Enslaved Chapter 8

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Enslaved Chapter 8On the following morning, Quentin had a lie in. He had had a late nicht playing Gin Rummy with Gustav Heine. He ordered coffee to be sent up and while he was drinking it the phone rang. It was Miss Judith.„Sorry to bother you again, Mr Osman,“ she said, „but I wonder if you could help me out again with Petula.“Quentin considered momentarily. Despite his exercisions with young Tessa, he felt fully rejuvenated. „Well… I don’t see why not… „„Thanks, Mr Osman… I’ll bring her up right away.“Thus was it, for the second morning running, the well-made young slave was presenting herself for Quentin’s attention. As before, Miss Judith stayed.„I’m afraid this is all rather a bit of a nuisance,“ the Overseer said, but I reaaly am trying hard to make sure this slave gets the full ration her Master ordered. Pity we haven’t got more guests at the moment.“Quentin smiled faintly. It was really rather bizarre to hear what he was about to do describet as `a bit of a nuisance´! At that moment, Petula was on her knees sucking him into erection. That done, as on the previous day, he ordered the girl to kneel at the end of the bed, bottom well presented.„It’s not TOO much of a nuisance,“ said Quentin with a wink at Miss Judith.„I’m glad to hear it, Mr Osman,“ said the Overseer with a faint smile. Quentin had begun to fuck steadily but unhurriedly; the giel’s bottom was moving co-operatively with his thrusts. It was most pleasing. Miss Judith’s warning about a really good caning for any `lazing´ had obviously worked.„I understand you’re going to have Melissa as your personal slave for the rest of xour stay,“ said Miss Judith.„That’s right… „ Quentin was gliding rhythmically in and out. It was just a little strange to be chatting at the same time. But then, there were many strange things aboard the `Paradise´. He felt no embarrassment. He wondered, however, what Petula thought about being fucked in such an off-hand manner. Not too flattering!„I should think she’ll be more enjoyable than this scrubber here,“ said Miss Judith.„Yes… I’m sure she will,“ replied Quentin. In and out… in and out… in and out… in and out. The bottom was beginning to wriggle nicely. Encouragingly, one might say.„Is she behaving herself?“„Not too bad… not too bad at all,“ answered Quentin, who was beginning to breath slightly faster. In fact, he was enjoying a most satisfying fuck. An excellent way to start what looked like being a most delightful day.„I believe she’ll be brought up to you this afternoon some time… „„Th-Thanks… yes… mmmmm… thanks… „ Quentin was beginning to pant a little. He wished that it could have been possible not so show his steadily mounting lust. But there was no way out. It would have been nice to be quite cool and controlled right up to… and including… his climax. But, as it was, Petula was beginning to feel very good indeed.Miss Judith sardonically regarded the puffy face getting steadily heavier with lust; saw the parted, wet lips; heard the breathless gasps of pleasure. You randy old goat, she said zo herself, not point in trying to pretend you aren’t enjoy it. I KNOW! Being a lesbian, she watched dispassionately… and with some disgust… as Quentin rutted faster and faster to a quick-jerking climax, before slumping down, moaning softly.„Thank you, Mr Osman,“ she said, after a few moments. „That… that’s OK, Miss Judith…“ said Quentin rather breathlessly. „A… a pleasure to help you out…“„It’s nice to know you enjoyed it,“ smiled Miss Judith.„Yes… yes… I did… quite,“ said Quentin. He withdrew from Petula, stood up and put on his towelling robe. „If tomorrow…“ he began.„Oh great, Mr Osman,“ said Miss Judith. „I’ll bring her up here again. Melissa will be able to watch you in action… rather than feel you in action!“Quentin had, in fact, forgotten that Melissa kırıkkale escort would be there. But, then, what did that matter? Miss Judith fastened on Petula’s collar and led her out of the cabin. The girl, pale-faced and trembling a little, did not even look at him.I might as well have been servicing an a****l, he thought.In the afternoon, Quentin chatted with Gustav Heine, swam in the pool, then returned to his cabin. There he lay down and, having taken another dose of the Elixir, contemplated the past and the future.Young Kim… Petula… big-titted Tessa. All delicious in their own way.And Melissa still to come…There came a knock on the floor.„Enter,“ called Quentin.In came the beautiful, dusky Miss Lara, leading Melissa on a collar and chain. Two beautiful women. One clothed in a clinging white leotard and high-heeled boots, completely dominant, the other totally naked and utterly helpless. A superb contrast in life styles. „Good afternoon Mr Osman,“ smiled Mis Lara, „I have brought you Melissa.“Quentin’s nerve ends twitched. What a superb body this auburn-haired Melissa had. Magnificently shaped, firm and fulsome, yet not by any means overblown. It was as superb a body as that of Miss Lara. Yet one was fully available to him, the other not. „Thank you, Miss Lara,“ said Quentin, not rising from his chair. He noted that Melissa wore no slave rings.„Kindly take off her collar.“ Miss Lara did so and Melissa sank submissively to her knees. Her face was a pale mask of dread and despair… yet, impossible to believe almost, there was an element of pride in her features. She kept her chin defiantly high and looked straight ahead. How unfortunate for such as her, reflected Quentin, that they had such prideand stubbornness. They suffered far, far more as, step by step, they were brought to the basest servitude.Better, surely, to submit fully, sooner?If one could, of course.„I have not put any rings on her,“ said Miss Lara, „but you may, of course, do so, if you wish.“ Miss Lara handed Quentin a small, leather-covered box.„Thank you,“ said Quentin gravely. „I’ll think about it. How so they work?“„Simple,“ said Miss Lara. She took out a ring from the box and snapped it open. „You pull it apart like that, slip the ends of the rings through the pierced hole, then snapped it back again, shut.“„I see,“ said Quentin, who could not take his eyes off Melissa. His new possesssion. Outwardly she appeared calm, but he could sense the incredible tension with her.„Show your Master your bottom,“ ordered Miss Lara.Melissa swivelled round and adopted the now familiar posture. So abject, so immodest, so delightful. There was not a mark on Melissa’s flesh. It was smooth and creamy, silk-like. Quentin gazed at the pouting, pink cunt-lips presented to him and felt a throb of lust. His!„I’ll have her in that corner,“ said Quentin, pointing. Same posture.“„Move, girl,“ snapped Miss Lara… and Melissa crawled to the corner of the cabin which was to the left of the end of Quentin’s bed. Down went her head, up came her hindquarters, thigh splaying. As Miss Lara smiled at him, Quentin wondered how she would look in such a immodest pose. Equally delightful, he was sure. Then he dismissed the idea. „Is there anything further you require, Mr Osman?“ asked the dusky beauty.„As a matter of fact, there is,“ replied Quentin. He went to the drawer and took out the slim cane that lay there. „I’m not at all satisfied with this cane, I’d like one like I saw you using on Melanie the other day.“Miss lara took the cane and flexed it.„I’m not surprised you’re not satisfied, Mr Osman,“ she said. §This is just a thickler.“ All the same, Quentin recalled how it had made Tessa squirm.„I’ll get you something meatier… and more suitable for this splendid arse you now possess.“„Thanks, Miss Lara,“ Melissa would not be at all pleased at kırıkkale escort bayan that news! „Also, I’d like a good-sized dildo.“„That I’ll also bring you…“„Finally, Miss Lara, please get a slave to bring me up a bottle of brandy, some ice ans some soda.“„Certainly, Mr Osman.“ Miss lara smiled as she left. Still in his towelling robe, Quentin lay down on the bedand gazed happily at Melissa’s delicious wares.„While you are my slave,“ he said, „you will always tell the truth. I won’t be upset by it, nut I will be if you don’t. Understood, Melissa?“„Yes, Master,“ answered Melissa in a low voice.„I may as well tell you how much I enjoyed whipping you… and I would enjoy doing so again,“ continued Quentin. „Do you still think I’m a b**st?“There was a momentary pause. „Yes, Master,“ came the answer.Quentin smiled.„Good… because I am, I’m glad you told the truth. But, this time, you won’t have to wear the Head Cage.“A serving slave entered and put down a tray with a bottle of brandy on it.„Pour,“ ordered Quentin. „Half a tumbler, iced, and top up with soda.“ The naked slave did so, curtsied and withdrew. Quentin took a strong swig, feeling the warmth of the spirit. He was going to enjoy getting rather drunk while he played around with Melissa.Then Miss Lara returned. She had with her a cane of about twice the thickness of the one in the drawer and a surprisingly large dildo. She swished the cane which whistled shrilly. It was obviously very whippy. Excellent! Quentin saw Melissa’s nates give little twitches at the sound. Then Miss Lara switched on the vibrator and the dildo buzzed loudly, juddering powerfully in her hand. Quentin took the two items and turned off the vibrator. „Thanks,“ he said, „that’s fine.“„Have fun,“ said Miss Lara, smiling broadly. Then she withdrew, and tapped Melissa’s thrusting bottom with the cane.„Slave,“ he said, „I am going to give you six strokes with this. Just to impress on you that I am truly your Master. Also, because I shall enjoy doing so. You will be aware of that, of course?“„Yes, Master,“ answered the girl who was quivering a lttle but keeping her bottom well thrust up.Quentin felt his lust surging. How marvellous to be able to torment this lovely creature just how and when he liked! He flowed deep inside. Could anything in the world be more exciting? Apart, perhaps, from fucking her.How silkily soft ans smooth that skin was as he sawed the supple rod across it. As yet unmarked. The nates twitched again with anticipatory dread.Then Quentin raised the cane high and lashed it down across the very centre of the girl’s bottom. The cane sprang back, to leave a vvid twin-tracked weal. Melissa’s auburn head jerked up and back as a gasping-cry of pain was wrung from her. Her bottom writhed left and right, juddering up and down as it did so. A quite fascinating sight!„Did that hurt, slave?“ enqired Quentin, rather unnecessarily.„Uuuurfff… y-yes… Master…“„Good,“ said Quentin thickly. „And don’t forget, girl, you’ll get plenty of this if you don’t please me to the very utmost of your ability.“He gave her the still juddering bottom another full-blooded cut, a little lower down. Anothewr gasping cry from Melissa… another series of convulsive squirms. Yet still she thrust her bottom high. Well trained and experienced, thought Quentin. A third stroke whiplashed down, this time falling a little above the first weal he had raised.„Ooooww… OOOOWWWW… AAAHHH!“ came Melissa’s despairing cry of pain. „M-Mercy… Master… oh pleaseh-have mercy… I… will s-serve you utterly…“Quentin grinned sadistically. It was good to hear this once-proud beauty pleading.„Don’t like getting the cane, eh, my girl?“„N-No… aaahhh… no… M-Master…„Quentin strolled across and finished off his brandy.„Pity,“ he said, „since there are three more strokes still to come.“Melissa escort kırıkkale moaned as her nose went down to the floor again. Sssswweee… cccrrraacccckkk!Lower down again. Oh how beautifully she squirmed! How piteously she cried out! It was a exciting as whipping her. Perhaps even more so now that he had her all to himself.„How many to come, slave?“ „T-Two… Master…“„That’s right, slave… but I want your bottom higher.“ Up it came, twitching and quaking with dread. How glad Quentin was that he’d got a REAL cane to lay on with.Ssssswwweeee… cccrrraacccckkkk!„Aaaiiieeee… aaaahhhhhh…„ Experineced as she was, Melissa could not withstand the biting agony of a rod like that laid on with full force. She writhed right down to the floor before forcing herself to resume her upthrust posture for the last stroke.Quentin brought it down at the very lowest part of the buttocks, just where they joined the thighs.Sssswwweee… ccccrrraaaaccckkk!Melissa shrieked, twisting and kicking wildly. Her hands came back and clasped urgently to the bright, fresh raised weals. „Hands away… bottom back up,“ ordered Quentin at once.Instantly, the hands were withdrawn; instantly the bottom came up again. Quentin smiled. It was nice to get such immediate obedience. He poured himself another stiff brandy and splashed in soda. My God, this was the life, he said to himself as he drank deep, eyes on Melissa’s quivering bottom.„Do you now feel more like my personal slave, girl?“ he demanded. „Yes… Master… oh yes… „„Good… good… nowI’ve got a little treat for you, Melissa. Well, actually, it’s not all that little, as you’ll soon feel. I’m going to stick a nice vibrating dildo up your cunt… so as to warm you up ready for the first fucking you’re going to get from me. Do you like the idea of that?“„N-No… ooo… oooh… noooo… Master… „ The truth again. Quentin smiled happily. Then he bent and ran the knob of the dildo up and down Melissa_s sex-lips, parting them easily. He was grinning lecherously as he thrust the big, mock-penis in. He thrust steadilybut surely until the whole of the length was in.Melissa uttered an ululating, wailing cry and shuddered uncontrollably. „There,“ he said, „nice and big, eh?“„Ahhhh… yes it… is… b-big… „ moaned Melissa.„Stretches you, eh?“„Y-Yes… ohhh…yes… Master… „ Quentin turned the cog at the end of the dildo and it began to buzz and judder quite violently.„Keep your bottom well up all the time,“ said Quentin, going back to lie on his bed. „That’ll soon get you hot, my girl!“More brandy. That, as well as the sight of Melissa’s quivering bottom, was making him burn with the fiercest desire. Soon he would be fucking her… but he wanted her really juicy first. Quentin took off his robe and lay there naked, already rigidly rampant. He couldn’t recall when he had felt a greater urgency for a fuck. He knew it could’t be a long one but that didn’t matter. There were plenty more awaiting him. He heard Melissa breathing faste; saw her bottom quivering faster.„Coming, are you?“ asked Quentin.„N-Nearly… ahhh… n-nearly… Master…“„Tell me when…“Melissa began to pant. Then her bottom began to judder back and forth. Little gagging cries came out.„N-Now… eeeehhh…. aaahhh… NOW… NOOOOWWWWW… Master…“Quentin grinnes lecherously. It was a lovely spectacle. The vibrator buzzed on. I’ll get her come again, he thought. It won’t take long. In fact, it was about three minutes before melissa was squealing again. Quentin slid off the bed and walked across the room, his solid prick swinging before him. He pulled out the dildo, now glistening with Melissa’s juices. „Make way for the real thing,“ he said in a voice taut with lust. Then he knelt, gripping melissa’s submissive hindquarters. His piggy eyes were bulging and gleaming.„H-Here it… comes… my beauty…“ he grunted.Then, with one convulsive lunge, he thrust in… right to the hilt… hearing a most satisfying, gasping-cry from melissa as he savoured to the full the liquid-hot, velvet-clinging succulence of her.Then he began to fuck her with an almost wild abandon.

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