THE ESCORT

THE ESCORT

A multi Chapter Story

       Signing with an exclusive escort service, almost immediately afterwards offered an extended three month tour arranged for cruise ships specializing in wealthy clients in the Middle East, Amy eagerly accepts… With visions of wealth in her head.   Transportation arranged as part of the initial agreement binding her to the contract, immediately upon arrival her unexpectedly short, harried training regiment takes on a darker, sinister cast as she’s forced the first couple of days to observe other girls performing duties that will also soon be expected of her, and what happens if performance isn’t acceptable.

       To her shock, she realizes too late that her employment’s actually rather far reaching.  Not just escorting, nor even occasional consensual sex, not even something bordering on kinky, it dwells seriously into the white slavery market and more, into hardcore Sadomasochism.  A slyly added second page she haphazardly signed, shuffled in with a multitude of mundane releases and agreements involving her tour when she initially arrived onboard has made her commitment not just an agreement but more of an iron clad contract, and legally signed in  that jurisdiction.  The contents virtually cast her in the least as a subservient sex slave to the company, to function as a source of pleasure at the discretion of the passengers and crew of the exclusive liner.

       The conditions of the contract legally binding both civilly and criminally in that corner of the world, not only is she committed for the three month series of cruises, but the fine print allows the contract to roll over virtually indefinitely, based on one’s performance evaluations, as determined by the employer.  Any arbitration as to the contents of the contract is also binding as final, with the judgment the sole discretion of the parent company.

       The wide guidelines of the one sided contract even includes a long list of rules to be strictly adhered to.  One, an appendage for a dress code, extends to agreeing to be naked at any given time at the company’s pleasure.  Another appendage involving discipline allows a wide range of punishments at the company’s discretion to correct any unsatisfactory performances.   From monetary fines that can amount to more then one’s actual salary, it ranges to include the corporal use of the cane for even minor offences.  More severe offences allow for actual imprisonment, and even up to a series of torturous discipline sessions.  Summed up, basically, her body’s no longer hers during the course of her open ended employment as a submissive sex slave, and worse.

Chapter One…  Auctioned

       Training sessions completed, prepared and placed on display, Amy stands toward the center of several other young women, the position always reserved for the cream of the crop.  Positioned across the narrow ledge in front of the ship’s railing overlooking the top deck from a walkway, they’re all nude.  Of multi nationalities, the women are all fresh employees of the same world wide agency that hired her.  Awaiting her first turn at being auctioned, besides five inch, white patent leather stiletto heels, she’s virtually naked with just a double looped white strand of pearls around her neck and a pair of white laced fingerless gloves exposing the bright red nail polish on her manicured fingers.

       Apprehensively staring out from above the milling crowd of onlookers through her sky blue eyes, she strikes the pose she’s been forced to exhaustedly rehearse over and over.  Make up impeccable, her brushed out highlighted blondish hair cascades down just below her arched back shoulders, the snipped even ends fluttering across the outer curves of her widely spread, thrust out breasts.  The puffy mounds of her silver dollar sized areolas, just a couple shades darker then the rest of her evenly tanned naked body, stand straight out like bullets from her melon sized symmetrical globes, the nubs of her nipples thick and hard.

       Glancing out above the crowd of mostly Arabic, Middle Easterners, most with headdresses, fabrics, turbans blocking the rays of the scorching sun, she realizes the warmth across her bare flesh is rapidly spreading as she’s forced to await her turn.  Her right breast jaunting outward a tad further then her left as her torso slightly twists, the taut side of her waist curves inward above her left hip as her buttocks thrusts seductively back.  The brilliant light of the high Arabian Sea sun shining down from the clear blue cloudless sky reflects off the upper curves of her reddening breasts, casting shadows from just beneath her hardened nipples, leaving her unblemished bare flesh beneath her quivering melons in the shade, highlighting the indentations of her upper ribcage.

       The dark, oval indentation of the hollow of her bellybutton’s surrounded by the very faintest of; almost silky traces of fine delicate hair just above her evenly shortly trimmed pubic hair.  Forming a perfect ‘V’ on her pubic mound leading toward the couple inch wide slit separating her athletic thighs; the cropped patch covers to just above the twin puffy folds of her bare labia.  As her flattened stomach slopes, gently flexing with each breath, she holds her head upward, her chin barely quivering as her jaw remains firm.

       Sensing the auctioneer pacing along the other side of the ship’s white railings stepping closer, reaching back with her left hand, she nervously grips one of the lower rails.  Having been exposed to the process of the program a couple times already, been forced to observe the auctions during the course of her initial training, her nightmare’s even more humiliating, degrading then she could have imagined.  The rules of the auction are few and plain enough to understand for the auctioned participants.  The first, to stare straight ahead, make no eye contact with any of the other participants regardless of the situation.  Second, do exactly as ordered, without hesitation, no matter the pain or humiliation, and respond with an assertive ‘Sir’ after every demand.  Again, the rules are simple, but she already knows all to well that any deviation is handled in the severest of manners.

       A couple quick auctions already completed, her eyes remain forward as he approaches the girl to her left.  “Push those titties out further then that girly!”  She hears him addressing the young, reddish haired woman next to her, sternly whispering in his broken but understandable English as he cups the mike in the palm of his hand.  “Show ‘em off good and proper while they bid!... And spread that pussy some more too, understand?”

       Obediently nodding while automatically thrusting her chest even further outward, the obviously nervous woman faintly moves her lips as she continues holding her head straight forward while noticeably squatting, parting her thighs just a smidgeon more.  Quickly glancing back through the corner of her eye, she whispers.  “Yes… Yes Sir!... I understand Sir!

       Giving an approving nod, glancing over the group collecting several feet below her, he taps the mike.  “Okay!”  Again with his accent he addresses the intent onlookers mixed with bidders.  “Here’s one I know you’ve been waiting for… She’s been up here a few times already!...  From the UK… By all accounts, she performs admiringly… As expected since she’s learned the rules the hard way.”  Glancing over the girl’s shoulder, grabbing across her left shoulder, he grips her left breast toward its base, giving a firm squeeze.

       Continuing to appear stoic, obviously having learned the consequences of even the slightest of indiscretions, she continues staring straight forward above the group as his fingernails dig into the firm flesh of her swelling globe.  His hand tugging, she follows as she allows her breast to be twisted out from her chest, her nipple bulging between his fingers and thumb as he harshly twists. Unable to resist, Amy quickly glances over from the corner of her eye, barely catching a glimpse of the girl’s bare breast for just an instant, the faint whip marks still visible from a corrections session.

       “This cunt likes it rough!... Don’t you cunt?”  He rasps through the mike as he gives another twist of his hand while leaning over her shoulder.  “I said… Don’t you like it rough… even when you’re being fucked, huh?”

       Her eyes noticeably watering, she jerks her head harshly in the affirmative as the mike’s slipped under her chin, her breast bulging under his tightening grip.  “Yes… Yes Sir… I… I like it rough… Sir!”

       Twisting harder, forcing her to arch backwards as her breast’s stretched, he grunts in her ear.  “What?... What’s that you answered, bitch?”

       Biting her lip, her breast twisting between his thick fingers and thumbnail, in an obviously painful voice she realizes her mistake as she whines.  “I… I said… I said this cunt… This cunt likes it rough when she’s fucked… Sir!”

       “Yes… That’s what I thought!”  He rasps over the mike with a sadistic smile as he glances over the onlookers.  “She likes it rough!”  Releasing her breast, cupping the mike in both hands, he glances from one side of the group to the other.  “Okay… Let’s start the bidding for her companionship until tomorrow… What’s my bid to start it?”

       Knowing her turn’s next, keeping her eyes focused straight ahead, above the collecting group of dark skinned men in mixed garb, gathering, gawking up toward her nude body from a few feet below, she tries to block the sounds of the insults, of the degrading manipulations of the girl’s naked body next to her.  Continuing to grip the rail with her left hand, she awaits her turn as the bartering after just a few animated bids winds down, all too quickly ends.

       “Okay… Amy, your turn!”  She hears his dreaded whisper in her left ear as he leans toward the rail, slides his hand across her left hand gripping the rail.  “Grab the rail with your other hand behind you… Push those titties out for the bidders… Lean out over them… I need you to make me some money!”

       Feeling the warmth spreading across her face, not just from the heat of the sun, she realizes all the attentions now on her as she obeys.  Gripping the other side of the rail and leaning forward, she catches a glimpse of the girl just auctioned off being lifted across the same rail and led away.  Again staring forward as her shoulders thrust back, her breasts jaunt outward from her chest as her abs ripple with each slow breath, the pit of her stomach rumbling.

       “Spread… Show that pussy, girl!”  She hears his broken English in her ear, smells the sour, garlic odor of his breath across her neck.

       Sliding her stilettos apart, her ankles scrapping across the bottom rail, her breasts bounce, sway as she continues to stare forward, still catching the swarming group below her as they attempt to position themselves for their best views of her naked body, especially between her spread thighs and thrust out breasts.

       “This is Amy… A blond American slut!... Her first time up here.”  She hears his voice, the echo of the microphone.  “Big titties, tight pussy… Loves to fuck… Huh, Amy?”

       Feeling the microphone slipped across the top of her chest, up toward her mouth, she glances down toward it.  Feeling his hand groping her right butt cheek, painfully pinching the bare flesh, she squeals through her embarrassment.

       “Oomph!...  Yes… I… I like to fuck…… Sir!”  She humiliatingly answers, barely remembering to say ‘Sir’ as her naked body arches above the crowd, the lewd comments rippling through the group as her face turns a deeper shade of red.

       “Okay… What’s the bid?… Remember, this is her first time with us as an escort… You get to break her in!”  She hears the echo of the speakers around the deck, his voice auctioning her off as even more men press beneath her.  “Shake those titties… Make ‘em dance for the bidders!”  Again the surreal orders resonate from his voice rasping right next to her ear, to the delayed echoes of the speakers around the deck.

       Feeling her hands being gripped, slid closer together behind her, her shoulders bowing even further back, she begins twisting her torso, swaying her firm breasts gently back and forth above the enthralled onlookers.  Her nipples jiggling out from her glistening perspiring melons under the noon day sun, she can feel the stinging burn of her nude flesh, even with the all over built up tan already accumulated in advance.

       “Thrust that pussy out, flex your hips… Give ‘em a nice enticing dance, or your tits will be raw from the lash later, girl!”  She hears his sinister threat.  Having witnessed discipline sessions on other girls as part of her training, heart pounding, she immediately obeys as she blocks out the crowd below her, stares transfixed toward the barely discernable open sea meeting the high blue sky on the horizon.

       Hips gyrating, breasts swaying, her nude body erotically flexes above the group as she feels her hair gently fluttering in the breeze across her shoulders, its ruffled tips brushing across her shimmering nipples.  Letting her mouth part, eyes squint, she glides her tongue across her dry lips, moistening them with the flicking tip as she forces herself to show enthusiasm, again fearing the unacceptable consequences as she does a scaled down impromptu version of a pole dance from her wet t-shirt days.

       “What’s my bid?... What’s my bid for this fuckmeat?… For the pleasure of her orifices… For the privilege of using any part of her for your deepest desires.”  His voice rasps across the deck as the multiple bids ring out in Arabic, English, and a couple other languages as her forced alluring display continues to mount.  “What’s my bid for this American sex slave?... To have… Control… Use as you wish?”

       The bidding spreading, animated, it continues to heat up as the auctioneer probes her hips with his thumb, rasps in her ear as her sweating body continues to contort dangerously close to the edge of the ledge.  “Keep doing that… Entice them girl!... Make them want you even more!”  Glancing over the intrigued group, sensing the chance for a big payday as her naked body glistens as it slowly but seductively contorts under the hot sun, he blurts through the mike.  “Corporal punishment!... The highest bidder will be allowed to let her bare butt taste the crop by your own hand!”  Leaning, whispering toward her ear he orders.  “Twist girl… Show that ass and wiggle it out there for them all to see!”  Turning, twisting her head sideways as she again grips the rail, she follows his orders, her legs spread, her hips flexing as she slowly squats.

       The constant buzz of the group expands as the vocal bids instantly mount appreciatively, even as fewer players remain.  Reaching a crescendo, he palms the mike, rasps beside her ear. “You can be proud, girl… This is already one of the highest bids ever… Especially for a new whore!... Keep moving!... Today, you make me wealthy!”

       Several more rapidly escalating bids and it becomes obvious the auction has narrowed down to two wealthy bidders, both dark robed and turbaned… And relentless.  The auctioneer places his hand on Amy’s shoulder, smiles as he whispers while he leans toward the rail.  “Stop… Stop, hold still, girl, today’s my fortunate day!”  Glancing from one to the other, recognizing both as high rollers, he motions them forward.  The crowd parting between them, he awaits their presence directly below and in front of her quivering body.

       “For a whole week… Not just today… She’s yours…  To the highest bidder… But, it must be generous!”  He excitedly rasps down toward the pair as he cups his free hand across the damp flesh of her firm left breast, bouncing it playfully up and down.  “To do with as you please sexually… And more!”  He continues as he almost gently backhands her across her breast, flattening her engorged nipple.  “Now, who really wants this American to do with as he pleases?... Which one of you?””

       Silence spreads across the deck as the crowd’s caught up in the moment.  The pair of men glances toward one another, toward Amy’s glistening, naked body above them as she now stands motionless after turning back around, now at the end of the row of the remaining other naked girls, all silently staring straight ahead.  Hesitantly contemplating their upcoming offers, the auctioneer glances from one to the other.

       Dropping the mike, reaching around and gripping, melding Amy’s breasts, he adds.  “For the right price these are yours to use and abuse as you wish… Your imagination and manual guidelines virtually your only boundary!” 

       Franticly listening, unable to block the thoughts of the dire consequences of the heightening stakes, she fears the severity of her predicament, practically ignoring her bare breasts being manipulated as she twists naked above the crowded deck, also disregarding the many eyes of the other men focused on her.  Glancing down toward the pair of bidders, talking, nodding, spreading their hands from their sleeved robes as they barter, Amy feels herself being pulled backward toward the rail by her gripped breasts, her back bowing across the hard curved metal.

       “You’ve served your purpose already!”  He whispers hoarsely in her ear, again the odor of garlic strong, bitter.  “Your first day and my commission for your auction have made my wages for the voyage!”  Glancing down, smiling toward the two men, he gets the affirmative nod from the bearded, older of the pair, signaling up with his fingers straightening, flexing on his exposed hand.  Releasing Amy, the auctioneer turns toward his group of servants.

       A matter of moments and feeling herself pulled backwards by her arms, Amy’s rolled across the railing.  Finding herself in the grip of a couple of the auctioneer’s white robed servants, one grabbing and cuffing her wrists, the other fastens a black leather chocker around her neck, above the strands of pearls.  Quickly fastening the cuffs to the rear of the choker, her white gloved hands crisscross her arched back, her nipples pointing apart on her up thrust breasts as she’s led carefully across the walkway in her stilettos as the auctioneer’s voice is already booming from the loud speakers as he shows the next girl.

       Fearing to speak, feeling the ominous atmosphere of being shackled with her arms behind her back, she’s led from the walkway through the heavily occupied corridor.  The servants behind on either side press her along; her shoulders brushing against and through the crowd of men as more then a few intentionally make contact with her naked body, especially her unprotected breasts and hips.  Keeping her head lowered, staring toward the floor, she senses somewhat of a relief as she presses past the crowd, approaches an elevator, the door open.

       Forced to face toward the rear as a handful of men step forward making room, the doors closes as the elevator jerks into motion.  Feeling the hands of the servants groping her buttocks, sliding between her thighs, fingers squeezing, melding the base of her breasts, tugging her against the elevator’s wall as her breasts are pressed, flattened against the warm stainless steel, she continues to remain silent, face the occupancy limit sign on the semi-mirrored surface as the servants have their short moments of pleasure with her.  As a tip of a finger scrapes across, pushes past the sphincter of the rim of her anus, the door opens.  Twisted around, the outlines of her breasts, even smudges of her nipples are left in sticky outlines from her perspiration on the shinny metal.  The hand removed from between her thighs, she’s roughly pushed from the elevator, behind the rest of the occupants exiting into another hallway, with the button pushed holding the door open.

       Led across the plush carpet as several men mill about watching with interest while admiring her naked body, she’s stood in front of a double door as a servant has her stand a couple or so feet back.  The other shoving her backside, straightening her legs and back almost causing her to tiptoe in her stilettos, her breasts and left cheek flatten against the right side door as she arches forward.  Lifting, stretching one breast while working the other, her nipples are forced to poke toward her sides with her sternum pressing against the door between her flattened melons as the pearls around her neck bunch up against the chocker collar.  Turning back through the collecting onlookers toward the elevator, the servants snicker, the doors still opened for them to enter.  As the elevator doors begin closing, she hears the faint order.  “You’re probably being watched… Stay there… Don’t move your feet until you’re allowed to enter… Be careful not to fall!......

       Glancing up toward the camera pointing downward from the ceiling as her hands twist behind her neck, realizing it’s focused on her, she maintains her stance, even as red faced, humiliated, she holds the attention of more then few onlookers still milling around her.  Struggling not to fall, leery of trying to straighten up, she allows her weight to continue to press against the door with her clammy chest, breasts flattened, slowly scraping downward across the sticking varnished wood as she tries her best to ignore the stares.  Knowing the punishing rules, not wanting to face being disciplined the time slowly passes as her chest begins to burn from the fresh tingling sunburn itching across her bare flesh as it adheres to the dampening wood, more of an annoying discomfort then real pain as the surreal experience continues.

       The elevator opening again, the robed bearded man exits surrounded by an entourage of a small group of men and women, also all robed in traditional Arab attire.  Stepping toward her left, opening the door, he glances back and nods back toward the men as he enters.  The women covered in black garb step silently behind him, the couple of men gripping Amy’s arms, stand her upright, again her sweating breasts sticking before scrapping away from the wooden panel.

       Leading her into the room, on first glance appearing almost patterned after a stereotypical sheik’s tent one would see in a ‘B’ grade porn flick, she’s led to the center of the floor to an oversized silk covered cushion.

       “Kneel, woman.”  The bearded man orders as he nods toward the dark toned cushion.  “Lean forward…  Let those breasts hang free and keep your hips shoved upward.”  Glancing and nodding toward the men, they immediately force her downward by either arm, lower her knees across the fluffy material forcing her to arch forward.

       Leaning, her breasts barely graze across the pillow as the pearl necklace hangs from her neck, her knees sliding apart as her butt cheeks spread.  Teetering, trying to balance as she glances up toward him standing in front of her, her heart pounds as she sees one of the robed women handing him a willowy length of cane.

       “Raise your head up straight… Keep it tilted upright and arch your back when I order… I want room to strike your buttocks… Lay welts across your backside.”  He orders between breaths in surprisingly good, but harsh English as he slowly steps around her trembling body while flexing the crop in between quips.  “For you, at this time only a good flogging is allowed me!”  He smiles with his quiet voice as he glances toward Amy’s widening eyes, appreciating the stark look of fear staring back.  “For the foreseeable future at least, I’ve been told that is all the punishment I’m allowed to administer to you…  But maybe one day soon I’ll be allowed to trade for you!”  Glancing toward the pair of robed, veiled women standing quietly side by side, only their obedient eyes revealed, a set of blue and a set of green, he adds.  “Then who knows?... For the time being I just rent you!... But for now… Your caning.”

       Stepping directly behind her, gently tapping the tip of the cane against the small of her back, circling the indentations of the twin dimples atop her butt cheeks, he orders.  “Raise your buttocks Amy… Push it out… Then remain motionless as I lay a stroke across the left cheek.”  Flicking the cane back over his shoulder, he flicks it forward, almost in slow motion.  “Swish… Thwack!”

       Flinching, almost falling forward, Amy whimpers.  “Oomph!”  Breasts swaying, pearls jiggling, her hands gripping into fists as her fingers dig into her palms behind her neck, she just as quickly gains her balance as her nipples press against the pillow’s case.

       Glancing toward the circling entourage, a hint of a smile with an approving nod, he steps forward, traces the index finger of his free hand across the vertical, thin welt already rising across her tanned left rump.  “Very good, Amy… Now let’s match that welt with one across the other butt cheek.  Arch upward and push outward to accept the crop.”

       Slowly rising with an audible whimper, she turns her eyes pleadingly toward him as he slowly circles from her left side.  Noticeably trembling, the white strands of pearls spreading above her quivering breasts, she hesitates, reluctant to thrust her butt out again.  A tear already streaking down a cheek, she glares toward the flexing crop in his right hand as he steps toward her.

       “Not another warning Amy… Shove your buttocks outward or I’ll strike both cheeks alternately until you obey… Now choose girl!”

       Biting her lip, her hands frenetically twisting behind her neck, she still feels the burn of the stinging welt resonating across her butt cheek as she reluctantly twists, arches her back as she thrusts her buttocks outward.

       “Good girl, Amy… Now arch your buttocks just a little further back.  Lightly tapping the end of the cane several times against the quivering mound of her right buttocks, just below the dimple, he centers the cane’s flexing tip against the very middle of the quivering cheek before holding it steady, indenting the puffy flesh briefly while slowly preparing to draw back.  “Don’t turn your head or close your eyes, Amy… If you move I’ll strike it again… Harsher… Do you understand?... Now push your buttocks against the cane, understand?”

       Tears welling, arching her back as her flattened stomach hollows under her heaving ribcage, the double row of pearls spread wide between her chocker collar and her separated, firm global breasts as she barely nods.  Having chosen the exact placement to strike, he momentarily glances with a smile toward her other quivering cheek with its red welt as she whines.  “Yes… Yes Sir… I… I understand Sir!”

       The cane finally flicked backwards, instantly springs forward, slashing across the right cheek.  “Swish… Thwack!”  The sound of the willowy cane splitting the air leads to the resounding effect of the cane striking her rump, sinking into the soft flesh.

       “Aaaaaggggggghhhh!”  Both breasts flailing, the cane embedded and then springing from her assaulted flesh, her anguished cry echoes throughout the room as her knees jerk on the cushion.  Her head rearing back as her breasts sway back and forth, a crimson welt quickly swelling horizontally across her right butt cheek matches the initial one placed across her left.

       Stepping closer, another slight smile, he lets the tip of his index finger glide across that narrow welt, slowly, gently as the hot flesh quivers beneath his touch.  “Good… Good Amy!”  He applauds her, nodding toward her tear filled eyes as her darkened eye shadow begins to barely smudge across her cheeks.  “Now… Lower yourself forward… This time I want to strike both cheeks at the same time as your breasts hang down above the pillow…. Understand?... Lean over now!”

       Struggling both physically and mentally to maintain her balance as her body continues to uncontrollably tremble, the burning pain now sears equally through both her butt cheeks.  Closing her eyes and quietly moaning as she lowers herself forward, her swaying breasts flatten across the cushion before she catches herself, slowly arches upward.  “Yeh… Yes… Sir!”  She mumbles with a stutter as tears mix with a trace of mucus dripping from her flailing nostrils.  “Yes Sir!... My… Oh God!... It… It hurts so bad!”  She whimpers as her head slowly shakes back and forth.

       Painfully swaying forward, she feels the tip of the cane slipped between the cushion material and her torso before brushing gently across her flexing stomach as he lets the willowy crop flick back and forth.  Quietly moaning as the cane scrapes back and forth across her bare flesh, realizing he’s taunting her, she feels the cane sliding up across her jiggling nipple.  Her breast tugged, stretching with the motion of the springing cane, she grunts with each nervous breath, struggling to continue to lean forward and hold her breasts up from the cushion, anxiously waiting, silently praying for the cane not to slice into her dangling nipple.

        Her spreading thighs ache on the verge of cramping as her arms tingle, virtually numb from being twisted behind her back, a discarded stiletto lying on the floor beside the cushion.  “My… My ass is pushed back for you… Sir!”  She whimpers while glancing glassy eyed toward him as the crop flicks back and forth across her nipple. “My… My ass Sir!... My ass”

       A nod, a smile and he lets the cane slip across the cushion, to rise behind her trembling butt cheeks.  Snapping it gently at first across her tan flesh, each tap slightly firmer as the willowy tip flexes just a little more, he toys with the pair of red welts already standing up, spreading across each glistening cheek.  “Yes… Yes just your butt cheeks for now… Your breasts later!”  He again rasps in a monotone voice as he flicks the crop back, quickly snaps it forward.  “Swish… Thwack!”

       “Aaagghhh!”  Both cheeks flatten under the flexing cane.  “Swish… Thwack!”  A second, unexpected burning sting crisscrosses the just planted welt.  “Swish… Thwack!”  A third, in the line of almost instantaneous lashings, again creasing both quivering cheeks as Amy’s body contorts, her breasts flattening across the cushion, her arms jerking behind her back cuffed to the collar as her face presses into the fluffy material, the second stiletto flinging across the carpet..  “Aaaaaggggggghhhh!”  A long, guttural scream, muffled by the cushion as her buttocks jaunts upward, her knees spreading across the slopes of the cushion exposing her shaven slit.

       “Swish… Thwack!”   Yet another unexpected strike of the curling cane, this time vertically planted as he steps directly behind her contorting body.

       “Aaaaggghhh!!!... Aaaggghhh!!!... Aaaggghhh!!!”  Rasping screams resonate through the room with each halting breath from the effects of the crop disappearing between the folds of her labia, snapping from the rim of her rectum to her pubic mound, her clit flattened from the springing crop.

       Falling flat forward, her face scraps the carpeted floor as her naked body spasms across the jerking cushion.  Legs twitching, her hands twist frantically behind her neck as her fingernails dig into her scrapped palms.  Stepping closer toward her side while lowering the crop, he smiles as he leans down toward her spread thighs, looking closely at the final beat red welt tracing across the quivering flesh circling her pulsing vagina.

       Glancing toward the women, he orders.  “Take her and bath her… Salve her welts.”  Even as the women are stepping forward, he adds.  “Then bring her to my bed unshackled… All three of you… Naked.”  Stepping away, the men following, he allows the women to attend to Amy still sprawled across the cushion.

       Watching and waiting for the men leaving toward a side door, the robed women lift Amy by her arms still cuffed behind her; guide her between them as she gingerly walks barefooted.  Her legs bowed, her buttocks thrust back as her breasts hang forward from her arched torso, gently dangling as she shuffles toward the back of the room.  Spreading the curtain, she’s led toward the brightly colored bath, a large white tub already filled, soap bubbles and foam practically overflowing onto the white tile floor.

       Silent, the blue eyed woman drops her robe, her veil onto the floor.  Young, attractive, her fair skinned body’s tattooed, pierced and branded from her hips to her shoulders in several places, including her nipples and vagina.  Holding Amy while the green eyed woman disrobes, her figure similar, also tattooed, pierced and branded across her otherwise young, admirable body in the same areas, faint freckles spread across her shoulders and chest.

       Glancing from one to the other, Amy remains silent as the women quickly uncuff her wrists and remove the pearls, the chocker collar next, dropping them onto the pile of their robes.  Still virtually silent, they turn her toward the oversized tub and step in beside her, leading her along, having her squat down into the suds.

       Feeling the more then warm, not quite hot soapy water, the warmth spreads across her welted flesh, actually soothing as her body lowers in the swirling water.  Splashing up under the mounds of her breasts, the rolling water raises and lowers, her firm mounds following as soapy bubbles cover her bare nipples.  The blond in front, the auburn hair woman behind, Amy offers no resistance as the pair begins sponging her shoulders and breasts with oversized, coral sponges.  The soapy water cascades across her naked flesh as they take turns raising her arms, tilting her head, letting the sponges manipulate her soaked flesh.

       Swiping across Amy’s face, the bubbly water splashes across her nose and lips as she closes her eyes, the soft sponge wiping across her tear swelled face and streaking makeup.  Hair drenched, hanging across he shoulders she feels the redhead swiping a soaked sponge back and forth across her thrust out breasts from behind, her puffy nipples hardening as they tingle from the hot water.  Feeling her legs being spread, her hips parting as the blond squeezes her sponge between her parted thighs; Amy feels the pressure against her pubic mound and even lower, spreading her puffy labia folds as her buttocks begins to flinch against the bottom of the tub as she hears a couple of slight giggles.

       Several soothing minutes pass by as she’s sublimely bathed, her naked body caressed with the thick, soft sponges.  Finally feeling her shoulders gripped from behind, being gently raised up from the overflowing tub, Amy stands, the bath water pouring off her bare flesh, splashing back into the tub even as it splashes across the floor.  Opening her eyes, slightly burning as the soapy water drips from her hair and forehead, Amy glances from one to the other as both women are also standing.  Naked, drenched, the soapy water also drips from their bare flesh, their gold nipple rings and clit rings gleaming from both being wet and the reflective lighting from above.

       The blond reaching up, unsnapping a hosed shower head from its cradle, flicks the nozzle around.  Amy feels the redhead twisting her arms up over her head as she feels the sudden spray of hot water drenching her face; almost gagging her as her arms are stretched even higher.  Across her hair, her face, the pulsing water drenches her bare flesh as the harsh stream’s slowly lowered toward her shoulders.  Feeling her naked body twisted, the pulsing water squirts across her left, then right breasts, back and forth as the force of the spray smacks across her jiggling areolas and nipples.  The rhythm of the rushing hot water massages her swaying breasts as they alternately flatten against her thrust out chest, her body slowly twisted back and forth by her up stretched arms.

       Catching her breath as the steaming water continues to drain from her hair and streak across her face.  She feels the heated spray pulsing even further downward as it pounds against her hollowing stomach, her inverted bellybutton.  Legs quivering, the pain of the welts barely noticeable now, she senses where the pulsing water’s being directed even before it splashes past her rippling abs toward her trimmed pubic mound.  Anticipating as she spreads her thighs, water already massages her spread vulva as the soapy runoff splashes down across her trembling clitoris.

       Feeling her arms pressed together near her elbows forcing her face to tilt forward, feeling the woman’s hands then sliding downward, the tips of the fingernails flicking across her hollowed armpits, to slide around and grip both drenched, slippery melons, Amy senses to keep stretching her arms straight upward, her fists clinching together, then flexing as her fingers spread wide before clenching again in rhythm with the pulsing water.  Eyes still closed, she feels the blonde’s free hand on front of her left thigh as the spraying nozzle’s pushed within inches of her spread slit, directly in front of her jerking, flattening clitoris as the continuous pulse of spurting water more then just massages, but virtually masturbates the twitching nub.  Higher on her naked chest, both thickening nipples still being massaged, her global breasts squeezed and melded between soapy fingers, the sensations resonate as her body quivers, then trembles, the foaming bath water rippling around her shaking legs overflowing the rim of the tub.

       Soapy water running across the tile floor soaks the discarded robes as the tub continues to overflow, steam misting in the air fogging the large mirrors on the far wall.  The sounds of the overflowing tub water, the pulsing nozzle water, mixes with Amy’s groans as her head twists back and forth in front of her quivering arms.  Her arms stretching, reaching tautly toward the ceiling as her arching, naked body’s stimulated by both massaging hands and targeted spray, Amy feels the blonde’s thumb slipping past the nozzle, pressing against the rim then past the sphincter of her rectum.  Uncontrolled spasms rack her body as she twists between the naked women, a rippling tremor deep inside her womb rapidly spreading toward her quivering thighs.

       Hearing the water shut off, feeling the spray slacken between her bare legs, she feels the woman’s hands slide upward from off her breasts, gripping and lowering her arms toward her sides.  Opening her eyes, she watches as the blonde steps from the tub and picks up a handful of white fluffy towels from a stool against the wall.  Being assisted over the rim of the tub by the redhead, standing on a couple dry towels as both women silently begin swiping towels across her drenched body, she remains virtually motionless, almost relaxed as the warmth still tingles deep inside her.  Again shutting her eyes as the fluffy towels massage her body dry, she realizes not a single word’s been uttered since they’ve taken her from the caning.

       A couple minutes pass as the soft towels caress her naked body.  Feeling a towel wrapped around her hair, her arms gripped on either side, she finally opens her eyes again.  Glancing from one to the other, she sees both women are also dried off, completely naked with towels wrapping their heads, their gold jewelry sparkling.  Without speaking, they tug; lead her toward the curtain, toward their Master’s bed.

End Part One