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Chapter Four (Part Three)
PERSONAL NARRATIVE OF PATINA GOMEZ
After we left Training Room Number five, Jason and I parted. I went down to the Club Bar and had an ice-cold lager. Most refreshing. I gathered from what Voyasha had been saying that both of the cock-sucking girls were in for a caning that evening. It seemed that she had been far from satisfied over the amount of spunk that had been taken down the throat. The point is, a slave-girl does not withdraw when a man starts ejaculating - as is instinctive with novices – but must go on sucking and swallowing until the last drop has been emitted. Not easy, but that was what they were being taught to. The hard way.
Altrrough I had been well fucked by Jason that morning. I was still feeling quite randy. I thought I might have a coiple of girls sent up to my room to give me what i wanted. But later on. I glanced at my watch. It was six o´clock. Half an hour to go to the evening Punishment Session. I might pass the time by looking in on that. In due time, I went down there.
I tried to imagine what it must must be like for a woman to be led naked along that corridor, on a collar and chain, knowing she was being taken for punishment. It scarcely bore contemplating...yet I contemplated it all the same...and it thrilled me to the depths of my sadistic soul.
There was quite a little assembly by the time I arrived. Half a dozen guests in the semi-circle of comfortable chairs...four men and two women. Six slave-girls were chained to the right hand wall. One of them was gagged; all of them were weeping, some softly, some loudly. Some Overseers and Trainers were on the other side of the room, including Miss Juliette, Miss Kittie and the black Banjo. I looked again at the chained slaves and recognised a few faces. So Diana hadn´t escaped the caning she so much had been dreading, nor had Maria and Jennie who had been in Miss Kittie´s charge. At that moment. Miss Voyasha led in the two girls she had been training in cock-sucking that afternoon.
I sat down next to one of the women guests who smiled at me. „Most of them still under training,“ she said.
„It´s customary,“ I replied.
„Oh yes,“ she agreed.
Then the Chief Overseer, grim-faced Madame Grosse, entered and took her seat. The agitation amongst the waiting slaves intensified. My nerves tingled pleasantly. Madame Grosse was handed a list of the `offenders´ and studied it carefully.
„We´ll have Lorna up first,“ she said at last. A male Overseer led up the girl who was gagged. She was a mature, well-built woman about 25. „Talking back, was she, Karl?“
„Yes, madame,“ nodded the Overseer. „Mumbling, like. Throught I wouldn´t hear.“
„Nothing serious?“
„No, Madame. Just a simple matter of maintaining discipline.“
„Quite so. Put her over the block, please, Karl.“
The Overseer removed the collar and chain and the girl Lorna had her neck and wrists locked into the pillory end of the Block. Her hindquarters were uplifted high over the hump and her tighs secured so that her buttock-flesh was stretched as taut as possible. The customary way to set a caning.
„Twelve strokes of the number 2,“ announced Madame Grosse.
„Shall I take the gag out, Madame?“
„That won´t be necessary.“
Karl went and fetched the rod from its water tank; Number 2 is the medium weight rod. The helpless bottom quivered; the guests gazed silent and intent. This was a moment they all loved. A girl waiting to get it.
Karl took his stance, measuring his victim...and the thrashing began. Owing to the gag, Lorna could not actually cry out but fearsome, high-pitched sounds jetted from her nostrils as the willow bit at intervals of about five seconds. Kark caned hard and accurately, placing the stripes abaou half and inch apart, quite parallel, six from one side, six from the other. It was not exactly a severe punishment, especially for a trained slave, but is was most professionally administered.
Tears streaming down her cheeks, Lorna was led back to the wall and chained up again. At least, for her, it was over, even if her buttocks were smarting cruelly.
„Kirsten next“, said Madame Grosse. A female Overseer led out a buxom, big breasted blonde girl, one of those who was weeping loudly. I recognised her and knew she was Norwegian. I´d had her down between my tighs a couple of times, I recalled.
„Showing reluctance and recoiling while breasts being made use off,“ intoned Madame Grosse.
„An elderly male next to me murmured:“It´s quite true...she didn´t seem to like it one little bit.“ I looked at him. That was quite understandable. He was a hideous looking old lecher.
„That is correct, Madame,“ said the female Overseer. Madame Grosse regarded the weeping girl stonily.
„In that case, Kirsten, your breasts will now be caned.“ A despairing howl burst from the girl.
She was quickly seized by two male Overseers and led struggling to the Block. Her hands and neck were put into the pillory but, of course, she was facing upwards. There was no necessity to secure her lower limbs.
„Use a Number 1 cane, Miss Zia. Twelve strokes.“
„MERCCEEEEEEEE!“ shriek the terrified girl. I could well understand her terror. To have one´s breasts caned must be a truly agonising experience.
„I´LL NEVER DO IT AGAIN...NEVER!“ An admission of guilt!
„MERCEEEEEEEE!“ The big breasts were rolling from side to side in an absurd attempt to try and avoid what must come. Miss Zia approached and measured the soft, lush flesh. Then the slim cane was raised high and came whiplashing down. A vivid, bright-red, weal appeared over the milky-white flesh of both breasts...and the girl let out a terrible shriek of pain. The man on my right, who had initiated this devilish piece of cruelty, uttered a grunt of pleasure.
Miss Zia worked from the top of the wildly juddering breasts, downwards.
Strokes were well timed...at least ten seconds apart. Thus the girl could absorb to the full the pain of each stroke before the next lashed across her. The third stroke, which sliced into her nipples, produced the loudest and most piteous shriek of all.
„MERCEEE...MERCEEE...NO...MORE!“ screamed Kirsten.
Miss Zia continued to lay on relentlessly. Then, when she reached the lowest part of the breasts, she began to work her way back up again. The awful screams intensified and the rolling, bouncing and juddering of the breast flesh was quite an incredible sight. The aged lecher on my right was panting with excitement. Then, when the ninth stroke sliced once more into the nipples, Kirsten fainted. Frankly, I was surprised she had she had not done so before then. She was instantly revived and the cruel caning was completed.
„That´ll teach her...yes...yes...“ grunted the lecher as Kirsten, weeping uncontrollably, was led back and chained to the wall. „I´ll have her again...and, next time, she´ll use those big breasts real good.“ Doubtless the old bastard was correct but that didn´t make me like him any better.
„Diana next,“ said Madame Grosse.
A tearful Diana was led out by Miss Juliette and was shaking like a leaf. She, of course, was the girl Jason and I had seen earlier her posture...and trying very hard too. What had gone wrong?
„You have stated no offence, Miss Juliette,“ said Madame Grosse, „ simply a matter of discipline.“
„That is correct, Madame,“ said Miss Juliette. „Diana is improving daylie but, in my view the time has come when a final caning will bring her competely into line. May I suggested twelve strokes?“
„NO...OH...NO...HAVE MERCY...OOOH...I´VE TRIED SO HARD...“ wailed diana.
„Silence, girl!“ rasped Miss Juliette, smashing a palm across the girl´s contorted face.
„If you consider it will be beneficial, Miss Juliette. Diana will, of course, be caned. You are her Trainer and know best.“
„Thank you, Madame. I do think it will be beneficial.“ Diana burst into a torrent of sobs.
„Mmmmfff...uughhh...mmnfff...oh...I can´t st-stand any m-more!“ she cried out.
This incident, this little outburst, was obviously enjoyed by all watching guests, myself including. It often happened with newcomers and was perfectly understandable. As Miss Juliette had stated, the girl had been caned once, and more often, twice a day for almost two weeks. She knew all too well what the rod felt like and was in mental terror of it. She had, by dint of great effort, escaped a lunchtime caning so it seemed a little unjust that Miss Juliette should want her over the Block yet again. Still, as Madame Grosse had said, she doubtless knew best.
Shrieking wildly, Diana was placed in the pillory by two male Trainers. She had a most shapely young bottom which curved tautly when her tighs were secured. It was criss-crossed by a great number of thin streaks from Miss Juliette's switch. The cane weals, twin-tracked, would show far more prominently.
Miss Juliette fetched the rod from its tank and flexed it with obvious relish.
„We'll have some really good work from you tomorrow, Diana,“ she said, „otherwise, you'll get 24 like this.“
And with that, Miss Juliette launched into a fast and vigorous assoult on Diana's curving buttocks. The strokes fell at one second intervals, lashing diagonally across each buttock cheek in turn. Throughout Diana shrieked incessantly in torment. She could hardly stand as she was led back to the wall to be re-chained.
Next it was my good friend Kittie's turn. She had brought Maria and Jennie – whom we had watched ball kissing and licking – to the Punishment Room. She also brought the massive black Banjo, who she had told Maria would cane her, if need be. Now, it seemed it was going to happen. In fact, as it turned out, he caned both girls, each of two, at one time or another, had been working hard on his balls that afternoon. What had happened? Possibly mouths had been withdraw before an order was received. Kittie had warned them about that. I recalled her exact words. `I won't warn you again...just take plenty of skin off your backside.´
„Yes, Miss Kittie?“ asked Madame Grosse.
„Maria and Jennie both not obeying orders to the full whilst undergoing Training.“ saif Kittie. „I would like them both to be caned by Banjo, who is one of my assistants. May I suggest 18 strokes apiece, Madame?“ There were horrified gasps from both girls who, it will be remembered had already received 12 strokes at the midday session.
„If you think that appropriate, Miss Kittie.“
„Oh, I do...I do. They are approaching a critical point in their cock-training.“
„Very well then. Maria first.“
Maria seemed half paralysed with terror as she was placed over the Block.
She was quite unresisting and sobbing loudly, Banjo looked happily at the young bottom thrusting up at him as he ran his fingers along the rod. I recalled his words when Kittie has asked him if he liked caning young white girls. `Sure as Hell do, Miss´, he had said, grinning hugely. Now he was grinning again. He was quite nude, which was perfectly permissible for a male Trainer or Overseer. His big black cock dangled, swinging a little from side to side as he moved into position. I did not envy the girls who were soon going to be sucking that, morning and afternoon...until Kittie decided that their technique was perfect.
„Nine from each side, Banjo,“ said Kittie, squeezing Banjo's massive biceps, „and don't hold back.“
„Sure won't, Miss...“ grinned the Negro.
Then he swung into action.
The ferocity of the caning was exceptional. No one, I thought could possibly have laid on a rod harder than banjo was doing...nor with such evident enjoyment. After some half a dozen strokes, his cock was swelling and stiffening. This caused some amusement amongst the audience. The woman naxt to me clapped.
After a dozen strokes, Maria fainted. She was, of course, at once revived and received her full 18, feeling every single one of them. By the time, Jennie took her plce, Banjo was solidly hard, his massive organ swinging from side to side as he lashed the rod down with might and main.
„My God, what a caning,“ sighed the woman next to me. „I've never seen one better.“ I must say, I was inclined to agree. I was beginning to feel randier all the time and, without waiting for all eight girls to be dealt with, I made my way back to my quarters. Time for some personal fun and games. I picked up the house phone.
„Room service,“ said a voice.
„This is Miss Gomez,“ I said. „I want two slaves sent up to my quarters. Both young and pretty. Right?“
„Right away, Miss Gomez.“ The receiver clicked into silence.
I took off all my clothes and lay naked n the bed. I thought of the murderous canings I had watched...and which were still going on. I thought of what was going to be done to me and felt very happy and relaxed.
Bianca's Island was living up to its reputation.
Two enchanting young girls were brought to my room and then unshackled by the female Overseer. They went at once into the obligatory slave posture at the end of my bed. The Overseer withdrew.
„Kneel up“, I ordered. They did so at once, each placing her hands on top of her head. One was blonde, one brunette. I guess they were about 16 or 17. Both had lovely apple-round breasts. They were not ringed in any way, through, of course, both had nostrils, nipples and clitoris pierced. I could have had them ringed if I had wanted to, or I could have ringed them myself. But I was quite happy with them as they were.
„Names?“ I enquired.
„Millie,“ said the blonde.
„Tania,“ said the brunette.
They were both rather tense and I did not think they were very experienced.
That, somehow, was rather pleasing.
„How long since you finished training, Millie?“ I asked.
„A-About a month, Ma'am...maybe six weeks...“
„You call me Miss...“
„Yes, Miss.“
„And you, Tania?“
„The same, Miss. We were trained together.“
„That's nice,“ I said, smiling at them. „Now, my pretties,“ I went on, „I am a fair woman, I think. If you please me thoroughly, I shall give you a commendation. IF you do not, I shall have you punished.“
„Thank you, Miss,“ they said together. It was amusing to be thanked for such a statement. There were meek and mild, utterly submissive. Products of the system. One could see the necessity for the severity of Training.
„Now,“ I said, „I am about to tell you what you're going to do. Both of you are going to lick my asshole and my sex. Alternately. You're going to do it for just as long as I want. Until I am COMPLETELY satisfied. You're going to make me come and come and come. Do you get the picture?“
„Yes, Miss...“ they said together. Lips quivered; eyes were despairing. They knew what they were in for and obviously didn't like it at all. But was a slave likes or dislikes is neither here nor there. Their path is one of obedience and submission. Also of professional performance, which results from their meticolous Training.
I smiled. „Who,“ I asked,„would like to please my asshole first?“
There was a little pause. „Me, „said the blonde Millie, “me, Miss.“
„In that case, Millie,“ I said, „it is you who will be second. Sorry about that. Tania will deal with my asshole, Millie you will attend to my quim. Got it?“
„Yes, Miss,“ they answered submissively.
I turned over on the bed, placed two pillows under my torso and lay down with my hindquarters raised.
„Millie,“ I said, „come down here and get your mouth under my slit. Use a pillow if you want your face raised higher.“ Millie obeyed at once and, having used a pillow, I felt her mouth close to my sex. „Tania, come behind me. And don'd forget, girl, when you have licked me thoroughly, I want your tongue well into my asshole. Well in, you understand?“
„Yes, Miss,“ whispered Tania, who then came down behind me. I felt her nose and mouth between the widened cleft of my buttocks. Lovely. I thrilled with sexual pleasure.
„You may begin, slaves,“ I said, „and don't forget, I want the maximum degree of pleasure from you“
Both mouths pressed to me instantly. Millie licked my sex lips, Tania laved my cleft. It felt very nice. Mmmm...yes it did indeed!
The licking and laving became ever more intense. Already I was getting quite excited. Then these two expert girls really got down to it. Tania started probing her tongue into my asshole, which sent thrills up and down my spine and Millie began to tongue my clitoris. And soon, not only tongue it, but suck it as well.
I began to shudder and shake, lust mounting. This was divine. Also was the knowledge I could have them going on doing this for as long as I wanted. They worked with zealous fervour, each of them giving everything. They knew the penalties for not doing so.
After about five minutes, I mounted to my first climax. I aquirmed under their intense attention, squealing uninhibitedly with delight. It was pure Heaven!
>Then, knowing I had climaxed, they rested, with mouths still pressing, letting me rest too, for a minute or two. I did so, moaning softly, knowing I should soon be coming again. I wriggled my bottom to show them I was ready to go on...and they went at me again with full fervour.
I don't suppose, if you are a man, you will fully appreciate how delightful it is for a woman to have two young mouths attending her at the same time. The Tongue up your asshole...well into it...probing and probing...the other tongue, and the lips concentrating on your pulsating clitoris.
Marvellous.
Soon I became a shuddering jelly of desire again. Soon I was spending and spending and spending. Oh those lovely lips and tongues! Oh how good those girls were!
I sank down, quite satiated, letting tem rest for a while. I expect they were glad about that. All the same, slaked as I was, I knew I was going to go on and on. Perhaps I thought, I'll have them make me come six times. Even more. They really was no limit. It was something completely in my hands.
„Change positions,“ I ordered.
Swiftly, Tania's mouth came to my wet-warm slit. Equally swiftly, Millie's tongue was thrust excitingly into my anus.
„To work, girls...to work...“ I sighed.
And, believe me, those girls really worked.
I made them change positions twice more and I can't quite remember how many times I was brought to a climax. In the end, it seemed I was just having one mini-orgasm after another, finally collapsing in utter, happy exhaustion.
At some stage, much later, I awoke from a drowse, to realise their mouths were still pressing. Still ready if required. Oh what discipline!
But those mouths were not required any more.
I told them to get the Hell out and leave me in peace!
END OF CHAPTER FOUR
PERSONAL NARRATIVE OF PATINA GOMEZ
After we left Training Room Number five, Jason and I parted. I went down to the Club Bar and had an ice-cold lager. Most refreshing. I gathered from what Voyasha had been saying that both of the cock-sucking girls were in for a caning that evening. It seemed that she had been far from satisfied over the amount of spunk that had been taken down the throat. The point is, a slave-girl does not withdraw when a man starts ejaculating - as is instinctive with novices – but must go on sucking and swallowing until the last drop has been emitted. Not easy, but that was what they were being taught to. The hard way.
Altrrough I had been well fucked by Jason that morning. I was still feeling quite randy. I thought I might have a coiple of girls sent up to my room to give me what i wanted. But later on. I glanced at my watch. It was six o´clock. Half an hour to go to the evening Punishment Session. I might pass the time by looking in on that. In due time, I went down there.
I tried to imagine what it must must be like for a woman to be led naked along that corridor, on a collar and chain, knowing she was being taken for punishment. It scarcely bore contemplating...yet I contemplated it all the same...and it thrilled me to the depths of my sadistic soul.
There was quite a little assembly by the time I arrived. Half a dozen guests in the semi-circle of comfortable chairs...four men and two women. Six slave-girls were chained to the right hand wall. One of them was gagged; all of them were weeping, some softly, some loudly. Some Overseers and Trainers were on the other side of the room, including Miss Juliette, Miss Kittie and the black Banjo. I looked again at the chained slaves and recognised a few faces. So Diana hadn´t escaped the caning she so much had been dreading, nor had Maria and Jennie who had been in Miss Kittie´s charge. At that moment. Miss Voyasha led in the two girls she had been training in cock-sucking that afternoon.
I sat down next to one of the women guests who smiled at me. „Most of them still under training,“ she said.
„It´s customary,“ I replied.
„Oh yes,“ she agreed.
Then the Chief Overseer, grim-faced Madame Grosse, entered and took her seat. The agitation amongst the waiting slaves intensified. My nerves tingled pleasantly. Madame Grosse was handed a list of the `offenders´ and studied it carefully.
„We´ll have Lorna up first,“ she said at last. A male Overseer led up the girl who was gagged. She was a mature, well-built woman about 25. „Talking back, was she, Karl?“
„Yes, madame,“ nodded the Overseer. „Mumbling, like. Throught I wouldn´t hear.“
„Nothing serious?“
„No, Madame. Just a simple matter of maintaining discipline.“
„Quite so. Put her over the block, please, Karl.“
The Overseer removed the collar and chain and the girl Lorna had her neck and wrists locked into the pillory end of the Block. Her hindquarters were uplifted high over the hump and her tighs secured so that her buttock-flesh was stretched as taut as possible. The customary way to set a caning.
„Twelve strokes of the number 2,“ announced Madame Grosse.
„Shall I take the gag out, Madame?“
„That won´t be necessary.“
Karl went and fetched the rod from its water tank; Number 2 is the medium weight rod. The helpless bottom quivered; the guests gazed silent and intent. This was a moment they all loved. A girl waiting to get it.
Karl took his stance, measuring his victim...and the thrashing began. Owing to the gag, Lorna could not actually cry out but fearsome, high-pitched sounds jetted from her nostrils as the willow bit at intervals of about five seconds. Kark caned hard and accurately, placing the stripes abaou half and inch apart, quite parallel, six from one side, six from the other. It was not exactly a severe punishment, especially for a trained slave, but is was most professionally administered.
Tears streaming down her cheeks, Lorna was led back to the wall and chained up again. At least, for her, it was over, even if her buttocks were smarting cruelly.
„Kirsten next“, said Madame Grosse. A female Overseer led out a buxom, big breasted blonde girl, one of those who was weeping loudly. I recognised her and knew she was Norwegian. I´d had her down between my tighs a couple of times, I recalled.
„Showing reluctance and recoiling while breasts being made use off,“ intoned Madame Grosse.
„An elderly male next to me murmured:“It´s quite true...she didn´t seem to like it one little bit.“ I looked at him. That was quite understandable. He was a hideous looking old lecher.
„That is correct, Madame,“ said the female Overseer. Madame Grosse regarded the weeping girl stonily.
„In that case, Kirsten, your breasts will now be caned.“ A despairing howl burst from the girl.
She was quickly seized by two male Overseers and led struggling to the Block. Her hands and neck were put into the pillory but, of course, she was facing upwards. There was no necessity to secure her lower limbs.
„Use a Number 1 cane, Miss Zia. Twelve strokes.“
„MERCCEEEEEEEE!“ shriek the terrified girl. I could well understand her terror. To have one´s breasts caned must be a truly agonising experience.
„I´LL NEVER DO IT AGAIN...NEVER!“ An admission of guilt!
„MERCEEEEEEEE!“ The big breasts were rolling from side to side in an absurd attempt to try and avoid what must come. Miss Zia approached and measured the soft, lush flesh. Then the slim cane was raised high and came whiplashing down. A vivid, bright-red, weal appeared over the milky-white flesh of both breasts...and the girl let out a terrible shriek of pain. The man on my right, who had initiated this devilish piece of cruelty, uttered a grunt of pleasure.
Miss Zia worked from the top of the wildly juddering breasts, downwards.
Strokes were well timed...at least ten seconds apart. Thus the girl could absorb to the full the pain of each stroke before the next lashed across her. The third stroke, which sliced into her nipples, produced the loudest and most piteous shriek of all.
„MERCEEE...MERCEEE...NO...MORE!“ screamed Kirsten.
Miss Zia continued to lay on relentlessly. Then, when she reached the lowest part of the breasts, she began to work her way back up again. The awful screams intensified and the rolling, bouncing and juddering of the breast flesh was quite an incredible sight. The aged lecher on my right was panting with excitement. Then, when the ninth stroke sliced once more into the nipples, Kirsten fainted. Frankly, I was surprised she had she had not done so before then. She was instantly revived and the cruel caning was completed.
„That´ll teach her...yes...yes...“ grunted the lecher as Kirsten, weeping uncontrollably, was led back and chained to the wall. „I´ll have her again...and, next time, she´ll use those big breasts real good.“ Doubtless the old bastard was correct but that didn´t make me like him any better.
„Diana next,“ said Madame Grosse.
A tearful Diana was led out by Miss Juliette and was shaking like a leaf. She, of course, was the girl Jason and I had seen earlier her posture...and trying very hard too. What had gone wrong?
„You have stated no offence, Miss Juliette,“ said Madame Grosse, „ simply a matter of discipline.“
„That is correct, Madame,“ said Miss Juliette. „Diana is improving daylie but, in my view the time has come when a final caning will bring her competely into line. May I suggested twelve strokes?“
„NO...OH...NO...HAVE MERCY...OOOH...I´VE TRIED SO HARD...“ wailed diana.
„Silence, girl!“ rasped Miss Juliette, smashing a palm across the girl´s contorted face.
„If you consider it will be beneficial, Miss Juliette. Diana will, of course, be caned. You are her Trainer and know best.“
„Thank you, Madame. I do think it will be beneficial.“ Diana burst into a torrent of sobs.
„Mmmmfff...uughhh...mmnfff...oh...I can´t st-stand any m-more!“ she cried out.
This incident, this little outburst, was obviously enjoyed by all watching guests, myself including. It often happened with newcomers and was perfectly understandable. As Miss Juliette had stated, the girl had been caned once, and more often, twice a day for almost two weeks. She knew all too well what the rod felt like and was in mental terror of it. She had, by dint of great effort, escaped a lunchtime caning so it seemed a little unjust that Miss Juliette should want her over the Block yet again. Still, as Madame Grosse had said, she doubtless knew best.
Shrieking wildly, Diana was placed in the pillory by two male Trainers. She had a most shapely young bottom which curved tautly when her tighs were secured. It was criss-crossed by a great number of thin streaks from Miss Juliette's switch. The cane weals, twin-tracked, would show far more prominently.
Miss Juliette fetched the rod from its tank and flexed it with obvious relish.
„We'll have some really good work from you tomorrow, Diana,“ she said, „otherwise, you'll get 24 like this.“
And with that, Miss Juliette launched into a fast and vigorous assoult on Diana's curving buttocks. The strokes fell at one second intervals, lashing diagonally across each buttock cheek in turn. Throughout Diana shrieked incessantly in torment. She could hardly stand as she was led back to the wall to be re-chained.
Next it was my good friend Kittie's turn. She had brought Maria and Jennie – whom we had watched ball kissing and licking – to the Punishment Room. She also brought the massive black Banjo, who she had told Maria would cane her, if need be. Now, it seemed it was going to happen. In fact, as it turned out, he caned both girls, each of two, at one time or another, had been working hard on his balls that afternoon. What had happened? Possibly mouths had been withdraw before an order was received. Kittie had warned them about that. I recalled her exact words. `I won't warn you again...just take plenty of skin off your backside.´
„Yes, Miss Kittie?“ asked Madame Grosse.
„Maria and Jennie both not obeying orders to the full whilst undergoing Training.“ saif Kittie. „I would like them both to be caned by Banjo, who is one of my assistants. May I suggest 18 strokes apiece, Madame?“ There were horrified gasps from both girls who, it will be remembered had already received 12 strokes at the midday session.
„If you think that appropriate, Miss Kittie.“
„Oh, I do...I do. They are approaching a critical point in their cock-training.“
„Very well then. Maria first.“
Maria seemed half paralysed with terror as she was placed over the Block.
She was quite unresisting and sobbing loudly, Banjo looked happily at the young bottom thrusting up at him as he ran his fingers along the rod. I recalled his words when Kittie has asked him if he liked caning young white girls. `Sure as Hell do, Miss´, he had said, grinning hugely. Now he was grinning again. He was quite nude, which was perfectly permissible for a male Trainer or Overseer. His big black cock dangled, swinging a little from side to side as he moved into position. I did not envy the girls who were soon going to be sucking that, morning and afternoon...until Kittie decided that their technique was perfect.
„Nine from each side, Banjo,“ said Kittie, squeezing Banjo's massive biceps, „and don't hold back.“
„Sure won't, Miss...“ grinned the Negro.
Then he swung into action.
The ferocity of the caning was exceptional. No one, I thought could possibly have laid on a rod harder than banjo was doing...nor with such evident enjoyment. After some half a dozen strokes, his cock was swelling and stiffening. This caused some amusement amongst the audience. The woman naxt to me clapped.
After a dozen strokes, Maria fainted. She was, of course, at once revived and received her full 18, feeling every single one of them. By the time, Jennie took her plce, Banjo was solidly hard, his massive organ swinging from side to side as he lashed the rod down with might and main.
„My God, what a caning,“ sighed the woman next to me. „I've never seen one better.“ I must say, I was inclined to agree. I was beginning to feel randier all the time and, without waiting for all eight girls to be dealt with, I made my way back to my quarters. Time for some personal fun and games. I picked up the house phone.
„Room service,“ said a voice.
„This is Miss Gomez,“ I said. „I want two slaves sent up to my quarters. Both young and pretty. Right?“
„Right away, Miss Gomez.“ The receiver clicked into silence.
I took off all my clothes and lay naked n the bed. I thought of the murderous canings I had watched...and which were still going on. I thought of what was going to be done to me and felt very happy and relaxed.
Bianca's Island was living up to its reputation.
Two enchanting young girls were brought to my room and then unshackled by the female Overseer. They went at once into the obligatory slave posture at the end of my bed. The Overseer withdrew.
„Kneel up“, I ordered. They did so at once, each placing her hands on top of her head. One was blonde, one brunette. I guess they were about 16 or 17. Both had lovely apple-round breasts. They were not ringed in any way, through, of course, both had nostrils, nipples and clitoris pierced. I could have had them ringed if I had wanted to, or I could have ringed them myself. But I was quite happy with them as they were.
„Names?“ I enquired.
„Millie,“ said the blonde.
„Tania,“ said the brunette.
They were both rather tense and I did not think they were very experienced.
That, somehow, was rather pleasing.
„How long since you finished training, Millie?“ I asked.
„A-About a month, Ma'am...maybe six weeks...“
„You call me Miss...“
„Yes, Miss.“
„And you, Tania?“
„The same, Miss. We were trained together.“
„That's nice,“ I said, smiling at them. „Now, my pretties,“ I went on, „I am a fair woman, I think. If you please me thoroughly, I shall give you a commendation. IF you do not, I shall have you punished.“
„Thank you, Miss,“ they said together. It was amusing to be thanked for such a statement. There were meek and mild, utterly submissive. Products of the system. One could see the necessity for the severity of Training.
„Now,“ I said, „I am about to tell you what you're going to do. Both of you are going to lick my asshole and my sex. Alternately. You're going to do it for just as long as I want. Until I am COMPLETELY satisfied. You're going to make me come and come and come. Do you get the picture?“
„Yes, Miss...“ they said together. Lips quivered; eyes were despairing. They knew what they were in for and obviously didn't like it at all. But was a slave likes or dislikes is neither here nor there. Their path is one of obedience and submission. Also of professional performance, which results from their meticolous Training.
I smiled. „Who,“ I asked,„would like to please my asshole first?“
There was a little pause. „Me, „said the blonde Millie, “me, Miss.“
„In that case, Millie,“ I said, „it is you who will be second. Sorry about that. Tania will deal with my asshole, Millie you will attend to my quim. Got it?“
„Yes, Miss,“ they answered submissively.
I turned over on the bed, placed two pillows under my torso and lay down with my hindquarters raised.
„Millie,“ I said, „come down here and get your mouth under my slit. Use a pillow if you want your face raised higher.“ Millie obeyed at once and, having used a pillow, I felt her mouth close to my sex. „Tania, come behind me. And don'd forget, girl, when you have licked me thoroughly, I want your tongue well into my asshole. Well in, you understand?“
„Yes, Miss,“ whispered Tania, who then came down behind me. I felt her nose and mouth between the widened cleft of my buttocks. Lovely. I thrilled with sexual pleasure.
„You may begin, slaves,“ I said, „and don't forget, I want the maximum degree of pleasure from you“
Both mouths pressed to me instantly. Millie licked my sex lips, Tania laved my cleft. It felt very nice. Mmmm...yes it did indeed!
The licking and laving became ever more intense. Already I was getting quite excited. Then these two expert girls really got down to it. Tania started probing her tongue into my asshole, which sent thrills up and down my spine and Millie began to tongue my clitoris. And soon, not only tongue it, but suck it as well.
I began to shudder and shake, lust mounting. This was divine. Also was the knowledge I could have them going on doing this for as long as I wanted. They worked with zealous fervour, each of them giving everything. They knew the penalties for not doing so.
After about five minutes, I mounted to my first climax. I aquirmed under their intense attention, squealing uninhibitedly with delight. It was pure Heaven!
>Then, knowing I had climaxed, they rested, with mouths still pressing, letting me rest too, for a minute or two. I did so, moaning softly, knowing I should soon be coming again. I wriggled my bottom to show them I was ready to go on...and they went at me again with full fervour.
I don't suppose, if you are a man, you will fully appreciate how delightful it is for a woman to have two young mouths attending her at the same time. The Tongue up your asshole...well into it...probing and probing...the other tongue, and the lips concentrating on your pulsating clitoris.
Marvellous.
Soon I became a shuddering jelly of desire again. Soon I was spending and spending and spending. Oh those lovely lips and tongues! Oh how good those girls were!
I sank down, quite satiated, letting tem rest for a while. I expect they were glad about that. All the same, slaked as I was, I knew I was going to go on and on. Perhaps I thought, I'll have them make me come six times. Even more. They really was no limit. It was something completely in my hands.
„Change positions,“ I ordered.
Swiftly, Tania's mouth came to my wet-warm slit. Equally swiftly, Millie's tongue was thrust excitingly into my anus.
„To work, girls...to work...“ I sighed.
And, believe me, those girls really worked.
I made them change positions twice more and I can't quite remember how many times I was brought to a climax. In the end, it seemed I was just having one mini-orgasm after another, finally collapsing in utter, happy exhaustion.
At some stage, much later, I awoke from a drowse, to realise their mouths were still pressing. Still ready if required. Oh what discipline!
But those mouths were not required any more.
I told them to get the Hell out and leave me in peace!
END OF CHAPTER FOUR
Jeannie
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