Enslaved on an Alien World Ch 02
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Ahmed’s Narrative: It was a nice change to be off the ‘Paradise’ and on leave. Jason and I were flown to Marseille where we were picked up by one of the staff of ‘Maison Jaune’. His name is Hans and he is a brutish-looking German. It was amazing to see Melissa again. The last time had been abroad the ‘Paradise’ when she was still a slave-girl. Now she was the Boss’s wife and Queen of all she surveyed. She seemed to have taken quite naturally to her new status and put her times of servitude behind her. It was just a pity I wouldn’t be able to fuck her, because I had enjoyed doing so very much. A girl of real class with the looks of a top model.
Julia was still there, of course, as naked and submissive as I’d always known her. Another girl out of the top drawer, but now really humbled. I understand that Quentin gave Julia to Melissa as a wedding present. Nice touch that! One of the first things Melissa did after we had settled into ‘Maison Jaune’ was to have Jason and I down in the living room.
There we made the acquaintance of two teenage slaves they own... Heidi, a shapely blonde and Maria, an equally shapely brunette. they looked rather stunned when Jason and I took off our restrainers. Not surprising, of course. They were both made to pay homage by kissing our feet but I reckon they’ll soon be kissing something else.
Then Julia was brought in and Jason and I gave a little performance with her. First of all she sucked me while Jason fucked her; then the roles were reversed. It was delightful to get into her again. She certainly has become most enthusiastically co-operative. Because she must ... or because she couldn’t help it any more? Rather difficult to tell but I certainly got the impression that she was enjoying my extra developed cock. It must have been an eyeopener for the two watching teenagers!
Later on, in the evening, I asked Melissa if the two girls could be sent to our quarters. She was quite happy to give the order. Jason and I were loping about the apartment naked, drinking white wine and smoking a little pot. A relaxing kind of evening. T hen there came a knock at the door.
“Come in!” I called. In the two of them came, stark naked, both as pretty as a picture. Ripe, apple-round tits, deliciously curvaceous young bottoms. Depilated, of course, Both of them fell to their knees at once.
“Which one do you want?” asked Jason politely.
“I’ll have the blonde, name of Heidi, I think. Correct, slave?”
“Yes, Sir,” answered the girl meekly, still with her nose to the f loor. I could see her soft, rounded bottom and her cunt lips in a mirror behind her. She looked a delicious tit-bit but was probably a bit inexperienced.
“Did your Mistress tell you why you have been sent here?” I asked.
“She ... she thought, Sir,” whispered Heidi hesitantly, “that you might want to amuse yourselves with us.”
“She told us we must be on our best behaviour,” added the darkhaired Maria.
“And she said we would be severely punished if we didn’t please you,” added Heidi. That certainly sounded all right.
“Come over here, Heidi,” I ordered. The girl got up and walked towards me, hips swinging seductively. Jason ordered Maria over to him. Heidi, blonde and innocently blue-eyed, stood before me. She just looked innocent, though of course, she no longer was. Hans and Cassim would have been stuffing them regularly, as well as the Boss.
“What do you think of my prick, Heidi?” I enquired.
She blinked and then gulped. “It ... it’s very large, Sir,” she answered.
“Yes, it is, isn’t it?” I said, smiling at her. “Come down on to this couch, girl, and have a feel of it.”
The girl was shivering with nerves but she made herself obey. I don’t think she cared to think of the consequences of not obeying! Heidi slid on to the couch and I felt the soft warmth of her.
My hands went to her firm-round tits and I squeezed gently. Lovely. There’s something special about the young. Her slim white hand moved stealthily and took hold of my cock. It twitched at her touch. I began to swell almost immediately.
“Have you ever handled a cock as big as this before?” I asked.
“N-Noo ... no ... Sir ... not quite as big ...”
“You’ll love it when I get it up you,” I said.
She made no reply but just gasped. Steadily my prick was swelling, then it began to harden and get erect.
“Play with me,” I ordered.
She did so with nervous, gentle movements, almost butterflylike. I ordered her to grip more firmly and she did. I was soon in full erection.
“Take another look, Heidi,” I said.
She did so ... eyes now round and widened, a look of disbelief in them as she gazed at my quivering ramrod of thickly-girthed flesh.
“What do you think?” I asked.
“It ... it ... frightens me, Sir,” she answered, shivering even more.
“No need to be frightened, girl,” I said. “It may hurt just a bit a t f irst at first but it will end up driving you wild. You’ll see. “
“O-Oh ... Sir ...” it was a kind of moan.
I heard the smack of Jason’s hand on Maria’s bottom and saw that he, too, was rampant. He was tossing the girl off with a couple of fingers.
“Now, Heidi,” I went on, “I want you to put this big knob in your mouth. Just the knob, because I don’t think you could manage much more. Then when it’s in, I want you to suck and suck ... just as if it’s a schoolgirl’s lolly. Do you think you can do that?”
Heidi just shuddered and it was my turn to slap a bottom. I gave her a really hard smack on the fullness of her softness and she yelped loudly.
“Answer, slave,” I ordered. “Unless you’d like to feel a strap across your bottom.”
“I ...”‘m sorry, Sir ... yes ... I think I can do that ...”
“Then do it!” My lust was rising fast as the girl’s blonde head bent and I felt my knob slipping between the wet-warm lips. Delicious! With a little moan she took in the whole knob and then I felt the gentle suction.
“Stronger,” I urged and the girl sucked harder. Looking across at Jason, I saw he was already fucking Maria. Her face was buried in a pile of cushions and her hindquarters were high in the air. Jason wasn’t sparing her and peculiar muffled sounds were coming from the cushions.
Heidi sucked my knob for two or three minutes and I found it very restful and satisfying. But my lust was mounting all the time. I wanted that young cunt. I decided to use different tactics to Jason and after I had pulled her head up and off me, I lay back on the bunk.
“You will ride me, girl,” I said. “Think yourself lucky, you’ll be able to take me in at your own pace.”
She didn’t seem to feel very lucky as her white haunches arched up over my coal-black flesh ... flesh which gleamed in the lamplight.
I wondered momentarily if the girl felt an aversion to niggers. Too bad if she did! The haunches came slowly down and she positioned herself, holding the root of my cock as a guide-post. She had obviously done this before. Then I felt the delicious soft-melting sex-lips. Divine! My knob slipped in as she lowered herself fractionally. Even more divine!
The temptation to pull her right down was strong but I resisted it. I wanted this little beauty to do all the work. I simply placed my hands lightly on her rounded buttock cheeks.
Slowly ... slowly ... she lowered herself, uttering little gasps as she did so. She was still shivering with nerves and tension. She got about half of me into her and stopped.
“Oh, it’s so big,” she half groaned. “I’m sure I can’t t-take it all ...”
“Can’t?” I queried, slapping a buttock cheek. “That’s not a word in a slave’s vocabulary. Get it up you, girl!”
She lowered a little more. She felt so tight ... so warmly ... silky soft ... it was sheer Heaven.
“Ooooorrrr .... aaaaarrrrr ... aarr ...” she groaned softly. Though I was in a hurry, I still left her to her own devices. Inch by inch she lowered herself and I could feel her being stretched as she approached my solid root.
Lovely ... lovely ... lovely!
Fraction by fraction she came down until with about 4 or 5cms to go she made a sudden final lunge, crying out as she did so. I was up her right to the hilt!
I savoured the feel of her. It was superb. So clinging tight, so meltingly soft. Only sixteen, I thought, what a little darling!
“Ride, girl,” I ordered. Shuddering, she raised herself up. Up ... up ... up until just my knob was in her. There she remained poised for several moments before descending again. And, this time, her descent was far faster than the first time. In fact, she slid down in one single movement, crying out loudly as she did so. A short pause, then she rose up again.
Up ... up ... up ... then poising again ... then down.
Divine sensation!
From across the room, I heard Jason groaning and slobbering to his climax and gasping, muffled wailing sounds were coming from Maria. It roused me further.
“Faster, girl,” I ordered.
“Y-Yesss ... S-Sir ...” she gasped.
As she rose up I saw the flesh of her soft thighs quivering uncontrollably. Then, immediately she reached the peak, she lunged down again.
Then, at once, up again.
Down again ...
Up again ...
She was really beginning to ride!
“Haaahhhhh ... aaahhh ... ooohh ... it’s so big. ..” she moaned. But now the moan was more of pleasure than of pain.
I patted her warm, soft bottom. “Good girl,” I said approvingly, “keep increasing the pace.”
Her naked breasts bounced up and down before me as she did just that. Her mouth was open in a wide slit and she was breathing fast. I saw a fleck of saliva on her lips. She was beginning to move beautifully. It was just what I wanted.
“Haaarrrr ... haaarrr ... hhhaaarrr ... “ she panted. I could see and hear my outsize cock was beginning to do great things to her. “Hhooooorr ... hooooorrr ... hhoooooorrrrrr.” She was beginning to bounce up and down almost wildly.
“Go for it, girl,” I encouraged.
“Eeeghhh ... eeegh ... eeeggh!” she squealed, her bottom squirming beautifully as she undulated up and down, even faster.
“Come, my little beauty ... come then ...” I said. she did just that, pounding away uncontrollably on my ramrod, an absolute hot jelly of young lust. I think she thought I was going to climax, too, but I was not yet done. My cock, bone-hard, remained rammed in her seething hot depths.
“Keep riding,” I said. She looked surprised, amazed even, and was obviously savouring the massive feel of me. She made little squirming movements, around and around.
“Oh, yes ... oh yes ... Sir ...” she cried out, “let me ride!”
Her two small white hands pressed to my black shoulders and she began to pound up and down again with amazing enthusiasm. I had obviously really got her going and she was loving it.
Loving it! And I was loving it too. Too much.
I held out for about another minute enjoying the exquisite sensations, then just as she was climaxing a second time, I let go and fountained into her. Her head went back, her tits stuck out above me and she uttered an uninhibited howl of pleasure. Then she slumped down on to my heaving chest and lay still, but breathing deeply. It was the brute conquering the beauty.Most satisfying. Most gratifying. I heard Jason clapping his hands.
“She sounds good, man,” he said.
“She is,” I agreed. “A lovely little fuck. As you’ll find out later.”
While Jason and I rested, the girls took a shower then scampered about serving us drinks and lighting our cigarettes. I allowed Heidi to smoke one of my joints and it seemed to make her most happy. Obviously not many men had been kind to her recently. I also allowed her to drink some wine, which relaxed her even further.
“Jason’s cock is as good as mine,” I informed her,” Are you looking forward to it?”
“Oh, yes, Sir,” she replied and sounded perfectly genuine.
Half an hour later, she was riding Jason just as she had ridden me and, by the sound of it, was thoroughly enjoying herself. Honestly, I don’t know why slave-girls hold out so long and so obstinately against **** and cock-sucking because, once they submit - once they let themselves become abandoned - they seem to enjoy themselves.
Yes, women are strange creatures; perhaps it’s their modesty which holds them back initially.
After I’d fucked Maria (who was just as good as Heidi) I had a rest and then considered fucking Heidi again. I considered it so seriously that soon I found myself doing it. I made her kneel on a cushion on the floor and fucked her doggie-fashion. Most, most enjoyable. She certainly is a hot little number when she gets going. Wriggles like an eel and gives everything she can. I decided to commend Hans and Cassim, and possibly Melissa, for their training.
Their methods have certainly produced two most excellent slavegirls. After they had been dismissed, both Jason and I had a couple of hours sleep. I think you could say we had earned it.
That evening the Boss told Jason and I that, on the morrow, he was giving his new French slave girl, Simone, to us.
“I want you to have all the fun you want,” he said, “and I shall be watching. Toss for who has her first.”
Jason won, but I didn’t mind. There was no hurry. Later on I was strolling past the living room when I heard a familiar sound. It was that of leather on flesh, followed by breathless gasps.
Looking in, I saw Julia with her arse raised high and her nose to the floor. It was Melissa who was doing the strapping, in a rather perfunctory sort of way. There were already some dozen or so swathes across that delightful bottom.
“Julia been a naughty girl?” I enquired.
“Thought she looked a bit resentful when I told her I was putting her on the treadmill for an hour,” replied Melissa. “Sulky, you might say. She often used to look like that ... and I’m not having it. Take over, Ahmed, would you. I’m a bit bushed.”
She handed me the strap. It was a nasty looking one ... 50cms long, 10 cms wide (slit in half for the last 18cms) and a cm. thick. No wonder Julia’s bottom was already looking a nice rosy red!
“Thanks,” I said, running the oiled leather over my palm. “How many?”
“Oh, about another dozen,” said Melissa calmly. She might have been ordering a bunch of roses. Julia’s soft, rounded nates clenched.
I gave her a good belt across her right cheek, then another across her left. She yelped at each, her head jerking up and back. Obviously I was laying it on harder than Melissa had done. I must say that Julia has guts because she kept her bottom up and well presented even though I was really whaling into her. Naturally she had an incentive to do so for Melissa was quite capable of ordering some even more unpleasant punishment if she failed to do so.
Tthhhwwaaaacccckkk!
Tthhhwwwaaacccckkk!
Left and right. Four more to go.
Tthhhwwaaacccckkkk!
Tthhhwwaaccccckkkk!
There’s nothing quite like laying leather on a girl’s squirming naked bottom. It makes such a lovely sound.
Ttthhhwwwwaaaaccccccckk!
Tthhhhwwwwaaaaccccccckk!
Julia remained with her arse in the air, shuddering and sobbing through clenched teeth. I could sense her bitterness at being so soundly strapped for virtually no offence at all. But she was Melissa’s personal slave and Melissa could do just as she wished.
“One more,” said Melissa.
I laid over with both cheeks with all the force I could command. Which is considerable!
TTTHHHHWWWWAAAAAACCCCCCCCKKKKK!
A pitiful howl erupted from Julia and she writhed right down on to the floor before quickly forcing her hindquarters up again.
“Thank you, Ahmed,” said Melissa who was now seated in a low armchair smoking a joint.
Julia’s bottom was a mass of red-purpling swathes.
“Would you mind taking her along to the treadmills for me. She is to go on for an hour and complete five hundred turns. You have my permission to cane her if she fails. One stroke for every failed turn.”
“Whatever you say, Melissa,” I said and handed her back the strap. She stroked it’s length rather lovingly ... knowing full well just what havoc it had been wreaking in the last minute or so. It suddenly occurred to me that I had laid a strap often enough on Melissa’s own bare bottom in the past. What a changed situation now!
“Up, Julia!” I ordered. The lovely girl got to her feet, wincing and gasping but immediately fell on her knees before Melissa.
“Th-Thank you ... you ... or correcting m-me ... Mistress ...” she choked out.
Melissa simply smiled thinly. “Take her away, Ahmed,” she said.
I bent down and clasped Julia round her waist. Then I tucked her under one arm and set off for the room where the treadmills were housed. The girl was still sobbing, which was hardly surprising in view of what had happened and what was now in store. Though she had been trained and tormented into total submission, it was obviously Melissa’s policy to maintain the strictest discipline over her slave.
Either because she wished total submission to be maintained or, simply because she enjoyed doing so. I re-entered the treadmill room and stood Julia on her feet. She looked despairingly at the two machines which stood side by side. By now she would be very familiar with these muscle-straining, back-breaking devices. I stood her on the lower step of the left hand one.
“Raise both arms,” I ordered. She obeyed instantly and I fastened her wrists into two waiting steel manacles. Then I couldn’t resist fondling her breasts for a few moments. They really are beauties. She didn’t recoil but, if anything, thrust them at me. The sign of a fully-trained slave girl. I hung a cane from the beam in which the turn indicator was set.
“I hope I don’t have to use this, I said,” I said, “but you know, if I have to I will. And it will be very painful with your bottom as tender as it now is. Maximum effort, girl!”
I flipped the switch which released the big wooden steps and Julia immediately mounted the first one. Then the second, third and forth. Slowly the treadmill turned, with Julia’s reddened bottom swinging from side to side and the soft flesh of her thighs trembling. After twelve steps, the turn indicator clicked to 499. It could not have made very happy reading for Julia!
I turned and left her to her unrelenting toil. Having rolled myself a joint, I took a stroll in the grounds. It was a warm, summery night. The ornate clock on the West Tower of ‘Maison Jaune’ stood at 7.20. Julia had gone on the treadmill at 7.15. I made a mental note to be sure I was back at 8.15.
After a little while, I ran into Hans, the German, who was also taking a stroll. I took the opportunity to congratulate him on the condition of both Heidi and Maria.
“You’ve produced a couple of excellent sex-slaves there,” I said.
“Thank you,” he replied courteously. “There certainly has been an improvement since they were first in servitude.”
“So I would imagine...”
“Being so young they were very reluctant at first. They had to have some really merciless thrashings, birchings and whippings before they could force themselves to submit and obey.”
“The funny thing is,” I said, “they now seem to enjoy being fucked, not to mention sucking.”
“Oh, you found that, did you? Yes, they both like having a big cock up them nowadays. Have you had that Simone yet?”
“No ... I think I’m due tomorrow,” I replied.
“You’ll enjoy her, particularly as she dislikes blacks. She resists at f irst and is most reluctant, but when you’ve worked her up she’s as hot as those k**s. Superb big tits and a very good arse.”
“Sounds interesting,” I said, with a grin. “Where are the two k**s now?”
“Waiting on the Master and Mistress,” he said.
“Julia, too, I think.”
“No,” I replied, “Melissa had her put on the treadmill.”
“Poor dear,” said Hans in an unsympathetic tone. We went into the pantry and helped ourselves to a bottle of wine apiece. There I regaled him with tales of life aboard the ‘Paradise’.
Hans seemed most intrigued and said he would ask the boss if he could do a tour on board.
“I simply love dealing with fresh material,” he said.
“Yes, it is rather special,” I agreed. “Best of all, giving a girl a really good first strapping or caning. God, how they yell ... how they plead!”
“Beautiful music,” I agreed. I glanced at a clock. It was 8.10.
“I’ll have to be going,” I said.
“Julia?” he enquired.
“Julia,” I replied.
“Good luck,” said Hans. “You might have the pleasure of caning her until she’s senseless.”
However, we were wrong about that. When I returned to the treadmill room, Julia was still at work. The turn indicator stood at twelve and there were still two minutes to go. She took a look at it and strove to put on a final spurt. Her agonised, aching limbs were trembling incessantly. Every muscle must have felt as if it were on f ire and she was wet with sweat and tears. Her breasts, belly, back and buttocks looked as if she had just emerged from a swimming pool. She was panting, gasping and grunting...obviously almost at the end of her tether. Only an experienced slave would have been able to put in the unstinting effort she had. I unhooked the cane from the beam, ‘Click’ went the indicator, down to eleven.
Bottom rolling, Julia climbed and climbed. The effort she put in was quite amazing. Oh, the power of pain! ‘Click’. Down to ten.
One minute to go. I looked upon that rolling bottom as I flexed the rod. It would be a great pleasure to cane it again. ‘Click’. Down to nine. A little over half a minute to go.
“Uuuuuggghhh ... hhhhuuuuughhh ... uuuuuughhhhhh ...” Julia screamed and panted.
‘Click’. Down to eight and time was up.
“A good effort, Julia,” I said, “but not quite good enough!”
And, with that, I laid eight whiplashing strokes of the cane across her sweating, writhing bottom. She screamed hoarsely, as each one bit, hanging helplessly from the steel manacles. The twin-tracked weals were purple over the red. I wondered how many strokes she could have possibly endured, in her exhausted state, before falling senseless. When I had finished, she just hung there, swaying a little from side to side, her arm muscles pulled taut, groaning helplessly.
When I released her she slumped down on her knees on the treadmill. The temptation was too great to resist. I simply love having a woman when she is totally weak and totally helpless. I took off my restrainer and was almost immediately in full erection. Caning that shapely bottom had naturally roused me. I knelt down behind Julia, pulled her up by her flanks and parted her thighs.
“Here comes that black cock you know so well, Julia,” I said. Then, without further ado, I rammed brutally into her and proceeded to fuck the arse off her!
Julia was still there, of course, as naked and submissive as I’d always known her. Another girl out of the top drawer, but now really humbled. I understand that Quentin gave Julia to Melissa as a wedding present. Nice touch that! One of the first things Melissa did after we had settled into ‘Maison Jaune’ was to have Jason and I down in the living room.
There we made the acquaintance of two teenage slaves they own... Heidi, a shapely blonde and Maria, an equally shapely brunette. they looked rather stunned when Jason and I took off our restrainers. Not surprising, of course. They were both made to pay homage by kissing our feet but I reckon they’ll soon be kissing something else.
Then Julia was brought in and Jason and I gave a little performance with her. First of all she sucked me while Jason fucked her; then the roles were reversed. It was delightful to get into her again. She certainly has become most enthusiastically co-operative. Because she must ... or because she couldn’t help it any more? Rather difficult to tell but I certainly got the impression that she was enjoying my extra developed cock. It must have been an eyeopener for the two watching teenagers!
Later on, in the evening, I asked Melissa if the two girls could be sent to our quarters. She was quite happy to give the order. Jason and I were loping about the apartment naked, drinking white wine and smoking a little pot. A relaxing kind of evening. T hen there came a knock at the door.
“Come in!” I called. In the two of them came, stark naked, both as pretty as a picture. Ripe, apple-round tits, deliciously curvaceous young bottoms. Depilated, of course, Both of them fell to their knees at once.
“Which one do you want?” asked Jason politely.
“I’ll have the blonde, name of Heidi, I think. Correct, slave?”
“Yes, Sir,” answered the girl meekly, still with her nose to the f loor. I could see her soft, rounded bottom and her cunt lips in a mirror behind her. She looked a delicious tit-bit but was probably a bit inexperienced.
“Did your Mistress tell you why you have been sent here?” I asked.
“She ... she thought, Sir,” whispered Heidi hesitantly, “that you might want to amuse yourselves with us.”
“She told us we must be on our best behaviour,” added the darkhaired Maria.
“And she said we would be severely punished if we didn’t please you,” added Heidi. That certainly sounded all right.
“Come over here, Heidi,” I ordered. The girl got up and walked towards me, hips swinging seductively. Jason ordered Maria over to him. Heidi, blonde and innocently blue-eyed, stood before me. She just looked innocent, though of course, she no longer was. Hans and Cassim would have been stuffing them regularly, as well as the Boss.
“What do you think of my prick, Heidi?” I enquired.
She blinked and then gulped. “It ... it’s very large, Sir,” she answered.
“Yes, it is, isn’t it?” I said, smiling at her. “Come down on to this couch, girl, and have a feel of it.”
The girl was shivering with nerves but she made herself obey. I don’t think she cared to think of the consequences of not obeying! Heidi slid on to the couch and I felt the soft warmth of her.
My hands went to her firm-round tits and I squeezed gently. Lovely. There’s something special about the young. Her slim white hand moved stealthily and took hold of my cock. It twitched at her touch. I began to swell almost immediately.
“Have you ever handled a cock as big as this before?” I asked.
“N-Noo ... no ... Sir ... not quite as big ...”
“You’ll love it when I get it up you,” I said.
She made no reply but just gasped. Steadily my prick was swelling, then it began to harden and get erect.
“Play with me,” I ordered.
She did so with nervous, gentle movements, almost butterflylike. I ordered her to grip more firmly and she did. I was soon in full erection.
“Take another look, Heidi,” I said.
She did so ... eyes now round and widened, a look of disbelief in them as she gazed at my quivering ramrod of thickly-girthed flesh.
“What do you think?” I asked.
“It ... it ... frightens me, Sir,” she answered, shivering even more.
“No need to be frightened, girl,” I said. “It may hurt just a bit a t f irst at first but it will end up driving you wild. You’ll see. “
“O-Oh ... Sir ...” it was a kind of moan.
I heard the smack of Jason’s hand on Maria’s bottom and saw that he, too, was rampant. He was tossing the girl off with a couple of fingers.
“Now, Heidi,” I went on, “I want you to put this big knob in your mouth. Just the knob, because I don’t think you could manage much more. Then when it’s in, I want you to suck and suck ... just as if it’s a schoolgirl’s lolly. Do you think you can do that?”
Heidi just shuddered and it was my turn to slap a bottom. I gave her a really hard smack on the fullness of her softness and she yelped loudly.
“Answer, slave,” I ordered. “Unless you’d like to feel a strap across your bottom.”
“I ...”‘m sorry, Sir ... yes ... I think I can do that ...”
“Then do it!” My lust was rising fast as the girl’s blonde head bent and I felt my knob slipping between the wet-warm lips. Delicious! With a little moan she took in the whole knob and then I felt the gentle suction.
“Stronger,” I urged and the girl sucked harder. Looking across at Jason, I saw he was already fucking Maria. Her face was buried in a pile of cushions and her hindquarters were high in the air. Jason wasn’t sparing her and peculiar muffled sounds were coming from the cushions.
Heidi sucked my knob for two or three minutes and I found it very restful and satisfying. But my lust was mounting all the time. I wanted that young cunt. I decided to use different tactics to Jason and after I had pulled her head up and off me, I lay back on the bunk.
“You will ride me, girl,” I said. “Think yourself lucky, you’ll be able to take me in at your own pace.”
She didn’t seem to feel very lucky as her white haunches arched up over my coal-black flesh ... flesh which gleamed in the lamplight.
I wondered momentarily if the girl felt an aversion to niggers. Too bad if she did! The haunches came slowly down and she positioned herself, holding the root of my cock as a guide-post. She had obviously done this before. Then I felt the delicious soft-melting sex-lips. Divine! My knob slipped in as she lowered herself fractionally. Even more divine!
The temptation to pull her right down was strong but I resisted it. I wanted this little beauty to do all the work. I simply placed my hands lightly on her rounded buttock cheeks.
Slowly ... slowly ... she lowered herself, uttering little gasps as she did so. She was still shivering with nerves and tension. She got about half of me into her and stopped.
“Oh, it’s so big,” she half groaned. “I’m sure I can’t t-take it all ...”
“Can’t?” I queried, slapping a buttock cheek. “That’s not a word in a slave’s vocabulary. Get it up you, girl!”
She lowered a little more. She felt so tight ... so warmly ... silky soft ... it was sheer Heaven.
“Ooooorrrr .... aaaaarrrrr ... aarr ...” she groaned softly. Though I was in a hurry, I still left her to her own devices. Inch by inch she lowered herself and I could feel her being stretched as she approached my solid root.
Lovely ... lovely ... lovely!
Fraction by fraction she came down until with about 4 or 5cms to go she made a sudden final lunge, crying out as she did so. I was up her right to the hilt!
I savoured the feel of her. It was superb. So clinging tight, so meltingly soft. Only sixteen, I thought, what a little darling!
“Ride, girl,” I ordered. Shuddering, she raised herself up. Up ... up ... up until just my knob was in her. There she remained poised for several moments before descending again. And, this time, her descent was far faster than the first time. In fact, she slid down in one single movement, crying out loudly as she did so. A short pause, then she rose up again.
Up ... up ... up ... then poising again ... then down.
Divine sensation!
From across the room, I heard Jason groaning and slobbering to his climax and gasping, muffled wailing sounds were coming from Maria. It roused me further.
“Faster, girl,” I ordered.
“Y-Yesss ... S-Sir ...” she gasped.
As she rose up I saw the flesh of her soft thighs quivering uncontrollably. Then, immediately she reached the peak, she lunged down again.
Then, at once, up again.
Down again ...
Up again ...
She was really beginning to ride!
“Haaahhhhh ... aaahhh ... ooohh ... it’s so big. ..” she moaned. But now the moan was more of pleasure than of pain.
I patted her warm, soft bottom. “Good girl,” I said approvingly, “keep increasing the pace.”
Her naked breasts bounced up and down before me as she did just that. Her mouth was open in a wide slit and she was breathing fast. I saw a fleck of saliva on her lips. She was beginning to move beautifully. It was just what I wanted.
“Haaarrrr ... haaarrr ... hhhaaarrr ... “ she panted. I could see and hear my outsize cock was beginning to do great things to her. “Hhooooorr ... hooooorrr ... hhoooooorrrrrr.” She was beginning to bounce up and down almost wildly.
“Go for it, girl,” I encouraged.
“Eeeghhh ... eeegh ... eeeggh!” she squealed, her bottom squirming beautifully as she undulated up and down, even faster.
“Come, my little beauty ... come then ...” I said. she did just that, pounding away uncontrollably on my ramrod, an absolute hot jelly of young lust. I think she thought I was going to climax, too, but I was not yet done. My cock, bone-hard, remained rammed in her seething hot depths.
“Keep riding,” I said. She looked surprised, amazed even, and was obviously savouring the massive feel of me. She made little squirming movements, around and around.
“Oh, yes ... oh yes ... Sir ...” she cried out, “let me ride!”
Her two small white hands pressed to my black shoulders and she began to pound up and down again with amazing enthusiasm. I had obviously really got her going and she was loving it.
Loving it! And I was loving it too. Too much.
I held out for about another minute enjoying the exquisite sensations, then just as she was climaxing a second time, I let go and fountained into her. Her head went back, her tits stuck out above me and she uttered an uninhibited howl of pleasure. Then she slumped down on to my heaving chest and lay still, but breathing deeply. It was the brute conquering the beauty.Most satisfying. Most gratifying. I heard Jason clapping his hands.
“She sounds good, man,” he said.
“She is,” I agreed. “A lovely little fuck. As you’ll find out later.”
While Jason and I rested, the girls took a shower then scampered about serving us drinks and lighting our cigarettes. I allowed Heidi to smoke one of my joints and it seemed to make her most happy. Obviously not many men had been kind to her recently. I also allowed her to drink some wine, which relaxed her even further.
“Jason’s cock is as good as mine,” I informed her,” Are you looking forward to it?”
“Oh, yes, Sir,” she replied and sounded perfectly genuine.
Half an hour later, she was riding Jason just as she had ridden me and, by the sound of it, was thoroughly enjoying herself. Honestly, I don’t know why slave-girls hold out so long and so obstinately against **** and cock-sucking because, once they submit - once they let themselves become abandoned - they seem to enjoy themselves.
Yes, women are strange creatures; perhaps it’s their modesty which holds them back initially.
After I’d fucked Maria (who was just as good as Heidi) I had a rest and then considered fucking Heidi again. I considered it so seriously that soon I found myself doing it. I made her kneel on a cushion on the floor and fucked her doggie-fashion. Most, most enjoyable. She certainly is a hot little number when she gets going. Wriggles like an eel and gives everything she can. I decided to commend Hans and Cassim, and possibly Melissa, for their training.
Their methods have certainly produced two most excellent slavegirls. After they had been dismissed, both Jason and I had a couple of hours sleep. I think you could say we had earned it.
That evening the Boss told Jason and I that, on the morrow, he was giving his new French slave girl, Simone, to us.
“I want you to have all the fun you want,” he said, “and I shall be watching. Toss for who has her first.”
Jason won, but I didn’t mind. There was no hurry. Later on I was strolling past the living room when I heard a familiar sound. It was that of leather on flesh, followed by breathless gasps.
Looking in, I saw Julia with her arse raised high and her nose to the floor. It was Melissa who was doing the strapping, in a rather perfunctory sort of way. There were already some dozen or so swathes across that delightful bottom.
“Julia been a naughty girl?” I enquired.
“Thought she looked a bit resentful when I told her I was putting her on the treadmill for an hour,” replied Melissa. “Sulky, you might say. She often used to look like that ... and I’m not having it. Take over, Ahmed, would you. I’m a bit bushed.”
She handed me the strap. It was a nasty looking one ... 50cms long, 10 cms wide (slit in half for the last 18cms) and a cm. thick. No wonder Julia’s bottom was already looking a nice rosy red!
“Thanks,” I said, running the oiled leather over my palm. “How many?”
“Oh, about another dozen,” said Melissa calmly. She might have been ordering a bunch of roses. Julia’s soft, rounded nates clenched.
I gave her a good belt across her right cheek, then another across her left. She yelped at each, her head jerking up and back. Obviously I was laying it on harder than Melissa had done. I must say that Julia has guts because she kept her bottom up and well presented even though I was really whaling into her. Naturally she had an incentive to do so for Melissa was quite capable of ordering some even more unpleasant punishment if she failed to do so.
Tthhhwwaaaacccckkk!
Tthhhwwwaaacccckkk!
Left and right. Four more to go.
Tthhhwwaaacccckkkk!
Tthhhwwaaccccckkkk!
There’s nothing quite like laying leather on a girl’s squirming naked bottom. It makes such a lovely sound.
Ttthhhwwwwaaaaccccccckk!
Tthhhhwwwwaaaaccccccckk!
Julia remained with her arse in the air, shuddering and sobbing through clenched teeth. I could sense her bitterness at being so soundly strapped for virtually no offence at all. But she was Melissa’s personal slave and Melissa could do just as she wished.
“One more,” said Melissa.
I laid over with both cheeks with all the force I could command. Which is considerable!
TTTHHHHWWWWAAAAAACCCCCCCCKKKKK!
A pitiful howl erupted from Julia and she writhed right down on to the floor before quickly forcing her hindquarters up again.
“Thank you, Ahmed,” said Melissa who was now seated in a low armchair smoking a joint.
Julia’s bottom was a mass of red-purpling swathes.
“Would you mind taking her along to the treadmills for me. She is to go on for an hour and complete five hundred turns. You have my permission to cane her if she fails. One stroke for every failed turn.”
“Whatever you say, Melissa,” I said and handed her back the strap. She stroked it’s length rather lovingly ... knowing full well just what havoc it had been wreaking in the last minute or so. It suddenly occurred to me that I had laid a strap often enough on Melissa’s own bare bottom in the past. What a changed situation now!
“Up, Julia!” I ordered. The lovely girl got to her feet, wincing and gasping but immediately fell on her knees before Melissa.
“Th-Thank you ... you ... or correcting m-me ... Mistress ...” she choked out.
Melissa simply smiled thinly. “Take her away, Ahmed,” she said.
I bent down and clasped Julia round her waist. Then I tucked her under one arm and set off for the room where the treadmills were housed. The girl was still sobbing, which was hardly surprising in view of what had happened and what was now in store. Though she had been trained and tormented into total submission, it was obviously Melissa’s policy to maintain the strictest discipline over her slave.
Either because she wished total submission to be maintained or, simply because she enjoyed doing so. I re-entered the treadmill room and stood Julia on her feet. She looked despairingly at the two machines which stood side by side. By now she would be very familiar with these muscle-straining, back-breaking devices. I stood her on the lower step of the left hand one.
“Raise both arms,” I ordered. She obeyed instantly and I fastened her wrists into two waiting steel manacles. Then I couldn’t resist fondling her breasts for a few moments. They really are beauties. She didn’t recoil but, if anything, thrust them at me. The sign of a fully-trained slave girl. I hung a cane from the beam in which the turn indicator was set.
“I hope I don’t have to use this, I said,” I said, “but you know, if I have to I will. And it will be very painful with your bottom as tender as it now is. Maximum effort, girl!”
I flipped the switch which released the big wooden steps and Julia immediately mounted the first one. Then the second, third and forth. Slowly the treadmill turned, with Julia’s reddened bottom swinging from side to side and the soft flesh of her thighs trembling. After twelve steps, the turn indicator clicked to 499. It could not have made very happy reading for Julia!
I turned and left her to her unrelenting toil. Having rolled myself a joint, I took a stroll in the grounds. It was a warm, summery night. The ornate clock on the West Tower of ‘Maison Jaune’ stood at 7.20. Julia had gone on the treadmill at 7.15. I made a mental note to be sure I was back at 8.15.
After a little while, I ran into Hans, the German, who was also taking a stroll. I took the opportunity to congratulate him on the condition of both Heidi and Maria.
“You’ve produced a couple of excellent sex-slaves there,” I said.
“Thank you,” he replied courteously. “There certainly has been an improvement since they were first in servitude.”
“So I would imagine...”
“Being so young they were very reluctant at first. They had to have some really merciless thrashings, birchings and whippings before they could force themselves to submit and obey.”
“The funny thing is,” I said, “they now seem to enjoy being fucked, not to mention sucking.”
“Oh, you found that, did you? Yes, they both like having a big cock up them nowadays. Have you had that Simone yet?”
“No ... I think I’m due tomorrow,” I replied.
“You’ll enjoy her, particularly as she dislikes blacks. She resists at f irst and is most reluctant, but when you’ve worked her up she’s as hot as those k**s. Superb big tits and a very good arse.”
“Sounds interesting,” I said, with a grin. “Where are the two k**s now?”
“Waiting on the Master and Mistress,” he said.
“Julia, too, I think.”
“No,” I replied, “Melissa had her put on the treadmill.”
“Poor dear,” said Hans in an unsympathetic tone. We went into the pantry and helped ourselves to a bottle of wine apiece. There I regaled him with tales of life aboard the ‘Paradise’.
Hans seemed most intrigued and said he would ask the boss if he could do a tour on board.
“I simply love dealing with fresh material,” he said.
“Yes, it is rather special,” I agreed. “Best of all, giving a girl a really good first strapping or caning. God, how they yell ... how they plead!”
“Beautiful music,” I agreed. I glanced at a clock. It was 8.10.
“I’ll have to be going,” I said.
“Julia?” he enquired.
“Julia,” I replied.
“Good luck,” said Hans. “You might have the pleasure of caning her until she’s senseless.”
However, we were wrong about that. When I returned to the treadmill room, Julia was still at work. The turn indicator stood at twelve and there were still two minutes to go. She took a look at it and strove to put on a final spurt. Her agonised, aching limbs were trembling incessantly. Every muscle must have felt as if it were on f ire and she was wet with sweat and tears. Her breasts, belly, back and buttocks looked as if she had just emerged from a swimming pool. She was panting, gasping and grunting...obviously almost at the end of her tether. Only an experienced slave would have been able to put in the unstinting effort she had. I unhooked the cane from the beam, ‘Click’ went the indicator, down to eleven.
Bottom rolling, Julia climbed and climbed. The effort she put in was quite amazing. Oh, the power of pain! ‘Click’. Down to ten.
One minute to go. I looked upon that rolling bottom as I flexed the rod. It would be a great pleasure to cane it again. ‘Click’. Down to nine. A little over half a minute to go.
“Uuuuuggghhh ... hhhhuuuuughhh ... uuuuuughhhhhh ...” Julia screamed and panted.
‘Click’. Down to eight and time was up.
“A good effort, Julia,” I said, “but not quite good enough!”
And, with that, I laid eight whiplashing strokes of the cane across her sweating, writhing bottom. She screamed hoarsely, as each one bit, hanging helplessly from the steel manacles. The twin-tracked weals were purple over the red. I wondered how many strokes she could have possibly endured, in her exhausted state, before falling senseless. When I had finished, she just hung there, swaying a little from side to side, her arm muscles pulled taut, groaning helplessly.
When I released her she slumped down on her knees on the treadmill. The temptation was too great to resist. I simply love having a woman when she is totally weak and totally helpless. I took off my restrainer and was almost immediately in full erection. Caning that shapely bottom had naturally roused me. I knelt down behind Julia, pulled her up by her flanks and parted her thighs.
“Here comes that black cock you know so well, Julia,” I said. Then, without further ado, I rammed brutally into her and proceeded to fuck the arse off her!
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