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Chapter Five (Part One)
PERSONAL NARRATIVE OF 17 YEAR OLD SLAVEGIRL TANIA
Can you imagine what it is like to have to kiss a woman's asshole? Then to have to thrust your tongue into it...again and again and again? Making her squirm and gasp with the pleasure of it?
It is, I assure you, quite revolting.
Men are revolting enough to have to serve but, in my view, women are equally so. What is more, they are more dangerous. More vindictive...and liable to have one punished even if one doe not deserve it.
I, with Millie who shares my cell, was taken to a recently arrived guest, Miss Gomez early one evening. When we entered her apartment, she was naked on the bed and obviously very ready for sexual pleasure, she told us exactly what she wanted and what she wanted must be done VERY well. She knelt on the bed, with hindquarters upraised, Millie beneath her attending to her eager sex, I behind her having to deal with her asshole. I licked it for quite a long while, laving along the cleft, before starting to probe. It was disgusting to have to do, but I HAD to do it. Getting my tongue in as far as I could. Wriggling it around. Thrusting, thrusting, thrusting. Oh how the wicked bitch loved it! I could feel her shuddering with pleasure...from Millie's attentions as well as mine, of course.
How I hated her, useless as that was, needless to say. I hated her all the more since I was aware she knew, as a woman, how much I was hating what I had to do. That knowledge would only add to her pleasure. And to my hate.
But, as I have learnt to my cost, hate is a dangerous emotion in a slave.
„Get that tongue further in, girl,“ I heard her moaning, „right into my asshole...in...in...“
I did my best, but there are limits to what a tongue can do. Millie brought her to her first orgasm quite soon and she rested briefly. Then with a brief wiggle of her hindquarters, she indicated that we to resume. I startet again the wearisome probing of my tongue. Thrust, thrust, thrust, thrust. Hate, hate, hate. A thought flared into my mind. Oh., what exquisite joy if ever this woman were made a slave...and hat to do what I was doing! I tried to dwell on the throught, but it didn't last. It was something which would never happen.
This Miss Gomez came to a second climax and rested a while again. Then she changed Millie and I around. Lying on my back, I had to lick her slit. To me, it was just revolting as her asshole. But, all the same, I licked it fervently. Particularly the clitoris. Sucking it as well. The bitch was certainly enjoying herself. Hot and juicy, gasping and panting for pleasure. Hate, hate, hate. But no escaping what I had to do. Unless I wanted a mercyless flogging. They usually employ the martinet if a guest expresses herself, or himself, dissatisfied with one's performance. The martinet is a whip with three plaited leather thongs having three pieces of lead shot at the end. It is agonising. If one feels one's yaw aching abominably, if one feels one is flagging, one only has to think about that martinet to get spurred on to greater effort.
I brought Miss Gomez to her third climax and she rested again. Quite a while. How many climaxes was this bitch going to want? I lay with my mouth pressed to her revolting sex, trying to gather my strength. Millie's tongue, I knew, would still be in her asshole because she had no order to withdraw it.
Then, after a minute or so, with another wriggle of her hindquarters, we were off again. This bitch seemed insatiable. It took a long time to bring her to her fourth climax and I don't quite know how I managed to keep up the pace. But, in the end, with a long of squealing and writhing, she got her way.
I lay there, quite bushed. Surely four orgasms was enough?
But no. Millie and I were changed around again...and on wnt the merry dance.
Frankly, after a while, the evening became a bit of a blur. Sometimes I hardly knew whether I was licking her asshole or her sex. I was just forcing myself on and on and on. Giving everithing I could. A slave has to.
In the end, the randy bitch was practically coming all the time, until she collapsed in an exhausted heap.
We were told to get out.
And thankfully did so.
Being unescorted, Millie and I had to report to our Overseer. She locked us back in our cell and Millie and I slumped down on the hard plank-beds provided, both of us exhausted.
Somewhere up above, the bitch, Miss Gomez, was sleeping happily and comfortably, utterly slaked. I went on hating her until I finally fell asleep.
The 6 am bell woke me.
I got off my plank-bed at once and took a shower. Millie did likewise. Then we attended to our hair and make-up. One has to keep oneself as presentable as possible. Then we sat on our plank-beds looking unhappily at each other.
Another day had begun...what did it hold in store for us? Nothing of comfort, that was for sure.
„What a cow,“ saif Millie.
„A real filthy whore,“ I replied.
„But at least, I don't think she'll have complaints,“ said Millie.
„My God, I should hope not. Still, you never know.“ I shivered. I had been punished unjustly often enough before.
Then the door of our cell was unlocked and our male overseer entered.
I should tell you that we have a male Overseer and a female Overseer. The male's name is Tariq and he is a young, well-muscled Iranian, quite good-looking in a way and an enormous cock on him. Earlier, he was one of my Trainers. The female Overseer is Miss Pohl. She is a 30-year-old German and a pretty vicious cow. They are also in charge of four other slave-girls.
On the entrance of Tariq, Millie and I knelt at once on our beds, hands on top of the head. This is obligatory. Tariq grinned at us both in turn. Then he took off the white leather pouch about his loins. His big cock dangled free.
„Breakfast time,“ he said. Who'd like the first?“
„I would,“ replied Millie and I simultaneous.
„Oh dear...the competition!“ said Tariq. Then he went over to Millie's bed and sat on it. He fondled her breasts in a casual way. „You can warm me up, girlie,“ he went on, „and Tania can get my load. Right?“
„Whatever you say, Sir,“ said Millie.
„Of course,“ smiled Tariq. He leant against the wall and Millie went down to him. She kissed his balls and licked his cock zealously. Then, as he began to swell, she took the root into her right and slipped the knob into her mouth. She began to suck avidly and Tariq stiffend fast. As always, I was rather taken aback by the length and girth of that prick. When I had first had to deal with it in my mouth, I had wanted to die. But I didn't. I learnt, step by painful step, to cope with it. When I finally got it up me, it hurt at first but it was also quite fantastic. Tariq always makes me come and, frankly, I don't mind being fucked by him. It is the paunchy, hairy, middle-aged lecherous guests I loathe.
Soon Tariq was smiling happily as Millie's head bobbet up and down. It is not possible to get a great deal of Tariq's cock into your mouth but she was doing her very best. He continued to squeeze Millie's breasts.
„Mmmm...good...girl...“ he said after a few minutes, „but I think that's about all I can let you have.“ Millie's head stopped bobbing and Tariq's rigid cock slipped out of her mouth. He got up and came across the cell, the monster swinging before him.
„Hungry?“ he asked.
„Yes, Sir,“ I nodded.
„Perhaps you'd like it up your cunt instead?“
„Yes Sir,“ I agreed.
„Sorry about that. You're going to suck me.“
„Yes Sir,“ I said. He sat on my bed and I took him into my mouth. I had to open wide. My God, what a knob it is! Soon I was sucking expertly in the way I had been taught long ago. Tariq was rubbing my hair and occasionally tweaking a nipple.
„Yes...very good...slave,“ he said after a while. „You've got a mouth like a vacuum cleaner.“ I suppose I had to take that as a compliment. Soon his belly was beginning to quake and his muscular thighs to quiver. I worked even harder on him.
„OH...yes...yes...YESSSSSSSS!“ he gasped out. Then he erupted in my mouth. I went on sucking and sucking, swallowing furiously as he unleashed himself. As usual, there was a great deal to take before he was finally drained. He lay back, sighing contentedly.
„You're a good girlie,“ he murmured after a little while. „I must say that for you. It pains me when I punish you.“ Frankly, I doubtet that, but naturally didn't say so.
„Thank you, Sir,“ said Millie and I together.
„Now, as to today,“ he went on. „This morning you'll come back here but, of course, be available to anyone who wants you. Right?“
„Yes, Sir,“ we said.
Tariq put his leather pouch back on again and left the cell.
At first, I had hated serving on the patio. I mean, walking around stark naked in front of all those guests. Having to serve them. Letting them fondle you. Sticking a finger up your pussy or your rear. Horrible. The shame was almost unbearable. But now I've got used to it and I realise it is quite a cushy number.
Therew were more women on the patio than men when Millie and I got there. That is quite usual early on in the day. A lot of the male guests were probably still fucking themselves stupid.
Miss Grosse was not in attendance. Probably still comatose.
A pair of fingers snapped at me. The nails were bright red. I hurried over, feeling a number of eyes on my bouncing breasts. „Yes, Ma'am?“ I enquired obsequiously. The face was old enough and hard enough for that form of address. Though I've been slapped often enough for making a mistake about that.
„A large pernod, with lots of ice, slave,“ said the woman.
„At once, Ma'am.“ I hurried off. I felt male eyes on my bouncing buttock cheeks. What did it matter? Had I not, hundred of times, exposed myself in every possible fashion. There was certainly nothing private about my private parts any more. Once a slave-girl gets to accept that fully, her life becomes, in certain ways easier. I came back with the Pernod on a tray and placed the glass carefully on the table.
„Have you been fucked today, slave?“ asked the woman.
„No, Ma'am,“ I replied truthfully. I wasn't going to tell her I had given my Overseer a blow-job.
„Bad luck,“ she said, her mouth twisting derisively. „Can't wait for some of those Overseer's big cocks to get up you, I suppose?“
„That's right, ma'am,“ I agreed. When one is serving duty, one has quickly to get used to such insulting and provoking talks. It's all part of the patio duty.
„Did I not say LOTS of ice, girl?“ she suddenly asked sharply.
„Yes, Ma'am,“ I replied. Her glass was crammed with ice.
„This should be in a larger glass with more ice,“ she stated. I felt a little nervous. This sort of women was always dangerous.
„I beg pardon, Ma'am,“ I said. „I'll change it.“
„Do that...and quick!“ I hurried off. In under a minute I was back with a mountain of ice in a larger glass. She took it, saying nothing, taking a hefty swig. Then she opened a large handbag at her side and took out a two-thonged strap which had brass studs on its tips.
„I shall punish you for that piece of slackness,“ she said. „Bend over!“
Strictly speaking, geusts were not supposed to punish slaves without their Overseer's permission, but there was not much point in protesting. I reckonned it would only make matters worse. So I bent over, legs straight, touching toes. She didn't bother to stand up, for which I was thankful, for if she had done so, the strap would have had a longer sweep.
Whack!
It burned fierily and I couldn't help gasping. The cow! There was absolutely no reason for this. She was simply indulging herself.
Whack!
God...how those studs hurt! I gasped again, jerking up. „Keep bending, slave,“ she said, „or I'll send for an Overseer and have you properly thrashed.“
I bent, gripping my ankles. I hated this unknown woman just as I had hated Miss Gomez. Much good that did me.
Whack!
I stayed bending, absorbing the pain as best I could. The utter injustice of it was almost as cruel as the pain.
She gave me three more strokes, making six in all, then ordered me out of her sight. As I walked away, I sensed that there were even more male eyes on my bouncing bottom now that it was nicely reddened.
I went on serving guests for the next few hours, being groped and mauled in the process. One of the males, a gross looking American, asked my name...and said he was going to send for me later in the day.
Oh what a happy prospect!
Having completely my tour of duty on the patio, I lay on my hard bed again.
Millie was on the other side of the cell. Possibly, I told myself, that Yank would forget my name, perhaps he wouldn't send for me. Maybe he had got so drunk he had forgotten all about me.
One can always hope.
I dozed fitfully, perhaps for an hour or so. Then came the sound of the cell door being unlocked. Quickly I knelt erect as Miss Pohl entered, as po-faced as ever.
„You're wanted Tania,“ she said, a Mr. Hopheimer seems to have taken a fancy to you.“
My heart sank. That must be the same Yank. Submissively I remained kneeling while Miss Pohl fastened on my collar and then attached a chain. I was led out of the cell and away from the slave quarters to the building where the guests were housed. Up the stairs, a long carpeted corridors. Luxury. We came to a door and Miss Pohl knocked.
„come in...“
In we went and, at once, I was down on my knees at the end the guest's bed, my bottom raised hig, my thighs well splayed.
„Ah...thank you...Miss...“
„Miss Pohl.“
„Thank you, Miss Pohl. This is Tania then?“
„Yes, Mr. Hopheimer, this is Tania. I'll fetch her when you've finished with her.“
„Thank you, Miss Pohl.“ My collar was unlocked and fell to the floor. My Overseer left. Inwardly I trembled. One never knew how vilely one was going to be treated. There was a long silence and I could imagine him examining me in the wall mirror towards which my hindquarters were thrust.
„Mmmm...rather nice...come up un the bed, Tania,“ he said at last.
I came up, seeing him naked, white and paunchy. Fifty if he were a day. The kind of male I loathe. But I was going to have to please him just the same. His hands mauled me excessively, breats and bottom mainly.
„How old are you, Tania?“ he asked.
„s*******n, Master,“ I answered. He leered at me.
„And I'm fifty two,“ he stated. „Certainly old enough to be your father. I rather like that.“
He made me feel slightly sick but I managed to smile at him.
„So you are, Master,“ I said respectfully. This, you must understand, is how a slave-girl must behave with a guest. We are trained to it.
„Do you know what I am going to do to you, my pretty?“
„No, Master,“ I answered thrutfully.
„I am going to bum-fuck you,“ he said. I felt sicker than ever. Being fucked is bad enough, as far as I am concerned, being bum-fucked is worse.
„I am honoured, Master,“ I said in a voice little above a whisper. He smirked, licking his lips.
„Yes, I suppose you are,“ he said, grinning horribly. His fingers had begun to probe my anus. „Had plenty up her, have you?“
„No...not...not...a great d-deal, Master,“ I answered. Which was true. Most of the guests seemed to prefer to fuck me in the normal way.
„So...ahhh...so...you'll be quite tight...“
Yes...M-Master...I think so...“
„Well, I'll soon find out.“ Against my belly, as I lay half on top of him, I felt his cock stiffening. It did not seem to large...for which I was most thankful. He went on probing with a finger. I hated it...oh how I hated it. Yet, it was going to go worse. Far worse.
„Would my Master like me to use some ointment?“ I asked hopefully. That would ease matters.
„No, slave,“ he said, with a lop-sided lecherous smile of this. „'m just going to ram it into you. And I hope it hurts!“
Oh the bastard! The filthy, wicked bastard!
„I...I only wish to please my Master,“ I heard myself saying.
„Then, get your arse in the air...right now!“
I did so with no delay, but nevertheless crying insinde. What a hideous fate it is to be made a slave-girl! One has to obey and obey, no matter how revolting the demands. I want you to understand the full horror of this, if you can.
My flanks were seized. I could hear the b**st panting lustfully. Then I felt his hard prick-knob pressing against my anus. He pushed and pushed, grunting joyfully.
„Ooh...ahh...ooohhh...you little beauty...“
Then he was in me. Thrusting painfully. I cried out. I expect he liked that.
Then he was thrusting in and out savagely. Almost like madman. There was no finesse; no time, no would imagine, for enjoyment. It was quick ****, pure and simple. A frenzied ego trip. Luckily for me, it was all over in less than a minute. He was slumped down, still in me, but limp, groaning with satisfaction.
I had done my duty!
But, oh dear God, what a way to be used!
I lay there, feeling his paunchy nakedness crushing me. Would he want me again? I prayed that he would not. And my prayer was answered. After a little while he asked for my Overseer to come and take me away. Doubtless he hadn't got the stamina for another effort.
When my Overseer had taken me back to my cell and left, Millie came across and stroked my hair. Then she kissed me on the cheek. We are great friends in adversity. That helps a lot.
„Bad?“ she asked.
„I was bum-fucked,“ I answered, but it wasn't too bad.“ I explained what had happened. She sighed.
„But bum-fucking is always horrible, even if the time is short.“
„True,“ I said, „but it's better to be bum-fucked for one minute than ten minutes or more.“
„True,“ she said. Then she kissed me again. „Perhaps it is all over for today.“
„Perhaps...“, I agreed. We could only hope.
However, as it turned out, our hopes were to be dashed. About half an hour later, Millie was taken away by Miss Pohl, apparently to be used by some female guest. A little later, Tariq came for me...to please some male guest.
The man in question was very drunk and very revolting. He spent a lot of time mauling me and playing with me before he achieved an erection. Finally he took me brutally from the rear, slobbering horribly and snorting like a pig.
Tariq looked almost sympathetic as he took me back to my cell. He patted my bottom. „Perhaps you can rest now, little one,“ he said.
My bottom was still sore from the strap that wretched woman had laid across me but, all the same, I rested very well indeed.
Millie was still absent. I could only hope she was not having too bad a time.
The benison of the night passed all too swiftly. It seemed only an hour or two, not many hours, before the cell door was being unlocked and Tariq entering. He was smiling in his usual lustful way.
„Breakfast time again, Tania,“ he said as he approached me, as I knelt on my bunk. Off came his white leather restrainer.
In no time at all I had his big cock in my mouth and was sucking as if my life depended on it.
PERSONAL NARRATIVE OF 17 YEAR OLD SLAVEGIRL TANIA
Can you imagine what it is like to have to kiss a woman's asshole? Then to have to thrust your tongue into it...again and again and again? Making her squirm and gasp with the pleasure of it?
It is, I assure you, quite revolting.
Men are revolting enough to have to serve but, in my view, women are equally so. What is more, they are more dangerous. More vindictive...and liable to have one punished even if one doe not deserve it.
I, with Millie who shares my cell, was taken to a recently arrived guest, Miss Gomez early one evening. When we entered her apartment, she was naked on the bed and obviously very ready for sexual pleasure, she told us exactly what she wanted and what she wanted must be done VERY well. She knelt on the bed, with hindquarters upraised, Millie beneath her attending to her eager sex, I behind her having to deal with her asshole. I licked it for quite a long while, laving along the cleft, before starting to probe. It was disgusting to have to do, but I HAD to do it. Getting my tongue in as far as I could. Wriggling it around. Thrusting, thrusting, thrusting. Oh how the wicked bitch loved it! I could feel her shuddering with pleasure...from Millie's attentions as well as mine, of course.
How I hated her, useless as that was, needless to say. I hated her all the more since I was aware she knew, as a woman, how much I was hating what I had to do. That knowledge would only add to her pleasure. And to my hate.
But, as I have learnt to my cost, hate is a dangerous emotion in a slave.
„Get that tongue further in, girl,“ I heard her moaning, „right into my asshole...in...in...“
I did my best, but there are limits to what a tongue can do. Millie brought her to her first orgasm quite soon and she rested briefly. Then with a brief wiggle of her hindquarters, she indicated that we to resume. I startet again the wearisome probing of my tongue. Thrust, thrust, thrust, thrust. Hate, hate, hate. A thought flared into my mind. Oh., what exquisite joy if ever this woman were made a slave...and hat to do what I was doing! I tried to dwell on the throught, but it didn't last. It was something which would never happen.
This Miss Gomez came to a second climax and rested a while again. Then she changed Millie and I around. Lying on my back, I had to lick her slit. To me, it was just revolting as her asshole. But, all the same, I licked it fervently. Particularly the clitoris. Sucking it as well. The bitch was certainly enjoying herself. Hot and juicy, gasping and panting for pleasure. Hate, hate, hate. But no escaping what I had to do. Unless I wanted a mercyless flogging. They usually employ the martinet if a guest expresses herself, or himself, dissatisfied with one's performance. The martinet is a whip with three plaited leather thongs having three pieces of lead shot at the end. It is agonising. If one feels one's yaw aching abominably, if one feels one is flagging, one only has to think about that martinet to get spurred on to greater effort.
I brought Miss Gomez to her third climax and she rested again. Quite a while. How many climaxes was this bitch going to want? I lay with my mouth pressed to her revolting sex, trying to gather my strength. Millie's tongue, I knew, would still be in her asshole because she had no order to withdraw it.
Then, after a minute or so, with another wriggle of her hindquarters, we were off again. This bitch seemed insatiable. It took a long time to bring her to her fourth climax and I don't quite know how I managed to keep up the pace. But, in the end, with a long of squealing and writhing, she got her way.
I lay there, quite bushed. Surely four orgasms was enough?
But no. Millie and I were changed around again...and on wnt the merry dance.
Frankly, after a while, the evening became a bit of a blur. Sometimes I hardly knew whether I was licking her asshole or her sex. I was just forcing myself on and on and on. Giving everithing I could. A slave has to.
In the end, the randy bitch was practically coming all the time, until she collapsed in an exhausted heap.
We were told to get out.
And thankfully did so.
Being unescorted, Millie and I had to report to our Overseer. She locked us back in our cell and Millie and I slumped down on the hard plank-beds provided, both of us exhausted.
Somewhere up above, the bitch, Miss Gomez, was sleeping happily and comfortably, utterly slaked. I went on hating her until I finally fell asleep.
The 6 am bell woke me.
I got off my plank-bed at once and took a shower. Millie did likewise. Then we attended to our hair and make-up. One has to keep oneself as presentable as possible. Then we sat on our plank-beds looking unhappily at each other.
Another day had begun...what did it hold in store for us? Nothing of comfort, that was for sure.
„What a cow,“ saif Millie.
„A real filthy whore,“ I replied.
„But at least, I don't think she'll have complaints,“ said Millie.
„My God, I should hope not. Still, you never know.“ I shivered. I had been punished unjustly often enough before.
Then the door of our cell was unlocked and our male overseer entered.
I should tell you that we have a male Overseer and a female Overseer. The male's name is Tariq and he is a young, well-muscled Iranian, quite good-looking in a way and an enormous cock on him. Earlier, he was one of my Trainers. The female Overseer is Miss Pohl. She is a 30-year-old German and a pretty vicious cow. They are also in charge of four other slave-girls.
On the entrance of Tariq, Millie and I knelt at once on our beds, hands on top of the head. This is obligatory. Tariq grinned at us both in turn. Then he took off the white leather pouch about his loins. His big cock dangled free.
„Breakfast time,“ he said. Who'd like the first?“
„I would,“ replied Millie and I simultaneous.
„Oh dear...the competition!“ said Tariq. Then he went over to Millie's bed and sat on it. He fondled her breasts in a casual way. „You can warm me up, girlie,“ he went on, „and Tania can get my load. Right?“
„Whatever you say, Sir,“ said Millie.
„Of course,“ smiled Tariq. He leant against the wall and Millie went down to him. She kissed his balls and licked his cock zealously. Then, as he began to swell, she took the root into her right and slipped the knob into her mouth. She began to suck avidly and Tariq stiffend fast. As always, I was rather taken aback by the length and girth of that prick. When I had first had to deal with it in my mouth, I had wanted to die. But I didn't. I learnt, step by painful step, to cope with it. When I finally got it up me, it hurt at first but it was also quite fantastic. Tariq always makes me come and, frankly, I don't mind being fucked by him. It is the paunchy, hairy, middle-aged lecherous guests I loathe.
Soon Tariq was smiling happily as Millie's head bobbet up and down. It is not possible to get a great deal of Tariq's cock into your mouth but she was doing her very best. He continued to squeeze Millie's breasts.
„Mmmm...good...girl...“ he said after a few minutes, „but I think that's about all I can let you have.“ Millie's head stopped bobbing and Tariq's rigid cock slipped out of her mouth. He got up and came across the cell, the monster swinging before him.
„Hungry?“ he asked.
„Yes, Sir,“ I nodded.
„Perhaps you'd like it up your cunt instead?“
„Yes Sir,“ I agreed.
„Sorry about that. You're going to suck me.“
„Yes Sir,“ I said. He sat on my bed and I took him into my mouth. I had to open wide. My God, what a knob it is! Soon I was sucking expertly in the way I had been taught long ago. Tariq was rubbing my hair and occasionally tweaking a nipple.
„Yes...very good...slave,“ he said after a while. „You've got a mouth like a vacuum cleaner.“ I suppose I had to take that as a compliment. Soon his belly was beginning to quake and his muscular thighs to quiver. I worked even harder on him.
„OH...yes...yes...YESSSSSSSS!“ he gasped out. Then he erupted in my mouth. I went on sucking and sucking, swallowing furiously as he unleashed himself. As usual, there was a great deal to take before he was finally drained. He lay back, sighing contentedly.
„You're a good girlie,“ he murmured after a little while. „I must say that for you. It pains me when I punish you.“ Frankly, I doubtet that, but naturally didn't say so.
„Thank you, Sir,“ said Millie and I together.
„Now, as to today,“ he went on. „This morning you'll come back here but, of course, be available to anyone who wants you. Right?“
„Yes, Sir,“ we said.
Tariq put his leather pouch back on again and left the cell.
At first, I had hated serving on the patio. I mean, walking around stark naked in front of all those guests. Having to serve them. Letting them fondle you. Sticking a finger up your pussy or your rear. Horrible. The shame was almost unbearable. But now I've got used to it and I realise it is quite a cushy number.
Therew were more women on the patio than men when Millie and I got there. That is quite usual early on in the day. A lot of the male guests were probably still fucking themselves stupid.
Miss Grosse was not in attendance. Probably still comatose.
A pair of fingers snapped at me. The nails were bright red. I hurried over, feeling a number of eyes on my bouncing breasts. „Yes, Ma'am?“ I enquired obsequiously. The face was old enough and hard enough for that form of address. Though I've been slapped often enough for making a mistake about that.
„A large pernod, with lots of ice, slave,“ said the woman.
„At once, Ma'am.“ I hurried off. I felt male eyes on my bouncing buttock cheeks. What did it matter? Had I not, hundred of times, exposed myself in every possible fashion. There was certainly nothing private about my private parts any more. Once a slave-girl gets to accept that fully, her life becomes, in certain ways easier. I came back with the Pernod on a tray and placed the glass carefully on the table.
„Have you been fucked today, slave?“ asked the woman.
„No, Ma'am,“ I replied truthfully. I wasn't going to tell her I had given my Overseer a blow-job.
„Bad luck,“ she said, her mouth twisting derisively. „Can't wait for some of those Overseer's big cocks to get up you, I suppose?“
„That's right, ma'am,“ I agreed. When one is serving duty, one has quickly to get used to such insulting and provoking talks. It's all part of the patio duty.
„Did I not say LOTS of ice, girl?“ she suddenly asked sharply.
„Yes, Ma'am,“ I replied. Her glass was crammed with ice.
„This should be in a larger glass with more ice,“ she stated. I felt a little nervous. This sort of women was always dangerous.
„I beg pardon, Ma'am,“ I said. „I'll change it.“
„Do that...and quick!“ I hurried off. In under a minute I was back with a mountain of ice in a larger glass. She took it, saying nothing, taking a hefty swig. Then she opened a large handbag at her side and took out a two-thonged strap which had brass studs on its tips.
„I shall punish you for that piece of slackness,“ she said. „Bend over!“
Strictly speaking, geusts were not supposed to punish slaves without their Overseer's permission, but there was not much point in protesting. I reckonned it would only make matters worse. So I bent over, legs straight, touching toes. She didn't bother to stand up, for which I was thankful, for if she had done so, the strap would have had a longer sweep.
Whack!
It burned fierily and I couldn't help gasping. The cow! There was absolutely no reason for this. She was simply indulging herself.
Whack!
God...how those studs hurt! I gasped again, jerking up. „Keep bending, slave,“ she said, „or I'll send for an Overseer and have you properly thrashed.“
I bent, gripping my ankles. I hated this unknown woman just as I had hated Miss Gomez. Much good that did me.
Whack!
I stayed bending, absorbing the pain as best I could. The utter injustice of it was almost as cruel as the pain.
She gave me three more strokes, making six in all, then ordered me out of her sight. As I walked away, I sensed that there were even more male eyes on my bouncing bottom now that it was nicely reddened.
I went on serving guests for the next few hours, being groped and mauled in the process. One of the males, a gross looking American, asked my name...and said he was going to send for me later in the day.
Oh what a happy prospect!
Having completely my tour of duty on the patio, I lay on my hard bed again.
Millie was on the other side of the cell. Possibly, I told myself, that Yank would forget my name, perhaps he wouldn't send for me. Maybe he had got so drunk he had forgotten all about me.
One can always hope.
I dozed fitfully, perhaps for an hour or so. Then came the sound of the cell door being unlocked. Quickly I knelt erect as Miss Pohl entered, as po-faced as ever.
„You're wanted Tania,“ she said, a Mr. Hopheimer seems to have taken a fancy to you.“
My heart sank. That must be the same Yank. Submissively I remained kneeling while Miss Pohl fastened on my collar and then attached a chain. I was led out of the cell and away from the slave quarters to the building where the guests were housed. Up the stairs, a long carpeted corridors. Luxury. We came to a door and Miss Pohl knocked.
„come in...“
In we went and, at once, I was down on my knees at the end the guest's bed, my bottom raised hig, my thighs well splayed.
„Ah...thank you...Miss...“
„Miss Pohl.“
„Thank you, Miss Pohl. This is Tania then?“
„Yes, Mr. Hopheimer, this is Tania. I'll fetch her when you've finished with her.“
„Thank you, Miss Pohl.“ My collar was unlocked and fell to the floor. My Overseer left. Inwardly I trembled. One never knew how vilely one was going to be treated. There was a long silence and I could imagine him examining me in the wall mirror towards which my hindquarters were thrust.
„Mmmm...rather nice...come up un the bed, Tania,“ he said at last.
I came up, seeing him naked, white and paunchy. Fifty if he were a day. The kind of male I loathe. But I was going to have to please him just the same. His hands mauled me excessively, breats and bottom mainly.
„How old are you, Tania?“ he asked.
„s*******n, Master,“ I answered. He leered at me.
„And I'm fifty two,“ he stated. „Certainly old enough to be your father. I rather like that.“
He made me feel slightly sick but I managed to smile at him.
„So you are, Master,“ I said respectfully. This, you must understand, is how a slave-girl must behave with a guest. We are trained to it.
„Do you know what I am going to do to you, my pretty?“
„No, Master,“ I answered thrutfully.
„I am going to bum-fuck you,“ he said. I felt sicker than ever. Being fucked is bad enough, as far as I am concerned, being bum-fucked is worse.
„I am honoured, Master,“ I said in a voice little above a whisper. He smirked, licking his lips.
„Yes, I suppose you are,“ he said, grinning horribly. His fingers had begun to probe my anus. „Had plenty up her, have you?“
„No...not...not...a great d-deal, Master,“ I answered. Which was true. Most of the guests seemed to prefer to fuck me in the normal way.
„So...ahhh...so...you'll be quite tight...“
Yes...M-Master...I think so...“
„Well, I'll soon find out.“ Against my belly, as I lay half on top of him, I felt his cock stiffening. It did not seem to large...for which I was most thankful. He went on probing with a finger. I hated it...oh how I hated it. Yet, it was going to go worse. Far worse.
„Would my Master like me to use some ointment?“ I asked hopefully. That would ease matters.
„No, slave,“ he said, with a lop-sided lecherous smile of this. „'m just going to ram it into you. And I hope it hurts!“
Oh the bastard! The filthy, wicked bastard!
„I...I only wish to please my Master,“ I heard myself saying.
„Then, get your arse in the air...right now!“
I did so with no delay, but nevertheless crying insinde. What a hideous fate it is to be made a slave-girl! One has to obey and obey, no matter how revolting the demands. I want you to understand the full horror of this, if you can.
My flanks were seized. I could hear the b**st panting lustfully. Then I felt his hard prick-knob pressing against my anus. He pushed and pushed, grunting joyfully.
„Ooh...ahh...ooohhh...you little beauty...“
Then he was in me. Thrusting painfully. I cried out. I expect he liked that.
Then he was thrusting in and out savagely. Almost like madman. There was no finesse; no time, no would imagine, for enjoyment. It was quick ****, pure and simple. A frenzied ego trip. Luckily for me, it was all over in less than a minute. He was slumped down, still in me, but limp, groaning with satisfaction.
I had done my duty!
But, oh dear God, what a way to be used!
I lay there, feeling his paunchy nakedness crushing me. Would he want me again? I prayed that he would not. And my prayer was answered. After a little while he asked for my Overseer to come and take me away. Doubtless he hadn't got the stamina for another effort.
When my Overseer had taken me back to my cell and left, Millie came across and stroked my hair. Then she kissed me on the cheek. We are great friends in adversity. That helps a lot.
„Bad?“ she asked.
„I was bum-fucked,“ I answered, but it wasn't too bad.“ I explained what had happened. She sighed.
„But bum-fucking is always horrible, even if the time is short.“
„True,“ I said, „but it's better to be bum-fucked for one minute than ten minutes or more.“
„True,“ she said. Then she kissed me again. „Perhaps it is all over for today.“
„Perhaps...“, I agreed. We could only hope.
However, as it turned out, our hopes were to be dashed. About half an hour later, Millie was taken away by Miss Pohl, apparently to be used by some female guest. A little later, Tariq came for me...to please some male guest.
The man in question was very drunk and very revolting. He spent a lot of time mauling me and playing with me before he achieved an erection. Finally he took me brutally from the rear, slobbering horribly and snorting like a pig.
Tariq looked almost sympathetic as he took me back to my cell. He patted my bottom. „Perhaps you can rest now, little one,“ he said.
My bottom was still sore from the strap that wretched woman had laid across me but, all the same, I rested very well indeed.
Millie was still absent. I could only hope she was not having too bad a time.
The benison of the night passed all too swiftly. It seemed only an hour or two, not many hours, before the cell door was being unlocked and Tariq entering. He was smiling in his usual lustful way.
„Breakfast time again, Tania,“ he said as he approached me, as I knelt on my bunk. Off came his white leather restrainer.
In no time at all I had his big cock in my mouth and was sucking as if my life depended on it.
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