Belle Submission

by Yolanda Celbridge

  ‘Ohh…’ Trina wailed.

  Her buttocks pumped and squeezed, in time with her bugger’s ferocious rhythm, her anal elastic embracing the hard cockmeat and teasing him to spurt into her rectum; at each stroke, he wrenched the tool from her hole with a loud sucking plop before slamming it in to the balls. He began to spank her bare at each filling of her anus. Tears sprang from her eyes as her cunt spurted new floods of come and her fesses jerked under the slaps.

  ‘Oh…’ Trina moaned, ‘don’t stop… fuck me… harder, harder… I need it so much…’

  Her belly heaved and her moans grew to shrieks.

  ‘Oh! Oh! Ohh! Fuck me… split my ass!’

  ‘Mmm,’ Devora said, masturbating hard. ‘Do as she says, sir, I’m almost there.’

  The male grunted and Trina felt a hot trickle of sperm at the root of her anus. Her sphincter sucked harder on the giant cock until her own belly fluttered and, as she felt a massive, hot jet of sperm splash her anal walls, her come splashed the seat of the stud’s throne and she howled in long, sharp yelps as orgasm flooded her. Devora had one foot perched on the throne’s arm and her cunt was stinking in Trina’s face, with her come-soaked cunt-spike bobbing as she thumbed her erect clitty; she growled in orgasm as her cunt squirted come. Behind her, Cindi Kock had her tongue at Prudence Vile’s clitty, while Prudence flicked Cindi’s with her forefinger; both maids were slathered in sweat and shivered as their cunts melted together in climax. The male pulled his still-hard cock from Trina’s anus and wiped it on her hair before disappearing into the shadows.

  ‘I’m so ashamed…’ Trina wailed. ‘Why won’t you believe me? I’m Trina Guelph, the new intendant! Elvis could have vouched for me… he didn’t have to torment me with that dumb hallowe’en mask.’

  ‘I know you’re Trina Guelph,’ said Devora. ‘The way your ass wriggled under cane, and that buttfuck action! But that joker wasn’t Elvis. He wears a mask because he thinks we don’t know… he’s the ambassador of New Albion.’

  ‘They send an ambassador, while we’re at war?’

  They sat in Sirena Toitte’s court chambers, adjoining the palace of justice. All committee members had their own palaces and meetings took place in each, by turn. Trina, like the other committee members, wore scholar’s blue, with an unopened rear vent, black nylon stockings, white blouse — Trina wore a white scalloped bra, as thin as possble, to satisfy both comfort and modesty, while the others were braless — and a ceremonial whipple in a cane scabbard at her waist.

  ‘Civilised dialogue is always appropriate, even in wartime, mamselle intendant. More tea? Sugar?’

  ‘Yes… too bad you don’t have artificial sweetener.’

  The committee of public safety collectively giggled.

  ‘No lady deprives herself of sugar, mamselle,’ said Zealla, serving Trina’s tea. ‘We are so sorry for yesterday’s misunderstanding at the academy. There was a mix-up in the inter-service paperwork. Of course, if you venture outside the normal channels —’ she shrugged ‘— anyway, I have ordered Sophie Petrarque whipped fifty lashes on the back, with a six-thonged scourge of Florida ivy.’

  ‘Oh! there’s no need. I intend to cut down bureaucracy. The GG Baggs business plan comes first.’

  Zealla waggled her foot and shook off her boot, revealing her nylon stocking with her big toe poking through a hole. Her skirt slipped up almost to her pubis, with a sliver of white panty visible and lush hanks of pubic hairs sprouting from the frilled hem of the garment. She tutted, pinched the stocking fabric to cover her toe and slipped her boot on. She smiled at Trina.

  ‘Sentence was carried out at dawn today by Sergeant Merlene Makings of the watch,’ she said. ‘I trust you are pleased with your vison?’

  ‘Most honoured. I haven’t got around to…’

  ‘At your own convenience, mamselle. The miscreant Dykes will sprout another fleece in no time. She has been caged in the Stella Maris for indefinite service without pay, subject to your executive clemency. No doubt you have dealt with any malfeasance by your secretary.’

  Trina blurted that she had caned Harriet on the bare that morning during breakfast.

  ‘In addition to any merited canestrokes?’ Zealla asked.

  ‘My apartments in the palace are within earshot of your own, mamselle. By the way, there is no need to specify that correction was on the bare. It would be a breach of our constitution, otherwise.’

  ‘Then you must know I caned her a hard forty,’ Trina said, ‘with twenty unpaid, and I beat her bare ass — sorry, her ass — as hard as I could, with an English muffin in my mouth. I’m aware that my treatment was a misunderstanding — I don’t want to cause a reign of terror.’

  ‘Ah,’ said Sirena Toitte, ‘la terreur. That was long ago.’

  ‘Though several bottoms still bear the scars,’ murmured Alice Frequemme, wiping her brow and loosening the third button of her blouse, beneath which her soaked bare jellies quivered; she shifted in her seat with a squeak as sweat slopped her nylon-stockinged thighs.

  ‘This heat. Why must we wear real antique nylon, mesdemoiselles? Mamselle Flageolet surely made do with cotton hose? It’s no secret that I train my soldiers and sailors in the nude for greater efficiency.’

  ‘For shame,’ said Dorita Carawn. ‘You are too soft with your troops, mamselle, due to misplaced sympathy. Do you suggest we should go about like Albion beasts?’

  ‘Your security corps are almost nude, mamselle,’ gasped Alice.

  ‘Almost is the thing, mamselle,’ retorted Dorita. ‘The sex is sheathed for modesty, the breasts bared for ease of whipstrokes. I seem to recall that during the terror you were a humble scholar, a ringleader in the revolt of the sans-culottes— and were well flogged for your insolence, with your big bare moons truly sans their culotte.’

  Alice rubbed her buttocks and grimaced.

  ‘Some might have thought you over-zealous, mamselle, as a mere grunt in the security corps,’ she said.

  ‘A security corpsmaid’s flogging arm cannot be too zealous, mamselle,’ replied Dorita.

  Alice flushed. Zealla interrupted the delighted laughter by rapping the rosewood table with her knuckles.

  ‘Mesdemoiselles, as directress of discipline, I must ask you if you are in dispute, and if so whether you wish to settle the matter summarily or before the states-general.’

  Alice glared at Dorita.

  ‘I say summarily,’ she said. ‘The bitch has a thrashing due.’

  ‘No white trash calls me bitch,’ snarled Dorita.

  Zealla licked her teeth and sighed loudly, though her eyes sparkled.

  ‘I take it we have a contest?’ she said. ‘You know the rules, mesdemoiselles, according to the law of the republic of West Florida. Nude but for stockings. No weapon save the cane, no shoes and no armour. Strip off and go to it when I whistle. First submission decides.’

  Alice was the first to slither out of her clammy garments, which she ripped from her sweat-slimed body and stood, jellies trembling, to spit at her opponent. Dorita took her time, smiling in contempt at her rival, similar in age and strength, but a few inches shorter — though Alice’s breasts, thighs and buttocks were fuller and heavier with muscle than Dorita’s sinewy whipcord. Both girls had stiffly erect nipples and the sunshafts darting into the dusty chamber illumined smears of come at their cunt-lips. Alice turned around and bent over, pushing her bare moons almost in Dorita’s face. Her fesses were striped with a geometric pattern of old, deep welts, still ridged and puffed to dark grey. She brandished her cane and slapped air.

  ‘I still bear your cane scars, you vile torturer. You’ll have them back with interest —’

  Vip!

  ‘Ah!’

  Alice spun, clutching her bare breasts, which bore a vivid pink stripe of Dorita’s suddenly flashed cane. The taller girl finished folding her skirt and whirled to face the sobbing Alice, still rubbing her teats and staring in disbelief.

  ‘That’s not right! She didn’t wait!’ Ali
ce cried to Zealla, who shrugged.

  Dorita sprang, and her cane slashed. Vip! Vip!

  ‘Ah! You fucking bitch.’

  Alice danced in agony with two cane welts sliced to her cunt-flaps. She flailed with her own cane and caught Dorita on the left haunch, tracing a thin pink weal. Dorita grimaced. Their forearms shielding their faces, the two girls danced around each other, thrusting and parrying, the sunlight glinting on their nylon stockings which clung to their rippling thighs, damp with sweat. Suddenly, Alice lowered her head and charged under Dorita’s flailing canestrokes to butt her in the cunt-basin. Dorita shrieked and could not prevent Alice from seizing her hips, clawing at the exposed folds of her bare gash and grappling her to the floor, where Alice sat on Dorita’s neck and applied canestrokes to her wriggling bare bottom, which striped at once with sinuous crimson welts. Vip! Vip!

  ‘Ah! You fucking trull!’

  Vip! Vip!

  ‘Ah! Stop, please!’

  ‘Chickenshit!’ Alice hissed.

  As she caned, Alice twisted Dorita’s hair round her balled fist and pulled it to its roots. Vip! Vip!

  ‘Ahh!’

  Dorita’s legs began to bang the floor, drumming separately and exposing the jagged red scar of her cunt-lips, juicing heavily and with a thick smear of cunt-slime trickling between her legs. Alice’s quim, too, was juicing, and as her flow shone more copiously, her strokes increased in vigour as the squirming bare buttocks threshed beneath her wand. Vip! Vip! Vip!

  ‘Ahh! For pity’s sake… !’

  Dorita’s legs thumped the floor and Alice raised her arm at an angle.

  Vip!

  ‘Ah! Oh!’

  The stroke of the springy little whipple took Dorita squarely in the centre of her gash, the red wet lips writhing like anemones as the wood slashed the wet folds of the cunt-slit within. Vip! Vip! Two more strokes to the cunt had Dorita sobbing in frenzy, and as Alice slapped the cane down on her writhing anus pucker Dorita’s ass leaped, glowing with weals, and a long, steaming jet of piss erupted from her caned vulva. Vip! Vip! Alice’s cane made a wet, sploshing sound, as she caned the pissing cunt-flaps while wrenching Dorita’s hair. Zealla and Heidi craned to watch, each with pressed thighs and fingers at their quims. Their arms rippled as their fingers jerked between their legs. Trina stared, her own stockings moistening with come as she watched the naked combat. They’re diddling! Panting, Trina allowed her fingers to brush her throbbing clitoris, then got her fingers wedged in the folds of her pantied cunt and began to masturbate through the cloth.

  ‘Oh! Ah! Oh!’ shrieked the tortured girl, her whole naked body dripping with sweat and spraying the beads from her as she shuddered in the pool of her piss.

  ‘Submit, bitch.’

  Sobbing and gasping, Dorita shook her head.

  ‘Drink slime, you cunt.’

  Alice’s breasts heaved as she forced Dorita’s head into the piss-lake, now gleaming with droplets of Alice’s own come. Her clitoris shone raw in arousal at the other’s humiliance; yet Dorita’s nubbin too was erect and her cunt juiced as heavily as her tormentress’s. Alice slipped and Dorita scrambled from beneath her slithering body to kick the cane from her grasp and mount her. Alice was face up, struggling, as Dorita’s cunt pressed hers and the taller girl’s fists smashed her breasts, punching the nipples with hard, vicious jabs, then unfolding the fingers, to rake scratches across the existing raw cane weals on Alice’s naked, bouncing titties. Dorita bucked as she rode the helpless victim, her clitty mashing Alice’s as her pubic bone smashed the girl’s massively hairy cunt-hillock. Both pubic fleeces were soaked in piss and come; Dorita swivelled and flopped over the screaming girl until her face was in the pool of pee. She grabbed Alice’s own whipple and began to thrash the bare, squirming buttocks, with her foot on Alice’s back and her cunt-basin squatting inches above her face. A second stream of piss spurted from Dorita’s cunt, drenching Alice’s hair and face. Heidi and Zealla masturbated openly, and Trina parted her thighs to poke her quim and clit through her panties.

  Vip!

  ‘Ah!’

  Vip!

  ‘Ah!’

  The beating slowed as Dorita carefully flogged the buttocks in their existing welts, of which she was the distant authoress. She lowered her piss-soaked cunt and squirmed on Alice’s writhing back, her face reddening as she squashed her stiffened clitty in the jerking runnel of Alice’s spine.

  ‘Yeah, I remember that one,’ she panted. ‘That was so cool, flogging your ass while your spine and titties were all stretched out and you groaned on the rack, you bitch!’

  Vip! Vip!

  ‘Ahh! You mean, fucking whore, my ass has never taken such welts. They smart like fury…’

  Alice’s naked croup writhed, slamming the soaked floor, and her whole body twisted; Dorita, intent on her diddling, fell once more, and this time Alice did not leap for dominance but darted her head between Dorita’s flailing thighs. Zealla bared her teeth, masturbating with firm, voluptuous strokes between her parted thighs, while Heidi, flushed, dribbled drool and come, and moaned. Trina had her thumb and forefinger fastened on her own clitty and tugged hard, her belly beginning to flutter.

  ‘Ahh!’ Dorita screamed as Alice’s teeth fastened on her erect nubbin and bit. ‘Ah! No! Ahh…’

  ‘Submit, pig?’

  ‘No…no…’

  ‘Submit!’

  ‘No… Oh! Stop.’

  Alice tightened her grip on Dorita’s clitoris and her hands grabbed the swollen nipples of her foe; she nipped and pinched the plums and Dorita’s mouth went slack, with drool spurting from the corner of her lips. Alice’s tongue massaged her enemy’s nubbin, licking and stroking and chewing the erect clit. One hand left the shivering titties and dove into the ass-crack, finding the anus bud with a sharp fingernail.

  ‘Ahh!’ Dorita roared, as Alice’s index penetrated her anal hole and thrust in right to the knuckle. ‘No! Ahh!’

  A second finger joined the first; with forefinger and index, Alice reamed Dorita’s butthole, while clawing at her erect, bruised nipple, and chewing on the come-slimed clitty. Dorita’s belly started to heave and her squeals grew to high moans; drool cascaded from her lips. Alice withdrew from the twitching teat and raised her palm above Dorita’s buttocks. Slap! Slap! She began to spank the quivering bare fesses in a strong, regular rhythm.

  ‘No… please don’t, pretty please…’

  The spanking continued as come gushed from Dorita’s cunt, lathering her torturer’s chin, until Dorita erupted in a savage wail, followed by a dozen anguished yelps, and her belly heaved in spasm. Zealla and Heidi quivered in the climax of their masturbation; Trina thumbed her throbbing clitty and gasped, biting her lip, as orgasm drenched her.

  ‘By the laws of the republic of West Florida,’ Zealla said drily, ‘Mamselle Dorita has submitted.’

  Alice raised her face, dripping Dorita’s come; then, lowering her hand to her own gash, gave herself a few deft flicks to the clitty and grunted as she brought herself off.

  ‘To business, mesdemoiselles,’ said Zealla, when both combatants had dressed, sponged their bodies of fluid and rejoined the table. ‘If mamselle the intendant would care to call the meeting to order?’

  Trina did so, riffling the four-inch stack of copperplate papers before her. All the others had similar stacks.

  ‘I’d like to say something first, about the future of New Arras, as I see it,’ she began, when Zealla held up her hand.

  ‘Begging your pardon, mamselle, but on a wartime footing we may only discuss urgent business. Our first item, before the petty assizes, is a review of our tourist programme.’

  ‘Tourist programme? Hold up —’ Trina began.

  ‘Mamselle, the survival of New Arras is at stake,’ panted Dorita. ‘The exchequer is low. Hence, as mistress of the bank, I propose extending our range of tourist spectacles, since we are so in need of US dollars. A new boatload of tourists arrived this morning, so time is of the essence. If you
will look at page three of your documents?’

  While the committee perused their papers, nodding, Zealla explained that tourists were permitted to visit the wine shops and buy souvenirs — soft toys of girls under correction, or after correction, or on the gallows, and other harmless gewgaws. They might visit the Stella Maris, whose revenues accrued directly to the state, and which were estimated at two-thirds of the total spend. Mamselle Carawn proposed admitting tourists to the courts of assizes and to witness both exemplary punishments and any pertinent chastisements carried out immediately after sentence. In addition, they should be able to witness public hangings and even — after proper security clearance — the cells in the palace of justice, public corrections in Republic Place, the POW camp, with access to all discipline, and all facets of Mamselle Absorb’s academy.

  ‘Really!’ exclaimed Heidi. ‘I let them into the Stella Maris — well and good, the comfort of travellers is its traditional function. Even when the lickspittles want to pay in fessignats for my maids to cane their bare asses. Males, too, for shame. I demand Yankee dollars for all treatments, of course. But the secrets of my academy…’

  ‘It goes way beyond the academy, mamselle,’ said Zealla.

  ‘The Stella Maris is our main concern. We propose that the treatments should extend further than carnal comfort and the witnessing of punishment. Mamselle Flageolet decreed that the witnessing of chastisement might teach the uninstructed from the Orleans territory in the ways of reason, but, such are the times, I fear we must accept a certain lubricity in mainlanders’ enjoyment of corporal punishment. Lesbianism we may disapprove, but lesbianism accompanied by Yankee greenbacks has the allure of reason. Those females who wish to commit lesbian indecencies, and bare their own asses to virtuous cane, must be able to — paying in fessignats, rated at an exchange of one fessignat for five dollars. A correction of one hundred strokes on the bare would therefore earn some perverted Yankee mamselle one hundred fessignats, purchased for five hundred dollars cash.’

  ‘I shall open my POW camp to male and female tourists alike —‘‘guard for a a day’’— including discipline and free carnal usage of the prisoners’ bodies,’ Sirena said.