by Paul Blades
Only five more, Heloise, that is, if youre good. And here they come.
Whipping a beautiful girls tits was far different than whipping her ass. Whereas scars from the kiss of a whip would fade quickly on the ass, scars on the breasts would certainly detract from Heloises value as a sex slave, at least on her initial sale. Nora was well aware of the value of pale, unsullied breasts. She would have to pull her punches. But Nora had whipped many tits and was an expert.
The whip landed on Heloises left breast. The girl screamed in agonizing pain. Her breasts had always been a source of pleasure to Heloise and her few lovers. They were now to be a source of extreme anguish.
The next blow landed on the Heloises right tit, just above the dark nipple. The third struck the right again, this time below. The fourth lash nipped the left breast in the same location.
Heloise was dancing on her toes, shaking her breasts up and down, as if she were attempting to put out the fire within them. Her cries and pleas were unintelligible as she was overwhelmed with the pain.
One more, Heloise. Get ready, Nora tauntingly reminded the girl. Nora swung the whip back and jerked it back at precisely the right instant. It landed just at the crux of Heloises sex, precisely on her little nub of pleasure.
Ahhhhhhhhhhhhrgh! Heloise responded painfully. Ahhhhhhhhhhhgh!
Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhgh!
The sharp pain lingered, as the insult to her pleasure bud stabbed through the anguished girl like a knife. Nora lowered the whip and glanced at the Turk. Her eyes were wide with delight. Drops of perspiration rolled down the side of her face. She grinned at the Turk. Your turn, my dear, she said.
The Turk moved forwards. He grabbed the red, but undamaged tits that hung invitingly from the whipped womans chest. He rubbed the stiffened nipples with his thumbs as he stared into the eyes of the quivering woman. Her eyes were puffy and red from crying. She moved her lips prefatory to a renewed plea for mercy. Turk stilled her voice with a whispered, Shhhhhh.
He stepped behind the girl and began to remove his clothes. Nora took his place in front of her and placed her hand on her hair, rubbing it softly. She leaned over and kissed her, forcing her tongue into her mouth. It was a long, passionate kiss. The girl emitted a muffled whimper as she endured the Sapphic caress. Nora stroked her sore breasts, circling them with her hands, pushing them softly against her body.
The Turk was now nude and he placed his hands on Heloises shoulders and pressed his body up against her back. His hard prick lay against her back, nestled in the crack of her ass. Heloise stiffened as she felt it. Nora addressed the apprehensive girl.
Heloise, she said, you will now get on your knees, kiss my friends cock and beg him to fuck you in the ass. If you do not, I will whip you again, and I wont stop until you are a bloody, senseless mess. Do you understand?
The girls lips trembled as she forced out the words, Y-yes.
You mean yes, mistress, dont you Heloise?
Y, yes, mistress, the girl replied.
Nora unfastened Heloises hands from the chain and turned her so that she faced Turk. She firmly, but gently, pushed her to her knees. Turks cock was inches from her face. She looked up at Turk, helplessly. Without awaiting a cue from Nora, she leaned forwards slightly and kissed the tip of Turks tool.
No, no, no, Heloise, Nora interrupted, you must give it a really good kiss. In fact, why dont you take it into your mouth and suck it. You really have to reward my friend for being so patient.
Heloise let out a solitary sob and then opened her mouth. She leaned forwards and took Turks hot, hard cock inside. The girl pressed her lips around the thick meat of Turks manhood and pushed herself forwards so that she had engulfed it in her mouth to the edge of her throat. Slowly, she pulled back, her tongue swirling around the glans. Turk issued a low moan of satisfaction.
Nora was watching approvingly as the girl sucked on the hard meat in her mouth. Do it again, Heloise, he really liked that, she said. Heloise pressed her head forwards again and her lips descended the tool. This time, as she reached what she thought was the extreme of her ability, the Turk placed his hands on her head and pushed further. His cock entered her throat, gagging her. Her chest convulsed as she struggled for oxygen. Turk held her there for a full minute, enjoying the constrictions of her throat on the head of his cock. Finally, he released her and she pulled her head back quickly, gasping for air.
Thats a good girl, Heloise, Nora said. Later you can suck him off. But now, you must beg him for a good ass fucking. Go ahead, now, let us hear you beg.
Heloise looked up at the remorseless Turk, the man who had kidnapped her, stolen her from her home, raped her there, and now stood poised to force her to perform what she had been taught was a despicable act of sexual perversion. Catamites and sodomites did this thing. Her mind rebelled at the command she had been given, but her body remembered the lash and its stinging tip. She mumbled some words that were unintelligible. Nora grabbed her hair.
One more chance, slut, you have one more chance. Now let me hear you beg.
Oh, please, the girl blurted, Ill do it, Ill do it. She took in a deep breath. P-please, mister, please fuck me in the ass.
No, Nora said, you must beg him.
Heloise resumed her appeal to the Turk. P-please mister, I beg you to fuck me in the ass.
I dont think that thats good enough, do you? Nora asked Turk.
There doesnt seem to be any sincerity in it, Turk replied.
Oh, God, please dont whip me again, Heloise said desperately. Please, mister, I beg you, please fuck me in the ass, please. Her voice was now shrill and whiney. Her face was contorted with fear.
All right, Turk said. Ill do it. Stand up.
Heloise rose to her feet assisted by Nora. She was led to the padded horse and made to lean over it. Her ankles and wrists were confined at its legs. Her wrinkled star was presented to her assailant. Turk pushed his cock into the small, tight opening. Heloise was shaking with fear and revulsion over the act she was being forced to perform. Slowly, Turk pressed forwards, eliciting a squeal of pain. Steadily, the steel hard prick descended deeper and deeper into her bowels.
When the Turk had pressed his cock in to the hilt, he began to saw it back and forth against the tight ring of the girls ass. He was hot and ready. Small exclamations of pain came from the girls mouth as her violation continued. Heloise rocked her hips in response to the pain of her forcibly widened anus, unintentionally increasing Turks enjoyment. He delighted himself in her posterior, drawing his cock back and forth slowly, penetrating deeply. The girl moaned and cried wordlessly. Fruitlessly, she tried to pull up from the padded horse, to draw her legs together, to free her hands to help push her intruder away. Suddenly, she felt Turk stiffen behind her and utter a low and prolonged groan. His pumping became fiercer as he unloaded his cum deep inside her. She felt the warmth spread within her bowels and, at the same time, felt the beginning of a tingle in her cunt. For reasons she did not know, the hot prick was exciting her. Shocked and appalled at her response, she sobbed uncontrollably.
As the Turk emerged from the girls ass, Nora applauded. Good work, Heloise, youve made him come. Youve the makings of a good whore. Nora grabbed the prostrate girls nether lips and pushed her fingers inside the now hot, wet, canal. And youre dripping wet, Heloise! she exclaimed. Let me help you out. Im going to give you a little finger fucking. I want to hear you come good and loud.
Nora began to stroke the soft, hot pussy. Heloises breathing became steadily more intense as she was driven to pleasure. She could no more resist the well practiced manipulations of Noras hand than she could the administration of the whip. She began to call out and rock her hips as she was pushed closer and closer to climax. When she came, she moaned loudly, pushing frantically against the hand that caressed her.
The Turk watched a
ppreciatively as the girl reacted lewdly to Noras caresses. He had fucked her cunt and now her ass. He wanted her to suck him off. Heloises lessons in love were just beginning. As Nora released her from her bonds she told her, What a good little slut you are Heloise. Now Im going to teach you how to lick a cunt.
For the moment, the Turks thoughts about Cheryl had been set aside. There was nothing in the world like fucking a fresh caught bitch.
Part Four
Life In Katanga
Cheryl spent the night of her first day as Stoners slave in a three by three foot cage sobbing and crying. Mercifully, she had finally fallen asleep, exhausted from her ordeal. When she awoke, still confined in her tiny steel prison, still in the dimly lit torture room, she had recommenced her tears.
Cheryl did not know whether it was day or night when Jeremiah came in to retrieve her. He wheeled the steel cage out of the door and to a small lift that took them to the second floor of the sprawling mansion. When they reached a brightly lit room, Jeremiah released the lock on the door of the cage and ordered her out. Cheryl crawled cautiously out of the cage. When she rose to her knees, she saw that there were three other naked young women in the room, kneeling and trembling, their arms locked behind their backs.
Wordlessly, Jeremiah pulled Cheryl to her feet and escorted her into a large bathroom. He released her bound wrists and removed her crude gag. He ordered her to cleanse herself and watched carefully as the frightened woman stepped into an open shower stall and began to bathe. Her wounds stung as the lukewarm water pelted against her body. But the water was comforting. She needed desperately to be clean but she knew that she could never wash away the stain of her debasement at the hands of Stoner and his factotum.
As the water ran over her, Cheryl remembered her last shower in her apartment, with Turk standing and watching her soap and scrub her body, just as Jeremiah stood there now. As strange and foolish as it sounds, Cheryl yearned for Turks eyes to be on her. Although he had humiliated and assaulted her, sold her to this monster Stoner, Cheryl believed, against all logic, that somehow, deep inside, Turk had ended by feeling something for her. She hoped and prayed that she was right and that he would come for her, rescue her, reclaim her.
When Cheryl was returned to the bedroom, she was instructed to kneel and her hands were tied behind her back with a thin leather cord. Jeremiah addressed her sternly, No talking! Remain quiet!
After Cheryl communicated her understanding and agreement, Jeremiah left. Cheryl knelt and studied the three young and shapely women who shared the room with her. They were all beautiful. Two of them were blondes, the third a brunette like Cheryl. They silently stared back at Cheryl, anxiety clear in their faces.
The four women her been kneeling silently in the room for about twenty minutes when the door opened and Stoner strode in. He was carrying a leather encased riding crop. He was dressed in khakis and heavy black boots.
Ah, my lovelies, he exclaimed. All ready and waiting for me. Four pretty cunts waiting to be filled. He stopped by Cheryl and grabbed her cheeks, pressing them hard and causing Cheryl to wince with pain. The lovely Cheryl, he said. I enjoyed our little party last night. I hope you learned your lessons well. He stared into her eyes. Did you? he queried.
Cheryl did not want to abase herself before these other women, although they were as naked and as helpless as she was. But her desire to avoid pain was stronger.
Yes sir, she answered in a low, trembling voice.
Stoner yanked her head back and struck her viciously across the breasts with the riding crop.
Its master to you, slut! he yelled. I am your master and dont you ever forget it!
Cheryl cried out in pain, but was able to eke out a plaintive Yes, Master, before another blow was landed.
Thats better, whore, Stoner replied. He turned and addressed the three kneeling women. And now for my three beautiful wives. Im afraid that one of you must go. Cheryl is going to be my new wife, and you know that I am only permitted three. Now, who shall it be?
Stoner was a practical and frugal man. He believed that having more than three sexual thralls at a time was a waste. He had gotten to where he was by discipline and the ruthless exploitation of those around him. Having a fourth sexual slave was just an extravagance and another empty mouth to feed. It was better that the fourth girl begin to earn her keep in one of the whorehouses he kept in the capital. She would, at first, ply her trade in the fashionable house uptown frequented by the rich and privileged. When she began to show the strains of wear, she would go to one of the whorehouses frequented by the better off civil servants, army officers and merchants. After that, well, it was a downward slope. But there was always some poor native who would pay a few extra pennies to fuck a white woman.
And there was another reason for the limit of three servile sluts at a time. Under Muslim law as practiced in Katanga, a man was permitted only three wives and Stoner had, of necessity, adopted the Koran as his bible and Allah as his God. This helped control the sometimes unruly troops in his small mercenary force. It helped at the capital, Christians being roundly despised. And, should the annoying, but still powerful, international aid inspectors come around, he could produce perfectly legal marriage certificates for each of the white sluts under his roof. Once married to him, the woman became his property as a matter of religious and Katanganese law. They had no more rights than a stool or a post.
The three naked women knelt at attention as Stoner stepped up to examine them. Jeremiah, who had entered the room behind Stoner, went over to the three women and, one by one, stuffed thick leather gags into their mouths. There would be no crying and pleading as Stoner made his selection. The women could only communicate with their eyes and their posed lasciviousness. Their breasts were jutted out proudly, delicate, round offerings. Their legs were spread widely, their hairless sexes presented for their masters touch. Stoner walked slowly between them.
He caressed the breast of the first in line, one of the blondes. Ah, Justine, my French poodle. You have such a sweet cunt. You have been here the longest and are the obvious choice to go. But you have a very skilled mouth, and I might miss it.
He proceeded to the next girl, the brunette. She had long, flowing, wavy hair, tinged with red. Her breasts were large, spread across her delicate frame like overripe fruit. And Mary, my Irish beauty, I love to whip those ample tits. I would miss them. Stoner twisted Marys nipples. She stoically absorbed the abuse, her eyes imploring Stoner to spare her.
Stoner stepped over to the third girl. She was thin and had small, pointed tits. Her blond hair was short. Her features were, however, delicate and soft. She had a beautiful face, graceful blue eyes. Her frailty invited torment and she bore several red lashes across her breasts and stomach as if to emphasize this. Stoner spoke to her.
Sara, Sara, Sara, he intoned, what am I going to do with you? You have been here the shortest. You have been a wonderful fuck. Of all, I believe that you are the most enthusiastic whore. And you bear the whip so well. But do I want two Americans? Alas, I dont think so. Stoner signaled to Jeremiah. He quickly affixed a leash around her neck and pulled her to her feet.
My officers have been pining for you for months, Sara. You will be a nice change from their buxom native girls. And I will make it a point to visit you in the capital.
Sara started to cry. She stood before Stoner, a forlorn expression on her face. As Stoners wife, she at least knew what abuses and torments she would be subject to. After all, even Stoner had his limits and it was rare that he would torture and abuse all three of his wives in the same night. As long as she was in his harem, she could reasonably expect some respite from torment. But as a whore in the capital, she would suffer daily humiliation and pain.
We have one more night together, Sara, Stoner told her as he caressed her face. Be assured that I will make the most of it. And to Jeremiah he said, Take her to the
Discipline Room. Put her on the horse. Ill be down later to say goodbye.
Jeremiah nodded deferentially and led the dismally unhappy, petite girl from the room. Stoner turned to Cheryl. And, we shall see how long you last, cunt. Open your mouth and suck my cock.
Cheryl, having been impressed by Stoners heartless cruelty, needed no encouragement to comply with the mans perfunctory order. She spread her lips wide and accepted the still flaccid flesh as Stoner jammed it into her mouth. She worked it with her tongue until she felt it begin to harden. As it rose, she began to stroke it with her lips. Soon it had reached full prominence and Stoner began to moan with pleasure.
Thats it cunt, keep sucking it, he hissed. Take my cock, you useless bitch. Yeah, oh, yeah! he cried out.
The cock got hotter and hotter in Cheryls mouth. She could taste Stoners precum as the meaty hardness began to throb. Whimpering with relief, she sucked down all of his salty discharge. Cheryl hoped and prayed that she would not be beaten.
Stoner withdrew his shrinking tool from Cheryls mouth and tucked it away in his pants. Thats better, slut. Later on well see how you fuck. Tomorrow, Im going to bust your cherry in your ass. He turned to the other two naked and kneeling women. Teach this slut the rules. If she fucks up, Im going to whip everybody. He marched from the room.
The women knelt together in silence for more than an hour. Stoners instructions were certainly frustrated by the fact that the two women, Justine and Mary, remained gagged. All three remained bound. There was nothing to do until Jeremiah came to release them.
Cheryl was too afraid to move. She hadnt been told to stay still, but she hadnt been authorized to move either. It felt incongruous to be a bound prisoner in what was a well furnished, tastefully appointed bedroom. The walls were decorated with light blue wallpaper, a matching, but darker, rug. Three luxurious beds lined one wall with only the brass rings embedded in their frames to dispel their innocent appearance. A tall, lush tree stood outside the window and its leaves permitted an intermittent pattern of flickering light to reflect on the floor. Cheryl could hear a cacophony of birds outside, a stark contrast to the heavy silence in the room. Justine and Mary watched her warily, waiting to see what nature of unfortunate woman had been cast into their midst.