Enslaved on an Alien World Ch 02
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A short while later, Miss Judith appeared on the deck, carrying two iron collars and chains. She moved to Nadine first, who was slumped lifeless with the scrubbing brush still rammed in her mouth. Miss Judith made a perfunktory inspection of the deck, seemed satisfied, then locked the collar round the girl's neck. She was pulled unceremoniously to her feet, where is stood swaying on rubbery limbs. Focussing his opera glasses, Quentin became aware of the extent of Nadine's distress. Her pretty face was covered in suds, her ripe body was drenched wet with sweat; she staggered wildly as Miss Judith pulled her along, seemingly unconcerned at the state of her victim. They arrived at Petula who also had a collar locked on. She was also pulled up and stood weakly, clutching the ships rail. Quentin smiled faintly to himself. Probably weak from the solid fucking she had just received as much as from her toil, he thought. The naked figures made their stumbling way along the deck, one with her bottom well reddened.
He heard Madame Vesta snap her fingers but, of course, Rebecca was not longer duty.
„Where's the slave?“ she asked Quentin.
„Her Master, Mr Heine, took her away,“ replied Quentin.
„Dr Heine,“ corrected Madame Vesta. She almost smiled. „Randy old bastard,“ she added. Then she flipped a switch on a miniature microphone attached to her corsage. „Send a slave up to the aft quarter deck, please Miss Kaufman.“
In a remarkably short space of time, a naked figure appeared before them. At once she went to her knees and pressed her nose to the deck, hindquarters raised high. It seemed, Quentin thought, the obligatore posture when a slave presented herself. How young this one looked! Though the girl was well-shaped, she had the figure of a schoolgirl... a tightly rounded bottom and exceedingly firm breasts the size of cooking apples. Her straw-coloured hair was plaited in a single pony tail, held by a blue ribbon, which fell almost to her waist... around which was a gold chain.
„Fetch me a bottle of chablis,“ ordered Madame Vesta, „and I am sure Mr Osman would like another bourbon.“ The young girl sprang quickly to her feet and disappeared to the drinks cabinet under the awning. It was now getting very hot and Madame Vesta switched on a punkah fan. The girl returned, placing the bottle and glasses on the table. She appeared nervous and was shivering a little, despite the heat. Quite understandable, being in the presence of Madame Vesta.
„This is Kim,“ said the owner of the `Paradise´. „She is, at the moment, the youngest slave girl we have aboard. How old do you think she is, Mr Osman?“
Quentin looked at the lithe figure standing submissively beside them, eyes a little downcast.
„s*******n, maybe,“ he answered. A gold chain, despite being so young!
„She's six-teen,“ said Madame Vesta.
„Really!“ Under normal circumstances, the girl would still have been at school. He gazed at the neat depilated mound. It looked very virginal, but, needless to say, this youngster would not be a virgin.
„When are you s*******n, girl?“ asked Madame Vesta.
„N-next week, Madame,“ came the answer. Madame Vesta turned to Quentin and her lips twitched in a partial smile.
„So you'd better hurry up, Mr Osman, if you'd like to fuck a six-teen-year-old!“
Quentin was almost shocked by this suggestion and found himself colouring slightly. He uttered a little guffaw.
„Well, yes, I suppose so...“
„Would you like to fuck her?“
Quentin swallowed hard. His nerve ends were tingling again. The idea was incredible... and incredible exciting.
„Er, yes... it... it would be a pleasure... “
„Oh yes, it would be a pleasure alright. Kim may be young but, like all my slaves, she has been excessively well trained. I'll have her brought to your cabin later in the day... after we have done a little tour of inspection.“
„Thanks very much,“ said Quentin. He could still scarcely believe all this was happening. The young girl was dismissed by a peremptory nod from Madame Vesta. I wonder how the girl feels, said Quentin to himself, being given to a paunchy, middle-aged lecher like himself!
Quentin sipped reflectively. This is the life, he thaught. I must remember to take another dose of the Elixir Madame Vesta had given him. He was permitted four doses a day and, aboard the `Paradise´, it seemed he was going to need them. The pink liquid, in a large medicine jar at the side of his bed, acted both as an aphrodisiac and a strengthener of virility. Quentin found himself getting partial erections with remarkable of virility. Well, with all the nubile nudity around, that wasn't so surprising... but it was nice to know he was going to be able to do himself justice.
At that moment, two figures appeared on the foredeck. One was a female Overseer, clad in a red leotard and red thigh-length boots and she was leading a naked slave girl on the customary collar and chain. Quenitn eyed the seductive swing of the girl's hindquarters as she made her forward, nothing the silver chain.
„What proportion of girls wear gold chains?“ enquired Quentin. He was beginning to feel more free and easy with the formidable Madame Vesta.
„I would say it is about 60% Gold,“ came the reply.
„Uh-hu... and where's that girl going?“
„She's going to act as a figure-head on the prow,“ replied Madame Vesta casually.
„Really?“
„Yes... we always carry a figure-head, night and day and in all weathers. It's all part of our disciplinary regime. The present girl acting out the role, will have been chained to the prow for eight hours.“
„Good Lord,“ mumbled Quentin, quite startled. There seemed no limit to what could be done to these ravishing captives. How would Julia like acting as a naked figure-head, he wondered? Most demeaning!
The pair disappeared down a companionway to the lower deck.
The prow was just visible from where they sat and Quentin saw that a couple of members of the crew had gathered there. Doubtless engineers of duty. They were not, incidentally, permitted ever to leave the lower deck.
The girl was led forward and stood listlessly whilst the Overseer busied herself with releasing the girl on the prow. Quentin watched the waiting girlcringing and shuddering as she was groped by the two crewmen. Breasts and buttocks were mauled; a hand went between her thights.
„From time to time,“ said Madame Vesta easily, „a pillory is put up on the lower deck. Then, for an hour or so, crew member have the run on the girl placed in it. It is necessary they have some relief.“
„Mmm... yes... of course... „ Quentin's brain seemed to be throbbing at the very thought of such a bestial ordeal.
The girl who had been on the prow now stood on the deck, looking relieved but fatigued. She wore a leather harness, wrist and ankle bands. These were now transferred to the girl who had just arrived. Then she was lowered over the side and chained in position, arms spread as if on a crucifix, legs splayed wide. Whilst this a taking place it was the girl who had just left the prow who was having to endure the obscene attentons of the crewmen. Then she was collared and chained and led back to the aft quarter deck, disappearing from their view.
„A girl does a spell on the prow about every forenight,“ said Madame vesta... and Quentin did a quick calculation.
„So you've got some forty slave girls aboard,“ he said wondering.
„Rather more than that. About fifty. Forty will be fully trained, ten or a dozen still undergoing training.“
„Ah... I see...“ It was amazing to think of some fifty lovely young women all being held captive on this very ship. Being held captive... and SUFFERING. For that, Quentin now realised all too well, was what lay at the heart of this regime. These girls where paying dearly for past misdemeanours. As they should; and as his Julia would.
Fingers snapped and more drinks were poured. I'd better start going easy on the booze or he'd feel sleeoy that afternoon, thought Quentin. And, gazing lecherously at Kim's tightly-rounded bottom, he realised that would be a stupid thing to do.
Quentin thought of the girl on the prow, now chained helpless and gazing despairingly out to sea. Eight hours of cruel discomfort lay ahead of her.
Excusing himself, Quentin rose from his chair. „I think I'll take a showe before luncheon,“ he said. Madame Vesta bowed her head in acknowledgement. No doubt at all, she told herself, I've got a new and eager client there!
Under the shower, thinking of all he had withnessed that morning, Quentin soon found himself in rampant erection. He could not recall when he had felt so sexually powerful. It was like being a young man again. He was tempted to play with himself... then told himself that would be quite ridiculous, in view of all the other delights that lay ahead. He subdued himself under a cold shower and changed into fresh pants, shirt and slacks.
Luncheon was light but delicious... iced melon, followed by cold salmon. Champagne was available, but Quentin, perhaps wisely, declined, Dr Heine, on the other hand, who had joined himself and Madame Vesta, quaffed back at least half a bottle. He looked smugly satisfied, giving Quentin several knowing winks. Doubtless, thought Quentin, he had only just finished having a fine old tumble with his flame-haired Rebecca and was feeling very full of himself. Good luck to him. His self-satisfaction, however, did not prevent him from fondling the buttock cheek of one of the two attendand slaves whenever she was serving him. These girls, be-ringed though nose, nipples, navel and clitoris, wore a tiny white apron and maid's cap. The apron was so brief it only reached to the top of each depilated pubic mound. Rather sweet, though Quentin. He, too, fondled a buttock cheek which he was being served salmon. He felt the girl quiver infinitesimally but she did not recoil in the slightest. Discipline... discipline... that was what it was all about“
After luncheon, liqueurs were offered but again refused by Quentin. Dr Heine drank a rather too large brandy.
„I think I'll have a doze,“ he announced.
„I expect you need it,“ grinned Quentin. Dr Heine grinned back almost conspiratorially.
„Perhaps you might like to come to my cabin at about three p.m., Mr Osman,“ suggested Madame Vesta. „Then we can take our tour.“
„I shall be delighted,“ said Quentin, rising politely as their hostess left the table. He looket at Dr heine. „Enjoy yourself?“ he enquired.
„You bet,“ smiled Dr Heine. „I fucked her twice. The first time was a bit quick because I was over-excited but the second time I gave her a really good ramming. Was at her for a good quarter of an hour, I reckon. Made her come, too, and that's a bit unusual with Rebecca... though I know she pretends sometime.“
„I hope you haven't got a heart condition,“ said Quentin.
„No... no... I'm as strong as a horse. And this Elixir Madame provides is really first class stuff. Not only makes you randier than ever but gets you up hard and strong.“
„I'm delighted to hear it...“
„In fact,“ said the worthy doctor, „after I've had a doze, I'll probably send for Rebecca again. Oh my god, what an arse that girl's got on her!“
„Not to mention those big tits.“
„Quite... quite... “ Dr heine rose a little unsteady from the lucheon table and Quentin followed him out and made his way up to his cabin.
At around three o'clock, Madame Vesta was awaiting Quentin's arrival and they left her cabin at once. „I think,“ she said, „We'll first take a look at some of the Training Rooms.“
„Fine by me,“ said Quentin, who was glowing with anticipation.
„You will release, Mr Osman, that all the girls you will see first are rather recent arrivals aboard. Some will have been here for just a couple of weeks, others perhaps two months. On average, we reckon it takes some three months to get a slave fully trained. It deepends on the individual. Some are more pliant than others; some more stubborn. Would you say your Julia is stubborn?“
„Very,“ replied Quentin.
„Then that is unfortunate for her,“ said Madame Vesta. They made their way below decks where there was air-conditioning. The engines could be heard humming very faintly. Along a carpeted corridor, then a right turn, and they were on bare boards. Stretching into the distance were twelve iron doors, six on one side, six on the other. In each door was a small, sliding grille. Madame Vesta peered into the first room then closed the grille.
„In use,“ she said. „Basic training by the look of it.“ She unlocked the door and went in, closely followed by Quentin.
„Don't let me interrupt, Miss Lara,“ said Madame Vesta, „I am just showing a guest around. Please carry on.“
„Thank you, Madame,“ said this Miss Lara. Quentin thought she was one of the most seductive and sexy women he had ever seen. Her skin was light coffee-coloured and she had a superb figure. It could have been termed perfectly formed, and she had long limbs which were encased in white, thigh-length boots with exceedingly high heels. These added to her height, making her a little over six feet tall.
He heard Madame Vesta snap her fingers but, of course, Rebecca was not longer duty.
„Where's the slave?“ she asked Quentin.
„Her Master, Mr Heine, took her away,“ replied Quentin.
„Dr Heine,“ corrected Madame Vesta. She almost smiled. „Randy old bastard,“ she added. Then she flipped a switch on a miniature microphone attached to her corsage. „Send a slave up to the aft quarter deck, please Miss Kaufman.“
In a remarkably short space of time, a naked figure appeared before them. At once she went to her knees and pressed her nose to the deck, hindquarters raised high. It seemed, Quentin thought, the obligatore posture when a slave presented herself. How young this one looked! Though the girl was well-shaped, she had the figure of a schoolgirl... a tightly rounded bottom and exceedingly firm breasts the size of cooking apples. Her straw-coloured hair was plaited in a single pony tail, held by a blue ribbon, which fell almost to her waist... around which was a gold chain.
„Fetch me a bottle of chablis,“ ordered Madame Vesta, „and I am sure Mr Osman would like another bourbon.“ The young girl sprang quickly to her feet and disappeared to the drinks cabinet under the awning. It was now getting very hot and Madame Vesta switched on a punkah fan. The girl returned, placing the bottle and glasses on the table. She appeared nervous and was shivering a little, despite the heat. Quite understandable, being in the presence of Madame Vesta.
„This is Kim,“ said the owner of the `Paradise´. „She is, at the moment, the youngest slave girl we have aboard. How old do you think she is, Mr Osman?“
Quentin looked at the lithe figure standing submissively beside them, eyes a little downcast.
„s*******n, maybe,“ he answered. A gold chain, despite being so young!
„She's six-teen,“ said Madame Vesta.
„Really!“ Under normal circumstances, the girl would still have been at school. He gazed at the neat depilated mound. It looked very virginal, but, needless to say, this youngster would not be a virgin.
„When are you s*******n, girl?“ asked Madame Vesta.
„N-next week, Madame,“ came the answer. Madame Vesta turned to Quentin and her lips twitched in a partial smile.
„So you'd better hurry up, Mr Osman, if you'd like to fuck a six-teen-year-old!“
Quentin was almost shocked by this suggestion and found himself colouring slightly. He uttered a little guffaw.
„Well, yes, I suppose so...“
„Would you like to fuck her?“
Quentin swallowed hard. His nerve ends were tingling again. The idea was incredible... and incredible exciting.
„Er, yes... it... it would be a pleasure... “
„Oh yes, it would be a pleasure alright. Kim may be young but, like all my slaves, she has been excessively well trained. I'll have her brought to your cabin later in the day... after we have done a little tour of inspection.“
„Thanks very much,“ said Quentin. He could still scarcely believe all this was happening. The young girl was dismissed by a peremptory nod from Madame Vesta. I wonder how the girl feels, said Quentin to himself, being given to a paunchy, middle-aged lecher like himself!
Quentin sipped reflectively. This is the life, he thaught. I must remember to take another dose of the Elixir Madame Vesta had given him. He was permitted four doses a day and, aboard the `Paradise´, it seemed he was going to need them. The pink liquid, in a large medicine jar at the side of his bed, acted both as an aphrodisiac and a strengthener of virility. Quentin found himself getting partial erections with remarkable of virility. Well, with all the nubile nudity around, that wasn't so surprising... but it was nice to know he was going to be able to do himself justice.
At that moment, two figures appeared on the foredeck. One was a female Overseer, clad in a red leotard and red thigh-length boots and she was leading a naked slave girl on the customary collar and chain. Quenitn eyed the seductive swing of the girl's hindquarters as she made her forward, nothing the silver chain.
„What proportion of girls wear gold chains?“ enquired Quentin. He was beginning to feel more free and easy with the formidable Madame Vesta.
„I would say it is about 60% Gold,“ came the reply.
„Uh-hu... and where's that girl going?“
„She's going to act as a figure-head on the prow,“ replied Madame Vesta casually.
„Really?“
„Yes... we always carry a figure-head, night and day and in all weathers. It's all part of our disciplinary regime. The present girl acting out the role, will have been chained to the prow for eight hours.“
„Good Lord,“ mumbled Quentin, quite startled. There seemed no limit to what could be done to these ravishing captives. How would Julia like acting as a naked figure-head, he wondered? Most demeaning!
The pair disappeared down a companionway to the lower deck.
The prow was just visible from where they sat and Quentin saw that a couple of members of the crew had gathered there. Doubtless engineers of duty. They were not, incidentally, permitted ever to leave the lower deck.
The girl was led forward and stood listlessly whilst the Overseer busied herself with releasing the girl on the prow. Quentin watched the waiting girlcringing and shuddering as she was groped by the two crewmen. Breasts and buttocks were mauled; a hand went between her thights.
„From time to time,“ said Madame Vesta easily, „a pillory is put up on the lower deck. Then, for an hour or so, crew member have the run on the girl placed in it. It is necessary they have some relief.“
„Mmm... yes... of course... „ Quentin's brain seemed to be throbbing at the very thought of such a bestial ordeal.
The girl who had been on the prow now stood on the deck, looking relieved but fatigued. She wore a leather harness, wrist and ankle bands. These were now transferred to the girl who had just arrived. Then she was lowered over the side and chained in position, arms spread as if on a crucifix, legs splayed wide. Whilst this a taking place it was the girl who had just left the prow who was having to endure the obscene attentons of the crewmen. Then she was collared and chained and led back to the aft quarter deck, disappearing from their view.
„A girl does a spell on the prow about every forenight,“ said Madame vesta... and Quentin did a quick calculation.
„So you've got some forty slave girls aboard,“ he said wondering.
„Rather more than that. About fifty. Forty will be fully trained, ten or a dozen still undergoing training.“
„Ah... I see...“ It was amazing to think of some fifty lovely young women all being held captive on this very ship. Being held captive... and SUFFERING. For that, Quentin now realised all too well, was what lay at the heart of this regime. These girls where paying dearly for past misdemeanours. As they should; and as his Julia would.
Fingers snapped and more drinks were poured. I'd better start going easy on the booze or he'd feel sleeoy that afternoon, thought Quentin. And, gazing lecherously at Kim's tightly-rounded bottom, he realised that would be a stupid thing to do.
Quentin thought of the girl on the prow, now chained helpless and gazing despairingly out to sea. Eight hours of cruel discomfort lay ahead of her.
Excusing himself, Quentin rose from his chair. „I think I'll take a showe before luncheon,“ he said. Madame Vesta bowed her head in acknowledgement. No doubt at all, she told herself, I've got a new and eager client there!
Under the shower, thinking of all he had withnessed that morning, Quentin soon found himself in rampant erection. He could not recall when he had felt so sexually powerful. It was like being a young man again. He was tempted to play with himself... then told himself that would be quite ridiculous, in view of all the other delights that lay ahead. He subdued himself under a cold shower and changed into fresh pants, shirt and slacks.
Luncheon was light but delicious... iced melon, followed by cold salmon. Champagne was available, but Quentin, perhaps wisely, declined, Dr Heine, on the other hand, who had joined himself and Madame Vesta, quaffed back at least half a bottle. He looked smugly satisfied, giving Quentin several knowing winks. Doubtless, thought Quentin, he had only just finished having a fine old tumble with his flame-haired Rebecca and was feeling very full of himself. Good luck to him. His self-satisfaction, however, did not prevent him from fondling the buttock cheek of one of the two attendand slaves whenever she was serving him. These girls, be-ringed though nose, nipples, navel and clitoris, wore a tiny white apron and maid's cap. The apron was so brief it only reached to the top of each depilated pubic mound. Rather sweet, though Quentin. He, too, fondled a buttock cheek which he was being served salmon. He felt the girl quiver infinitesimally but she did not recoil in the slightest. Discipline... discipline... that was what it was all about“
After luncheon, liqueurs were offered but again refused by Quentin. Dr Heine drank a rather too large brandy.
„I think I'll have a doze,“ he announced.
„I expect you need it,“ grinned Quentin. Dr Heine grinned back almost conspiratorially.
„Perhaps you might like to come to my cabin at about three p.m., Mr Osman,“ suggested Madame Vesta. „Then we can take our tour.“
„I shall be delighted,“ said Quentin, rising politely as their hostess left the table. He looket at Dr heine. „Enjoy yourself?“ he enquired.
„You bet,“ smiled Dr Heine. „I fucked her twice. The first time was a bit quick because I was over-excited but the second time I gave her a really good ramming. Was at her for a good quarter of an hour, I reckon. Made her come, too, and that's a bit unusual with Rebecca... though I know she pretends sometime.“
„I hope you haven't got a heart condition,“ said Quentin.
„No... no... I'm as strong as a horse. And this Elixir Madame provides is really first class stuff. Not only makes you randier than ever but gets you up hard and strong.“
„I'm delighted to hear it...“
„In fact,“ said the worthy doctor, „after I've had a doze, I'll probably send for Rebecca again. Oh my god, what an arse that girl's got on her!“
„Not to mention those big tits.“
„Quite... quite... “ Dr heine rose a little unsteady from the lucheon table and Quentin followed him out and made his way up to his cabin.
At around three o'clock, Madame Vesta was awaiting Quentin's arrival and they left her cabin at once. „I think,“ she said, „We'll first take a look at some of the Training Rooms.“
„Fine by me,“ said Quentin, who was glowing with anticipation.
„You will release, Mr Osman, that all the girls you will see first are rather recent arrivals aboard. Some will have been here for just a couple of weeks, others perhaps two months. On average, we reckon it takes some three months to get a slave fully trained. It deepends on the individual. Some are more pliant than others; some more stubborn. Would you say your Julia is stubborn?“
„Very,“ replied Quentin.
„Then that is unfortunate for her,“ said Madame Vesta. They made their way below decks where there was air-conditioning. The engines could be heard humming very faintly. Along a carpeted corridor, then a right turn, and they were on bare boards. Stretching into the distance were twelve iron doors, six on one side, six on the other. In each door was a small, sliding grille. Madame Vesta peered into the first room then closed the grille.
„In use,“ she said. „Basic training by the look of it.“ She unlocked the door and went in, closely followed by Quentin.
„Don't let me interrupt, Miss Lara,“ said Madame Vesta, „I am just showing a guest around. Please carry on.“
„Thank you, Madame,“ said this Miss Lara. Quentin thought she was one of the most seductive and sexy women he had ever seen. Her skin was light coffee-coloured and she had a superb figure. It could have been termed perfectly formed, and she had long limbs which were encased in white, thigh-length boots with exceedingly high heels. These added to her height, making her a little over six feet tall.
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