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Helena’s New Life Part 3 – Vacation in Santorini
Story:
A week had passed since The Wager. Helena was once a free woman. Now, she
was the slave of a spoiled English brat. Her parents got the letter and they
would never hear from Helena again.
Inside the plane, Helena sat next to her 13 year old Mistress. They were
going on vacation to Greece’s island of Santorini. Not many tourists go
there, despite all its beautiful scenario. As for their plane, it was
Sarah’s own private jet.
Helena wore an unbuttoned shirt. She also wore a skirt, with no panties. Her
long black hair, was now like a pony tail while Sarah’s Blonde hair was long
and loose. Sarah and Helena sat next to each other, with a table in front of
them and another batch of seats.
Sarah pulled the unbuttoned shirt a bit wider and so she could see her
ALTERATION on Helena. Helena’s dark nipples now had two silvery rings on
them. Sarah was fondling and twisting at the two nipple rings, making fun of
Helena, “It was meant to be. Brown Caucasians belong to white Caucasians.”
Sarah pulled the right nipple ring and Helena whinced and gave a small
scream. Sarah laughed. Her mistress was only 13 and was already so cruel.
“To forget her pain and attempt to make Sarah forget trying to do something
hurtful to her again, she tried changing the subject, “Brown Caucasian? I
don’t understand, mistress. I thought Caucasians are white”. Sarah pulled
Helena closer to her and then kissed her on the lips and then said, “You
silly Latin goose. I am a North European and of course, I am pale. I am also
Caucasian and that makes me white.”
“So what am I then?”, asked a Helena, who was starting to think that her
mistress was some anti South European Nordicist. “You, my dear, are also
Caucasian. But you’re not white”. Helena attempted to protest, “But I am
white”. Sarah shot her an aggressive look, “No, you’re not. You have nice
brown tan skin which we English women kill for…literally. You are brown but
yes, you can be considered white, on the basis that you are as Caucasian as
I am”.
“It works this way. You have brown gooks and you have white gooks. Whether a
gook is white or a gook is brown, a gook’s a gook, just like a pale
Caucasian and a tanned Caucasian is still a fucking European”, educated the
spoiled brat Sarah.
*******
After having landed in Santorini, they stayed in a hotel. The butler and the
chauffeur stayed in one room. Sarah and Helena had stayed in another room.
Helena had to pretend to be her own mistress’ mother.
During the day, they ate in a nice restaurant. Greek food. But it was night,
where Helena was dreading.
Once inside the room, Sarah smiled wickedly. “Take off your clothes”,
commanded Sarah. Helena responded obediently, “Yes mistress.” Helena took
off her shoes and all allowed her clothes to drop down on the floor. She
was naked and looked sexy. Sarah’s tongue was licking away. My God, Helena
thought. This English was a dyke.
“Now climb over the bed.”, commanded Sarah. Helena walked towards the bed
and was on top of it, on all fours. “Now, I want you to face down”,
commanded Sarah. Helena positioned herself, as if her body was facing the
surface of the nice Greek bed. “Stay in that position and don’t fucking move
an Italian muscle”, shouted Sarah.
Sarah opened one of her bags (that her servants brought with them). She took
out some cloths. Sarah walked towards the bed. She then tied a cloth, on
each ankle and each was tied to the separate bed posts, on the bottom of the
bed, the one that faced the mirror.
“You know what’s silly, Helena” said Sarah. “No mistress, I don’t know
what’s silly”, responded the enslaved Italian. “The Chinese always say,
never to have your bed face the mirror. Bad luck. But you think the owners
of these hotels listen. They never do”, bitterly said Sarah.
Sarah went back to her bed and Helena could hear some things that sounded
like metal or plastic. The bed was also a huge bed and even if Helena could
try playing David Copperfield, it wouldn’t really work.
When Sarah finally got what she wanted, Helena then felt that her right
hand’s wrist had just been cuffed, by something steely and cold. She was now
cuffed to the upper bed post, to her right. Sarah then walked to her left
and cuffed her left wrist, to the left upper post.
“There, that should keep you still, you Italian whore”, mocked Sarah. Sarah
always kept on walking towards her bag. The next time, she came back to
Helena, she put something on Helena’s mouth, by asking her, “Open those nice
big lip of yours”. Helena complied and next thing she knew, her mouth could
no longer talk, as it had a ball gag on it. She can’t scream for help, no
matter how painful this was going to get. She was only able to breathe and
moan.
Sarah then walked towards the window and opened it. “Nice cool air”,
remarked Sarah. As Sarah was still fully dressed comfortably, she wouldn’t
feel the chill. But for the tied up naked Helena, she could feel the air
cooling her naked body. Her nipples were already forced solid by her nipple
rings. Now her nipples really stiffened and the rings gave her breasts a
very icy feeling. She hated the cold.
But the worst was about to happen. Sarah got up on the bed, wearing some
comfortable nightie. On her hand, was a ping pong bat. She used the bat to
search the large, sexy fine brown ass of her Italian slave. “You have a sexy
tanned ass, Helena”, snickered Sarah.
With one whack. Helena’s head bopped up, making that OUCH sound in moan. It
hurt like Hell. Sarah could see the impact. The Ping Pong bat hits a buttock
and she sees it bobbing up and making that IMPACT made sound. Sarah
snickered as the helpless woman before her, was not able to move nor free
herself.
The Ping Pong Bat impacts and bounces of the ass of the enslaved Latin
woman. Her Italian tears flowed down those blue eyes. It was hurtful and
painful. A 13 year old girl doing this to her, was not only degrading but
purely evil.
Her ass was turning brightly red and was full of welts, bumps and was far
from looking like a fine piece of ass. Helena’s cries would only go as high
as a sexual moan. A painful sexual moan.
After hitting and turning the poor woman’s ass RED, Sarah then started
lapping her tongue away. As the English girl’s tongue was scanning and
feeling and tasting one of Southern Europe’s finest ass, Helena could not
stop crying/moaning and her body making hurted movements.
This was unending pain. Unlike the batting, where it was done every 10
seconds, this was cruelly continuous. The tears were flooding down the
pillow she was facing. Sarah loved tasting and licking something that tasted
like Pizza.
After lapping her tongue at the poor woman’s ass, she then stopped for a
while. She went to the room fridge and took out some ice cubes. She walked
over to the RED ASS and started working on it again.
The cold touch of the ice cube, really did a work. The bruised welted ass,
was now looking like it was going to turn black-and-blue. Helena’s pain
turned for the worst. Sarah just snickered, “Your beautiful ass is now truly
a masterpiece”.
After she used the ice cubes to scan her ass, she then took out a candle
stick and had it lighted. The end of the candle stick was slowly being stuck
inside Helena’s ass, like as if her ass was being rooted with the candle.
Sarah turned the lights off and used the candle light as a source of light.
The wax was dripping on the upper buttocks of Helena. The pain was too much
and in a matter of moments, she lost all consciousness.
As for Sarah, she was using Helena’s back, as a book stand, to read Harry
Potter and the Half Blood Prince. The candle light was bright enough, to
illuminate, so that Saah could feel being in the same world as Harry Potter.
The Italian woman lied there, like a defeated whale.
Sarah smiled and looked at her captive. She put the book down for a while
and went over to Helena’s back neck and kissed it, saying, “Good night
Helena. Mistress loves you, you know that”. She then was fondling her pony
tailed black hair.
(to be continued???)
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