by Jessica Rael
As the terrific buzz of the first orgasm anyone but herself had ever given her dissolved into a pleasurable throb in her groin, Shelly dug her elbows into the bed and pulled back slightly from her toy’s mouth, but as the tongue slid out of the sopping hole it lay in the sensation unexpectedly triggered a second orgasm in her. Shelly was as surprised as her new masturbation aid was about to be and a convulsion juddered through her pelvis and thighs. Reflexively she clamped down on Jenny’s head once more, slipping her feet under the slave’s chains, using them as leverage to pull herself even more firmly onto the squirming face, clamping her pussy to the shocked mouth. She reconnected the drainage channel just in time, for a second flood burst from inside her into Jenny’s mouth. Shelly knew she had the blonde clamped to her cunt even tighter than last time. It was a fit the engineers at NASA would have been proud of; Jenny’s mouth and her keeper’s pussy sealed so tightly, the two females resembling some strange elongated beast from a bad sci-fi flick.
Shelly could feel Jenny swallowing desperately, gulping, then as the orgasm evaporated like a spent force she released her foothold, allowing the slave’s face to slide slickly back from the genitals that had trapped it. Jenny gasped for air, craning her neck, filling her lungs.
After resting for about ten minutes Shelly pulled away from the face that had given her so much pleasure. She knelt on the bed before the breathless slave and grabbed her ponytail, lifting the limp, unresisting head. ‘Cool,’ she said, smiling broadly as she examined the dry sheets, then she jumped off the bed, pulling down her flimsy silk gown. As she made her way to the suite’s internal phone she made up her mind to use one of the privileges the mistress had lovingly bestowed upon her.
Shelly could feel the woman on the other end of the phone smiling as the quasi-servant explained what she wanted to know. For the second time in her life she found herself explaining her condition to a doctor, but this time she felt no shame, and when the Cruza’s chief medical officer actually called it a gift, she felt positively elated.
‘You see,’ the doctor began, a little patronizingly, ‘vaginal fluids are mostly water, but there are other components, none of which are harmful, but with your gift, well… the body is forced to produce large quantities at short order, so the percentage of water goes up. No worse than living on soda.’
Shelly replaced the receiver, all smiles, and skipped back into her little room. She lifted Jenny’s limp head off the bed again and looked into the bewildered blue eyes. ‘The doctor says you’ll be fine,’ she told the female. ‘She said if all you ever got to drink was my cum you’d be perfectly okay, so it’s a done deal. Mistress says I am in charge of feeding, watering and keeping you clean, so from now on you’ll drink nothing but my cum.’ Shelly hummed contentedly to herself as she unclipped Jenny from the bed, preparing her for cleaning, and as she lashed the blonde’s hands behind her back she remembered what else the doctor had told her and made a mental note to drink plenty of water; she didn’t want to dehydrate herself. She dragged the blonde upright and marched her to the bathroom, annexed off her own little room.
‘Guess I just have to figure out something fun to feed you now, huh?’ Shelly giggled as Jenny began whimpering and sobbing again.
It was mid-afternoon when Amber got back to her room, her gray sweat-pants and white T-shirt still damp with sweat. Her workout had been hours ago but Dak had taken the birthday girl for lunch on the broad patio outside the El Sol de la Mañana, and although the colorful parasols kept the fierce sun off them the air was hot and dry, and even the discretely placed fans seemed unable to stir it. But the birthday girl didn’t want to cool off; she had plans for an afternoon of entertainment, so she instructed a surprised servant to turn off the air coolers around her. While Amber chatted with the lieutenant the air drifted lazily over her, superheated by the reflected sunlight bouncing off the lemon-yellow bricks that made up the patio floor. It felt a little like when her mom would open the oven door when she was baking cookies, releasing a momentary blast of fiery dragon breath.
The birthday girl’s toned body produced more sweat, and she felt it trickle in rivulets from under her arms and down her spine, collecting between her legs. She reached over and poured herself another glass of fresh lemonade, downing it in three or four gulps. She was still wearing her athletic shoes with the pink trim, and her feet felt like they were baking in the oven with mom’s cookies. Her white ankle socks were soaked and she wriggled her toes in the dampness, like she did when she was a little girl after she’d jumped in the wading pool with her sneakers on. She smiled, recalling how she’d have to run like fuck when her daddy saw her and came roaring out of the trailer like a crazed animal.
When the pleasant lunch ended the birthday girl took her sweat-soaked body back to her room, smiling to herself as she contemplated having some fun before a nice long soak in the tub.
Rainbow Girl had done a good clean up job on Jenny. Her eyes were red and puffy, but she’d been washed and smelled nice, her blonde hair had even been brushed through and pulled back into the neat ponytail all Cruza slaves wore. Rainbow Girl had even added a black ribbon to the ponytail, a nice touch, Amber concluded. The redhead sat on the bed with Jenny Moyse kneeling before her, imagining what it must be like to be knelt there like that, naked, hands and feet tied, not daring to look up into the eyes of the brat you used to hate, who now owned you.
‘Jenny, Jenny, Jenny,’ Amber said in a singsong voice, ‘betcha don’t know how much I love this, do you?’ The redhead laughed. ‘Probably about as much as you hate it, huh? Anyway, I went to a ton of fucking trouble for you.’ The teenager plucked at her damp T-shirt, letting it fall limply back to her breasts. ‘I’ve had to sit in this gross stuff for hours, just for you. And it really is all for you, Jenny Moyse. I’m not going to let anyone else have a single drop, not even Rainbow Girl. Every tiny, teeny, itsy-bitsy little weenie drop is just for you. How cool is that?’
Jenny had been crying since Amber sat down, quietly, but the birthday girl could see the tears running down her cheeks, being diverted to the side of her face by the gag. The redhead motioned to Rainbow Girl and the young woman came and knelt behind the blonde, unclipping the gag and pulling it out of the slave’s mouth, wiping the drool from it with a pink towel. She then ran the towel around the slave’s face, removing the tears like a mother with her messy infant.
‘Well…’ said Amber, placing her athletic shoe on the slave’s right shoulder, ‘where do we start?’ The teenager winked at Shelly, who smiled back coyly at her mistress, then the mistress’s assistant reached forward and untied the teenager’s athletic shoe, holding the heel while Amber slid her damp foot out. The white sock looked like a wet rag and Shelly carefully removed it, then took hold of her mistress’s pretty little foot and held it lovingly in the palm of her left hand, while with her right she grasped the slave’s jaw, pulling down firmly, opening the young woman’s mouth. Jenny was no rocket scientist; she didn’t need to be to figure out what was happening, but the session with the cane had done its work well and she sat perfectly still as the assistant moved her mistresses foot closer to the waiting mouth. Shelly knew the young woman would be screaming if she dared, but she didn’t, she had to sit in compliant silence while the degrading ritual continued. The toes slid into the gaping mouth before them and the assistant stopped pulling on the jaw. She pushed upward, closing the mouth around the foot. Soft lips closed on mistress’s instep and sole and Shelly leaned forward, placing her mouth next to the slave’s ear.
‘Suck,’ she said simply, then when nothing happened for a second she added, ‘or do you want to come and play with me and my little cane again?’ Shelly felt the blonde’s jaw move and saw her cheeks pull in. ‘Now use your tongue.’ The jaw, which Shelly still held gently, began to move from side to side as the young woman played her tongue over the goddesses foot, being granted the gift of her sweat.
Amber pulled over a large silk beanbag an
d leant contentedly back into it, wriggling her toes in Jenny Moyse’s mouth, feeling the bitch slurping at them, then the blonde’s soft tongue wriggled its way between her tootsies, knowing her assistant must have instructed the slave to do it. Then Rainbow Girl grabbed her mistress’s heel with her left hand, clutching the slave’s ponytail in her right, and began to fuck Jenny Moyse’s mouth with the foot, siding it in and out of the sucking, tonguing hole like it was cunt, saliva instead of cum soaking the wriggling toes. Amber moaned in delight, winking at Rainbow Girl. The relationship was working out very well indeed… unless you were Jenny Moyse, of course.
Rainbow Girl had taken over an hour to complete the well thought out ritual, much to her mistress’s pleasure, but then there were two feet to contend with. Amber examined her freshly sucked and licked left foot, now clean and fresh and free from its oven-like prison. She wriggled her toes in the cool breeze from the air-conditioner, and thought about shoving them back in the bitch’s mouth; as much as this was supposed to be about humiliating the young woman, having your toes sucked was actually very enjoyable in its own right. The teenager ticked off a mental note to make this part of her daily routine from now on.
Jenny had slipped into a state of shock, and kept smacking her lips like a kid who’d just finished a tasty lollypop. She could probably still taste Amber’s feet, and her mind was struggling to come to terms with what had just happened. The birthday girl was about to carefully reiterate to the dazed blonde her place in the hierarchy of the bedroom suite when she realized the time. She had to get ready.
‘Rainbow Girl, please explain to the new member of our little family what her place and duties will be, please,’ she said. ‘Just hit the bitch with it. I don’t want you wasting your time being gentle.’ Amber skipped happily off to the bathroom. ‘Oh…’ the teenager peered round the doorframe, ‘and I’ll only be a few minutes taking care of, um, business, so perhaps you’d better start now.’
‘Okay,’ Rainbow Girl said, grinning down at the kneeling blonde. ‘I’ve already told you it all, anyhow, but you seem a little stupid so perhaps there’s no harm in going over things again. Mistress is the most important thing in the whole world, got that? The whole world. You have to live in this suite, and in my bedroom when she’s not playing with you, and you don’t get to go out like I do. You stay in your restraints, and mistress wants you naked all the time.’
Jenny Moyse just stared blankly at the floor, and Shelly had to repeat several times that the mistress now owned the young blonde woman totally, that there was no set time to serve, no parole, no reprieve, this would never end, not even if the mistress grew bored with her, she would just be passed on to someone else. The blue eyes blinked as her phased brain slowly absorbed the mind-shattering concept, and when she finally got it the blue eyes opened wide, blinking back tears.
‘You’re gonna have to get sharper than this,’ Shelly sighed in an exasperated tone. ‘Now like I told you, I get to take care of mistress’s pussy, because that’s important, you get to take care of her ass. And you better do a good job of it too, cos my little cane and me will be keeping tabs on you.’
Amber knelt on the bed, head on her silk pillow, ass stuck up in the air. She pulled up her robe exposing her tanned buttocks, and then she spread her legs slightly, opening the valley a little. Rainbow Girl clambered up the large bed to her mistress, dragging Jenny Moyse by her collar and leash. The birthday girl looked round and saw her assistant taking a firm hold of the whimpering blonde’s ponytail, then she laid her head back on the pillow. On a tripod beside the bed the red light on the video camera winked on and off. This was something she wanted a record of, like an important family event.
The hand on the back of Jenny’s head pushed her towards the buttocks that loomed before her, and she descended into the crevice. The buttocks engulfed her face like a soft pillow. The other strange female in her nightmare pressed on her head, pushing her further until she was struggling to breathe and her lips touched the trailer-slut’s anus. Then Jenny felt something cold and hard close on her clitoris, something metallic… pliers perhaps. The implement squeezed gently, so Jenny thought of nice things, pretty things, like flowers and golden beaches and butterflies, and then she stuck out her tongue and pushed it into the redheaded brat’s ass, and began to lick.
Part Two: Coming of Age
Gray Steel Under Dark Skies
Amber wore black fatigues, multi-pocketed with Velcro straps at the ankle, calf and thigh, while her long black coat hid a lightweight armor vest and two Browning rapid fire pistols, holstered just behind each hip. A lazy drizzle drifted in from the sea, covering the dockside in a clinging, heavy mist, but inside the cargo ship it just pushed the humidity uncomfortably high.
Amber walked casually behind their informally dressed Russian host, the short, dark-haired woman dressed in jeans and T-shirt, her large breasts looking like they were struggling to break free from their white cotton prison. Amber envied the woman as they pushed on through the dank air inside the ship, but she was on Russian mafia turf now, so the vest and pistols seemed the minimum acceptable precaution. Dakota walked a few paces behind, similarly clothed, while McKenna and a veritable private army waited on the quayside. If the two Cruza females didn’t reappear unharmed in one hour the stinking hunk of rusting steel would be stormed and then sent to the harbor bottom. McKenna had brought enough plastic explosive to sink a fleet.
Amber enjoyed her nominal role as a senior player in the organization, even when she was little more than a kid playing with the grown-ups, but since she’d turned twenty-one things had been a little different, as different in many ways as the girl herself. No longer just a pretty red-haired teenager with a sadistic streak, the lucky genes hadn’t let her down, producing a stunningly beautiful young woman with a razor-sharp mind and reflexes to match. Nor had time tamed her cruel streak, merely accentuating it, mixing the sadistic, occasionally violent urges with a growing sophistication, producing a lethal combination that made her the most powerful and popular women in the San Diego Cruza next to Rebecca, and though she was both loathed and feared by those outside the organization, she was also grudgingly respected.
Nina stopped by a large metal door with the familiar wheel mechanism, perfectly normal for a cargo ship, except for the iron bar that prevented the wheel from being turned from the inside. Nina slid the bar loose, spun the wheel, and with a little effort pulled open the hatch. The smell of sweat and piss belched from the opening and Amber wrinkled her nose, but was careful not to overreact. The Ice Angel, as she had affectionately come to be known, stepped over the raised base of the hatch following Nina inside, while Dakota remained outside, fully alert.
Around twenty young Eastern European females were arranged around the walls of the otherwise empty room. The metal chamber reminded Amber of a giant pressure cooker, the pungent air made worse by the heat. The females were lying on the hard metal floor, wrists and ankles shackled in crude chains, looking miserably wretched and filthy. Amber pulled on a surgical glove, and then grabbed the nearest girl by her lank hair, lifting the tearstained face for a moment before letting it fall limply back. She was busy taking stock of the sorry looking cargo, noting that under the grime the girls were fairly high-grade – pretty and slim with fair skin, a number even blonde – when a previously unnoticed ceiling hatch suddenly grated open and three men dropped through, whereupon the Ice Angel snatched both pistols in one fluid move, thrusting one against the lead man’s head and waving the other two back with the second.
‘Whoa.’ The lead man raised his hands, waving to his henchmen who were moving slowly to their belts. The guy going head-to-head with the 9mm knew his goons had no chance of retrieving their weapons before he lost a piece of his skull.
‘You get within one inch of those pistol grips, macho boys, and the first shot will leave you picking his brains out of your eyes, while the next dozen will tear holes in your chests we can put that
fucking hatch in.’ Amber smiled her best Ice Angel smile, never taking her eyes off the man in front of her. ‘Sure hope you understand English, or things are going to get messy around here in about three seconds.’
‘They understand, no problems lady, everything is cool, right?’ The man with Amber’s pistol pressed to his forehead gave a gentle flick of the wrists and the other two stood down, bringing their arms up and folding them across their chests. ‘Nice pistol,’ he added, looking at the female holding it. ‘Pretty, like you.’
‘Know what the most powerful handgun in the world is, dumb-fuck?’ Amber asked, and the man stared blankly as her frustrated sigh filled the silence. ‘Whichever one happens to be pointing at you.’ The Ice Angel twisted the barrel against the sweaty forehead a couple of times before she lowered it. ‘Which part of “no fucking surprises” didn’t you understand, exactly?’ She saw the men’s eyes look past her and knew Dakota had moved closer to the hatch. The fact that procedure meant she wouldn’t enter the room probably didn’t make the P90 look any less threatening. Nina, silent until now, stepped in to calm things.
‘This is Vladimir, head of… security… on this ship,’ the Russian woman explained. ‘He didn’t mean to break with our agreement, he was just, well, enthusiastic to greet our American guests.’
‘Consider us introduced, now get out,’ Amber motioned to the door, past her backup with the serious firepower. Vladimir muttered to the others in Russian, but he left anyway, slipping arrogantly past the business end of the P90 to swagger away deeper into the ship. ‘What did he just say?’ Amber stared directly at their guide, and noticed the small woman swallow anxiously.