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Patina Gomez
As Jason Belmont had left Bianca's Island, I thought it was rather fortunate I came across the Overseer named Tariq at the side of the swimming pool. He was lying there bollock naked and displaying just about the biggest cock I had ever seen. Frankly, it both scared and excited me. I wondered what it did for the young slave-girls he trained!
We had a chat and I suggested he come up to my apartment shortly. He seemed to like the idea. So we made an assignment one mid-afternoon.
As I usually do on such occasions, I had a slave-girl sent there to warm me up prior to Tariq's arrival. I would need to be warmed up and ready to take that whopper into me with any comfort. The girl who was sent was a pretty young thing, dark-haired, by the name of Tania.
„Very shortly, slave,“ I told her, „I am going to be fucked. But I want you to get me in the mood first.“
„Certainly, Miss,“ she said with the utmost servility. It's nice to be able to say such things and get them done without any protest or hesitation.
I was lying naked on my bed and pushed a pillow under my bum, then parted my thighs wide.
„There you are, my pretty,“ I said.
The girl slid between my thighs, keeping her own bottom high and her thighs splayed so that I could see her showing her immodesty in the large mirror on the far wall. This is the customary posture when a girl is going down to a woman or sucking a man.
„You've got a nice arse,“ I told her.
„Thank you, Miss,“ she said in what sounded like a tone of genuine appretiation. Then her mouth began to kiss my sex lips. Gently at first, then ever more strongly. The girl knew what she was doing. Then her tongue slid in, at first running up and down, then concentrating on my clitoris. I thought about Tariq's big cock and soon felt very wet and warm. Just how I wanted to be. He would be arriving any minute. I sent the girl to the corner where she knelt submissively, hindquarters rised, nose to the floor.
There came a knock on the door and I felt a stab of excitement as Tariq entered. As he had been at the pool-side, he was bollock naked, his cock dangling and swinging before him.
„Good afternoon, Miss,“ he said, grinning at me. Then he glanced at the girl in the corner. „I think I recognise that backside,“ he said. „Tania, isn't it?“
„You know her then?“
„I trained her and now I'm her Overseer.“
„Oh I see, I had her sent here so she could warm me up for you.“
„That was thoughtful of you.“ He came on the bed and kissed and fondled my breasts.
„Do you fuck her often?“
„Quite often.“ Absurdly, I felt a small pang of jealousy...but then told myself she was only a slave-girl.
„Well, you can concentrate on me now.“
„Sure thing. How would you like it?“
„Just the straight forward missionary position to begin with,“ I said. I wanted to make him release I wanted him more than once. Greedy about sex, I am. I got hold of Tariq's cock and it began to swell rapidly. It occurred to me that, through Tariq was an Overseer, he was also a slave. My slave, albeit it temporarily. The thought crossed my mind that it would be most pleasing to own a man like this permanently. A kind of giant toy-boy.
„Gently,“ I said softly.
„Sure,“ he said, grinning. The bastard knew I was troubled by the size of him. He worked on my cunt lips with his big knob for quite a while and I got even more ready for him. I clasped his back and crossed my legs over his lump.
„Lovely,“ I said.
„It will get lovelier,“ he replied. He really was an arrogant sod, but then, I suppose he was entitled to be.
He began to shaft me gently, never getting more than half of himself in. I got hotter and hotter, working my haunches co-operatively. Oh, what a man he was! At last I could stand it no longer.
„G-Give it to...m-me...“ I gasped. „A-All of it...“
He rammed fully into me and I cried out. I was stretched to the limit, utterly filled. I could not recall anything so big in me before except possibly, when a woman friend had fucked me with an enormous dildo.
Tariq remained fully in for about a minute, while he muzzled my neck and breasts.
„Nice?“ he asked.
„M-Marvellous,“ I answered breathlessly. I could hardly wait for him to begin driving.
Then he did, slowly but powerfully. Full-length thrusts, which made me utter squeals of delight. In little over a minute he brought me to my first orgasm. Now juicier lubricated, I found him easier to accommodate. He slid in and out, skillfully and rhythmically.
„Faster...faster...“ I urged. But he kept his own steady pace. I worked my haunches and squirmed my bottom, giving his everything I possibly could.
Then, panting and shuddering, I came to my second orgasm. It was divine. But it became more divine. Tariq speeded up now and gave me a really powerful fucking. I knew, soon, he was going flat out and couldn't help squeaing with delight. I knew he was working up to a climax and I prayed that I would arrive at my third orgasm at the same time.
Just as I felt him spurting into me, I climaxed...and, beneath him, became a wriggling jelly of slaked lust.
We lay for a long time, breathing heavily, still locked together.
A half an hour later, I was playing with Tariq's half flaccid cock, trying to get him up again. I didn't have to try very hard for he was soon solid once more.
„How do you want it this time?“ he asked.
„I want to ride you,“ I replied.
„Fine,“ he said, rolling onto his back. His big baton stuck up in the air...and quickly I straddled him and lowered myself slowly. Deliciously, he slid up into me. All the way. I could take him far more easily now, though he still felt enormous.
I rode him for twenty minutes or more, until I was utterly exhausted, bringing myself to one climax after another. Some minor, some major. It was a superb experience and quite often, I heard myself whimpering with the joy of it. At times my bottom was moving slowly up and down, at others it was going with the speed of a fiddler's elbow.
Since he had ejaculated once, he held on well. It was I who had to capitulate.
When I could take no more, I begged him to release himself. This he did, shortly afterwards, just as strongly as he had done the first time.
What a man!
There was no doubt I would have him up in my apartement again. We lay half-dozing happily. Then he stirred.
„Afraid I've got work to do, Miss,“ he said, kissing my breasts.
„Not more fucking, I hope,“ I said.
„No, luckily,“ he grinned. But he did not elaborate. He slid off the bed.
„I might as well take Tania with me,“ he said. „Unless you need her again.“
„No,“ I said a little wearily. I watched as he hauled up the girl by her hair and fastened on her collar and chain. Not for the first time I thought what a horror it must be to be a slave-girl. Except, possibly, when you were being fucked by a man like Tariq!
I wondered how the girl had felt, listening to me getting...and enjoying so much...what she must have had so often herself.
Enforced in her case.
Voluntarily in mine.
But, perhaps, in the course of time, that made no difference.
Tania
On an afternoon, I was taken to the apartement of a certain Miss Gomez. On arrival she informed me she was shortly going to be fucked and that she wanted me to warm her up. This is typically ploy with bi-sexuals.
Though I hate going down to a woman, I did the best job on her and, luckily for me, she seemed satisfied. I think more punishments are handed out for a woman saying she was `displeased´ than anything else. Some of them do it for no reason...just out of sheer vindictiveness...for they like the idea of the girl who has serviced them being strapped or caned.
I was sent into the corner and knelt there in Posture Number 1, bottom high, nose down, preparing for a wearisome hour or two. Maybe longer. Then there was a knock on the door and someone came in. I heard Tariq's voice, statting that he `recognised that backside´. Mine. Naturally he did. So it was he who was going to fuck this Miss Gomez. It was no difficult to guess why she had picked him out.
Ridiculously, perhaps, I felt annoyed and resentful that it was this woman who was going to be fucked and not me. Frankly, I had come to realise I was quite hooked on Tariq. He was certainly the only rewarding part of my slave life.
I listened to them having a little foreplay, whit her whispering. I expect she was telling him to take it easy, with that massive weapon of this. That, unfortunately, is something a slave-girl cannot do. She usually gets the lot in one go. Wham-Bang! And that, in your early stages of training, can be very painful.
Then I heard them getting down to it. Tariq obviously was taking it easy as Miss Gomez had asked. Lucky bitch! The sound of gentle sex went on for some ten minutes. Then she started gasping out: „Give it to me...all of it!“
Oh yes, Tariq was certainly getting to her. I hated her for her freedom and her pleasures.
She cried out when Tariq rammed right in at her request. I was not surprised; I knew just what it felt like.
Then Tariq obviously began giving it to her fully. I could almost feel those powerful, long thruts myself,...and began to feel randy. Not much point in that, of course. I heard the bitch squealing; certainly having an orgasm. I hated her even more. But, oh what was the use? I just knelt there., bottom up, nose down to the carpet.
I was a slave.
„Faster...faster...“ I heard the bitch urging. But I guessed that Tariq kept to his own pace. This man was his own master and would take a woman as he wished. Whether she be guest or slave.
Then I heard Miss Gomez gasping and crying out in her second orgasm. She certainly sounded very happy. I remained kneeling where I was, with aching back, a degraded object. I had been sent for to use my tongue. I had done so...and been dismissed.
The noise from the bed got louder and I knew Tariq was working himself up. It was not long before Miss Gomez was squealing with delight. She was getting the full threatment all right. I could hear their flesh slapping together. Faster...louder. This woman was getting a real solid fucking. It was what she wanted. I could imagine that great weapon pounding in and out relentlessly.
The bitch went on squealing until they both climaxed simultaneously.
How nice for them.
Some time later, I heard her saying: „I want to ride you.“ Naturally Tariq was most willing.
Then began a long tounament with her dictating the pace. Sometimes I could hear it going slow, more often I could hear it going fast. I could hear the bitch's pussy squelching with the excitement of it all. She was heaving a marvellous time. Because she was in control. Using Tariq. That is not to say, I am sure, that he was not enjoying it enormously. I heard her panting. I heard her whimpering.
The bitch seemed to be having one orgasm after another. Would she never be satisfied? She must have done her riding for a good twenty minutes. Finally, I heard her moaning with exhaustion...then begging Tariq to unleash.
Tariq presumably did so, for they collapsed into a heavy breathing rest period.
Are they weren't going to resume?
I waited, still hating her for the pleasures she had enjoyed. And would continue to enjoy. Upon her demand; not on anyone else's. That's wife what freedom meant.
Oh dear God, I now realise I shall never be free again.
That tought is like a knife going through my entrails.
At last, I heard Tariq announcing he had to leave. „Work to do,“ he said. I wondered what it was. I heard him crossing the room, saying he might as well take me, if I wasn't needed any more. She said I wasn't. My hair was seized and I was painfully hauled erect. Then my collar and chain were fastened on. I was led from the room, just getting a quick glimpse of the naked bitch who had been so utterly slaked.
I think I hated her even more in that moment.
She completely contented and relaxed; me being led off to my bare cell.
„That wasn't a bad fuck,“ said Tariq, as he led me into the cell, giving my bottom a good slap as he did so. „Enjoy listening to it, did you, girl?“
„N-No...no...not really, Sir,“ I answered.
„Oh?“ He guffawed. „A bit jealous were you?“ He gave my bottom another stinging slap.
What could I say. „I...s-suppose I was, Sir,“ I answered hesitantly.
He guffawed once more; and and slapped me once more. „Oh what a naughty slave you are!“ he said. „Still, it's nice to know you are a truthful one. Enjoy Tariq's cock, don't you?“
„Yer...esss...yess...Sir...“ I confessed.
„Didn't at one time. But do now.“
„Yes...Sir...“ I confessed again.
Seating himself on the bench-bunk, he pulled me across his thighs and began to smack my bottom hard.
„Naughty...naughty...naughty...“ he kept on saying. It was painful but not, of course, too painful. It just made me gasp a little.
Then, to my amazement, I felt Tariq hardening.
His big cock began to press into my belly.
My God, what fantastic stamina this man had! He went on smacking my bottom. That was what must be rousing him so quickly again. I endured it stoically because I reckoned he would shortly be fucked me.
I was right.
After less than a minute of resounding slapping, he had me up-ended on my bunk, arse high in the air, cunt thrusting eagerly. I admit I cried out happily as he rammed into me with deliberate brutality. And I went on crying out as he proceeded to fuck me in usual powerful fashion.
I climaxed twice before he'd finished with me. He must have been pretty done in by then.
When he'd gone, I lay there contentedly.
Well, as content as a slave-girl ever can be.
After all, I told myself, what a guest can have, so can a mere slave-girl!
It was a satisfying thought.
Tariq
It had been an amusing afternoon with the Gomez woman. She was certainly very keen and I reckonned I would be invited in again. Of course, I could have turned such an invitation down if I had wished, but I didn't think I would. I like enthusiasm in a woman.
The fact that Tania had been there, kneeling in the corner, had added a bit of spice. I kept wondering what she was thinking.
When we got back to her cell, for some reason or another, I started smacking her bottom. I think it was because she confessed she would rather have been fucked that Miss Gomez. Bit of a cheek that, coming from a slave-girl. Still, a shade flattering in its honesty. I was feeling quite shagged but, rather to my amazement, I found myself getting hard again while I was slapping those delicious buttocks.
There was only one thing for it.
I had to have yet another fuck that afternoon.
And young Tania was the happy recipient.
I conctacted Timal the following morning.
„I'm getting her to work on Johnson again today,“ she informed me.
„Morning and afternoon. After that, I think I shall be ready to pass her.“
„Perhaps I might give her a final test the following day,“ I sugessted.
„Good idea,“ said Timal. And then, I reckon, she'll be ready for her first fucking. No one better than you.“
„Thanks, Timal,“ I said. „I'll be seeing you.“
I took the day off and went sailing and fisting. Very relaxing. From time to time I wondered how Chloe was getting on, sucking that black cock. Not too happily, I guessed, but she would be learning all the time. I was looking forward to giving her her first fucking. On the Island, I mean. I presumed she wasn't a virgin. But I'd never asked about that.
In the evening I came back tired and relaxed, with some very strange-looking pacific fish in my basket. Timal and I met in the canteen.
„Everything go well?“ I asked.
She shrugged. „Not too bad,“ she answered, „but I thought she needed another caning this evening. I gave it to her. Eighteen strokes.“
„Mmmmm...“
„She should give you no problems whatsoever tomorrow.“
„That's nice to know,“ I said, smiling at this delightful woman. Oh how I wished she wasn't a lesbian!
„Have you had her go down on you yet?“ I asked.
„No...that comes later,“ said Timal. „A secondary stage of her training.“
„I don't think she'll like that much eighter,“ I grinned.
„Too bad!“
The following afternoon, I went down to Training Room Number 4. Timal led Chloe in on all fours. I took a look at her bottom, still heavily striped from the previous evening's caning. No Treatment presumably.
„I'll leave her alone with you,“ said Timal, “I've got one of the other girls being a little difficult. I suggest, Tariq, after she's given you a good sucking, you fuck her.“
A loud series of sobbing moans came from the girl.
„Fine,“ I said. The prospect was pleasing. Timal left.
„Posture Number 3,“ I ordered...and the tearful Chloe knelt up before me. „I'm sure you don't want to be caned AGAIN this evening,“ I said.
Chloe shook her head desperately. „Ohhh...no...oooh...NO...OOOO!“ she cried out.
„Well then, you'd better be VERY good, slave.“
„Yes...Sir...yes...I'll try, Sir...“ she whimpered. I had already taken off my restrainer and was seated on the squab. Her eyes were filled with horror as she gazed at my still flaccid cock.
„Lick my knob,“ I said.“ Just the knob.“ Her head came down and she started to do so.
„Lift my cock up,“ I ordered. Her small hand took hold of it and raised it. She was shivering. I was starting to swell.
„Now, put it in you mouth...“
With scarcely any hesitation, Chloe did so. There had certainly been an improvement.
„Take more of it and start sucking.“ She did so, choking a little. But it was most pleasant. Chloe was really getting quite good at it. Soon I was solid hard and her mouth was fully stretched.
„Lick the knob while you're sucking.“ She did so. Oh yes, the cane was indeed inducing obedience in young Chloe!
I kept her at it for about ten minutes, by which time I was having difficulty in holding back. Tears were streaming down her soft cheeks. After what Timal had said, she knew what was coming next.
„That will do,“ I said. Her mouth withdrew. My cock quivered as I allowed my roused lust to subside a little. Chloe's hands were over her face and she was moaning.
„No...oh...no...oh...noooooo...“
Well, no doubt the thought of getting my ramrod up her must have been very frightening.
„Posture Number 1,“ I ordered.
„P-Pleeee...ease...ooooh...pleeeeeeeease...Sir...noooo...oooh...noooo!“ she crying despairingly.
„Chloe,“ I said, „you know the consequences of disobedience by now. If you don't adopt the Posture IMMEDIATELY, I personally will cane you this evening. And I will give you twenty four strokes!“
That did it. The threat was too appaling to be contemplated. Heaving with great sobs, she twisted around and got her weal-striped bottom up. It was a nice bottom.
Reluctantly, hesitantly, her thighs splayed.
„Wider!“ I shouted. They splayed wider. There it was now, young and delicious, waiting for me to take. I knelt down and gripped her soft flanks tight. She was not going to escape me, driven to wild panic by her terror. She was trembling most violently.
„PLLEEEEEAASSEE...NOO...OOOOOO...NO...OOOOOO!“ she shrieked as my knob impinged upon her soft sex lips.
!couldn't help smiling. Once Tania had been like this...and look at her now! Perhaps, I thought, one day Chloe will become another Tania.
With Chloe still shrieking hysterically and wriggling frantically in a futile effort to ever made, I slowly penetrated her. I did not use brutality, as I did on some occasions. She was tight and unyielding; rather dry. Perhaps things would improve. I stopped halfway in...then I gave her half a dozen or so short thrusts. She wriggled even more, shrieking and wailing for me to stop.
„Oooooooh...it's TOO big,“ she shrieked at one point. I smiled again, thinking of the Gomez woman. She had secretly thought so too but had learnt to enjoy it. A very great deal.
I got a little further in and went on with my steady thrustings. Of course, I could have rammed right home, but I spared her that. After a couple of minutes she was getting warmer and more lubricated. I patted her bottom.
„There,“ I said, „it's not really so bad, is it?“
Chloe had stopped shrieking but was now giving vent to long, sobbing moans. I went on fucking her greatly but firmly. She never stopped wriggling. It was delightful. I got a little further in; maybe three-quarters of me.
Thrust...thrust...thrust. Squirm...squirm...squirm.
„Aaaaghhhh...h-have mercy...no more...no more...“ came her despairing shriek.
And, at that I rammed in up to the hilt.
I kept it fully in for quite some time, while she screamed hoarsely. Obviously she had never imagined she could never have been so stretched; so filled. Then I resumed fucking her, but now a little more urgently. All the time, despite her screams, she was getting warmer and wetter. Nature would not be denied.
I knew I wasn't going to be able to hold out long. After all, I had been going nicely for some ten minutes and now I was making use of this young cunt. Unwilling as it might be, it still felt good. I worked up the pace, holding that madly squirming bottom tight and, within a couple more minutes, had unleashed myself into her.
Nice...very nice...
Chloe had collapsed down on to the floor, I think she was half senseless with shock.
I restored her with smelling salts, fondling her apple-round breasts as I did so. Her eyes were glazed, her mouth out of control.
„There, there,“ I comforted her as if she were a little c***d. I patted her head.
„It's all over now.“ I smiled at her. „And you'll enjoy it a lot more next time!“
The petrified look on Chloe's pretty features really was a sight to be seen.
Bianca
I had for some time the idea of making use of a small island which lay a few miles to the south of the main one. It had an area of about 120 acres and, although well-eooded, had pastural areas for cultivation. This, I thought, would make a first class place to found another slave colony.
A male slave colony.
That would make a pleasing contrast to a female slave colony like the one I now possess...and might prove equally satisfying. Anyway, it seemed well worth while having a go at it. No point standing still in life, is there?
Accordingly, I had a talk with my good American friend, Mrs Sherman-Peters. She, you may recall is one of my best agents and a regular supplier of female `raw material´. Also, you may remember, she herself keeps a permanent male slave, so she should know something about handling male slaves, I reckoned. Her male slave is completely shaven and kept naked but for a heavy iron tube encasing his sex organ. She also, as I had witnessed, sprays a powerful liliment ob this pathetic creature's balls about every two hours. Not a pleasant existence!
We sat out on the patio and I asked if she had thought about my proposal since she was last on the Island.
„Sure have,“ she said, and handed me some outline proposals on a sheet of paper. I read it with interest.
`I see no problem at all about getting plenty of male slave material. Plenty of men are masochistically inclined (or imagine they are) though nose of these, I am sure would enjoy the regime I have in mind.
My suggestion is to begin small. Perhaps twelve slaves. Maybe twenty four.
All these slaves should be selected for their building and engineering abilities. When they have been brought to the Island (New Island, shall we call it?) they should be set to work building their own quarters. All the necessary materials will be brought in by our own boats and helicopters. In this task, these slaves will be assisted by gangs of slave-girls. Each girl gang will be twelve in number and work on a rota basis. They will probably be working about twice as week.
Working hard, fetching and carrying, moving materials etc.
Physical contact between male and female slaves will be most strictly forbidden...andseveral punidhable. Not, however, that the males would be able to do much about it, since they should be, I suggest, be restrained like my own personal slave. This has great advantages because a male slave can perform natural functions yet, in no possible way can he even touch his sex organ.
Personally, I favour complete sexual deprivation for a male slave but you may think otherwise. For health reasons, some Mistresses permit masturbation once a week or once a month. This is a matter for you to decide.
If you start with twelfe slaves, I suggest four female Overseers. They would also be in charge of the slave-girl working parties.
The slaves will build their own cell-block, their own Punishment Chamber, their own commissary, showers, etc.
Loafing, slack work, inefficient work and so on must be severely punished. Especially at first. They will soon knuckle under. Male and female slaves should be punished together at the same sessions.
Once this building work has been complete, the slave-girl gangs will no longer be required and will return to the Main Island.
A new regime will begin for the male slaves.
They will, daily, undergo forms of Drilling and Physical Exercising. Severe. For instance, even in the heat of the day, they will drill in uniform, carrying heavy packs. As to Physical Exercising, it is well to remember that extra weights can be attached to the iron penis encasement.
The slaves will also undertake forest clearance, wood cutting and cultivation of their own crops.
All these tasks will be under supervision of female Overseers. I can supply these. I do not think there should be any male Overseers.
Food should be plentyful and nutritious, but eaten from troughs. Their strength must be kept up.
Many may not be able to withstand such a severe regime for too long. This, in my view, is not important. As slaves, they are expendable. Their disposal can be easily and secretly arranged...and fresh material brought in.
This, my dear Bianca, is just an outline. If you have any suggestions yourself, or queries, please let me know.
Sincerely,
Martha Sherman-Peters´
I handed her back the sheet of paper.
„Thanks, Martha,“ I said, „it seems you've done a good job. I'll think it over and let you know when to go ahead. It should be good fun.“
„The greatest,“ she smiled. A cold, evil smile. Then she opened her handbag and took out an aerosol. „Present!“ she barked at the slave crouching at her side. He swung round so that his hindquarters were towards her. My God, what a shade of bright red those balls were! She sprayed them lavishly with the liniment. „Go and report to Miss Zena,“ said Martha, „and ask her if she has any duties for you. Something meny preferably. Like cleaning the lavatories.“
The slave leapt to his feet and bowed. „Yes, Mistress...at once Mistress.“
Then he scuttled off.
Yes, I thought, it was going to make an amusing change to have male slaves as well as female ones!
THE END
As Jason Belmont had left Bianca's Island, I thought it was rather fortunate I came across the Overseer named Tariq at the side of the swimming pool. He was lying there bollock naked and displaying just about the biggest cock I had ever seen. Frankly, it both scared and excited me. I wondered what it did for the young slave-girls he trained!
We had a chat and I suggested he come up to my apartment shortly. He seemed to like the idea. So we made an assignment one mid-afternoon.
As I usually do on such occasions, I had a slave-girl sent there to warm me up prior to Tariq's arrival. I would need to be warmed up and ready to take that whopper into me with any comfort. The girl who was sent was a pretty young thing, dark-haired, by the name of Tania.
„Very shortly, slave,“ I told her, „I am going to be fucked. But I want you to get me in the mood first.“
„Certainly, Miss,“ she said with the utmost servility. It's nice to be able to say such things and get them done without any protest or hesitation.
I was lying naked on my bed and pushed a pillow under my bum, then parted my thighs wide.
„There you are, my pretty,“ I said.
The girl slid between my thighs, keeping her own bottom high and her thighs splayed so that I could see her showing her immodesty in the large mirror on the far wall. This is the customary posture when a girl is going down to a woman or sucking a man.
„You've got a nice arse,“ I told her.
„Thank you, Miss,“ she said in what sounded like a tone of genuine appretiation. Then her mouth began to kiss my sex lips. Gently at first, then ever more strongly. The girl knew what she was doing. Then her tongue slid in, at first running up and down, then concentrating on my clitoris. I thought about Tariq's big cock and soon felt very wet and warm. Just how I wanted to be. He would be arriving any minute. I sent the girl to the corner where she knelt submissively, hindquarters rised, nose to the floor.
There came a knock on the door and I felt a stab of excitement as Tariq entered. As he had been at the pool-side, he was bollock naked, his cock dangling and swinging before him.
„Good afternoon, Miss,“ he said, grinning at me. Then he glanced at the girl in the corner. „I think I recognise that backside,“ he said. „Tania, isn't it?“
„You know her then?“
„I trained her and now I'm her Overseer.“
„Oh I see, I had her sent here so she could warm me up for you.“
„That was thoughtful of you.“ He came on the bed and kissed and fondled my breasts.
„Do you fuck her often?“
„Quite often.“ Absurdly, I felt a small pang of jealousy...but then told myself she was only a slave-girl.
„Well, you can concentrate on me now.“
„Sure thing. How would you like it?“
„Just the straight forward missionary position to begin with,“ I said. I wanted to make him release I wanted him more than once. Greedy about sex, I am. I got hold of Tariq's cock and it began to swell rapidly. It occurred to me that, through Tariq was an Overseer, he was also a slave. My slave, albeit it temporarily. The thought crossed my mind that it would be most pleasing to own a man like this permanently. A kind of giant toy-boy.
„Gently,“ I said softly.
„Sure,“ he said, grinning. The bastard knew I was troubled by the size of him. He worked on my cunt lips with his big knob for quite a while and I got even more ready for him. I clasped his back and crossed my legs over his lump.
„Lovely,“ I said.
„It will get lovelier,“ he replied. He really was an arrogant sod, but then, I suppose he was entitled to be.
He began to shaft me gently, never getting more than half of himself in. I got hotter and hotter, working my haunches co-operatively. Oh, what a man he was! At last I could stand it no longer.
„G-Give it to...m-me...“ I gasped. „A-All of it...“
He rammed fully into me and I cried out. I was stretched to the limit, utterly filled. I could not recall anything so big in me before except possibly, when a woman friend had fucked me with an enormous dildo.
Tariq remained fully in for about a minute, while he muzzled my neck and breasts.
„Nice?“ he asked.
„M-Marvellous,“ I answered breathlessly. I could hardly wait for him to begin driving.
Then he did, slowly but powerfully. Full-length thrusts, which made me utter squeals of delight. In little over a minute he brought me to my first orgasm. Now juicier lubricated, I found him easier to accommodate. He slid in and out, skillfully and rhythmically.
„Faster...faster...“ I urged. But he kept his own steady pace. I worked my haunches and squirmed my bottom, giving his everything I possibly could.
Then, panting and shuddering, I came to my second orgasm. It was divine. But it became more divine. Tariq speeded up now and gave me a really powerful fucking. I knew, soon, he was going flat out and couldn't help squeaing with delight. I knew he was working up to a climax and I prayed that I would arrive at my third orgasm at the same time.
Just as I felt him spurting into me, I climaxed...and, beneath him, became a wriggling jelly of slaked lust.
We lay for a long time, breathing heavily, still locked together.
A half an hour later, I was playing with Tariq's half flaccid cock, trying to get him up again. I didn't have to try very hard for he was soon solid once more.
„How do you want it this time?“ he asked.
„I want to ride you,“ I replied.
„Fine,“ he said, rolling onto his back. His big baton stuck up in the air...and quickly I straddled him and lowered myself slowly. Deliciously, he slid up into me. All the way. I could take him far more easily now, though he still felt enormous.
I rode him for twenty minutes or more, until I was utterly exhausted, bringing myself to one climax after another. Some minor, some major. It was a superb experience and quite often, I heard myself whimpering with the joy of it. At times my bottom was moving slowly up and down, at others it was going with the speed of a fiddler's elbow.
Since he had ejaculated once, he held on well. It was I who had to capitulate.
When I could take no more, I begged him to release himself. This he did, shortly afterwards, just as strongly as he had done the first time.
What a man!
There was no doubt I would have him up in my apartement again. We lay half-dozing happily. Then he stirred.
„Afraid I've got work to do, Miss,“ he said, kissing my breasts.
„Not more fucking, I hope,“ I said.
„No, luckily,“ he grinned. But he did not elaborate. He slid off the bed.
„I might as well take Tania with me,“ he said. „Unless you need her again.“
„No,“ I said a little wearily. I watched as he hauled up the girl by her hair and fastened on her collar and chain. Not for the first time I thought what a horror it must be to be a slave-girl. Except, possibly, when you were being fucked by a man like Tariq!
I wondered how the girl had felt, listening to me getting...and enjoying so much...what she must have had so often herself.
Enforced in her case.
Voluntarily in mine.
But, perhaps, in the course of time, that made no difference.
Tania
On an afternoon, I was taken to the apartement of a certain Miss Gomez. On arrival she informed me she was shortly going to be fucked and that she wanted me to warm her up. This is typically ploy with bi-sexuals.
Though I hate going down to a woman, I did the best job on her and, luckily for me, she seemed satisfied. I think more punishments are handed out for a woman saying she was `displeased´ than anything else. Some of them do it for no reason...just out of sheer vindictiveness...for they like the idea of the girl who has serviced them being strapped or caned.
I was sent into the corner and knelt there in Posture Number 1, bottom high, nose down, preparing for a wearisome hour or two. Maybe longer. Then there was a knock on the door and someone came in. I heard Tariq's voice, statting that he `recognised that backside´. Mine. Naturally he did. So it was he who was going to fuck this Miss Gomez. It was no difficult to guess why she had picked him out.
Ridiculously, perhaps, I felt annoyed and resentful that it was this woman who was going to be fucked and not me. Frankly, I had come to realise I was quite hooked on Tariq. He was certainly the only rewarding part of my slave life.
I listened to them having a little foreplay, whit her whispering. I expect she was telling him to take it easy, with that massive weapon of this. That, unfortunately, is something a slave-girl cannot do. She usually gets the lot in one go. Wham-Bang! And that, in your early stages of training, can be very painful.
Then I heard them getting down to it. Tariq obviously was taking it easy as Miss Gomez had asked. Lucky bitch! The sound of gentle sex went on for some ten minutes. Then she started gasping out: „Give it to me...all of it!“
Oh yes, Tariq was certainly getting to her. I hated her for her freedom and her pleasures.
She cried out when Tariq rammed right in at her request. I was not surprised; I knew just what it felt like.
Then Tariq obviously began giving it to her fully. I could almost feel those powerful, long thruts myself,...and began to feel randy. Not much point in that, of course. I heard the bitch squealing; certainly having an orgasm. I hated her even more. But, oh what was the use? I just knelt there., bottom up, nose down to the carpet.
I was a slave.
„Faster...faster...“ I heard the bitch urging. But I guessed that Tariq kept to his own pace. This man was his own master and would take a woman as he wished. Whether she be guest or slave.
Then I heard Miss Gomez gasping and crying out in her second orgasm. She certainly sounded very happy. I remained kneeling where I was, with aching back, a degraded object. I had been sent for to use my tongue. I had done so...and been dismissed.
The noise from the bed got louder and I knew Tariq was working himself up. It was not long before Miss Gomez was squealing with delight. She was getting the full threatment all right. I could hear their flesh slapping together. Faster...louder. This woman was getting a real solid fucking. It was what she wanted. I could imagine that great weapon pounding in and out relentlessly.
The bitch went on squealing until they both climaxed simultaneously.
How nice for them.
Some time later, I heard her saying: „I want to ride you.“ Naturally Tariq was most willing.
Then began a long tounament with her dictating the pace. Sometimes I could hear it going slow, more often I could hear it going fast. I could hear the bitch's pussy squelching with the excitement of it all. She was heaving a marvellous time. Because she was in control. Using Tariq. That is not to say, I am sure, that he was not enjoying it enormously. I heard her panting. I heard her whimpering.
The bitch seemed to be having one orgasm after another. Would she never be satisfied? She must have done her riding for a good twenty minutes. Finally, I heard her moaning with exhaustion...then begging Tariq to unleash.
Tariq presumably did so, for they collapsed into a heavy breathing rest period.
Are they weren't going to resume?
I waited, still hating her for the pleasures she had enjoyed. And would continue to enjoy. Upon her demand; not on anyone else's. That's wife what freedom meant.
Oh dear God, I now realise I shall never be free again.
That tought is like a knife going through my entrails.
At last, I heard Tariq announcing he had to leave. „Work to do,“ he said. I wondered what it was. I heard him crossing the room, saying he might as well take me, if I wasn't needed any more. She said I wasn't. My hair was seized and I was painfully hauled erect. Then my collar and chain were fastened on. I was led from the room, just getting a quick glimpse of the naked bitch who had been so utterly slaked.
I think I hated her even more in that moment.
She completely contented and relaxed; me being led off to my bare cell.
„That wasn't a bad fuck,“ said Tariq, as he led me into the cell, giving my bottom a good slap as he did so. „Enjoy listening to it, did you, girl?“
„N-No...no...not really, Sir,“ I answered.
„Oh?“ He guffawed. „A bit jealous were you?“ He gave my bottom another stinging slap.
What could I say. „I...s-suppose I was, Sir,“ I answered hesitantly.
He guffawed once more; and and slapped me once more. „Oh what a naughty slave you are!“ he said. „Still, it's nice to know you are a truthful one. Enjoy Tariq's cock, don't you?“
„Yer...esss...yess...Sir...“ I confessed.
„Didn't at one time. But do now.“
„Yes...Sir...“ I confessed again.
Seating himself on the bench-bunk, he pulled me across his thighs and began to smack my bottom hard.
„Naughty...naughty...naughty...“ he kept on saying. It was painful but not, of course, too painful. It just made me gasp a little.
Then, to my amazement, I felt Tariq hardening.
His big cock began to press into my belly.
My God, what fantastic stamina this man had! He went on smacking my bottom. That was what must be rousing him so quickly again. I endured it stoically because I reckoned he would shortly be fucked me.
I was right.
After less than a minute of resounding slapping, he had me up-ended on my bunk, arse high in the air, cunt thrusting eagerly. I admit I cried out happily as he rammed into me with deliberate brutality. And I went on crying out as he proceeded to fuck me in usual powerful fashion.
I climaxed twice before he'd finished with me. He must have been pretty done in by then.
When he'd gone, I lay there contentedly.
Well, as content as a slave-girl ever can be.
After all, I told myself, what a guest can have, so can a mere slave-girl!
It was a satisfying thought.
Tariq
It had been an amusing afternoon with the Gomez woman. She was certainly very keen and I reckonned I would be invited in again. Of course, I could have turned such an invitation down if I had wished, but I didn't think I would. I like enthusiasm in a woman.
The fact that Tania had been there, kneeling in the corner, had added a bit of spice. I kept wondering what she was thinking.
When we got back to her cell, for some reason or another, I started smacking her bottom. I think it was because she confessed she would rather have been fucked that Miss Gomez. Bit of a cheek that, coming from a slave-girl. Still, a shade flattering in its honesty. I was feeling quite shagged but, rather to my amazement, I found myself getting hard again while I was slapping those delicious buttocks.
There was only one thing for it.
I had to have yet another fuck that afternoon.
And young Tania was the happy recipient.
I conctacted Timal the following morning.
„I'm getting her to work on Johnson again today,“ she informed me.
„Morning and afternoon. After that, I think I shall be ready to pass her.“
„Perhaps I might give her a final test the following day,“ I sugessted.
„Good idea,“ said Timal. And then, I reckon, she'll be ready for her first fucking. No one better than you.“
„Thanks, Timal,“ I said. „I'll be seeing you.“
I took the day off and went sailing and fisting. Very relaxing. From time to time I wondered how Chloe was getting on, sucking that black cock. Not too happily, I guessed, but she would be learning all the time. I was looking forward to giving her her first fucking. On the Island, I mean. I presumed she wasn't a virgin. But I'd never asked about that.
In the evening I came back tired and relaxed, with some very strange-looking pacific fish in my basket. Timal and I met in the canteen.
„Everything go well?“ I asked.
She shrugged. „Not too bad,“ she answered, „but I thought she needed another caning this evening. I gave it to her. Eighteen strokes.“
„Mmmmm...“
„She should give you no problems whatsoever tomorrow.“
„That's nice to know,“ I said, smiling at this delightful woman. Oh how I wished she wasn't a lesbian!
„Have you had her go down on you yet?“ I asked.
„No...that comes later,“ said Timal. „A secondary stage of her training.“
„I don't think she'll like that much eighter,“ I grinned.
„Too bad!“
The following afternoon, I went down to Training Room Number 4. Timal led Chloe in on all fours. I took a look at her bottom, still heavily striped from the previous evening's caning. No Treatment presumably.
„I'll leave her alone with you,“ said Timal, “I've got one of the other girls being a little difficult. I suggest, Tariq, after she's given you a good sucking, you fuck her.“
A loud series of sobbing moans came from the girl.
„Fine,“ I said. The prospect was pleasing. Timal left.
„Posture Number 3,“ I ordered...and the tearful Chloe knelt up before me. „I'm sure you don't want to be caned AGAIN this evening,“ I said.
Chloe shook her head desperately. „Ohhh...no...oooh...NO...OOOO!“ she cried out.
„Well then, you'd better be VERY good, slave.“
„Yes...Sir...yes...I'll try, Sir...“ she whimpered. I had already taken off my restrainer and was seated on the squab. Her eyes were filled with horror as she gazed at my still flaccid cock.
„Lick my knob,“ I said.“ Just the knob.“ Her head came down and she started to do so.
„Lift my cock up,“ I ordered. Her small hand took hold of it and raised it. She was shivering. I was starting to swell.
„Now, put it in you mouth...“
With scarcely any hesitation, Chloe did so. There had certainly been an improvement.
„Take more of it and start sucking.“ She did so, choking a little. But it was most pleasant. Chloe was really getting quite good at it. Soon I was solid hard and her mouth was fully stretched.
„Lick the knob while you're sucking.“ She did so. Oh yes, the cane was indeed inducing obedience in young Chloe!
I kept her at it for about ten minutes, by which time I was having difficulty in holding back. Tears were streaming down her soft cheeks. After what Timal had said, she knew what was coming next.
„That will do,“ I said. Her mouth withdrew. My cock quivered as I allowed my roused lust to subside a little. Chloe's hands were over her face and she was moaning.
„No...oh...no...oh...noooooo...“
Well, no doubt the thought of getting my ramrod up her must have been very frightening.
„Posture Number 1,“ I ordered.
„P-Pleeee...ease...ooooh...pleeeeeeeease...Sir...noooo...oooh...noooo!“ she crying despairingly.
„Chloe,“ I said, „you know the consequences of disobedience by now. If you don't adopt the Posture IMMEDIATELY, I personally will cane you this evening. And I will give you twenty four strokes!“
That did it. The threat was too appaling to be contemplated. Heaving with great sobs, she twisted around and got her weal-striped bottom up. It was a nice bottom.
Reluctantly, hesitantly, her thighs splayed.
„Wider!“ I shouted. They splayed wider. There it was now, young and delicious, waiting for me to take. I knelt down and gripped her soft flanks tight. She was not going to escape me, driven to wild panic by her terror. She was trembling most violently.
„PLLEEEEEAASSEE...NOO...OOOOOO...NO...OOOOOO!“ she shrieked as my knob impinged upon her soft sex lips.
!couldn't help smiling. Once Tania had been like this...and look at her now! Perhaps, I thought, one day Chloe will become another Tania.
With Chloe still shrieking hysterically and wriggling frantically in a futile effort to ever made, I slowly penetrated her. I did not use brutality, as I did on some occasions. She was tight and unyielding; rather dry. Perhaps things would improve. I stopped halfway in...then I gave her half a dozen or so short thrusts. She wriggled even more, shrieking and wailing for me to stop.
„Oooooooh...it's TOO big,“ she shrieked at one point. I smiled again, thinking of the Gomez woman. She had secretly thought so too but had learnt to enjoy it. A very great deal.
I got a little further in and went on with my steady thrustings. Of course, I could have rammed right home, but I spared her that. After a couple of minutes she was getting warmer and more lubricated. I patted her bottom.
„There,“ I said, „it's not really so bad, is it?“
Chloe had stopped shrieking but was now giving vent to long, sobbing moans. I went on fucking her greatly but firmly. She never stopped wriggling. It was delightful. I got a little further in; maybe three-quarters of me.
Thrust...thrust...thrust. Squirm...squirm...squirm.
„Aaaaghhhh...h-have mercy...no more...no more...“ came her despairing shriek.
And, at that I rammed in up to the hilt.
I kept it fully in for quite some time, while she screamed hoarsely. Obviously she had never imagined she could never have been so stretched; so filled. Then I resumed fucking her, but now a little more urgently. All the time, despite her screams, she was getting warmer and wetter. Nature would not be denied.
I knew I wasn't going to be able to hold out long. After all, I had been going nicely for some ten minutes and now I was making use of this young cunt. Unwilling as it might be, it still felt good. I worked up the pace, holding that madly squirming bottom tight and, within a couple more minutes, had unleashed myself into her.
Nice...very nice...
Chloe had collapsed down on to the floor, I think she was half senseless with shock.
I restored her with smelling salts, fondling her apple-round breasts as I did so. Her eyes were glazed, her mouth out of control.
„There, there,“ I comforted her as if she were a little c***d. I patted her head.
„It's all over now.“ I smiled at her. „And you'll enjoy it a lot more next time!“
The petrified look on Chloe's pretty features really was a sight to be seen.
Bianca
I had for some time the idea of making use of a small island which lay a few miles to the south of the main one. It had an area of about 120 acres and, although well-eooded, had pastural areas for cultivation. This, I thought, would make a first class place to found another slave colony.
A male slave colony.
That would make a pleasing contrast to a female slave colony like the one I now possess...and might prove equally satisfying. Anyway, it seemed well worth while having a go at it. No point standing still in life, is there?
Accordingly, I had a talk with my good American friend, Mrs Sherman-Peters. She, you may recall is one of my best agents and a regular supplier of female `raw material´. Also, you may remember, she herself keeps a permanent male slave, so she should know something about handling male slaves, I reckoned. Her male slave is completely shaven and kept naked but for a heavy iron tube encasing his sex organ. She also, as I had witnessed, sprays a powerful liliment ob this pathetic creature's balls about every two hours. Not a pleasant existence!
We sat out on the patio and I asked if she had thought about my proposal since she was last on the Island.
„Sure have,“ she said, and handed me some outline proposals on a sheet of paper. I read it with interest.
`I see no problem at all about getting plenty of male slave material. Plenty of men are masochistically inclined (or imagine they are) though nose of these, I am sure would enjoy the regime I have in mind.
My suggestion is to begin small. Perhaps twelve slaves. Maybe twenty four.
All these slaves should be selected for their building and engineering abilities. When they have been brought to the Island (New Island, shall we call it?) they should be set to work building their own quarters. All the necessary materials will be brought in by our own boats and helicopters. In this task, these slaves will be assisted by gangs of slave-girls. Each girl gang will be twelve in number and work on a rota basis. They will probably be working about twice as week.
Working hard, fetching and carrying, moving materials etc.
Physical contact between male and female slaves will be most strictly forbidden...andseveral punidhable. Not, however, that the males would be able to do much about it, since they should be, I suggest, be restrained like my own personal slave. This has great advantages because a male slave can perform natural functions yet, in no possible way can he even touch his sex organ.
Personally, I favour complete sexual deprivation for a male slave but you may think otherwise. For health reasons, some Mistresses permit masturbation once a week or once a month. This is a matter for you to decide.
If you start with twelfe slaves, I suggest four female Overseers. They would also be in charge of the slave-girl working parties.
The slaves will build their own cell-block, their own Punishment Chamber, their own commissary, showers, etc.
Loafing, slack work, inefficient work and so on must be severely punished. Especially at first. They will soon knuckle under. Male and female slaves should be punished together at the same sessions.
Once this building work has been complete, the slave-girl gangs will no longer be required and will return to the Main Island.
A new regime will begin for the male slaves.
They will, daily, undergo forms of Drilling and Physical Exercising. Severe. For instance, even in the heat of the day, they will drill in uniform, carrying heavy packs. As to Physical Exercising, it is well to remember that extra weights can be attached to the iron penis encasement.
The slaves will also undertake forest clearance, wood cutting and cultivation of their own crops.
All these tasks will be under supervision of female Overseers. I can supply these. I do not think there should be any male Overseers.
Food should be plentyful and nutritious, but eaten from troughs. Their strength must be kept up.
Many may not be able to withstand such a severe regime for too long. This, in my view, is not important. As slaves, they are expendable. Their disposal can be easily and secretly arranged...and fresh material brought in.
This, my dear Bianca, is just an outline. If you have any suggestions yourself, or queries, please let me know.
Sincerely,
Martha Sherman-Peters´
I handed her back the sheet of paper.
„Thanks, Martha,“ I said, „it seems you've done a good job. I'll think it over and let you know when to go ahead. It should be good fun.“
„The greatest,“ she smiled. A cold, evil smile. Then she opened her handbag and took out an aerosol. „Present!“ she barked at the slave crouching at her side. He swung round so that his hindquarters were towards her. My God, what a shade of bright red those balls were! She sprayed them lavishly with the liniment. „Go and report to Miss Zena,“ said Martha, „and ask her if she has any duties for you. Something meny preferably. Like cleaning the lavatories.“
The slave leapt to his feet and bowed. „Yes, Mistress...at once Mistress.“
Then he scuttled off.
Yes, I thought, it was going to make an amusing change to have male slaves as well as female ones!
THE END
Gigi
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