Enslaved on an Alien World Ch 02
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It was well past mid-morning before Melissa descended into the cellars. She was smartly but lightly dressed in a tight-fitting black skirt and lemon-yellow blouse, for it was her intention to go out on a shopping spree a little later on. She had her previous night’s winnings to spend!
Melissa went first to Maria’s cell, where Cassim already was. The Lebanese looked at her approvingly and Melissa smiled briefly. But no mention was made of their frolic not so long before. Maria, unchained, was kneeling on her bunk, nose down, bottom high, awaiting inspection. She was trembling as if with fever. The flesh was now a fearsome sight... purple, yellow and black. Melissa gazed at it for some time, then nodded appreciatively. She guessed that the merciless thrashing would have broken Maria once and for all. From now on, completion of her training would prove a simple matter. Of course, there would be times when she would be slow to obey, or fail to give satisfaction... thus earning punishment... but, basically, she would be obedient and submissive.
“Are you going to behave yourself properly in future, Maria?” she demanded.
“Y-Yes... M-Mistress... ” The answer was a hoarse whisper. Maria simply could not speak any louder, her terrible screams having strained her vocal cords.
“Good,” said Melissa. “We will put you to the test immediately. Kneel before your Master.”
She nodded to Cassim who removed his pouch. Melissa looked at the object which had given her such pleasure. Maria, she reflected with an inner smile, would look upon it rather differently! Gasping, wincing, the girl got stiffly off the bunk. She moved half-doubled up, finding it too painful to stand erect. Almost thankfully, it seemed, she went to her knees.
“Suck it,” ordered Melissa. “And, this time, do it properly.”
Without demure or delay, Maria, took the solid length into hr mouth and began to suck almost avidly, it seemed. Melissa strolled to and fro, flicking her crimson leather switch through the air from time to time. Just the sound of it, she knew, would put the fear of God into Maria.
Cassim came to erection surprisingly quickly in view of his exertions during the night. What a virile brute, thought Melissa. Still, having a 17-year-old suck you like that must be most stimulating!
“Any improvement?” she asked, smiling at Cassim.
He smiled back. “A very great deal,” he replied.
“Good,” said Melissa. “It just shows what a really good thrashing can do for a girl.”
Maria’s head was bobbing back and forth rhythmically, with Cassim’s coffee-coloured hand resting on it. Slowly, a lascivious look of lustful pleasure spread over his handsome features. Incredible, he thought, a few hours ago, this ravishing creature watching - my Mistress - was doing this to me, and now it was this pretty young slave! His Mistress had sucked him out of lustful devotion; this slave-girl out of abject terror of further punishment.
The results were equally good!
As his pleasure intensified, Cassim took hold of Maria’s hair. It was nice to know that, this time, there would be no recoiling. She would take everything he had to give her. That lesson had been well learnt.
The knowledge increased Cassim’s lust all the more swiftly. Soon his chest was heaving and his flanks juddering.
“Oooohhh... that’s it, my little slave... aaaahhh... yes... yes... suck then... suck... aaaahhhhh... that’s so good... ”
Eyes wide, and filled with revulsion and dread, Maria had never let up for a moment. Now, indeed, she seemed to be sucking even more avidly. Suddenly Cassim’s haunches were jerking uncontrollably.
“Aaaaahhh... HHHAAAHHH... HHHAAAHHHHHH!”
Then he was spurting into the warm-wet mouth...
And that mouth went on sucking...
And sucking...
And sucking...
Until he had nothing left!
Cassim uttered a sighing groan and pulled Maria off his now flaccid length.
“Oh yes,’ he said, looking down at the distraught features... seeing the sagging, drooling mouth, “A very great improvement!”
“Lucky for her,” said Melissa harshly. “You can take her for treatment now, Cassim.”
“Yes, Ma’am,” nodded Cassim, putting his white satin pouch back on. Then he picked Maria up and cradled her in his arms as if she were a baby. She sobbed weakly, head against his chest. Here was a girl, quite, quite defeated.
No more training for her for two or three days, thought Melissa, feeling rather pleased at the success of her methods. Maria, this time, had certainly given her all. And, in future, would go on doing so. Melissa strode out and entered the cell next door... where Heidi awaited her.
Hans stood by the bunk upon which the blonde girl knelt erect. With what incredible relief she will be seeing me approach, thought Melissa! Twenty four hours in that thing was indeed an experience one did not want to go through again!
“All well, Hans?”
“She had fainted when I came into the cell, Ma’am.”
“Ahh... I wonder how long she as out.”
“She was conscious at eight am, Ma’am.”
“Not long then.”
“No, Ma’am. I took the precaution of giving her a double injection, Ma’am.” Hans knew what was to come for Heidi, of course.
“You did right, Hans. Remove the head-cage, please... ”
There were whimpering sounds from Heidi. Like those of an over-excited young puppy. Oh that awful thing could not come off a second too soon!
First the iron phallus was unscrewed and came out.
“UUUUUUURRRRRRRR!” It was a most terrible groan. Part torment... part unbelievable relief.
Then the head-cage was removed. The pretty face was no longer pretty. It was swollen and red with tears. Even the whites of the eyes were pink. The quivering jaw kept sagging down.
“You called me a monster, Heidi,” said Melissa. “And a murderess. Would you like to repeat those words?”
Heidi tried to speak, but no coherent sound came. Just a hissing noise from deep down in the throat. She shook her head violently.
„Let me tell you, girl,” said Melissa in a grating voice, “if you ever dare remotely address me in similar fashion again, you will wear that thing not for twenty four hours but for forty eight! Is that clearly understood?”
This time, the blonde head was vigorously nodded up and down. The blue eyes, thought Melissa, were like those of a petrified rabbit before a rattlesnake. Well... Heidi would, understandably, be petrified of her!
“And now, girl, you are going to get the thrashing you so thoroughly deserve!” said Melissa.
Heidi’s eyes widened in horrified incredulity. Possibly, in her night of torment, she had forgotten the thrashing she has been promised. Possibly she simply did not believe she could be made to suffer even further. She recoiled and stark horror brought her vocal chords back to life.
“AAAAHHHHHH... NO... OOOOOOOO!”
“Put her over the block, Hans.”
“Very good, Ma’am... ” Hans lunged forward and quickly seized Heidi by hr hair, pulling her off the bunk.
“EEEEEEEEEEAAAAHHHHHHHHHH... NO... OOOOOO!”
Shrieking, kicking, Heidi was dragged into the Punishment Room. Melissa followed slowly, running her fingers along the leather of her switch. How beautifully flexible it was! How it would bit and cut! Yes, she thought, after this young Heidi, too, will be broken.
“M-M-MERCEEEE! M-M-MERCEEEEEE! I’LL DO ANYTHING... ANYTHING YOU W-WANT... I S-S-SWEAR!” Heidi was being fastened over the rough block.
First the wrists...
“MERCEEEEEE... MERCEEEE... MERCEEEEEEE!” The room was filled with ear-splitting pleas.
Then the thigh. Being pulled under the table to be secured. Tautening the buttock-flesh. The widened cleft. The twin, white, gibbous-moon curves of the bottom.
“K-KILL ME... KILL ME! AAAAHHHHHH... I C-CAN’T ST-STAND... ANY M-MORE... OOOOOOHHH... KILL ME!”
Melissa took up her stance. Sadistic pleasure flowed like sweet wine in her veins. Heidi was going to suffer as she had never suffered before. Heidi was going to experience something she was never going to forget as long as she lived.
“I’ll teach you to insult me, you little bitch!” rasped Melissa. “Ill teach you!”
Then she had began to thrash Heidi in the same merciless fashion in which she had thrashed her sister, Maria.
The strokes, left and right, fell fast and furiously. Only about a second between each.
Lashing! Slashing!
Crossing! Criss-crossing!
Long pink-red weals leaping up over the taut flesh.
Heidi shrieking dementedly.
Filling the room with awful sound. Unbelievable sound!
How could she make such inhuman noises!
Hans looked on impassively; but he was impressed by Melissa’s savagery. This trainer was a real toughie... and he had seen a few.
Sssswwweee... cccrrraaaccckkk!
Sssswwweee... cccrrraaaccckkk!
Sssswwweee... cccrrraaaccckkk!
Sssswwweee... cccrrraaaccckkk!
The white flesh of Heidi’s bottom was fast disappearing. Weal over-laid weal. Weal merged with weal.
Weals now purpling...
A final, demented, inhuman shriek and Heidi’s head slumped down. She had fainted.
“Bring her round, please Hans,” ordered Melissa remorselessly.
“Certainly, Ma’am.”
The acrid reek of smelling slats.
Choking and retching.
Gasping and heaving.
Groaning and moaning.
Heidi came back to something like life. To a world that was all Pain. Unbelievable, unbearable pain.
The thrashing was resumed...
Amazingly, Heidi endured over a dozen more merciless strokes before she fainted yet again.
This time, Melissa let her be.
Enough was enough.
Heidi was surely broken...
“As with her sister, Hans, leave her there for a couple of hours... so that she can really feel it.”
“Yes, Ma’am... ”
“Keep bringing her round whenever she faints.”
“Yes, Ma’am... ”
“After that, she can have some Treatment.”
“Very well, Ma’am... ”
Since Heidi had already endured twenty four hours of torment, Melissa decided to relieve her of another twenty four. The punishment had already been adequate. The lesson would have been thoroughly learnt.
It was, indeed, a rare act of mercy on her part!
“Been giving it to blondie?” grinned Quentin.
“I certainly have... I k** you not. That girl’s got more stripes on her backside than a dozen American sergeants have on their arms!”
Quentin recalled how Maria’s bottom had looked... and almost felt a twinge of sympathy for young Heidi. Melissa was a real Tartar!
“The training’s going well then?”
“Yes, they’ll soon be coming crawling to you, my dear. And how is your new possession, may I ask?”
“Splendid,” smiled Quentin. “She had her first taste of the cane this morning.”
“Ahh... and how did she take it?”
“Very well. She’s pretty tough... and so delightfully stubborn.”
“How enjoyable for you!”
“Yes... Simone’s going to be a real joy to break. Bit by bit. Step by step. And I shall be in no hurry about it.”
Melissa nodded. She understood perfectly how Quentin felt. He was out to gain maximum enjoyment from this woman. Why not! “Bully for you,” she said, grinning at him.
“A little later on,” said Quentin. “I’m going to take up your suggestion.”
“Oh... what was that... I can’t remember.”
“Have her fucked by Hans and Cassim.”
“Oh yes,” nodded Melissa. “But you’d better wait a bit. I’ve been making use of Cassim.”
“Yourself?”
Melissa smiled. “Last night, I must admit,” she replied. “Since you were still on the tables.”
“But he must have got over that by now,” Quentin half protested. “Even with you!”
Melissa smiled more broadly. “Oh yes, of course he would. He’s a strong young man. But, you see, I’ve been using him with Maria also. She’s just been sucking him.”
“Ahhh... I see... ”
“Give him another couple of hours... and I guess he’ll be good and ready.”
“I’ll do that. It won’t do Simone any harm to stay where she is.”
“How right you are, my darling husband!” Spontaneously, Melissa rose from her chair and kissed Quentin on his forehead. His hands ran over her nubile body. “And now I’m going out to do a little shopping,” she said. “Hold everything till I get back. You don’t mind if I watch, do you?”
“It will be a pleasure,” smiled Quentin. “Off you go, my lovely. And be extravagant!”
“Don’t worry, I will be... ” answered Melissa, dancing lithely from the room.
Since Melissa stayed out longer than she expected, Simone stayed five hours in the pillory instead of two. The muscles in her neck, back and arms, ached intolerably. But there was nothing she could do but endure the ever-mounting discomfort. And all the time the weals across her hindquarters flamed and throbbed intolerably.
Flamed and throbbed.
Burnt and smarted.
So sore! So stinging!
Oh God, how could this be happening to her!
It was impossible! Yes... really impossible!
Yet... oh yet... it was actually happening!
Little wonder that, as she lay clamped in the heavy wooden pillory, Simone was, ever and anon, racked with heart-rendering, heaving sobs.
For her, this was the end of the world!
The utter end...
But little did she know, in fact, it was only a beginning.
“I say, what a pretty sight!”
Melissa had, at long last returned from her shopping expedition, and now she had accompanied Quentin to his suite. There she gazed upon Simone’s upthrusting hindquarters, striped with weals, d****d over the leathern squab.
Fatigued as she was, Simone experienced a renewing surge of will and spirit. Her hatred of this woman was as strong, if not stronger, than that for Quentin. It was beyond all understanding that any woman could allow another woman to be treated so!
“It is rather pretty, isn’t it?” agreed Quentin smugly. “As you can see, Simone has been naughty.”
“By the looks of it, you’ve been too lenient,” said Melissa.
“Y-You wicked bitch... oooh... you vile bitch... how can you let me s-suffer like this?” screeched Simone. She was beside herself with fury. Yet quite helpless.
“See what I mean, Quentin?” said Melissa. “This cow needs a real good lesson.”
“She’s new,“ said Quentin.
“Ah yes, I suppose so... ”
“Let me out of here... you... you monsters... oooohhhh... you monsters!” screamed Simone.
“Watch it, girlie,” said Melissa, patting Simone’s bottom, “or I might ask your Master if I can take a whip to you. I don’t think he’d object... ”
“She-devil!” screeched Simone. “Y-You’re unnatural... oooh... yes... yes... you’re unnatural... how can you do this... HOW CAN YOU!”
Melissa smiled with satisfaction. Yes... this Simone had plenty of spirit. Guts and stubbornness. It did indeed auger well for Quentin... who, at that moment, was lifting up the receiver of the house phone.
“Would you ask Hans and Cassim to come to my suite,’ he said.
“Right away,” replied Zelda.
A few minutes later, the two young stallions appeared.
Simone’s eyes were wild and staring from their sockets... filled with shocked disbelief and horror. What new monstrosity was this? Surely... surely... they did not mean...
Not that!
Oohh... they couldn’t do that!
No... no... NO... OOOOOOOO!
“Look what I’ve got for you, my slave,” smiled Quentin.
Melissa smiled too. “Oh what a lucky woman you are!” she said.
“NO... oooo... stopppp this... n-no more... ” Simone’s face was a distorted picture of mingled horror and revulsion. “W-What... d-do... they w-want?” she quavered.
“Silly question,” smiled Melissa.
“You,” answered Quentin. “They’re going to fuck the arse off you!”
“NOOO... OOOOOOOO!” A high-pitched shrieking wail. Wild and useless struggling in the pillory which set the soft flesh of Simone’s thighs and bottom quivering delightfully. And enchanting sight, particularly for the male onlookers.
“Show her what you’ve got for her, boys,’ grinned Quentin.
Away came the two white satin pouches.
Long and thick dangled the two organs. One white, one coffee-coloured.
“NO... OOOOOOOO!” Another shrieking wail. “F-FOR P-PITY’S SAKE... NO... OOOOO!”
“Look a those lovely big cocks,’ said Melissa. “They’re both for you!”
Simone was looking. Eyes as round as saucers.
„Y-YOU CAN’T L-LET THEM... YOU CAN’T!” she choked.
“Who’s going first?” asked Quentin.
“We tossed for it,” replied Cassim. “Hans is going first.”
“Just a moment, boys,” said Melissa, “please pull the pillory back a bit.”
The two young giants bent and Simone was shifted further back from the wall mirror. Then Melissa pulled up a chair and sat in front of the pillory... with a clear view of simone’s distraught features. She crossed her legs winsomely. “I like a front row seat for exhibitions,” she said.
“Me, too,” said Quentin, pulling up another chair alongside.
Tears were now coursing unchecked down Simone’s face. Defiance had gone. She was now a jelly of terror.
“P-Please... please... ” she could be heard whimpering, “please don’t let them... ooohhh... please... p-please... ”
After a little manipulation, Hans had come quickly to erection. He moved forward, penis swinging stiff, and took hold of Simone’s thighs.
“NOOO... OOOOOO!” A final awful shriek.
Then, with a single lunging movement of his haunches, Hans rammed home.
Another and more awful shriek. Simone’s head was thrown up and back; her mouth sagged wide; a gasping - rattling sound in the throat; eyes starting from their sockets.
“How do you like the feel of that, my beautyful mare?” asked Quentin.
“She loves it... you can see that!” said Melissa with a giggling laugh.
Hans stayed a few moments, then his haunches began to pound in and out rhythmically.
Not too slow; not too fast.
Steadily... solidly.
Simone’s mouth sagged wider. The gasping-rattling sounds continued to come from her throat. Her eyes were matching pools of sick horror. Of utter revulsion.
Then she began to whimper like a little c***d.
Continuously.
Pathetically.
“Strange,” said Quentin, “she doesn’t seem to be enjoying it very much after all.”
“Oh don’t let her fool you!” replied Melissa. “Some women are shy about showing how much they are enjoying themselves.”
“Mmmm... I suppose so, my dear... ”
“After all, you can see what a lovely fucking Hans is giving her.”
“Quite so... quite so... ”
Hans fucked Simone solidly for over five minutes before he was forced to let go. Melissa actually clapped her hands as the moment came.
“Oh isn’t that lovely? Isn’t it?” she enquired of the distorted face before her. A face distorted almost beyond recognition.
Only retching sounds came in reply.
“I think I’ve warmed her up quite a bit,” said Hans as he withdrew.
“Good... good... ” Cassim was already in erection.
“She was a bit dry at first, I expect,” said Quentin.
“Yes, Sir,” nodded Hans.
Cassim took Hans place and went quickly in.
The gasping-rattling sound was resumed.
“That’s a black prick up you,” said Melissa informatively. “At least... blackish. I bet you like that!”
Simone’s eyes closed. Tears flooded from under the lids. Was she going to faint?
No... the eyes opened again. They seemed glazed. Unseeing.
The mouth had begun to tremble uncontrollably. Saliva dribbled from its corners. All beauty had left that lovely face. It was a living mask of horrified revulsion.
Steadily, Cassim went on fucking.
Partly because he had been exerting himself considerably in the previous twelve hours, and partly because he was an expert, Cassim rode his quaking-shuddering victim for almost a quarter of an hour. Gaining plenty of verbal recommendation from Melissa as he did so!
Then, at long last, he unleashed himself.
“What’s she feel like now?” asked Quentin.
“Pretty good,” replied Cassim. “Quite hot and juicy.”
“Right boys, that will be all then,” said Quentin.
“Thank you, Sir... ”
Hans and Cassim replaced their brief covering and withdrew, content with a job well done.
Melissa smiled at Quentin. “Your turn, I think,’ she said.
“How right you are,” grinned Quentin. “Give her some smelling salts will you? I think she’s getting a bit droopy.”
“That’s more than I can say for you,” said Melissa, catching sight of Quentin’s erection as he removed his pants.
Simone choked loudly under the action of the fumes. Her head cleared, her eyes widened again.
Then, suddenly, Quentin was in her... and her hideous ordeal was resumed.
“Oh Quentin... you’re going to make her come,” said Melissa happily.
It was something like three or four minutes later, during which time Quentin had been revelling in Simone’s hot velvet-liquidity.
“Yeh... you sure?” he panted, buttocks swinging.
“Almost sure. She’s fighting it... but I don’t think she’s going to win... ”
Simone’s breath could be heard rasping faster and louder.
“Yeh... hhhaaahhh... yeh... you could be right. Come on, my beauty... hhaaahh... hhhaaahhh... let yourself go.”
Louder and louder became the panting.
“You’ve got her going, Quentin,” cried Melissa clapping her hands.
Quentin grinned lecherously. What an exquisite joy to give this woman the pleasure she would have given anything to deny!
His haunches began to move furiously.
He could only hold on moments longer...
Oh it was too good!
“She’s coming... she’s coming!” cried Melissa exultantly.
“And... HHHAAAHHHHH... so... am... HHHHAAAHHHH... I!” gasped Quentin as his lust erupted into the squirming flesh beneath him.
Envoi
Simone’s ordeal is just beginning.
Much pleasure lies ahead for Quentin as he moulds this lovely woman to his will. For she is proud and stubborn. And she is courageous.
Submission does not come easily to her.
To obey orders is anathema to her.
Yet, step by step, Quentin is going to make Simone submit... and obey him.
Until she is his abject slave, grovelling and begging to please him.
As Julia already does.
Other pleasures await Quentin.
The two pretty teenagers, Maria and Heidi, are being prepared for his delectation. Soon those two nubile youngsters will be offering him their charms. Willing and eager to satisfy his every wish.
Melissa, of course, has Julia to play with.
To taunt and degrade unceasingly.
She has, too, a lot of young men to satisfy her insensate lusts.
Here is a world of contrast. Of absolute delight and utter despair!...
Melissa went first to Maria’s cell, where Cassim already was. The Lebanese looked at her approvingly and Melissa smiled briefly. But no mention was made of their frolic not so long before. Maria, unchained, was kneeling on her bunk, nose down, bottom high, awaiting inspection. She was trembling as if with fever. The flesh was now a fearsome sight... purple, yellow and black. Melissa gazed at it for some time, then nodded appreciatively. She guessed that the merciless thrashing would have broken Maria once and for all. From now on, completion of her training would prove a simple matter. Of course, there would be times when she would be slow to obey, or fail to give satisfaction... thus earning punishment... but, basically, she would be obedient and submissive.
“Are you going to behave yourself properly in future, Maria?” she demanded.
“Y-Yes... M-Mistress... ” The answer was a hoarse whisper. Maria simply could not speak any louder, her terrible screams having strained her vocal cords.
“Good,” said Melissa. “We will put you to the test immediately. Kneel before your Master.”
She nodded to Cassim who removed his pouch. Melissa looked at the object which had given her such pleasure. Maria, she reflected with an inner smile, would look upon it rather differently! Gasping, wincing, the girl got stiffly off the bunk. She moved half-doubled up, finding it too painful to stand erect. Almost thankfully, it seemed, she went to her knees.
“Suck it,” ordered Melissa. “And, this time, do it properly.”
Without demure or delay, Maria, took the solid length into hr mouth and began to suck almost avidly, it seemed. Melissa strolled to and fro, flicking her crimson leather switch through the air from time to time. Just the sound of it, she knew, would put the fear of God into Maria.
Cassim came to erection surprisingly quickly in view of his exertions during the night. What a virile brute, thought Melissa. Still, having a 17-year-old suck you like that must be most stimulating!
“Any improvement?” she asked, smiling at Cassim.
He smiled back. “A very great deal,” he replied.
“Good,” said Melissa. “It just shows what a really good thrashing can do for a girl.”
Maria’s head was bobbing back and forth rhythmically, with Cassim’s coffee-coloured hand resting on it. Slowly, a lascivious look of lustful pleasure spread over his handsome features. Incredible, he thought, a few hours ago, this ravishing creature watching - my Mistress - was doing this to me, and now it was this pretty young slave! His Mistress had sucked him out of lustful devotion; this slave-girl out of abject terror of further punishment.
The results were equally good!
As his pleasure intensified, Cassim took hold of Maria’s hair. It was nice to know that, this time, there would be no recoiling. She would take everything he had to give her. That lesson had been well learnt.
The knowledge increased Cassim’s lust all the more swiftly. Soon his chest was heaving and his flanks juddering.
“Oooohhh... that’s it, my little slave... aaaahhh... yes... yes... suck then... suck... aaaahhhhh... that’s so good... ”
Eyes wide, and filled with revulsion and dread, Maria had never let up for a moment. Now, indeed, she seemed to be sucking even more avidly. Suddenly Cassim’s haunches were jerking uncontrollably.
“Aaaaahhh... HHHAAAHHH... HHHAAAHHHHHH!”
Then he was spurting into the warm-wet mouth...
And that mouth went on sucking...
And sucking...
And sucking...
Until he had nothing left!
Cassim uttered a sighing groan and pulled Maria off his now flaccid length.
“Oh yes,’ he said, looking down at the distraught features... seeing the sagging, drooling mouth, “A very great improvement!”
“Lucky for her,” said Melissa harshly. “You can take her for treatment now, Cassim.”
“Yes, Ma’am,” nodded Cassim, putting his white satin pouch back on. Then he picked Maria up and cradled her in his arms as if she were a baby. She sobbed weakly, head against his chest. Here was a girl, quite, quite defeated.
No more training for her for two or three days, thought Melissa, feeling rather pleased at the success of her methods. Maria, this time, had certainly given her all. And, in future, would go on doing so. Melissa strode out and entered the cell next door... where Heidi awaited her.
Hans stood by the bunk upon which the blonde girl knelt erect. With what incredible relief she will be seeing me approach, thought Melissa! Twenty four hours in that thing was indeed an experience one did not want to go through again!
“All well, Hans?”
“She had fainted when I came into the cell, Ma’am.”
“Ahh... I wonder how long she as out.”
“She was conscious at eight am, Ma’am.”
“Not long then.”
“No, Ma’am. I took the precaution of giving her a double injection, Ma’am.” Hans knew what was to come for Heidi, of course.
“You did right, Hans. Remove the head-cage, please... ”
There were whimpering sounds from Heidi. Like those of an over-excited young puppy. Oh that awful thing could not come off a second too soon!
First the iron phallus was unscrewed and came out.
“UUUUUUURRRRRRRR!” It was a most terrible groan. Part torment... part unbelievable relief.
Then the head-cage was removed. The pretty face was no longer pretty. It was swollen and red with tears. Even the whites of the eyes were pink. The quivering jaw kept sagging down.
“You called me a monster, Heidi,” said Melissa. “And a murderess. Would you like to repeat those words?”
Heidi tried to speak, but no coherent sound came. Just a hissing noise from deep down in the throat. She shook her head violently.
„Let me tell you, girl,” said Melissa in a grating voice, “if you ever dare remotely address me in similar fashion again, you will wear that thing not for twenty four hours but for forty eight! Is that clearly understood?”
This time, the blonde head was vigorously nodded up and down. The blue eyes, thought Melissa, were like those of a petrified rabbit before a rattlesnake. Well... Heidi would, understandably, be petrified of her!
“And now, girl, you are going to get the thrashing you so thoroughly deserve!” said Melissa.
Heidi’s eyes widened in horrified incredulity. Possibly, in her night of torment, she had forgotten the thrashing she has been promised. Possibly she simply did not believe she could be made to suffer even further. She recoiled and stark horror brought her vocal chords back to life.
“AAAAHHHHHH... NO... OOOOOOOO!”
“Put her over the block, Hans.”
“Very good, Ma’am... ” Hans lunged forward and quickly seized Heidi by hr hair, pulling her off the bunk.
“EEEEEEEEEEAAAAHHHHHHHHHH... NO... OOOOOO!”
Shrieking, kicking, Heidi was dragged into the Punishment Room. Melissa followed slowly, running her fingers along the leather of her switch. How beautifully flexible it was! How it would bit and cut! Yes, she thought, after this young Heidi, too, will be broken.
“M-M-MERCEEEE! M-M-MERCEEEEEE! I’LL DO ANYTHING... ANYTHING YOU W-WANT... I S-S-SWEAR!” Heidi was being fastened over the rough block.
First the wrists...
“MERCEEEEEE... MERCEEEE... MERCEEEEEEE!” The room was filled with ear-splitting pleas.
Then the thigh. Being pulled under the table to be secured. Tautening the buttock-flesh. The widened cleft. The twin, white, gibbous-moon curves of the bottom.
“K-KILL ME... KILL ME! AAAAHHHHHH... I C-CAN’T ST-STAND... ANY M-MORE... OOOOOOHHH... KILL ME!”
Melissa took up her stance. Sadistic pleasure flowed like sweet wine in her veins. Heidi was going to suffer as she had never suffered before. Heidi was going to experience something she was never going to forget as long as she lived.
“I’ll teach you to insult me, you little bitch!” rasped Melissa. “Ill teach you!”
Then she had began to thrash Heidi in the same merciless fashion in which she had thrashed her sister, Maria.
The strokes, left and right, fell fast and furiously. Only about a second between each.
Lashing! Slashing!
Crossing! Criss-crossing!
Long pink-red weals leaping up over the taut flesh.
Heidi shrieking dementedly.
Filling the room with awful sound. Unbelievable sound!
How could she make such inhuman noises!
Hans looked on impassively; but he was impressed by Melissa’s savagery. This trainer was a real toughie... and he had seen a few.
Sssswwweee... cccrrraaaccckkk!
Sssswwweee... cccrrraaaccckkk!
Sssswwweee... cccrrraaaccckkk!
Sssswwweee... cccrrraaaccckkk!
The white flesh of Heidi’s bottom was fast disappearing. Weal over-laid weal. Weal merged with weal.
Weals now purpling...
A final, demented, inhuman shriek and Heidi’s head slumped down. She had fainted.
“Bring her round, please Hans,” ordered Melissa remorselessly.
“Certainly, Ma’am.”
The acrid reek of smelling slats.
Choking and retching.
Gasping and heaving.
Groaning and moaning.
Heidi came back to something like life. To a world that was all Pain. Unbelievable, unbearable pain.
The thrashing was resumed...
Amazingly, Heidi endured over a dozen more merciless strokes before she fainted yet again.
This time, Melissa let her be.
Enough was enough.
Heidi was surely broken...
“As with her sister, Hans, leave her there for a couple of hours... so that she can really feel it.”
“Yes, Ma’am... ”
“Keep bringing her round whenever she faints.”
“Yes, Ma’am... ”
“After that, she can have some Treatment.”
“Very well, Ma’am... ”
Since Heidi had already endured twenty four hours of torment, Melissa decided to relieve her of another twenty four. The punishment had already been adequate. The lesson would have been thoroughly learnt.
It was, indeed, a rare act of mercy on her part!
“Been giving it to blondie?” grinned Quentin.
“I certainly have... I k** you not. That girl’s got more stripes on her backside than a dozen American sergeants have on their arms!”
Quentin recalled how Maria’s bottom had looked... and almost felt a twinge of sympathy for young Heidi. Melissa was a real Tartar!
“The training’s going well then?”
“Yes, they’ll soon be coming crawling to you, my dear. And how is your new possession, may I ask?”
“Splendid,” smiled Quentin. “She had her first taste of the cane this morning.”
“Ahh... and how did she take it?”
“Very well. She’s pretty tough... and so delightfully stubborn.”
“How enjoyable for you!”
“Yes... Simone’s going to be a real joy to break. Bit by bit. Step by step. And I shall be in no hurry about it.”
Melissa nodded. She understood perfectly how Quentin felt. He was out to gain maximum enjoyment from this woman. Why not! “Bully for you,” she said, grinning at him.
“A little later on,” said Quentin. “I’m going to take up your suggestion.”
“Oh... what was that... I can’t remember.”
“Have her fucked by Hans and Cassim.”
“Oh yes,” nodded Melissa. “But you’d better wait a bit. I’ve been making use of Cassim.”
“Yourself?”
Melissa smiled. “Last night, I must admit,” she replied. “Since you were still on the tables.”
“But he must have got over that by now,” Quentin half protested. “Even with you!”
Melissa smiled more broadly. “Oh yes, of course he would. He’s a strong young man. But, you see, I’ve been using him with Maria also. She’s just been sucking him.”
“Ahhh... I see... ”
“Give him another couple of hours... and I guess he’ll be good and ready.”
“I’ll do that. It won’t do Simone any harm to stay where she is.”
“How right you are, my darling husband!” Spontaneously, Melissa rose from her chair and kissed Quentin on his forehead. His hands ran over her nubile body. “And now I’m going out to do a little shopping,” she said. “Hold everything till I get back. You don’t mind if I watch, do you?”
“It will be a pleasure,” smiled Quentin. “Off you go, my lovely. And be extravagant!”
“Don’t worry, I will be... ” answered Melissa, dancing lithely from the room.
Since Melissa stayed out longer than she expected, Simone stayed five hours in the pillory instead of two. The muscles in her neck, back and arms, ached intolerably. But there was nothing she could do but endure the ever-mounting discomfort. And all the time the weals across her hindquarters flamed and throbbed intolerably.
Flamed and throbbed.
Burnt and smarted.
So sore! So stinging!
Oh God, how could this be happening to her!
It was impossible! Yes... really impossible!
Yet... oh yet... it was actually happening!
Little wonder that, as she lay clamped in the heavy wooden pillory, Simone was, ever and anon, racked with heart-rendering, heaving sobs.
For her, this was the end of the world!
The utter end...
But little did she know, in fact, it was only a beginning.
“I say, what a pretty sight!”
Melissa had, at long last returned from her shopping expedition, and now she had accompanied Quentin to his suite. There she gazed upon Simone’s upthrusting hindquarters, striped with weals, d****d over the leathern squab.
Fatigued as she was, Simone experienced a renewing surge of will and spirit. Her hatred of this woman was as strong, if not stronger, than that for Quentin. It was beyond all understanding that any woman could allow another woman to be treated so!
“It is rather pretty, isn’t it?” agreed Quentin smugly. “As you can see, Simone has been naughty.”
“By the looks of it, you’ve been too lenient,” said Melissa.
“Y-You wicked bitch... oooh... you vile bitch... how can you let me s-suffer like this?” screeched Simone. She was beside herself with fury. Yet quite helpless.
“See what I mean, Quentin?” said Melissa. “This cow needs a real good lesson.”
“She’s new,“ said Quentin.
“Ah yes, I suppose so... ”
“Let me out of here... you... you monsters... oooohhhh... you monsters!” screamed Simone.
“Watch it, girlie,” said Melissa, patting Simone’s bottom, “or I might ask your Master if I can take a whip to you. I don’t think he’d object... ”
“She-devil!” screeched Simone. “Y-You’re unnatural... oooh... yes... yes... you’re unnatural... how can you do this... HOW CAN YOU!”
Melissa smiled with satisfaction. Yes... this Simone had plenty of spirit. Guts and stubbornness. It did indeed auger well for Quentin... who, at that moment, was lifting up the receiver of the house phone.
“Would you ask Hans and Cassim to come to my suite,’ he said.
“Right away,” replied Zelda.
A few minutes later, the two young stallions appeared.
Simone’s eyes were wild and staring from their sockets... filled with shocked disbelief and horror. What new monstrosity was this? Surely... surely... they did not mean...
Not that!
Oohh... they couldn’t do that!
No... no... NO... OOOOOOOO!
“Look what I’ve got for you, my slave,” smiled Quentin.
Melissa smiled too. “Oh what a lucky woman you are!” she said.
“NO... oooo... stopppp this... n-no more... ” Simone’s face was a distorted picture of mingled horror and revulsion. “W-What... d-do... they w-want?” she quavered.
“Silly question,” smiled Melissa.
“You,” answered Quentin. “They’re going to fuck the arse off you!”
“NOOO... OOOOOOOO!” A high-pitched shrieking wail. Wild and useless struggling in the pillory which set the soft flesh of Simone’s thighs and bottom quivering delightfully. And enchanting sight, particularly for the male onlookers.
“Show her what you’ve got for her, boys,’ grinned Quentin.
Away came the two white satin pouches.
Long and thick dangled the two organs. One white, one coffee-coloured.
“NO... OOOOOOOO!” Another shrieking wail. “F-FOR P-PITY’S SAKE... NO... OOOOO!”
“Look a those lovely big cocks,’ said Melissa. “They’re both for you!”
Simone was looking. Eyes as round as saucers.
„Y-YOU CAN’T L-LET THEM... YOU CAN’T!” she choked.
“Who’s going first?” asked Quentin.
“We tossed for it,” replied Cassim. “Hans is going first.”
“Just a moment, boys,” said Melissa, “please pull the pillory back a bit.”
The two young giants bent and Simone was shifted further back from the wall mirror. Then Melissa pulled up a chair and sat in front of the pillory... with a clear view of simone’s distraught features. She crossed her legs winsomely. “I like a front row seat for exhibitions,” she said.
“Me, too,” said Quentin, pulling up another chair alongside.
Tears were now coursing unchecked down Simone’s face. Defiance had gone. She was now a jelly of terror.
“P-Please... please... ” she could be heard whimpering, “please don’t let them... ooohhh... please... p-please... ”
After a little manipulation, Hans had come quickly to erection. He moved forward, penis swinging stiff, and took hold of Simone’s thighs.
“NOOO... OOOOOO!” A final awful shriek.
Then, with a single lunging movement of his haunches, Hans rammed home.
Another and more awful shriek. Simone’s head was thrown up and back; her mouth sagged wide; a gasping - rattling sound in the throat; eyes starting from their sockets.
“How do you like the feel of that, my beautyful mare?” asked Quentin.
“She loves it... you can see that!” said Melissa with a giggling laugh.
Hans stayed a few moments, then his haunches began to pound in and out rhythmically.
Not too slow; not too fast.
Steadily... solidly.
Simone’s mouth sagged wider. The gasping-rattling sounds continued to come from her throat. Her eyes were matching pools of sick horror. Of utter revulsion.
Then she began to whimper like a little c***d.
Continuously.
Pathetically.
“Strange,” said Quentin, “she doesn’t seem to be enjoying it very much after all.”
“Oh don’t let her fool you!” replied Melissa. “Some women are shy about showing how much they are enjoying themselves.”
“Mmmm... I suppose so, my dear... ”
“After all, you can see what a lovely fucking Hans is giving her.”
“Quite so... quite so... ”
Hans fucked Simone solidly for over five minutes before he was forced to let go. Melissa actually clapped her hands as the moment came.
“Oh isn’t that lovely? Isn’t it?” she enquired of the distorted face before her. A face distorted almost beyond recognition.
Only retching sounds came in reply.
“I think I’ve warmed her up quite a bit,” said Hans as he withdrew.
“Good... good... ” Cassim was already in erection.
“She was a bit dry at first, I expect,” said Quentin.
“Yes, Sir,” nodded Hans.
Cassim took Hans place and went quickly in.
The gasping-rattling sound was resumed.
“That’s a black prick up you,” said Melissa informatively. “At least... blackish. I bet you like that!”
Simone’s eyes closed. Tears flooded from under the lids. Was she going to faint?
No... the eyes opened again. They seemed glazed. Unseeing.
The mouth had begun to tremble uncontrollably. Saliva dribbled from its corners. All beauty had left that lovely face. It was a living mask of horrified revulsion.
Steadily, Cassim went on fucking.
Partly because he had been exerting himself considerably in the previous twelve hours, and partly because he was an expert, Cassim rode his quaking-shuddering victim for almost a quarter of an hour. Gaining plenty of verbal recommendation from Melissa as he did so!
Then, at long last, he unleashed himself.
“What’s she feel like now?” asked Quentin.
“Pretty good,” replied Cassim. “Quite hot and juicy.”
“Right boys, that will be all then,” said Quentin.
“Thank you, Sir... ”
Hans and Cassim replaced their brief covering and withdrew, content with a job well done.
Melissa smiled at Quentin. “Your turn, I think,’ she said.
“How right you are,” grinned Quentin. “Give her some smelling salts will you? I think she’s getting a bit droopy.”
“That’s more than I can say for you,” said Melissa, catching sight of Quentin’s erection as he removed his pants.
Simone choked loudly under the action of the fumes. Her head cleared, her eyes widened again.
Then, suddenly, Quentin was in her... and her hideous ordeal was resumed.
“Oh Quentin... you’re going to make her come,” said Melissa happily.
It was something like three or four minutes later, during which time Quentin had been revelling in Simone’s hot velvet-liquidity.
“Yeh... you sure?” he panted, buttocks swinging.
“Almost sure. She’s fighting it... but I don’t think she’s going to win... ”
Simone’s breath could be heard rasping faster and louder.
“Yeh... hhhaaahhh... yeh... you could be right. Come on, my beauty... hhaaahh... hhhaaahhh... let yourself go.”
Louder and louder became the panting.
“You’ve got her going, Quentin,” cried Melissa clapping her hands.
Quentin grinned lecherously. What an exquisite joy to give this woman the pleasure she would have given anything to deny!
His haunches began to move furiously.
He could only hold on moments longer...
Oh it was too good!
“She’s coming... she’s coming!” cried Melissa exultantly.
“And... HHHAAAHHHHH... so... am... HHHHAAAHHHH... I!” gasped Quentin as his lust erupted into the squirming flesh beneath him.
Envoi
Simone’s ordeal is just beginning.
Much pleasure lies ahead for Quentin as he moulds this lovely woman to his will. For she is proud and stubborn. And she is courageous.
Submission does not come easily to her.
To obey orders is anathema to her.
Yet, step by step, Quentin is going to make Simone submit... and obey him.
Until she is his abject slave, grovelling and begging to please him.
As Julia already does.
Other pleasures await Quentin.
The two pretty teenagers, Maria and Heidi, are being prepared for his delectation. Soon those two nubile youngsters will be offering him their charms. Willing and eager to satisfy his every wish.
Melissa, of course, has Julia to play with.
To taunt and degrade unceasingly.
She has, too, a lot of young men to satisfy her insensate lusts.
Here is a world of contrast. Of absolute delight and utter despair!...
Gert
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