her bared, plumply matured bottom looked very large in comparison with the other girls. A most tempting target. Melissa started at the top of the ample buttocks and worked her way steadily down. The leather cracked loudly in the small classroom. Simone’s bottom twisted and bounced vigorously, setting the soft flesh juddering wildly. She gasped between clenched teeth but was determined not to let go. She was determined not to give this evil woman even more pleasure, and her hate lent her strength.
This was fortunate for the last five strokes were all overlays. She yelped loudly at each but just managed to hang on.
“I want a better effort next time, Simone,” said Melissa, “or I’ll send you to the Head for a caning. Understand?”
“Yes, Miss ...” It was an enormous effort to maintain self-control. But, knowing where losing self-control could lead, she managed it. She just hated and hated ... bitter gall-burning within.
“Knickers up ... back to your desk!”
Oh, the humiliation of it! To be treated so!
“Julia, out here!”
Julia, who had been watching proceedings resignedly, rose and approached the desk. After all she had been through, a simple strapping was nothing to be particularly concerned about, even if not exactly scorned.
“Bottom of the class, Julia,” smiled Julia. “Well, we’ll all have a look at that bottom of the class ...”
Oh, very funny! Meekly, Julia bent over and lifted up her short gym slip, then down went her knickers. Nudity, of course, no longer concerned her. It was just being dressed, even if scantily, which seemed strange.
“Seven sums not attempted, all five attempted ones wrong. I make that nineteen strokes, don’t you, Julia?”
“Yes, Miss ...”
“I was minded to send you to the Head, but will give you a second chance. Get yourself over my desk girl!” Julia bent. “Skirt up, knickers down.”
Julia’s bottom was quickly exposed and Melissa gazed upon it approvingly. She got more pleasure out of thrashing Julia than anybody. She’s certainly done it often enough. The strap swung and cracked on to the bare flesh again and again ... and Julia, experienced as she was, took the first ten strokes with grim stoicism, hanging on to the desk for dear life, gasping through clenched teeth, though unable to check the convulsive little squirms of her bottom.
After the tenth stroke, when the overlays were beginning to overlay overlays, whinnying whimpers could be heard. Melissa was putting everything possible into each stroke, trying to make Julia yell. But she had no success. Not even the pleasure of exacting extras. Julia, now, was certainly tough.
“Knickers up, back to your desk ...”
Flushed, mouth quivering, eyes brimming with tears, Julia stood erect and pulled up her knickers. Then she walked stiffly but unhesitantly back to her place. She felt she had won a small victory over Melissa but, doubtless, would have to pay for that later.
The next lesson was algebra, of which Simone had no knowledge at all. For ten minutes she stared hopelessly at the blank page before her. Noticing this, Melissa went to her desk and hauled her up by her ear.
“What’s this, girl...are you refusing to do the exercise?”
“I ... I can’t Miss, I can’t ...”
“Can’t? There’s no such word.” Melissa was scribbling on a pad, “Here, take this note to the Headmaster. His study is the second door on the right down the corridor.”
“P-Please, Miss, I don’t understand algebra ...”
“All the more reason to attempt it, girl. I have recommend you get a really sound caning.”
“O-ohhh ... Miss ...”
“Go!” Hurriedly, Simone tottered from the room, tears starting to flow. This hideous existence was becoming worse. She was simply the plaything of sadists! She knocked on the door which said ‘Study’.
“Come ....” It was Quentin’s voice, Simone entered and saw her Master seated in a leather armchair behind a broad desk. He looked at her benignly.
“Ah ... Simone ... what brings you here, young lady?”
With trembling hand, Simone extended Melissa’s note. Quentin took it and read it slowly and carefully aloud: ‘This girl has refused to take a test I set her. Quite intolerable behaviour! I want her caned, and caned severely!’
“Well, Simone, this is a fine thing, I must say! Refusing to take a test is a very serious matter. Come round to my side of the desk and tell me all about it.. I am quite understanding with young girls, you’ll find.”
Simone went around the desk, her big breasts bouncing as she moved.
“You’re quite a big girl for eighteen, aren’t you, Simone?” leered Quentin. One hand went to a breast, the other slipped up under the gym slip.
“Nice big bottom, too.” Quentin squeezed it. “Do you like that, my dear?”
Simone thought rapidly. “Y-Yes ... Sir ...” she answered.
“Oh, you naughty girl! How forward you are.” By now, Quentin had got his fingers into the knickers and was beginning to titillate lasciviously.
“Do you play with yourself?” he asked.
Again, Simone decided to play along. “Yes, Sir,” she whispered.
“Show me,” ordered Quentin, “take your knickers off and show me, you naughty little minx.”
Flushing with humiliation, Simone hesitated.
“I hope you’re not thinking of refusing, Simone ... because I am the one who decides how severe a caning should be.”
Simone lowered her knickers without delay.
“Come and sit on my knee, girl...and play with yourself. Come along.” Quentin patted his thigh encouragingly and Simone almost lost control of herself. What a disgusting this to have to do.
More degradation!
She insinuated herself on to Quentin’s thigh and her fingers went to her cunt lips. “Please, Sir, must I?”
“Yes,” grinned Quentin.
With a whimpering groan, Simone began to masturbate. Quentin kept squeezing and nuzzling her breasts.
“That’s it, girlie ... faster ... faster ... oh, it’s lovely isn’t it?”
It took a long time for Simone to get properly roused, but Quentin didn’t mind a bit. The look of total shame on Simone’s face was a joy to watch! At long last, she brought herself to a brief, shuddering orgasm.
Then she burst into tears. In fatherly fashion, Quentin wiped away the tears with a handkerchief.
“There, there,” he said, “so much emotion.” He paused. “Have you ever been fucked, Simone?”
What to reply? Simone hesitated, then whispered, “Yes. Sir.”
“Well, I’m not surprised with the arse and the tits you’ve got, girl. In fact, I might fuck you myself a little later.”
Simone blinked. What did it matter anymore?
“Now, about this caning,” said Quentin after a while. “Severe. Miss Melissa said, did she?”
“Y-Yes. Sir ...”
“I wonder what she means? Twelve strokes? Twenty-four strokes? Thirty-six strokes? It’s difficult. I tell you what, Simone, I’ll start by giving you just twelve strokes. Then I’ll fuck you. If you give me a really good fuck, that will be the end of the matter. If not, I’ll give you another twelve strokes. That’s fair, isn’t it, young lady?”
“Yes, Sir,” whispered Simone.
Quentin opened a drawer and took out a hook-handled cane and flexed it.
“Over my desk, Simone, skirt up high...”
A sumptuous bottom was exposed as Simone obeyed at once. Oh what a marvellous bottom to cane, thought Quentin. Two large curvaceous buttocks. An ideal target!
Tap ... tap ... How the soft flesh quivered. Delicious! She was quaking and clenching with dread.
SSSWEEEEEE ... CCCRRRAAACCCCKKKKKKKK!
The first stroke whiplashed down and Simone, with a shriek, writhed down on to the floor, kicking and twisting.
“Get up... get back...” came Quentin’s menacing voice.
Somehow, Simone clambered up and flung herself back across the desk.
SSSWWWEEEEE ... CCCRRRAAAACCCCKKKKKK!
Another stroke and again Simone writhed down, shrieking. Quentin didn’t mind. He liked seeing her writhing with pain on the floor. What lovely long weals he had raised!
“Up ... up ... and be quick about it!”
Sobbing, Simone struggled up again...and presented her bottom. In fact, it took quite a long time for Quentin to administer those twelve strokes. But Quentin was patient. And he was enjoying himself so much! He studied the twin-tracked weals for a little while.
“Now for that fuck, Simone,” he said.
“Don’t forget to make it a good one.” Then Quentin dropped his trousers and pants ... just like any Head would when he was going to fuck one of his pupils in the privacy of his study. Grunting piggishly, trying to imagine this really was a schoolgirl, he took Simone on the top of the desk. It was soon very evident that she was giving him everything she possibly could to ensure that he got a ‘good’ fuck. Slobbering, groaning, Quentin had to admit to himself that it was a ‘good’ fuck. But, was he going to concede that, or was he going to cane Simone again? The decision was entirely his. As always!
WELCOME HOME MASTER I am being warmed up ready for you!
A vibrator had been rammed up Simone’s sex and it could be heard humming. Grinning, Quentin went across to Melissa and kissed her fondly.
“What a nice homely scene,” he said.
“Have a good trip, darling?”
“Great. Caught some shark. Simone been behaving herself?”
“Very much so,” smiled Melissa. She’s learned one or two new tricks.”
“Like what?”
“She’s learned how to please a man with her asshole.”
“Really? You have made progress. Not that I’m one for buggery.”
“She took some persuading.”
“So I can imagine.”
“Would you like me to have her taken down. She’ll be nice and hot and juicy by now.”
Simone at that moment was shuddering and convulsing in her umpteenth orgasm. They were beginning to give her more pain than pleasure and she felt weak and drained, her eyes glazing.
“Oh, don’t bother,” said Quentin. “Maybe I’ll fuck her some time later on. Thank you for being so thoughtful, darling. Getting her ready like this.”
“My pleasure,” smiled Melissa. “Perhaps you’d like to fuck me.”
“I sure would. Let’s go into the bedroom....”
A few minutes later, Quentin was pounding away into his exslave wife for all he was worth. These days he seemed to be enjoying her more than he had ever done. The two of them drowsed for half an hour or so then, in bathrobes, they went back to the living room where Julia was kept busy topping up their glasses with Champagne.
Heidi and Maria continued to rock on their long dildo, bringing each other to regular orgasms whilst Simone still hung on the wall twitching and shuddering from time to time. Quentin pinched Julia’s bottom.
“Missed me, girl?” he enquired.
“Yes, Master,” answered Julia with proper servility. She curtsied as she spoke.
“Perhaps you might like to watch Simone performing with her arsehole” suggested Melissa.
“Not a bad idea” replied Quentin. “Perhaps she could ride one of the others while Cassim buggers her.”
“Fine ... I’ll have Cassim and Jason come along here.” She picked up the phone and was connected with her Housekeeper. A few minutes later the two males arrived and were informed what was required of them. Restrainers came off and the two got ready. Jason lay on his back, playing with himself to get an erection while Cassim waited for Simone to be brought down from the wall. She was too exhausted to stand and collapsed in a heap on the floor. The leg-spreader was removed.
“Lower her onto Cassim’s cock,” instructed Melissa. This was an easy operation. There was a squelching sound as Simone slid down the massive hard cock, sighing as she went.
“When she comes up,” said Melissa, “you go in, Cassim.”
“Right Ma’am ...”
Quentin watched intrigued as the threesome gradually got into motion... with Simone rising and falling, filling each of her passages in turn. She gasped, she groaned, but her haunches kept steadily in motion, assisted by Jason raising and lowering her enfeebled flanks. Gradually the pace increased and both Melissa and Quentin applauded as there were simultaneous eruptions in Simone’s body.
“She’s come on a lot, thanks to you, my dear,” Quentin said. “What did you do to her?”
Melissa told him and Quentin’s eyes widened.
“My God,” he said, “no wonder!”
Later dinner was served out on the patio by Heidi and Maria, while Julia was busily occupied by Ahmed’s attention in his quarters. She had to suck him first, then half an hour later he fucked her solidly for a full quarter of an hour. Afterwards, Julia felt almost as exhausted as Simone had done earlier. Wine and Brandy had put Quentin into a semi-soporific state and they retired early. Heidi was sent for and the young blonde had to tongue her Mistress while Quentin entered her from the rear. He only just made it and was soon done but Heidi had to work on Melissa for quite some time. Slumber for the happy couple came at last.
The Captain of the ship was on board again and all was well. Except in certain areas of ‘Maison Jaune’. In a certain cage, Simone woke frequently, screaming her nightmares. Maria was restless, worrying about her sister. Only Julia slept soundly, fucked stupid by Ahmed. Another day was done. What did the morrow hold?
Feeling a little bored in the afternoon, Melissa decided to play what she termed a few bondage games. All four male Overseers were summoned to the living room and then the four slave girls were brought in. Each was assigned to one of the males, all of whom were bollock naked. Julia was given to Jason, Simone to Ahmed, Heidi to Cassim and Maria to Hans. In the centre of the room stood several large chests all filled with bondage gear.
“Get to work chaps,” she said, “Truss up your slave in whatever way you wish.” Then she flopped on the couch to watch. First she watched Ahmed dealing with Simone. She was put into a body harness, the understrap of which cut cruelly into her sex lips. Then her long hair was made into a single plait and that was fastened to a shackle which pinioned her ankles. As a result she was bent in a curve, belly uppermost. A hook was put into the front of the body harness and attached to a rope. On this, Simone was hauled off the floor where she swung gently to and fro some six feet up. Jason went to work on Julia with ropes. They encircled the top of her torso and just below her breasts. A rope went around her waist and then ran under between her thighs, being pulled very tight and knotted at the back. Further ropes went under her lower thighs and her ankles, all being pulled as tight as possible. Finally she was fitted with a rope gag and then hung inverted from the ceiling.
Heidi was dealt with very cruelly by Cassim. Her legs were bent so that her heels just touched her lower buttocks and in this position they were secured by ropes running around the front of her thighs. Then her arms were pulled behind her back and fastened to the tops around her ankles. Having been tightly gagged by a rubber ball bit, a piece of rope was tied to her hair and she was pulled aloft to hang by her hair from the ceiling. Her torment was evident when whinnies of pain jetted down her nostrils.
Maria was simply hog-tied and hung face down from the ceiling by Hans. She hung by her wrists and ankles and the strain on them was tremendous. She begged and pleaded to be let down until Melissa ordered her to be gagged in the same fashion as Heidi..
Then Melissa spent a happy half hour or so contemplating the work of her ‘bondage team’. The whimpering whining and weeping was incessant and was indeed music to her ears. Afterwards, when released, each slave was fucked by the Overseer who had put her into bondage.
“Thank you, chaps,” said Melissa when it was all over. “I must get some more bondage equipment so that they can be dealt with more severely.”
It was an announcement that went down well with all four males. The exhausted girls looked less than happy, however. Quentin, who had been to the races at Nice that afternoon, was amused to hear about the games Melissa had been playing.
“I’d like to join in sometime,” he said. “Do you remember those games I used to play with you and Julia as schoolgirls?”
Julia looked most nervous and apprehensive.
“I don’t want to be reminded, Quentin,” said Melissa rather severely.
“I’m sorry,” smiled Quentin. “That was rather stupid of me. But I was just thinking, we’ve got four potential schoolgirls now.”
Melissa’s eyes brightened. “Of course we have. You’d like to play Head of School? And me the Mistress?”
“You bet.” grinned Quentin.
“I’ll set the whole thing up,” said Melissa. “Uniforms, classrooms, the lot. O.K.?”
“You bet it’s O.K. dear wife,” said Quentin. The only thing he was a little concerned about was that he had reminded his wife of her former slave status. But not for long.
Thus it was, in a few days time, that Melissa was surveying the classroom she had set up. It contained four old-fashioned wooden desks, her own desk set up on a dais and a blackboard. Melissa came in, wearing a graduate’s gown... to which she was certainly not entitled. She brought with her a pile of books and exercise books.
At eleven a.m., Simone, Julia, Heidi and Maria filed in. All were dressed as schoolgirls. Of course, that they were dressed at all was something quite out of the ordinary for them. To have their nakedness covered was indeed remarkable. It was also humiliating in the way it had been done. Each woman wore a very short gym-slip and white see-through blouse. Underneath were navy blue knickers of cotton. No bra was permitted. All had had their hair plaited into a single pig-tail, tied at its end with a ribbon. They wore no stockings. Just white ankle socks and low-heeled black patent shoes.
All looked apprehensively at Melissa as they come in, knowing that this was surely some sadistic game of amusement for their owner. She was wearing not only a gown but also a mortar-board and looking very smug.
“Heidi and Maria in the front row, “ she said crisply, “Julia and Simone in the desks behind.”
The women seated themselves nervously behind the small desks. “Your ages have changed,” announced Melissa. “Simone is eighteen, Julia s*******n and Heidi and Maria both sixteen. You are now all schoolgirls again. I, Miss Melissa, am your form Mistress, Mr Osman is your Headmaster. You will be sent to him if I am not satisfied with your behaviour or your work. In class, I shall maintain discipline with this.”
She opened the drawer of her desk and took out a brown leather strap. It was about two feet long, two inches wide and a quarter of an inch thick. Not as formidable as many of the straps in use at ‘Maison Jaune’ but adequately painful all the same. There was tension in the classroom.
“Maria, come out here,” Maria got up from her desk and went nervously to Melissa’s desk. Here she was handed four exercise books and four arithmetic books.
“Distribute these ...” She went round to each desk and put the books on them. She could see the others were as intensely nervous as herself. How strange it was to see them all clothed, even in such a ridiculous fashion. Maria resumed her seat.
“Open your arithmetic books at page twenty,” said Melissa primly. „There you will find twelve long division sums. You will do them all within fifteen minutes. Begin.” She placed a watch on her desk. “I think I should remind you that this school has a strict code of discipline. Good work is not rewarded but bad work is punished.”
Four heads bent and set about this unfamiliar kind of task. Julia found she had almost forgotten how to do long division and she began to panic as the minutes ticked away and she accomplished very little.
Simone was hardly any better, but the two younger girls seemed to be working away steadily.
“Time!” called Melissa. All too suddenly, it seemed. Julia looked with dismay at her efforts. She had not even tackled half of the sums.
“Maria, bring up the exercise books.” The dark haired youngster did so and Melissa settled down with a blue pencil and a crib. Soon she was tut-tutting to herself. The four young women sat in tense silence. The outcome was very obvious to all.
“A pretty disgraceful effort all round,” announced Melissa at last. “I will start with the best papers and finish with the worse. Heidi has seven correct answers and Maria six. Not bad for a beginner. The efforts of Simone and Julia were quite disgraceful. Simone only attempted seven sums and got two right; Julia only attempted five sums and got them all wrong. Quite appalling by any standards.”
Melissa stood up and picked up her strap. “Heidi, out here,” she commanded. The young blonde moved reluctantly to the desk.
“Five errors,” said Melissa sternly. “Five strokes of the strap.” Everyone at once calculated how many strokes she would be getting. “Bend over my desk, lift up your skirt and take down your knickers,” ordered Melissa. The short skirt was already riding high, but Heidi pulled it up to her waist and pushed down her navy blue briefs. Naked again, she thought miserably.
“Grip the far edge of the desk and don’t let go,” said Melissa. “If you do, you get the stroke again.”
At least it’s not the cane, said Heidi to herself. She felt her nates twitch apprehensively.
Tttthhhwwwaaaccckkk!
The leather thong fell across both buttock cheeks simultaneously, raising a pink-red swathe. Heidi gasped but hung on to the desk.
Tttthhhwwwaaaccckkk!
Another stroke, just a little lower. Another pink-red swathe, another gasp, a little squirming motion.
Tttthhhwwwaaaccckkk!
“Agh...agh!” Heidi’s head jerked up. Still she hung on.
Tttthhhwwwaaaccckkk!
Melissa was using the full sweep of her arm, laying it on as hard as she could each time. How often she had seen this young, rounded bottom squirming under far worse punishment. This was not severe by the standards of ‘Maison Jaune’ but there was something uniquely pleasurable about punishing in this way. Only one more to come, thought Heidi with relief.
Tttthhhwwwaaaccckkk!
It came and with a high-pitched yelp, the girl lost her grip. For Melissa had deliberately overlaid the previous stroke.
“You get that one again,” she said harshly, “Grip the edge of the desk, girl.”
Tttthhhwwwaaaccckkk!
The sixth and extra stroke fell and again it was an overlay. Heidi uttered an even louder yelp but, somehow, managed to retain her grip.
“Knickers up...back to your place.”
Carefully Heidi pulled her knickers up over her glowing bottom. She was aware that she had received many a worse punishment in her time. I should be thankful, she said to herself as she went back to her desk.
“Maria ... out here...” Heidi’s sister went to her desk and bent over it without receiving an order , then lifted her skirt and pushed down her knickers.
“Thank you, Maria,” said Melissa sarcastically, “but next time you’ll wait until I give you an order. Two extra strokes.”
She looked down on the soft-quivering bottom happily. Maria was always a delight to punish.
Six cracking strokes had the young brunette squirming well and truly gasping out with pain. But she maintained her grip. At least until she lost it as the final two strokes fell. They arrived in swift succession, one on top of the other. Accordingly she earned herself a ninth stroke. She uttered a little gasp as she resumed her seat.
“Simone ... out here!”
How amusing it was to see a mature woman dressed as a schoolgirl! Your punishment will be more severe,” announced Melissa. “A girl of your age should have far more ability. How old are you, Simone?”
“Eighteen, Mistress,” replied Simone bleakly. Her hate for this woman was intense. She recalled what terrible things had been done to her recently and managed to control her seething emotions.
“Eighteen, Miss,” snapped Melissa.
“Eighteen, Miss ....”
“Well, Simone, let me tell you your punishment for this disgraceful effort. For sums not attempted you get two strokes each, and for sums wrong you get one stroke each. How many does that make?”
Simone calculated. Ten plus five. “Fifteen, Miss ...”
“Correct, Simone. You can add even if you can’t divide. Get across my desk and get your knickers down.”
Simone did so without delay. Her bared, plumply matured bottom looked very large in comparison with the other girls. A most tempting target. Melissa started at the top of the ample buttocks and worked her way steadily down. The leather cracked loudly in the small classroom. Simone’s bottom twisted and bounced vigorously, setting the soft flesh juddering wildly. She gasped between clenched teeth but was determined not to let go. She was determined not to give this evil woman even more pleasure, and her hate lent her strength.
This was fortunate for the last five strokes were all overlays. She yelped loudly at each but just managed to hang on.
“I want a better effort next time, Simone,” said Melissa, “or I’ll send you to the Head for a caning. Understand?”
“Yes, Miss ...” It was an enormous effort to maintain self-control. But, knowing where losing self-control could lead, she managed it. She just hated and hated ... bitter gall-burning within.
“Knickers up ... back to your desk!”
Oh, the humiliation of it! To be treated so!
“Julia, out here!”
Julia, who had been watching proceedings resignedly, rose and approached the desk. After all she had been through, a simple strapping was nothing to be particularly concerned about, even if not exactly scorned.
“Bottom of the class, Julia,” smiled Julia. “Well, we’ll all have a look at that bottom of the class ...”
Oh, very funny! Meekly, Julia bent over and lifted up her short gym slip, then down went her knickers. Nudity, of course, no longer concerned her. It was just being dressed, even if scantily, which seemed strange.
“Seven sums not attempted, all five attempted ones wrong. I make that nineteen strokes, don’t you, Julia?”
“Yes, Miss ...”
“I was minded to send you to the Head, but will give you a second chance. Get yourself over my desk girl!” Julia bent. “Skirt up, knickers down.”
Julia’s bottom was quickly exposed and Melissa gazed upon it approvingly. She got more pleasure out of thrashing Julia than anybody. She’s certainly done it often enough. The strap swung and cracked on to the bare flesh again and again ... and Julia, experienced as she was, took the first ten strokes with grim stoicism, hanging on to the desk for dear life, gasping through clenched teeth, though unable to check the convulsive little squirms of her bottom.
After the tenth stroke, when the overlays were beginning to overlay overlays, whinnying whimpers could be heard. Melissa was putting everything possible into each stroke, trying to make Julia yell. But she had no success. Not even the pleasure of exacting extras. Julia, now, was certainly tough.
“Knickers up, back to your desk ...”
Flushed, mouth quivering, eyes brimming with tears, Julia stood erect and pulled up her knickers. Then she walked stiffly but unhesitantly back to her place. She felt she had won a small victory over Melissa but, doubtless, would have to pay for that later.
The next lesson was algebra, of which Simone had no knowledge at all. For ten minutes she stared hopelessly at the blank page before her. Noticing this, Melissa went to her desk and hauled her up by her ear.
“What’s this, girl...are you refusing to do the exercise?”
“I ... I can’t Miss, I can’t ...”
“Can’t? There’s no such word.” Melissa was scribbling on a pad, “Here, take this note to the Headmaster. His study is the second door on the right down the corridor.”
“P-Please, Miss, I don’t understand algebra ...”
“All the more reason to attempt it, girl. I have recommend you get a really sound caning.”
“O-ohhh ... Miss ...”
“Go!” Hurriedly, Simone tottered from the room, tears starting to flow. This hideous existence was becoming worse. She was simply the plaything of sadists! She knocked on the door which said ‘Study’.
“Come ....” It was Quentin’s voice, Simone entered and saw her Master seated in a leather armchair behind a broad desk. He looked at her benignly.
“Ah ... Simone ... what brings you here, young lady?”
With trembling hand, Simone extended Melissa’s note. Quentin took it and read it slowly and carefully aloud: ‘This girl has refused to take a test I set her. Quite intolerable behaviour! I want her caned, and caned severely!’
“Well, Simone, this is a fine thing, I must say! Refusing to take a test is a very serious matter. Come round to my side of the desk and tell me all about it.. I am quite understanding with young girls, you’ll find.”
Simone went around the desk, her big breasts bouncing as she moved.
“You’re quite a big girl for eighteen, aren’t you, Simone?” leered Quentin. One hand went to a breast, the other slipped up under the gym slip.
“Nice big bottom, too.” Quentin squeezed it. “Do you like that, my dear?”
Simone thought rapidly. “Y-Yes ... Sir ...” she answered.
“Oh, you naughty girl! How forward you are.” By now, Quentin had got his fingers into the knickers and was beginning to titillate lasciviously.
“Do you play with yourself?” he asked.
Again, Simone decided to play along. “Yes, Sir,” she whispered.
“Show me,” ordered Quentin, “take your knickers off and show me, you naughty little minx.”
Flushing with humiliation, Simone hesitated.
“I hope you’re not thinking of refusing, Simone ... because I am the one who decides how severe a caning should be.”
Simone lowered her knickers without delay.
“Come and sit on my knee, girl...and play with yourself. Come along.” Quentin patted his thigh encouragingly and Simone almost lost control of herself. What a disgusting this to have to do.
More degradation!
She insinuated herself on to Quentin’s thigh and her fingers went to her cunt lips. “Please, Sir, must I?”
“Yes,” grinned Quentin.
With a whimpering groan, Simone began to masturbate. Quentin kept squeezing and nuzzling her breasts.
“That’s it, girlie ... faster ... faster ... oh, it’s lovely isn’t it?”
It took a long time for Simone to get properly roused, but Quentin didn’t mind a bit. The look of total shame on Simone’s face was a joy to watch! At long last, she brought herself to a brief, shuddering orgasm.
Then she burst into tears. In fatherly fashion, Quentin wiped away the tears with a handkerchief.
“There, there,” he said, “so much emotion.” He paused. “Have you ever been fucked, Simone?”
What to reply? Simone hesitated, then whispered, “Yes. Sir.”
“Well, I’m not surprised with the arse and the tits you’ve got, girl. In fact, I might fuck you myself a little later.”
Simone blinked. What did it matter anymore?
“Now, about this caning,” said Quentin after a while. “Severe. Miss Melissa said, did she?”
“Y-Yes. Sir ...”
“I wonder what she means? Twelve strokes? Twenty-four strokes? Thirty-six strokes? It’s difficult. I tell you what, Simone, I’ll start by giving you just twelve strokes. Then I’ll fuck you. If you give me a really good fuck, that will be the end of the matter. If not, I’ll give you another twelve strokes. That’s fair, isn’t it, young lady?”
“Yes, Sir,” whispered Simone.
Quentin opened a drawer and took out a hook-handled cane and flexed it.
“Over my desk, Simone, skirt up high...”
A sumptuous bottom was exposed as Simone obeyed at once. Oh what a marvellous bottom to cane, thought Quentin. Two large curvaceous buttocks. An ideal target!
Tap ... tap ... How the soft flesh quivered. Delicious! She was quaking and clenching with dread.
SSSWEEEEEE ... CCCRRRAAACCCCKKKKKKKK!
The first stroke whiplashed down and Simone, with a shriek, writhed down on to the floor, kicking and twisting.
“Get up... get back...” came Quentin’s menacing voice.
Somehow, Simone clambered up and flung herself back across the desk.
SSSWWWEEEEE ... CCCRRRAAAACCCCKKKKKK!
Another stroke and again Simone writhed down, shrieking. Quentin didn’t mind. He liked seeing her writhing with pain on the floor. What lovely long weals he had raised!
“Up ... up ... and be quick about it!”
Sobbing, Simone struggled up again...and presented her bottom. In fact, it took quite a long time for Quentin to administer those twelve strokes. But Quentin was patient. And he was enjoying himself so much! He studied the twin-tracked weals for a little while.
“Now for that fuck, Simone,” he said.
“Don’t forget to make it a good one.” Then Quentin dropped his trousers and pants ... just like any Head would when he was going to fuck one of his pupils in the privacy of his study. Grunting piggishly, trying to imagine this really was a schoolgirl, he took Simone on the top of the desk. It was soon very evident that she was giving him everything she possibly could to ensure that he got a ‘good’ fuck. Slobbering, groaning, Quentin had to admit to himself that it was a ‘good’ fuck. But, was he going to concede that, or was he going to cane Simone again? The decision was entirely his. As always!
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