A Friend in Need.
Chapter 11.
The Game Pie had gone down, without touching the sides, as they say and
now the dessert was passed around the table from a refrigerated compartment in
the tea-trolley.
With Celia, still spoon-feeding June, they all set-to and began eating
their ice-cream.
"Mmm!" Said George, with his mouth full. "This is nice,Ceel."
"Yes, I know." The Authoress agreed. "Not as tasty as the oysters though,
eh?"
All but the blonde, joined in the laughter.
"Mrs Bending certainly seemed to enjoy the two you girls flavoured for
her." Chuckled Bill. "I'd have thought she would have spat them out."
"If she had tried that, she would have gone to the stake, immediately."
Said his Wife, spooning ice-cream into June's sweet mouth. "You under stood
that, didn't you, Mrs Bending?"
Swallowing the dessert, the young woman nodded, meekly."
"Tell me, Ceel." Said Dolly, lifting her glass to her lips and taking
another mouth full of Champagne. "You told us some time ago, that it was at one
of these 'Great Orgies' that you first saw a woman 'Put to the Stake' wasn't
it?"
June pricked up her ears. Any mention of the words 'The Stake' would now
send a chill of fear down her spine. To what were the women referring? It could
never be a 'burning'! Or could it? These people were capable of anything!
The redhead lifted her napkin and gently wiped the trembling young
blonde's full, luscious lips.
"Yes. That was on the island." Celia answered her friend. "Well, as Bill
explained, the Duke and Duchess can do anything they want to, on the island.
They have, quite literally, the power of life or death, there. You see, it's in
no country's territorial waters and they have it guarded like a fortress. Well,
with people as rich as the Duke and Duchess of Gomorrah, it's a case of 'money's
no object', you see."
The Authoress took a mouthful of dessert and Dolly leaned closer across
the table, her dark eyes shining with excited interest.
"Who was the girl?" She asked.
"Oh, just some poor slut who'd fallen foul of the Duchess." Celia
answered. "The whole thing had been dreamed up by her as revenge for some
slight, or other. And what a revenge it was! That's one woman I wouldn't like to
cross."
"And what was she like, the girl I mean?" Dolly urged. "Was she pretty?"
"Pretty!" Interjected Bill, loudly. "She was one of the most beautiful,
voluptuous women I've ever seen!"
"Bill's quite right. She was lovely." His wife continued with a laugh. "An
African. Quite young. About the same age as Mrs Bending here, I should think.
Different colouring, of course. Quite the opposite, in fact."
"A Negress?" Asked George, with great interest.
"Yes. And what colour!" Went on Celia, warming to her story. "Talk about
'Black is Beautiful'. Her skin was rich, dark sepia and her flesh had that very
firm quality that Negresses often have. Looked like hard, highly polished wood."
"And she didn't have a blemish on her whole body." Bill put in. "Not that
I could see, anyway. And we had grandstand seats."
"Yes, that's right. Well......To begin with, she didn't have a blemish.
But that changed, a lot, as the entertainment went on." Celia chuckled, feeding
June more ice-cream. "And she had beautiful features, too. Big black eyes, small
finely chiselled nose, high cheekbones and the most voluptuous, full lipped
mouth. Dark as she was, her mouth was the only part of her face that was really
Negroid."
"I know the type, Ceel." George chuckled, with a lewd wink. "As soon as I
see a mouth like that, I think I can feel the lips wrapped around my helmet."
"That's exactly the sort it was." The redhead laughed and continued. "She
was as buxom as Mrs Bending here, Very shapely! But her flesh seemed firmer,
somehow. It's often the same with black girls. White girls, like Mrs Bending,
seem softer, like Marshmallow. What ever, this girl had great, melonous tits,
with big nipples like walnuts and a superb, big round arse, with buttocks like
huge marble pumpkins."
"But, didn't she object, or anything?" Asked Dolly, licking her lips,
wolfishly.
"How could she object?" Laughed Celia. "The girl was a prisoner! The
Duchess had had her abducted and brought to the island for punishment."
"Fuck! What a day that was!" Said Bill. "I'll always remember it. It gives
me a 'hard-on' just to think of it."
"Well, go on, Ceel." Dolly urged her girlfriend, excitedly. "Tell us about
it. And don't forget all the gory little details, either."
"Well, alright." Celia agreed with a giggle. "It is a good story and I
love remembering all that happened that day and all the delightful things they
did to that black Slut. It makes me very wet."
The beautiful Authoress took a long drink from her glass and replaced it
on the table. Then, pulling June's naked body closer to her own, she resuming
the lewd fondling of the blonde's bruised, swollen and sensitive jugs. Cruelly
twisting the big nipple on the girl's left breast, the lecherous redhead began
her tail.
"It was, I remember, a gloriously sunny day, as it usually is on the
island. Bill and I had been to a big party the previous night and we had not got
back to our guest room until dawn. We didn't get up until it was time for lunch.
We ate in the luxurious dining room, not in our suit and it was lucky for us
that we did go down." The freckled lady moved her hand to the big nipple on
June's right tit and began twisting that.
"Friends we met in the dining room told us that there was going to be a
'Punishment Exhibition' that afternoon, in the town's public square. It was
going to be, we were told, a sort of 'Public Execution' and very funny and
amusing. A spectacle we should not miss for anything." She gave her guests a
wolfish grin.
"Well, I'm very glad to say, that we took their advice and went along to
watch the show."
Celia took June's hand and placed it against her cunt and, while the
young Wife fingered the Authoress's fat tickler, the redhead continued.
"In the centre of the town square there had been built a large dais. This
strong platform was a permanent structure, about four feet high, so that the
crowds at these entertainments could have a good, clear view of the proceedings.
Right in front of the dais was a sort of 'Royal Box', with plush seats and
a cool, colourful silk canopy to keep off the sun. This structure had been built
high enough so that the privileged guests, who sat there, could look down onto
the platform opposite. In the centre of the front row of seats on the dais, sat
the Duchess and, among the special friends who sat on each side of her on that
day, I'm proud to say, were Bill and myself. Everyone of us sitting in the Royal
Box that day, including the Duchess, was stark naked. Well, except for make-up
and our jewellery, that is. Oh! And a lot were wearing sun hats too. There were
about a two dozen or so people in the Box and most of the men were already
sporting huge erections, some nearly as big as bill's. The Duke, I was told, was
away in New York on business, so the Duchess had two teenaged lesbian lovers
sitting on each side of her, and then came Bill and myself.
There was a hell of a crowd in the square, about five hundred people, I
should think and mostly women, at that. Most of the crowd, too, was naked and
already a lewd, orgy atmosphere was growing. Suddenly, there was a great cheer
and we all saw her for the first time. The crowd went wild with excitement.
Well, she was so beautiful and she looked so.......vulnerable.
All of the 'Official' punishments on the island are carried out by a
special team of women torturers (All beautiful, but real sadistic bitches.) and
these women, as is the custom there, parade their victims through the streets of
the town to the Public Square, were the Sentence, what ever it may be, is
carried out. When I say 'What ever it may be', I mean just that. For they will
even carry out Death Penalties, at the Duke or Duchess's behest.
Anyway, to enhance the party spirit and to get every one in the right mood
for the 'entertainment' to come, six of these bitches were parading the girl
through the streets to the Square. A lot of people were lining the route and
then following after, laughing and jeering. After our initial gasps of delighted
surprise at the beauty of the voluptuous victim, we too, joined in the laughter.
Well, you would have laughed yourselves, if you had seen what those cruel Sluts
had done to her.
The girl had been stripped stark naked and her luscious body displayed to
all. The black hair on her lovely head had been arranged in one of those
beautiful, beaded, African hair-dos and the brightly coloured beads hung to her
softly rounded shoulders. All trace of hair on the rest of her body, had been
skilfully removed.
In fact, apart from the beads, the only things that adorned her superb
body were the red leather straps. These were softly padded and had shiny steel
links and clips attached. A cuff-like strap was firmly buckled around each of
her ankles and each wrist. Two more straps tightly encircled her arms, one above
each elbow and two more, one above each knee.
The girl's arms had been forced up behind her back and the cuffs on her
wrists had been firmly attached to the straps around each opposite elbow. This
arraignment forced her shoulders right back and this, in turn, forced her great,
black, melonous breasts to thrust out, arrogantly, before her.
To make matters worse for her, the women in the Punishment Team (Each of
whom, by the way, carries the title of 'Madam' on the island and are always
addressed as such.) Well, these 'Madams' had taken those fantastic tits of
her's, wrapped a special two inch wide strap around the base of each udder,
thread it through it's clasp and then tightened each strap up as tight as they
could get them."
"Fucking hell! The effect! You should have seen it!" Put in Bill. "What a
pair of Wolloppers!"
"Yes, they were a sight." Leered Celia, cruelly kneading the gasping
June's own big, bruised and swollen jugs, as she continued her exciting story.
"As the bases of the black girl's big breasts had been drawn in by the straps,
so the great udders had swelled out and blown up like a pair of huge balloons on
her chest. Round as footballs, they were. With her huge nipples so engorged and
congested that they had lengthened and swollen to an alarming size. In fact, one
of the Madams told me later, that they had got her nipples stretched to three
inches long, before they had finished with her.
Now, there were many cruel and amusing ways the Madams had thought up to
walk a person to meet their fate. Each one calculated to ensure the utmost
amusement for the crowd and the utmost humiliation for the victim. On this
occasion they had used a kind of walking-frame. I'm no engineer, so I can only
give you a vague description of 'The Infernal Machine' as I remember it.
It had a sort of low, tubular, rectangular base. Wide-ish, with a small
spoked wheel at each corner. It was quite light, constructed like a bicycle, but
its four wheels were only about fifteen inches diameter. There was a space in
the centre of the base, for the victim to walk in and this space was bridged,
from centre front to centre rear, with a raised, bowed, cross-bar, witch was
topped at its centre with a sort of bicycle saddle. Attached beneath the saddle
was a fifth wheel with a lot of cogs and a long piston-rod. It looked quite
complex, I must say.
Now here's the amusing bit. Standing straight up from the saddle, was a
huge, fat dildo, about four inches diameter and twelve inches long, with great,
warty nodules covering its thick shaft and encircling its great knob. Just
behind this, the shaft of a second, slightly thinner dildo could be seen
protruding from a hole in the saddle and below which was fixed a metal tube.
This tube encased a steel piston-rod.
The streets of the Dukes little holiday resort all had smooth, hard,
surfaces, so the little vehicle could move quite easily along its rout to the
Square.
Now what, you'll want to know, was making the spectators laugh so much?
Well, it was this.
The Madams had made the blackgirl mount up and straddle the saddle and had
then forcefully impaled her on the huge ridged dildo.
There she now sat, with the great, warty shaft fully embedded up her fat,
bald cunt, her shapely legs on each side of the centre wheel and her pretty,
pink soled feet, flat on the floor.
The exceptionally large knob of the second dildo was huge for a good
reason and the Madams had had a hard job opening the poor girl's arsehole wide
enough to take it. After a long and noisy struggle, back in the cells, with the
strapped down negress hitting the high notes, the Madams had finally embedded
the monster knob in her bowels. Now, with the girl's generously lubricated
arsehole, tightly gripping the slimmer dildo just below its big knob, they were
able to attach its shaft to the steel piston-rod, after they had impaled her
cunt on the huge warty shaft fixed to the saddle.
The Madams had then uncoupled the rear piston-rod from the mechanism under
the saddle, so as not to spoil the amusing surprise the blackgirl would get when
she started her walk to the Square. Carefully they had walked her and the
uncoupled machine out on to the open, sunlit road, where she waited, trembling,
mounted on the walking frame.
A stern faced, black haired, Spanish beauty named Madam Rita, was in
charge of the proceedings. She and another blonde Madam, stepped into the frame
to make the final adjustments. First they reattached the piston-rod onto the
mechanism under the saddle. Then, examining the girl's bald cunt-lips, which
were stretched around the great four inch diameter lubricated shaft of the
prickly, saddle fixed dildo, they skinned back the fleshy hood of the Negress's
big, pink clitoris. The Madams, attaching a glass suction tube over its swollen
length and, pumping the tube vigorously, sucked out the squealing girl's fat
tickler until three inches of its swollen stalk was drawn out into the tube.
Nodding with satisfaction, the Spaniard slipped a small loop on the end of a
strong, thin nylon line, around the base of the girl's swollen clit and pulled
it tight, trapping the bloated stalk in a powerful grip that would only be
released when the loop was cut free.
As the beautiful Negess winced with the pain of her big, swollen clitoris,
Madam Rita took up her position, with the end of the Nylon line rapped around
her right hand, in front of the lovely, mounted African and the odd walking
frame. A Chinese Madam distributed four foot long plastic rods with leather
bound handles to four of remaining Madams. These rods were half inch diameter
thick and could be bent over until both ends touched. They were extremely
vicious and painful canes.
Four of the Madams took up their positions for the walk. One on each side
of the bound and naked blackgirl and two just behind her. The sixth Madam walked
to the rear.
"Are we ready?" Called out Madam Rita.
"Yes." Came the five replies.
"Then let's...... GO!" Called Madam Rita and at the same time she gave a
sharp, hard pull on the Nylon line.
"NNAAAAAAAAAH!" Screamed the Negress, as her big, swollen clit was almost
ripped out by its root.
Immediately, the two Madams at the girl's rear, each gave her a full
stroked, vicious slash across both big black buttocks, with their heavy canes.
CRACK! CRACK!
"EEEEEEEEEAAAAAH!" The black Slut bellowed, but with her hands tied to her
elbows behind her back, all she could do was writhe on the dildos.
Madam Rita was still pulling, firmly on the Nylon line and, looking down
over her round, black belly to where the pain was lancing into her cunt, the
squealing Negress could clearly see the badly swollen bulb of her hot, red
clitoris, stretched out of her cunt some three or more inches ahead of her bald,
forward thrusting pubic mound.
To stop the painful stretching of her clit, the blackgirl lurched
foreword, taking her first steps on her long walk to the execution platform,
with amazing results.
As the Slut staggered foreword, the wheel between the her legs turned
along the ground and began the cogs turning. As the cogs turned the steel
piston-rod shot up through the hole in the saddle and thrust the rear dildo,
right up her arse. The force of the thrust slammed the dildo's huge knob deep
into the girl's bowels and lifted her right up onto her pretty pink toes and, as
it did so, drew her tightly stretched cunt, up along the fat, warty shaft that
was embedded in her guts.
. The beautiful Negress squealed like a sow on heat. When the knobbly shaft
embedded in her bowels was at full thrust, her toes could barely touch the
ground, but the cruel Madam Rita, using the Nylon line as a leash, still pulled
hard on the blackgirl's stretched and swollen tickler.
"NNAARH!" The Negress groaned loudly and took a second step foreword.
This time the cogs brought the piston-rod, swiftly flashing downward, drawing
the anal dildo with it and pulling the thick noduled shaft out through the
blackgirl's oiled and bulging arsehole. As it withdrew, the girl's abused rectum
gripped tightly below the dildo's great knob and, again, her stretched and
tender cunt was, forcefully, pulled down over the massive noduled shaft, that
was fixed, upright, to the saddle.
As the pink soles of her feet, again pressed flat on the ground and the
swollen lips of her cunt were once more ground down onto the huge dildo's wide
base, the two Madams at the African's rear again lashed their heavy, whippy
canes across her big, round arsecheeks.
CRACK! CRACK! Went the canes against her firm flesh.
"NEEEEEEEEEEEAAAAAAGH!" Shrieked the Negress in response and, as again
Madam Rita jerked her foreword by the clit, the beautiful blackwoman took more
lurching steps along the road. Each step plunging the big knobbed anal dildo, in
and out of her swollen, shit-rimmed arsehole and forced her cunt to ride up and
down over the massive shaft embedded in her bruised and bulging belly.
In this manner the Madams walked the screaming Nigress to meet her fate."
"Fucking hell, Celia!" Dolly cried, fingering her clit and tweaking one of
her nipples. "I'm spurting just listening to this!"
"You should have been there." Leered Celia, as June vigorously fingered
her cunt. "The Madams were just walking her around the Square. They hadn't
really started on her yet and I was already sitting in a pool of my own Custard.
It was most enjoyable!"
"Go on, Ceel." Croaked George, pumping on his badly engorged prick.
"Don't stop now, for fuck sake!"
"Yes, go on, Ceel." Chipped in her husband, also beating on his great
meat. "It's bringing it all back to me."
"You boys just be careful you don't shoot your wads!" The lecherous
redhead chuckled. "I've told you before. I'm going to need you both as hard as
steel, later." And she wagged her finger at them, jokingly."
"Anyhow. Now, were was I? Oh, yes." The Authoress said and continued with
her story.
"The Madams soon had the poor cow circling the Square. Once they had the
frame rolling, the black Slut couldn't stop it without their help and they
didn't want it to stop just yet. No. They wanted to expose their victim to the
crowd and humiliate her as much as possible. And they were making a fucking good
job of that and it was very, very funny.
Did I mention how the Madams were dressed? Well, they all wore the same
uniform and very smart and sexy it was, too. They wore black leather thigh boots
and a little black Bolero jacket that was designed so they could lift their jugs
out and hang them over the top when they were giving a show. Which, of course,
was what they were doing then, so they all had their tits on display. They also
use to wear a short black skirt, but would discard that when they got their jugs
out. So, they were bare arsed, bald cunted and topless when they were torturing
some one and, believe me, it did add spice to the spectacle.
So, they'd got the black bitch moving around the Square and she was
making quite a noise about it, too, I can tell you. Well, apart from having her
clit stretched by Rita, she was riding up and down on the dildos every step she
took. We knew that the machine was forcing her to do it, but it did look as if
she was fucking herself on them as she walked. It looked very amusing, but her
cunt and arsehole must have been in agony with the reaming they were taking.
And, as if that and the yanking on her clit and the caning of her arse, wasn't
enough, The two Madams walking on ether side of her, began lashing her across
those, great, strapped up, swollen udders of hers, with their canes. All four
were really letting her have it. We could hear the crack of all the canes
against her flesh, even above the sound her shrieks. Those cruel bitches really
loved their work!
Madam Rite told me later, that they had given her special drugs for the
ordeal. Stimulants, so she wouldn't lose consciousness and which ensure her body
would become ultra-sensitive to both pain and sexual stimulation. Also, a little
something to increase the production of her seminal fluid. So she'd have plenty
of cuntjuice. And by fuck, she was going to need it. In fact, we could already
see the results of that, as her thick, white, cuntcustard could be clearly seen
coating the shaft of the huge fixed dildo that was ploughing her stretched and
purple cunt. It must have been helping to lubricate the shaft, as was the shit
that now greased her swollen arsehole, for both dildos now seemed to be sliding
in and out quite smoothly. You can't beat natural lubrication, I always say.
Suddenly the sixth Madam stepped foreword and, gripping the walking frame
at the rear with both hands, she began pushing the frame along the road around
the Square and increasing its speed faster and faster. Well, you can imagine how
this speedy pace affected the movement of the dildos and the reaming out of that
black Slut's cunt and turdtube. She shrieked to the sky as she rode the warty
shafts around the Square and her wild screams were even heard over the delighted
roar of the crowd as they cheered her on until the Madams brought the frame to a
stop before the dais.
The frame had been brought to a halt, just below the Royal Box where we,
the Duchess and her friends were seated. Madam Rita stepped foreword and raised
her hand to the Duchess, in a fascist style salute. Except for the weeping of
the Negress, the crowd fell silent.
"The Island Court has found this slut Guilty of Treason and condemned her
to the stake." Madam Rita addressed the Duchess, in a firm, loud voice. "She has
been brought to this public place so that all here present can witness her fate.
What is your pleasure, my Lady?"
The Duchess, looking lovely and as naked as the day she was born, waved
her hand, imperially.
"Carry out the sentence, Madam Rita." She commanded. "Oh, and Rita. Do
your worst, my dear. Give us all a good laugh."
The Madam lifted her fisted arm to her naked breasts.
"I'll do my best, my Lady." She replied and, with a cold, cruel smile, she
turned back to the dais.
