Chapter six
The russian girl stood looking down at Allison's vulnerable bottom, her bondage
specifically designed for this very purpose. Her harms were stretched painfully
up behind her, twisting in their sockets so that she was forced forward over the
bar pushing her buttocks back towards the dark haired girl with the leather
paddle. Her head was pulled back by the restrictive silver collar about her
throat that was leashed to her wrist chain forcing her head back meaning she
could only stare in desperation at the tall blonde army officer facing her.
Allison was also conscious that in this position not only was her pantygirdle
clearly on display but it was also pulled up tight between her legs which was
both uncomfortable and causing that warm sensation in her loins rather like when
she had felt the course heavy rope that she had to climb in training sliding
roughly between her thighs.
As if he could read Allison's mind, the slave dealer held the russian girl back.
'Now where is the fun if we can't see the Harlot's blushes?' He motioned to the
russian girl and she tucked the leather paddle under her arm. She pushed
Allison's heavy black serge jacket further up the young red head's back and then
rolled the bottom of her crisp white blouse up to her waist. Allison flinched as
she felt the girls fingernails run down the bare flesh of her back and under the
heavily elasticated waistband of her underwear. Jessica blushed in shame for her
young friend as she could tell what they were doing. Allison stiffened visibly
as her the pantygirdle was dragged down over her bottom and was left bunched at
the tops of her thighs. She felt the suspenders holding up her heavy stockings
go slack but worst of all her head drooped even against the choking grip of the
collar. For now the rubbing against her sex was relievedly gone and yet the cool
air made her realise that her sex had been responding to the pressure.
She was so ashamed that these beasts had seen this. She knew that the slave
driver, his maid and his one of his black man servants could all tell that she
was unable to control this brazen urge. She thought that she was going to cry,
she couldn't even look Jessica in the eye now, convinced that she had let the
taller stronger girl down. She managed to swallow the wail of pity that was
growing in her throat and it came out as a resigned sob.
Then she yelped. She had been so wallowing in self pity that she had forgotten
why they had pulled her underwear down. She was soon reminded as the leather
paddle landed with a sharp crack on her right buttock. At first it was just
surprise at being struck and then for a split second nothing happened. And then
a sharp heat started to build at the site of the blow and just as the heat
turned to pain there was a crack on her left buttock.
The first blow had taken her by surprise but she was determined not to cry out
again. Now she looked at Jessica, her only friend in the room. The blonde locked
eyes with her and she concentrated as hard as she could.
'crack' on the left cheek then 'crack' on the right. Each time the blow numbed
the pain from the previous one but then it built up again starting higher going
higher as the other firm white curve of flesh was struck. Her vision was going
cloudy and she could feel the hot salt tears running down her face and dripping
from her delicate jaw line and still the blows fell. She had lost count even
though she could see that Jessica was counting them off. She knew how terrible
this must have been for the officer for although she alone knew how excruciating
was the pain the army officer could only wait in anticipation. After half a
dozen strokes to each side of her bottom the blows stopped.
It was enough to drive Allison mad, she was so desperate to put her hands to her
sore behind and try and rub some of the pain away. She was glad of the respite
she felt that she must be glowing by now, every single nerve ending was in pain
where the paddle had landed. She sniffed hard convinced that the worst must be
past as she blinked tears away and saw that her vision was starting to clear.
She saw that the russian girl and her arab master had moved away and stood
behind Jessica. Jessica was defiantly taunting them. Jessica came from a rich
family whilst Allison's father had been an engineer and now the tall upper class
blonde was giving forth in that female English accent that had demanded respect
and required correction around the globe.
'I went to Harborne ladies college, you can't intimidate me with your toys you
wog bastard. You and your little commie tart.'
'Oh this one has a mouth on her, but then she also comes with the means of her
own silence.' Barked the enraged white-slaver. Indeed Jessica was stunned into
silence as she felt her white silk french knickers being rent assunder, torn
from her body leaving her naked and exposed. Abdul grabbed her by the hair and
yanked her head back as she vainly tried to bring her bound legs together to
hide her shame. 'This should keep you quiet you arrogant whore!' he hissed
viciously in her ear. Her head was pulled back so hard against the collar that
her red lipsticked mouth was wide open and he shoved the torn silk garment hard.
The material had been balled up but it cut off Jessica's protestations to a
muffle. 'There, that's better. And I want you to make this bitch dance or I'll
let our two negro friends have you again.'
Allison shocked by the ferocity of the assault could barely guess what was in
store for the blonde, she felt like her own flesh had petrol burning on it and
they didn't seem to have a burning hatred of her as they did for Jessica. As she
felt the silk wad in her mouth soak with her own saliva Jessica braced herself
knowing that they had something special for her that she wasn't going to like.
Jessica still struggled in her bonds, trying to ascertain what was happening
behind her. Her whole body was tense knowing that at any second she would feel
the frightful sting of the paddle. She could still feel the sting from her
earlier spanking and even whilst no further blows had fallen she pushed her
thighs further into the bar to escape the coming fury.
'Crack' Even though she knew it was coming, the first blow shocked her in its
ferocity. It pushed against the firm white skin of her bottom and she felt the
shock travel in ripples as far as the tops of her legs and her lower back. Her
yell muffled by the silk knickers forced into her mouth. Even Allison was so
surprised that she leapt deliciously much to her black attendants delight.
Before Jessica could recover from the first blow the second landed with equal
ferocity. Her body still pressed hard against the bar had nowhere to go so the
energy of the blow was transferred entirely to her body.
Jessica tried not to cry out again. She felt the saliva from her mouth rolling
down her chin as the french lace and silk stopped her closing her mouth and
swallowing. As a flurry of blows landed with seemingly more speed and intensity
even than had been dealt to Allison Jessica was burning with physical and
emotional pain. It was only a few hours since she had been lying happily on a
beach with barely a care in the world. Now here she was burning with pain even
as the blood rushing to her bottom caused a stirring that she had barely felt
before, her shame that she was exposed to a room full of strangersand her
embarrasment that she couldn't even stop herself from dribbling down her chin.
The blows lasted for what seemed like an eternity, Jessica's tears rolled down
her chin mingling with the drool as it dripped from her chin into a pool on the
floor in front of her. Allison counted a dozen blows to each side of her
friend's bottom and could only guess at the pain she was in. It was maddening
that burning sensation unable to do anything about it, that was worse than not
being able to protect herself from the blows in the first place. Eventually the
russian girl, panting sheened with sweat stopped. By this point Jessica was
slumped forward over the bar. She barely noticed the tearing at her shoulders or
the ache in her neck.
'Very good my pretty.' Abdul stroked the dark haired girl's face. 'You have
pleased me but I suspect that this whore is made of strong stuff. Maybe we
should try something else to ensure the bitch remains silent.' Jessica stomach
lurched as she heard the swish of the crop through the air behind her. Allison
looked on in terror of the device being proffered to Jessica's bottom. Abdul
stood behind Jessica smiling, it was that smile that really frightened Allison,
he was taking pleasure from this for the pure joy of hurting someone. Jessica
seemed to detect something of the Slave dealers air of arrogance and she braced
up defiantly. She expected the stinging blow to fall any second but she didn't
know how she was going to deal with the new pain, she'd just have to deal with
that when it came.
It wasn't a sharp stinging blow, it was a delicate flick with just the leather
loop at the end of the crop. It flicked teasingly at the lips of her sex, that
were already engorged from the spanking. It was like the flick of a girl's
tongue like she had dreamed about but never experienced. She squirmed, this was
worse torture than simple pain, it was the root of her fears. As the soft
leather swiped back and forth she could feel she was losing control of her own
body, the cool air cold against the moistness that was gathering at the tops of
her thighs. Then it stopped.
Jessica burned in shame as she realised that even though the flicks had stopped
she was still moving her hips in time to the rythm of the blows. She was
grinding her belly against the padding of the bar. She woke from her revery with
a start when she heard al Rafiq speaking from in front of her. Both the bound
women could hear the amusement in his voice.
'Now it's time to see exactly what we have and take them on a trip to the
doctor. Strip them naked.'
