by Mark Andrews
The two of them were brought in to the PR by their trainers and placed under the dangling rope and then made to stand up on the brick each of which had been laid down on its side on the deck.
Sun, grinning broadly now, moved to the black girl and, taking the end of the rope with the two clips, snapped them over the rings in her tits. The girl’s trainer then cuffed her hands behind her back. The Korean then moved to the other girl and snapped the manacles on the other end of the rope over her wrists.
At this stage, the rope was fairly loose, although Michelle’s hands were up near her face. One of the trainers moved over to the wall switch that controlled the winch and at Mr Sun’s nod, operated the “up” button. The winch now dragged the pulley over which the rope ran, up towards the deck-head, raising Michelle’s hands up and also dragging up on Shamba’s breasts. He continued to hold the button until both girls were up on their tip-toes, Michelle’s arms up vertically above her head and Shamba’s curvaceous breasts pulled painfully upwards also.
The bricks were situated quite close together and so the two girls’ bodies were just about touching. They were moaning now, the one from the stretched position of her whole body; the other from the awful drag on her udders.
But that was only the beginning. Mr Sun now armed himself with a leather paddle. Of course we provided all manner of instruments of correction at various locations on the walls of the PR and the leather paddle was a favourite. Unlike the whip or cane or tawse, it could be used very extensively. A hundred strokes would hurt a girl horribly but not damage her and so many men chose it for that reason.
As the two girls stood on their respective bricks and squirmed in their pain, he prowled around them, slapping the paddle into the palm of his left hand and eyeing their beautiful bodies lasciviously. By now, half the seats in the room were full and more men were arriving to watch Mr Sun torture the two girls.
He began with Shamba, aiming the business part of the paddle at the crown of her shapely buttocks. She screamed of course and her gyrations in response to the pain of the blow put even more pressure on her nipples and breasts, and on Michelle’s arms, dragging them even higher so one foot actually lost its place on the brick. She too screamed and struggled and now Shamba lost both feet and for a moment, actually dangled by her tits.
She soon found her footing though and now realised that she must keep still, or at least almost still, unless she wanted to lose her tits entirely for there is no way those rings through her nipples could support her whole weight for long.
Sun resumed his prowl around them and now Michelle was expectant. They both thought she would be the next to be attacked but she was wrong. The second blow to Shamba’s nether cheeks was even harder and her scream more strident but at least she kept her footing on the brick.
The two girls’ tits were touching now. The closer they got to each other, the more leeway they had with the rope but both girls were watching the Korean to the exclusion of all else. Armed with the paddle, he was the source of their pain and both girls now dreaded to be the next one to receive it.
Michelle received two blows in quick succession and her screams were quite delightful - at least to us males. So were her contortions as she struggled to stay relatively still and so ease that part of the pain to her arms and shoulders - and to Shamba’s breasts.
Sun continued in this vein for ten minutes or so but then he returned to the wall rack and replaced the paddle in its slot, now selecting a medium sized, very flexible cane then returned to stand beside the two girls.
“Both girls will raise left legs out - sideways. If not, we raise the pulley until you are both hanging free of brick...”
They stared at him in horror. His intention was patently obvious but the very idea of hanging by their hands and tits was unthinkable and so both girls, tentatively at first, moved her left leg out from her body, opening her nether orifice to our view. When they were opened to about a 45° angle, they stopped, looking hopefully at their tormentor. But it wasn’t enough for Mr Sun.
“More!” he demanded. “Much more. I want legs horizontal...”
“Oh God,” breathed Michelle and Shamba made some comment in her own language. It was probably a similar expletive, but both girls now strained their thighs, raising their legs higher and higher while Sun stood beside them, watching their anguish with great satisfaction.
When Shamba’s thigh was quite level, he moved around behind her - and then lashed upwards, between her legs, the cane making a very satisfying ‘thunk’ sound as it landed on her vagina, perineum and anus.
Her scream was wonderful. Long drawn out, shrill and moving up and down the scale in a cry of utter anguish. Of course she lost her footing once more and dangled free for a second or so while her feet scrambled to find the brick once more. Her leg had dropped down as soon as the cane had struck the so sensitive target and he didn’t make her raise it again. Not then, but he did signal to Michelle to get her leg up high again for hers too had dropped down as Shamba had been caned.
Michelle was sobbing now. It was in fear, not pain but that would soon change. Sun was a master of suspense though. He kept the girl waiting for long minutes, her thigh muscles visibly quivering with the strain of holding her leg up high and all her other muscles shaking in fear. The gluteal muscles in her buttocks were quivering like jelly and he reached out and touched the right one - at which she screamed, thinking it was the cane. He laughed - as did his audience and tapped the under side of her left thigh.
“Up!” he demanded. “Much higher...”
“Oh God,” she said. “I can’t. I just can’t...”
Mr Sun’s face set hard and he moved behind her, positioning the cane down between her legs so its tip poked out in front where she could see it.
“One stroke for every second you delay,” he said.
That moved her. Up went the leg although it was clearly a terrible strain for her. Then he dropped the cane - and then lashed it up, equally as hard as with Shamba, a few minutes earlier.
Now it was the English girl’s turn to scream and dance about - dragging down on the rope and causing the Sudanese girl even more pain as her tits were yanked upwards.
Sun strolled back to the wall and replaced the cane, now standing there examining each of the instruments in the rack, as if undecided which one to use next.
Michelle could see him easily but Shamba’s line of sight was difficult since she was nearly back on to that wall. The two girls were very close now, Michelle’s breasts now rubbing against the upwards-pointing black girl’s. Their vaginas were also touching and I thought I noticed Shamba rubbing hers against Michelle’s a little. I wondered if perhaps she was a pain-freak like my Allison... getting off on the pain and the presence of the lovely Michelle’s naked body so close to hers.
Michelle’s face was therefore Shamba’s only indication of what was afoot and it now registered horror. Mr Sun had now picked up a snake, the heavy, semi-flexible whip that Mr Kimotsu had used on Juma. Of all the instruments we supplied, this one was the most feared - I think as much for its appearance as the pain it invoked in them, for it certainly looked fearsome: black, supple and oily, tapering from a thick, rigid handle to the lash at the very tip, it was the quintessential weapon in the whipmaster’s arsenal.
He was drawing its lash lovingly through his left hand and grinning - leering, actually, as he returned to the two dangling girls and now resumed his obscene prowl around them while they stared down at the horrible monster in his hand.
It was aptly named. Snake! It looked for all the world like a black snake and its oily, fluid motion made it even more snake-like in appearance.
He raised it and then snapped it through the air. The report as it snapped was like a rifle shot and both girls screamed, almost in unison, as the implication sank in to their brains. That crack was shortly going to be applied to the soft fles
h of their bodies!
But, as I say, he was a master of suspense and he kept them dangling there in terror for long minutes while he prowled slowly around them, feinting now and then and eliciting a new scream of terror from one or the other of them as she thought she was going to be first.
It was Michelle, actually, and for a second or two, she didn’t even realise she had been whipped but then, as the burning, searing pain of the lash bit into her buttocks, she screamed anew, struggling up on her brick to remain as still as she could while Shamba watched her in horror. There was no rubbing against tits and vulva now. Both girls were utterly terrified of the short, muscular Korean who was inflicting such horrors upon their bodies.
But then Shamba got hers and, suspended by her tits, she was in even more constraint to remain as still as she could. It was impossible of course and once more, she lost her footing and dangled free for a few seconds until she found her feet on the brick again.
Mr Sun was also a master of variety. A few strokes of the paddle; a single stroke of the cane up between their legs; and now a single stroke of the snake to their buttocks. What would be next, we all wondered.
It was a prodder. But one that Shaun had modified to give a nasty little shock down at a slavegirl’s vulva. You will recall each of them was ringed in her nose, her tits and both lips of her vulva? Well, this modified prodder had two terminals that were exactly the right distance apart to just touch those nether rings.
He gestured to Shamba to turn her body towards him and then thumbed the switch on the prodder while she stared down at its tip in terror. They all knew the effects of the various items down in the PR. Most of them had experienced them or at least seen them used on another girl during a training session and this gadget was no exception.
Shaun had modified the shock, too. It wasn’t nearly as vicious as a normal prodder which, after all, is designed to prod a beast: a steer or a bull or cow into movement. Nevertheless, it packed a wallop and when applied to the two rings at a girl’s vaginal opening, sent the charge between them.
Shamba didn’t refuse to offer her body for it though. She well knew such a refusal would have her trainer operate the winch that would drag them both up off the brick and her nipples would soon be torn open as they failed to support the weight of her body. The agony then would be worse than this but even worse would be the death I had promised them if any of them failed to obey me, a trainer or a master who was using their body.
Mr Sun grinned as he slowly, very slowly, lowered the machine down and then touched its two tines to her lower rings. There was a crackle and a spark or two and then Shamba erupted. There is no other way to describe her contortions. Once more her feet went flying - this time probably as a result of involuntary motor reflexes to the shocks and she dangled from her tits while her mouth opened and more screams of pain and anguish came forth. The rest of her body danced as well, its beautiful muscles rippling and cording as she tried to get free of the awful pain.
But Mr Sun was an expert. He held the tines against her vaginal rings for a good three or four seconds and when at last he removed them, she was all in. Her trainer moved forward and replaced her feet on the brick but she wasn’t even aware of him doing so. I think she might well have been close to unconsciousness and her trainer stayed near her, ready to support her body if she did lapse into that state.
Now Michelle looked down at the Korean man warily. She knew she too was about to suffer that appalling pain but she was terrified of it. He kept her in suspense for quite a few minutes longer though, aware of how the waiting is as bad (or worse) as the deed...
But then he ceased his slow movement around the pair of them and gestured to her to turn and face him.
“No! Please. No!”
But he merely beckoned with the crook of his finger and slowly, very slowly, she turned and faced him. He had now fitted alligator clips over the tines for he was going to use a variation on this girl. He now explained to her what was going to happen to her.
“You, slavegirl, are going to have to get the prodder off your body yourself. See how I clip it on to your rings. All you have to do is to shake your middle until the alligator clips let go. Just one will do the trick...”
He clipped it on as he spoke, slid the switch forward to the on position and then backed quickly away from her while she went into the same contortions as Shamba had, but now she had to gyrate her middle regions so as to shake the monster off her nether rings. It wasn’t that hard for the little clips were not all that strong, but it still took her a few seconds during which she too lost her footing and her body described fantastic positions, all of which were wonderful to us watchers.
But then it was all over and the other guests came up to Mr Sun, congratulating him on a wonderful show while the two girls’ trainers let them down and took them to the infirmary where William would check them over before sending them back to their other duties.
Chapter 6
I have just described some of the punishments inflicted on the slavegirls for the sadistic pleasure their pain gave our clients but of course they were also available at all times for sex as well. Sex was, after all, the abiding raison d’etre for our existence, even if each of the extraordinary wealthy clientele tempered that interest with a delight in seeing a girl tortured for no other reason than that he did enjoy it.
Accordingly, while each of the girls had their duties to perform: exercise, stewarding, cleaning the ship, laundry, etc, etc, any one of them could be pulled from such duty (the only exception being when she was tending another guest) to serve the man who had booked them.
Most wanted to spank or cane or otherwise chastise the girl before he actually fucked her and she had to play up to him during this painful period. Most of them were (or quickly became) star actors and could turn on their screams and waterworks at the drop of a hat, contorting their bodies into wonderfully alluring shapes and positions so as to enhance their master’s pleasure.
Juma was one of the favourites among the slaves. Her tall and so beautifully athletic body was one drawcard, but so was her consummate ability as an actress and also the fiery brand of sex she was so good at.
She had learned under the whip and cane and by judicious use of the prodder to forget her former existence and to project herself as a bubbly, vivacious young girl and above all, a sexpot of unparalleled capability.
To watch her enter one of the staterooms, smiling provocatively at her new master, thrusting out her magnificent breasts at him, wiggling her vaginal lips in open invitation and twitching her buttocks for the same reason, was to bring on an instant erection and in some cases, a quite involuntary ejaculation.
The master usually sat and stared up at her for a few minutes as she did a little dance for him, showing off her lithe muscles for his pleasure before kneeling before his chair so he might finger her body, but then, almost without exception, he patted his knees and she rose, her face now assuming a woebegone expression at the coming pain.
I had to laugh as I watched her face at these time (yes, we had hidden surveillance cameras in each of the staterooms - I didn’t want any of our guests getting too exuberant in their little tortures in their own rooms). Even though she wasn’t a confirmed masochist like my Allison, I knew she was well used to the hand-spanking or even the light caning that she might expect here. No, this expression was put on for show and it usually pleased her master very much.
She squirmed as she laid her naked body down over his knees and then wriggled around to give him even more pleasure. The slaps that then followed warmed her bottom up nicely. And then it was time for the sex.
Here, we had trained the girls to watch their master of the moment very carefully. Some of our guests knew exactly what they wanted and were quite definite in telling the girl what it was he wanted from her. In such cases, there was no problem. But there were other men who weren’t so sure given th
e expertise of my girls and here they had to make discreet suggestions, perhaps by assuming a position on his bed or offering herself in a particular pose.
Many men enjoyed taking a girl in all three of her bodily orifices: mouth and anus as well as vagina and each of the girls was well trained to give pleasure in all three - but none more than Juma and by now she genuinely enjoyed all three activities, especially if her master was handsome - as many of my clients were. I am not one to throw away an opportunity to make money but first and foremost, the Helot was a pleasure trip for me and the men I invited to become my clients on her were, for the most part, handsome, fit men in whose company I delighted and so the girls were favoured with rich, powerful and handsome men whose bodies were a pleasure for them to serve.
It was also a pleasure for me to sit in my private control room (off my stateroom and off limits to everyone except young Adam, my PA) and watch as one of my favourite clients used a girl. When he wasn’t otherwise engaged, Adam used to sit in there and cast around the various rooms, looking for something that I might enjoy and then sent me a discreet blip on my communicator. If I was free, I would hasten to my stateroom and sit and watch, often with Allison down between my knees, gently sucking me off as I stared at the huge screen on the wall in front of me. I had no secrets from Adam and he would sometimes stay and watch with me, perhaps kneading my neck and shoulders as I took vicarious pleasure in other men’s sexual exploits.
It was Ali (Sheikh Ali Bakr, my old friend) who had suggested the milking machine. “There are many men, Brian, who enjoy a girl’s milk. I do myself but I particularly like to watch them milked. One of my men developed a machine, adapted from your normal cow milking machine, that extracts all a girl’s milk. Of course it is a rather painful operation but then we also enjoy a girl’s pain so that is an added bonus...”
