by Paul Blades
Khalid, smiling, said to Jake, "Watch this." He swung the whip back and stepping closer to the girl hurled the whip end at her. It circled around her torso and struck her buttocks. She leapt in the air as the blow registered in her brain. "Ohhhhh!" she cried out, tears pouring down her face. Her eyes were red from crying, and her mouth was downturned in a dismal frown. As Khalid raised the whip one more time, she tried to shie away from him, stretching her arms to their limit, pulling the chain taut away from her tormentor. The greasy slavemaster threw the whip one last time and it cracked directly between the young woman's legs. "Ohhhhhhhhh! Nooooooo! Please stop, please!" she called out, mournfully frantic.
Khalid rested the whip at his side and the gag was restored to the moaning girl's mouth. She sagged in her chain, obviously relieved that he torment was over. In actuality, it had just begun. But her whipping was over, for today.
Turning to the cowering line of bound females, Khalid pointed the handle of the whip down the line and back up. He stopped it at the face of a shapely red headed girl. She was tall and thin and had small pointed breasts. Her well formed legs were long and there was an abundant reddish thatch between her thighs. Her arms were bound behind her. She whined as she saw Khalid select her. Khalid's man ran behind her and released her gag. She started to plead with the dark, flabby man, but he grabbed her cheeks and squeezed them tight. "No talking allowed, whore!" he boomed at her. She nodded, desperate not to trigger his wrath. He spoke to her politely. "Please get down on your knees and suck my cock, whore."
Obviously frantic the woman descended to her knees. A crowd of swarthy men had gathered around the young women. Sergi stood by Jake's side appraising his reactions. He still had his doubts about the American and his basket of goodies.
Khalid withdrew his fat prick from his pants and presented it to the young red head. Grimacing, she took it into her mouth and began to ministrate to it with her lips and tongue. Jake watched her work almost eagerly to please the fat man. This girl had been in his custody eighteen hours ago. Seventy two hours ago she was locked in some basement or closet, or in some underground pit, awaiting an unknown fate. Forty eight hours before that, more or less, she had been a free woman, for whom all was still possible. Her prospects for self fulfillment had diminished appreciably since then. He felt a tinge of sorrow for the girl. But then, he thought, what was she to him. He had a job to do and she was a sacrifice towards its completion.
Khalid's eyes rolled back as the girl continued to work on his tool. The other girls stared straight ahead, apparently afraid that if they watched the torment of their companion too closely, it would rub off on them. Suddenly Khalid let out a loud growl. He grabbed the head of the girl at his feet and pushed it down hard on his cock. She struggled as the fat prick descended down her throat. Khalid held her head there for a good minute as he waited for his cock to wind down its ejaculations. When he was satisfied he was done, he pulled his meat from her lips.
At a signal, his men stepped up to the other women and removed their gags. There were unceremoniously pushed to their knees. The men lined up before them, two or three to a girl and awaited their turn for oral copulation. The young women whined and cried as their mouths were pried open, but they all quickly fell to their tasks without strenuous objection.
Tucking his cock back into its home, Khalid smiled at Jake. "You send me good cunt, Mr. Wilson. I'm very grateful. Tomorrow I'm due a load of Spaniards. Very hot!"
"I'm sure, Mr. Khalid," Jake said. "But if you show me to my room, I'd like to take a shower and freshen up a bit. It was a long flight."
"Certainly, Mr. Wilson. Here," he said, pointing to the blond girl who had just been whipped, "take her with you with my complements. I'm sure she'll do anything you ask." He laughed heartily.
Khalid's servant handed Jake a leash with the blond girl's collar connected to it. "Achmed will show you to your room. Have fun!" Khalid told him. Jake heard Khalid issue an order to the factotum in the local Slavic dialect. Achmed led Jake up a set of stairs and halfway around the courtyard. A door led to a hallway with a series of doors. Achmed opened one and admitted Jake and his companion. He put Jake's bags down on the floor, nodded with a lugubrious smile on his face and left.
The bedroom consisted of a large king sized bed, a table with some straight backed chairs and a cabinet on the far wall. The room had a luxurious bathroom with a sunken tub with an overhead shower. There was a large mirror along one wall of the bathroom and on the ceiling of the bedroom. There were rings on the head and footboards, presumably for tying off the hands and feet of slave girls.
Jake turned to the blond that he had towed along with him. She stood about shoulder height to him and he was only 5'7". Her hair was long and straight, wheat colored. She wore a fine tan and a tiny triangle on each breast was alabaster white, with light pink nipples. Her bush was bikini trimmed, with a little tuft above the pale white skin of her sex and narrow slivers of white going over her hips. The girl was crying silently, but steadily. The whip had made deep maroon bruises on her breasts and her lower belly.
Not knowing what else to do with the girl, he ordered her up on the bed. "Kneel there until I want you," he told her. He tied off her leash to a ring in the center of the headboard. He didn't think she would run, but you never knew. It wasn't the way he wanted to start things off, having a slave girl book on him.
The girl's body was bent over as she had to lower her head to accommodate the leash tied to the ring. Her hands were tied behind her and she wore a thick, leather collar. She had scrunched her legs under her and Jake could see the soles of her feet sitting under her tight, pert rear globes. He removed his clothes and stepped into the bathroom.
The heat of the shower water was soothing to him. After soaping and rinsing his hair and body, he stood there, mesmerized by it. He started thinking about the glorious body of the young American blond woman kneeling on his bed. Although she was slender and small, her breasts were round and full. He thought of how they quivered as she stood there crying in front of him. He imagined sucking on the pale nipples, cupping the half melon sized breasts with his hands. He loved her golden tanned body. He bet that she was a real beach girl, probably from Florida or the Gulf Coast. Maybe even New Jersey, although it was still a little early for a decent tan in the Northeast.
Jake's cock began to stiffen and he instinctively ran his hand down its rubbery length. It had been a while since he had gotten his dick wet, not since Chicago, at least a month ago. His mind recalled the tall coffee-colored whore, Jackie, and her skilled and playful mouth. His cock had grown rampant from his handling of it and he felt a little thrill as his hand ran across the tender skin surrounding its helmet. He was tempted to pull it to completion, but that would be foolish with a pretty, servile, young lass kneeling on his bed awaiting his instructions. She had said that she would do anything. And it wasn't as if she wasn't going to be raped twenty or thirty times before the week was out, and by men much less kindly than him.
He turned off the water and stepped out of the shower. He ran the heavy, thick and plush bath towel over his body and hair. When he was dry, he stepped back into the bedroom. The girl was still kneeling hunchbacked on the bed where he had left her. She must not have heard him come in because when he grabbed his pack of Luckies from the dresser where he had tossed it, and lit one up, she gave a little jump of surprise. He took a deep drag off of the softly packed cigarette and let out a plume of blue gray smoke. It drifted across the room and beclouded the form of the kneeling young woman.
Jake decided that he needed a drink. He opened the cabinet on the wall and, in addition to numerous selections of alcoholic beverages, there was mounted on the inside of the doors a variety of instruments of torment. There were whips, of course, but also nipple clamps, long, narrow needles, leather handcuffs, a ring gag and a small Taser like gun which plugged into the wall and had several long leads with clamps on the end. He looked back at the obedient young girl whose sniffles he could still discern
. These were all in her future, he realized. She had been reduced to a commodity, an instrument of pleasure. And if some people's idea of pleasure was causing a defenseless young woman physical agony, then she would suffer it.
He grabbed a bottle of scotch and poured himself three fingers. He sat in a leather padded chair across from the foot of the bed. The girl's fine ass confronted him and he could see the very tail end of her slit peaking out at the bottom of its graceful curves. His cock had grown hard again, and he sat in the chair naked, one hand holding three ounces of 24 year old scotch and the other almost absent mindedly caressing his stiff rod.
"There are probably bugs in this room," he thought to himself. "Maybe even a camera." How would it look if the hard core slaver that he pretended to be neglected to tear off a piece of the pretty pussy sitting on his bed and only awaiting his command to spread her legs or open her mouth? That was, if not the deciding factor, at least the one he would use to justify what he did next.
Jake shot back most of the scotch in his glass. The dark amber colored liquor burned as it went down. He put the glass aside, put out his cigarette and stood up. The girl must have heard him stir because she emitted a low moan. A moan of fear. Jake climbed on the bed and positioned himself behind the girl. He loosened the leash form her collar, reaching around her body with his hands. Doing so, his chest pressed against her back and her bound hands. His stiff cock nestled in the valley between her pale white, rear cheeks. The girl gave a little whine as she felt his body's heat against hers. What she had prayed and feared would not happen, but certainly knew would, was beginning.
Wordlessly, Jake pulled on the girl's tanned shoulders and had her raise her torso so that she was sitting on her haunches. He ran his hands over her soft, firm breasts, breathing in the aroma of her long, blond hair. When kneeling, her head came up just under his chin. His widespread thighs encompassed hers as he knelt behind her, drawing her in to his zone of control. He worried the girl's dainty nipples until they became stiff. As he caressed her breasts, massaging them slowly and gently with his hands, the girl gave a great sigh. It was a sigh of despair and of developing passion.
Jake's cock ached with need. But he was determined to wait until the girl had reached a peak of sexual excitement before entering her. While continuing to massage her breasts with one hand, he ran his other over her taut belly and down over her thighs. She had her knees pressed closely together as if she could bar his way to her private place. Jake ran his hands over her slender hips, up along her sides and under her breasts. Grabbing them lightly, but securely, he pushed them upwards, causing the girl to raise to her height, He grabbed the stiff nipples and pulled on them, extending her breasts, and then pinching them firmly, just enough to send an electrified sensation of discomfort to the girl's mind. The girl moaned with pleasure. In spite of herself, she was succumbing to Jake's campaign. He dropped his hands and pressed them inside of her tightly joined thighs and began to pull them apart. The girl resisted slightly, but then gave in to the strong pressure of Jake's hands.
Placing one arm around the girl's torso, holding her body closely pinned to his, Jake searched for the girl's tender slit with the other. His long fingers found it, and began to rub gently at the little nub at the apex, causing the girl to cry and moan at the same time. He felt her body loosen, as it gave in to the pleasurable waves that flowed through it. As he probed her moist sheath, the girl unconsciously spread her legs wider to ease his access. Jake held her neck in thrall with his vice-like left hand, arching her body back, while his right one plundered her steaming crevasse.
The girl's breaths were growing deeper and deeper. She was no longer crying, but had given in to the physical pleasure that Jake had imposed on her. When she moaned and began to gently thrust her hips at his hand, Jake pushed her torso forward, bending her back, until her forehead was in contact with the bed. He reached his hands under her from behind and raised her back side until her widespread and engorged lips were poised to receive him. He slowly and gently probed the opening with his cock. The girl, realizing in spite of her passion that the moment that she had feared had come, uttered a low, soulful, "Noooooo!" Her irresolute protest was cut off when Jake glided his hot tube of meat deep into her welcoming canal.
Jake luxuriated in the tight heat of her passage. His balls were tight and sore. Slowly, deliberately, he stroked his cock inside her, reigniting her feeble entreaties. "Oh, please, no, please, please," she murmured as her hips sought to match Jake's rhythm. "Oh,…oh,…oh,...please, oh, no, please don't," she moaned as her heat built. Jake felt himself ready to explode, but he was holding his orgasm back until the girl had reached her crisis. Suddenly "Oh!" she exclaimed loudly and her hips began to rock and her hot tunnel clamp down hard on Jake's prick. "Ohhhhh!" she cried out as she came, her hands behind her clenched tightly together, her head buried between her knees.
The two lustful beings slammed against each other as their bodies convulsed with pulses of exquisite pleasure. Jake could feel his balls empty as he shot his load inside the slave girl's womb. He groaned as he felt his cock give its last throb. He was leaning on the girl's back. His hands had grabbed her shoulders when he began to come and he softened his grip. He could feel the girl's contractions on his cock as they began to fade. Jake ran his hands over her back and the outside of her thighs, consuming the tactile sensation of her soft flesh. He pulled back and his flaccid meat slid out of the girl's sex, slimy with their commingled juices.
The girl was crying again. Jake slapped her sharply on her buttocks. "Turn around," he ordered. Slowly, the girl rotated her body on the bed. Her eyes were red and tears flowed down her cheeks. Jake grabbed her hair behind her head and pushed her head down. He was annoyed at her bawling, and probably driven by guilt for his rape of the beautiful, innocent girl.
"Clean off my cock!" he ordered her in a stern, demanding voice. The girl obediently sucked in his tool and drove her lips down its length. The moist warmth of her mouth thrilled him and sent a shiver of pleasure through him. His prick began to stiffen right away. He had intended only to remove the girl's viscous discharge from his meat, but the heat of her mouth and the tightness of her lips had reignited his lust.
The girl whined as his cock hardened in her mouth. He began to rock his hips at her, running his cock over her lips and tongue. He had hold of her hair and used his grip to force her head into the desired rhythm. He felt a sudden rush at the freedom that he had to use this girl's body without regard for her feelings or pleasure. The girl gasped and coughed as he jammed his cock against the entrance of her throat. As he withdrew, he felt her tongue slide along his shaft, her lips drag across its skin as the girl tried to accelerate his orgasm. He pumped into her mouth again and again as his lust rose. And then, as he gave a deep, throaty growl, his cock exploded again, shooting his creamy ejaculation into the girl's helpless mouth.
Jake bent over, letting his softening prick lie in the girl's mouth. He felt her urge her head forward as it shrank, doubtless fearful to release it. So this is what it is like," he mused as he pushed the girl back and withdrew his limp dick from between her lips. "Now I understand."
He ordered the girl to stand in the corner while he dressed. When he had donned fresh clothes, he opened the cabinet and pulled out a leather gag, mush like the ones the other girls had been wearing when he arrived. He called the girl over and presented it to her mouth. She grimaced and shrank from him.
"P,please, sir, may I use the bathroom," she asked in a tiny fearful voice. Jake nodded and led her into the bathroom. He watched as she sat on the toilet and emptied her bladder. He made her lean over and spread her legs so that he could wipe her. His hand lingered on her bearded cunt. He squeezed the labial lips lightly. He wondered how many men would pierce these lips in the next year of this young girl's life. He had been the first to enter her without her consent. And he had loved every minute of it. "What does that make me?" he asked himself. Then he shook himself. Philosophy was for the philosophers, he
thought. He was a man of action and had no time for doubts or indecision. He was a slaver and he would do what a slaver would do.
Jake ordered the young girl to stand up and he pushed the gag into her mouth and locked it behind her head. A pair of pretty, anxious eyes peered above the leather shield that hid the lower portion of her face. Jake retrieved the leash from the ring on the bed and hooked it to the naked young girl's collar. He opened the door and led her into the hallway and then out onto the veranda that ran around the courtyard. Achmed was waiting there for him, smiling his lecherous smile. Jake handed the girl's leash to him and watched him lead the naked slave girl down the stairs. The girl looked up at him with her frightened eyes. "I never even asked her her name," Jake thought.
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After concluding his mistreatment of the ponygirl he had named Lightning, Drabik and Anya had left the tack room. Anya was in a hurry to get Drabik into a bed and harvest the remnants of his passion. Ivan and Evan were in no hurry to leave and took their turns plowing Maddy's available, soggy sex. They left her there in the fading light.
Maddy spent the evening lying on her back, her legs spread in the lonely dark of the tack room. Although she had often spent long nights in darkness in the barn, at least there she could hear the sounds of the other ponies shifting about or the watchman on his rounds. Here there was just dead silence and it gave her much time for thought.
She was sure that her trainer's abuse of her had just begun in earnest. She had detected a look of hatred in his eyes, although she could not fathom what she had done to earn it. She shivered as she considered it. Cold, impersonal lust was one thing, but fierce, hot, malevolent anger was another. She was sure that she could expect a steady stream of painful and humiliating abuse from her trainer. That devil woman had unleashed some demon in him. And from her exuberant enjoyment of her torment, Maddy knew that she could expect one day to be at that shewolf's mercy.
