Enslaved on an Alien World Ch 02
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By ten o'clock next morning, Quentin felt fully restored. He rang down for coffee, happily aware that he had a solid hard on. It reminded him to take his first dose of Elixir. Marvellous stuff! Should I fuck the serving slave when she arrives, he asked himself? No... better hold back for the moment. One never knew what was coming up during the day. Certainly not Melissa. It would be all of thirty six hours before she was restored to her normal condition. I'll simply have to be patient said Quentin to himself.
He was almost on the point of changing his mind when the serving slave arived. She was a shapely redhead, with white skin like Rebecca's and most beautiful tits. Firm half-melons which joggled incessantly with her movements. Then he noticed the silver chain about the girl's waist. No go there. Of course, he could have sent for another slave but, at that moment, couldn't be bothered. He sipped his coffee and relaxed on a pile of pillows, glancing through a copy of `Penthouse´ which had been placed on his bedside table. The girls on the `Paradise´ were very much on a par with those in the magazine, he thought.
Later, Quentin took a lazy bath instead of a shower and then slipped into a towelling dressing gown. It might be worthwhile going up to the quarter deck, he thought. At that moment, the house phone rang.
„Good morning, Mr Osman. This is Miss Judith,“ said a crystal clear voice.
„Good morning, Miss Judith. And how are you?“
„Fine... fine... thanks. And I hope you are well.“
„Yes, I'm feeling great... „
„Mr Osman, I'm wondering if you could do me a favour.“
„I'll try, Miss Judith.“ He much fancied the tall, powerful blonde but, by then, was aware there was no chance of having her.
„I was wondering whether you could help out with Petula?“
„Petula?“
„Yes... you may recall the slave on deck-scrubbing. Got fucked by Ahmed.“
„Oh yes, I remember now.“
„You may also recall that her Master gave instructions that this week, she was to be fucked at leat six times a day?“
„Yes... that's so...“
„Well, it so happens that all four of our Trainers have got a pretty big work load at the moment. It occured to me you might be able to help out.“
Quentin experienced a tingle of pleasure. He'd never had such a request made to him before.
„Fuck her, you mean?“
„Precisely that, Mr Osman.“
„Well, I certainly don't see why not.“
„Good... good... that's very kind of you, Mr Osman. I'll bring her up in about half an hour, if that's OK with you?“
„That's fine. Any time you like, in fact, Miss Judith.“ When Quentin put down the receiver he found he was already hardening again.
With black booths, thigh-length, a black bolero and short skirt, Miss Judith came striding into the cabin, leading Petula behind her. The girl was blonde but not blonde as the Overseer. She had a good medium-sized figure and well modelled features. The girl's blue eyes were twin pools of despairand her soft pink lips were quivering.
„This is Petula, Mr Osman.,“ said Miss Judith, „You will have seen her on the aft deck yesterday.“
„I did indeed,“ nodded Quentin. It was a rather odd sensation to know that, shortly, he was going to fuck a young woman he had never spoken to and had only seen in the distance.
„As I told you, Mr Osman, Petula's Master has instructed that, this week, she be fucked at least six times a day. I'd like you to be one of those to do it.“
„Alright by me,“ said Quentin, trying not to get too excited. „Has she yet been fucked today?“
„No. All Trainers are rather engaged at the moment... and Dr Heine too. You will be the first.“
„I see...“ Quentin was pleased about that. He saw that Petula was teembling slightly. It must be quite an ordeal, he thought, to be given peremptorily to a complete stranger. Miss Judith was unlocking Petola's iron collar and, once it was off the girl fell submissively to her knees and placed her nose on the floor.
„Mind if I stay?“ asked Miss Judith.
Quentin was startled, but answered quickly.
„Not a bit, Miss Judith. I won't be taking up too much of your time. Kneel up, girl,“ he said to Petula.
„Take up as much or as little as you like,“ smiled the Overseer. „You'll be saving me the trouble of fucking her myself. Yesterday I had to use a strap-on dildo on her, because she hadn't had her full ration. All very well in its way, but not following her master's instructions to the letter.“
„Quite so,“ smiled Quentin. „Help youself to a drink, Miss Judith.“
„Thanks,“ said the blonde and strolled across to the drinks cabinet. She poured some red wine and Quentin, striving to relax and feel no embarrassment, removed his towelling robe. Petula's features twitched as she looked upon his gross nudity. That was fine. If she didn't like the look of him, so much the better!
„A little respect first,“ said Quentin, as Miss Judith seated herself and crossed her long limbs. She sipped her wine, seemingly rather disinterested in what was going on.
Petula came forward on her knees and placed her palms flat down on Quentin's thighs. Then she began to lick and kiss his fast-swelling prick. The girl's eyes were closed, her nostrils flaring. She was definitely not enjoying herself. Quentin came steadily to full erection.
„Over the end of the bed, slave,“ he ordered, voice just a shade unsteady. And get your arse well in the air.“
Petula, trembling more, crawled to the end of the bed and laid her torso on it. Then she raised her hindquarters up high and parted her thighs. A well used cunt, reflected Quentin as he gazed. That week, certainly!
Quentin clasped two shivering flanks, hearing Petula utter a moaning sigh of resgnation. He positioned himself... felt the parting of the sex-lips... then thrust in. He entered surprisingly easily, finding the girl quite warm and receptive. Nice, very nice. He might have been doing Miss Judith a favour but she was doing him one too.
„I shoved a vibrator up her for ten minutes or so,“ said the Overseer. „To make sure you didn't have any hassle about this.“
Quentin looked up, seeing Miss Judith sipping her wine casually. He was thrusting easily in and out.
„Thanks,“ he said, „she's fine, actually.“ His belly was thumping hard to the up-raising buttocks. Gliding smoothly, gliding easily. Quite a nice cunt. Petula, however, was unresponsive. It was pure ****, not a communal sex exercise.
„Use your arse, slave!“ bellowed Miss Judith. „Come on... use it... or I'll make use of it in a different way!“
This sudden intervention had immediate results. Petula's hindquarters were galvanised into co-operative action.
„That's more like it,“ gasped Quentin as the girl acted and re-acted in rhythm with his forceful thrusts.
„Yes... yes... yes... „ Petula's passage was getting hotter and juicier all the time.
„Sorry about that, Mr Osman,“ Miss Judith was saying. „I wasn't watching her closely enough at first.“
„Ohh... aahh... that's... a-alright... yes... that's alright... M-Miss Judith...“ panted Quentin, „she … ah... she... she's doing a good job now.“
Quentin began to pound faster and faster. Lovely to know that this slave was going to get the same kind of tratment at least five more times that day. Ahmed... Jason... Otto... Khalid. One of them twice, maybe. At least, he was first. In front of Miss Judith, he was trying not to show too much enthusiasm. But, all the same, he was definitely enjoying himself. This girl was getting really squelchy. He could still hear her moaning. And gasping. He wondered if he might make her come.
„How is she, Mr Osman? I mean... you have no complaints?“
„No... no... hhhaaahhh... no Miss Judith... quite a... quite a haaahhh... haahhh good fuck... „ repeated Quentin breathlessly.
„I'm glad about that,“ said the Overseer, „in view of all the trouble you've taken... helping me out like this, I mean...“
„Think... aaahhh... think... nothing... hhhhaaaahhhhhh.... of it...“ said Quentin. He was fast coming to a peak. He rammed and rammed brutally, his features contorted with insensate lust. He had no control over his mouth again. He was drooling lasciviously. Miss Judith looked to one side, not able to bear the sight of it all. As to what Petula was enduring was beyond her capability of imagining. Too, too hideous. But, then, she was nothing more that a slave... who had to endure whatever was inflicted upon her.
Quentin realised that Petula's buttocks were convulsing and quaking. Jerking back and forth. My God... he was making her come! How marvellous! Absolutely marvellous! It was ****, but she couldn't stop herself coming!
The realisation sent Quentin over the brink.
Snorting piggishly, as he normally did at that stage of a sexual encounter, Quentin unleashed himself into the succulent depths he had been given... and conquered. He collapsed down, heart pounding, breathing furiously. Petula moaned. I'll have to watch myself, said Quentin to himself, otherwise I'll be giving myself a heart attack. Madame Vesta's Elixir was all very well, but could his constitutionstand it? Anyway, he reflected, as he slowly recovered, it would be a good way to go. On the job!
He eased himself out and off the body as had just ravaged; then he put on his towelling robe. Petula, still shuddering, remained over the end of the bed.
„Thank you again, Mr Osman,“ said Miss Judith, getting up out of her chair. „I'm sorry about the slow start.“
„That's alright,“ smiled Quentin, looking satisfied. He watched Miss Judith yank up Petula's head by tugging on her hair.
„Slave!“ she rasped, „if I see any more of that lazing during today, I shall give you a good caning. A really good caning. Understand?“
„Y-yer... sss... y-yes... Miss...“ whimpered Petula.
„As it is,“ continued Mis Judith, „for the time being, you can feel a little leather.“ The Overseer slipped the loop of her thong off her wrist and swung it up high.
Tthhwwaaccckkkk!
It cracked down loudly across Petula's still uptzhrust bottom. Quentin had already seen that strap in operation at a distance; close up, it was even more impressive. Petula sucked in her breath, her bottom squirming as it absorbed the swathe of pink-red torment it had just indured.
Tthhhwwwaaaacccckkkk!
Again the strap was laid on with maximum force. Petula yelped, twisting frantically left and right.
„A-Agghhh... aaaaghhhh...“
„When your cunt is being made use of slave, you give everithing.“ rasped Miss Judith. „You know that, slave!“
Tthhhhwwwaaaaccccckkkk!
„Yyaagghhhh... aaaaghhhh... yes... Miss... y-yes... ssss!“
„Yu don't just kneel like a half-death sheep...“
Tthhhhwwaaccckkkkk!
„Aaaaghhh... aaaaghhhh... no, Miss... I... aaaghh... beg pardon... M-Miss...“
Miss Judith re-looped her strap to her wrist and smiled broadly at Quentin.
„I hope I haven't disturbed your morning too much, Mr Osman,“ she said, eyes glinting merrily.
„No... No... Mis Judith. That's quite alright,“ answered Quentin. „Always ready to be of service.“
„I might have to bring her back tomorrow. Would that be OK?“
„Quite OK,“ smiled Quentin.
Miss Judith locked on Petula's collar and yanked the girl to her feet.
„It won't do you any harm to spend the rest of the morning scrubbing the deck.“ Petula groaned softly. „And, who knows, if you're lucky, you might get fucked again while you're doing it!“
With a final wink at Quentin, Miss Judith led the girl out of the cabin.
After he had had a little rest, Quentin decided a swim in the pool might liven him up. Donning a pair of trunks, he made his way there. The pool was situated on one of the fore-decks, quite high up. It was small but adequate. Idling around in the water, Quentin became conscious of sounds coming up from a larger, lower fore-deck. It seemed to him he could hear feet stamping and clicking, sharply barked orders and whimpering noises. Getting out of the pool, he dried himself and lay on a lounger by the side of the pool for a while. He was sheltered from the direct heat of the sun an umbrella. Otherwise it would have been unpleasantly hot. He half dozed for a while, still conscious of the continuing sounds. At last his curiosity got the better of him and he went and leant over the fore-rail, looking down. An unusual sight was before him.
There were four naked slave girls marching along the deck. Each wore a quite large pack on her back and also a broad waist belt. From the front of the belt, ran a leather thong. This thong cut deeply and painfully between the sex-lips before running between the thighs and up through the cleft of the nates, before being buckled at the back of the belt. This accoutreement, Quentin was to learn later, was known as Saddle Strap. Each girl wore a pair of black shoes with five-inch high heel which did not make marching any easier. Quentin saw that, at each step, the thigh was raised to the horizontal, which must have added to the pain for the under-cutting strap.
To one side of the deck, under an umbrella, sat a young Overseer, skimpily clad in a pale blue leotard with calf-length boots of a matching colour. On the table at her side was set what looked like a jug of lime juice and, alongside it, lay the same kind of switch Quentin had seen Miss Lara using in one of the Training Rooms. It was four feet of slim, hard whalebone, very flexible.
Approaching the stern, the four girls did a most military about-turn and came marching back down the deck. Four pairs of naked breasts bounced and swung rhythmically. In perfect time, the thighs pounded up and down. Distress and effort were evident on every face. As they approached near to him, Quentin saw the sweat shining the flesh. This, he thought, looks ever tougher than deck scrubbing. The girls about-turned again and Quentin saw traces of the switch on all buttocks cheeks.
„Keep those backs straight,“ called out the Overseer from under her shady umbrella. Thighs... up... up...up!“
Were these girls being punished, wondered Quentin, or was this just another example of `Ship's Discipline´, like acting as a figure-head on the prow.
The Overseer rose from her chair and strolled slowly across the deck. Whalebone switch swinging almost lazily. Then, as she approached her sweating aquad, it lashed sharply across the bottom og the left hand girl at the rear.
„I said get those thighs UP, Karen!“ barked the Overseer. Uttering a whimpering gasp, the girl stumbled but then quickly resumed her balance and went marching on. The Overseer strolled back and Quentin went down to join her.
She gave him a pleasant smile as he approached.
„Good morning... you're Mr Osman, aren't you? I'm Miss Rixi.“
„That's right,“ nodded Quentin and took a seat alongside the young woman. „Punishment?“ he enquired.
„No,“ replied Miss Rixi. „Just another regular Discipline they all have to undergo from time to time.“
„Looks tough,“ said uentin. His eyes were at one moment on the bouncing breasts and then rolling juddering buttocks.
„It is,“ said the Overseer. „The Saddle Strap doesn't help.“ Quentin presumed, rightly, that Miss Rixi was referring to the cruel, undercutting thong of leather.
„How long have they been at it?“ asked Quentin.
„About fifteen minutes,“ said Miss Rixi. „In five minutes I'll give them a breather. But then they'll resume again, but using dumbbells.“ She pointed a row of them on the other side of the deck.
„They weigh ten pounds each.“
„And the packs?“
„Thirty pounds.“ A little whistle came from Quentin. „No wonder they're sweating,“ he said.
„Keeps them fit,“ smiled Miss Rixi. Quentin wondered how Julia would take to this form of rigorous discipline. Not at all kindly, he reckoned!
„Like an iced drink, Mr Osman?“
„Thanks very much.“ Ice tinkled as the lime juice was poured. How much would one of those figure have given for such a drink?
At last Miss Rixi gave the command for the squad to halt. Then called: „Stand at ease!“ Legs were placed astride. „Stand easy!“ Legs crumpled and the girls fell gasping and sobbing with relief to the deck. Then, after a little while, Quentin saw them all crawling slowly across to the far side of the deck. There stood what looked like a low, iron through. It was. Soon every girl was slurping greedily, each head bent low. The four curving bottoms made pleasant viewing, thought Quentin. My God, how tightly that leather thong looked to be cutting!
„Everything to your liking aboard the `Paradise´?“ asked Miss Rixi pleasantly.
„Very much so,“ replied Quentin.
„You sending a girl here?“
„I am. What I have seen so far has convinced me of the wisdom of doing so,“ said Quentin. Miss Rixi smiled almost conspiratorially.
„If you want her to have a though time, you've chosen the right place,“ she said.
„That is very evident...“
After five minutes, Miss Rixi bellowed an order and the girls hurried over to pick up the dumbbells. The distress of each girl was even more apparent as he got close. Eyes were filled with tears, saliva drobbled from the corner of each mouth, dropping to the breasts where it mingled with the sweat already there.
„You've got twenty more minutes to go,“ announced Miss Rixi, „and now you're all really going to put your backs into it.“ A mouth wobbled out of control.
„Single file... six feet apart,“ ordered the Overseer. The girls hurried into position knowing they would feel the sting of the switch for the slightest delay.
„Raising dumbbells above the head...raise!“ Up went the dumbbells high. Quentin could see the strain of the young muscles.
„Now... around the deck... at the double... MOVE!“
The girls at once set off round the deck, using the same high-stepping gait as before. Closer now, Quentin could hear them gasping and see them wincing. The switch lashes across the bottom of the second girl in the file. She squealed.
„Arms straight, janice!“ ordered Miss Rixi. Arms which had been just fractionally were at once straightened. The switch whistled and hit again, this time across the bottom of the last girl in the file.
„For the SECOND time, karen... get those thighs UP! Unless you want to get a good caning when we're through.“
The discipline really was relentless, reflected Quentin as he strolled back to his seat, and it was amazing these slaves could find the will
He was almost on the point of changing his mind when the serving slave arived. She was a shapely redhead, with white skin like Rebecca's and most beautiful tits. Firm half-melons which joggled incessantly with her movements. Then he noticed the silver chain about the girl's waist. No go there. Of course, he could have sent for another slave but, at that moment, couldn't be bothered. He sipped his coffee and relaxed on a pile of pillows, glancing through a copy of `Penthouse´ which had been placed on his bedside table. The girls on the `Paradise´ were very much on a par with those in the magazine, he thought.
Later, Quentin took a lazy bath instead of a shower and then slipped into a towelling dressing gown. It might be worthwhile going up to the quarter deck, he thought. At that moment, the house phone rang.
„Good morning, Mr Osman. This is Miss Judith,“ said a crystal clear voice.
„Good morning, Miss Judith. And how are you?“
„Fine... fine... thanks. And I hope you are well.“
„Yes, I'm feeling great... „
„Mr Osman, I'm wondering if you could do me a favour.“
„I'll try, Miss Judith.“ He much fancied the tall, powerful blonde but, by then, was aware there was no chance of having her.
„I was wondering whether you could help out with Petula?“
„Petula?“
„Yes... you may recall the slave on deck-scrubbing. Got fucked by Ahmed.“
„Oh yes, I remember now.“
„You may also recall that her Master gave instructions that this week, she was to be fucked at leat six times a day?“
„Yes... that's so...“
„Well, it so happens that all four of our Trainers have got a pretty big work load at the moment. It occured to me you might be able to help out.“
Quentin experienced a tingle of pleasure. He'd never had such a request made to him before.
„Fuck her, you mean?“
„Precisely that, Mr Osman.“
„Well, I certainly don't see why not.“
„Good... good... that's very kind of you, Mr Osman. I'll bring her up in about half an hour, if that's OK with you?“
„That's fine. Any time you like, in fact, Miss Judith.“ When Quentin put down the receiver he found he was already hardening again.
With black booths, thigh-length, a black bolero and short skirt, Miss Judith came striding into the cabin, leading Petula behind her. The girl was blonde but not blonde as the Overseer. She had a good medium-sized figure and well modelled features. The girl's blue eyes were twin pools of despairand her soft pink lips were quivering.
„This is Petula, Mr Osman.,“ said Miss Judith, „You will have seen her on the aft deck yesterday.“
„I did indeed,“ nodded Quentin. It was a rather odd sensation to know that, shortly, he was going to fuck a young woman he had never spoken to and had only seen in the distance.
„As I told you, Mr Osman, Petula's Master has instructed that, this week, she be fucked at least six times a day. I'd like you to be one of those to do it.“
„Alright by me,“ said Quentin, trying not to get too excited. „Has she yet been fucked today?“
„No. All Trainers are rather engaged at the moment... and Dr Heine too. You will be the first.“
„I see...“ Quentin was pleased about that. He saw that Petula was teembling slightly. It must be quite an ordeal, he thought, to be given peremptorily to a complete stranger. Miss Judith was unlocking Petola's iron collar and, once it was off the girl fell submissively to her knees and placed her nose on the floor.
„Mind if I stay?“ asked Miss Judith.
Quentin was startled, but answered quickly.
„Not a bit, Miss Judith. I won't be taking up too much of your time. Kneel up, girl,“ he said to Petula.
„Take up as much or as little as you like,“ smiled the Overseer. „You'll be saving me the trouble of fucking her myself. Yesterday I had to use a strap-on dildo on her, because she hadn't had her full ration. All very well in its way, but not following her master's instructions to the letter.“
„Quite so,“ smiled Quentin. „Help youself to a drink, Miss Judith.“
„Thanks,“ said the blonde and strolled across to the drinks cabinet. She poured some red wine and Quentin, striving to relax and feel no embarrassment, removed his towelling robe. Petula's features twitched as she looked upon his gross nudity. That was fine. If she didn't like the look of him, so much the better!
„A little respect first,“ said Quentin, as Miss Judith seated herself and crossed her long limbs. She sipped her wine, seemingly rather disinterested in what was going on.
Petula came forward on her knees and placed her palms flat down on Quentin's thighs. Then she began to lick and kiss his fast-swelling prick. The girl's eyes were closed, her nostrils flaring. She was definitely not enjoying herself. Quentin came steadily to full erection.
„Over the end of the bed, slave,“ he ordered, voice just a shade unsteady. And get your arse well in the air.“
Petula, trembling more, crawled to the end of the bed and laid her torso on it. Then she raised her hindquarters up high and parted her thighs. A well used cunt, reflected Quentin as he gazed. That week, certainly!
Quentin clasped two shivering flanks, hearing Petula utter a moaning sigh of resgnation. He positioned himself... felt the parting of the sex-lips... then thrust in. He entered surprisingly easily, finding the girl quite warm and receptive. Nice, very nice. He might have been doing Miss Judith a favour but she was doing him one too.
„I shoved a vibrator up her for ten minutes or so,“ said the Overseer. „To make sure you didn't have any hassle about this.“
Quentin looked up, seeing Miss Judith sipping her wine casually. He was thrusting easily in and out.
„Thanks,“ he said, „she's fine, actually.“ His belly was thumping hard to the up-raising buttocks. Gliding smoothly, gliding easily. Quite a nice cunt. Petula, however, was unresponsive. It was pure ****, not a communal sex exercise.
„Use your arse, slave!“ bellowed Miss Judith. „Come on... use it... or I'll make use of it in a different way!“
This sudden intervention had immediate results. Petula's hindquarters were galvanised into co-operative action.
„That's more like it,“ gasped Quentin as the girl acted and re-acted in rhythm with his forceful thrusts.
„Yes... yes... yes... „ Petula's passage was getting hotter and juicier all the time.
„Sorry about that, Mr Osman,“ Miss Judith was saying. „I wasn't watching her closely enough at first.“
„Ohh... aahh... that's... a-alright... yes... that's alright... M-Miss Judith...“ panted Quentin, „she … ah... she... she's doing a good job now.“
Quentin began to pound faster and faster. Lovely to know that this slave was going to get the same kind of tratment at least five more times that day. Ahmed... Jason... Otto... Khalid. One of them twice, maybe. At least, he was first. In front of Miss Judith, he was trying not to show too much enthusiasm. But, all the same, he was definitely enjoying himself. This girl was getting really squelchy. He could still hear her moaning. And gasping. He wondered if he might make her come.
„How is she, Mr Osman? I mean... you have no complaints?“
„No... no... hhhaaahhh... no Miss Judith... quite a... quite a haaahhh... haahhh good fuck... „ repeated Quentin breathlessly.
„I'm glad about that,“ said the Overseer, „in view of all the trouble you've taken... helping me out like this, I mean...“
„Think... aaahhh... think... nothing... hhhhaaaahhhhhh.... of it...“ said Quentin. He was fast coming to a peak. He rammed and rammed brutally, his features contorted with insensate lust. He had no control over his mouth again. He was drooling lasciviously. Miss Judith looked to one side, not able to bear the sight of it all. As to what Petula was enduring was beyond her capability of imagining. Too, too hideous. But, then, she was nothing more that a slave... who had to endure whatever was inflicted upon her.
Quentin realised that Petula's buttocks were convulsing and quaking. Jerking back and forth. My God... he was making her come! How marvellous! Absolutely marvellous! It was ****, but she couldn't stop herself coming!
The realisation sent Quentin over the brink.
Snorting piggishly, as he normally did at that stage of a sexual encounter, Quentin unleashed himself into the succulent depths he had been given... and conquered. He collapsed down, heart pounding, breathing furiously. Petula moaned. I'll have to watch myself, said Quentin to himself, otherwise I'll be giving myself a heart attack. Madame Vesta's Elixir was all very well, but could his constitutionstand it? Anyway, he reflected, as he slowly recovered, it would be a good way to go. On the job!
He eased himself out and off the body as had just ravaged; then he put on his towelling robe. Petula, still shuddering, remained over the end of the bed.
„Thank you again, Mr Osman,“ said Miss Judith, getting up out of her chair. „I'm sorry about the slow start.“
„That's alright,“ smiled Quentin, looking satisfied. He watched Miss Judith yank up Petula's head by tugging on her hair.
„Slave!“ she rasped, „if I see any more of that lazing during today, I shall give you a good caning. A really good caning. Understand?“
„Y-yer... sss... y-yes... Miss...“ whimpered Petula.
„As it is,“ continued Mis Judith, „for the time being, you can feel a little leather.“ The Overseer slipped the loop of her thong off her wrist and swung it up high.
Tthhwwaaccckkkk!
It cracked down loudly across Petula's still uptzhrust bottom. Quentin had already seen that strap in operation at a distance; close up, it was even more impressive. Petula sucked in her breath, her bottom squirming as it absorbed the swathe of pink-red torment it had just indured.
Tthhhwwwaaaacccckkkk!
Again the strap was laid on with maximum force. Petula yelped, twisting frantically left and right.
„A-Agghhh... aaaaghhhh...“
„When your cunt is being made use of slave, you give everithing.“ rasped Miss Judith. „You know that, slave!“
Tthhhhwwwaaaaccccckkkk!
„Yyaagghhhh... aaaaghhhh... yes... Miss... y-yes... ssss!“
„Yu don't just kneel like a half-death sheep...“
Tthhhhwwaaccckkkkk!
„Aaaaghhh... aaaaghhhh... no, Miss... I... aaaghh... beg pardon... M-Miss...“
Miss Judith re-looped her strap to her wrist and smiled broadly at Quentin.
„I hope I haven't disturbed your morning too much, Mr Osman,“ she said, eyes glinting merrily.
„No... No... Mis Judith. That's quite alright,“ answered Quentin. „Always ready to be of service.“
„I might have to bring her back tomorrow. Would that be OK?“
„Quite OK,“ smiled Quentin.
Miss Judith locked on Petula's collar and yanked the girl to her feet.
„It won't do you any harm to spend the rest of the morning scrubbing the deck.“ Petula groaned softly. „And, who knows, if you're lucky, you might get fucked again while you're doing it!“
With a final wink at Quentin, Miss Judith led the girl out of the cabin.
After he had had a little rest, Quentin decided a swim in the pool might liven him up. Donning a pair of trunks, he made his way there. The pool was situated on one of the fore-decks, quite high up. It was small but adequate. Idling around in the water, Quentin became conscious of sounds coming up from a larger, lower fore-deck. It seemed to him he could hear feet stamping and clicking, sharply barked orders and whimpering noises. Getting out of the pool, he dried himself and lay on a lounger by the side of the pool for a while. He was sheltered from the direct heat of the sun an umbrella. Otherwise it would have been unpleasantly hot. He half dozed for a while, still conscious of the continuing sounds. At last his curiosity got the better of him and he went and leant over the fore-rail, looking down. An unusual sight was before him.
There were four naked slave girls marching along the deck. Each wore a quite large pack on her back and also a broad waist belt. From the front of the belt, ran a leather thong. This thong cut deeply and painfully between the sex-lips before running between the thighs and up through the cleft of the nates, before being buckled at the back of the belt. This accoutreement, Quentin was to learn later, was known as Saddle Strap. Each girl wore a pair of black shoes with five-inch high heel which did not make marching any easier. Quentin saw that, at each step, the thigh was raised to the horizontal, which must have added to the pain for the under-cutting strap.
To one side of the deck, under an umbrella, sat a young Overseer, skimpily clad in a pale blue leotard with calf-length boots of a matching colour. On the table at her side was set what looked like a jug of lime juice and, alongside it, lay the same kind of switch Quentin had seen Miss Lara using in one of the Training Rooms. It was four feet of slim, hard whalebone, very flexible.
Approaching the stern, the four girls did a most military about-turn and came marching back down the deck. Four pairs of naked breasts bounced and swung rhythmically. In perfect time, the thighs pounded up and down. Distress and effort were evident on every face. As they approached near to him, Quentin saw the sweat shining the flesh. This, he thought, looks ever tougher than deck scrubbing. The girls about-turned again and Quentin saw traces of the switch on all buttocks cheeks.
„Keep those backs straight,“ called out the Overseer from under her shady umbrella. Thighs... up... up...up!“
Were these girls being punished, wondered Quentin, or was this just another example of `Ship's Discipline´, like acting as a figure-head on the prow.
The Overseer rose from her chair and strolled slowly across the deck. Whalebone switch swinging almost lazily. Then, as she approached her sweating aquad, it lashed sharply across the bottom og the left hand girl at the rear.
„I said get those thighs UP, Karen!“ barked the Overseer. Uttering a whimpering gasp, the girl stumbled but then quickly resumed her balance and went marching on. The Overseer strolled back and Quentin went down to join her.
She gave him a pleasant smile as he approached.
„Good morning... you're Mr Osman, aren't you? I'm Miss Rixi.“
„That's right,“ nodded Quentin and took a seat alongside the young woman. „Punishment?“ he enquired.
„No,“ replied Miss Rixi. „Just another regular Discipline they all have to undergo from time to time.“
„Looks tough,“ said uentin. His eyes were at one moment on the bouncing breasts and then rolling juddering buttocks.
„It is,“ said the Overseer. „The Saddle Strap doesn't help.“ Quentin presumed, rightly, that Miss Rixi was referring to the cruel, undercutting thong of leather.
„How long have they been at it?“ asked Quentin.
„About fifteen minutes,“ said Miss Rixi. „In five minutes I'll give them a breather. But then they'll resume again, but using dumbbells.“ She pointed a row of them on the other side of the deck.
„They weigh ten pounds each.“
„And the packs?“
„Thirty pounds.“ A little whistle came from Quentin. „No wonder they're sweating,“ he said.
„Keeps them fit,“ smiled Miss Rixi. Quentin wondered how Julia would take to this form of rigorous discipline. Not at all kindly, he reckoned!
„Like an iced drink, Mr Osman?“
„Thanks very much.“ Ice tinkled as the lime juice was poured. How much would one of those figure have given for such a drink?
At last Miss Rixi gave the command for the squad to halt. Then called: „Stand at ease!“ Legs were placed astride. „Stand easy!“ Legs crumpled and the girls fell gasping and sobbing with relief to the deck. Then, after a little while, Quentin saw them all crawling slowly across to the far side of the deck. There stood what looked like a low, iron through. It was. Soon every girl was slurping greedily, each head bent low. The four curving bottoms made pleasant viewing, thought Quentin. My God, how tightly that leather thong looked to be cutting!
„Everything to your liking aboard the `Paradise´?“ asked Miss Rixi pleasantly.
„Very much so,“ replied Quentin.
„You sending a girl here?“
„I am. What I have seen so far has convinced me of the wisdom of doing so,“ said Quentin. Miss Rixi smiled almost conspiratorially.
„If you want her to have a though time, you've chosen the right place,“ she said.
„That is very evident...“
After five minutes, Miss Rixi bellowed an order and the girls hurried over to pick up the dumbbells. The distress of each girl was even more apparent as he got close. Eyes were filled with tears, saliva drobbled from the corner of each mouth, dropping to the breasts where it mingled with the sweat already there.
„You've got twenty more minutes to go,“ announced Miss Rixi, „and now you're all really going to put your backs into it.“ A mouth wobbled out of control.
„Single file... six feet apart,“ ordered the Overseer. The girls hurried into position knowing they would feel the sting of the switch for the slightest delay.
„Raising dumbbells above the head...raise!“ Up went the dumbbells high. Quentin could see the strain of the young muscles.
„Now... around the deck... at the double... MOVE!“
The girls at once set off round the deck, using the same high-stepping gait as before. Closer now, Quentin could hear them gasping and see them wincing. The switch lashes across the bottom of the second girl in the file. She squealed.
„Arms straight, janice!“ ordered Miss Rixi. Arms which had been just fractionally were at once straightened. The switch whistled and hit again, this time across the bottom of the last girl in the file.
„For the SECOND time, karen... get those thighs UP! Unless you want to get a good caning when we're through.“
The discipline really was relentless, reflected Quentin as he strolled back to his seat, and it was amazing these slaves could find the will
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