Chapter 10
"And then there were four!" Sylvia looked at th two empty beds. "Wonder how long it'll be before there are six empty beds again?" Then she turned to Margaret and put her hands on her bare shoulders, looking into her eyes. "All right now, honey?"
Margaret's hands went to her bottom and she grimaced.
"Oh, I'm all right, now. It wasn't that she hurt me so much-although it stung enough! I just haven't ever been caned before-and having it done to me in front of all the others and by that great hulking negress who calls herself a woman."
"I know, sweetie-I know. I've been through it all myself."
"Poor Cynthia, though-I felt terribly sorry for her. And fancy being bought by a beast like that Carter!"
"It's tough on her, I know. But let's not lose sight of the fact that if it hadn't been for Cynthia Briggs, we wouldn't be in the mess we are. It's all her fault that we are here at all. She was a slave trader, too, don't forget."
Julia suddenly shivered. "I'm feeling chilly."
"That's not surprising-so am I." Sylvia grinned, "We're standing here in our nothings nattering. Nights get chilly in these parts sometimes-especially when one goes about naked. Come on-how about that little party?"
Sylvia opened her case, tossed a pack of cigarettes on to the bed and took out the half-empty gin bottle. She held up the full one, then put it back.
"We've got enough here to get real high on-maybe it wouldn't be a good idea, though. I'd hate to bring the guards in to see what the row was about." She took the stopper out and handed the bottle to Margaret. "Here you are, Maggie-first swig to you."
Julia went to her clothes. "I'm going to slip a dress on."
"Why bother? The light will be going out any minute -let's get cosy in bed and pass the bottle."
"What about Lala on the other side of the room?"
Sylvia climbed into bed and settled herself, took the bottle from Margaret and tilted it against her lips.
"Lala doesn't have to stay over there-she can get in with one of us, can't she?" She looked round at Margaret, climbing into her own bed. "Maggie-you're just a leetle bit slimmer than Julia and I. You wouldn't mind taking Lala in with you, would you?"
"No, of course not." Margaret smiled over at the pretty Island girl. "Come on over, Lala."
Lala came across and got into bed beside Margaret. Syvia, in the middle bed, looked at her companions on either side of her.
"That's much more cosy." She handed the bottle to Julia. "Your turn."
"Thanks." Julia took a swallow and handed it back.
"So long as the guards don't walk in on us."
"Not at this time-they let all their armed green-1 jackets loose at night."
The four friends lit cigarettes and talked, mainly I about their present situation, as they passed the bottle round.
"Wonder how long those poor girls he had performing tonight have been in captivity?" Julia asked.
"Must be quite some time to do what they did without putting up a mighty struggle."
"It was revolting! They-they just took it," said Margaret with a shudder. "I'll have nightmares over what that Arab did to the last one."
"What went with you while we were out front, Lala?"
"We were separated after the auction; those who had been sold were taken away-I think they keep them somewhere in Hakim's house overnight."
"You missed what he called entertainment, then?"
"I saw the state the girls who took part in it were in afterwards. We were kept in the dressing room and those girls came there when they left the stage. I saw the two girls who had had to whip each other-they bot needed treatment. That doctor was there with one of the nurses. Then the last one came in-I think she was in an even worse state-one of the guards was half carrying her. You say an Arab did all that to her?"
"Hakim's whip man-the one who flogged Cynthia on the Island."
"That beast! He cut that poor girl's bottom in several places. She could hardly stand up-they had to lift her on to the table for the doctor to see her. Then-then I saw the other thing. The nurse pulled her buttocks open for the doctor to give her a douche there -I thought they were giving her an enema, saw all the semen oozing out. Ugh! Then she had to stand over a bowl while she was given a douche in the other place. I heard that they were Hakim's own slaves."
"Yes-Cynthia told us," said Sylvia. "And is that the way all these people treat their slaves?"
"I don't want to worry you, but you saw the 'clients' back there. When the whips came out they went crazy. Look, kids-let's no talk about it now, huh? Drink up-I'll get the other bottle out when this is gone. Here, Julie-your turn." She held the bottle out.
"Thanks, Syl..."
The lights went out as Julia reached for the bottle. "Well, that's out," sighed Julia. "I can't even see the bottle."
"That's all right-you don't have to see to talk, drink or smoke. Come on, Julie-hop into my bed."
Julia came over and got in beside Sylvia as she moved over, the soft warmth of their bodies touching, one smooth thigh sliding against another. Sylvia slipped an arm about her waist and pulled her closer.
"Great! Now, where was I?"
"Passing me a drink!" Julia smiled in the darkness as the bottle was pushed into her hand. She tilted it, once again being strangely thrilled as her arm brushed against Sylvia's ripe warm breast. She took a pull at the bottle and handed it back, trying to keep her arm from the upward-curving globe, a little worried by her own emotions. She had always led a normal sexual life, with never even a fleeting erotic thought about her own sex. Except for that one time with Sylvia back on the
Island, and then they had gone the whole way with each other, reaching the dizzying heights of orgasm. But they had been very special circumstances, when she had started off by grasping at anything that would take her mind off the intolerable humiliation and scalding pain after having her bottom thrashed with a cane for the first time.
So what was wrong with her? She remembered her nipples becoming so erect and hot at the contact of Cynthia's body when they had shared the couch on the yacht as to excite comment from the unwitting cause. Now she was getting the same feelings again. She wondered what sort of feeling, if any, Sylvia might have at the contact of her body, blushing at the thought of Sylvia getting to know what she was thinking. It was unlikely she was getting the same sensationsshe had sounded surprised and slightly amused at the state of Julia's nipples when they touched her breasts. She wondered what the reaction would have been if she had known that she was the cause.
"Why so silent, honey? You haven't said a word for the last ten minutes."
"Oh, just thinking."
"Brooding, you mean! Snap out of it-have another drink. We've killed this bottle-I'll break out the other."
"Not for me, Sylvie. I've had quite a lot-and we've been drinking it neat."
"Anyone else? No? Oh, well, there's always another day. We may need it soon, anyway-I don't suppose it'll be very long before one or more of us will find ourselves with our bodies all cut up with a whip...oh, what the heck am I saying? And after changing the conversation, too."
"Whipping is something one just can't get out of one's mind in a place like this," muttered Margaret from the other bed. "I have nightmares about it."
"Well, as we are on the subject-how's your bottom, Maggie?"
"Tingles a bit. that's all."
"Wonder how poor old Cynthia's geting on? That Carter guy looked real mean. I suppose she's getting her fanny striped right now."
"She has one thing in her favour, though," Julia reminded them. "We'd hate every minute of it, but whipping fascinates her."
"Yeah -she'll get a few kicks out of it." Sylvia laughed suddenly. "How about the way she sounded after the whipping duel! Thought I'd lapped it all up! Personally, I wish I had had the chance back on the Island-it's for sure I'd have done by darnest to take the hide off her if she'd challenged me to a whipping contest! I'd like to have been around when she used to get it from Moolah!"
"Is that what they did, do you think?'" asked Julia. "Whipped each other?"
"I guess there used to be some skin taken off someone. I should think it was mostly Cynthia's -that would explain the times she used to keep to her bedroom for two or three days at a stretch. Well-how about us getting some shut-eye?"
"Yes-must be getting late." Julia started to slip out of Sylvia's bed.
"Naw-let's keep it all nice and cosy-just for tonight, huh? You stay with me and Lala can keep Maggie company." Sylvia snuggled down under the blankets. She took Julia's arm and tugged gently.
"Come on, honey-let's forget about those rats out there for a few hours. No objections, you two?" she called over to the other bed.
There were two murmured "none's" and a rustle as Margaret and Lala lay down.
Julia lay on her back, not trusting herself. to turn towards Sylvia with her mind in its present state-the state of her nipples had given her away the last time. The gentle brushing of the soft, warm breasts against her arm didn't help, either; and things got worse.
An arm slipped across her stomach and another under her back, cuddling her closer. Now an arm was pressing along the front of Sylvia's body, the upper arm sweetly trapped in the valley of the breasts and the rest against the soft tummy, with the wrist against the crisp pubic hair and the back of her hand pressed to the plump tops of the American girl's thighs.
Her heart thumped as she lay perfectly still, hardly breathing, in case the movement increased the unwanted excitement. Sylvia's chin rested on her shoulder and she felt her warm breath on her ear and the side of her neck.
"What's the matter, Julie?" Sylvia breathed into her ear. "Why so stiff and unfriendly?"
"I didn't mean to be, Sylvie," Julia whispered back, trying to shift her hand away from the danger zone.
Sylvia wriggled closer again and nullified the effort.
"Well turn this way and snuggle up, like we did that night on the yacht."
Reluctantly, Julia turned towards her, to be immediately pulled in close. She manager to get her arms up, with her hands on Sylvia's chest to prevent their breasts from touching, knowing the condition her nipples were in. "Honey-what's wrong?" "Nothing"
"Then why...?" Sylvia suddenly unclasped her arms from about Julia's waist and before the English girl could do anything about it, two warm palms were pressed against her breasts.
"So that's it!" Sylvia chuckled softly! "Wow! Like two hot litde coals-they're almost talking!"
She kept her hands pressed to them and Julia tried to pull away, annoyed and embarrassed.
"All right!" she forced her voice down to a heated whisper. "So now you know why I didn't want to snuggle up. Let me get back to my own bed."
"Hold on, sweetie." Sylvia still cupped the rounded breasts in her hands. "I'm not poking fun-they're nice. Mmm-do they throb! Just like they did back on the yacht-and-and that other time." She squeezed the smooth globes gently. "Sexy!"
She let go of them and Julia moved back to get out of the bed.
"I wish you hadn't done that, Sylvia-from now on you'll be thinking of me as a lesbian, and-and I don't think I am. Good-night."
"Julie." Sylvia grabbed her arm. "I won't be thinking of you as a lesbian-any more than I'd think of myself as one." Sylvia moved closer to whisper in her ear. "Look, honey-you and I have been together and helped each other for some time, now. We've seen one another's naked bodies more than somewhat-we've been very close, you and I. I understand how you feel. You haven't had a man between your legs for goodness knows how long and with the mess we're all in, you have to try and think about something else or you'll go off your rocker-and what more natural thing than sex?"
"You missed your vocation, Sylvia-you should have ben a psychiatrist!"
"I don't have to be a psychiatrist to know those sort of feelings, sweetie. I wasn't really telling you about you-I was telling you about me! Here-feel mine!"
Sylvia clasped her hands and drew them up to press them against her breasts. Julia gasped as she felt the nipples throbbing hotly under her palms.
"Oh, Sylvie," was all she could find to murmur.
"Come close, honey." Sylvia drew her against her warm body. "Mmmm...lovely titties. Feel the little buttons throb against each other." Sylvia brushed her lips lightly across Julia's. "Want to make love, Julie?"
"Oh, Sylvie-yes," breathed Julia. "We can't, though, dear."
"Huh? Why not-we both want it."
"Maggie and Lala are only a few feet away-they'd be bound to hear us when we started to get-get really excited.'
"They probably would -seeing that we can hear them at it." "What?"
"I've been keeping half an ear cocked. Listen."
Julia raised her head and listened. There was stealthy movement in the next bed, several soft sighs and cautious whispering. Then a gasp floated across, followed by a loud creaking of the wooden bed.
"Ooooohh...Lala!" came Margaret's breathy whisper. "Oooohh-that-that's lovely!"
"Ssshh!"
"There-you see?" whispered Sylvia. "We aren't the only ones. Come, sweetie-let's love each other."
No longer ashamed of her feelings, Julia's arms went about Sylvia as she was cuddled close, their breasts pulsing together. Sylvia raised her head once.
"Hey, you two-no love bites, eh? At least not where they'll show!"
Ignoring the surprised exclamation from Margaret, she turned back to Julia and pressed close again; two open, passionate mouths met and clung, tongues engaging in erotic battle. Sylvia's thighs parted and Julia slid one of hers between them.
"Sylvie," she whispered with a breathless little chuckle. "You talk about my nipples being sexy-you should feel what my thigh can just now!"
"Hot and wet, eh?" Sylvia wriggled further down the bed, rubbing her vulva against the thigh between her legs. "I do have a sexy little cunt!"
"Naughty word!"
"Huh-huh-I'm a naughty girl! What's your's like, darling?"
"Naughty-same as yours!" Julia drew her leg from between Sylvia's and lifted it. A hand stole softly between her legs and gently caressed the moist velvet loveliness it found there. "Oooh, Sylvie-darling," she breathed.
The two women clung to each other in complete abandonment, Julia squirming against Sylvia's warm body as the lovely red-head fondled her sex.
"Say-that perfume they sprayed on us is really hot stuff, isn't it?"
"That's the way we're feeling now, dear-we hated it to begin with."
"Sure is something now, though. Mmmm...you're just right for eating!"
"With some of those chilis they dish up?" Julia fondled one of the hot-crested breasts.
"Uh-uh-you're hot enough as it is!"
Sylvia's fingers slipped in the warm, abundant secretions being released bewteen Julia's soft thighs. Julia pressed her mouth avidly to Sylvia's, her upper leg lifting to rest on her hip, opening herself more to the loving fingers.
"Nice, sweetie?"
"Mm-gorgeous." Julia bent her head impulsively and pressed a burning kiss to the scented valley between Sylvia's breasts.
"Do it to me, darling," murmured Sylvia. "Frig me."
She gasped softly as Julia's hand stole between her thighs, long, slim fingers feeling delicately at the plump lips, middle finger sliding along the wet groove to find the pulsing clitoris.
The wo women frigged one another for a while, their mouths kissing wetly. Then Sylvia suddenly jerked and stiffened, stifling a little cry as she sagged against Julia.
"Darling-I-I.. .ooohh..."
Her hips jiggled wildly for a moment, then she went limp and Julia held her very close as she felt the increased moisture of her orgasm on her fingers. She pillowed the red-head on her breasts until the spasms had passed.
Then she felt the wet kisses covering her breasts and knew that Sylvia had by no means lost interest. She moaned her pleasure as Sylvia's mouth closed over each stiff, elongated nipple in turn, sucking, flicking her tongue tantalizingly at the sensitized peak until her breasts were two hungering mounds of passionate desire.
The head moved lower, kissing and nuzzling; a warm tongue-tip delved into her navel, then trailed wetly down to comb through the upper reaches of her pubic hair. She trembled, her thighs parting of their own volition. She heard Sylvia's murmur from way down the bed.
"May I go lower, darling-Iwant to kiss all of you."
"Do what you want to, Sylvia," she breathed.
The mouth and tongue moved down through the hair to stop at the junction of her parted thighs, directly over the clitoris.
"Yes, darling, there-oh, please-there," Julia suddenly burst out, her pelvis lifting.
Mouth and tongue foraged at her, penetrating the moist forest of Venus to get at her clitoris. It was licked to a throbbing, frantic erection and little stars spun and cascaded as her senses reeled, her heart hammering. Electric shocks pulsed up from her loins through her quaking belly, tingling through her breasts.
Sylvia's lips closed round the slippery clitoris and sucked it in, her tongue goading it. Julia sobbed her passion and clasped the head at her thighs as the pentup bubble of desire between her hips burst in a wrenching release, sending needle of ecstasy shooting through her body. Sylvia kept her mouth glued to her until she felt her relaxing, the clitoris going soft between her lips, before she let go and wriggled back to lie beside the panting Julia.
"Make you feel good, Julie?"
"Oh, Sylvie-it was heavenly."
"Still want to play? 'Cos I'm game!" Slyvia's hand wandered down Julia's back to stroke her bottom.
"So am I!" She wriggled as a finger traced with a feathery touch down the crease of her buttocks.
"Mmmm-that's nice." The finger went lower, the tip pressing gently at the entrance to her vagina. "Even nicer!"
Sylvia smiled in the darkness and patted the plump cheeks.
"You have a lovely bottom, sweetie."
"I rather like yours, too." Julia stroked the curve of one full, soft cheek.
"So long as you're not visualising it with red stripes across it!"
"Sylvia! Do I look like another Cynthia Briggs? I should hate to see any marks on you at all-punishment marks, that is."
"Moles and love-bites excepted, eh?" Sylvia chuckled. "Seriously, though-I know Cynthia would have gotten round to making us cane each other before long, the same as she made Lala and I cane each other."
"You don't think they'll do that here, do you?"
"Well -they had those two girls whipping each other tonight."
"I think that was something that got out of handthey would have stopped really using those whips if Hakim hadn't threatened them with a flogging."
"Yeah-they put the idea into his head, I guess. I hope it doesn't stay there! Supposing it did-would you whip me, honey?" Sylvia asked softly.
"No! Oh, Sylvie-I couldn't!"
"Suppose he threatened to flog you if you didn't?"
"Then he'd just have to flog me-I wouldn't whip you."
"And-and if he said he'd give us both a floggingwould 'you then?"
"No-I-oh, Syvia-twice you're brought the subject up again after you'd suggested we drop it. Don't tell me you want to be whipped!"
"No, honey-just loved. Morbid curiosity got me, that's all. C'mon, lovely-I'm feeling all sexy again."
She pushed the eager Julia on to her back and climbed on top of her, hugging her tightly as she kissed her lips.
"Ooooh-those lovely titties," she breathed as she pressed her own breasts down on Julia's. "Open your legs, honey-I'll make like a man."
Julia giggled and opened her legs to let Sylvia's hips sink between her thighs. Their pubic hair mingled crisply as mount was pressed on mount. Their hips pounded together as Sylvia moved energetically up and down and Julia lifted her loins to meet her. Their open mouths clung wetly, breasts rolling resiliently against breasts. Julia slid her hands down to the lushly curving bottom moving up and down on her, clasping the soft cheeks to pull her in.
They both gasped suddenly with the unexpected sensation as their mashing sexes jammed together and somehow the lips parted widely, allowing clitoris to slip against clitoris. Sylvia stopped moving so that they didn't lose contact, letting the two warm, slippery hubs pulse agains each other.
"Oh, Syvie," moaned Julia. "What -what a sensation!"
"Baby," whispered Sylvia, cautionsly moving her hips, both of them gasping again with the thrills that coursed outwards from the two stiff wet slivers of flesh.
Julia jerked her pelvis up eagerly, her fingers digging into Sylvia's buttocks to get her in closer.
"Steady, honey, or we'll lose contact. Just make it nice and slow-real slow."
They started to move again, their breaths catching as each bared clitoris slipped and slid against the other. Their lips met and clung softly, wetly, tongue resting against tongue as they moved their excited bodies, having to force themselves to move slowly.
"Oh, honey -I -can't hold out," moaned Sylvia against Julia's mouth. "I-I'm going to come, sweetie." The whisper was urgent and breathless. "Hold me now.. .now.. .ooohhh.. .naahhooww..."
Julia held the quivering, spending woman in her arms for only a moment, then the throbbing of the clitoris against her own pushed her over the edge into the seething maelstrom of orgasm and she clutched her tightly, locking her shaking legs over the backs of Sylvia's thighs.
"Jeepers! Was that something!" Sylvia rolled panting, from Julia's spent body.
"Marvellous-I've never felt anything like that before. It was so gorgeous I almost couldn't stand it. And we found it by sheer accident."
"Clitty to clitty-we must remember that."
"For as long as we're together, darling," Julia whispered sadly, wanting to bite her tongue off even as she said it.
"Aw, honey-did you have to bring that up?" "Sorry-it slipped out."
"Sylvia," came Margaret's voice from the next bed. "When we've-er-finished-hadn't we better get back to one per bed?"
"To hell with it-unless you want to get rid of Lala!"
"Oh, no," said Margaret quickly. "I was thinking about the guards in the morning."
"Afraid they'll get jealous? Julia's staying with me, aren't you, Julie?"
"Hm-hm."
"They can light out for their own beds early in the morning before the guards come in, anyway -I'm always awake."
"Well, so long as we don't get what Cynthia and Moolah got."
"I told you, honey-no love-bites or nail-marks and what have they got to kick about?"
"Sylvie," Julia whispered later. "Was it Lala who -who made love to you after your first caning?"
"That's a leading question, sweetie. Not jealous, are you?"
"No-I just thought it might be, that's all."
"It was Lala. That was one reason why I suggested she bed with Maggie-I figured she might start brooding over her first stripes, even though they weren't all that vicious, and Lala would know just what to do to make her forget them."
"Sylvie."
"Hm?"
"You're nice."
"I love you, too, sugar! G'night."