Enslaved on an Alien World Ch 02
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Julia was already going down to Glenda - and her new Mistress was sighing happily - when Melissa was led into the cabin. Unchained, the girl made the familiar obeisance.
“Mmm... she’s pretty... rather like Julia,” said Glenda, running her eyes greedily over the kneeling figure.
“Yes, isn’t she.” replied Quentin. “Thank you, Miss Judith, that will be all for now.”
“Goodnight, Sir...” The powerful blonde overseer took in the erotic scene with evident satisfaction, inclined her head and left.
“You will have heard of the unfortunate demise of your owner,” said Quentin.
A look of evil satisfaction passed quickly and briefly over Melissa’s lovely face.
“Yes, Master,” she said.
“I have some news for you, Melissa. I have bought you...”
A rather different expression passed quickly and briefly over those same features.
“...and as you were quite expensive, I shall expect the very best of service from you. Understood?”
“Yes... Master...” answered the girl submissively.
“Ahhhhh... aaaaaahhhhhhh...” moaned Glenda at Quentin’s side... obviously coming to her first orgasm of the night.
“You may suck me,” said Quentin, stretching himself out naked on the bed, pot-belly curving up.
“I am honoured, Master,” said Melissa.
Quentin smiled. Ah yes, that was the stuff. The girl was honoured! He revelled in the feel of Melissa’s lush nakedness - the breasts soft and warm - insinuating itself seductively up his thighs. Then her lips began to press gently – almost lovingly, it seemed - to his organ. he felt it stir at once.
The pressing of the lips intensified. Soon Melissa’s tongue was flickering. Quentin swelled and stiffened fast. My God, he thought, this girl really knows what she’s about. He put out a hand and took hold of Glenda’s. He turned to look at his spouse, to see an almost beatific expression on her face.
The eyes were half closed, the mouth a little open. She was breathing quietly but fast. Obviously Julia was bringing her as much pleasure as Melissa was to him. Quentin groaned happily as the girl finally took his rigid organ into her mouth and began to suck.
So smoothly...
So deliciously...
With such consummate skill...
My God, it was marvellous to know that this beautiful creature was now his slave as well as Julia! Quentin relaxed completely and then let the pleasure-lust mount slowly, but irresistibly, within him. He knew that Melissa would complete her task to perfection. Gradually he was being brought to a climax, trying all the time to hold it back. trying to prolong his delight. But, all too soon, he knew he was lost.
He groaned and moaned as the divine sensations spread all over him, moving from his head down and his feet up, it seemed, then filling his balls with exquisite, overwhelming force.
His body jerked and jerked as he jetted the lava of his lust into Melissa’s mouth. His eyes rolled back and his mouth opened, breathless gasp coming from it.
And, in those final, joyous moments, he was aware that Glenda beside him was making similar sounds. They had reached Nirvana together!
* * * * * *
“What do you do with them, when you’ve finished with them?” enquired Glenda drowsily.
“Send for Miss Judith,” answered Quentin. “Or put a collar and chain on them and secure them to the end of the bed.”
“I see. Well, let’s do that, shall we?”
“Whatever, you say...”
“I might want Julia again in the morning... or possibly Melissa.”
“Quite so. I suppose you want me to do it?” Quentin spoke a shade petulantly, as if he had been asked to put the cat out by his wife.
“Yes, dear,” she said, smiling faintly.
Quentin rolled out of bed... and put a collar around two slim, submissive necks. The he secured the chain attached to each collar to the end of the bed.
“Goodnight, girls,” he said mockingly. “Pleasant dreams.” “Goodnight, Master,” they answered in unison.
* * * * * *
For Quentin and Glenda, there was, of course, no urgency about getting up. In fact, after waking late but refreshed, they decided to spend the morning in their cabin. It would be their last day on the ‘Paradise’ so they might as well take advantage of it!
Marisa served coffee and rolls... and then bathed them both. Her round bottom got plenty of slaps, not so much because she committed any faults, but simply because, Quentin and Glenda found it something most enjoyable to do.
Finally, Julia and Melissa were released. To take a shower and ‘pretty up a bit’, as Quentin put it.
Both girls came back looking quite ravishing.
“I’d like to see them playing games with each other,” said Glenda.
“What a good idea,” smiled Quentin.
Julia and Melissa eyed each other a little nervously. It was something they had never been called on to do before.
But they knew they were going to have to. And, most probably, from now on, were going to have to do it quite frequently.
“On the floor,” said Glenda, sitting up on the bed.
The two lovely young women, naked and depilated lay down on the floor, at once taking up a ‘soixante neuf’ position. Melissa lay with her back to the carpet, Julia was on top of her. Lips pressed to lips... tongues began to thrust... flesh began to quiver.
“I think they like it,” said Glenda after a little while. There was a laugh in her voice.
“So do I,” said Quentin. He was loving the way Julia’s bottom was squirming, with Melissa’s dark head upturned between her thighs.
For something like five minutes, the even tournament continued.
Then there was a hectic and exciting thirty seconds as both girls mounted to a climax. They twisted and writhed, flesh juddering, gasping and squealing as the surging lust gripped them.
The moment came...
Was sustained...
Then passed...
“Excellent!” cried Glenda, clapping her hands.
“Not at all bad for beginners!” agreed Quentin. The spectacle had given him a solid erection and he was wondering what to do with it. That Glenda had been excited, too, was evident from the way she urgently summoned Julia to her. The girl was still breathing heavily from her previous exertions, but that made no difference to Glenda.
“Get your head down there, girl,” she ordered abruptly.
Julia obeyed, kneeling with her magnificent hindquarters thrust up. it was at that moment, Quentin knew his policy of ‘rejection’ was finally over! Julia simply could not be resisted any longer. With blood racing fast through his veins... the desire like a brand within him.. he got up and moved around to the end of the bed.
There was... his slave...
So blatantly exposed...
So provocatively exposed...
His for the taking...
He grabbed Julia’s warm thighs, felt their soft smoothness, then positioned his hard knob to the liquid-worm sex lips. Lips which his other slave, Melissa, had prepared for him.
Smiling, Quentin looked down into his wife’s lustful eyes... then thrust deep into Julia’s depths.
He felt the girl jerk under him; felt her squirm. What Heaven!
“Keep that tongue in!” ordered Glenda sharply, gripping Julia by the hair. Keeping rammed in, Quentin savoured the delight of the girl.
* * * * * *
This was his Julia! All his! His flabby haunches began to lumber back and forth. His belly slapped and slapped against the curvaceous bottom, which remained thrusting up. Inviting him; accepting him; giving him everything.
She’d like liquid satin, thought Quentin, ramming in and out faster. Like hot liquid satin. Oh God... what a girl... now his to fuck whenever he wanted!
Faster.. faster...
Oh, he wouldn’t be able to last long, he knew that.
Faster... faster...
“What’s... she l-like...?” Glenda’s voice was tight, like that of a woman on the verge of orgasm.
“Ahh... a... v-very... good.. p-poke...” panted Quentin.
Glenda opened her mouth to smile... and a series of squealing gasps came out of it as Julia’s mouth brought her to once more to the peaks.
Quentin quite lost control and, grunting bestially, came thundering to his own climax.
“Tired?”
“No, not really,” answered Quentin. “I should say I was relaxed.” All the same, his wife’s query reminded him of something. He stretched out his hand and picked up a couple of Madame Vesta’s pills. They would soon have him as right as rain again. Fit as a thirty-year old. Fit to fuck both girl’s within the space of an hour, if he were so minded. He must certainly arrange for Madame Vesta to give him a good supply of the pills before they left.
“Is it too early for a drink, do you think?” asked Glenda.
“It’s about half past ten,” said Quentin. “Still, we are on what you might call ‘holiday’. Honeymoon, in fact!”
“Too true,” smiled Glenda. “A rather unusual one, if I may say so!”
Quentin contemplated the two naked girls who knelt on a stool at the end of the bed, facing them in the ‘slave posture’. The posture which epitomised their unending submissiveness.
“Yes.. I think you may say so,” grinned Quentin. “Marisa, put some champagne in an ice bucket and bring a couple of glasses. No.. make it four glasses!”
Marisa went smartly to work and, within a few minutes, was pouring out the amber liquid. She handed one to Glenda and then on to Quentin.
“To us,” said Quentin.
Both raised their glasses and drank.
“To us,” repeated Glenda.
“Now give a glass each to the girls, Marisa,” said Quentin.
Wonderingly, nervously, Julia and Melissa took the proffered drink. It was noticeable that the hand of each shook slightly.
Was this some cruel trick?” Some trap?
“To our future,” said Quentin, raising his glass. “To our future together!”
He drank... Glenda drank. “To, our future together,” she said.
Quentin nodded to the two girls at the end of the bed and smiled condescendingly.
“To our future... together...” they both whispered softly.
Quentin and Glenda laughed heartily as the two girls choked and spluttered on the now unfamiliar, bubbling wine. Neither had touched champagne since their palmy days. Days gone beyond recall. Days it was now far better not to be recalled.
“Yet, sometimes, how difficult that was...
“Drink up,” encouraged Quentin, “there’s plenty more. I think it only fair to say you deserve it!”
* * * * * *
“My God, what a size they are!” Glenda was regarding the two black, nude figures of Ahmed
and Jason with some awe. Was she, Quentin wondered, referring to the over-all size of the negroes or merely their genitalia?
Whichever, there was no doubt that Glenda was impressed. Alongside them, looking rather self-satisfied, stood Miss Judith.
It was a kind of a small ‘farewell party’ which Quentin had dreamed up. Marisa was passing round the champagne again.
“When are you leaving?” asked Miss Judith politely.
“Tomorrow morning,” replied Quentin. He smiled and gave the blonde a little bow. “I would like to take this opportunity to thank you for all your help,” he said. “Julia and Melissa are a credit to you.”
“Thank you, Sir,” said Miss Judith smugly. “Dare I say, it has been a pleasure?”
“I think you may,” laughed Quentin. “I think the girls would like to thank you, too.” He slapped first Julia’s bottom and then Melissa’s. “Say it nicely,” he ordered sharply.
The two girls went down on to hands and knees and crawled to Miss Judith... and kissed the gleaming black leather of her boots with abject servility. How they had hated that woman! How terrified they had been of her!
“Th-Thank... you.. thank you.. M-Miss Judith... thank you for everything...”
“Thank you... thank you for... for making m-me... a sslave, Miss...”
Each mumbled her words of complete submission and utter defeat, whilst Miss Judith smiled down with a look of the purest delight shining from her cold blue eyes... and Quentin looked on like some benign father-figure!
“Now you can say goodbye to Ahmed and Jason,” said Quentin, when he considered enough leather-licking had taken place.
“I don’t think I need to tell you how to do that.”
The girls crawled to the two waiting negroes. In what horror they had held them! And with what revulsion!
Slavishly they kissed their black feet... slavishly they knelt erect... and each kissed the massive organ that had so often ravaged them. And, when each had made a ‘respectable’ farewell to one, they changed places, and each made it to the other.
Glenda watched fascinated as the big, dangling organs slowly swelled and stiffened into massive rigidity.
“My God...” she said under her breath. What must it be like to have to service such brutes!
“Bottoms up!” cried Quentin with a laugh, as he emptied his glass. Glenda and Miss Judith followed suit. But, of course, for Julia and Melissa, the words had a quite different meaning.
Both girls knelt and proffered themselves fully.
“O.K. boys” nodded Quentin, “enjoy yourselves...”
Eagerly the two blacks went down to the creamy-white flesh. Soft, succulent flesh; flesh they had enjoyed so much, and so often.
Now this would be for the last time...
Each plunged in, Ahmed taking Julia, Jason taking Melissa. Like well-oiled machines, their gleaming flanks thrust back and forth whilst the girls gasped and squirmed cooperatively beneath them.
There were contented, possessive smiles on the face of their owners.
Glenda their Mistress...
Quentin their Master...
Two large packing cases stood at the stern of the ‘Paradise’, under the wing of a waiting helicopter. They stood there for about a quarter of an hour before a small squad of girls, under Miss Mara, picked up each case in turn and humped it into the plane. That the cases were heavy was evident by the frequency with which Miss Mara applied her thong to the bare flesh about her.
In one case were Julia and Melissa, under sedation.
In the other was a considerable amount of valuable equipment supplied by Madame Vesta.
A little while after the two packing cases had been safely stowed, three figures appeared on deck. They were Quentin and Glenda... accompanied by the owner of the ‘Paradise’.
“I hope you have enjoyed yourselves,” said Madame Vesta.
“And that all goes well in the future. Just let me know if you need any advise or help.”
Quentin and Glenda were profuse in their thanks... and their praise.
Madame Vesta smiled one of her infrequent smiles. And then with her mouth only. She liked to have contented clients.
“Come back and see me one day,” she said.
“Thank you,” said Quentin, “I am sure I... we... would love to.”
“And, if you ever want to send Julia or Melissa back, you can, of course.”
“I won’t forget,” smiled Quentin.
“Or, you can always send anyone else you like.”
“I’ll remember that...”
“Goodbye now, then.”
Madame Vesta shook hands with them both. “Goodbye,” they said.. and went up the small ladder into the helicopter. In moments the blades began to whirr.
“Well,” said Quentin, as the machine lifted gently off, “Julia got her wish at last.”
“What’s that?” asked Glenda.
“For me to take her with me!” answered Quentin. And he smiled and smiled... all the way to the horizon...
“Mmm... she’s pretty... rather like Julia,” said Glenda, running her eyes greedily over the kneeling figure.
“Yes, isn’t she.” replied Quentin. “Thank you, Miss Judith, that will be all for now.”
“Goodnight, Sir...” The powerful blonde overseer took in the erotic scene with evident satisfaction, inclined her head and left.
“You will have heard of the unfortunate demise of your owner,” said Quentin.
A look of evil satisfaction passed quickly and briefly over Melissa’s lovely face.
“Yes, Master,” she said.
“I have some news for you, Melissa. I have bought you...”
A rather different expression passed quickly and briefly over those same features.
“...and as you were quite expensive, I shall expect the very best of service from you. Understood?”
“Yes... Master...” answered the girl submissively.
“Ahhhhh... aaaaaahhhhhhh...” moaned Glenda at Quentin’s side... obviously coming to her first orgasm of the night.
“You may suck me,” said Quentin, stretching himself out naked on the bed, pot-belly curving up.
“I am honoured, Master,” said Melissa.
Quentin smiled. Ah yes, that was the stuff. The girl was honoured! He revelled in the feel of Melissa’s lush nakedness - the breasts soft and warm - insinuating itself seductively up his thighs. Then her lips began to press gently – almost lovingly, it seemed - to his organ. he felt it stir at once.
The pressing of the lips intensified. Soon Melissa’s tongue was flickering. Quentin swelled and stiffened fast. My God, he thought, this girl really knows what she’s about. He put out a hand and took hold of Glenda’s. He turned to look at his spouse, to see an almost beatific expression on her face.
The eyes were half closed, the mouth a little open. She was breathing quietly but fast. Obviously Julia was bringing her as much pleasure as Melissa was to him. Quentin groaned happily as the girl finally took his rigid organ into her mouth and began to suck.
So smoothly...
So deliciously...
With such consummate skill...
My God, it was marvellous to know that this beautiful creature was now his slave as well as Julia! Quentin relaxed completely and then let the pleasure-lust mount slowly, but irresistibly, within him. He knew that Melissa would complete her task to perfection. Gradually he was being brought to a climax, trying all the time to hold it back. trying to prolong his delight. But, all too soon, he knew he was lost.
He groaned and moaned as the divine sensations spread all over him, moving from his head down and his feet up, it seemed, then filling his balls with exquisite, overwhelming force.
His body jerked and jerked as he jetted the lava of his lust into Melissa’s mouth. His eyes rolled back and his mouth opened, breathless gasp coming from it.
And, in those final, joyous moments, he was aware that Glenda beside him was making similar sounds. They had reached Nirvana together!
* * * * * *
“What do you do with them, when you’ve finished with them?” enquired Glenda drowsily.
“Send for Miss Judith,” answered Quentin. “Or put a collar and chain on them and secure them to the end of the bed.”
“I see. Well, let’s do that, shall we?”
“Whatever, you say...”
“I might want Julia again in the morning... or possibly Melissa.”
“Quite so. I suppose you want me to do it?” Quentin spoke a shade petulantly, as if he had been asked to put the cat out by his wife.
“Yes, dear,” she said, smiling faintly.
Quentin rolled out of bed... and put a collar around two slim, submissive necks. The he secured the chain attached to each collar to the end of the bed.
“Goodnight, girls,” he said mockingly. “Pleasant dreams.” “Goodnight, Master,” they answered in unison.
* * * * * *
For Quentin and Glenda, there was, of course, no urgency about getting up. In fact, after waking late but refreshed, they decided to spend the morning in their cabin. It would be their last day on the ‘Paradise’ so they might as well take advantage of it!
Marisa served coffee and rolls... and then bathed them both. Her round bottom got plenty of slaps, not so much because she committed any faults, but simply because, Quentin and Glenda found it something most enjoyable to do.
Finally, Julia and Melissa were released. To take a shower and ‘pretty up a bit’, as Quentin put it.
Both girls came back looking quite ravishing.
“I’d like to see them playing games with each other,” said Glenda.
“What a good idea,” smiled Quentin.
Julia and Melissa eyed each other a little nervously. It was something they had never been called on to do before.
But they knew they were going to have to. And, most probably, from now on, were going to have to do it quite frequently.
“On the floor,” said Glenda, sitting up on the bed.
The two lovely young women, naked and depilated lay down on the floor, at once taking up a ‘soixante neuf’ position. Melissa lay with her back to the carpet, Julia was on top of her. Lips pressed to lips... tongues began to thrust... flesh began to quiver.
“I think they like it,” said Glenda after a little while. There was a laugh in her voice.
“So do I,” said Quentin. He was loving the way Julia’s bottom was squirming, with Melissa’s dark head upturned between her thighs.
For something like five minutes, the even tournament continued.
Then there was a hectic and exciting thirty seconds as both girls mounted to a climax. They twisted and writhed, flesh juddering, gasping and squealing as the surging lust gripped them.
The moment came...
Was sustained...
Then passed...
“Excellent!” cried Glenda, clapping her hands.
“Not at all bad for beginners!” agreed Quentin. The spectacle had given him a solid erection and he was wondering what to do with it. That Glenda had been excited, too, was evident from the way she urgently summoned Julia to her. The girl was still breathing heavily from her previous exertions, but that made no difference to Glenda.
“Get your head down there, girl,” she ordered abruptly.
Julia obeyed, kneeling with her magnificent hindquarters thrust up. it was at that moment, Quentin knew his policy of ‘rejection’ was finally over! Julia simply could not be resisted any longer. With blood racing fast through his veins... the desire like a brand within him.. he got up and moved around to the end of the bed.
There was... his slave...
So blatantly exposed...
So provocatively exposed...
His for the taking...
He grabbed Julia’s warm thighs, felt their soft smoothness, then positioned his hard knob to the liquid-worm sex lips. Lips which his other slave, Melissa, had prepared for him.
Smiling, Quentin looked down into his wife’s lustful eyes... then thrust deep into Julia’s depths.
He felt the girl jerk under him; felt her squirm. What Heaven!
“Keep that tongue in!” ordered Glenda sharply, gripping Julia by the hair. Keeping rammed in, Quentin savoured the delight of the girl.
* * * * * *
This was his Julia! All his! His flabby haunches began to lumber back and forth. His belly slapped and slapped against the curvaceous bottom, which remained thrusting up. Inviting him; accepting him; giving him everything.
She’d like liquid satin, thought Quentin, ramming in and out faster. Like hot liquid satin. Oh God... what a girl... now his to fuck whenever he wanted!
Faster.. faster...
Oh, he wouldn’t be able to last long, he knew that.
Faster... faster...
“What’s... she l-like...?” Glenda’s voice was tight, like that of a woman on the verge of orgasm.
“Ahh... a... v-very... good.. p-poke...” panted Quentin.
Glenda opened her mouth to smile... and a series of squealing gasps came out of it as Julia’s mouth brought her to once more to the peaks.
Quentin quite lost control and, grunting bestially, came thundering to his own climax.
“Tired?”
“No, not really,” answered Quentin. “I should say I was relaxed.” All the same, his wife’s query reminded him of something. He stretched out his hand and picked up a couple of Madame Vesta’s pills. They would soon have him as right as rain again. Fit as a thirty-year old. Fit to fuck both girl’s within the space of an hour, if he were so minded. He must certainly arrange for Madame Vesta to give him a good supply of the pills before they left.
“Is it too early for a drink, do you think?” asked Glenda.
“It’s about half past ten,” said Quentin. “Still, we are on what you might call ‘holiday’. Honeymoon, in fact!”
“Too true,” smiled Glenda. “A rather unusual one, if I may say so!”
Quentin contemplated the two naked girls who knelt on a stool at the end of the bed, facing them in the ‘slave posture’. The posture which epitomised their unending submissiveness.
“Yes.. I think you may say so,” grinned Quentin. “Marisa, put some champagne in an ice bucket and bring a couple of glasses. No.. make it four glasses!”
Marisa went smartly to work and, within a few minutes, was pouring out the amber liquid. She handed one to Glenda and then on to Quentin.
“To us,” said Quentin.
Both raised their glasses and drank.
“To us,” repeated Glenda.
“Now give a glass each to the girls, Marisa,” said Quentin.
Wonderingly, nervously, Julia and Melissa took the proffered drink. It was noticeable that the hand of each shook slightly.
Was this some cruel trick?” Some trap?
“To our future,” said Quentin, raising his glass. “To our future together!”
He drank... Glenda drank. “To, our future together,” she said.
Quentin nodded to the two girls at the end of the bed and smiled condescendingly.
“To our future... together...” they both whispered softly.
Quentin and Glenda laughed heartily as the two girls choked and spluttered on the now unfamiliar, bubbling wine. Neither had touched champagne since their palmy days. Days gone beyond recall. Days it was now far better not to be recalled.
“Yet, sometimes, how difficult that was...
“Drink up,” encouraged Quentin, “there’s plenty more. I think it only fair to say you deserve it!”
* * * * * *
“My God, what a size they are!” Glenda was regarding the two black, nude figures of Ahmed
and Jason with some awe. Was she, Quentin wondered, referring to the over-all size of the negroes or merely their genitalia?
Whichever, there was no doubt that Glenda was impressed. Alongside them, looking rather self-satisfied, stood Miss Judith.
It was a kind of a small ‘farewell party’ which Quentin had dreamed up. Marisa was passing round the champagne again.
“When are you leaving?” asked Miss Judith politely.
“Tomorrow morning,” replied Quentin. He smiled and gave the blonde a little bow. “I would like to take this opportunity to thank you for all your help,” he said. “Julia and Melissa are a credit to you.”
“Thank you, Sir,” said Miss Judith smugly. “Dare I say, it has been a pleasure?”
“I think you may,” laughed Quentin. “I think the girls would like to thank you, too.” He slapped first Julia’s bottom and then Melissa’s. “Say it nicely,” he ordered sharply.
The two girls went down on to hands and knees and crawled to Miss Judith... and kissed the gleaming black leather of her boots with abject servility. How they had hated that woman! How terrified they had been of her!
“Th-Thank... you.. thank you.. M-Miss Judith... thank you for everything...”
“Thank you... thank you for... for making m-me... a sslave, Miss...”
Each mumbled her words of complete submission and utter defeat, whilst Miss Judith smiled down with a look of the purest delight shining from her cold blue eyes... and Quentin looked on like some benign father-figure!
“Now you can say goodbye to Ahmed and Jason,” said Quentin, when he considered enough leather-licking had taken place.
“I don’t think I need to tell you how to do that.”
The girls crawled to the two waiting negroes. In what horror they had held them! And with what revulsion!
Slavishly they kissed their black feet... slavishly they knelt erect... and each kissed the massive organ that had so often ravaged them. And, when each had made a ‘respectable’ farewell to one, they changed places, and each made it to the other.
Glenda watched fascinated as the big, dangling organs slowly swelled and stiffened into massive rigidity.
“My God...” she said under her breath. What must it be like to have to service such brutes!
“Bottoms up!” cried Quentin with a laugh, as he emptied his glass. Glenda and Miss Judith followed suit. But, of course, for Julia and Melissa, the words had a quite different meaning.
Both girls knelt and proffered themselves fully.
“O.K. boys” nodded Quentin, “enjoy yourselves...”
Eagerly the two blacks went down to the creamy-white flesh. Soft, succulent flesh; flesh they had enjoyed so much, and so often.
Now this would be for the last time...
Each plunged in, Ahmed taking Julia, Jason taking Melissa. Like well-oiled machines, their gleaming flanks thrust back and forth whilst the girls gasped and squirmed cooperatively beneath them.
There were contented, possessive smiles on the face of their owners.
Glenda their Mistress...
Quentin their Master...
Two large packing cases stood at the stern of the ‘Paradise’, under the wing of a waiting helicopter. They stood there for about a quarter of an hour before a small squad of girls, under Miss Mara, picked up each case in turn and humped it into the plane. That the cases were heavy was evident by the frequency with which Miss Mara applied her thong to the bare flesh about her.
In one case were Julia and Melissa, under sedation.
In the other was a considerable amount of valuable equipment supplied by Madame Vesta.
A little while after the two packing cases had been safely stowed, three figures appeared on deck. They were Quentin and Glenda... accompanied by the owner of the ‘Paradise’.
“I hope you have enjoyed yourselves,” said Madame Vesta.
“And that all goes well in the future. Just let me know if you need any advise or help.”
Quentin and Glenda were profuse in their thanks... and their praise.
Madame Vesta smiled one of her infrequent smiles. And then with her mouth only. She liked to have contented clients.
“Come back and see me one day,” she said.
“Thank you,” said Quentin, “I am sure I... we... would love to.”
“And, if you ever want to send Julia or Melissa back, you can, of course.”
“I won’t forget,” smiled Quentin.
“Or, you can always send anyone else you like.”
“I’ll remember that...”
“Goodbye now, then.”
Madame Vesta shook hands with them both. “Goodbye,” they said.. and went up the small ladder into the helicopter. In moments the blades began to whirr.
“Well,” said Quentin, as the machine lifted gently off, “Julia got her wish at last.”
“What’s that?” asked Glenda.
“For me to take her with me!” answered Quentin. And he smiled and smiled... all the way to the horizon...
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