The woman with the goblet was talking to her neighbor. They talked about back home. Apparently they had lived close to each other and had never meet. They asked each other if the other knew so and so or so and so. Both knew a lot of the same people.
They talked about escape and they talked about it so openly. This was probably their only chance to talk. No one could understand them. No one could tattle on them.
I looked at the woman who had been spanked. Her man was feeding her. She looked like a changed woman. I had a feeling like the spanking had turned her on. Could a spanking turn me on too? I couldn't imagine it.
I looked at the two women on my left. They were talking too. They were talking about the woman who had disappeared. They wondered about her. So did I. They worried that their men might not want them anymore too. They were afraid of being spanked and being forced to have sex in front of everyone like I had been and like the woman just now had been.
The funny thing was that of all the women here she looked the happiest at the moment.
The last woman who was sitting directly on my right was just as quiet as I was. I smiled at her. I wasn't allowed to do more. I felt sad again. I felt sorry for her too. Because the two women next to her were becoming best friends she didn't have anyone to talk to. I would have been her only chance to talk to someone but I was allowed.
I looked up at Aide. He glanced at me for a second, smiled and continued talking. I waited. I wanted something to drink. I didn't need it. I just wanted it. This would be a test to see if he would see what I wanted. He was too busy talking.
Aide was allowed to talk, just I wasn't. I was getting grumpy. I was still turned on and he wasn't talking to me or letting anyone else talk to me. I felt frustrated.
He stood me up and got up behind me. I tapped his shoulder like a child. He finally looked at me. I pointed to my water. He picked it up and brought it to my lips. He didn't let me touch it but gave it to me himself, carefully tipping the cup to my lips and very lovingly letting the water dribble into my mouth. He set it down when it was empty and kissed me. I stood their stupidly and brought my fingers to my lips. He chuckled as he pulled me out of the room.
Today everyone followed us out. The men brought us into a room. The women all huddled together. Aide pulled me to the side. He brought his finger to his mouth and made a shh noise.
Tears welled in my eyes but I nodded.
The men all left. I stayed to the side watching the women hug each other and talk to each other. The one who had just gotten spanked wasn't here but otherwise the other five were. They tried to figure out what had happened to us. They all spoke of bombs and fire and then just being here. None of them were brought here by anyone. They talked about teleportation. That was how I had gotten here too but he had carried me.
The funny thing had been that he didn't have any soot on him at all although he had been there so long. I would love to hear the answer to that one. Things weren't on the up and up here but what could I do about that. I certainly didn't feel like I had the power to change anything.
The others seemed to have turned on me. They wanted to know why I got to wear clothes, why I hadn't come in with the others and why I got the leader.
I shrugged my shoulders and shook my head. They all stepped closer to me. They resembled an angry mob. I cried as they came closer to me but I was mad too. I hadn't done anything wrong. I pointed to the ceiling and then laid my hand behind my ear.
“You think they are listening to us?” one asked.
I nodded. I was pretty certain that they were. This was probably a test. I wanted to pass. I was already feeling very sad because we weren't together.
One of the women turned away from me. She grabbed the hand of the woman who sat next to her at the table.
“My name is Kate and her name is Tanya. Who are the rest of you and does anyone know what happened to the other women? The one who wasn't here today?”
“Her name was Sarah. She told me she knew karate and that she would protect herself. The man who took her looked fine. Maybe they killed her?” the lonely woman said, who sat next to me at the table. “Oh, and my name is Francesca.”
“My name is Becky,” said the woman who sat on my other side. “What I want to know is why we were separated from the others and what happened to them.”
“My name is Jenny and I was a virgin before I came here. I noticed that the women were singled out when the machine was over our . . .” She could hardly bring herself to say it but I knew she was right. “It was a test to see if we had yet and we were the few who hadn't yet.”
I nodded agreeing with her. The others all nodded too.
Jenny continued, “since I have been here I have been beaten and raped.” She sobbed after she finished talking.
Everyone nodded again.
“I want to get out of here. Who is coming with me?” Jenny looked scared. She was in a fight or flight situation and she chose flight, but she didn't want to go alone.
“If you know how, I'm with you,” Kate said as she looked at Tanya, who nodded.
“Let's try to open the door.” Becky went and stood in front of the door. She was trying to make the noise the men did to get it to open up.
She got it to open at about her twentieth try. We all stepped forward surprised. I went to the door and looked out with the others. The hallway appeared to be empty. Becky smiled at Jenny and grabbed her wrist and pulled her out with her. They giggled as they left. Kate and Tanya left next. I looked at Francesca, she shrugged her shoulders and went out the door. I peeked out and looked up and down the hall.
We huddled together as we walked down the hall. I had no idea where we were going but I had a terrible feeling like we shouldn't be doing this. I wanted to go back. I took Francesca's hand.
“My name is Melissa,” I whispered to her.
She smiled at me and I wiped the tears from my eyes.
She looked ready to cry too. “I miss him. I want to go back.”
I nodded my heart was breaking too. “Should we just turn around and face the music and get it over with?” I asked her.
“I don't know what I want,” she sobbed.
Becky was standing in front of a door trying to open it. It opened and she smiled as she peeked in. “If we can get beamed into this room then maybe we can get beamed out.”
Francesca was bawling uncontrollably. I petted her hand but I was in despair myself. I regretted leaving the room so much that I too was crying. Becky was looking for a machine to beam us back.
“I wasn't beamed in here but into a medical room far from here. There was no machine there either. I think the voice on the intercom controls everything.” They all looked surprised that I had talked.
“So you are talking now. Then answer our questions. Why weren't you with us?” Becky was getting on my nerves.
“He came and got me. I was in a school building that was hit and there was fire all around me. I was worse off than the rest of you. I had been choking on ashes and soot. He appeared out of nowhere like he was looking for me. He picked me up and then we were on this ship. He saved my life.”
“Oh, please, spare us. They were the ones dropping the bombs. They didn't save your life they tried to take it and we are their sex slaves.” Tanya was very bitter.
Francesca was crying on my shoulder. “I want to go back to him. It hurts to be away from him.”
“I know.” I patted her on her back and cried along.
“Did you two go through a brainwashing, or what? How can you forget that you were beaten for everyone to see twice and who knows how many times that we don't know about. And he raped you in front of us too.” Becky seemed to be the self-appointed leader of our group.
“It wasn't rape. I wanted him too. I needed him. Of course, I would have preferred to have been alone with him but in the end I just didn't care. I love him and I need to get back to him. Please, open the door for us so we can go back. It hurts us not to be with our men.”
“Fo
rget it.” Becky went back to looking for a way out.
She looked and looked but she couldn't find anything. My heart was clenched so tightly together that I could hardly breathe. My need to be with him was truly hurting me. I was already crying. I wanted to fall to the floor and pound my fists against it in my desperation to get back to him.
“This was so not worth it. You just got us all in trouble,” I gripped at her.
“Melsa!” I turned and looked. Aide and his men had come in. Every man went to his woman. I flew to him and apologized for being so very bad. Francesca did the same. The others were off and running, hiding from their men.
Aide grabbed me from the side and bent me forward. Up came my skirt and down came his hand. It hurt worse than ever before.
“I'm sorry, so so sorry. It won't happen ever again,” I promised that it would never happen again and I meant it. To prove my regret I raised my behind up to his hand every time after he had spanked it down. We both knew that I needed to be taught a lesson.
I could hear Francesca getting a spanking too. She was begging for forgiveness too. I saw that Jenny had been caught too and she was screaming out in pain. Kate got caught and he slapped her hard before he started her spanking. Did he know that she was the one had started everything? She screamed and tried to get away from him. She was mad at him even.
Becky was the next to be caught. Her man was mad at her in the worst way. He held her in a funny way, far from his body. He had one of those wooden whip things. He whipped her and she squealed in pain.
Tanya was still running and hiding behind things. Her man was getting madder with every second that he didn't get his hands on her.
I continued to raise my bottom up while I clung to the arm holding me in place. “So sorry,” I repeated, again and again. I could barely stand and he still kept going. I leaned into him, doing what I could to stay on my feet. I wanted him to not be mad at me anymore when he finished. He had to spank me as long as he needed because I needed him to be able to love me after he was finished.
He hit and hit. First one sore cheek and then the other. He hit and I never knew where the next smack would land. He smack my bottom down with all of his might and I raised my bottom up to his hand. I deserved a much worse punishment that this. This was nothing after what I had done.
Francesca was on the floor crying in pain. Her man was holding her and comforting her.
Jenny and Kate's men seemed nowhere near quitting. They deserved good spankings too, after trying to get all of us in trouble. Becky's man had put the whip to the side and he was spanking her with his hand while she kicked and screamed.
Tanya had been caught her man had sat down crossed legged on the floor. He pulled her over his knees and started in. Her hands flew back to her bottom and he grabbed them with his left hand before he started wailing on her behind.
My man had stopped. He was rubbing my bottom with his hand. He pulled me over to his throne. Would he sit down and continue my spanking? I had been so very bad. I had never felt so ashamed in all of my life. By trying to leave him I had only hurt myself.
He pushed my head down on his throne. My hands came forward and my skirt came up again. My bottom was still raised in the air. He thrust himself into me, grinding himself into me. Spanking me with his body now. He was touching me in a way that was new but so pleasurable to me. I had no idea that changing positions would make that much of a difference.
I was moaning so loudly in pleasure while I heard others scream in pain. I was even getting louder. He had his hands on my hips and controlled our every move. It felt so amazingly good that I knew I couldn't hold on to reality much longer. He thrust so wildly into me. He moved my bottom towards him as he thrust forward. It was a so beautiful experience with him that I cried in sorrow over my bad behavior and in pleasure for what he was doing to me.
He grew harder and wilder and I screamed as my pleasure washed over me. But he wasn't finished. He continued and he was driving me mad. I had just had an orgasm and I already desperately needed another one. His savage bucking drove me over the edge again and then again a minute later. First then did he let go and came inside of me. My body clench all around him. I wanted to keep him inside of me forever. I loved him so much. He held me in this position for a long time.
I whimpered when he pulled out of me. I could hear him cleaning himself off as he had at breakfast. This could only mean that a slave was there with a bowl of water and a cleaning sponge. She got to see me like this, a red inflamed behind and a wet and dripping area between my legs. I was hiding nothing from her as I heard another woman being whipped. She screamed out in pain and begged her man to stop.
Aide cleaned me with the sponge. The cool water shocked me. I jumped away from him and he pulled me back by my hip. I had disappointed him again. He turned me to him then. I felt fresh tears roll down my already tear-streaked face.
“I'm so sorry, please say that you still love me and want me.” I fell onto his chest. I sobbed for a long time and he said nothing for the longest time.
Was he questioning my love for him? I kissed him as high as I could reach. I got up to his jaw. I loved him so much.
He said something, I think to the intercom. He pulled me out of the room. He was still very mad. I had just pulled too much, disappointing him so.
He was taking me to his room. Would that mean that he was keeping me? I tried to cheer up and smile at him but I figured that if his mood was so dark than maybe I wasn't supposed to be happy either.
A slave was coming out of his room as we went in. She bowed her head as she passed us. She only looked at me for a second but I thought I saw pity in her eyes. We were in with the door closed before I could get a good look at her.
Aide pushed me roughly against the wall. He was opening the laces on my bodice. He didn't smile at me playfully. His lips were still so tense with tension. He was just still mad. This would be especially hard to make up.
He didn't have any of the problems removing the garment that he had putting it on.
I probably wasn't allowed to wear clothes in our room, I reasoned with myself.
He turned me with my face pinned to the wall as he opened my skirt. I stepped out of it as he wanted. He pulled me up the steps to the bed. I kept my eyes on him, wondering why it had hurt so much to be away from him. If this was due to Stockholm syndrome then I had never heard of it. But it had been real pain to be apart from him. The only thing that I could understand was that I was already deeply in love with him.
He stared at me for a bit and then he tore his look away from me. He pushed me down on the bed face first. He had me kneeling on the floor with my upper body laying over the bed. There was a whip laying on the bed next to me. I turned my head away from the whipped and grabbed the blankets that I was laying on with my fists, waiting for what was to come.
I heard swoosh in the air before it hit already beaten flesh. It felt like it was cutting my skin opened. I cried out. The next blow followed the first so quickly that I didn't have a chance to catch my breath.
The next blow landed low. I yelped in pain and the next two landed on the same spot. Tears were pouring out of me. I screamed out loudly when he hit my right cheek three times on the same spot. He moved a little so he could give my left cheek the same treatment. I screamed and pulled the blankets closer to me. I fought a losing battle to keep my hands away from my bottom.
He whipped all over my bottom and thighs. I had lost control. My hands flew back to cover up the abused area. I sobbed and begged him to stop. He whipped my hands until I pulled them away and hid them under my body. He whipped my backside even harder than before, paying special attention to the low spot that had hurt so much. I screamed in my pain until my voice gave out. Unfortunately his arm was nowhere near giving out. He spoke to me as he whipped my limp body. I wanted to understand him so I would never end up in this position again.
The whipping felt like it had lasted for hours but I was pretty sure that it had only been around
two minutes. He sat down on the bed next to me. My face was still turned away from him. I didn't want to look at him to see if I was finally forgiven. I also didn't want to see the disappointed look in his eyes. Was my punishment over? My regret built and built as I thought about what I had done from different angles.
“I'm so sorry. I can't believe I did that to you. That was most likely very embarrassing. I'll never do it again,” I sobbed with a voice that scratch at my throat, pained from the screaming I had done. He sat next to me having to wonder if I had told him off or apologized, regretting my actions.
I moved my hand towards him, wanting him to hold it and tell me everything was alright. I was strong enough to hear a 'no,' taking my punishment if it wasn't over with.
He laid down on the bed next to me. He picked up my hand and laid it over his heart, gently stroking it with his hand. I moved in closer to him but I still didn't look at him. He just pet my hand. I had a feeling like, he felt bad that I had made him do that to me.
A few minutes later. I lifted my head to look at him. He was waiting for this moment, he had been watching me. He had tears in his eyes too. I lifted myself up so I was laying on his chest. I couldn't help it but I had to start right in crying again. I felt so bad. “I'm so sorry.”
He held me tight and talked to his intercom. I was probably keeping him away from his duties. I yawned and fell asleep scolding myself to never listen to the others again.
I woke up in pain and cold. I was still laying on top of him. Both of his arms were wrapped around me. One hand was laying on my red bottom. I fought the tears back but I was unsuccessful. I sobbed on his chest again.
He hugged me tight to him. Had he laid still so long so I could sleep on him? I lifted my head and looked into his eyes. He wiped my tears away and returned his hand to my bottom. He stared in my eyes again. What did he see in them that held his interest for so long?
“I'm so sorry,” I told him.
“Shh, shh.” He didn't look angry anymore. He looked like he loved me again. I smiled at him weakly. He smiled back and my smile grew. I was so thrilled that he wasn't mad at me anymore. His smile grew with mine. He picked me up and kissed me. He brought me into the bathroom, setting me down on the toilet but I jumped up again.
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