Enslaved Chapter 11

Enslaved Chapter 11ulia lay on the hard planks which had been scrubbed almost to whiteness. A heavy iron collar was about her neck and a chain linked this to a ringbolt in the wall. It was, in fact, the very same collar which Madame Vesta had predicted to Quentin Osman that would one day encircle Julia?s pretty neck. She was face down, shoulders heaving with harsh sobs, hands pressed to the burning swathes of fire across her buttock cheeks.The hideous memory of Jason?s clamping black thighs? the way he raised her hindquarters as if she were a toy... the torment of Miss Judith?s strap... all were still fierce upon her. She felt sick to the depths of her soul. And the horror of her situation was like a crushing weight upon her.For, after what had already happened... what was happening... she realised all this was no ?bluff? designed toscare her. Not something temporary either. No brief nightmare.This was harsh reality.Absolutely for real!In some unbelievable way (outside all normal credibility) Quentin had managed to have her a*****ed and transported to... to... this hell ship. A place devised and designed by a monster and directed by devils!Impossible really... yet true.For, though she might have wished to, Julia could no longer deny the evidence of her own eyes. Even less her own feelings.How could she deny the sight of that poor naked womancreature led on all fours, on the end of a chain by that hideous brute negro?How could she deny the spectacle of the Punishment Room itself?Or what had happened there?Julia?s mind reeled away from that memory. Even to recall it was an agony. How welcome death would have been then! How was it possible she could endure and survive such inhuman torments? It was past all normal understanding. How could she deny the sick-making repulsion of Jason?s clasp? Her abasing nakedness? The humiliation of the iron collar and chain... and the fear they induced?She could not deny them. Though she prayed to Almighty God to let her be able to deny them, it was possible to do so. Impossible.Unbelievably impossible .As Julia continued to sob, her tears made a dark, damp patch on the white boards of the bunk. Julia?s nerves flared as she caught the sound of a key turning in the lock of the cabin cell to which she had been taken. Shuddering, she pressed closer to the boards of the wall and beneath her, closing her eyes like a c***d wishing to get rid of an unpleasant idea.Ssmmaaa... aaacckkk!A broad palm, seemingly as hard as a piece of wood, smashed across Julia?s bare bottom.?Up!? bellowed a harsh male voice.With a shriek of shock as much as pain, Julia leapt up off the boards, her chain clanking.?Up... and kneel... when Ahmed enters!?Before her terrified eyes swam a black figure. The figure came into focus. It was a negro as muscular as Jason and as scantily clad, with only the white pouch about his loins. To her added horror, Julia saw that he had led a lovely naked woman on the end of a collar and chain, similar to the one about her neck.?You not kneel like that,? said the negro. ?You kneel with legs wide. So... open them, slave... ?The nightmare was beginning again. How could this brute order her about and address her as slave? It was absurd...Yet, in the back of Julia?s mind was the knowledge of the danger of such thoughts. Of the danger of not doing what one was told. She parted her thighs a little.?Wider,? came the command.Oh the hideous shame of it! Sobbing with humiliation.Julia parted her thighs wider.?Now you puts your hands behind your head, little miss slave girl. Then you clasps them there and sticks out those nice big udders God has given you?, said Ahmed with a bigtoothed grin.Sobbing more harshly, hating herself, hating the negro, hating the whole world. Julia forced herself to do as she had been ordered. How dare she do anything else? Suppose the negro sent for Miss Judith and she started to use that strap again? Oh what a terrible thought!?That?s the position you gets yourself into, missie, whenever ah come in here... or Miss Judith... or anyone else. And yo gets yourself into it mighty quick... yeh... mighty quick... unless yo wants a sore arse. You follow me, white missie??Julia was erzurum escort conscious of the negroes eyes roving lasciviously over her nakedness and could not help shuddering uncontrollably.It made her feel unclean. She felt she would have given anything to be able to cover her breasts with herhands.?Yes... ? she whispered.?Yes ,suh,? said the negro assistant. ?Mah name is Ahmed, but you call me suh, slave girl.?Julia gulped. Oh God... fancy having to... she saw a flicker in the whites of the negroes eyes. Shuddered again.?Yes... Sir... ? she answered. And a deep groaning sob welled up from within her, her head slumped and the tears flowed copiously.?You keeps yo head up, girlie,? said Ahmed. ?Blub away... much as yo like but yo keepes yo head up. Up... I say!?Julia raised her tear streaked face. Her mouth quivered uncontrollably, her breasts heaved violently. ?Yo got to learn all these things mighty quick, slave girl,? said Ahmed, ?otherwise Miss Judith get to know. And she soon take some skin off that pretty arse of yours, I reckon.??N-NO... NO... P-PLEASE... NO... ? Julia found herself pleading. The thought of Miss Judith was intolerable. ?Please ... no... Sir... ? she added.Ahmed grinned again. ?Yo already learnin,? he said. Then he turned to the woman he had led in. Even through her tears, Julia could see she was beautiful. Rich, dark auburn hair surmounted lovely features. She was tall, longlimbed, her figure excellent. Here was another living proof that this was no nightmare but reality.Ahmed gave the woman a playful slap on the bottom. ?You?ve learnt to be a good girl, haven?t you Melissa?? he said.?Yes, Sir,? answered the girl with meek respect which did not accord with her naturally proud features.Suddenly, with a shock, Julia saw that the woman, who was just about her own age, she guessed, had been depilated. Then with an even greater shock, Julia saw Ahmed?s fingers casually fondle the exposed sex lips.?Juicy ... ? he said, grinning again.To Julia?s amazement, the woman did not recoil or protest. Rather to the contrary, she seemed to proffer herself for Ahmed?s attentions. Julia wanted to close her eyes, but was riveted by the awful obscenity of the scene. How could a woman submit to such indecencies with seemingly so little emotion?Julia watched as Ahmed led the girl to the wooden bunk on the opposite side of the cabin, fastened her chain in the ringbolt on the wall and gave her another slap on her bottom.Like an obedient dog getting to its resting place, Melissa slid on to the hard boards and knelt down in the same fashion as Julia was already doing.The negro looked from one woman to the other. There was a certain smug satisfaction on his face. He reckoned he had two of the top beauties aboard the `Paradise´ in one of his cabins!Then he turned on his heel, closed the door and locked it. Julia and Melissa were left alone.Melissa relaxed from the obligatory posture and lay down resignedly... and Julia followed suit. There was a silence.The auburn haired beauty?s eyes were closed. Julia simply could not stop herself continuing to gaze on the nude figure on the other bunk. Here, so near, was living proof of unimaginable horror. If such things could happen to such a woman, they could happen to her!She must find out, she must ask...?How... how could you let him do that to you?? she asked. Her voice was hoarse, the vocal chords still strained from the continuous screams when Madame Vesta had flogged her.Melissa opened her eyes wearily. ?You do not understand,? she said. ?I cannot... I must not... stop him... or anybody. You do not understand yet?. Melissa closed her eyes again. ?But you will,? she added.?Cannot? Must not?? quavered Julia. ?Oh... how can you say such things? Do you really mean them??Melissa bestirred herself, raised herself and lent on one elbow.?You do not understand?, she repeated. ?Nor did I But it would be well if you took my advice. Do not resist. As I did. Submit. Obey. You will suffer less. I know...??I... I c-cannot... I will not... it?s impossible...? croaked Julia.If Melissa had been capable of smiling, she would have done so.?Everything is possible here,? eskişehir escort she said simply. ?I know. Please remember I realise how you feel. I have been through it all myself. Just take my advice , that?s all.?Julia looked at her new companion in disbelieving silence, the tears trickling slowly down her cheeks.?How... how can I?? she asked after a silence.?You will find out?, replied Melissa. ?For example after you have received twelve strokes of the rod simply for being slow to kiss Ahmed?s toe when ordered, you will begin to find out how you can be made to do anything.??N No... no... no... ooo? whimpered Julia.?Yes,? said Melissa. ?You will certainly find out. Sooner or later. That?s up to you I?m simply trying to help you.?There was another silence, while Julia covered her face in her hands. ?No... no...? she kept repeating and then: ?How can this have happened to me???You?re Julia, aren?t you?? asked Melissa, who was now sitting up on her bunk, knees dangling.?Y-Yes... that?s right... but however did you know?? answered a startled Julia.?Because I have already met your owner,? answered Melissa in a flat voice. ?Quentin Osman, isn?t it? At our introduction, in this very cabin at Madame?s invitation, he whipped me. And much enjoyed doing so.??No... no... ? Julia kept saying, shaking her head from side to side, ?it... it?s not possible... I mean Quentin... doing that... to you. How... how could it be... Quentin... oh my God!??Afterwards,? went on Melissa, in the same flat voice, ?they made me his personal slave while he was on board. I had to do anything he wanted.??You... yo... you... for Quentin?? gasped Julia. ?Oh? how could you???You?re not jealous, are you?? asked Melissa with almost a sneer in her voice.?Jealous!? cried Julia. ?He repulses me...??He repulsed me, too,? said Melissa, ?but I had to do it all the same. Now he has put you in the same position. So that, ultimately, you will have to do anything that anybody wants. Him included.??No... ooo!? cried Julia despairingly. ?I?d rather die!??Unfortunately,? said Melissa with calm cynicism, ?they make sure here that no such easy way out is available.?There was another silence, before Julia started repeating again and again, ?I can?t believe it... I can?t believe it...?A sudden flash of anger came into Melissa?s blank eyes.?For God?s sake start believing it,? she snapped. ?Let me try and help you. Let me try and give you some more facts. Get it into your head that, from now on, however hard you try, you?re going to feel Miss Judith?s strap day in, day out. That?s the least you can expect. Step out of line in the slightest and you?ll find yourself down in the Punishment Room. They?ve got rods, birches, martinets, whips... the lot... there. No doubt you?ve been on the Ring, so you?ve got some idea...? Julia groaned horribly. ?... but let me tell you some more, Julia,? continued Melissa. ?What do you think I?d been doing before Ahmed brought me back here??Julia just shook her head. ?I?d been servicing him,? said Melissa, the corners of her mouth down-turning. ?Simply for his a****l pleasure. I had to suck him. Then, when he?d had enough of that, he fucked me. And, believe me, I had to give him full measure...?Julia?s mouth was agape. Her head still shook from side to side. ?Y-You... you... with... with that... h-horrible... b-black... brute?? she quavered. ?Oh how could... y-you??The sharpness and the sneer came back into Melissa?s voice.?I?ve told you how. You?ll learn, as I say. Which would you prefer, another go over the Ring or Ahmed??Julia?s face crumpled. That the decision was an impossible one, was obvious.Another, and a longer silence fell.?I see,? said Melissa at length, ?that you are wearing the silver chain. That means, in case you haven?t been told, you?re reserved for Quentin. In due time, as mine did, he?ll arrive and have his fun and games...??No... no!??He?ll thrash you morning, noon and night, if he feels like it...??NO... NO... OOO!??... and after that you?ll still be grovelling and begging for more...? Julia could only croak hoarsely, mouth agape. ?... then, when he?s had enough of his own fun - like my owner did escort bayan - he?ll have your status changed to Gold. See... I?m wearing a Gold chain. That means I?m available to Ahmed and Jason. They only have to put in an official request for me. And do you imagine that is ever refused? Also, if any of the so-called guests aboard this ship take a fancy to me, of course they can have me too.? Melissa lowered her voice a little. ?Worst of all, they can take you down to the Lower Deck. Where the crew are. Then they leave you there for a couple of hours or so. That hasn?t happened to me yet, thank God. I should imagine it?s the worst.?Julia was still shuddering silently, mouth still sagging.?... am I beginning to get through to you, Julia? You?re lucky, I had no one to help me. To advise me. I resisted. In the first week I was here, I was taken down to the Punishment Room five times. And each time was worse than the one before. Try and understand that... try... try... however you feel. And, believe me, no one knows better than I how you feel.?Julia?s head drooped. She was filled to the depths of her being with the blackness of utter despair. And horror. Not to mention terror.?Is... is there no way to escape?? she whispered at last. Melissa snorted. ?None,? she replied. ?Just forget it. The whole ghastly system is fool-proof. You must accept it. As it is. Submit to it, I say, don?t fight it. That way it may not be quite as bad for you.?Silent tears trickled down Julia?s cheeks and splashed onto her lush naked breasts. Osman... Quentin Osman... that horrible slob whom she?d taken for an easy meal ticket (and a lot more!) had done this to her! It was incredible. How could he? Yet he had. Hate and fury burned like a hot iron through her. whatever theconsequences, she would kill him the moment she set eyes on him. Kill him with her bare hands. Rip his fat belly to pieces... tear off his... his...?Better get some rest,? Melissa was saying. ?You?ll need it if my guess is right about Miss Judith?s first disciplinary duties for you.??Disciplinary duties?? queried Julia, raising her head. She looked a sorry sight. Melissa nodded. ?Yes?, she said. ?Disciplinary duties. You don?t imagine they just keep us here, chained up all the time, do you??It was, in fact, something that had not yet occurred to Julia. Her mind had been far too full of other horrors.?I... I hadn?t th... thought,? she said.?It is my guess,? said Melissa, ?that come midday, when it is getting really hot, she?ll have you out scrubbing down the decks. It is, I believe, her favourite way of ?breaking in? newcomers, as she calls it.??S-Scrubbing... the d-decks???Yes,? said Melissa. ?That?s how it began with me. And, believe me Julia, you?ll scrub as you?ve never scrubbed before. If you?ve ever scrubbed before. Frankly, you don?t look the type. But you will. You?ll scrub till your arms feel like lumps of lead and your back seems to be breaking in half. That?s how it is. So get some rest.?Melissa herself turned over and curled herself up on the hard boards. Her curvaceous bottom thrust nakedly towards Julia. It was unmarked. but, by then, Julia knew the reason for that. Quentin has whipped that bottom, she thought with shuddering disbelief. And... and enjoyed it in other ways. Just as Ahmed had done not so long ago. How could it be... how could it be?Yet it was... it was!Julia turned over and lay on her belly. Gently she placed her hands on her buttocks. How hot they felt. How sore. The memory of the falling strap made her nates twitch involuntarily. She didn?t want any more of that. Yet how could she escape it?Had not Melissa said it would happen every day?Surely that must be an exaggeration. Surely. Yes... she was just trying to make out things were worse than they really were, so that it would not seem so bad for her later on. Well, that was kind of Melissa. Poor Melissa. Fancy having to put up with that awful Quentin. To be his ?slave?!Then she was seized with an uncontrollable trembling fit.But I... I... am his ?slave?, she said to herself.Once again she began to sob uninhibitedly. Then, after a while, her fists began to pound the board on which she lay.?I hate him... I hate him...? she snarled between clenched teeth. ?I?ll kill the bastard... I?ll kill him... I will... I swear I will!?Resignedly, on the other bunk, Melissa listened to Julia?s outburst. She shook her head sorrowfully. Her advice did not seem to have been heeded, to say the least.