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The Slaves of Elizabeth Fale
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The Slaves of Elizabeth Fale..............................................................................................................................1 Alan McClyde..........................................................................................................................................1 CHAPTER ONE......................................................................................................................................3 CHAPTER TWO.....................................................................................................................................6 CHAPTER THREE...............................................................................................................................11 CHAPTER FOUR ..................................................................................................................................19 CHAPTER FIVE...................................................................................................................................23 CHAPTER SIX......................................................................................................................................25 CHAPTER SEVEN...............................................................................................................................37 CHAPTER EIGHT................................................................................................................................42 CHAPTER NINE...................................................................................................................................45 CHAPTER TEN....................................................................................................................................50 CHAPTER ELEVEN.............................................................................................................................57 CHAPTER TWELVE............................................................................................................................64
The Slaves of Elizabeth Fale
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“Well. handsome man sunk in the depths of an easy chair on the other side of the great open fireplace. “was that she had intended putting us all to the whipping post and flaying the skins from our back!” “Yes. you should know about itI told you to spare no expense in this matter. “Fine brandy. “What about that benighted womanor.” Tesker said slowly. “No!” Hilary bounced up out of his chair. Hilary. I remember. Logs blazed cheerfully in the hearth.” “Poor bitches!” grunted Tesker. Whatever it is. But there is just one other little point you have overlooked my dear Howard. pausing for effect. temporarily abandoning hope of having it refilled. Howard. As the two sea−gong yachts drew close. for that matter is a complete mystery!” “But surely. I want to know about itimmediately. you've had her shadowed the whole time? Where does she sleep? Where does she eat? What sort of sex life does she have? She can't sit around in bars and cafes all the time. holding hands with creeps who aren't even sure themselves what sex they are! From our brief acquaintance.” went on Hilary. that's the odd part about it. it's only a couple of weeks since she took them oft usshe will have been so thirsty for revenge for flogging we gave her. “Nofor several reasons: her father's a millionaire several times over and gives her whatever she wantsshe doesn't need money. As he did so.” He chuckled. I got the impression she would be a highly−sexed little bitchshe must be dong something about that. more precisely what has she done with the fillies I went to all that trouble and expense to tame and break to the saddle?” “Well. that.” purred Sir Hilary.” he commented. When she makes a move. from the time she gets up to the time she goes to bed. “It was easy tracing Natia herselfshe's back in Cannes as large as life. Howard. “She was so mad. now I even want to know what she does IN bed! For all we know she could be a lesbian and have on of those girls chained up in the bedroom for use at night! From now on.The Slaves of Elizabeth Fale CHAPTER ONE Sir Hilary Garner fitted a Turkish cigarette into a long holder. she could have sold them easilywith or without stripes!” “Perhaps. ejecting the half−smoked cigarette agitatedly from the holder.” warned Tasker. “But I think that with such beauties they are. “Remember what she said after you had performed your trick with the lariat and hauled her aboard “The Bizarre”? Tesker leaned over the side of the chair and put his glass on the floor. their flickering fight picking out and accentuating the livid scar that ran from ear−lobe to chin of Sir Hilary's companion. even though she looked like a drowned rat at the timeremember?” Tesker grinned and nodded.” murmured Hilary. I want a twenty−four hour watch kept on her. nowthen you threatened to have her keelhauled!” 3 . “what news of Natia?” “Oddlyplenty!” Howard Tesker raised the balloon glass to his lips and downed what remained of the contents. “Wasn't it something about having us flayed and then killing us all?” “That too.” smiled Hilary. doing the rounds of all her old hauntsbut what she's done with our womenand her boat and crew. They wouldn't be in any condition to be sold yet.” “We know everything she does.” “Well. to the day they had foiled an attempt by Natia and her crew to board the “The Bizarre”. she'll have had an orgy of flaying the skins off their backs. lit it and blew a thoughtful cloud of aromatic smoke as he contemplated the dark. “I do not pay you for assessments on the quality of my cellar!” snapped Hilary. she was about ready to explode. owner of the boat named after herself. you understand? I'm going to get that bitchand our fillies backif it costs me a million!” “We've go to face up to the fact that she may have sold the women by now. testily. giving him a startlingly devilish appearance. but dangerous. hopefully retaining the empty glass. “But what a pair of tits for a rat!” “Her answer. Tesker himself had lassooed the beautiful. his mind went back two weeks. “But I remember asking her what her intentions were had she succeeded in boarding us. dark eyes glittering in firelight as they met Tesker's. while one of “The Bizarre's” crew had fouled her screws with a cargo net to prevent pursuit by the faster craft.
” 4 . very peeved about someone even daring to think of laying a whip across her tender flesh. smiling up at Hilary. “I also remember how the looked when the shirt was stripped from her. He fingered the scar along his jaw thoughtfully. as a final degradation. yes. although with little feeling. “She was including all the women!” “YesI recall Elizabeth Fale being very. then I'd flog her in front of her own crew. “There's another thing. “I doubt if you'd get him to do itremember. Pouring her into one of those leather costumes I had madethe ones with the holes for the breasts and buttocksand then spread−eagling her on the steel rack. Howard.” “Is she keeping them?” Hilary finished for him with a smile. it's my guess that she'll keep the girls for her own private sportat least for the time being. “As you say.” he said venomously.” nodded Tesker. “How well you know me. Sir Hilary's lips drew back. “I have a lot of reasons for wanting Natia apart from the pleasure I'm going to get out of lacerating her olive−skinned backside with every instrument of flagellation I can lay my hands on! The first few lashes I give her will make her previous flogging seem like tender kisses!” Tesker looked up shrewdly at the spare. “They nearly all had a hand in her flogging while she was aboard “The Bizarre”. smiling thinly. waiting for a radio signal from her. I think it's a pretty safe bet that she has them still aboard the 'Natia' and that's why you haven't been able to locate either boat or crewit's probably cruising around somewhere at sea. I think I should have her held down while one of her own crew fucked her on deck. “Howard.” added Tesker. white. “Those girls were still wearing their saddles and all the trappings when they were taken on board the 'Natia'.” agreed Hilary. “Visualizing how they'll look with stripes laid across them?” “Imagine preparing her for a whipping. “We should have kept them well whipped and well riddenin more ways than one! But those Arabs are still savagesthey quite likely have them staked out in the sun all day to tenderize their skin for flogging at night!” Sir Hilary shook his sleek head and extracted a gold cigarette case from the pocket of his immaculate maroon−red velvet smoking jacket..” murmured Tesker again.” “Not so proud after you have finished with them. That would knock some of that fiery spirit out of her. she's a princess in her own country. Sir Hilary was not usually moved to the use of four−letter words. I want 'em all back. Think of those coffee−and−cream passion fruits with the big dark teats jutting proudly through the openings in the black. lithe figure standing like an uncoiled spring before the hearth.” “Adding that to what we already knew of Natia's reputation. if we could get those bloody women backAND Natia Daeudiri with them. then continued. of coursewe'd have an orgy of flagellation that would make what we did on 'The Bizarre' look like a Sunday−school treat!” Sir Hilary puffed thoughtfully on his cigarette. looking nowhere near his forty−two years. after one of the biggest whip orgies you've ever heard of!” “Those poor bloody bitches. “Oh.” Howard Tesker arched a startled eyebrow up at his chief.” He lit the cigarette and exhaled smoke.” Hilary's eyes narrowed introspectively. “And I take it you'll not just be confining yourself to her buttocks this time.The Slaves of Elizabeth Fale “But this is the point I am trying to make. “Hm. I think she gets as much kick out of whipping a woman as we do. eh?” he said softly. skin−tight leather. Hand−tooled leather. But where.” Hilary went on. emphasizing every word. I see what you mean. Howard. “To make her first flogging really something.” he continued. “Remember how those luscious breasts of hers stood out with that wet shirt clinging to them like another skin? And those nipples!” he added in a whisper. silently screaming to be whipped. almost to himself. Howard. even teeth gleaming in a tight smile that was more a savage grimace of unholy anticipation. “Well. Whereas our dear Elizabeth isor professes to bereally only interested in flaying and dominating men. fitting a fresh cigarette into the holder. I should have her stripped and tied to the mast of the 'Natia'.. Natia Daeudiri would be very happy to flog the skin off either sex!” “Especially the skins of the seven girls she hijacked from us. Then. She is no doubt in Cannes for a breather and to attend to the other nefarious business interests she has. I'll be bound!” “Nor their owner so silent!” returned Hilary. hand−made bits and stirrupsall made to my own specifications.
we'll see. “A long and involved'though delicious process. just to see how she performs with them. that it would be a better idea to concentrate on getting Natia herself? If we could get her out of Cannes and aboard 'The Bizarre'. “I should have her attired in all kinds of dresses and costumes for different occasionsall designed to humiliate. I would rouse them to a peak of frenzy. arm them with whips and let Natia loose amongst them! I should tame her so well. whether I wanted to ride her. I should tame her all right tame her so that she would just live to obey me. The Arabs have been torturing each other since they crawled out of the seaNatia would let us flog her to the bone and die happy. Meanwhile. As for lady Elizabeth Fale. or spit on her. It should be interesting to observe her dominating her own sex. “I've forgotten more refinements in the taming of women than Elizabeth Fale has ever dreamed of! Anyway. mildly. “I don't think so. chalking it up as a victory. “She'd never live that down! I'd give her an Arab princess!” grated Hilary.” he went on not believe in the flogging of women. I am not sure we could force her to talk. Besides. having her washed down like a horse by lackeys. flog her. “And I think that little Arab would be just the one to find out that the imperious Elizabeth was lesbian and work on it. after one had made certain woman out of a place where she is so well−known. you do things my way.” he went on slowly.” His gaze shortened to take in Howard Tesker again. they have no close ties. his eyes were wide and looking far beyond the man they were apparently directed on. certainly. “With eight female slaves under her. Howard. “I shall have her in on the party. stripping and prostrating herself to be whipped. “Who knowsshe may even be an unconscious lesbian! I've yet to hear of any man who's managed to get between her legsI'm pretty certain that sop Tony Hood wasn't allowed the privilege. the sharp bit of authority in his voice. As for lady Elizabeth Fale. but spiriting a and with God knows how many minions watching over her. her reactions may be very differentand very interesting. I'd scour the country for highly−sexed women with a passion for flagellationthe active kind and applied to their own sex. the very fact that Natia IS an Arab would sway me from that course. you are on a five hundred pounds bonusand 'The Bizarre' sails again!” 5 . privations. and one I sincerely hope I shall have the pleasure of taking her through. but I wonder. well.” “Not even if we got Elizabeth Fale to work on her for a while?” asked Tesker incautiously. “Don't you think. or given an occasional good scrubbing with a hard brush while she was still sweating after a fast gallop. he'd do it all right. keeping her chained in her stall when not required for whipping or riding. TAME her yes. my dear Howard.” the sneer became a laugh. knowing she had foiled us. I don't knowI might even perform that task myself.” said Tesker. “Although. is quite another. I'll bet she just can't wait to get her hands on that little Arab princess!” “Nevertheless. her forte is apparently dominating men. Training her to the bridle.” He sneered.” Hilary told him.” “And yet you think you could tame her?” “Vastly different thing. for God's sake. She has always been at pains to insist that she does think so..” '“And then?” “Then.. To begin with.” Hilary's face was flushed with the tense emotion engendered by his own thoughts..The Slaves of Elizabeth Fale “Oh. Talking girls into going on a cruise.” He smiled wolfishly. “Oh.” “Task!” exclaimed Tesker. she would be saddling herself to be ridden. Howard. Daily whippings to various parts of her lovely body. then followI think you will find she leads you to her boat and our women. it's bare−faced kidnapping.” replied Hilary with a shrug of impatience. is one thing. we shall do this my way. humiliationssexual and otherwise. my dear Howardvastly different. Wait until Natia makes a move from Cannes.with a gun at his head!” Hilary paused thoughtfully. Tesker!” Hilary burst out.. “In any case. Afterwards. I'll let her handle the eight women for a while. But for the short third degree to make her talk? I don't think so. fetching the whip. though. surely. Wouldn't we look a pair of idiots if she made her fall for her and got her to change sides!” “I think that's very doubtful. Hilary. I have a few other little plans for her. “Just remember how annoyed she was at the mere thought of Natia wanting to whip her. we shouldn't have much difficulty in making her talk?” “You've broached this before.
Seagulls wheeled and swooped. The spoke little. “Those filthy Arabs have seen us naked so many times they know what we look like between our thighs better than we do ourselves.” muttered another dark−haired girl. drew herself up and stretched.” A full−breasted blonde. willowly.” “I suppose you're right. She. cawing. tightly−swathed in a thin strip of transparent silk that did nothing to hide the deep cleft between the thrusting cheeks at the ear. stretching out her shapely legs.” sighed Ann.” blonde Mary Hawe conceded. dear. Soon. her head pillowed on the mature. shaking it out to wipe the perspiration from her body.” “There wasn't anything sly about the handling we got!” growled Ann Soames. Sylvia. “There. with large. sobbing quietly. above the trim craft.” whispered Ann Soames. She was naked except for a loin cloth of wispy silk and her full. turned over onto her stomach. after kicking the shins of that hook−nosed savage outside. have you noticed they haven't tried that sly groping they used to indulge in when we were being thrashed nearly every day? Not since that damned Natia told us she was going ashore for a while. “I don't see why you bother with maidenly modesty. sweat−filmed with the stifling heat in the hold. gently rocking.” “Had she been here.” “At least it stops the said filthy Arabs' finger probing what we have there!” “That's a point. stroking her back. hopelessly. naked breasts of a woman of about thirty. high−set breasts and firmly−rounded bottom. though being careful not to touch the six bright red weals etched across the pouting cheeks of her bottom. One or two of them had retained the tattered remnants of filmy panties. wetting the lush globes of flesh with her tears. A plump. completely naked. The older woman's arms were round her. things can't get much worse!” “They can and they will when that Daeudiri woman gets back. others had parts of ripped dresses wound into loincloths.” the naked blonde remarked. Flaming red hair cascaded heavily down past her shoulders. well−defined nipples. shaking down her long dark hair and sweeping back the damp tendrils from her cameo−shaped face. this will all be just an awful nightmare behind uswe're bound to be rescued by someone before long. “She's only giving us this respite to allow our skins to heal ready for another dose of the whip. sleek shape of the “Natia” moved serenely along the south−east coast of France. their expressions hopeless. jutting buttocks. “Sorry. pretty girl of no more than seventeen or eighteen crouched on her knees. seven beautiful women lolledxxxxxxxxx on this palliasses strewn about the floor.” “Wish we knew where we were. Luscious breasts and full−fleshed buttocks stirred languidly. half−naked Arab lazed and sweated in a chair outside the door. She leaned over to put a soothing hand on the sobbing girl's shoulder. while the Arab crew moved lazily about the deck. but most of them were completely naked. nor the mass of dark hair covering her plump mons veneris at the front. luscious white breasts jiggled entrancingly as she moved. poor Molly would have received more than the six strokes of the cane that she got. but beautifully shaped breasts. but it would only make things worse in the long run to build up false hopes. her voice thick with disgust. where a hook−nosed. “Incidentally. Cynthia.The Slaves of Elizabeth Fale CHAPTER TWO The long. “We could be erasing down the Thames for all the good it would do us.” “I wouldn't like to bet on that!” A woman in her mid−twenties sat up a little stiffly. dimly illuminated by bulk−head lights. firm and uptilted with pointed. as they lay waiting for the knew not what. comforting the girl. attending to the running of the boat. sitting up to reveal small. meeting the start of a series of fading pink stripes that criss−crossed down her tapering back and disappeared under the silk loincloth knotted low about her wide hips. showed a similar pattern of nearly−healed weals down her back.” The girl reclining on the palliass next to the blonde's struggled to her feet. continuing over her bare. Inside. “Don't cry. Tall. “Mary's rightthe only reason we're getting a rest from being whipped incessantly is so that she−devil will have seven whole skins to work on again. “But surely. Molly. too. 6 .” “Not in this heat!” The tall brunette standing up undid the knot at her hip and slipped the wispy piece of silk from her loins. The whole scene was one of peace and tranquillity until one moved below decks to the after−hold.
” Betty Stevens got to her feet and unwound the strip of dress material Mary Hawe had given her from out her hips. tearfully. God!” choked Molly. anyway!” “That damned Hilary Garner!” exclaimed Ann Soames. “II thought that was what Sir Hilary was going to do to methat's why I didn't really mind when he caned me the first time. curvaceous body. but I think we still have that to come. and I'm sorry for hersorry for all of us. sweetie?” asked Ann gently. I wish I'd never heard the name. while the rest considerately turned their backs.” She let the loin−cloth fall at her feet and turned to walk self−consciously toward the bucket placed in the farthest corner of the hold. her hands strayed down over her soft belly to touch the thatch of dark hair at the junction of her plump.” murmured Cynthia. she gave evidence of the fact that the whole party had been well and carefully chosen for the purpose of the original cruse. eventually?” “I wish I could be so hopeful. flogging and humiliating us with a renewal of sobs.” “I wonder if we would have been any better off if we were still in his tender careI think his intention was to use us as horses and flog the life out of us if we didn't please him. “What do you think she'll do with us. “I think I should prefer to be back on board 'The Bizarre' better the devil you know than the devil you don't know. tossing the dark hair from her eyes. “What was that about whipping?” she asked drowsily. “But then it gets beautiful.” “And we all thought we were coming on a pleasure cruise!” said the girl in the corner with an ironic laugh. It hurt.” “You'll be flogged and ridden. pretty of face and with a lovely. I used to dream of it happening to me. doesn't it?” she went on in a whisper. “I don't know about you. Molly shook her head. “Hasn't she had her revenge f−for being whipped on SirSir Hilary's boat? And and I didn't have any hand in that. but it was sort of exciting. blinking round sleepily.” “I think most women find an occasional mild to moderate whipping an added stimulation when coupled with sex.” Unconsciously.” said Mary thoughtfully. “II know they put their their things between our legs and that it hurts at first. “surely. “Nothing you haven't heardand feltbefore. although the girl had now ceased her sobbing. “Will she let us go. “I seem to remember her also telling us that we were going to be used as whores by the crew when we first came aboard.” “Thank God!” murmured Mary Hawe.” “You've never had a man. but:but I used to think they would be nice thingslike kissing andand fondling. shapely thighs. she isn't going to keep us locked up for the rest of our lives. “Has everyone gone mad except us seven? All this whipping and flogging andand those awful saddles that Sir Hilary strapped on us! Why? I don't understand. Young.The Slaves of Elizabeth Fale She still cradled Molly Andrews in her arms.” sniffed Molly Andrews.” “Oh. Betty. “but cold−blooded floggings and whipping with a complete absence of sex or even common humanity!” She shivered. The seventh member of the party awoke and sat up. “At least knew we should probably have our bottoms spanked once in a while. one day. have you.” “Probably why she's gone ashore. “He's the one who got us into this mess. Cynthia?” asked Molly. dark girl wiping the sweat from her body. But this poor little innocent thought she was signing on as a maid!” “True. In fact..” sighed the tall. it's my guess that we shall eventually be sold as slaves. “By the way. “When I think of that terrible lash hitting into my back!” she shuddered. “I don't want to keep reminding you all of the worst.” the lovely red−head said sadly. “But going on the facts of Natia Daeudiri and her crew being Arab and the part of the word we were in when we were transferred to her boat. dear. for fun. too.” said the girl in the corner. None of us expected what we actually got.” put in the beautiful red−head. “You know. II know there are certain things a man likes to do to a woman. I have the feeling we've got all sorts of dreadful things being cooked up for us. “Arranging some permanent home for usshe can't keep us afloat all the time. 7 . with one of those fantastic saddles strapped to your back.” observed Cynthia Margetson. but nothing's happened in that direction. but I don't think I'm going to be able to stand much more of it. “And I left a cosy job in a shop for this!” “What about poor Molly?” said Ann.” “Butbut surely..
She stood at the end of the line. you didn't see half of what went on. fervently. Her blue black hair was unbound and flowing gently in the slight breeze. I guess it would turn into some sort of sexual orgy.” said one. “It would have been a number! In fact. as they beheld the olive−skinned woman standing at the top of the steps leading up to the wheelhouse who stood erect as she surveyed her beautiful. now!” Submissively. She wore a black shirt which clung tightly to her upper body. Jane?” The brunette lying in the corner rose and came over to flop wearily down beside Cynthia. by the sneer that played about the full red lips. accentuating the round. “The engines have stopped. bending to run her hand over a perspiring. the women were herded out of the hold and up the companionway. although perhaps I should have known better.The Slaves of Elizabeth Fale “At least Hilary Garner would eventually have taken us back to England.. You spent most of your time down in Tesker's cabin. apple−like breasts juddering firmly. who stood nearest to her. I reckoned on having a cane laid across my bottom a few timesin the privacy of the cabin. “Lord Settle−wood? Yes. somewhat. or the ripe hemispheres of a upthrust bottom.” Presently. they heard voices and the door opened to admit two of the Arab crew. he had us tripped and flogged at the masthe had most of us saddled up and we were being ridden round the deck on the morning Natia took us over. Several of them groaned and there was a stifled sob from Molly.” “And that's another thing I wouldn't have bet on!” snapped Cynthia. the naked women dropped to hands and knees on the deck.. I'll admit. marred. no. jutting breasts and clearly defining the hard little buttons of her nipples. and ended a few inches above the dimpled knees. “But. “Now get down on your hands and knees!” she rapped. Smiling at the abject display of white female flesh. Molly gave a 8 . but bedraggled. idly flicking the whip. Knowing him. one armed with a pistol the other with a coiled whip. to be lined up on deck in the broiling sun. his name would have been mud!” “It wouldn't have been a name anymore. making Betty Stevens. faintly−striped back. if I'd had my way. but I never expected to have the skin flayed from my back. captives. If he had taken us back to England and one of us had talked. outlining the rounded columns of her full−fleshed thighs.” All seven girls sat tensed in the sudden silence and all forward movements ceased to be replaced by a gentle rocking motion. A short. Slowly. plaited leather whip. I've been acquainted with him for quite a few yearsAND had my behind spanked regularly!” She shook her head. as she watched them move forward to toss the bits of cloth over the side. she descended the steps as the girls fumbled with the knots on their brief loin−cloths or stripped tattered panties down their legs. “Thrown them overboard. now I come to think of it.” “Listen!” hissed Ann Soames. At worst. her expression unreadable.” “Wonder what they did with the saddles we had on when we were brought across to the 'Natia'?” Betty Stevens returned to the group. jump as she cracked the whip viciously close to her pouting bottom−cheeks. By shoves and gestures. “Remove those rags from your backsides and throw them over the side!” The strident female voice and accented English brought all seven girls' heads jerking sharply round in unison. The night before we were brought aboard this boat. low coastline some ten miles distant. exquisite. “Quickly. he wouldn't have dared to let us loose after what he did to us. hanging by a loop from her wrist. keeping their thighs pressed tightly together to conceal the last intimate secret of femininity left to them from the eyes of the watching Arab crew. Calf−fitting Russian boots in crimson kid leather matched the crimson silk scarf that fluttered about her neck. “Wish they had portholes down here. A white skirt depended from her flaring hips. completed the ensemble. That old lecher who talked me into coming on the tripSir Ronald Duveenwould have been one of them for a start. cowboy style. “At least we'd be able to see if we were in port. a few illustrious heads would have rolled if we had got back to England. Natia walked slowly down the fine. “In fact. “It's bad enough being. patting with her loin−cloth the glistening droplets clinging to the wispy dark curls between her thighs.” said Ann Soames grimly. And what about your partner. I hope!” snapped Jane Brelton. delicately−boned face. framing her oval. I must say I didn't expect him to back Hilary Garner in what he did to us. They were paraded on the port side and saw a powerful motor launch pulling away toward the long.
. you'd intended having US whipped before you had even met us. “All righton your feet!” Natia commanded. slashing the whip furiously down across the defenseless backside. Sylvia yelped with pain and staggered back.” She stroked a hand across the soft. clenching the muscles of her behind in expectation of more punishment. “Six what? And how are you supposed to address me?” raged Natia. “As for Hilary Garner and his friendsmore especially that woman they call Lady FaleI shall catch up with them one day. causing more excitement amongst the crew as she felt at the tender softness between the lovely tapering thighs. their eyes gloating on the voluptuous array of ripe.” “New masters?” Jane Brelton queried nervously.” “I'm going to do my best to teach you. her thighs splaying open and shut.” She gestured imperiously to four crewman lounging close by.” “You were lucky. you would have been put to the post and flogged until you fainted!” “Natia walked on to the end of the row of bowed backs and naked bottoms. whose last whipping had descended half−way down the backs of her thighs. “This is all so unfair. I shall also have you gagged in case you have any stupid ideas of shouting for help when we put ashore.” returned Sylvia coolly. Molly screamed as the lash hit into her already desperately sore bottom. her tears dripping to the deck as she crouched with bent head.” she went on.” She smiled thinly at the cowed faces before.” the tanned willowy Sylvia Dancus spoke up boldly. “Very well indeed. shall we say. making Cynthia. P−Princess!” she choked. just below the overhang of her buttocks. Now you will be taken below and put in irons. They came forward eagerly as she issued her instructions in Arabic on what was to be 9 . “I'm afraid I don't understand the Eastern thought processes. “To a very minor degree. “And.” “But. as her eyes filled with hot tears. anyway. “Given to you by whom?” went on Natia. quivering belly of Betty Stevens. “For what?” “Forfor kicking thethe guard inin the shins. making the girl groan as she ran her fingers roughly over her freshly−wealed bottom. where I think you will find it quite as. Hilary Garner and his friends are the ones you should want to get even withwe were treated as badly as you were aboard 'The Bizarre'. female flesh.” she announced.” grated Natia. interesting as your Hilary Garner's punishment room on 'The Bizarre'. “Your skins are healing well. “It is good because now I shall be able to have a little more sport with you and have nice white skins to work on before handing you over to your new masters in about a week's time. “Thethe captain. high up near the reddish down of her crotch. In the meantime. “S−six w−with thethe cane.” muttered Molly. We were whipped and ridden and. “In the meanwhile. he flat with open legs for her inspection. “You. surelyuhPrincess.. my fiery little serving−girl were it not for the fact that I ordered a period of rest from the more severe punishment of the whip. I have you to play with! You will shortly be taken to my headquarters ashore. you are gong to be given a little more training in humility and how white female slaves should behave toward their Eastern masters. “That is good. velvety lips of her exposed vulva. haunches wagging from side to side with the pain. where the lash had curled about her waist during an earlier whipping. walking round to stand in front of the parade of shamed naked beauties.” sobbed Molly. Darkly−shaded softness of the unfortunate girl's sex as she writhed on the deck before Natia.” “Had a hand in thrashing and insults that were inflicted on me!” Natia cut in. leaning forward to examine a fading wavy line of pinkness that curved and plunged across the mouth−watering hillocks of Ann Soames lovely breasts. Cynthia squirmed in shame as knowing fingers briefly stroked upward along the closed.” Natia's voice was low and venomous as she deliberately took one of Sylvia's prominent nipples between thumb and forefinger and twisted the tender bud viciously.The Slaves of Elizabeth Fale startled yelp as the tip of Natia's whip flicked at the dividing fine of her close−pressed thighs. “How many strokes?” “S−six. “What are you going to do with userPrincess?” “You have to be sold as slavesI have already arranged for a few prospective buyers. both hands going up to nurse the injured breast. for some strange reason. “Sylvia shook her head in exasperation as her companions looked on in worried awe.
Shortly thereafter. Her eyes glittered strangely as she watched the juddering buttocks and thighs of her naked captives. she made her way to the wheelhouse to confer with the captain. and headed for land. When the last had been led below. 10 . diesel engines humming powerfully. the “Natia” turned hard to port. disappearing down the companionway. their heads bowed dejectedly.The Slaves of Elizabeth Fale done with the women.
She stood looking back at him apprehensively. As he lifted a hand to tap at one of the double doors of Sir Hilary's bedroom. sir. slightly pointed ears. A tall. now set in a grim. turning with an almost military precision towards the west wing at the top. she's hopping mad! Let her wait a little longerthe change will do her good!” “She did say. She was stripped to her under−things.. hand at just the right angle before his mouth. madam.. Tiny pink panties. showing the wide V like buttocks and the pencil−slim suspenders lying along the strong thighs. clad only in vest and underpants. white apron and cap thrown across the end of the wide four−poster bed. country seat of Sir Hilary Garner. one grey eyebrow twitching with what could have been either disapproval or envy. poured herself a drink and went back to the fireplace to tug strenuously on a tasseled velvet bell−pull. Don't forget that wording. Unhurriedly. pretty girl. his face showing his annoyance at the intrusion. that'll give me a little more time to er attend to a certain little matter I have on hand tell her I then have to make a long−distance phone call and hope to greet her with some strangely interesting news. that he invited her to dinner and that she has been here for almost half an hour? Will you further remind him that I am not accustomed to being kept waiting by any man and that if he doesn't put in an appearance very soon.” Hilary cut in impatiently. as all good butlers should. Sir Hilary. “If I know her. she'sah” He gave a well−schooled cough. “What the devil d'you want?” he snapped.” The butler withdrew as unobtrusively as he had entered and without a change of expression. that she might have to leave. where stood a plump. like a cross between a sob and a giggle floated through. he will be dining alone!” “As you wish. half excited.The Slaves of Elizabeth Fale CHAPTER THREE A fire blazed in the hearth of the great dining hall of Chesham Manor.” “I could make a fair guess at what she said. supple woman in her late twenties strode impatiently up and down before the hearth. Slim. which threatened to rip the tight skirt with every long stride she took. silverware glinting in the light. A shimmering black sheath of a dress clung to her of parity ridge curving up over her round. Her face could be described as beautiful but for a certain hardness about the mouth. a high−pitched. melon−slender body like a second skin. The door opened a few inches to reveal Sir Hilary. “Lady Fale. then he rapped with just the right amount of force for the noise to rise above whatever activity might be going on within. and crisply curling dark hairs peeped out on either side of the wispy nylon stretched taut over her pouting mount. frilly−edged round the legs. raven−black hair was drawn severely back behind her tiny. moving over to the bedside table. one at either end. their rounded tops thrusting snowily above the low neckline. He paused. That should hold her for a while. a black silk dress. her expression half fearful. which seemed to spill out like two great creamy beach−balls in a pink sling. Hilary closed the door and turned eagerly towards the bed. dark eyebrows arched upwards above glittering dark eyes. He moved closer and stood regarding her for a long moment. “Well.” George bowed and retired. the strip of a bra hardly hiding even the colour of the bulging spheres and accentuating the nipples. George: “Strangely interesting newsfor her!' ” “Very good. her panther−like gait made even more striking by her general appearance. cuddle−some masses of her buttocks. feasting his eyes on the lush bundle of young femininity. curving staircase to the first floor. “She appears to be getting a little restless. She stopped her pacing at a side−table laden with glasses and decantors. were pitifully inadequate for the job of covering the huge. Gleaming. Sir Hilary. “Tell her I'm dressing andyes. feminine sound. my little beauty.” Hilary said thickly.” Hilary grinned. “You know why you are here?” 11 . “Madam rang?” “Madame rang!” she turned to glare at the impassive face of the butler. hard breasts strained upwards and outwards against the material. her arms folded under her breasts. Small. mouth tightening only the barest fraction. sir. the long Jacobean oak table was elegantly set for two people. he crossed the hall and mounted the broad. angry red line. “Will you remind your master that Lady Fale is here.
Joan. though too slowly for Hilary's liking. penetrating deep into the heart of her soft. “You will have to remove that suspender−belt also. slim cane.” Hilary almost croaked.. “Oh. sir. “Nineteen. sir. then to turn her over onto her scalding bottom and plunge between the plump thighs.” he said evenly. They were still stretched impossibly tight across the thickness of her juddering thighs and she had to force them all the way down to her dimpled knees. despite the princely salary. but already her arms had unfolded and her hands were straying down towards the waistband of the panties.” “You aren't sure? I told you to report to me for what reason? Tell me!” “Forfor punishment. the maid bent. perhaps. Hilary thrust the 12 . the panties dropped to her feet. a raging desire burning through him to rip the flimsy panties from her hips and lash a whip into those big. making the girl jump as it whistled down behind her.” “Yes. “What else!” snapped Hilary. as Hilary pulled open a drawer in the bedside table and took out a long. you know what form that punishment is to take?” “Thethe cane. The latter? He would see.” “How old are you. held taut by a black suspender−belt which was really nothing more than series of narrow. arms straightening to force the tiny knickers down over broad hip? and jutting bottom. Later. When it was clinging about her thighs at the tops of her stockings. But this was England and the girl's parents live−din the village scarcely five miles away. “At once!” he rapped. frilly straps. miserably.” She cast him one pleading look. the wind of its passage fanning her scantily−clad bottom. fingers starting a fumble at the catch of one suspender−strap. “Exactly. in return for the high wages I am paying you. not yet wanting her to see the bulge that rose urgently below his belly. two of them dissecting the snowy cheeks of her bottom. by the terms of the agreement on which I hired you as a maid.” He kept behind her.. and. “Why did you think I ordered you to remove your dress?” The girl blushed. wet loveliness. tempting buttocks. sir? They're very thin.” he said softly. pushing out the underpants. The only covering left to her now were the strained brassiere. “I want you to remove your knickers. And. “Now. sir. “Take your knickers right off and bend over the end of the bed. Hesitantly. Joan?” he interrupted. her eyes downcast. sir. but made no reply.” whispered the girl.” “Then you are too old for all this modest school girl nonsense!” Hilary looked at the cringing girl. He could not allow his passions to have the full rein he had been able to when on board “The Bizarre”. high−heeled shoes of black patent leather and the black nylon stockings. “Y−yes. “You agreed when you were hired to accept all punishments from me whenever I considered them merited. where. his tongue thick in a dry mouth.” murmured the girl hesitantly.” Trembling fingers hooked into the elastic waist. “It will impede the application of the cane. “I haven't time to wait for thattake the whole thing down!” With what sounded like a stifled groan. sir. sir−Ithink so. with an elegant little jiggle of her full−calved legs. Joan. and I'll keep to the bargain. whispering against the back nylon of her stockings. But must I take my knickers off? Couldn't I be caned over them.The Slaves of Elizabeth Fale “Yes. must I?” He swished the cane through the air. “Hilary walked round her as she stood with her hands crossed demurely over the hair at the base of her stomach. The former was outthe girl would put a limit to the amount of punishment as she was prepared to take.” “She turned fearful eyes on him. “Do as you are told. she straightened and began a new struggle with the tight elastic belt to get it below her bottom. sir. smiling thinly as she flinched and averted her eyes.
Her shriek was muffled as she ground her mouth into the bedclothes. No attempt to escape. The girl gave a choked cry. Hilary smiled as he watched her. face pushed into the covers to stifle her sobs of pain. “W−what is my−my punishment. an overall pink now. hips slamming against the edge of the bed. Her pain−wracked bottom jumped and shuddered as she writhed from side to side. Her sobbing continued. flashing high heels beating a tattoo on the floor as she fought to control herself and absorb the pain. “Lay your hips on the edge and bend over. keeping her shamed face turned towards the opposite side of the bed from which he stood. her beautiful naked bottom. Then her body tensed.” he instructed. Hilary administered the last two strokes of the girl's thrashing with only moderate force.” His eyes followed her. “I shall give you six strokes. etched with six neatly−laid stripes of a dull. throwing them into fresh. sobbing quietly. the brave girl managed to remain in position. as she hobbled to the end of the bed. Hilary threw the came down beside her on the 13 . so as not to cross any of the other four weals. brownish−pink chasm between the two globes slightly parted. But. When it was over. her back arching. raising another weal not half−an−inch below the first. bluish−red. spanning both cheeks. the girl obeyed him. though muffled. so that your upper body is resting on the bed. she clasped her hands. her hands went back slowly to be clasped tightly before her and she pressed herself flat on the bed in submission.. her thighs pressed tightly together. No pleading. silently awaiting her punishment. keeping her naked bottom thrust out for the rest of her punishment. Thus she lay. the girl lay where she was. somehow. “Stretch your arms well out and clasp your hands together. cracking like a pistol shot. You agree you deserve this punishmentthat you should be caned?” There was a long silence before he heard her whisper: “Yes.” Hilary paused. pressing her hips against the edge of the bed and bending to rest the softness of her upper body on the covers. Hilary measured his distance from the area of punishment and lifted the cane. her near−naked body writhing in torment as a purple−red stripe appeared on the magnificent bottom. “That's far enough. Hilary paused for several seconds to admire the shaking. keeping them high. stretching out her plump white arms. Her control almost broke and her hands started to go to the protection of her defenseless buttocks.” she choked.” With a little sob. as her mouth opened wide to emit the hoarse scream that bubbled from her throat. Her hands were once more crossed in front of her pubis as she turned to look at him. wicked malacca thrummed down to land with a vicious splatt! against the soft flesh. Her thighs splayed. the deep.” Without any further indulgence in the preliminaries he loved so well..” he snapped. getting her voice under control with difficulty. shapely nyloned legs kicking madly behind her. having difficulty in controlling his voice as he looked down at the delectable flesh of the maid's naked buttocks. The slim. spread abjectly before him. sirII. breaking into a sharp cry only as her body jerked under the two final strokes. arresting its in its downward progress. right across the crown of the buttocks. waiting until some of the tenseness had gone from her striped bottom−cheeks and her only movement was the convulsive heaving of her back. Joan held herself down rigidly against the bed. knuckles white as she clutched the bedcovers. Again. as her lovely wealed bottom jerked frantically up and down. fingers twisting into the damask silk cover. quivering contortions of fiery pain. gloating on the heavy shudder of bared thighs and bottom. to be snapped together again by the elastic garter−belt.The Slaves of Elizabeth Fale cane between her legs. The girl squealed. her wide blue eyes glistening with tears. The third stroke was the most vicious of all. just above the crease twixt thighs and bottom. I am going to be lenient. jerking loveliness of the seared bottom−flesh before continuing the punishment. lashing into the softness of the pouting under−cheeks. Joan's head jerked up. “Now go and bed over the bottom of the bed. sir. biting into it and etching a line of hot agony across the centre of the palpitating spheres. “II meanhow many stroked am I to to receive?” “As this is the first time I have had to chastise you. Here was a girl worthy of her salt! The cane rose again to flash down and explode on the trembling mounds of red−streaked flesh. the cane rose and fell.
If he had to wrench those lovely legs apart. don't. his eyes on the two tiny buttons of the bra−strap. now. though with emotion rather than exertion. sirp−please don't to that.” Automatically. to strike. and.The Slaves of Elizabeth Fale bed and watched her for a while. “Now the other. he pulled off her black court−shoes. letting the hard fleshy shaft of his manhood spring up almost parallel with his belly in full erection. “Bottom not smarting quite so much?” “But this time. “A little better. your punishment is over. Putting the flannel down. quivering thighs. Quickly. he pressed her down again. “Stay there a while. He was poised now. his clammy hands tingling on the satin smoothness of her back. rounded calves.” muttered the girl. that would be gone from her and she would be his. “And I must say you took the six strokes rather well. sir. voice catching in his throat as he bent low over her bottom and smelt her woman smell. at the gorgeous reddened bottom jutting above them and almost had an attack of blood−pressure. holding it motionless for a delicious moment. marveling at the smooth texture of the warm flesh. then the foot was pressed hard to the floor again. Hilary moved closer to her.. There came a little gasp of protest and she leaned up on her elbows. he was going to have her. Grasping the recalcitrant leg firmly under the soft calf. Things had gone a little too far. now. then reached up to grasp stockings and suspender−belt and draw them down her lovely white legs. “I'll fetch something to cool your bottom. fingers resting lightly on the strap of her bra. Soon. his lust for her had risen too high for him to draw back now. now. By this time. the pent−up fury of his desire a ranging thirst that could only be quenched in the clinging wetness between those soft. The girl shivered. groaning as numbed muscles flexed and tugged on the taut. tie each ankle to a bed−post and rape her. The maid had started to push herself stiffly upright. head resting on her arms. while Hilary soaked a flannel in cold water at the basin and came back to the bed with it. “Please. she started to obey. twisting her head to see what he was about.” she whispered. she remained in her whipping position. Quickly.” he assured her. Hilary sighed. “Oh.” The leg lifted and Hilary quickly whipped the stocking−belt and stocking from her foot. His forehead was beaded with sweat and he was breathing heavily..” “Feeling better now?” he cut in smoothly on the frightened whisper. “Please let me go!” Her voice had gone shrill with sudden alarm. he forcibly lifted it from the floor and dragged stocking and suspender−belt from the foot. leaving one hand on a lovely flank to stroke slowly and caressingly upwards. “Sirplease. Hilary had the stockings and belt down to the full. Hilary picked up the damp flannel and spread it carefully over her cane−wealed buttocks. Joan. with another glance at the clock. Keeping the hand on her back. to gaze down on the lovely prone body. He turned the flannel and replaced it on her bottom. her face wet with tears.” “Lift one leg.” He raised the flannel.. sir. he decided to risk both the girl and Lady Elizabeth Fale walking out.” he told her. except for the skimpy pink bra.mymy punishment is over. but made no protest. “Feel better?” he asked her shakily. He had to do something about it.” Obediently. burning skin of her bottom. isn't it?” “Yes. rising plump and creamy−white above the blackness of stockings and suspender−belt. pushing herself up on her hands. 14 . although her body tensed perceptibly as his hand moved inwards across her back.. “Well. fingers curling under the strap of the brassiere.” She started to struggle. sir. Have you ever been caned before?” “No. “Th−that isnot since I wa−was about t−twelve years old. wishing her thighs were farther apart for his eyes to penetrate beyond that darkly−shaded division directly below the cleft of her buttocks. he slipped out of his vest and pants behind her. his hands moved a little higher up her back. The bulge under his pants was huge. hold stillI'm going to turn the cloth over. He looked up along the backs of her lush thighs. Even the low moan and the hiss of her breath as cold met fiery heat fanned the flame of his lust for her. naked. she was not to be sidetracked.
peeped out moistly from under the hood formed at the apex where the lips joined. She bucked. eh?” he mused. the bra was ripped from her. stiff−nippled breasts. aureolae like two ripe logan berries. as he straightened to gaze down at what lay below the thick mass of dark pubic hair. adding a beautiful. her hips frantically jerking from side to side in a futile effort to dislodge the hand that closed over the fleshy softness of her vulva. The long. ripping the strap of the bra apart and leaning on her back to hold her down.The Slaves of Elizabeth Fale “Not yet. He felt her body relax. his mouth very close to hers. Spreading his knees to hold her thighs apart. He pressed his hand down on the hot flesh to still her. his rampant penis throbbing hotly against her soft. Warm and silky. “Sobeing caned makes you sexy. as he flung his weight on top of her and gripped her wrists. legs kicking. “And I really wasn't to blame for thathe jumped out on me and 15 . With one sharp pull. for that was exactly what he had expected her to do. he pulled his hand from between her thighs. leaving her grotto unguarded. As she felt the hard glans of his penis press against the soft. the front of her body was exposed to him. you gorgeous little bitch!” panted Hilary. “Are you a virgin?” Her eyes opened to gaze curiously into his.” he said huskily. As she turned onto her back to roll away. and slid the hand on down to slip between the backs of her plump thighs. She lay. Then she was rendered helpless again. you sexy little wench!” She closed her eyes without answering and he lowered himself onto her. don't you. He dug his knees into her jerking flanks. jiggling red bottom to the delicious spectacle. “Nono. then removed his weight from her back suddenly. so that her arms were stretched out on either side of her. pinning them down to the bed. “Tell me. but he could have sworn the colour deepened as she whispered softly. she groaned in defeat. biting on a full underlip as he squirmed over to straddle her wide. however. “Bloody hell! You're as randy as a bitch in heat!” Hilary pressed his fingers into the slippery warmth. he found a sensual delight in caressing them. all resistance gone. Still holding her face down. getting another delicious thrill as her crisp pubic hair scraped delicately against his testicles. With a swift rolling motion. probing for and finding the fleshy button of an erect clitoris. A quick glance behind him as she lay gasping for breath showed her thighs spread wide. The flannel fell to the floor. but mate no objection. knowing she was lost. sensitive labia. her clitoris. Her relief was very short−lived. sniffing the strong. baring her luscious breasts. reared up with her and sat down heavily on her stomach. He was on her immediately. he was between her thighs. pulsing teats. leaving her momentarily defenceless. She jumped and gave a little gasp as he touched it with a fingertip. her thighs coming up to thump into his back in a desperate attempt to throw him. pink gash lay open. quivering belly.” she sobbed. then completely forgot the purpose of the move as her legs splayed open. Joan. He started to slide lower down her body. child−bearing hips. rotating his palms over the hot. no. looking up at him now. glistening with wetness. his hands gliding up her body to cover the ripe. With a sob of relief. winding her. sir. his fingers slimy with her sex secretions. legs asplay. Hilary knelt up on the bed beside her.” “The gardener's boy I caught you kissing this morninghas he had you?” “Oh. lovely bottom going into mad contortions as she tried to use her legs as a lever to twist away from him. sir!” She shook her head violently. feet planted firmly on the floor. She twisted her tear−wet face to one side. quiet and unmoving. “You want it. she twisted away from him. erotic odour. “No. whipping Hilary's lust to white heat with the squirming of her lovely naked body. Her face was flushed with her struggles. a tiny sliver of pin flesh. he risked letting go of her wrists for a glimpse of the female loveliness he was about to enter. She shrieked again. the thick lips folded back like an open wound between her milky thighs. But Hilary was far too experienced a rider of frisky filliesespecially the two−legged kind (either saddled or unsaddled)to be caught napping. She shrieked and struggled.
“Say 'I want ten hard strokes across my gorgeous bottom for lying'. twitching.” “Answer me!” he snapped. lying on her. Drawing his head down she gave him her parted lips and with a little upward jerk of her hips she took the whole of his knob inside her. forcing himself to remain quiescent. Hilary grunted and drew back until only his knob remained inside her. as he body took command. blinding flash. The wet. sensitive walls of her vagina to the limit... evident.. No further problems. a woman not only had to be SEEN to be submissiveshe also had to be HEARD to be submissive! “Which is it to be. He had recovered his control by 16 .” “A whore?” breathed Hilary. cried out for the relief of orgasm. She tensed again. straight nose studied it as a woman studies the face of a man with whom she is sharing the ultimate intimacy possible between the sexes. as though trying to see beyond the mask shown to the rest of the world. Soft arms wound about his neck.. and digging his toes into the thick carpet. Oh. the girl lay perfectly still beneath him. in her. copied almost exactly by Hilary. at her hot little entrance. or reluctantly and in humiliation.. suctioning heat of her was too much for him. The girl was breathing heavily. my sweet?” he murmured. “II want ten−ten. He moved lower on her resilient body. stretching the tender. she turned her head to look up at him.. with a quick intake of breath. Hilary gasped. he rammed his bone−hard cock all the way up her. whether he treats her with love and tenderness. not daring to move lest the seething cauldron that was his loins should boil over and drain the ecstasy of the moment in one short. I can't!” she ended on a sob.The Slaves of Elizabeth Fale started to kiss me before I knew what was happening. I took the punishment because. She cried out with a mixture of pain and pleasure as the formidable prick tore into her. “Say it!” There was a long pause. Divining his emotions. managing to infuse a little harshness into his voice. He increased the downward pressure of his hips. he recalled with considerable satisfaction. when she could no longer control the inner functions of her own body. She was submitting. She studied the slightly sallow face. almost losing control of himself as she shifted her smarting bottom and his knob slipped against the mushy wetness of her. that her body. or savage brutality. to find out what prompts his actions when alone with a naked woman. turning her head away. sir. as his bulbous knob slid down her wet furrow. He knew by her rampant clitoris. Her arms tightened around his neck. Then. especially a first conquest. possessing her. filling her. then came her halting whisper. “Itit makes me sound likelike a. his lips at the side of her trembling mouth.” “That's enough!” snapped Hilary. “Oh. as far as Hilary was concerned. However.” she whispered again. leaving no time to savour. if not her mind.” he hissed urgently. with its hairline moustache below the thin. even the woman's orgasmic ecstasy should be savoured.. softer thighs moved on either side of his hips as he lifted her legs to rest her feet on the edge of the bed. drawing her head back a little so that their lips were just short of touching. to stop.” she whispered. sir. her fingers gripping the bedclothes and he paused. She was bracing herself for his entry. the muscles closing tightly round under the flange. since the end of her caning. until he felt the tiny muscles round her vaginal opening begin to give a little. forcing the glans of his penis more tightly against the entrance of her vagina. and her thoughts flew back to the basics. this thick hard weapon gliding down over her well−haired mount to slip back between her thighs. while Hilary was still thinking of a way to surmount her modest reticence. or 'I want ten pounds in my purse for a fucking'!” “Please don't make me say that. sirII.. her legs locked over the backs of his thighs and her loins heaved upwards to try and get him farther into her belly. He pressed down on her. The thighs splayed outwards and her loins lifted. smiling. Then she felt the pulsing rod of flesh within her. For Hilary to experience the supreme satisfaction. flattening her big warm breasts to feel the heat of their stiff crests burning into his chest. the slippery wetness between her thighs and the condition of her nipples. whether she attained it eagerly and joyously. as a woman should be savoured. The girl moaned softly while Hilary's senses swam. “Go on. although she no longer sounded hesitant. “Ten hard strokes across that gorgeous bottomor ten pounds in your purse?” “Oh.
shaking and jerking in his arms as the powerful orgasm hit her. shaking and heaving together. only a slight puffiness beneath the eyes betraying what she had gone through in the previous half−hour. his own erotic bomb exploded. her legs sprawled widely in weakness. the man thrusting brutally. voluptuous. except for the heaving of their shoulders as they drew great. like two electrified rag−dolls. spattering her womb and uterus with potent semen. belly taut and braced ready to bear his weight. to contemplate the expression of mingled pain and heavenly ecstasy on her face. She carried Hilary on the crest of her passion. the hot.The Slaves of Elizabeth Fale now and could concentrate all his senses on the lovelyand now willingbody of the naked girl under him. her lush. the woman accepting gladly. gradually slowing as though the power were being cut down. Hilary bathed his limp organ at the basin. blushing. Her vagina contracted spasmodically about his great throbbing pole inside her in a sort of off−beat answer to his throbs. the lightly tanned body of the man sagging on the white. keening note of urgency. she gathered up her things and walked towards the bathroom. jiggling bottom now a riot of colour. impeccable in dinner−suit and with hair brushed to its usual sleekness. she clung to him more and more tightly. jerking buttocks. goading sheath of slime that sucked and clung round his prick. mushrooming up through his body. dimming his sight and dulling his brain. “Holdhold my b−bottom. her mouth glued to his and open for his probing tongue. as the hot. then with a glance at the clock hurried into his dressing room. He paused half−way through the encounter. blue and maroon from the caning. The speed of the thrusts he pounded into her mounted rapidly and Joan accelerated the rebound of her up−heaving loins to match him. devouring. he slid his hands down her back and dug his fingers savagely into her hot. When he came out. to show off the slopes and curves of the girl's full−blown body as much as possible whilst still keeping within the conventions of society. covered with the whitish moisture of their mutual spending. Both sobbed with lust as he lunged down and his prick surged back again and Joan pressed her sore bottom into the bed. her full. fluttering in her belly. holding her softness open to him. for. gasping breaths. Hilary's penis was quite slack by the time he pulled out of the girl. her body arching tautly for one timeless moment.” he commented. they rocked madly on the bed. glistening with the wetness of their erotic coupling. Finally. her hand going quickly between her thighs to cover her oozing slit. The dress had been designed by Hilary himself. Gripping each other fingernails scraping and digging. It clung to her shapeliness 17 . curling hairs. pulsing jets into her writhing belly. Letting her have all his weight. “A sweet little cunt you have. bottom well clear of the bed. then she was moaning and sobbing brokenly. tenderized flesh. caressing. hurting herself by rubbing her whipped bottom deliberately into the bedcovers as she pulled back to heave upwards again. they spent madly. her hot. this time gauging his forceful thrust exactly and rearing to meet it with equal enthusiasm. the pink lips of her sated pussy. pulsing. pounding in her temples. Only the fraction of a second was allowed Hilary to savour the girl's sexual climax. hanging slackly open amidst the damp. Each time he drove into her.” she suddenly moaned breathlessly. slimy fall−out spurted in thick. with bright red crescents scoring both plump cheeks where his fingernails had dug into her. She could feel the fathering storm of climax in her loins. they were still. “Hurt me!” Her voice ended on a sharp. pink. grabbing two handsful of soft. and struggled to her feet. most of all. For several ecstatic seconds. He stood regarding her as she lay back. waiting for his thrust. With a deep groan of longing. my pet. demanding mouth the odour of her femininity her sweet breath and agile tongue and. hips bucking madly and out of kilter with his strokes. with the heat of her inner body contorting round his penis. wriggling body. tingling through her breasts and nipples. Without a word. “Looks a bit of a mess now. though better go into the bathroom and clean it up!” The girl gasped. was more than flesh and blood could endure. sweating body of the woman. she jabbed her hips up savagely squirming against him to grind her hot nipples into his chest. clad in her abbreviated maid's uniform. She yelled. She held herself up to him. her cushioning breasts. Joan stood shyly near the bedroom door.
“Ahpayable immediately after your next punishment. She was recalling the pain and humiliation of the punishment she had undergone. sir.” He waited for a reply. go on.” “Yes.” she murmured.) “I must admit you wee a lot better than I thought you were going to be at first.S. “Never let it be said that Hilary Garner was a gypster.” he said carelessly. you didn't actually say you wanted itI did ask you to tell me explicitly whether you wanted ten more strokes of the cane.The Slaves of Elizabeth Fale tightly enough to leave no doubt in the mind of the beholder the contours of what lay beneath without going to the extent of outraging the more conservative among callers and servants. “I shall try very hard not to do anything wrong. “All right. as though it had not occurred to him.” The voice was even smaller. sir. sir.” She turned towards the door. nylon−sheathed legs moving stiffly. “You have a douche. Hilary descended the stairs to bid his waiting guest a tardy welcome. but still hesitated. 18 . sir. with hardly any of the pert hip−swinging and bottom−wagging she normally put into her gait.” “Then go and use itimmediately. I seethe ten pounds. Tell you whatI'll double it! Twenty poundsdoes that please you?” “Oh. “Oh. keeping her head down to avoid his gaze.” She gasped and her colour deepened. assessing the worth of going through it all again for the extra money perhaps.” “That is a point. Hilary following her as far as the door to gaze after her as she walked slowly down the passage. sir. eh?” “No.” The maid turned back towards him eagerly.” he answered quietly. replacing the wallet. you are very kind. her respectful attitude not one what diminished by what had occurred between them. reaching for his wallet. “May I go now. After a long silence. Smiling as he contemplated doubling the ante again after the girl's next caning. girl?” he asked brusquely. “Oh. she slowly turned to the door again.” (Hilary had made his first few million in American during World War Two and occasionally indulged in a U. colloquialism. “So you do not anticipate committing any more misdemeanors. thenyou have me late for dinner already.” He grinned faintly. very well. her shapely. shall I?” “No. is highly improbably?” He had no difficulty in following the workings of her mind as her gaze wandered to the bed. “Yes. He smiled. “Well. “You may go now. in your view. even considering the possible contrivance of some minor fault in the near future. eh? You know. “I suppose that means that you would prefer ten pounds now to a possible twenty pounds in the futurewhich. or ten pound notes. Joan. “Not even if their owner grew up with the same kind of body you haveI'd be too old to appreciate it by then!” “Very well.” he grinned at last. “Then I shall have no occasion to cane you.” he murmured. but she continued to stand with he back to him. sir?” she whispered. sir. “Butbut siryouyou may not have to punish me again. sir. reaching for the handle.” she replied in a small voice. head bent. I have no wish to hear the patter of tiny feet around the place. She went out. blushing prettily.
Problem one: I should be most unwilling. turning towards the drinks table. to which there could be only one outcomeI am quite deceptively strong. dress you. by all means. but no matterwe'll let it pass. then?” “None whatever. hp curling. I should prove moremuch much morethat just a difficult pupil. “Indeed?” she said at last. “That is. The almost imperceptible sneer she generally affected when addressing men was back on her face when she turned round again. “It may interest you to know I have flogged men until the blood ran for being less than one minute late!” “Frankly.” he cut in. “Now that.” he said easily. reaching for the bell−pull without taking his eyes from hers.” “You mean you would actually use your superior strength against a woman. “I could soon prove it to you beyond a shadow of doubt if I had your under my whip!” she retorted hotly.” A lesser man might well have quailed before the menace in tone and expression.. almost mocking. you might very well come unstuck!” he finished slowly and very softly. 19 . “And not MEN. then. With a furious snort of indrawn breath. His refusal to be stung maddened her.” he smiled. “if I took upon myself the role of your teacher. “Drink?” “I suppose soI've been pouring myself bourbon.” He paused.” he added hastily. “And I agree with you absolutely. my dear you didand I should be most disappointed in you if you didn't.. bow. and gave her a slight.” He turned.” he said quietly. it doesn't interest me.” she said pointedly. did you? I believe I once warned you.. to say the least.” “Oh? That's nice.. Elizabethpoor. watching her. but please don't lump the entire male sex under those headings. “Meaning?” “Meaning you might one day pick on a man who resented your attitude so much he would be prepared to do something about showing you how wrong you were. dear Elizabeth. or fowl.. “If you get your pleasures out of having a creature around you to dress up as woman. “You had no such intentions in that direction. that if you ever took it into your head to try.” “Belated!” she hissed. “Truce?” “Truce!” She gave him her hand and he decided that Elizabeth Fale could be quite lovely when she smiled. “Because one day. He stopped before the glowering woman standing with her back to the fireplace. taking a deep draught of bourbon. Hilary's smile merely broadened. brush your hair. bath you. by any chance have yourself in mind as a possible candidate. soyou would have to get me 'under it' as you put it. “About what?” “About men being spineless wretches!” A smile quirked his thin lips.” Hilary saw an issue looming up which it suited his purpose to side−stepfor the time being.. “That wasn't QUITE what I said. The suspicion of a snarl left her mouth as she gave him a keen look. wash your undies and take a thrashing whenever you feel like dishing one out. Hilary. she swung away from him. indulge yourself. “You did. “you would have been on your way back to London!” Her eyes flashed dangerously. spineless wretches who are neither fish. seeing the trap he had led her into.” He held up a decanter.” smiled Hilary suavely as he entered the dining room. Which brings us to problem two: This would necessitate a trial of strength.The Slaves of Elizabeth Fale CHAPTER FOUR “HILARY GARNER!” “Lady Faleand looking very beautiful. “You didn't. “Do forgive the belated.?” He roared with laughter as her voice trailed off.” He met her fierce stare with a gentle smile. handing her a glass.” “My butler told you I should shortly have some very interesting news for you. nor good red meat. as he knew it would. poses several problems. my dear Elizabeth. “Do you realize I have been waiting here for almost an hour? If it had not been for the fact that.
“I do wish you'd cut out that habit of keeping people hanging in mid−sentence!” “I have that habit?” he smiled. “And you know. And this morning. “Things were already under way when you arrived. “I made no such call. “Sorry! This morning.The Slaves of Elizabeth Fale “Bring on the victuals. now.” “I hardly think you would have appreciated your host greeting you in his vest and underpants!” “Is that how you usually attend to domestic matters?” she said coldly. Hilary?” she murmured.” he said thoughtfully.” Hilary confessed. of course. no.” “You assumed correctly!” she replied. I'm afraid that was only a little delaying action on my part. “Well.” he answered carefully. I was about to attend to a small domestic matter when you arrived that's why I could not come down to welcome you. he grinned.” “Oh?” “I caned her!” “Not exactly an innovation for you. there's an annoying imbalance in a certain matter concerning the cruise. he called me long−distance to tell me that Natia had left Cannes by motor−launch and headed east along the coastshe is. “Let's not split hairs at this juncture! I've had Howard Tesker in charge of some men in Cannes for over a week. “Pax!” he grinned.” Hilary paused to refill their brandy glasses. of course. Hilary!” exclaimed Elizabeth enthusiastically.” he began. even if only to say hello and offer me a drink. “The fact is. “perhaps I do have an interesting item of news for you. you could have had the courtesy to spare a minute from whatever you were doing. They have located Natia Daeudiri and have been sticking to her like a second skin. after inviting me here. not exactly. “One which I intend to rectify in the very near future. being followed. almost shattering it. I had a wire from Tesker yesterday which said Natia was on the move and that everything was under control. in preparation for a storm. I had just persuaded her to take off her dress when you were announced. is the purpose I had in mind as well as rescuing those seven women from her clutches.” “Rescuing. “Well. conventionally served by butler and footman.” “Surely. that Hilary dismissed the servants and got down to the purpose of his invitation to Lady Fale. Turkish cigarettes smouldering in two long holders. as the butler appeared. It was with the coffee and brandy. As a matter of fact. Tesker was in England a couple of days ago to report to me on progress.” “On reflection. THAT sort!” she snorted disgustedly.” “And how far had you got when I sent the butler up for the second time?” “Her under−things were about to follow the dress! And I was still in my underpants! I'm sorry. waiting for her to make a move.” “Bravo. Elizabethbut what could I do?” “I still think you could have timed yourah amorous pursuits more conveniently.” “Don't tell me they've lost her!” “Oh.” “And I take it that I fit in somewhere?” she asked with a smile. “Yes?” Elizabeth clucked impatiently. “And you were rather early. “Certain of them. “I assumed you would like to be in on the party. They confined themselves to generalities and carefully worded enquiries regarding those who had returned with them from the cruise.” said Hilary calmly. Conversation was necessarily stilted during dinner. “Oh.” He held up his hand quickly as he saw her bang her balloon glass down on the table. “So that long−distance phone−call your butler said you were to make was about Natia! Well what's the interesting news? Have they caught up with her?” Hilary coughed. dark eyes flashing. “Anything that will give that little chit of an Arab her come−uppannce!” “That. but go onwho is she?” 20 . George!' he cried gaily.
“Sir Ronald Duveen and Lord Settle−wood. Let's get back to the” “Can't wait!” grinned Hilary. “Hence the difficulty in getting he to take her clothes off. a staid and sober butler.” he went on.” She stopped. in my father's time. “will be quite at liberty to do. I suppose. she changed the subject. I shall put you and the girls ashore with a couple of my men. “Why you.” “Don't tell me you have a punishment room fitted up as well?” “Alas no. Hilary?” laughed Elizabeth. took another of his cigarettes.The Slaves of Elizabeth Fale “One of my maids?pretty little thing.. the gardener and his family living in a cottage in the grounds. but the equipment has long since been moved out. you will proceed to the chateau of a friend of mine near Algiers. but another half−a−dozen private eyesall armed.” “Where's 'The Bizarre' at the moment?” “Well.” “And you.. I hope. though. you know. The supercilious sneer which annoyed Hilary so much was twisting her mouth again as she went over to the table. As soon as Tesker has the location in the 'Natia. which we shall have all ready to dissuade any stinking Arab who gets ideas about trying to bring that harpoon gun to bear on us. though. affecting a sigh of boredom. Now.” Hilary fitted a fresh cigarette into his holder and slid the cigarette box down to Elizabeth. She had walked into it again. hastily. she should be somewhere off Cannesfar enough off. lit it. isn't it? This isn't 'The Bizarre'. as it were. This was her first punishment.” she said.. “A middle−aged female cook. “I hope it won't come to the use of firearms. “Shouldn't be long. “What are your plans after boarding the 'Natia'? You don't intend keeping it. especially on the subject of sex. rubbing his hands. “Perhaps one dayI'm toying with a few ideas in that direction. against the little pistol you had.” “And what have you in mind. “that you will not be able to control the urge to have your usual fun and games between their legs. we not only have our own crew. I 21 . I wouldn't mind having Alex Tremayne and George Carruthers with me. I hope Natia herself hasn't forgotten it!” “I don't quite follow.” Hilary said thoughtfully. catching the fiery little Arab princess with her ahknickers down.” “Are you taking any of the male passengers you had before?” enquired Elizabeth. now.” “I only beat one of them at the momentby arrangement. her mouth clamping shut. Deciding reluctantly that she was no match for him in his present form...” murmured Hilary sweetly.” “Remember what she promised before they pulled away? She said if they ever found us in the Mediterranean. they had a harpoon gun.. You do not have to worry about my friend. are a little too old.” he sighed. we have acquired a deadly little machine gun. for what I have in mind. “Well.” he mused.” Elizabeth cut short his musings: “Tell me of your IMMEDIATE plans. We'll tie the crew up and smash enough equipment to ensure their not being able to follow for quite some time. capable of firing explosive charges. married footman. I think. I should think that by showing our considerable teeth.. From there. what it is you do in place of sex!” Her face reddened. “The whips will sing and we'll all ride again. There are one or two rooms down in the cellars whose walls could tell an interesting tale of yesteryear. Just to make certain. if we could get in touch with them in time. they'd send us to the bottom.” “With seven captive women all screaming blue murder?” gasped Elizabeth.” “You beat your female servants here at the Manor? But risky. for Natia to be unaware of her proximity.” “I hope you haven't forgotten that the 'Natia' is a larger and faster craft than yourswith a larger crew.” “If we are not able to take her unawares. eitherhe and I have the same fondness for the whipping of beautiful female bottoms. well. eh?” “Among quite a few other things. Too many problems at the moment.. Roger Blane is already with Tesker. “Which means. This time.” murmured Hilary. but I have not been in touch with the others since we got back. Then. my dear Elizabeth. “They will be in a large van which will be waiting for youthey will also be gagged. Naturally. do you?” “Of course not. and turned to face him.' we shall join 'The Bizarre' and move in. they will be persuaded that discretion is the better part of valour and hoist the white flag. a little too fat.
The Slaves of Elizabeth Fale have been in touch with him and he will be expecting you.” “And where will you be?” “I shall be attending to one or two other little matters, but I shall join you in a few days. You will have the time of your life being the mistress of seven beautiful slaves, my dear. You will be in complete charge and there is more equipment for the taming and flagellation of women at the chateau than you could get through in a year!” “Hm, I should have preferred to have had men under my croup,” muttered Elizabeth, although her eyes were sparkling, with a positive tigerish smile playing round her mouth. “But I'll make do. Having that Natia to flog will make up for it.” Hilary regarded her shining face and smiled. “I take it you approve of the plans, then?” “I can't fault them, Hilary,” she said, the tiny white line of hardness at each corner of her mouth lost in the deeper dimples of the first real smile Hilary had observed that evening. “Except, of course, in that one particular,” she added. “Ier I suppose I couldn't bring Tony Hood along, could I?” “On this trip, I would prefer not,” Hilary answered firmly. “You must admit he's such a simpering fop...” Hilary shook his head. “No, ElizabethI could imagine him screaming his head off if we ran into real trouble. Besides, you'll have your hands full with the girls.” “All rightno matter. May I help myself to another drink?” “By all meansyou may help me to one while you're at it.” Hilary stood regarding her slender, but shapely body from the rear, his eyes finally coming to rest on the tight round buttocks straining against the black skirt and showing the ridged edges of panties and garter−belt, with the slim lines of the straps running down the backs of her thighs to hold the sheer stockings taut on her slim, well−shaped legs. He stared, as though by staring he could penetrate the thin material penetrate so that those rounded buttocks were bared to him, penetrate to the very heart of the warmth and softness that lay snugly hidden beneath the arch at the tops of her strong thighs. Hilary speculated on what she might look like in the nude and idly wondered what sort of sexual performance she would be capable of in bedif any. Perhaps, my round−bottomed Elizabeth, we may... His flow of thought was broken by a polite cough. “You are wanted on the telephone, Sir Hilary,” the butler informed him. “Will you take the call in the study, or shall I plug them through to the dining room, sir?” “The study will doI'll be along in a minute. Who is it, by the way?” “It's a long−distance call, sirMr...” “Tesker!” shouted Hilary, starting for the door. Make those brandies large ones, Elizabeththis is it!” He was beaming and rubbing his hands briskly when he returned a few minutes later. “Got your passport, Elizabeth?” “Not with me. So it's on, is it?” “It most certainly is! You had better get back to London tonight and pack, for tomorrow we fly out to Cannes!”
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Hilary looked down as the Elizabethan class aircraft banked over Cannes to make its landing approach, scanning the harbour and wondering which of the many gleaming, white−hulled vessels was “The Bizarre”. From the air, the coastline curved, dented and rose, to accommodate the fickleness of Mother Nature, the golden sands washed by a sea of white−edged, azure blue glaring whites and pastel shades of the clustered buildings added more colour to an already colourful scene, the silvery glints of the numerous heated swimming pools belonging mainly to the luxury hotels seeming, somehow, incongruous so near to the warming sea. Here it was that the starlets and beatniks congregated. Here, during the “season” were found the models and the wealthy playboys, the former vying with each other for exclusive invitations to the private villas owned by the latter, their only claim to a better way of life being the shapes in which their flesh had been moulded, their degree of success generally commensurate with the amount of the said flesh they were prepared to exposeand sharein the privacy of the aforementioned villas. Howard Tesker was there to greet them when Elizabeth and Hilary had cleared customs, leading them straight to a waiting car with an air of extreme urgency, saying he would give them all the details of the latest developments on the way. The car left the airport, later swinging onto the broad curving highway, lined with gently−swaying palms, hotels, balconied penthouses and flat−roofed villas that spoke of plush living and the heavy tourist trade. It was still very early in the season, but already, the streets and beaches were gay with the million different colours and hues of tanned flesh, bikinis and brief play−suits of female native and tourist alike. Eager as he was for information concerning Natia, Hilary found himself slightly irritated as Tesker claimed his attention throughout the whole of the journey down to the harbour, leaving him no time to contemplate the scantily−covered, bouncing breasts and pert, jiggling buttocks of the pleasure−bound females who thronged either side of the boulevard and flitted in and out of the stream of slow−moving traffic. “As I told you over the phone,” said Tesker, “Natia left Cannes yesterday morning in a motor launch, heading along the coast towards Nice, followedthough she didn't know itby Roger Blane and a couple of our men in an Auster aircraft we hired.” Tesker paused and grinned. “Very useful man, old Rogerhe hit the jackpot! Not only pin−pointed Natia when she went ashore for awhile just outside of Monacohe circled around and spotted the 'Natia' about ten miles out. A little later, Natia's launch went out to ithe said he was tempted to go down for a closer look, but didn't want to give the game away. The launch returned from the yacht, but he wasn't sure whether or not Natia was on it. Then, a little while after that, the 'Natia' followed it and he decided he could safely land and refuel.” “So that's where she is,” mused Hilary. “Monaco. What about the women?” “We haven't been able to find out definitely if the girls are aboard, of course, but everything points to it, unless she put them ashore somewhere within a day or two of her taking them from us, which is most unlikely.” “Well, go onwhat else did Blane find out?” “Well, the 'Natia' anchored about a half a mile out and Roger thought at first that they might be waiting until nightfall to bring the girls ashore and transport them to some hideout Natia had been having prepared for them. Then, later in the afternoon, she came right into a berth in Monaco. By this time, Roger and our two private eyes had taken a stroll round the quay and, by dint of a few well−placed questions and a little folding money, they found out that the 'Natia' was taking on stores and fuel for a trip to Oran.” “Oran? Now where the hell...! Oh! That's Algeria isn't it?” “Exactly,” grinned Tesker. “A little over a couple of hundred miles further along the coast from Algiers. Now don't forget, her father's a sultan, or something, somewhere in Morocco, so it must be quite a happy hunting ground of hers unto that way. We figure she probably has her main headquarters either around there or a little further into Morocco and that that's where she's taking our women.” “But that's just perfect, isn't it?” exclaimed Elizabeth enthusiastically. “With your friend's chateau near 23
The Slaves of Elizabeth Fale Algiers, Hilary...” “She seems to be playing right into our hands, sure enough.” Hilary broke in, smiling wolfishly. “Do you know, I'm beginning to feel almost sorry for our poor little Natia! Any more information, Howard?” “Plenty!” said Tesker eagerly, proud of himself and his friend Roger Blane. “Roger flew back here this morning, leaving the other two to watch for the 'Natia' sailing. They are in touch with 'The Bizarre' by short−wave radio, so we shall know as soon as the 'Natia' leaves Monaco. Meanwhile...” “Meanwhile, Howard,” smiled Hilary, “we start out across the Med. and stop the engines at some point half way between...” “Burning up the air with radio messages the 'Natia' is bound to pick up and follow,” went on Tesker happily. “And there will be 'The Bizarre', like a sitting duck, flat−footed, waiting for Natia to send her to the bottom.” “To misquote our beloved Sir Winston: “Some ducksome feet!” chuckled Hilary. “Yes, Natia is certainly playing into our hands. So all we have to do now is get aboard as quickly as possible, eh?” “That's why I hurried you up at the airport, Hilary. We want to be well out before that message comes through, because the 'Natia' has more speed than we do. We're all fueled up and ready to move just outside the harbour.” Twenty minutes later, the three were boarding. “The Bizarre” from a dinghy. Hilary turned to Tesker as soon as the luggagemostly Elizabeth's was aboard. “Right, Howardanchors aweigh!” “Aye−aye, sir!” grinned Tesker with alacrity, heading for the wheelhouse. “By the way,” Hilary called after him. “Where have we got the machine−gun?” Howard Tesker pointed to a tarpaulin−covered bulk atop the wheelhouse. “War surplus Browning .303I had it mounted on a swivel, so we can rake 'em fore and aft if we have to!” “You're a very resourceful fellow, Howard,” Hilary said admiringly. “And you can almost start closing your fist around that five hundred!” He turned towards the companionway. “Come on, Elizabethlets go below and have a drink. Join us when you're ready, captain,” he called over his shoulder. “Aye−aye, sir!” grinned Tesker, again. As Hilary broached a magnum of champagne, “The Bizarre” set sail once more, heading sou'−sou'−west.
rode the “Natia”.” “Before you go. two more have 9mm Lugers and there's one for you if you want it. if you say sobut what's the idea?” “They are going to travel openlyand quite willingly. but whatever you say. I suppose. Hilaryshe sneaked up on us during the night. “As a matter of fact. Just a slight change of plan regarding the women when we get them back. Now she's only about a quarter of a mile awayyou'll be able to see her if you look through your porthole. stay where you are. We carried on until about an hour ago and then shut off the engines to give her a chance to catch up.30−30 rifles. about twenty minutes. Well. I was quite handy with Brownings during the war. the gold braid around cuffs and peak of white−topped cap glinting in the light. Howardhow long have we got before she's alongside?” “She seems to be taking her timeonly at quarter−speed. while he puts a couple of shots below their water−linefinis!” “All right. He sat up and switched on the light. Impress on them that they will soon be going home to England. still watching the approaching “Natia”. “What'll it do?” laughed Tesker. she couldn't have timed it better for ussaves making a show of running! We had a signal from Monaco letting us know she had started shortly after you went to bedI saw no point in waking you. apart from that harpoon gun. rubbing sleep from his eyes.The Slaves of Elizabeth Fale CHAPTER SIX It was just after dawn when Hilary was awakened by Tesker's insistent knocking on the door of his cabin. I'd say. Blane and Elizabeth to the chateau. Probably knows we haven't the speed to out−run her.” “Good manany word from the bitch herself?” “Five minutes ago. I want them treated as honoured guests from the moment they come aboard. “By the waywhat about Roger Blane?” “He has one of the Marlinscrack shot with a rifle. Hilary. We shall be rising a little in their estimation after rescuing them from Natia and I propose to play that to the hilt.” “How are our armaments?” “I have six men in position and under cover along the port side armed with Marlin .357 Magnum. “word in your ear. isn't it?” 25 . Howard. pamper them.” “That should be enough. because I intend taking a small chance when we get to Algiers. “Don't tell me she caught you napping!” “No fear!” Tesker was dressed in his full−dress uniform as Captain of Hilary's one hundred and twenty foot cruiser. too. Say.” Hilary got out of his bunk and went across to the porthole.” “What? But that's taking a bit of a chance.” “Well.” “Well. we're coming aboard'. “Come in. “Damn near knock the engine out of a car at a quarter of a mile! If they are well armed. I hopewith yourself.” he called.” “What'll it do? asked Hilary.” Hilary lit a cigarette and walked across the cabin to run water into the basin. so I'll take care of the one on the wheelhouse. no signals. Tell them we got carried awaytell them anything that will help towards getting their trust again. Howard?” “The 'Natia'. make love to themsleep with them if they'll let youbut no force. I think I'll get to my post on top of the wheelhouse before they get too close. I'll knock the harpoon gun out.” “Good. There. Feed them. you understand?” “I don't understand.” Hilary said thoughtfully. of course. Are you getting the picture now? We are sorry for the way we treated them when they were aboard 'The Bizarre' and we want to make up for it. just off the port bow and closing slowly with the brilliant rising sun almost directly behind her.” “Warn the men about thisimpress it especially on Roger. That will give me time to shave and dress and warn Elizabeth. “What is it. and look like they want to make a fight of it. if it isn't I have our best manthe one who fouled the 'Natia's' screws with the cargo net armed with a Smith and Wesson . Short and to the point'No tricks. I want him to do his damndest to get back into Betty's Steven's good books and you must make your peace with Mary Hawe.
” “Mr.. “I thought I'd warn you to keep to your cabin in case they start firing.” murmured Hilary mildly. or look like making a real fight of it. “We shouldn't have much trouble in getting them to the chateau without.” he fitted a Turkish cigarette into his holder. Howard. “Don't hole them unless you absolutely have to. You'll find a Luger on the chart table. with rifles already trained on the “Natia".” “I told you the last time that I am quite capable of taking care of myself! How close are they?” “Almost within hailing distance. And there she rode. I promise you will not regret it.. you can deliver your surrender terms. starting them again briefly in reverse to halt her forward movement. pulling the door closed the last few inches slowly enough to catch the flash of long bare legs and white thighs as she threw off the bedclothes and leapt out of bed. I haven't come to lay siege to yourer virginity!” he snapped. eh? “That I shall most certainly do!” Hilary went into the wheelhouse for the Luger and then made his way to the rails to watch the approach of the other vessel. sir. can you?” she sneered.” “Good. I'll bring my pistol. toojust in case. not a dozen yards from “The Bizarre”. “Even at times like these.” “Aye−aye. With another glance through the porthold at the on−coming “Natia. Howard!. the scar along the edge of his jaw puckering as he smiled. his voice ending on a rising note of question in sudden annoyance. “Even Drake finished his game of bowls.The Slaves of Elizabeth Fale “How much of a chance depends on how successful we are in gamingor.” came Tesker's quiet voice just above his head. “Who is it?” she called sleepily in answer to his knock.. re−gainingtheir confidence. Hilaryso long as I don't have to die. “Well.” “Please yourself. now no more than two hundred yards distant.” He paused and chuckled.” he warned the man. you can't forget the old Adam. Hilary stopped in the doorway. Take your time getting to Algiers and that will give us a chance to work on them.” “What do you want?” she asked suspiciously. looking more feminine than Hilary could remember seeing her before.” An edge had crept into Hilary's voice. “There are seven women probably locked in a hold. Hilary. “You'd better come in. Her dark hair was unbound and fell in raven cascades to her bare white shoulders. Do you want to parley with her first?” “No point. ” “Your's is not to reason why. her body gleaming palely through a translucent mauve nightdress. because I've given our men orders to let her have her say and then fire a warning fusillade over their heads. and strolled leisurely out to rouse Elizabeth. “We are about to be attacked by. keeping a respectful distance from the central figureNatia Daeudiri. “Your's is but to do!” Tesker signed resignedly.” “But is there any need for this?” Tesker looked at his chief in amazement. rising and falling gently on the slight swell.” “Then I shall be on deck in four! I want to see that bitch of an Arab's face when she finds she's walked into our trap. “As you say. firm breasts pressing out the material and the dark peaks of the nipples embossing them like tiny buttons. Just inside the wheelhouse. “a piratical craft closing fast on the port bow!” “Oh!” There came the sound of rustling bedclothes. They should be alongside in about five minutes. Arab seamen lined the rail. “If you do exactly as I say. rather. Tesker at his post?” “Right here. “All set.” “Elizabeth was sitting up. with it!” Hilary grinned as he put down his razor and sluiced water over his face. Up on deck.” Tesker left the cabin and Hilary dressed in a tailored blue blazer and gleaming white ducks..” Hilary left the cabin. taking the command from Roger 'I'll only show myself if they go for that harpoon gun. with the small. “Hilary. out of sight of the approaching yacht. After the warning. lying flat. lit it... 26 . “The “Natia” had shut off her engines to drift in. Roger Blane knelt. the men were deployed along the port side. she pulled the covers up to her chin. with a yachting cap set at a rakish angle on his dark head. With a tightening of her lips. while behind him crouched the crew−man with the Smith and Wesson. cuddling his Marlin lovingly.
The Slaves of Elizabeth Fale Several of the crew were armed with pistols. Three short. “Hilary Garner! I did not expect Allah to answer my prayers so quickly!” The silvery voice floated across almost bubbling with triumph. Another sharp crack echoed across the water and the dinghy suddenly tilted. “What was it you threatened me withkeelhauling? Now stand by and have all your crew and any other passengers up on deck. There. “You'll die for thisand I'll see you take at least a week to do it!” “Give 'em another volley!” ordered Hilary. “Nice shooting. although aimed in the direction of “The Bizarre". I and some of my crew are coming aboard. Someone passed her a megaphone and she raised it to her lips. after which you will be thrown to my crew for them to take their pleasure between your legs!” A laugh rippled across the water. that they could almost have been taken for the bare flesh of a white woman from that distance. giving just a peep of her navel above the waist of the skirt as she moved. holding a black.” hissed Roger Blane. I shall return your firewith the harpoon gun!” “Wouldn't you rather surrender?” Hilary shouted back mockingly. roaring bursts were sufficient to ensure that the harpoon gun would never by of any use againexcept as scrap metal! The crew of the “Natia” stood frozen in shock at this new deadly threat. blue−black hair bound up this time and drawn back in a similar style to Elizabeth's. pitching the men into the sea while it hung by the stern. the other at her side.” “Have you quite finished. Full round breasts strained against a white. standing facing this way with their hands in the air by the time we reach you. One hand was behind her back. beautifully sculptured thighs and full−calved legs. Hilary guessed they did not consider they would be needed as anything more than a threat. then Natia had the megaphone 27 . “That was very foolish. “I have until I board you!” She put down the megaphone and a few of her men started to lower two small dinghies.” she yelled. you will be flogged senseless by myself and my captain. clasping the pistol. Fire!” Another volley rang out. “You have just added one more thing to what I had in store for you. Clothed completely in dazzling white. swinging crazily. Picking up the megaphone again. with three men in it. she made a striking figure. Natia herself dropping to a wary crouch. you yellow swine!” they heard Natia yelling to her crew. He turned his attention to Natia. while a pair of white matador pants clung so tightly to her wide. “I warned you what would happen if I ever caught you in the Mediterranean again! We are coming aboard. “Over their heads again. cocking his pistol. jutting breasts. Roger!” Just then. but. sleek and tigerish in a short black leather skirt. Do you have that woman you call Lady Fale with you on this trip?” “Wonderful to see you again. Hilary did so. was not manned. short−handled whip. Her midriff was bare. “The two people I have been praying would fall into my handsto fulfill a promise to my crew if we even found you. “This is excellent!” shouted Natia.” he said in aloud in his easy−going Massachusetts drawl. while two of them ran aft to man the harpoon gun. “Duck behind the wheelhouse. sir!” grinned Blane. boys. Garner! If you do that again. open−necked shirt. Natia!” Elizabeth Fale emerged from the companionway. Garner. just as Blane roared “Fire!” A sharp crackle of gunfire rang out and most of the “Natia's” crew dropped flat. Hilary... she yelled. Hilary looked admiringly through the glass at Roger Blane levering another round into the breach. Natia almost dropped the megaphone in her fury. by the way they held them negligently down at their sides. “Man that harpoon gun!” A few of her crew returned the fire. “Yes. with her pale olive skin and the thick. calf−hugging black riding boost with high heels and a black bolero−shaped jacket of soft leather. You will be stripped naked and tied to the mast of your accursed mast. Howard Tesker threw off the tarpaulin to reveal himself and the Browning on top of the wheel−house. except for the little flare at the ankles. “Get those boats lowered. laced down the front so that it was moulded to her hard. “And they like their pleasures roughfrom the galley−boy up!” “And that sounds very much like the voice of experience!” Hilary shouted back. One of the dinghies began to lower again. He threw a glance aft and saw that the harpoon gun. curving hips. Natia?” shouted Hilary. “Okay. coiled like a gleaming snake.
Roger Blane's rifle cracked again and an Arab screamed. I hope we shall have gained their confidence enough for them to travel ungagged and unfettered to the chateau with yourself. drew Lady Fale to one side. Natia. himself a fair shot. “You've survived one more battlethe next will be your last! I shall be back before you can leave the Mediterraneanwith enough arms and men to blast you out of the water!” She flung down the megaphone and creamed orders to her frightened crew. Then she shook her head. hands planted on her svelte hips.The Slaves of Elizabeth Fale again.” Elizabeth stepped away from him. came forward to stand with her crew although. I want you to be as sweet to them as you know howwe've got to showand convincethem that we regret acting as we did when they were with us. And don't forget you are covered!” Natia stood for a while.” He pointed the sheelhouse. Hilary. Blane and Tesker will return to the yacht with Raoul (the owner of the chateau) leaving you in complete charge.” she sneered. too. “Want to give in now?” “Kill the pig!” she yelled and Hilary had to duck quickly as shots shattered the glass panel of the wheelhouse door. Garner!” she screamed. dropping his pistol and clutching his wrist. furious voice came through the megaphone again.” Elizabeth Fale's eyes brightened momentarily and her teeth flashed in a brief smile. dominate them anderdo whatever else you wish with them.” “We are going to release them from Natia's clutches. shattering glass and splintering woodwork. Natia was the last to move. Hilary roared with laughter. Tesker had poured several short bursts into it. it is going to be a genuineor almost genuinerescue operation. “All right.” shouted Hilary strolling forward. then she. Blane and Tesker. Garner. “There will be a slight hitch in plans when you reach the chateau. but before they could reach it. looking from Tesker to her smashed wheel house. she refused to raise her hands and instead. whilst I attend to some business and have 'The Bizarre' made ready for their return voyage to England. still showing defiance. Elizabeth.” “To act as hostess and general factotum.” Hilary went on. and that's final!” “To act as the mistress of seven beautiful slaves. that machine−gun could now the lot of you down in seconds!” Hilary picked Roger Blane and two crewmen accompany himself and Elizabeth as the advance boarding party.” Natia's shrill. and that decided the issue. stood clutching the rail front of her. but before getting into the boat. Instead of this being a case merely of slaves reverting their original owners. watching her face. “release them when we get to Algiers?” “That's the idea!” smiled Hilary. ride them. Three of them made for the wheelhouse. Elizabeth! There's all the equipment you will need at the chateau. and that we intend making it up to them in every way possible.” “For your own good. “You won't be back. “I do NOT find that at all amusing!” “You will. For the first time. “Have you gone out of your mind? What are you going to do.” “I've made a few alterations in our plans. Hilary gave orders for a dinghy to be lowed then shouted another warning across to the “Natia. She stood by the rail. I suppose? NoI won't do it.” “Now I know you've gone mad!” snapped Elizabeth. I would advise you refrain from any last−minute tricks.” “I don't followbut go on. She leapt back with a startled yelp. ElizabethI think you may find them amusing. “However. 28 . Pistols clattered to the deck as the crew slowly raised their hands and shuffled forward to line up close to the rail. bring them aboard 'The Bizarre' and give them exactly what they expected when they left Englanda pleasure cruise. glaring hatred as some of Hilary. “You dog. When we get to Algiers. legs wide. aimed his Luger carefully and chipped the deck with a bullet close to her feet. They will have their cabins backall their things are still hereand we shall do our level best to make up for all the pain and misery we got them into. You'll be able to whip them. “Because you aren't going anywhere! I want you and your crew lining the rail with their hands upI am coming aboard. enjoying the look of astonishmentand no little disappointment on her face. “Just remember. Natia looked uncertain. where they will spend a few days enjoying themselves and generally recuperating from their ordeal.
She stood listlessly. then turned back as he was struck with an afterthought. and that I would not be prepared to risk under any circumstances! The whole idea is ridiculous!” “Not even with six men to back you up? They work for Raoul and are experts in the taming of women. “Well. “Beautiful!” he murmured. flog them. who grabbed Natia's arms and held her rigidly between them. Hilary nodded to Blane and the other man.” “Perfect. “Seven against oneI should probably end up by being thrashed myself.” “All right. “Still the fiery little vixen. The smooth. as they slanted downwards. Where are our women?” “Find out!” “I intend to!” Without warning. leather−covered mount. Firm.” he smiled.. clinging so tightly to her lovely limbs they even showed the dimples in her knees. “You know. “You really must give Elizabeth the address of your tailor!” He stepped back to survey her. “Don't touch me. Hissing intakes of breath were shared by friend and foe alike as the glory of her upper body was exposed. you understand?” “Is he aware of all these arrangements yet?” “To the last detailI have been constantly in touch with him since before we felt England. ending all thought of further resistance. he could see the pouting overhang at the tops of her thighs. There came another coughing roar from the Browning and bullets whistled overhead. you yellow dogs!” A few hands lowered and some of the men started to edge in hesitantly.” He shrugged. They will do whatever you tell them to do. I should have known you better!” the hard lines of her mouth softened in a smile. with a vicious outward and downward wrench. help me. the silky coffee−and−cream skin gleaming in the sunlight. “Turn her round. Natiano more games. Standing close to her. “There will be all the shyness and outraged modesty. She suddenly came to life. her expression apathetic as though she had not yet grasped the fact that her seeming hour of triumph had been turned at the last moment to bitter. “Merely a precaution in case our slaves ever escaped and talked I wouldn't want to get him involved. Meanwhile. Hilary! But I can't understand why you. I'm fairly strong and very capable. Hilary saw her white matador pants were made of calf−skin. Her buttocks reared back. leather−clad legs 29 . the seat of the pants moulded so tightly to the rounded cheeks. you have a clear field for at least four or five days. you filthy pig!” she screamed. their humiliation when they are first strippedand you will have their lovely white.The Slaves of Elizabeth Fale “It wouldn't work. Hilary. looking round wildly at her crew as she struggled in the arms of Hilary's two men. or just sit outside the door while you do whatever you want to them. you shall have the pleasure of breaking them in all over again. curving plains of her belly were followed religiously.” grunted Hilary. She spat at him like a wild thing and Hilary had to jump back quickly as her foot lashed out. “All right. He walked round in front of her and stood smiling mockingly into her eyes for a moment. “Just one small pointI should like you to give the impression that those men are in your pay rather than Raoul's. shapely. “So you see. I'm almost tempted to have you flogged in them!” He reached out and brushed his hand over the plump. humiliating defeat. jutting. whether it's to tie them. unmarked bodies to work on. now?” “Let's!” A few seconds later they were boarding the “Natia” with drawn pistols. leaving the two tattered halves hanging about her hips.. Hilary's two hands shot out to grasp the V neck of her white shirt. then. Hilary's pulses quickened as they held her with her back to him. he ripped it apart right down to her waist. but how the hell am I going to get seven women to let me whip them without putting up a fight?” She shuddered.” “I shall be along later.” Hilary started to follow Blane into the dinghy. ride them. eh?” Hilary sneered. Shall we attend to Natia. swelling breasts jumped and swung violently as she shrieked with rage and shame. HilaryI apologise. whilst one of the crew took the motorised dinghy back for more men. incurving towards the thighs and rising to the prominent pubic hillock at the centre of the loping underbelly. her eyes blazing hatred. never fearI really do have one to two things to attend to.
” he told the crewman holding her other arm. Hilary moved close to her. “That was the first of ten strokes.The Slaves of Elizabeth Fale lashing out in an effort to maim her tormentor. curse you!” she panted. He drew the pistol from his pocket and signaled to Roger Blane and the crewman to release her. None of them were sure whether they were glad or sorry when they obtained confirmation of the situation by seeing Elizabeth's whip and pistol and Hilary's Luger. I feel so ashamed to think that I had a hand in this as well.” said Hilary. she shut her eyes tightly and twisted her head away. more hands were lowered to conceal pubic mounts and shaded thigh junctions. this was sacrilegious! THEY HAVEN'T SEEN ANYTHING YET! he told himself.” Natia screamed again as her lovely body was arched and a hard knee was shoved into her back. Hilary. “Once more. to them. so that her bare breasts were thrust out. getting the picture as they saw the lash−marks across her breasts. almost mauve. a flick of her supple wrist making the whip crack sharply. “In fact. handing the whip back to its owner.” Natia started to pull the two halves of the shirt up to cover her breasts.” She handed it to him and he uncoiled the gleaming black length of it. The breasts juddered madly under the blow and Natia screamed.” “You lead the wayand no tricks!” snapped Hilary. quivering breasts. struggling futilely in the arms of her captors. drawing the whip back. The whip flashed. but jumped back with a startled yelp as Elizabeth's arm flashed up from her side. saw the backward jerk of his wrist and the sun glinting on the black ship as it blurred upwards. her hands cupping her smarting breasts. very quietly. her eyes fixed on the bare brown torso. The crack was softened somewhat by the tender cushions the whip fell on. Elizabeth. eyes dwelling on the lovely. the large nipples and their aureolae dark. naked to the waist. splashes of colour against the paler skin of the mounds they adorned. knowing she must take at least one lash there in order to preserve what renamed of her dignity as an Arab princess before her crew. Roger Blane foiled this by crossing his leg over the front of both of hers. struggling Natia. “They'rethey're locked up below. dogyou'll get no help from me!” “Very well. stepping well back from the wild−eyed. injured breasts heaving. It was Hilary who broke the silence with a shocked exclamation as he walked round them. stilling their wild dance. “You'll not need any covering for quite a while!” snapped Elizabeth. leading the way to where the seven girls were locked in the hold. viewing the still visible marks of the whip on their backs and buttocks. Half bent. Natia turned and tumbled before them. “you won't WANT any!” Hilary's mouth was dry as he gazed at the seven beautiful naked women. hissing faintly as Hilary's arm swung down with enough force to cause pain but not to damage. anyway.” “Allall right. taking his cue. “Pull her shoulders well back and one of you plant your knee in her spine. At the last second. “Roger and you too. His hands closed over their rubbery softness. She hung her head in shame and to hide the tears of pain from her watching crew. taut and up−curving. releasing the exciting teats and holding his hand out towards Elizabeth.” she went on. “Loan me your whip for a few moments. Natia where are out women? We'll find them. She watched Hilary draw his arm back.” grated Hilary. standing huddled together 30 .” “Then find them. “I shall ask you again before starting on the second ten. One or two arms were crossed over enticing naked breasts. He grinned at her enraged scream and the awed mutterings of her crew. “Oh. the very tip flickering wickedly not an inch away from the tender crest of one of the soft−rounded hillocks she was trying to cover. as a dark stripe appeared across the tops of the lovely fawn globes. the tears on her cheeks and the tattered shirt hanging about her hips. “Good God! And to think that it was I who got you into all this!” “You poor things!” exclaimed Elizabeth. with Elizabeth Fale and Hilary Garner close behind her. The seven naked girls faced their erstwhile captors and for a moment there was complete silence. They eyed the beautiful Arab. There were cries of exclamations of disbelief from the girls clustered together as the door of their prison was unlocked and Natia appeared.
you can offer the girls a turn when you begin to tire. might well harden them towards me. her wrist nickered and the whip went hissing low across the deck to wrap itself around one flying ankle.” he told them gently. girls. It seems you are extremely generousnot to say imaginativewith your threats. “I think the mast will make an ideal whipping−post.” “Oh. and. Stopping before the silent Natia..” Elizabeth smiled. “Now let me see what was it you had in mind for me if you boarded us? I believe I was to be tripped and flogged senseless and then handed over to your crew for ermating purposes.. her eyes glittering as she strolled towards Natia. draped in their white bath towels.” He turned and waved his pistol to Natia. We have something very special lined up for you.” “You mean you aren't going to thrash her yourself? I thought that was all you had been living for these past couple of weeks!” “I shall take my turn with Natia before long. “Lash her to the mast!” “Never!” yelled Natia. The “Natia” was equipped for sailing and Hilary inspected the stout mast.” Elizabeth side−stepped neatly as a white−clad leg lashed out. in that it thickened like the trunk of a fair sized tree towards the base. stood in a group by the port rail. It is you who are going to be flogged. 31 .The Slaves of Elizabeth Fale amongst the thin mattresses. smiling.” she said. to be pounced on immediately by Blane and two others of Hilary's crew. With a wild scream. Her legs were pulled apart and Elizabeth ordered them to be bound at ankles and knees. all right!” grinned Blane.” Elizabeth uncoiled the slim black whip. To see meaman lashing one of their own sex. Hilary had his men line the Arab crew up on the starboard side.” she said softly. Elizabeth dangled the whip in front of her. “I'll see what I can dokeep your eye on our dusky little spitfire.” he murmured. for her ears along. “She's spunky. so much better for what he had in mind than the slim radio mast of “The Bizarre". her voice low and purring. We do not want to appear too vicious in front of the girls at this stage. and turned to Elizabeth. but will you send over seven large towels first?” Four more men were about to cross in the dinghy and they waited while seven bath−towels were collected. “Come onback up on deck. “Can't we do something about the girls' modesty? I meanall those dirty Arabs. they went up on deck. “The moment of truth.” “ErHilary. Hilary took hem below and distributed them amongst the girls.” When he got to the deck. Almost casually. “Stripped naked and bound to your own mast. while her wrists were bound on the other side. Still screaming. remembering how I treated them before. she was dragged to her whipping post and held there while ropes were brought. never fear. my little Arab princess. Then. flattened breasts bulging out on either side below her armpits. believe me.” Elizabeth said sweetly. “And now the scene is yours. having to exert more strength as Natia started to struggle again. facing the mast. glancing at Natia standing with bowed head between two of “The Bizarre's” crew. she was made to embrace it. Elizabeth's arm moved. Elizabeth's hand shot out. As soon as they arrived. “Thank you. There's just one little ceremony to be carried out and then you'll be back on board 'The Bizarre' with all your troubles behind you. flogged in front of your own crewby me!” She moved to one side and nodded to Blane. my dear. looking at Natia with hate and himself and Elizabeth with dire suspicion.” Hilary smiled charmingly and then pointedly turned his back on them. whatever she had done to them. “All right. Pressed tightly against the mast. with the reluctant Natia in the lead. Hilary found that the two yachts had drifted even closed and Tesker shouted that he would have to start the engines soon to avoid a possible collision. “Don't worry. “You are safe now. standing beside him. Now we shall see if you have the courage to take some of the medicine you were prepared to dish out. while the girls. Natia went down. forgive me. flinging herself suddenly sideways. He patted it. But I think they would regard it as no more than she deserved if another woman administered the flogging. she wrenched free of her captors and darted for the port side. forcing the young Arab woman's chin up. HilaryI accept the task with pleasure!” “If you wish. Natia.
hot cleft between the two delicious mounds of flesh. “Shouldn't you get her pants off first?” he murmured. “I know what I'm doing. Natia. awful silence. arms strained round the thick bole. “Tell him take your pants downnow!” Natia stiffened as she heard the click of the safety−catch being slipped off. He tried again. Natia was absolutely still at the mast. the boy dropped to his knees behind the Arab princess. all except the captain. its golden light mercilessly picking out every detail of the bizarre spectacle. “Nobut I'll see YOU rot!” Elizabeth pressed the gun−muzzle to the side of the girl's head.” murmured Hilary. “You told me the scene was mine. with a gasp from Natia. his eyes fastened hypnotically on the silky bottom−cheeks. before the boy's startled eyes. “Tell your galley−boy his princess has to have her royal buttocks exposed for a whipping and that Allah has chosen him to do the exposing!” Natia twisted her head and spat defiantly. even the lapping of the waves seeming hushed. “One who likes his pleasures rough!” She strolled over to the Arab crew. Elizabeth was in no hurry. Natia's voice was shrill with urgency as she repeated the order and Elizabeth stood to one side to make sure he could see where the pistol was aimed. the white pants were wrenched down to the tops of her shapely thighs. “Now I believe you said you had a galley−boy. She stood watching the erotic scene as the girl was shamed by the lowliest 32 . Natia yelled blue murder. Out stepped a thin dark−skinned youth of about fifteen. The beautiful fawn body gleamed.” said Elizabeth. until Natia said something else to him. She tried pulling forward. He tugged without success. by all means. she jabbed the muzzle of her pistol into her bare back. The lovely buttocks clenched as Natia pressed her stomach against the mast. distinguishable only by his dirty white European−style linen suit against the grubby loincloths and grease−stained shirts hanging out over multi−coloured trousers. The sun had now climbed well above the horizon.” “Then carry on. her tone light but her smile deadly. as pride and dignity were stripped from her. shaking his head. fruitlessly trying to jerk her hips from side to side and close her legs. The boy still crouched behind his almost naked princess. he flung himself forward. who smiled his acknowledgement of the artistic touch. He looked along the line of men and spoke to them in Arabic. black hands clutching at Natia's bare hips as he buried his face in the deep. adding pain to humiliation as her pelvis ground into the ward wood. As the gleaming white leather was forced the rest or the way down the widening thighs to her knees. He licked dry lips and with a sudden. her forehead pressed against the mast. not taking her eyes off Natia's futile struggles as she was bound. who hesitantly followed Elizabeth to the mast which she beckoned him. who gave Elizabeth a started look and backed off. the shadows black. soft leather was literally peeled down off her flaring hips. his hands going up to grasp the tight waist of the white leather pants. quivering. and. animal−like whimper. her eyes hard as they swept along the line of awed faces. “I'll see you rot!” she snarled. the matador pants drawn almost to ripping point at her knees. then. stringy muscles stood out on the boy's thin black arms for a moment. Standing close behind the bound Natia. Two glorious round spheres the colour of old ivory leapt out. still having to exert considerable force. slowly and reluctantly. to jut. as though trying to push herself all the way through it to hide the intimate globes of flesh and close up the dark chasm that plunged between them. Then her shoulders slumped in defeat and she muttered something to the boy. Slowly. legs braced apart. thrusting her bottom back only succeeded in helping a lascivious tongue to probe into the tight heat of her anus. as he backed away to stand by the seven girls. She screamed at the boy in Arabic and at Elizabeth in English to get him away from her. rising starkly naked from the dazzling white leather. causing him to fumble with two small hooks at her hip. “Which of you is the galley−boy?” They stared back at her blankly.The Slaves of Elizabeth Fale Hilary came over. smiling faintly. Hilary remember?” she reminded him. now. Elizabeth threw a triumphant glance at Hilary. The entire company stood in a tense. the highlights brilliant. Natia stood quietly. the slow peeling came to a halt. Half−way down her drown hips. the thin. whose eyes were also on the tense scene at the mast.
buttock muscles standing out in agonised ridges.. blurred up and back. Natia. Natia. “Then I think you'll be softened up sufficiently for the girls to start on you!” “Bitch! Whore! Lesb. bolero jacket and riding boots. a flickering streak of light as it flashed through the air to curl with a vicious snap across the girl's tortured bottom. silky bottom−cheeks. The Arab girl twisted her head to look at her for a moment. to bring the black lash hissing down across the woman's scalding bottom while she was still screaming in pain from the previous stroke.” “To start with.” cut in Elizabeth coldly.. Up and back would sweep Elizabeth's white arm.. I wouldn't want you to be disappointed. eh?” Without answering. still lower across the shuddering cheeks. “But one day. looking down at the boy noisily slobbering between the yelling Natia's unwilling buttocks. Hilary. to reappear a split second later as it seared a line of white−hot pain across the pouting cheeks of the lovely bottom in the first stroke of the chastisement. Natia's back arched. strolled over to Elizabeth. Madly.” he said quietly. Elizabeth booted the young Arab aside and uncoiled her whip. In case you don't ever happen to catch up with me. Elizabeth confined herself to the plump.” went on Elizabeth imperturbably. Elizabeth's expertise being such that the lovely moving target added to the sport. as she yelled her pain. as though to photograph her face on her memory for future vengeance. almost naked creature at the mast writhing and screaming her protest at the pain being inflected on her helpless backside and the movements of the woman whipping her. scuttled back to his ship−mates. she was held rigidly for her punishment. then vanished. to sizzle with brutal force across the writhing flesh.” “Well.. agonised buttocks rearing. I'm going to let you have the whip now!” Elizabeth stroked the slim strip of leather down the bound woman's back. which did nothing to help her. Casting one last look of burning hatred over her shoulder. not half an inch below the first. even trying to drag herself round behind the mast as a protection from that awful whip. Elizabeth's white arm lifted. pity not being one of the many emotions which seethed and conflicted as a psychological witch's brew through conscious and subconscious. it is you who will be naked and I who will have the whip. “Thirty lashes of it. Hilary felt the hard erection throbbing under his trousers as he watched the torturous flogging. The lovely. a long steady gaze.. the target area being from the centre of the soft cheeks to the crease at the top of her thighs. Almost at once. quivering flesh of the buttocks. Some of the watching girls made noises of disgust and turned their heads away. “Let's not prolong this fascinating little scene too long.” “Save your breath for screaming. hissing. stepping back and carefully measuring her distance.. long−fingered hand down Natia's tapering brown back and jutting. Every eye on both boats“The Bizarre” now some fifteen yards awaywas centred on the two central figures in the drama about to be enacted. a bluish−red welt sprang up. Elizabeth. But the ropes were too secure for her. arching.” “May your scrawny breasts wither and. the weals mounted as the whip sang and danced. making her what she was. dark eyes slitted. the glistening black whip curled. trembling voice.The Slaves of Elizabeth Fale member of her crew. It hissed down again with the full weight of Elizabeth's body behind it. supple wrist flicking back at the apex of its trajectory. jabbing her pelvis hard against the mast. Even as the lovely body jerked. suddenly horror−struck at the enormity of what he had done. the strong. waggling her bottom from side to side.. “You have me now. ran a white. “We seem to have made a good start with our womenlet's try and preserve a good image for a while. were a sight to rouse even a eunuch! 33 . you white bitch. the third stroke was delivered. Elizabeth gave her no chance to brace herself against the second lash. my dear. Natia turned her head away and braced her body against the mast ready for the coining punishment. As the lad. looking slim and deadly in her black shirt.” she said in a low.. Ignoring the smooth naked back completely. under the biting lash. Steadily. except for the play of her hips. Mouth set in a grim line. spanning both cheeks and curling up over her right hip. she tried to evade the agony. observing this.
“That last one made twenty strokes that you've given her. her body contorting. after reaching the tops of the splayed thighs. Hilary and Elizabeth exchanged smiles as Sylvia walked over to stand behind Natia. Natia screamed and sobbed her pain and humiliation. “I should like to compliment you. then.The Slaves of Elizabeth Fale Elizabeth. Natia was sobbing quietly now. Here. Of course. Sweat ran down her writhing back and her shining black hair became unbound. Hilary. buttocks streaked and juddering as the lash seared and raved across the heavenly flesh. Gasps and exclamations could be heard even from “The Bizarre”. searching his face in amazement. she lashed her again. thick stock foremost. and held it out. “I'll give her a few lashes!” Sylvia Dancus came forward without hesitation and took the whip. to intercede for a woman who is being whipped!” “In this case. The regular hiss and crack of the punishing whip became almost monotonous. even as the pee gushed from between her thighs. Her black leather skirt had ridden down considerably with her exertions and now clung snugly about her hips. The insides of her thighs glistened and there was a bright pool of urine between her feet. “Your day will comeand very soon. her naked bottom jerking madly.” he whispered. suppressing a smile when the nearest cringed back involuntarily. “You need not worry when you see a whip anymore. falling below her heaving shoulders. with a deep sob of shame. the lower half etched with the crimson welts.. the lovely Arab lost control of her bladder and began to urinate. the deep.” She coiled the three−foot length of vicious−looking black leather. if any of our little fillies want to give her a few lashes. “There's the woman who was going to see you as slaves. “It will also give them a good idea of what they look like to me from the rear when they are being whipped later!” Strolling over to the white women. Elizabeth. Hilary glanced at the seven girls and saw their shocked faces. Mary Hawe and Molly Andrews turning their heads away from the stricken girl under punishment. she held out the whip.. though. on your expertise. crossing the first lot of weals. legs braced well apart. while Mary Hawe and Jane Brelton slowly shook their heads after another glance at Natia's thrashed buttocks.” “There's no need to look so disappointed. her torso moving sinuously from the hips. I amespecially now that you've made her pee herself! Don't forget our temporary image.” “Thank you. Elizabeth continued the merciless lashing until. “It isn't like you. the last of her urine leaving her in desultory spurts and trickling down the insides of her thighs. His eyes were bright as he appraised her shapely bottom. Sadistically. her thin lips tightening.” “It won't spoil our image. was a poem of smooth. controlled motion as she wielded the lash. tributaries branching out across the deck with the gentle rocking of the boat. The girl's beautiful bottom was now a mass of fiery−red streaks from the centre to the crease directly below the plump overhang. Molly? Mary? Jane?” Molly Andrews drew back. eh?” Elizabeth's white teeth gleamed in a cruel smile. who flogged you incessantly and kept you locked up in a stinking hold. The dark welts on the tanned cheeks brightened.” he smiled. He stepped forward quickly and grasped Elizabeth's wrist just as she was about to administer another stroke to the tormented bottom. marking where buttocks ended and thighs began. her dark head drooping wearily on her shoulders. 34 . Elizabeth paused in mid−stroke. dark cleft opening and closing as the muscles contracted and relaxed spasmodically. her eyes widening with surprise. Natia's shrieks rose. letting the whip trail from her hand for a moment as she gazed at the marks of the flogging. but I had promised her thirty lashes before letting the girls have a got at her. “I think you ought to call it a day. leaving a large area of bare midriff between shirtwaist and bolero jacket. spilling over the top and spattering onto the deck in glistening droplets. the golden stream pouring into the white leather pants stretched between her knees. as they took their second agonizing swinging. feet planted firmly. “And I!” snapped Cynthia Margetson grimly. she went back up to the centre to start all over again. Wouldn't you like to get some of your own back? You. Elizabeth.” “What on earth for?” she demanded. Elizabeth never moved out of the area she chosen to punishlow down on the softest and fleshiest part of the buttocks.” He looked over at the sobbing Natia. my dear. becoming blood−speckled.
under the blow. Natia was hauled past her crew lined up against the rail. “Take her across to 'The Bizarre' and strip those pants off her. her body jerking convulsively. while Hilary made the captain of the “Natia” bring out the magnificent saddles and bridles they had been wearing at the time Natia had abducted them. naked breasts quivering with her heaving breath. hell!” she muttered. after which he supervised the smashing of the “Natia's” radio and enough equipment to prevent her moving without going through the long and involved process of rigging sail.” “With pleasure!” Cynthia took the ship and positioned herself behind Natia to inflect more punishment. Cynthiayou have a go. “This is for the flogging you gave me at the mast!” Clutching her towel about her with her free hand. slowly and 35 . These. “Until we have more time. carefully gauging her strokes so as not to miss the wildly wagging bottom. the “Natia” had slipped far astern of “The Bizarre”. wagging madly from side to side as the recipient yelled her pain of it. With a shake of her lovely red head. “you are going to regret every sing−single lash you have me one hun−hundred fold! Allah will help me!” “You'll need more than Allah to help you where you're going!” Hilary commented dryly as he came up.” Sylvia's suddenly fell to her side. their awed eyes going from the shameful marks of punishment on their imperious princess's naked back and buttocks to the even more shameful spreading pool of urine she had left behind. Cynthia swung the whip up and down in one smooth movement. wrapping itself about the slender waist. n−not there!” It was the first appeal Natia had made since her flogging had begun. The seven white girls were transferred to “The Bizarre". before the eyes of the startled girls and horrified Elizabeth. Holding the towel tightly across her voluptuous breasts. “Oneone day. right where the jutting flesh divided into the deep crevice. Cynthia stayed her hand. Natia. With solemn ceremony.” she panted.” Head bent in humiliation. her shaking legs barely able to support her. less than half an hour after the flogging of its beautiful owner. A third lash landed high on the right buttock. “And for the caning you had that filthy seaman give me!” CRACK! Natia screamed again as Sylvia lashed her. “And this. Natia. placing the stroke lower down across her shoulderblades. We didn't want to overtax your strength−you're going to need it when we flog you properly!” Hate burned once more with a deadly flame in the large dark eyes that gazed back at Elizabeth. turning away. flaming red hair flowing to her bare shoulders. lashing it across the satin skin where it flared out from the waist into the rounded curves of the buttocks.. “Anybody else want a go at her?” Nobody did and Hilary ordered the whipped girl to be released.The Slaves of Elizabeth Fale “All right. quivering. below that came the red−streaked havoc Elizabeth had wrought on the soft lower curves. The lovely globes of flesh jumped. she lashed the whip across the heaving shoulders. Naked. Sylvia lashed into her again.” grated Sylvia. looking at the six widely−spaced weals down her back and the seven she herself had inflicted on the upper part of her bottom. “Oh. “Why am I so soft−hearted? Here. too. panting and exhausted from the grueling flogging she had undergone. Cynthia whipped the screaming woman. Cynthia turned back and held out the whip to her companions. Natia was held upright between two of Hilary's crew. She brought one lash down very low and a long red stripe leapt up on the shuddering flesh a fraction of an inch above the top−most weal inflected by Elizabeth. Hilary. “Just a fight whipping to begin with. Even as Natia's scream ripped out. “Aaarrgghh!” screamed the tortured Natia. “And or the odd lashes that eunuch guard of yours was fond of dishing out!” CRACK! The lovely hour−glass figure contorted as another stripe was raised across her sweat−streaked back. With tight−set lips. her eyes on the one area on Natia's back which as yet bore no lash−marksthe area between her waist and the centre of her pouting buttocks. “Not not therep−please.. “This for all the filthy paws that felt me!” CRACK! The lash hissed and racked. The men worked with quick efficiency and. he had sent across. He nodded to the two seamen. All the fire was gone out of her as she looked up at the smiling Elizabeth standing before her.” Elizabeth said mockingly. the tip biting into the broad curve of the hip. Lower still fell the next stroke.
You've earned your five hundredand you may tell Roger he has earned the two hundred bonus he doesn't know about yet. Howard. hardly above to believe their good fortune in being rescued from Natia. nowother things to attend to.” “No to worry. he started down the companionway.” grinned Tesker. Hilary?” “Yes. “Douse her well between the legs!” Howard Tesker strolled up as he turned to go below. “Iertake it that you will not wish to be disturbed for a while. I'll worked up quite an appetite for breakfast in.” They both turned at the sound of shrill screams to see Natia being held down on the deck by two seamen. “Throw a couple of buckets of water over her and bring her down to my cabin. “Raoul will have all you'll require in that line. Hilary?” “Eminently so. “Did you have to go that far?” Elizabeth demanded hotly. the girls went below. half−an−hour. Hilary ordered two men to untie her and remove her matador pants. then. her glittering eyes on the shamed and beaten girl tied to the mast.” The sneer was back on her thin lips as Elizabeth went below to change.” he instructed. after two major engagements at sea. had stirred the adverse balance of the scales the smallest fraction. showing the urine−sodden lining. when the girls had left. “Sluice plenty over her thighs and backside! Wouldn't relish the idea of fucking a woman who stunk of piss!” he added in an aside to Tesker.” smiled Hilary. pausing at the top of the companionway. his mind already on other things as he looked towards the radio mast. Howard. With a fiance at his watch. Elizabeth. “I was looking forward to strapping them of their pretty bodies when we got them to the chateau. Erexcuse. “Everything to your satisfaction. the dumping of the saddles and the fact that he had refrained from using the whip on Natia himself. say. “You are a man of great perception. lads!” cried Hilary. “That's it.” smiled Hilary. “And both with the same commander! YOU figure it outI'm busy!” 36 . grimacing with distaste as they peeled the white leather down her legs.” “Two major engagements. to which Natia had been secured while they got the boat under way. her lovely legs forced wide apart. whilst a third pitched a bucket of water energetically straight at the soft blackness of her crotch. After being told that their things were just as they had left them in their cabins. “Well. Although still highly suspicious of Hilary's intentions.” murmured Hilary.” grinned Hilary. me.The Slaves of Elizabeth Fale deliberately hurled the costly saddles overboard.
he caught her wrists and shoved her off. wiping her saliva from his cheek. Sir Hilary?” asked Sam. “Hardly recognize her as the same person who stood wetting herself while she was being whipped!” She spat at him. “If I can't. throwing her face down across it. “I haven't yet decided. she would have been over the side. “I shall scream for you.. bringing a stifled sob with each painful flick of his finger. her beautiful warm 37 . bound hands covering her jet−black pubic mound.. rounded stomach. “'Fraid it was. watching him narrowly. her struggles becoming frenzied. penis sticking out from under his belly in half−erection. Natia's wrists was bound with rope. her hair hanging in lank tendrils. “You would do a lot better to curb some of that fiery spirit you have in you. she twisted onto her back. Putting his face close to hers. she is. Holding her hands trapped between their two bodies. sir. Hilary had stripped and donned a silk dressing−gown. springing back at every touch and dark red with the blood that filled it. she clenched her hands together. her knees coming up in an effort to throw him. crossing her legs and pressing her hands to the thatch of damp moss at the base of her flat. Now he lay back at ease on his bunk.” he told her indifferently. The flogging had weakened her. “Your eventual fate is still in the lap of the gods. Hilary clucked his tongue in mock sympathy.The Slaves of Elizabeth Fale CHAPTER SEVEN By the time Natia was brought to his cabin. small fists clenched and ready to do battle even as she yelped with the pain of her bottom rubbing against the covers. maddening it with darting tongue and nibbling teeth. He leaned up on one elbow and closed a hand over one of her delicious breasts. making a large fist and lunged at him. Crisp pubic hair tickled his prick and the sac of his testicles as he mounted her. “And you'll pay for that small tribute later!” “You'll pay for what you've done to me with your eyes!” she blazed. sucking on the tender morsel of flesh. now. forcing it into erection through pain and excitation until it stood proud and quivering.” “A bloody hot little fuck!” he cut in. Immediately. “Proper little vixen. Hilary threw himself on her. Hilary grabbed the short length of rope between her wrists and dragged her. “You may go. “There's a little problem you can solve for me while you're waiting!” The girl cowered back into the corner.” “All right. glistening droplets of water running down her quivering breasts to hang poised for a second before reluctantly dropping from the tender peaks. my sweet little savage!” What are you going to do with me?” she snarled. “Oh. “So this is the proud Natia who was going to sweep us out of the Mediterranean! Who would have had us all flogged for even daring to speak to her!” He smiled wickedly. over to the bed. If we hadn't been quick. stumbling. Tried to bite a lump out of Sam's wristskicked me in the shins. smiled Hilary. a cigarette smouldering in the long holder between his teeth. She was still wet.” answered one of them with a grin. “I'll make. She gave a sob of pain as her sore backside came into contact with the wall. She moaned and tried to twist away as he lifted his head to start on the other breast. but already the animal tenseness was evident. she did. As he backed her into a corner. he began to tweak the sensitive nipple. her eyes closing for a moment. too. She stood.” “Be able to 'andle 'er all right. defiance once again flashing in her dark eyes. straddling her hips with his thighs. was it really necessary to tie her up like that?” he asked the two men who brought her. However. pinning her lithe squirming body and preventing her from using her hands. hands behind his head.” Hilary swung long legs onto the floor. She jerked and gasped with sensation as he bent his head and fastened his mouth to it. smiling at her gasp and look of revulsion as he stood naked. squeezing the softness of it until she cried out. her feet hobbled to the same length knotted about her ankles. he looked deeply into the flashing dark eyes.” He paused and whipped off his dressing−gown. Sam!” The beautiful Arab girl backed away as Hilary approached her. she screwed her face up. Laughing. “Pig!” she choked.
She squirmed madly in rage shame and the pain caused by the rough handling of her whipped flesh. but Hilary grabbed the rope stretched between her ankles and pulled her back. Wildly. Making her head ring with a hard slap across the face. giving exciting glimpses into the dark. she had turned onto her side. on a mauve satin lining. the hot wetness of her cunt laid open and ready for penetration. goading the maddened clitoris into unwilling erection. from a drawer of which he took a length of stout manilla cord. mysterious fissure between them and completely exposing the plump. he forced the two luscious mounds of flesh until he was gazing at the pale. Hilary's prick throbbed. her thrashed bottom already beginning to stiffen up. As he turned. he jerked upright with a howl of pain as she pushed her hands farther down between their bellies and grabbed his stiff penis. smoky length had made many a pretty female bottom writhe with the agony of its vicious kiss. “Ah! So we're hyper−sensitive there. the nipple poking 38 . sweeping away her last intimate secret. rubbing the small crumb of wet flesh the harder. “You asked for it!” He opened a long black case lying on top of the dressing−table. she wriggled forward to escape. her bottom rearing up. to steep himself in her humidity. Controlling the immediate urge. whippy instrument of punishment whose smooth. flexing the cane. He rose. His hand slid down to cup the warm. twisting as she squeezed. Natia whimpered and tried to scramble from the bed. When he went back to her. curling hairs beneath. streaked and suffused from their recent beating. downy plumpness between her widespread thighs. She yelped and tried to jerk her bottom away as he dropped to one knee behind her and grasped her scalding hot buttocks. He fastened the other ankle to the opposite leg of the bed with the manilla cord and stood back to feast his eyes on the lustrousing loveliness of her. re−tying it to one leg of the bed. pleated ring of her anus. Legs stretched almost to their limits. but. as she presented her gorgeous. you bitch!” he grated. hips jerking from side to side as his finger slid upwards to touch her clitoris. were drawn slightly apart. she twisted from the waist. enhanced by the futile wriggles of her upper body. She squirmed as he felt at the tiny opening with a finger−tip. she fought desperately to keep her legs together. She sobbed her shame as he stroked it with his palm. Quickly. almost as springy as her nipples. the round. tender pinkness just inside the tight. one lovely breast rearing. Wider. quivering. into place. Inside. She sobbed. “NO! NO! NO!” she screamed. There was a short whizzing hum and the lovely dusky body stiffened momentarily as the cane lashed with brutal force across the savagely sore buttocks. He thighs were stretched wide and helpless. while its owner shouted her pain and humiliated acknowledgement of its mastery. he released the two fleshy hillocks which sprang back. The sinuous writhings of the lovely naked body and the intimate secrets displayed became too much for even Hilary's iron will. intent on ramming his prick straight up her. writhed and pleaded. He knelt and untied the rope from one ankle. hips resting on the edge at the foot of the bed. then she was rocking and bucking madly.The Slaves of Elizabeth Fale body heightening his passion as she wriggled and bucked under him. merely hastening her own disaster by so doing. With one ankle secured. Her striped back arched. her arms covering her breasts. but he kept at her remorselessly. slitted fig of her vulva. his big penis a hard pole of near−bursting energy. as her head came back and her mouth opened in a piercing shriek. legs drawn up and pressed tightly together. she was unable to prevent Hilary from prising one shapely limb from the other. digging his thumbs in and out roughly pulling them apart. but as soon as she felt the heat of his knob against the side of one thigh. her pain−filled dark eyes looking fearfully over her shoulder to see what he was doing. it was safe to leave her long enough to cross the cabin to his desk. He ran his hand over them caressingly before finally selecting his favoritea slim. darkly−flaming bottom. he turned her and hauled her back until her feet were on the floor. he pulled away and jumped off the bed. Immediately. He grabbed her by the hips. are we?” breathed Hilary. She struggled madly. “All right. reposed three long canes. gradually inserting a finger between the moist lips. lusting to get into the girl's delicious body. tucked snugly amidst the black. full−blown buttocks. Suddenly. handicapped as she was.
“Now hold still and let me get at that randy little cunt of yours!” He managed to get her hips flat on the edge of the bed again. “Now I'm going to lash you until you beg me to fuck you.” THWACK! The cane rose and fell again. then.. “Nono more!” Hilary checked the downward sweep. throwing her cunt into prominence. she complied. the hard. he walked round the bed and picked up the cane. you dusky little fireball?” he panted. he hauled back on her hips and rammed himself home. He let her go and straightened up. She groaned as the big penis moved ponderously into her body. “You dare not take me in this way!” she sobbed.” “She lifted her head. still trying to turn her and finding her body vibrant with resistance. Getting into her was not as quick and easy a process as he had imagined it was going to be. “You have a preference?” “My father would have you flogged until the skin.” “That won't do at all!” Hilary had the cane poised to strike in an instant. her buttocks rearing up. Hilary set himself for the complete penetration.. “So you want it the hard way. the tender petals of the lips now open and pinkly glistening. and. but did of try to move. He found her surprisingly tight and had to get a good grip on her spreading hips.. keeping up a steady. Her scream was muffled as she bit into the bedclothes. stirring her sexual juices with his prick and scraping against the raw stripes of her whipping like sandpaper. planting a foot in the small of her back. becoming annoyed and frustrated at the delay in his being able to sink himself into the soft. heavenly delights of her beautiful body. 39 . “NO!” she screamed. brushing aside the tiny muscles that sought to impede its progress. narrow channel. Her maddened jerk nearly tore the bed from its moorings.” “I have no intention of trying to fuck your father!” snapped Hilary. he lashed it down across the crown of her shuddering bottom. she broke. “All right!” she screamed. blazing across the tortured buttocks. “Right my beauty. her head came up. judging by the condition of your cunt!' He threw own the cane and went behind her again. Her eyes were wild and tear−filled as a shrill stream of Arabic rippled from her lips. Her back arched. Slowly. gripped tightly by the hot wet flesh surrounding it. actually hurting as the wide−flanged knob scrambled the walls of her vagina. with a powerful jerk of his loins. She waited. fleshy rod conquered her. the welt lost amongst the stripes of the whipping. continuous pressure. Suddenly. She squealed as his rough pubic hair mashed into the desperately painful undersides of her buttocks tocksthe area in which Elizabeth had placed the twenty sadistic lashes. “What does that mean.” he grunted.The Slaves of Elizabeth Fale out like a dark cherry. to force his way into the hot. of that awful cane. As the cane rose again.. now. her pain−filled eyes fixed on its merciless length.” came her muffled whisper. “Mate with meput your vile. As he lid his hands round her hips. her body tense with the effort of remaining stiff as his hips slowly rotated. but then she started to jerk them from side to side. terrified. “Use me. “Lift your bottom and arch your backjust as you did when I caned you. Thus he took her in her shame. trying to twist her back into position. With two−thirds of his prick engulfed. “You can't wait to take the prick?” “Allah will curse you for all eternity!” “Bully for him!” grunted Hilary. “I can't hear you. eh?” Rearing Penis swaying heavily. hips clear of the covers as far as her bound ankles would allow. in view of her reputation for fantastic orgies which she held at a villa she owned near Cannes. she tensed. “Fuck me! Fuck me! FUCK ME!” “That's much betterand far more honest. She had to bear it for long moments while Hilary got the feel of her clinging insides before starting to fuck her. digging his fingers into her soft hips. probing up into her belly. “What is it you want me to do to you?” he demanded. She pressed her face into the covers again.” Sobbing but obedient. bottom lifting as she drew herself back towards him.
the big man seeming to penetrate far enough to displace some of her organs. putting the cane back in it case and laying out the clothes he intended wearing while he waited. a wide grin on his face. the tight walls of her vagina twitching about his cock. sobbing gasps as he drove into her with the force of a battering−ram. drying and donning his dressing−gown again. “Well. her shoulders slumped in seeming defeat. sending shock−waves along the tautened nerves. warm hillocks of her breasts. shuddering with the intensity of the erotic sensations. All had built up a raging lust in him which made the violent urge to spend into her beyond his control. The breath was forced from her in explosive. He drove into her again.The Slaves of Elizabeth Fale After steeping his rod in her wetness to the limit of its endurance. she bent and wiped the sticky mess between her thighs. She yelped again as his prick tore up into the tightness of her vagina. still flashing fiery defiance. the movements involved causing the hot. despite the listlessness of her body. She caught the towel. the nipples hot and stiff against his palms. Tesker tapped and entered. semen running unheeded down the insides of her thighs. Too many things had happened aboard the “Natia” during the stripping and flogging of the fiery young beauty he was now fucking. gasping cry as hard fingers dug into her trapped breasts and the massive penis surged up into her body. This added another discomfort as his chest hair pressed down on the weals across her back. flooding her with his hated seed. Hilary rang the wheelhouse to summon Tesker. “Wipe yourself. bound wrists hanging listlessly in front of her. leaving their combined orgiastic juices to ooze from between the slack lips of her vulva. She gave a sudden.” 40 . spurting hot semen. white towel gleaming between dusky highs. Without thanks or ceremony. as she spent. his loins jerking crazily as they erupted with the force of his ecstasy. taut skin of her scourged buttocks to stretch painfully. as he looked from Hilary to the shamed Eastern beauty. the spectacle of her being whipped by three women in turn. The great hard lump of flesh felt huge within her. before going back to the bed to release Natia. when each and every sensuous delight of a woman's body was tasted and savoured to the full. blue−black hair falling abundantly forward about her face. One hand left her breast to slide down over her quaking stomach and fumble to her thighs. as his hands squeezed cruelly on her breasts and his penis slid back along the constricting tunnel of her vagina. “I take it the second engagement proved as successful as the first?” he grinned. with a low moan of shame. as they met his for an instant. Silently. the Arab boy shaming her with the ardent homage of his mouth between her naked buttocks. impaling herself. “Have her washed down and given a doucheyou'll find a couple in one of the cabinets in the Den. then. he pulled back and began to fuck her. the twin mounds of her buttocks burning into his belly. Hilary pulled out of her. His clutching hands bruised her hips. coarse hair grinding into the scalding mounds of flesh that were her buttocks. easing her cramped legs together and relieving the strain on her aching hips. The final degradation came for her with the last dregs of his emission.” he ordered curtly. her eyes. knowing what was coming. she groaned. the pulsing throbs becoming more ominous. the unexpected gush of urine from between her thighs as she wet herself under punishment. the fingernails scoring the flesh as he dragged back oh them with each punishing thrust. I've worked up a pretty hefty appetite for breakfast!” laughed Hilary. retaining the towel to hold it pressed to her still−oozing vulva. Her body stiffened to resist the onslaught of the unwanted ecstasy for only a moment. She could feel the rhythmic pulsing of each jet as he ejaculated within her. she rammed her treacherous body onto the invader. She stood swaying on shaky legs. he carefully washed himself at the basin. As he untied her ankles. He tossed a towel at the silent Natia. she withstood the frenzied assault of her ill−used backside. delving down under her chest to grip the firm. suffering the pain and humiliation of having the man she detested enjoy the intimacy of her body. a finger−tip touched her clitoris. His hands slid upwards along her curving flanks to the perspiration−soaked armpits. Her head was bent. He felt her brace herself. Sobbing. Fastidious always. Hilary knew this was not going to be the prolonged copulation he had anticipated. holding himself still for a moment. She gave a sharp little cry as he hauled her to her feet.
as well!” “We'll see what a good dinner and plenty of wine will do. And. Hilarydo you plan to have a canter round the deck during this trip?” “Lord. in case one of those former fillies sees her and suspects the worse. we must order the cook to excel himself with dinner tonight I have the speech of my life coming up!” “Roger and I have a bit of explaining to do.” “Rightho. no! I don't want anything to remind them of the first cruise. Meanwhile. take this young Arab mare to her stall and see that she's well flushed outmost embarrassin' to have her in foal. and led her out. whipping the towel from between Naia's legs.The Slaves of Elizabeth Fale “You want her kept in one of the stalls we had rigged for the fillies?” “Yestake that towel from her first. leaving Hilary to dress. 41 . what?” Tesker grinned. by the way.
Roger Blane and himself went out of their way to put the girls at their ease. bath and generally look at life with a less jaundiced eye. laced with cunningly worded references to the reputation of Lord Settlewood.” Hilary murmured regretfully. revealing the lovely whip−marked body. but in face to give the three men and Elizabeth an opportunity to look in on Natia in her stall. without actually making a downright statement. “What on earth do you want to give her away for?” “Well. he had even insisted on young Molly Andrews. it was. with a horse blanket covering her from the waist down. Howard Tesker. they could go ashore. I'm afraid I have to disappoint you. one could almost feel the lessening of tension and Hilary even saw a tremulous smile pass between Ann Soames and Molly Andrews. asleep on a pile of straw. that they had been the instigators and chief advisors in the construction of almost every conceivable instrument of flagellation and bondage. Although the atmosphere was necessarily strained and charged with the tense uncertainty of all seven women. to feel the soft gossamer under−things against their skin and the texture of nylon stockings on their lovely legs once more. His apologies for the way they had been treated while on board “The Bizarre” previously were profuse without being abject.” he finished. eat. ostensibly for the rescued women to get a good night's sleep.” Elizabeth knelt and laid a cool hand on the hot flesh of the welted buttocks. Elizabeth had bent and thrown off the blanket. She is going to be a gift to my friend Raoulrather a magnificent gift. I am giving him Natia. plus all his equipment and the services of some of his men. slightly mellowed with the wine and delighting in the sheer pleasure of being able to wear dresses again. Moreover. mysterious valleys. although the two men made it their business to see that all the requirements of the two women were fulfilled and sometimes even anticipated. Ann Soames lending her one of her dresses for the occasion. joining the party. mouth−watering hillocks rising creamily to plunge into shadowly. were now inclined to lend a much less hostile ear to what Hilary had to say than if be had chosen an earlier time. At Hilary's suggestion. formerly employed by him as a maid. I must offer him something in return. They had had the whole day to relax. There was an embarrassed avoiding of eyes between Betty Stevens and Roger Blane and Mary Hawe and Howard Tesker. So. “She has had her last whipping at your hands. Even as the three men looked down at the sleeping girl. “I am going to enjoy every minute of her training!” “There. but had definitely chalked up at least one point in his favour. She smiled. Elizabeth. “Pity!” she murmured. pointing out that the three had been deliberately included out as guests on the present or any other trip that “The Bizarre” was likely to make in the future.” Although no comment was passed when he sat down. He rounded off the speech by assuring them that they would be returned safely to England after a few days in Algiers to take on fuel and stores and that. She lay face down. “relax. extremely pleasant for the three men to have such lovely feminine company. Sir Ronald Duveen and Alex Tremayne and their fondness for the flagellation of women. stressing the vast experience of the two old noblemen. with the low necklines of the dinner dresses showing off plump shoulders and breast−tops. the party broke up shortly after his speech. Hilary's eloquent speech was listened to in polite silence. His voice rang with sincerity when he acknowledged with regret the pain and hardship the had suffered in the previous weeks and gave promise of handsome but unspecified compensation on their return to England. nonetheless. “I had 42 . don't you think?” “A gift? gasped Elizabeth. enjoy yourselvesand don't worry about a thing.The Slaves of Elizabeth Fale CHAPTER EIGHT Hilary saw to it that the wine was well circulated at dinner that night and that Elizabeth. looking down at the voluptuous curves of their beautiful captive. He even hinted. The women themselves. “In the meantime. during this time. he's throwing one wing of his chateau open for our exclusive use. replete for the first time in nearly three weeks with the excellent dinner. his action in throwing the saddles overboard had not only filled them with relieved surprise.
“who better to be their guide than Raoul D'Erlanger?” “Who. “I am afraid that I should not be there to entertain you. and. my home is in Paris. “If the young ladies are going ashore to do a little sightseeing.” murmured Hilary. too!” put in Jane Brelton. I have to make a business trip myselfthat is why I was looking over my boat. Hilary?” his smile broadened as his eyes swept appreciatively over their faces. “Introduce me. tanned face. “Would you like that. Thus. whilst the eight women went into the saloon for a drink. “Surely not members of your crew. deep blue eyes and white even teeth flashing from a lean. strolling up to join the group at the head of the gangway. “I don't know about the girls. adding that they had been about to go ashore to take in the sights. You wrote telling me about her a little while ago. dark−haired man of about Hilary's age. “Count me in. “Hilary explained.” “We are going farther down the coast.” Hilary replied. unfortunately.” said Hilary. “I'd love to. they managed to hang the voyage out for two more days. I must stay with the boatone has to supervise these things personally to make sure they're done properly. too?” asked Molly Andrews. He introduced them individually. “I suppose you'll be leaving Algiers as soon as you have taken on some fuel. girls?” “I would. for I have God knows how many things waiting to be attended to in England. with his dark good looks and fascinating French accent. Hilary.” He turned and regarded the curious girls. Raoul D'Erlanger! Whatever brings you to this part of the world? I thought your home was in Paris!” “Hilary.” smiled Elizabeth. By the time Algiers was sighted. summery dresses. 43 . “No we shall be here for a few days. Hilary stepped forward to greet him in apparent amazement. I have a small boat just along the quay and I was on her when I saw “The Bizarre” coming in. and Hilary felt that they were waiting to see what happened when they berthed. “Why don't you come and stay at the chateau? It will make a nice change after your days at sea.” By going at slow speed and curving in to hug the coast. thoughthere's no reason why they can't go if they want to. “I'm afraid I couldn't make it.” smiled the visitor. his eyes never leaving the seven women. Hilary.” He paused and looked round. were clustered together. “No. when up the gangplank strode a tall.” said Betty Stevens.The Slaves of Elizabeth Fale been looking forward to breaking this one in. or until you have to leavethe place will be yours.” Then his face clouded and he shook his head. by the time they joined the girls in the saloon. “Raoul!” he exclaimed. “and under cover of darkness we will get her ashoreRaoul will be waiting with a van. during which time. The master stroke came when “The Bizarre” berthed and the gangplank was put down.” The introduction was effected. Raoul knew exactly what Hilary had in mind and his ultimate aim. “But I could take you out there and you could all stay until I came back. though. but I have a chateau about thirty miles from hereI like to relax there for a few months of the year. girls?” asked the Frenchman. Raoul. Hilary. indeed.” smiled the Frenchman. chatting excitedly amongst themselves.” “Well. relations were amicable if not effusive. Yes?” “Very civil of you. “Would you like to spend a few days at my chateau?” “Sounds wonderful!” exclaimed Cynthia Margetson. my friend. Apart from stores and fuel I'm having the engines overhauled. “Yes. Blane and Tesker did everything possible to make the seven lovely women feel that they really were on a holiday cruise. Hilary took Raoul on a quick tour of the boat. for one!” exclaimed Elizabeth. “May I come. either. Conversation at meal times had been polite but cautious and Tesker and Blane had had some little success in that they had twice been allowed to escort Mary and Betty on a turn of the deck.” He brightened again. Elizabeth.” “But that is wonderful!” exclaimed Raoul enthusiastically. Hilary saw that he made an instant hit. That would be the acid test of the whole operation as far as they were concerned. Hilary?” asked Raoul casually. The seven women looking very beautiful in light. “Me. giving them an opportunity to talk for Raoul to be shown his beautiful gift.
ma apetit!” laughed Raoul. with no other servants to bother you.” drawled Roger Blaine. With the help of the men. lucky bitch!” grunted Tesker. you understand? Keep to the basementthere are bedrooms and stores and everything you'll need there. I can soon catch them up and tell Elizabeth there's a change of plan!” “Him and me both!” said Blane. 44 . Hilary looked at his watch. “You must all come.” “Elizabeth. joining Hilary at the rail with Tesker. eh?” Hilary leaned on the rail and watched the excited group disappear across the quay. gentlemen? Raoul will be joining us for dinner on board tonight. “Like to change places with her.” Blane and Tesker looked puzzled.” began Tesker. mildly raising his eyes−brows. “FunnyI hadn't thought about her.” complained Tesker. “I don't get it. Hilary. “Some of Raoul's men will arrive as though summoned by youthey will have all the equipment you'll need. This is to protect him in case any of the women ever get away and talk..” Hilary kept Elizabeth back as the other went up on deck.” he cautioned her. still with that odd smile. “How about a stroll round Algiers for a couple of hours. “Looks like someone's gonna have themselves a ball. On the way. then he gave up and the two men followed Hilary's retreating back down the gang−plank.” “But. maybe. Howard?” asked Hilary.” “For Elizabeth.” “Oh?” murmured Hilary. “If that's an offer. “The way Raoul and I have worked it out now is betterfor all of us. Now go and enjoy yourself!” “And when do you intent to put in an appearance?” “I shall be along in four or five daysso leave a little skin for me. anyway. Raoul will give them a short history of the placestressing that the west wing is closed for alterations and for the removal of certain installation left by the unsavoury previous owner of the chateau. “Hole me up with those babes and you can throw away the key!” “I thought we were supposed to be going along with the party.The Slaves of Elizabeth Fale “But of course.. “Wait until nightfall before you make your play.” said Blane. an odd smile playing about his mouth. you will take the girls down to the basement of the west wingthey will show you.
lifting them into prominence and barely covering the nipples. With the seven women thus rendered helpless. two white and one colored. that they began to look round at each other and saw that Elizabeth was not amongst them. her face pale but composed. They were then ordered to stand with their legs together. it rose again in an acute 45 . her arms out from her sides.The Slaves of Elizabeth Fale CHAPTER NINE Elizabeth's coup was shattering in its suddenness. there was a broken sob from the seventeen−year−old Molly and fear knotted the stomachs of the seven lovely females. “Look at that monstrous thing at the end of the room!” Bolted to a low dais set a little way out from the wall was a huge triangle of shining chrome steel. It was not until they were taken down steep. “Yes. “Whatwhat is it?” whispered Molly Andrews fearfully. and now they came across with many sets of gleaming steel handcuffs. “I'm afraid it's another type of whipping−post. Made of soft. was now revealed as something far more sinister. though. when their ankles were manacled in similar fashion. the seven women were laughing and chattering happily at dinner. still wearing their black masks. It almost literally WAS a costumea swimming costume. as they stood blinking in the sudden brilliance. The next. through a heavy oaken door and into a brightly−lit room like a gymnasium. black suede leather. put their guns away and sat in chairs near the door. ignoring the gunmen. six masked men. These two. she pirouetted before them. her thickly−roughed mouth glistening scarlet gash in her freshly made−up face. gazed back at her with frightened eyes. rising to cover the bulging pubic hillock and then tapering to a thin strip of blackness between her thighs. “Oh. herding them from the room with their hands above their heads. Seven heads twisted in unison and there stood Lady Elizabeth Fale just inside a small door lined with studded black leather. or something?” The men ignored her. hard breasts. “I think we have merely been reclaimed by our original 'owners'. “if our kind hosts on 'The Bizarre' know nothing about thiswhy isn't Elizabeth Fale shackled to the wall with us?” “Much too uncomfortable. Mouths tightened and faces paled. all but two of the menboth colouredwithdrew. convinced at last of Hilary's sincerity and looking forward to several tranquil days at the chateau before their voyage back to England. winding stone steps. as it clung lovingly to her. voiced the dread suspicion that nagged at the minds of all of them. It swept down. put an arm about her shoulders. They were too frightened to do anything but obey as they were pushed and prodded through rooms and passages towards the west wing. The girls were made to spread out and lift their arms high to have their wrists manacled to the climbing bars fixed to the wall behind them. The girl was not allowed the comforting arm for long. were menacing them with guns. She smiled. They were lined up along one wall and it was then that the full horror of their situation dawned upon them. “You like my costume?” The seven women.” said Sylvia Dancas with a shudder. following the contours of the rounded belly and the deep indent of the navel. following faithfully every sinuous movement of her slender torso. which came down as far as the tips of their hawk−like noses. The top curved outwards into half−cups moulding themselves round the undercurves of the small. too numbed with shock to notice that Elizabeth did not accompany them. but Jane Brelton. my God!” whispered Mary Hawe. From there. Two of the men had been at a tall steel filing cabinet. The red−headed Cynthia's temper over−rode her fear for a moment.” she said bitterly. What they had taken for a gymnasium at first glance. dear!” snapped a cold.” said Sylvia Dancus. as she strolled leisurely across the room from the door. with thick leather straps at each point. Slowly. it gleamed with a dull sheen. enhancing the whiteness of her flesh. hard voice on their right. “What are youbandits. Molly started to cry and Anne Soames. “What are you going to do with us?” she shouted. homeand the handsome compensation Hilary had hinted at. dear. One moment. as they beheld the bizarre costume Elizabeth was wearing. tautly stretched in their bonds.
She was pale. tapering thigh. half−naked buttocks. “Thank you. She came back with one of the men. Her hair. Slowly. cuddlesome plumpness of Molly's young body. Elizabeth Fale suddenly came back to earth. where it tapered in a V. drawn severely back behind the ears and fastened at the nape of her neck with a black thong. thick stock and a slim. indicating Anne with a gesture of her coiled whip. AnneI was trying to make up my mind which of you to choose for my demonstration tonight. but the man held her easily and dragged her to the center of the floor. smiling over at their wincing faces as she cracked each one experimentally. mature breasts. Thin suspender straps descended from the costume. to hold sheer black nylons taut on her long legs. “Leave the kid alone. If any of them had been in any doubt about their fate. leaving the white overhang of the lower cheeks bare. helpless women. to where the white frilly edge of the girl's knicker legs gripped the tops of her thighs and creased strain across the arrogant pout of the mons veneris.” she told the man. the old sneer back on her face. Elizabeth turned and walked over to one of the many cabinets lining one wall. She stopped for some time to contemplate the red−haired beauty of Cynthia. leaving them to contemplate her rolling. “What are youa lesbian?” whispered Cynthia. it was now dispelled. while black gloves. It's little late to start anything to night. You will be seven well−trained fillies before I've finished with you. then to move lingeringly down on plump. Eventually. where his mate had placed one of the leather−covered vaulting horses. across the round jutting buttocks. Black patent leather shoes with impossibly high heels shone on her feet. Anne started to struggle as soon as she was released. which she had worn long since the capture of Natia. leaving her white hips bare right up to the incurve of the waist. and buttocks matching that hair of yours!” She moved on finally halting before the soft. similar to the front. she showed the costume to be backless down almost to the base of her spine. They watched her tensely as she drew open one of the drawers. “I shall make you sorry for that. You see. while the other went over to the vaulting horses. “You'll grovel. dividing at the very end of its three foot length into a forked P She walked slowly along the line of tense. you filthy bitch!” Two spots of high colour burned on Anne Soames's cheekbones. to have her 46 . higher still. Elizabeth stood very close to her for a long moment. you are all going to resume the training you had just started before Natia took you over. Her gloved hand trembled as it reached out to rest for a moment on a broad hip. but I can show you what to expect from tomorrow morning onwards. to expose the soft white flesh of the thighs.” she snarled. she lifted the hem of the skirt as far as the stocking−tops. she dropped Molly's skirt and swung on Anne. all of which were labeled. “Why. at my feet. Helplessly. With a gasp. Elizabeth?” whispered Mary Hawe dully. almost fearfully. They watched the sway of the round. Elizabeth's eyes blazed and she leaned forward until the hard points of her own thinly−covered breasts were digging into Cynthia's. she was stretched across it. covered her arms to the elbows.The Slaves of Elizabeth Fale V. Elizabeth's breath quickened and a small pink tongue came out to roll around her scarlet lips as she regarded the loveliness of the young girl. your back. two crossing the front and back of each white thigh. making the whip crack softly with most imperceptible flicks of her supple wrist. A sob escaped Molly. her beautiful large breasts bouncing and jiggling under the low−cut bodice of her dress as she fought futilely to prevent herself being lifted bodily onto the vaulting−horse. her eyes following the suspender line upwards over the broadening columns. vicious−looking whip after the other. unable to stand it any longer. of the same material as the costume.” she begged in a choked whisper. reminding them of Natia's inspections of them on the neck of her yacht. “This one. “Why?” Without answering. As she turned her back to them. naked. the milky spheres of her breasts almost spilling over the top of her dress as she fought to repress their heaving. as Elizabeth withdrew one long. staring down into the plunging valley of soft shadows between the creamy hillocks of her beautiful. she chose one with short. in front of my men. leather−clad buttocks as the woman strolled across to the door to confer with the two Arabs. was once more dressed in the old familiar style. snaky lash. who twisted her head way in embarrassment as she was mentally tripped. “Please. high.
to the whipping triangle for a taste of the lash. the two men passed the strap over Anne's waist. tense voice.” She rested a hand lightly on the upthrust bottom. It was done slowly. sheathed in the briefest of black. rising starkly naked and vulnerable. rising masses of her bottom were exposed. “Aren't you shaming me enough?” “You are going to be shamed a lot more than this in the next week. leaving her bottom jutting up. then she gave a choked cry of agony as the scalding pain seared through her and a crimson welt rose to mar the pristine whiteness of the two rounded peaks.” she murmured. as she let the tip glide downward in the softly−shaded cleft and rest of a moment on the stretched panties. before the delicious.The Slaves of Elizabeth Fale wrists strapped to the front legs and her ankles to the rear. “No. her thighs forced so widely apart as to almost split the skirt of her dress. then the soft white flesh above. naked. the dark band at the tops of her stockings gradually coming into view. “Fasten that round her as wellI don't want her wriggling about. the tip touching the plump velvety oval of her vulva that peeped from between the backs of her thighs. pouting underfolds of the buttocks themselves were revealed. taut and spread for the coming punishment.” Anne was placed at an oblique angle before the six captives. stroked one smooth cheek and then dug her fingers into test the resilience of the flesh. tapping the naked bottom as she measure it up for the first stroke. the whip replaced by a thin yellow wand of bamboo. so shamefully displayed. Telescopic legs collapsed slowly in upon themselves as one of the man turned a wheel at the side of the flogging horse. lowering it at the front. There was a vicious splatt! as the whippy cane bit deep into the soft white flesh. fascinated. on the round white bottom of her friend and champion. gloved fingers then slipped inside the waistband of the panties and slowly peeled them down off the two lush mounds of creamy flesh. Elizabeth came back.” Elizabeth stepped back a pace. the cane lashed down.” As she walked away. “Wait until you're strapped. “Pull her a little nearer this way. Molly echoing Anne's agonised cry as a second weal was laid close to the 47 . The tip of the cane prodded at the tender softness and Anne squirmed. semi−transparent nylon panties. “If you're going to beat me.” She pointed to a thick strap hanging beneath the center of the horse. looking thoughtfully from the rearing buttocks to the forked lash. naked and quivering. “Tonight. she sent the lash hissing over Anne's back to crack spitefully hardly an inch above the white bottom. The cane hummed as Elizabeth went up onto her toes to bring it down with maximum force. Anne's body went rigid for a moment. Then came the stripping of the area destined for punishment. when your only covering will be your hair!” The six women stood biting their lips some of them with their faces turned away from the spectacle. Elizabeth took care of this part of the operation herself. With a sudden flick of the wrist. Molly started to cry quietly as Elizabeth laid the coiled whip on Anne's back and bent to force the tautly−stretched skirt up the full−fleshed loveliness of the wide−spread thighs. The whip slid from Anne's back and Elizabeth picked it up. for God's sake get it over with. to be quickly followed by the garter−belt. “I want her friends to have a good view. so that her plump rear was visible to all. “I think this type of instrument will be more useful in controlling you when I have you all cantering round my little circus in the morning.” she said in a low. Large tears rolled down Molly Andrew's face. Again. She stroked it caressingly over the beautiful buttocks she was about to thrash. which did nothing at all to conceal the deep. I shall cane you. The creases separating the tops of the thighs from the buttocks and then the bare. Elizabeth taking her time in forcing a hand under Anne's stomach to pull it up in front. Anne groaned and there were sounds of disgust. but her eyes were fixed. smiling cruelly when the action rough gasps from the six watching women as well as the helpless victim. bisected by the black straps of the suspended. The skirt was pushed right up above the spread of the hips. so that the unfortunate woman's bared buttocks were made the apex of a triangle. dark cleft and showed up the black suspender−belt against the pale gleam of the flesh beneath. as the wisp of nylon was drawn from them and left stretched in a thin black strip across the plump upper part of the thighs. the buttocks clenching.” ordered Elizabeth. Slim. which sprang free to jut. drawing it tight and buckling it.
it as replaced by something far more painful and her breath hissed through her clenched teeth as the length of hard rubber was pressed into her tight rear opening. thick piece of rubber. her rear an unconsciously ravishing sight. “Abdulgive me a hand to strip her completely!” It was enough. at the end nearest the tail. almost toppling the stout flogging−horse. She had Abdul open up the whipped cheeks again. with a wide flange. twisting it inside her rectum. “Come here. making the tail wave and swing wildly. whilst she slowly and disgustedly drew the bung from the woman's agonized back passage. Anne screamed as the biting cane found the sensitive place low on her spread buttocks. Anne lay across the flogging horse. Elizabeth made her keep it up for some time. after all. fanning out to brush the backs of her thighs. branding the lovely woman's bottom with ten agonizing welts. Abdul returned.” murmured Elizabeth. similar to a bung. Up went the white arm again. her beautiful large bottom flaming and ridged with the ten weals of her shameful punishment. reminiscent of the glans of a penis. Elizabeth took the plumed tail and. as the third stripe was etched in crimson fire. she thrust it straight up into Anne's bottom. Made of real horse−hair. Anne jerked her ill−used bottom from side to side. scraping the tender walls of her rectum as it moved up into her bowels. When she was released. Elizabeth handed the cane to one of the men and peeled off a glove to lay her hand on the scalding flesh. each stroke well considered and inflicted with the full force of her lithe body. Then. “I think you'd better fetch me that whip. shall we?” smiled Elizabeth.” Elizabeth told her grimly. “Your turn will come. Anne yelled her pain. Anne suddenly jerked and cried out as the eel of the hand ground into the soft warmth of her posed vulva. spasming the quivering twin mounds. crying with renewed pain. to curve over and sweep down. finally grasping the bare hips and forcing them into faster motion. She straightened at a prod from one of the men. flaring gracefully. had been attached. with black and red circle round the brush. perilously close to the soft velvet at the apex of her widely parted thighs. of which Elizabeth made a ceremony. Habiayou may hold her bottom−cheeks open while I perform the operation. past the pitiful inadequacy of the spincter muscles. To the root end. Anne yelped with the sudden pain. Abdul. “Put the cane away.” Elizabeth told one the men briskly. her striped buttocks still twitching spasmodically. Anne still drooped wearily across the flogging horse. a long. bearing a huge plume of a horse's tail. but there was nothing she could do to dislodge it when it was withdrawn from her. standing beside Anne and leaning over her back. It had been painted gold. as the wide flange at the end of the bung was forced into her. roughly. At the end of the punishment. it curved over. Elizabeth caned her with an icy calm. with the beautifully−rounded buttocks sticking out nakedly and the tops of her snowy thighs plumped out over the constricting tightness of the black panties and suspender−belt. causing the great brush to sway gently between her thighs. young Molly. Elizabeth stepped back to admire the result. she sucked on her forefinger a moment. Ten times the savage cane rose and fell. Then came the withdrawal. The tail eared up. so that the other women had an unobstructed view. 48 . she beckoned to the other. the first six inches from the root waxed to make it stand up. Tears ran down the cheeks of most of the miserably watching women and Molly wept openly at this outrageous violation of feminine intimacy. “Youyou beast!” choked Molly. “Therenow wag your hindquarters!” “Anne lay unmoving except for the heaving of her sobs. though secure between the shaking buttocks.The Slaves of Elizabeth Fale first. unbuckling the strap about Anne's waist. “And fetch me one of the beautiful plumes. brilliant colours gleaming in the light. Moaning. brushing the insides of Anne's wide−stretched thighs.” As the man went away. Just when she felt that she had taken the lot and the inward movement had stopped. she was suddenly jerking madly. apple−like breasts lifting and nearly spilling out over the tops of the tight black breast−cups of the costume. setting the tail waving to and fro. working down towards her thighs. “Let's give them some idea of how they'll look tomorrow.” Anne sobbed as two black hands grasped the savagely burning mounds of flesh and dragged them open. in the shape of a question mark. moaning weakly.
and still another. tigerish stride and long and purposeful as she acted on a sudden decision.” she said shortly. taking up the rear.” Poor Molly stood rooted. her skirt tucked in about her waist. The rest of the women were shepherded out through the great oak door. *** “And so ended the first lesson. Elizabeth started after them. Before the line of dejected women had reached the door. showing the interior of a large bedroom. hands on hips. “Take them to their cells. girlI'm waiting!” shouted Elizabeth. don't stand there. large.” Elizabeth jerked her head in the direction of the main door.” Her cheeks were suddenly flushed and her breasts rose and fell rapidly. sunk in a comfortable armchair with a drink at his elbow. “You started out as a maid. looking back over her shoulder longingly at her friends. “Or have you grown to like the feel of the lash on your back?” Molly stumbled forward and Elizabeth turned and stalked off towards the studded leather door at the other end of the room.” She stood. As the Frenchman tuned in for sound. frightened eyes staring back at the awesome female who stood glaring at her like a snake hypnotizing a rabbit. “Just a moment. the handcuffs and anklets being re−fastened immediately. as he watched his friend Raoul switch on another set. followed by a manacled and frightened−looking Molly Andrews. Anne was manacled again. “And beginneth another!” chuckled Sir Hilary Garner. one of the man waiting behind until Elizabeth Fale and Molly had left before switching out all the light and plunging the vast room into darkness. her glittering eyes on Anne. as her eyes came to rest on Molly Andrews. “Well. leaving the scared girl to hobble after her as best she could. “I need one come with me.” murmured Howard Tesker in another part of the Chateau. as Raoul D'Erlanger got up to switch off one of a whole bank of closed−circuit television receivers. still with her bottom and thighs bare. to reveal small room with a sunken bath.The Slaves of Elizabeth Fale Fear and disgust were on the faces of all the women as they were released from the wall−bars. 49 . watching them as they shuffled past her. Elizabeth Fale was seen to enter the bedroom. legs braced well apart. “All right.
undulated down to a bulging mount. then.” she went on.” Elizabeth unlocked the hand−cuffs and ankle fetters. “you will be my body SLAVE! You will fetch and carry for me. quickly. touching the smooth white columns of flesh as little as possible. “In face. The cigarette was half−smoked and the glass drained before she acknowledged the presence of Molly Andrews in the bedroom. I should have you tied to the whipping triangle. dropping her clothes to the floor as she removed them. a strange hunger in her dark eyes and in the tenseness of her body. “If you value your skin. Nowget those clothes off!” Not daring to protest. after an uncertain look at the tight−fitting black costume. and undress me. she chose scotch and then began to pace up and down. standing out large and quivering. very softly. Elizabeth stood as still as a statue.” Molly peeled the long black leather glove from the slender white arms. she spoke brusquely. drink in one hand. Molly tentatively touched the base of the wide V to where the costume curved down from the breasts and 50 . moving closer her eyes burning into the beautiful naked breasts swaying firmly from the girl's chest. She hooker her thumbs into the panties. “And hurry back. naked. “a body servant. thigh−flesh quivering delightfully as she lifted each foot in turn to take them off. you must be submissive and obedient at all times.” she said slowly.. tapering and very shapely despite the puppy−fat which still clung to them. “Then you will have to learn! I need a personal maida. the navel buried in plumpness. Soon. Molly extended her arms. “Have you had any experience as a lady's maid?” “No. I should not only flay every inch of skin on you back and buttocks. Elizabeth tensed as the girls' hands brushed the insides of her thighs and legs in rolling down the stockings. cigarette in the other. the hair dark behind the flame−red nylon and the elastic “waist” of the panties drawn taut half−way down widely flaring hips making her actual waist seem even slimmer than it was.. “And one other little item. then paused. If I ever caught you at it. Concentrating on the second drink she was pouring. her eyes widening with an awful suspicion. “Run my bath. Molly forced the panties down off her creamy hips. m'lady.” whispered Molly. A round. you understand?” “Yes. Elizabeth stubbed her cigarette in the ashtray and turned to fixe the girl with her eyes for the first time since they had entered the bedroom.” faltered Molly.” Elizabeth took a quick sip of scotch. there came the splashing and hissing of water filling the bath and Elizabeth turned back eagerly towards the bathroom door. “Come here. as Elizabeth gasped. Molly stripped as quickly as she could.” Her hand shook as she lifted the scotch bottle to herself another drink.The Slaves of Elizabeth Fale CHAPTER TEN For once. “Gloves first. bare belly. still standing near the door. unable to keep the husky croak out of her voice. Molly reached behind her and unsnapped the catch of her bra. and your breasts would be flogged by the strongest of my four Arabs at the same time! Is that quite clear?” “Yes. dropped to her knees and delicately unclasped the suspenders from the stockings. I only picked you out because you are the most likely to be of any use to me.” she whispered.” she ordered. Lady Elizabeth Fale seemed unsure of herself. as she watched the unveiling of the girls' plump beauty. her breasts literally throwing the garment from them as they tumbled to freedom. child.” she ordered thickly. watching her breath as her new slave re−appeared. Elizabeth licked dry lips and pointed towards the bathroom.. “Good. ignoring completely the girl who stood watching her miserable just inside the door. m'lady.” she said. bath meany mortal thing I tell you to do you will do. Her thighs were too heavenly columns of smooth white flesh. A touch at one hip enclasped the slim suspender−belt as she stood naked. She took a cigarette from a box on the dressing table and lit it without bothering to use her holder. dress me and undress me. “Don't ever mention ANYTHING of what goes on in this room to any of your friends. investigating the labels of several bottles.. missm'lady.
Her eyes snapped open. it'll be a dozen strokes of the cane across your backside.” The thin suede leather was lined with a webbing of fine elastic which clung tenaciously to the slender body so that Molly had literally to peel her like a banana. girl” snapped Elizabeth. “I shall require you to wash me. Her usually pale face was flushed now.” she went on. “Start at my breasts. unsure of where to begin.” Molly obediently knelt in the water beside her and picked up soap and flannel from the side. She laid the costume on a chair and scurried into the bathroom. Molly slowed her movements then. “It has to be peeled from me. who got through the business of soaping and rinsing them as quickly as possible. suddenly impatient. She tugged and the costume parted down the centre. melon−like cheeks of the bottom at the last moment. letting the round. the eyes heavy−lidded. “Pull the cups away from them and peel the whole thing down my body. flashing limbs. Molly was kneeling by the sunken bath. my girl!” snapped Elizabeth. “W−wash the rest of me then. as Molly started to climb out. Molly's reluctant hands went back to caress the soap−slippery backside and she closed her eyes tightly as she slipped her ringers into the cleft. reaching in to test the temperature as she ran the cold tap. she flung it across the room and followed the girl into the steamy bathroom. “From my feet up.” Molly obeyed. taking her time over arms and chest. Elizabeth sighed as the warm. her hips jutting forward a little. girlbath me! My back and breasts first. The girl screamed ass he hit the water with a loud splash. then massaging the rounded belly with the sudsy lather. “You've practically washed a layer of skin off me from neck to my hipsall except my breasts! Why?” “II was just about toto wash them. The next time you leave me standing naked in the middle of the room. hastily soaping her hands again.” The girl lathered smooth back and shoulders down as far as the water−line. “Well. She was faced with an even moreto her repulsive job. then. “Stay where you are. Her naked buttocks were jutting up invitingly.” Her throat failed her miserably as she tried to infuse the right amount of harshness into her tone. picking up one of her shoes. coming out as no more than a husky whisper.” Molly turned off the cold tap and stood back in the big square bath as Elizabeth stepped in and knelt down.” she snapped. bending forward a little was Molly washed up the backs of her thighs and over her hips.” “Your handsa flannel is too rough for my skin. biting on her lower lip as one fingertip brushed the tiny. Elizabeth drawing a quick sharp breath as the backs of Molly's fingers fluttered against the white flesh. Elizabeth turned back to face her. as Elizabeth stood up. Each foot was lifted and rested on the tiled sides of the bath. dark hair streaming about her face. as Molly stood in front of her. She drew back. Elizabeth dropped her arms with a petulant snort. just in a ideal position for the hard slap with which Elizabeth tumbled her head first into the bath. until she realized that Molly was merely postponing handing her breasts through distaste. the water almost up to her waist. then. firm buttocks spring free almost as far as the tops of the thighs. cuddlesome femininity and. to come up spluttering. a condition noticed with repugnance by Molly. whilst Molly washed up as far as the knee. “Wash it properlyin the crease as well!” With a small sob. legs apart. Elizabeth knelt with closed eye. m'lady.” Elizabeth said tensely. a bundle of creamy. Elizabeth lifting her arms to have her gleaming flanks soaped. Knowing what was 51 . Satisfied. the dark wet moss at the base of her white stomach only a few inches from Molly's nose.The Slaves of Elizabeth Fale round the woman's sides to just below the waist and found the tiny tag of a concealed zip−fastened. hastily smoothing her lathered palms over the smooth. legs open. get on with it. then. soapy hands caressed the apple firmness of her small breasts. Without a word. Elizabeth turned and presented her hard white buttocks. Elizabeth snatched the flannel from her and threw it away. “And be sure you're gentle. but Elizabeth thrust her bottom out.” whispered Molly. Her body rose white and erect as Molly stripped the black costume down. flashing fire. the nipples erecting instantly. puckered ring of the woman's anus. enjoying the girl's gentle hands as they moved lingeringly over her body.
Molly had to hold herself rigidly as slim−fingered hands smoothed down from her shoulders and covered her breasts. scarlet mouth sought hers. caressing stomach. She looked down at the girl. madm'lady?” “To avoid that sort of confusion. moving towards the bedroom. With her body glowing pinkly. mistress. stemming from the great void under her pelvis. lightly cupping them as though testing their considerable weight.. slippery softness. She wanted the girl.” murmured Elizabeth. Molly was struggling as two strong. “Dry yourself. mistress. Molly had the superiority of weight. sitting before the dressing table. Picking up a brush. Elizabeth gasped. but Elizabeth Fale had the supple strength of an athlete.” murmured Molly submissively. scared of this strange. Molly slipped a hand between the strong thighs to bathe the warm. Molly washed the insides of her thighs. Molly withdrew her hand and then waved the soap from the black−haired vulva with the warm. pulpy wetness of the woman's oozing cunt against her own thigh. scented water. She twisted her head away. her voice as near shaky and uncertain as Molly had heard it. she pointed wordlessly to a large bowl of talc. her legs unconsciously parted. “Shall I fetch your negligee. Suddenly. A thigh was forced between her legs grinding into the softness of her sex. unwittingly inflaming the woman's passion for her. The girl came back with a large bath−towel over her arm and stood waiting at the side of the bath. she climbed out of the bath. Elizabeth stood. almost bringing on an orgasm in Elizabeth when she looked upwards to see the long. her lips trembling uncontrollably. her heart pounding.' Don't bother with the negligee. “You had better address me as 'Mistress. Finally. clamping down bruisingly. giving heart−stopping glimpses of the furrowed loveliness between her plump thighs. standing with closed eyes as Molly dried her. fighting down her repugnance. “Now smooth it into me with your hands. as the soft hands passed over her body. Elizabeth stood up and turned towards her beautiful slave−girl.” “Very well. as well. crisp pubic hairs scraping her stomach. Molly dusted her with it. velvety gash of her sex nestled in the damp undergrowth. turning her eyes from the sight of the labia hanging wetly open. deliberately rubbing her hard flat belly against the lovely moist breast as she did so. LUSTED after her. showing the inner pinkness. then come in and brush my hair. as she gazed down into the wide.” she went on. neatly−trimmed pubic hairs of the prominent mount.” said Elizabeth huskily.” “Yes. brushing the turgid nipples. hips and bottom smoothing thighs and legs. while at the same time. the stiff. massaging back and breasts. surrounded protectively by the buttery flesh of her thighs and overhanging buttocks. Elizabeth lay soaking herself in the water for some time. eyes blazing passion as she faced up at last to the strangest and most powerful of all the complex emotion that seethed and boiled with her.The Slaves of Elizabeth Fale expected of her and the possible consequences if she angered her further.” Elizabeth stopped.” Wonderingly. wondering when she was going to be allowed to get back to her friends. acutely aware of the sultry dark eyes watching her in the mirror. thrusting breasts and she shivered with pent−up lust. Eagerly. sinewy arms closed round her and a glistening. hips moving almost imperceptibly with the gentle stroking of Molly's hand. her lower belly and the wet. knees bending slightly as she widened her legs. Her eyes roamed upwards to the undersides of the full. her eyes on Molly as she climbed out to fetch a towel. Molly undid the leather thong holding the hair at the nape of the neck and brushed out the long raven tresses. dominating woman who showed almost as much interest in her naked body as a man would. Molly dried and powdered herself and went into the bedroom to find Elizabeth still naked. bending to sniff at her powdered chest. I'VE GOT TO HAVE HER! screamed her body silently. With her hair falling in gleaming cascades to her white shoulders. hot−nipples breasts burning into hers. The seeking mouth found hers.. startled eyes. “Better dust yourself with some of that talc. Sobbing and 52 . “I see youyou've powd. her heart thundering and threatening to choke her as the hard body pressed against her yielding softness. She had to hold herself steady as Elizabeth leaned heavily on her shoulders to lower herself into the bath. she felt the warm.
. dragging her back to the bed. to the bed.” nodded Elizabeth.. Elizabeth brutally kneed the soft thighs apart. her lips only an inch above Molly's.. “Come on then have me!” Molly looked down at her uncomprehendingly. squirming ecstatically on the warm nakedness of the girl. scrambling up onto her knees and leaning over her to glare down with blazing eyes. planting her hips firmly between them... struggling.” She threw the girl down and straddled her stomach.. returned. the big nipples erect with fright and the friction of the sensitive buds against the other woman's body. “Show me what the pair of you do when you're together!” Molly squirmed as she felt the woman's cunt.” “You'll be my slave all right! And you'll do EVERYTHINGwith no 'buts'! You flaunt your naked body in front of me and expect me to do nothing about it?” “But I. her whole body trembling. “Wewe don't do anything now please let me go!” The girl's tear−filled eyes looked up pleadingly.” “Suck my cuntlick it! Don't pretend you don't know what I'm talking about. fingers clawed as though about to strike. the lovely young virgin was dragged.. as she babbled on..” “An alternative?” Molly paused. hardly realizing what she was saying. “I'm trying to make love to you. “I have decided to give you an alternative. “You're going to suck me with those rosebud lips of yoursyou'll use you tongue on melick melove me. rubbing herself against her.” she hissed.The Slaves of Elizabeth Fale pleading.” “Be quiet! I could have made things pleasant for you. throwing Elizabeth to one side with a burst of strength. “II'll be you s−slaveI'll do anything. warm and slippery against her belly.. Elizabeth's eyes were startled as she looked up at her. She sat up and folded her arms. “II've never.” “For your sake. She tried to kiss the panting mouth. after all. with a sob of lust. Molly squealed as a bulging pelvis ground painfully into her crotch. she twisted onto her back and threw her legs wide.. In a sudden desperation.” Elizabeth's voice shook with her lust. Maddened with a lust that was aggravated by the struggles of the lush young body under her. “Noyou can't make meitit's filthyit's. you stupid little bitch! But now I'll not only take what I wantI'll make life hell for you! You'll forget what it's like not to be lashed daily!” Elizabeth rolled from the frightened girl. flowing hair. your gorgeous bitch!” panted Elizabeth. covering her cheeks and neck with wet.. “Kiss me!” “No.” “Still a tight−cunted little virgin. Elizabeth moaned. “You may go back and share the cell of your friends tonight... pressing her mouth to Molly's before she could pull away.. She was thrown back across the silk covers. “Yesyes. sobbing kisses. “Let me goplease let me go!” Elizabeth hugged her. “I don't. For a moment. but 53 . but. no!” sobbed Molly. “I noticed you were pretty fond of that Anne Soamescrying while she was being whipped tonight. wet with her sexual secretions. precisely what was about to happen to her still no more than a dreadful suspicion. you little prig!” Elizabeth caught her in three long strides. “Now you're going to do what I want. she moved up so that her breasts throbbed on the gorgeous fleshy cushions beneath them. then.” “NO!” Molly screamed. leaning over her to pin her arms at her sides. but Molly kept rolling her head from side to side. Then the cool. to look with dire suspicion.” she breathed. Hands closed over the resilient flesh of her breasts. “All right. “You pretend you don't know what that sexy body of yours was made for and I'll bet you've had more men up you than. “An alternative. rough pubic hair pricking the tender membrane between the lips of her slit. for the struggle to continue in a welter of flashing white limbs and dark. calculating mind that was normally Elizabeth's. eh?” grated Elizabeth. to be pounced on by her seducer. then the slender arms reached up for her and she forgot her proposed attack as she jumped off the bed and ran towards the door. it had better be wonderful!” breathed Elizabeth. “S−suck you?” whispered Molly. Molly wrapped plump arms about her and twisted. And you're going to let me do what I want to you. “For me!” she had to throw all her weight on top of the girl to subdue her renewed struggles.” “No!” yelled Molly.
“Use your tongue on it!” 54 . the continued.” Molly looked miserably down at the slender white body. “That's itgo on. raising her pelvis.” Silently. Suck me!” Elizabeth jerked her pelvis impatiently. I mean you will get your heads between each others legs and suck until both of you have experienced orgasm. “Get on the bed and straddle mein reverse.” panted Elizabeth. Then she was gasping and moaning with sensation herself as a soft mouth touched the centre of her passion. Molly stuck her tongue into it. “You couldn't be so−so brutal to another woman!” “Her breasts will be lashed. continuing to rub it. ignoring her. “Th−that's th−the way. “If you move again I'll have you floggedtonight! Now get to work on my clitoris. “Keep still!” panted Elizabeth. Her mouth was filled with the acrid taste of the female sex juices. jamming the open. digging her fingers into the plump thighs stretched so widely across her chest. “Spread your thighs across my breasts so that I can get at your cunt and bottom when I want to. “That's better.. licking along the slippery furrow to dip into the vaginal opening.” Fighting down sickness. She settled herself. She lifted her loins. “Stick you tongue in me. forcing herself to lick the obscene flesh of her lips and doing her best to ignore the fingers groping between her thighs. the nipples red and sticking up obscenely. a finger poked at the tiny opening and she wagged her behind in protest. She felt the lips of her vulva being prised open.” she groaned. reaching up to pull a pillow down under her bottom.” She smiled as she saw the horrified Molly's lips silently repeat the threatened sentence. squirming as the tip of her nose came into contact with her opening. her lips and chin slippery. “She will be given twenty−five lashes.” she groaned as two soft lips closed round it.” Elizabeth paused thoughtfully. “That little thing there!” she breathed. That is your alternative.” Deliberately. come onI can still change my mind!” snapped Elizabeth impatiently. “G−get your lips round it! Oooohh. You know what I want. slimy lips of her cunt into Molly's unwilling face. Then those wonderful breasts of hers will be lashed. “Lick me. she opened the fat vulva near the apex of its arch and pressed a finger−tip on the tiny button of flesh.” breathed Elizabeth. amazed at the size of the stiff silver of flesh. alien monster from another planet. “What is it you want of me?” she whispered. bringing involuntary jerks from Molly. squirming as the erotic pleasure spread through her loins. “On her bottom to start with.” Elizabeth swung her feet up on the bed and lay back.” Elizabeth finished. the convoluted lips closed and forming a soft ridge amidst the dark. you will help strap your friend Anne to the whipping triangle. Molly straddled the woman's chest. Molly sobbed as the full weight of her breasts rested on the firm stomach and her head sank between the slender white thighs. Then she stood with bent head before a smiling Elizabeth.” “Oh. “Get your head right between my thighs. “Go on. gazing straight up between her spread thighs at the soft intimacy of her sex. what is it to be?” Molly looked at her as though she had suddenly encountered some horrific.” breathed Elizabeth. as she felt the girl's warm breath between her legs and the damp hair tickling the insides of her thighs.. Molly found the rampant clitoris with the tip of her tongue. Probing into the wetness. Molly shut her eyes tightly. Her nose wrinkled and she shuddered in revulsion as Elizabeth's strong sexual odour assailed her nostrils. “Get at it!” she hissed tensely.” went on Elizabeth. “Well. seeming overly large for the size of the breasts. silky hairs. “Mmmthat's ittongue−fuck me!” Elizabeth reached up and started to play her fingertips around the perimeter of the soft pouting oval of Molly's delicious virgin flesh. spreading her legs wide. bending her knees to open herself as much as possible. “Well. her yelp of pain muffled between Elizabeth's thighs as she received a sharp slap on one buttock for the movement. Elizabeth bucked under her with a sigh of pleasure.The Slaves of Elizabeth Fale tomorrow morning. By performance. wretched with shame. “Suck it!” she gasped. “until the pair of you consent to giving a performance on the floor in front of all of us your friends included. no!” sobbed Molly.
her eyes closed in ecstasy as the heavy spasm of an exquisite orgasm wrenched her slender body with might throbs.. shuddering violently. Elizabeth's movement became suddenly frantic. their legs flung wide to display the moist evidence of their satisfaction. Molly panted and sobbed. she reached out to switch off the bed−side lamp. She then had to hold her right arm out to have one cuff locked about the wrist.” “Do as you're told! And rememberno talking about what happens in this room. lips and tongue into the slippery softness. then slipped on a diaphanous red nightdress and got into bed. working the hot lust from their systems to the last dregs.. as. her loins lifting jerkily to rub her cunt into Molly's mouth. a lascivious tongue stabbing into the wet heat of her body. she could feel the suctioning deep within her vagina. Thoughtfully.” Molly put a blanket and pillow at the foot of the bed and then had to lit down and have the other cuff fastened to the leg. flaming tongue. wrapping her arms I about her mistress's thighs almost without realizing it. When she brought the two items. feeling the lustful woman's body jerk in response. sensitive flesh between her thighs. the plump. Finally. arms went round her bottom and a suctioning mouth was slobbering at her own cunt.” “Couldn't I be with. Taloned fingers dug into Molly's beautiful fleshy bottom and she felt the fat lips of her sex being sucked into Elizabeth's mouth to be tortured by a darting. Molly struggled to her knees. suddenly threw her arms around Molly's rearing bottom and dragged her now open. She had been shaken by the force of her own passion for the girl. For the voyeur. perspiration glinting on their heaving breasts and quivering bellies. the sexual odour. giving up the erotic fluids of her body in exchange for those she sucked so avidly from her mistress. Elizabeth studied the naked young beauty for a moment. she spent. mistress. the rubbing of their flesh as the naked body under her twitched and squirmed now sent unwelcome thrills coursing through her. The flavour and aroma of the intimate juices that flowed from the woman's body now began to excite instead of repulse. panted commands mounted rapidly towards the inevitable shattering finale. Elizabeth threw Molly off and they lay panting. lovely girl straddling the slender.The Slaves of Elizabeth Fale Molly drew the throbbing shred of wet flesh between her lips. the low moans and urgent. “In there. Strong thighs closed about the girl's head. Elizabeth. “And bring your handcuffs as well. she had to stand waiting whilst Elizabeth carefully wiped the stickiness from between her thighs. Never before had she betrayed such feeling and her last 55 . dominating woman. nuzzling nose. Elizabeth stirred and sat up. The taste and aroma of the young girl's roused sex were too much for her.” she snapped. juddering body beneath her.” choked Molly. A bounding heaven of delight exploded behind her pelvis and tore through her jerking body. her full−fleshed buttocks twitching in reaction to the unwanted stimulation of the groping fingers between her thighs. setting the girl's plump buttocks quivering with a sharp slap. tears starting afresh as realization set in. I am going to let you sleep here in case I need you during the night. Sucking madly on the mushy flesh. erection−raising sight. Her moans were muffled against the spending cunt at her mouth. The jerky movements. The two naked females jerked and struggled together on the bed. “Y−yes. When at last they were still. glistening vulva down to her mouth. flicking her tongue across the tip. and she started to move rhythmically on the shaking. the movement of flesh on flesh.” she added. her eyes already glassy with the approach of her climax. There had been times during her travels when she had tasted other women. fetch one of each and throw them on the floor at the foot of the bed. The bed shook and creaked as the two spending women rubbed and rocked their naked bodies together. Molly had fought against the growing erotic excitement that blossomed and spread through her thighs and stomach as Elizabeth's fingers groped and probed at the raw. the mouth between her own thighs drawing so demandingly on her. although only occasionally and convincing herself it was merely to further her knowledge and experience in that which she sought constantly and passionatelynew sensation. mature woman. once more the cold. it was a maddening. you will find blankets and pillows. starting a flow moisture. “Fetch me a towel. Elizabeth pointed to a cupboard.
switching off. with a smile of satisfaction. I shall enjoy the anticipation until you have carried out your little scheme and then she shall have the complete run of the punishment room. Hilary?” asked Roger Blane. *** “And so to bed. “No.” murmured Hilary.The Slaves of Elizabeth Fale thoughts as she drifted off to sleep. eh?” smiled Raoul. “I wanted to prove something I suspectedand I have!' 56 .” “When are you going to start something. “Not one small lesson to start Natia off with?” smiled Hilary. “A lot sooner than I expected. were those of retribution in pain and humiliation for the girl who had engendered it.
She turned finally to Molly.” she said curtly. Then the small black leather−covered door opened at the far end and a naked. There were groans as backs were arched painfully and breasts were strained tautly upwards. it lashed down. The same black and white motif was continued in the tight−fitting shirt tucked into the wide leather belt at her waist. but the brilliance of the red line gave evidence of the vicious cutting quality. Molly nodded. with each girl attached to a rope and a floor ring. forgetting their own discomfort for a moment. fully dressed. to be re−locked again and the anklets secured to the floor−rings in the same way. She smoothed her hand down the rounded flesh to test it for tautness and the white flesh quivered in awful anticipation.The Slaves of Elizabeth Fale CHAPTER ELEVEN Six beautiful females. standing miserably and ashamed with her back to the three masked Arabs. The shirt itself was black. and with two ovals of soft white leather sewn into it which moulded themselves to her taut breasts. The short. her eyes flashing as they took in the full−fleshed loveliness of Cynthia Margetson. for not once did Molly make any attempt to move. with four−inch heels and tiny silver spurs. with stocking laddering under the impossible strain that being put upon them. were led into the gymnasium−like punishment room the following morning by three of the masked men. Elizabeth moved up behind her. the six women stood in a line about a yard apart down the centre of the room. instead of the usual loop piece of leather at the end. Black leather riding breeches with exaggerated flair sides and white leather oval chaps let in at mid−thigh. “I shall deal with you first. The mark it left on the soft white flesh was no thicker than the stroke of a pencil. Again. Elizabeth walked slowly along the line of women. keeping too near side. Then. their arms being hauled up to their fullest extent until their wrists could take no more strain and they were forced up onto their toes. there was a thin lash about one foot in length. and caught with the inevitable black leather thong. legs together and gripped her ankles. Moving a little away from her companions in misfortune. Skirts rode up revealing suspender buttons on full−fleshed thighs. Up went the ropes. laying the strokes low on her buttocks and all in a very small area. shiny leather riding boots. almost plastered to her skull. Six climbing ropes with metal rings at the ends were lowered from the ceiling. The six women tensed as the whip was raised. the strain on their wrists and ankles turning to pain. snapping the whip against her booted leg. “Bend over! You know what to expect if you try to evade any of the six strokes I am going to give you?” Magnificent breasts heaving. encased her legs to just below the knees. She had obviously threatened the girl with dire consequences. their stretched bodies already aching. flicking at the plump buttocks with what looked like a riding crop in every respect except that. she bent right over. slowly. Six heads twisted painfully and there were more groans as the helpless women were reminded of their earlier days on board “The Bizarre” when they beheld Elizabeth's attire. whimpering Molly Andrews stumbled into the room. making a comparatively faint sound in relation to the yell of pain it brought from Molly. each one of them all too familiar with the feel of the whip being lashed across their buttocks not to have heartfelt sympathy for anyone about to undergo similar treatment. closely followed by Elizabeth. There were gasps and started cries as the women felt themselves being gradually stretched. except for the convulsive jerk of her body as she received each scalding cut on her tensed bottom. When at last the men stopped hauling and wound the ropes about pegs on the wall. cramping thigh and calf muscles. Her hair was drawn tightly back. spreading the large cheeks of her naked bottom. having been instructed beforehand. bringing a scream from the sufferer as it laid another slim hairline of red−hot pain across her bare bottom. open at the neck. the ropes were pulled up again. thin lash came down with a high−pitched zip. 57 . The handcuffs above the girls' wrists were unlocked and passed through the rings. so that the other nine people in the room had an unobstructed view of the girl's backside. Elizabeth whipped her cruelly. directly above steel rings bolted to the floor.
wispy nylon briefs and frilly panties were torn from writhing hips and left to flutter to the floor in rags.” she snapped. As soon as she was stretched to Elizabeth's satisfaction. thus keeping them bent almost double. Expensive dresses were ripped asunder. her hands hovering near the marks. her head drooping forward in a resigned apathy. Jane stood. the lifting and stretching of her heavy breasts. while a seventh rope was lowered from the ceiling. Elizabeth made another tour of inspection. The saddles themselves were shaped like small bucket seats at the back. it became apparent why they had been stretched in their present position and it also showed up the differences in the equipment to that used on them by Hilary. a pile of glittering chrome steel and gleaming leather. she stopped at Cynthia. When she had inspected them all. she went back to Cynthia Margetson. flattening. Elizabeth perched herself on one of the flogging horses and jerked her head towards her captives. Soft belly lengthened. when she mounted Cynthia experimentally. White flesh. vicious cuts she had given the still−weeping Molly. all six women were naked except or their shoes and the wisps of tattered nylon hanging about their fettered ankles. her stripped bottom moving stiffly from side to side. The rider's thighs fitted snugly about the waist. At belly.The Slaves of Elizabeth Fale When it was over. “All right. they were fitted with wide steel bits padded with leather. her eyes hot on the various shapes and sizes of the beautiful bared breasts. both front and rear. throwing all the weight of saddle and rider on hips and buttocks. stroking her hand down one lovely. showing the play of every muscle and tautening of sinew. Instead of their wrists being attached to their ankles by short chains. Only Jane Brelton and Cynthia Margetson showed no signs of weeping. cutting into ft flesh and tearing stockings to shreds. from which the saddles were suspended by hooks. men. however. “Keep a long rein and have them trot 58 . desperately wanting to soothe but daring to touch. she was stretched. Elizabeth walked round her. Crying bitterly. while Cynthia stood glaring her hatred. flushed cheeks almost matching her flaming hair. one of the Arabs was sent to fetch the other three men. Large steel bits were forced into tender mouths and secured about the women's heads by buckled straps. “Pick your fillies. her face so close to the luscious mounds that the lovely red−head could feel her breath blowing on them. the expansive rib−cage arching beneath the strained breasts−even the dark mossy bulge at the junction of her thighs seemed painfully elongated. tapering to fit round the waist at the front like broad belts fastened by two heavy steel buckles. Within seconds. with the stirrups dangling down along the thighs. dark cleft. Slowly. Elizabeth found them not quite so exciting at first sight as Hilary's had been. Tears ran down most of their lovely faces as they stood stretched. heavier rings hung down. nipples poking out through pain and fright. her nose almost in the deep. she found that they were more efficient in many waysand much more erotically stimulating if the jockey herself was naked. “Strip them naked!” She sat watching intently. Once again. She moved on. bridles and various allied paraphernalia rivalling Hilary's in magnificence. bending to examine the glorious out−thrust hemispheres of the snow−white buttocks. “Take your mounts and spread out. hip and the base of the spine. naked and helpless. pausing to examine the weals on Anne Soames's bottom and the six thin. When all six men were present. squirming with shame under the lascivious eyes of their captors. curving flank. now. making a much more voluptuous sight in her nudity. enabling them to stand upright. with the reins attached to rings at the sides of the bits. lightly tanned and creamy flesh was rapidly exposed. she was dragged to the end of the line of women to have her ankles secured to another ring. the crotch kept constantly in contact with the mount's moving back. Elizabeth at once made a mental note to ride Cynthia in the nude in the privacy of the bedroom as soon as she had been broken sufficiently. These were carried across and dumped in front of each girl. while the two remaining helped Elizabeth select from cabinets saddles. with rings at each side to which chainless cuffs were attached. Molly straightened slowly. smiling at the gasps and cried of protests as each man picked a woman and set to with a will.” Commanded Elizabeth.” As the women were accoutered. saddle them up and get mountedI'm having this one. breasts juddered nakedly into view as brassieres were wrenched from them and there were yelps of pain and humiliation as suspender−belts were ripped away.
intimate places between flashing white thighs. which. By this time. hips and the tops of buttocks were chafing badly and the girls were sweat−lathered and exhausted. made for a far higher speed. Betty Stevens. sweaty places between their legs and the division of their buttocks. trying to lash out at him with her bare feet. as she lashed her ship about Cynthia's beautiful thighs and buttocks. Anne Soames stumbled and fell. eitherthey're going to take a lot of breaking in. Sylvia Dancus. crackling whips and the stamping of bare feet on the sprung flooring echoed through the long room. barked orders of the men. all seven women were lathered with sweat. discovering something else she liked about their new equipment as they were made to trot into linepubic mounds were bare and visible at all times and there were constant glimpses of soft. while their bared rumps and flanks were thrashed unmercifully and the cruel bits wrenched and tore at their mouths. wriggling her bottom forward in the saddle until Cynthia could feel the heat of the plump crotch burning into her back through the soft leather. Don't be afraid to lash them. she knew she would stand no chance. although she wore the high−heeled shoes. “Meanwhile. warm globes. she started off the first training session. Naked. Sylvia Dancus and Anne Soames had Arab jockeys. enabled her to win three of the races.The Slaves of Elizabeth Fale around you in circles. Over the harsh. coupled with the greater freedom of the upper body. I shall stay up this end and give mine a little more instructionshe'll make a good strong racing filly if I can 59 . Shrill cries. suddenly turned on her trainer. She drew a hissing breath of disgust as Elizabeth's arms went about her shoulders to gather the reins. Naked thighs hugged her waist tightly and had round breasts were pressed against her shoulder−blades. she was driven again with several searing lashes across her rearing breasts. but weighted with the heavy saddle about her hips and with her hands fettered at her waist. she tugged brutally on the rein. Elizabeth let her out to the fullest extent of the rein. she had exchanged shirt. With a crack of her whip and a sharp yelp from Cynthia as it landed across the backs of her thighs. their breasts being rubbed until the nipples stood out in stiff erection. The ankles being unfettered allowed for a much longer stride.” The proud. squirming with embarrassment and impotent rage as she sought out all the most intimate and sensitive parts with knowing touches. Saddles were removed briefly from the steel belts and there were squeals of outraged modesty as the girls were given a rub down. When Elizabeth finally called a halt. Elizabeth gave Cynthia hers. boots and riding breeches for the soft leather costume she had worn on the previous night. making the lovely woman gasp and groan. her hands sliding slowly across the sides of her breasts. dismounting from Cynthia. Cynthia's mouth tightened when she saw her. Cynthia's strong. “Give your mounts another rub−down at the other end of the room and then take them back to their cells. beautiful Cynthia looked as though she might launch an attack on her trainer. The only difference was the absence of stockings and suspenders. having her last doubt dispelled as she took the weight and Elizabeth settled her sinuous body comfortably. well−built body. She had them lined up for inspection again. “That's enough racing for today. Molly was mounted by an Arab. to receive three stinging lashes across her sorely wealed bottom from her Arab trainer before she was able to get to her feet and start off again. maddened by a cut of the whip high flicked painfully high up between her thighs. carrying a much lighter jockey. while the lovely slender Jane Brelton staggered under the bulk of one of the two white men. being now in little doubt as to the hard woman's sexual inclinations. Elizabeth began to like Raoul's type of saddle more and more as she put Cynthia through her paces. I shall put them through their paces individually later this afternoon. with Mary Hawe taking the other white man. tugging spitefully on the rein to keep her constantly turning in a circle. After the rub−down Elizabeth disappeared. unrestrained breasts jiggled and bouncedbuttocks swayed and juddered heavily beneath the saddles. her eyes alight with excitement. She was in no doubt as to which she would have put her money on in a race between girls accoutered in the two types of equipment. having particular attention paid to the hot. When she returned some minutes later. She had to stand still while Elizabeth mounted her and slid her feet into the stirrups. breasts heaving tumultuously with their sobbing breaths. who hugged delightedly close to the girl's plump body. Screaming and unable to protect herself. Elizabeth's sharp commands rose imperiously.” panted Elizabeth. Six agonizing and exhausting races the girls were forced to run against each other. on the lovely white rearing breasts and heavily−laden buttocks. closing briefly about the two smooth.” Standing by Cynthia.
there was little she could do. with a wild scream. as she gazed up at the blazing−eyed Cynthia. Settling herself tightly against Cynthia's bare back. The whip was thrown aside while Elizabeth loosened the saddle and belt and forced them lower on Cynthia's hips. she received the cruel upward tug on her breasts and this time managed to break into the required step straight away. under the guise of the rub−down. sweat pouring from her body. “I shall not use the whip on you. I shall have you birched. just staring at Cynthia for a long. two of the men had run up from the other end of the room and pinioned Cynthia's arms to her sides. then she took hold of them again. Almost at once. bending almost double. Open your legs.The Slaves of Elizabeth Fale correct a slight lurching tendency in her gait. twisting and squirming her shoulders in a vain effort to free herself. she realized what was happening as the thighs about her waist began a rhythmic squeezing. but the bit left in her mouth. forcing her tenderized mouth wider. Straightening suddenly. if I lift them. her grip becoming painful as her excitement increased.” hissed Elizabeth in her ear. the reins were removed. Cynthia then realized that the reason for lowering the belt and saddle was to allow more of their flesh to come into contact. I want you to high−step and if I want you to stop I shall pinch the nippleslike this!” Cynthia yelled again as her nipples were pinched and twisted. enclosing the voluptuous breasts in a tight grip. Nowgiddy−up!” Swaying with fatigue. Cynthia gasped. yet goaded on by the prick of the stiletto heels at her thighs.” Yelping as spiked heels dug into her thighs. more correctly. She stood panting. the strap of it being buckled more tightly at the back of her head. dazed for a moment. taking too long to suit Elizabeth before going into a high−step. letting the ripe breasts jump madly for a while. Still maddened. clamping her naked thighs about the bare waist and grinding the heated mound of her sex into her back. Cynthia started off again. Elizabeth slipped her hands between her sides and her arms. still holding the nipples between fingers and thumbs. But by then. Elizabeth held onto her shoulders. Cynthia lashed out at her with a bare foot. She shrieked as the nipples were pinched and twisted viciously. squeezing the breasts even harder until Cynthia cried out with pain. wheeling to left and right with painful tugs on her lush breasts. weakened by the lashing and riding. but if I am not satisfied with our performance. Elizabeth mounted her again. There was a deathly hush as Elizabeth climbed to her feet. ready to drop with weariness. leaving more of her waist bare. this timeyour breasts will be the reins.” Cynthia was then forced to stand with her legs apart while the obscene groping started again. arms and legs flying. she immediately jerked forward again. But with her wrists manacled to the steel belt about her waist. realized why she was being made to keep up the ridiculous high−step. and. “I'm going to ride you without reins. “Now try again. Elizabeth twisted and sat up. getting the satisfaction of feeling it sink into her side and hearing Elizabeth's yelp of pain as she rolled away from her. Neither was she left long to wonder at the removal of the reins and the discarding of the whip. who tormented and humiliated her. Then. Elizabeth shot over her back and hit the floor. leaving Cynthia alone with Elizabeth. with 60 . Elizabeth's breath moaned and panted in her ear and suddenly. She groaned with pain as they were hauled upwards. “Stand still and do as you're told. She made muffled sounds of protest as a sweat−damp rag was wiped over her body. The woman was tossing herself off against her back−or. “Be quiet!” snapped Elizabeth. her face almost purple with rage. only a couple of years her senior.” The six weary girls were led to the far end of the room. slapping one moist thigh. “You'll have to do a lot better than that!” snarled Elizabeth. long moment. her flanks and buttocks burning hotly from the lashing they had received. Back and forth Cynthia was made to trot. Cynthia was forced into a canter. I shall tug on each breast according to which way I want you to turn. Cynthia was doing it for her by her jerky movements! Cynthia forgot her weariness in a blaze of anger. her hand pressed to her side. She longed to get her hands on his strange. bringing her to a halt. sadistic woman.
kicking girl. with a sudden flash of spirit. blood−speckled striations appeared across the centre of her naked bottom.” went on Elizabeth. Cynthia had the saddle stripped from her. while her lovely legs were forced open and stretched to the ankle straps at the two lower corners. either. She heard her footsteps on the wooden platform halt. the back of the hand returned and belted the right one. her hands were freed to go to her breasts. eyed the two beautiful coral−tipped gourds. the birch tapped and then brushed across her tensed buttocks. frighteningly vulnerable to whatever punishment Elizabeth wanted to inflict on them. the livid marks of her fingers along their tender sides. Elizabeth. “I'm going to give it to you on your buttocks first. When the two men stood away from her. Her belly was flattened. “Strip that stuff off her. “You will do whatever I want you to dowhenever I want it. “You wouldn'tyou'd kill me!” “I think you would have been prepared to kill me just now if your hands had been free. three holding the fighting. Up went the rod again to lash down with savage force across the helpless woman's buttocks. The tip of the birch moved lower to brush the red pubic hair. “If you live through this. white and sweat−streaked. Two more men came to help. Then your back and belly will be lashed. “I want her naked for what I'm going to do to her!” Still moaning and trying to get her hands up to hold her aching breasts.The Slaves of Elizabeth Fale a snarl. calm once more. For a split second.” grated Elizabeth. the sounds of pain and the sight of the streaked buttocks.” retorted Cynthia. still struggling. her buttocks taut and jutting. Elizabeth walked all around her and then stepped up close to look into her eyes. her voice beginning to tremble with excitement of anticipation. followed by the other four men with the rest of the girls. lethal−looking birch. with her flaming hair falling to her shoulders. “then I hope I don't live through it. the whole area of her bottom red and speckled before she had received ten strokes.” “We'll see how you feel after the first fifty strokes!” Cynthia looked down at the white beauty of her taut breasts. Then the woman was moving away from her and her eyes followed her fearfully until she was out of sight behind her. the swishing of the birch rod. as a series of thin. shrieking her pain as she was birched. She hung there. Elizabeth's lust was almost out of control as she inflicted the birching. as Elizabeth brought her hand from behind her back to hold up a long. Cynthia gave a choked cry of horror and started to struggle in the grip of the two men. the lovely naked woman closed her eyes and braced herself in her bonds. As the steel belt was removed.” snarled Elizabeth. Biting her lower lip. Most of the watching women hid their faces in their hands as the birch was raised behind the naked back. There was an awful swishing hum and a loud SPLATT! that echoed through the vast room. Her back was arched. “Fifty strokes. She writhed madly.” Cynthia gave a little involuntary whimper as the birch went between her thighs and rubbed across the tender flesh of her vulva. she was stretched almost beyond endurance in the shape of an inverted Y. with a few stray.” “If that means catering to your filthy lesbian urges. every muscle rigid. with her exquisite breasts rearing above the arched rib−cage. while another strapped her wrists to the apex of the whipping triangle. her right hand lashed hard across the red−head's breast. then a hoarse scream of pain rippled from Cynthia's lips and her naked body jerked violently. affected her so 61 .” she vowed. “They're going to ache a lot more than they do now. just for Cynthia's ears. the contorting of the lovely bared body. there was complete silence. Elizabeth returned from a visit to one of the cabinets. the bit was taken from her mouth and. “Strap her to the triangle!” Shrieking and struggling. at last.” she whispered. The birching had begun. “Perhaps a few well placed strokes down here wouldn't come amiss. Cynthia was dragged to the dais. her voice quiet and deadly. “No!” Cynthia panted hoarsely. shivering at the thoughts of a birch being lashed across them fifty times. I am going to have you crawling groveling at my feet. curling hairs visible below them between her widespread thighs.” She smiled cruelly at Cynthia's sharp jerk as she stroked the birch−twigs over her breasts and down her stomach. Even as she shouted with pain.
“You bastard!” she hissed. dresses were found for them and they were taken back to “The Bizarre". Later. ” “Okay. “You you tricked me. Howard Tesker and several men employed by Raoul. and another. She screamed as the two men jumped on her. she felt the first delicious tremors between her legs which she knew would soon build up into an orgasm without her even having to touch herself. “Hilary!” exclaimed Elizabeth as the whole group swung around. “I don't understandyou. doing up one of the buttons in front to hide at least part of her nudity. Their faces were hard as they stopped before Elizabeth.” “But of course.. CRACK! Elizabeth screamed and everyone else in the room gaped as the birch was torn from her grasp as though by an invisible hand. With Elizabeth “in irons” in the very stall which had housed Natia. “Would you be good enough to ask a couple of your men to bind thisvicious woman? Put a dress on her and cover that ridiculous costumewe'll take her back to England and see what the law has to say. rising from behind one of the flogging horses half way down the room. while you're at it.” cut in Hilary quickly. I've decided to have the engines checked when we dock in Englandfuel and stores are being put aboard now. “Oh. supported by Tesker and Blane. “There's a bo.” He spoke to two of his men and they approached Elizabeth. Hilary removed his jacket and draped it over her shoulders.. noting the marks of lash and cane on their thighs and buttocks.. Roger!” came Hilary Garner's enthusiastic voice from the far end of the room.” “It would take four or five days before we'd be ready to sail.” grinned Roger Blane. “Did you have to make such a melodramatic entrance?” She rubbed numbed fingers. but you must be to think you could get away with this!” Hilary smiled thinly. Considerately. yes you didn't expect us for another three or four days. Hilary regarded their nakedness with pity on his face. backing away. only to see them disappearing through the rear door.The Slaves of Elizabeth Fale much that already. Hilary. She had never actually experienced a climax in this way and the idea of this new sensation thrilled her. “So this is the way you were looking after the girls!” said Hilary coldly.” Hilary turned to Raoul. one of the steel belts with her wrists manacled to it. “No.” “Might as well gag her. “Terrible placebelonged to the previous owner..” Cynthia was freed. I know. “Now let's release this unfortunate girl.” “You're no better than that Natia Daeudiri!” Hilary almost spat the words. “All this was a trick to. Well. Hilary surpassed himself both in the dinner he laid on and the speech he made afterwards. did you!” “But you said that....” He shivered. 62 . “She looked around wildly for the six men who had been aiding her.” Raoul looked horrified. still moaning with the pain of the twelve strokes her bottom had taken. “Release that poor woman at once!” “Are you mad?” Elizabeth looked stunned.. Eagerly. “Don't tell me how muchsurprise me!” He levered the used shell from his rifle and strolled towards the petrified group round the triangle. after Raoul had supplied all the medicaments needed to soothe the savage soreness of whipped bottoms. Hope struggled with amazed disbelief on the faces of the other six girls. and Hilary knew he had won when seven women raised seven glasses promptly and seven pairs of eyes beamed in his direction.” Sir Hilary advanced into the room with Raoul. “I don't understandhow did she come to be in this wing? It was going to be dismantled. Howard Tesker jumped to his feet and proposed a toast to Sir Hilary Garner. When he sat down this time.. Her beautiful breasts heaved and swayed as she drooped forward. “You could have killed someone. “Great work. A couple of them still had their saddles on.. she lifted the vicious birch again. Hilary saw to it that they were freed and jackets donated by the rest of the party.
she was fed and exercised just as Natia had been. one for Hilary. Three Bentleys were waiting. Young Molly Andrews had shown so much trust in Hilary as to ask him if he would consider having her back as a maid and all had assured him that nothing more would ever be mentioned about the Cruise. their purses containing cheques each worth more than any of them could have earned in two years. One bright spring morning. that they would leave the punishment of Elizabeth Fale in his capable hands. with a few secret smiles.The Slaves of Elizabeth Fale Raoul D'Erlanger took his leave after dinner and “The Bizarre” sailed the following morning. although the exercising was done at night and she was never once seen by either the girls or Hilary. 63 . They had also agreed. “The Bizarre” berthed at Colchester after having made a brief stop along a deserted part of the coast late the previous night. Tesker and Blane and two to transport the seven girls to London. Nothing was done to Elizabeth on the voyage home.
” He chuckled. “And I should think we have! Having reclaimed the seven women.” said Tesker. I only have one question. by taking them off our hands.” agreed Tesker. Sowe've solved the problem of their ever wanting to take any action against us.” murmured Hilary. Or are you letting her go now the girls are safely away?” “Have some more brandy. short whip in one hand. “All rightout with it before you explode!” he grinned. my dear Howard. “I get your point about solving the problem of keeping the girls quiet after what we did to them on the first cruise sure. “Wowee!!” breathed Roger Blane. “Bloody hell!” muttered Tesker.” smiled Hilary. “That is another story!” 64 . “One question at a time. The dining room door opened and Joan entered slowly.” “Was it necessary to go to all those elaborate preparations in Algiers?” asked Tesker. more or less. “Well. Her wrists were manacled. too. I wanted them back and I wanted to teach Natia a lesson she should never forget.The Slaves of Elizabeth Fale CHAPTER TWELVE Dinner at Chesham Manor that night was a quiet.” Hilary cocked an eyebrow at them. “We move heaven and earth to get Natia. Howard Tesker and Roger Blane adroitly side−stepping any questions to do with the second voyage of “The Bizarre” until a bottle to Tesker's favourite brandy was set on the table.” “Yeah. “A big onewhat in Hades was the object of the whole operation?” “That's. “I followed this up by sacrificing the saddles and went on by using Elizabeth to enable me to carry out a second rescue. we would still have had Natia on our hands. thoughtful pull on his cigarette.” “So why go to all that bother?” finished Tesker. “What's going to be done with her? You'll have another problem explaining her disappearance. I saw to it that they had a wonderful trip home and a nice little nest−egg at the end of it. I wanted their confidence first of all. “Anyway are you grumbling? You've made money. “Lady Elizabeth Fale!” “In all her naked glory!” nodded Hilary. fitting a Turkish cigarette into his holder. to boot. slender body. enhancing the whiteness of her tall. gentlemen. “Finally.” “Well. give Natia away and let the girls go as soon as we get back to Englandwith money. I had already effected a brilliant rescuewith your very able assistance. I don't like having things taken from meespecially by an imperious little bitch like Natia Daeudiri. that's right. Hilary filled their glasses and sat back with a smile. Joan tugged on the leash and flicked the whip across the backs of her thighs to bring her over to the table. And I've done it!” “Yeah. But Natia had done that for us anyway.” said Blane. as were her ankles. the seven girls and our saddles back and what do we do? Chuck the saddles overboard. I've solved problemsand we've all seen the sexiest television show we're ever likely to see outside of Raoul's chateau!” He took a long. At table were Hilary. thus consolidating their esteem. with a pause between each. though. her only coverings a pair of glossy black shoes with six−inch heels and sheer black nylons held up by frilly red garters. I wanted to prove a pointand not only prove it.” drawled Roger Blane. what I had in mind. going across and pulling the bell−sash three distinct pulls. leading the proud Lady Elizabeth Fale on a leash attached to a steel collar about her neck. She was gagged and blindfolded. by glittering steel cuffs with a short length of thin chain suspended between them. in the first place. of courseas my opening gambit. “On principle alone. “I wanted to be surebesides. served by the buxom Joan. “And just what have got in mind for her?” “As Rudyard Kipling would have said. “I would have thought you'd have been able to wangle that on the way home.” Hilary began. “Mainly. but ram home the truth of it.” said Blane. “I really thought you'd put her ashore so that the girls wouldn't know she was getting off scot free. informal affair.” added Roger Blane.
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