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That same morning, Quentin Osman’s sailing yacht lay far out to sea, heaved-to. A sea-anchor trailed over the stern. The morning was pleasantly warm and lolling in a deck-chair, Quentin was using a pair of powerful binoculars. He was using them discreetly, bringing them only fractionally above the ship’s rail. They were focussed on another vessel further out to sea... a small, luxury motor cruiser. It, too, was stationary.
Damn it, where is the woman, said Quentin under his breath? Why doesn’t she take a swim? He glanced at his watch. It was overdue. For this was by no means the first time that Quentin had kept this particular motor cruiser under observation.
It’s owner, he was well aware, was a wealthy young widow by the name of Madame Simone Gerard... a well-born French woman who had been bereaved some six months previously. Now she was living the life of a virtual recluse, with only her maid for company. Discreet enquiries had gleaned these facts for Quentin.
This drifting about in the motor cruiser seemed to be one of her few recreations and it suited Quentin well since he could observe her from time to time, as he was doing that moment. Occasionally, she could be seen in the Yacht Club. Always alone. Occasionally, she visited a small, very expensive restaurant on the coast. That, in fact, was where Quentin had first set eyes on her.
Instantly, he had been attracted by her looks. She was a high cheek-boned, wide-mouthed beauty. The type he liked. Rather the same style as Melissa and Julia, except she was perhaps a shade older. Maybe just on thirty, Quentin reckoned. What Quentin liked best of all was the hauteur in the woman’s features. Disdain was set upon them. Here, obviously, was a woman who, with a look, could make a man feet despicable. A worm. Her orders to the staff in the restaurant were short and peremptory. She was used to command, one could see that.
On that first evening, being himself alone, decided to take the plunge. After downing an aperitif, he walked across the restaurant and bowed before the woman’s table.
“Excuse me, Madame,” he said in his best American-French, “may a visitor to your beautiful country ask you to take wine with him?”
The eyes looked up. Oh those eyes! Deep brown. Rather like liquid chocolate. But without warmth. They were hard. Sneering, it seemed.
“No you may not,” she answered at once, and sharply. “I do not drink with strange men. Especially middle-aged Yanks.”
The rebuff had been deliberately rude. The verbal equivalent of a slap in the face. For a moment, a little confused, Quentin had got the idea she was actually going to spit in his face. She was that type of woman. He felt himself colouring slightly... then backed away.
“I... I beg your pardon, Madame,” he mumbled. Then, feeling angry and humiliated, he had returned to his seat.
The woman had not even bothered to look up at him again.
During dinner, Quentin drank more wine than usual... and felt better. At some point, the woman had left, without so much as a glance. Quentin liked the look of her figure and the way she moved with easy grace across the room.
It was then that the germ of an idea had begun to form.
Was it feasible?
Could he bring it off?
He had felt the burgeoning of excitement deep within himself. Oh... if only he could! What a woman to have. To possess!
To possess as his personal slave!
To break himself!
To train himself!
Oh God, what joy to deal with a woman of such rudeness and arrogance! Why... she was far worse than Julia had ever been! And look what he had done to her! Quentin felt his blood pressure rising several notches. But, all the same, he drank several brandies while he brooded on the possibilities.
I’ll think it over in the morning, he had told himself.
Consider the ways and means. Consider the risks. If any. Find out who she is. Watch her movements. Then, when ready... pounce.
So Quentin’s investigations had come about. So these vigils at sea had begun. Strangely, a couple of weeks after the idea had first formed, Melissa had suggested he get himself a personal slave. Well, it all fitted in neatly and, if everything went well, there would be no need to trouble Madame Vesta. This way, it could be far more enjoyable, too!
Quentin felt his nerves tingle. Through his binoculars he saw Simone Gerard making her way towards the bows. She wore, as usual, a one-piece black swimming costume, which fitted like skin to her superb body. There was no fat on her. Just her natural curves. Good firm breasts. Good taut-rounded buttocks. Excellent legs. He watched as the woman mounted the ship’s rail. For a moment, the hindquarters were thrust at him. The little black triangle delved into the cleft of the buttocks. Quentin licked his lips. One day, he said to himself, if all goes well, you’ll do that for me personally, my beauty. And you’ll be stark naked. Simone Gerard stood up, smoothing her hips, preparing to dive. She balanced easily on the rail. Quentin was reminded again of using binoculars on the ‘Paradise’, watching the bodies of nude slave-girls glistening with sweat as they scrubbed the decks below. There was something particularly fascinating about using binoculars. You were far away, yet intimately near. It must be the voyeur in me, he thought...
Simone Gerard dived cleanly into the blue water... and Quentin lowered the glasses. Then he went below and poured himself a long cool drink.
It was time to make final preparations.
Nothing too elaborate. The simpler these things were kept the better.
And, tonight, he resolved, I shall tell Melissa. I am sure she will be highly amused. And delighted!

Melissa decided on a second stimulant injection for Maria and Heidi before their training resumed an hour later. Not surprisingly, both had fainted under the strain of almost literally hanging in their chains.
But, after the injection and following vigorous massage from Hans and Cassim, both were in reasonable shape. They stood, wide-eyed with dread before Melissa who, seated comfortably, was flexing her switch in strong fingers. Both now knew, without any doubt, that they were in the hands of the cruellest of monsters.
“I think, slaves,” said Melissa, “you are both beginning to understand me. To realise fully that you are now slaves. And that, sooner or later, you will submit completely to my will and obey my orders, however disagreeable you might find them,” she paused. “Is that not so, slaves?”
Both girls nodded more or less together.
“Y-Yes... M-Mistress... ” they croaked.
For the moment, they were defeated. Too petrified with dread to do anything else but agree. To go along with what was demanded.
Pride and shame didn’t matter anymore.
What were they compared with pain?
Compared with the pain from that terrible switch she was arching before them? Oh no... no... they couldn’t bear any more of that!
“Very well,” said Melissa, with a thin smile. “We will begin by seeing if your deportment has improved... ”
Then followed the same sort of series of humiliating exercises that they had had to perform on an earlier occasion. Stretching, bending, posturing blatantly and obscenely before the lustful eyes of Hans and Cassim. But now they no longer protested, pleaded... and even rebelled... as they had done on that first occasion. Sobbing, enduring the utter abasement of it, they simply, if so reluctantly, did as they were ordered.
Melissa looked on a shade smugly... and did not call a halt for half an hour.
“Yes,” she said musingly. “You are beginning to learn. Just beginning.” then she turned to her assistants. “Can we have you nude, please boys.”
Shocked gasps. Eyes dilating. Trembling.
Now the pressure was really on.
Now they knew what was going to be demanded of them.
As before...
Oh the horror of that!
And the merciless flogging which had followed their ‘failure’!
Each girl knew in her heart that, if she ‘failed’ again, that flogging would be repeated.
Or be worse!
It was a matter of moment for Hans and Cassim to slip off the white satin pouches. They stood, arms folded, huskily naked. Proudly naked, one might say. Maria and Heidi seemed to cringe back imperceptibly before them.
“No... oohh... no... oo... ” Maria began to moan.
“Silence!” Melissa’s voice was like a whiplash. She rose from the chair. “If either slave wants to earn herself a really good thrashing, she knows how to go about it!” The voice was like steel. “I will have instant obedience and I will have complete obedience. Understand that! Right... this time, Heidi, you will go to Hans... and Maria to Cassim. Go on your hands and knees, slaves. Crawl! And each of you will ask your Master for the honour of sucking his prick!”
Groaning, the two girls went down on their hands and knees. They knew Melissa was right behind them, switch at the ready. There was no escape. No escaping the revolting horror. They crawled. Maria to the olive-skinned feet, Heidi to the white.
Their croaking... half incoherent voices could just about be heard.
“May I... mmmmfff... uurrf... h-have... have the honour of... uuuuurrff... s-sucking... your... ugh... ugh... prince... Master... ”
!You may,” answered the two young men in turn. They were, not surprisingly, grinning happily. Hans was already half in erection. He really fancied this young blonde girl and was looking forward greatly to the time when he would fuck her. Surely that would not be too delayed?
Meanwhile, things were pretty good!
Face wet with tears, nostrils flaring, mouth sagging open in horrified revulsion, Heidi took Hans’ swelling length into her mouth... and begun to suck.
She felt sick.
She wished she would faint. Die even.
But no. She simply had to do it. To her disgust, she felt the organ swelling more. Getting hard. Filling her mouth. Oh God, the knob was so big! Then Hans gripped her hair.
“Suck, little one, suck!” he said.
Heidi did just that. Most urgently. For she could feel Melissa’s switch sawing lightly across her bottom. She had to do it! She had to! No matter how revolting it was! No matter how sick it made her feel.
The knob thrust to the back of her throat. She retched. Then recovered. She went on sucking as best she could.
“Use your tongue” said Hans from above. “Come on... lick my knob as well as suck me... come on, girl...”
Heidi felt him withdraw a little, so that it was easier to lick with her tongue.
That was what they wanted!
This disgusting sort of pleasure!
Perverted pleasure!
Heidi hated with all her being. At the same time, she went on sucking. Though Melissa’s switch was no longer sawing, she knew that merciless woman was but a few feet away.
“Some improvement, I think,” came Melissa’s voice.
“Yes... ” agreed Hans.
“This one’s still a bit half-hearted,” said Cassim.
“Is that so?”
Sssswwweeee... cccrrraaaccckkkkk!
Melissa’s switch fell and, screaming hoarsely, Maria drifted away. Only to be hauled back by her hair the next moment.
“Suck, you little bitch, suck!” rasped the Lebanese. He was feeling really randy and was by no means satisfied by Maria’s inexpert efforts.
Weeping hysterically, poor Maria did her best. But it has to be said it was a poor best. Finally, Cassim was reduced to holding the girl at the sides of the head and pulling her back and forth. It was in this fashion that he ultimately spunked down her throat... holding the retching girl there until he was adequately slaked.
Heidi’s performance was rather better. Somehow, she managed to continue sucking as Hans ejaculated powerfully... but, if his hand had not held her hair firmly, it is almost certain she would have recoiled away.
“There is,” said Melissa, “a good deal of room for improvement.”
“Agreed,” said Cassim.
“Agreed,” said Hans. “Though Heidi shows some promise.”
“Is that so... good... good.” Melissa smiled at them. “Well, I think that will do for the time being. I may or may not want a further session this afternoon. No treatment. Just chain them in their cells.”
“Very well, Ma’am... ”
The iron collars were put back on the sobbing figures. One after the other, they were led out.
To face nothing but pain and misery.
To dwell with terror upon the future.
To know the bitter, bitter despair of slavery.
Melissa knew all about it. She watched the two young girls go... and was unmoved. She was now, she realised, quite pitiless. However, that did not concern her. That was how event had made her. In any case, in view of the task Quentin had given her, it was an advantage. In leisurely fashion, she made her way up to the house above. Quentin, gone sailing, would not, she reckoned, be back till early evening. He might even be later. In which case he would telephone. It didn’t matter, in any event. She had plenty to amuse herself with.
Her be-ringed fingers picked up a house-phone and pressed a numbered button. It would activate a light on the phone in her rooms and indicate in which room Julia was required. Melissa had just sunk into a soft lounger set out on the patio, when her personal slave came hurrying to her side.
“You wanted me, Mistress?”
“Why do you think I rang, you stupid cow. Of course I want you!”
“I... I... beg pardon, Mistress... ”
“Shut up! Get me a Campari and soda. Lots of ice.”
“Yes, Mistress... ”
Julia, naked as ever, bounded away, bottom swinging. She had spent the morning cleaning and polishing in her Mistress’s suite... and hoped that everything would be found satisfactory. She returned deferentially carrying the bright red drink on a tray, the ice tinkling. Her Mistress was a shade tense. That was never a good sign.
“Cigar!”
Julia took one of the slim cigars which lay in a silver box, fitted it into an ivory holder and handed it to Melissa. Then she bent forward, clicking the table lighter. Melissa sucked deeply, then puffed out. Her eyes closed, Julia stood waiting. Also tend. Intent on serving her Mistress’s slightest need.
To an outside observer, it would have been difficult to believe that these two lovely young women had once been fellow-sufferers in servitude!
Yet it was a fact.
Quentin Osman had decided their ultimate destiny. Melissa to be his wife, Julia to remain his slave. That was a situation most gratifying to the former; the latter dare not dwell upon it. The slightest sign of resentment or recalcitrance could not only earn her a savage whipping, it might also mean she would return to the ‘Paradise’ for a further ‘refresher course’.
And that last was the Fate most dreaded of all!
“I want a light lunch. Cold meats... salad, the usual thing. A bottle of white wine. Served out here”
„Yes, Mistress... ”
“And get me another Campari.”
“At once, Mistress... ”
Julia hurried off again and Melissa stretched luxuriously. Oh the heavenly joy of power! There was nothing... absolutely nothing... quite like it!
Down below were the youngsters. Shaven, ringed, weal-striped. Her doing! Here was Julia. Her complete possession. Utterly at her beck and call. Good God... she could do anything she like with the woman! Wasn’t that the most incredible thing to know? Oh yes... it was... it was... it was!
What’s more, knowing just how Julia must feel about it was the cream on the cake...
I must, thought Melissa, plan a little amusement for this afternoon. Perhaps Julia could, in some way, be involved. She would have to think about it. No problem there. Plenty of time. Lying there under the awning, shielded from the direct heat of the mid-day sun. Something nice to think about...
Melissa closed her eyes.
She was a most contented woman.

An hour later, Melissa had had her lunch and a bottle of wine. She was still stretched out on the lounger.
“Bring me the phone, slave!”
“Yes, Mistress... ”
Julia returned with the phone. Placed it on the table. Negligently, a white hand came up and Melissa dialled a familiar number.
“Hallo?”
“Madame Boite?”
“Yes... ”
“This is Madame Osman.”
“Ahh... good afternoon, Madame. It is so good to hear from you!”
“Thank you. Kindly send me two of your men this afternoon. As three o’clock.”
“Certainly, Madame Osman. Have you any preferences?”
“One coloured; one white... ”
“Certainly, Madam Osman. It shall be done.”
“Thank you.” Melissa put down the received and smiled contentedly. For one who had been through such experiences at the hands of men as she had, it was an exquisite delight to be able to pick up the telephone and order two men to be sent to her. She would pay for them. They would be her property whilst they remained in her house. That was the kind of service which Madame Boite provided. It was a kind of House of Assignation in reverse. Men did not order professional women; women ordered profession men. It was the imaginative sort of service one might expect from ‘La Belle France’!

Just after three o’clock in the afternoon, Madame Boite’s two men were brought to Melissa’s suite by Zelda. The Mistress of ‘Maison Juane’ lay sprawled naked on her bed. She was just a trifle drunk, having consumed several glasses of Kummel following the bottle of white wine at lunch. Julia was less comfortably placed. She was suspended by two hooks in the ceiling, from which ran strong cords. One cord went to a hank of her hair, the other to another cord around her ankles. She hung and swung there... a living piece of decor. Silent; tense as the bowstring curve of her body.
The professional studs gazed on the scene with shocked amazement. They were used to servicing fat, middle-aged widows or unattractive harridans. Yet this naked woman on the bed was ravishing! And that other one - who hung so cruelly - equally so!
What was this incredible set-up?
If they had not been professionals, their tongue would have already become loosened. They stood silent... wondering... whilst Melissa’s dark eyes roved over them lazily. How wonderful to be able to buy men! She looked them over, finding both adequate. Both were tall and broad-shouldered. One was milky-coffee coloured, the other white but rather tanned. Both quite good looking. Typical products of Madame Boite’s stable. It was a source of sexual entertainment Melissa used quite often. for, nowadays - Quentin apart - she loved sexual entertainment which she controlled.
Understandably, perhaps!
The door closed behind Zelda. “Strip,” ordered Melissa. “Do it in the ante-room. Then come back here.”
The two men returned. As Melissa had anticipated, they were well made in every sense. Perhaps understandably, they appeared a shade nervous.
“Come over here,” ordered Melissa.
They came and stood by the broad bed. With seeming indifference, she toyed with the long, thickly-rounded cock of the coffee-coloured man. Nothing was said, though the man looked fairly apprehensive. What kind of kinky woman was this? Was she going to want to whip him next? He wasn’t going to have any of that...
“I want it clearly understood,” said Melissa, in a slow relaxed voice, “that both of you are completely under my orders. You will do nothing without receiving an order. Nothing... sexually or otherwise. What I want, I will order. You will not attempt to please me in any voluntary sense. I am in complete charge. Is that understood?
“Yes, Madame,” they said together.
This was certainly some strange sort of woman... but what a superb-looking one! Fancy being paid to fuck this doll! Still, there may be more to it than met the eye. What about that poor bitch hanging from the ceiling?
“I am a good client of Madame Boite’s” said Melissa, “and if I am in any way dissatisfied, I shall inform her. I have little doubt both of you will lose your jobs.”
The two men looked at each other nervously. Both of them sensed that this voluptuous woman sprawled on the bed was not bluffing.
“Do I make myself clear?”
“Yes, Madame... ”
“Very well. Now... this thing hanging from the ceiling, if for your use as much as mine. Its name is Julia and it happens to be my personal slave. It will do anything you or I want it to do.”
Glances were exchanged. Yes .. this really was some kinky woman! Still... so what? It was all part of the game. Straight or kinky, you had to please them. That was your job.
“What are your names?” asked Melissa.
“Adam,” replied the coffee-coloured man.
“Jess,” answered the other.
Melissa nodded. “Very well... Adam and Jess... kindly unfasten this thing from the ceiling. Just undo the cords on the hair and ankles.”
A little nervously, a little clumsily, the two men moved to obey. They handled the silent Julia with care and consideration, lowering her gently to the floor.
“Now, gentlemen,” said Melissa, “be seated. On that couch. This thing is now going to suck you both in turn. I want to see what sort of men you are.”
Still looking faintly surprised, Adam and Jess did as they were told. This was certainly some strange afternoon. However, the thought of being sucked by the delectable young woman crawling over the floor was most pleasing.
Suddenly they saw the weals across Julia’s bottom.
Christ... a masochist! A genuine weirdo! It was the first thought of both of them.
Then Adam’s thick prick was in Julia’s mouth and she was sucking with zealous lasciviousness.
“Oh my God... what a mouth,” said Adam, stiffening quickly, “and... do you know how to use it, baby!”
He came to full erection...
“Oh boy... feel that mouth go!”
“Pull her off,” ordered Melissa crisply. And Adam did as he was ordered. A thumping great prick projected rigidly. “Not bad,” said Melissa. “Now get up and stand to one side.” Adam obeyed at once.
Now Julia swung to Jess, taking his prick into her mouth. Her one concern was to impress her Mistress with her concern and zeal. To show her that she was willing to anything... anything... that was demanded of her. That way, her Mistress might spare her just a little!
Jess was brought almost as quickly to erection as Adam had been. But he remained silent... just looking down at Julia’s bobbing head and squeezing her left breast with his right hand.
“Stand up you!”
Jess stood up. He was big, if not quite the match of Adam. Melissa looked from one to other in complacent satisfaction. Nice to think she owned everything in this room. Including the human beings!
“You... ” Melissa pointed to Adam. “Stick your cock up this thing’s arsehole.”
The dusky Adam looked slightly surprised.
“Madame?”
“You heard me!
Julia hadn’t had to be given any orders. She was on hands and knees, bottom thrust invitingly high. Available. Ready... if not exactly willing.
“Stuff it in... hard! No messing... ”
“If you say so, Madame.”
“I do say so! Get on with it, you black bastard!” Black was scarcely the correct term for Adam but it was a term simply used by Melissa to down-grade him. To show him who was boss!
The half-caste gripped Julia’s flanks. For a moment he felt sorry for this young woman he was about to violate anally. Then he remembered she must be a masochist. She must want this kind of treatment. This sort of degradation. Strange... but there you are.
That was what he was being paid for.
He positioned himself. Felt the tightness of the ring. Then lunged. Brutally. As he had been told to.
Beneath him, the woman writhed convulsively and uttered a long, gasping scream. To Adam, it did not seem a sound of pleasure. Pure pain, he would have said. How strange these masochists were! He remained buried to the hilt, feeling the quaking woman flesh under him. The girl, he realised, was sobbing.
“Thank you Adam, you may take your cock out now.”
Adam saw the woman on the bed smiling broadly. He was beginning to be slightly apprehensive about her. She was a real beauty... but a bit of a nutter, surely? Still, Madame Boite must know what she was about...
He slid out of the tight passage, hearing the woman under him groan.
“Jess... now you stick your cock up that thing on the floor.”
“Yes, Madame... ”
Jess took Adam’s place... and, in moments, Julia got his solid length into her. Another gasping cry. Another shuddering squirm of pain. This was something Julia loathed most of all.
Doubtless, this was why Melissa was having it done to her.
“Alright, Jess, take it out... ”
Jess withdrew. Then he seated himself beside Adam again. Julia remained on the floor, bottom raised high.
“I think this thing had better clean you up before we resume,” said Melissa with a faint smile. Her fingers snapped. “Slave... move! Put your mouth to work!”
With a groan, Julia crawled to the couch. Then, with mouth and tongue, she assiduously cleaned the two solid roots which had just penetrated her anally.
“So useful to have such a thing around, isn’t it?” drawled Melissa.
“I guess so,” grinned Jess. He was enjoying the feel of Julia’s mouth sucking him again.
“That will do!” rasped Melissa. “You’re always so greedy, slave! I get the feeling there’s nothing you’d like better than to suck cocks all day!”
Panting, Julia withdrew her wet mouth. Her head dropped momentarily. However, she sensed... ‘thing’ that she was... she had satisfied her Mistress adequately for the time being. And that was something.
Oh yes... it was... it was!
“Come here, slave... I need warming up before these gentlemen service me.”
Julia came crawling across the floor, insinuated herself on to the bed with a wriggling movement, slid between Melissa’s thighs... then pressed her mouth passionately to the waiting, upthrust sex. With almost feverish intensity, she thrust with her tongue. Her Mistress had to be pleased with her!
Melissa smiled faintly. Her slave was most dedicated today. Perhaps that was because, earlier, Melissa had informed her that she would whip her backside raw if she displeased her in the slightest!
“You two... play with yourselves... I want to see those cocks up!” The order was crisp, brooking no delay. Adam and Jess took hold of themselves and began to masturbate.
This is power, thought Melissa happily. I can make these creatures do virtually anything I want. The one licking me, through terror; the others, through money.
“Stop!” The hands stopped pumping. Both men were in full erection. They were certainly big. Melissa eyed them lustfully. They were just what she was in the mood for that afternoon.
Then Julia was kicked aside and Melissa slid off the bed.
“You two... lie down... on your backs... side by side... ” came the order. Adam and Jess lay down. The boots thrust up strong and solid. Melissa licked her lips. She felt melting-warm inside. Which one should she enjoy first? She decided it would be Jess.
“You, slave... get your mouth over that black cock. But don’t suck it, you greedy bitch. Just tickle the knob with your tongue. Keep it warm for me,” said Melissa with a little laugh.
Julia got on to the bed again and took in as much of Adam’s throbbing length as she could, immediately titillating it with her tongue. Alongside her, Melissa now also came on to the bed, straddled her thighs and lowered herself onto Jess with a happy sigh.
“Oh that’s a nice big cock,” she said, immediately beginning to ride. “But don’t you dare come until I tell you, you bastard. Otherwise I’ll report you. Understood?”
“Yes, Madame... ”
By God, this is certainly some woman, thought Jess... trying to think of something else but the succulence of this lovely creature undulating on top of him. Fortunately, in his profession, many clients made similar demands so he had learned to cultivate his powers of endurance. Looking up, he could see Melissa’s breasts swinging pendulously... and he watched the lust on her face intensify as her mouth sagged slowly open.
Then Melissa began to pant... and her haunches moved even faster.
“Hhhhaaahhhh... hhhaaahhhh... hhhhaaaahhhh!” she gasped, wriggling ecstatically.
Thank God, thought Jess. She’s coming. And it hasn’t taken too long.
A final frenzy of the loins, then Melissa sank down moaning contentedly. But she didn’t stay there long. As she slipped off the still rampant organ, she tugged at Julia’s hair.
“Now get your mouth over this cock, slave... ‘til I want to use it again... ” she said.
Quickly Julia slid into her new position and took the new cock into her mouth. She felt it warm, wet and throbbing. My Mistress’s juices, she thought. Jess’s hands clawed the sheets. This is some experience, he thought. These two were real goers.

Melissa began to ride Adam. Now that she had been slaked once, her rhythm was slower and steadier. The half-caste closed his eyes and summoned his will. Somehow, he was going to have to hold out.
“You black bastard... hhhaaaahhh... hhhaaahhh... you’ve got... hhhhaaahhhh... a real... donger on you... hhhhaaahhhhh... haven’t you?”
“I guess so, Madame.” Adam could not restrain a grin. It was the kind of compliment he liked.
Three minutes...
Four minutes...
And Melissa was still riding in that steady rhythmic way. Adam’s teeth were clenched. Oh God, why didn’t she come? And give him a break?
Suddenly, to Adam’s intense relief, Melissa began to whimper. He placed his hands on Melissa’s juddering bottom and jerked her up and down faster.
“Come then... come... ” he urged.
Melissa threw back her head and, with a series of loud squeals, did just that. This time she lay panting on Adam’s chest for quite some time, enjoying the feel of the hard root still sticking up into her. The, when she had recovered somewhat and moved off, Julia was summoned back to take over ‘sentry duty’. Melissa was finding it extremely amusing to have her slave perform this degradingly menial task.
“I expect you’d like a fuck, slave,” said Melissa as she began to ride Jess for a second time. Julia briefly withdrew her mouth.
„Y-Yes... Mistress... ” she said. Then the mouth went back.
“Well you’re not getting one,” said Melissa. “A couple of cocks up your backside... however briefly... is sufficient for you.”
Julia did not withdraw her mouth again. A comment seemed scarcely called for!
“Oooooo... that’s lovely... lovely... ” gasped Melissa, beginning to ride fast again. The squelching sounds were clearly to be heard. She was literally shuddering with delight. Lust seemed to be filling her whole being.
“A-Alright... alright... hhaahh... hhhhaaahhhhh... sh-shoot it to me... come on... hhhhaaaahhhhhh... shoot it!” came the half-wailing order.
Jess relaxed his will. The endurance test was over. In a matter of moments, it seemed, his own lust spilled over... and he was jetting and jetting into the frenziedly squirming passage. The room was filled with Melissa’s breathless cries of delight.
This time, several minutes passed before Melissa eased herself off.
“Clean him up,” she ordered Julia before she lowered herself onto Adam again. She was not done yet!
Slowly her smooth white haunches began to rise and fall again. This time, she told herself, it’s going to take even longer. And when I come for the fourth time, it will be the best of all.
This young black stud better hold out!

Fortunately for Melissa, he did.
And the prediction she made was correct.
Melissa was a very satisfied woman when Madame Boite’s two young men left. She settled down on the bed to sleep. Before she closed her eyes, Melissa took a final look at Julia who was once more suspended from the hooks in the ceiling.
It had been the final task of Adam and Jess before departing.
“She’s a masochist, you know,” said Melissa with an impish smile. “She likes it up there.”
“It’s amazing,” said Adam.
“Incredible,” added Jess.
“Yes... isn’t it just,” grinned Melissa. “Don’t forget to close the door behind you, boys!”