Enslaved on an Alien World Ch 02
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Having summoned the two negro assistants, Quentin put on a quilted dressing gown and seated himself in one of the armchairs. Julia remained kneeling, contemplating what was ow to happen. She had always known it would. One day. Now this was the day. And it was all Quentin Osman’s doing.
There came a knock on the door.
“Enter,” said Quentin.
The door opened and in came Ahmed and Jason. They were two magnificent specimens of the negro race. Tall, muscular, carrying no fat. Each was coal black, skin gleaming faintly with oil. As usual, each wore only a brief white ‘pouch’.
“You sent for us, Sir,” said Ahmed as Jason closed the door.
“That’s right, gentlemen,” smiled Quentin. “I believe you have both been of some assistance in training my slave. Name of Julia. This one here...” Quentin pointed.
“That’s correct, Sir,” said Ahmed. Jason grinned, big teeth startlingly white.
“May I thank you both,” said Quentin. “You seem to have done a good job.”
“Thank you, Sir,” said Jason. And this time Ahmed grinned.
“I have decided to give you a little reward for your efforts,” continued Quentin. “As you may notice, I have now put a golden chain on Julia. You both know what that means.”
The features of both negroes lit up and they looked with gathering interest at the kneeling figure of Julia. She was silent, shoulders heaving gently, tears running softly over her cheeks.
“Yes,” said Ahmed, “we know what that means.”
Quentin smiled encouragingly. “Well, gentlemen,” he said, “if you are so inclined, I invite you to enjoy my slave in whatever way you wish.”
Ahmed and Jason looked at each other happily. “I think you might say, we ARE so inclined,” said Jason.
The other negro stepped forward and took Julia by her hair, hauling her up to the accompaniment of a wailing cry.
“Why girlie,” he laughed, “I’ve been looking forward to fucking the arse of you ever since I first saw you!” A broad black hand slapped Julia’s bottom. “And I know you’re just going to love it!” Ahmed released Julia’s hair and the girl slumped back to the floor before kneeling erect again.
Meanwhile Jason had slipped off his white ‘pouch’ and Ahmed followed suit.
Quentin studied both men with added interest. He realised they had been specially chosen but was both pleased and envious at what he saw. Both had eight or nine, thicklygirthed inches hanging down between powerful thighs... inches which Quentin reckoned would stiffen up to twelve inches or so. Formidable indeed!
“Aren’t you a lucky girl?” said Quentin, getting up and twisting Julia’s head round towards the two nude giants.
Of course, Julia had seen both of them often enough before. And indeed, she had serviced them with her mouth. But the fact that she was now being given to them completely put a rather different complexion on things. Her mouth quivered uncontrollably.
“Y-Yes... Master...” she managed to make herself say.
“Show a little respect to these two gentlemen then,” ordered Quentin. On the ‘Paradise’, showing respect had its own meaning. Julia knew it well.
Crawling forward, she kissed Jason’s feet. The she insinuated herself up his strong limbs, crushing her breasts to him. When her mouth came to his organ, she kissed it the full length with slavish fervour, whilst cradling the stillsoft, large ‘banana’ of black male flesh in her small white hands. Already that ‘banana’ had begun to swell a little; soon it would be a far larger ‘bone’. Julia repeated her ministrations with Ahmed, whilst Quentin looked on, grinning with lustful cruelty. He almost had to pinch himself to make sure he was not dreaming. The woman doing this was Julia.
Julia Chant! Incredible! And wonderful!
“Good... good... slave,” he murmured as Julia sank down again, having shown the ‘respect’ required of her. “Now, gentlemen, which of you wants to have my Julia first?”
The two men looked at each other. Jason shrugged. “Toss for it?” he suggested.
“Sure,” smiled Quentin. He liked very much the idea of Julia being tossed for. He picked up a coin from the table.
“Call... Ahmed.”
“Heads...”
The coin fell silently to the carpet. “Tails,” announced Quentin. “so she’s all yours Jason.”
Now virtually in full erection, the young negro seemed to consider for a moment. Quentin was even more impressed by the size of him. Quite fearsome.
Jason crooked his fingers, indicating that Julia should rise. “White missie,” he said, “you go and lie on the end of the bed, on your back.”
Trembling, the silent tears still flowing, Julia obeyed. It had been Quentin she’d keyed herself up for... not these two massive black brutes. She lay down as directed. Lush, soft, white... seductively inviting.
Jason grinned down at her. “I got a big one, eh Missie? You had it in your mouth plenty... but never where you’re going to get it now. You like I think.”
The expression on Julia’s face scarcely confirmed these words! Her eyes filled with dread and her nostrils flared with revulsion. “Yes... Sir...” she was heard to whisper.
“Bring up your knees... right to your shoulders,” said Jason.
Julia did so, her bottom curving deliciously.
“Now open wide,” said Jason.
Julia parted her limbs... to proffer herself openly and blatantly. Quentin gazed fascinated. This is my Julia, he said to himself, presenting herself for the pleasure of a negro. A day to remember...
Jason came down, hands flat to the bed. Carefully he positioned himself. The large, ping-mauve knob hovered for a moment, just before Julia’s pouting lips. Then Jason gave a sudden lunge... obviously a deliberately brutal lunge... and was buried in Julia to the hilt.
Julia’s mouth gaped... a high-pitched hissing cry coming from it. Her back arched in a semi-circle and she threshed wildly on the bed while her nails clawed Jason’s back.
“Big prick, eh Missie?” grinned Jason, savouring the feel
and reactions of his victim.
Julia could only groan... and she began to groan more loudly as Jason began to thump in and out of her. There was no question of gentleness... no finesse. All was for Jason’s brute pleasure; Julia was just a fuckable object.
Thump... thump... thump...
“L-Lovely... eh... Missie...”
Thump... thump... thump..... .
Black flesh and white...
Thumpity... thumpity... thumpity... thump...
“Wiggle then, Missie... wriggle that arse...”
Thump... thump... thumpity... thump..
Quentin’s piggy eyes were hot. Often as he had imagined himself doing what Jason was, he reckoned the spectacle was giving him even greater pleasure. This was the haughty Julia getting it! Getting it good and strong too. This was Julia groaning, moaning and gasping as twelve inches of solid black cock rammed into her again and again.
Thumpity... thumpity... thumpity.. thump.. thump... thump...
Now Jason’s pace was increasing. And Julia was threshing and writhing about on the bed quite frantically.
“Do you reckon she’s going to come?” asked Quentin, glancing at Ahmed.
The negro shook his head. “Reckon Jason’s just warming her up for me,” he said.
Faster... faster... and yet faster...
There was no holding Jason now. He was literally galloping towards a climax.
“AAAAGGGGHHHHHHH!” he suddenly cried, haunches jerking frenziedly as he released himself.
Julia laid back, eyes screwed tight, mouth wide and slack.
Shuddering moans came from her. For a moment, Quentin wondered whether she was going to be sick.
“Enjoy her, Jason?” enquired Quentin as the negro peremptorily withdrew.
“Only because she was a first-timer,” replied the negro.
“The girl’s not really willing. And she needs plenty of training.”
Quentin’s eyebrow went up in mock surprise. “Not really willing?” he said. “After all this time... well, well, I’d never have believed it. And you think she needs training, eh? Well, I’m sure that can be arranged.”
He smiled down at Julia who lay on the bed with eyes still closed. There was a sheen of sweat over her lovely body and tears had never ceased to trickle down her cheeks. This, for her, was the ultimate in degradation. At least, so she thought.
“Julia...” said Quentin, “now Ahmed is going to fuck you. I do hope you please him more than you did, Jason.”
Ahmed smiled and took a couple of pillows off the bed, tossing them on the floor. “Up my beauty... and kneel,” he ordered.
Sobbing, Julia struggled up. Her eyes were wild, she trembled incessantly. There, right before her, swung Ahmed’s massive weapon... ready to ravage her. She knelt.
The negro knelt down behind her, clamping big black hands on the fronts of her thighs, pulling them apart. The he positioned himself and entered. Julia uttered a long, low moan.
Out... then in...
Out... then in...
Out... then in...
Out... then in...
Ahmed’s haunches moved with a steady, easy rhythm. He had none of the v******e of Jason, but, all the same, he drove home to the hilt each time, his belly slapping to Julia’s soft white bottom. The negro even had time to wink at his companion.
“She’s warming up a bit now,” he said.
Out... then in...
Out... then in...
Out... then in...
Out... then in...
“Use your arse of yours, girl... use it... or I’ll take the skin off it!” Ahmed’s voice was suddenly harsh.
Quentin smiled delightedly. He was well aware that Julia knew how to ‘use her arse’, but could understand her reluctance. He watched fascinated as the white haunches began to act and
re-act with the black ones.
“That... that’s a bit... better... girl...” grunted Ahmed.
Out and in...
Out and in...
Out and in...
Out and in...
The pace was warming up. And Julia’s haunches were keeping up with that pace.
“Do you think she’ll come this time?” asked Quentin of Jason.
“Could be,” nodded Jason. “she’s getting plenty, isn’t she? And Ahmed’s not finished yet. He already had a fuck earlier today. Plenty in reserve.”
Quentin nodded understandingly. “Good... good,” he said.
“Work it... work it...” Ahmed was saying, each time slapping Julia on her flank.
The girl began to move her haunches in a more violent, more a****l-like fashion. Her rasping breath could be heard and her head drooped as her nails scrabbled into the carpet.
“I think he’s got her going,” said Jason.
Quentin’s smile broadened and he sat himself on the edge of the bed, pulling up Julia’s head by her hair, gazing into her distraught face.
“Let yourself go, my girl,” he encouraged. “You should be delighted to be getting such a nice big prick up you. Come along... come along... show your true colours.
Maidenly modesty does not become you, my dear!”
Ahmed was working up to a really furious pace, but one could sense he still had something left. As for Julia... encouraged or not encouraged... she was suddenly aware that she was lost. That Nature had taken over. That she could not contain the surging sensations within herself. The ravaging organ had quite conquered her; fully possessed her.
As she had seen it possess Melissa. Yet had never believed it could do the same to her.
Hating herself, she began to snort and whimper, her eyes rolling. And through a mist of tears, she could see Quentin grinning lasciviously, his face close to hers, still holding her by the hair.
“Come... come... you randy bitch... come... you know you love it!” he cried.
Julia did just that... with a long, shuddering, v******e... squirming and jerking uncontrollable... sagging down... yet still held up by Quentin. Ahmed had to work hard and fast to catch up with her, only succeeding about a minute later... which only added to the frenzy of Julia’s orgasmic contortions.
“My, my,” smiled Quentin, when the tumult of black and white flesh had finally subsided, “you did enjoy that, Julia, didn’t you?”
But Julia could make no coherent answer.
She could only weep.
She could only weep the bitter tears.
Ten minutes later, Quentin still lounged on his bed. Well content, Ahmed and Jason had taken themselves off. Quentin’s final words to them had been to the effect that they had carte blanche with Julia.
“If you are not otherwise engaged... and, of course, if you fancy her enough... I’d like each of you to fuck her at least once a day.” he had said.
“Sure thing, Mr Osman...”
“And we’ll train her up so that she gives as good as that Melissa.”
“Yes, please do that,” Quentin had said, “you have my permission to give her a good hiding any time you feel she is not giving of her best. Julia likes to pretend she is not all that keen on the male flesh and it is a trait which must be eradicated. For it is simply not true.”
Julia’s expression while she was being consigned to these black giants - and at Quentin’s instructions - gave her owner the very greatest delight. Then he had ordered her off into
the bathroom annexe of his cabin.
“Take a shower, go and clean yourself and make yourself presentable again!” were his words. What a joy it was to treat her like that!
In due time, Julia returned. She had repaired the ravages of her tear-stained face, brushed her rich, shoulder-length hair, and her beautiful body was bathed, powered and perfumed again. She sank to her knees by the side of Quentin’s bed.
“I expect you feel a lot better now, Julia” smiled Quentin.
“Yes, Master...” agreed Julia.
“I don’t mean because you’ve refreshed yourself... but because of the good, solid fucking I arranged for you.”
A quiver of the lower lip, a twitch of the cheek. “Y-Yes, Master...”
“And, as you will have heard, there’s plenty more to come. Every time you get one of those big, black pricks up you, I want you to remember you’ve got me to thank for it.”
A convulsive shudder. “Yes, Master...”
“There’s another thing, of course,” went on Quentin, “any gentleman guest on the ‘Paradise’ can also now have you. So I wouldn’t be at all surprised if you aren’t kept fairly busy.”
Julia was already fighting to hold back her tears again. The new Hell that this gross monster, reclining before her, was devising, did not bear contemplating.
“Y-Yes, M-Master,” she found herself saying, nevertheless.
“All right, Julia... run along and prepare a bath for me. I’ve got to get dressed. Madame Vesta’s entertaining us to cocktails at six.” Quentin had not quite decided whether or not he would retain Julia as his body slave during his stay, but she would do for the time being anyway.
The girl rose a little unsteady to her feet and made for the annexe again. With the pleasure of possession, Quentin eyed the swinging hips and the soft jiggling of the buttock flesh... carrying the weals he had raised.
There was much more enjoyment yet to be obtained form Julia!
Julia bathed and towelled Quentin, laid out his evening clothes, even helped him put them on. He could find no real fault with her service but all the same occasionally slapped the girl’s bottom on the pretence that she was being a bit slow or had not done something exactly to his liking. Julia took those slaps with scarcely a sound. Then, when Quentin was ready to leave the cabin, he fastened a leather collar, which had a chain attached, around his lovely slave’s neck.
The end of the chain he then secured to a small ringbolt at the end of the bed.
The girl would lie there, to await Quentin’s return later in the evening. Doubtless, reflected Quentin, she will have quite a lot to contemplate. Not only concerning the immediate past, but the future too.
There came a knock on the door.
“Enter,” said Quentin.
The door opened and in came Ahmed and Jason. They were two magnificent specimens of the negro race. Tall, muscular, carrying no fat. Each was coal black, skin gleaming faintly with oil. As usual, each wore only a brief white ‘pouch’.
“You sent for us, Sir,” said Ahmed as Jason closed the door.
“That’s right, gentlemen,” smiled Quentin. “I believe you have both been of some assistance in training my slave. Name of Julia. This one here...” Quentin pointed.
“That’s correct, Sir,” said Ahmed. Jason grinned, big teeth startlingly white.
“May I thank you both,” said Quentin. “You seem to have done a good job.”
“Thank you, Sir,” said Jason. And this time Ahmed grinned.
“I have decided to give you a little reward for your efforts,” continued Quentin. “As you may notice, I have now put a golden chain on Julia. You both know what that means.”
The features of both negroes lit up and they looked with gathering interest at the kneeling figure of Julia. She was silent, shoulders heaving gently, tears running softly over her cheeks.
“Yes,” said Ahmed, “we know what that means.”
Quentin smiled encouragingly. “Well, gentlemen,” he said, “if you are so inclined, I invite you to enjoy my slave in whatever way you wish.”
Ahmed and Jason looked at each other happily. “I think you might say, we ARE so inclined,” said Jason.
The other negro stepped forward and took Julia by her hair, hauling her up to the accompaniment of a wailing cry.
“Why girlie,” he laughed, “I’ve been looking forward to fucking the arse of you ever since I first saw you!” A broad black hand slapped Julia’s bottom. “And I know you’re just going to love it!” Ahmed released Julia’s hair and the girl slumped back to the floor before kneeling erect again.
Meanwhile Jason had slipped off his white ‘pouch’ and Ahmed followed suit.
Quentin studied both men with added interest. He realised they had been specially chosen but was both pleased and envious at what he saw. Both had eight or nine, thicklygirthed inches hanging down between powerful thighs... inches which Quentin reckoned would stiffen up to twelve inches or so. Formidable indeed!
“Aren’t you a lucky girl?” said Quentin, getting up and twisting Julia’s head round towards the two nude giants.
Of course, Julia had seen both of them often enough before. And indeed, she had serviced them with her mouth. But the fact that she was now being given to them completely put a rather different complexion on things. Her mouth quivered uncontrollably.
“Y-Yes... Master...” she managed to make herself say.
“Show a little respect to these two gentlemen then,” ordered Quentin. On the ‘Paradise’, showing respect had its own meaning. Julia knew it well.
Crawling forward, she kissed Jason’s feet. The she insinuated herself up his strong limbs, crushing her breasts to him. When her mouth came to his organ, she kissed it the full length with slavish fervour, whilst cradling the stillsoft, large ‘banana’ of black male flesh in her small white hands. Already that ‘banana’ had begun to swell a little; soon it would be a far larger ‘bone’. Julia repeated her ministrations with Ahmed, whilst Quentin looked on, grinning with lustful cruelty. He almost had to pinch himself to make sure he was not dreaming. The woman doing this was Julia.
Julia Chant! Incredible! And wonderful!
“Good... good... slave,” he murmured as Julia sank down again, having shown the ‘respect’ required of her. “Now, gentlemen, which of you wants to have my Julia first?”
The two men looked at each other. Jason shrugged. “Toss for it?” he suggested.
“Sure,” smiled Quentin. He liked very much the idea of Julia being tossed for. He picked up a coin from the table.
“Call... Ahmed.”
“Heads...”
The coin fell silently to the carpet. “Tails,” announced Quentin. “so she’s all yours Jason.”
Now virtually in full erection, the young negro seemed to consider for a moment. Quentin was even more impressed by the size of him. Quite fearsome.
Jason crooked his fingers, indicating that Julia should rise. “White missie,” he said, “you go and lie on the end of the bed, on your back.”
Trembling, the silent tears still flowing, Julia obeyed. It had been Quentin she’d keyed herself up for... not these two massive black brutes. She lay down as directed. Lush, soft, white... seductively inviting.
Jason grinned down at her. “I got a big one, eh Missie? You had it in your mouth plenty... but never where you’re going to get it now. You like I think.”
The expression on Julia’s face scarcely confirmed these words! Her eyes filled with dread and her nostrils flared with revulsion. “Yes... Sir...” she was heard to whisper.
“Bring up your knees... right to your shoulders,” said Jason.
Julia did so, her bottom curving deliciously.
“Now open wide,” said Jason.
Julia parted her limbs... to proffer herself openly and blatantly. Quentin gazed fascinated. This is my Julia, he said to himself, presenting herself for the pleasure of a negro. A day to remember...
Jason came down, hands flat to the bed. Carefully he positioned himself. The large, ping-mauve knob hovered for a moment, just before Julia’s pouting lips. Then Jason gave a sudden lunge... obviously a deliberately brutal lunge... and was buried in Julia to the hilt.
Julia’s mouth gaped... a high-pitched hissing cry coming from it. Her back arched in a semi-circle and she threshed wildly on the bed while her nails clawed Jason’s back.
“Big prick, eh Missie?” grinned Jason, savouring the feel
and reactions of his victim.
Julia could only groan... and she began to groan more loudly as Jason began to thump in and out of her. There was no question of gentleness... no finesse. All was for Jason’s brute pleasure; Julia was just a fuckable object.
Thump... thump... thump...
“L-Lovely... eh... Missie...”
Thump... thump... thump..... .
Black flesh and white...
Thumpity... thumpity... thumpity... thump...
“Wiggle then, Missie... wriggle that arse...”
Thump... thump... thumpity... thump..
Quentin’s piggy eyes were hot. Often as he had imagined himself doing what Jason was, he reckoned the spectacle was giving him even greater pleasure. This was the haughty Julia getting it! Getting it good and strong too. This was Julia groaning, moaning and gasping as twelve inches of solid black cock rammed into her again and again.
Thumpity... thumpity... thumpity.. thump.. thump... thump...
Now Jason’s pace was increasing. And Julia was threshing and writhing about on the bed quite frantically.
“Do you reckon she’s going to come?” asked Quentin, glancing at Ahmed.
The negro shook his head. “Reckon Jason’s just warming her up for me,” he said.
Faster... faster... and yet faster...
There was no holding Jason now. He was literally galloping towards a climax.
“AAAAGGGGHHHHHHH!” he suddenly cried, haunches jerking frenziedly as he released himself.
Julia laid back, eyes screwed tight, mouth wide and slack.
Shuddering moans came from her. For a moment, Quentin wondered whether she was going to be sick.
“Enjoy her, Jason?” enquired Quentin as the negro peremptorily withdrew.
“Only because she was a first-timer,” replied the negro.
“The girl’s not really willing. And she needs plenty of training.”
Quentin’s eyebrow went up in mock surprise. “Not really willing?” he said. “After all this time... well, well, I’d never have believed it. And you think she needs training, eh? Well, I’m sure that can be arranged.”
He smiled down at Julia who lay on the bed with eyes still closed. There was a sheen of sweat over her lovely body and tears had never ceased to trickle down her cheeks. This, for her, was the ultimate in degradation. At least, so she thought.
“Julia...” said Quentin, “now Ahmed is going to fuck you. I do hope you please him more than you did, Jason.”
Ahmed smiled and took a couple of pillows off the bed, tossing them on the floor. “Up my beauty... and kneel,” he ordered.
Sobbing, Julia struggled up. Her eyes were wild, she trembled incessantly. There, right before her, swung Ahmed’s massive weapon... ready to ravage her. She knelt.
The negro knelt down behind her, clamping big black hands on the fronts of her thighs, pulling them apart. The he positioned himself and entered. Julia uttered a long, low moan.
Out... then in...
Out... then in...
Out... then in...
Out... then in...
Ahmed’s haunches moved with a steady, easy rhythm. He had none of the v******e of Jason, but, all the same, he drove home to the hilt each time, his belly slapping to Julia’s soft white bottom. The negro even had time to wink at his companion.
“She’s warming up a bit now,” he said.
Out... then in...
Out... then in...
Out... then in...
Out... then in...
“Use your arse of yours, girl... use it... or I’ll take the skin off it!” Ahmed’s voice was suddenly harsh.
Quentin smiled delightedly. He was well aware that Julia knew how to ‘use her arse’, but could understand her reluctance. He watched fascinated as the white haunches began to act and
re-act with the black ones.
“That... that’s a bit... better... girl...” grunted Ahmed.
Out and in...
Out and in...
Out and in...
Out and in...
The pace was warming up. And Julia’s haunches were keeping up with that pace.
“Do you think she’ll come this time?” asked Quentin of Jason.
“Could be,” nodded Jason. “she’s getting plenty, isn’t she? And Ahmed’s not finished yet. He already had a fuck earlier today. Plenty in reserve.”
Quentin nodded understandingly. “Good... good,” he said.
“Work it... work it...” Ahmed was saying, each time slapping Julia on her flank.
The girl began to move her haunches in a more violent, more a****l-like fashion. Her rasping breath could be heard and her head drooped as her nails scrabbled into the carpet.
“I think he’s got her going,” said Jason.
Quentin’s smile broadened and he sat himself on the edge of the bed, pulling up Julia’s head by her hair, gazing into her distraught face.
“Let yourself go, my girl,” he encouraged. “You should be delighted to be getting such a nice big prick up you. Come along... come along... show your true colours.
Maidenly modesty does not become you, my dear!”
Ahmed was working up to a really furious pace, but one could sense he still had something left. As for Julia... encouraged or not encouraged... she was suddenly aware that she was lost. That Nature had taken over. That she could not contain the surging sensations within herself. The ravaging organ had quite conquered her; fully possessed her.
As she had seen it possess Melissa. Yet had never believed it could do the same to her.
Hating herself, she began to snort and whimper, her eyes rolling. And through a mist of tears, she could see Quentin grinning lasciviously, his face close to hers, still holding her by the hair.
“Come... come... you randy bitch... come... you know you love it!” he cried.
Julia did just that... with a long, shuddering, v******e... squirming and jerking uncontrollable... sagging down... yet still held up by Quentin. Ahmed had to work hard and fast to catch up with her, only succeeding about a minute later... which only added to the frenzy of Julia’s orgasmic contortions.
“My, my,” smiled Quentin, when the tumult of black and white flesh had finally subsided, “you did enjoy that, Julia, didn’t you?”
But Julia could make no coherent answer.
She could only weep.
She could only weep the bitter tears.
Ten minutes later, Quentin still lounged on his bed. Well content, Ahmed and Jason had taken themselves off. Quentin’s final words to them had been to the effect that they had carte blanche with Julia.
“If you are not otherwise engaged... and, of course, if you fancy her enough... I’d like each of you to fuck her at least once a day.” he had said.
“Sure thing, Mr Osman...”
“And we’ll train her up so that she gives as good as that Melissa.”
“Yes, please do that,” Quentin had said, “you have my permission to give her a good hiding any time you feel she is not giving of her best. Julia likes to pretend she is not all that keen on the male flesh and it is a trait which must be eradicated. For it is simply not true.”
Julia’s expression while she was being consigned to these black giants - and at Quentin’s instructions - gave her owner the very greatest delight. Then he had ordered her off into
the bathroom annexe of his cabin.
“Take a shower, go and clean yourself and make yourself presentable again!” were his words. What a joy it was to treat her like that!
In due time, Julia returned. She had repaired the ravages of her tear-stained face, brushed her rich, shoulder-length hair, and her beautiful body was bathed, powered and perfumed again. She sank to her knees by the side of Quentin’s bed.
“I expect you feel a lot better now, Julia” smiled Quentin.
“Yes, Master...” agreed Julia.
“I don’t mean because you’ve refreshed yourself... but because of the good, solid fucking I arranged for you.”
A quiver of the lower lip, a twitch of the cheek. “Y-Yes, Master...”
“And, as you will have heard, there’s plenty more to come. Every time you get one of those big, black pricks up you, I want you to remember you’ve got me to thank for it.”
A convulsive shudder. “Yes, Master...”
“There’s another thing, of course,” went on Quentin, “any gentleman guest on the ‘Paradise’ can also now have you. So I wouldn’t be at all surprised if you aren’t kept fairly busy.”
Julia was already fighting to hold back her tears again. The new Hell that this gross monster, reclining before her, was devising, did not bear contemplating.
“Y-Yes, M-Master,” she found herself saying, nevertheless.
“All right, Julia... run along and prepare a bath for me. I’ve got to get dressed. Madame Vesta’s entertaining us to cocktails at six.” Quentin had not quite decided whether or not he would retain Julia as his body slave during his stay, but she would do for the time being anyway.
The girl rose a little unsteady to her feet and made for the annexe again. With the pleasure of possession, Quentin eyed the swinging hips and the soft jiggling of the buttock flesh... carrying the weals he had raised.
There was much more enjoyment yet to be obtained form Julia!
Julia bathed and towelled Quentin, laid out his evening clothes, even helped him put them on. He could find no real fault with her service but all the same occasionally slapped the girl’s bottom on the pretence that she was being a bit slow or had not done something exactly to his liking. Julia took those slaps with scarcely a sound. Then, when Quentin was ready to leave the cabin, he fastened a leather collar, which had a chain attached, around his lovely slave’s neck.
The end of the chain he then secured to a small ringbolt at the end of the bed.
The girl would lie there, to await Quentin’s return later in the evening. Doubtless, reflected Quentin, she will have quite a lot to contemplate. Not only concerning the immediate past, but the future too.
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