Enslaved on an Alien World Ch 02
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“Well... well... things seem to be progressing satisfactorily!”
Quentin’s voice was jovial as, a few minutes later, he came strolling into the Training Room. He regarded the scene with sardonic amusement. Melissa had certainly got down to work fast!
Heidi was still kneeling before Cassim and the Syrian now had a grip on her long, blonde hair. Also, he had come to full erection and Heidi, having taken his knob into her mouth and, with evident distaste, had begun to suck. Her blue eyes were bulging in horror but the awful sounds which had come from her sister whilst Melissa mercilessly applied her switch had thoroughly convinced her of the advisability of doing as she had been told!
Maria, having been released from the bench by Zelda and given a second - and most necessary - stimulant injection, was being dragged back towards Hans.
“Now, my girl,” said Melissa, giving Quentin a friendly, welcoming wave, “I will repeat my order.” Her switch tapped lightly on the brunettes quaking buttocks as Zelda forced her to her knees before Hans. Those buttocks were now a dreadful sight. A mass of red-purple weals with scarcely a fraction of white skin, except on the lower parts of her thighs. “Kiss that prick!”
Hans still stood nonchalantly, hands on hips, solid penis dangling. He looked down at Maria, whose face was unrecognisable in its mask of pain, shock and horror. The tears were copious; the mouth an uncontrolled letter-box slit of torment. The crew-cut, blonde German ‘god’ took her by her hair.
“Come on, little one,” he said. “It won’t be long before you like doing it!”
The warm-wet mouth came to the male flesh. Spread and pressed there.
“Kiss it,” insisted Melissa. All the way up and down. And lick it...”
Somehow, Maria forced herself to do so. For the moment, at least, she was defeated. She wanted no more pain. No more pain like that. It had been beyond all believing. And she could still feel, as a warning, that excrutiating switch sawing across her blazing flesh. Forcing down nausea which rose repeatedly, she kissed and kissed. Then she began to lick... realising that the big, revolting length was starting to swell. Oh dear God, the monstrous obscenity of it all! Oh dear God, how was it possible she was undergoing such agonies, such vileness!
Melissa winked at Quentin. “Maria said she couldn’t kiss Hans’ prick,” she said. “I changed her mind for her.”
“So I see,” smiled Quentin.
His eyes went down the curvaceous young bottom. It certainly was in a state! No wonder the girl had been persuaded to change her mind! Melissa was obviously playing it tough from the outset.
“Get more of it in, girl!” ordered Melissa, moving along and giving Heidi’s bottom a sharp cut with the switch.
Heidi yelped and jerked... but, half-retching, managed to take in another inch or two of Cassim’s hard length.
“Suck, my little one, suck... ” he urged, grinning down.
“How is she doing?” enquired Zelda.
“Not bad... not bad,” nodded Cassim.
“First time, you reckon?”
“Maybe... maybe not...”
Meanwhile, Melissa had turned her attention back to Maria. Hans was now halfway to erection. “Get hold of it, slave,” she suddenly rasped, “and get it down your gullet!”
Maria screamed, half twisting away, as she got a similar sharp cut to Heidi. But Hans maintained his grip on her hair and the searing pain was sufficient to force Maria to overcome her choking reluctance and take a further step down the path of degradation. Sobbing, she forced the pink-mauve phallic head between her wet lips.
“Suck it... suck it!” demanded Melissa.
Maria sucked, her throat working convulsively, her eyes screwed tight shut as they squirted tears. Her nostrils were wide and quivering. Now, swiftly, Hans came to full erection.
“Take more of it... more I say... and suck harder!”
The switch sawed over the twitching flesh... a relentless reminder that could bring instant agony. Her mind in a turmoil, her whole being in revulsion, Maria nevertheless contrived to make herself obey the monstrous and disgusting orders.
“Very pretty,” murmured Quentin, grinning hugely.
Melissa grinned back. “I’m glad you think so, my dear,” she said.
“You’re making faster progress than I expected.”
“But they’ve still got a lot to learn.”
“Oh yes, I’m sure.”
The couple looked down with possessive condescension on the two kneeling naked girls... hearing the sobs and retches as well as the sucking of their mouths... seeing the incessant stream of tears as well as the repeated twitch-and-quiver of agonised flesh.
A quite delectable sight!
Zelda’s features remained impassive. As did those of Hans and Cassim. Even if there was a look of pleasure and expectancy in both their lusting eyes. It always was a great delight to have a new girl forced to go down to one!
“Suck harder... suck harder!” came Melissa’s commanding voice. “Come on... get more of it in... more of it, I say! Unless either of you want another damn good hiding... ”
The threat was sufficient to drive both girls to even greater efforts, revolting as they might find them. Maria, with a hand grasping Hans’ root, had at least four inches of him inside her mouth; Heidi, with hands pressed to Cassim’s olive-skinned thighs, seemed to have taken in even more.
“Suck... suck!”
The switch swung and whistled shrilly. The sound of it drove icicles of terror into both young hearts. They had to go on... they had to! No matter if every nerve rebelled; no matter how impossible it seemed. They had to!
“All the way?” murmured Quentin.
Melissa nodded. “Yes,” she replied, “though I doubt if either of them will make it
The lust on the features of both Cassim and Hans was steadily intensifying. Cassim, who had had Heidi’s mouth clamped to his organ for longer than Hans had had Maria’s, was beginning to shudder with lustful pleasure. He looked towards Melissa... who nodded and smiled. Cassim took an even tighter grip of Heidi’s blonde hair.
“Suck it... suck it... you little bitch,” he grunted, “suck... suck... suck... ooohh... yes... that’s it... ahhh... yes... suck it... suck it... ”
Snorting... groaning... panting... Heidi did just that. She went on and on. Never knowing how long it was to continue. Wishing every moment was the last one. In terror, in loathing, in revulsion, she co-operated in this **** of her mouth.
And, alongside her, her elder sister was doing likewise.
Oh how unspeakable!
Oh how abominable!
Yet it was happening... it was happening!
Cassim’s haunches had begun to shudder and jerk a little. Once having been given the signal for release by Melissa, his lust mounted fast and furiously. He climbed to new peaks of pleasure... all the more stimulated by the knowledge that the girl who sucked him was only eighteen years old.
Oh what a heavenly thought that was!
And oh... ooohhh... how wonderful it was to have his big prick in her mouth. To feel those sucking lips, that flickering tongue. Hot, wet and lovely. Ohh... too lovely. He couldn’t hold out. He just couldn’t!
But then, why should he?
There was no need... .
“H-Haaa...aaaaahhhhhh...” he gasped, knees sagging a little.
Melissa smiled, a shade grimly. Would this inexperienced one be able to take it? Not yet, she reckoned. She would have to be taught to suck and suck until the last drop had spurted.
“Aaaaaahhhhhh...”
Cassim came to a jerking climax. But, at the first jet of lust, Heidi’s mouth twisted and turned away. Wildly she threw back her head, screeching out. The jets hit her neck, spraying and running down over her breasts. The girl shuddered and twisted in revulsion - horror, eyes staring wild.
“Not good enough!” rasped Melissa.
Sagging lower at the knees, groaning, Cassim seemed not to care. He had shot his bolt... it had been quite delicious...
“Haul her up, Cassim.”
The Syrian recalled he was not there merely for his own pleasure. He twisted a hank of Heidi’s blonde hair around his wrist... and pulled her up high, taking the strain on his muscular arm.
“You don’t do that,” cried Melissa, “you go on sucking... and... sucking... until it’s all over... ”
The switch whiplashed down across Heidi’s threshing buttocks.
“Sucking... ”
“And sucking... ”
“And sucking... ”
The switch whistled down again and again as Melissa rasped out the words.
“Sucking... ”
“Sucking... ”
“Sucking... ”
Heidi shrieked in agony, twisting like an eel on the end of Cassim’s outstretched arm... upon which the bicep quivered with strain.
“Yes... you go on sucking...”
“And sucking... ”
“And sucking... ”
“And if you don’t... ”
“I’ll flay you to ribbons...”
“To ribbons... do you hear, girl... ?”
“To ribbons!”
Swwweee...craaacccck! Sswwweee.... craccccck!
Buttocks... thighs...buttocks... thighs... .
Swee...craccck! Ssweeeee.... craccccckkkkk!
Buttocks... thighs...buttocks... thighs
“MERCEEEEEEE...AAAAAGGHHHHH... MERCEE... EEEEEEEEEEE!”
Cassim surveyed the contorted young face with seeming indifference, as the juddering, honey-coloured body, so lush and shapely, so young and resiliently vibrant, threshed and twisted frenziedly under the relentless, sweeping strokes from the switch.
Melissa, teeth clenched, went on thrashing the shrieking girl until flesh and blood could stand no more.
Until Heidi at last fell senseless...
Hanging like a puppet on the end of her string, suspended by her long hair and Cassim’s gripping hand.
It was at that moment that Hans, looking Germanically stoical, erupted... and, as Heidi had involuntarily done, Maria also twisted away in horrified disgust. Again the semen splayed and splashed... over face, neck and breasts. And again Melissa leapt into action in a kind of fury.
The switch began to fall across Maria’s tormented flesh.
“Keep sucking... ”
“Sucking... ”
“Sucking... ”
“Till the end!”
Swweee...craccckkkk...Sswwweee...cracccckkk!
“Do you hear me, you bitch!”
“Do you?”
“Do you?”
Sssswwweeeee...cccraaccccckk! Ssssweeee...eeeeccckraccckk!
“You’ll do it...”
“You will!”
“You’ll do it....”
“You will! You will!”
In her turn, Maria fell senseless. And a little earlier than her sister had done. Her hindquarters had become a horrendous mass of weals. And now, in many places, the skin had broken and the blood was trickling. Carelessly, almost casually, Melissa tossed away her switch. She was well aware of the severity she had employed. It had been deliberate. She knew this was something that neither of these youngsters would ever forget. And, since she was determined to have them eating out of her hand in no time at all, that suited her well.
Melissa smiled at Quentin.
“Don’t worry,” she said, “They’ll be crawling to you before long.”
“So I should imagine,” grinned Quentin. “You don’t play around, do you?”
“No,” replied Melissa complacently. “That’s not my way. These two little beauties are going to learn that they are slaves. And act like slaves. And fast!”
“Fair enough, dear wife,” said Quentin. “May I ask if you have finished for the time being?”
“I have,” replied Melissa. She turned to Zelda. “Give them treatment. Then sedation for forty-eight hours. After that, we’ll resume training.”
“Very well, Ma’am,” answered Zelda deferentially. She had been impressed by her new Mistress’s ferocity. This one was as tough a she-devil as she’d ever come across. The equal of Miss Judith on the ‘Paradise’ any day. She wondered where this woman had acquired her expertise.
Quentin took Melissa’s arm and guided her from the Training Room. Had she ever been treated quite so brutally in her earliest days, he wondered? It was doubtful.
“What would you like to do now?” he enquired.
“Split a bottle of champagne,” smiled Melissa, who was still bubbling inside from the sadistic pleasure she had just enjoyed. Oh God, how wonderful it was to do just what you wanted with a young girl’s body! To thrash and thrash and thrash... until your arm was too weak or they had fainted away! Oh the joy of utter power!
“You’re trembling,” remarked Quentin, as he led his wife up the stairs.
“Yes,” acknowledged Melissa, “with pleasure... ”
Quentin smiled contentedly.
He understood.
“Rien va plus...”
With glittering green eyes, Melissa watched the roulette wheel spinning whilst she gently clinked the square plaques she held in her ivory-white hand. The jewels on her fingers glinted as she did so... and she was receiving many covert glances of admiration and envy. She had won a lot of money that evening. Something over fifty thousand francs, she reckoned. Not that it mattered very much. Win or lose, there was always more to come from Quentin whenever she needed it.
Lovely thought.
But this spin was not for money...
It was for Julia. It was for Julia because Melissa had finished playing and, nowadays, the last spin decided the number of strokes of the cane her slave received when Melissa returned to her apartment. It must be said that, in this ‘game’, Melissa played fair. Even if Zero, or One, came up, that is all Julia would receive. Equally, she would get thirty six, if the little ball happened to settle into that slot.
Very much a game of chance!
Click... click... clickety... click...
The wheel was slowing. Melissa’s eyes seemed to sharpen. Her lips twisted momentarily. Then the bouncing ball settled.
“Quatorze... rouge... pair...” announced the croupier.
The chips were swept up, Melissa’s included. She didn’t mind that. f******n. Not bad. Not too bad at all. Not as good as it could have been, of course. But then, you can’t win ‘em all!
Her gold-shimmering gown catching all eyes, Melissa rose from the table. The Maitre nearby bowed deferentially. The elegant figure glided through the salon. Quentin, Melissa knew, was playing Baccarat. He might be some hours yet. No matter. They always gambled independently. She would make her own way back to ‘Maison Jaune’.
Julia, who was secured by a collar and lead to a leg of Melissa’s bed, grovelled abjectly as her Mistress returned. She rather reminded Melissa of some new puppy trying to curry favour... tail wagging, bottom wriggling. She jabbed the toe of one shoe into Julia’s flank and then unfastened her collar.
“I was lucky tonight,” she announced.
“I... I’m g-glad, Mistress,” croaked Julia, kneeling quickly erect and placing her hands clasped together on the top of her head.
Melissa smiled serenely. She knew that the only thing that Julia really cared about at that moment was whether or not she had been lucky. What number had come up on that final spin? The tic in Julia’s cheek became noticeable.
“Get me a brandy. A big one... ”
“Yes, Mistress... at once, Mistress... ”
Oh dear lord, reflected Melissa, how I know what it’s like to be ordered about in that fashion. To run naked to obey. To have the perpetual dagger of apprehension in one’s gut. To be utterly dependent on another’s whim whether one was to endure added pain or not. And, since she knew, Melissa enjoyed herself all the more!
Julia, breasts swinging, returned with the brandy goblet... fell to her knees and extended it humbly. Melissa took the drink and drank it in one swoop. Then she tossed the goblet carelessly on the floor. Instantly Julia dived to pick it up.
“Fetch me another...”
“Yes, Mistress...”
Another amber-dark goblet came.
“Have you been fucked today, slave?” enquired Melissa, sipping slowly this time.
“Y-Yes...sss... Mistress...twice by... by Cassim... once by H-Hans...”
Melissa smiled a slow smile, showing even white teeth.
“Lucky girl,” she said.
“Yes... M-Mistress... ”
“Two nice big cocks, eh?”
“Y-Yes... Mistress... ”
“You like a big cock up you, don’t you, Julia?”
“Yer... esss... y-yes ... sss... Mistress...”
“Good. I’ll see that you get it. Often.” Again that slow smile. Julia flinched under it. The hate in her heart was at bursting point. It was a terrible struggle to suppress it. Yet she managed. The worst part of it was, Julia knew, if the positions had been reversed, she would have treated Melissa in an equally cruel way, both verbally and physically.
“Undress me, slave.”
“Yes, Mistress... ”
Julia’s urgent yet deferential fingers went to work. The shimmering gown fell. The slip was removed. Then the brassiere and briefs. Melissa smoothed her curving flanks lovingly.
“You may please me, slave,” said Melissa spreading herself on the soft, silken-covered bed.
“I am honoured, Mistress...” It was an obligatory response.
“Yes... aren’t you just!”
Melissa was not particularly enamoured of lesbian practices but she liked to put Julia to the humiliation of having to perform them on her from time to time. She relaxed as the tongue probed expertly and the brandy flowed through her veins. One thing, she knew, would be paramount in Julia’s mind. That last number on the roulette wheel.
“Mmmmmm...” murmured Melissa. “Mmmmmm... yes...” She shuddered with pleasure and her soft, long thighs clamped spontaneously to Julia’s cheeks. All of a sudden, she had experienced what might be called a mini-orgasm. “That will do, slave,” she said.
Julia’s tongue stopped probing but her mouth remained submissively pressed to the warm, velvety sex-lips, awaiting any further orders that might come.
“I expect you’d like to know about the last spin,” said Melissa, after a long silence. She felt Julia give a little shiver.
“Yes... M-Mistress...”
“You’re lucky... yet not all that lucky.”
Julia said nothing. The tension within her could almost be felt through her skin.
“It was quatorze... f******n... ” said Melissa softly.
Again Julia said nothing, but a little whinnying moan came down her nostrils. Desperately she had been hoping for something in single figures. Still, at least, it was not in the twenties or thirties, as it could well have been!
“fetch the cane, Julia... ”
“Y-Yes... Mistress...”
The submissive lips left Melissa’s sex. She watched Julia’s creamy-white bottom swing and bounce as the girl hurried across to the chest of drawers where the cane was kept. Melissa had to admit it was a very good bottom. Almost as good as hers...
Julia returned with the cane, knelt, and extended the instrument with seeming deference. Melissa took the cane and flexed it.
“I am going to enjoy this,” she said. “I always enjoy caning you... Julia... you know that.”
“Y-Yes... Mistress... ” It was a mere whisper.
Melissa slid off the bed and stood up. “Bend and grip your ankles. Legs astride,” she ordered.
A deep-throated sob shook Julia, but she obeyed without hesitation. “Excellent,” murmured Melissa, tapping Julia’s soft bottom lightly with the tip of the rod. The taut flesh quivered like a firm jelly. “Now, Julia...if you keep your bottom up... and maintain your grip until the tenth... I shall give you no more than twelve. If not, I shall give you six extra on top of the f******n. Understood?”
“Y-Yer...ess... Mistress...” Julia’s hands clenched fiercely around her ankles; her nates contracted convulsively with dread.
It was, Melissa knew, a finely balanced ‘contract’. Julia was experienced enough to endure... but then, she just might not. A matter of nerves on the night. Whether, on that occasion, she could summon the necessary will. Or whether she would break...
Oh what fun it was!
Melissa measured Julia’s smooth-curving bottom with deliberation... raised her arm high... then laid on the first full-blooded stroke.
Poor Julia.
With teeth fiercely clenched... whimpering and yelping spasmodically... she endured the first eight strokes splendidly. Her hands maintained their grip and her bottom remained adequately high even though, from Melissa’s point of view, it squirmed most satisfactorily.
It was an unhurried affair. Ten seconds... even twenty... would tick away between strokes, with Julia’s nates clenching and unclenching with dread. Melissa well knew the agony of the waiting-time. Perhaps that was what finally broke Julia on the eighth stroke. Or, maybe, it was because that stroke fell precisely where an earlier one had bit so fierily.
In any event, Julia lost her grip on her ankles and fell threshing to the floor, hands clasping frantically to her buttocks.
Smiling happily, Melissa clicked her tongue and shook her auburn head from side to side.
“Oh dear... I thought you were tougher than that, my slave,” she said.
“Mercy... oh have m-mercy... M-Mistress... ” groaned Julia from the floor, her mouth half-buried in the carpet pile. “I... I couldn’t... h-help... it... p-please...”
“You know I don’t extend mercy, slave,” said Melissa evenly. “I give orders, or make conditions, and, if they are not adhered to, I punish.”
“Mercy... ooohhh... merceee...just this once... M-Mistress...” Julia was scrabbling towards Melissa’s feet, arms extended.
“No, Julia,” replied Melissa firmly. “You will get yourself over my dressing-table stool, where I shall secure you. Then I shall complete your caning. Plus the six extra I promised you.”
Julia burst into paroxysms of helpless sobs.
It was no good...
It was never any good...
There was no end to it...
Just pain, pain... and more pain!
She crawled wretchedly to the dressing-table stool and stretched herself over it. The cords pinioned her arms and thighs. Once again she was quite helpless. Once again she was to be thrashed mercilessly. For no rhyme or reason.
Except that it be her Mistress’s pleasure.
The choking sobs were already filling her throat as the first stroke fell, agonisedly.
The first of the twelve still to come.
Melissa, luxuriously ensconced between the silken sheets, was conscious of Quentin’s fondling hands. She felt no resentment, but was simply tired... and eased them away from herself.
“Sorry... ” she murmured, “I’m feeling a bit bushed... ”
“That’s alright,” replied Quentin. He was rather too full of champagne and brandy, also having had a good night at the tables. Briefly his mind went back to the days when it had not been possible for Melissa to refuse him. He smiled. It was all rather amusing. Times changed but, one way or another, one’s pleasures continued.
Life was very good...
There were those two youngsters down in the cellars. A couple of ripe young beauties, as ever he’d seen. Young bottoms. Young tits. And oh so, so sensitive. To the rod and the lash. And to rapacious hands. And they were his. To do as he liked with. Anything... anything.
No limit to sexual enjoyment...
No limit to pain imposed...
They were his... his! Completely!
The very idea brought Quentin to full erection. Damn it... what a pity Melissa didn’t want to play ball.
“Why don’t you fuck Julia?” came a voice out of the darkness.
Good Lord... why not? Momentarily, being alongside his luscious wife, Quentin had overlooked his slave-girl. The lust intensified within him. Yes... why not? There would be no question of refusal there!
“Not a bad idea,” said Quentin. “Where is she? In the lavatory?”
“No,” replied Melissa, “I leashed her to the end of my bed... ”
“Aaaah...”
“I’m afraid I had to give her a bit of a hiding earlier.”
“No matter... ”
“Don’t expect it will interfere with your enjoyment.”
Quentin guffawed as he slipped from the bed, standing naked and rampant in the darkness. “Nor do I,” he said.
He groped his way to the foot of the bed... lowered a hand and felt the softly-resilient warmth of Julia’s body. She must have been asleep, for she started violently into sudden wakefulness.
“Get your arse up,” ordered Quentin, his voice thick with lust. “Tonight, I’m not fussy. Anything will do.”
He heard Julia groaning, felt her positioning herself. He ran his hands over the hot, palpitating weals. Julia gasped.
“Honoured... M-Master... ” he heard her whispering-croak.
“Mmm... I should think so,” said Quentin.
He thrust savagely into the awaiting depths. This was his slave... his utter slave... and he was making use of her. Quentin started to grunt his a****l pleasure as he began to ram faster and faster.
Oh... oh... how delightful it was!
To possess so completely!
To ravage at will!
All any man could ask for!
In the darkness, snug in bed, Melissa smiled complacently. It was good for a man to enjoy himself as and when he wanted. And how useful it was to have a slave to be fucked when one was not quite in the mood oneself!
As Quentin’s happy, piggish grunts grew louder and more urgent, Melissa slipped contentedly into sleep.
Quentin’s voice was jovial as, a few minutes later, he came strolling into the Training Room. He regarded the scene with sardonic amusement. Melissa had certainly got down to work fast!
Heidi was still kneeling before Cassim and the Syrian now had a grip on her long, blonde hair. Also, he had come to full erection and Heidi, having taken his knob into her mouth and, with evident distaste, had begun to suck. Her blue eyes were bulging in horror but the awful sounds which had come from her sister whilst Melissa mercilessly applied her switch had thoroughly convinced her of the advisability of doing as she had been told!
Maria, having been released from the bench by Zelda and given a second - and most necessary - stimulant injection, was being dragged back towards Hans.
“Now, my girl,” said Melissa, giving Quentin a friendly, welcoming wave, “I will repeat my order.” Her switch tapped lightly on the brunettes quaking buttocks as Zelda forced her to her knees before Hans. Those buttocks were now a dreadful sight. A mass of red-purple weals with scarcely a fraction of white skin, except on the lower parts of her thighs. “Kiss that prick!”
Hans still stood nonchalantly, hands on hips, solid penis dangling. He looked down at Maria, whose face was unrecognisable in its mask of pain, shock and horror. The tears were copious; the mouth an uncontrolled letter-box slit of torment. The crew-cut, blonde German ‘god’ took her by her hair.
“Come on, little one,” he said. “It won’t be long before you like doing it!”
The warm-wet mouth came to the male flesh. Spread and pressed there.
“Kiss it,” insisted Melissa. All the way up and down. And lick it...”
Somehow, Maria forced herself to do so. For the moment, at least, she was defeated. She wanted no more pain. No more pain like that. It had been beyond all believing. And she could still feel, as a warning, that excrutiating switch sawing across her blazing flesh. Forcing down nausea which rose repeatedly, she kissed and kissed. Then she began to lick... realising that the big, revolting length was starting to swell. Oh dear God, the monstrous obscenity of it all! Oh dear God, how was it possible she was undergoing such agonies, such vileness!
Melissa winked at Quentin. “Maria said she couldn’t kiss Hans’ prick,” she said. “I changed her mind for her.”
“So I see,” smiled Quentin.
His eyes went down the curvaceous young bottom. It certainly was in a state! No wonder the girl had been persuaded to change her mind! Melissa was obviously playing it tough from the outset.
“Get more of it in, girl!” ordered Melissa, moving along and giving Heidi’s bottom a sharp cut with the switch.
Heidi yelped and jerked... but, half-retching, managed to take in another inch or two of Cassim’s hard length.
“Suck, my little one, suck... ” he urged, grinning down.
“How is she doing?” enquired Zelda.
“Not bad... not bad,” nodded Cassim.
“First time, you reckon?”
“Maybe... maybe not...”
Meanwhile, Melissa had turned her attention back to Maria. Hans was now halfway to erection. “Get hold of it, slave,” she suddenly rasped, “and get it down your gullet!”
Maria screamed, half twisting away, as she got a similar sharp cut to Heidi. But Hans maintained his grip on her hair and the searing pain was sufficient to force Maria to overcome her choking reluctance and take a further step down the path of degradation. Sobbing, she forced the pink-mauve phallic head between her wet lips.
“Suck it... suck it!” demanded Melissa.
Maria sucked, her throat working convulsively, her eyes screwed tight shut as they squirted tears. Her nostrils were wide and quivering. Now, swiftly, Hans came to full erection.
“Take more of it... more I say... and suck harder!”
The switch sawed over the twitching flesh... a relentless reminder that could bring instant agony. Her mind in a turmoil, her whole being in revulsion, Maria nevertheless contrived to make herself obey the monstrous and disgusting orders.
“Very pretty,” murmured Quentin, grinning hugely.
Melissa grinned back. “I’m glad you think so, my dear,” she said.
“You’re making faster progress than I expected.”
“But they’ve still got a lot to learn.”
“Oh yes, I’m sure.”
The couple looked down with possessive condescension on the two kneeling naked girls... hearing the sobs and retches as well as the sucking of their mouths... seeing the incessant stream of tears as well as the repeated twitch-and-quiver of agonised flesh.
A quite delectable sight!
Zelda’s features remained impassive. As did those of Hans and Cassim. Even if there was a look of pleasure and expectancy in both their lusting eyes. It always was a great delight to have a new girl forced to go down to one!
“Suck harder... suck harder!” came Melissa’s commanding voice. “Come on... get more of it in... more of it, I say! Unless either of you want another damn good hiding... ”
The threat was sufficient to drive both girls to even greater efforts, revolting as they might find them. Maria, with a hand grasping Hans’ root, had at least four inches of him inside her mouth; Heidi, with hands pressed to Cassim’s olive-skinned thighs, seemed to have taken in even more.
“Suck... suck!”
The switch swung and whistled shrilly. The sound of it drove icicles of terror into both young hearts. They had to go on... they had to! No matter if every nerve rebelled; no matter how impossible it seemed. They had to!
“All the way?” murmured Quentin.
Melissa nodded. “Yes,” she replied, “though I doubt if either of them will make it
The lust on the features of both Cassim and Hans was steadily intensifying. Cassim, who had had Heidi’s mouth clamped to his organ for longer than Hans had had Maria’s, was beginning to shudder with lustful pleasure. He looked towards Melissa... who nodded and smiled. Cassim took an even tighter grip of Heidi’s blonde hair.
“Suck it... suck it... you little bitch,” he grunted, “suck... suck... suck... ooohh... yes... that’s it... ahhh... yes... suck it... suck it... ”
Snorting... groaning... panting... Heidi did just that. She went on and on. Never knowing how long it was to continue. Wishing every moment was the last one. In terror, in loathing, in revulsion, she co-operated in this **** of her mouth.
And, alongside her, her elder sister was doing likewise.
Oh how unspeakable!
Oh how abominable!
Yet it was happening... it was happening!
Cassim’s haunches had begun to shudder and jerk a little. Once having been given the signal for release by Melissa, his lust mounted fast and furiously. He climbed to new peaks of pleasure... all the more stimulated by the knowledge that the girl who sucked him was only eighteen years old.
Oh what a heavenly thought that was!
And oh... ooohhh... how wonderful it was to have his big prick in her mouth. To feel those sucking lips, that flickering tongue. Hot, wet and lovely. Ohh... too lovely. He couldn’t hold out. He just couldn’t!
But then, why should he?
There was no need... .
“H-Haaa...aaaaahhhhhh...” he gasped, knees sagging a little.
Melissa smiled, a shade grimly. Would this inexperienced one be able to take it? Not yet, she reckoned. She would have to be taught to suck and suck until the last drop had spurted.
“Aaaaaahhhhhh...”
Cassim came to a jerking climax. But, at the first jet of lust, Heidi’s mouth twisted and turned away. Wildly she threw back her head, screeching out. The jets hit her neck, spraying and running down over her breasts. The girl shuddered and twisted in revulsion - horror, eyes staring wild.
“Not good enough!” rasped Melissa.
Sagging lower at the knees, groaning, Cassim seemed not to care. He had shot his bolt... it had been quite delicious...
“Haul her up, Cassim.”
The Syrian recalled he was not there merely for his own pleasure. He twisted a hank of Heidi’s blonde hair around his wrist... and pulled her up high, taking the strain on his muscular arm.
“You don’t do that,” cried Melissa, “you go on sucking... and... sucking... until it’s all over... ”
The switch whiplashed down across Heidi’s threshing buttocks.
“Sucking... ”
“And sucking... ”
“And sucking... ”
The switch whistled down again and again as Melissa rasped out the words.
“Sucking... ”
“Sucking... ”
“Sucking... ”
Heidi shrieked in agony, twisting like an eel on the end of Cassim’s outstretched arm... upon which the bicep quivered with strain.
“Yes... you go on sucking...”
“And sucking... ”
“And sucking... ”
“And if you don’t... ”
“I’ll flay you to ribbons...”
“To ribbons... do you hear, girl... ?”
“To ribbons!”
Swwweee...craaacccck! Sswwweee.... craccccck!
Buttocks... thighs...buttocks... thighs... .
Swee...craccck! Ssweeeee.... craccccckkkkk!
Buttocks... thighs...buttocks... thighs
“MERCEEEEEEE...AAAAAGGHHHHH... MERCEE... EEEEEEEEEEE!”
Cassim surveyed the contorted young face with seeming indifference, as the juddering, honey-coloured body, so lush and shapely, so young and resiliently vibrant, threshed and twisted frenziedly under the relentless, sweeping strokes from the switch.
Melissa, teeth clenched, went on thrashing the shrieking girl until flesh and blood could stand no more.
Until Heidi at last fell senseless...
Hanging like a puppet on the end of her string, suspended by her long hair and Cassim’s gripping hand.
It was at that moment that Hans, looking Germanically stoical, erupted... and, as Heidi had involuntarily done, Maria also twisted away in horrified disgust. Again the semen splayed and splashed... over face, neck and breasts. And again Melissa leapt into action in a kind of fury.
The switch began to fall across Maria’s tormented flesh.
“Keep sucking... ”
“Sucking... ”
“Sucking... ”
“Till the end!”
Swweee...craccckkkk...Sswwweee...cracccckkk!
“Do you hear me, you bitch!”
“Do you?”
“Do you?”
Sssswwweeeee...cccraaccccckk! Ssssweeee...eeeeccckraccckk!
“You’ll do it...”
“You will!”
“You’ll do it....”
“You will! You will!”
In her turn, Maria fell senseless. And a little earlier than her sister had done. Her hindquarters had become a horrendous mass of weals. And now, in many places, the skin had broken and the blood was trickling. Carelessly, almost casually, Melissa tossed away her switch. She was well aware of the severity she had employed. It had been deliberate. She knew this was something that neither of these youngsters would ever forget. And, since she was determined to have them eating out of her hand in no time at all, that suited her well.
Melissa smiled at Quentin.
“Don’t worry,” she said, “They’ll be crawling to you before long.”
“So I should imagine,” grinned Quentin. “You don’t play around, do you?”
“No,” replied Melissa complacently. “That’s not my way. These two little beauties are going to learn that they are slaves. And act like slaves. And fast!”
“Fair enough, dear wife,” said Quentin. “May I ask if you have finished for the time being?”
“I have,” replied Melissa. She turned to Zelda. “Give them treatment. Then sedation for forty-eight hours. After that, we’ll resume training.”
“Very well, Ma’am,” answered Zelda deferentially. She had been impressed by her new Mistress’s ferocity. This one was as tough a she-devil as she’d ever come across. The equal of Miss Judith on the ‘Paradise’ any day. She wondered where this woman had acquired her expertise.
Quentin took Melissa’s arm and guided her from the Training Room. Had she ever been treated quite so brutally in her earliest days, he wondered? It was doubtful.
“What would you like to do now?” he enquired.
“Split a bottle of champagne,” smiled Melissa, who was still bubbling inside from the sadistic pleasure she had just enjoyed. Oh God, how wonderful it was to do just what you wanted with a young girl’s body! To thrash and thrash and thrash... until your arm was too weak or they had fainted away! Oh the joy of utter power!
“You’re trembling,” remarked Quentin, as he led his wife up the stairs.
“Yes,” acknowledged Melissa, “with pleasure... ”
Quentin smiled contentedly.
He understood.
“Rien va plus...”
With glittering green eyes, Melissa watched the roulette wheel spinning whilst she gently clinked the square plaques she held in her ivory-white hand. The jewels on her fingers glinted as she did so... and she was receiving many covert glances of admiration and envy. She had won a lot of money that evening. Something over fifty thousand francs, she reckoned. Not that it mattered very much. Win or lose, there was always more to come from Quentin whenever she needed it.
Lovely thought.
But this spin was not for money...
It was for Julia. It was for Julia because Melissa had finished playing and, nowadays, the last spin decided the number of strokes of the cane her slave received when Melissa returned to her apartment. It must be said that, in this ‘game’, Melissa played fair. Even if Zero, or One, came up, that is all Julia would receive. Equally, she would get thirty six, if the little ball happened to settle into that slot.
Very much a game of chance!
Click... click... clickety... click...
The wheel was slowing. Melissa’s eyes seemed to sharpen. Her lips twisted momentarily. Then the bouncing ball settled.
“Quatorze... rouge... pair...” announced the croupier.
The chips were swept up, Melissa’s included. She didn’t mind that. f******n. Not bad. Not too bad at all. Not as good as it could have been, of course. But then, you can’t win ‘em all!
Her gold-shimmering gown catching all eyes, Melissa rose from the table. The Maitre nearby bowed deferentially. The elegant figure glided through the salon. Quentin, Melissa knew, was playing Baccarat. He might be some hours yet. No matter. They always gambled independently. She would make her own way back to ‘Maison Jaune’.
Julia, who was secured by a collar and lead to a leg of Melissa’s bed, grovelled abjectly as her Mistress returned. She rather reminded Melissa of some new puppy trying to curry favour... tail wagging, bottom wriggling. She jabbed the toe of one shoe into Julia’s flank and then unfastened her collar.
“I was lucky tonight,” she announced.
“I... I’m g-glad, Mistress,” croaked Julia, kneeling quickly erect and placing her hands clasped together on the top of her head.
Melissa smiled serenely. She knew that the only thing that Julia really cared about at that moment was whether or not she had been lucky. What number had come up on that final spin? The tic in Julia’s cheek became noticeable.
“Get me a brandy. A big one... ”
“Yes, Mistress... at once, Mistress... ”
Oh dear lord, reflected Melissa, how I know what it’s like to be ordered about in that fashion. To run naked to obey. To have the perpetual dagger of apprehension in one’s gut. To be utterly dependent on another’s whim whether one was to endure added pain or not. And, since she knew, Melissa enjoyed herself all the more!
Julia, breasts swinging, returned with the brandy goblet... fell to her knees and extended it humbly. Melissa took the drink and drank it in one swoop. Then she tossed the goblet carelessly on the floor. Instantly Julia dived to pick it up.
“Fetch me another...”
“Yes, Mistress...”
Another amber-dark goblet came.
“Have you been fucked today, slave?” enquired Melissa, sipping slowly this time.
“Y-Yes...sss... Mistress...twice by... by Cassim... once by H-Hans...”
Melissa smiled a slow smile, showing even white teeth.
“Lucky girl,” she said.
“Yes... M-Mistress... ”
“Two nice big cocks, eh?”
“Y-Yes... Mistress... ”
“You like a big cock up you, don’t you, Julia?”
“Yer... esss... y-yes ... sss... Mistress...”
“Good. I’ll see that you get it. Often.” Again that slow smile. Julia flinched under it. The hate in her heart was at bursting point. It was a terrible struggle to suppress it. Yet she managed. The worst part of it was, Julia knew, if the positions had been reversed, she would have treated Melissa in an equally cruel way, both verbally and physically.
“Undress me, slave.”
“Yes, Mistress... ”
Julia’s urgent yet deferential fingers went to work. The shimmering gown fell. The slip was removed. Then the brassiere and briefs. Melissa smoothed her curving flanks lovingly.
“You may please me, slave,” said Melissa spreading herself on the soft, silken-covered bed.
“I am honoured, Mistress...” It was an obligatory response.
“Yes... aren’t you just!”
Melissa was not particularly enamoured of lesbian practices but she liked to put Julia to the humiliation of having to perform them on her from time to time. She relaxed as the tongue probed expertly and the brandy flowed through her veins. One thing, she knew, would be paramount in Julia’s mind. That last number on the roulette wheel.
“Mmmmmm...” murmured Melissa. “Mmmmmm... yes...” She shuddered with pleasure and her soft, long thighs clamped spontaneously to Julia’s cheeks. All of a sudden, she had experienced what might be called a mini-orgasm. “That will do, slave,” she said.
Julia’s tongue stopped probing but her mouth remained submissively pressed to the warm, velvety sex-lips, awaiting any further orders that might come.
“I expect you’d like to know about the last spin,” said Melissa, after a long silence. She felt Julia give a little shiver.
“Yes... M-Mistress...”
“You’re lucky... yet not all that lucky.”
Julia said nothing. The tension within her could almost be felt through her skin.
“It was quatorze... f******n... ” said Melissa softly.
Again Julia said nothing, but a little whinnying moan came down her nostrils. Desperately she had been hoping for something in single figures. Still, at least, it was not in the twenties or thirties, as it could well have been!
“fetch the cane, Julia... ”
“Y-Yes... Mistress...”
The submissive lips left Melissa’s sex. She watched Julia’s creamy-white bottom swing and bounce as the girl hurried across to the chest of drawers where the cane was kept. Melissa had to admit it was a very good bottom. Almost as good as hers...
Julia returned with the cane, knelt, and extended the instrument with seeming deference. Melissa took the cane and flexed it.
“I am going to enjoy this,” she said. “I always enjoy caning you... Julia... you know that.”
“Y-Yes... Mistress... ” It was a mere whisper.
Melissa slid off the bed and stood up. “Bend and grip your ankles. Legs astride,” she ordered.
A deep-throated sob shook Julia, but she obeyed without hesitation. “Excellent,” murmured Melissa, tapping Julia’s soft bottom lightly with the tip of the rod. The taut flesh quivered like a firm jelly. “Now, Julia...if you keep your bottom up... and maintain your grip until the tenth... I shall give you no more than twelve. If not, I shall give you six extra on top of the f******n. Understood?”
“Y-Yer...ess... Mistress...” Julia’s hands clenched fiercely around her ankles; her nates contracted convulsively with dread.
It was, Melissa knew, a finely balanced ‘contract’. Julia was experienced enough to endure... but then, she just might not. A matter of nerves on the night. Whether, on that occasion, she could summon the necessary will. Or whether she would break...
Oh what fun it was!
Melissa measured Julia’s smooth-curving bottom with deliberation... raised her arm high... then laid on the first full-blooded stroke.
Poor Julia.
With teeth fiercely clenched... whimpering and yelping spasmodically... she endured the first eight strokes splendidly. Her hands maintained their grip and her bottom remained adequately high even though, from Melissa’s point of view, it squirmed most satisfactorily.
It was an unhurried affair. Ten seconds... even twenty... would tick away between strokes, with Julia’s nates clenching and unclenching with dread. Melissa well knew the agony of the waiting-time. Perhaps that was what finally broke Julia on the eighth stroke. Or, maybe, it was because that stroke fell precisely where an earlier one had bit so fierily.
In any event, Julia lost her grip on her ankles and fell threshing to the floor, hands clasping frantically to her buttocks.
Smiling happily, Melissa clicked her tongue and shook her auburn head from side to side.
“Oh dear... I thought you were tougher than that, my slave,” she said.
“Mercy... oh have m-mercy... M-Mistress... ” groaned Julia from the floor, her mouth half-buried in the carpet pile. “I... I couldn’t... h-help... it... p-please...”
“You know I don’t extend mercy, slave,” said Melissa evenly. “I give orders, or make conditions, and, if they are not adhered to, I punish.”
“Mercy... ooohhh... merceee...just this once... M-Mistress...” Julia was scrabbling towards Melissa’s feet, arms extended.
“No, Julia,” replied Melissa firmly. “You will get yourself over my dressing-table stool, where I shall secure you. Then I shall complete your caning. Plus the six extra I promised you.”
Julia burst into paroxysms of helpless sobs.
It was no good...
It was never any good...
There was no end to it...
Just pain, pain... and more pain!
She crawled wretchedly to the dressing-table stool and stretched herself over it. The cords pinioned her arms and thighs. Once again she was quite helpless. Once again she was to be thrashed mercilessly. For no rhyme or reason.
Except that it be her Mistress’s pleasure.
The choking sobs were already filling her throat as the first stroke fell, agonisedly.
The first of the twelve still to come.
Melissa, luxuriously ensconced between the silken sheets, was conscious of Quentin’s fondling hands. She felt no resentment, but was simply tired... and eased them away from herself.
“Sorry... ” she murmured, “I’m feeling a bit bushed... ”
“That’s alright,” replied Quentin. He was rather too full of champagne and brandy, also having had a good night at the tables. Briefly his mind went back to the days when it had not been possible for Melissa to refuse him. He smiled. It was all rather amusing. Times changed but, one way or another, one’s pleasures continued.
Life was very good...
There were those two youngsters down in the cellars. A couple of ripe young beauties, as ever he’d seen. Young bottoms. Young tits. And oh so, so sensitive. To the rod and the lash. And to rapacious hands. And they were his. To do as he liked with. Anything... anything.
No limit to sexual enjoyment...
No limit to pain imposed...
They were his... his! Completely!
The very idea brought Quentin to full erection. Damn it... what a pity Melissa didn’t want to play ball.
“Why don’t you fuck Julia?” came a voice out of the darkness.
Good Lord... why not? Momentarily, being alongside his luscious wife, Quentin had overlooked his slave-girl. The lust intensified within him. Yes... why not? There would be no question of refusal there!
“Not a bad idea,” said Quentin. “Where is she? In the lavatory?”
“No,” replied Melissa, “I leashed her to the end of my bed... ”
“Aaaah...”
“I’m afraid I had to give her a bit of a hiding earlier.”
“No matter... ”
“Don’t expect it will interfere with your enjoyment.”
Quentin guffawed as he slipped from the bed, standing naked and rampant in the darkness. “Nor do I,” he said.
He groped his way to the foot of the bed... lowered a hand and felt the softly-resilient warmth of Julia’s body. She must have been asleep, for she started violently into sudden wakefulness.
“Get your arse up,” ordered Quentin, his voice thick with lust. “Tonight, I’m not fussy. Anything will do.”
He heard Julia groaning, felt her positioning herself. He ran his hands over the hot, palpitating weals. Julia gasped.
“Honoured... M-Master... ” he heard her whispering-croak.
“Mmm... I should think so,” said Quentin.
He thrust savagely into the awaiting depths. This was his slave... his utter slave... and he was making use of her. Quentin started to grunt his a****l pleasure as he began to ram faster and faster.
Oh... oh... how delightful it was!
To possess so completely!
To ravage at will!
All any man could ask for!
In the darkness, snug in bed, Melissa smiled complacently. It was good for a man to enjoy himself as and when he wanted. And how useful it was to have a slave to be fucked when one was not quite in the mood oneself!
As Quentin’s happy, piggish grunts grew louder and more urgent, Melissa slipped contentedly into sleep.
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