Enslaved on an Alien World Ch 02
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Hans’ Narrative
“Get your arse in the air,” ordered the Boss crisply. I’d got word a little earlier that the Boss wanted me down in his quarters. That pleased me for it more or less certainly meant that I was going to have to fuck the arse off that new bint he had recently acquired. Her name’s Simone and she was a right hoity-toity bitch when she arrived. It’s great to be able to help to cut her down to size. When I was let into what the Boss likes to call his Playroom, I saw that he was already having some fun. This Simone had got her lovely big knockers wrapped around his cock and she was massaging it with them. You can’t help admiring the old buzzard. He’s full of ideas... and energy. I call him old but he’s not really all that old. In his early fifties, I reckon. He’s only old when compared to me; and he’s got plenty of stamina, buttressed by all the pills and pink ‘uns Madame Melissa lays on for him. He can fuck like a man half his age. Seeing me striding in bollock naked was obviously a shock for Simone. Her mouth opened, her eyes dilated in dread. It was nice to see. What was more, she stopped her massaging movements. This seemed to annoy the Boss no end.
“Did I tell you to stop, slave!” he bellowed.
Simone’s head jerked to the right and his palm fell across one cheek, then it jerked back again as he she got a backhander. “No, Master ... no ... I beg forgiveness” ... wailed Simone.
Her tits were now swinging free and I could see they were coated with oil. They were a couple of real beauties. Some time, I’d have her toss me off with them, I reckoned.
“Get your arse in the air,” ordered the Boss crisply.Simone didn’t delay about that, as she almost certainly would have done in the early days ... when her sense of modesty was a good deal keener. Nowadays, she preferred to comply rather than be caned. Sensible! I moved round to look at her, with her bottom sticking up as high as possible and her thighs spread wide. For a moment, I almost laughed at what I saw. Would you believe it, but the Boss had painted her cunt lips a bright pink! What a caution he is! Doubtless he enjoyed doing it no end. And why not?
“Pretty, eh, Hans?” he enquired, grinning up at me.
“Sure, Boss,” I grinned back.
“Inviting, you might say. I expect you’ll accept the invitation shortly.”
“If that’s what you want, Boss, “ I said happily.
“Pick up that paddle, Hans,” he said, gesturing to the table, “and lay it hard on this insolent bitch’s backside. You’ll see two red roundels already there. Kindly overlay them precisely.”
“Sure, Boss,” I said as I picked up the paddle. It’s a meaty thing with a flexible handle. Half an inch thick. Must hurt like hell! I saw the two bright red roundels and also saw Simone’s bottom give a quivering twitch of dread. Then I raised the paddle and brought it down with full force on the right-hand roundel, ebony side down.
Ssssspppppllllaaaaattttt! Simone yelped loudly, her right leg kicking out as she squirmed down.
“Bottom up, girl!” I rapped out ... and up it came. Oh, so unwillingly! Sssspppppllllaaaaattttt! I overlaid the roundel on the left buttock cheek and this produced another agonised and more involuntary squirming. Simone remained kneeling there, sobbing softly, head almost drooping to the floor. The two roundels had changed in colour... from bright red to deep red with a little fringe of purple. I patted one and it was like placing one’s hand on a warm stove.I could see the Boss had got his hands under her and was squeezing her pendulous tits.
“When I am making use of these,” he almost growled, “you don’t stop unless I give you the order. Understand?”
It was all part of her slave training, of course. The Master was always right, the slave invariably wrong.
“Y-Yes ... mmm ... mmmfff ... M-Master,” sobbed Simone, “I ... I humbly beg pardon, M-Master ...”
The girl was certainly learning, I thought. It was a nice piece of verbal submission. The Boss looked complacent as he went on squeezing.
“I should think so, too,” he said. Then he winked at me. He grabbed hold of a hank of Simone’s dark hair and pulled up her head, gazing close into her face.
“Well, slave,” he said, “You’ve had a brief glimpse of what’s coming to you. Now go and take a closer look.”
I liked the sound of that and I was already beginning to thicken. Simone swivelled around on the cushion upon which she was kneeling and came face to face with my swelling cock. Her mouth was loose, her features quivering and twitching out of control.
“Kiss it. Then lick it till it’s fully up,” ordered the Boss. A gratifying order to hear; for me at any rate! I took hold of Simone’s rich, thick hair and hauled her closer. Then I felt her lips pressing to my prick. She’s improved a lot since she’s first had to do it. The mouth was wet and open, pressing with seeming enthusiasm. Oh, how many canings before it had come to this! I began to thicken and stiffen rapidly.
“Now lick it, slave,” I said simply. Simone began to lick ... long laves of her projecting tongue, from my balls to my knob. I quivered and jerked with pleasure as she brought me to full erection. Looking down, I could see her nostrils f laring and her features contorted in horrified revulsion. That was good to see. Simone was not liking having to do this, one little bit!
“Well done, Hans,” said the Boss, as if I had achieved something exceptional. “That really is a whopper, isn’t it, my slave?”
A moaning-groan came from Simone who was still licking zealously. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw the Boss pick up a slim whalebone switch off the table; he slashed it rapidly across Simone’s bottom, laying it diagonally across the centre of each roundel in turn. Simone screamed and her hands hovered over her squirming nates as if about to clamp. Strictly forbidden!
“I asked you a question, slave! Answer it!” commanded the Boss. I could almost feel Simone’s head reeling. What had been the question? Ah, yes, about my cock being a whopper.
“Y-Yes ... mmmmfffff ... yes ... mmmmmfffff ... M-Master,” whispered Simone.
“Say it!”
“It ... aahhh ... it’s a whopper, Master.”
“And you like a whopper, don’t you slave?”
“Yes ... uuuurrrrfff ... uuuurrrrfff ... Master.”
It was clever. The Boss was driving Simone to the brink with his interrogation. Would she snap?
“You like a whopper up you, don’t you, slave?”
“Y-Yer ... esss ... mmmmff ... mmmfff ... y-yes, Master.”
“Say it!”
“I ... aaaghhh ... like a wh-whopper ... up me ...” moaned Simone.
The Boss was smiling contentedly. “Well, like it or not, slave,” he said, “that’s what you’re now going to get. Turn round and get your backside up!”
Simone obeyed but, I thought, rather reluctantly. However, the Boss didn’t seem to notice. He got the woman by her hair and was looking close into her distraught features. I was looking at the pouting pink cunt lips awaiting me. Nice ... very nice ...
“O.K. Hans, help yourself,” said the Boss. He was smiling with cruel lasciviousness. I knew just how much he liked watching his slave-girls being fucked. Watching them being broken down from loathing to liking... from **** to rapture. Slowly but surely.I knelt down, my cock as hard as a bone. I reckon there’s something like twelve inches of it when I am fully ready for action and it’s girthed as thickly as a sturdy baby’s arm. I gripped Simone by her warm, shuddering flanks and edged closer.
“Because your cunt has been made to look so inviting, I’m going to give you a really solid fucking, slave ...” I said. Simone, shuddering more, could only moan.
“What do you say?” insisted the Boss.
“Th-thank you ... oooohhh ... uuuughhhh ... thank you, Master ...”
A torrent of heaving sobs followed. I got hold of my erection and delicately guided it up and down Simone’s sex lips. She flinched and minimally twisted away. But no more than was allowed. Those lips felt a little dry but I presumed that was on account of the lacquer. I pushed in my big knob, hearing her moan, feeling her shudder. Sometimes, at this stage, the Boss would tell me to ram it right in ... up to the hilt...and this I would then do. Simone would utter a terrible undulating cry as I lay there buried in her. If I heard nothing from the Boss, I just worked my way into her steadily, an inch or so at a time, thrusting back and forth as I did so, feeling her being stretched, savouring the tight clinging of her cunt. She would feel soft but a little dry. Lubrication would come later.
“How you doing, Hans?” asked the Boss.
“ ‘bout half-way I guess ...”
“Oh, you lucky slave! Still another six inches to come!”
“Uuuuuuurrrrrff ... uuuuuurrrrrffff ... uuuuurrrrrfff... oh God no ... no ... NOOOO!”
I made several quick back and forth thrusts, almost withdrawing, then ramming back in again. Simone gasped and groaned.
“She seemed to like that. Do it again, Hans.”
I did so ... and Simone gasped again. This is what the Boss liked. Watching a girl in close-up. Seeing her slowly succumbing, no matter how hard she fought.
“Give her the rest Hans,” ordered the Boss.I was only too happy to oblige and thrust right in, my belly and f lanks pounding to Simone’s bottom. She uttered a loud gaspingcry, either of shock or pain. Perhaps both. I remained in there for about half a minute, feeling her squirming helplessly beneath me.
“There,” said the Boss gloatingly, “What a lucky slave. Twelve inches of solid-hard cock right up you!”
Moans ... whispers that might have been pleas ... I gripped the flanks more tightly.
“Now give her the fucking she deserves.” ordered the Boss. His hands went under and he began to squeeze the woman’s tits again. I gathered myself. As always I was going to have to make this good. To make sure that Simone climaxed... helplessly, hopelessly...at least once, if not twice. A pleasant enough task, you might say, but it requires stamina and will-power. It was lucky that I had shot off earlier in the day when I had had one of the teenagers give me good sucking after breakfast.
I began a series of slow thrusts ... long and steady. Simone was already warming up, getting moist. I tried not to think too much about that and concentrated on power and pace. With my head turned to one side and one cheek on the smooth bareness of her back, I could hear the woman’s breath rattling in her throat.
“I think she’s beginning to like it,” the Boss informed me.
“Oh ... no ... no ... no ...” moaned Simone. I speeded up slightly, making each entry a full thrust.
“Give her half a minute at full pace,” said the Boss. I obliged...stepping up the pace rapidly, pounding in as fast and hard as I could with Simone bucking and writhing beneath me. After a while I slowed again. The little gagging-whimpering sounds continued.
“Is she warming up?” asked the Boss.
“She sure is ...” I said. “Thought as much. The eyes are bulging and she’s glazing a bit. Time to get her really going, I think.”
“Right you are, Boss.” I summoned myself and really got to work on this ripe, plump beauty. Teenagers are all very well, but I like a woman with a bit of meat on her. Like this one had. As before, I made full-length thrusts but now I made them faster and even more powerfully. There was the loud sound of my belly slapping against Simone’s bottom.
Ssslaapp ... ssslaapppp!
Sssllaaaapppp!
Ssslaaappppp!
“Stoooopppppp ... ooooh ... stooooo ... opppppp!” Simone’s voice was beseeching.
“She doesn’t really mean that, Hans ... you should see her face. Her mouth’s open and she’s starting to dribble. Not very attractive! Bring her to the boil, Hans!”
“Sure thing, Boss.” Then I really let myself go. Simone simply could not stop herself getting hot and juicy. Quite delicious! **** at its most rapturous! There were squelching sounds every time I rammed in.
“Aaaahhhh ... hhhhaaaa ... hhhaaaa ... HHHHAAAAAA!” panted Simone, obviously fast getting out of control.
“She’s getting there,” announced the Boss. „Mouth all of a wobble, eyes wide. Oh, I think she’s loving it now. Yes, definitely. Hark at her.”
Simone had begun to utter a series of short, rapid squeals as she mounted to her orgasm ... and her bottom began to wriggle and jerk ecstatically. Delightful for me, I need hardly say. What was more, there was no need for me to hold back any more. I could feel Simone was already coming ... and she might come again as I released myself.
“You’ve got her! You’ve got her!” cried the Boss excitedly. “She’s spending like crazy, oh you beauty, let yourself really go! Oh how you love it! Oh you really do!”
Simone’s squeals began to become interspersed with sobs as she mounted to a quick but powerful second climax. As it arrived I shot my load into her depths and slumped panting down on to her moist bare back, which was heaving up and down. My God, but that was good, I said to myself as I snorted and slobbered on Simone’s white shoulder flesh. I could feel her cunt twitching and contracting as the last spasms passed. Then, as the full realisation of what had happened seeped in on her, she began to sob and moan feebly. One could almost feel the hideous shame burning within her. Her body had betrayed her and the insensate lust she had experienced could not be denied.
“Lucky girl,” murmured the Boss, “I could see just how much you enjoyed that.”
Sobbing groans from Simone. She knew all too well she had been defeated again. Doubtless she hated the Boss, doubtless she hated me... not to mention the whole world. But, above all, in those panting moments of recovery from orgasm, she doubtless hated herself most of all.
The Boss poured an enormous brandy into a cut-glass crystal goblet and passed it to me. “You certainly know how to handle yourself, Hans,” he said appreciatively. “Thanks, Boss. No sweat, really. Thanks for the opportunities.” The brandy began to glow pleasantly in my stomach. Rapidly I was getting my strength back. I have, though I say it myself, very good powers of recovery. I have been known to fuck for a second time after an interval of no more than two or three minutes. The Boss and I were alone in the playroom, Simone having been despatched to take a shower, give herself a douche and ‘pretty up’ generally.
“I’m expecting Cassim along shortly,” the Boss informed me. “My, my, what an exciting afternoon I’m having,”
I grinned, then finished my brandy. The boss poured me another, which I took more slowly. Then Simone returned. As she must be when entering the Master’s presence in that room, she came in on hands and knees.
“Stand up,” ordered the Boss. Then he gave me some lacquer remover.“Clean her up, please, Hans.” he said.
“Sure,” I said and quickly set about removing the pink varnish off her nipples and sex lips. The Boss handed her a brandy as well.
“Drink that,” he said without enquiring whether it was what she wanted or not. But Simone drank greedily - which was understandable - almost choking. Her features quivered a little as her eyes lighted on me. I could still feel the sensation of her liquid-warm cunt and no doubt she could still feel the hardness of my cock.
“Cassim will be along shortly,” announced the Boss, “So you’re going to get a second fucking this afternoon, my slave.”
Simone’s features twitched and a tic in her cheek started up.
„Meanwhile, while we’re waiting, we can finish off what you began.” He sat back in the chair and opened his kimono. He’s pretty gross but I’ve got used to it. Not pleasant for a woman to have to handle though.
“Put some oil on those lovely knockers of hers, please, Hans,” said the Boss. I was only too happy to oblige. I kneaded it in, squeezing hard. She gasped and moaned but I didn’t let up. Then the Boss motioned her to kneel before him. Simone did so, then leaned forward a little and took the Boss’s cock between her breasts. He looked pleased, as well he might.
“Get to work, my beauty,” he said thickly. Simone did just that, undulating her torso up and down in a sinuous motion. I could see she was squeezing her tits hard together. Must have felt very nice. I picked the switch off the table and lightly tapped Simone’s bottom with it. The flesh flinched and twitched. Each paddle mark, intersected by a weal, was very vivid against the curvaceous whiteness. It really is a marvellous ass!
“Hope you’re pleasing my Boss real good,” I said, “otherwise I might have to use this.” I gave her a harder sting with the whalebone ... and the Boss grinned approvingly. His jowls began to quiver and he was breathing faster. Yes ... he was having a real good time, I could see that. It certainly is a great life when you can have slave-girls around who you can do this kind of thing to, just whenever you want. Admittedly they weren’t my slave-girls, but I knew I could do whatever I liked with them. Nice ... very nice. Apart from a few slaps, though, we Overseers are not allowed to punish them without getting an order from Mr. Osman, Madame Melissa or Zelda, the chief Overseer.
“Go for it, girl!” said the Boss in a gasping voice. He was getting very red in the face and perspiring. Panting with her own efforts, Simone increased her pace. The Boss was certainly getting a right tossing off and, to make sure she kept at it until the end I kept sawing the whalebone switch across her quivering bottom. The Boss came to a growling-groaning climax, his haunches jerking, his thighs quivering with that divine weakness of release. Simone made herself keep her tits at work until she had drained him dry ... even though they got covered with his semen, as did her neck, chin and face. Not exactly pleasing for her, but that didn’t really matter.
The Boss lay back panting and sweating, chest heaving. I could see he was well content and put the switch back on the table. Then I pulled Simone off by her hair.
“Go and get cleaned up again,” I said. She stumbled out, sobbing. Her afternoon was not finished yet. She still had Cassim to come. The phone rang and the Boss indicated that I should answer it.
“Hans here,” I said.
“Is the Master available?” enquired a cool, authoritative voice. It was Madame Melissa ... once a slave-girl herself but now the very commanding Boss’s wife. I raised an eyebrow at the Boss who held his hand out for the receiver.
“Quentin ... is it convenient?”
I could hear Madam’s voice clearly.
“Good timing, Mel,” he said, “Simone’s just finished tossing me off with her tits.”
“My, my, the things you get up to! Is she behaving herself?”
“Not bad ... not bad. Improving all the time.”
“She’d better,” said Madame in a voice of steel, “or that arrogant cow will have me to deal with.”
“I wouldn’t envy her,” smiled the Boss. “Was there something?”
“I feel like going out. Shall we have dinner at the Casino?”
“Why not, my love. Let’s have drinkies about nine. Then we can go.”
“Fine! Julia would send her love but her mouth is engaged. She’s giving me a beautiful tonguing.”
“Lucky you ...” As the receiver went down, Simone came crawling back into the Playroom. What an ocean of difference there was between her existence and that of Madame Melissa! At that moment a buzzer sounded and the light flashed over the door. That would be Cassim. Again, good timing.
“Get your arse in the air,” ordered the Boss crisply. I’d got word a little earlier that the Boss wanted me down in his quarters. That pleased me for it more or less certainly meant that I was going to have to fuck the arse off that new bint he had recently acquired. Her name’s Simone and she was a right hoity-toity bitch when she arrived. It’s great to be able to help to cut her down to size. When I was let into what the Boss likes to call his Playroom, I saw that he was already having some fun. This Simone had got her lovely big knockers wrapped around his cock and she was massaging it with them. You can’t help admiring the old buzzard. He’s full of ideas... and energy. I call him old but he’s not really all that old. In his early fifties, I reckon. He’s only old when compared to me; and he’s got plenty of stamina, buttressed by all the pills and pink ‘uns Madame Melissa lays on for him. He can fuck like a man half his age. Seeing me striding in bollock naked was obviously a shock for Simone. Her mouth opened, her eyes dilated in dread. It was nice to see. What was more, she stopped her massaging movements. This seemed to annoy the Boss no end.
“Did I tell you to stop, slave!” he bellowed.
Simone’s head jerked to the right and his palm fell across one cheek, then it jerked back again as he she got a backhander. “No, Master ... no ... I beg forgiveness” ... wailed Simone.
Her tits were now swinging free and I could see they were coated with oil. They were a couple of real beauties. Some time, I’d have her toss me off with them, I reckoned.
“Get your arse in the air,” ordered the Boss crisply.Simone didn’t delay about that, as she almost certainly would have done in the early days ... when her sense of modesty was a good deal keener. Nowadays, she preferred to comply rather than be caned. Sensible! I moved round to look at her, with her bottom sticking up as high as possible and her thighs spread wide. For a moment, I almost laughed at what I saw. Would you believe it, but the Boss had painted her cunt lips a bright pink! What a caution he is! Doubtless he enjoyed doing it no end. And why not?
“Pretty, eh, Hans?” he enquired, grinning up at me.
“Sure, Boss,” I grinned back.
“Inviting, you might say. I expect you’ll accept the invitation shortly.”
“If that’s what you want, Boss, “ I said happily.
“Pick up that paddle, Hans,” he said, gesturing to the table, “and lay it hard on this insolent bitch’s backside. You’ll see two red roundels already there. Kindly overlay them precisely.”
“Sure, Boss,” I said as I picked up the paddle. It’s a meaty thing with a flexible handle. Half an inch thick. Must hurt like hell! I saw the two bright red roundels and also saw Simone’s bottom give a quivering twitch of dread. Then I raised the paddle and brought it down with full force on the right-hand roundel, ebony side down.
Ssssspppppllllaaaaattttt! Simone yelped loudly, her right leg kicking out as she squirmed down.
“Bottom up, girl!” I rapped out ... and up it came. Oh, so unwillingly! Sssspppppllllaaaaattttt! I overlaid the roundel on the left buttock cheek and this produced another agonised and more involuntary squirming. Simone remained kneeling there, sobbing softly, head almost drooping to the floor. The two roundels had changed in colour... from bright red to deep red with a little fringe of purple. I patted one and it was like placing one’s hand on a warm stove.I could see the Boss had got his hands under her and was squeezing her pendulous tits.
“When I am making use of these,” he almost growled, “you don’t stop unless I give you the order. Understand?”
It was all part of her slave training, of course. The Master was always right, the slave invariably wrong.
“Y-Yes ... mmm ... mmmfff ... M-Master,” sobbed Simone, “I ... I humbly beg pardon, M-Master ...”
The girl was certainly learning, I thought. It was a nice piece of verbal submission. The Boss looked complacent as he went on squeezing.
“I should think so, too,” he said. Then he winked at me. He grabbed hold of a hank of Simone’s dark hair and pulled up her head, gazing close into her face.
“Well, slave,” he said, “You’ve had a brief glimpse of what’s coming to you. Now go and take a closer look.”
I liked the sound of that and I was already beginning to thicken. Simone swivelled around on the cushion upon which she was kneeling and came face to face with my swelling cock. Her mouth was loose, her features quivering and twitching out of control.
“Kiss it. Then lick it till it’s fully up,” ordered the Boss. A gratifying order to hear; for me at any rate! I took hold of Simone’s rich, thick hair and hauled her closer. Then I felt her lips pressing to my prick. She’s improved a lot since she’s first had to do it. The mouth was wet and open, pressing with seeming enthusiasm. Oh, how many canings before it had come to this! I began to thicken and stiffen rapidly.
“Now lick it, slave,” I said simply. Simone began to lick ... long laves of her projecting tongue, from my balls to my knob. I quivered and jerked with pleasure as she brought me to full erection. Looking down, I could see her nostrils f laring and her features contorted in horrified revulsion. That was good to see. Simone was not liking having to do this, one little bit!
“Well done, Hans,” said the Boss, as if I had achieved something exceptional. “That really is a whopper, isn’t it, my slave?”
A moaning-groan came from Simone who was still licking zealously. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw the Boss pick up a slim whalebone switch off the table; he slashed it rapidly across Simone’s bottom, laying it diagonally across the centre of each roundel in turn. Simone screamed and her hands hovered over her squirming nates as if about to clamp. Strictly forbidden!
“I asked you a question, slave! Answer it!” commanded the Boss. I could almost feel Simone’s head reeling. What had been the question? Ah, yes, about my cock being a whopper.
“Y-Yes ... mmmmfffff ... yes ... mmmmmfffff ... M-Master,” whispered Simone.
“Say it!”
“It ... aahhh ... it’s a whopper, Master.”
“And you like a whopper, don’t you slave?”
“Yes ... uuuurrrrfff ... uuuurrrrfff ... Master.”
It was clever. The Boss was driving Simone to the brink with his interrogation. Would she snap?
“You like a whopper up you, don’t you, slave?”
“Y-Yer ... esss ... mmmmff ... mmmfff ... y-yes, Master.”
“Say it!”
“I ... aaaghhh ... like a wh-whopper ... up me ...” moaned Simone.
The Boss was smiling contentedly. “Well, like it or not, slave,” he said, “that’s what you’re now going to get. Turn round and get your backside up!”
Simone obeyed but, I thought, rather reluctantly. However, the Boss didn’t seem to notice. He got the woman by her hair and was looking close into her distraught features. I was looking at the pouting pink cunt lips awaiting me. Nice ... very nice ...
“O.K. Hans, help yourself,” said the Boss. He was smiling with cruel lasciviousness. I knew just how much he liked watching his slave-girls being fucked. Watching them being broken down from loathing to liking... from **** to rapture. Slowly but surely.I knelt down, my cock as hard as a bone. I reckon there’s something like twelve inches of it when I am fully ready for action and it’s girthed as thickly as a sturdy baby’s arm. I gripped Simone by her warm, shuddering flanks and edged closer.
“Because your cunt has been made to look so inviting, I’m going to give you a really solid fucking, slave ...” I said. Simone, shuddering more, could only moan.
“What do you say?” insisted the Boss.
“Th-thank you ... oooohhh ... uuuughhhh ... thank you, Master ...”
A torrent of heaving sobs followed. I got hold of my erection and delicately guided it up and down Simone’s sex lips. She flinched and minimally twisted away. But no more than was allowed. Those lips felt a little dry but I presumed that was on account of the lacquer. I pushed in my big knob, hearing her moan, feeling her shudder. Sometimes, at this stage, the Boss would tell me to ram it right in ... up to the hilt...and this I would then do. Simone would utter a terrible undulating cry as I lay there buried in her. If I heard nothing from the Boss, I just worked my way into her steadily, an inch or so at a time, thrusting back and forth as I did so, feeling her being stretched, savouring the tight clinging of her cunt. She would feel soft but a little dry. Lubrication would come later.
“How you doing, Hans?” asked the Boss.
“ ‘bout half-way I guess ...”
“Oh, you lucky slave! Still another six inches to come!”
“Uuuuuuurrrrrff ... uuuuuurrrrrffff ... uuuuurrrrrfff... oh God no ... no ... NOOOO!”
I made several quick back and forth thrusts, almost withdrawing, then ramming back in again. Simone gasped and groaned.
“She seemed to like that. Do it again, Hans.”
I did so ... and Simone gasped again. This is what the Boss liked. Watching a girl in close-up. Seeing her slowly succumbing, no matter how hard she fought.
“Give her the rest Hans,” ordered the Boss.I was only too happy to oblige and thrust right in, my belly and f lanks pounding to Simone’s bottom. She uttered a loud gaspingcry, either of shock or pain. Perhaps both. I remained in there for about half a minute, feeling her squirming helplessly beneath me.
“There,” said the Boss gloatingly, “What a lucky slave. Twelve inches of solid-hard cock right up you!”
Moans ... whispers that might have been pleas ... I gripped the flanks more tightly.
“Now give her the fucking she deserves.” ordered the Boss. His hands went under and he began to squeeze the woman’s tits again. I gathered myself. As always I was going to have to make this good. To make sure that Simone climaxed... helplessly, hopelessly...at least once, if not twice. A pleasant enough task, you might say, but it requires stamina and will-power. It was lucky that I had shot off earlier in the day when I had had one of the teenagers give me good sucking after breakfast.
I began a series of slow thrusts ... long and steady. Simone was already warming up, getting moist. I tried not to think too much about that and concentrated on power and pace. With my head turned to one side and one cheek on the smooth bareness of her back, I could hear the woman’s breath rattling in her throat.
“I think she’s beginning to like it,” the Boss informed me.
“Oh ... no ... no ... no ...” moaned Simone. I speeded up slightly, making each entry a full thrust.
“Give her half a minute at full pace,” said the Boss. I obliged...stepping up the pace rapidly, pounding in as fast and hard as I could with Simone bucking and writhing beneath me. After a while I slowed again. The little gagging-whimpering sounds continued.
“Is she warming up?” asked the Boss.
“She sure is ...” I said. “Thought as much. The eyes are bulging and she’s glazing a bit. Time to get her really going, I think.”
“Right you are, Boss.” I summoned myself and really got to work on this ripe, plump beauty. Teenagers are all very well, but I like a woman with a bit of meat on her. Like this one had. As before, I made full-length thrusts but now I made them faster and even more powerfully. There was the loud sound of my belly slapping against Simone’s bottom.
Ssslaapp ... ssslaapppp!
Sssllaaaapppp!
Ssslaaappppp!
“Stoooopppppp ... ooooh ... stooooo ... opppppp!” Simone’s voice was beseeching.
“She doesn’t really mean that, Hans ... you should see her face. Her mouth’s open and she’s starting to dribble. Not very attractive! Bring her to the boil, Hans!”
“Sure thing, Boss.” Then I really let myself go. Simone simply could not stop herself getting hot and juicy. Quite delicious! **** at its most rapturous! There were squelching sounds every time I rammed in.
“Aaaahhhh ... hhhhaaaa ... hhhaaaa ... HHHHAAAAAA!” panted Simone, obviously fast getting out of control.
“She’s getting there,” announced the Boss. „Mouth all of a wobble, eyes wide. Oh, I think she’s loving it now. Yes, definitely. Hark at her.”
Simone had begun to utter a series of short, rapid squeals as she mounted to her orgasm ... and her bottom began to wriggle and jerk ecstatically. Delightful for me, I need hardly say. What was more, there was no need for me to hold back any more. I could feel Simone was already coming ... and she might come again as I released myself.
“You’ve got her! You’ve got her!” cried the Boss excitedly. “She’s spending like crazy, oh you beauty, let yourself really go! Oh how you love it! Oh you really do!”
Simone’s squeals began to become interspersed with sobs as she mounted to a quick but powerful second climax. As it arrived I shot my load into her depths and slumped panting down on to her moist bare back, which was heaving up and down. My God, but that was good, I said to myself as I snorted and slobbered on Simone’s white shoulder flesh. I could feel her cunt twitching and contracting as the last spasms passed. Then, as the full realisation of what had happened seeped in on her, she began to sob and moan feebly. One could almost feel the hideous shame burning within her. Her body had betrayed her and the insensate lust she had experienced could not be denied.
“Lucky girl,” murmured the Boss, “I could see just how much you enjoyed that.”
Sobbing groans from Simone. She knew all too well she had been defeated again. Doubtless she hated the Boss, doubtless she hated me... not to mention the whole world. But, above all, in those panting moments of recovery from orgasm, she doubtless hated herself most of all.
The Boss poured an enormous brandy into a cut-glass crystal goblet and passed it to me. “You certainly know how to handle yourself, Hans,” he said appreciatively. “Thanks, Boss. No sweat, really. Thanks for the opportunities.” The brandy began to glow pleasantly in my stomach. Rapidly I was getting my strength back. I have, though I say it myself, very good powers of recovery. I have been known to fuck for a second time after an interval of no more than two or three minutes. The Boss and I were alone in the playroom, Simone having been despatched to take a shower, give herself a douche and ‘pretty up’ generally.
“I’m expecting Cassim along shortly,” the Boss informed me. “My, my, what an exciting afternoon I’m having,”
I grinned, then finished my brandy. The boss poured me another, which I took more slowly. Then Simone returned. As she must be when entering the Master’s presence in that room, she came in on hands and knees.
“Stand up,” ordered the Boss. Then he gave me some lacquer remover.“Clean her up, please, Hans.” he said.
“Sure,” I said and quickly set about removing the pink varnish off her nipples and sex lips. The Boss handed her a brandy as well.
“Drink that,” he said without enquiring whether it was what she wanted or not. But Simone drank greedily - which was understandable - almost choking. Her features quivered a little as her eyes lighted on me. I could still feel the sensation of her liquid-warm cunt and no doubt she could still feel the hardness of my cock.
“Cassim will be along shortly,” announced the Boss, “So you’re going to get a second fucking this afternoon, my slave.”
Simone’s features twitched and a tic in her cheek started up.
„Meanwhile, while we’re waiting, we can finish off what you began.” He sat back in the chair and opened his kimono. He’s pretty gross but I’ve got used to it. Not pleasant for a woman to have to handle though.
“Put some oil on those lovely knockers of hers, please, Hans,” said the Boss. I was only too happy to oblige. I kneaded it in, squeezing hard. She gasped and moaned but I didn’t let up. Then the Boss motioned her to kneel before him. Simone did so, then leaned forward a little and took the Boss’s cock between her breasts. He looked pleased, as well he might.
“Get to work, my beauty,” he said thickly. Simone did just that, undulating her torso up and down in a sinuous motion. I could see she was squeezing her tits hard together. Must have felt very nice. I picked the switch off the table and lightly tapped Simone’s bottom with it. The flesh flinched and twitched. Each paddle mark, intersected by a weal, was very vivid against the curvaceous whiteness. It really is a marvellous ass!
“Hope you’re pleasing my Boss real good,” I said, “otherwise I might have to use this.” I gave her a harder sting with the whalebone ... and the Boss grinned approvingly. His jowls began to quiver and he was breathing faster. Yes ... he was having a real good time, I could see that. It certainly is a great life when you can have slave-girls around who you can do this kind of thing to, just whenever you want. Admittedly they weren’t my slave-girls, but I knew I could do whatever I liked with them. Nice ... very nice. Apart from a few slaps, though, we Overseers are not allowed to punish them without getting an order from Mr. Osman, Madame Melissa or Zelda, the chief Overseer.
“Go for it, girl!” said the Boss in a gasping voice. He was getting very red in the face and perspiring. Panting with her own efforts, Simone increased her pace. The Boss was certainly getting a right tossing off and, to make sure she kept at it until the end I kept sawing the whalebone switch across her quivering bottom. The Boss came to a growling-groaning climax, his haunches jerking, his thighs quivering with that divine weakness of release. Simone made herself keep her tits at work until she had drained him dry ... even though they got covered with his semen, as did her neck, chin and face. Not exactly pleasing for her, but that didn’t really matter.
The Boss lay back panting and sweating, chest heaving. I could see he was well content and put the switch back on the table. Then I pulled Simone off by her hair.
“Go and get cleaned up again,” I said. She stumbled out, sobbing. Her afternoon was not finished yet. She still had Cassim to come. The phone rang and the Boss indicated that I should answer it.
“Hans here,” I said.
“Is the Master available?” enquired a cool, authoritative voice. It was Madame Melissa ... once a slave-girl herself but now the very commanding Boss’s wife. I raised an eyebrow at the Boss who held his hand out for the receiver.
“Quentin ... is it convenient?”
I could hear Madam’s voice clearly.
“Good timing, Mel,” he said, “Simone’s just finished tossing me off with her tits.”
“My, my, the things you get up to! Is she behaving herself?”
“Not bad ... not bad. Improving all the time.”
“She’d better,” said Madame in a voice of steel, “or that arrogant cow will have me to deal with.”
“I wouldn’t envy her,” smiled the Boss. “Was there something?”
“I feel like going out. Shall we have dinner at the Casino?”
“Why not, my love. Let’s have drinkies about nine. Then we can go.”
“Fine! Julia would send her love but her mouth is engaged. She’s giving me a beautiful tonguing.”
“Lucky you ...” As the receiver went down, Simone came crawling back into the Playroom. What an ocean of difference there was between her existence and that of Madame Melissa! At that moment a buzzer sounded and the light flashed over the door. That would be Cassim. Again, good timing.
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