Enslaved on an Alien World Ch 02
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fter two days under sedation and treatment, Julia was taken back to her cabin-cell by Miss Judith.
„Now you know what a good caning’s like, don’t you, slave?“ said Miss Judith.
„Y-Yes, Miss...“
Julia was shivering as she knelt on her bunk. Now she was in even greater dread of the blonde overseer... not to mention the whole system. Her pride and resistance had already seemingly shrunk to a pin-point. She would not have recognised herself as the same person of a few weeks before... nor even believed she could have become so cowed in so short a time. but it was a fact.
She scarcely resented Miss Judith’s authority over her, she simply accepted it.
The fact that she was addressed as ‘slave’ scarcely concerned her either. She accepted that too.
Indeed, she was gradually being forced to accept the fact that she was a slave. Which, of course, was the intention. Furthermore, she would be made a most able and willing slave by the time Quentin Osman returned.
„And you recall what Madame said before I thrashed you?“
„N-No... n-not exactly, Miss...“
„Well, I will refresh your memory, slave,“ said Miss Judith. „She told you that, if there was any more disobedience of that fashion - that is to say, refusing to display your wares to a gentleman - you would receive thirty-six strokes.“
Julia shuddered convulsively. Such cruelty did not seem possible. Certainly not endurable. But she knew in her heart that this was no idle threat. The punishment would be carried out if it was considered merited. No matter how unjust... or how vile... the circumstances.
Her mind reeled.
Somehow... somehow, she said to herself, I must make myself obey. Oh God give me strength to do so!
„Is that clearly understood?“
„Y-Yes... Miss...“
„Good. And let it also be clearly understood that, if the occasion arises, I shall enjoy giving them to you.“ Miss
Judith deliberately spoke with callous cruelty. „You have a bottom made for the rod, my girl.“
Julia shuddered uncontrollably again. Though there was a black core of hate in her heart for this blonde sadist, there was a bigger black core of fear of her.
„Yes, Miss,“ she said meekly.
Miss Judith smiled suddenly and briefly. „I do believe you’re beginning to learn,“ she said. „Though you’ve got a long way to go yet.“
It was delightful to have this supremely arrogant and short-tempered woman beginning to crawl to her!
„Now,“ said Miss Judith, „we’ll have a little rehearsal ... of what happens it, at some time in the future, a gentleman wishes to take a look at your charms.“
Julia’s mouth twitched, she shuddered again, but remained silent.
„Now,“ continued Miss Judith, „you at once get down on hands and knees, if you’re not already there, and stick your nose down to the bench, the deck, the floor or whatever. Do that...“
Julia moved from the obligatory kneeling posture on the bench, knelt as instructed and pressed her nose to the wood. She closed her eyes, fighting down her thoughts... the sudden prickling resurgence of pride... and willed herself to obey.
Shut off your mind, she said to herself. But how difficult it was!
„Next,“ said Miss Julia, „you dip your back here...“ She put a finger in the small of Julia’s back, „and you stick
your bottom as high as you can. Do that...“
Julia obeyed, gritting her teeth. How worse it would have been, she thought, if a man had actually been present.
„You can do better than that,“ said Miss Judith. „Get it up and out as much as possible. Yes that’s better. You’ve got a good bottom... and you should be proud of it. Proud to show it.“
Julia gritted her teeth tighter. She could have wept, but did not.
„Finally,“ said Miss Judith, „you open your thighs. Do that...“
Once more, shaking with the effort, Julia obeyed. Oh the utter humiliation of it!
„Wider than that,“ said Miss Judith. „You’re supposed to be showing yourself, remember.“ With a dry sob, Julia splayed her thighs wider; as wide as she could. It was the most undignified posture that a woman
could possibly adopt. Both of them knew it.
„Good,“ said Miss Judith complacently. „Yes... that’s quite good. And that, slave, is the correct position under
such circumstances. If you had adopted it on deck, or something similar to it, you would have escaped a good hiding. Still, I don’t suppose you’ll make the same mistake in future, will you?“
„No... Miss...“ whispered Julia.
„Right then,“ continued Miss Judith. „To impress it on you... you will remain like that until I return, if you are
not in the same position when I return, you’ll go on report again.“
„Oh God... no...“ gasped Julia involuntarily.
Miss Judith smiled. With that caning she had certainly got through to her ‘new recruit’!
„I’m afraid so,“ she said. Then she turned and left the cabin-cell. The key turned.
Thus it was that, twenty-two-year-old Julia Chant, the desirable and desired pseudo-socialite... once the object of repeated flattery and attention... once the envy of so many... knelt naked and shamed, her nose to the boards, an iron collar attached to a chain about her neck.
And she dare not move!
„Suck, girlie, suck... mmm... that’s great...“
This was the third day Gordon Crane had had Melissa as his personal slave girl. Unfortunately for him, it would be the last (for the time being anyway) for the demands of businessduty called. He had to leave the `Paradise´.
He lay back enjoying the delicious sensations. This time I’ll let her mouth do all the work, he said to himself. He’d done that before needless to say. A little later, he’d just about have time to fuck her once more.
Yes, he must have her again. She was too good to miss.
The perfect sex-slave.
„Mmmm... mmm... lovely... you’re going to get the load this time...“
The mouth seemed to suck even more zealously.
Gordon had been having a whale of a time in the previous forty-eight hours... and was beginning to feel just a trifle jaded. Well worth that, of course!
In between slaking his inordinate sexual lust upon the lovely Melissa he had enjoyed exceedingly having her simply as a plaything. To order about as he wished... to pose as he wished... to humiliate as he wished. There had seemed nothing humanly possible that she would not do whenever he said the word. Quite remarkable!
He had spanked her a few times, paddled her and once, just for the Hell of it, had caned her. Nothing untoward. Just a dozen good, crisp strokes. Melissa, in fact, had made more of a fuss over receiving them than she need have done. She realised her ‘master’ got more kicks that way.
Gordon began to mount swiftly to his climax, gripping Melissa’s auburn hair as he did so. Oh God... it... it was
marvellous...
She was giving him everything ...
Haunches jerking, the bubble burst... and Gordon jetted the lava of his lust.
Melissa went on sucking avidly. A ‘slave’ did not stop before her ‘master’ had given everything he’d got!
The helicopter was due to land shortly on the platform whichhad been raised at the aft end of the `Paradise´.
It was all part of the organisation.
„I’m glad you’re sending Diana here,“ said Madame Vesta.
„I’m sure you won’t be disappointed.“
„From what I’ve seen, I’m sure I won’t,“ smiled Gordon Crane. He felt contented and relaxed. Masterful and confident. That Melissa really had done something for his ego.
„It will be damned good for her,“ he added with almost a snarl.
„Yes... yes...“ said Madame Vesta sympathetically, „infidelity can be a most painful and annoying thing. That
is probably the reason why over two thirds of the girls are sent here.“
„So I would imagine...“
„You will make the necessary financial transfer then? Into the Swiss bank account? And I will make all the other arrangements. It will go quite smoothly, I assure you, Mr. Crane. I should think Diana will be aboard in a month or six weeks.“
„Fine... fine...“ said Gordon, instinctively rubbing his hands. That two-timing bitch deserved all she was going to get!
At that moment, Gordon Crane espied the tall, leather-clad figure of Miss Judith coming down the deck towards them. In tow, she had a slave-girl. Gordon saw it was the exceedingly attractive Julia... the one similar to Melissa but with dark hair. His mind went back to that day on the deck and he rather wondered what had happened. However, he noted that the shapely figure looked fit, well and unmarked again.
Amazing place that Recovery Room.
„Good afternoon Mr. Crane,“ smiled Miss Judith, „you may remember Julia?“
Gordon smiled and nodded. „As a matter of fact I do,“ he said. A few days before he would have felt embarrassed at the situation. No longer.
„Er... you put in a request the other day...“
„Did I? Oh yes... I remember now.“ Gordon could see a nerve in one of Julia’s cheeks twitching. She was biting her lower lip fiercely.
„Are you still of the same mind?“
„Well, yes,“ grinned Gordon. Slaked as he was with Melissa, indeed why not?
Miss Judith looked at Julia.
„Show yourself to this gentleman, slave,“ she ordered.
With scarcely a moment’s delay, Julia got down on to hands and knees. A terrible groaning sob came from her as she swivelled round. Then, as she must, she put her nose to the deck, thrust up her hindquarters and opened her thighs. She remained there, shuddering... groaning... the knuckles of both hands clenched white alongside her head.
„Mmmm...“ said Gordon appreciatively, „very pretty...“
He continued to gaze. Yes, this Julia was quite some dish.
„You may note, Mr. Crane,“ said Miss Judith, „that Julia’s behaviour has improved in the last few days.“
„Yes, I do,“ said Gordon.
„She has learnt what disobedience brings,“ said Miss Judith.
Gordon saw the faint, quivering twitch of Julia’s soft white nates. No doubt they’d really put her through it.
Still... it worked... it worked... no doubt of that!
It was a final and fitting demonstration of the efficiency of the regime aboard the `Paradise´.
For at that moment the sound of the approaching helicopter could be heard.
„W-Where have you been?“
Julia was back in the cabin-cell; the degradation of the incident on the deck still burned within her.
„I have been the personal slave of a b**st called Gordon Crane,“ answered Melissa with weary bitterness.
Julia realised that, compared with what Melissa had had to do and what she had had to do - she must be making a fuss over nothing. Yet it did not feel like it.
„I... feel sorry for you...“ she whispered.
„Don’t,“ said Melissa shortly. „Save any sorrow for yourself. It could happen to you one day.“
It was something that Julia would have believed utterly impossible not long ago. Now she knew it was true. She stayed silent.
„What happened to you?“ asked Melissa after a while.
„On... on Report... you mean?“
„Yes...“
„I got caned. By Miss Judith.“
Melissa nodded. „It might have been worse,“ she said.
Julia raised her eyebrows disbelievingly and shuddered.
„Oh no...“ she whispered.
„How many did you get then?“
„Twenty-four...“ replied Julia, still shuddering at the memory. „Eighteen to begin with,“ she added, „then another six for... for being foolish...“
„Resisting?“
„Yes...“
Melissa sighed. „Although I warned you, I know it isn’t easy, believe me. But do go on trying, Julia. And... and... I do understand that, especially when you’re first here, twenty-four of the rod really is quite terrible.“ She composed herself as best she could on her hard bunk. At least she was rid of that disgusting bastard.
Julia composed herself likewise. The two lovely young women lay naked, in abject silence.
„Now you know what a good caning’s like, don’t you, slave?“ said Miss Judith.
„Y-Yes, Miss...“
Julia was shivering as she knelt on her bunk. Now she was in even greater dread of the blonde overseer... not to mention the whole system. Her pride and resistance had already seemingly shrunk to a pin-point. She would not have recognised herself as the same person of a few weeks before... nor even believed she could have become so cowed in so short a time. but it was a fact.
She scarcely resented Miss Judith’s authority over her, she simply accepted it.
The fact that she was addressed as ‘slave’ scarcely concerned her either. She accepted that too.
Indeed, she was gradually being forced to accept the fact that she was a slave. Which, of course, was the intention. Furthermore, she would be made a most able and willing slave by the time Quentin Osman returned.
„And you recall what Madame said before I thrashed you?“
„N-No... n-not exactly, Miss...“
„Well, I will refresh your memory, slave,“ said Miss Judith. „She told you that, if there was any more disobedience of that fashion - that is to say, refusing to display your wares to a gentleman - you would receive thirty-six strokes.“
Julia shuddered convulsively. Such cruelty did not seem possible. Certainly not endurable. But she knew in her heart that this was no idle threat. The punishment would be carried out if it was considered merited. No matter how unjust... or how vile... the circumstances.
Her mind reeled.
Somehow... somehow, she said to herself, I must make myself obey. Oh God give me strength to do so!
„Is that clearly understood?“
„Y-Yes... Miss...“
„Good. And let it also be clearly understood that, if the occasion arises, I shall enjoy giving them to you.“ Miss
Judith deliberately spoke with callous cruelty. „You have a bottom made for the rod, my girl.“
Julia shuddered uncontrollably again. Though there was a black core of hate in her heart for this blonde sadist, there was a bigger black core of fear of her.
„Yes, Miss,“ she said meekly.
Miss Judith smiled suddenly and briefly. „I do believe you’re beginning to learn,“ she said. „Though you’ve got a long way to go yet.“
It was delightful to have this supremely arrogant and short-tempered woman beginning to crawl to her!
„Now,“ said Miss Judith, „we’ll have a little rehearsal ... of what happens it, at some time in the future, a gentleman wishes to take a look at your charms.“
Julia’s mouth twitched, she shuddered again, but remained silent.
„Now,“ continued Miss Judith, „you at once get down on hands and knees, if you’re not already there, and stick your nose down to the bench, the deck, the floor or whatever. Do that...“
Julia moved from the obligatory kneeling posture on the bench, knelt as instructed and pressed her nose to the wood. She closed her eyes, fighting down her thoughts... the sudden prickling resurgence of pride... and willed herself to obey.
Shut off your mind, she said to herself. But how difficult it was!
„Next,“ said Miss Julia, „you dip your back here...“ She put a finger in the small of Julia’s back, „and you stick
your bottom as high as you can. Do that...“
Julia obeyed, gritting her teeth. How worse it would have been, she thought, if a man had actually been present.
„You can do better than that,“ said Miss Judith. „Get it up and out as much as possible. Yes that’s better. You’ve got a good bottom... and you should be proud of it. Proud to show it.“
Julia gritted her teeth tighter. She could have wept, but did not.
„Finally,“ said Miss Judith, „you open your thighs. Do that...“
Once more, shaking with the effort, Julia obeyed. Oh the utter humiliation of it!
„Wider than that,“ said Miss Judith. „You’re supposed to be showing yourself, remember.“ With a dry sob, Julia splayed her thighs wider; as wide as she could. It was the most undignified posture that a woman
could possibly adopt. Both of them knew it.
„Good,“ said Miss Judith complacently. „Yes... that’s quite good. And that, slave, is the correct position under
such circumstances. If you had adopted it on deck, or something similar to it, you would have escaped a good hiding. Still, I don’t suppose you’ll make the same mistake in future, will you?“
„No... Miss...“ whispered Julia.
„Right then,“ continued Miss Judith. „To impress it on you... you will remain like that until I return, if you are
not in the same position when I return, you’ll go on report again.“
„Oh God... no...“ gasped Julia involuntarily.
Miss Judith smiled. With that caning she had certainly got through to her ‘new recruit’!
„I’m afraid so,“ she said. Then she turned and left the cabin-cell. The key turned.
Thus it was that, twenty-two-year-old Julia Chant, the desirable and desired pseudo-socialite... once the object of repeated flattery and attention... once the envy of so many... knelt naked and shamed, her nose to the boards, an iron collar attached to a chain about her neck.
And she dare not move!
„Suck, girlie, suck... mmm... that’s great...“
This was the third day Gordon Crane had had Melissa as his personal slave girl. Unfortunately for him, it would be the last (for the time being anyway) for the demands of businessduty called. He had to leave the `Paradise´.
He lay back enjoying the delicious sensations. This time I’ll let her mouth do all the work, he said to himself. He’d done that before needless to say. A little later, he’d just about have time to fuck her once more.
Yes, he must have her again. She was too good to miss.
The perfect sex-slave.
„Mmmm... mmm... lovely... you’re going to get the load this time...“
The mouth seemed to suck even more zealously.
Gordon had been having a whale of a time in the previous forty-eight hours... and was beginning to feel just a trifle jaded. Well worth that, of course!
In between slaking his inordinate sexual lust upon the lovely Melissa he had enjoyed exceedingly having her simply as a plaything. To order about as he wished... to pose as he wished... to humiliate as he wished. There had seemed nothing humanly possible that she would not do whenever he said the word. Quite remarkable!
He had spanked her a few times, paddled her and once, just for the Hell of it, had caned her. Nothing untoward. Just a dozen good, crisp strokes. Melissa, in fact, had made more of a fuss over receiving them than she need have done. She realised her ‘master’ got more kicks that way.
Gordon began to mount swiftly to his climax, gripping Melissa’s auburn hair as he did so. Oh God... it... it was
marvellous...
She was giving him everything ...
Haunches jerking, the bubble burst... and Gordon jetted the lava of his lust.
Melissa went on sucking avidly. A ‘slave’ did not stop before her ‘master’ had given everything he’d got!
The helicopter was due to land shortly on the platform whichhad been raised at the aft end of the `Paradise´.
It was all part of the organisation.
„I’m glad you’re sending Diana here,“ said Madame Vesta.
„I’m sure you won’t be disappointed.“
„From what I’ve seen, I’m sure I won’t,“ smiled Gordon Crane. He felt contented and relaxed. Masterful and confident. That Melissa really had done something for his ego.
„It will be damned good for her,“ he added with almost a snarl.
„Yes... yes...“ said Madame Vesta sympathetically, „infidelity can be a most painful and annoying thing. That
is probably the reason why over two thirds of the girls are sent here.“
„So I would imagine...“
„You will make the necessary financial transfer then? Into the Swiss bank account? And I will make all the other arrangements. It will go quite smoothly, I assure you, Mr. Crane. I should think Diana will be aboard in a month or six weeks.“
„Fine... fine...“ said Gordon, instinctively rubbing his hands. That two-timing bitch deserved all she was going to get!
At that moment, Gordon Crane espied the tall, leather-clad figure of Miss Judith coming down the deck towards them. In tow, she had a slave-girl. Gordon saw it was the exceedingly attractive Julia... the one similar to Melissa but with dark hair. His mind went back to that day on the deck and he rather wondered what had happened. However, he noted that the shapely figure looked fit, well and unmarked again.
Amazing place that Recovery Room.
„Good afternoon Mr. Crane,“ smiled Miss Judith, „you may remember Julia?“
Gordon smiled and nodded. „As a matter of fact I do,“ he said. A few days before he would have felt embarrassed at the situation. No longer.
„Er... you put in a request the other day...“
„Did I? Oh yes... I remember now.“ Gordon could see a nerve in one of Julia’s cheeks twitching. She was biting her lower lip fiercely.
„Are you still of the same mind?“
„Well, yes,“ grinned Gordon. Slaked as he was with Melissa, indeed why not?
Miss Judith looked at Julia.
„Show yourself to this gentleman, slave,“ she ordered.
With scarcely a moment’s delay, Julia got down on to hands and knees. A terrible groaning sob came from her as she swivelled round. Then, as she must, she put her nose to the deck, thrust up her hindquarters and opened her thighs. She remained there, shuddering... groaning... the knuckles of both hands clenched white alongside her head.
„Mmmm...“ said Gordon appreciatively, „very pretty...“
He continued to gaze. Yes, this Julia was quite some dish.
„You may note, Mr. Crane,“ said Miss Judith, „that Julia’s behaviour has improved in the last few days.“
„Yes, I do,“ said Gordon.
„She has learnt what disobedience brings,“ said Miss Judith.
Gordon saw the faint, quivering twitch of Julia’s soft white nates. No doubt they’d really put her through it.
Still... it worked... it worked... no doubt of that!
It was a final and fitting demonstration of the efficiency of the regime aboard the `Paradise´.
For at that moment the sound of the approaching helicopter could be heard.
„W-Where have you been?“
Julia was back in the cabin-cell; the degradation of the incident on the deck still burned within her.
„I have been the personal slave of a b**st called Gordon Crane,“ answered Melissa with weary bitterness.
Julia realised that, compared with what Melissa had had to do and what she had had to do - she must be making a fuss over nothing. Yet it did not feel like it.
„I... feel sorry for you...“ she whispered.
„Don’t,“ said Melissa shortly. „Save any sorrow for yourself. It could happen to you one day.“
It was something that Julia would have believed utterly impossible not long ago. Now she knew it was true. She stayed silent.
„What happened to you?“ asked Melissa after a while.
„On... on Report... you mean?“
„Yes...“
„I got caned. By Miss Judith.“
Melissa nodded. „It might have been worse,“ she said.
Julia raised her eyebrows disbelievingly and shuddered.
„Oh no...“ she whispered.
„How many did you get then?“
„Twenty-four...“ replied Julia, still shuddering at the memory. „Eighteen to begin with,“ she added, „then another six for... for being foolish...“
„Resisting?“
„Yes...“
Melissa sighed. „Although I warned you, I know it isn’t easy, believe me. But do go on trying, Julia. And... and... I do understand that, especially when you’re first here, twenty-four of the rod really is quite terrible.“ She composed herself as best she could on her hard bunk. At least she was rid of that disgusting bastard.
Julia composed herself likewise. The two lovely young women lay naked, in abject silence.
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