Enslaved on an Alien World Ch 02
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When Quentin returned to the main room of the Maison Jaune, Julia was still in action.
“This is a repeat performance, but with positions reversed,” announced Melissa. Quentin surveyed the scene, familiar enough.
“She doesn’t seem to have lost any of her skills,” he said. “Look at that arse work.”
“Yes, just look at it,” laughed Melissa. At that moment, under Ahmed’s relentless driving, Julia was right out of control. Jason’s cock escaped her mouth momentarily as she squealed her sexual delight.
“Do you remember,” went on Melissa, “how she used to pretend she didn’t like being fucked?”
“I sure do,” smiled Quentin, “She used to have to be thrashed before she’d even open her legs. But you can see she really loves it. Go, girl, go!”
Julia could hear this banter but was more or less oblivious to it. These days she managed to get herself lost in lustful sex and nothing else mattered. The days of shame at her abandonment were more or less over. She had accepted her fate. The fate of being fucked, not on her own volition, but at the bidding of others. The trio, black and white, cavorted and writhed to mutual climaxes. The room was filled with gasps and groans. Slowly the palpitating, sweating flesh subsided into stillness and heavy breathing.
Ahmed withdrew and his black hand gave Julia’s quivering bottom a hearty slap. “Good girl,” he said. “I’ll have some more of that later.”
Julia lay, head to one side on the floor, eyes a little glazed. “Yes, Sir, thank you, Sir,” she said.
Melissa smiled. It had been a good re-introduction. “Anything you want?” asked Melissa of Quentin.
“A very large gin and tonic,” he said. A snap of the fingers and Heidi and Maria were instantly scurrying around to serve their Master. Julia crawled weakly to one side of the room and lay there. Her eyes closed. She still seemed to feel those massive cocks pounding into her. A little later she went sent to ‘get cleaned up’.
“I think,” said Quentin, “they could have Heidi and Maria tomorrow.”
“Why not?” agreed Melissa. “What about Simone?”
“Oh, I shall introduce them to her personally,” said Quentin.
“Just as you wish.” Melissa was vaguely disappointed.
“Yes, that’s what I’d like,” said Quentin. “Oh, by the way, that Frenchman, Jacques Tarot, has asked me on to his yacht for a few days. Like to come along?”
“I don’t think so,” said Melissa. she had rather gone off of yachts ever since the ‘Paradise’. “You go ... have a few days’ break and come back, fighting fit. Or should that be fucking fit?”
They both laughed and the moment of tension eased. That night, Quentin fucked Melissa and did so with a certain amount of brutality... more like a Master than a slave. But Melissa didn’t mind. She felt sure in her wifely status. Afterwards, when Quentin was snoring gently and peacefully, she wondered if Ahmed and Jason were having another go at Julia. She wouldn’t be at all surprised. They hadn’t seen that ripe young beauty for some time and the degree of co-operation with which she now performed, was quite something. It looked as if she now actually enjoyed being ****d. Perhaps she did. Such were the depths of her servitude, she had made herself change. Melissa thought of the old saying; ‘If **** is inevitable, lie back and enjoy it.’ And repeated **** was certainly inevitable in Julia’s case. Melissa’s last thoughts were that, if it seemed Julia was enjoying fucking too much, she would have to be caned before, after or even while she was doing it. A slave could not be permitted unalloyed pleasure!
The following morning, Quentin went down to the ‘Playroom’ where Simone was caged. Through the bars, it seemed to him that she was sleeping, her back and sumptuous bottom turned to him. A delightful sight. Simone did not wake when Quentin entered but a stinging slap across her upper buttock brought her quickly back to the land of the living. With a startled cry, she got on to her knees and thrust her hindquarters high and parted her thighs. It was the obligatory posture when Quentin entered.
“Good morning, slave,” he said jovially. “I trust you slept well?”
“Y-yes, Master...”
“Because you’ve got a busy day ahead of you. Did I tell you that two of Madam Vesta’s Overseers arrived from the ‘Paradise’? They’ll be staying for a few days.”
“Y-you didn’t tell me, Master ...”
“Well, I’m telling you now. They’re both big, muscular boys, each with about the biggest cocks you’re likely to have seen. What’s more, my slave, both of them are coloured. Jason is a dusky brown, Ahmed is coal black.”
Quentin saw Simone’s violent shudder and it confirmed what he had already guessed. Her anathema to coloureds. Good!
“And both of them like white flesh ... of which you have an ample amount. Have you anything to say, slave?”
“N-no, Master ...” It was no more than a whisper.
SSSMMMAAACCCKKK!
Another stinging slap on the other buttock cheek.
“Ahhh ... owww!”
“Speak up, woman!”
“No, Master,” said Simone a little louder.
“Aren’t you going to thank me? After all, yesterday you displayed how much you enjoyed a good fucking.”
Simone moaned despairingly as she recalled how her body had betrayed her while she was being ravaged by Hans and Cassim. How hideous it all was... and now, it seemed, it was going to get even worse.
“Kneel up.” Simone turned round and knelt, placing her hands on her head. Casually, Quentin fondled her breasts.
“They’ll enjoy these, too,” he said. He smiled as he felt the nipples firming a little. It had been nice being tossed off by those beautiful big tits.
“Later on this morning,” continued Quentin, “I shall let one of them into your cage. I fact I will lock him in and he will have my permission to do whatever he likes with you. I shall watch from outside. How do you like that?”
Simone could only shake her head and her mouth dissolved into a wild grimace.
“You don’t look too happy,” said Quentin.
“I ... it’s the shock, Master,” whimpered Simone.
“Shock?” Quentin sounded deliberately incredulous. “You were simply loving two big cocks yesterday, so why be shocked at the thought of two even bigger ones?”
“I ... I ... oooh ...I wasn’t expecting it, Master ...”
“Well, you certainly can expect it now. Smile, woman.”
Simone’s mouth contorted into a letter-box slit of horror and, grinning, Quentin left the cage and locked it. He heard Simone moaning as she slumped down on to her wooden bunk.
At about eleven o’clock, Quentin phoned the quarters of the two Negroes. Jason answered. “Come down to the living room, man,” Quentin said.
“Sure thing, Boss.” A few minutes later the coffee-coloured Negro appeared, wearing his white leather pouch. His muscular body gleamed with oil. He certainly was a magnificent specimen, rather more athletic in appearance than Ahmed, who was just beginning to put on a little weight.
“I’ve got a little treat for you, Jason,” said Quentin. “I’m going to introduce you to my newest slave. She’s a Frenchwoman and her name is Simone. She’s got a real voluptuous body on her, but the trouble is, she doesn’t like darkies very much.”
Jason grinned happily.
“Not at first, anyway,” added Quentin. “Think you can cope?”
“Sure, Boss.”
“I shall put you into her cage and let you have free run. She’ll put up some resistance, I guess, but nothing too serious of course. Should be rather fun.”
“When does the fun start, then?” asked Jason.
“Right now,” said Quentin. „Take off that restrainer and follow me.”
Jason was only too happy to do so. His big, dangling cock swung before him as he followed Quentin down the stairs. Into the quarters they went, and as they made for the cage, Simone turned and saw them approaching. Her features contorted, her mouth gaped.
“Nooo… ooohhh... NNNOOOO... NNNNNNOOOOOOOO!” she cried.
“But yes...oh...yes...” said Quentin, unlocking the cage door. “In you go, Jason, and enjoy yourself. Vive la France!”
In Jason went and the cage was locked again. Simone, shuddering with horror, was scrabbling off the wooden bunk in a hopeless attempt to escape. But of course, there was nowhere to escape to. The cage contained nothing but the wooden bunk, a securing chair, Quentin’s low chair, and the pillory. It was the latter that Simone f irst darted behind ... but Jason was on her in a flash.
“DON’T TOUCH ME!” The screech was almost hysterical.
“Oh, you’ve got lovely big tits, slave,” said Jason, encircling Simone’s body with his muscular arms and clasping the ample breast flesh. Simone, struggling violently, went on screeching and screaming in horror. She kicked back uselessly with her heels and her hands tried to claw Jason’s hands off her. Jason was totally unconcerned and went on mauling at will. Then he changed tactics and thrust one arm and his hand between Simone’s thighs. The screams intensified, the struggles grew fiercer. But Jason was altogether too powerful. Laughing, he inserted a finger into Simone’s sex.
“You b**st... you filthy b**st!” screeched Simone, “Let me GOOOOO! I’d rather die!”
“No chance of that,” said Quentin grinning hugely through the bars. “Go for it, Jason!”
He could see that the Negro was already erecting. But Jason was not yet through with the preliminaries. He gripped Simone by her long, dark hair, twisted her round and forced her to her knees.
“Kiss my prick, slave,” he ordered. But Simone, choking with cries, twisted her head violently away.
“Deal with that, Jason,” said Quentin. “the disobedient bitch!”
Jason was most happy to oblige. He sat himself in the securing chair and hauled Simone across his thighs, his erection sticking into her belly. Then he began to smack the plump white bottom thrusting up at him ...
SSSLLLAAAPPPP!
SSSMMMAAACCCKKK!
SSSSLLLLAAAAPPPP!
SSSMMMAAACCCKKKK!
A torrent of smacks rained down on Simone’s helpless bottom, f irst one cheek, then the other. She kicked and squirmed frantically but all to no avail. Jason had her in a vice-like grip and Simone’s attempts to protect herself with her arms and hands were brushed aside. His broad palm, as hard as a board, continued to sweep down.
SSSSLLLLAAAAPPPP!
SSSSMMMMAAAACCCCKKKK!
SSSSLLLLAAAAPPPP!
SSSSMMMMAAAACCCCKKKK!
Simone was shrieking with pain as well as horror at this violent assault. And her ordeal had only just begun. That she knew. The smacking ceased and, once again, Jason hauled Simone up by her hair, then pulled her round between his thighs.
“Kiss my prick, slave,” he repeated. But, half-mad with shock, pain and revulsion, Simone once again twisted her head away, horrible choking sounds coming form her.
“I’m not having this!” bellowed Quentin through the bars. “Put her in the pillory, Jason, and gave her a damn good thrashing.”
“Sure thing, Boss,” said Jason, grinning happily. Then he unceremoniously hauled a shrieking Simone to the pillory by her hair. Up came the top of pillory and down into the waiting semicircles went Simone’s neck and wrists. With a clunk the pillory top came down and a padlock clicked home to hold it securely in position.
Simone was rendered utterly helpless... her hindquarters a mass of twisting, bouncing, reddened flesh. It was a sight that gave Jason considerable sadistic and sexual pleasure. Not to mention Quentin.
“Give her twenty strokes, Jason ... I’m not standing for this kind of disobedience in a slave ....”
Along the wall hung a display of varied correctional instruments... straps, rods, martinets, birches. Jason selected a long, medium weight willow rod which had a plaited leather grip. He looked down happily at the tumult of female buttock flesh presented to him. He had thrashed many women in his time and the pleasure of doing so never lessened. He raised the rod high and lashed it down diagonally over Simone’s right buttock cheek. A breathless howling-shriek erupted from Simone and she writhed violently, kicking out her legs. A redpurple weal sprung up over the already reddened flesh.
Again!
This time the left buttock cheek got the full impact of the biting willow ... sending Simone into a fresh frenzy of shrieking and squirming. Again! Simone’s mouth was gaping in another awful, howling-scream, her eyeballs were bulging from their sockets.
Again!
Oh, the frenzy of sumptuous flesh! Quentin was licking his lips, his eyes gleaming hotly. He loved watching a woman getting a merciless thrashing. Jason’s powerful muscles were rippling as he continued to lay one full-blooded stroke after another.
Sssswwweeepppppttttt!
Sssswwweeepppttttt!
Sssswwweeepppppttttt!
Sssswwweeepppttttt!
Sssswwweeepppppttttt!
Sssswwweeepppttttt!
The banshee-like howls intensified and Simone’s vocal-chords began to crack. And in between the earsplitting bellows were pitiful pleas for mercy.
“YYYYEEEEEE ... AAAAGGGHHH! Merceee ... merceee ... merceee ... YYYYYYYYAAAAAGHHHH ... AAAAAGGGGHHHHH! Stoooopppp ... I’ll do it ... have merceee ... oh stoppp ... YYYYYYAAAIIIIII ...YYYYAAAGHHHHH ... MERCEEEEE!”
The pleas were ignored, the rod continued to rise and fall with unabated vigour. In all her days of servitude, Simone had never been thrashed so severely...because Jason was the most powerful man who had ever thrashed her. The weals were long, running the full length of the curve of each buttock cheek, the last few inches of them turning purple-black. Never for a second did the wildly frantic writhing and kicking out cease... and it continued even after the final merciless stroke fell.
“Well done,” Jason called to Quentin, “Let’s see if that’s made that bitch change her mind.”
Jason replaced the rod and walked around to the front of the pillory, adjusted it’s height so that Simone’s slavering mouth was on a level with his rampant erection.
“If not,” he said, “she can always have some more!” The mass of dark hair was gripped. Great heaving groans were coming from Simone’s mouth. Her eyes were rolling wildly. She was obviously right at the end of her tether.
“Kiss that lovely cock, slave!” demanded Jason.Slobbering, snorting, Simone pressed her gaping mouth to the massive hard bone of negro flesh. Again and again and again.
“She’s learned her lesson, I think,” chuckled Quentin.
“Take it in your mouth, slave,” demanded Jason. Again, Simone scarcely hesitated. She was driven by excruciating pain. She knew she would do anything ... anything... to avoid enduring more. She took the big purple knob into the wet maw of her mouth and, automatically, began to suck.
Grinning, Jason patted Simone’s head. “That’s more like it, slave,” he said. “That cane reminded you of how you had to behave, didn’t it?” No reply was expected. Obviously. For Simone was still sucking almost desperately. It began to get too good for Jason and he had to haul the woman off. “Don’t be greedy, slave,” he leered.
Simone’s head hung drooping and uncontrollable sobs reverberated through her tormented body. Jason unlocked the pillory and lifted the helpless woman out. She no longer fought and struggled... now accepting the futility of doing so. By the ankles, Jason pulled Simone up in front of him, her back towards him. Then he pulled the thighs apart and plunged his face between them.
“I’ll warm you up ready for the fucking of your life,” he said. Then his tongue began to lave and probe between the vulnerable sex-lips. Simone quivered and jerked, like a large, freshly-landed pike hung up on a hook. Jason continued for several minutes with Simone moaning helplessly all the time. And still the deep sobs shook her. Feeling his helpless victim was getting warmer and juicier by the moment, Jason could no longer restrain himself. His lust for this voluptuously-built Frenchwoman became overwhelming. He considered momentarily how he would ravage her and decided he would have her flat on her back and then come down on top of her.
Thump!
Simone, a little winded, was down on her back on the wooden bunk. Her thighs were being pulled up and wide by this revolting Negro... and there was nothing she could do to prevent it happening. She was weak and exhausted. Once more, savage **** was to be her fate. Above and before her, she could see the gleaming, muscular body, slippery and glistening with oil. Above all she could see the huge, rampant male organ (20cm? 25cm?) swinging to and fro.
Certainly the biggest organ she had ever laid eyes on. Jason pressed back the thighs until they were against Simone’s breasts.
The lips of his Negroid mouth were parted lasciviously. “Ask for it,” he said. Simone knew what she had to do. Had to. It was something that Quentin had made her do. Feeling the total unbelievable humiliation of it, she forced the words to her lips.
“P-Please ... fuck me ... S-Sir,” she said.
“My pleasure,” leered Jason. Then, with a single, smooth thrust, he entered as deep as he could into the warm succulence of Simone’s cunt. There was an undulating, wailing cry from Simone; part pain, part pleasure.
My tongue did a good job, thought Jason, she’s already quite juicy. Yet how she had fought to avoid this! He hooked Simone’s calves over his shoulders, felt her feet resting on his back, felt her big soft breasts under him. And then he began to fuck. A full-length stroke every time he drove in and out. He would withdraw until only his knob was in and then he would drive vigourously back. His pace was unhurried. Just steady and irresistible. Simone was still sobbing hopelessly, but now, if anything, more with pleasure than pain. Quentin looked on intently. Also with a certain amount of envy. Of course, he could fuck Simone any time he wanted but he wished he had Jason’s equipment and expertise.
He saw that Simone’s haunches had started to buck cooperatively every time Jason drove into her. Her loathing of negro flesh is fast fading, he thought; she’s beginning to enjoy a massive, thumping cock.
Squelch ...
squelch ...
squelch ...
squelch …
Oh, yes, Simone was getting nice and hot and juicy all right! Quentin could hear it, Jason could feel it. He quickened his pace slightly and Simone’s haunches began to squirm in a rotary fashion. Her heels hammered up and down on Jason’s back. She simply could not help herself.
“You’ve got her going, Jason,” called Quentin, “give her the full treatment!”
“Sure, Boss ...” Mouth gaping wider, panting, Jason increased his pace further. I’m going for it, he told himself. This is no endurance test. This is simply a beautiful fuck. Beneath him, Simone was squirming uncontrollably, adding to his pleasure. She was squealing too and was now obviously coming almost continuously. Once more brute force and a super cock had conquered all female reservations! Going full tilt, Jason thundered to his climax, ejaculating again and again and again into the wriggling depths. Grinning lasciviously, Quentin applauded from outside the cage. One way and another it had been a most enjoyable performance.
“This is a repeat performance, but with positions reversed,” announced Melissa. Quentin surveyed the scene, familiar enough.
“She doesn’t seem to have lost any of her skills,” he said. “Look at that arse work.”
“Yes, just look at it,” laughed Melissa. At that moment, under Ahmed’s relentless driving, Julia was right out of control. Jason’s cock escaped her mouth momentarily as she squealed her sexual delight.
“Do you remember,” went on Melissa, “how she used to pretend she didn’t like being fucked?”
“I sure do,” smiled Quentin, “She used to have to be thrashed before she’d even open her legs. But you can see she really loves it. Go, girl, go!”
Julia could hear this banter but was more or less oblivious to it. These days she managed to get herself lost in lustful sex and nothing else mattered. The days of shame at her abandonment were more or less over. She had accepted her fate. The fate of being fucked, not on her own volition, but at the bidding of others. The trio, black and white, cavorted and writhed to mutual climaxes. The room was filled with gasps and groans. Slowly the palpitating, sweating flesh subsided into stillness and heavy breathing.
Ahmed withdrew and his black hand gave Julia’s quivering bottom a hearty slap. “Good girl,” he said. “I’ll have some more of that later.”
Julia lay, head to one side on the floor, eyes a little glazed. “Yes, Sir, thank you, Sir,” she said.
Melissa smiled. It had been a good re-introduction. “Anything you want?” asked Melissa of Quentin.
“A very large gin and tonic,” he said. A snap of the fingers and Heidi and Maria were instantly scurrying around to serve their Master. Julia crawled weakly to one side of the room and lay there. Her eyes closed. She still seemed to feel those massive cocks pounding into her. A little later she went sent to ‘get cleaned up’.
“I think,” said Quentin, “they could have Heidi and Maria tomorrow.”
“Why not?” agreed Melissa. “What about Simone?”
“Oh, I shall introduce them to her personally,” said Quentin.
“Just as you wish.” Melissa was vaguely disappointed.
“Yes, that’s what I’d like,” said Quentin. “Oh, by the way, that Frenchman, Jacques Tarot, has asked me on to his yacht for a few days. Like to come along?”
“I don’t think so,” said Melissa. she had rather gone off of yachts ever since the ‘Paradise’. “You go ... have a few days’ break and come back, fighting fit. Or should that be fucking fit?”
They both laughed and the moment of tension eased. That night, Quentin fucked Melissa and did so with a certain amount of brutality... more like a Master than a slave. But Melissa didn’t mind. She felt sure in her wifely status. Afterwards, when Quentin was snoring gently and peacefully, she wondered if Ahmed and Jason were having another go at Julia. She wouldn’t be at all surprised. They hadn’t seen that ripe young beauty for some time and the degree of co-operation with which she now performed, was quite something. It looked as if she now actually enjoyed being ****d. Perhaps she did. Such were the depths of her servitude, she had made herself change. Melissa thought of the old saying; ‘If **** is inevitable, lie back and enjoy it.’ And repeated **** was certainly inevitable in Julia’s case. Melissa’s last thoughts were that, if it seemed Julia was enjoying fucking too much, she would have to be caned before, after or even while she was doing it. A slave could not be permitted unalloyed pleasure!
The following morning, Quentin went down to the ‘Playroom’ where Simone was caged. Through the bars, it seemed to him that she was sleeping, her back and sumptuous bottom turned to him. A delightful sight. Simone did not wake when Quentin entered but a stinging slap across her upper buttock brought her quickly back to the land of the living. With a startled cry, she got on to her knees and thrust her hindquarters high and parted her thighs. It was the obligatory posture when Quentin entered.
“Good morning, slave,” he said jovially. “I trust you slept well?”
“Y-yes, Master...”
“Because you’ve got a busy day ahead of you. Did I tell you that two of Madam Vesta’s Overseers arrived from the ‘Paradise’? They’ll be staying for a few days.”
“Y-you didn’t tell me, Master ...”
“Well, I’m telling you now. They’re both big, muscular boys, each with about the biggest cocks you’re likely to have seen. What’s more, my slave, both of them are coloured. Jason is a dusky brown, Ahmed is coal black.”
Quentin saw Simone’s violent shudder and it confirmed what he had already guessed. Her anathema to coloureds. Good!
“And both of them like white flesh ... of which you have an ample amount. Have you anything to say, slave?”
“N-no, Master ...” It was no more than a whisper.
SSSMMMAAACCCKKK!
Another stinging slap on the other buttock cheek.
“Ahhh ... owww!”
“Speak up, woman!”
“No, Master,” said Simone a little louder.
“Aren’t you going to thank me? After all, yesterday you displayed how much you enjoyed a good fucking.”
Simone moaned despairingly as she recalled how her body had betrayed her while she was being ravaged by Hans and Cassim. How hideous it all was... and now, it seemed, it was going to get even worse.
“Kneel up.” Simone turned round and knelt, placing her hands on her head. Casually, Quentin fondled her breasts.
“They’ll enjoy these, too,” he said. He smiled as he felt the nipples firming a little. It had been nice being tossed off by those beautiful big tits.
“Later on this morning,” continued Quentin, “I shall let one of them into your cage. I fact I will lock him in and he will have my permission to do whatever he likes with you. I shall watch from outside. How do you like that?”
Simone could only shake her head and her mouth dissolved into a wild grimace.
“You don’t look too happy,” said Quentin.
“I ... it’s the shock, Master,” whimpered Simone.
“Shock?” Quentin sounded deliberately incredulous. “You were simply loving two big cocks yesterday, so why be shocked at the thought of two even bigger ones?”
“I ... I ... oooh ...I wasn’t expecting it, Master ...”
“Well, you certainly can expect it now. Smile, woman.”
Simone’s mouth contorted into a letter-box slit of horror and, grinning, Quentin left the cage and locked it. He heard Simone moaning as she slumped down on to her wooden bunk.
At about eleven o’clock, Quentin phoned the quarters of the two Negroes. Jason answered. “Come down to the living room, man,” Quentin said.
“Sure thing, Boss.” A few minutes later the coffee-coloured Negro appeared, wearing his white leather pouch. His muscular body gleamed with oil. He certainly was a magnificent specimen, rather more athletic in appearance than Ahmed, who was just beginning to put on a little weight.
“I’ve got a little treat for you, Jason,” said Quentin. “I’m going to introduce you to my newest slave. She’s a Frenchwoman and her name is Simone. She’s got a real voluptuous body on her, but the trouble is, she doesn’t like darkies very much.”
Jason grinned happily.
“Not at first, anyway,” added Quentin. “Think you can cope?”
“Sure, Boss.”
“I shall put you into her cage and let you have free run. She’ll put up some resistance, I guess, but nothing too serious of course. Should be rather fun.”
“When does the fun start, then?” asked Jason.
“Right now,” said Quentin. „Take off that restrainer and follow me.”
Jason was only too happy to do so. His big, dangling cock swung before him as he followed Quentin down the stairs. Into the quarters they went, and as they made for the cage, Simone turned and saw them approaching. Her features contorted, her mouth gaped.
“Nooo… ooohhh... NNNOOOO... NNNNNNOOOOOOOO!” she cried.
“But yes...oh...yes...” said Quentin, unlocking the cage door. “In you go, Jason, and enjoy yourself. Vive la France!”
In Jason went and the cage was locked again. Simone, shuddering with horror, was scrabbling off the wooden bunk in a hopeless attempt to escape. But of course, there was nowhere to escape to. The cage contained nothing but the wooden bunk, a securing chair, Quentin’s low chair, and the pillory. It was the latter that Simone f irst darted behind ... but Jason was on her in a flash.
“DON’T TOUCH ME!” The screech was almost hysterical.
“Oh, you’ve got lovely big tits, slave,” said Jason, encircling Simone’s body with his muscular arms and clasping the ample breast flesh. Simone, struggling violently, went on screeching and screaming in horror. She kicked back uselessly with her heels and her hands tried to claw Jason’s hands off her. Jason was totally unconcerned and went on mauling at will. Then he changed tactics and thrust one arm and his hand between Simone’s thighs. The screams intensified, the struggles grew fiercer. But Jason was altogether too powerful. Laughing, he inserted a finger into Simone’s sex.
“You b**st... you filthy b**st!” screeched Simone, “Let me GOOOOO! I’d rather die!”
“No chance of that,” said Quentin grinning hugely through the bars. “Go for it, Jason!”
He could see that the Negro was already erecting. But Jason was not yet through with the preliminaries. He gripped Simone by her long, dark hair, twisted her round and forced her to her knees.
“Kiss my prick, slave,” he ordered. But Simone, choking with cries, twisted her head violently away.
“Deal with that, Jason,” said Quentin. “the disobedient bitch!”
Jason was most happy to oblige. He sat himself in the securing chair and hauled Simone across his thighs, his erection sticking into her belly. Then he began to smack the plump white bottom thrusting up at him ...
SSSLLLAAAPPPP!
SSSMMMAAACCCKKK!
SSSSLLLLAAAAPPPP!
SSSMMMAAACCCKKKK!
A torrent of smacks rained down on Simone’s helpless bottom, f irst one cheek, then the other. She kicked and squirmed frantically but all to no avail. Jason had her in a vice-like grip and Simone’s attempts to protect herself with her arms and hands were brushed aside. His broad palm, as hard as a board, continued to sweep down.
SSSSLLLLAAAAPPPP!
SSSSMMMMAAAACCCCKKKK!
SSSSLLLLAAAAPPPP!
SSSSMMMMAAAACCCCKKKK!
Simone was shrieking with pain as well as horror at this violent assault. And her ordeal had only just begun. That she knew. The smacking ceased and, once again, Jason hauled Simone up by her hair, then pulled her round between his thighs.
“Kiss my prick, slave,” he repeated. But, half-mad with shock, pain and revulsion, Simone once again twisted her head away, horrible choking sounds coming form her.
“I’m not having this!” bellowed Quentin through the bars. “Put her in the pillory, Jason, and gave her a damn good thrashing.”
“Sure thing, Boss,” said Jason, grinning happily. Then he unceremoniously hauled a shrieking Simone to the pillory by her hair. Up came the top of pillory and down into the waiting semicircles went Simone’s neck and wrists. With a clunk the pillory top came down and a padlock clicked home to hold it securely in position.
Simone was rendered utterly helpless... her hindquarters a mass of twisting, bouncing, reddened flesh. It was a sight that gave Jason considerable sadistic and sexual pleasure. Not to mention Quentin.
“Give her twenty strokes, Jason ... I’m not standing for this kind of disobedience in a slave ....”
Along the wall hung a display of varied correctional instruments... straps, rods, martinets, birches. Jason selected a long, medium weight willow rod which had a plaited leather grip. He looked down happily at the tumult of female buttock flesh presented to him. He had thrashed many women in his time and the pleasure of doing so never lessened. He raised the rod high and lashed it down diagonally over Simone’s right buttock cheek. A breathless howling-shriek erupted from Simone and she writhed violently, kicking out her legs. A redpurple weal sprung up over the already reddened flesh.
Again!
This time the left buttock cheek got the full impact of the biting willow ... sending Simone into a fresh frenzy of shrieking and squirming. Again! Simone’s mouth was gaping in another awful, howling-scream, her eyeballs were bulging from their sockets.
Again!
Oh, the frenzy of sumptuous flesh! Quentin was licking his lips, his eyes gleaming hotly. He loved watching a woman getting a merciless thrashing. Jason’s powerful muscles were rippling as he continued to lay one full-blooded stroke after another.
Sssswwweeepppppttttt!
Sssswwweeepppttttt!
Sssswwweeepppppttttt!
Sssswwweeepppttttt!
Sssswwweeepppppttttt!
Sssswwweeepppttttt!
The banshee-like howls intensified and Simone’s vocal-chords began to crack. And in between the earsplitting bellows were pitiful pleas for mercy.
“YYYYEEEEEE ... AAAAGGGHHH! Merceee ... merceee ... merceee ... YYYYYYYYAAAAAGHHHH ... AAAAAGGGGHHHHH! Stoooopppp ... I’ll do it ... have merceee ... oh stoppp ... YYYYYYAAAIIIIII ...YYYYAAAGHHHHH ... MERCEEEEE!”
The pleas were ignored, the rod continued to rise and fall with unabated vigour. In all her days of servitude, Simone had never been thrashed so severely...because Jason was the most powerful man who had ever thrashed her. The weals were long, running the full length of the curve of each buttock cheek, the last few inches of them turning purple-black. Never for a second did the wildly frantic writhing and kicking out cease... and it continued even after the final merciless stroke fell.
“Well done,” Jason called to Quentin, “Let’s see if that’s made that bitch change her mind.”
Jason replaced the rod and walked around to the front of the pillory, adjusted it’s height so that Simone’s slavering mouth was on a level with his rampant erection.
“If not,” he said, “she can always have some more!” The mass of dark hair was gripped. Great heaving groans were coming from Simone’s mouth. Her eyes were rolling wildly. She was obviously right at the end of her tether.
“Kiss that lovely cock, slave!” demanded Jason.Slobbering, snorting, Simone pressed her gaping mouth to the massive hard bone of negro flesh. Again and again and again.
“She’s learned her lesson, I think,” chuckled Quentin.
“Take it in your mouth, slave,” demanded Jason. Again, Simone scarcely hesitated. She was driven by excruciating pain. She knew she would do anything ... anything... to avoid enduring more. She took the big purple knob into the wet maw of her mouth and, automatically, began to suck.
Grinning, Jason patted Simone’s head. “That’s more like it, slave,” he said. “That cane reminded you of how you had to behave, didn’t it?” No reply was expected. Obviously. For Simone was still sucking almost desperately. It began to get too good for Jason and he had to haul the woman off. “Don’t be greedy, slave,” he leered.
Simone’s head hung drooping and uncontrollable sobs reverberated through her tormented body. Jason unlocked the pillory and lifted the helpless woman out. She no longer fought and struggled... now accepting the futility of doing so. By the ankles, Jason pulled Simone up in front of him, her back towards him. Then he pulled the thighs apart and plunged his face between them.
“I’ll warm you up ready for the fucking of your life,” he said. Then his tongue began to lave and probe between the vulnerable sex-lips. Simone quivered and jerked, like a large, freshly-landed pike hung up on a hook. Jason continued for several minutes with Simone moaning helplessly all the time. And still the deep sobs shook her. Feeling his helpless victim was getting warmer and juicier by the moment, Jason could no longer restrain himself. His lust for this voluptuously-built Frenchwoman became overwhelming. He considered momentarily how he would ravage her and decided he would have her flat on her back and then come down on top of her.
Thump!
Simone, a little winded, was down on her back on the wooden bunk. Her thighs were being pulled up and wide by this revolting Negro... and there was nothing she could do to prevent it happening. She was weak and exhausted. Once more, savage **** was to be her fate. Above and before her, she could see the gleaming, muscular body, slippery and glistening with oil. Above all she could see the huge, rampant male organ (20cm? 25cm?) swinging to and fro.
Certainly the biggest organ she had ever laid eyes on. Jason pressed back the thighs until they were against Simone’s breasts.
The lips of his Negroid mouth were parted lasciviously. “Ask for it,” he said. Simone knew what she had to do. Had to. It was something that Quentin had made her do. Feeling the total unbelievable humiliation of it, she forced the words to her lips.
“P-Please ... fuck me ... S-Sir,” she said.
“My pleasure,” leered Jason. Then, with a single, smooth thrust, he entered as deep as he could into the warm succulence of Simone’s cunt. There was an undulating, wailing cry from Simone; part pain, part pleasure.
My tongue did a good job, thought Jason, she’s already quite juicy. Yet how she had fought to avoid this! He hooked Simone’s calves over his shoulders, felt her feet resting on his back, felt her big soft breasts under him. And then he began to fuck. A full-length stroke every time he drove in and out. He would withdraw until only his knob was in and then he would drive vigourously back. His pace was unhurried. Just steady and irresistible. Simone was still sobbing hopelessly, but now, if anything, more with pleasure than pain. Quentin looked on intently. Also with a certain amount of envy. Of course, he could fuck Simone any time he wanted but he wished he had Jason’s equipment and expertise.
He saw that Simone’s haunches had started to buck cooperatively every time Jason drove into her. Her loathing of negro flesh is fast fading, he thought; she’s beginning to enjoy a massive, thumping cock.
Squelch ...
squelch ...
squelch ...
squelch …
Oh, yes, Simone was getting nice and hot and juicy all right! Quentin could hear it, Jason could feel it. He quickened his pace slightly and Simone’s haunches began to squirm in a rotary fashion. Her heels hammered up and down on Jason’s back. She simply could not help herself.
“You’ve got her going, Jason,” called Quentin, “give her the full treatment!”
“Sure, Boss ...” Mouth gaping wider, panting, Jason increased his pace further. I’m going for it, he told himself. This is no endurance test. This is simply a beautiful fuck. Beneath him, Simone was squirming uncontrollably, adding to his pleasure. She was squealing too and was now obviously coming almost continuously. Once more brute force and a super cock had conquered all female reservations! Going full tilt, Jason thundered to his climax, ejaculating again and again and again into the wriggling depths. Grinning lasciviously, Quentin applauded from outside the cage. One way and another it had been a most enjoyable performance.
Louise
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