Enslaved on an Alien World Ch 02
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Julia’s Narrative:
I feel my nates clenching uncontrollably in dread anticipation ... Fight as I might, I knew I could not withstand the action of the powerful vibrator within me. Not for long. She ... the she-Devil ... had put it there (no, no, Julia, you must not think of her like that, it is too dangerous. She is your Mistress and you must obey her. You must please her. Submit to her slightest whim). For you are her slave. Now ... and for as long as you live. (Oh, yes, amazing as it may seem, I have at last come to terms with it. Necessity has forced me to. I no longer let hate and rage consume my being. That is futile. Also, it can lead to the most terrible torments. Submission and obedience are now ingrained within me). Oh...oh the sensation is intensifying. I suddenly shudder involuntarily as I bend to refill her glass. A look of gloating satisfaction flickers over her face. Oh, how I hate her (no ... no ... Julia, you mustn’t! Just accept her; accept your fate). Oh, it is going to happen any minute now. I am pouring for my Master when it does. I tremble and shudder, my haunches jerking. Little gasps and whimpers jet down my nostrils. She smiles broadly.
“Lucky girl,” she whispers as I pass by. The Master seems indifferent. He is reading a sex magazine. It is he I should hate more than anyone for it was he who planned my downfall in the first place. But it is a fact that I hate her more. (Julia ... you must not hate. You cannot afford the luxury). I stand, slightly withdrawn, waiting to receive orders. She demands a cigarette and I rush to give it to her and then light it. She puffs a great cloud of smoke into my face. Typical! The dildo vibrates on and on incessantly. I am getting warm and wet in there. I should try and enjoy it. Like I try to do nowadays when I am being fucked. I have to go through the motions of enjoyment so I might as well get some basic, lustful, enjoyment. Also, I have been told, it makes me ‘an excellent fuck’. Oh what a compliment! Oh, God, I’m coming again. I just can’t stop it... Shudder, shudder ... jerking, jerking ...
“Ah ... ah ... ah ... aahh ...” my little gasping cries emerge, I find I am almost on my knees. She gets up and smacks my face viciously. I see stars, hear bells ring. Another slap. I reel to one side. But, by some incredible effort of will, I show no resentment.
“Stand up, Julia ... is there something wrong with you?”
“N-no ... M-Mistress,” I reply humbly. But oh, the effort! The Master passes his magazine to her.
“Look at those tits,” he says, “Just like Julia’s.”
“Better than hers, I think,” she says.
“But then, I can feel hers.” He beckons to me and I crawl to him, proffering my breasts. He mauls and squeezes them almost indifferently. How difficult it once had been not to recoil from such attention. At first, indeed, impossible! How often I was caned for that. Once I received 36 strokes for such a natural action. Is it any wonder that I no longer recoil but, indeed, proffer my breasts ever more invitingly? My nipples firm. I am coming to my third orgasm. He is aware of it and smiles mockingly. On my knees before him, I spend and spend.
Oh the shame of it! But why should I feel shame? It is of her doing. Yet I do feel shame. The Master gives my nipples a final pinch then dismisses me. She rises and goes into her own suite. I hear her humming happily to herself. Soon she will be wining and dining and gambling. All the things I used to like to do; another world. Sometimes I think I must have died and been consigned to Hell.I hear her speaking on the house phone. Quite clearly.
“Madame Zelda?” The Master and I are going out soon. I shall be chaining my slave Julia to the lavatory pan shortly. There she will remain until I return. If Hans or Cassim want to make use of her, tell them where she is.”
I am strangely unaffected by this. What difference does it make? A dildo vibrating incessantly or a big hard cock thrusting in? My Mistress comes back. She wears a shimmering silver gown, low-cut. Her dark hair is up, bouffant style. She exudes chic and glamour. I hate her even more. (No ... no ... Julia, you must not.)
“Follow me, slave,” on all fours, I follow her. That’s how she likes it. Not crawling, but moving with arms and legs straight, hindquarters high. There is no more undignified form of motion for a woman. We go through her scented bedroom and into her lavatory, lemon-tiled. There is a rattle of a chain. Then an iron collar is locked about my neck and attached to the chain which is looped around the lavatory pan. Each of my wrists is locks onto the collar. This collar is like those used aboard the ‘Paradise’. She gives me a little kick on one of my buttocks.
“Have a nice evening,” she says. “You’ll have something to think about, anyway. My return!”
“Yes, Mistress,” I agree weakly.
At that moment I come to my fourth climax. Uncontrolled, gasping out. Soon, I know, it will be more painful than pleasurable and I will lie there, sobbing, as weak as a kitten. I hear them go, laughing and chattering. A door slams. I am alone. Lying on the cold, hard tiles. I am used to such discomfort but it doesn’t make it any easier. The vibrator continues to buzz within me. It would be possible to take it out of myself, but I wouldn’t dare. The resulting punishment does not bear thinking about. I think about that number on the roulette wheel. Oh please, please let it be in single figures. Supposing it is 36 ... oh, dear God ... dear God! Can you imagine the humiliation of being chained naked to a lavatory pan? Of no more concern than the lavatory brush alongside? It is truly degrading. I am coming to another orgasm. I don’t want it ... I don’t! Yet it overwhelms me as I lie squirming helplessly. It is beginning to hurt as my muscles cramp.
How many more orgasms will I have this night? I suddenly remember what she said about Ahmed and Jason and I can’t help shivering. Those two brutes are going to make a meal of me, I know.
I feel sorry for that poor Simone, facing them for the f irst time. The Master and she are two of the most callously wicked people it is possible to imagine. Time passes so slowly, but I am already dreading the return of my Mistress. Do you see how, by now, I truly think of her as my Mistress; and I truly think of myself as her slave. How incredibly the mind and body can adapt to situations! I hear a sound in the bedroom. Have they returned already? Surely not. The bathroom door opens and bare feet pad on the tiles. It is one of the Overseers. It is Hans. He had obviously been informed of where I am... and decided to take advantage. He slaps my bottom hard.
“Rather undignified, don’t you think?” he says in a mock-British upper class accent. “I just fancied you when I heard where you were. First things first ... let’s have this out.” The dildo leaves me with a plopping sound. I feel momentarily bereft but also thankful. “Get hold of the pan and put your head down into it,” orders Hans.
Oh, the b**st, the b**st, he was making it even more degrading. A real German pig! I get another stinging slap on my bottom and then do as he has ordered. Then he uplifts my flanks and rams into me. He goes in easily, the dildo having prepared me more than well.
“Oh, juicy, juicy,” he sighs. He begins to fuck me strongly and I co-operate to the full. It’s better than that bloody vibrator and soon I’m on the way to another climax.He’s grunting and groaning like the pig he is but I don’t really mind any more. I’ve been driven down to basics. I have become a rutting a****l.
“Hoooooorrrrrr ... hhhooooorrrr ... hhhooooorrrr ...” he pants, lost in lust. “Oh, what a lovely fuck you are, girl! Here I come then...here I come!”
I feel him squirting into me and only then am I almost overcome with nausea. He lies there slumped over me, breathing fast. He’s had everything he wants. After a while, Hans withdraws. He gets up and gives my bottom a couple of pats...not slaps.
“Here’s to the next time,” he says. Then he leaves. The door slams and I am left in darkness to my thoughts. At least the dildo is no longer in me. Hans has forgotten to put it back. Despite the unyielding tiles, I must have dozed off. Exhausted both physically and mentally, I suppose. Then I awake with a start to realise someone is in the bathroom. It was my Mistress ... it must be well past midnight. Terror fills me but I can tell nothing from her face. I kneel respectfully erect, eyes lowered.
“Why isn’t the dildo in you, slave?” she demands.
“Hans removed it, Mistress,” I say, “and didn’t put it back.”
“I’ll check on that,” says my Mistress, “If you’re lying I’ll make you wish you’d never been born. I’ll whip you raw!”
“I s-swear it’s true, Mistress.”
“I expect you’d like to know your lucky number, eh slave?”
“Yes, Mistress,” I whimper. She comes down close, bending, gripping my hair. “Not too good, but not too bad,” she says. “21 ... a guinea’s worth, you might say.”
21! It could have been worse...but...but... Do you know what only six strokes on your bare flesh feels like? It’s very painful. Yes ... try out six hard strokes sometime and you’ll get an idea of what I have to endure. I almost pleaded with her. How stupid of me. If I had, she probably would have given me some extras.
“Head down the pan, bottom up high,” she ordered in that crisp tone of hers. I didn’t delay. Not so long ago I’d been in the same position to be fucked, now I am to be thrashed. I feel my nates clenching uncontrollably in dread anticipation.
“You seem nervous, slave,” she said.
“Yes, Mistress,” My voice sounds hollow in the pan.
“You should be,” says my Mistress with a little giggle. Hate flares through me and I clench my teeth despairingly. Then, when she begins to cane me, my hate intensifies. The strokes fall diagonally across each buttock cheek in turn ... with along interval in between them. Deliberately she draws out my punishment ... (punishment! There is nothing to this but her vicious whim!) My nates clench repeatedly (I know she’ll enjoy that), my bottom writhes and pounds up and down with the intensity of the pain.
“Merceeee ... merceeee” I head myself screaming at some stage, while I twist and kick frenziedly. It is a stupid thing to ask. My Mistress only lays on with renewed vigour. I howl with torment into the booming lavatory bowl. This is simply for her amusement!
At last it is over. Countless stripes blaze across my buttocks. They sting, they smart, they sear deep. She will be looking down on them, gloating cruelly. Once this might have happened to her. Now she is the all-powerful Mistress.
“Hurry it up, Melissa,” I hear the Master call, “I’ve got a whacking great hard on in here, waiting for you ...”
“Oh, no you haven’t, you randy old bastard, I’m too tired tonight.”
My chain is unfastened and I follow her into the bedroom on all fours. I wince and flinch as the multiple weals seems to intensify their torment.
“I liked the sound of that, dear wife,” says the Master, “My, my, you certainly gave it to her. Hurts, does it, Julia?”
“Yes, Master ...”
“It looks like it. But it’s nothing to do with me. It’s all down to your Mistress ...”
I’m chained to an iron ring at the end of the bed; my wrists remain clamped to my collar, not that that makes much difference, I’m helpless anyway.
“Come on, Melissa ... look what I’ve got for you.” I can hear the Master is more than a little drunk.
“I told you, you goat, I’m too tired.” I think of the old days, when she would have been fucked by all and sundry even if exhausted. Oh how times have changed!
“If you want to fuck anything, you’ll have to fuck this. Or send for one of the youngsters.” The Master utters a frustrated grunt as the light goes out. What would he do now? With luck, he might sink straight into sleep. But no ... I hear him getting out of bed, stumbling about. He is coming for me. Nothing I can do. Then he is down by me, mauling my tits, squeezing my tender bottom ... just like the b**st he is. He says nothing ... only makes grunting a****l sounds. He stinks of brandy. I close my eyes. With luck the horror will be short-lived. Then I am turned over, my hindquarters lifted and thighs pulled wide. He rams in his short stubby length. It is relatively short compared with the two Overseers. I am very familiar with it. He fucks rapidly, in a disorganised way, slobbering, grunting piggishly. I am used as a masturbatory object rather than a woman. I am sobbing weakly with pain. Oh those throbbing weals! He is not concerned with that. His piggish grunts come faster, his hairy paunch pounds and pounds against my poor buttocks.
Then, groaning as if in pain, he unleashes himself before collapsing down on me, half crushing me. It seems only a matter of moments before I hear him snoring. Oh how I detest this vile b**st of a man. The man who owns me body and soul. An hour or so later, he leaves me and stumbles back to bed. At last I am alone ... even if my bottom is an incessant throbbing agony. About every five seconds a little sob bursts from me.
Ahmed and Jason flew in a couple of days later. They had landed at Marseilles airport where they had been picked up in the Land Rover by Hans. I was on serving duties when they arrived, attending my Mistress in the living room. The Master was off sailing somewhere. They came in, smartly dressed, looking like members of a sporting team, dressed in blue blazers, white shirts, blue ties and grey slacks.
“Welcome boys,” laughed my Mistress, rising to greet them. One could never have imagined what their former relationship had been.
“I don’t think I’ve ever seen you dressed before. Quite smart.”
“Thanks Miss Melissa ...” said one of them.
“Oh, come on, let’s make it just Melissa.” I was on my knees, head respectfully bowed, I could imagine their eyes roving over my nudity. Doubtless they would metaphorically have been licking their lips at the thought of what was to come. I felt sick at heart and sick in my stomach... for I was going to give those two brutes everything I possibly could. But, at least I would have Heidi and Maria to help me out. And Simone. Yes ... poor Simone.
“I expect you’d like to slip into something more comfortable,” said my Mistress. “Then we can have a drink and a chat.” “Fine, fine ...” “Julia will show you to your quarters.” I rose to my feet; they were grinning lasciviously. In their minds, they were already fucking me. I turned to the door. “Please follow me, Gentlemen,” I said. Yes ... ‘Gentlemen’ that’s what I had to call them and also had to address them as ‘Sir’. No sooner were we out of the door than Ahmed’s coal-black hand was on my bottom.
“Nice to see you again, Julia. Been behaving, have you?”
“Yes, Sir,” I answered. He squeezed a buttock and probed a finger into my cleft.
“Did Miss Melissa tell you my cock’s even bigger now. So is Jason’s.”
“Yes, Sir, so I heard.”
“That’s nice, isn’t it?”
“Yes, Sir.”
We came to their quarters and I ushered them in. Waiting upon black with servility is not exactly my forte but somehow I managed it. Inside I was seething. Almost out of control. Very dangerous. It was like the early days. After I’d shown them to their bedrooms, they began to strip off immediately. Soon they were bollock naked and their two mighty weapons were fully on display.
“Show respect,” said Ahmed.
I knelt before him and kissed his black prick. I felt it twitch. Then I did the same for Jason. After that, each put on his ‘pouch’. This was a triangle of the thinnest white leather, with silver rings at each corner. A waist band ran through two of the rings, the third ring held the understrap. Those pouches bulged with infinite menace. I followed the two Negroes back into the main room, inwardly trying to steel myself for what was must come. You’ve done it all before, I told myself. Just shut your mind and submit!
I saw at once that Heidi and Maria had been summoned to the main room. I heard their gasps and cries at the sight of these two near-nude giants.
“Silence!” rasped my Mistress. “These are two of the Overseers who trained Julia,” she explained. Just as Hans and Cassim have trained you. Show respect.”
The two youngsters fell to their knees and crawled across the room. The rule was that, if an Overseer wore a restrainer, you kissed his feet to ‘show respect’; if he were nude you kissed his organ. Young white shoulders were heaving as mouths were pressed to the black flesh. For these two, I thought, this is but the merest beginning.
“Up!” The girls stood erect, trembling. They could not bear to look at those bulging pouches.
“Julia is now going to demonstrate the skills these two gentlemen taught her on board Madame Vesta’s Yacht, the ‘Paradise’. I am sure she will not have forgotten.”
I stood there helplessly. Yet another exhibition. It was all beginning again. I saw the pouches removed and heard more gasps from Heidi and Maria.
“Julia is going to service Ahmed and Jason together. Now, which of you boys is going to take pole position? Call for choice.”
There was a coin in her hand and it spun into the air. “Heads,” said Jason. It fell to reveal a head.
“Your choice,” said my Mistress. There is something especially humiliating about having a coin spun for you.
“I’ll fuck her,” said Jason.
“Suits me,” grinned Ahmed. He lay on the floor and drew up wide-parted thighs. At that moment his massive organ lay quiescent. I went down and crawled between those muscular black thighs. At the same time, I uplifted my hindquarters and parted my own thighs, ready to accommodate Jason. I had done it often enough before but that did not seem to make it any easier on this occasion. I looked down. There it was, just beneath me, like a short black snake. Taking a deep breath, I bent and kissed that knob. Then I began to lick the length of the cock. When I got to the root, I would lift up the cock and lick the bulging balls underneath it. Ahmed soon began to thicken and under these attentions. Meanwhile, I could feel Jason behind me. He had gripped my flanks and was licking my cunt. He has a big tongue and it laved deeply. It stirred me. I couldn’t help shivering. Then his tongue left me and I felt the knob of his cock pressing against my ribs. I tensed, then tried to relax. Ahmed was steadily coming to erection. I went on licking him with all the intensity I could muster.
“I trust you are watching the enthusiasm this slave is displaying,” said my Mistress warningly to the two youngsters. When Ahmed is in full erection, it is difficult to get much of his cock into your mouth but I did my very best and began to suck him as if my life depended on it. I knew my Mistress would be watching my efforts closely and would expect nothing but the best from me.Jason had now entered me fully and was savouring what he had found. Oh, God, how big he is! I was stretched and filled. Soon my head was bobbing up and down furiously and Jason was steadily driving in and out. Soon he would be bringing me to orgasm and I would be co-operating even more. No help for it. The trick in this kind of exhibition is to get both males shooting off simultaneously ... and this was what I was working toward. My hindquarters were acting and reacting in unison with Jason’s thrusts as I sucked furiously on the throbbing organ in my mouth. I had my orgasm, wriggling and jerking uncontrollably. Not caring. So I was abandoned. So what? I felt Jason must be near. He was certainly going at me flat out. But what about Ahmed? A series of moaning-grunts altered me to the fact that he was nearly there too. There came a final frenzy of activity from all three of us ... and then they exploded simultaneously. My Mistress clapped her hands a few times. I felt proud. Yes ... I really did.
I feel my nates clenching uncontrollably in dread anticipation ... Fight as I might, I knew I could not withstand the action of the powerful vibrator within me. Not for long. She ... the she-Devil ... had put it there (no, no, Julia, you must not think of her like that, it is too dangerous. She is your Mistress and you must obey her. You must please her. Submit to her slightest whim). For you are her slave. Now ... and for as long as you live. (Oh, yes, amazing as it may seem, I have at last come to terms with it. Necessity has forced me to. I no longer let hate and rage consume my being. That is futile. Also, it can lead to the most terrible torments. Submission and obedience are now ingrained within me). Oh...oh the sensation is intensifying. I suddenly shudder involuntarily as I bend to refill her glass. A look of gloating satisfaction flickers over her face. Oh, how I hate her (no ... no ... Julia, you mustn’t! Just accept her; accept your fate). Oh, it is going to happen any minute now. I am pouring for my Master when it does. I tremble and shudder, my haunches jerking. Little gasps and whimpers jet down my nostrils. She smiles broadly.
“Lucky girl,” she whispers as I pass by. The Master seems indifferent. He is reading a sex magazine. It is he I should hate more than anyone for it was he who planned my downfall in the first place. But it is a fact that I hate her more. (Julia ... you must not hate. You cannot afford the luxury). I stand, slightly withdrawn, waiting to receive orders. She demands a cigarette and I rush to give it to her and then light it. She puffs a great cloud of smoke into my face. Typical! The dildo vibrates on and on incessantly. I am getting warm and wet in there. I should try and enjoy it. Like I try to do nowadays when I am being fucked. I have to go through the motions of enjoyment so I might as well get some basic, lustful, enjoyment. Also, I have been told, it makes me ‘an excellent fuck’. Oh what a compliment! Oh, God, I’m coming again. I just can’t stop it... Shudder, shudder ... jerking, jerking ...
“Ah ... ah ... ah ... aahh ...” my little gasping cries emerge, I find I am almost on my knees. She gets up and smacks my face viciously. I see stars, hear bells ring. Another slap. I reel to one side. But, by some incredible effort of will, I show no resentment.
“Stand up, Julia ... is there something wrong with you?”
“N-no ... M-Mistress,” I reply humbly. But oh, the effort! The Master passes his magazine to her.
“Look at those tits,” he says, “Just like Julia’s.”
“Better than hers, I think,” she says.
“But then, I can feel hers.” He beckons to me and I crawl to him, proffering my breasts. He mauls and squeezes them almost indifferently. How difficult it once had been not to recoil from such attention. At first, indeed, impossible! How often I was caned for that. Once I received 36 strokes for such a natural action. Is it any wonder that I no longer recoil but, indeed, proffer my breasts ever more invitingly? My nipples firm. I am coming to my third orgasm. He is aware of it and smiles mockingly. On my knees before him, I spend and spend.
Oh the shame of it! But why should I feel shame? It is of her doing. Yet I do feel shame. The Master gives my nipples a final pinch then dismisses me. She rises and goes into her own suite. I hear her humming happily to herself. Soon she will be wining and dining and gambling. All the things I used to like to do; another world. Sometimes I think I must have died and been consigned to Hell.I hear her speaking on the house phone. Quite clearly.
“Madame Zelda?” The Master and I are going out soon. I shall be chaining my slave Julia to the lavatory pan shortly. There she will remain until I return. If Hans or Cassim want to make use of her, tell them where she is.”
I am strangely unaffected by this. What difference does it make? A dildo vibrating incessantly or a big hard cock thrusting in? My Mistress comes back. She wears a shimmering silver gown, low-cut. Her dark hair is up, bouffant style. She exudes chic and glamour. I hate her even more. (No ... no ... Julia, you must not.)
“Follow me, slave,” on all fours, I follow her. That’s how she likes it. Not crawling, but moving with arms and legs straight, hindquarters high. There is no more undignified form of motion for a woman. We go through her scented bedroom and into her lavatory, lemon-tiled. There is a rattle of a chain. Then an iron collar is locked about my neck and attached to the chain which is looped around the lavatory pan. Each of my wrists is locks onto the collar. This collar is like those used aboard the ‘Paradise’. She gives me a little kick on one of my buttocks.
“Have a nice evening,” she says. “You’ll have something to think about, anyway. My return!”
“Yes, Mistress,” I agree weakly.
At that moment I come to my fourth climax. Uncontrolled, gasping out. Soon, I know, it will be more painful than pleasurable and I will lie there, sobbing, as weak as a kitten. I hear them go, laughing and chattering. A door slams. I am alone. Lying on the cold, hard tiles. I am used to such discomfort but it doesn’t make it any easier. The vibrator continues to buzz within me. It would be possible to take it out of myself, but I wouldn’t dare. The resulting punishment does not bear thinking about. I think about that number on the roulette wheel. Oh please, please let it be in single figures. Supposing it is 36 ... oh, dear God ... dear God! Can you imagine the humiliation of being chained naked to a lavatory pan? Of no more concern than the lavatory brush alongside? It is truly degrading. I am coming to another orgasm. I don’t want it ... I don’t! Yet it overwhelms me as I lie squirming helplessly. It is beginning to hurt as my muscles cramp.
How many more orgasms will I have this night? I suddenly remember what she said about Ahmed and Jason and I can’t help shivering. Those two brutes are going to make a meal of me, I know.
I feel sorry for that poor Simone, facing them for the f irst time. The Master and she are two of the most callously wicked people it is possible to imagine. Time passes so slowly, but I am already dreading the return of my Mistress. Do you see how, by now, I truly think of her as my Mistress; and I truly think of myself as her slave. How incredibly the mind and body can adapt to situations! I hear a sound in the bedroom. Have they returned already? Surely not. The bathroom door opens and bare feet pad on the tiles. It is one of the Overseers. It is Hans. He had obviously been informed of where I am... and decided to take advantage. He slaps my bottom hard.
“Rather undignified, don’t you think?” he says in a mock-British upper class accent. “I just fancied you when I heard where you were. First things first ... let’s have this out.” The dildo leaves me with a plopping sound. I feel momentarily bereft but also thankful. “Get hold of the pan and put your head down into it,” orders Hans.
Oh, the b**st, the b**st, he was making it even more degrading. A real German pig! I get another stinging slap on my bottom and then do as he has ordered. Then he uplifts my flanks and rams into me. He goes in easily, the dildo having prepared me more than well.
“Oh, juicy, juicy,” he sighs. He begins to fuck me strongly and I co-operate to the full. It’s better than that bloody vibrator and soon I’m on the way to another climax.He’s grunting and groaning like the pig he is but I don’t really mind any more. I’ve been driven down to basics. I have become a rutting a****l.
“Hoooooorrrrrr ... hhhooooorrrr ... hhhooooorrrr ...” he pants, lost in lust. “Oh, what a lovely fuck you are, girl! Here I come then...here I come!”
I feel him squirting into me and only then am I almost overcome with nausea. He lies there slumped over me, breathing fast. He’s had everything he wants. After a while, Hans withdraws. He gets up and gives my bottom a couple of pats...not slaps.
“Here’s to the next time,” he says. Then he leaves. The door slams and I am left in darkness to my thoughts. At least the dildo is no longer in me. Hans has forgotten to put it back. Despite the unyielding tiles, I must have dozed off. Exhausted both physically and mentally, I suppose. Then I awake with a start to realise someone is in the bathroom. It was my Mistress ... it must be well past midnight. Terror fills me but I can tell nothing from her face. I kneel respectfully erect, eyes lowered.
“Why isn’t the dildo in you, slave?” she demands.
“Hans removed it, Mistress,” I say, “and didn’t put it back.”
“I’ll check on that,” says my Mistress, “If you’re lying I’ll make you wish you’d never been born. I’ll whip you raw!”
“I s-swear it’s true, Mistress.”
“I expect you’d like to know your lucky number, eh slave?”
“Yes, Mistress,” I whimper. She comes down close, bending, gripping my hair. “Not too good, but not too bad,” she says. “21 ... a guinea’s worth, you might say.”
21! It could have been worse...but...but... Do you know what only six strokes on your bare flesh feels like? It’s very painful. Yes ... try out six hard strokes sometime and you’ll get an idea of what I have to endure. I almost pleaded with her. How stupid of me. If I had, she probably would have given me some extras.
“Head down the pan, bottom up high,” she ordered in that crisp tone of hers. I didn’t delay. Not so long ago I’d been in the same position to be fucked, now I am to be thrashed. I feel my nates clenching uncontrollably in dread anticipation.
“You seem nervous, slave,” she said.
“Yes, Mistress,” My voice sounds hollow in the pan.
“You should be,” says my Mistress with a little giggle. Hate flares through me and I clench my teeth despairingly. Then, when she begins to cane me, my hate intensifies. The strokes fall diagonally across each buttock cheek in turn ... with along interval in between them. Deliberately she draws out my punishment ... (punishment! There is nothing to this but her vicious whim!) My nates clench repeatedly (I know she’ll enjoy that), my bottom writhes and pounds up and down with the intensity of the pain.
“Merceeee ... merceeee” I head myself screaming at some stage, while I twist and kick frenziedly. It is a stupid thing to ask. My Mistress only lays on with renewed vigour. I howl with torment into the booming lavatory bowl. This is simply for her amusement!
At last it is over. Countless stripes blaze across my buttocks. They sting, they smart, they sear deep. She will be looking down on them, gloating cruelly. Once this might have happened to her. Now she is the all-powerful Mistress.
“Hurry it up, Melissa,” I hear the Master call, “I’ve got a whacking great hard on in here, waiting for you ...”
“Oh, no you haven’t, you randy old bastard, I’m too tired tonight.”
My chain is unfastened and I follow her into the bedroom on all fours. I wince and flinch as the multiple weals seems to intensify their torment.
“I liked the sound of that, dear wife,” says the Master, “My, my, you certainly gave it to her. Hurts, does it, Julia?”
“Yes, Master ...”
“It looks like it. But it’s nothing to do with me. It’s all down to your Mistress ...”
I’m chained to an iron ring at the end of the bed; my wrists remain clamped to my collar, not that that makes much difference, I’m helpless anyway.
“Come on, Melissa ... look what I’ve got for you.” I can hear the Master is more than a little drunk.
“I told you, you goat, I’m too tired.” I think of the old days, when she would have been fucked by all and sundry even if exhausted. Oh how times have changed!
“If you want to fuck anything, you’ll have to fuck this. Or send for one of the youngsters.” The Master utters a frustrated grunt as the light goes out. What would he do now? With luck, he might sink straight into sleep. But no ... I hear him getting out of bed, stumbling about. He is coming for me. Nothing I can do. Then he is down by me, mauling my tits, squeezing my tender bottom ... just like the b**st he is. He says nothing ... only makes grunting a****l sounds. He stinks of brandy. I close my eyes. With luck the horror will be short-lived. Then I am turned over, my hindquarters lifted and thighs pulled wide. He rams in his short stubby length. It is relatively short compared with the two Overseers. I am very familiar with it. He fucks rapidly, in a disorganised way, slobbering, grunting piggishly. I am used as a masturbatory object rather than a woman. I am sobbing weakly with pain. Oh those throbbing weals! He is not concerned with that. His piggish grunts come faster, his hairy paunch pounds and pounds against my poor buttocks.
Then, groaning as if in pain, he unleashes himself before collapsing down on me, half crushing me. It seems only a matter of moments before I hear him snoring. Oh how I detest this vile b**st of a man. The man who owns me body and soul. An hour or so later, he leaves me and stumbles back to bed. At last I am alone ... even if my bottom is an incessant throbbing agony. About every five seconds a little sob bursts from me.
Ahmed and Jason flew in a couple of days later. They had landed at Marseilles airport where they had been picked up in the Land Rover by Hans. I was on serving duties when they arrived, attending my Mistress in the living room. The Master was off sailing somewhere. They came in, smartly dressed, looking like members of a sporting team, dressed in blue blazers, white shirts, blue ties and grey slacks.
“Welcome boys,” laughed my Mistress, rising to greet them. One could never have imagined what their former relationship had been.
“I don’t think I’ve ever seen you dressed before. Quite smart.”
“Thanks Miss Melissa ...” said one of them.
“Oh, come on, let’s make it just Melissa.” I was on my knees, head respectfully bowed, I could imagine their eyes roving over my nudity. Doubtless they would metaphorically have been licking their lips at the thought of what was to come. I felt sick at heart and sick in my stomach... for I was going to give those two brutes everything I possibly could. But, at least I would have Heidi and Maria to help me out. And Simone. Yes ... poor Simone.
“I expect you’d like to slip into something more comfortable,” said my Mistress. “Then we can have a drink and a chat.” “Fine, fine ...” “Julia will show you to your quarters.” I rose to my feet; they were grinning lasciviously. In their minds, they were already fucking me. I turned to the door. “Please follow me, Gentlemen,” I said. Yes ... ‘Gentlemen’ that’s what I had to call them and also had to address them as ‘Sir’. No sooner were we out of the door than Ahmed’s coal-black hand was on my bottom.
“Nice to see you again, Julia. Been behaving, have you?”
“Yes, Sir,” I answered. He squeezed a buttock and probed a finger into my cleft.
“Did Miss Melissa tell you my cock’s even bigger now. So is Jason’s.”
“Yes, Sir, so I heard.”
“That’s nice, isn’t it?”
“Yes, Sir.”
We came to their quarters and I ushered them in. Waiting upon black with servility is not exactly my forte but somehow I managed it. Inside I was seething. Almost out of control. Very dangerous. It was like the early days. After I’d shown them to their bedrooms, they began to strip off immediately. Soon they were bollock naked and their two mighty weapons were fully on display.
“Show respect,” said Ahmed.
I knelt before him and kissed his black prick. I felt it twitch. Then I did the same for Jason. After that, each put on his ‘pouch’. This was a triangle of the thinnest white leather, with silver rings at each corner. A waist band ran through two of the rings, the third ring held the understrap. Those pouches bulged with infinite menace. I followed the two Negroes back into the main room, inwardly trying to steel myself for what was must come. You’ve done it all before, I told myself. Just shut your mind and submit!
I saw at once that Heidi and Maria had been summoned to the main room. I heard their gasps and cries at the sight of these two near-nude giants.
“Silence!” rasped my Mistress. “These are two of the Overseers who trained Julia,” she explained. Just as Hans and Cassim have trained you. Show respect.”
The two youngsters fell to their knees and crawled across the room. The rule was that, if an Overseer wore a restrainer, you kissed his feet to ‘show respect’; if he were nude you kissed his organ. Young white shoulders were heaving as mouths were pressed to the black flesh. For these two, I thought, this is but the merest beginning.
“Up!” The girls stood erect, trembling. They could not bear to look at those bulging pouches.
“Julia is now going to demonstrate the skills these two gentlemen taught her on board Madame Vesta’s Yacht, the ‘Paradise’. I am sure she will not have forgotten.”
I stood there helplessly. Yet another exhibition. It was all beginning again. I saw the pouches removed and heard more gasps from Heidi and Maria.
“Julia is going to service Ahmed and Jason together. Now, which of you boys is going to take pole position? Call for choice.”
There was a coin in her hand and it spun into the air. “Heads,” said Jason. It fell to reveal a head.
“Your choice,” said my Mistress. There is something especially humiliating about having a coin spun for you.
“I’ll fuck her,” said Jason.
“Suits me,” grinned Ahmed. He lay on the floor and drew up wide-parted thighs. At that moment his massive organ lay quiescent. I went down and crawled between those muscular black thighs. At the same time, I uplifted my hindquarters and parted my own thighs, ready to accommodate Jason. I had done it often enough before but that did not seem to make it any easier on this occasion. I looked down. There it was, just beneath me, like a short black snake. Taking a deep breath, I bent and kissed that knob. Then I began to lick the length of the cock. When I got to the root, I would lift up the cock and lick the bulging balls underneath it. Ahmed soon began to thicken and under these attentions. Meanwhile, I could feel Jason behind me. He had gripped my flanks and was licking my cunt. He has a big tongue and it laved deeply. It stirred me. I couldn’t help shivering. Then his tongue left me and I felt the knob of his cock pressing against my ribs. I tensed, then tried to relax. Ahmed was steadily coming to erection. I went on licking him with all the intensity I could muster.
“I trust you are watching the enthusiasm this slave is displaying,” said my Mistress warningly to the two youngsters. When Ahmed is in full erection, it is difficult to get much of his cock into your mouth but I did my very best and began to suck him as if my life depended on it. I knew my Mistress would be watching my efforts closely and would expect nothing but the best from me.Jason had now entered me fully and was savouring what he had found. Oh, God, how big he is! I was stretched and filled. Soon my head was bobbing up and down furiously and Jason was steadily driving in and out. Soon he would be bringing me to orgasm and I would be co-operating even more. No help for it. The trick in this kind of exhibition is to get both males shooting off simultaneously ... and this was what I was working toward. My hindquarters were acting and reacting in unison with Jason’s thrusts as I sucked furiously on the throbbing organ in my mouth. I had my orgasm, wriggling and jerking uncontrollably. Not caring. So I was abandoned. So what? I felt Jason must be near. He was certainly going at me flat out. But what about Ahmed? A series of moaning-grunts altered me to the fact that he was nearly there too. There came a final frenzy of activity from all three of us ... and then they exploded simultaneously. My Mistress clapped her hands a few times. I felt proud. Yes ... I really did.
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