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Enslaved Chapter 2A short while later, Miss Judith appeared on the deck, carrying two iron collars and chains. She moved to Nadine first, who was slumped lifeless with the scrubbing brush still rammed in her mouth. Miss Judith made a perfunktory inspection of the deck, seemed satisfied, then locked the collar round the girl’s neck. She was pulled unceremoniously to her feet, where is stood swaying on rubbery limbs. Focussing his opera glasses, Quentin became aware of the extent of Nadine’s distress. Her pretty face was covered in suds, her ripe body was drenched wet with sweat; she staggered wildly as Miss Judith pulled her along, seemingly unconcerned at the state of her victim. They arrived at Petula who also had a collar locked on. She was also pulled up and stood weakly, clutching the ships rail. Quentin smiled faintly to himself. Probably weak from the solid fucking she had just received as much as from her toil, he thought. The naked figures made their stumbling way along the deck, one with her bottom well reddened.He heard Madame Vesta snap her fingers but, of course, Rebecca was not longer duty.„Where’s the slave?“ she asked Quentin.„Her Master, Mr Heine, took her away,“ replied Quentin.„Dr Heine,“ corrected Madame Vesta. She almost smiled. „Randy old bastard,“ she added. Then she flipped a switch on a miniature microphone attached to her corsage. „Send a slave up to the aft quarter deck, please Miss Kaufman.“In a remarkably short space of time, a naked figure appeared before them. At once she went to her knees and pressed her nose to the deck, hindquarters raised high. It seemed, Quentin thought, the obligatore posture when a slave presented herself. How young this one looked! Though the girl was well-shaped, she had the figure of a schoolgirl… a tightly rounded bottom and exceedingly firm breasts the size of cooking apples. Her straw-coloured hair was plaited in a single pony tail, held by a blue ribbon, which fell almost to her waist… around which was a gold chain.„Fetch me a bottle of chablis,“ ordered Madame Vesta, „and I am sure Mr Osman would like another bourbon.“ The young girl sprang quickly to her feet and disappeared to the drinks cabinet under the awning. It was now getting very hot and Madame Vesta switched on a punkah fan. The girl returned, placing the bottle and glasses on the table. She appeared nervous and was shivering a little, despite the heat. Quite understandable, being in the presence of Madame Vesta. „This is Kim,“ said the owner of the `Paradise´. „She is, at the moment, the youngest slave girl we have aboard. How old do you think she is, Mr Osman?“Quentin looked at the lithe figure standing submissively beside them, eyes a little downcast. „s*******n, maybe,“ he answered. A gold chain, despite being so young!„She’s six-teen,“ said Madame Vesta.„Really!“ Under normal circumstances, the girl would still have been at school. He gazed at the neat depilated mound. It looked very virginal, but, needless to say, this youngster would not be a virgin.„When are you s*******n, girl?“ asked Madame Vesta.„N-next week, Madame,“ came the answer. Madame Vesta turned to Quentin and her lips twitched in a partial smile. „So you’d better hurry up, Mr Osman, if you’d like to fuck a six-teen-year-old!“Quentin was almost shocked by this suggestion and found himself colouring slightly. He uttered a little guffaw. „Well, yes, I suppose so…“„Would you like to fuck her?“Quentin swallowed hard. His nerve ends were tingling again. The idea was incredible… and incredible exciting. „Er, yes… it… it would be a pleasure… “„Oh yes, it would be a pleasure alright. Kim may be young but, like all my slaves, she has been excessively well trained. I’ll have her brought to your cabin later in the day… after we have done a little tour of inspection.“„Thanks very much,“ said Quentin. He could still scarcely believe all this was happening. The young girl was dismissed by a peremptory nod from Madame Vesta. I wonder how the girl feels, said Quentin to himself, being given to a paunchy, middle-aged lecher like himself!Quentin sipped reflectively. This is the life, he thaught. I must remember to take another dose of the Elixir Madame Vesta had given him. He was permitted four doses a day and, aboard the `Paradise´, it seemed he was going to need them. The pink liquid, in a large medicine jar at the side of his bed, acted both as an aphrodisiac and a strengthener of virility. Quentin found himself getting partial erections with remarkable of virility. Well, with all the nubile nudity around, that wasn’t so surprising… but it was nice to know he was going to be able to do himself justice.At that moment, two figures appeared on the foredeck. One was a female Overseer, clad in a red leotard and red thigh-length boots and she was leading a naked slave girl on the customary collar and chain. Quenitn eyed the seductive swing of the girl’s hindquarters as she made her forward, nothing the silver chain.„What proportion of girls wear gold chains?“ enquired Quentin. He was beginning to feel more free and easy with the formidable Madame Vesta.„I would say it is about 60% Gold,“ came the reply.„Uh-hu… and where’s that girl going?“„She’s going to act as a figure-head on the prow,“ replied Madame Vesta casually.„Really?“„Yes… we always carry a figure-head, night and day and in all weathers. It’s all part of our disciplinary regime. The present girl acting out the role, will have been chained to the prow for eight hours.“„Good Lord,“ mumbled Quentin, quite startled. There seemed no limit to what could be done to these ravishing captives. How would Julia like acting as a naked figure-head, he wondered? Most demeaning!The pair disappeared down a companionway to the lower deck.The prow was just visible from where they sat and Quentin saw that a couple of members of the crew had gathered there. Doubtless engineers of duty. They were not, incidentally, permitted ever to leave the lower deck.The girl was led forward and stood listlessly whilst the Overseer busied herself with releasing the girl on the prow. Quentin watched the waiting girlcringing and shuddering as she was groped by the two crewmen. Breasts and buttocks were mauled; a hand went between her thights.„From time to time,“ said Madame Vesta easily, „a pillory is put up on the lower deck. Then, for an hour or so, crew member have the run on the girl placed in it. It is necessary they have some relief.“„Mmm… yes… of course… „ Quentin’s brain seemed to be throbbing at the very thought of such a bestial ordeal.The girl who had been on the prow now stood on the deck, looking relieved but fatigued. She wore a leather harness, wrist and ankle bands. These were now transferred to the girl who had just arrived. Then she was lowered over the side and chained in position, arms spread as if on a crucifix, legs splayed wide. Whilst this a taking place it was the girl who had just left the prow who was having to endure the obscene attentons of the crewmen. Then she was collared and chained and led back to the aft quarter deck, disappearing from their view. „A girl does a spell on the prow about every forenight,“ said osmaniye escort Madame vesta… and Quentin did a quick calculation.„So you’ve got some forty slave girls aboard,“ he said wondering.„Rather more than that. About fifty. Forty will be fully trained, ten or a dozen still undergoing training.“„Ah… I see…“ It was amazing to think of some fifty lovely young women all being held captive on this very ship. Being held captive… and SUFFERING. For that, Quentin now realised all too well, was what lay at the heart of this regime. These girls where paying dearly for past misdemeanours. As they should; and as his Julia would.Fingers snapped and more drinks were poured. I’d better start going easy on the booze or he’d feel sleeoy that afternoon, thought Quentin. And, gazing lecherously at Kim’s tightly-rounded bottom, he realised that would be a stupid thing to do.Quentin thought of the girl on the prow, now chained helpless and gazing despairingly out to sea. Eight hours of cruel discomfort lay ahead of her.Excusing himself, Quentin rose from his chair. „I think I’ll take a showe before luncheon,“ he said. Madame Vesta bowed her head in acknowledgement. No doubt at all, she told herself, I’ve got a new and eager client there!Under the shower, thinking of all he had withnessed that morning, Quentin soon found himself in rampant erection. He could not recall when he had felt so sexually powerful. It was like being a young man again. He was tempted to play with himself… then told himself that would be quite ridiculous, in view of all the other delights that lay ahead. He subdued himself under a cold shower and changed into fresh pants, shirt and slacks.Luncheon was light but delicious… iced melon, followed by cold salmon. Champagne was available, but Quentin, perhaps wisely, declined, Dr Heine, on the other hand, who had joined himself and Madame Vesta, quaffed back at least half a bottle. He looked smugly satisfied, giving Quentin several knowing winks. Doubtless, thought Quentin, he had only just finished having a fine old tumble with his flame-haired Rebecca and was feeling very full of himself. Good luck to him. His self-satisfaction, however, did not prevent him from fondling the buttock cheek of one of the two attendand slaves whenever she was serving him. These girls, be-ringed though nose, nipples, navel and clitoris, wore a tiny white apron and maid’s cap. The apron was so brief it only reached to the top of each depilated pubic mound. Rather sweet, though Quentin. He, too, fondled a buttock cheek which he was being served salmon. He felt the girl quiver infinitesimally but she did not recoil in the slightest. Discipline… discipline… that was what it was all about“After luncheon, liqueurs were offered but again refused by Quentin. Dr Heine drank a rather too large brandy.„I think I’ll have a doze,“ he announced. „I expect you need it,“ grinned Quentin. Dr Heine grinned back almost conspiratorially.„Perhaps you might like to come to my cabin at about three p.m., Mr Osman,“ suggested Madame Vesta. „Then we can take our tour.“ „I shall be delighted,“ said Quentin, rising politely as their hostess left the table. He looket at Dr heine. „Enjoy yourself?“ he enquired.„You bet,“ smiled Dr Heine. „I fucked her twice. The first time was a bit quick because I was over-excited but the second time I gave her a really good ramming. Was at her for a good quarter of an hour, I reckon. Made her come, too, and that’s a bit unusual with Rebecca… though I know she pretends sometime.“„I hope you haven’t got a heart condition,“ said Quentin.„No… no… I’m as strong as a horse. And this Elixir Madame provides is really first class stuff. Not only makes you randier than ever but gets you up hard and strong.“„I’m delighted to hear it…“„In fact,“ said the worthy doctor, „after I’ve had a doze, I’ll probably send for Rebecca again. Oh my god, what an arse that girl’s got on her!“„Not to mention those big tits.“„Quite… quite… “ Dr heine rose a little unsteady from the lucheon table and Quentin followed him out and made his way up to his cabin.At around three o’clock, Madame Vesta was awaiting Quentin’s arrival and they left her cabin at once. „I think,“ she said, „We’ll first take a look at some of the Training Rooms.“„Fine by me,“ said Quentin, who was glowing with anticipation.„You will release, Mr Osman, that all the girls you will see first are rather recent arrivals aboard. Some will have been here for just a couple of weeks, others perhaps two months. On average, we reckon it takes some three months to get a slave fully trained. It deepends on the individual. Some are more pliant than others; some more stubborn. Would you say your Julia is stubborn?“„Very,“ replied Quentin.„Then that is unfortunate for her,“ said Madame Vesta. They made their way below decks where there was air-conditioning. The engines could be heard humming very faintly. Along a carpeted corridor, then a right turn, and they were on bare boards. Stretching into the distance were twelve iron doors, six on one side, six on the other. In each door was a small, sliding grille. Madame Vesta peered into the first room then closed the grille. „In use,“ she said. „Basic training by the look of it.“ She unlocked the door and went in, closely followed by Quentin.„Don’t let me interrupt, Miss Lara,“ said Madame Vesta, „I am just showing a guest around. Please carry on.“„Thank you, Madame,“ said this Miss Lara. Quentin thought she was one of the most seductive and sexy women he had ever seen. Her skin was light coffee-coloured and she had a superb figure. It could have been termed perfectly formed, and she had long limbs which were encased in white, thigh-length boots with exceedingly high heels. These added to her height, making her a little over six feet tall. niğde escort The switch was designed to sting painfully… to encourage, might say, rather than to punish.„Now, Melanie,“ said Miss Lara, „what are you doing? Let us hear loudly… a visiting gentleman is watching and listening.“Two harsh sobs burst from the kneeling figure; her bottom flinched as the switch continued to saw lightly. „I… mmmf… I… mmmfff… mmmfff… am… am… sh-showing… my… mmmfff… mmfff… c-cunt… to m-my… Master… „ came the choking answer.„That’s right, Melanie,“ said Miss Lara, in an almost friendly tone, „that is what you are doing. Though it has taken some time to persuade you.“ Miss Lara turned a dazzling, broad-mouthed smile upon Madame Vesta and Quentin. What superb theet! „And you are showing your Master your cunt because it is something you no longer possess. Correct?“ „Urrff… uuuugghhhh… y-yes… M-M-Miss… „„That treasured little possession which you used to guard so modestly, is now available to all and sundry to inspect. And, in due time, to use.“„NO… OOOOh… NOOO… OOOO… stopppp… this… I CAN’T B-BEAR IT!“ The girl’s head was up; Quentin saw her utterly distraught features.„What is your nose doing off the floor, slave?“ rasped Miss Lara. She nodded to Khalid, who bent, seized the girl’s arms, twisted them up behind her back, then thrust her head between his thighs, clamping them tight. Melanie was shrieking and struggling wildly. But uselessly. The powerful Khalid was able to handle her like a small c***d. Pulling on her arms, forcing them higher, Melanie had to raise her hindquarters up. The girl was twisting left and right, shrieking even louder. It was an amazing sight. Indeed, a delightful sight, thought Quentin.I think this one’s been under training for only about ten days,“ said Madame Vesta.„f******n actually, Madame,“ said Miss Lara. „She had an overweening sense of modesty, which I am in the process of eradicating. She seems to think her cunt is something special.“Madame Vesta clicked her tongue and watched as Miss Lara’s slim switch whistled and bit into the writhing flesh. Another thin weal joined the criss-crossing tracery.„You do not lift your nose off the floor, slave, until I tell you to do so,“ rapped out Miss Lara.Sswwwiiiii… iiipppppttt! The switch bit again. My God, how that girl struggled and writhed! She seemed half demented.„You do not lower your backside, until I tell you so…“„Sswwwiiiii… iiippppppp!Gasping cries of pain; a convulsive squirming of the tormented bottom. „They are always more sensitive at the start of training,“ remarked Madame Vesta.„Mmm… yes… so I would image,“ nodded Quentin.„You do not give me orders,“ Miss Lara was saying.Ssswwwwiiiii… iiiipppptttttt!„You do not speak, slave, unless you are asked a question…“Sssswwwiiiii… iiiippppptttt!„Get that into your head… once and for all…“Sswwwiiiii… iiiipppppttttt!Miss Lara signed to Khalid to release the sobbing, whimpering Melanie. The girl slumped to the floorand clasped her hands to her lacerated buttocks. Of course, compared with the weals and the pain which would have resulted from the application of a real cane, these lacerations were modest indeed. Yet, to the inexperienced Melanie, they were the most awful torment imaginable.„Show your Master your cunt, Melanie,“ ordered Miss Lara relentlessly. For a few moments, the girl lay on the floor sobbing heart-brokenly. Then the switch sawed her buttocks again and, whinnying with dread, she forced herself into a kneeling position, hindquarters towards Khalid, and thrust her rump up high. Her thighs parted. Melanie’s whole body shook at the effort of will this piece of humiliation cost her. Quentin was beginning to understand how terror… and terror of pain… ruled aboard the `Paradise´.„Right,“ said Miss Lara, „you are now showing your cunt again to your Master, slave, because, as we have already discussed it does not belong to you any more. This hypothesis you still do not seem too ready to accept. Still, it is a fact. Does your cunt belong to you, Melanie?“„U-Urrfff… mmfff… n-n-no… Miss…“ whimpered Melanie. She was at a stage where she would have said virtually anything in order to avoid further pain. „Now,“ continued Miss Lara, „I repeat, your cunt is, at the moment, available for all and sundry to inspect. Later it will be used. Is that quite clear, slave?“„Uuuuuuurrrrr…“ Melanie’s groan was long and plaintive. She was in a world of horror, one in which, moment by moment, she sank even deeper. „Y-yes… uuuuuurrrrrr… yes M-Miss…“„Good… good… „ said Miss Lara complacently. „So long as you understand that.“ Still the long switch continued to saw menacingly. Melanie’s nates kept contracting with dread. „Right,“ now my girl, you will kneel and face your Master.“Melanie, heaving with her sobs, forced herself up and turned. She had come to the conclusion that she had died and was in a private Hell, even though Miss Lara had tried to persuade her from this absurd notion. `You are alive and now consigned to a life of servitude,´ she informed her.Quentin noticed that, as the girl knelt erect, she automatically clasped her hands behind her neck. Something she had learnt in training, obviously. Her fulsome breasts were thus raised higher. She wore no slave rings and Quentin rightly presumed she had not yet been pierced. That normally happened after the fourth week of training.„Khalid,“ said Miss Lara, „would you like to have a feel of those nice young tits?“„Yes, indeed,“ answered the Turk taking a step forward. It reminded Quentin of how he had fondled Rebecca’s breasts that morning at Dr Heine’s invitation. Melanie, however, reacted differently. Instead of submitting, as rebecca had done… indeed, proffering herself more invitingly… Melanie cringed away as Khalid’s hands fell upon her and began to squeeze. She twisted from side to side in protest.„NO… NOOOOOO… DON’T OOOOOHHHHHHHH… DON’T!“ the girl cried out.Miss lara shook her head almost sorrowfully. „I warned you what would happen if you did that again, slave,“ she said. Then she nodded to Khalid… and the Turk once more gripped Melanie’s arms, turning her around so that she had her back to his thighs and was facing Miss Lara. „NO… NOOOOOO… YOU CAN’T… NOOOOOOOOOO!“ screeching the terrified girl.„Oh yes, I can,“ said Miss Lara, smiling sadistically. Then she slashed her switch twice across the juddering breast-flesh before her. Melanie’s head jerked back, her neck sinews strained as she screamed in pain. Two slim weals appeared over the wildly bouncing and swinging breasts. Melanie’s blue eyes were wide and wild, spouting with tears. „Now,“ said Miss Lara, coldly and calmly, „we will do that again. And next time you recoil from your Master, I shall lay four strokes across your boobs. Are you hearing me, Melanie? Do you understand? Believe me, I mean what I say.“ Melanie was nodding her head in agreement. It was the first time she had felt the switch across her tender breast-flesh… and she certainly didn’t want to feel it again. „Kneel before your Master again.“ edirne escort Melanie was released and, shuddering and sobbing resumed her former position, breasts thrusting prominently. With relish, Khalid seized them again, squeezing and mauling, also twisting the nipples.Melanie cried out again and again in horror but she did not recoil this time. She submitted. As she must.„Excellent,“ pronounced Miss Lara. „I really do think you are beginning to learn a little, slave. Always remember, Melanie, that what you once possessed, you no longer possess. You are simply a slave. Here to serve and please others. Do you understand?“Melanie nodded violently. She did not seem capable of speech. Khalid was still mauling her breasts at will.„Good… good… „ said Miss Lara soothingly. „Alright, that will do, Khalid.“The Turk’s hands came away. It must, reflected Quentin, be quite a pleasant job to be a Trainer aboard the `Paradise´. He wondered if he had fucked Petula yet… which would surely be one of the man’s duties.„Now, Melanie,“ said Miss Lara, taking the girl by her light brown locks and looking hard into her contorted features, „we are making a little progress. You have learnt the various obligatory slave postures. Even if reluctantly. Yiu have leanrt that you are always kept totally naked. You have learnt how to display your cunt invitingly to your Master. Or to any man who wants to see it, for that matter. And you have learnt that your breasts can be fondled by your Master whenever he wishes. Or, I say again, by any man who so desires. These are small steps towards servitude. Doubtless you have found them difficult. But steps have been made, nevertheless. The fact that your backside is so tender indicates how reluctant you have been to take those steps. Yet, I have to tell you, there are many more steps yet to be taken before you are a fully trained slave. A truly submissive one. It is up to you how much you suffer as you take those steps. But, I assure you, take them you will.“Melanie’s young face was quivering and twitching in disbelieving horror. At first she had been unable to understand how anything so hideous could be happening to her. That she must have gone out of her mind. But reality was steadily encroaching.It was actually happening to her!It was all true!Unbelievably true?She had been a*****ed and was being forced into the vilest form of slavery!„We will now proceed a step further,“ said Miss Lara. „Melanie, kneel erect before your Master.“ Shoulders having with her emotions, Melanie did so. She wished she could be struck dead at that very moment. How could anything be worse than this monstrous ordeal? „Khalid, would you mind removing your pouch?“ asked Miss Lara.„Not at all,“ smiled the Turk. Then the white triangle of leather slipped away to reveal a long, meaty-looking penis. Almost as good as Ahmed’s thought Quentin. Melanie gasped in shocked horror and covered her face with her hands.Instantly, Miss Lara lashes her switch across the top of the girl’s buttocks.Once!Twice!„Hands away!“ bellowed Miss Lara. „Look at your Master’s cock!“ A third stroke fell before, squirming wildly, crying out, Melanie obeyed the order. Shaking with sobs, she looking upon the revolting male organ before her. Oh… oh… the obscenity of it all! She felt sick. Only the knowledge that, if she looked away, that deadly switch would fall, kept her gaze intent.„U-U-U-Urrr… urrrrr…. „ she groaned, breasts rising and falling fast, stomach quaking.„That’s a nice big cock, isn’t it, slave?“ enquired Miss Lara. Melanie could make no coherent answer… so that slashing switch fell yet again.„Isn’t it?“ demanded Miss Lara.„Uuuuuuuurrrr… uuuuurrr… no… oooooh… no… noooooooooo… „ cried the wretched Melanie.„You mean it isn’t a nice big cock, girl? Don’t be so absurd!“The switch fell again and Melanie twisted in torment down on to the floor. Yet Miss Lara pursued her relentlessly. Twice more the switch bit. „Kneel up… up… UP… I say!“ bellowed Miss Lara. „Look at your Master’s cock… come on… look at it… „Somehow, Melanie forced herself into an erect kneeling position. She simply could not stand any more pain. She had to do it. SHE HAD TO! Through a curtain of tears she looked upon the revolting, dangling organ.„Now, I ask you again, Melanie,“ said Miss Lara, slowly and carefully, „is that not a nice big cock?“„U-Urrrfff… ohhhh… uuurrrfff… u-urfff… yes… ssss… M-Miss… yes,“ sobbed Melanie.„Good,“ said Miss Lara. „I am glad you appreciate it. And, to show that appreciation, you will now kiss it.“ A piteous shriek of horror erupted from melanie. She twisted away, once more covering her face with her hands. „NO… NOOOOO… NNNNOOOOOOOOOO!“ she cried. „I CAN’T… I CAAAAANNNNN’TTTT!“Once again, Miss Lara smiled broadly at Madame Vesta and Quentin. „We’ll see about that, young lady,“ she said. „I think it’s about time to feel a REAL cane, not just this thickler!“ She signed to Khalid who, once more, pinioned the struggling girl’s neck between his thighs, pulling up her arms so that her bottom was conveniently presented. The tracery of thin weals was now considerably more pronoinced. Miss Lara, meanwhile had gone across the room to a cabinet and returned holding a supple willow cane which must have been twice the thickness of the whalebone switch. Quentin found himself hot with excitement. Miss Lara tapped Melanie’s bottom and the girl shrieked in dread.„For this display of outright disobedience, slave,“ she rasped, „you are going to get a taste of a real cane. It is going to hurt… but it is going to make you obey! Oh yes, believe me, it is!“With venomous force, Miss Lara lashed the cane down across Melanie’s projecting buttocks. There came a series of high-pitched intakes of breath before the girl screamed ear splittingly. It was a sound which said, such pain cannot be. Yet is. YET IS! A red-purple weal now encircled the squirming nates, outmatching those which already lay there.Again!Then again!Quentin had never imagined anyone could writhe quite so frantically. So violently, yet so impotently. There was no way the girl was going to escape. That knowlwdge filled Quentin with exquisite delight. No doubt, he thought, I am a true sadist.A fourth stroke fell. How many was she going to get?Theoretically, Quentin realised, there was no limit. Yet, practically, there had to be. If anything more was to be obtained from the shrieking girl. In fact, Miss Lara laid in two more strokes, making it six in all. It was the first time Melanie had felt a real cane… and she knew all about it. She was broken. Sobbing ceaselessly. Twisting about on the floor like a freshly-landed eel. The new weals were vivid indeed. Twin-tracked. Quentin imagined he could almost see them pulsating.Remorselessly, Miss Lara gripped Melanie by her hair again, pulling her up, putting her face down close.„Now, just listen to me, slave, if you disobey me again in this session, I shall give you the cane again. Not six strokes, slave, but twelve. Do you hear me? Twelve! Think about that, slave! Now, kneel up and face your Master.“The sob were unceasing. Awful sucking-groaning sounds. Sounds from a pit of utter despair. Yet, driven by terror of even greater pain, Melanie made herself kneel before the nude Turk.„Now… kiss that cock, slave,“ ordered Miss Lara. The cane just tapped; the nates clenched violently. Melanie bent forward and pressed her lips to the heavy, dangling organ.
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