Part 8
Aline and Melissa
Two weeks had passed since the Saturday morning Aline and I had spent at the
hotel pool. A number of things had happened since then.
The tourist that had confronted me rather aggressively at the pool had been
arrested later that afternoon. There had been a number of charges. The maid
cleaning his families' room had apparently found a somewhat large quantity of
illegal narcotics in their suitcases. This spurred a police investigation of his
credit history, which apparently included a number of unresolved fraud charges
for sizable amounts of money.
The entire family was taken into custody, father, mother, and beautiful
daughter. The daughter's name was Melissa, and she was 15 years old. During
their individual interviews that afternoon in the local police station, both the
mother and the father signed full confessions. Interviews of that nature were
always unpleasant for the "person of interest", but the laws had changed.
Lawyers did not have to be present, and the police had a great deal more
latitude in their methodology. The family's trial was held in private the
following day. They were found guilty. The parents were sentenced to death.
Because she was a minor, the court expressed leniency in sentencing the daughter
to life in prison.
The mother was quite attractive at 34, and was remanded to the custody of the
Captain of the police station. He was a personal friend of mine, and had been
personally involved in her interrogation. She was going to be trained to be a
servant in his home, and would spend her life serving him in any way he chose. I
was occasionally a guest at his house, and I anticipated that I would
occasionally use her when there. The father was sent to a state facility to
await execution.
I interceded on behalf of Melissa, and took her into my custody as her owner,
committing to take her into my household. I left her in jail for a couple of
days, in order that she could get a complete physical, be prepped physically,
and receive a minor amount of counseling and video training on some of what
would be deemed proper behavior for her in her new life. After which I had her
sent directly to my main house, where she was currently situated.
I spent another day and a half at the hotel, training and using Aline. She was
proving to be an extremely enthusiastic little girl, especially taking into
consideration that she had spent her entire life up until this weekend, all 22
years, avoiding any sex at all. Now, she not only allowed herself to used in any
way at all, she asked for it, and performed with complete abandon. She allowed
herself to be beaten repeatedly, and bruised deeply, and professed her love for
me with sincerity after the beating. She allowed herself to be paraded in
public, sometimes completely exposed. She allowed herself to be given to other
men in public, at my direction, and still she professed her deep love for me.
The particularly compelling thing for me was that I inversely, began to develop
feelings for Aline. Not monogamous feelings by any means, but strong feelings of
perhaps some kind of possession. In these type of situations, it is always a
little confusing to me who actually posseses who. Clearly, I was in the
ownership position, but my feelings of need of contact sometimes conflicted with
my feelings of ownership. It seemed like I only made contact at the times I was
asserting my ownership.
That morning at the pool I had allowed Aline to be used in the cabana I kept at
poolside. One of my friends was there with a couple of girls that he made
available to me in his cabana at the same time. The girls were 17 years old,
identical twins. They were both 5'6", and extremely thin, 105 lbs. They had
A-cup breasts, and were about to be surgically altered to D-cups. I put them
through their paces together, inspecting them thoroughly, using them each in all
three of their holes, after deeply lubricating their rectums. I ultimately came
in the rectum of one as she knelt on her knees and elbows in front of me, while
her sister tongued my ass from behind me, also on her knees. I didn't punish
them at all. Our proximity to the poolside would have made it just too obvious.
The sounds of the people at the pool, just a couple of feet from the cabana did
add a certain excitement to the sex.
Aline told me later that my friend had also extensively lubricated her rectum
with a couple of fingers before using her anally. It was his primary area of
focus. He had spent a little over a half hour "plowing in her fragrant field".
She did have finger marks on the side of her face that made me ask her what had
happened. She told me that as soon as she had gone into the cabana with him he
had closed the door, and ordered her out of her bikini. She complied and stood
in front of him completely naked. He then grabbed the skin under her chin,
pinching it between his thumb and fist, and lifted her up by it onto her toes,
very close to his face. He told her that she had best be a very good little
girl, or she would be very sorry. He asked her if she understood, and she
squeeled, "Yes, Sir". In one motion with his hand holding her up by her chin, he
released her and slapped her once on the side of her face, leaving the finger
marks I had asked her about. I made a mental note to speak to him about this. It
wasn't that I objected to him hitting Aline or even leaving physical marks. I
objected to him doing this to my property without first getting my permission.
That evening I took Aline to a private club that was also adjacent to the hotel.
It was a Saturday night, and there were a number of men there with the girls
that they owned. Aline was dressed in the same cocktail dress and shoes she had
worn the night before. I had sent the dress out to be cleaned and pressed that
day, and she looked as ravishing as she had the night before. We sat in a
banquette together facing the dance floor. She was careful to lift her skirt as
she sat, in order to be sure that her bare ass made direct contact with the
leather of the banquette. As we sat together, I immediately lifted the front of
her skirt above her waist under the table. I intermittently put my hand between
her upper thighs and fingered the clean, shaved lips of her vagina throughout
the entire meal.
After the meal we moved to a more private "smoking room" that was a part of the
club. There were a number of leather lounge chairs and sofas in this room. I
would estimate that it could probably accommodate 40 people comfortably. Tonight
was to be a special night in the "smoking room". It was fellatio night, and of
course was by invitation only. There were 5 men like myself, with girls that
were their property. The girls ranged in age from 17 to perhaps 25. There were
also another 20 young men that had been informally invited into the club as
junior members. They were between 25 and 40. Additionally there were a couple of
Matrons from the remote jail attached to the hotel. I sat in a lounge chair and
had Aline kneeling at my feet in front of me, facing outward. I had not told her
what to expect, and she, knowing something was going to happen, was a bit
nervous. One of my friends Mathew, who was acting as Master of Ceremonies for
the evening walked to the front of the room and said aloud, "Could we please
have all the girls come up to the front of the room?"
Aline loked at me questioningly for a moment. I leaned forward and gently nudged
her up and forward. As she rose I patted her on the bottom, and I whispered,
"You are to do everything you are told." She walked to the front of the room and
stood next to the other 4 girls as they faced the 25 men. Loudly enough for
everyone to hear Mathew asked them to undress. Thirty seconds later all 5 girls
were completely nude. With a motion from Mathew, one Matron gathered up all 5
sets of dresses and shoes, while the other matron quickly attached blinfolds,
leather collars, and handcuffs to each girl. Looking at Aline standing in this
line naked, blindfolded, collared, with her hands cuffed in front of her, trying
not tremble, was extremely arousing to me.
Mathew invited all of the men to the front of the room while he spoke. The girls
were instructed to remain standing at cuffed attention, and were not to move.
The men had the freedom to explore the girl's bodies with their hands. Every
girl had at least three men anonymously exploring her body simultaneously. I
stood a few feet and watched Aline. She was occupied by four men. The two in
front of her were each caressing a breast. Additionally one had his other hand
between her legs with at least one, and more probably two fingers completely
buried in her vagina. The other two men were behind her giving her ass cheeks
it's rightful attention. They spoke to one another in low tones about it's
perfection, as one of them prodded at least one finger deeply into her rectum.
She was fighting the need to squirm, as one of the men held her frimly from
behind by her arm. One of the guys in front held her other arm.
Mathew said out loud, "Now then, everybody knows this is Fellatio Night at the
club. Our junior members are without girls, as guests of our vested members. The
girls will perform fellatio for every member, as often as requested. The evening
will not end until every member, Junior and Vested is completely sated. While
the evening is strictly limited to fellatio, any member may choose to discipline
a girl at any time with an over the knee spanking, limited to 50 whacks. More
than 50 whacks from any member for one individual girl requires permission from
her owner. Bear in mind that this could total hundreds of whacks for each girl,
if each of you spank her, so please be prudent. As the matron passes you with
the box of numbers please take one. That will govern the first round this
evening. After the first round, feel free to take as many other turns with any
girl you wish, as they are available. I have noticed that these girls have
lovely mouths. All of them have round, incredibly spankable asses. Enjoy them
fully."
A matron came past me with the box, and I drew number 9. As all the numbers were
drawn, one of the matrons came to the front of the room and said, "Will the
gentlemen with number one please indentify himself and choose a girl?" An
unaccompanied man of perhaps 35 stepped forward and chose an 18 year old, and
led her to a lounge area. As she stood in front of him to be inspected before
dropping to her knees, I noticed that Aline was chosen second, by a young man
of perhaps 25. I would guess his height to have been 6'7", and recognized him as
a professional basketball player. He led her to another chair, and had her sit
on his lap so that he could play with her for a couple minutes before she began
to perform. Within three minutes all five girls were chosen, and occupied in a
lounge area with a man. I went to get a drink, and came back to the area in
which Aline was kneeling between the huge legs of the basketball player. She was
absorbed in her first of many acts of fellatio of her evening. Because she was
blindfolded, I don't think she had any real idea of the size of the man she
performing for initially. She may have gotten some sense of it from the size of
his hands as he guided her to the lounge area, and subsequently explored her
body fully. But I don't think it really hit her until she was on her knees with
his cock down her throat gagging her, feeling with her hands that his cock was
only partially inside her. Obviously this was because he was a giant, and his
cock was over 11 inches long. Just as difficult, it was over 2 1/2 inches thick,
causing the narrow part of her throat to stretch to the point it had to feel
like it would tear, as he aggressively tried to fully invade her throat. With
about two inches left she began to choke uncontrollably. He allowed her head up
for a moment in order for her to take a breath, and immediately forced it back
down. Still, she could not take it all.
The giant lost his patience. He lifted her head by her hair, and in one motion
lifted her effortlessly over his knees. With a thick Serbian accent, he said
"Perhaps a massage of your bottom will help relax your throat." With that he
lifted his arm and brought his hand down on her ass with immense force. The
whack was as hard and as painful as any whack I had given Aline with a paddle!
It was certainly confirmed in the way she screamed and apologized. He
immediatley gave her another, and she screamed and begged to try to suck again,
promising to do better. Her begging was to no avail. The giant was committed to
giving her a full 50, telling her again that this massage would certainly help
her relax her throat muscles! Aline shrieked after every whack. By 5 she was
sobbing uncontrollably, with her tears running out through the blinfold. He paid
attention not just to her ass, but also to her thighs, all the way down to her
knees, bruising her completely. After 5 minutes, it was over. He gave her a
couple of minutes to catch her breath while he admired his handywork. She kept
begging to try again, and he put her back onto her knees to do so. Somehow, with
a gulp that was audible across the room, she took the whole thing into her mouth
and down her throat. The giant smiled with his success, and continued to control
her head with his hand firmly holding her hair, as he forced himself all the way
in, with a repetitive loud gulp on her part, and withdrew, only to repeat the
process immediately. The sight of Aline doing this on her knees, as I looked at
her badly bruised ass, while her mouth was being ravished, filled me with anger
and desire at the same time.
Finally the Giant climaxed. I don't know how much, but watching Aline struggle
to gulp it down in 6 long gulps, without losing any was spellbinding to me and
the other 10 men that had gathered to watch this astonishing display. At that
moment, the matron called my number. I was tempted to use it for Aline, if for
no other reason to see if the small of her throat had really been stretched, but
instead pulled myself away. I chose a very small, very young Asian girl, just
completing her first task on the other side of the room. She was 17, and 4'10".
I'd guess her weight at 85 lbs.
I sat in the chair that had previously been occupied by a 30 year old man. He
smiled and said that she was exceptional, one of the best mouths and throats
he'd ever experienced. He said her throat had a massage quality, and that I
shouldn't miss it. The girl meanwhile kept her blindfolded head turned toward
the floor, awaiting my pleasure. I stroked the side of her face gently with my
hand. I took her face in both my hands and kissed her on the forehead, and using
my hands like that lifted her up by her head, and put her across my lap. Her ass
was truly a work of art. Four or five men walked over as I stroked her ass in
anticipation of the spanking I was about to give her. I lifted my hand. By ten
whacks, she was sobbing. At 25 she was begging me to stop. I gave the the full
50. I let her rest for a few minutes as I rubbed her red little ass, and then
put her back onto her knees to perform for me. She heard the zipper, as I opened
my pants to release my fully engorged cock, and she opened her mouth in
anticipation as I brought her head forward. The other man had described her
accurately! She had amazing skills, especially for a girl her size. When I was
buried in her throat, she was able to move her head around in such a way that
actually did massage my cock. She continued to rotate it in and out in that
circular motion until I exploded in her mouth. She never missed a beat with her
swallowing. I wasn't sure who had trained her, but I was very impressed.
From the other side of the room, I heard a bunch of men cheering, and looked
over to see them around the spot where Aline was on her knees sucking off a 70
year old man named Harry. Obviously, Harry owned another girl performing
tonight, and rarely missed these functions. For some reason he needed to
constantly display his not inconsiderable prowess. As he exploded into Aline's
mouth, and 5 men cheered him on, I wondered if Aline had any idea that she was
sucking a man more that three times her age. The men applauded. Harry stood up,
bowed, and yielded to the man holding ticket number 17. He sat down and unzipped
his pants. I suppose Aline heard the sound and recognized it, because she
immediately open her mouth. He brought her forward, and she began sucking her
third cock of the evening. This was going to be a strange night for her. Two
days ago, she had been a complete virgin. Never been fucked. Now she was going
to suck at least 10 different men in one night, maybe more. It would be a
violation of her mouth that she had never imagined as even an abstract
possibility for herself two days earlier. And now, it was her reality.
This part of the night started at 9:00P.M. and lasted until 1:00 in the morning.
The first five men Aline performed fellatio for lasted about 10 minutes each.
They each came prodigiously, as it was their first orgasm of the night.Three of
them spanked her. I think that for each of them, it was foreplay more than
anger. The next six men were getting their second blowjob of the night, and
therefore took longer to climax. Each man lasted at least 15 minutes. After deep
throating each one, her throat had to be incredibly sore! Four of them spanked
her. In total, she got 350 whacks, and was badly bruised. I was in the last
group of six that used her, and I am sure that after sucking off a total of
eight men with a blindfold on, she was so desensitized that she had no idea that
it was me in the small of her throat. Just the same, she was incredibly
attentive in the blowjob she performed. She was well aware that it could turn
into an ass blistering spanking without warning, and was more likely to do so if
her performance lacked enthusiasm or attention in any aspect. Her hands, cuffed
in front of her, cupped and massaged my balls as she worshipped my cock with her
mouth. After swallowing my cum, and having my cock removed from her mouth, in a
voice that was little more than a whisper, she said, "Thank you, Sir, for
allowing me to suck you." All this without any idea of whom she had just
performed this intimate act for.
At 1:00 A.M. all 5 girls were allowed to dress, and were placed back into the
custody of their owners. I took Aline back to my suite, and had her brush her
teeth and rinse her mouth out thoroughly. I ordered her to undress, and she did.
I handcuffed her, and took her over my knee. She winced as she awaited the abuse
on her already abused bare bottom. It never came. Instead I put a latex glove
on. I squeezed a liberal amount of KY into a Dixie cup, lubricated 2 fingers,
and proceeded to ream her asshole with them. While I did this, she kissed the
lower part of my leg that her mouth was facing as she was over my lap. She held
my leg with her cuffed hands, and kissed it passionately, professing her love
for me. After 10 minutes of this, I put her face down on the bed, with a pillow
under her hips. I left the handcuffs on, and took my preferred position on top
of her from behind. I spent the entire next hour sodomizing her, sawing in and
out of her while she kissed my arms in front of her face. She repeated that she
loved me, and I kissed her on the side of her face from behind until I came
inside of her rectum. Without saying a word, I withdrew from her, and rolled
over onto my back. She knelt between my legs, and sucked me clean. After 5
minutes she came off my cock without throwing up, put her head on my chest, and
fell asleep. I immediately followed her into sleep.
The following day I took Aline into my household. My limo picked us up at the
hotel in the middle of the morning for the twenty minute drive to my main home.
This house was somewhat secluded on a road accessed island. This was one of a
number of islands like it, in the middle of the bay, in the tropical city in
which I reside. My house was a little bit larger then the average house.
Actually it was more of a compound. The main house had 12 bedrooms and 20
bathrooms. Three of the bedrooms, including my own, were large suites, with two
full bathrooms and at least one extra sitting room. My suite had a few extra
rooms, office, special room, sitting room, etc. There was a very large living
room in which I entertained, and a very large dining room which was used
regularly. There were other rooms: billiard, kitchen, video, casual dining,
library, etc, all of which contributed to the ambience of the house. There was
also a large pool and three additional guest houses.The one additional house
that was a bit unusual was reserved strictly for discipline. There was a boat
dock, but I did not keep my boat there, because it would have blocked a
beautiful view. The entire compound was on the bay with a lovely view of the
city, and it was of course, walled of from the rest of the island, on which
there were seven similar compounds.
With the addition of Aline and Melissa, I now had 12 girls in this compound. In
the near future I would probably sell two of them off, as wives or concubines.
The girls each shared a room with another girl. Each girl's room was a large
room that I had intentionally had decorated to be a frilly, lacey type room,
primarily done in pink and white lace. It was the type of room in which you
would typically expect to find an affluent, spoiled 12 year old girl. It was
filled with stuffed animals on shelves, on the dressers, and on the king sized
bed, which the two girls shared. Generally the girls sharing the bed became very
close to each other. Disagreements were usually settled by me or the housemother
in the disciple house, or one of the three special rooms that were also in the
main house. After a disagreement was settled, the girls almost always never
argued again.
I assigned Aline and Melissa to the same same room. I told Aline that I wanted
her to assume a big sister role with Melissa, giving her as much advice as
possible, showing her every "how to" video in my collection. I told her that I
was holding her personally responsible for Melissa's development, as well as her
own. Melissa was delivered to me that same day. I had the housemother bring her
with Aline to my office, which was attached to my personal suite. Melissa was
dressed in the same thong bikini she had worn two days earlier at the hotel
pool. She also wore a pair of sandals. Her hands were cuffed in front of her.
Aline wore a tight, white, skimpy T shirt that ended above her navel, tight
white bikini panties, and white ankle socks. Her arms were at her side. The
housemouther, all of 30 years old herself, carried a 20 inch long wooden paddle
attached to a leather thong, just to make a point to the girls. I walked over to
Melissa, who had her head down slightly, and took the sides of her face in my
hands, gently lifting it up to look at me. She was such a tiny, little thing at
5 feet tall! I kissed her gently on the lips, and then on the forehead, and
welcomed her to my home. She looked up at me and said, "Thank you, Sir. I'm
going to be a good girl."
I smiled at her, and said, "I know you are.", and then kissed her again on the
lips. Her mouth opened slightly in order to invite the entry of my tongue. I
deferred entering her mouth at all until later, and instead slowly and gently
hugged her to me, slowly bringing my hands down to cup the cheeks of her exposed
bottom. I couldn't believe that her father had allowed her to wear this thong in
public. I rubbed her bottom for a couple of minutes, kissing the side of her
face as I hugged her. Then I released her and introduced her to Aline. I told
her that Aline was going to be her room-mate, and that she should regard her as
her big sister. I told her that she should learn from Aline, and listen to
everything Aline told her to do. I told her that if she and Aline didn't get
along the housemother would resolve it for her. The housemother stepped forward
and rubbed her paddle on Melissa's bottom, and told her in a soft voice that she
was very good at conflict resolution. Melissa's legs trembled slightly.
Obviously she had seen at least one paddling video in the jail the day before.
She repeated that she would be a good girl. I went to Aline and gave her a kiss,
putting my hands into the back of her panties, and squeezing her soft, bruised
bottom. I noticed Melissa staring at the bruises on the back of Aline's thighs,
certainly knowing that all too soon, her own legs and buttocks would bear the
same decoration.
I let them go, telling them that I would look in on them in a couple of days,
and that I hoped to get a good report on their behavior and progress. I asked
the housemother to release Melissa's handcuffs, and to get them both completely
situated in their room. I told her that I would be out for the entire evening
again, because I was going to be spending the night at the MacBeth Academy for
girls, where I kept another dozen girls. That however, is a story for another
day.
