Collected by Djian
WARNING ... This story contains graphic descriptions of kidnapping and rape
among adults. If you find this offensive stop reading now.
This story is entirely fictional and any similarity between persons and
events depicted in it and actual persons and events is purely coincidental.
The story is pure fantasy and none of the events described herein are
practiced, advocated or condoned by the author.
Captive Cargo
Chapter 1.
Stripped down to suspender belt and stockings, the girl swayed sensuously on her improbably high heels as she leaned provocatively towards the group of men ogling her so keenly. She was dancing on a small, raised-up platform with her audience clustered close around. Their eyes shone with lust and followed her every movement as she writhed slowly and erotically for their entertainment.
One of them beckoned to her and she swayed closer, bare breasts dangling enticingly in front of his face. His lips moved and the girl turned away from him. She wriggled her hips slowly and seductively as she bent and spread her legs wide, stretching down to grasp her ankles. The vivid slash of her sex gaped in open invitation.
Grinning broadly, the man reached for her and she shuddered as his fingers closed around the swell of her belly. Her hips wriggled again, then he was inside her, two fingers spreading her wider as he penetrated her. Her breasts shook and she gasped softly as she settled herself back against him.
More men reached for her, enfolding her enticing breasts in their hands. She shuddered and relaxed slowly, surrendering herself to the press of eager men closed in around her.
Laughter rang out and the girl moaned softly as she was lifted from her feet and carried from the stage.
One man stood a little apart from the rest. He was tall and well-muscled. His lean features were initially attractive but marred on closer inspection by an aura of coldness. Like his companions he was expensively dressed and sported an impressive display of personal jewellery.
He was watching the dancer but in truth he had eyes only for the manageress and good reason to believe that his interest would be returned. For now she was busily circulating, making sure the club ran smoothly; but there was plenty of time.
A waiter nudged his elbow discreetly
"The girl you were expecting?"
"Yes."
"She's here."
The waiter nodded towards the shadowed entrance to the cellar bar. A young girl stood nervously at the foot of the stairs and even across the darkened room it was clear her eyes were wide in disbelief as she took in the scene. For a few moments the man watched her, then grunted in a satisfied way.
"Well at least she hasn't turned and run. She must want to see me real bad."
He grinned wickedly at the waiter who nodded back, his own grin signifying that he understood perfectly what was going on.
"Shall I arrange a table?"
"Of course.......and make a big deal out of looking for me when she asks.......you know the score."
"Yeah........sure."
Without further ado, the waiter sidled off and moments later the girl was settled at a table in a corner of the room with a drink in front of her. The man moved closer under cover of the crowd around studied her carefully. The resemblance was striking. He licked his lips as he remembered her sister. Was it really less than two months since she too had been lured to this seedy bar?
It would be another four days at least before Dominic's yacht docked down in the harbour. Four days.....maybe more. More than enough time to discover for himself if the two girls shared more than looks in common. It was time to make himself known before she got too nervous and left.
She glanced up as he shouldered his way through the crowd and approached her table. The relief on her face was almost tangible.
"Mr Rosetti?"
"The same.......and you must be Miss Brooks."
"Yes......Michelle."
She extended her hand awkwardly and he shook it briefly as he settled into his seat.
"Well now, Michelle........how may I be of service?"
"I believe you can help me find my sister."
She fumbled a photograph from her bag and passed it over.
"We're twins........"
Rosetti took the photograph and pretended to study it. There was no mistaking the likeness. The same shoulder-length blonde hair framing wide blue eyes and a generous mouth, the expression somehow naive and innocent. He flicked his eyes over the girl sitting opposite, noting the same firm breasts and narrow waist. She would have the same legs as the girl in the photograph too. Long and slender with firm thighs and a well-rounded bottom.
He swallowed hard and handed back the photograph.
"Yes.....I have met your sister......Michaela.......is that her name?"
"Yes.....yes.......then you can help me find her?"
The light of hope sparkling in Michelle's eyes was almost painful to watch.
Rosetti leaned back and savoured the moment.
"Better than that.......I intend to make sure you join her very soon."
Something in his voice sparked a warning deep in Michelle's brain and she glanced around quickly.
"What do you mean? Where is she?"
"Right now I should think she's enjoying the comforts of a Turkish prison."
Michelle's jaw dropped.
"Prison? A Turkish prison? I don't understand. What's she done?"
"Nothing........her master sends all his slaves there from time to time so they can learn some respect.....that's all."
Michelle struggled to put her thoughts into words.
"Her master?.....I.....I don't understand.......is this some kind of sick joke?"
"No joke, Miss Brooks."
"I think I'd better go."
Michelle pushed back her chair and was halfway to her feet when Rosetti reached out and pulled her back down.
"You're going nowhere."
"Leave me alone......I want to get out of here......I...."
She struggled against Rosetti's restraining hand, then her voice trailed away as she realised the crowd around the stage were drifting over to the table.
"What's going on? Let me go!"
Even as she redoubled her efforts she realised the route to the stair was blocked off by the press of bodies and a cold fear gripped her. Her struggles subsided and she slumped defensively back in her chair.
"What do you want?"
Her eyes were wary now, panic taking control of her body as she realised how stupid she had been. She'd been so eager to find Michaela she hadn't even asked directions at the hotel, trusting in some anonymous taxi driver to take her where she wanted to go. She hadn't even questioned the fact that a note had been waiting for her when she checked into the seedy little hotel.
How could she have been so stupid?
It was too late to worry now. Right now she knew she was in serious trouble. She should have guessed when she saw the act taking place on stage when she entered. Too late to worry about that, either. It was too late to worry about anything. She sensed rather than saw the two men crowding in behind her chair, then their hands were at her blouse and she squealed in alarm as the cheap fabric ripped apart.
Chapter 2.
For a few brief seconds, the sound of Michelle's scream seemed enough to bring everything back to normal. The men crowding in on her stopped tearing at her blouse; then she realised they had paused only long enough to take a firmer grip. As the buttons popped loose and her breasts burst into view, she screamed again and flailed out wildly with her arms. Her legs kicked madly as she struggled to rise from the table and she screamed again as she felt more hands reaching out to grasp at her bared breasts.
Calmly, Rosetti picked up his glass and tossed the contents full in her face. The sudden shock of the ice cold lager took Michelle's breath away and as she spluttered and gasped helplessly, he reached across the table and hooked his fingers into her bra. She felt the straps bite into her shoulders as he yanked hard, then the flimsy lace ripped apart and her breasts spilled free.
Now there was no stopping her assailants. She was hauled to her feet and heard the sound of the zipper on her skirt being ripped open. Even as it slithered down her thighs, rough and eager fingers delved under the waistband of her knickers. Her frantic struggles only served to help her assailants and the scanty garment was ripped to shreds as she was spun around and pushed back across the top of the table. The wood was hard and wet with spilled lager but she barely noticed the discomfort as she fought in vain against the hands pressing her down. Her feet dangled free as she was pulled into the middle and she kicked out uselessly at the press of bodies crowding in on her. Her wrists were seized and her arms hauled back above her head to pin her down while unseen hands brought her flailing feet under control. The press of bodies around her was almost suffocating, her shrill screams of protest going ignored as her thighs were suddenly and brutally yanked wide apart.
No effort was made to silence her and she realised her screams and cries were actually exciting the crowd more as they jostled and shoved to press nearer. They were calling out to each other in either French or Italian with a smattering of broken English and while she didn't understand all their words, their meaning was sickeningly clear.
Rough fingers poked and probed her as she wriggled ineffectually and coarse bursts of laughter rang out on all sides as they casually and insolently explored her body. They seemed particularly taken by the way her breasts jutted firmly up rather than flattening and falling away to the side and again and again she felt heavy hands mould around her. Her thighs were yanked even wider apart than she thought possible to expose every intimate detail of her soft underbelly. Her face burned hot with shame as she felt both her sex and the deep crease of her bottom gape wide but there was nothing she could do to protect herself. She shuddered as she felt the first arrogant fingers thrust into her and stiffened as she felt her body respond.
It shouldn't be happening, not here, not now....but there was a distinct feeling of warm wetness between her thighs. She shuddered again as two, then three fingers burrowed deep inside her and stretched her wide. Her back arched and she wriggled wildly but it was no use. She was utterly helpless, held fast and totally, shamefully exposed.
The probing fingers delved deeper and her back arched again as a sharp spasm of arousal gripped her. Rosetti thrust his face close, his expression cold and hard.
"So......just like your sister......"
"No.....please.....no.....I don't know what you mean."
Michelle heaved desperately against the hands roaming so freely and insolently over her naked body. She was hot and confused. She had never felt so terrified in her life and yet she was aroused. Her nipples were swollen hard and she could feel an urgent, liquid throbbing deep inside her belly. She cried out softly as a thick thumb penetrated her backside and Rosetti grinned at her reaction.
"Your sister is a slut......she was selling her body in the street outside.......and enjoying herself too."
"Right......I'll vouch for that," a voice called out.
"No.....no......she wouldn't....she....."
Michelle's protest was drowned out in roars of laughter and Rosetti shrugged indifferently.
"We know different......there isn't a man here who hasn't shagged your sister at least twice......hell....some of them even paid for it before I got my hands on her."
"No.......no....."
Again Michelle's protests were drowned out in waves of coarse laughter and her heart sank as she realised they were telling the truth. Michaela had always displayed a wild streak. She had always slept around and it wasn't hard to imagine how easy it would have been for her to take to the streets, especially if she needed money.
"Please.....that's her.....not me...."
"Bullshit.......you're her sister.......it's in your blood."
"No.....!"
Michelle struggled with even greater determination but it was a battle she had already lost. They had her stripped and they had her spread. They weren't prepared even to listen and she felt sick at the thought of what they were going to do to her. She closed her eyes and forced her mind to go blank, then amazingly she was granted a reprieve.
"C'mon.......let's see her dance."
A chorus of assent rang out.
"Yeah......"
"Right....I bet she's a real mover."
Hands gripped her tight and she was lifted bodily from the table by her arms and legs. Her cries and pleas were ignored as they carried her across the floor and dumped her unceremoniously on the small stage. Their bodies formed a solid wall around her as she lay huddled in a heap while the jeers and catcalls rang in her ears.
"Come on, sugar.......dance for us."
"Yeah.....we want some action.
Coarse laughter mocked her misery as she drew herself up into a defensive ball.
Swish! Whack!
Swish! Whack!
An atrocious blaze of pain ripped across her backside and as her body bucked and twisted in response, the crowd howled their approval.
"Yeah......right...that got her going.....give her another!" A boot in her ribs shoved her brutally to one side and she felt her arm seized in a vice-like grip as she was hauled to her feet. It was Rosetti. His voice was low and menacing as he thrust his face close to hers.
"The guys want you to dance, so you dance......right?" She shook in his grasp as he spun her around to see the two men standing behind her. Their faces were split by wicked grins and her stomach lurched as she caught sight of the whips they held. Now she understood the source of the fierce pain that had seared her backside.
"You dance right now or they'll make you dance."
Her lips moved soundlessly and Rosetti leaned closer.
"It's better to do as I tell you......the guys will enjoy watching you dance or they'll enjoy watching you get whipped.....either way, it's up to you." He pushed her away and the crowd roared approval at the sight of her bare breasts and belly.
Swish! Crack!
Swish! Crack!
The whips cut the air close alongside her and she jumped instinctively at the sudden shock. Her breasts shook and quivered and the crude, animal like howls rang out louder. She half lifted her arms in a futile effort to cover herself and the howls changed at once to menacing snarls.
Swish! Whack!
Swish! Whack!
Her body jerked as the whips curled wickedly around the taut curve of her backside and stung her belly. The sharp pain was unbelievable, like the sting of a dozen heated needles driving into her tender flesh. Tears sprang to her eyes and her anguished gasp was stifled as the air rushed from her lungs.
She had to dance for them.
There was no other way.
No way she could endure many more strokes like that. She'd only suffered four and already her backside felt flayed raw. Above the baying of her audience she caught the beat of music and began to sway her hips in time. It was rock music, a powerful repetitive beat that grew louder as someone turned up the volume.
Her only escape lay in shutting off her mind to what was happening and the slender hope that after she had danced they would let her go free. She shut her eyes and tried to imagine herself somewhere other than this dingy club. Her hips swayed faster as she conjured up images of a smart disco. She imagined herself out on the dance floor, lost in the crowd as she danced her own private dance.
The music pounded in her ears and the image grew stronger. Now she imagined a crowd of young men watching her from the side of the dance floor. Their eyes were fixed on her as they followed her every movement. The image suddenly seemed so real and an unexpected shudder of excitement rippled through her belly. For a few seconds her rhythm faltered, then she pushed the feeling aside and went on with her dance. Her body twisted and turned to the beat. Her hips thrust back and forth in an almost sensuous motion as the images filled her mind.
She imagined she could see the men watching her clearly now and another sharp spasm gripped her. She danced closer, straining to hear their conversation, certain they were talking about her.
"Yeah......what a little mover."
"Come on........dance a little closer, darling."
"Move those hips!"
"Come on.....shake those tits!"
A sudden rush of excitement gripped her as she realised the effect she was having on them and her dance grew faster and more erotic. She knew they wanted her but she was safe on the dance floor. Safe to tease and tantalise and then dance back out of reach. The image was rudely shattered as she felt rough hands groping at her body. Her eyes snapped open and she wailed in despair as she saw how close to the edge of the stage her dance had carried her.
She staggered back out of reach of the eager, grasping hands and lost her rhythm. The whips cracked again and her feet took up the beat once more as the crowd called out to her.
"Move.......let's see those tits bounce."
"Come on......move on up and give us a show."
Each crude demand was accompanied by the threatening crack of a whip alongside her gyrating body. Rosetti jumped up onto the stage and gestured angrily.
"Move closer.......they want to feel you up."
She was slow to respond and the whips cracked cruelly down four more times across her backside without further warning. She staggered and lost her rhythm as the supple lashes flailed at her taut flesh. The whips cracked again and she bit her lip. She had no choice but to dance. The men with the whips were implacable and like Rosetti had threatened, the crowd would just as soon watch her flogged senseless.
Already she could detect the heightened excitement that rippled through them each time the whips smacked into her backside. She stumbled forward and somehow picked up the beat once more. The crack of the whips pursued her and urged her relentlessly forward; closer and closer to the edge of the stage; closer and closer to the forest of hands stretched out to touch her. A shudder of revulsion almost made her stop, then the whips stung her backside again.
Her body twisted and writhed as a dozen hands reached out for her. They were all over her like hot, heavy spiders, pawing at her thighs and crawling across her belly.
"Lean over........swing your tits!"
The crude command was accompanied by the now inevitable smack of leather on flesh. She squealed and writhed in pain as the lash whipped around her hips and stung her belly. The crowd bayed loudly and as she caught sight of the whip being raised again she leaned forward quickly. Her breasts swung heavily and freely beneath her but not for long.
Eager hands reached up to fondle her firm flesh. So many hands. All of them grasping and pulling. Fingers closed around her nipples and pulled hard. More fingers pressed urgently between her thighs and probed at the now desperately squeezed shut lips of her sex. She staggered and almost pitched forward off the low stage.
Her whole body was hot and shining with sweat. Despite the sheer terror of her situation she could feel her body responding to the lewd fondling. Her nipples swelled hard and between her thighs she could feel herself opening once again to the persistent, probing fingers. Her breasts heaved and her breath rasped harsh and ragged in her throat. The room seemed to spin slowly in front of her and amid a chorus of jeers and disappointed groans, she collapsed to the floor in a dead faint.
Chapter 3.
Rosetti had Michelle over a barrel....quite literally. When she regained consciousness, she found herself spread-eagled naked across an overturned wine cask. Her back arched uncomfortably along the fat curve of the barrel and her arms and legs were spread wide around the sides. Leather straps wound around her wrists and ankles, and secured out of sight beneath the barrel, kept her pinned down tight like a butterfly. Her whole body seemed racked by more aches and pains than she had ever experienced but there was no way she could move enough to ease the agony. Her backside in particular felt hot and raw and she shuddered at the memory of the whipping she had endured. If Rosetti could arrange for her to be so brutally flogged once he could certainly do so again.
She wondered where she was, but the room held few clues. Lit by a dim, unshaded light bulb, it was piled high with crates and casks like the one to which she was secured. She blushed furiously at how openly and lewdly she had been bound. How many of the men had helped to tie her down? How many of them had clustered round to maul and grope at her inert body before she had been left here alone? She shook her head to dispel the thought. It didn't matter anyway. All that mattered was here and now, and if her prospects matched her surroundings she was in real trouble. The walls were bare brick and the only way in or out was through a rusting, metal door. It was cold and damp and a faint scurrying noise in one corner set her nerves on edge.
Rats....or mice? She shouted out loud in the hope of frightening away whatever was making the noise and was surprised at how weak her voice sounded. Time seemed to drag. She tried to sleep but the nagging strain on her arms and legs kept her awake and restless. Why was she being held prisoner in such a cruel manner? Had her sister suffered a similar fate and what was happening to her now?
Above all else, what was going to happen to her?
Another question bothered her, a question that was almost too dreadful to contemplate. Why had she become so aroused at the cruel treatment she had suffered? She tried to suppress the thought, but deep down she knew it to be true. After the initial shock of the brutal assault, and once she had been stripped naked and held down spread-eagled and helpless, her body had responded shamefully. She squirmed at the memory of how her nipples had hardened, even now they were half erect, even though the air in the cellar was cold. But she knew that she hadn't been fucked and that the warm stickiness on her thighs was the result of her own juices oozing from her belly.
Why should such a desperate situation cause her to react in such a shameful manner? The questions reeled in her mind as she lay in torment but she had no answers.
The scurrying sounds came and went and she lay in dread of something jumping onto her helpless, naked body. She was colder, hungrier and more afraid than she had ever believed possible. Surely someone would come for her soon? She dreaded the moment but it was her only hope. Whatever it took, she had to escape from this dreadful cellar and she longed for the door to open.
At last she heard a metallic screech as the door was pushed open against rusty hinges and her heart pounded as she waited to discover who was coming for her. It was Rosetti, dressed now in dirty jeans and an equally dirty vest. He looked like a dockyard labourer, in stark contrast to the smart image he had presented earlier, but Michelle didn't care. Hateful or not, he was a familiar face.
Her heart pounded and she wanted to scream her anger and fear at him. She wanted to scream at him to cut her free but common sense kept her silent. Girls who were strapped down naked over a barrel were in no position to make demands. Girls who had already felt the sting of a whip across their naked backsides should be careful about annoying the owner of the whip. Instead, she gritted her teeth and tried hard not to show her fear as he walked slowly around her.
His teeth shone white in the dim light as he leered down at her.
"Well? Have you thought things over?"
"I.....I don't know what you mean......look.....just let me go and I'll say nothing about......"
"About what?"
He sneered openly at her and moved in close.
"About last night? That was just for starters."
Michelle's eyes widened in shock. What could possibly be worse than the shame and degradation of being stripped naked and forced to dance in the midst of a crowd of drunken men, all of them intent on mauling her breasts and belly? What could be worse than the sting of the whip cutting into her backside every time she hung back or hesitated?
Her mind shrank away from the thought. Without being told she already knew how much worse things could get. She was in bad enough trouble already, bound and helpless while Rosetti continued to leer at her in a way that sent shivers down her spine.
"Not as stubborn as that sister of yours but you still need to learn a few things........do you learn fast, Michelle?"
He slipped his hand beneath her spread thighs and squeezed her battered buttocks. Michelle squirmed and her breath hissed between her teeth as the sharp sting of the whipping was rekindled in an instant. Her back arched tighter and her bottom lifted clear of the barrel as the sudden pain ripped into her. Rosetti grinned mirthlessly and squeezed harder until he succeeded in wringing an anguished gasp from her lips.
"Next time I tell you to dance you'll dance.....right?"
Michelle gritted her teeth as hot sheets of pain lanced through her backside.
"Yes......yes.....whatever you say."
"That's right.......whatever I say."
He released his grip and Michelle subsided slowly onto the cask. Her hips twitched as her newly-tormented flesh met the hard wood and she had to fight hard to bring her breathing under control.
"Lift your head up.......look at me!"
It was an effort to raise her head and peer down between the jutting swells of her breasts but Michelle didn't dare disobey. The sharp tone of Rosetti's voice left no doubt as to who was in charge here and she had no wish to make him angry. Her still sore and tender backside bore all too eloquent testimony to what would happen to her if she did. He was slowly unfastening his broad leather belt and Michelle felt her stomach lurch as he slipped it loose and doubled it over in his fist. The leather was slick and supple and her flesh crawled at the thought of it smacking down onto her body. Almost subconsciously she strained against her bonds in a futile effort to escape what she knew was coming.
"Please....I haven't done anything....please don't hit me."
He smiled wickedly down at her and ran the belt easily through his fingers.
"Save your breath.......I don't need a reason......this is just to make sure you get the message."
His arm whipped back and swept forward in a sudden blur of motion and Michelle screamed. The crack of leather on flesh was loud and the effect was immediate. Her body bucked and bounced against the barrel, and the breath whistled from her lungs as the stinging strap laid a wide, reddening welt along the taut curve of her inner thigh.
Swish! Crack!
Her eyes snapped wide and she screamed again as a second searing stroke slammed down alongside the first. Rosetti grinned and switched his aim, barely giving her time to draw breath as he whipped the belt down across the quivering curve of her belly.
Swish! Whack!
Swish! Whack!
Swish! Whack!
Michelle screamed again and again as the leather whipped and tore at her. The tender flesh of her inner thighs burned and her belly shuddered and heaved under the relentless assault.
Swish! Whack!
Swish! Whack!
The belt was broad and Rosetti piled agony on agony as the blows overlaid one another. Angry red welts darkened her skin from her knees to her navel, until only the narrowest of pale bands remained untouched on either side of her quivering sex. The heat was blistering and she felt sure she would faint. Her body twisted and squirmed and the straps binding her chafed painfully but she barely noticed. All that existed was the harsh smack of leather on her bare, bruised flesh and the searing heat between her thighs.
Her body glistened with the sweat that poured from her and her screams were muted to throaty, rasping pleas, but still the belt whipped down. She squeezed her eyes shut in dread of the awful moment when the leather would fall full across the exposed lips of her sex. It would be unbearable. She knew it would.
Her breasts heaved and suddenly she felt a change sweep over her. Even as she opened her mouth in another futile plea for the torment to cease, she felt her body react. Whether it was in response to her shameful exposure, the punishment she was enduring or the dreadful anticipation of the belt lashed hard and fast across her sex, she neither knew nor cared. All she understood in the turmoil of her agony was that she was becoming aroused. Not slowly and gently as she would under the caress of a lover but quickly, urgently, desperately.
Shocked and stunned, she fought against it. She heaved against her bonds and the breath hissed from her lips as the urgent fire swept through her belly. Her nipples throbbed hard and hot on her breasts and between her thighs she could feel herself opening wide and wet.
"So......this is exciting for you......"
Rosetti's eye gleamed and he tossed the belt aside.
His hand came down on her sex and closed around her heated flesh like a vice. Michelle gasped and her hips lifted as though willing him to squeeze her hard. She could feel herself slick and warm against his calloused palm and she moaned softly as his hand lifted clear.
"Look at me, bitch."
She barely flinched at the cheap insult and opened her eyes.
Rosetti was standing right in front of her, in a perfect position to peer down at her fully exposed sex. She blushed and bit her lip in shame at the lewd spectacle she presented, then shut her eyes and banished the thought. She had done nothing to shame herself. Everything done to her so far was the work of Rosetti and his perverted friends. If she kept calm and didn't give in to panic she might yet escape his clutches but that was for later. Much later. All that mattered at the moment was here and now and whatever Rosetti demanded of her.
His eyes gleamed like twin points of fire in the gloom and Michelle had to bite her lip and force herself to lie still as his hand traced down the length of her thigh. Footsteps sounded outside the door and Rosetti grinned down at her.
"That will be Henri with some food for you.........he'll be sorry he missed our little game but maybe we can make it up to him later."
Michelle shuddered at the thought and her stomach churned. Hungry as she was, the thought of food made her want to throw up, and now there was another man to leer at her nakedness and paw at her exposed body. The door screeched as Henri shouldered it wider open and his face split into a grin at the sight of her.
"So......you are awake......and learning your lessons too."
His eyes flicked over her and he grinned even wider at the sight of her reddened belly and thighs. He set the tray he was carrying down on the floor and stepped up to stand alongside Rosetti.
"You want her loose now, boss?"
"Yes......time we had a real good look at her....apart from anything else."
Both men laughed and Michelle cringed as she felt Henri's hands on her body. She recognised him now as the bouncer, a short but thick-set man with hands like shovels. Those hands now roved insolently over her body, thick fingers squeezing and prodding at her breasts and belly until Rosetti snapped his fingers impatiently.
"Hurry up, Henri.....there'll be time for that later....just get the little bitch up on her feet."
"Sure thing, boss."
Henri squeezed her breasts one last time, then bent to untie the straps around her wrists and ankles. Michelle wanted to scream and lash out at him as her limbs were freed, but the long hours of bondage had sapped her strength and she could only lean weakly against him as he hauled her to her feet. Her arms moved instinctively to cover her breasts and belly, but Rosetti snapped at her and raised his belt threateningly.
"Stand up straight.......arms back.....put your hands against the side of the barrel."
Henri pulled and tugged at her until she stood with her back to the barrel, arms thrust straight out and back to each side with her palms turned to press against the ends of the barrel. It was a pose designed to thrust her breasts up and out and curve her belly invitingly forward and the next command was inevitable.
"Legs apart.....wider....wider than that!"
Again Henri tugged at her until her legs were spread obscenely wide and her belly jutted even more prominently forward. Between her thighs, her sex gaped open and she blushed in shame as she saw Rosetti's gaze drop and linger.
"Now, Henri......let us see.......are her tits firm?"
Henri leered and reached for her. His shovel hands cupped her breasts and lifted them up for inspection.
"Don't seem to sag much.......yes......plenty firm enough I'd say."
He chuckled throatily as he dug his fingers into her pliant flesh and ran his thumbs repeatedly across her nipples. Michelle moaned softly and tried to twist away, but once more Rosetti threatened her with his belt.
"That's the way......you just keep still and let Henri have his fun."
"She can wriggle a little if she wants to, boss."
Both men laughed aloud and Michelle choked back a despairing sob. For now it was her breasts, but before long Henri would be delving between her thighs and after that..... A shudder rippled through her and Henri's eye lit up.
"There.....I knew she'd get to like it sooner or later."
Both men laughed again and Rosetti twirled a finger in the air.
"OK so she has good tits.......now turn her around and we'll see what else she's got."
Henri's strength and the ever-present threat of Rosetti's belt ensured that Michelle offered no resistance as she was turned around. Once more Henri pushed and pulled at her until she was bent at the waist, her arms stretched out to rest against the barrel in front of her and her legs spread as wide as before.
Her breasts hung heavily and she closed her eyes in shame at the thought of how lewdly she was exposed. Her thighs were spread so wide that every intimate detail of her sex and backside was on open display and Henri seemed determined to shame her further. His fingers dug into the soft flesh of her underbelly and prised her thighs even wider apart until her sex lips gaped and the tight, puckered circle of her anus was fully exposed.
"Looks like a tight little slit."
Michelle stiffened as she felt a thick finger prod roughly at her sex and her flesh shrivelled involuntarily. Henri felt the movement and laughed sharply.
"Feels tight too."
"Just the way she should be.......now let me at her."
Michelle whimpered in protest as she felt Rosetti's hands on her hips. She knew she should protest out loud, struggle and fight to resist what was coming but it was so hopeless. Henri's bulk loomed between her and the door and Rosetti's hands gripped her hips like a vice. His jeans were already unzipped and she felt the unmistakable throb of an erect cock against her tender flesh.
She shut her eyes and took a deep breath.
"That's right......it's going to happen anyway so just relax and enjoy the ride."
He chuckled wickedly as he pressed up against her, his cock probing the slitted opening into her belly.
Michelle took another deep breath and braced herself, but she couldn't relax. Her flesh shrivelled and contracted tight between her thighs and Rosetti grunted as his cock encountered resistance. He pulled back and thrust again, but again his cock skidded ineffectually against her now desperately squeezed shut lips.
"Fucking whore.......what's going on?"
He thrust harder and wrung a sharp cry from her lips as his cock bored into her.
Her belly shrivelled tighter and he swore again.
"Bitch....fucking bitch......well I know what you need...."
He stepped back and snapped his fingers at Henri.
"Give me that fucking belt........that got her going before."
"Nooo......please.....no....."
Michelle struggled to rise to her feet but Henri was too quick for her. He darted round behind the barrel and reached over to grab her wrists and hold her down. Michelle struggled furiously but it was no use. His hands were like steel bands around her wrists and she couldn't straighten her back. She screamed as the belt hissed through the air alongside her and Rosetti sneered.
"It's up to you, slut.......it turned you on before and I'll whip your ass until it turns you on again so what's it going to be?"
Michelle whimpered fearfully and Rosetti drew back his arm.
"What the hell......I guess I'll whip you anyway."
"No......please...."
Michelle's howl of protest was drowned out as the belt hissed through the air and smacked hard into her jutting buttocks. Her hips bucked and the breath whistled from her body and Rosetti swung his arm back again. In rapid succession he laid a pattern of three broad welts across her already well-flogged backside. Every stroke inflamed the vivid whip marks already criss-crossing her pale skin and her howls reached a new crescendo with each blow.
Swish! Whack!
Swish! Whack!
Rosetti was merciless as he switched his aim to her inner thighs and Michelle writhed and squirmed desperately as the lash bit deep into her sensitive flesh. Her breasts shuddered and shook and her feet skidded wildly on the floor. Sweat poured from every pore of her body and her hips juddered and jerked uncontrollably as the strokes ripped into her again and again.
Swish! Whack!
Swish! Whack!
The edge of the belt seared her sex as it whipped in between her thighs and Michelle howled even louder in pain and fear. There was no doubting where the next strokes would be directed and her belly heaved in fear. Her legs trembled and suddenly, just as she had on the dance floor, she felt a warm flood well up inside her.
It shouldn't be happening, but it was. In the midst of more pain and degradation than she'd ever thought possible, she was becoming aroused. She struggled to make sense of such a perverse reaction, but the searing pain of another stroke across her already roasted backside drove all coherent thoughts from her mind. Her hips jerked, but now they jerked upwards. Her thighs snapped wide and she lifted up onto her toes as though offering herself to be flogged.
Rosetti punched the air in triumph and gestured to Henri.
"I was right......see......I could fry an egg on that backside but she's behaving like a bitch on heat."
Michelle moaned in despair, but she knew he was right. She could feel herself open and offered, the hot and still swelling lips of her sex bathed in the warm flow of juices oozing from her belly.
Rosetti grabbed her crudely, his fingers delving between her thighs to open her wider.
"Now that's what I call ready and willing."
He laughed as his cock slid easily into her and Michelle shuddered in shame. She'd succumbed to him so easily and after him there would be Henri. She gasped as his belly smacked into her raw and flaming backside, then a renewed flood of arousal rose up inside her. Her gasps of pain slurred into low moans of passion and her hips rose up to bury Rosetti's cock deeper inside her as the first rush of orgasm rippled urgently through her belly.
Chapter 4.
The first few days of captivity were worse than anything Michelle could ever have imagined. She didn't know if it was day or night outside and she had no way to mark the passage of time. Apart from using the stinking toilet at the end of the corridor outside she never left the cellar and she saw no one except Henri or Rosetti. They brought her regular meals, either singly or together, but the routine never varied. Before she was allowed to eat, she was bent over the barrel and whipped......every time.
At first she had protested and refused to eat but they had merely smiled and whipped her into submission. Her bottom and thighs suffered at first, but all too soon the unrelenting punishment was extended to encompass her back and her belly and even her breasts. Now she devoured every meal, having quickly learned the futility of resistance and Rosetti's willingness to see her suffer......and how she had suffered.
The stinging bite of the lash across the tender flesh of her breasts had been the worst torture of all. Strapped down across the barrel, she had peered down between her jutting breasts and seen that Rosetti held a different whip, but that meant nothing. Throughout the long, weary days, she had endured floggings from his belt, a horsewhip and even, most dreadful of all, a riding crop. The new whip was short and multi-thonged, a bundle of slender cords splayed out from a thick grip. She could see the knots tied at intervals along each lash and the thicker knots at the tips, but they meant nothing to her. All she understood was that she was to suffer yet another flogging and that pleas for mercy or restraint would fall on deaf ears.
There was no attempt to untie her from her supine position, so she merely bit her lip and braced herself against the biting sting of the lash across her already sorely punished belly or thighs. She had even turned her head, unable to bear the sight of the lash whipping through the air so the shock when it struck was all the greater. The slender thongs splayed out in a wide fan and tore into the soft underside of her breasts with a combined force that left her breathless. They seemed to strike everywhere at once, the knots stinging and burning like a hundred heated needles jabbed into her flesh.
In fearful desperation she had twisted and heaved against the restraining grip of her bonds, but it was futile. Even as she struggled, the lash tore into her again and her screams echoed around the cellar as the deadly thongs curled over and around her nipples. Her breasts shuddered and shook with the force of her struggles, but there was no respite. Held fast by the leather straps, her back pulled in tight against the curved side of the barrel, she presented an easy target.
Each slender strand was a separate torture, as the knotted tips whipped the lashes round to explore every inch of her wildly bouncing breasts. Her pale flesh glowed cherry red and her nipples burned like twin coals before Rosetti finished with her, and when he finally untied her, she slid to the floor in a desperate sobbing heap. Her breasts felt too sore even to touch, and yet she had to suffer the additional torment of being strapped face down across the barrel once she had finished her meal.
Rosetti hadn't fucked her that time, but that was an exception. On all the previous occasions the flogging had been followed by a brusque fucking before she was released to eat her meal. As with the whippings, the sex soon diversified to positions she had previously imagined existed only in the realms of erotic fiction.
She was fucked bent prostrate across the barrel. She was penetrated while she knelt on all fours and she was fucked standing up with her back to the wall. All too soon even that palled, but just as she had been taken by surprise when Rosetti first whipped her breasts, she was equally unprepared the first time he fucked her backside.
Recovered in part from the shock of having her breasts whipped, she had welcomed the brief respite of being released and escorted to the toilet. Even though there was no door and Rosetti leaned insolently against the wall to watch her, the relief far outweighed any humiliation she felt. She knew it was just another ploy to break her spirit. Far worse and much more effective was the constant cycle of abuse she had endured so far. There seemed no escape and once she was finished her toilet she would suffer some more. Though she closed her mind to the horror of it all she could see it in Rosetti's eyes.
Sure enough and all too soon, he had frogmarched her back to the dismal cellar. Shoved roughly against the side of the barrel, she had bent forward and gritted her teeth as he kicked her feet wide apart. Although accustomed by now to the position, she still felt dirty and degraded each time she was made to assume it. Neither was the certainty of what was to come any comfort, for by now she knew that the brief, brusque fucking she would be made to endure would be enough to arouse her but not enough to bring her to a climax.
That confused her too, for to be sexually aroused by such rough and degrading treatment went against everything she had ever believed. In truth she had experienced an orgasm only rarely in the past, and the feeling was nothing compared to the all consuming flood that had raged through her more than once since her ordeal had begun. In a perverse way she longed to experience the feeling more often and yet the very thought of what she must endure to do so appalled her. Not that either Rosetti or Henri seemed to care. They seemed to delight in finding new ways to torment her while she suffered the shame and frustration of being beaten and used like a common prostitute.
Like now.
There were no sweet words of encouragement from Rosetti. There were no gentle caresses or kisses. Instead, his stocky body leaned heavily into her, his already half erect cock intruding its way into the deep cleft of her behind as he leaned forward to grasp her dangling breasts.
His fingers were like clamps about her pliant flesh, and she moaned softly as he gripped her hard enough to inflame the deep red welts that still striped her pale skin. His hips drew back and she held her breath as his cock slipped easily down towards the waiting lips of her sex. She was already wet as her body responded perversely to the shame and humiliation of her plight, and she gritted her teeth against the first brutal thrust into her sex.
It never came.
Instead she felt a raw tearing sensation that ripped up into her belly and set every nerve ending in her backside on fire. The breath exploded from her body in a loud, anguished gasp and even as her hips jerked up in response to the searing shock it ripped through her a second time. She squealed out loud as Rosetti's fingers dug into her heaving breasts and her hips squirmed wildly as his cock bored relentlessly into her backside. The pressure was breathtaking and she felt sure her tender flesh would split as she was forced inexorably wider.
The pain was almost unbearable and she screamed over and over again as he pressed deeper into her. Red flashes danced in front of her eyes and she felt she was being penetrated by a white hot poker but Rosetti was remorseless. He paused for breath, then thrust harder, his dead weight bearing down on her until his belly ground hard up against her frantically squirming buttocks.
Michelle struggled for breath, her face red and streaming with sweat. Her feet skidded on the cold floor, but she was firmly impaled and her struggles served only to worsen her plight. Her flesh stretched wider as the cock lodged so deep inside her swelled up longer and thicker. She felt she was being pierced by a burning candle, a flaming rod that reamed her backside as Rosetti withdrew, then slammed into her again. Her screams rang out around the room as his belly slapped loudly into her, then her world erupted in a confusion of pain and pleasure.
Squeezed tight by the intrusive penetration of Rosetti's cock into her rectum, the swollen, sensitive membranes of her sex bulged out between her thighs like and exotic orchid. The tender lips throbbed and pulsed and as Rosetti ground himself against her, sharp but increasingly urgent shocks jolted into her belly. Sweat clouded her vision, and while her hips still jerked wildly, it was more in reaction to the rising tide of passion that threatened to engulf her, than to the increasingly dulled pain of being impaled on Rosetti's cock.
Her screams faltered and faded to be replaced by low, sobbing moans. Her hips still moved wildly, but now, seemingly beyond her control, they ground back against Rosetti's belly. She was on fire inside, but it was a fire of lust, fuelled and driven to new heights with each thrust of Rosetti's cock. She shuddered once, then surrendered herself to the onrushing orgasm that swelled from her belly to encompass her whole body.
The cries that rang around the room were cries of pleasure rather than pain and she could barely keep her feet. Her body shuddered and shook and she scarcely noticed Rosetti climaxing deep inside her. Only when he pulled out of her and released her to drop quivering and trembling to the floor did she regain full control of her senses. Only then did the sharp pain return and along with it a deep sense of shame at her reaction. Rosetti seemed not to care, but Michelle knew he had noted her reaction and that before too long he and Henri too would use her in that manner again.
For now there was the relief at having cleared another hurdle and more mental confusion about her responses. She knew she should resist but it seemed so hopeless. Between them Rosetti and Henri functioned as very efficient jailors and she could see no chance of escape. Every time they left her the door was locked, and while they were with her they never left her side. They escorted her to use the toilet and stood over her while she ate her meals. They took turns to whip her or fuck her and between times ensured she was allowed no freedom at all. Once they had finished with her, she was strapped down across the barrel again until the next time they came for her.
Sometimes she was secured face up, and sometimes face down, and while both positions rapidly became acutely uncomfortable, she preferred to be secured face up. At least in that position she had to endure only the indignity of having her breasts and belly groped and fondled before they left her alone. To be secured face down invited a further couple of stinging strokes from the whip across her upthrust backside in addition to those she already suffered. Between times she tried hard to relax and maintain her resolve to escape, her need all the more desperate since Rosetti had outlined his plans for her. Like her sister Michaela, she was destined to be sold to a wealthy pimp and trained to give pleasure to his equally wealthy, and for the most part, perverted clients. He had assured her that the beatings and degradations she had suffered so far would pale into insignificance alongside the demands of such men......and women too.
Nor was she alone in her fate. There were other girls held captive, some of them in cellars nearby. The girl she had seen dancing on stage the night she had been abducted was one such girl. She had been broken and tamed weeks previously and was merely being used to entertain customers until a suitable sale could be arranged. That was not the case for Michelle however. The man who wanted her, wanted her very soon and Rosetti had agreed to deliver her, docile and submissive at the appointed time.
Chapter 5.
Nerves strung taut with apprehension, Michelle stood behind the curtain at the side of the small stage. She could hear the crowd baying approval as Rosetti gave her a build up that brought a hot blush to her cheeks but there was no escape. Five days had passed since she had first been abducted and Rosetti had declared her fit to be put to the test of performing for the regulars at the club. Michelle shuddered as she remembered how those regulars had treated her before, but Rosetti was adamant. She was to perform, and perform well, or suffer the consequences.
She had been allowed upstairs into his private office to shower and attend to her make-up and now she waited anxiously back stage for her cue. Two waiters stood with her, their faces split with grins and supple whips trailing from their hands. One of them leaned close.
"Rosetti says you dance well.......no matter.....it won't be good enough to satisfy me."
"Or me!"
Michelle shuddered again, then the curtain drew back and she was pushed forward into the glare of the spotlight. The crowd around the stage whistled and catcalled as she was urged forward and she swallowed hard. At a nearby table she could see the girl who had preceded her and the sight was far from encouraging. She was bent forward with her legs spread wide and her breasts crushed against the hard table top. Between her thighs a customer was preparing to penetrate her sex, while another fed his thick, erect cock into her mouth. Two more stood to either side of her and Michelle could see her arms stretched out to stroke and fondle their exposed cocks to full hardness.
Her eyes swept the crowd and she wondered which of them would take her from the stage and spread her across a table. Then the music started and although she immediately shuffled her feet to the beat, her minders were faster.
Swish! Whack!
Swish! Whack!
Almost as one, the two whips tore into her and the crowd roared their approval as she lurched forward. Her bare breasts bounced and her hips jerked forward lewdly and suggestively as the sharp pain bit into her already tender flesh.
Swish! Thwack!
Tears stung her eyes and it was only blind instinct that got her feet moving in time to the music as a third stroke whipped in across the back of her thighs. It was a fast rock beat, chosen to make her move and display herself fully. Fearful of the whip, she whirled and spun on the small stage, bare breasts bouncing and swinging with each step. The whips cracked menacingly behind her, accompanied by a throaty command and she kicked her legs high as she spun.
Her audience reacted at once with a mocking cheer and a forest of hands reached up for her. She faltered at the sight and immediately paid the price as the whips tore at her backside and thighs.
Swish! Whack!
Swish! Whack!
She stumbled and almost fell into the jeering mob, then somehow her feet picked up the rhythm of the beat and the dance went on. Her body glistened with sweat and her breasts heaved as she gasped for breath in the thick, smoke-laden air but there was no respite. Whenever she slowed or faltered the whips cracked alongside her and urged her on. They crowded her forward towards the front of the stage, closer and closer to the grasping hands.
"Come on, honey......lean over and swing those tits!"
"Get those legs up......let me see that pussy!"
"Come on.....closer!"
The fingers beckoned her forward and the explicit, shouted demands made her blush red but there was no escape. Her minders crowded in on her and she jumped as the whips cracked menacingly between her legs. The crowd howled approval and they cracked again, closer this time, the tips licking greedily at her inner thighs.
She twisted and danced desperately but the crowd wanted more. They bellowed their demands in a confused jumble of sound and her minders were only too pleased to oblige.
Swish! Whack!
Swish! Whack!
She howled and jumped high as the supple leather licked wickedly between her thighs and the crowd yelled out for more. She turned, eyes bright with tears of despair but already the whips were swinging in.
Swish! Thwack!
Swish! Whack!
She screamed out loud and staggered back, eyes blinded with tears of pain as the leather whipped across the front of her thighs. Her heel caught the ring of spotlights lining the stage and she staggered, arms flailing as she fought for balance.
Swish! Whack!
The final stroke curled around her legs and pulled tight to pitch her backwards into the crowd. She squealed in alarm as she fell; then they grabbed her.
Their hands were everywhere. Fingers clawed at her belly and breasts and grabbed at her thighs. Her legs were yanked wide apart, then she was hefted high and dumped down on her back across a small table. The edges dug into her shoulders and the back of her thighs and it creaked and swayed alarmingly as a short, thickset man clambered eagerly up on top of her. He crushed her breasts beneath him as he straddled her chest and his knees pinned her arms down.
Hands reached out to grab her wrists and she stiffened as her fingers brushed against first one, then another bulging cock. She gasped out loud as she felt her thighs yanked painfully wide and the man astride her grinned wickedly down. His fingers shook as he worked his zipper loose and hauled his still swelling cock into the open.
"Get her up......get her up."
Willing hands dragged her head up from the table and shoved her forwards. The thick cock brushed urgently against her lips and she opened her mouth to receive it even as she felt her thighs jerked even wider.
Her gasp was stifled as the cock bored into her mouth and she shuddered as another, equally thick and throbbing cock rammed into her sex. She was wet and slippery with sweat and offered no resistance as it slammed deep into her belly. Her hips bucked once, then the man's weight bore down on her as he screwed her hard. Her hands and mouth were full of cock and her vision blurred as the men crowded in to watch. The air around her was hot and heavy and she could feel herself grow hot and red as she fought for breath.
The man fucking her mouth was heavy on her breasts and his cock barely left her mouth as he pumped in and out of her. Between her thighs she could feel his companion as he rode her hard. His cock stretched her wide and her hips bucked and jerked each time he slammed into her. She arched her back desperately in an effort to find some meagre comfort on the hard table, and succeeded only in exciting her audience.
"Look.....the bitch likes it."
"That's right, baby......squirm!"
The voices were breathless with excitement, then she felt the first climax burst inside her. The man between her thighs thrust deep and stiffened against her as he came. His hips slapped noisily into her soft underbelly with each jet of sperm that spurted into her, then his companion too climaxed. His cock swelled hard between her lips and she choked and gagged as the hot, sticky stream spattered the back of her throat. He slipped free and spurted messily across her face to wild cries of encouragement, while she swallowed hard and gasped for breath.
The cocks held in her hands pulled free and almost at once their owners were astride her and between her thighs. More cocks filled her fingers and she was off again, one in her mouth and another rammed deep in her slit while she masturbated two more to rampant hardness.
The mood around her was electric and she felt herself caught up in the excitement. Despite the shame and degradation, despite the discomfort, despite the total lack of tenderness from those crowding close to fuck her, she felt her body respond. Her nipples swelled hard on her crushed flat breasts, and warm wetness oozed from her sex to mingle with the sweat that smeared her thighs. Her stomach lurched and she felt the first pang of arousal ripple through her belly. Her hips lifted and the cock reaming her sex plunged deeper to trigger her orgasm.
Her cries were stifled and her writhing restricted by the dead weight of the man astride her, but it didn't matter. If anything, the restriction served only to heighten the feeling of release that suddenly welled up and raged through her like a flash flood. Her hips bounced wildly against the table and her hands tightened hard around the cocks gripped in her fingers. She was only just aware of the two men climaxing inside her and practically rolled off the table before the next two could pin her down and enter her.
She lost track of how many cocks plundered her mouth and her sex as orgasm after orgasm ripped through her. Her head spun and the world faded to a blur of noise and heat as they fucked her over and over again.
Her body glistened under a sheen of sweat, liberally streaked with sperm. It dripped from her lips and pooled between her breasts and spurted out onto her thighs as each new cock slammed into her now gaping and quivering slit.
She didn't care. Her body bucked and heaved in the throes of ecstasy until at last they were done with her. Totally spent, she rolled off the table and onto the floor while the men turned their attention to the next dancer onto the stage. Rosetti looked down at her and scowled.
"What a fantastic little slut she is........and such a pity I promised her to Dominic."
Chapter 6.
"All right.....that's clean enough.....now get out here."
Reluctantly, Michelle turned off the water and stepped out of the shower. She was in Rosetti's well-appointed office and the shower was a rare treat after having made do with buckets of cold water for the past few days.
In truth she had lost track of the passage of time and had only a vague notion of how long she had been held captive in the cellar. All she knew was the mind-numbing boredom of being strapped down across the barrel, interrupted all too frequently by the relentless routine of beatings and sex. Between times she had either fretted or slept fitfully, only too aware of how her strength and resolve were being steadily sapped.
Her limbs were permanently racked with cramp and at times it seemed that no part of her body would escape the depredations of Rosetti's whip. She had been subjected to every sexual practice imaginable and had been more than a little shocked at her own reaction.
Not at her passive acceptance. That was sensible since she was invariably pinned down and to struggle merely invited punishment. No; what really shocked her was the manner and the ease at which she became aroused. Not occasionally, not reluctantly but every single time. Even when she was being beaten she could feel her body respond and she cursed the fact for it encouraged Rosetti to beat her all the harder.
When he had trooped a gaggle of waiters down to the cellar to witness her being whipped her reaction had been even stronger. It was as though she found the presence of the waiters exciting and afterwards when he had ordered her to her knees to suck on their erect cocks, she had practically orgasmed on the spot.
After that there was frequently an audience to shame her and yet more men to satisfy before she was allowed to rest and gather her strength until the next time they came for her. Now however all that seemed to be over. Rosetti had dragged her upstairs to his office and ordered her to shower thoroughly.
Both he and Henri watched her closely the whole time but she didn't care. She was out of the dismal cellar and somehow she was sure she wasn't going back. Whatever lay ahead couldn't be any worse and there might even be the chance of escape once she was outside the club. But for now Rosetti was waiting.
"Up on the desk."
He jerked his thumb brusquely towards the wide desk and Michelle hoisted herself up to sit with her legs dangling.
"Get your knees up.......right up to your tits like this."
He pushed and pulled at her until she was sitting with her knees drawn up to her chest and her arms tucked behind her legs, then Henri produced a length of rope. Deftly he bound her wrists together, then drew the rope forward between her legs and bound her ankles. Michelle grunted as he pulled the knots tight and her heart sank at the realisation of how cleverly she had been bound. She couldn't use her hands and unless she shuffled along on her bottom she couldn't even move.
Rosetti tested the ropes, then nodded and tipped her onto her side.
"We still have a little time before we go.......time to give you a last taste of France."
He laughed as he tugged down the zipper of his jeans and hauled out his cock. It was already half erect and still swelling as he pushed it towards Michelle's lips.
A last taste of France.
Michelle wondered briefly where she was being taken, then pushed the thought from her mind as Rosetti's cock prodded urgently at her mouth. She parted her lips at once and felt only the merest pang of surprise at her ready submission. It was better that way. Far better than fighting what was inevitable and suffering a thrashing into the bargain. It was awkward lying on her side and she had to wriggle around before his cock would slip easily between her lips. She could taste the sharp tang of maleness on her tongue and at once her nipples hardened and swelled against her knees. Rosetti grunted and leaned into her, his cock spearing to the back of her throat and causing her to choke and gag briefly before she could clamp her lips around him. Her cheeks bulged and she felt her tongue press hard up against the throbbing underside as he filled her mouth.
There was no way she could move her head easily but Rosetti didn't care. He thrust his hips steadily back and forth, fucking her mouth as he would her vagina or her backside. She choked again as his cock stabbed into her throat and wriggled desperately backwards. Her face was hot and she gasped for breath but Rosetti seemed not to notice. His hips pumped faster and as she attempted to wriggle back again he reached for her hair. His fingers twined tight and tears stung Michelle's eyes as he yanked her forward. Red flashes sparked in front of her eyes and she felt she would either faint or throw up. Her cheeks bulged and her lips stretched wide as Rosetti's cock swelled harder and longer, then his climax erupted into her mouth in a seemingly endless flood of sperm that threatened to choke her all over again.
Her throat worked convulsively and she coughed and spluttered helplessly. Thick white streams of sperm dribbled from the corner of her mouth to pool on the desk beneath her and at long last she felt the last jet spurt out into her throat. The breath rasped in her throat and she coughed and spluttered as she sucked in a reviving lungful of cool air.
Rosetti's cock shrank and slipped from her lips and she swallowed hard again and again. He gathered up the seepage from her lips held up his fingers for her to lick clean before pressing her face down onto the desk to lick up the spillage pooled there.
At last, red faced and gasping, she was hauled back upright, the damp patch on the desk cold and uncomfortable beneath her buttocks.
Henri pushed forward and before she realised what was happening he slapped a length of heavy adhesive tape across her mouth. Her protests sounded as no more than muffled grunts as between them, Rosetti and Henri lifted her from the desk and manhandled her through the club and into a small yard outside.
It was night and Michelle shivered at once as the cold air explored her naked body. She glanced around desperately to see where she was being taken, but could see nothing except the rear of a small truck directly ahead.
They dumped her unceremoniously onto the tailboard, then climbed up alongside her and now that her eyes were accustomed to the dark, Michelle could see that the truck was loaded with wine barrels. One stood open nearby and ignoring her increasingly desperate grunts and struggles, Henri hoisted her up and pushed her inside. It was a tight fit, made possible only by the restraints of her bondage and Michelle squealed into her gag as the top came down over her head. Pitch blackness descended at once and she had to fight down a rising tide of panic as she heard and felt the top being wedged in place.
Everything went quiet for a while, then she heard muffled thumps nearby, followed by a sharp jolt as the truck got under way. She was firmly wedged and totally unable to either move or cry out as the truck ground its way out of town. Where she was going she had no idea. Only the spasmodic jolts of the barrel as the truck negotiated tight bends in the road reassured her that she hadn't been abandoned, but that was of little comfort. She was hot and cramped and very frightened. Abruptly the motion changed to a much rougher jolting and she guessed the truck had turned off the main road.
Her heart pounded madly. Where was she and who would be waiting for her?
The truck pulled up with a jerk and she heard a chorus of muffled bangs and thumps as the tailgate was released, then without warning she was tipped onto her side. She banged painfully against the walls of the barrel as it rolled down a ramp to the ground and lay stunned and panting as it rolled to a halt. More muffled thumps echoed around her, then the top was wrenched loose and the barrel was upended to tip her like a limp rag onto a bed of shingle.
After her stifling confinement in the barrel, the night air felt crisp and cold. Michelle shivered as goose-bumps prickled her skin and her nipples hardened to tight, hard points on her breasts. The sharp shingle dug painfully into her flanks and she could hear the sound of the sea close by. As her eyes grew accustomed to the darkness she could make out a hunched group of figures standing a little way off. A snatch of laughter was carried on the wind, then the group moved towards her.
She shivered as they drew closer, then she realised they had stopped short of where she lay. She strained her eyes to see what was happening and caught sight of a pale shape lying on the sand. Of course......the other girls had been brought here too. Now she strained desperately to both see and hear what was going on.
A torch glimmered briefly and outlined the hunched form of another girl hog-tied in the same way she was herself, before the press of bodies blotted out the light. Coarse laughter floated on the wind and when Michelle shivered again it was not entirely due to the cold. She and her fellow captives had obviously been brought to this remote beach for some form of inspection. The torchlight glimmered fitfully in the midst of the small crowd and Michelle strained again to see what was happening.
Several men seemed to be crouched low over the girl but what they were doing to her Michelle could only imagine. She would find out for herself soon enough anyway, but unable to move from the position in which she had been dumped she had no choice other than to watch helplessly.
After a short interval, the group moved away towards another hunched and silent form and the whole performance was repeated again. The tension was unbearable, but all too soon the group moved steadfastly towards where she lay. They were fewer in number now as several breakaway groups remained clustered around the other girls who were being shifted around the beach and sorted into huddled groups. Low laughter and the sound of an occasional slap drifted on the wind but Michelle had eyes only for the four or five men approaching her.
Rosetti was in the lead and even though she had to strain to see him plainly, Michelle could sense he was nervous. He was chattering non stop to the man by his side, who Michelle guessed was the buyer brought here to inspect her. To inspect her and then buy her like an animal. Despite her revulsion at the whole idea she suddenly found herself hoping that the buyer found her acceptable. If he didn't, then presumably she would be taken back to the club. That was a dreadful enough prospect in itself but apart from anything else, she feared Rosetti's reaction if she was found wanting in any respect.
He squatted down beside her and rolled her over onto her back, heedless of the shingle scraping against her skin. Her legs stuck out inelegantly and lewdly and she was horribly aware of her bare backside and belly lying suddenly open and exposed. The beam of a torch flickered briefly across her body, then centred on her face.
"Like you said, Rosetti......she's the image of her sister."
"Fucks like her too.......but she's just a little more ladylike about it."
"You mean she puts up a struggle?"
"Yeah.....but not too much that a lick or two of a whip can't cure."
Everyone laughed and Michelle felt tears pricking her eyes.
They were talking about her as though she wasn't there and it was so untrue what they were saying. After the floggings she'd endured at the club, who wouldn't submit? The torch flickered over her again and the buyer crouched close. Michelle felt her stomach heave. This was the moment she had been dreading. This was the moment he would presumably put her to some test to satisfy himself that whatever claims Rosetti had made were true. Her stomach heaved again but she couldn't resist the urge to study him. After all, he was the reason she had been brought here. His body beneath his windcheater and jeans seemed lean and fit and his hair was very blond. He spoke with a faint but distinct accent that sounded German or possibly Austrian and he was much younger than she had expected. She had been half expecting a fat, middle-aged lecher and to be faced by a handsome young man barely half way through his thirties came as something of a surprise.
For a few moments she felt a surge of hope, then she looked into his eyes and a cold fear gripped her. His gaze was utterly dispassionate, his eyes flicking over her and appraising her with a total lack of emotion.
"Well, she seems fit enough......what do you think, Mitzi?"
With a shock, Michelle realised that one member of the group was a woman. She stood a little further back from the others but now as she stepped forward Michelle could see she was even younger than her companion. She felt a rush of shame at being so lewdly displayed in the presence of another woman but there was nothing she could do as the girl squatted alongside her.
Like her companion she was slim and blonde and dressed in windcheater and slacks but in addition she carried a slender leather riding crop. It dangled from her wrist and brushed against Michelle's flanks as she reached forward.
Her hands slipped along Michelle's thighs and down beneath her raised-up knees to briefly fondle her breasts. Michelle held her breath as her face flamed red with shame but all the same she could feel her nipples tingle as the girl's fingertips traced lightly across her breasts.
"Seems all right so far.......can you get her legs apart a little more?"
Michelle grunted helplessly into her gag as her knees were seized and hauled wide apart. Her bonds chafed at her ankles and her face flamed hot as she felt her sex and backside pulled open.
The girl's slim finger dipped into her sex, her sharp fingernail causing Michelle to catch her breath as she burrowed deep. Moments later it withdrew and jabbed briefly into her backside, the sharp nail bringing tears to Michelle's eyes.
"Seems tight enough to me, Dominic .......despite Rosetti's best efforts."
They all laughed and Mitzi wiped her finger clean on Michelle's belly before rising to join Dominic. There was a short discussion and Michelle lay still, hardly daring to believe what was happening to her as money changed hands. She was being sold.....right here in the open she was being sold. They had no right......no right at all and yet she was powerless to prevent it.
A handshake sealed the deal and Rosetti strode away without a backward glance.
Dominic and Mitzi were already turning to go, then Michelle felt herself lifted from the ground. Two men had her, their hands beneath her shoulders and her bottom as they carried her down the beach. She could see them grinning down at her and her heart pounded as she wondered where they were going.
Not far as it turned out. Their feet splashed in the water at the shore and she was dumped in the bottom of an inflatable boat while they turned their attention to pushing off a sleeker power boat beached alongside. She heard the engine note rise as it drew away from the beach, then the inflatable too was pushed off and the two men clambered aboard.
Both of them ignored her and it was obvious that they cared little for her comfort as she was left to roll around helplessly on the cold, wet floor of the boat as it headed out to sea. Cold spray broke over the stubby bow and soaked her as she bounced around and by the time the boat slowed as it came alongside a much larger vessel she was thoroughly wet and bruised and miserable. Only then did they pay her some attention, as one scrambled from the boat while the other rolled her onto her back.
Machinery rattled and she saw a hook on the end of a long chain descending towards her.
It was all very efficient.
Once the chain reached her the man slipped the hook around her bonds and she was lifted bodily into the air. She gasped at the sudden strain on her wrists and ankles and spun wildly as she was hoisted high, then swayed inboard and dumped heavily on the deck of the larger vessel.
Feet pounded busily around her and the inflatable boat was hoisted aboard even as she felt the throb of engines from somewhere beneath her and the vessel got under way. Even then, she was left where she lay for almost half an hour until Mitzi stepped out onto the deck. She had changed clothes and now wore a leather waistcoat and mini skirt, although she still carried the crop and Michelle eyed her nervously.
She had two crewmen with her and she motioned them forward.
"Get her on her feet."
Without ceremony they bent to cut the ropes binding her wrists and ankles and hauled her to her feet. Michelle swayed and would have fallen if not for their grip on her arms, then she felt the bite of steel and heard the sharp snap of a set of handcuffs clipped about her wrists. She was just as helpless as before and worse still, there seemed even less chance of escape.
That she was on some kind of boat or ship was very obvious and equally obviously it was headed out into the open sea. Mitzi watched her and noted with satisfaction how she accepted her situation with apparent calm. Some girls panicked even at this late stage.
She stepped forward and ripped the tape from Michelle's mouth.
"Hurt, did it?"
Michelle worked her mouth carefully. Her skin felt raw where Mitzi had ripped the tape away and she nodded, not trusting herself to speak.
"Good...."
Mitzi's eyes narrowed and as she lifted the crop she noted with delight the way Michelle's eyes were immediately drawn to it.
"Just so you know, you are now aboard the yacht Rhine Maiden, which is to be your home for the next few days."
Michelle nodded again and continued to eye the crop nervously.
"I believe our friend Rosetti has already explained a little of why you are here but just to make things perfectly clear, Dominic owns you now, body and soul.......understand?"
Michelle struggled to frame a reply and Mitzi's eyes flashed dangerously. The crop lifted and cracked down across her bare breast with a force that brought tears to her eyes and a squeal of pain from her lips.
"I said, do you understand?"
"Y....yes.."
Crack!
Crack!
Michelle's breasts shook and she howled out loud as the tip of the crop stung her tender nipples.
"Yes what?"
The crop tapped threateningly and Michelle's brain raced.
"I....I mean yes, mistress."
"That's better."
Mitzi relaxed but Michelle's nerves were on edge. Her nipples burned where the crop had slashed at her and she didn't want to annoy Mitzi any more.
"Now you know we have your sister, so we already know everything about you and most of all we know that nobody is going to come looking for you."
Michelle nodded slightly. She had already worked that out for herself. Her father was a petty criminal currently serving a four year term and she hadn't seen her mother since she had taken a lover and moved to the south coast.
Michaela had succeeded in alienating most of their boyfriends before taking herself off on what had obviously been an ill fated jaunt around Europe and Michelle herself, overshadowed by her sister's personality had always found it hard to make friends. No.......there was no chance of anyone bothering to look for her.
Mitzi nodded as she watched Michelle think it through yet again.
"So.......you belong to us now......to Dominic......you're his slave......bought and paid for and his to use however he pleases.........understand?"
"Yes, mistress."
"So what are you?"
"I.....I'm a slave, mistress."
"That's right......you're a worthless, miserable little slave....and just so you remember that fact you'll address me as mistress, Dominic as master and the crew as sir at all times.......understand?"
"Yes, mistress."
Tears pricked Michelle's eyes and she was painfully aware of the crewmen at her side taking great amusement from her humiliation.
Thankfully, Mitzi was almost finished with her. She shivered as a chill wind blew across the deck and gestured impatiently.
"Get her below now, before we all catch our death of cold."
She strode off forward and the crewmen hustled Michelle quickly through an open door and down a narrow stairway. The throb of machinery was louder and it was wonderfully warm after the piecing chill of the open deck. Michelle's skin tingled as she was hustled along a narrow corridor, then halted in front of a metal door. One of the men pushed it open and nudged her forward.
"In there."
The room beyond was no more than a narrow, metal walled cubicle with a toilet fitment and a shower stall. He indicated the toilet with a brusque jerk of his thumb and grinned at her discomfort.
"Use that if you need to.......in fact, use it anyway....you won't get much chance to later."
Michelle opened her mouth to protest, then thought better of it. After all, the humiliation and indignity was no more than Rosetti had made her suffer and she did need to relieve herself. There was no attempt made to free her wrists and both crewmen lounged openly against the open door as she struggled to sit on the toilet.
"Now.....into the shower.......come on.....you know better than that........get turned round so we can see you, and get those legs spread."
Again no effort was made to free her wrists as Michelle stepped carefully into the narrow stall and manoeuvred into position. The floor was cold beneath her feet and the narrow side meant that her feet pressed hard up against the walls, but the man seemed satisfied enough. His arm brushed against her breasts as he reached past her to unhook the shower head from the wall. He fiddled with the mixer tap, then twisted it to full and directed a freezing jet of spray down onto her back.
Even though she'd been expecting the water to be cold, Michelle gasped aloud at the sudden shock. She staggered forwards and almost slipped as the spray streamed down her back and between her thighs. The man grinned and brought the shower head round to the front and she gasped again at the sudden freezing shock across her belly and breasts. She felt her breasts harden immediately and her nipples puckered up into tight buds as she backed away from the chilling onslaught until she came hard up against the wall.
The spray doused her and the stall was so narrow there was no way to turn to avoid the freezing assault. She shivered and gasped for breath and her feet slipped on the wet floor but the crewman relentlessly sprayed every inch of her. The water felt like icy needles pricking deep into her flesh, numbing her senses and robbing her of breath.
Wickedly and without warning, the man thrust the shower jet between her thighs to direct the spray fully into her belly. The shock took away what little breath Michelle had left and she gasped and spluttered helplessly as he thrust it closer up against her. Her soft flesh shrivelled and shrank back from the freezing torrent and she began to shiver uncontrollably.
Satisfied at last, the man turned off the spray and stood watching contemptuously while she fought herself back under control. She felt cold and wretched, all resistance drained out of her as they watched her until at last her tormentor replaced the shower jet and beckoned her forward.
"All right......now get out of there and come with us."
Water dripped from her body to the floor and even the warmth of the corridor failed to lift her spirits as they opened another door and pushed her inside.
The room they pushed her into was no more than a sparse cubicle. There was no porthole and the walls were painted a uniform white. The only furnishing, if it could be graced with such a description, was thin mattress rolled up in one corner.
The thing that caught Michelle's attention however was the slender steel bar running the full length of the room and firmly bolted to the wall at each end. At first she was puzzled about its purpose, then she caught sight of a stout hook hanging down from the ceiling and things became a little clearer. The crewmen caught her look of understanding and laughed loudly.
"That's right, darling........we string you up from that hook and leave you to rub your hot little cunt against the cold, hard bar.........no substitute for a real man but better than nothing.......right?"
They roared with laughter again as she looked around her in dismay, but there was no avoiding the inevitable. She backed up to the bar and prepared to swing her leg over but one of the men stopped her.
"Don't be in such a rush......we have to get you ready first like Mitzi told us."
From beneath the mattress he pulled out a handful of leather straps and beckoned her close. With his companion crowding the narrow doorway, Michelle had no choice other than to comply.
"That's right.........let's have your hands first.....out front and don't give me any trouble."
The now familiar feeling of helplessness descended on her as the cuffs around her wrists were released only to be snapped shut again as her hands were brought round in front. It seemed she was destined never to regain control of her hands, but there was worse to come. From the bundle of straps at his feet, the man selected a wide belt and passed it quickly around her waist.
"Turn around."
The belt slid around her hips as she turned to face the door and as the man buckled it across the small of her back, she realised there was no way she could reach behind to free herself. Two slender straps dangled down like long suspenders in front of her thighs but Michelle's attention was momentarily distracted from those as the buckle was pulled tight. She staggered and sucked in her breath as the belt cinched tight.
"That'll do......now spread those legs."
The smile on the face of the man by the door mocked her as she shuffled her feet apart. Even with her cuffed hands held low there was no way she could conceal the way her sex peeled open as her thighs parted. She forced herself to stand still as the man behind her crouched down and fumbled between her legs.
His hands closed around the dangling straps and as he pulled them back under her belly, his companion crouched down in front of her. His face was mere inches from her sex and she felt her cheeks burn with shame as his fingers burrowed between her thighs. He fumbled around for a few seconds, then grunted in satisfaction. At once, Michelle felt the two thin straps bite into her soft underbelly as the man behind took up the tension.
The man crouched in front of her had positioned a strap to each side of her sex and as the tension increased, Michelle felt herself being pulled lewdly open. She could feel the soft inner lips of her sex as they bulged out from between the confining bands of leather and she blushed furiously at the thought of how shamefully she was being exposed. Just as she feared she was going to be cut in two, the man in front of her grunted again and she felt the straps buckled to the belt behind her.
"Now you can get over the bar."
With the straps biting into her at every movement and her wrists cuffed in front, there was no way she could easily position herself. In the end, she had to lean along the bar and grasp it with both hands while she shuffled her hips up onto the top. The two men looked on in amusement until she succeeded in balancing herself precariously along the bar, then both of them grabbed her. They were quick and efficient. While one held her legs, the other hauled her upright and lifted her arms above her head. Her body strained taut, then the chain on her cuffs slid over the point of the hook to hold her in place.
Even as she sagged limply back down onto the bar, she felt her legs seized. Her knees were bent right back and her ankles held crossed above the bar while a strap was tied tight around them. A final strap around her thighs bound her legs together and prevented her toppling to the side; then both men stepped back to admire their work.
Michelle was held in extraordinary tension. Her body was tipped slightly forward and stretched taut to the hook above her head. The straps between her thighs kept her sex forced open as her belly pressed down on the bar. She was barely able to move, held in place both by her own weight and the straps around her ankles and thighs. Already she could feel the cold hardness of the bar as it dug into her belly and already her arms were beginning to ache from the strain of holding herself upright.
"Is she ready?"
Mitzi stepped through the door and both men crowded back to make room for her. She surveyed Michelle's plight slowly and carefully, then nodded in approval.
"Is that uncomfortable, Michelle?"
"Yes....yes, mistress."
There was no point in lying. Michelle was all too aware by now that no matter how bad her situation, it could easily be made a little worse. Mitzi nodded and turned to go.
"I suppose it must be, but I'm afraid it's something you'll just have to get used to.......we'll come back in an hour and see how you feel about it then."
Both men leered at her as they followed Mitzi from the room and as the door clanged shut behind them Michelle sagged limply.
An hour!
It was the longest hour of her life.
She stared hard at the bare wall and breathed slowly and deeply in an effort to ignore the nagging aches creeping through her limbs. She squeezed her eyes shut and strained her body upwards in a vain attempt to ease the awful pressure on her belly but it was all in vain. By the end of the hour she was in torment. Her arms and legs ached with a deep, throbbing intensity and between her thighs the bar dug relentlessly into her most sensitive flesh. The leather straps felt like steel bands clamped around her soft underbelly and her sex felt on fire. The smallest movement was enough to bring a gasp to her lips and yet there was no way she could remain absolutely still. Her whole body was racked with cramp and she feared unless she was freed soon she would faint.
The opening of the door came as some relief and she peered round to see who had come for her. It was Mitzi and one of the crewmen who had strung her up. She gazed submissively but hopefully at the young woman, who took her time in surveying her very carefully as before.
"Had enough?"
"Yes, mistress.....oh, yes."
Michelle felt her heart pounding madly as Mitzi gestured the crewman forward. Whatever else was in store for her she was to be released. A wave of relief washed over her, then just as suddenly her hopes were dashed. Far from moving to free her, the man positioned himself close behind her and reached for her breasts. Mitzi smiled as she saw Michelle's eyes widen in shock and she shook her head slowly.
"You haven't suffered nearly enough yet, you stupid little bitch........in fact, I've barely started to have fun with you."
Michelle wailed in dismay but Mitzi cut her short.
"Shut up right now or I'll have you gagged.......all right, Danny........do your stuff and remember, I want her nipples really hard."
Michelle's flesh crawled as Danny's hands closed over her breasts. His fingers were thick and rough skinned and she could feel his breath hot against her cheek as he squeezed her pliant flesh.
"Nice tits, sweetheart.......nice and firm......just the way we like them."
He chuckled softly as his fingers encircled her nipples and Michelle stiffened in his grasp. Quite unexpectedly she could feel herself beginning to respond to his touch. She swallowed hard and fought against it but there was no denying the insidious feeling of arousal creeping into her breasts. Already she could feel a faint flush of perspiration beading her skin and her nipples tingled with an all too familiar sensation.
Danny chuckled again as he felt her swelling teats press urgently against his hands. He leaned into her, stroking and fondling her persistently until her resistance crumbled. The cramp that racked her limbs was suddenly swept away on a rising tide of arousal. She was suddenly hot and bathed in a sheen of sweat. Her breasts quivered and her nipples stood out hard and proud as she writhed slowly and sensuously in Danny's grasp. Even the unyielding bar across which she was perched seemed to fuel feelings of lust building inside her as her sex lips swelled hot and wet against the cold, hard metal.
Through half closed eyes she saw Mitzi watching her closely and felt suddenly ashamed at the display she knew she was presenting, but try as she might she couldn't prevent her body responding to the lewd stimulation.
Mitzi nodded abruptly and Michelle gasped in shock as Danny lifted his hands from her body. Her nipples tingled and throbbed and she moaned softly as Mitzi reached out for her. Only when Mitzi's hand came close did Michelle see what she was holding between her fingers and her stomach lurched. She was holding a slender brass ring by two small tabs set into its bottom.
Even though she had never seen such a device she understood its purpose and her stomach lurched again. She watched in horrified fascination as Mitzi squeezed on the tabs and the top of the ring opened. There was no way her engorged nipples could fit inside such a tight circle but that was clearly Mitzi's intention.
Whimpering nervously she forced herself to remain still as Mitzi gripped the swollen bud her left nipple and teased it out from her breast. The metal felt cold against her skin as the open jaws of the ring were worked slowly and carefully over the throbbing, distended bud and Michelle bit her lip. More than anything else she feared the sharp sting of the metal biting into her as the jaws closed but the ring snapped shut cleanly and Mitzi reached for her right breast. Again Michelle felt a wild stab of panic as the second ring was worked into position, then it too closed with an audible click and she sighed with relief.
She opened her eyes and stared down at herself, amazed at the sight which confronted her. The rings gripped tight and her nipples strained out from the confining bands. They were already swollen harder and fatter than she had ever seen them before and they felt incredibly sensitive. Every breath she took sent a small spasm rippling through her breasts and when Mitzi flicked at her with her fingers, she was unable to suppress a sharp gasp.
The feeling was unlike anything she had ever experienced. Not exactly pain but certainly not pleasure. She squirmed and gasped as Mitzi's fingers flicked at her again, each flick just hard enough to jolt a spasm of pure sensation through her breasts.
Perversely, she felt her body respond to the cruel stimulation. Her nipples swelled harder and between her thighs her sex peeled open and oozed hot, sticky juices onto the bar beneath her. Mitzi smiled in triumph at the response she had provoked and stepped back to survey her victim.
"Another hour and then perhaps you'll be ready."
Michelle sagged helplessly. Another hour of torment! She couldn't bear the thought......and ready for what? Her mind recoiled from the idea as the door clanged shut and left her alone with her misery.
Already she was worse off than before. The sharp, almost pleasurable tingle in her nipples was being driven out by a dull nagging ache that promised to grow into real agony. She breathed deeply and tried not to count the minutes until Mitzi's return. Every movement brought a separate dimension of discomfort to her pain-racked limbs and by the time Mitzi returned for the second time, she was prepared to do anything at all if it meant being released from the dreadful bondage. Mitzi had other ideas. Far from being ready to release her, Mitzi had come prepared to increase her torment still further and as she entered the room Michelle's eye widened in horror. Mitzi had come alone, but in her hand she carried a riding crop.
She looked excited and Michelle choked back the urge to scream as she swished the crop through the air. Her eyes glittered brightly as she reached out to brush the flattened leather tip of the crop across the taut, quivering skin of Michelle's stomach. Michelle flinched but there was no escape as the crop trailed lightly but threateningly up her body.
Mitzi grinned wickedly at Michelle's obvious fear as she paid particular attention to the proud swell of her breasts. She rapped the crop repeatedly on the soft undersides and teased at Michelle's swollen nipples until she writhed and moaned helplessly. Every touch of the crop on her body was a torment and yet, despite her fear she could feel herself becoming aroused again.
Hot and drenched with sweat she swayed from side to side. She could feel her thighs running wet with the thick dampness oozing from her belly and her head began to spin. Twice she slumped forward to be pulled up short by the painful jolt on her arms as the cuffs held her. Twice she hauled herself instinctively back only to writhe and twist again as Mitzi alternately rapped and stroked her with the crop. Her breasts bounced and shook and she cried out aloud as sharp spasms of pain gripped her confined nipples. The steel bar ground repeatedly up against her sex, its surface slick now with the juices that oozed steadily from her belly. Despite her desperate efforts to remain still, her whole body was in motion.
Her softest, most tender flesh was gripped in a cruel web of bondage and tortured almost beyond reason. She moaned and gasped as all the while Mitzi tormented her further, rapping at her sharply and repeatedly with the tip of the crop. Sweat poured from Michelle's body. Her breasts jiggled and shook and her belly was a pit of hot, streaming moisture as she sawed back and forth along the bar. The last vestiges of her self control were ebbing fast and she closed her eyes as the warm feeling of arousal washed over her.
Crack!
Whack!
With a speed and force that took her breath away she felt the crop streak twice across her backside. Her instinctive squeal of pain echoed around the small cubicle and the frantic thrusting of her hips bore eloquent testimony to the fiery heat flaring through her. Her eyes snapped wide open and she fought for breath as she felt the bar dig deep into her belly in response to her wild gyrations.
Whack!
Thwack!
Barely giving her time to recover, Mitzi whipped in two more searing strokes across the front of her thighs. Michelle screamed and bucked wildly in response. Her belly bounced against the bar and her sex lips convulsed and quivered as they suckered tight around it, soaking the metal with her now freely flowing juices. Her breasts shuddered and shook. Her trapped nipples swelled even harder and sharp, spasmodic spasms shook her belly. Again she gasped for breath as she swivelled her eyes towards Mitzi in a silent plea for mercy but Mitzi was relentless.
Crack!
Crack!
This time the flat plane of her belly bore the brunt of the lash and Mitzi's eyes narrowed in pleasure at the sight of her victim's helpless struggles. She was excited and aroused herself, her nipples straining against the thin silk of her blouse and a steady ooze of moisture from her belly dampening her panties. She slipped one hand beneath the hem of her short skirt and fingered herself slowly as she raised the lash again.
Michelle writhed desperately as her body became a battleground of emotion. She trembled on the brink of release but her orgasm was held at bay by the sharp sting of the crop across her most tender flesh.
Mitzi's eyes narrowed further and the crop whistled through the air.
Thwack!
Thwack!
Thwack!
Thwack!
Michelle screamed and her body jerked wildly back and forth as the lash cut alternately into her backside and belly.
Whack!
Whack!
Two more savage cuts across the front of her thighs choked off her screams but her body continued to twist and squirm as the savage heat flared through her. Mitzi knew she couldn't take much more but she wanted to time it right. She wanted to succumb to her own orgasm at exactly the moment her victim collapsed in a helpless, sobbing heap.
Already that time was very close. She dug her fingers deeper into the hot pit of her belly and swung the lash with a fierce determination.
Thwack!
Thwack!
Michelle's voice cracked as the crop tore into the soft, inviting underside of her jutting breasts. Her eyes snapped wide open and her body heaved desperately. Mitzi's eyes widened in triumph and she swung the crop again.
Whack!
Even as Michelle's tortured breasts shook under the blow, Mitzi knew she had left it too late. Tormented beyond endurance, Michelle's body succumbed to the swelling tide of orgasm that churned in her belly. Her head went back and her trapped limbs shook and shuddered. Her hips jerked and her breasts quivered as she rocked back and forth across the bar. Sweat poured from her and her thighs trembled. The breath rasped loud in her throat and only her bonds held her upright as orgasm after orgasm ripped through her.
Mitzi felt her own thighs tremble and the crop fell from her limp fingers as she reached for her belly. Her own orgasm was building fast and as she dug her questing fingers deeper into her own dripping slit she felt the first glorious flood of release. Her eyes were wide, locked onto the delicious spectacle of Michelle as she writhed and squirmed so shamelessly in her bonds. Gasping and whimpering she dropped to her knees and for long moments the small room rang to her ecstatic cries and the more anguished gasps of her tethered, tormented victim. Orgasm after orgasm racked the their heated bodies until at last neither one could take any more and the high, keening cries were replaced by low, laboured gasps.
Michelle hung slumped in her bonds, heedless of the tearing ache in her shoulders. Her breasts throbbed steadily and the steel bar felt rough and raw against her belly. Small tremors rippled through her and she shuddered with each laboured breath. Her eyes were misted with sweat and if not for her bonds she would have slid limply to the floor.
Mitzi too was finished. On shaking legs she pushed herself to her feet and into the corridor outside. Michelle watched her go. She was confused and exhausted and longed to be released and as if reading her thoughts Mitzi turned in the doorway.
"Danny will come soon and then you can rest.....until tomorrow."
She smiled thinly and disappeared leaving Michelle alone with her aches and her thoughts. Vaguely she was aware that while she may have passed some kind of test there was more, much more still to come.
Chapter 7.
"Well......how is she?"
Michelle snapped her eyes open at the sound of Dominic's voice. The crewman, Danny had released her from her bonds and taken her down from the bar where she had lain exhausted after Mitzi had finished tormenting her. Now she was lying on the thin mattress, her wrists and ankles tethered to leather loops sewn into the corners and she had been half asleep. Despite her predicament she felt surprisingly warm and relaxed in the afterglow of the shattering orgasms that had so recently raged through her, but the brusque enquiry set her pulse racing again. Glancing quickly round, she saw Mitzi standing by the side of the door and Dominic himself standing a few feet away watching them both. As though in mockery of her own drained condition, he looked cool and relaxed with a glass of champagne in his hand. He was dressed in a short bathrobe and Michelle felt a sharp spasm in her belly as she realised he was probably naked beneath it.
"She's fine.......see for yourself."
Mitzi gestured towards the simple bed as Michelle attempted to push herself upright.
"No.....don't move.......I want to look at you just as you are now."
Settling himself alongside her, Dominic scrutinized her carefully before turning his attention once more to Mitzi.
"She looks shagged out.......I hope you didn't get carried away."
Mitzi stared back at him, her expression guarded and wary.
"I might have done........but she's alright....really."
"I hope so......for your sake."
Michelle lay back, struggling to make some sense of the conversation. Her mind was still a little foggy but she guessed that Dominic wanted her himself and would be annoyed if she was too worn out to accommodate him.
"She's alright, Dominic....she'll be fine in a minute or two."
Dominic ignored her protestations, sipping his champagne thoughtfully and staring at Mitzi over the rim of the glass.
"How many times did she come?"
Mitzi shuffled her feet.
"I'm not sure.......twice.......three times, maybe.......she was really hot for it, Dominic."
"Three times, maybe........well let me see."
Without ceremony, Dominic delved his hand between Michelle's thighs and opened her roughly to his probing fingers. A shudder racked her body as he found the still tingling and quivering lips of her sex and instinctively she parted her thighs wide.
"Good......I see you understand very well."
His fingers burrowed deep inside her belly and Michelle forced herself to lie still, biting her lip to choke back the low moan of arousal as another spasm gripped her. Her sex pulsed and contracted tight around Dominic's fingers and a sudden rush of shame engulfed her at how readily she had responded to his touch.
"Well....she's hot right enough......eager for more by the feel of her......are you sure you pushed her hard enough?"
"I......I thought she was finished, Dominic......she sure looked all washed up to me."
Mitzi was on edge as Dominic eyed her. She shifted nervously from one foot to the other and stared at the floor in confusion as his eyes bored into her.
"I did my best, Dominic......really..."
"Relax......Michelle obviously recovers real fast."
"Yes, Dominic.......that must be it."
Mitzi's relief was almost pitiful to watch as Dominic turned his attention back to Michelle. His fingers slid easily in and out of her now throbbing and dripping slit and it was all she could do to suppress the urgent spasms rippling through her belly.
Abruptly he pulled out of her, wiping his fingers casually on her belly and she choked off a sharp gasp of frustration as he made to rise to his feet. Almost as an afterthought he reached for her belly again and Michelle tensed. His fingers entwined about her close-clipped pubic hair, twisting and tugging until she moaned out loud.
"I want this off........first thing in the morning."
"Yes, Dominic."
"Do the rest of her too........apart from her head I don't want a single hair left on her body by this time tomorrow."
"Yes, Dominic."
"Now get her cleaned up and lock her up for the night....and then I'll see you in my bed."
"Yes, Dominic."
He paused just outside the door and glanced back.
"Mitzi...?
"Yes, Dominic?"
"Bring the crop with you."
As Michelle slipped into a restless sleep, Mitzi made her nervous way to Dominic's cabin. Like her own cabin and in stark contrast to the bare cubicle she had left behind, it was as spacious and well furnished as any five star hotel suite. Not that it mattered to Mitzi. All that mattered to her for the moment was Dominic and what mood she would find him in. He'd been pleased by Michelle, that went without saying otherwise he wouldn't have brought her aboard. No, what made her nervous was the obvious pleasure she herself had derived from tormenting the new girl.
It was her special task, a task he himself had given her and one she relished and yet it always seemed to inspire some deep seated jealousy in Dominic. He'd told her to bring the crop, the same whippy rod she'd used to such devastating effect on the helpless Michelle and it weighed heavily in her hand as she entered his cabin.
He was waiting for her on the bed, his tanned body a dark shadow against the pale sheet. Wordlessly, he reached out to take the crop from her and she relinquished it with a slight shudder before stepping a few short paces backwards.
Quickly, she stripped for him, her body a pale, shimmering shape in the darkness of the cabin. Dominic's eyes gleamed like a cat's. He possessed excellent night vision and she knew he was watching her closely. She posed for him, her arms thrust behind her back to accentuate the proud swell of her breasts. His eyes gleamed brighter as they lingered on her firm curves and the darker, inviting circles of her nipples.
Mitzi felt the force of his gaze and thrust her shoulders back. She swayed sensuously as she approached the wide bed but her eyes strayed constantly towards the whip. The tip of her tongue darted provocatively around her slightly parted lips and she brought her hands round in front to stroke her slender thighs.
"Prickteaser.....!"
With blinding speed, Dominic snatched up the whip and slashed at her.
Swish! Whack!
Scalding tears sprang to Mitzi's eyes as her thighs took the full force of the blow. Her hands shook as she resumed her sensuous stroking and she had to swallow hard before replying.
"Only.......only your prick, Dominic."
Dominic eyed her narrowly, secretly pleased at the way she had ridden the blow.
"Are you sure?"
"Yes.......there's only you."
The flat plane of her belly fluttered as he traced the tip of the crop up towards her breasts. Her eyes glittered in the gloom as she squinted anxiously downwards. The crop slid between her full breasts and she sucked in her breath. He'd never whipped her there but there was always a first time......
Swish! Whack!
The crop blazed across her flanks and whipped round to impart a final sting across the pert cheeks of her bottom.
"Stand still!"
"Yes, Dominic........sorry, Dominic."
Her eyes brimmed with tears as she brought herself under control and braced herself for the next blow. She wanted to look down, see where the crop was aimed but already the tears blurred her vision.
Swish! Whack!
Swish! Whack!
Her face creased in pain as the crop tore into her thighs. Two angry red tracks darkened beneath her sex and she almost fell as she stumbled backwards under the force of the blows.
"Please, Dominic........no more."
She knew it was futile to beg but that was what Dominic wanted to hear. Screams and howls came easily and signified only suffering and pain. Grovelling was a sign of his control over her, an assurance that he and he alone had control over her. The tip of the crop tapped menacingly against her flanks and she stiffened in dreadful anticipation.
Swish! Whack!
Swish! Whack!
Again the atrocious blaze ripped into her. She stumbled to her knees and bent double, her arms crossed tight across her belly as she cradled her burning flesh.
"I decide when you've had enough, Mitzi......does it hurt?"
"Yes, Dominic.......oh yes.......it hurts."
She raised her head slowly and almost cried with relief as she saw him drop the crop onto the bed.
"Then I think you've had enough........for now."
"Thank you, Dominic."
She gritted her teeth against the fiery blaze in her thighs as she rose slowly to her feet. It was over now until the next time and while that would come all too soon, for now Dominic had other needs. For now, for as long as she could prolong his pleasure, he would treat her almost as an equal. Carefully, she slid onto the bed and knelt astride his legs. Her shoulders dipped and she forced a smile as she saw his eyes follow the gentle sway of her breasts.
"Come closer."
His hands reached for her and she inched forward. His hands reached out again but she stayed tantalisingly just out of reach. Her own hands slipped lightly along his thighs and gently cupped his already half erect cock. It twitched between her fingers but she pouted in mock disappointment.
"Oh, Dominic......how can I have failed to arouse you?"
"It's too dark........I couldn't see you properly."
"But you can feel me......ahhhhh.......that's better."
Her voice purred seductively as her fingers worked him rapidly to hardness. She could feel the excitement rise up inside him as his cock swelled, thickened and surged up from his groin. He lay still, his gaze fixed on the soft sway of her full breasts as she masturbated him.
"Are your nipples hard?"
She licked her lips and lifted one hand to her breasts.
"Yes......."
"Were they hard when you whipped that little slut down in the hold?"
"Yes.........but not like this."
"Lying bitch!"
Dominic's laughter rang around the cabin as he reared up suddenly and grabbed her. He pulled her down onto his body and held her close. Mitzi laughed too. She bit back her instinctive gasp of pain and wriggled enticingly as her body pressed down on his. Her nipples pressed down on his chest while his cock throbbed urgently beneath her belly.
"She's going to be good, Dominic.......I could tell right away.........and she'll learn fast."
"But you won't let that spoil your fun."
"Of course not.........that's what I'm here for."
Dominic grinned up at her. She was his ace card, the final devastating shock to his reluctant captives. Lulled into an initial sense of relief at the presence of a woman on board, they discovered all too soon that she could be as implacably cruel as any man. Even worse for them, they soon came to learn that while he held her in high regard, she too feared him in her own way and she would do anything to avoid his displeasure. Together they could break even the most stubborn-willed woman in a matter of weeks.
She wriggled free of his arms and pushed herself up onto her hands and knees. Her breasts dangled full and heavy above his chest and her belly rubbed softly against his cock as she swayed forward.
Dominic's fingers traced along her thighs and moved on up the length of her spine. She arched her back and gasped softly, her bare breasts bouncing against his chest. Between her legs, his cock reared up to nuzzle at the moist lips of her sex and she gasped again. Dominic gripped her tight. His thumbs dug into the soft underside of her breasts as he pulled her down onto his chest.
"You want it......don't you?"
"Yes......yes......I want it."
Her hips lifted and squirmed as the swollen head of his cock slipped along the deep crease of her soft underbelly. She thrust back hard but his hands gripped her tight.
"Please, Dominic.......please....."
She squirmed again and he smiled up at her.
"You put on a good act, Mitzi......a real good act."
"So what do you care?"
She squirmed against him.
"All you want is your own pleasure.....so take it now."
She was right. Jaded by years of surrounding himself with naked and for the most part submissive young girls, Dominic cared only for his own pleasure. Even then, he refrained from fucking the girls under his control. That would be a weakness and besides, he had Mitzi to cater to his immediate needs.
Even so, she was kept at a distance. She existed to train the girls and keep them in line and between times to bring him sexual release. He was not so jaded that he couldn't appreciate the sight of a young, naked woman and the sight of a young, naked woman writhing under the lash excited him as much as any man. At such moments he looked to Mitzi to bring him the release his body needed. Straight, hard sex.........but not until she in her turn had writhed a little under the sting of the lash. Not until the sight and sound of her suffering had fuelled his lust.
His true passion if indeed he possessed any at all, was reserved for a handful of special women. Rich women, powerful women but to none of whom he owed any commitment. Mitzi knew and understood. Afterwards if she wished, she could seek her own pleasures elsewhere.
Now she shook his hands loose and lunged forward. Her breasts dangled above his face like ripe fruit and his cock reared up between her thighs. She lifted her hips higher and edged backwards. The taut skin of her belly fluttered as his cock slipped under her and she eased forwards. His tongue darted out to tease her nipples. His cock throbbed hot between her thighs and she felt her tender lips swell out to enfold it. She settled slowly backwards, her breath hissing between her teeth as he filled her. His lips and tongue worried at her nipples and she gasped softly in the gloom. Her hips ground against his in slow, sensuous gyrations that bedded him deeper into her belly. Her back arched and she hissed again. Her hips ground faster and her breasts bounced gently in his hands.
His eyes shone bright and he gripped her harder. Her nipples throbbed between his fingers and she cried out softly as he teased them out from her breasts. He could feel her hot and wet against him, her soft buttocks bouncing on his hard-muscled thighs as her hips worked steadily up and down.
Faster and faster her hips moved. Stronger and stronger her breasts bounced in his hands. Her body glistened in a sheen of sweat and he could hear her breath rasping shallow in her throat. His cock reared up harder inside her and he sucked in his breath.
"You bastard.......you bastard....."
She rode him breathlessly, her belly fluttering against his as he swelled up inside her. Her sex convulsed and squeezed tight around him and she thrust down desperately as he came inside her. Her breath escaped in a long drawn out sigh, then she was shaking and shuddering above him. Her sex convulsed again and again as though to milk him dry as he spattered her dripping slit with jet after jet of hot, sticky cream. Her breasts heaved and as the last of his stream spurted up into her she collapsed limply across his broad chest.
As his cock slipped from her sex, she rolled over to lie face down alongside him. Her body was tense but as the minutes slipped by she relaxed and drifted into a light sleep. Dominic shifted slightly and raised himself up on one elbow to watch her. In the pale moonlight that filtered through the cabin windows she looked superb. Her slender body lay stretched out along the length of the bed with the firm swell of her bottom jutting up and out. A thin smile lifted the corners of his mouth and his eyes narrowed in cruel anticipation as his fingers closed around the crop.
Next morning Michelle was roused early. She was stiff and sore and the welts left by Mitzi's crop stood out on her pale skin like thin, dark ropes. Thankfully her skin wasn't broken but the welts were very tender to the touch and Michelle couldn't avoid wincing as she stretched the cramp from her limbs.
Danny the crewman brought her breakfast of bread and cheese and a glass of fruit juice and watched with amusement as she huddled in a corner of her narrow cell to eat it.
"Too late for any modesty now, sweetheart.....if the guys want to look they'll damn well look and do a lot more besides.......you'll see.
She did her best to ignore his jibes while she used the toilet and shower, then followed him up onto the deck. It was a beautiful morning and in other circumstances she would have appreciated the beauty of the dawn sunlight on the calm blue sea but as it was, the ship was her prison and the sea made a very effective wall. As though reading her thoughts or perhaps to discourage any wild notions of escape, Danny waved his arm over the rail.
"We had a girl once who tried to jump ship......dived clean overboard and tried to swim for it."
"What happened?"
Danny grinned at the memory.
"We pushed out the inflatable and just cruised round her until she was ready to climb back on board, then the skipper said that if she liked the water so much she could have her fill."
Michelle felt her stomach lurch as Danny's grin grew broader.
"We whipped her good, then tied her across the bows....you know....like a figurehead.........after a few hours out there she suddenly wasn't so keen on the water any more."
He strolled off and left Michelle to her thoughts for a few minutes.
She switched her attention from the sea and gazed around her, surprised at how large the yacht seemed. It was at least fifty metres from bow to stern with sleek, modern lines and gleaming paintwork. She was standing on the main deck but there was another sundeck above her and a smaller, more sheltered well deck in the stern. She could only guess at the amount of wealth it represented and remembered what Rosetti had told her about Dominic being a rich pimp.
Surely nobody could make so much money from prostitution? Perhaps they could if they catered to the right market. Her thoughts were interrupted as Danny returned with a bucket and beckoned her to follow him along the deck.
"Your job, sweetheart, is to clean the deck.....from here to there.....both sides."
Michelle gasped as he indicated the entire length of the deck from bow to stern. Surely it wasn't possible?
"Well......you've got all morning so get on with it and make sure you do a good job or you'll feel this across that pretty backside."
He hefted a short plaited leather whip and Michelle swallowed hard. All she had was a bucket of water and a scrubbing brush and the deck seemed to stretch out forever.
Crack!
Crack!
She jumped and yelped out loud as the whip smacked across her behind.
"Well.......get going."
There was nothing for it. She dropped to her knees and slopped the scrubbing brush down onto the deck while Danny stood close behind her.
"Now put your back into it and remember.....we'll be watching you."
The lash smacked lightly across her backside in warning, then he was off and Michelle bent wearily to her task. It wasn't hard but it was tiring. The deck felt hard under her knees and after less than an hour her back and shoulders ached. Every time she tried to steal a moment's rest it seemed that one of the crew was there with a whip to spur her on.
It didn't help either that she was naked. Her breasts dangled heavily beneath her and seemed to always get in the way as she pushed and pulled the heavy scrubbing brush back and forth. Nor were the crew any help. They went out of their way to pass by the spot where she was working and never missed the chance to fondle her breasts or feel up between her thighs, until despite her disgust she could feel herself becoming aroused.
As the sun climbed in the sky, the deck grew warm beneath her and she began to fear she would burn. Danny came to her rescue with a bottle of sun cream, although he made sure she suffered an agony of embarrassment as he applied it freely across her body. She knelt on all fours in the middle of a tight circle of mocking crewmen while he smeared the cream across her skin and worked it slowly into her. His hands lingered far longer than was necessary around her breasts and between her thighs and by the time he was finished with her she was panting with frustration.
Her nipples were hard, throbbing points of desire and her sex gaped wide and wet between her parted thighs. To her deep shame she realised she would willingly submit to any of the men watching her if only she could feel the thrust of a cock into her aching sex. They laughed all the harder at her obvious frustration when Danny picked up his whip and slashed at her a couple of times with a curt order to get back to her work. Her legs trembled and her face burned red with shame as she bent once more to the task of scrubbing the deck while the crew dispersed and laughed about her among themselves.
It was so unfair and she even found herself hating Michaela for getting her into this mess in the first place. Most of all she hated herself for haring off on in response to nothing more than a message on her answering machine. A message that would now be wiped and which in any case had been recorded by the very people now holding her captive. Tears of self-pity pricked her eyes and it was a few moments before she realised that Mitzi was standing over her.
"Feeling sorry for yourself?"
"Yes, mistress."
"Too late for that now but at least I can give you a break from scrubbing the deck."
"Mistress?"
Mitzi smiled wickedly down at her.
"Oh yes.......we have some body hair to remove....remember?"
The denuding took place on the well deck in the stern of the yacht, the better both to hide proceedings from the prying eyes of any vessels that might pass close by and afford the widest view possible to the off duty crew members. Michelle had never felt so exposed and vulnerable as she was led out into the bright morning sunshine. A mocking cheer rang out from the men who hung over the rails to watch at the sight of her nakedness and she had to fight down the sudden urge to cover herself.
Worse humiliation was to come as one of the crew was selected to wash her. A bucket of soapy water and a sponge was placed on the deck and she was made to stand submissively, feet apart and hands clasped behind her head while the chosen crewman soaped her thoroughly. The warm water on her skin, together with the feeling of so many eyes on her nakedness was surprisingly stimulating and despite her deep shame she felt her body respond to the persistent rubbing of the sponge. The man's eyes met hers in a mocking smile as he worked the soap soaked sponge around and around the proud swell of her breasts and felt her nipples swell in response. At his instruction she bent forward, hands gripping her ankles to allow him to soap her sex and backside. He made her hold the shameful pose far longer than was necessary, prolonging her humiliation while he lingered over his task. Again her body betrayed her. Her sex opened, lips quivering under the persistent stimulation. Not even the foamy layer of soap could disguise her arousal and she moaned softly as she felt warm, slippery fingers probing inside her. She wondered if the man would be allowed to stimulate her to orgasm and shame her further in the eyes of the crew and steeled herself to resist as yet another sponge of warm water was pressed urgently against her tingling flesh.
Finally he was finished and another crewman was called down to the deck to complete the task of rinsing her clean. This time the water was cold and she flinched and shivered as he squeezed sponge after sponge over her before ordering her to bend over once again. The rush of freezing water into her gaping sex took her breath away but the man persisted and squeezed sponge after sponge into her until the last traces of soap were rinsed from her.
She expected another crewman to be called down to dry her but was left to drip onto the deck. Her body shivered as it dried in the breeze of the yacht's passage and only Mitzi's threatening stare prevented her from hugging her arms about herself.
While she waited, a sun lounger was dragged into the middle of the deck and Mitzi signalled her to lie down facing the crew. At once the two crewmen who had washed her closed in and she was pulled forward until her hips and backside hung over one end of the lounger. She struggled to avoid sliding to the deck, then felt her arms seized and hauled back over her head. Cold steel closed around her wrists as handcuffs were snapped in place and clipped to the frame of the lounger to secure her flat on her back. Her hard nippled breasts strained taut from her chest, jutting provocatively up towards the watching crew and she blushed at how lewdly she was being displayed.
Worse humiliation followed as her ankles were seized and pulled wide apart. She struggled instinctively but in vain against the hands holding her. A sick feeling pervaded her stomach as she felt heavy leather straps tightened around her ankles. The straps were attached to long ropes which were thrown up to the waiting crew and enthusiastically pulled tight before being tied off to the rails around the well deck.
Michelle shut her eyes and moaned in despair at her now totally shameful position. Her body was stretched taut, her legs pulled up and dragged wide apart to expose the whole of her sex and backside. She could hear the reaction of her audience to the sight. Their laughter and crude comments rang like cruel taunts in her ears. To struggle against her bonds was useless and would serve only to amuse them further so she lay, spread and helpless while the mocking and jeering echoed around the yacht. She could smell the warm wax as Mitzi placed her equipment on the deck and forced herself to relax as the girl started working on her.
Her arms and legs were first, a regular waxing that stung when the waxed strips were pulled sharply from her body but nothing that she hadn't willingly endured before. She lay tight-lipped and unmoving, unwilling to show any emotion for the crew's enjoyment and the watching men grew restless.
"Come on, Mitzi.........get her to wriggle around a bit."
Grim faced, Mitzi ripped harder at the waxed strips, causing Michelle to bite her lip, determined not to show any reaction to the sharp stinging. Her arms and legs were almost done and she could hear her audience growing noisier.
"Come on, Mitzi......you're making this too easy."
"Relax, guys......she'll jump soon enough when I start on this little bush."
Mitzi's fingers gripped Michelle's pubic hairs, bunching them up and tugging hard until she forced a gasp from her helpless captive. The crew cheered her on and she tugged harder until Michelle felt the skin would be ripped from her belly. Tears pricked her eyes and she squirmed desperately within the confines of her bonds until one of the crew unwittingly came to her rescue.
"Get on with it then.......you're just playing around with her."
"Yeah.......we want to hear the bitch yelp."
Coarse laughter rang around the well deck and Mitzi dipped into her pot of warm wax.
"Under your arms first.......give you a taste of real pain before we start on the main show."
Michelle shuddered but was unable to prevent Mitzi smearing the wax liberally under her arms and pressing the cotton strips down hard. Her belly was next, freely coated in a layer of waxy cotton. Aware of the acute embarrassment and anxiety she was causing, Mitzi worked slowly and carefully, making sure that Michelle was well coated before moving down to repeat the operation on her bottom. Michelle squirmed and blushed deep red at the feel of the wax being worked so thoroughly into her, shutting her mind to the thought of how severely it would sting when the strips were pulled away.
At last Mitzi pronounced herself satisfied and Michelle tensed. The wax under her arms was hard and she bit her lip as she felt Mitzi reach for the first strip. It tore from her in a blinding flash of pain that left her gasping. Her body bucked against the lounger and it was all she could do to stifle the cry that welled up inside her.
Seeing her reaction, the crew called out encouragement but Mitzi needed no urging. Already her fingers were closed around the second strip and before she had time to brace herself, Michelle felt a second flash of pain jolt through her body. This time she did cry out, her cry prolonged as a third and fourth strip were ripped away. She knew it was only her underarm hair being stripped away but the burning was so intense she felt she was being flayed. Her belly was so much more sensitive and she was sure she wouldn't be able to withstand the pain when Mitzi started in on her down there.
"Not so tough now?"
Mitzi grinned mirthlessly down as she reached for another strip, relishing the encouragement of the crew. She'd been worried for a while that Michelle would be able to withstand the torment and in that case she herself would have suffered Dominic's displeasure, but it was all right now. Michelle was moaning helplessly, her eyes bright with tears and the worst was yet to come.
By the time both underarms were fully depilated, Michelle was shaking at the knowledge of what was still to come. The crew were growing noisier, hanging over the rails and jostling one another in their eagerness to get a better view. Mitzi obliged them, standing to one side of Michelle's spread and tethered thighs so as not to obscure the view as she reached for the first strip.
Michelle felt her stomach tighten into a hard knot, the skin on her belly visibly quivering as Mitzi gripped the end of the strip. Her sharp tug was accompanied by an audible ripping sound and Michelle screamed out loud, her body heaving against the bond that held her. The pain was a like a searing flame flaring across her flesh and she felt she was being pierced by a thousand heated needles. The denuded strip of flesh shone stark white in the morning sunshine, then darkened slowly to an angry, throbbing redness dimpled with tiny spots of blood. Perspiration sprang from every pore of her body as she writhed in response to the searing shock. Her mouth gaped wide as she gasped for breath and her vision was blurred by the tears welling up in her eyes.
Mitzi was unmoved, already reaching out to take a firm grasp on a second strip. The crew cheered her on as she exerted a steady upward pull, lifting the flesh beneath the strip before ripping it away in one quick tug. Again the searing needles of pain lanced into Michelle's most tender flesh and she screamed aloud, uncaring of the shame.
Strip after strip was torn away while she lay alternately howling and sobbing, her sex and belly on fire in a thousand places, the savage stinging renewed with each strip so brutally stripped away. Worst of all were the strips worked deep into the narrow crease of her sex and backside. As they tore away with a loud ripping sound, she felt as though the flesh was being flayed from her body. Twice she almost fainted, revived only by the cruel slap of Mitzi's hand across her throbbing, tingling flesh.
The crew loved every minute, leaning further and further over the rail. They laughed and jeered loudly as her denuded sex was steadily revealed but even the most hardened couldn't resist wincing a little at the harsh ripping sound that accompanied the tearing away of each strip.
Michelle was in torment. The strips Mitzi had pressed to her sex and bottom were short but no less painful to remove, prolonging the agony until she was certain she could take no more; the cuffs and ropes restraining her chafed her skin, adding their own lesser increments of pain to her already tormented body. The muscles in her arms and legs screamed protest at the bondage and sweat streamed from every pore of her body. After what seemed like an age of agony, the final strip tore away and Mitzi stood back to reveal her handiwork.
Michelle lay limp on the lounger. Her body glistened with sweat and her breasts heaved as she gasped for breath. The once pale skin of her belly and backside stood out red and raw, streaked in places with droplets of blood. The lips of her sex gaped swollen and sore, twitching and quivering as Mitzi picked away the last fragments of wax.
"She's clean, Dominic.......not a hair left."
"Good.......get her up and clean her off."
Michelle almost sobbed with relief as her bonds were loosed but one last torment remained.
She was made to stand as before while a crewman washed her down but this time the bucket contained water drawn from the sea. She didn't realise until the first spongeful was worked over her but her reaction was immediate. She twisted away, crying out loud as her body tingled and burned wherever the sponge had touched.
"Stand still, bitch!"
Biting her lip, she forced herself to resume her submissive pose, eyes fixed on the sponge as the crewman lifted it to her body. Even though she was prepared, the sting was no less unbearable and when the brine washed over the raw flesh of her denuded sex, her composure collapsed completely. Falling to the deck she tried to roll away from the dreadful torment but succeeded only in worsening her situation. Two more crewmen were called and between them they spread-eagled her to the deck and held her down while their companion completed his task.
Whether because of her struggles or merely from spite, he seemed to take forever, working the stinging sponge over and over her most inflamed flesh again and again until she felt sure she would faint.
At last he too was finished and she lay sobbing quietly on the deck. Her whole body burned far more than from any whipping she had ever endured and the heat of the morning sun seemed to make it even worse.
"Take her below and give her a proper shower....then bring her to my cabin after siesta."
With a deep sense of relief she heard Dominic's order, then strong hands gripped her and pulled her to her feet. The deck swayed beneath her, then she was moving, guided below deck and into welcome shade.
When she woke from her short siesta, Michelle felt quite refreshed. Refreshed enough certainly to feel anxious when she remembered that Dominic would soon be sending for her. Her skin still felt a little tender and her belly and backside were particularly sore where Mitzi had practically ripped the hair from her body. Almost afraid to look, she spread her legs and examined herself carefully. The sight was almost shocking. Her flesh looked puffy and sore and she had never before felt so utterly naked.
She had never realised how prominently her pubic mound jutted out from her belly or how seductively it curved down between her thighs. With nothing to obscure them from sight, her sex lips seemed almost overly intrusive, pouting pink and provocative as she spread her thighs wider.
"Admiring yourself?"
"I.....I....."
Michelle blushed hot and stammered in confusion. She had been so absorbed in the transformation to her body that she hadn't heard Mitzi until the young woman was right inside her cabin.
"Don't worry.......look all you want and get used to the idea.......Dominic likes his women bare."
At the mention of Dominic, Michelle felt her heart skip a beat and as though to confirm her fears, Mitzi crooked a finger at her.
"Come along.......he wants to see you."
Meekly, Michelle followed along to Dominic's stateroom. He was seated behind his desk and motioned Mitzi to go, leaving her alone with him.
For a few moments he ignored her and Michelle covertly studied his desk. There were one or two files, which he was casually leafing through but the thing which really caught her attention was the whip. Lying within easy reach of his hand, it consisted of a cluster of about a dozen slender, knotted strands radiating out from a thick handled grip. The knots looked bulky and she felt her stomach lurch as she imagined them tearing into her.
Perhaps Dominic kept it on the desk for show? She devoutly hoped so and took a silent vow to avoid upsetting him. A thick envelope also lay on the desk top and even from where she stood, she could see her name written on the front. Laying his files aside, Dominic picked it up and slit it open with a long paper knife, then tipped the contents out onto the desk. There was a bundle of banknotes, her address book and her passport along with a few items of jewellery.
The jewellery was inspected briefly, then tossed casually into a waste bin before Dominic picked up the passport.
"Michelle Brooks......British......age twenty two."
He raised a quizzical eyebrow and Michelle nodded quickly.
"Yes, master."
He picked over the pathetic collection on the desk and glanced up at her.
"Not much to show for twenty two years."
"No, master."
"No......well you have even less now."
The address book ripped apart in his hands, the crumpled sheets tossed into the bin with her jewellery.
"No friends."
The money was next, flaring into flame as he sparked a cigarette lighter to one corner of the banknotes.
"No money."
He dropped the burning notes into a large ashtray and picked up the passport. The lighter flared again and as the flames licked around the pages Michelle felt her spirits sinking.
"And no identity."
He powdered the ash with his finger and gazed levelly at her.
"No money, no friends and no identity. You don't even possess the most basic items of clothing so what does that make you?"
Michelle's mind whirled, then she remembered what Mitzi had told her the previous night.
"A slave, master."
With blinding speed, Dominic snatched up the whip and lashed out at her, the slender thongs splaying wide to tear and sting at her breasts.
Tears sprang to her eyes and she staggered back a step, fighting the urge to reach up and cradle her abused flesh. The thongs had stung even more savagely than she had imagined possible.
"That's nearly right but I'd like you to be a little more specific."
Michelle's mind raced while Dominic drummed his fingers on the table.
Her breasts tingled as the thin red tracks darkened across her pale skin and she desperately wanted to avoid further punishment so early in the day.
"I....I'm your slave, master."
"That's better. You're my slave. I bought you, I own you and I want you to remember that."
"Yes, master."
As long as she agreed with everything he said, Michelle felt on safe ground.
"Do you know why I'm so rich, slave?"
"No, master."
Michelle felt suddenly deflated as if by not addressing her by name he had somehow signalled her acceptance of her fate. "I'm rich because of girls like you......little sluts who exist to be used for the pleasure of others........people who know what they want and can afford to pay whatever it takes to get it."
Michelle felt unable to reply. Her mouth was suddenly very dry and she could feel her heart pounding.
"People will pay a lot for you, slave........they'll pay gladly because you'll do whatever they want and you'll do it willingly.........from what I've seen of you already, you'll even come back for more."
His eyes bored into her as though challenging her to disagree.
"Well?"
Again Michelle's mind raced. She didn't want to agree but she knew better than to argue.
"I......I'm your slave, master.......I have no opinions."
"Good.......very good......I see you learn fast, but don't think that means I'll go easy on you."
"No, master."
"No, indeed.......if I decide you need a whipping that's just what you'll get and I won't even need a reason."
"No.......I mean, yes, master......whatever you say."
Now Michelle was really frightened. She couldn't tear her eyes away from Dominic's hand as he toyed with the whip. "Then I'll whip you now.......up on the deck where everyone can see.......come along."
Michelle sagged and bitter tears pricked at her eyes. It was so unfair but there was nothing she could do except follow her cruel new master meekly up onto the deck.
Up on deck, preparations had already been made for a whipping and Michelle felt her spirits sink even lower. Dominic had obviously decided to have her whipped even before meeting with her and while she had stood in his stateroom, the crew had made ready. She was led towards the bow where a small capstan stood in the middle of the foredeck. It was electrically operated but for its more pressing purpose, two stout capstan bars had been fitted to the sides.
"Bend over that and stretch your arms out."
A number of crewmen were standing round in a loose circle as though to block any attempt at escape and she knew that at the slightest sign of hesitation, any one of them would be only to pleased to grab her and wrestle her into position. The metal top was cold and hard against her stomach as she bent quickly and leaned across it, her arms stretched out wide to either side. At once her wrists were seized, pulled back and secured to the bars with leather straps. There was no give in the bonds and her arms were stretched uncomfortably taut.
Her feet scrabbled at the deck in an effort to obtain some leverage and ease the discomfort of the capstan pressed into her stomach, then her ankles too were seized. Twisting her head, she saw two crewmen pulling her legs wide and felt the hard roundness of ringbolts against her feet. A few deft turns of leather straps and her ankles were secured as tightly as her wrists.
She was now totally spread and helpless. Her body was pulled down tight across the curved top of the capstan. Her breasts dangled heavily down and her thighs were spread obscenely wide to expose every intimate detail of her sex. Worst of all, she could sense her bottom jutting straight up and out, a perfect, unmoving target for Dominic's whip.
The crew were murmuring and laughing, their coarse comments reaching her ears as she waited. The sun felt hot on her back, but that wasn't the reason her face was so red. Never before had she felt so exposed and vulnerable. Here, in the open air, in front of an audience of common sailors, she was about to be whipped for no fault of her own and afterwards....... She shuddered, pushing the thought of afterwards to the back of her mind. She was already lewdly displayed and had no illusions about how the spectacle of her being mercilessly flogged would affect the men crowded so eagerly around her.
Dominic stepped forward and the crew fell silent as he shook out the whip. The strands swung out in a wide fan as he whirled it through the air and Michelle sucked in her breath as she saw his arm go back.
Thwack!
Her body bucked as a dozen separate jolts of pain flared across her cringing flesh.
The lashes whipped and curled around the curves of her bottom, biting into the tender flesh of her inner thighs and stinging her soft underbelly. Her involuntary grunt of pain was drowned out in the excited cries of the crew and she had barely enough time to brace herself before the lash whipped in a second time.
Thwack!
Sweat beaded her body and the straps tethering her wrists and ankles pulled painfully as she writhed in response to the intense stinging. Each strand of the whip laid a separate, searing track across her most tender flesh, the weighted tips whipping round to impart a final sharp sting to her belly. Her body bounced and squirmed and her head twisted desperately to follow the whip as it was raised again.
Thwack!
Thwack!
Thwack!
Dominic was settled into a steady, punishing rhythm and the lash clawed at her again and again without respite.
Thwack!
Thwack!
Tears trickled down Michelle's cheeks and she howled out loud at each new stroke, but Dominic was relentless. Again and again he lashed at her until not an inch of untouched skin remained on her wildly jerking backside. Her thighs too suffered greatly and Michelle's howls reached fever pitch as he lashed hard down between her spread thighs. The crew crowded closer, wincing as the lash smacked down, then laughing out loud at her futile struggles.
Michelle was beyond caring. Her world was nothing more than the soft hiss and biting sting of the whip. Her cries and pleas had long since degenerated into incoherent gasps and moans and she feared Dominic intended to flog her senseless.
"Right......which of you randy bastards wants to fuck her?"
Dimly, Michelle realised the beating had ceased. Her bottom and thighs felt roasted and she could hardly catch her breath but she caught Dominic's mocking invitation.
At once there was a taker; a burly, bearded man pushing forward and jamming himself between her thighs. She could feel him fumbling at his shorts and sucked in her breath. He would be fast and rough. There was no other way he could be after watching her so savagely flogged.
Already she could feel his cock hard and hot against her sex, then with one huge thrust he was inside her. The breath exploded from her lungs and her body bucked. His hips ground hard up against her well-flogged thighs, inflaming the tingling tracks criss-crossing her pale skin and she squirmed madly beneath him.
"That's right, darling.......move that backside."
His palm slapped full across her tortured cheeks and she bucked again, the spasmodic jerk of her hips dragging his cock deeper into her sex.
"Yeah......that's the way."
His hips pumped against her as his cock reamed her fast and hard with no thought for her feelings.
Michelle didn't care. The awful flogging was over and this she could handle. Already she could sense his mounting excitement as his cock swelled harder inside her. Two more thrusts and it was almost over as the thick jets of sperm spurted into her belly and the man shuddered and heaved against her. Her hands balled into tight fists as he rammed hard into her one final time; then he was out of her, his laughter loud in her ears.
One down......how many to go?
Already another man had stepped across her outstretched legs and she shuddered at the feel of his cock against her backside.
"Hey, boss......does she take it up her ass?"
"She's a slave isn't she?"
"Well.....yeah....sure she is."
"Then you don't need to ask."
"Yeah.....that's right.....I guess I forgot."
As his calloused hands prised her wider, Michelle choked back a groan of despair. In just a few short words Dominic had sealed her fate and there was nothing she could do to prevent the crew using her however they wanted.
She bit her lip as she felt the first intrusive pressure of the cock against the still puckered mouth of her backside. Every instinct in her body screamed at her to struggle but she forced herself to lie still, emptying her mind of everything except the need to relax. The pressure came again, urgent and persistent and she bit her lip harder as she felt the thick shaft steadily skewering into her.
One last hard thrust and she was penetrated, the breath exploding from her lungs in an anguished gasp. A fierce blaze ripped through her belly and she bucked against the straps holding her down. Her flesh, already raw and swollen from the depilation and the flogging seemed on fire and she was sure she was being torn open. Red mist clouded her eyes, then the pressure eased and she sucked in a deep breath.
"She's tight, this one.....real tight, but I'll get her open yet."
Thrusting hard, the crewman skewered her again and Michelle squealed as she felt him sliding remorselessly deeper inside her. He felt so hard and thick she was sure she could never accommodate him, then with a last brutal thrust of his hips he was fully inside her. She gasped for breath, breasts heaving as her body reacted to the intrusion. Her belly felt stuffed full, the deep crease of her backside spread so wide she feared she would be split in two. The cock that impaled her so deeply felt red hot, each throbbing pulse rippling through her belly in a breath taking wave of sensation.
Her belly shuddered and shook, then she felt the cock moving inside her and gritted her teeth against the sharp, searing shocks. Her sex lips bulged out obscenely between her thighs, pressed tight together and dragged out by the straining thickness that was sliding out of her. She could hear the crewman grunting softly behind her, then he thrust hard again, ramming his cock deep into her.
His thighs smacked into her distended lips and a sudden shock of pleasure mingled with the raw tearing feeling that consumed her belly. Her body writhed and squirmed, breasts swinging and scraping against the unyielding capstan, then the thighs pressed harder, crushing her sex softly as the cock filled her once more. She gasped out loud, fighting for breath as the confusing feelings coursed through her belly. She still felt she was being ripped and torn but there was a deeper, more urgent tingling taking hold of her.
Toes scrabbling against the deck she pushed herself up, pushing back against her bonds to press her swollen sex against the hard-muscled thighs of the man behind her. He seemed oblivious of the change in her as he reamed her quickly. Each thrust opened her wider as her body responded to the persistent stimulation. Pleasure surged through her to replace the burning pain, then she felt him swelling harder inside her. Desperately she squirmed back against him but her bonds would not allow the movement she needed. Helpless, her body racked with pain and pleasure, she felt the first hot spurts of his climax exploding inside her.
She sobbed with frustration, her body twisting and writhing as he spent himself inside her and slipped easily free. A sticky trail of sperm smeared wetly down the inside of her thigh and she felt a sudden cooling draught of air as he pulled out of her. Her sex quivered convulsively and she sobbed again, almost willing another man to fuck her where she lay.
At once her desires were granted.
A third crewman, his cock already jutting long and hard swung into position between her thighs. His hands gripped her hips, pressed down hard to steady her, then his cock impaled her in one long, easy thrust. She squealed out loud but it was a cry tinged with ecstasy. The hot tearing sensation was more pleasure than pain and as the man's thighs ground hard down on her tingling and exposed sex, she felt the first orgasmic spasms knotting up her belly.
The watching crew still awaiting their turn with her; the degrading manner in which she was already being used; all was forgotten in a glorious flood of release that welled up inside her and took her breath away. Even the steady thrust of the cock reaming her tautly stretched backside was forgotten as she writhed shamelessly over and over again.
"Hellfire, man........she's really getting a kick out of this."
Barely able to believe what was happening right in front of him, the crewman gripped tighter at her hips but was unable to fully quell Michelle's abandoned writhing. Seconds later he didn't care as he too came.
Michelle felt the hot spurting deep inside her, gasped at the sudden stab of pain as he pulled abruptly out of her but nothing could stem the tide of passion raging through her. Her belly bounced on the unyielding top of the capstan and her bare breasts heaved and swung. The breath rasped in her throat as she whimpered over and over again, then another crewman had her.
Her backside oozed sperm and offered no resistance as he plunged his straining cock deep into her. Her belly flamed hot but she was beyond reason. Her back arched and she screamed out loud, but this time it was a cry of pure passion as another shattering orgasm ripped through her.
Her muscles clamped hard around the cock impaling her, triggering the man's climax almost at once. Whooping with excitement, another pushed forward to claim her, then another until she had satisfied them all.
Limp and exhausted, her limbs quivering with small aftershocks of orgasm she lay slumped over the capstan. Her body shone under a sheen of sweat and between her spread thighs, her sex and backside gaped lewdly. She was red raw from being penetrated again and again, the soreness eased only by the sperm that oozed stickily from her belly to drip onto the deck beneath her. Her head lolled to one side and her mouth sagged open as she gasped for breath.
Everyone could see she was finished.
Dominic signalled Mitzi to untie the straps holding her down and ordered a crewman to drop a bucket over the side. For the second time that day, Michelle felt the sting of salt water on her abused body as she was sluiced down thoroughly. She shuddered and spluttered as the water drenched her again and again, but in a strange way it seemed to refresh her. When the last strap was untied and Mitzi helped her to her feet she was able to stand unaided. She even managed a few faltering steps before her legs buckled and she collapsed in a heap on the deck
Chapter 8.
Next day, Michelle faced a similar regime.
Roused at dawn, she scrubbed the decks until her limbs and back ached. She was still stiff and sore from the rigours of the previous day and all the while she worked she was haunted by the fear of what new terrors lay ahead of her.
Neither Dominic nor Mitzi were in evidence, although there were plenty of crewmen to watch over her and taunt her constantly. They were a motley crowd, French or Italian with a fair sprinkling of Greeks, but they all seemed to speak enough English to make sure she knew what was required. Certainly they seemed to have no trouble with words like work or fuck and they had command of a whole range of insults. She knew that once her tasks were complete, they would subject her to far worse than taunts and her heart skipped a beat when the one called Danny beckoned her over.
"Finish up here and come with me......Mitzi wants to see you."
That caused her heart to skip another beat. She had already suffered enough to convince her that Mitzi was capable of far greater and more subtle cruelty than anyone else on board. Her legs shook and her stomach twisted into a hard knot of tension as Danny led her below deck and knocked on the door of Mitzi's cabin. He smiled at her in an odd and knowing way, then the door opened and Mitzi ushered her in.
The door closed quietly behind her and for a few moments she forgot her fears as her eyes drank in the luxury of her surroundings. In contrast to her own bare and cramped cell, Mitzi's cabin was as wide and spacious as a hotel suite. It was divided by a low arch into a living area and a bedroom, and through another arch Michelle caught a glimpse of a small but well appointed bathroom. Thick carpet covered the floor and the walls were hung with expensive looking drapes. Mitzi let her look, well aware of the comparisons Michelle was making and aware too of how depressed they would make her feel.
"The difference between us, Michelle......you have nothing but I, as you can see, have everything."
Michelle nodded glumly, then her fears returned and she glanced around quickly for some sign of Dominic. Mitzi chuckled at her anxiety and moved up close in an almost conspiratorial manner.
"Don't worry.....we're quite alone, just you and me."
Somehow that fact did not reassure Michelle the way it was meant to. She remembered that last time she had been alone with Mitzi, the young woman had beaten her most savagely and cruelly. Almost instinctively she glanced down at her body, so thoroughly ravaged from the previous day's ordeal. She had to admit it was not a very modest or demure sight. Her breasts and nipples were still reddened from the constant fondling she had endured throughout the morning. The marks of Mitzi's crop still stood out clear and distinct on her breasts and belly and across the front of her thighs. No doubt they were equally in evidence on her backside, as were the vivid stripes from yesterday's savage flogging. As though able to read her thoughts, Mitzi nodded agreement.
"Yes.....quite a mess we made of you, didn't we?"
Michelle nodded and stood very still, although her heart was beginning to beat faster and faster with each minute that passed.
"Go and get yourself cleaned up.....go on, hurry up."
Mitzi reinforced her instruction with a brusque shove as
Michelle hesitated.
"Go on.......I want to see you clean......not hot and sweaty like some common deckhand."
Relieved, although not understanding why Mitzi wanted her clean, Michelle headed for the small bathroom. There was only a plain glass door but she didn't care about being watched. There were scented soaps and oils aplenty, quite apart from the sheer joy of being able to luxuriate under a warm spray. Only the fear of Mitzi becoming impatient caused her to hurry and as she stepped from the shower Mitzi nodded in the direction of the towel rail. Even that was another small luxury to Michelle, although Mitzi had a much more practical reason in mind.
"Be quick and don't drip all over the floor."
As she dried herself, she took the opportunity to study Mitzi carefully.
She was younger than she had first thought, perhaps only in her mid twenties, but radiating an aura of success and power. In the opulent surroundings of the cabin she was a picture of wealth and elegance Her short, blonde hair was brushed to a glossy sheen and her immaculately applied make up seemed to soften the otherwise sharp and severe lines of her face. Her silk blouse and skirt swirled heavily and elegantly around the firm curves of her body in a manner calculated to accentuate her raw sexuality.
Michelle envied her, suddenly very aware of her own utter nakedness as the woman beckoned her to from the bathroom.
"Stand over there and clasp your hands behind your head."
Wordlessly, Michelle moved to the middle of the room and took up the required pose, the action at once lifting and tightening her breasts.
"Now turn around......slowly."
Again Michelle obeyed, her cheeks beginning to flush hot under the young woman's searching gaze until she had turned in a full circle and stood facing her once more. Mitzi regarded her silently for a few more minutes, her eyes lingering on every inch of Michelle's nude body, then she beckoned again.
"Come and stand in front of me."
Her voice was calm yet commanding and Michelle felt a surge of helplessness as she again complied. Never had she experienced such authority and self confidence in another woman and certainly not in one so young. There was no doubt that she was accustomed to instant obedience, and no doubt at all in her mind that Michelle would submit utterly to her wishes without question
Accustomed by now to being casually fondled, she barely flinched as Mitzi reached out and cupped her breast, although her nipples began to swell almost at once.
"Sensitive, aren't you?"
"Yes, Mistress."
Mitzi caressed her breasts, squeezing gently at the firm, rounded globes and her eyes sparkled as she watched the erotic effect her touch was provoking.
"Such attractive nipples too, I can see how the crew just can't resist playing with them."
Mitzi was toying with them herself. She pulled the hot, swollen buds out from her body and twisted them hard until Michelle gasped out loud. She felt her legs beginning to tremble and a warm, liquid feeling stirred in her belly as her nipples swelled ever more larger and harder under the persistent stimulation. She could feel the heat rising inside her and wondered if Mitzi could sense it. Her breath quickened, her breasts began to heave and her legs trembled almost uncontrollably.
"Yes, really very sensitive......now turn around."
Michelle turned around, thankful that the teasing stimulation of her breasts had stopped before she disgraced herself.
"Now bend forward and touch your toes. Don't get up until I tell you."
Michelle knew that once bent over in such a submissive posture there could be no way of hiding her aroused condition, but had no choice other than to obey at once.
Gritting her teeth, she bent slowly forward until she could grasp her ankles, presenting Mitzi with a clear view of both her sex and her so cruelly punished backside.
Swish! Thwack!
The sudden sting of leather across her taut flesh drew a yelp of pain from her lips and her buttocks quivered from the sudden impact.
"Touch your toes, I said."
"S...sorry, Mistress."
Mitzi dangled the dreaded crop threateningly as Michelle forced herself further forward, until her outstretched fingers brushed firmly against her toes. Already she could feel the strain in her legs and she shuffled her feet further apart in search of relief. Her backside was a taut, quivering curve jutting out behind her, the stripes where she had been beaten very vivid against the pale tan of her skin.
Mitzi trailed her fingers lightly along those stripes, smiling to herself as Michelle struggled to control her reactions. She was fighting a losing battle with her body. Her submissive posture, shameless exposure and the persistent stimulation of Mitzi's busy fingers all combined to send tremors of arousal rippling through her belly. Between her legs she could feel herself warm and wet, the lips of her sex peeling ever so slowly apart to betray her mounting excitement.
"Getting worked up, are you?"
Mitzi slid her fingers between Michelle's parted thighs to feel the soft wet folds of flesh throbbing and swelling at her touch. Michelle moaned softly as she swayed back against the intruding fingers, silently willing Mitzi to penetrate her and shame her in a glorious flood of orgasm.
"Randy little bitch. Get up!"
Michelle moaned again, her frustration very evident in the quivering of her sex and the hardness of her nipples. Her whole body was hot and alive with arousal, but the relief she craved was denied.
"Turn around....look at me."
Michelle turned, her breasts heaving as she fought herself back under control.
Mitzi's face was flushed, but her expression was stern.
"This time you'll come only when and if I decide, and not until........is that clear?"
"Y...yes, Mistress....very clear."
Mitzi smiled, a wicked smile that sent a cold spasm deep into Michelle's belly.
She turned away and fixed herself a drink before settling herself comfortably on the edge of her wide bed.
For a few minutes she was silent, watching Michelle calmly over the rim of her glass as she drank. Michelle felt uneasy.
"Tell me, Michelle.......have you ever pleasured another woman?"
The question was so casually put and yet so explicit that Michelle was momentarily lost for words.
"Well......you do know what I mean?"
"I.....I.....yes....I think so."
"So.....you know what I'm asking but you've never actually done it?"
"Yes.....I mean, no......"
Michelle was suddenly confused. She knew exactly what Mitzi was talking about and the very idea took her breath away. Mitzi regarded her steadily.
"Does the idea disgust you?"
"Well......I've never thought about it."
She felt suddenly on dangerous ground. It was obvious where Mitzi was leading her but she had no idea how she should respond.
"Let's just say for now that it isn't something you've done before."
"Yes, mistress."
"Just as you'd probably never had a cock up your ass before."
"I......I....."
Michelle was speechless as Mitzi grinned wickedly at her.
"You think this is all about pleasing men but I tell you, pleasing a man is the easiest thing in the world."
She rose from the bed and walked slowly around Michelle, stroking her gently as she talked.
"All you need do to please a man is let him fondle your breasts like this.....or suck on your nipples like a big baby."
She caressed Michelle's breasts and flicked at her nipples as she spoke, then slipped her hand down her belly.
"All a man really wants is for you to spread your legs and let him fuck your cunt or your ass or maybe suck on his cock until he shoots his load down your throat."
She chuckled at Michelle's mounting discomfort as her fingers slipped between the lips of her sex to encounter the warm dampness within.
"I know all this, Michelle, just as I know that a woman's pleasure can only truly come from another woman."
Michelle held her breath. She could hear the faint rustle of clothing as Mitzi undressed behind her back. She felt suddenly charged with excitement and longed to turn and look. Her heart was beating so hard she could feel her breasts quiver.
Mitzi leaned close up behind her.
"Now....I'm sure you can do it, so make me come and make it good."
Michelle swallowed hard and tried to remember everything she'd ever read or heard about women pleasing women. Surely it couldn't be so difficult?
Mitzi pushed past her and she swallowed again at her first glimpse of the young woman's nude body. Taut and firm, her buttocks rippled as she strode towards the bed and when she turned Michelle could barely stifle her gasp of admiration. Mitzi's body was perfectly tanned and honed. Her breasts jutted full and firm and her belly was perfectly flat. Only at the apex of her slender thighs did it swell into a prominent, blonde tufted pubic mound with the merest hint of the pink and inviting lips of her sex peeping out between her legs.
She flung herself full length onto the bed and rolled onto her back, legs parted and outstretched.
"Come on, come and please your mistress."
Michelle hesitated for only a moment before climbing onto the bed. She knelt tentatively between Mitzi's parted thighs, her tongue running quickly around her lips.
Mitzi watched her through half-closed eyes, her hands already stroking over the firm curves of her breasts.
"Lick me slowly, Michelle.....make it last."
Michelle looked down at her lying back so open and wanton and demanding. This was a very different Mitzi from the woman who had tormented her so mercilessly but the other Mitzi was still there, ready and willing to punish any failure. She licked her lips again and bent forward, running her tongue lightly up the length of Mitzi's inner thigh, feeling the warm flesh rippling under her caress.
"Mmmmmm.....yes, do that again."
Mitzi wriggled her hips, settling herself closer to Michelle's questing lips and tongue, her fingers busy at her breasts. Her skin was soft and scented and quivered gently under the touch of Michelle's lips and tongue. She parted her legs wider and thrust her hips forward, her sex already open and moist
Michelle trailed her lips obediently up the inside of one smooth-skinned thigh She lingered a little just below the quivering slit of Mitzi's sex and then darted forward to flick her tongue wetly around the waiting lips. Mitzi shuddered at once, lifting her hips clear of the bed and thrusting her belly towards Michelle's mouth. The heady musk of her arousal hung heavily in the air as warm dampness spread quickly between her parted thighs.
"Yes.....do that again......don't stop until I tell you."
Her voice was husky and breathless, her excitement mounting rapidly as Michelle tongued the now dripping lips of her sex.
"Get your tongue inside me.....right inside...."
Another breathless command. Mitzi knew exactly what she wanted and her hips began to gyrate in long, slow circles as Michelle pressed her lips around the gaping mouth of her sex She thrust her tongue deep into the hot, wet pit of her belly and Mitzi's reaction was immediate. She writhed and squirmed, almost tossing Michelle aside as her hips bounced on the bed.
Grimly determined, Michelle hung on, clamping her lips firmly around Mitzi's sex and sucking the distended lips deep into her mouth. Her tongue speared deeper, hungrily lapping up the freely flowing juices and Mitzi went wild above her. Her hips bucked and heaved madly, her belly smacking wetly against Michelle's face and her breasts bouncing.
"Yes.....go on....deeper.....deeper...."
The woman's excitement was mounting even higher, her control slipping rapidly away. Her body was hot and vibrant, her orgasm suddenly flooding through her.
Michelle hung on, lashing furiously at the hot, pulsating flesh with her tongue, sucking the swollen and dripping lips back into her mouth as her own body shuddered and shook in time to Mitzi's frenzied gyrations. The sharp tang of arousal filled her mouth as she lapped up the now freely flowing juices, the sticky excess dribbling out from between her lips and trickling down her chin. Beneath her she could feel her breasts bouncing on the bed, nipples tingling as they rubbed across the silky sheets and she pressed forward eagerly, tongue darting deep inside Mitzi's still throbbing slit.
Mitzi was squirming and twisting on her back as she climaxed again and again while Michelle lay wriggling between her thighs. Her own breathing was becoming laboured. Her face flushed red and glistened with perspiration and she could feel herself becoming more and more aroused as Mitzi climaxed over and over again. She squeezed her thighs together and gasped at the sharp spasm that rippled up through her belly in instant response. Another squeeze, harder and held for longer and she gasped again at the sweet feeling of release welling up inside her.
"Enough.....that's enough....you've done enough."
Mitzi thrust her hands down and pushed Michelle aside. Her body still shuddered and trembled in the aftermath of the orgasms that had racked her and Michelle felt a sense of perverse delight that she had succeeded in rendering her tormentor so helpless. The temptation to thrust her fingers into her own belly and bring herself to a shattering climax was almost irresistible but she fought against it as she remembered Mitzi's strict instructions.
For a long time the only sound in the room was Mitzi's laboured breathing and gradually Michelle's feelings of frustration ebbed away to be replaced by the glow of relief that she had evidently satisfied the woman's demands.
"Get up now."
Michelle pushed herself shakily to her knees as Mitzi laid back and watched, a lazy smile on her lips.
"Very good.......for a beginner......I think you've escaped the thrashing I was planning to give you."
"Thank you, mistress."
Michelle breathed a heartfelt sigh of relief.
"That's all right, Michelle, I'm sure we'll get along just fine together from now on."
"Yes, mistress."
Mitzi slid from the bed and headed for the bathroom.
"You can go now........I'm sure there's plenty of work to be done and I'll send for you again when I want you."
"Yes, mistress."
She could hear the sound of running water as she left the cabin and envied Mitzi her afternoon siesta. Her earlier elation drained away as she contemplated the hours of menial, exhausting work ahead of her. Very probably she would also be made to endure a good fucking from the crew into the bargain. A hand fell heavily on her shoulder and when she turned she saw Danny and two other crewmen. Their shorts were already unzipped and they could barely contain their mocking laughter as they crowded round her.
"There you are, darling.......we've got a little job for you."
Chapter 9.
"Now this will be fun."
Michelle felt her stomach lurch as Mitzi shoved her out onto the well deck. In her experience, the well deck was far from being a place of fun. It was a place of pain and degradation and all too public humiliation. As if to drive home the point, she could already see the off duty crew members lining the rails to jeer down at her.
Danny and another crewman were waiting for her down on the deck and her stomach lurched again as she caught sight of the slender crop tucked into his belt. Even more fearsome was the piece of equipment laid out in readiness. It was a heavy wooden wedge, about a metre in height, the sloping surface slightly rounded and highly polished. A round socket part way up and a stout ring bolt set into the base were the only form of ornamentation but Michelle knew it for what it was. It was so obviously a whipping block, that the assortment of whips tossed carelessly on the deck nearby hardly registered in her mind.
"There you go, guys........get her ready then we'll have ourselves a little show."
Michelle whimpered anxiously as Mitzi shoved her towards Danny, who was all too eager to take her in hand. He spun her round and wrenched her arms back and behind. Her breath hissed painfully between her lips as her wrists were crossed high up behind her back and tied quickly and efficiently together. Her feet skidded on the deck as he spun her round again, then his partner grabbed her and together they hustled her towards the block. Her body was bent forward in an effort to ease the strain on her arms and shoulders but at a snapped command from Mitzi, Danny grabbed her hair and jerked her head upright.
"That's better.......now she can see."
Michelle blinked back the tears that stung her eyes and stared at Mitzi with a mixture of fear and loathing. Mitzi looked so cool, so in control, in stark contrast to her own already sorry and ravaged appearance. Michelle hated her and yet at the same time she felt her body tingle in perverse anticipation. This woman, far more than the men who held her in their grip would determine her fate. This woman wanted far more than to beat and humiliate her into a state of obedience and submission. This woman wanted to take pleasure in the suffering of her helpless victim. Indeed, Michelle could see the pleasure she was taking from the mere sight of her in bondage and held captive by the eager crewmen.
Her belly tingled again.
It was raw, sexual and frightening. She could read Mitzi's excited arousal in the brightness of her eyes and the shining wetness on her lips. This was happening for Mitzi. Not for the entertainment of crew and not for reason of imparting yet another painful lesson but for Mitzi's personal pleasure.
Michelle licked her lips. Mitzi was so hard to please. She blinked hard to clear away the last of her tears and gasped out loud as she caught her first sight of the object Mitzi was holding out towards her. It was a dildo, a shining length of hard, polished plastic fashioned into the shape of an erect penis. It looked so long and thick that Michelle felt sick as Mitzi taunted her with it.
"You won't ever get to see the real thing but this is Dominic's cock and believe me, its accurate in every detail.....I made it myself."
She laughed out loud at Michelle's dismayed expression while the watching crewmen jeered and gestured obscenely down at her.
"It goes here.......like this."
Michelle watched with awful fascination as Mitzi fitted the curved and elongated base of the dildo into the slot on the whipping bock. It snapped loudly into place, rearing up long and thick and threatening towards the top of the block. Michelle felt her legs turn to jelly and she whimpered again as Mitzi nodded down towards the fearsome implement.
"Right.......get her mounted up."
She squealed in alarm as she was seized and lifted high above the block. Her body angled forward and she squealed again as her thighs were wrenched wide apart. It was useless to struggle, yet she couldn't prevent her body twisting and squirming as the cold, hard tip of the dildo nudged at her soft underbelly.
Her captors grunted and wrenched her thighs wider as they sensed the resistance, then she was open and the bulbous tip was inside her. She gasped as she felt herself stretched wide and wriggled desperately as she was forced inexorably down. Her sex stretched wider, her belly stuffed full of hard, unyielding dildo until she felt she could take no more. Her captors chuckled wickedly down at her and only when they were satisfied that she was fully impaled did they release the relentless pressure on her hips and shoulders. She lay flat against the polished slope. Her breasts heaved as she fought to control her breath and her hips writhed gently as she struggled to accommodate the gross intrusion into her belly.
When her ankles were seized and hauled back, she was taken by surprise and cried out in alarm and sudden pain as the dildo bedded deeper. More wicked chuckles and a chorus of mocking jeers filled her ears as she writhed and squirmed madly but as ever, she was helpless to resist. Her ankles were pulled back, crossed at the base of the wedge and tied off to the ring bolt and now she really was helpless.
She balanced on her belly, her breasts projected out over the top of the wedge and her sex stuffed full of cruel dildo. The polished surface beneath her was hard and uncomfortable, while the slight curvature ensured that she couldn't remain absolutely still. Try as she might she found herself slipping from one side to the other as the deck rose and fell beneath her. Her thighs jammed against either side of the block and the dildo jammed up inside her slit prevented her from falling, but the sensation was far from pleasant. Even worse, she could feel the dildo rotate persistently inside her each time her weight shifted. It felt huge, massively intrusive and yet strangely stimulating. She concentrated on breathing as slowly as she could and yet the feeling persisted. Steadily, relentlessly she could feel herself growing wet and open and she moaned in despair. Her nipples too began to swell until they stood out hard and distended from her breasts. The jeers and catcalls rang louder in her ears and she blushed hot with shame at the lewd spectacle she knew she presented.
"Now.........let her have it.........make her jump."
Swish! Whack!
Michelle did jump. Her mind focussed only on the urgent need to remain as still as possible, she'd all but forgotten that she was secured to a whipping block. Danny reminded her. Unseen behind her back, he'd plucked the slender crop from his belt and now he whipped it down with deadly accuracy full across the taut swell of Michelle's buttocks.
Michelle howled. Her hips spasmed at the sudden shock and her body heaved upwards in response to the stinging blow. The base of the dildo, slick and shining with her oozing juices slipped briefly into view between her thighs as she writhed and twisted and the watching crewmen jeered louder. Michelle didn't care. All her being was focussed on the fierce burning across her backside and the feel of the thick dildo sliding out from between the hot, distended lips of her sex.
Her body slumped back down and at once she felt herself slip backwards. Her tethered feet scrabbled desperately but in vain and she grunted loudly as her belly slid down to engulf the waiting rod.
Swish! Whack!
Swish! Whack!
Without giving her time to even catch her breath, Danny whipped in two more burning strokes and again the crew roared their approval as Michelle's tormented body arched upwards. Her shriek of anguish echoed around the deck and again her feet scrabbled madly in an effort to prevent her impalement on the awful, unforgiving rod. Her breasts heaved and a sheen of sweat broke over her body as she slid helplessly back. Her eyes squeezed shut and she gritted her teeth, but she couldn't stifle a low, shuddering moan as she was impaled yet again.
Swish! Whack!
Swish! Whack!
Danny settled into a punishing rhythm and Michelle howled and heaved and bucked and twisted on her erotic perch as the crop worked its fiery path down her straining buttocks.
Swish! Whack!
Swish! Whack!
Each new stroke was a white hot bolt of agony across her backside. Each new stroke was a silent explosion deep in her sex as she reared up away from the dildo, then slumped inexorably back down to bury it deep in her belly. She was hot and wet and she could feel it. She could hear it too, a loud, obscene sucking as the rod slipped out of her body and a louder, more obscene squelch as it plunged back inside. Her cheeks burned almost as hot as her backside, and she knew both Danny and Mitzi could both hear and see her shame.
Swish! Whack!
Swish! Whack!
The crop found the most tender flesh, where her buttocks curved softly round into her thighs and Michelle writhed with renewed desperation. Her backside felt roasted and the dildo was a red hot candle jammed between her thighs, but there seemed no respite.
Swish! Whack!
Swish! Whack!
She couldn't even summon up the breath to howl. All her being was concentrated on the flaming mound of her bottom and the incandescent rod that slammed in and out of her belly with each agonising slash of the crop. Her head spun and she could feel her sweat as it ran freely from her breasts and belly. The wood beneath her was slick and wet and she slithered helplessly from side to side. Her sex felt like it would split from the strain and still the crop sought out her most tender flesh.
Swish! Whack!
Swish! Whack!
A long spasm gripped her and held her suspended above the dildo. Her feet scuffed feebly and ineffectually at the deck, then she shuddered once and sank back down. Her sex squelched obscenely as the dildo slid wetly home, then her world exploded. Her body shuddered and shook as the first wave of orgasm gripped her hard. Her breasts heaved and her head went back in a silent scream of ecstasy as the persistent stimulation tipped her over the edge.
Swish! Whack!
A final stinging stroke pitched her forward and as the dildo buried itself again in her belly, the full force of her orgasm broke. She shuddered and shook, her body gripped in a spasm of release that surged through her tethered limbs in an unstoppable tide. Her breasts heaved as she gasped and sobbed uncontrollably, while her hips thrust and gyrated wildly around and around the thick shaft that impaled her. Sweat streamed from her belly and breasts as she slithered helplessly from side to side. Orgasm after orgasm ripped through her belly, until sheer exhaustion dragged her down to lie hot and panting along the whipping block. The world spun in front of her half-closed eyes and she caught a last glimpse of Mitzi's rapt expression before she fainted.
"Give her another."
Michelle gasped and spluttered as a douche of cold water sluiced over her. Her breasts heaved as she sucked in her breath and she shivered violently.
"That's it........bring her round properly."
She spluttered and choked as a bucketful of freezing water sloshed full in her face and streamed down the slope of her breasts to pool on the deck beneath her. She felt dazed and disoriented and it took a real effort to raise her head. Mitzi stood in front of her, still cool and still in control and Michelle moaned in despair. She was still tethered to the block and her body was alive with conflicting sensations. Her arms ached and her backside felt flayed raw. Between her thighs, the dildo nestled thick and intrusive. Her sex felt stretched and sticky and the exquisite tingle of arousal was slowly being driven back by a deep seated soreness. She gasped out loud as a final bucket of seawater sluiced down her back and instantly inflamed her well-flogged buttocks.
"So........back with us?"
Mitzi grabbed her chin and jerked her head back and Michelle cringed. So it wasn't over yet. Mitzi's eyes positively gleamed with barely suppressed excitement. Her lips curled into a thin smile and her hand dropped to casually fondle Michelle's breasts. Michelle moaned softly as she felt her body respond almost at once and Mitzi smiled again.
"So......so responsive........that's good.......very good."
Michelle gritted her teeth as Mitzi's fingers nipped and tugged at her nipples. Hard and erect from the freezing water, they swelled even harder under the persistent stimulation until she was forced to wriggle in the young girl's grasp. At once, the dildo jolted a sharp pulse through her belly and she gasped again, louder and more urgently. Mitzi grinned down at her discomfort.
"Feel that, do you?"
Michelle nodded dumbly. She was aware that the watching crewmen had fallen silent as though in anticipation of something and her heart pounded. They would want to make her climax again, she was certain of it, but how? Her backside felt raw and she was sure she couldn't take another thrashing so soon, but if that was what Mitzi intended........
Her eyes flicked down to the deck and she shuddered at the sight of the whips that lay there.
"Yes.......that's right........but not the way you think!"
Mitzi nodded once, her excitement so intense that Michelle could see her quivering.
"OK, Danny........do your stuff!"
Michelle yelped in alarm, but Danny was quick and efficient. He looped a leather strap round her upper arms, planted one foot heavily in the small of her back and hauled hard. Michelle squealed as she felt her arms yanked sharply back. The weight of Danny's foot pressed down hard and she squirmed madly as she felt the dildo bed deeper inside her belly. Her shoulders felt wrenched, but Danny kept up the relentless pressure until her back was arched tight and her breasts jutted out full and proud in front.
She breathed heavily and winced as she felt the dildo press hard up against her taut and flattened belly. Even the smallest movement was enough to jolt a sharp spasm through her sex and Danny was still pulling hard. Her breasts thrust up and out and the full horror of what Mitzi intended burst in on her.
"No.......oh please......"
Mitzi ignored her whispered pleas. She already held a short, multi-thonged whip and her hand trembled with intense excitement. This was what she loved, the moment when full awareness dawned on her victim. Her gaze roamed over Michelle's full and jutting breasts and her eyes narrowed at the sight of her engorged nipples.
"Yes........this too, I think."
Michelle whimpered as she watched her pick up a whippy crop with a broad, flattened tip and tuck it into the waistband of her skirt. The mere sight of the whip was bad enough but the crop.... Her heart pounded and she squealed again as Danny gave a final yank on the strap.
Everything seemed suddenly quiet and she could actually hear her own heartbeat as Mitzi's fingers trailed gently over and around the firm contours of her breasts. She wanted to close her eyes, but some dread fascination kept her gaze locked on the whip. The crew were watching too, silent and breathless.
The tension was unbearable and she longed for the first stroke. It would be truly awful, but at least she could lose herself in a delirium of pain and screaming until another shuddering climax drove everything from her mind. Mitzi made her wait. She loved the tension and most of all she loved the tension in her belly. She would need to be careful, pace herself to ensure she remained at the peak of arousal and then...... Her body tingled in anticipation of the climax she would enjoy the moment she stepped back into the privacy of her cabin.
Her fingers flicked briefly over Michelle's throbbing nipples and she drew in her breath. Now......before the mounting tension became too much for even her to bear.
Swish! Whack!
The sharp smack of leather on taut flesh rang out like a gunshot and at once Michelle screamed. The slender thongs splayed out like a fan to lick and curl cruelly over and around the taut swell of her breasts, and her body heaved. The pain lanced through her like a hundred bee stings and her breasts bucked and bounced in response to her frantic writhing.
Swish! Whack!
As Mitzi swept the lash back on a rising stroke, she screamed again. A spray of sweat burst from her tormented breasts, and as the thongs fell away Mitzi eyed her handiwork with a grim smile. The pale curves of Michelle's breasts were patterned with a fast reddening criss-cross of stripes, and her nipples were swollen so hard and fat they seemed near to bursting. Her body writhed and twisted uncontrollably, her movements punctuated by short, sharp shudders as the dildo burrowed into her belly. Already she was hot and drenched in sweat and Mitzi hesitated. Perhaps she'd waited too long? She was very aroused herself, more aroused than she wanted to be. It would be a terrible loss of face to lose control in front of the crew. She forced herself to wait, her own breasts rising and falling in time with Michelle's as she brought herself under control.
"More tension, Danny."
Michelle moaned as Danny hauled harder, then her world exploded in a tumult of heat and pain.
Swish! Whack!
Swish! Whack!
Two swift strokes set her breasts on fire and she bucked and twisted desperately as the deadly thongs whipped full across the jutting swell of her breasts. Her nipples burned and her breasts bounced and swung madly as the heat bit deep into her tender flesh. Her anguished howls were drowned out in a chorus of jeers and catcalls from the crew and her head spun. She feared her belly would split under the pressure of the dildo and yet she couldn't keep still under the relentless sting of the whip.
Her body was a flood of conflicting sensations. Her shoulders and back ached, her breasts burned and yet her belly was wet and hot. She knew she couldn't endure much more, but that seemed to give her strength. Defiantly she thrust her body up and at once Mitzi responded.
Swish! Whack!
Swish! Whack!
The breath was driven from her body and Michelle squirmed madly under the savage assault, but Mitzi was almost through. Her own belly felt liquid and she knew she couldn't contain herself much longer. Her eyes narrowed to tight slits as she sighted on Michelle's red and swollen nipples. Her fingers groped for the crop and the crew fell silent.
Michelle stirred, dimly aware of a change and her own eyes widened in shock at the sight of the crop.
"No......!"
Swish! Thwack!
Her body spasmed as the flattened tip smacked hard and fast into her thick, throbbing nipple.
Swish! Thwack!
The harsh slap of leather on flesh sounded unbelievably loud and her body spasmed again. Both nipples flamed red and hot and as she sucked her breath back into her lungs, she screamed out loud. Her breasts bounced wildly up and down and side to side. Her body whole bucked and bounced, heedless of the relentless burrowing of the dildo deep in her belly. Loud, obscene sucking sounds came from deep inside her sex and all at once she lost control.
Whether by the relentless stimulation of the dildo or as a response to the raging torment in her tortured breasts, she neither knew nor cared. All that mattered was the glorious, mind-numbing flood of release that swept up from her belly and gathered her up in a sobbing, gasping turmoil of release that went on and on.
Mitzi watched her first powerful shudders and felt her own climax build deep inside. It was time to go.
"Deal with her when she's through, Danny"
Without waiting for a reply she spun on her heel and strode purposefully from the deck. Her body tingled in eager anticipation and her sex oozed warm moisture as her ears filled with the lewd but enticing sounds of Michelle's tormented orgasm.
As she flung open the door of her cabin, Mitzi's ears caught the faint smack of leather on flesh and Michelle's immediate, anguished shriek. Her belly churned with pleasure at the sound and her lips curled into a self-indulgent smile. So soon. Danny hadn't even waited for Michelle to catch her breath; but that was good. He would give her another six with the crop, then make her suck him off before he released her from the block. Not just him either. Few of the watching crew would be able to contain themselves at the sight; but that too was good.
Michelle would soon learn that a thrashing was invariably followed by some form of sexual submission and that sex was always followed by a thrashing. Her ears caught another sharp smack and her smile widened. Danny knew his stuff, no doubt about it. She wished she could stay behind to watch but her own needs came first. There was nothing to compare to the state of arousal she experienced following on from soundly whipping one of her charges, and besides, she could watch that any time she pleased.
Her body was hot and alive and as the door swung shut behind her she reached at once for the buttons on her blouse. Her fingers shook and she forced herself to slow down and savour the feeling of arousal that gripped her. Her breasts felt so hard and hot beneath the silk and her nipples ached to be touched.
She let her fingers trail down and caressed herself through the heavy fabric. It felt so good, like sharp jolts of electricity sparking beneath her fingertips. Her lips parted and she moaned softly.
"So.......I guessed you'd be here!" She jumped as the door crashed open behind her and spun round, her face flushed with mingled guilt and excitement.
"Oh, Dominic......she was so good........if only you'd seen her......"
"I saw..........and Danny's giving her another licking now."
"I know....."
Mitzi felt her breasts heave as she faced him. His face was as flushed as her own and she knew he wanted her.
"I could almost go out there now and fuck her myself."
"I know........but I'll be better."
She threw back her shoulders and smiled wantonly as she felt her blouse strain across the swell of her breasts. Her nipples were twin peaks of desire, minutely outlined beneath the silk and Dominic reached out for her.
"You're such a whore, Mitzi......such a fucking whore....."
His fingers hooked into the top of her blouse and her lips parted in a soft squeal of pleasure as she felt the silk rip. Her breasts spilled loose and she squealed again as she felt his fingers hook into the waistband of her short skirt. Her body tingled with barely suppressed desire as he reduced her expensive, designer outfit to rags. It didn't matter, not to her and certainly not to him. All that mattered was the game.
She was naked beneath her skirt and her belly tingled again as she saw his lips curl into a thin smile.
"What a fucking whore you are.....now get on the bed.......you know the way I mean."
She practically dived onto the bed and knelt up on her hands and knees with her thighs spread wide. Her breasts felt so fat and heavy as they hung down beneath her, and she shook her shoulders just for the pleasure of feeling them sway from side to side. Like fat watermelons, topped with hard, cherry-red nipples. Dominic could never resist the sight of them and she shimmied her shoulders again for the sheer joy of it. He was close up behind her and without looking she could sense his erect cock as it reared towards her. She felt her sex quiver in anticipation, her thick, pouting lips already wide open to receive him.
"Fuck me, Dominic.......fuck me hard."
"Is there any other way?"
His voice was harsh and masterful and her back arched in a spasm of ecstasy as he thrust hard and fast into her.
"My tits.......grab my tits......"
Her body bucked forward and she squealed in delight as her nipples brushed against the sheet. Dominic thrust hard again, his cock like a thick skewer in her belly. His hands groped beneath her and she thrust back hard. She was so close already but she wanted it all.
His fingers found her breasts and curled around her like a web.
"Now.......now let me see what you've got."
He gripped her tight; hauled her back against the hardness of his belly, then fucked her hard and fast. His hips slapped loud against her bottom as he pistoned in and out of her dripping slit while she lay curled in against him. Each thrust stretched and filled her and slammed the breath from her lungs. He felt so long and hard that she could practically feel him in her throat, but it was sheer ecstasy. Her hips jiggled and squirmed against him as though to urge him deeper. Her body was hot and slick with sweat, and each breath she managed to drag into her lungs was instantly expelled in a squeal of pleasure.
Dominic gripped her tight as his fingers slipped on her sopping breasts. His hips thrust hard and fast into her and his lips curled into a thin smile as he felt her body respond. She climaxed once as he rode her, and again as he finally let go and spurted a stream of hot cream deep into her belly. Her whole body felt hot and vibrant as she writhed and bucked beneath him. Her sex pulsed and throbbed as though to suck him deep inside her belly and hold him there.
He held her jammed tight up against his hips until the last trickle of sperm oozed from his cock, then let her drop. His cock trailed wetly over her thighs as she collapsed onto the bed.
"Like I said.......a real, fucking whore."
He gazed down at her luscious curves, then turned and left as abruptly as he had entered. Mitzi barely heard him go. Spread-eagled on the bed, she was already half asleep. Her body twitched once and she murmured softly as her mind filled with the vivid image of a well-thrashed Michelle squirming amid a crowd of rampant cocks.
Chapter 10
After more than three weeks of gentle cruising on the open sea, the yacht reached a rugged coastline. Michelle had no idea where they were, but the sight of land seemed to inspire a sense of purpose among the crew and she found her curiosity aroused. Apart from anything else, there was the chance of a break in what had become her daily routine of scrubbing the decks and providing cheap entertainment for the crew. The fact that she was made to work naked made her an easy target, and every time a crewman passed within reach of her she was groped and fondled with a casual insolence.
When not actually working, she had been handed over to the off duty crewmen to be tormented and used as they saw fit. Most times that had meant being stretched out on deck to endure a quick fucking. Other times she had knelt submissively to take a thick, erect cock between her lips and once, the crew had organised a bizarre game in which she was timed while she fellated six of them, one after the other. She had felt physically sick by the time the last man jetted his sperm into her throat, but they had kept her on her knees and made her lick them all clean before she was released.
Later, the winner was declared as the man who had held out the longest and she had been given to him as a prize. He fucked her on the foredeck, in full view of his companions, taking her in both her sex and backside and prolonging the ordeal for so long that she remained sore for hours afterwards.
The whipping block with its fearsome dildo had also become a regular and unwelcome part of her routine. She had never imagined something both so painful and so degrading could even exist, but there was no respite. Both Mitzi and the crew seemed fascinated by her uncontrollable orgasms, even while she writhed in torment under the lash and each session seemed worse than the last.
Once, in a bizarre and degrading variation, they had turned her onto her back as they lowered her onto the block. Her eyes had bugged wide as the thick shaft of the dildo impaled her anus until she was so stretched she felt certain it would split her. Even then they weren't satisfied until they had her legs drawn back and secured to her bound wrists, to render her openly and obscenely splayed. They teased her nipples until she was hot and ready and then they fucked her hard.
It was a breathtaking sensation. The dildo pressed so hard up against the back wall of her sex that she felt stuffed full even before they penetrated her. Her eyes bugged again and again as cock after cock buried itself in the squeezed-tight tunnel of her sex and shafted her to orgasm after shattering orgasm. Naturally, they whipped her afterwards and cheered loudly as the whip drove her to one final, shattering orgasm. Twice, she had been stretched across the capstan and whipped; severely whipped. It was not for any fault of her own, but merely because the marks left by the previous flogging were judged to have faded sufficiently.
On each occasion, Mitzi had taken over the lash from Dominic and of the two of them, she now feared Mitzi the more. Although lacking Dominic's speed and strength, the young girl seemed to know instinctively where to find her most sensitive flesh and she laid on the lash with deadly accuracy. Dominic made her howl sure enough, but Mitzi's efforts were guaranteed to inflict the greatest concentration of pain without causing long lasting marks.
The crew lapped it up and called on Mitzi to whip her harder, to which Mitzi invariably responded, until at last she forced her stricken victim over the edge of yet another shuddering orgasm. It was so cruel and try as she might, Michelle couldn't reconcile the stern, implacable woman who lashed her so savagely with the sensuous, demanding siren who summoned her to her bed every afternoon. Michelle had quickly become adept at pleasuring her and to her embarrassment, actively looked forward to what had become an all too brief respite from her new found and harsh existence.
Otherwise, with nothing to look at but open sea and sky, the days had blurred into an endless cycle of beatings, sex and hard work but at last here was a change.
Mitzi summoned her from her work on deck and sent her below to shower and wait in her cabin. It seemed so unfair to be confined to the cramped cubicle and she became almost impatient as she waited out the hours.
At last she sensed a change in the motion of the yacht, followed shortly afterwards by a gentle bump and she guessed they had made landfall somewhere along the rugged coast. Now her impatience became tinged with anxiety, but before she had time to dwell on what lay in store, Mitzi came for her. She was holding two long, leather straps, for all the world reminiscent of dog leads and with a quick toss of her head she motioned Michelle to her feet.
Instinctively, Michelle found herself offering up her arms and Mitzi grunted in grudging satisfaction as she wrapped a leash around each of her wrists and knotted them tight.
"Put your wrists together."
Matching her actions to her words, Mitzi pulled at Michelle's arms and took a couple of turns of each dangling leash around both wrists.
"There.....that'll do........now come with me."
She picked up the free ends and tugged impatiently, giving Michelle no choice but to follow her up onto the deck. Michelle was nervous and not sure what to expect, but as she emerged into the sunshine she could see the yacht was moored in a narrow, rocky inlet. A rough wooden jetty led to a shingle beach and beyond that, a narrow pathway straggled up the cliff.
Dominic was already halfway down the jetty and Mitzi hurried to catch him up, tugging so hard on the leash that Michelle stumbled and almost fell headlong down the gangway. She had time to register a group of dark stone buildings looming over the cliff top, then she was on the beach and stumbling painfully over the shingle.
The path up the cliff was steep, so steep that in places rough steps had been cut from the stone. Mitzi seemed not to care, hurrying along in pursuit of Dominic with such determination that by the time they reached the top of the cliff, Michelle was breathing hard.
Now she could see the buildings clearly as they loomed over her and despite the warmth of the day, she shivered at the sight. Forbidding stone walls, broken only by a wide window high up in one corner and a stout metal gate directly in front of her, stretched out to either side of where she stood. The place seemed bleak and deserted, but ahead of her, Dominic was hammering on the gate.
It opened slowly, the hinges creaking from disuse and she shivered again as Mitzi tugged on the leash and urged her through. As the gate creaked shut behind her, she caught a quick glimpse of a scruffy-looking man dressed in some kind of uniform, then Mitzi turned into a gloomy doorway and she had no choice but to follow.
Beyond the doorway was a narrow and badly lit flight of stairs and as she stumbled upwards, she felt very nervous and afraid about where she was being taken. The stairway gave onto an equally narrow corridor, but at least there were windows along one wall and as Mitzi hustled her along, Michelle peered anxiously outside.
The view was not encouraging. All she could make out was a bare stone courtyard, surrounded by high buildings lined with narrow windows. She couldn't be sure, but it looked as though the windows were barred and she wondered if she was in some kind of prison. Even as the thought struck her, she remembered what Rosetti had said about her sister being held in a Turkish jail and she shuddered as she realised this must be the very place.
Surely Dominic didn't intend to incarcerate her too? She could think of nothing she'd done to deserve such a fate; but why else would he have brought her to such a place? To ask would be pointless and carried the risk of punishment for her presumption, so she hurried along on the end of her tether, growing more and more uneasy with each step she took. Up ahead, the corridor terminated in a stout wooden door. Dominic knocked once, but merely from politeness, for without waiting for a reply he opened it and strode purposefully into the room beyond.
Mitzi and Michelle were close behind and as she stepped into the room she was struck by the contrast with the stark building outside. The room was spacious and brightly lit by virtue of the wide window overlooking the bay beneath. It was furnished as a cross between a lounge and an office, with comfortable leather armchairs grouped around a low table and a more purposeful looking desk fronting the window. It was heavy and old fashioned, dark oak with a leather top. Brass rings hung down from each corner and at first Michelle took them for decoration, but as Mitzi led her closer, she could see how they could serve a much more sinister purpose.
Without being told, Michelle knew Mitzi intended to tie her to the desk in some manner. Her stomach lurched at the prospect, but already she was standing close up against one side and the dangling rings looked very sinister indeed. Sure enough, Mitzi lost no time in unlashing her wrists before gathering up the loose ends of the straps and feeding them through the rings.
"Get your feet apart......come on.....wider!"
Under Mitzi's impatient urging, Michelle shuffled her feet wider and wider apart until at last the young woman grunted in satisfaction. Deftly, she squatted down and pulled each dangling strap taut, before fastening the ends around Michelle's ankles. Michelle was more helpless now than when she had first entered the prison. She was firmly tethered to the desk, with her arms pulled out and down to each side and her legs spread wide.
So tightly were the straps fastened that her thighs were pressed hard up against the edge of the desk and to further secure her in place, Mitzi dug into the pocket of her skirt and produced an additional strap. This one stretched tight across the back of Michelle's thighs, just under the curve of her bottom and was pulled taut before being tied off to the rings at either corner. Now there was no way she could move either forwards or backwards and even turning from side to side was difficult.
Mitzi grunted her satisfaction and glanced quickly towards Dominic for his approval before stepping back out of the way. The room fell quiet, so quiet that Michelle was very aware of the anxious beating of her heart. It was very obvious that she had been tethered as she was for much more than display purposes. The only way for her to move was forwards, bent over the desk with her bottom thrust up in the air and she knew what that meant. Covertly she glanced around for some sign of a whip or cane. There was nothing to be seen, but that meant little and her anxiety mounted with each minute that dragged slowly by.
The sound of the door opening took her by surprise and her head was half turned to watch before Mitzi's hissed command reminded her of her situation.
"Keep your eyes to the front.......I'll tell you when you can move."
Heart beating faster, Michelle dragged her head back round. She guessed Mitzi would make her pay for her lapse, but that hardly seemed to matter compared to her curiosity regarding whoever had entered the room. From the corner of her eye she could see more than one person, and she could also make out that at least one of them was as naked as she was herself. With heart-stopping certainty she knew it was Michaela and it took all her self control to remain facing forward.
There was the sound of hearty greetings and laughter between Dominic and the newcomers, then as a group they moved towards the far edge of the desk. At last Michelle got a chance to take a good look at the newcomers, but her attention was riveted on the naked girl in the centre of the group. It was Michaela, but a very much changed Michaela from the wild child she remembered.
The girl that faced her was her image in every way but the image was somehow flawed. Her face was drawn and her eyes were wary and downcast. Her shoulders, which once would have been thrown proudly back to accentuate the firm swell of her breasts, slumped limply. She offered no resistance as she was pushed into position against the side of the desk and tethered in the same manner.
Michelle was shocked and her mouth felt suddenly dry. Whatever had happened to Michaela would soon be happening to her. She was certain of it and as the thought took hold of her mind, she glanced quickly at the other newcomers. One was obviously a guard, his uniform crumpled and dirty and his face unshaven. He glanced back at her disdainfully and she shivered at the coldness of his gaze, before shifting her attention to his companion.
He too wore a uniform of sorts, although it was immaculately tailored and bore more of a resemblance to a formal suit. He was short and running to fat, his complexion was swarthy and his black hair shone with grease. His face was split by a wide grin to reveal a mouthful of stubby, yellowing teeth and he was eyeing her up and down with lascivious intent.
Michelle shivered again, but bound as she was, there was no way of avoiding his gaze. Her skin crawled and she felt sick at the thought of him touching her.
Across the desk, Michaela's head lifted and her lips moved silently.
"Sorry, Michelle.......so sorry."
Sorry!
Michelle felt the blood rushing to her cheeks. Since her ordeal had begun she had somehow managed to suppress the knowledge that Michaela was somehow responsible, but to see her here like this was too much to bear.
"Sorry! You......you stupid, selfish bitch....."
Words failed her and a sudden panic gripped her stomach at the fear of retribution for her outburst, but to her surprise Dominic was laughing out loud.
"Well........what a very pretty welcome for your long lost sister."
Michaela's head was sunk back onto her chest, shamed and stung by Michelle's accusation. Dominic ignored them both and turned to address the more smartly dressed of his companions.
"No love lost there........hardly surprising really......now let me see what progress you've made with Michaela."
Grinning broadly, the man snapped his fingers and Michaela practically jumped to attention.
"You heard your master, slut........show him what a well behaved little bitch you are and let him have a good look at you."
Her face flushed red with shame, Michaela leaned forward over the desk. Michelle blushed too, embarrassed for her sister, while very aware that she too could be ordered to do exactly the same. She could see Michaela wincing at the discomfort of the straps tightening against her spread thighs, then her long hair swung forward to hide her pained expression. Further and further she bent until her breasts brushed against the leather surface of the desk. Michelle had a quick glimpse of her nipples puckering in response to the cold contact, then she was fully down, breasts pressed hard against the desk and her backside jutting up and out behind her.
Both Dominic and his companion peered at her closely.
"She seems to have been whipped rather a lot."
The man shrugged dismissively.
"It was necessary."
"No doubt.......and enjoyable too perhaps?"
They both laughed out loud and Michelle squirmed nervously. She could clearly see how recently Michaela had been whipped. Her upthrust backside looked incredibly red and sore, and the dark red welts tracking across both quivering cheeks bore evidence of how savagely she had been thrashed. Michelle had no doubt that she was destined to suffer a similar fate at the hands of Dominic's repulsive companion. Her stomach lurched and she felt physically sick at the thought. Even more sickening was the knowledge that whatever lay in store for her, she was powerless to prevent it.
With a start she realised that the laughter had stopped, and as she tore her gaze from Michaela's ravaged backside, she saw both men staring at her with amused smiles on their faces. Dominic laid one arm across his companion's shoulder and led him around the desk.
"Time for introductions........Yusef, this is Michelle."
Yusef leered at her and Michelle felt her stomach lurch again.
"She is much like her sister.......are they alike in every way?"
His eyes gleamed in a predatory manner and Dominic shrugged.
"In most ways, yes......but Michelle is perhaps quicker to learn."
"Hmmmmmm........I shall see."
Casually he reached out to fondle her breast and it took all Michelle's resolve not to flinch away as his hand closed around her pliant flesh.
"Your sister was stubborn.......I hope you will not give me the same trouble."
"N.....no, master."
"Hmmmmm......as I say, I shall see."
Michelle felt close to tears. Whatever she said she knew it would make no difference to her treatment. Yusef was obviously a sadistic little bully who took pleasure from punishing his helpless victims at every opportunity. Michaela's well flogged backside bore ample testimony to that and she had no reason to suppose she would be treated any more leniently.
"Stop playing with her tits, Yusef....there'll be plenty of time for that later and I want her to concentrate on my instructions."
Reluctantly, Yusef released her breast and Michelle fought down the instinctive trembling in her legs as Dominic moved closer.
"Now listen carefully, bitch......I'm leaving you here for a few weeks......understand?"
"Yes, master."
Michelle could feel her lower lip quivering. She longed to beg him not to leave her, but knew that any pleas would fall on deaf ears, as well as earning an undeserved thrashing.
"While I'm away you belong to Yusef or anyone else he cares to give you to...........understand?"
"Yes, master."
Tears pricked the back of Michelle's eyes and she struggled to retain her composure. It was so unfair and so undeserved. Dominic waved a hand dismissively towards Michaela, still bent submissively over the desk.
"You've seen what happens if you give Yusef cause to discipline you, so make sure you learn fast."
"Yes, master......I will."
She felt so degraded, but there was nothing else to do except grovel and hope for the best, but even that glimmer of hope was snatched away.
"Of course you will, but as you've probably already guessed, Yusef gets a real kick out of whipping a little slut's backside; and if he wants to thrash you regardless, then that's too bad for you."
He grinned wickedly at the effect of his words and stepped back a pace.
"She's all yours, Yusef, and I'll take the other one back."
"A pity I can't keep both.......ah well."
He gestured to the guard and barked out an order, presumably in Turkish. The guard gestured towards Michaela's prone body and gabbled something in reply, to Yusef's obvious amusement.
"Yuri wishes to give her something to remember him by." Dominic was amused too and waved his assent.
"By all means.......it will also prove a good first lesson for Michelle."
For a few moments Michelle was confused, then she saw the guard tugging down the zip on his trousers and understood at once. Michaela understood too and her body stiffened as the guard stepped briskly up behind her. He tugged his already half-erect cock into the open and leaned forward over her. His hands slid roughly up her body and burrowed down beneath her to grasp her breasts.
Michaela shuddered as his hands closed around her soft flesh, and a barely audible gasp escaped her lips as he squeezed her hard. He leered at her reaction and squeezed harder, pulling her up clear of the table and back against his rapidly hardening cock.
Michelle watched wide eyed as her sister was mauled lewdly and mercilessly. Yuri's thick fingers seemed buried in the pliant flesh of her breasts, her face contorted in pain as he squeezed and twisted the dangling globes. Above the curve of her bottom, his erection swelled long and stiff.
He muttered something to Yusef and grinned broadly before stepping back. The swaying head of his cock slipped down the crease of Michaela's bottom and disappeared briefly from view. He muttered again, then thrust hard and Michaela's body jerked. Her hands balled into tight fists and her mouth opened wide in an explosive gasp as she was brutally penetrated. Her hips squirmed madly and her back arched. It looked for all the world as though she was trying to thrust herself forward in a vain effort to dislodge the guard's cock, but his grip on her breasts was relentless. Hauling back, he impaled her fully, her anguished gasps drowned by his laughter.
Michelle felt sick. Her own sister was being skewered like a piece of meat right in front of her and she was powerless to help. She wanted to cry out loud and beg for an end to the obscene spectacle, but something more than her bonds kept her rooted to the spot.
Shocking and degrading though the sight was, she was also gripped by a morbid fascination. With a sickening certainty, she knew that before very long it would be her turn too lie helpless under the same bruising assault. Perversely she felt her nipples hardening and as she watched the guard thrust himself into Michaela again and again, she felt her sex growing hot and moist.
Michaela gasped and moaned continuously, her hips quivering and squirming under the relentless assault. Yuri was reaming her steadily, his own hips moving in a pounding rhythm as he withdrew and thrust hard back into her. Her body bucked and jerked each time she was impaled, but his steely grip on her breasts held her in place. Sweat streamed down her face and her breath rasped harsh in her throat.
Michelle was struck dumb, her eyes fixed on the appalling display. She knew now that it was being played out for her benefit, to accustom her to what she could expect at Yusef's hands. Her stomach lurched at the thought and yet the more she watched the more aroused she became.
Yuri began to gasp, his body stiffening against Michaela, then with one last convulsive thrust of his hips, he climaxed deep inside her. His hands squeezed tighter around her breasts and his weight drove her forward as he slumped against her. Michaela cried out softly and her hips shook; then it was finished.
Without ceremony, Yuri slipped out of her and pressed his rapidly shrinking cock between the cheeks of her backside. Thrusting his hips quickly back and forth, he rubbed himself clean against her in an act of breathtaking insolence.
Again, Michelle was appalled at the casual and degrading manner in which her sister was being used, but even as she watched the guard finally tuck his cock back inside his trousers, she felt a faint quivering deep inside her sex. It was a reaction clearly not shared by the unfortunate Michaela. She lay limp across the desk top, eyes squeezed shut to hold back her tears of pain and humiliation. Dominic regarded her disdainfully and signalled Mitzi forward.
"Get her up and we'll be on our way."
While Mitzi got to work, he approached Michelle, his eyes flicking briefly over her nipples and sex.
"Enjoy watching that, did you?"
"I.....I....."
She flushed red and hung her head in confusion. He leaned closer, hand slipping easily between her thighs to confirm her aroused state.
"Yes.......you certainly did enjoy it.......maybe you're even more of a slut than I figured you to be."
He fingered her openly, enjoying her confusion as conflicting emotions of arousal and shame raged inside her.
Across the desk, Mitzi had hauled Michaela upright and bound her wrists in front and Dominic abruptly turned his attention back to her.
"Are you ready to come with me, slut?"
"Yes, master."
Michaela's voice was barely a whisper but her sense of relief was plain for all to hear.
Dominic snapped his fingers at Mitzi and squeezed Michelle's breast briefly before turning to go.
"See you in a month or so, slut......and remember......you belong to Yusef."
Yusef grinned wickedly at her and turned to leave with Dominic.
Mitzi and Michaela trailed along behind and finally, after subjecting her to a long, lascivious scrutiny, the guard followed; closing the door firmly behind him. Michelle shivered. She was all alone in a strange place and at the mercy of some of the most disgusting people she had ever encountered. She had seen a little of the treatment meted out to Michaela and could guess at the rest; and soon it would be her turn.
The room was warm but she shivered again.
If she strained up onto her toes, Michelle discovered she could see the yacht moored in the bay. It suddenly seemed such a welcome sight, despite the abuse she had suffered at the hands of its crew and she wished she was the one being taken back on board instead of Michaela.
She could see her sister now, following obediently along behind Mitzi and Dominic, while the crew lined the rails to watch. Doubtless, they would be jeering and taunting, but at that moment Michelle would have given anything to be able to trade places. The straps tethering her to the side of the desk allowed her no freedom of movement at all and she felt very helpless and vulnerable as she waited.
At last, after what seemed like an age, she heard footsteps in the corridor outside. She tensed, her heart pounding and her legs beginning to quiver. Would it be Yusef or the disgusting guard? Either way, it probably made no difference, but she hoped it would be Yusef. He at least seemed to possess at least a veneer of sophistication.
It was Yusef.
As the door swung open, she forced herself to remain facing forward but caught sight of him from the corner of her eye. Her heart hammered and there was nothing she could do to still the trembling in her legs, but at least she was being spared the immediate attention of the guard.
"So.....very pretty......prettier than your sister, I think."
Yusef prowled around behind her and Michelle longed to turn her head to watch him, but that would be a mistake. If nothing else, she had learned that to do anything without express permission was always a mistake. She gritted her teeth in a desperate effort to refrain from flinching as she felt a fat finger trace its way slowly down her spine.
Behind her back, Yusef noted her reaction and smiled to himself.
"Yes.....very pretty.....and obedient too.....not like the other one."
His hands moulded around her buttocks, prising her cheeks wider apart and again Michelle gritted her teeth. It surely wouldn't be long now. Not long before she was sprawled over the desk. Not long before she felt the brutal thrust of Yusef's cock into her sex or backside.
She shuddered at the thought.
Yusef grinned again, sensing her fear and prolonging the tension and tightening his grip on her firm flesh until he succeeded in drawing a sharp gasp from her lips.
"So......the pretty girl has a voice........now listen to me, pretty one."
Michelle stiffened as he leaned closer until she could feel his breath on her cheek.
"I want to see just how obedient you are, so I'm going to untie you.......understand?"
Michelle nodded quickly and from somewhere deep inside she even found the resolve to speak out loud.
"Yes, master.....thank you, master."
"Don't be so quick to thank me.........when the straps come off, I want you to remain as you are now......understand?"
Again, Michelle nodded.
"Yes.....yes, master.......exactly as I am now."
Her heart thudded painfully in her chest and a tight knot of anxiety twisted in her stomach. This was some kind of test and she knew she had to pass.
Yusef let go of her buttocks and bent quickly to undo the straps around her ankles. The tension in her limbs eased at once and she fought down the urge to relax as he reached for the straps around her wrists. Finally, even the strap across the back of her thighs fell away and she swayed back, almost overbalanced, fingers scrabbling at the edge of the desk to hold on and avoid falling.
"You stay like that and don't move until I tell you."
Michelle breathed deeply. She could hear the rustle of clothing being removed behind her and knew what was coming. That in itself was a novelty and despite her disgust, she wondered what Yusef looked like stripped naked.
A few moments later she found out as he padded round from behind her and sat in the leather chair. He was squat and fat, his torso covered with wiry, black hairs. His arms and legs were thick and heavy with what had once been muscle, but years of idleness were now reducing that to even more fat. His cock looked tiny and shrivelled, almost hidden in the thick mat of hair at his groin, but Michelle stared at it with a dreadful fascination.
"Take a good long look, pretty one......you'll be seeing a lot more of it in the weeks to come."
He mocked her casually, making no effort to conceal himself as he reached out to pull open a wide, but shallow, drawer.
"You'll be seeing a lot of this, too."
Michelle gasped out loud and her eyes widened in real fear as he took out a long, slender cane.
It was about a metre in length, lacquered to a shiny finish and bound with leather at one end to provide a secure grip. Almost casually, Yusef laid it on the desk, noting how her gaze shifted at once from his cock.
"You are wondering no doubt if it hurts?"
"I......I......"
Michelle was unable to frame a reply. She hadn't endured a caning so far but she had no illusions about how much damage such an instrument could inflict in the right hands.
"Oh, it hurts right enough.......your sister found that out and now it's your turn."
He picked up the rod and almost casually ran the tip up from her navel to a point just short of her throat.
Michelle swallowed hard and tried not to peer down the shiny length of the cane. It felt very hard against her skin, and she could feel herself beginning to tremble at the thought of it smacking into her taut buttocks while she lay sprawled across the desk.
Yusef smiled at her obvious anxiety and trailed the rod back down her belly. He paused above the apex of her thighs, taking delight in the way she could barely conceal the quivering in her limbs, then slid it slowly and deliberately between her legs. Michelle gasped out loud at the feel of its cold hardness against her vulnerable sex. It pressed hard up against her and she stifled a low moan of despair as she felt Yusef working it up between her hidden lips.
His eyes flicked constantly from her face to her belly as he twisted the cane around and around. At the same time he steadily increased the upward pressure against her slit, until he succeeded in dragging another gasp from her lips as she was forced up onto her toes. Her face was hot as she fought hard against the subtle but relentlessly arousing pressure. Yusef pressed harder and was rewarded with yet another anguished gasp.
The cane seemed bedded deep in her narrow slit; the soft, fleshy lips bulging obscenely down to either side as he sawed it slowly back and forth. She rose higher onto her toes in an effort to diminish the persistent torment, but he followed her easily. Her breasts quivered and her belly shuddered and now he could see the wetness seeping from her. The surface of the cane shone slick and wet as it slid out from under her belly and he smiled in triumph.
"Enough!"
Michelle jumped as the cane smacked down onto the desk beneath her.
She tottered unsteadily for a few moments until she regained her composure and risked a quick glance towards Yusef. Already he had withdrawn the cane from between her thighs and was busily engaged in examining its slick surface.
"So......a not altogether unpleasant experience for you."
Michelle blushed hot at how easily she had let herself be manipulated. In a few short minutes, this disgusting man had succeeded in arousing her physically and yet he himself was still completely relaxed. As though to mock her weakness, he lifted the cane to his nose and sniffed loudly along the glistening length of it.
He grinned up at her, enjoying her uncertainty and humiliation, then rose to his feet.
"Such a pity that pleasure must give way to pain......ah, well....."
Michelle felt her stomach knot into a hard ball of tension as he strode slowly round to stand behind her. That cane would hurt, really hurt, and she had no illusions about Yusef's willingness to lay into her as hard as he could. She jumped and felt her muscles clench involuntarily as he tapped her lightly on the bottom.
"Such a pretty little ass.......I wonder if it moves as well as it looks?"
Michelle sucked in her breath and gripped the table harder. The cane tapped her again and she realised Yusef was measuring his stroke. Oh God! Even the mere thought of it turned her legs to jelly. The muscles in her backside were clenched so tight that a tremor rippled down her thighs and the churning tension in her belly made her feel sick.
Swish! Whack!
Swish! Whack!
Swish! Whack!
Swish! Whack!
Her backside blazed and the room rang to the sound of her high-pitched screams as the cane ripped mercilessly into her. Four strokes, with barely a pause between them, ravaged the taut swell of her behind and the softer but no less taut flesh of her thighs. Her body stiffened against the desk as the first fiery pain bit deep, then she bucked and heaved, bare breasts bouncing wildly as the searing heat gripped her. Her thighs banged painfully against the hard wood, but she hardly noticed.
Her hips twisted and writhed as the searing pain explored her backside. Her muscles twitched and clenched uncontrollably, and it seemed like an age before she was able to quell the trembling in her limbs.
Yusef stepped back and watched her agony, his close-set eyes ablaze with lust. He loved the sight of a naked young woman writhing under the bite of the cane. He loved the sharp sound of wood on pliant flesh, and he loved even more the explosive reaction it provoked. Even so, he knew there were limits to what could be endured and he waited patiently until Michelle's desperate writhing subsided before moving in close.
She stiffened and whimpered as she felt his hand delving between her thighs and gripped the desk hard as she felt his fingers probing her sex.
"Hah! Not so wet and willing now!"
He sneered and mocked her as he prodded and probed her again and again, until at last he succeeded in penetrating her tight slit. Michelle shuddered and closed her eyes in shame as she felt him burrow deep inside her. His hairy forearm rubbed against the firm curve of her buttocks and set her bruised flesh throbbing as he foraged insolently between her thighs. He had two meaty fingers wormed up inside her and she could feel his breath hot against her neck as he stretched her wide.
"Tight bitch! Dominic said this sort of thing turns you on........you don't feel very turned on to me!"
Tears of shame and despair trickled down Michelle's cheeks as he pulled roughly out of her and reached instead for her breasts. His fingers tugged brusquely at her nipples and he grunted again as he failed to make them swell.
"No.....not turned on at all......Ah well......plenty of time yet."
He tapped her with the cane and she stiffened in fear.
"Let's do it properly this time.........bend over and be sure you keep those lovely long legs spread wide."
Oh God! She was sure she couldn't endure any more strokes; and yet she had to.
She choked back a self-pitying sob as the cane tapped at her again. She wanted to run away, run away and hide, but it was no use. Even if there was anywhere to run to, Yusef would only drag her back and then her plight would be immeasurably worse.
As slowly as she dared she bent forward across the desk. She winced as the muscles in her thighs and stomach took up the strain, and bit her lip against the sharp stab of pain as her bottom tightened into a smooth curve. Her nipples puckered up as her breasts swung down to brush the cold leather surface of the desk, and she felt a final pull on her belly as she settled herself flat. Her legs strained taut and she was painfully aware of her bottom as it jutted up and out behind her.
Without being told, she reached out to each side to grip the edges of the desk in an effort to keep still and hold on against the impending onslaught. The leather was cold against her breasts and she could feel her heart pounding hard as she waited. Yusef tapped her once with the cane and she sucked in her breath as it lifted clear.
Swish! Whack!
Her hips convulsed and she screamed out loud as the stroke cut full across the taut, quivering globes of her backside. The sudden pain was shocking and almost unbearable and her shrill scream echoed around the room as her flesh blazed. She could feel her fingers tightening around the edge of the desk as her body heaved and she fought down the impulse to jerk upright.
Swish! Whack!
A second line of fire ripped across her heated flesh and she screamed again, thighs banging painfully against the desk as her body shuddered and shook.
Swish! Whack!
Swish! Whack!
Without giving her time to recover, Yusef whipped in two more searing strokes.
Michelle's world erupted in a white hot blaze of pain as the cane bit deep into the soft curve of flesh where thigh met buttock. Her howls of anguish reached a new crescendo and her feet lifted clear of the floor as she thrashed and kicked desperately. She lost her grip on the edge of the desk and beat her balled fists loudly against the leather as the burning pain encompassed her lower belly and backside. Sweat beaded her body and dripped down to pool beneath her breasts, and as her howls subsided her breath rasped harsh in her throat.
Yusef's eyes gleamed.
This was what he lived for. The sight and sound of a young woman writhing desperately in a futile attempt to evade punishment excited him beyond all else. His cock swelled hard and stiff from his groin and he felt the heat of lust surge up inside him as he raised the cane again.
From the corner of her eye, Michelle caught the movement and she screamed in fearful protest. Yusef hesitated, with his arm held high, savouring the moment; his own heart pounding as he watched her weak and helpless struggles. A wicked grin split his face as he saw her shudder and close her eyes, then his arm whipped down.
Swish! Whack!
Swish! Whack!
Michelle's legs kicked wildly as her thighs bore the full brunt of the punishing assault. Her screams were hoarse and choked, but her agony was all too real. She felt roasted from her waist to her knees and there was nothing she could do to stem the dreadful pain. Her breasts and belly slapped against the top of the desk as her body bucked and jerked uncontrollably. Her legs were jelly, and if not for the fact she was bent over the desk, she knew she would have been on her knees.
She screamed again as she felt Yusef's hand on her tortured flesh, then his weight was on her, bearing down hard and pressing her forward. She let herself go limp and lay shuddering and moaning as he foraged between her thighs. His fingers were rough as they penetrated her sex, but it didn't matter; it meant a respite from the dreadful beating. She heard him chuckle and his fingers burrowed deeper. He stretched her wide and laughed out loud.
"Well.....just look at that!"
He laughed again and Michelle gasped for breath. Her mind was fogged with pain but there was something else, something.......With a shock she realised she was hot and wet. Yusef was laughing because she was aroused. She couldn't believe it, but it was true. Somehow, despite the shame and pain of the caning she had just endured, she was sexually aroused. There was no denying the heat in her belly or of the urgent throbbing in her swollen nipples.
She was aroused and Yusef found the idea amusing. His fingers slipped out of her and moulded around her pubic mound. The rough palm of his hand ground down on her hot, pouting sex and she gasped and bucked beneath him as a sharp spasm gripped her belly. He gripped her harder and chuckled throatily at the spasmodic twitches his grip provoked, then abruptly he snatched his hand away.
Michelle only just managed to stifle a low moan as he let her lie, gasping and trembling for a few brief moments, then she felt his cock nudge at her quivering slit. It felt hard and thick in contrast to the shrivelled pipe of flesh he had presented earlier, and she shivered as she realised he was about to fuck her where she lay.
His hand pressed firmly in the small of her back and his cock nudged forward and slid easily into her offered sex. She shivered again, then he thrust hard into her. His weight slammed her forward and drove the breath from her body as he buried his cock in her belly. Her eyes snapped wide with shock and she squirmed and gasped wordlessly as his belly slammed into her tortured backside. Her world exploded once more in a white blaze of pain and she writhed desperately beneath him as he withdrew, then slammed into her again and again.
Her feet kicked out wildly and her hips bucked and heaved each time he filled her. Her sweat-drenched breasts slid wetly from side to side, nipples throbbing painfully against the desk. Yusef's heavy hand bore down in the small of her back to hold her pressed to the desk as he rode her relentlessly. The slap of his belly against her backside was loud and continuous, each resounding slap driving the breath from her and choking off her anguished cries.
Her body was hot, aroused and responsive, but the pain that Yusef had inflicted on her was too much to overcome. Red mist clouded her eyes and she felt her head spin, then at last, mercifully, she felt Yusef climax deep inside her. He stiffened against her, then collapsed, shuddering and gasping across her back as his cock jerked and spurted his seed into her belly. She cried and moaned as his coarse-haired belly ground into her inflamed and throbbing backside; then it was over and he collapsed to lie heavy and limp across her.
"Get up!"
Michelle whimpered weakly. Her body ached all over and she longed to be left alone, but Yusef was persistent.
"On your feet, bitch and come over here!"
She whimpered again and gritted her teeth against the stabbing ache in her limbs as she pushed herself to her feet. She swayed uncertainly as she half turned, then the sharp, still-lingering pain of the caning gripped her and she fell to her knees.
Yusef sneered at her from the far side of the room.
"What's the matter, bitch........can't you walk?"
She gritted her teeth again and attempted to haul herself to her feet.
Yusef sneered again.
"Don't bother trying........just crawl over here like the little bitch you are.......come on.......crawl."
Head down, teeth gritted against the sharp pain that jolted through her bottom and thighs at every movement, Michelle crawled to where he was waiting. Her fingers brushed against something hard and round and when she peered down she saw a ringbolt recessed into the floor. She swallowed hard and peered to the other side. Sure enough, there was another, the pair of them set about a metre apart.
"So.....you've noticed already........kneel between them."
Michelle swallowed hard again and shuffled into position. She already knew everything she needed to know about ringbolts and she felt distinctly nervous.
A metallic rattle made her look up and now she felt physically sick. A pair of chains looped around a series of pulleys ran across the ceiling above where she knelt. They were controlled from a lever in the wall and as Yusef released the tension in the lever, the chains rattled down towards the floor. Each one terminated in a heavy shackle and Michelle watched in mounting dread as they swung nearer. There was no doubt in her mind what was coming and she prayed it would be her wrists, rather than her ankles that were secured in the shackles.
Yusef grinned at the look of horror on her face and brought the chains to a halt in front of her.
"These fit your sister, so they should fit you....arms out!"
Automatically, conditioned by several weeks of rigorous training, Michelle knelt up and held out her arms. The manacles were thinly padded inside and made a snug fit around her wrists as Yusef snapped the catches closed. He grinned wickedly at her and she pulled back nervously as she saw him reach for a metre long steel bar.
"Hands up!"
As she raised her arms, Michelle saw two rings screwed into her shackles and without waiting to be told, moved her hands apart to allow Yusef to slot the bar into place. Together with the manacles, it was very heavy and dragged her arms down towards the floor so she was obliged to bend submissively forward.
"Feet apart!"
She'd been expecting and dreading the command, but had no choice other than to shuffle her knees apart until her feet rested alongside the ring bolts in the floor.
Once tethered she knew she would be utterly helpless, and she had to fight against her mounting panic as Yusef quickly and efficiently snapped two steel shackles around her ankles. Moments later he secured the shackles to the ring bolts and stepped back to admire his handiwork.
Michelle crouched miserably on the floor. Being bound with chains seemed to impart an altogether more chilling note of helplessness to her plight, and she had few illusions about Yusef's intentions. As though reading her thoughts, he began to crank the lever back and forth to shorten the dangling chains and drag her arms upwards. Unsure of whether or not he wished her to remain on her knees, she waited until the chains began to pull at her arms before struggling to rise.
"No.....wait.....stay on your knees!"
Michelle groaned against the strain on her arms as she settled back on her knees but already Yusef was pushing himself close up in front of her. He gripped her chains and spread his own arms wide to straighten her back and force her head up. His flaccid cock dangled and swung in her face as he pressed impatiently forward.
"Clean me up.........you know the way!"
Michelle nodded. This was something she knew all too well. She ran her tongue lightly over her lips and leaned forward, tongue out ready to lift him to her mouth.
A thin smear of sperm oozed from the deep slit at the tip and she could see and smell herself on him. Her tongue curled easily beneath him and her lips came down to encircle him as he leaned into her. The taste and smell of raw sex filled her nose and mouth as she drew him between her lips and sucked hard. Her tongue slid wetly around and around him and she was rewarded with the sharp taste of sperm at the back of her throat as she sucked him dry.
"All right......that's enough.......for now."
He chuckled throatily and left her kneeling while he dressed quickly.
Fully dressed, he returned to the lever in the wall and now he began to crank it hard. The strain on her arms quickly became intolerable. Michelle yelped and struggled to haul herself to her feet before she was dragged up.
Yusef sneered at her and continued to crank at the lever until her arms were hauled high above her head and her whole body was stretched taut. Only when she rose up onto her toes in a desperate effort to ease the strain that racked her limbs did he relent. The ratchet clicked back two notches to leave her flat on her feet but still trembling.
Already the strain on her arms was almost unbearable as the weight of the shackles and the spreader bar pressed down on her wrists, and her thighs quivered with the strain of being held wide apart. She flinched and whimpered as Yusef ran his hands over her tethered body.
"So young........so beautiful.......now you must remain here until Yuri comes for you.......don't worry.......if I know Yuri you won't have long to wait."
He laughed out loud and then he was gone, the door closing behind him and leaving her alone.
She breathed slowly and deeply, determined to ignore the discomfort creeping insidiously through her limbs and trying hard not to think about Yuri. The very thought of him disgusted her and Yusef had left her strung up and helpless. He had already treated her abominably but what would Yuri do to her?
Her heart almost stopped when the door finally opened, and only the chains kept her from falling to the floor in terror as Yuri crept menacingly into the room. His lips parted in a sickly grin to reveal two rows of crooked and yellowing teeth and she shrank back in horror as he crept closer.
"Pretty......very pretty."
His calloused hands cupped her breasts and squeezed hard. Michelle shuddered and yet, despite her revulsion she felt a distinct tingle as his thumbs brushed across her nipples. He grinned again and Michelle felt her skin crawl as he prowled around behind her.
He laughed rudely at the sight of her well-thrashed buttocks and thighs and prodded her inflamed flesh sharply.
"Yusef whacked you good."
He prowled round in front of her and thrust his face close.
"Did Yusef fuck you too?"
Michelle nodded sharply and tried not to gag as his stale breath washed over her.
His hand burrowed between her thighs and she winced as his fingers found her still oozing slit.
"Yes.....Yusef fucked you good.......now me!"
He jabbed a thumb towards his chest and Michelle swallowed hard to choke back the bile in her throat. She'd already seen how her sister had suffered under this animal, and now it was her turn. She tried to ignore the urgent fumbling in front of her belly as he unzipped his uniform and hauled out his cock.
"See.....hard already."
Insolently, he pushed the still-swelling shaft into her belly and began to slide his hand back and forth to work it harder. His fist smacked into her with each up stroke and left her sore and breathless as she tried to cringe away.
"Next time you do this.......maybe with your pretty little mouth."
He laughed again and his fist smacked into her even harder. She could feel him hard and throbbing against her belly. Soon now, very soon he would be inside her. She shuddered and shut her mind to the thought, until suddenly the pounding at her belly stopped.
Yuri's eye gleamed and she shuddered again as he bent down in front of her.
"Now.....now we get you loose."
With surprising deftness for a man of his bulk, he bent and unclipped the shackles binding her ankles. She staggered forward, then she felt Yuri's hands run quickly up the back of her thighs to grasp her buttocks as he rose easily to his feet. She cried out as his fingers slid into her crease and gripped hard. Her feet skidded on the floor and she was forced to spread her thighs wider as he dragged her open. She cried out again as he hauled her feet clear of the floor and her weight tore at her tethered arms, but her protests were futile. Yuri hefted her in his hands and settled her belly against his own. His cock slipped heavily beneath her and pressed urgently against her sex and his hands closed around her bottom like a vice.
The breath exploded from Michelle's body and she heaved against him as his grip instantly inflamed the cruel welts inflicted by Yusef's cane, but Yuri didn't care. His head dipped to her breasts and Michelle screamed in terror as his teeth closed around the tender bud of her left nipple. He nipped tight and worried at her like a dog before switching his attentions to her right breast, a trail of saliva marking the passage of his lips.
Michelle gasped and moaned continuously.
Yuri was shaking and pulling her from side to side and the strain on her arms was immense. Her backside stung and burned anew where his fingers dug into her while beneath her belly she could feel the hard, throbbing length of his cock as it rubbed between the dragged-open lips of her sex.
Her body bucked and writhed helplessly and her mind was a turmoil of conflicting emotions. She was disgusted by Yuri and appalled at how he was treating her and yet, perversely, her body was responding to the unrelenting stimulation of his mouth and his cock.
Her breasts dripped warm trickles of saliva and her nipples jolted to the pain each time his teeth bit into her, and yet they persisted in swelling hard and hot between his teeth. Between her thighs she could feel herself opening wider, the soft flesh of her underbelly bathed in the warm flow of arousal that oozed from her sex.
Yuri grunted and hefted her higher. His cock sprang up to spear at the open pit of her sex and she squealed softly as it nudged into her. He grunted again and Michelle squealed louder as he let her drop straight down onto his rampant shaft.
The chains rattled as her body bucked to the brutal penetration, then Yuri gripped her buttocks again and thrust his hips into her. Deep as he was, he drove deeper into her belly, dragging another desperate squeal from her lips before pulling back to thrust again. Michelle shuddered and shook under the assault, her upper body swinging wildly at the end of her chains as Yuri held her bottom tight and reamed her again and again.
Her breasts quivered and bounced as she twisted from side to side while Yuri grunted and slobbered over her firm flesh, teeth bared and seeking her nipples. Her feet beat a desperate tattoo on his back as his cock pounded her belly and her breath rasped in her throat. Her heart pounded like a trip hammer and suddenly she felt light headed and reckless. The pain and degradation she was enduring seemed swept aside on a sudden rush of arousal that knotted her belly and surged up to engulf her whole body. Her vision blurred and she didn't care that it was the disgusting Yuri who was fucking her. All she cared about was the growing fire in her belly and the stimulating, arousing feel of the cock stretching her and driving relentlessly into her.
Her squeals grew shriller and her legs tightened about Yuri's waist as she felt her sex contract in the first urgent pulse of orgasm. Her back arched and suddenly even the strain on her arms seemed to add to the glorious feeling of relief that overwhelmed her. Her body shook and she uttered one long scream as her orgasm swept up from her belly and engulfed her body in a hot, shuddering flood.
Yuri pounded into her one final time, then his hips shook and his body stiffened. His cock swelled and burst inside her, bathing her belly with floods of hot, sticky sperm. It was the added impetus Michelle needed.
Her orgasm soared to new heights and she twisted and writhed in wild abandon. Not even the sharp, searing pain of Yuri's fingers digging deep into the tortured flesh of her backside as he finally spent himself could distract from her feeling of utter release and relief. Her back arched tighter, hard-nippled breasts thrust shamelessly up and out and her belly shuddered over and over again, until at last she lay quiet and gasping.
Her body was hot and drenched with sweat and small tremors shook her limbs as she lay limp and uncaring in Yuri's hands. His cock slithered out of her and without warning he relaxed his grip on her bottom. The chains snapped tight and her anguished yelp was cut off short as the cruel strain wrenched at her arms. Tears of shock and pain sprang to her eyes and Yuri reached out to grab her breast. His eyes gleamed as he leered at her and her heart sank as she realised he was far from finished with her.
"So.......you enjoyed the fuck.....yes?"
Her mouth worked wordlessly and he shook his head.
"No matter......I don't care either way, but maybe it's better for you if you did........that was the first of many."
He threw back his head and laughed, then reached up for her shackles.
"Time to get you down........lock you away for the night."
The shackles sprang loose and Michelle swayed. Her legs felt like jelly and the raw pain of the caning stabbed at her bottom and thighs. Her knees buckled and she fell to the floor, to crouch gasping and quivering on all fours.
Yuri regarded her dispassionately.
"That's good......you stay like that and come with me."
She shook her head weakly.
"I......I can't....."
Swish! Whack!
The blaze of a whip across her backside drew a scream from her lips and pitched her forward onto her face.
"I don't think I heard you, bitch......now come with me!"
The whip flicked menacingly at her and Michelle pushed herself back up onto her hands and knees.
Yuri strode ahead of her and held the door open.
"Come on........move!"
The whip hissed through the air in warning and Michelle gritted her teeth. Her limbs could barely support her and every movement sent a sharp stab of pain through her backside and thighs, but she had to crawl or be whipped where she lay. She cringed as she crept through the door and felt the whip brush along her back, and she almost wept when she saw the length of corridor that stretched ahead of her.
"Go on.......crawl......faster!"
Yuri backed up his commands with sharp flicks of the whip across her exposed flanks as Michelle lurched forward.
"Faster......faster!"
Already her knees were bruised on the hard stone floor and she was sure she would never make it to the end of the corridor.
Swish! Whack!
Michelle howled as the lash bit into her buttocks. She twisted in agony, then the whip hissed through the air alongside her and she desperately redoubled her efforts. Yuri was relentless. He strode a few paces behind her, cracking the whip in the air above her to urge her on her way and every dozen or so steps he lashed out at her.
Michelle was desperate. The corridor seemed endless and there was no way of avoiding the whip as it lashed her again and again. Her already burning backside and thighs suffered all over again, but Yuri had other ways to make her suffer. He knew exactly how to flick the whip to ensure it curled wickedly round beneath her to smack full into her belly and breasts. Her arms trembled with the strain and more than once she was forced to jerk her back straight as her dangling breasts bounced against the cold floor.
Her knees were grazed and she lost count of how many times she'd stubbed her toes. Her whole body was sore and her head spun. Only the relentless sting of the lash spurred her on but she was close to collapse. Even when Yuri called a halt, she barely heard him and only a further stinging cut from the whip brought her up short. She heard the rattle of keys in a lock and gazed up in a daze as she realised she'd reached the end of the corridor. To her left were two barred doors, with another corridor beyond, and her heart sank. A group of guards lounged against the wall, their smiles mocking her plight as she struggled weakly forward and she realised she was entering a cell block. Prisoners pressed up against the bars of individual cells and poured scorn on her as she crawled along. Their language was strange but their meaning and gestures were all too clear.
The guards joined in and Michelle felt she wanted to curl up and die with shame. Again she missed Yuri's command to halt and the two searing slashes he dealt her brought a roar of coarse laughter from everyone who could see her.
A cell door stood open alongside her and with a feeling of profound relief she scuttled inside.
Swish! Whack!
Swish! Whack!
Two final searing strokes across her bare backside spurred her on her way, then the door clanged shut behind her and she lay limp and trembling on the floor. The excited shouts of her fellow prisoners faded away and when the evening meal was brought round, not even a prolonged hammering of a tin plate against the bars of her cell could rouse her from her exhausted sleep.
Chapter 11.
When Michelle came round it was morning. She was cold and she ached all over from having slept on the stone floor. For a few moments she lay gathering her strength and taking stock of her surroundings, and her heart sank.
She was in a bare, stone-walled cell with only a narrow slitted window high up in the back wall to emit any light. The front wall was a barred grille which ran from floor to ceiling, and beyond that was the corridor lit by a string of dim, unshaded lightbulbs. The only furnishing inside the cell itself was a narrow bunk with a threadbare woollen blanket on top and two galvanised buckets underneath. It was altogether the most depressing place she had ever seen, with not a shred of comfort anywhere to be seen. More importantly, there were no toilet or washing facilities and she realised she desperately needed to relieve herself.
A slight movement behind her caused her to turn her head and she saw one of the guards watching her from the corridor. He smiled when he saw her turn, but it was a smile without warmth and she hoped he understood English as she steeled herself for what she needed to ask.
"Please......I need to go to the bathroom."
"Bathroom?"
His brow crinkled as he turned the word over in his mind.
"Bathroom? No bathroom."
"Oh please.....you must let me go."
Michelle felt desperate, then from further down the cell block another voice cut in. The words meant nothing to her but the guard grinned his understanding.
"Ah......piss.....you want piss."
"Yes.....yes...."
Michelle nodded eagerly.
"No bathroom......you piss there."
He gestured vaguely and Michelle cast around desperately.
"There.....there..."
His finger stabbed through the bars towards the bunk and Michelle's spirits plummeted as understanding dawned.
Hesitantly she pulled out both buckets and peered inside.
One was half full of water but the other was empty, and as she held it up the guard nodded vigorously.
"Yes....yes.....you piss."
She swallowed hard, but her need was urgent and she felt the heat rush to her cheeks as she squatted over the bucket. The sound of water spurting into the bucket was embarrassingly loud, and she heard the guard laugh at her discomfort as he strolled off down the corridor. She felt dirty and degraded and when she surveyed herself she realised she had good reason. Her body smelled of stale sweat and her belly and thighs were streaked with dried and crusted trails of sperm. The water in the other bucket was cold but she made do, catching her breath as she scooped handfuls over her naked body and scrubbed herself clean with her hands.
All along the corridor she could hear her fellow prisoners waking, and she was sure the calls and laughter she could hear referred to her. Miserably she wrapped the blanket around herself and huddled up in a corner of the bunk while the prison came to life around her.
Breakfast was served to the inmates in their cells, for which she was eternally grateful. Even though she sat hunched protectively in the far corner of her cell she shuddered as the trusty from the kitchen pushed the tray under the door. She could practically feel his eyes raking her body as he lingered as long as possible in the corridor outside. The thought of mingling with the other prisoners especially as she was still naked, filled her with dread, and the almost continuous calling and laughter grated on her nerves.
Her stomach lurched as she spooned the bland porridge into her mouth, but she was almost physically sick when she heard the warders starting to open up the cells. There seemed to be some kind of roll call as the prisoners were paraded in the corridor, then the cell next door crashed open and her heart skipped a beat. Very soon now she would be dragged out to stand naked under the lecherous gaze of her fellow prisoners.
There was a pause and her heart pounded as one of the warders came to the door of her cell.
"You wait here."
She sat stunned, hardly able to believe what he said, then a wave of relief washed over her. She wasn't going to be made to work alongside the others after all. The sense of joy almost overwhelmed her, and she barely registered the fact that all the prisoners were trooping in single file past the door of her cell. Without exception they slowed as much as they could, jeering and catcalling until the warders and the pressure of the men behind hustled them on.
As the tramp of boots died away, one of the warders returned to unlock her cell and beckon her out into the corridor. When she was slow to respond he stepped into the cell and dragged her out. She stood shivering and red faced as he cast even the scant covering of her blanket aside and boldly fondled her breasts and belly. When he was finished he made her turn around to allow him to grope her bottom. The marks from the previous days' beatings were still plain to see and he grunted in satisfaction.
"The boss whipped you good......now you work well or I'll whip you just as good.......understand?"
"Yes, sir."
His arm swept out to indicate the row of buckets standing outside the cells. Obviously everybody had to use a bucket.
"You clean.......buckets first and then the floor."
The stench from some of the buckets almost made her retch as she carried them to the drain at one end of the corridor. There was a water tap and a large bottle of detergent and under the warder's direction, she washed out each bucket before returning them to the cells.
"Now you wash the floor........from the corner here to the other end"
He handed her a scrubbing brush and a handful of rags to mop up the excess water and watched while she got to work. The floor was hard on her knees and she was acutely aware of her bare breasts swinging enticingly beneath her as she worked. The warder moved with her as she worked her way slowly up the corridor, and she blushed furiously as she realised how he always positioned himself to obtain a clear view of her sex and backside.
After a while she managed to forget he was there as she concentrated on her task. Apart from the hardness of the stone floor, it wasn't unlike scrubbing the deck of Dominic's yacht and she'd done that often enough over the past few weeks. The water in the bucket needed changing, and as she pushed herself to her feet she realised she was alone. She hadn't heard the warder leave and she didn't know when he would be back, but she seized on the opportunity to relax a little. It was a long corridor and she'd only scrubbed half of it, but her limbs ached and she relished the chance to stretch away the cramp.
The sound of footsteps coming towards her galvanised her back into action, but as she reached for the tap to refill her bucket she stopped and listened again. Something was very wrong and she worried over it for a few seconds until it hit her. The warders wore soft-soled shoes, but the approaching footsteps sounded like they were made by prisoners' workboots. Not only that but she could now distinguish three separate treads.
Panic gripped her and she cast around for somewhere to hide. The end of the corridor where she was standing terminated in a locked door, and to go back to her cell meant heading in the direction of whoever was coming her way. Her heart pounded as she realised she didn't have the time. Already the footsteps sounded very close and even as she steeled herself to run, the first man rounded the corner.
She squealed in alarm as she recognised the prison uniform, then his two companions rounded the corner and between them they blocked off the corridor.
"Scream all you like.......nobody will hear and even fewer will care."
Michelle's lips moved wordlessly. He was so certain of himself that she was sure he was right. Her warder had left her alone just moments before these three turned up, and the warders supervising the work squads must know that three prisoners were missing.
"What......what do you want?"
"Ha!"
His head went back in a mirthless bark of laughter.
"What do you think we want?"
His companions grinned and all three began to advance along the corridor.
"We can do this hard or we can do it easy, but either way we'll get what we came for.....now what's it going to be?" Michelle swallowed hard. Three to one were hopeless odds, and even if she managed to evade their clutches where could she run to? All the same, she knew she had to try.
They were less than two metres away when she snatched up her bucket and hurled it in one smooth movement. The force of her own throw took her by surprise and the men ducked as the bucket sailed over their heads. She followed it up with the plastic detergent bottle, then she was off and running. Her hands shoved blindly to either side as she leapt past them, then she was free and running.
The detergent bottle was her undoing.
It bounced along the corridor just ahead of her, skidded under her flying feet and sent her tumbling to the floor. She landed heavily, the breath driven from her lungs by the impact and before she could recover they were all over her. Rough hands seized her and hauled her to her feet, then the breath was driven from her lungs again as she was slammed hard against the bars of a cell. Two of the men held her tight against the bars, while the one who seemed to be in charge scowled at her from a safe distance.
"Nice try.....but not good enough.......looks like she wants it the hard way, guys."
He nodded to his companions and Michelle found herself yanked forward. Her arms were pushed straight out behind her, then she was slammed back against the bars with a force that wrung a cry from her lips. Her arms were thrust uncomfortably back into the cell behind her and one of the men slipped through the open door to grasp her wrists and hold her in position. He pulled hard to increase the tension, and she sucked in her breath as she felt her muscles protest at the sudden strain. At the same time, the tension caused her breasts to lift and jut provocatively from her body.
"Nice.....very nice."
Wary of her legs, the leader of the three approached her from the side. His calloused hands closed over the taut swell of her breasts and gripped hard.
"You.....you bastard......let me go."
Michelle struggled in his grip and he grinned openly.
"Already she knows me so well.........yes.....I am a bastard, but that's too bad for you."
He gestured impatiently to the third man who was now lounging back against the wall.
"She talks too much......find something to shut her up."
The man cast around and came up with a handful of the rags she had used to clean the floor.
"Here, Ivan...........these will gag her well and teach her a lesson at the same time."
They all laughed as Michelle twisted her head desperately away, but there was no escape. The sodden bundle was forced between her lips and she gagged and retched as the sharp tang of detergent filled her mouth. Her cheeks bulged as more and more of the crude gag was stuffed home until she thought she would choke.
"Now let's see what she has to say for herself."
Ivan grabbed her nipples and squeezed so hard that they turned white between his fingers. Michelle squirmed but her squeals were muffled by the crude gag. He squeezed and twisted until her eyes grew wide with the pain, and though she squealed again and again, nothing came through the gag except a faint, indistinct grunting. The hot rush of blood through her abused flesh when he finally released her was almost as painful, and she was in no state to offer up any resistance as she felt his hands slip round to cup her bottom. His fingers delved between her thighs to pull her legs apart, then he hauled her off her feet.
The sudden strain on her back brought tears to her eyes, and her shoulders and upper arms grated painfully against the bars of the cell. She felt Ivan gripping her buttocks hard, then she was up, her back parallel to the floor and her legs splayed obscenely around his waist. He hefted her up for his companions to see and she closed her eyes in shame as she felt her belly thrust higher.
"Tight little slit.......just like her sister."
"Yeah......wonder if she's as hot for the feel of a man inside her?"
The crude comment was accompanied by fat fingers poking and prodding at her sex, and Michelle wriggled against the unwanted intrusion.
"She seems hot for it......get her open wider.....I'll never get this in there."
Michelle snapped her eyes open as she felt the unmistakable pressure of an erect cock against her thighs. Without her even noticing, Ivan had unzipped his overalls and his bared cock swayed up over her belly. What was coming next was inevitable and she peered down her body in a kind of appalled fascination as Ivan rubbed the heavy, throbbing shaft against the soft skin of her inner thighs.
Alongside her, his companion pressed insistently against her sex, until with a sharp cry of triumph he succeeded in penetrating her. The effect on Michelle was immediate. Her hips bucked and a long drawn-out shudder rippled through her body. It suddenly didn't matter that it was a low-life prisoner invading her body. All that mattered was the feeling of being penetrated and stretched wide as the man slipped two, then three fingers deep inside her. She whimpered softly from behind her gag and as she peered down between her breasts, she could see her body respond.
Her sex peeled open, the soft lips pulsating urgently between her thighs and her nipples swelled hard and tight. For a brief moment the sensation took her breath away, then the dull throbbing ache of abuse was swept away on a rising tide of arousal.
"Get out of the way......she wants it now."
Ivan growled at his henchman and as the man slipped his fingers out of her, he thrust his hips forward and slid easily into her. Her eyes bulged and she gurgled into her gag as his belly ground against her. His cock was short but thick, not filling her but stretching her wider than she had ever experienced and the feeling took her breath away. She could feel his coarse hairs chafing against her own smooth flesh, then he eased out of her and rammed forward again.
Michelle bucked under the onslaught. Her buttocks were held tight in his hands, but she felt her thighs opening wide as though to drag him deeper. He thrust again and again, each successive thrust harder than the last. Between times, he ground his belly hard against her and dipped his head to worry at her breasts with his mouth. His tongue felt hot and rough on her nipples, and she writhed desperately in an effort to lift herself higher.
She didn't care that she was being held cruelly captive. She didn't care that the man fucking her cared nothing for her feelings. She didn't even care that when he was done with her, his two henchmen would fuck her no less dispassionately. Nothing mattered any more except the orgasm boiling up inside her.
Ivan thrust into her one last time and her writhing took on a new urgency as she felt his cock swell and spurt inside her. His body stiffened against hers and his hands gripped her buttocks like steel claws as he spent himself into her belly. Her body bucked and heaved, but her longed-for orgasm eluded her as Ivan slipped free and left a long tendril of sperm smeared along her thigh.
She pitched painfully to the floor as he released her legs and the man behind her let go of her arms, and lay panting with frustration at Ivan's feet.
"Get up.......get up on your knees."
She struggled up, aware of his two companions pressing eagerly forward. Both had unzipped their overalls to expose stiff, throbbing erections.
"There's not much time left......use one hand on each and make it quick!"
She gazed uncomprehending at Ivan, then understanding dawned. There was no time for both of them to fuck her, so he wanted her to masturbate them both together.
Between her thighs, her sex lips quivered with the need for release, but neither man cared. All they wanted was a quick climax for themselves before the warder returned. Wearily, she reached up and curled her fingers around each straining shaft.
Both men pressed closer as she gripped harder and began to masturbate them, awkwardly at first, then faster and easier as she found her rhythm. They were grunting like pigs, pressing themselves closer and closer against her and she shuddered in disgust at what was coming. Both straining cocks were aimed full at her face and as she felt the first pulses of climax, she tried to pull back.
Ivan growled at her and rammed his boot between her shoulder blades.
"Stay there......and no slacking."
Her hands moved faster and suddenly, first one and then the other was spurting into her face. Jet after jet of hot, sticky cream smeared her cheeks and dripped down onto her breasts, until at last they were spent and she was allowed to sag forward weakly onto her hands and knees. She felt sick and disgusted but her ordeal wasn't quite over.
"Quick......you.....get her cleaned up.....you keep watch."
Ivan spat out orders as he hauled her to her feet. His fingers fished the gag from her mouth while his companions dashed about their tasks. The man detailed to clean her grinned widely as he poured cold water into her discarded bucket and slopped in a generous amount of detergent. He soaked her gag and ran the dripping cloths roughly over her face and breasts, giggling childishly as she flinched away from the cold water. The detergent stung the more sensitive flesh of her sex and brought tears to her eyes as he pushed the cloth deep into her and wiped her clean.
"There.....she'll do."
"Right........you know what to expect now, slut, so watch out for us again tomorrow because we'll be back."
Ivan dumped her unceremoniously on the floor and hurried after his companions. Michelle shuddered and pushed herself to her hands and knees. Her head spun and she couldn't think of anything other than what lay in store for her tomorrow.
Swish! Whack!
Swish! Whack!
She was jerked back to reality by the blaze of a whip across her backside and pitched forward onto the floor.
"Lazy bitch.......I'll teach you to slack off work."
Unseen and unheard, the warder had crept up on her and as Michelle wailed in protest and tried desperately to twist away from the stinging lash, he pursued her along the corridor.
Swish! Whack!
Swish! Whack!
Swish! Whack!
From then on, every morning was an ordeal. Every day she was dragged from her cell and put to work cleaning the buckets and the floor. At some point the warder supervising her would slip away, and almost immediately she would hear the dreaded footsteps echoing along the corridor.
It was always Ivan, although his two henchmen differed on a more or less daily basis. Not that it mattered much. They were present only to hold her down if she showed signs of resistance, and she soon learned the futility of that. Afterwards, when Ivan had finished with her and depending how much time remained, they would fuck her too or more usually, she would kneel and masturbate both of them together. Ivan seemed to enjoy that and laughed heartily as the jets of sperm spurted into her face or her open mouth.
Every day Ivan fucked her in a different position, so she found herself kneeling on all fours in the corridor or spread-eagled across a bunk in one of the cells. She was fucked kneeling up on a bunk with her face buried in the blanket, or strung up from the bars of a cell with her legs wrapped around his waist. Sometimes he gagged her as she had been on the first day, but other times he seemed content to listen to her gasp and moan as he fucked her roughly and urgently.
After more than a week he grew bored with her vagina and attempted to penetrate her backside while she knelt on a bunk. At first she suspected nothing as he brusquely ordered her into a convenient cell. When the bunk was pulled away from the wall and she was ordered to kneel up on it, she thought nothing more than that he intended to fuck her from behind. Even the soggy bundle of rags wadded tight between her lips failed to alarm her. Only when his henchmen closed in on her from either side and took hold of her wrists and ankles in a vice like grip did she begin to feel alarmed, and by then it was far too late.
Ivan's meaty fingers delved between the cheeks of her backside and prised them apart. She struggled, but he was too strong. Spread wide as she was, he spread her wider until she feared her stretched taut flesh would split. Her protests bubbled softly through the gag as she felt the first intrusive pressure of Ivan's cock against the tightly puckered mouth of her anus. She knew the feeling of being penetrated there, but never before by such a shaft of such awesome thickness. His weight bore down on her and his cock stabbed ineffectually at her. Her knees buckled under the pressure and she felt his cock slip easily along the narrow cleft of her backside.
"Bitch! You two......hold her still!"
Alongside her, his two henchmen gripped her tighter, pinning her in position As Ivan knelt up behind her. Again, his fingers prised her quivering cheeks apart and again his cock stabbed at her.
"Stupid bitch........quit struggling!"
Ivan backed up his instruction with slap after sharp slap across her rear, but Michelle couldn't keep still. She was just too tight to take him, and she squirmed desperately against the grip of his henchmen while he attempted to penetrate her over and over again.
If not for the gag, her screams would have been heard in the prison yard as her tender flesh was brutally pounded and stretched. Her bare breasts glistened with sweat as they heaved and swung beneath her. Her wrists and ankles felt rubbed raw as she writhed and twisted desperately on the narrow bunk.
Ivan himself grasped her hips, his fingers like steel bands around her flanks and at last the three men succeeded in holding her still. Even so, Ivan was unable to force an entry before his climax claimed him and his sperm spurted wildly up her back and along the crease of her backside. He cleaned her up himself that day and punished her at the same time.
Michelle felt only relief that the dreadful ordeal had ended. She lay quivering and exhausted on the bunk, her eyes squeezed shut and her breasts heaving as she gasped for breath. Then it occurred to her that she had not been released. Her wrists and ankles were still held tight and her eyes snapped open at the sound of her cleaning bucket being dropped on the floor.
She twisted her head desperately round in time to catch sight of Ivan lifting the scrubbing brush from the soapy water and her eyes widened in shock.
No.....he couldn't!
She squirmed in panic, then the hard-bristled brush slapped wetly into the crease of her backside. She could almost feel every bristle as it dug into her tender skin, then Ivan began to scrub. The pain was excruciating and Ivan spared her nothing. Every bristle was a separate, stinging needle against her skin as the brush almost flayed the skin from her back, her belly and her thighs.
The strong detergent stung her raw flesh unbearably, and the gag barely stifled her anguished cries as he scrubbed her over and over again until her skin felt on fire. Tears streamed down her cheeks, then it was over. Her wrists and ankles were released and she pitched forward onto the bunk, writhing and squirming uncontrollably as her body burned.
"You learn from this......yes?"
She could barely nod in reply to Ivan's arrogant question, but he showed her no mercy. She was still made to kneel up on the bunk and masturbate his henchmen. Tears almost blinded her and her hands shook so much she could barely maintain a rhythm as the two men pressed their cocks urgently against her breasts. Ivan muttered impatiently at her, but at last she succeeded in bringing them off. A surge of relief rippled through her as the hot, sticky cream spurted out over her sweat-soaked breasts. They would go now and leave her alone.
It was only when they both grabbed her again that she realised there was one more horror still to come. As his henchmen held her down, Ivan picked up the scrubbing brush once more and applied it vigorously across her breasts. Michelle howled into the gag, but she was unable to tear her eyes away from the sight of her breasts being rubbed raw. Her nipples burned like twin peaks of fire. The brush felt worse than a thousand nettles stinging her tender skin, and the harsh detergent imparted a deep and lingering burn. Her tears blinded her to the fact that Ivan at last flung away the brush, and as she toppled onto her side she realised they had left her.
For a few moments she lay gasping and shuddering, unable to even bear the thought of cupping her own abused flesh, then she remembered the warder. Too late. Even as she staggered from the cell he was on to her.
Swish! Whack!
The searing imprint of his whip across the inflamed flesh of her backside was agonising. Her legs buckled and she fell painfully to the floor.
"Lazy bitch.......what have you to say for yourself?"
The gag stifled her reply and she twisted fearfully aside as the whip swung down again.
Swish! Whack!
Swish! Whack!
Animal like, she scuttled across the floor, hotly pursued by the warder.
Swish! Whack!
Swish! Whack!
Her already raw backside bucked and jerked wildly under the relentless assault of the whip, but there was no escape. The crude gag stifled her anguished cries, but he beat her all the harder until at last she collapsed in a quivering, miserable heap on the floor.
Her eyes pleaded in vain as the warder stood astride her.
"Lazy bitch.......lazy, fucking bitch!"
Swish! Whack!
Swish! Whack!
Swish! Whack!
Ivan was mean and determined to have his way with her. Next morning he turned up with a candle, presumably stolen from the prison chapel.
"If you won't open up for me we'll just have to work you open with this."
Michelle's eyes widened in fear as he brandished the thick, waxy stem in her face. It was much longer than his cock and a little wider too. Even with one end tapered to a rounded point she was sure she wouldn't be able to accommodate it, but she knew she had no choice. Ivan was very determined and the penalty for failure was too dreadful to contemplate.
The memory of the previous day was all too fresh in her mind and her skin was still sore and tender from the vigorous scrubbing he had administered.
"Over there......move!"
Even as he jerked his thumb towards the row of empty cells, his chosen henchmen grabbed her. She was dragged backwards and slammed against the bars with enough force to drive the breath from her lungs and dispel any notion of resistance.
"Get your legs open........move it!"
As she shuffled her feet apart, Michelle felt her arms seized from behind and hauled back through the bars.
"Now stand still and don't make a fuss or you know what'll happen."
Ivan cast a meaningful glance towards her cleaning bucket as he passed the candle into the cell. Michelle shuddered and forced herself to relax as she felt the smooth tip of the candle slip down into the part-opened cleft of her backside.
"Wider......spread your legs
The man crouched behind her backed up his demands by grabbing the cheeks of her bottom and hauling them apart.
"There.....that's the little beauty."
He giggled in a high-pitched manner as he succeeded in exposing her anus, and Michelle shuddered as his fingers probed and prodded at the dark, puckered opening to her belly.
"Come on.......stop fooling around with her and stick it in," Ivan growled impatiently, and moments later Michelle felt the smooth tip of the candle stab at her backside. It penetrated her easily at first, then the shaft thickened and she felt a sharp stab of pain as she was suddenly opened wider. Ivan grinned and moved up close to her. His hands moulded around her breasts and his fingers toyed with her nipples.
"This should help you relax......see.....I'm not such a bastard after all."
He roared with laughter at his own joke, but there was some small truth in his words. Despite her fear and loathing of the man, despite the fact that he was casually mauling her breasts while one of his henchmen shoved a candle up her backside, the feel of his hands on her breasts was oddly arousing. There was no disguising the quick swelling of her nipples and Ivan's eyes narrowed.
"So......you like it when I play with your tits like this?"
Michelle moaned, as much from mounting arousal as from the feeling of being stretched wide by the candle being stuffed slowly but surely into her rectum. Already she felt so stuffed full she was certain she could take no more.
Her belly shook in a series of sharp spasms as it edged deeper and Ivan reached down to grope between her thighs. His fingers probed between her gaping sex lips and Michelle moaned again. The pressure of the candle filling her backside had squeezed her vagina tight and soft folds of flesh bulged almost obscenely from her belly.
Ivan's fingers opened her up and slipped roughly inside and she moaned again. It seemed incredible, but despite the shameful abuse of her body she was becoming more and more aroused. Ivan's fingers slipped deeper into her and suddenly she was wet. He grunted in satisfaction and leered at her as he quickly fumbled his overalls loose.
His engorged cock sprang free and he moved in on her again. His hands curled around her hips and clutched at her buttocks, and for a few moments the pressure in her backside eased as he lifted her off her feet. Her legs kicked wildly, then she felt the tip of his cock nudge at her sex.
Behind her the candle slipped free from her bottom and as her vagina gaped suddenly wide, Ivan hauled her down onto his cock. She fell forward against him, her breath suddenly harsh and ragged as familiar feelings of arousal boiled up inside her. His hands gripped her buttocks harder, pulling her wider and then the candle slid into her again. The feeling was like nothing she had ever experienced as the waxy shaft was worked steadily in and out of her while Ivan fucked her where she stood.
With her backside stuffed full, her sex was squeezed tighter and she climaxed over and over again as Ivan's cock stretched her slit and reamed her hard and fast.
Next day was the same and so was the day after until on the third day he ordered her back up onto a bunk. The filthy rags were stuffed into her mouth and she forced herself to go limp as his two henchmen gripped her wrists and ankles. Her eyes watered and she sobbed into the gag as she felt her tender flesh probed and stretched with mounting urgency. Not by the candle this time, but by Ivan's rampant cock.
Unlike the candle, Ivan's cock was thick and bulbous at the tip and there was no way it could slip easily into her. She had to be forced, and Ivan was panting with exertion and literally pounding at her backside with his cock before she finally succumbed to his assault.
Once again, the gag stifled her screams as he stretched her so wide she feared she would split, then he was inside her. She could feel every inch of him, his cock penetrating her belly like a hot blade. The feeling took her breath away and her hips heaved as she struggled against the hands holding her down.
Ivan hissed in triumph and thrust harder and as her hips bucked and heaved, Michelle felt a sudden surge of arousal. Her backside was on fire and yet there was no mistaking the warm, liquid churning in her belly. Her sex was squeezed so tight that the lips bulged out between her spread thighs. His thighs ground into the swelling folds of flesh and each thrust of his cock into her behind seemed to trigger a sharp jolt of pleasure into her belly.
Her frantic sobs dissolved into stifled moans of desire and the desperate jerking of her hips slowed to a more sensuous, but no less urgent grinding. Her orgasm was close, but not close enough. Ivan climaxed explosively inside her, his cock pulsing strongly as jet after jet of sperm filled her belly and oozed out onto her belly.
She lay spent and gasping when he pulled out of her, the normally tight and puckered mouth of her backside gaping red and raw and streaked with sperm. She felt so sore she could barely stand, but she knew that was only a beginning.
Sure enough, Ivan took her in her backside again the following day and again the day after that. She squealed like a pig and writhed madly each time he penetrated her there, and yet the feeling of pleasure that washed over her when he began reaming her was so overwhelming that she felt almost cheated when he returned to fucking her vagina.
Apart from Ivan, who could not be ignored, she paid little attention to the other inmates, although by the end of her third week of captivity she estimated she must have pleasured all of them at least once. It disturbed her to be used so casually as if she was no more than a sex toy but there was nothing she could do about it. The warders even turned a blind eye to what was going on as though it was merely part of her punishment.
She guessed that Ivan was bribing them in some way and considered the possibility of bribing them herself. It was a fine idea but she had nothing to offer apart from her body, which was already theirs for the taking to do with as they pleased. Certainly, there seemed no lack of opportunity for them to find fault with her work and administer a short but savage thrashing.
She was careful to get right back to work the moment Ivan and his henchmen left her, but the warders merely found some other excuse to beat her. Either she wasn't working hard enough, or the floor wasn't clean enough, or she was using too much detergent. It didn't matter what reason they gave, all they wanted was an excuse to thrash her, and thrash her they did.
By the end of each morning she was exhausted and sore, her backside stinging with at least half a dozen well laid-on strokes. The only relief came when a bell rang to signal the end of the morning work period. Then, as a slight concession or more probably because the warders feared a riot if she was made to mingle with the other prisoners, she was allowed to clean herself up alone.
Even that small act lacked any dignity as she was made to stand in the cold, tiled washroom while a warder hosed her down from the doorway. The water was freezing and gushed from the hose in a solid jet that threatened to topple her off her feet. No shame was spared as she was made to bend over and spread her thighs to endure the full force of the freezing flow into her sex and backside, until she was judged clean once more.
Inevitably there were no towels and she was forced to parade naked and dripping wet in front of the now equally naked inmates as they waited their turn in the washroom. Their jeers and catcalls echoed after her as she was escorted back to her cell, and as the door clanged shut behind her she collapsed onto her bunk.
Another morning over.
No better or worse than any other and every one a waking nightmare.
Chapter 12.
If mornings were becoming a nightmare, Michelle soon learned to dread the afternoons. While her fellow inmates settled back to work through the long, hot hours, she was dragged from her cell and frogmarched to the governor's office. She knew the futility of resisting and would have walked unaided, albeit reluctantly, to Yusef's office, but that mattered little to her captors.
Every day she was seized and literally dragged from her cell. Every day her arms were gripped tight and twisted halfway up her back. They could have walked her to Yusef's office, but always they took her there at a run. Her guards seemed to delight in causing her discomfort in every way possible, and there were so many ways. With her arms pulled tight behind her back, she was powerless to resist their groping hands as she was hustled without ceremony through the corridors.
Even though they held her tight, Michelle never ceased to be amazed at how much of her body they could reach with their free hands. Her breasts and belly in particular were almost constantly fondled, and by the time she arrived at the governor's office she was invariably very aroused.
Always, the office was empty and the routine never varied. The manacles would be dangling ready and once her wrists had been secured, the chains would be shortened until her arms were hauled up above her head until she was forced up onto her toes to ease the discomfort. Satisfied that her body was stretched taut, her guards would then secure her ankles to the ringbolts in the floor to keep her thighs spread wide. They would leave her then, but not before they had taken the opportunity to fondle her breasts and belly freely. Despite her efforts to resist, she quickly became aroused again and writhed sensuously in her bonds as the men teased her nipples into hard, throbbing points and took turns to penetrate her with their fingers. Only when she was hot and wet and gasping with desire did they leave her, their laughter mocking her as she hung helpless and frustrated. Their turn with her would come later, when they returned to free her from the chains and drag her back to her cell.
A nagging ache would creep into her limbs then, the unyielding pull of the chains on her limbs overcoming her trembling arousal.
The position of the ringbolts meant that she was hung facing the same wall every afternoon. It was a bare wall, devoid of any decoration except for a clock and the whip hung from a hook. Always the same whip, the three knotted strands hanging heavily down towards the floor. It drew her attention even more than the clock that marked the slow passage of time while she hung aching in her bonds.
At last, when it seemed her body could take no more, Yusef would come for her. Refreshed after his siesta, he would prowl around her, prolonging the tension before lifting the whip down from its hook. Michelle would cringe then, but hung and spread as she was she could only watch wide eyed while he shook out the lashes. He whipped her without mercy, the lashes flailing at her taut flesh in an unrelenting barrage of blows that left her shocked and breathless.
Every day a different part of her body suffered. Sometimes it was her backside or her thighs. Sometimes it was her back or most dreadful of all, her belly or her breasts. It was never the same, but whatever the target, the punishment itself never varied. An even half dozen stinging strokes, each delivered hard and fast without heed to her cries or pleas. When it was over and she hung writhing and gasping, he took his time replacing the whip before turning his attention back to her.
That was the worst time of all. The searing sting of the whip left her hot and breathless and her limbs ached even more from her frantic, but futile writhing. Her bare breasts heaved as she struggled bring herself under control and her body glistened beneath a sheen of sweat.
Yusef loved to see her that way.
He revelled in her lewd exposure. He loved to fondle her freshly-flogged flesh and feel her cringe beneath his touch. Her quiet whimpers were music to his ears and when he finally delved between her thighs and probed the deep slit of her sex, he knew what he would find. Despite her shame and the pain he had inflicted on her, she was always wet and aroused.
He felt her belly quiver gently as he probed her, and watched her nipples swell into hard, throbbing teats as he fondled her. Her eyes were downcast and wary and with good reason. Now was the time when he would cruelly twist her nipples if the mood took him. Or maybe he would grip the soft folds of her sex and squeeze her until she gasped with pain and writhed in his hands. Whatever he wanted to do, she was helpless to resist. On more than one occasion he had shortened the chains to the manacles until she felt her body was being ripped apart, and then he had whipped her again.
The pain of the lash biting into flesh stretched taut and already flogged raw was almost unbearable, but her screams seemed only to drive Yusef to flog her harder until she fainted. Those were bad days and thankfully didn't happen too often, at least, not more than twice a week.
After what seemed an age, Yusef would slacken the chains that bound her wrists and she would collapse gratefully to the floor on her hands and knees. That was how Yusef wanted her, although in truth she could do nothing else. After being strung up for so many hours her legs could not support her, so she knelt like an obedient dog at his feet. Her ankles were still chained to the ringbolts, so she knelt, thighs splayed, her sex and backside open and ready for whatever Yusef desired.
Before that however, Michelle had to make him ready. His cock grew long and stiff between her lips, until he felt ready to kneel between her splayed thighs and reach forward to take a firm grip on her breasts. He fucked her without emotion, using her breasts as handles to hold her still while he reamed her slowly and steadily. Like Ivan, he had become bored with her vagina and frequently fucked her in her backside. For him it brought the twin pleasures of a much tighter entrance and a frequent denial of orgasm for Michelle. He loved to see her panting and frustrated while he pumped his sperm into her belly. He loved to watch her sex lips quiver between her thighs while she gasped and moaned in desperate need of relief.
For her, that was the worst torment of all. To suffer so much and all for nothing.
As a final token of her utter degradation and servitude, Yusef had her take his cock between her lips once more and suck him clean. Sometimes, when the mood took him, he made her continue sucking and licking until he was hard and erect a second time. He would climax into her throat then, looking down with pleasure as she swallowed hard over and over again. He knew she was afraid of letting even a single drop escape from between her lips, and he knew why.
The first time she had pleasured him in her mouth, a few errant drops had trickled down her chin and splashed onto her breasts. He had strung her up again and thrashed her for it. Her breasts had bounced and swung delightfully as the whip smacked down on the spot. He had thrashed her until no trace of sperm remained and her breasts throbbed a deep and painful red; and she had learned her lesson quickly. Now every drop was swallowed and he searched in vain for errant dribbles on her lips.
Finished with her at last he rang for the warders to return her to her cell by way of the washroom. She was almost dead on her feet, but not so far gone that she couldn't kneel and satisfy both men with her mouth before she was hustled away to be hosed down.
For the second time in a day she shivered and spluttered under the freezing spray, until at last she was dragged back to her cell and left alone to recover in case Yuri sent for her.......and he always did!
Yuri was a pig. Even by the standards of the prisoners he was a pig. He hated everyone and everything, and seemed to reserve the worst of his venom for Michelle. She should have learned from that first afternoon in Yusef's office, but she was too tired to recognise the danger when the door clashed open and he strode into her cell.
Weary after the traumatic events of the day, she had stirred on her bunk and attempted to struggle to her feet. Not nearly fast enough! His hand clamped round her arm like a vice and she found herself hauled to her feet and literally hurled out into the corridor. He kicked her legs out from under her and fucked her right there on all fours like an animal amid the mocking jeers of both prisoners and warders alike.
"Next time be on your feet......ready and waiting."
Next time she was, but that still didn't prevent him hurling her from the cell like a rag doll. He made her crawl on all fours along the corridor and whipped her the whole way with a slender leather belt. Her bottom was raw by the time she reached his quarters, where she had to wait on him as he ate his evening meal. It was much more substantial than the fare served up to the prisoners and her mouth watered as she watched him devour a whole chicken, washed down with three beers. Afterwards he pulled her close and fondled her breasts and belly with greasy hands, before ordering her to her knees to take his cock in her mouth. She sucked him greedily, wary of the belt still lying loose on the table, but that time at least he was satisfied. Other times he was not so lenient and beat her the moment his plate was empty.
There was no pattern or reason to what he wanted, but none was required. Bent over the table amid the remains of his meal, she endured whatever thrashing he cared to deliver across her already sore behind. She was sure her howls could be heard all along the corridor, but that was what he wanted to hear so she screamed as hard as she could. She knew her screams excited him and that the beating would stop as soon as his erection throbbed hard enough in his pants to become uncomfortable.
He would fuck her then, hard and fast, thick cock reaming her slit while his hands mauled her breasts. It was brutal but fast. She never climaxed herself, but the sense of relief that surged through her when it was over was almost as good as any orgasm.
When Yusef decreed that she needed lessons on deportment, Yuri was the guard that he charged with her instruction. She had almost laughed out loud at the absurdity of such an arrangement, but when her instruction began, all became horribly clear. Without ceremony, he dragged her into the corridor and bound her wrists tight behind her back. Her fellow inmates crowded the bars of their cells to watch while he ordered her to parade up and down. Red faced with embarrassment, she paraded in front of the cells, while Yuri lounged against the wall and watched.
"Again......walk for me again.....hold your head up and keep your back straight."
Again she paraded and again the prisoners jeered, and so it went on until Yuri seemed satisfied.
Next day he introduced the refinement of a stiff leather collar. Buckled firmly round her neck, it chafed her skin and obliged her to hold her head up at an uncomfortable angle. Her breasts too were lifted by her awkward posture and as she paraded along the corridor, the jeers sounded louder in her ears. Yuri paraded her until her legs ached, and removed the collar only when he had taken her back to his own quarters and eaten his evening meal.
For three days she wore the collar, then Yuri introduced another refinement. He passed a thick strap around her upper arms and buckled it tight behind to force her arms close together. The sudden strain as her shoulders were wrenched back took her breath away and only by leaning forward could she find some small relief.
Whack!
She yelped as a short whip stung her backside and staggered forward a few faltering steps.
Whack!
Thwack!
Yuri pursued her along the corridor and struck out repeatedly at her already sore bottom.
"Stand up straight..........show yourself to be a lady."
Whack!
Thwack!
He sniggered openly at her anguished expression as she drew herself up straight. The strain brought tears to her eyes and she could feel her breasts forced out high in front as she straightened her back. The prisoners jeered loudly as she sucked in her breath causing her breasts to rise and fall dramatically, then Yuri shoved her violently in the back.
"Walk.....like before!"
Every step was an agony. Only by lifting right up onto her toes could she ease the tearing strain in her shoulders, and then she almost overbalanced.
Yuri prowled behind her, his hand coarse and heavy on her bottom as he guided her down the grim corridor. The stiff collar round her neck prevented her from turning her head to watch him and she was in terror of the strap. For over an hour he paraded her, his strap whipping out to sting her ravaged backside each time she faltered. Her legs trembled and her arms ached and she almost wept with relief when he finally called a halt.
Even then her ordeal wasn't over. He dragged her to her knees and she knelt, stiffly submissive while he dragged out his cock and jammed it between her lips. It was difficult to swallow with the restrictive collar around her throat, and he growled his dissatisfaction as his sperm seeped from her lips and dribbled onto her breasts.
Naturally, he whipped her for that. Six stinging strokes while she stood with her breasts jammed between the bars of her cell, then back to his quarters for her regular evening duties.
Three days later came the final, most dreadful refinement. While she stood collared and bound, shoulders thrust back and breasts thrust out, Yuri snapped a thin leash to the front of her collar. It passed between her thighs and she gritted her teeth as he drew it up tight into her sex before tying it off between her bound wrists. Every step seemed to bed it deeper into her sex. Her eyes watered and though she tried to walk slowly and steadily, Yuri was there with the strap to urge her on.
Swish! Whack!
Swish! Whack!
"Walk, bitch.......walk like you mean it."
Even lifted right up on her toes, the leash burrowed tight between her sensitive lips. The only way to ease the pressure was to push down with her wrists, and yet that served only to increase the pull on her shoulders.
Teeth gritted she limped and staggered on her way, jumping and lurching unsteadily each time the lash found her bare buttocks. She staggered within reach of the cells and at once her breasts were seized and mauled. Wide eyed with panic, she struggled free and at once received another slash of the whip that almost drove her to her knees.
"Walk, you bitch.......walk like a lady."
Swish! Whack!
Swish! Whack!
The instruction was relentless and unforgiving, but little by little, her body accommodated itself to the strain of such an unnatural posture.
From time to time Yuri freed her from her bonds and watched critically as she paraded unfettered along the corridor. It was difficult and she had to force herself into the stiff postures he required, but at least the beatings became fewer. Not that it mattered to Yuri. He merely found another excuse to beat her once he got her back to his quarters, or more usually, he beat her merely for the pleasure of hearing her scream.
Only when he was bored with her and ready to sleep did he release her to make her own unsteady way back to her bare cell. She had to hurry, because at least two guards would be waiting and being late made them angry. With luck they would only grope her a little and make sure she didn't wander off. More often than not it was a few whacks across her bare backside, then back onto her knees for two dollops of sperm spurted into her mouth before the rigours of the day finally ended.
She was usually asleep even as the cell door clanged shut for the night, but her sleep was far from restful. Her dreams were haunted by tormented visions of the whips and cocks that awaited her the next day. She moaned and tossed fitfully on her narrow bunk, yet while she slept and dreamed her nipples swelled and hardened, her belly grew hot and from deep inside her sex a warm moisture oozed slowly but steadily out onto her slender thighs.
Though she had no way of knowing, and it would be scant comfort even if she did, Michelle was far from alone in her misery. Miles away from her grim prison cell, as the 'Rhine Maiden' cruised easily on its way, another girl scrubbed the decks in her place. Recently returned from service at the island home of one of Dominic's many and demanding clients, her body bore ample evidence of her ordeals. Though rich enough not to care, the client wanted value for his money and had spared her neither the whip nor his lewd attentions the whole time she had spent at his home. Soundly whipped just before being returned on board, she still winced as each movement sent a spasm of pain through her red-raw backside.
Her breasts too had suffered. Her pale skin bore the faint pattern of nipple clamps, which she had worn for hours each day and by which she had been tethered to endure the all too frequent thrashings.
Another girl had taken her place and she herself would serve duty on board the yacht until she was judged fit to be hired out again. She fervently hoped it would not be too soon. She had pleased the client and that meant Dominic was pleased with her, but it also meant a swift return to the island when she was recovered. Indeed, the arrangements had been made as soon as she had been returned on board and she had even been made to kneel and kiss the man's feet in gratitude. Her head drooped at the prospect of another gruelling month in his hands, and at once she was rewarded by a sharp, stinging blow across her ravaged buttocks.
"Lazy bitch.......get on with it!"
In a panic, she bent once more to her labours, scrubbing the deck in almost frantic desperation. For a few moments she had forgotten she was in competition with a young American girl who was working her way down the opposite side of the deck. Mitzi had set them both to work together, and declared that whichever of them finished her task last would be publicly whipped and then fucked by all the off duty crew. The stakes were high, for she had no wish to feel the lash across her already ravaged backside, but the task was far from easy. Her breasts were full and round and as she already knew to her cost, an irresistible attraction to the crew.
Time and time again, she had been forced to abandon her labours and offer up her breasts to be squeezed and fondled. It was hateful and yet at the same time she had felt herself respond, for that was how she had been trained. Time and time again, her nipples had hardened and swelled and her body had grown hot with longing. The crew had teased her mercilessly, stimulating her to the ragged edge of arousal before ordering her back to her work. The orders were backed up by stinging whips across her tender backside, and though she had scrubbed frantically she was certain she would lose.
Of course, she had no way of knowing that on the far side of the yacht, the American girl was suffering her own share of humiliating delays. Her wide, generous mouth seemed made to suck on an erect cock and crewman after crewman had called her from her work to kneel at his feet and service him. Her stomach heaved and she practically retched over the deck as stream after stream of sperm jetted down her throat. The deck swam in front of her eyes as the whips drove her back to her work until the next interruption, but she didn't dare relax. Her bottom was whipped raw and while she accepted the inevitability of a fucking once her work was done, she was willing to do anything to avoid yet another dose of the lash.
Neither one of them would win.
Before the morning was through, Mitzi would berate them both for slacking and both of them would be whipped.
In the privacy of his cabin, Dominic sipped champagne and leafed through his schedule. After today, both of the girls working out on the deck would be rested for three days before it was time to pass them over for another month at the mercy of two of his demanding clients. He marked off the names in his diary and mentally notched up the increase in his already substantial funds.
Rosetti had called with news of another promising girl he had ensnared. She should be suitably broken by the end of the month if Dominic was interested, otherwise arrangements would need to be made for her to disappear. Dominic checked the chart and estimated cruising times. There was time enough in hand to put into port and see what Rosetti had to offer, and he could certainly find room for another girl. A brief call settled a suitable date which fitted in with his schedule and allowed time for Mitzi to assess the girl's potential; although in all fairness, Rosetti was rarely wrong in his judgement. So, a few days at leisure among the fleshpots of the French Riviera. He would enjoy the change and perhaps he would even be lucky at the casinos. He marked the dates in his diary, turned the page and frowned in annoyance.
Two days after his little run ashore he was due to pick up an Italian girl for the last time. He felt a small pang of regret for he found her quite attractive, but business was business and for some reason her popularity had waned among his clients. Nothing specific and there had been no complaints, it was probably nothing more than her novelty value having passed, but it mattered little.
One client had expressed an interest in possessing her and Dominic had been happy enough to agree a price. He added another figure to his calculations and took another sip of champagne.
A new girl into the stable, three girls profitably accounted for; and then there was Michaela.......
Michaela was back in prison.
Not the Turkish prison but a smaller, altogether more terrifying place.
It was her own fault. She had panicked and forgotten everything in one wild moment. She had rebelled and struggled when Dominic had delivered her up to what was to be the first of the many masters she would serve. The man had been amused at her display of fear, but not Dominic. White faced with anger he had watched the crew subdue her and pin her to the deck. Equally grim faced, Mitzi had brought the multi-thonged whip from his cabin while the crewmen spread-eagled her on her back.
The sun had blinded her, but there was no mistaking the menace in Dominic's shadow as it loomed over her.
Swish! Thwack!
Swish! Thwack!
Swish! Thwack!
She had screamed and writhed in the grip of her captors as he thrashed her hard. Tightly held though she was, her back had arched clear of the deck as the vicious lashes tore at the soft skin of her belly and licked around the tender underside of her breasts.
Swish! Thwack!
Swish! Thwack!
With grim determination, Dominic flogged her inner thighs red raw.
Swish! Whack!
Swish! Whack!
He straddled her spread-eagled body and lashed hard at her soft underbelly until her skin glowed red. Her backside beat a desperate tattoo on the hard deck as she writhed and squirmed. Her repeated screams and pleas fell on deaf ears until at last, mercifully, the thrashing ceased.
Cowering on the deck, she grovelled and apologised profusely for her lapse. Dominic was still not satisfied she had learned a lesson, and she listened in horror as he sent Mitzi to bring up a horsewhip and ordered the crew to take her forward and tie her across the capstan. She had grovelled pathetically, sobbing and pleading with him, then the client had suggested an alternative punishment.
There was a prison on the mainland not too far away. A small place to house the local low life. The chief of police was thoroughly corrupt, and for a suitable payment, no questions would be asked. Chained and confined to her cell, Michaela had begged and pleaded for another chance, but Dominic was keen to see the place.
She was ferried ashore and marched naked for miles along hot, dusty roads until they came to the village that housed the prison. Such breathtaking casualness amazed her but she realised that she was far from what she thought of as civilisation. Here, there were no friendly faces or inquisitive tourists. Here, there were merely indifferent and uncaring peasants who had long since learned to keep their own council. Eyes had watched her curiously, probably even lustfully, from behind tight shuttered windows but no one came to her aid.
The prison was small and grim with thick walls, and windows no more than thin slits in the stonework. The police chief was scruffy and uncaring. Money had changed hands and the doors of the prison had been locked behind her. Again Michaela pleaded with Dominic as she was dragged into the cell area, and as she saw what awaited her she screamed out loud.
The main cell was a pit sunk into the floor, with a heavy grille across the top. A small group of prisoners lounged on the floor of the pit, but at the sound of activity up above, they climbed to their feet.
Michaela shrank back from their eager eyes, but Mitzi shoved her forward to the rim of the pit so they could see her clearly. She stood red faced and sweating with shame and fear as they taunted her from below, while Dominic and his client examined the mechanism for lifting the heavy grille.
It was quite simple. Two chains hung from a hand-operated hoist and hooked onto the grille. It could be raised or lowered without effort and a small ladder on one wall of the cell allowed prisoners to clamber in and out. Dominic cautioned the prisoners to remain where they were, but in truth they had eyes only for Michaela as he began to raise the grille.
It swayed above the pit and both Dominic and his client pulled it to one side while Mitzi untied Michaela's wrists. At once, she refastened them to the bars and as Dominic released his grip on the grille she swung sickeningly out over the drop.
The sudden strain on her shoulders took her breath away, but far worse was the feel of eager hands pawing up at her feet. She kicked out wildly and succeeded in driving them back against the walls, then her eyes widened in terror.
Dominic had brought the long horsewhip and his eyes were cold as he measured the distance to her taut body.
"No, master.....please.......I'll do whatever you want..."
"You should have thought of that before."
She bit her lip and sucked in her breath. Her body heaved desperately but she was held fast.
Swish! Whack!
The first blow whipped round her flanks and she squealed in agony as the tip snapped at her belly. Instantly, all the fire of the earlier flogging was rekindled and her body twisted wildly in response. Below her, she heard low growls of approval and her eyes misted with tears as she saw Dominic's arm go back again.
Swish! Whack!
Swish! Whack!
She dangled and twisted desperately as the savage bite of the lash tore at her belly. The growls below turned to a chorus of animal like baying that drowned out her anguished squeals. She was hot and drenched with sweat, her stomach a leaden ball of dread as Dominic shifted position. He prowled around the edge of the pit and she swivelled her head desperately to keep him in sight.
The client watched her through narrowed eyes, and she cursed herself for her stupidity. She would have to submit to him eventually, so why had she even tried to resist?
Swish! Whack!
Swish! Whack!
She squealed and writhed as the lash tore into her back. The supple tip coiled round her like a snake and seared the stretched taut underside of her breasts. Her feet kicked madly, but there was no respite.
Swish! Whack!
Swish! Whack!
The lash was like a living thing as it hissed and curled above the pit. Michaela cringed and howled each time it tore into her but she was totally, utterly helpless. Her shoulders burned with the strain, and she jerked and twisted like a puppet as the searing pattern of strokes rained in on her from every direction. Her bottom, her belly and most agonising of all, even her breasts suffered under the seemingly endless assault.
Swish! Whack!
Swish! Whack!
Every lash brought a roar of approval from beneath her wildly kicking feet. Every lash laid a new line of fire across her tormented flesh, until a red mist clouded her eyes and her breath rasped harsh in her throat. Every lash burned worse than the last. Pain laid over pain in a body already racked with torment.
Swish! Whack!
Swish! Whack!
She couldn't take much more. Her head hung low on her breasts, and only the spasmodic twitch of her hips as the lash curled round her flanks gave proof that she was still conscious. Only then, did Dominic lay down the whip. Only then, did he signal Mitzi to bring him a bucket of water.
The freezing douche took the last of her breath away and brought a chorus of angry yells as it drenched the prisoners below her. Another freezing douche flooded over her and her head lifted wearily.
"Learned your lesson?"
"Y.....yes.....master."
"Well, let's make sure."
His voice was cold and cruel, and Michaela felt her stomach lurch as she saw him reach out for the chain hoist.
"No, master.......please.......no!"
Her mouth dropped and her terrified shrieks were drowned in the crash of metal on stone as the grille dropped back into place.
Chapter 13.
She was free! She was free of this dreadful prison.
Michelle felt her heart leap as she was shoved through the door of Yusef's office and caught sight of Dominic and Mitzi. There was a young girl too, naked and tied to the desk, as she had once been so many weeks ago, but that meant nothing to her. Dominic had come back for her and at that moment she would have done anything he asked.
No more would she suffer daily at the hands of Ivan. No more would she be dragged to Yusef's office to endure hours of excruciating bondage and a severe thrashing. No more would she be made to stand with her breasts pushed through the bars of her cell, to be freely and frequently, and all too often, roughly groped as the guards went about their daily routine.
Yusef beckoned her forward and she walked calmly and easily to the desk and took up position opposite the new captive. She too, was young and blonde, her eyes wide with fear of the unknown as she gazed across the desk. Michelle ignored her and bent forward at Dominic's urging to display her well and so recently flogged backside.
She flinched and bit her lip as his hands roamed freely across her still sore and tender flesh, but was unable to stifle a low moan as he gripped her tight and hauled her thighs wider.
"Did she give you trouble, Yusef or were you just enjoying yourself a little more than usual?"
"What do you think?"
Yusef chuckled throatily and both Dominic and Mitzi grinned in response.
"So......you'd say she was well trained?"
"Well enough."
"Good.....then we'll make the exchange and be on our way...I have clients already waiting for this one."
He slapped her backside hard, and Michelle stiffened at the reminder of what still lay ahead of her.
Clients? What kind of clients? Even as the question formed, she realised it was irrelevant. Dominic owned her and would dispose of her as he wished. In any case, what could be worse than the torments she had suffered over the past few weeks? She waited for the order to rise, but Yusef stepped forward.
"Please my friend, don't be so hasty......I must bid this one a fond farewell before you take her away."
Michelle felt her stomach lurch as Dominic chuckled softly in response.
"Of course you must........just make sure she can still walk afterwards."
Yusef bustled behind the desk and Michelle sucked in her breath as she saw him take the cane from its drawer.
Across the desk, the new girl also sucked in her breath and Yusef spared her a quick glance.
"For you this comes later......for now you should watch and learn."
The cane swayed menacingly in his grasp as he moved to stand behind and just to one side of Michelle's bent and submissive body.
"Legs a little wider apart, I think."
She bit her lip and stretched out her arms to grip the edge of the desk as the cane tapped gently on her jutting backside. The room was very quiet and all she could hear was the thudding of her heart as she waited. The cane lifted, and she heard a shocked gasp from her fellow captive as she sucked in her breath and screwed her eyes tight shut.
Swish! Thwack!
It was every bit as bad as she remembered. Her back arched and her head jerked up, her face fixed in a tight-lipped grimace of pain. Her hips shuddered and shook and as the cane lifted from her pliant flesh, a stinging stripe darkened across her pale skin.
Swish! Thwack!
Again her back arched and a low moan escaped from her clamped-shut lips. Her thighs quivered, and her knuckles gleamed white as she clutched desperately at the desk. Only two and already her backside felt roasted. She pressed herself down onto the desk, face turned away from where Yusef stood, as though by avoiding the sight she could also avoid the dreadful sting of the cane.
Swish! Whack!
At last Yusef succeeded in wringing a thin squeal of agony from her lips. The cane whipped in under the curve of her bottom and bit deep into the tender flesh at the top of her thighs. It was like a red-hot wire drawn tight across her skin and Michelle writhed wildly as Yusef held the cane pressed up against her. Her back arched, and she lifted up onto her toes as though in a bid to wriggle out from under the burning band as Yusef pressed harder.
"You've trained her well, Yusef."
"Yes....such a pity you have to take her away.....ah, well."
Almost casually, he lifted the cane and whipped it back down with savage force.
Swish! Thwack!
Michelle grunted, then howled out loud at the sudden shocking pain as the rod slammed down full along the still smarting weal of the previous stroke and set her thighs on fire. Her fists beat against the desk and her hips jerked and bucked madly as she fought to contain the fiery pain that lanced up into her belly. Her breath rasped in her throat and her hips smacked noisily against the side of the desk, then she collapsed in a quivering heap, shoulders heaving with stifled sobs.
Yusef smiled a smile of cruel satisfaction and lifted his gaze to his new charge. She was chalk white and trembling as she realised the full horror of the ordeal awaiting her.
"Soon......very soon......but for now, Yuri too wishes to give this one something to remember him by."
Michelle stirred and groaned aloud at the mention of Yuri. She hadn't seen him enter the room, but he was here now, his breath as hot and rancid as ever as he leaned over her.
Across the desk, the new girl stared wide eyed and trembling as he grabbed a handful of Michelle's hair and twisted her head round to face him. Michelle winced and opened her eyes to see his cock, already exposed and erect, rearing up above the top of the desk.
"What's the matter.......don't you want it inside you?"
She moaned and licked her lips.
"No.....I....I mean, yes, master.....I want it."
She grimaced as he twisted her hair and jerked her head higher.
"You don't sound so sure."
"Yes......yes....I am sure, master."
She hated herself for grovelling, but his grip on her hair brought tears to her eyes and there was still the threat of the cane lying on the desk in front of her.
"Well......you're getting it anyway."
He let her head fall back and stepped around between her spread thighs.
His chuckle was evil sounding as he surveyed her newly ravaged backside, and she flinched as his thick fingers traced heavily along the tracks imparted by the cane.
"In your ass, I think......it looks hot enough."
His gaze was fixed on the terror-stricken girl opposite as he spoke and his face split in an evil grin as he saw her pale even more.
Michelle kept her head down and tightened her grip on the edge of the desk. She hadn't really expected to be allowed to just walk free and she recognised the assault for what it was now. It was both a softening up display for the new girl and a warning to her about what she could expect if she failed to please either Dominic or his clients.
Yuri's thick fingers delved down the crack of her backside and she sucked in a deep breath as he pulled her wide. Her already tautly-drawn skin stretched tighter and she bit her lip at the first intrusive thrust of his cock. His hands clamped around her like a vice to hold her still as he filled her in one brutal thrust, and she squealed her agony as the white heat of penetration lanced up into her belly.
His hips ground into her as he screwed himself deeper and she cried out again as the fierce pain burst across her still smarting backside. Somehow it felt so much more degrading to be made to suffer like this while Dominic and Mitzi looked on.
She felt crushed beneath Yuri's weight and she was sure he was being extra hard on her in an effort to impress. His hands left her bottom and groped beneath her for her breasts His finger felt hot and thick as they curled tight around her pliant mounds and she bit her lip as he squeezed her hard. Now she was thoroughly pinned, unable do anything other than shudder and shake beneath him as he withdrew and slammed into her again. His cock felt massive in her belly, and as he skewered her against the desk she felt her vision blur to hazy red and her world exploded in a bright burst of pain. Not so bad this time, but still enough to take her breath away. She felt his hands mould tighter around her breasts and she pressed down hard, eager to feel the first perverse tingle of arousal that would push back the pain. Her nipples swelled against his palm and she cried out over and over again as his hips smacked her hard against the desk. His hands and his weight pinned her down and there was no way she could move, only stand with her legs spread wide and endure the bruising assault. It seemed endless, a final punishing assault designed to drive her to the very limits of her endurance. The red-hot rod that was Yuri's cock slid in and out of her in a steady, relentless rhythm and his fingers were like steel bands around her breasts, but at last her body was responding. Each new thrust opened her wider and sent a spasm of mingled pain and pleasure rippling into her belly.
His thickness bore down hard on the sensitive membranes of her sex, swollen now and squeezed out between her thighs by the relentless, pounding pressure from above. In a moment of blinding clarity she could feel the sudden rush of arousal that gripped her belly and flooded her thighs with warm wetness. Her breasts swelled hard, nipples hot and heavy in Yuri's hands and her thighs shuddered and shook.
Yuri noted the change in her and increased his pace. He bore down harder on top of her, hips smacking loudly and repeatedly against her bottom as he pistoned rapidly in and out of her. He wanted to deny her the pleasure of orgasm, but he was too late. Even as his cock swelled and spurted into her belly, her own climax overtook her. She shuddered and shook beneath him, shoulders heaving with stifled sobs of relief as wave after wave of pure pleasure washed through her. Each spurt of sperm seemed to trigger a new spasm and she cried out again and again in unashamed relief.
Only later, when she lay hot and quivering across the desk did she feel a pang of dread. The assault had been intended as a warning, a demonstration of Dominic's control over her. How would Dominic react to her very obvious orgasm? To her overwhelming relief he didn't seem to care.
"Well.......very well trained, I would say, Yusef.....you've done well with her."
Dominic sounded pleased and Michelle permitted herself a small sigh of relief. It was over. She was free....of the prison.
"Welcome back, bitch!"
Michelle's body bucked as yet another searing stroke whipped down on her already well-thrashed backside. She was bent naked over the stern rail, her wrists cuffed high up behind her back and her ankles tethered wide apart. Her bare breasts bounced and swung enticingly beneath her, as her hips heaved and squirmed in response to the relentless flogging she was being made to endure.
More than half a dozen broad welts tracked angrily across her taut cheeks, and her hips gyrated almost constantly, as though in an effort to fan cooling air over her heated flesh. Between her parted thighs, her sex lips pouted as red as her burning backside, and her ordeal had only just begun. Behind the crewman wielding the strap stood a further four of his companions, all of them bright eyed with excitement as they waited impatiently to punish her further.
"Here's another!"
Her body bucked again, but despite the sharp pain, her face bore a fixed smile of joy that none of her tormentors could see. She was back aboard the Rhine Maiden and headed out to sea. The water frothed white beneath her as each turn of the screws carried her further and further away from the hateful prison.
She could still see the place each time she raised her head, but each time she looked it was more and more distant. Even the fact that she was being soundly beaten couldn't dispel the sense of relief and joy she felt at leaving that awful place.
She'd practically wept with relief as Mitzi led her along the jetty. She'd hardly heard the mocking taunts of the crew as they lined the rail and pointed out to one another the marks of her most recent whipping. She hadn't even flinched when Dominic handed her over to them for yet another beating, under the excuse of what they termed a 'welcome home party'. Even when they explained amid much jeering and laughter that they intended to leather her raw and then fuck her senseless, her stomach hadn't lurched in horror. She had merely stood limp and unresisting while they spread her legs wide and tied her ankles to the stern rail.
She had barely winced as her arms were dragged high up behind her back and cuffed tight. Even when they had bent her over the rail and began beating her backside with wide, leather straps, she hardly cried out. Her mind was so full of the joy of being out of the grim prison and back in the open air, that she was happy to submit to almost anything.
It hurt to be sure, especially after the first half dozen strokes left her backside hot and tender, but at least none of the crew were cold, sadistic brutes like Yusef or Yuri or Ivan. She shivered at the last thought, then the strap whipped down again and her body jerked once more.
"Glad to be back, slut?" She sucked in her breath and stared hard at the receding shore. Yes, even now, even with the rail digging painfully into her ribs and her backside on fire, she was somehow glad to be back.
When she finally stirred, Michelle was cold and stiff. She moaned softly as she shivered and bit her lip to contain the sudden stab of pain that gripped her aching limbs. Bleary eyed, she gazed around in the faint light of early dawn and realised she was still bent over the stern rail. That accounted for the savage cramp in her arms and legs, and the dull ache in her ribs. It also explained why she felt so cold.
A thin mist still hung over the sea and the deck beneath her feet was damp. Memories flooded back as she realised the crew had kept their promise and literally fucked her senseless. She remembered it all now, how each one of them had taken a turn to thrash her with the leather belts until her backside and thighs felt roasted and blistered. Slumped limp and breathless over the rail, she had stared down at the churning water, too far gone even to lift her head and stare at the receding coast. Buckets of water had revived her, bucket after bucket of freezing water sluiced over her quivering body, until she had spluttered and gasped like a landed fish.
They had fucked her then, all of them, one after the other in a seemingly endless queue. Her sex gaped wide and her backside was stretched and raw but still they kept coming. Hot, sticky sperm spurted from her streaming belly each time she was penetrated, until her thighs ran slick and slimy. Her breasts ached from almost constant fondling and she lost count of how many orgasms had ripped through her. She wondered at what point she had finally passed out, her reserves drained from weeks of privation and the final strain of remaining bent over the rail.
It was no use. All she could remember was an endless stream of cocks reaming her belly, while she shuddered helplessly under the relentless assault until welcome blackness swept over her. They had obviously left her where she lay, perhaps in disgust at her lack of stamina, or maybe as a bizarre punishment. Whatever the reason, she was suffering now.
She shivered again as the chill dawn air explored her body and moaned softly, as even that slight movement, aggravated the cramp in her limbs.
"So......you've woken up at last."
Danny loomed over her and Michelle cried out as he grabbed a handful of her hair and yanked her head back.
"You look a real fucking mess......still, all the guys had themselves a real good time so what can you expect?"
He chuckled at the memory and let her head fall forward again before crouching down behind her. The damp air had tightened the knotted straps securing her ankles and he cursed softly as he worked, until at last her legs were free.
"Come on......time to get cleaned up."
Ignoring her gasps of protest, he hooked one hand around the cuffs securing her wrists and hauled her to her feet. She staggered and almost fell as he spun her round and unlocked the cuffs, then she was hustled below deck and pushed into the shower.
To her surprise the water was warm, and in place of the usual rough cake of carbolic soap there was a small bottle of scented shower gel and shampoo. This was luxury indeed, although after weeks of merely being hosed down with freezing water, she would have settled for a cake of rough soap. There was even a towel to dry herself, although Danny was quick to snatch it back the moment she was dry; then he escorted her back to her old cell.
He didn't lock her in, but there was nowhere to go, so Michelle merely settled herself down to wait. After a while one of the crew brought her breakfast and, unusually, didn't hang around to ogle her while she ate. It was all very strange, almost as if they had lost interest in her, but she was certain it couldn't last.
Sure enough, she had scarcely finished breakfast when Mitzi bustled into the cell. She was dressed in a long silk robe and was plainly wearing nothing at all beneath it. Michelle swallowed hard and made to get to her feet, but Mitzi waved her down.
"Stay where you are......I'll want you on your knees in a few minutes anyway."
Michelle guessed what that meant, and she couldn't suppress a small ripple of excitement at the thought of pleasuring her young mistress again after so many weeks of male domination. Carefully, Mitzi closed the door, then turned her attention fully to Michelle.
"The final lesson, Michelle and this one is so easy."
Michelle nodded uncertainly while Mitzi regarded her with some amusement.
"Don't worry.....it won't be anything like last night....that was just the crew letting their hair down one final time."
Michelle looked relieved and Mitzi chuckled throatily.
"Mind you, they made every minute count.....still....to business."
She fished in the pocket of her robe and brought out a short length of heavy gold chain. There was a large ring in the middle with a smaller ring set at each end and Michelle's eyes widened as she recognised what they were.
"Yes......I see I don't need to explain......now make your nipples hard for me."
Dry mouthed, Michelle lifted her hands to her breasts. Her nipples were already tingling in anticipation and as her hands closed around them they began to swell at once. Her breath caught in her throat and she moaned softly as the tingling grew stronger and more urgent. She barely needed to touch herself at all, the succulent red teats swelling and hardening irresistibly as her fingers moved gently over and around her breasts.
Mitzi stooped and moved her hands aside and she moaned again as the young girl's fingers closed around each throbbing peak. They jutted full and firm from her breasts and yet Mitzi succeeded in teasing them out even further and firmer before attaching the first ring. Michelle stifled a low moan as the cold metal crushed her throbbing flesh, then Mitzi clipped the second ring in place and she gasped out loud. The rings gripped like twin clamps and the weight of the gold chain dragged achingly down. She had to swallow hard and gasp for breath as she came to terms with the feeling, but Mitzi wasn't finished.
"Up on your knees now."
Michelle knelt up carefully, suddenly very aware of the heavy chain that dragged at her breasts and jolted sharp spasms through her nipples with every movement.
"Hands behind your back."
A pair of cuffs dangled from Mitzi's hand and as soon as Michelle was up on her knees she secured her wrists firmly behind her.
"There......from now on whenever you're in the presence of either Dominic or his guests that is how you will present yourself......on your knees with your wrists cuffed and your breasts chained."
"Yes, mistress."
Michelle could see how such a position could quickly become uncomfortable as well as being acutely humiliating, but Mitzi had one further humiliation in store.
"The chain and the cuffs are your responsibility......you will ask whoever is sent for you to put them in place before they take you to where you are wanted......understand?"
"Yes, mistress."
Michelle's spirits sank. She could imagine how humiliating such a request could be and how it would inevitably be used to taunt her unmercifully.
"Well.....what are you waiting for?"
Startled out of her thoughts, Michelle realised that Mitzi had parted her robe to reveal her firm, flat belly and long, slender thighs. Her sex lips were already parted as though in readiness, the musky scent of her mounting arousal heavy in the air. She ran her hands seductively down the length of her thighs, then reached out to brace herself against the walls of the narrow cell.
"God.....I've missed that tongue of yours.....now make it good."
Michelle licked her lips and leaned forwards, her tongue easing out to make the first, tentative contact with the moist, quivering flesh. Above her, Mitzi felt the first touch and sighed softly. She thrust her hips forward, her knees pressing insistently against Michelle's breasts as though to emphasise the sudden intimacy between them.
Michelle trembled as a sharp spasm jolted through her captive nipples, but she was fully committed. She opened her mouth wide and clamped her lips around the Mitzi's offered sex, her nose buried deep in the tangle of soft, scented hair at her belly. Her tongue probed between the folds of flesh and burrowed up like a small animal into the young woman's hot, wet slit.
"Hmmmm......that's good.......now get your tongue right in there."
Mitzi swayed further forward, her belly thrust firmly into Michelle's face and squirmed just enough to smear her now freely flowing juices across her lips. Michelle gasped and tilted her head back as Mitzi continued to press forward. Her mouth was engulfed with the now gaping lips of Mitzi's sex and at last she succeeded in spearing her tongue deep inside. Her success was rewarded at once by a short squeal of delight and Mitzi staggered another half step forward.
Michelle tilted her head further back, tongue lapping busily at the sudden flood of arousal that filled her mouth. Her back was arched so much that she was in danger of losing what little balance she had and her tongue lashed feverishly at Mitzi's dripping slit. Warm, sticky juices oozed from the young girl's belly in an ever quickening flow and her legs began to quiver.
Michelle felt the trembling against her breasts and gasped out loud at the mingled jolts of pain and pleasure that coursed through her nipples. Her tongue speared deep and lapped furiously, and Mitzi surrendered at last to her orgasm. Her hips ground down on Michelle's uptilted face as she shuddered and shook almost uncontrollably. Her hands slipped against the cell walls and her feet skidded on the hard floor.
Michelle struggled to both to retain her balance and keep her lips clamped around Mitzi's wet, quivering flesh. She was in danger of being overwhelmed, crushed beneath the trembling weight of Mitzi's heaving, oozing belly, but she clung to her like a limpet. Her cheeks were red and she gasped for breath, her nose and mouth seeming stuffed fully of hot, musky flesh until at last Mitzi's frenzied writhing subsided and she staggered back.
Hands braced against the wall, she bent over and sucked in deep lungfuls of air. Her bared breasts heaved steadily and her thighs shone wet and slick.
Michelle too, felt drained.
She waited almost eagerly for some sign that Mitzi wished to be pleasured once more, but for now the woman was satisfied enough.
"Wait here, Michelle......I'm sure one of the crew will be along to release you soon enough and then we have a little surprise for you."
Side by side, but not touching, Michelle and Michaela stood in front of Dominic's desk. As Mitzi had promised, it had come as a surprise to find Michaela on board, and at once her anger against her sister had flared up again. Both Dominic and Mitzi watched with barely concealed smiles of contempt while the two girls stared at one another, their expressions so very different. Michaela was smitten with remorse and looked longingly for some sign of understanding, but Michelle would have none of it. Fearful of speaking without permission, her lips trembled as she bit back the torrent of accusation she so obviously wanted to vent against her sister. All the same, her flashing eyes and grim scowl portrayed her feelings all too clearly, until Michaela was forced to turn her head away.
"All right.......that's enough exchange of sisterly feelings for now."
Dominic snapped his fingers and at once both girls stiffened to attention. They stood absolutely still, hardly daring to breathe as he examined them closely.
"Hmmmm.......uncanny, isn't it?"
Mitzi nodded her agreement as Dominic signalled the girls to turn around slowly. They were so alike that even she had difficulty in telling them apart.
"Michelle has longer hair."
"Well that's hardly identification enough, is it?"
"No.......I suppose not."
Mitzi studied them hard.
"Pull your hair back."
As the girls complied, Mitzi shook her head in disbelief. They were so alike, even down to the shape and size of their firm, rounded breasts and pert nipples.
"I suppose we could make sure Michelle keeps her hair long."
"Yes.......yes, we could do that, but I quite like the idea of them being identical........and I suspect a good many of my clients will too."
Dominic rested his chin on his hands and stared thoughtfully at his two captives.
"A marker.......that's what we need."
He studied the pair of them for a few moments longer, then nodded as he came to a decision.
"I think it's time we tried out our little toy."
"You mean......oh, Dominic, you don't mean?"
Mitzi was breathless with excitement, but Dominic cut her short.
"Yes.......that's exactly what I mean."
Up on the foredeck, both Michelle and Michaela knelt side by side and watched the preparations with mounting unease. The bars were being fitted to the capstan and they both knew all too well what that meant. The crew grinned down at them as they worked and both girls fidgeted uneasily as a narrow wooden plank was strapped in place across the top of the capstan.
"All right........you first."
Michelle watched as Michaela was led forward and bent over one end of the plank. Her arms were stretched out wide and secured to the capstan bars, then her legs were spread and tied down to ringbolts set into the deck. Finally, a broad leather strap was passed around both her waist and the plank and buckled down tight. Michelle winced as she saw how tightly her sister was secured and her heart pounded as the crew turned their attention to her.
"Now you.......other side of the plank."
Her legs shook as she walked around the capstan, where willing hands waited to bend and stretch her into position. She winced again as the sharp edge of the plank dug into her belly, and sucked in her breath as a thick leather strap pulled tight around her waist. Only when she was fastened in place did she realise that she'd been tied with her hands touching Michaela's, but that was part of the plan.
"Hold hands, now.......there....that's the way."
Danny forced their hands together and interlaced their fingers.
"Look up.........look at each other."
He laughed at the contrasting expressions on the girl's faces, but Michelle found she was able to ignore the mockery. She was far too concerned with what was to come and why they had both been tied in such a manner. The lewd spread of her thighs and the taut strap around her waist seemed to accentuate the smooth curve of her buttocks, and she felt her heart pound anxiously as she waited. What did Dominic have in mind this time? Mitzi knew, and she found the idea exciting enough to take her breath away. Even the crew seemed to know as they whispered and laughed together, and she wished she knew too.
At last Dominic stepped out onto the deck followed closely by Mitzi. She was holding something and seemed very agitated, and both Michelle and Michaela strained to see what it was. At once, Michelle felt sick and wished she'd contained her curiosity. It was a blowtorch and something that looked horribly like a branding iron. Certainly it was some kind of symbol attached to the end of a long, gleaming rod and in conjunction with the blowtorch what else could it be?
Michaela thought so too. Michelle heard her stifled gasp and felt her fingers clench.
"Ah........I see no explanation is necessary."
Dominic gestured Mitzi forward to allow both girls to see the branding iron.
"My mark.........a little extravagant and something I don't always do, but in your case........"
His voice seemed to fade away as Michelle fixed her gaze on the awful implement. It was a stylised letter 'd' about an inch high and a quarter of an inch thick.
"One of you on the left and one on the right."
Her mind numbly registered Mitzi's breathless comment. Branded! She was to be branded like an animal. Her stomach heaved and her head spun. She shifted her gaze to Michaela and saw her own horror mirrored in her sister's eyes.
"Michelle......"
"You bitch, Michaela.......you stupid, fucking bitch."
"Ah well.......no love lost there........which of you is the younger?"
"I.......I am, master."
Michelle had to lick her lips before she could speak and Dominic grunted his satisfaction.
"That seems appropriate........we'll deal with your sister first........perhaps watching her suffer will repay a little of your anger towards her."
Michelle's stomach heaved again. To be branded was bad enough but to be made to watch and see exactly what she was going to suffer was almost too cruel to bear.
The blowtorch hissed and Michaela's face turned pale. Michelle could see her struggle against her bonds, but she was tied down too tight.
"Please, master.......please......not that.......I'll do anything....."
"Stupid girl.......you already do anything I ask......now keep quiet, unless it's to scream."
Dominic stepped between her spread thighs and held the iron to the flame. Michaela could hear the soft, deadly hiss and she twisted her head desperately to see.
Michelle could see all too well and she watched in dread fascination as the iron darkened in the flame, then began to glow. Dominic turned it slowly and when the red glow flashed to yellow, he withdrew it and stepped in close. Michaela whimpered as she felt the heat, then Dominic struck down and she screamed.
Even Michelle whimpered, her eyes wide at the sight of a thin tendril of smoke rising up from her sister's tortured flesh. Her buttocks seemed alive as they jiggled and heaved, but the iron kept her pinned while her screams seemed to go on and on. Her fingers dug into Michelle's like talons and stayed locked long after Dominic finally lifted the iron away. Michelle felt a last desperate heave in her stomach and only just managed to turn her head away as she threw up.
"Messy little slut! Give her six, Danny......but leave a space for the brand."
Michelle wailed out loud, but Danny was quick to respond.
Swish! Whack!
Swish! Whack!
Swish! Whack!
The tender flesh of her inner thigh rippled as he took a crop to her. Bound tight, unable to move, she felt the breath ripped from her lungs as the blows fell with barely a pause.
Swish! Whack!
Swish! Whack!
Swish! Whack!
Both thighs burned under the assault, the first stripe still darkening to a deep and angry red as the sixth and last ripped into her. She lay shocked and breathless, her thighs on fire, and yet nothing compared to the fire still to come.
Michaela looked awful, her face ashen and slicked with a cold sweat and Michelle shuddered. Dominic was out of sight behind her and she heard the hiss as he put the iron to the flame. Her fingers gripped hard around Michaela's and she closed her eyes tight. Everything was quiet. Her whole world seemed to centre on the frantic beat of her heart as she held her breath.
She felt a suggestion of heat very close to her skin, then a blinding, white explosion of agony ripped through her backside. Her scream felt choked and she heaved against her bonds in a blind frenzy. The iron pinned her to the plank, the heat so fierce that she felt it would penetrate her. She could smell herself burn and all her despair spilled out in a long, sobbing moan that went on and on. Even after the iron was lifted clear, her torment continued, her backside flaming red and hot as the brand continued to sear into her flesh.
"There.......my mark.......that's good!"
Michelle shuddered. Dominic's mark.......Dominic had marked her and she was his for life. Her mind recoiled from the sheer enormity of it all. A red mist threatened to engulf her, until the inevitable douche of cold water sloshed full in her face. She gasped like a floundering fish and immediately choked as another freezing douche swirled over her. Michaela too spluttered and choked as bucket after bucket of seawater drenched both of them where they lay. Dominic stood between them and Michaela's sharp gasp was echoed by her own as he grabbed two handfuls of hair and yanked their heads up.
"You, you little bitch......I trust you have now learned your lesson?"
He glared down at Michaela, who nodded fearfully, then he switched his gaze to Michelle and she felt her blood run cold.
"As for you.......well.......we'll put you to the test soon enough."
Michelle discovered she was to be put to the test almost at once. She spent a further five painful days scrubbing the decks, while her both her brand healed fully and the marks of the cane faded, and five equally painful nights chained in her cell. Mercifully, Mitzi allowed her to sleep face down and even went so far as to administer regular doses of healing ointment, until at last Michelle felt able to gingerly finger her brand. Centred full on her left buttock, it felt like her flesh had been gouged out, and she realised that Dominic had seared her to the full thickness of the iron.
While not at work, she wore her newly acquired nipple rings and handcuffs for at least three hours each day and was forced to endure the attentions of the crew throughout the entire time. Unable to fend them off, she either stood or knelt as instructed to endure their fingers and lips on her breasts until she moaned out loud with desire.
They made her plead with them, then they made her beg on her knees to be fucked. Her face flushed hot with shame, but she begged and pleaded in a voice rendered breathless and throaty with need, until at last they threw her to the deck and fucked her swiftly and roughly.
On the third day, the yacht had moored briefly in a sheltered bay and Michaela had been ferried ashore. Michelle had watched her go without a pang of sympathy, then Danny had grabbed her breast and shoved her to her knees to suck on his cock and at once Michaela was banished from her mind.
Early the sixth morning, while she was engaged in the daily drudgery of scrubbing the decks, another yacht was sighted on the horizon. It was obviously expected and Mitzi chivvied her relentlessly to complete her work before it closed within hailing distance.
Michelle was torn between curiosity about the yacht itself and the nervous certainty that its arrival concerned her in some way, but Mitzi gave her little time to speculate. As soon as the decks were clean, she was hustled below to shower under the watchful eye of a grinning crewman, before being locked up in her cabin. She could hear and feel the two yachts coming alongside each other, but after that everything went quiet for a while. She couldn't help but speculate, and the tension was almost unbearable, until at last the door banged open.
The crewman who had supervised her shower stood outside, his grin broader than ever as he jerked his thumb up towards the deck.
"You're wanted........the boss has a visitor."
His arm barred her way as she made to leave.
"Haven't you forgotten something?"
Her mind raced, then she remembered.
Of course! She had to wear the rings, and not only that.......The grin on the crewman's face was maddening as she picked them up and held them out towards him.
"I have to wear these."
"So?"
She swallowed had and felt her cheeks flame crimson as he teased her.
"Will.....will you put them on for me?"
"Put them on where? You're stark naked, where do they go?"
"Here."
She waved her hands vaguely in front of her bare breasts while he leered expectantly at her.
"They go here......around my nipples."
He fingered her nipples casually and creased his brow into a puzzled frown.
"Just clip on, do they? I mean, surely they'll just fall off........look."
He took the rings from her hand and hooked them over her nipples. Almost at once they slipped off and slithered to the floor.
"See what I mean?"
He was almost laughing, mocking her discomfort as she bent to retrieve the rings. She was almost in tears as she faced him again, while he waited with annoying patience and made her spell it out for him.
"You need to make them bigger......my nipples, I mean.....you need to make them bigger."
"Like this?"
His hands moulded around her breasts and she nodded reluctantly.
"Yes........like that."
He fondled her slowly, insolently, his body pressed against hers until she could feel the swelling bulge of his erection.
"You know, your nipples aren't the only things getting hard around here."
Michelle nodded dumbly and the man dropped one hand to his shorts.
"See what you can do about this and I'll see about getting those rings fitted.......come on, now.....down on your knees like a good little girl."
"What about....?"
"Don't worry about Dominic.......he already knows."
The man chuckled throatily and Michelle felt her spirits droop. Humiliation was being heaped on humiliation and she had yet to meet whoever was waiting for her upstairs. Without a word she dropped to her knees and fumbled his shorts open. His cock was already erect, springing out towards her face as she eased the zipper down.
She could smell his maleness, see the shining drops of moisture already beading the narrow slit at the tip.
"Come on......don't take all day."
He thrust his hips towards her, his voice hoarse and urgent. His cock speared at her lips and she opened her mouth to receive him.
"That's better......now make it good."
Michelle felt him brace himself against the sides of the door as his cock slid deep into her mouth. He was already highly aroused and she could feel the vibrant pulsating along the whole swollen length of his shaft. Her cheeks bulged as her lips closed around him, capturing and holding him in the wet pit of her mouth, while her tongue curled slowly around him. She could taste him, the sharp tang of his arousal filling her throat as he swelled harder and longer between her lips. Her head began to move in a steady rhythm, his cock slipping in and out of her lips, but never entirely escaping. Her tongue curled around the sensitive underside and burrowed into the narrow, weeping slit.
Above her, she could feel him bracing himself again. His hips began to move in long, slow thrusts in time with the pulsating in his cock. Michelle sucked in a deep breath and dragged him towards the back of her throat as she felt the steady pulses quicken into urgent, throbbing waves. Her lips clamped tight around the straining shaft, and she heard the man gasp out loud as his climax burst and filled her mouth with jet after jet of hot, sticky sperm. Her throat worked convulsively as she swallowed hard over and over again while the sticky fluid kept on coming.
The man gasped and leaned into her, filling her mouth with his cock until she felt she would choke, and then suddenly it was over. As the last drops of sperm slithered down her throat, his cock dwindled and slipped out from her lips to dangle arrogantly in front of her face.
Michelle needed no telling. Pausing only to moisten her lips she leaned forward to lick and suck him clean and as she did so she felt a sudden urge to laugh out loud. Her nipples felt bullet hard. Her body had responded to the act of sucking on the man's cock and now she too was becoming aroused. The fact didn't go unnoticed when she was finally finished and allowed to rise to her feet.
"Enjoy that, did you?"
She blushed and tried hard not to flinch as the man tweaked her nipples. She even managed not to flinch as he opened up the rings and worked them over her engorged teats, although the feel of the cold metal clamped tight around her throbbing flesh took her breath away as the rings clicked shut. The chain swayed heavy between her breasts and dragged at her nipples as she turned and bent once more to pick up the cuffs.
"I need to wear these too."
This time there was no teasing. He spun her round and snapped the cuffs into place and beckoned her at last from the cell. As she stepped into the corridor, she saw Mitzi waiting and her heart skipped a beat. How long had Mitzi been standing there, and how much had she witnessed? More importantly, would she be punished for it?
She looked Michelle up and down and nodded.
"Fine......you've done a good job, Luigi, now leave her with me."
Michelle guessed she had seen and heard everything.
Perhaps it had all been another test? Whatever, Mitzi mentioned nothing as she beckoned Michelle to follow her up onto the deck.
The other yacht was tied up alongside and as Michelle emerged on deck the crew crowded the rails to point and jeer at her. Mitzi ignored them and led her along the deck to the main stateroom, where Dominic was entertaining his guest.
She paused outside the door and carefully positioned Michelle with her back to the bulkhead. Now she was faced fully towards the other yacht and the jeers of the crew grew louder as they saw her nipple rings and chain. Their crude gestures left little to the imagination and she shuddered at the thought of being sent across.
Behind her, Mitzi fumbled for her wrists and moments later she felt the familiar tug and snap as her cuffs were clipped to the bulkhead. She grinned and waved at the thronged crewmen opposite.
"There's an audience for you, Michelle.......smile and keep them sweet while I go and talk to their boss."
She fondled Michelle's bare breasts, and then to roars of approval, plunged her hand between her thighs, before smiling sweetly once more and stepping into the stateroom.
Alone on the deck, Michelle shuddered again and averted her gaze from the excited sailors. Mitzi had left the door to the stateroom ajar and from where she stood, she could hear Dominic and his guest quite clearly. Dominic's she already knew, but it was the other voice that shocked her and held her attention.
The accent was English, a cultured and upper class drawl that seemed somehow out of place among the harsh foreign accents to which she had become accustomed. Her heart skipped a beat and she suddenly felt very apprehensive. To be paraded naked and submissive in front of domineering foreigners was bad enough, but to have to do so in front of one of her fellow countrymen seemed infinitely more shameful.
She listened carefully to the snatches of conversation drifting through the open door, eager to hear what manner of Englishman would happily witness, and presumably contribute, to her humiliation and degradation.
What she heard shocked her even more.
Mitzi announced that she was waiting outside and enquired if Dominic wished her to be brought into the room, but the guest cut her short.
"Let the little slut wait for a while......I make all my girls wait.......especially when they know I'm going to give them a thrashing.......really keeps them on their toes." Michelle swallowed hard in an effort to quell the surge of nausea in her belly. She was sure the man was aware of how well his voice carried, and that this was his way of tormenting her before they even met, but at the same time, she was equally sure he meant every word he said.
"Tell me, Dominic.......what's she like?"
Michelle strained to hear Dominic's assessment of her but he was giving nothing away.
"You won't be disappointed, Marcus.....she's well trained and that's all I'll say for now."
"Well trained, yes........but does she have good tits?"
"Of course she does........I know how much that means to you and I always try my best to oblige."
"Quite.....quite......nothing better than the sight of a pair of firm, juicy tits bouncing and jiggling under the lash."
Michelle felt physically sick, but Marcus was well into his stride.
"I've got some contraptions rigged up on my yacht......really show a girl's tits off.......get them in a good position to be thrashed.......you should do the same."
"I think you'll find we manage well enough."
"Hmmmm."
Marcus didn't seem entirely satisfied and Michelle felt her limbs trembling at the thought of being casually handed over to this apparent sadist.
"Give a girl the right sort of training and she'll actually hold her tits up to be thrashed.......will this....what's her name...Michelle......will she do that?"
"Well if she doesn't, you can have the pleasure of training her........all right, Mitzi.......I think we've let Michelle eavesdrop long enough........get her in here."
She shook with fear as Mitzi unhooked her chain. She desperately wanted to avoid entering the room but there was no choice. On trembling legs she followed along as Mitzi tugged impatiently on the chain.
Both Dominic and Marcus swivelled in their chairs to watch her enter, and as soon as she was close enough for them to reach out and touch her, she dropped to her knees. Her limbs still trembled and her heart pounded so loud hard she could feel her breast quiver. Even in the short walk from the door and with her eyes not fully adjusted to the shade, she had seen enough to form an opinion. Marcus looked every inch the bastard he sounded. Middle aged and grey haired, his gaze was stern and unforgiving as he surveyed every inch of her naked body.
"Put your shoulders back, girl.........let me see your tits properly."
Michelle raised her head from her submissive pose and thrust back her shoulders. To refuse would have been futile, and besides, despite what she'd heard, she was suddenly determined not to show too much fear or anxiety.....at least, not yet. Marcus fixed his gaze on her breasts, his inspection so long and lingering that she began to feel uncomfortable under the searching scrutiny.
The chain between her nipples vibrated in time to the beating of her heart and she was acutely aware of how much her breasts rose and fell with each breath she took.
"Pretty.......very pretty......move closer......let me feel them."
Awkwardly, Michelle shuffled closer until she was within inches of where Marcus sat. She sucked in a deep breath and repressed the urge to flinch away as his fingers closed around her pliant flesh. They were long and thin and dug painfully into her as he squeezed hard, until she was forced to gasp and wriggle in protest.
"Sensitive little bitch.......I like that."
He grinned at Dominic, then thrust his face close to hers.
"You heard us talking before you were brought in?"
"Y.....yes, master."
"Then you know what I like?"
"Yes, master......I think I do."
Michelle found it hard to breathe.
Her heart pounded and Marcus' fingers were closed like steel bands around her breasts. They gripped harder and she winced in response.
"Such pretty tits..........you know I'm going to have them whipped?"
Michelle's heart pounded so hard she was certain he could feel it.
"Well, slut.........have you nothing to say?"
"I......I.....it's not my place, master........it's for you and master Dominic to decide."
"Well master Dominic is handing you over to me for a few days and mark my words, those tits are going to feel the lash."
Michelle shuddered, but he merely smiled and transferred his attentions to her nipples. Already fully erect and straining out from the confinement of the rings, they responded at once to his touch. She gasped and moaned softly as he took up the swollen tips between his fingers and teased them out even further from her breasts. The feeling was exquisite, as pleasure and pain mingled and fought for dominance in the throbbing mounds of her breasts, and she swayed sensuously in Marcus' grasp.
Smack!
Smack!
She cried out loud and toppled backwards in shock as two stinging slaps shook her breasts. The pleasure she had experienced vanished at once, to be replaced by a deep seated burn radiating out from the two hand prints darkening across her pale skin.
Marcus reached out and hooked his fingers into her chain, ignoring her pitiful cries as he hauled her close. With her hands cuffed securely behind her back, she was helpless to protect herself as he whipped in two more slaps that left her shocked and breathless.
Her body bucked and her eyes snapped wide as the rings pulled painfully against her now painfully swollen teats. Marcus had his fingers hooked firmly around the chain, applying a cruel and relentless pressure on her throbbing flesh. She didn't dare twist away as he raised his hand again.
Smack!
Smack!
Smack!
Smack!
The skin on her breasts glowed red and tears trickled from her eyes as the stinging slaps rained down. Marcus' face was a blur, only his eyes shining clearly as he watched her agony. Dominic was watching too, and Mitzi, but neither one seemed inclined to interfere as Marcus tugged savagely on her chain to send her sprawling on the floor.
"Get up."
His voice was low with menace and it took every bit of her resolve for Michelle to struggle back to her knees. Her breasts burned where the slaps had rained down and she longed for the freedom to cup and cradle her abused flesh. Marcus hooked his fingers into her chain again and she whimpered fearfully as he pulled her closer. His eyes bored into her and when he finally smiled she felt a shudder of revulsion.
"That was just a taster.........we'll have some real fun later..........maybe I'll let my crew join in too."
Dominic snapped his fingers and she turned to face him. Her mind was a turmoil of terror and she could barely concentrate on his warning.
"I expect a good report, Michelle, a very good report and just to make sure I'm sending Mitzi with you.........now get out and wait outside until Marcus is ready to leave.
"Yes, master......thank you, master."
Somehow she struggled to her feet and out of the door.
"Wait a minute........"
Michelle stopped in her tracks as Marcus caught sight of her brand.
"Bloody hell.........you didn't tell me she'd been branded.... how did she take to that?"
"She yelled........she yelled rather a lot as I remember."
"I bet she did........I'll have to see if I can make her yell any louder.........all right, girl......go and wait outside."
Michelle felt her legs tremble. Marcus would make her yell, she'd seen it in his eyes and in the cruel curl of his lip as he leered at her. Her breasts throbbed and glowed red from the rain of slaps he'd delivered without any provocation, and yet that was only a foretaste of what she could expect. Her stomach lurched as Marcus' laughter pursued her onto the deck, and despite the warm sunshine she shivered uncontrollably.
The safety rail around the edge of the deck was about waist height and as she peered over, Michelle could see a number of the crew already assembling on the well deck below. She had stood there naked and bound while the yachts got under way, and now that Rhine Maiden was no more than a dot on the horizon, it seemed that Marcus was about to put her to the test. The engines had slowed and it seemed that just about every member of the crew was gathered beneath her. She blushed as a bawdy cheer floated up at her, and she realised they could see every intimate detail of her sex, as she stood pressed up against the rail, with her thighs spread. "Quite an audience......you should be flattered.....now let's have these off."
Mitzi's fingers nipped at the tabs of the nipple rings and Michelle breathed a sigh of relief as they were worked clear. The crew too appreciated their removal and laughed as they pointed out to each other how thick and swollen her nipples were.
"You've got a good handful there, darling."
"Yeah.....just what the boss likes."
"Never mind the boss......I like the look of her tits too."
"I'd like the feel of them better."
Mitzi was hugely amused at Michelle's embarrassment. She made her stand open and exposed for a few more minutes, then ordered her to her knees.
Now the top bar of the rail was level with her shoulders and as Michelle leaned against it she felt Mitzi kneeling close behind her. She had already seen the ringbolts set into the deck, and offered no resistance as her ankles were seized and pulled wider apart to be secured by heavy leather straps. Her arms were next, stretched out along the top rail and secured at her shoulders by similar straps, and at her wrists by two pairs of handcuffs.
Now she was totally helpless, bound tight up against the top rail with her breasts projecting through beneath, but Mitzi had a surprise in store. She reached under the rail on either side of her captive, and Michelle heard two distinct metallic clicks, before the section of rail against which she was leaning began to fall forwards. She cried out in alarm, but Mitzi merely laughed and kicked out with her foot to speed the rail on its way. It pulled up with a sharp jerk and Michelle cried out in pain as she felt her body cruelly stretched.
The section of rail supporting her body was canted forward at an angle of about forty five degrees over the well deck, but the sections to which her wrists were cuffed remained in place. As the centre section had tipped forward, the cuffs had slipped along the rail to each side to leave her dangling over the deck below, with her arms pulled painfully back to the side. There was no way she could exert any leverage to ease the strain in her arms and as she blinked the tears from her eyes, she realised another effect of the bondage.
Tipped forward as she was, with her arms angled so sharply back, her bare breasts hung full and heavy beneath her, within easy reach of the assembled crew. She remembered overhearing Marcus boast of the devices he employed to make a girl display her breasts. This was certainly one of them and one with which his crew seemed very familiar. It wouldn't be long before they reached out to touch her. Already they were crowding closer and she bit her lip as she waited for the first rough and eager fingers.
"Great tits."
"Yeah........come on, darling.....give them a shake."
Everyone laughed.
"Yeah.....shake them about......give the guys a show."
Michelle shook her head, unable to comply with their wishes, but what happened next took her breath away.
"Move back.......this should get them bouncing."
Everyone laughed again, and as Michelle strained her head to see the source of their amusement, she was unable to suppress a gasp of shock and horror. Marcus was pushing through the crowd and from his hand dangled a long, slender horsewhip.
Surely he wasn't going to thrash her breasts with that?
She stared at him wide eyed, but there could be no mistaking his intentions. Why else had he arranged for her to be strung up as she was? so openly and helplessly exposed. Her stomach lurched at the thought. Her breasts were so sensitive. They still ached from the slapping he'd given her that morning and she was certain she could never stand the pain of a horsewhip, but there was no way she could avoid it.
The crew were openly excited at the prospect and Marcus himself seemed positively eager to begin. He flexed the whip to display how supple it was, and horrified though she was, Michelle couldn't tear her eyes away. Her body prickled with goosebumps and despite the warmth of the afternoon, a shiver shook her body.
The crew laughed out loud as they saw her breasts quiver and Marcus reached up to tease her with the handle of the whip.
"Very pretty, but they'll quiver a lot more when they feel the kiss of this little baby."
More coarse laughter rang around the deck and Michelle moaned aloud as Marcus continued to tease her. He rapped the handle of the whip repeatedly against the underside of each breast to make her firm flesh quiver and shake, before running the supple lash up and around her swelling curves.
The leather felt hard and rough against her skin and Michelle moaned again as he lingered around the swell of her nipples. Despite her acute state of anxiety, she could feel herself becoming aroused under the persistent stimulation, and Marcus could sense it too. He continued to stroke her with the lash, until all at once she could conceal her emotions no longer and let out a soft gasp as her nipples swelled and hardened.
"See......she likes it."
Michelle moaned again, wishing she could shout out a denial, but she knew it would be hopeless. Her pleas would go unheeded, and in any case, the evidence of her arousal was now plain to see. Her nipples stood out hard and firm on her breasts, and between her thighs she could feel a familiar, warm dampness.
"She's ready now, I think."
Her eyes pleaded in vain as Marcus took a step to one side and let the whip trail loosely from his hand.
An expectant hush fell over the deck and she sucked in her breath as she braced herself for the searing onslaught. She wanted to close her eyes, but couldn't tear her gaze away from the whip as it swung easily to and fro. The tension was almost unbearable, then Marcus struck. With blinding speed he swept the lash up from the deck.
Swish! Crack!
As the supple thong whipped up into her, Michelle let loose a shrill howl of fear and pain. The smack of leather on flesh rang out like a pistol shot, and she bucked frantically against her bonds as the whip curled wickedly around the swell of her left breast. The biting pain flared through her with an intensity that drove the breath from her lungs, and brought tears to her eyes as she writhed helplessly.
Swish! Crack!
Almost at once, a second cruel stroke whipped in to tear at the tender flesh below her right breast, the tip of the lash curling round to lick at her cleavage. Unable to contain herself, she cried out aloud, bucking and heaving desperately as the fierce heat ripped through her. The crew called out aloud in approval at the sight of her wildly bouncing breasts, but she didn't care. All that mattered was Marcus and the dreadful, stinging whip in his hand.
She saw him moving to one side and twisted her head to face him, her eyes pleading uselessly as she saw his arm go back.
Swish! Whack!
Swish! Thwack!
A rush of air and a blur of motion and she was left to scream and writhe uncontrollably as the lash bit twice. Her body glistened with a sheen of sweat and as the whip fell away, the crew applauded Marcus' skill. Each of Michelle's dangling breasts bore a reddening stripe running diagonally from top to bottom, the edge of each stripe just grazing the puckered flesh around her nipples.
The breath hissed noisily through her clenched teeth as she fought herself under control and now, perversely, her body began to react to the beating. Her already taut nipples swelled harder and firmer, jutting proudly out from the heaving mounds of her breasts. Her belly quivered and her thighs shook and her cries of anguish trailed away to low moans.
Slowly, Marcus shifted position and again Michelle twisted her head to follow him. She could guess what was coming, but she was powerless to prevent it. Marcus mocked her with his eyes, waiting until she was composed and resigned. Somehow, through the haze of pain and arousal that was clouding her mind, she focussed her eyes on him and her heart froze. She had hoped for some sign of acknowledgement of her suffering, or even the merest hint of mercy, but his gaze was pitiless. His lips were clamped in a grim line and his eyes blazed with lust. All he wanted was to see her struggle and listen to her scream; and scream she certainly would.
She twisted her head away, not wanting to watch as his arm went back again.
Swish! Whack!
Swish! Crack!
Whipping in from the other side, the lash laid two more strokes across her tortured breasts, criss-crossing the welts already throbbing on her creamy skin. Her howls reached a new crescendo of anguish as the lash seared her already cruelly-punished globes. The rail to which she was tethered rattled and shook in response to her frantic writhing. Her breasts swung and heaved crazily beneath her and sweat poured from her pain-racked body.
The crew fell silent, transfixed by the erotic bounce of her reddened, throbbing breasts as she squirmed against her bonds. A few of them winced audibly at the sight of the angry red stripes darkening across her pale tan, then Marcus raised the whip again and they all crowded closer.
Swish! Crack!
Michelle's lips parted in a strangled scream of agony as the final stroke cut full across the top of her breasts. The blow cut right across the welts already striping her, the added fiery sting pushing her right to the very limits of endurance. Red mist clouded her eyes and she gasped for breath, wincing and moaning aloud as each new breath sent a renewed stab of pain lancing through her breasts.
Despite all the odds, her nipples were still hard and swollen. Her sex too felt wet and open, and with a feeling of sick dismay, she realised she was physically and very obviously aroused. Dimly, she heard the lash fall to the deck and strained her head up.
The movement tightened her breasts enough to bring a stifled gasp of pain to her lips, but she had to know what was going on beneath her.
"All right........if any of you bastards want her, she's yours for the taking."
A cheer rang out and Michelle gasped in horror, but already the men were jostling to be first up the ladder. She could count six of them at least, each one seemingly randy and eager.
Six.......after the thrashing she'd just endured.....Her body sagged limply, then the first man reached her.
She heard the quick hiss of a zip sliding down and the harsh rustle of shorts being lowered, then he was onto her. The hinged rail creaked alarmingly as his weight came down on top of her, and she let out a muffled gasp of complaint as he braced his feet against hers. She could feel his cock, hot and hard against her backside and he cursed quietly as he moved roughly into position. The weight on her back eased for a moment and she bit her lip as she felt his feet press harder down on hers. His cock slipped down the crack of her behind, rubbed urgently against the parted lips of her sex, then slipped easily into her.
She sighed softly, then gasped out loud as he suddenly thrust hard. His hips smacked into her backside and his weight bore down hard on her again as he penetrated her to the hilt. The rail creaked again and she cried out loud as he used her bare feet for leverage to ram deeper into her.
Breath whistled from her lungs as he squirmed about awkwardly on top of her. His cock stayed rammed deep in her slit as he struggled to withdraw and thrust again in a comfortable rhythm, but the position was too awkward. He cursed loudly as the rest of the crew mocked his efforts.
"Get a move on."
"Yeah......we want her while she's still hot."
He cursed again, then suddenly lunged forward and thrust his arms beneath her. Michelle wailed aloud as she felt him grope for her breasts but her protest fell on deaf ears. Already his fingers were sliding over her bruised and throbbing flesh and her wails turned to a shrill shriek as he took a firm hold.
Uncaring of her shrieks, he gripped harder, arching his back enough to slip part way out of her before slamming back down. Michelle felt the breath driven from her lungs again, her frantic wails strangled to guttural gasps as he began to pump easily in and out of her. He was very aroused and driven to greater excitement by the way she writhed beneath him.
It wasn't just the pain. The rapid thrusting of his cock and the casual way he was using her were very arousing. Pleasure mingled with pain to send her senses reeling, but she knew the man fucking her would not hold out long enough to trigger her orgasm. Already she could sense the urgent pulses rippling through him, but pinned down by his weight she could only lie helpless as his climax approached. His hips smacked into her backside faster and faster and she could feel his breath hot between her shoulders. His fingers gripped harder to drag a renewed squeal of protest from her lips, then his climax burst into her belly.
Grunting like a pig, his body slamming down relentlessly on hers, he spent himself deep inside her. Spurt after spurt of hot sperm jetted from his cock and oozed out onto her spread thighs, until at last he lay spent and gasping on top of her. His companions pulled him eagerly aside and Michelle groaned as she felt another take his place.
He'd learned quickly, and his fingers curled around her breasts even as his cock slipped wetly into her sex. She bucked beneath him as the sharp pain stabbed through her once more, then he too was thrusting steadily. She cried out over and over as his fingers dug into the cruelly flogged flesh of her breasts, but as the thrusts of the cock reaming her slit became stronger and stronger, her cries gave way to increasingly breathless gasps of arousal. Her head spun with confusion, then the reality of her situation burst on her.
She had been flogged for the amusement of the crew, then given over to them to use as a sex toy, with no thought for her feelings. However much she struggled or protested, she would be ignored, and her ordeal would end only when they were exhausted.
It would happen again in a few days time with no warning or reason given, and yet again a few days after that.
Only when she was returned to Dominic would she find some respite, and that would be all too brief. When the yacht reached land, she would be sold to a stranger who would doubtless use her no less cruelly until the time came for her to return on board, and when she did return it would only be to repeat the cycle over and over again. She existed merely as a plaything for others, and her only comfort lay in the perverse pleasure she derived from their abuse of her body.
For a few moments the realisation of how low she had sunk stunned her, then her last reserves crumbled and as a fresh spurt of sperm spattered her sex, she succumbed to her body's growing demands.
If this was to be her life, she would take what pleasure she could, defiantly and without shame. As a third man pushed eagerly forward and buried his cock between her quivering sex lips, she felt herself respond. Her belly shuddered and her hips heaved. She gritted her teeth and thrust her hips backwards. The thick cock plunged deeper into her dripping slit, and as the first flood of orgasm surged through her belly, her head went back and her cries of animal passion echoed loudly across the deck.
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