Enslaved Chapter 51

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Enslaved Chapter 51“No more training for today,” said Melissa into the house phone. “Give them treatment. We’ll resume tomorrow.”“Very well, Ma’am,” answered Zelda, who had had the afternoon off but had been brought up to date on progress by Hans and Cassim.Melissa put down the receiver and, walking across the bedroom, gave the still-suspended Julia a push. The curving body swung helplessly to and fro. Melissa glanced at her watch. It was seven o’clock. Her slave had been up there for nearly three hours now… and must be feeling a shade uncomfortable! Still, there was no reason why she shouldn’t be made more uncomfortable.From a small drawer she took out three silver rings about an inch each in diameter. One she put through Julia’s nose, the others through her nipples. Julia remained silent. To speak at such a moment would certainly earn her a thrashing. But her blue-green eyes widened a little in dread.“I expect you would have liked to have been well fucked this afternoon, Julia,” said Melissa casually while she was putting on the rings.“Very much, Mistress,” replied Julia in a tight but surprisingly controlled voice.“Still, a slave’s life can’t be all pleasure,” said Melissa with a condescending smile, “she has to learn to do without. Isn’t that so?”“Yes, Mistress… ” Melissa had gone back to the drawer and now returned with a silver weight to which was attached three silver chains. It was a two and a half kilo weight – a little over five pounds.“And accept disciplines.” Melissa was fastening the ends of the chains to the rings.“Y-Yes… Mistress… ”Melissa suddenly dropped the weight and there came a whimpering cry from Julia.“Mmmmmm… that really does look rather pretty,” said Melissa, stepping back a little to admire her handiwork. “I must remember to show Quentin when he gets back.”She gave Julia’s arched body another push… then strolled slowly from the bedroom.The helplessly suspended girl remained silent, absorbing the added pain of the drag on her septum and nipples. After a little while, tears formed in her eyes and then dropped one by one to the carpet beneath.They made little black specks on the soft white pile.Quentin had, in fact, already returned when Melissa descended. He was sitting on the patio wearing white drill trousers and a pale blue shirt. He had caught the sun and looked very bronzed and fit.“My God, you look a different man these days,” said Melissa gaily as he rose to greet her.Quentin grinned happily. “Thanks to you,” he said. “You told me to slim… and I’ve lost two and a half stone – that’s in your crazy weights. It’s thirty five pounds in mine.”“Julia’s just gained five pounds,” said Melissa, grinning wickedly.“Oh… that’s surprising… ”“Not really!” She explained what she had just done and Quentin laughed no end.“I must go and take a look later,” he said. “But seriously… I not only look better, I feel better. More like thirty than fifty.”“That’s how you fuck, too,” smiled Melissa. Since Julia was temporarily ‘hors de combat’ she went and poured them some drinks. Two long Gin and Tonics. Then she sat down alongside Quentin.“Had a good day?” he asked.“Sure did,” replied Melissa. She gave a brief account of the morning training session and then told Quentin she had sent for two of Madame Boite’s ‘playboys’, as she called them.“Two?” Quentin raised his eyebrows. “A bit greedy!”“I’m young and sexy,” grinned Melissa. She really did look lovely, thought Quentin. That hair, those eyes, that mouth… and that lovely body partially outlined beneath the simple powder-pink dress she wore. It was edged with white lace and her sandal-shoes were white too. Most attractive.“You’re telling me!” grinned Quentin back. Don’t suppose you’ll be wanting a piece of your old man tonight then… ”“You never know,” said Melissa. She was looking enigmatic. “There’s always Julia if you’re pushed.”“Ah yes… there’s always Julia.”“And what kind of day did you have, my sweet?” Melissa sipped her drink slowly.“Very pleasant,” replied Quentin. “Though there wasn’t really enough wind for sailing. However, my dear, I have some news for you.”“Oh yes?” Melissa looked immediately interested. She crossed her lovely legs and pulled her skirt halfway up one thigh. Quentin gazed at the smooth skin with relish.“Yes… ” he said, concentrating his mind again. “You remember the other day you said I ought to get a personal slave if I wanted one.”“Uh-hu… ”“Well… I think I’ve found her.”“Really? Here… in France?”“That’s right.”“Well I never. What’s she like? Do tell me all about it, darling.”Quentin proceeded to do so… starting right from the beginning. Melissa’s dark eyes danced with eager interest and occasionally she gave a little clap of her hands as she interjected comments like ‘Marvellous’ and ‘Oh she sounds just the thing’.“Thirty, you said,” she remarked when Quentin had finished. “Rather old, don’t you think?”“She doesn’t look it,” replied Quentin. “In any event, I rather like the idea of having an older, maturer woman as my personal possession. Anyway, it’s not all that old. Only four years older than you, in fact.”“True… true,” nodded Melissa. “In which case, I think we can certainly say she is not old,” she added with a smile.“In any event, there’s plenty of young crumpet in the cellar, whenever I want it,” said Quentin with a lascivious grin.“True again. How are you going to bring it off? The old ‘lost at sea’ trick, I suppose.”“That’s the one. It seems a natural, in view of the amount of time she uses her cruiser. All alone, too. Couldn’t be easier really. Also, as she’s been widowed only six months, everyone will assume it’s suicide. I think I might even arrange a typed note on the deserted boat – to that effect.”“Sounds great.”“I reckon it!”“You won’t take any risks, will you?”“Of course not, darling. When it comes to this sort of planning, no one could be more meticulous.”“When’s it to be then?”“In a few days time.”“I see. illegal bahis Then I wish you all the luck.”“It doesn’t need luck. Just good planning.” Quentin extended his glass. “A re-fill please.”Melissa rose and gave a mock curtsey. “At once, Master,” she said with a smile.Quentin smiled back. It was indeed difficult, thought Quentin as he watched Melissa’s short pink skirt lilt away, to realise that Melissa had once been a slave. His slave. Those days seemed light years away.When Melissa returned with the drinks, he lightly ran his hand up the back of one of her thighs as she bent over his side-table. The back of his hand brushed against a pair of panties.“Who gave you permission to wear knickers, slave?” he asked gruffly.“You did, Master,” replied Melissa meekly, entering into the spirit of the game.“Oh did I?”“Yes, Master… ”“What colour are they?”“Same as my dress, Master… ”“Show me.”Melissa pulled up her skirt high to reveal a most fetchingly-brief pair of pink panties edged with white lace. Both of them roared with laughter as she dropped her skirt again. Melissa kissed Quentin fondly on the forehead.“You old bastard,” she said.“Wicked girl,” he replied. “You deserve me.”“Let’s go out to dinner,” said Melissa suddenly. “Lobster and champagne. I’d like that.”“Good idea! After all, we’ve got something to celebrate.”“Simone Gerard, you mean.”“That’s right.”“A bit premature… ”“No… no… the decision is made. That’s what we’re celebrating.”“If you say so, my sweet.”“I do!”“Brute… ”Arm in arm the couple made their way down the mimosa-lined steps which led to the four-car garage. Quentin chose the Mercedes.Up in the house, a silent figure continued to swing from the ceiling. There was nothing… absolutely nothing… Julia could do but wait, in muscle-burning torment, for the return of her Mistress.Melissa and Quentin were bubbling like the magnum of champagne they had had when they came back around midnight.It had been a lovely evening.For them.Julia, on the other hand, had fainted by the time they came to take a look at her. However, smelling salts soon brought her round… and she gazed with weary, reddened eyes upon the couple looking mockingly upon her.“Don’t you think that silver weight is pretty?” asked Melissa. “The whole arrangement, I mean?”“Very pretty,” answered Quentin.This was his Julia. His. He had brought her to this pass. He felt a glow of pleasure. “Take her down, will you Melissa. I may want to fuck her.”“Certainly, my dear… ”Unhurriedly, Melissa removed the weight, the chains, the rings. Then the cuffs which held Julia’s hands behind her back. Finally the two chains which hung from the hooks.Julia fell to the floor.She was senseless again.Melissa simply left her there. If Quentin wanted to fuck her, he would have to revive the girl himself.But she didn’t think he would want to.Because Melissa wanted Quentin to fuck her.With a slightly drunken grin, she began to remove her clothes.‘Operation a*****’ went very smoothly.Quentin took a small, motorised rubber dinghy with him when he next went sailing. He chose a day when there was a thickish sea-haze. Visibility was down to fifty yards at the most, though the mist would clear later. Fortunately, the mist did not stop Madame Gerard leaving harbour at her usual time.Quentin followed a little later.Two miles out to sea, where she had dropped anchor, Quentin drew to within a hundred yards of the motor cruiser and then launched his little craft. Slowly he putt-putted his way towards the vessel.“Ahoy there! Who’s that?”Quentin made no answer.“Mind how you go… ”Quentin grinned. He was alongside. With rubber-gloved hands, he pulled himself up and over the rail.“What the Hell are you doing? Who are you?”Indignation. Surprise. But no fear, it seemed. She was wearing that black bathing costume.“Get off my ship. This instant!”Arrogance. Anger. The voice of command. Had she recognised him yet, he wondered?“Excuse me, Madame… ”The little poisoned dart shot into Simone Gerard’s white bicep. In a few seconds… no more… she collapsed weakly to the deck.Down into the cabin. Leave the suicide note.Back to the senseless woman. Pick her up. Mmmm… she feels nice. Looks nice, too. Chuck her over the side.Splash!Now follow, quickly. Pull her into the dinghy.Then putt-putt back to the yacht. Too easy really. Everything arranged. The crate labelled ‘Additional Sails’. She fitted nicely into that. And that crate will fit nicely into his Land Rover.Off we go. Sailing smoothly back to the landing stage.Quentin got two harbour layabouts to carry the crate to his Land Rover and tipped them a few Francs each. Then he drove back to ‘Maison Juane’. Later that day Simone Gerard’s boat would be found drifting empty. The suicide note would confirm that she had taken a long swim into oblivion.In short, Simone Gerard had disappeared from the world.From that moment on, Quentin Osman could do whatever he like with her. Keep her as long as he wanted. And, if he ever got bored with her, he could dispose of her to Madame Vesta. Such a woman would always make useful material aboard the ‘Paradise’ or fetch a good price in some slave-market auction in the Middle East or South America.To say the least, Quentin was pleased with his discovery and the way he had carried out this little exercise in a*****ion. Why, he said to himself, if times get real hard, I can always get a job as an agent for Madame Vesta!Zelda was holding Maria by her dark hair. The girl was on her knees, her mouth only an inch or two away from Cassim’s dangling organ. He was seated in a chair, thigh splayed.“What is that, slave?”“M-My… Master’s… p-prick… Miss… ”“And what are you?”“I… I am… it’s s-slave, M-Miss… ”“Yes, girl, and what does that mean?”“I must serve the p-prick, Miss… ”“Yes?”“S-Suck it… when… whenever h-he wishes, Miss… ”“That’s right, slave. And be honoured that you are permitted to do so, yes?”“Y-Yes… illegal bahis siteleri sss… Miss… ”“Good… you’re learning, slave. Now kiss your Master’s balls. Lift his prick up in order to get at them.”As Maria obeyed the order without delay, Zelda looked across at Melissa, who was lounging in another chair not far away. She nodded… and Melissa nodded back.“Some improvement, eh?”“Yes, some… ” Melissa watched as Maria held Cassim’s half-flaccid organ erect and kissed him almost avidly. It would not have been possible to imagine Maria doing that a few days previously. That switch of hers was certainly a potent persuader!On the other side of Melissa, Heidi was sucking Hans. He lay relaxed on a couch, hands clasped behind his head. The young blonde girl knelt between his thighs, hindquarters thrust high. Like Maria, she was fast learning the obligatory postures a slave-girl had to adopt.“How is she doing?” asked Melissa.“Well, Ma’am,” answered Hans. “She’s coming on nicely.”Melissa turned back to Maria. “There,” she said, “you see, girl… your sister is learning how to suck her Master’s cock properly. Soon she will be enjoying it. Understood?”“Y-Yer… esss… Mistress… ” Maria was still kissing Cassim’s balls. “You, too, will learn to treat your Master’s cock properly. Now, you will take it in your mouth and suck it with loving care. What is more, you will keep it in your mouth until he spunks down your throat. You will keep it in all the time. Is that clear?”“Y-Y-Yes… M-Mistress… ”“You will keep sucking him while he’s spunking… and you will still be sucking him when he’s finished. Right?”“Y-Yes… Mistress… ”“If you do not,” said Melissa, “you will receive twenty strokes of my switch across your backside. Is that clearly understood?”“Y-Yer… ess… Mistress… ” replied Maria, shuddering convulsively. Oh she had to do it! She had to! Somehow she had to make herself!“Now take your Master’s prick in your mouth… and begin to such. Gently but firmly. Always remember, slave, it is an honour to serve him in this way.”Melissa watched as the girl took the thickly-rounded organ into her mouth. The look of revulsion was understandable… but she guessed, this time, the girl would go all the way.It would be a step forward.Hans begun to grunt. She turned to him. Heidi was still sucking assiduously.“May I… may I let… hhhaaahhh… let go, Ma’am?”Melissa waved a hand airily. “Sure… let her have it.”Lust filled Hans’ face. “Oohh… you little darling… suck… suck… that’s it… suck… suck… keep it up… ooooo… aaaahhh… lovely… lovely… k-keep… sucking… that’s it… aaaaahhhh… you’re going to g-get it… hhhaaahhhhh… oooooo… here… it comes… AAAHHHHHHHH… AAAAHHHHHHHHHHHH!”Hans’ haunches were jerking violently and, as a precaution, he kept a grip on the girl’s blonde hair. But it wasn’t really necessary. Heidi just sucked and sucked as he spurted… Sucked him dry.Hans lay back groaning. It had been good… very good. “Alright?” enquired Melissa, not even looking at him.“Yeh… ” sighed Hans, “She’s got it now, I reckon.”“Good,” said Melissa. “Good for her… ” Her eyes were fastened on Maria’s dark, bobbin head. Cassim was now fully rampant and grinning lustfully down.“How is she sucking?” asked Melissa.“Not bad, Ma’am… not bad at all… ”“Is she taking enough in?”“I guess she could take a little more… ”Melissa stood up and sawed her red leather switch across Maria’s buttocks. They flinched and clenched with dread.“You don’t want to feel this, girl, do you?” The dark head shook. “So take more in.”Maria did so, making little choking sounds.“And suck more strongly. Your Master wants to feel your mouth really pulling at him. Pulling his lust-juices up.”Maria sucked as hard as she could. To her, the organ felt huge, filling her mouth. The knob was so big and hard, right at the back of her throat.And soon… soon… Oh dear God, how could she endure it?It was so revolting!Maria’s stomach heaved with nausea.Yet, all the time, she could feel Melissa’s switch sawing gently. It pierced her with icy terror.She had to do it!She had to!All the way… all of it!She felt the trembling of the thighs on which her hands rested. She heard the gasps and grunts increasing.She must go on… she must!Then the organ in her mouth began to quiver. To jerk. It seemed to come alive.Suddenly, the liquid was jetting to the back of her throat.Fiercely… Maria tried to go on sucking. But the revulsion overcame her. The nausea hit her… It was impossible!Gagging, she reeled back. Then she was shrieking, twisting on the floor, hands over her face.Cassim, left to his own devices, spurted furiously into the air. A wry grin passed over his swarthy features. Ah well… the girl would learn before long. Up to that point, she’d done a good job. Now, as it was, the little fool had earned herself a good hiding.There was a look of fury on Melissa’s features.“You disobedient little bitch! By God… I’ll give it to you!”Maria was scrabbling on the floor, choking and moaning. She was like some mortally wounded a****l instinctively seeking some means of escaping. Looking, as it were, for some place to die.But there was to be no escape for Maria.“Hans… stir yourself… bring this wretch into the Punishment Room.”“Yes… Ma’am… ” Hans thrust Heidi off himself and went to Maria.“She’s going to get a lesson she won’t forget in a hurry. And she deserves it!”“Yes… Ma’am… ”“By God… she’ll learn to obey me!”“M-M-MERCEEEEEE… EEEEEEEEEE!”Hans had got hold of Maria’s hair and was hauling her along across the floor. She twisted and threshed like an eel, her pretty features distorted unrecognisably in terror.“NOOO… OOOOO… AAAAGGHHHHH… NO… OOOOOOOOOOOO!”The sounds were ear-splitting. Maria teetered on the verge of total hysteria. And would certainly have gone over the verge but for the stimulant injection she had received canlı bahis siteleri before this training session.“NOOO… OOOOOO… STOOO… OOPPPPP… OOOHHHHH… I… AAAAHHHHHH… I… DIDN’T MEAN IT… ”The door of the Punishment Room was flung open. Maria was dragged remorselessly in.“Put her over the Block, Hans. I want those buttocks as taut as drum-skins.”“Sure thing, Miss… ”Screeching, Maria was thumped down on to the rough wooden bench at the end of which was a short length of tree trunk. That uplifted her hindquarters most invitingly.First her wrists were fastened.“NOOOOO… OOOOOOOO… I BEG… YOU… MERCEEE… EEEEEE!”Then her thighs were pulled under the table, tautening her buttocks, widening her cleft. There, under the table her thighs were secured.“AAAAAGHHHHH… NOO… OOOOOO… MERCEEEE… EEEE… MERC… EEEEE… MERC… EEEEEEEEEE… ”Impassively, Melissa unlooped the switch from her belt.Impassively, she measured Maria’s upthrust bottom.Inside, she was bubbling with sadistic delight… Up went the switch… Down it whistled with all the force at her command… biting deep into Maria’s tender, girlish bottom.“I’ll teach you, you little bitch… ” she yelled above Maria’s awful howling shriek. “I’ll teach you… I’ll teach you!”Then, furiously, with only a second or so between each stroke, she began to thrash the girl quite mercilessly.Weal crossed weal. A blood-red tracery, rapidly multiplying as the lashing strokes descended unceasingly. Tigress-like, Melissa’s teeth were bared, her eyes blazed.The sounds coming from Maria’s gaping, slavering mouth were inhuman.It seemed that her throat must split.And above the cacophony of awful sound could be heard Melissa’s rasping voice.“You’ll learn!”Sssswwweee… cccrrraaaaccckkk!“You’ll learn not to cross me!”Sssswwweeee… cccrrraaaccckkk!On and on it went… Weal after weal… crossing… criss-crossing… ravaging the taut-curving buttocks.“That’s it… yell, bitch!”Ssswwweee… cccrrraaaccckkkk!“I’ll thrash you daily – if necessary!”Sssswwweee… cccrrraaaccckkkk!“But you’ll learn to obey me!”Sssswwweee… cccrrraccccckkkkkk!“To obey!”“To obey!”“To obey!”The final flurry of strokes was more than flesh and blood could stand. Maria’s voice cracked. Only hissing choking sounds came out. Then her head slumped down.She was senseless.No stimulant could have held her under such savage treatment.Melissa’s breasts heaved. Her eyes were blazing.“Bring her round… and keep her there for a couple of hours. I want her to feel those weals.”“Yes, Ma’am… ”“And keep bringing her round if she faints.”“Yes, Ma’am… ”“After that, I don’t think we’ll have any more trouble from Maria.”Melissa looped the switch back in her belt and strode out of the Punishment Room.Back in the Training Room, Heidi was still kneeling, head drooping. “Chain this one up in her cell,” ordered Melissa. At that moment, Heidi raised her head. Her blue eyes were brimming with tears, her lips were trembling.“Y-You… m-monster… ” she quavered, “you… you have… killed my p-poor sister… ”Melissa stopped in her tracks. This was the first sign of rebellion since the earliest sessions when she had guessed Heidi was going to be more wilful and stubborn than Maria. Well, perhaps she was right after all! Melissa smiled. A cold, cruel smile.“Stand up,” she ordered.Heidi got to her feet, trembling. But her chin was held high. If you have killed my sister, I want to die too, she seemed to be saying. Defiant. Sacrificing herself.“Murderess… ” she hissed.Melissa smiled even more broadly. “You, young lady, will have to be taught to watch your tongue.” She signed to Cassim, who seized Heidi and pulled her arms behind her back.From a cabinet, Melissa now produced an iron lattice mask. Indeed, it was a kind of cage which would fit completely over Heidi’s head.“And this will teach you, I think.”The girl’s eyes widened in terror when she saw the contrivance, perhaps guessing its purpose.“NOO… OOOOOOO!” she cried, trying to struggle from Cassim’s grip. Already, she was regretting her act of defiance.Unconcernedly, Melissa placed the cage over Heidi’s head. It’s bottom rim rested on her shoulders and it was held securely in place by an iron ring which could be screwed tight until it was firm about the neck. All the time Heidi was begging and pleading… trying to struggle free.In the front of the cage, before the mouth, was a hole. Through this, Melissa now screwed a phallic-shaped object made of iron. The knob pressed to Heidi’s lips but she kept them firmly closed. However, the solution was simple. Melissa hit her in the midriff and Heidi’s mouth gaped as she gasped for breath.Quickly, the iron phallus was screwed further – and into the mouth. Melissa went on screwing it in until the big knob was at the back of Heidi’s throat and she was half choking. Through the lattice, her eyes could be seen wild and wide with panic-stricken horror.“There,” said Melissa, “after twenty four hours like that, I think you will be regretting your words… ”Pleading, whinnying sounds were jetting down Heidi’s nostrils. Despite the heaviness of the cage, she kept shaking her head from side to side.“What is more,” continued Melissa, “I think you will watch your tongue in future, my girl. Nobody… but nobody… speaks to me like that and gets away with it!”More whinnying.Lots of snorting.Choking sounds, too.It would seem that Heidi was trying to say she was sorry. That she had not really meant it. And she would do anything if only they would take that awful thing out of her mouth. A mouth that was filled and stretched jaw-aching wide.“One final thing,” said Melissa, smiling again through the iron grille, “when I do take that off tomorrow, I am going to have you put over the Punishment Block where your sister is at this moment, and I am going to give you the same sort of thrashing. If anything, you deserve it even more than she did!”At that moment, horrible moaning-gasping sounds could be heard coming from the Punishment Room. Maria had obviously been revived.And she was learning to live with the excruciating blazing agony which covered the whole of both buttock cheeks and the tops of her thighs.

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