Enslaved in Europe Ch. 08

Gretchen told her that I hadn't done anything bad enough to earn a punishment as severe as a pussy whipping that she'd only consent to it, if I volunteered.

"Seriously," I asked. "You're giving me a choice?"

Slaves normally didn't get a say in their own treatment, so I was understandably suspicious.

"You can refuse," Jacki replied, "but if you agree to let me whip you, I'll give you an orgasm. I can tell from your swollen pubic lips that you really, really want one. You probably haven't had one in a long time."

Both Jacki and Gretchen stared at my pubic lips as she said it. Both my inner lips and outer lips were visible and they were both swollen with blood.

"I haven't allowed her to have an orgasm all week," Gretchen replied. "She normally has one or two a day. And this week she's been kept naked, all day, every day. She must be gagging for it by now,"

Gretchen was right. I was desperate for some orgasmic relief. The sexual need in my clit nagged at me all the time, but I'd seen slaves at the punishment park get their pussies whipped. Actually, I'd helped ties a few of those slaves down before they got whipped. The way the slave girls screamed and thrashed against their bonds told me that it was much more painful than any punishment I'd endured so far.

"I'm sorry Mistress, but I just can't," I replied.

Jacki's mouth turned into a grim line and she advanced on me. She wasn't happy with my answer. "Kneel," she commanded.

I knelt and then she slapped me on the left, inner thigh. "Knees far apart," she barked. The she ordered me to lean my torso back. In this position my pussy was very exposed and on display. Jacki commented on how wet and open my pussy was right before she painfully pinched my labia.

Then she put her fingers up into me. Way up into me. I started to breathe heavily and bucked my hips. Her rough treatment of my pussy was just getting me more and more excited.

"Don't come," Jacki breathed into my ear. "You can't come unless you volunteer your pussy to be whipped. Remember that, little slave."

I whimpered. I was stuck with two very unpleasant choices. Either be sexually teased and manhandled without any hope of sexual release, or allow the delicate folds of my labia to be assaulted with a leather whip.

What would you choose?

Somehow I managed to maintain enough self control to keep saying "no" even though Jacki kept fingering my pussy and making me more and more sexually frustrated.

She pinched my labia again and again, making me whimper and squirm. Then she inserted two fingers deep inside of me and moved them around, probing every inch of me. She was forceful and insistent and I couldn't help but get more and more aroused as she explored my tight, wet hole with her fingers.

Soon I was bathed in sweat and panting as Jacki cruelly brought me to the edge of orgasm over and over, but slid her fingers out of my vaginal tunnel just as I was about to reach the point of no return. She appeared to be an expert on teasing me. I could only guess she'd done this sort of erotic torture to somebody before. She was too expert for this to be her first time.

Gretchen showed up with a cold, damp washcloth and wiped down my forehead. "Are you sure you don't want to change your mind?" she asked.

"Mistress, please," I begged. "I've seen slave girls at the Punishment Part get their pussies whipped. They scream and struggle against their bonds like it's the end of the world."

There were actual tears in my eyes as I said this. This sexual denial was torture, but to have my swollen, wet labia whipped with harsh, unforgiving pieces of leather was more than I could bear.

"Very we11," my mistress conceded. "Jacki, just keep doing what you're doing."

Tears slid down my face as Jacki stroked my sore, swollen clit and played with my swollen, aching nipples with the other. My body was so sensitive at this point everything she did just made me more and more aroused.

Jacki smirked at my predicament and said, "We need to have an official record of this". And so saying she abandoned me four about three minutes and went into another room. When she returned, she was carrying a digital camera and she proceeded to take one photo of me after another. I flinched and started to shrink back at the thought of my humiliating situation being forever immortalized for this stranger, however Gretchen ordered me kneel up straight and stick my tits out.

"If you ruin this girl's shot, you'll be punished for it right now!" Gretchen warned me.

So I lifted my chin and straightened my spine and thrust my tits out. Jacki immediately took more pictures.

"And spread your legs more," added Gretchen. "We want to see your wet, swollen pubic lips."

They were already very visible, but I spread my thighs even further and Jacki moved in obscenely close for more photos.

She gently caressed by nipples and made me moan as they ached and felt swollen and heavy. Jacki made certain to take many photos of my poor nipples as well, before ordering me to stand up.

Getting up wasn't easy, seeing as how my hands were tied behind my back, but I managed slowly, awkwardly while Jacki took more photos of me.

I was reeling from the extreme sensations that my body was going through and my breathing was labored. I was hoping for some sort of sympathy, but neither Jacki nor Gretchen was in the mood to be sympathetic.

Jacki handed her camera to Gretchen and Gretchen began to take pictures of my plight. Then Jacki pulled my naked body close to hers and in a husky voice ordered, "Kiss me slave."

It felt weird having my naked flesh pressed against her clothed body. It made me feel vulnerable and defenseless. And when she kissed me it was an open mouthed kiss with her tongue thrust deeply into my mouth, seeking out my own tongue and fondling it with hers.

I moaned into her mouth, getting more and more turned on. I squirmed, shifting my weight from one foot to another, until Gretchen ordered me to stop. When Jacki was finished kissing me she stepped to the side, smacked my already sore buttocks with her hand and ordered me to spread my thighs further apart.

"I went to a lot of effort getting your clit and pubic lips red and swollen," Jacki explained, "and I want to make sure everybody gets a good look!"

I followed her orders and spread my thighs apart so far it was almost comical. "That's better," Jacki conceded. "The next time you forget, I'm going to pinch your clit. Is that what you want?"

"No, Mistress," I said with labored panting. My clit was already swollen and throbbing and sore as hell. I'd do just about anything to keep from having it further abused. I resolved to keep my thighs far apart and my public lips well exposed.

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When we exited Jacki's home and stepped outside I was immediately impressed with how large the crowd had grown. Instead of a small handful of people, there were now at least fifty. Quite a few of them were on the sidewalk and Gretchen made certain to lead me past some of them in such a way that my naked flesh brushed against them as I walked past.

When we stopped beside the car I made certain to spread my legs far apart. I could feel all eyes from the crowd focusing on my wet, throbbing pussy. It was humiliating and degrading, but at least it kept Jacki from tormenting my swollen clit any worse than it had already been tormented.

A few of the braver members of the crowd pulled out cell phones and took pictures. I groaned at the indignity of it. Gretchen smacked my already sore ass six times in rapid succession and told me to be a "good girl" and not make noises like that.

"Yes, Mistress," I dutifully replied. Somebody in the crowd gasped.

Gretchen shoved my naked, sore ass into the back seat and Jacki got into the front. Jacki drove us to the airport and Gretchen held onto one of my thighs to make sure I kept my legs far apart. I was suffering severely with the heat of sexual denial and tears slid down my face, but I struggled not to moan or make any other sounds my mistress might disapprove of.

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Gretchen and Jacki hugged at the airport and Jacki took more pictures of my naked ass as Gretchen and I walked towards airport security. Slaves aren't allowed to check in the same way as normal people and a polite young woman in a uniform with a white starched dress shirt, black necktie, black visored cap, black stab vest, black dress pants and a belt with a dozen pounds of equipment offered to take me to the proper area for departing slaves.

"Just come with me, Love," the official-looking woman coaxed as she gently put her arm around me. "I'll get you where you need to go."

An odd thing, despite all the gear she had on her belt, the one and only thing I can remember was the handcuffs. Do you suppose that makes me obsessive about bondage?

As I was led away from Gretchen I noticed that airport employees and ticket holders alike were staring at me with open curiosity or lust (sometimes both) and I felt vulnerable and exposed.

"No dawdling" said the official looking woman. I had apparently stopped to stare in horror at the great mob of people who were ogling me. She then put a tight grip on my arm and added, "If I have to drag you, there's going to be trouble later."

I obediently got my feet moving and walked in the direction she indicated. I didn't know what she meant by "trouble", but from the threatening tone of her voice I guessed it would be something rather unpleasant.

I was led through a door labeled "Authorized Personnel Only" and down a hall. We passed several people dressed in uniforms identical to the one my escort was wearing. Apparently this area was inhabited by airport security.

I even noticed that their stab vests had the letters AAS stenciled across the front of them. Possibly AAS stood for Agency for Airport Security?

We finally came to a locked door. She took her hands off of me long enough to pull out a key and unlock the door. "If you run, I'm going to have to chase you," she said. "And I'm wearing about twenty pounds of gear. Do you know how upset I'm going to be if I have to chase you wearing twenty pounds of gear?"

The implied threat in her voice was obvious. At any rate, I was naked and my hands were still tied behind my back. Where was I going to run to?

"I won't run, Mistress. I promise."

"Good girl," she said, and she opened the door. She put her hand on small of my back and then she gently pushed me into the room.

The room was large and windowless and devoid of color. The walls were bare and the only furniture was a few uncomfortable looking wooden chairs and a battered wooden desk that looked to be more than thirty years old.

Then I noticed a naked male slave hanging by his wrists from the ceiling.

He was blonde and slender and looked to be about my age, and in addition to his nudity he had a ball gag strapped tightly into his mouth. His feet were dangling several inches above the floor and his body had been very thoroughly shaved. His nudity, his lack of body hair and the way his helpless bondage stretched the skin across the muscles of his torso and made his ribcage and abdominal muscles stick out made him seem extremely vulnerable and defenseless.

My chaperone pushed me closer to the naked slave and I also noticed his swollen cock and the pained expression on his young face. He looked rather frightened. Then, as I got even closer, I noticed that his face was streaked with tears. He apparently had been crying.

"Nicolas here has been a bad boy," my keeper explained. "He assumed that since his owner wasn't around that he didn't have to behave. He was disrespectful to the AAS. He flirted with our employees. He tried to chat them up. He even tried to kiss me."

At this point, my keeper smacked Nicolas's exposed, vulnerable buttocks with her hand and there was a loud impact which echoed throughout the large room. Nicholas attempted to scream though his gag, but succeeded only in making muffled mewling noises.

Upon closer inspection I noticed that Nicolas's buttocks were already quite red.

"Nicholas has missed his flight home and now he'll have to take a later flight...after we're done punishing him. Do you understand that we can do the same thing to any slave? For instance, if you, Diane were to misbehave the AAD could make you miss your flight home and keep you here at the airport until you've been properly punished?"

"Yes, Mistress," I replied, feeling quite apprehensive. "I'll behave." I really didn't want to stay in Sessia any longer than I had to. And I especially didn't want to be hanging from the ceiling like this naked boy and punished by members of airport security.

My keeper positioned me about five feet in front of the bound slave and looked into my eyes and said, "Nicholas has been given a drug which makes it impossible to ejaculate. We could play with his swollen cock for hours and he'd still be unable to have an orgasm. That's going to be his punishment. We're going to tease him for hours and hours, but he won't be allowed any relief. He's going to be quite miserable before we set him free. Understand?"

"Yes, Mistress," I replied nervously, hoping that the same fate didn't await me.

Then without warning, she took my face in her hands and kissed me on the mouth. It was a long, lingering kiss and I was dimly aware of the sound of the male slave moaning a short distance away.

"Did you like that, Slave boy?" my chaperone asked. "Do you like watching two girls kiss?"

It apparently aroused him. He was making frustrated noises from behind his gag and his swollen cock twitched slightly. He closed his eyes tightly and then my keeper snapped, "Open your eyes, Slave boy or I can make your punishment even worse!" Nicholas opened his eyes and I saw a miserable, defeated look on his face just before my overseer placed her mouth on mine again and kissed me with even more passion. Soon all three of us were moaning.

I rather enjoyed the sensation of this woman's lips and tongue, however it got even more intense as she took her left hand and gently touched two fingers to my right breast. She gently dragged her fingers across the skin, causing tingles to run through my breast and upper body. "Ugh uh uhh," I said, making inarticulate noises while my naked body craved more contact with her hands.

Then she raised up her right hand and she fondled both of my breasts simultaneously. The naked and helpless slave boy made frustrated sounds through his gag, sexually aroused, but unable to do anything about it.

"Oh, Mistress," I moaned, as I got more and more aroused. And then she began to roll my swollen areola and nipples between her fingers...gently at first, but gradually using more and more pressure. My nipples throbbed and ached and tingled and I moaned and gasped as these sensations radiated though my body, causing me intense need.

"Do you like that?" my overseer whispered as she drove me into greater and greater sexual heat.

"Oh, yes," I whispered back, barely capable of speech anymore. My chest felt heavy and my throat felt tight and I was hot and feverish all over.

"Nicholas has been a bad boy," she informed me, "and you've been a good girl. Since you've been good, don't you think that you should be allowed to have an orgasm while he's forced to go without?"

I didn't need to be asked twice. "Yes, Mistress," I responded breathlessly," I think that would be fair.

My keeper laughed at that. "Yes, that would be fair," she agreed. "And of course, we'll have to make him watch."

Nicholas whimpered and squirmed in his bondage and I was somewhat humiliated at the idea of a man seeing my in one of my most intimate moments, but I really, desperately needed sexual release. If having this bound slave boy watch was the price I had to pay I was more than ready to pay it.

My keeper untied me and gave me a few seconds to massage my sore wrists. The rope burns were pretty deep and would probably still be visible when I was on the plane ride back to America.

"We're going to do a body cavity search," the authoritative woman said. "But first I need you to help me move this desk closer to Nicholas." The desk was heavy and not at all easy to push across the floor, but I strained and pushed and with much effort managed to finally get it where my stern overseer wanted it.

I was rewarded with a "good girl," and then ordered to climb up onto the desk on my hands and knees.

Once I was obediently in position, with my thighs far apart and my pussy very much on view, my authoritarian keeper snapped on some latex gloves and got out a bottle of lubricant.

"She has a very cute ass, doesn't she, Nicholas?" my keeper asked in a mocking tone of voice. "So firm and tiny...and her asshole is looks so tight."

My face was probably red with humiliation at the thought of this slave boy getting a good view of my exposed (and freshly waxed) anus, but as a slave there was nothing I could do to stop the degrading way that I was being treated.

Then I felt a cold glob of lubricant being dripped between my cheeks and sliding slowly down to my exposed, defenseless anus. I had just a few seconds to register how uncomfortable this cold gel was against my hot skin before I felt a finger rudely thrust into my tight sphincter and then suddenly a stranger's finger was deep inside of me.

If it was just a body cavity search it would have been over quickly, however my keeper was putting on quite a show for her naughty slave body and she kept the finger inside of me and wriggled it around, making me moan and make noises of helpless distress.

The bound slave boy made noises too, but his were muffled by the ball gag in his mouth.

After several minutes of making us both suffer, my tormentor ripped off her soiled latex glove and put on a fresh one.

"Okay, Slave girl" she said, "up you get." And once I was standing she ordered me to stand on the desk with my legs far apart.

"This way your pussy will be more on eye level for our naughty slave boy," my tormentor explained.

My face felt hot as I looked the naked slave in the eye and realized how turned on he was at seeing my naked body.

"Now spread your legs well apart and place your hands behind the back of your neck. I want all of your naughty bits well exposed for this," she said. Of course I obeyed. I was a slave and I knew what happened to slaves that didn't follow orders.

Before she even touched me my clit was swollen and sensitive and hard. It had pushed past its hood and stood erect and throbbing with excitement. I could feel my wetness, and I knew that the male slave could see how wet and aroused I was. I again felt embarrassed and ashamed and violated and vulnerable in front of this slave and prayed for this humiliation to end quickly.

Of course my tormentor had different ideas. First she slid her fingers gently across the smooth skin of my thighs, making me insane with anticipation. Her hands gently crept closer and closer to my swollen, sensitive pussy lips, but would always drift away just before physical contact was made. My breathing became labored and ragged and my nipples ached as my breasts rose and fell with each breath and I wondered how much more of this I could take.

Then finally this woman touched my pussy. At first she gently grabbed my swollen labia and spread them apart, giving herself and the sexually aroused slave boy a good long look at the most intimate part of my anatomy. Then she roughly shoved two fingers inside of me, causing me to gasp and squirm. My vaginal muscles automatically tightened around her fingers and I let out a scream as my orgasm almost instantly started to rip through my naked, defenseless body.

My tormentor kept shouting at me to maintain my posture. "Keep your chin up! Keep your elbows back! Keep your spine straight!" But one orgasm after another was ripping though my body as she continued to thrust her fingers into me again and again. Wave after orgasmic wave swept through my body and I was being swept along like a grain of sand being swept along by a massive tidal wave. I had no control over what was going to happen to me.