“That’s a beauty,” Blake said, eyeing what Julianna realized must be the fucking machine. Jason nodded, moving toward the contraption. He switched on a motor at the base of the wheel and it began to turn, pumping the piston with its huge rubber cock back and forth. He flicked the switch, increasing the speed of the piston with a whir of its motor, making the cock pump wildly in the air.
Julianna shrank back, terrified by the menacing contraption. She stole a glance at Veronica, but couldn’t see her face. Veronica tossed her thick mane of perfect, shiny black hair. Her full, pretty breasts were thrust forward, her back arched. Veronica was actually smirking toward the video camera set up on a tripod at one end of the room.
“I do like to watch girls licking each other’s pussies,” the Texan said. “How ‘bout we kill two birds with one stone? Put one of ‘em in the sling and have the other one sit on her face. While the first one’s gettin’ fucked, she can eat out the other one. First girl to come wins!” He laughed and Jason joined in.
“Excellent idea. Who would you like to do what? You call the shots tonight.”
Blake stared at both girls, his small, piggish eyes moving greedily over them. “I think I’d like to see that big ol’ dick rammed up the redhead’s snatch. She seems kind of uptight to me. Let’s see if she can lick cunt like she means it.”
Julianna thought of Sandy and her sweet, shuddering sighs when Julianna had been forced to lick her to orgasm. While she’d almost enjoyed the sensual power of being able to give Sandy that bit of pleasure amidst the terror of their daily lives, she had a horrible feeling licking Veronica would be quite a different experience.
Veronica was hostile, pitting herself against the other girls in a bid for survival. While Julianna understood the girl’s motives, and appreciated the fear that drove her, she also had the awful feeling Veronica almost enjoyed it when she got the chance to get a leg up at the expense of another girl. Instead of standing together, fighting in subtle, secret ways for each other, as Sandy had done, as Alma had done, as Julianna herself had done, Veronica seemed only out for herself, ready, even eager, to sacrifice someone else to spare herself pain or make herself look better.
Julianna’s thoughts shifted abruptly as she stared at the huge rubber cock attached to the end of the piston on the fucking machine. There was no way that thing would fit inside her, she thought fearfully, as the two men pushed and jerked her down to the ground. Jason lowered the leather sling to the floor behind her and forced Julianna to lie back on it. It wrapped around her waist like a wide, thick belt.
The two long chains dangled from the ceiling in front of her, cuffs at the ready. Jason lifted her legs one at a time and locked each ankle into a cuff. Moving toward the wall, he turned the wheel on the pulley mechanism attached to the chains. As the chains drew taut, the lower half of Julianna’s body was hoisted into the air by her ankles. He raised the chain that held the leather sling, lifting her body higher, until only her head and the tops of her shoulders were touching the ground. Jason returned and knelt beside her, grabbing her wrists and cuffing them with Velcro straps behind her back. The position was awkward and she swayed in the chains, fully exposed and helpless.
“Jason, sir,” she pleaded. “Don’t let him hurt me.” Oddly, she found herself wishing Anders was there. He wouldn’t let any harm come to her. But he wasn’t there. No one was there who could help her. She was all alone. Even Veronica was the enemy.
Jason grimaced down at her, his eyes glinting. “You’ll take what you’re given, thirty-eight, and like it.”
Julianna tensed as the head of the soft rubber cock made contact with her spread pussy. It was cold and gooey with lubricant as it was eased into her. She jerked in her restraints as she heard the machine’s engine whir to life. The phallus pushed into her slowly but inexorably. It was significantly larger than a real man’s cock, but at least the soft rubber was yielding.
She couldn’t help the small grunt as the shaft filled her. The engine pitch increased and so too did the tempo of the piston.
“Squat on her face, thirty-three. Stick out that pretty ass so the gentleman has a good view.” Veronica straddled Julianna’s face, her knees on the floor on either side of Julianna’s head. She pressed her pussy lips against Julianna’s mouth.
“Lick that cunt like you mean it, thirty-eight.” Jason’s voice suddenly close to her ear startled Julianna. “Make her come or I’ll make you wish you had never been born.”
I already wish that, Julianna thought miserably. Angrily she shook the thought away. They had taken her body and her freedom—they would not crush her spirit. Still, hoping to avoid whatever horrible punishment he no doubt had in mind, she began to lick and suck at Veronica’s pussy, trying to find the hooded clit with her tongue. She didn’t taste sweet like Sandy had, but Julianna forced herself to focus on the task of arousing the woman she’d been ordered to pleasure.
The huge cock filling her forced a grunt from her with each thrust. Veronica was moving over her, grinding her pussy against Julianna’s mouth as the cock inside her moved in and out. The piston’s speed was increased, the cock pushing deep, in and out, in and out, pulling a moan from her despite the terrifying circumstances.
She realized she was panting against Veronica’s pussy, her body edging toward an orgasm she couldn’t control and didn’t want. Veronica moved spastically over her and Julianna held her tongue stiff, allowing the other woman to basically masturbate herself against it. She knew they wanted her to come, and they wanted her to make Veronica come. While she couldn’t stop either thing from happening, neither did she urge her body, or Veronica, on in any way she could help. They were taking this from her—she would not give it. She would not cooperate with the enemy, even if her silent, ineffectual protest went unobserved.
Veronica began to cry out in breathy, sweet moans and Julianna heard her own unladylike grunts as the huge cock pummeled her toward orgasm. All at once the climax moved over her, gripping her with fierce intensity as she shuddered and groaned between Veronica’s suffocating thighs.
“Boy howdy!” the Texan cried enthusiastically. “I do believe we got us a tie!”
The thrusting piston was finally turned off, the huge cock withdrawn from her gaping sex. Julianna sagged heavily against the sling, trying to breathe through Veronica’s musk. Finally Veronica was pulled away from her, leaving her face smeared with the girl’s juices and her own saliva. She lay passive and dizzy, wishing only to be left alone.
No such luck. The moment her ankles were released from their chains she was hauled to her feet. Veronica, she saw, had also been pulled upright. They stood again side by side, considerably more disheveled than they’d been, both with their hair tousled. One of Veronica’s stockings had fallen to her ankle. Both Julianna’s stockings had been torn by the cuffs, she saw.
Blake moved in front of them, his hat tipped down so Julianna couldn’t see his eyes. He pushed the hat back and leaned in close. “I like these girls, Jason. I like ‘em both. But this present is for my wife. She told me to find a girl who ain’t afraid to use a whip, you follow me? I need a girl who can give as good as she got, if she’s going to be Melanie’s whip hand.”
He stepped back, continuing to eye the two women. Jason appeared beside him, a riding crop in his hand. He turned to the Texan. “Here’s an idea. We’ll have us a little wrestling match. Both these girls are strong and fit. I do enjoy watching a cat fight, don’t you? First girl to pin the other gets to use this,” he held up the crop, “on the other girl. We’ll put the unlucky loser on the cross and the winner can go at her. Sound like a plan?”
Julianna cast a horrified look at Veronica, but she was watching the men, her mouth pursed in a coquettish smile. She gave an expert toss of her beautiful hair and thrust her breasts forward. While Julianna found herself hating the girl, she couldn’t help but admire her acting ability. It had to be an act, surely? She couldn’t actually be enjoying what was happening to them.
“So
unds like a bee-yu-ti-ful plan,” Blake drawled. “Let the games begin.”
Jason released Julianna’s cuffs and stepped back. Before Julianna realized what was happening, Veronica had leaped for her, grabbing her hair and jerking her downwards to her knees. Julianna cried out, pulling at the girl’s hands with her own, tugging Veronica down as well. Veronica let go of her hair and backhanded Julianna hard across the face. Julianna fell back, stunned and furious. She kicked out, trying to keep Veronica from moving any closer to her. Veronica was fighting hard, her dark eyes blazing.
Julianna had imagined some kind of fake struggle between them as they wrestled around the floor. She hadn’t expected the sudden, vicious attack. Veronica fell on top of her, pushing Julianna’s head back so it knocked against the floor, the pain cracking through her skull. Julianna struggled beneath her, kicking her legs in an effort to push the girl from her. Veronica was several inches taller and had the advantage with her position from above. She began to slap Julianna in the face, over and over. Julianna tried to roll from beneath her and nearly succeeded, but Veronica was too strong for her.
The men were hooting and whistling, enjoying the show while Julianna panted and twisted beneath Veronica, trying desperately to get the upper hand. Veronica moved forward, pinning Julianna’s arms to the ground with sharp knees. She slapped Julianna again, so hard it made her ears ring. Tears streamed from her eyes and rage seethed in her gut.
“I’d say we have us a pretty clear winner,” the Texan said. Veronica looked up at him with a saccharin smile. In that moment, Julianna twisted sharply beneath her, throwing her off-balance so she landed with an ungraceful thud on the floor. Julianna rolled toward Veronica, grabbing a fistful of her thick, dark hair and yanking Veronica’s head back. As the girl fell back with a cry, Julianna scrambled upright and straddled her, pinning her shoulders to the floor with her knees. She drew her hand back, fisting it, ready to strike, a red film of rage clouding her vision and her thoughts.
She could almost hear the crunch of cartilage and bone, but before her fist made contact, she was roughly hauled up and jerked to her feet. She was breathing hard, adrenaline pumping like liquid fire in her veins. She twisted and flailed, trying to get away from the men, her focus still on getting back at the woman lying at her feet.
The men were laughing as they held her. Veronica was cowering, covering her head with her hands. “You got you two little hellcats, Jason,” she heard the Texan drawl. The men laughed some more.
All at once the fight went out of Julianna, and she slumped against Jason, who held her upper arms tight with his large, strong hands. This was all wrong. She was directing her rage at the poor, stupid girl lying on the floor instead these two vicious thugs who had reduced her to something almost less than human.
“I gotta say, I’m leanin’ toward the brunette,” the Texan drawled. “My wife likes her meat a little darker, if you get my drift.” As he guffawed, Julianna was never so glad to be fair-skinned in her life. “Let’s see how she does with a crop,” he added.
The two men hauled Julianna to her feet and forced her over the X-shaped cross. She had lost her shoes during the scuffle but they didn’t seem to notice or care. Her breasts were completely out of the demi-cups that had held them and both stockings had fallen to her ankles. As they pressed her up against the cross, Jason bent down and pulled off the stockings, leaving her barefoot. They secured her wrists and ankles to the wooden cross, wedging her head into the V of the top half of the X.
She could hear the clatter of Veronica’s high heels behind her. “Go on, darlin’,” the Texan drawled. “You make good on this and my wife has got herself a new toy. We treat our girls real good. You play your cards right, you’ll have your own personal slave girl. I bet you’d like that, wouldn’t you, honey?”
“Yes, sir,” Veronica breathed, her saccharine sweet voice curdling Julianna’s stomach.
The first stroke of the crop landed right on the still-healing wound Stephen had inflicted on Julianna’s left ass cheek. Despite a self-made promise to be silent, Julianna screamed. She twisted back to see Jason taking hold of Veronica’s wrist. “Watch it, thirty-three. That’s my merchandise you got there.”
The slapping rectangle of stinging leather was focused elsewhere, covering Julianna’s back, ass and thighs until her skin was flaming and Julianna found herself whimpering and begging, “Stop! Please stop! Please!”
“Mistress,” Veronica said sharply. “Call me Mistress.”
Julianna pressed her lips together, hating Veronica fully as much as she hated Jason and the Texan. Veronica struck her again, raining blows over her back and thighs. “Say it!” Veronica began to smack her inner thighs and then struck her pussy, a sudden, vicious blow that made Julianna gasp with pain.
“Mistress,” she cried, giving in. “Please stop, Mistress. Please.”
Mercifully, the beating stopped. It had been as brutal and relentless as any she’d received on the island, save for Stephen’s caning on the beach. She waited to feel her hands and ankles released, but nothing happened. She heard the murmuring of the men and the clatter of heels and boots over the stone floor and then the sound of a door shutting. When she could catch her breath, she managed to pull her head from the V of the cross. She twisted her head around to get a view of the empty room.
Were they just going to leave her here? In his eagerness to close the sale, had Jason forgotten about her? She waited, listening hard but she could hear nothing through the door. Her fingers felt cold and her skin burned from the thorough cropping. She was thirsty and achy and longing to be released, even if it was only to be led back to her cell.
After some minutes, she finally dared, “Hello? Is there someone there? Can I please be let down?” There was nothing but silence. She closed her eyes, willing the panic rising in her gut to still. Someone would notice she was missing, surely. When they did lights out, they would realize she was unaccounted for.
Was she glad Veronica had “won” and thus been sold to the peculiar Texan and his horrid wife? There was still the Kuwaiti man, waiting in the wings to add her to his harem. Would the Texan have been a better choice?
No. It was better like this. At least she would remain on the island a while longer, which meant she still had a chance to escape. She refused to admit she still had no idea how she could get away. She would not give up hope. She would remain vigilant and alert for the slightest opportunity.
Her ears perked sharply at the sound of a doorknob turning. She twisted her head again as it opened, her heart thumping, afraid Stephen had come to punish her for the Texan’s choice.
Instead, she saw the handsome face of Anders poking around the door. “Julianna, my poor angel!” he cried, rushing toward her.
Julianna was stunned to realize she was glad to see him. Tears of gratitude pricked her eyes. She blinked them away.
Chapter 13
Though he cuffed her wrists behind her and attached a leash to her collar, when Anders led her from the building to the slave quarters, he kept his arm around her shoulders, pulling her close as they walked. He’d unhooked the uncomfortable and now completely askew and torn bustier, dropping it on the floor and giving it a little kick of disdain.
“Jason called for Jorge but I wanted to come get you myself.” He ran his hand over her back and bottom, pursing his lips though he said nothing more. He looked model-handsome as always, his thick golden hair set off by a deep blue silk T-shirt that hugged his broad shoulders and strong, masculine chest.
Julianna wasn’t used to being out this late. The night sky was studded with a million twinkling stars against the black velvet and the sound of the ocean was soothing as tiny waves lapped gently at the shore. It seemed as if they were the only two people on the island. For a moment she had a wild thought of elbowing Anders hard in the gut, then kneeing him with all her might in the groin. She would head out into the cold dark sea, taking her chances in a desperate bid for freedom. But, cuffed as she was, she knew s
he didn’t stand a chance.
Anders pulled her closer as they walked, nuzzling the top of her head with his chin. He let her go only when they reached the side door of the quarters. She expected to be placed in one of the empty cells, but Anders led her instead to the training room he used for their daily sessions.
Putting a finger to his lips, he had her stop just inside the door of the room. Moving toward the far wall, he pressed a switch mounted there and then glanced up at the black globe in the ceiling where the camera and microphone were housed. Julianna followed his gaze and saw that the ubiquitous red light at its base was no longer glowing.
Anders removed Julianna’s leash and wrist cuffs. He moved toward the bed and sat, pointing at the floor in front of him. “Kneel up as I’ve taught you.” Very curious as to why he’d turned off the camera, Julianna knelt with her bottom resting on her heels, spreading her knees wide, lifting her chin and thrusting out her breasts. Her forearms rested, with palms facing upward, on her thighs. She looked straight ahead, focused on the blue silk of his shirt, willing her face into a neutral, vacant expression.
She could feel his eyes moving over her, lingering on her breasts. In spite of herself, she could feel her nipples hardening beneath his gaze. She could almost feel the bite of the clover clamps he sometimes used. Each time he clamped them, he would make her come, stroking her with a relentless, perfect touch with one hand, while tugging at the clamps to make them tighten with the other, blending and fusing the pleasure and the pain, not stopping until she’d come again, and again, and again…
He leaned forward and tucked a strand of her hair behind her ear, the gesture almost tender. She kept her eyes on his chest, waiting and wondering what was going on.
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