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Enslaved Chapter 28Havers, who would have been delighted to have been present during the degradation of Julia and Melissa, had been otherwise engaged. He had been erecting the healing lamps and benches in the annexe of the Punishment Room. These had arrived in the second large crate from the ?Paradise?, along with a considerable quantity of other useful equipment and a variety of punishment devices and instruments of correction. Apart from having her little joke, Miss Judith had been very thorough in her compilation of the contents of the crate.By the time Havers returned to the central room of the slavequarters, Julia and Melissa had at last been permitted to remove themselves from the chairs. Still weak and tearful, they tottered after their Master into the bedroom. Glenda had gone upstairs to the main house, taking Rosalie with her.?I must say that quite turned me on,? said Quentin with a grin, as the girls stood uncertainly awaiting further orders. He did indeed feel very randy and was trying to make up his mind which girl he would have, when Havers knocked on the bedroom door.?May I come in, boss?? he called.?Sure thing, Havers,? replied Quentin.??There?s no need to knock down here, man. The girls have got no secrets to hide . . . and nor have I!?With a thumping heart, Havers went in, his eyes instantly fastening on the two naked girls. With shock, yet with a thrill of pleasure, he noted the tear-stained cheeks and weal-striped buttocks.?I . . . I?ve finished in there,? he managed to say.?Ah . . . good . . . these two are going to need a little treatment later.? Quentin began to unbutton his shirt, then he pulled it off, exposing a barrel-chest covered with a mass of grizzled hairs. ?But before that, I?m going to fuck one of them.?Havers mouth sagged open. For a moment, he thought Quentin was joking, but when the boss?s trousers came off, he saw that he wasn?t. Quentin?s stiffening cock was thrusting through the opening of his pants. For a moment, Havers felt a little embarrassed.Naturally, he was not used to people behaving in this way nor to women being treated so. He was rather like a newcomer on board the ?Paradise?!?OK, if I stay?? asked Havers.?Of course,? smiled Quentin, removing his pants and standing grossly, paunchy nude. ?Perhaps you?d like to have the other one?They?re both very ready. Each had had one of those dildoes up her for quite some time . . . and also I?ve just let them both come.?Havers had been present when the girls had first sank on to ?Ahmed? and ?Jason?. Yes . . . that had been quite a while back. The lust began to surge through his loins at the thought of enjoying one of these two young naked beauties, both of whom were standing submissively silent on the far side of the room, eyes a little downcast.?Sure . . .? he said a little hoarsely, feeling beads of sweaty excitement prickling all over his body.Quentin obviously made up his mind . . . and crooked a finger at Julia. ?I think the honour will be for you today, my pretty. Get on the bed and get your arse in the air. Havers . . . you can have Melissa.They?re both as good as each other, I can assure you.?Needless to say, Havers would have been happy with either and, with fumbling fingers began to pull off his clothes. He saw the girl Julia crawl on to her bed and raise her weal-striped hindquarters.Then she parted her thighs and presented herself abjectly to Quentin who had waddled over and was standing looking lecherously down.?The real thing . . . for a change . . . you brazen strumpet,? he said thickly.Then he climbed on to the bed and knelt down behind the girl, gripping her flanks . . .?Havers tore his eyes away and, now naked himself, moved across to the lovely Melissa. It is incredible that I am actually going to fuck such a beautiful creature, he said to himself. Never before had he had one so beautiful. What made it all the more exciting was the fact that the girl?s feelings didn?t come into it.He felt Melissa quiver slightly as he laid a hand on her warm flank. Just touching the flesh made him stiffen faster. The lust within him welled up to boiling point.?My God . . . you are hot, my beauty . . .? he heard Quentin say.?Juicy, too . . .? There followed a series of happy grunts.?Get on the bed . . . like your little friend,? ordered Havers hoarsely.Oh what Heaven that such an order should be obeyed so submissively . . . so immediately! He knelt on the bed and seized the waiting flanks just as Quentin had done. By then, Havers was solidly in erection. No need to wait!He positioned himself . . .Felt the warm-wet succulence of ready sex-lips . . . Then, a****l-like, and with deliberate brutality, he thrust . . . Havers was amazed that he slid in so easily, right up to the hilt.A little moan of delight came from him. The boss had been right when he had said the girl was very ready! He felt her gripping him, then seductively moving her bottom, as if she genuinely wanted him to fuck her. Havers slid out and then rammed in hard again.?Aahhh!? he gasped involuntarily. His belly was pressed against lush, warm buttocks; his organ was encased in female juicy hotness . . . which wriggled and gripped invitingly.?N-Nice, eh . . . hhaaahh . . . eh?? panted Quentin.Havers turned his head seeing his boss?s flabby flanks working more vigorously than his.?Yes . . . mmm . . . y-yes . . .? he agreed.??She . . . she?s a good fuck, that Melissa. So . . . hhaahh . . . hhhaahh . . . is this one . . .?That Melissa was a good fuck, Havers was certainly not in doubt. He began to thrust faster, revelling in the increasingly delicious sensation. it was amazing how co-operative the girl was. Turning his head again, he saw that Julia was equally güvenilir bahis so. They did not just kneel there, taking it. Both were really working themselves. Incredible!?C-Come . . . come again . . . aaahh . . . hhhaaahh . . . then . . . you . . . b-beauty . . .? panted Quentin.Then Havers heard Julia beginning to squeal.?You too!? he commanded, gripping Melissa?s flanks more tightly ?Hhhaa . . . hhhaaa . . . y-yes . . . yes . . .? he heard her gasping. My God, he realised, she actually was coming!How incredible . . .How wonderful . . .Grunting and groaning as piggishly as his boss, Havers worked himself to a frenzy of ramming. Never . . . never . . . had he had a woman like this! Never . . . never . . . had he enjoyed one so much! Suddenly he was lost . . . The divine moment swept up on him . . .?Hhhhhhaaaaa . . . hhhhhaaaaa ooohh . . . oooooohh-hhfi . . . hhhhaaahhhh . . . ooohhhhhh . . .? Havers gasping-groans were ecstatic, just as were Quentin?s. Both of them had reached a climax simultaneously. So, too, it seemed, had the girls. Though whether that was true or false, it was impossible to say.Havers slumped forward, mouth on Melissa?s white shoulder. Eyes closed, he drooled. His hands left the girl?s flanks and fondled her pendulous breast-fruit. Oh God . . . what a woman . . . what a superb woman!?A good fuck, isn?t she Havers??Havers nodded, his eyes still closed. ?Mmmmm . . .? he replied.He didn?t want to do anything. He didn?t want to move. Just stay there, still wallowing in Melissa?s juiciness.?I think you?ll enjoy Julia just as much,? he heard Quentin saying.?Have her tomorrow. Any time you like . . .??Thanks . . . Q-Quentin? murmured Havers. What a boss to have! What a job to have! He had certainly struck it lucky this time. Then, slowly, reluctantly, Havers opened his eyes. Tubby, sweating, but relaxed, Quentin was seated on the edge of the bed. Julia still knelt, breathing heavily. Slowly Havers withdrew from Melissa. How delightful it was to know that he could have this delicious creature again and again! He swung around and he too sat on the edge of the bed. He grinned at Quentin.?Thanks,? he said, ?that was really something!?Quentin spread his hands. ?Be my guest,? he smiled.Havers no longer felt any embarrassment. Already he was slipping into the ways of this bizarre and cruel world. Just as once, long ago, Quentin had also done. He turned and laid a hand on Melissa?s warm, quivering bottom.?Want me to give them some treatment now?? he asked. He felt very much a man. A man of the world.?No hurry,? yawned Quentin. ?I?m going to take a shower. Why not join me???Right then . . .?The two men moved into the shower cubicles which had been provided for the girls. Soon both were singing happily as they soaped themselves under the lancing hot water. Most . . . most enjoyable . . .Meanwhile, Julia and Melissa remained kneeling on the beds. For the time being, they had served their purpose! Both men sat, wearing warm bathrobes, drinking Scotch.?This is the life, isn?t it?? smiled Quentin.?You?re not k**ding . . .? Havers raised his glass. ?My God, Quentin, I really must congratulate you on this set-up. To be honest, when you first told me about it, I didn?t truly believe you.??I don?t blame you,? replied Quentin. ?It certainly is rather unusual. Probably I would have reacted in the same way.??Yet . . . it?s all true . . .? said Havers, almost to himself, it seemed. He looked around the luxuriously furnished room, noting the two chairs on which the black dildoes continued to thrust menacingly erect. Quentin saw the direction of his glance.?I?m keeping those there,? he said with a grin. ?I shall tell the girls they can use them any time they like!?Havers grinned in reply. What a joker the boss was! ?Think they?ll have finished their showers yet?? he asked.?Don?t worry about them,? said Quentin. ?Have another drink man. They?ll come running to you whenever you want them. At the snap of a finger.??Sorry,? said Havers getting up and pouring another stiff Scotch.?The whole thing?s a bit difficult to get used to.??I know . . . I know . . .? nodded Quentin. ?But, in another week I reckon, it will feel as if you?ve had a couple of slave-girls all your life! That?s the way it goes.?Havers sat down and drank his Scotch with gay abandon. A quarter of an hour later, Havers found himself alone with the two girls . . . for the first time. Quentin had gone upstairs to dress; Havers duties consisted of simply putting both girls under the healing lamps. It was something which filled him with a trembling sort of excitement.They were in his charge!How superb! How unbelievable!Both girls were lying naked on the beds when he entered the bedroom. They were quiet and still but, immediately he came in, each at once knelt erect and placed their hands on top of her head.It was the slave posture. The one in which Havers had seen them first of all. Although Quentin had changed a good deal of the routine of the ?Paradise?, this simple piece of discipline he had maintained.Havers, feeling very much in command, strolled from one bed to the other, studying first Julia and then Melissa. What luscious beauties they were! Amazing to think that they were slaves! But they were . . . oh yes, they were. He could still feel Melissa?s juiciness, as he looked at her.?I enjoyed fucking you, just now,? he said.?Thank you, Sir,? answered Melissa in a low, controlled voice. ?It . . . it was an honour to serve you . . .?Even more incredible! That a woman could say such a thing!A sudden sense of the absolute power he had, gripped Havers. It was one of the most exhilarating experiences he had ever had.?Get your bottom in the air again, türkçe bahis Melissa,? he ordered, ?I want to take another look at it.?Even as he found himself saying it, Havers had the sudden feeling the girl would not comply. She would protest. Make some excuse. Tell him to get lost. Slap his face, even. But no . . .Without demure, Melissa turned instantly . . . knelt and thrust up her hindquarters uninhibitedly for his inspection. Havers eyes goggled at their fulsome shapeliness. He had never seen a better bottom in all his life. Havers? hand went out and he touched the lush flesh, running his fingers over the weals, feeling Melissa wince.?These hurt, eh???Y-Yes . . . Sir . . .?It won?t be long, thought Havers, before I?m caning this lovely bottom. My God, that would be really something! Caning a classy young woman?s bottom. Just as hard as he liked. Making her squirm, making her beg. Yes . . . that would be the day! For the time being, Havers gave that bottom a stinging slap . . . as he knew he was permitted to do at any time.How delicious that felt!So delicious, in fact, that Havers gave it a second slap, setting the soft flesh juddering.?OK, Melissa, kneel up again,? said Havers.And, as submissively as she had gone down, the girl came up again to her former posture.Havers got up and strolled over to Julia. He was beginning to enjoy himself no end. Exercising his newly acquired power. Julia, he saw, was just as lovely as Melissa. Different but similar. Lots of shape, lots of upper-crust class. Another society beauty, in fact.?Enjoy the fucking the boss gave you?? he asked.It was Heaven to be able to ask such questions of -a woman! Where else in the world could you do so??Yes, Sir,? answered Julia, with the seeming utmost respect.?It rather sounded like it,? smiled Havers.He saw the girl?s impassive features twitch. They might try not to show any emotion, he said to himself, but, underneath, they felt plenty alright! One could taunt and goad . . . and know that one was hurting. Delightful!?You were his Mistress once, weren?t you? But two-timed him??Again that twitch of the features. Then something like hate and acute anguish blazed momentarily in Julia?s eyes.?Yer . . . ess . . . S-Sir . . .? she whispered.?What a mistake you made,? sighed Havers. Then, with deliberate casualness, he fondled Julia?s breasts.?You?ve got good tits, girl, I?ll say that for you,? he remarked.He sounded more easy-going than he felt. In fact, his hand was shaking a little.?Thank you, Sir,? whispered Julia.?Like having them played with???Y-Yes . . . mmm . . . yes . . . S-Sir . . .??Show me your bottom, Julia . . .?It was just like playing with a wonderful toy, thought Havers as the girl turned and knelt just as Melissa had done. He examined her at his leisure. Next time, he thought, I?ll fuck this one. She?s a real beauty, too. Again he ran his hand over the weals, noting that there were considerably more over Julia?s buttocks than there had been over Melissa. Idly, he wondered why.?OK,? he said, at last, ?you can kneel up again, Julia.?And Julia did just that. Her features remained virtually impassive but Havers noted that the girl was biting her lips. What, he thought, must not both women have endured in order to be brought to such a submissive condition. They behaved with such a degree of obedience that they might almost have been automatons.Almost, but not quite . . .Automatons did not have any feelings!?Right,? said Havers, at last, ?time to try out those lamps I?ve just installed.? He nodded his head towards the door. ?Off you go . . . to the Punishment Room. They?re in a small room off that. I think you know the way!?Julia and Melissa got off the beds and walked to the door, Havers following. His eyes were glued to the two seductively swinging sets of hindquarters, each laced with the red weals which Quentin had recently raised. The soft flesh of nates and thighs quivered with their movements. How gracefully they both moved, thought Havers.Rather like models on a catwalk. Controlled, yet somehow provocative.Melissa opened the door of the Punishment Room and they all went in. Havers thought he noticed Julia give a little shiver. That would have been quite natural, he reflected. No one could have been more aware of the reason why that room had been constructed.Purely and simply to make herself and her companion suffer whenever it was deemed necessary. The very sight of the two waiting punishment blocks must have chilled both girls to the marrow.?To the right, through that archway,? said Havers.They entered the annexe where the two leather-topped tables had been erected. Above each were two large lamps. On a smaller table nearby were rows of bottles containing liquid and ointments.?Well, you know all about these, I?m sure,? said Havers, ?so up you go, my beauties!?He managed to give Julia?s bottom a stinging smack while it was projecting invitingly as she got up on to her table. Face down, face turned to one side, both girls spread-eagled themselves like starfish.Havers buckled on the leather straps at the corners of each table to the wrists and ankles of each girl. Their utter helplessness pleased him as he picked up a jar of pale pink liquid. How many, many times, he thought, they must have lain like that - with a bottom seemingly on fire waiting for treatment. Girls like these, naturally proud and stubborn, must have earned themselves one merciless thrashing after another at the outset of their slave training.Havers poured some liquid into the cupped palm of his right hand. As he approached Julia first, he saw the girl?s nates clench involuntarily. He smiled. ?This makes it sting more, at first, I believe,? he güvenilir bahis siteleri said.?Yes . . . Sir . . .? answered Julia, through clenched teeth. The one eye that could see was wide, staring fixedly, like that of a wounded deer, he thought.He rubbed the liquid over both of Julia?s buttock cheeks and the girl uttered a loud, whinnying sound as she squirmed and shuddered convulsively. Havers poured out more liquid and rubbed that in too. Julia?s head jerked up and she gasped breathlessly.?Stings a lot, eh???Ooooo . . . y-yes . . . S-Sir . . .? whimpered Julia pathetically.With a lascivious grin, Havers slipped his hand down Julia?s widened cleft . . . and then under her. The girl shrieked and squirmed even more violently.?Ahhhh . . . NO . . . OOO . . . p-ple . . . eease . . . Sir . . . n-not . . . there!?Havers grinned even more lasciviously. As he had rightly guessed, the sex-lips would be exceedingly sensitive to the liquid . . . whatever it was. He kept his hand where it was and then briefly fingered Julia.?If I want to put the stuff there, my girl, I will,? he said. And again he felt that delightful surge of the pleasure of power.Julia moaned and a series of deep sobs shook her. No one knew better than she that this b**st in human form would do just that whenever he liked! In fact, her senseless plea had made it all the more probable that he would free do so in future.Havers went across to Melissa and gave her bottom similar treatment. The girl took it in virtual silence, thought she breathed more loudly down her delicately flared nostrils . . . and the soft flesh of her bottom twitched repeatedly and quivered all over like a jelly. It was delightful to feel and to see. This girl, he reflected, is just that shade tougher than the other one. Partly because of her longer experience, he reckoned, but not entirely. Perhaps out of a grudging admiration for her stoicism, Havers did not anoint Melissa?s sex lips as he had done Julia?s. I?ll reserve that for special occasions, he said to himself.The liquid-bottle was replaced and Havers picked up a stone jar containing a thick, white ointment.?Now for the nice part, girls,? he said jovially. ?At least, I?ve been told it feels nice!?He began to plaster Julia?s buttocks all over thickly with the ointment. He literally slapped it on, then rubbed it well in, as he had been told to do. Somehow he found it most sensuously exciting.From time to time, his hand slipped down the cleft, as much for his own amusement as anything else. It was lovely to have such a girl so helpless. To do just what you fancied with her. To slap her ointment- sticky bottom . . . or to frig her briefly . . . just as he pleased!And wondering just how Julia felt about what he was doing only made it all the more enjoyable!In turn, Melissa got the same treatment. And, this time, Havers hand did slip down into the warm, sticky cleft. He titillated and probed at will . . . and for quite some time.?Did I tell you, Melissa,? he asked, licking wet lips, ?that you make a very good fuck???N-No . . . Sir . . .? The reply low but firm.?Well . . . do you know, Melissa???Yes . . . Sir . . .??I shall fuck you often, Melissa.??Yes . . . Sir . . . I . . . I sh-shall be honoured . . . Sir . . .?Havers smiled and thrust his fingers momentarily deeper, feeling the twitch of female flesh. ?I?m very glad to hear it, Melissa,? he said. Then he withdrew his fingers and gave the shapely, ointmentsmeared bottom before him a final slap.This, he said to himself, as he replaced the ointment jar, is a duty which is going to be a continuing pleasure!A final glance at the two prostrate figures, and Havers switched on the lamps above them. But one would not have known they were on. For the rays that beamed down were invisible ones.Purveyors of a healing miracle. ?Havers seems to have got swiftly into the swing of things,? remarked Glenda.?Yes . . . hasn?t he just,? agreed Quentin.The couple were seated on a couch in front of the television screen. Quite a happy family scene! Alongside them, in an armchair, sat Rosalie . . . still, quite, quite fascinated by all that was going on. On the screen were pictures of Havers having his little fun and games with the girls on the healing benches.?There?s one thing I don?t understand,? said Rosalie as she watched Havers slapping ointment on to Julia?s bottom. ?Why do they put up with it? I mean . . . why don?t they do away with themselves?Anything would be better than this. Especially for a woman.??Oh, I agree,? said Quentin, smiling knowingly. ?Of course, both of them would have done that long ago. If they could.??What do you mean?? asked Rosalie innocently.?He means, they can?t,? said Glenda.?I . . . don?t understand,? said Rosalie. ?Oh dear, there?s so much I don?t understand.? She watched as Havers hand delved into Melissa?s widened cleft.?It?s quite simple,? said Quentin. ?They can?t because they?ve been conditioned not to. Brainwashed, if you like. It?s a form of deep hypnosis they?re put under immediately they get aboard the ?Paradise?. Thereafter, it is literally impossible for them to harm themselves.??Remarkable,? murmured Rosalie. ?But I suppose, by now, I should be getting used to such things.??What?s more, Rosalie,? added Glenda, ?it is impossible for them to harm any of us. That, too, was programmed into them when they were under hypnosis.??I see . . . I see . . . yes . . . I?d rather wondered about that, as well!? ?A most necessary precaution, when you think about it,? said Quentin. He was thinking about Julia having his prick in her mouth.Driven beyond the normal limits, there was no reason why the girl could not have done him an irreparable injury! Yet . . . thank God . . . as it had been arranged, it was impossible for her to do so!Rosalie covered her face with a hand. ?My God,? she whispered, ?what a Fate! No escape. None . . .??No,? said Quentin complacently. ?No escape. None . . .?