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Subject: Under Control, part thirty-seven
Date: Wed, 13 Dec 2006 20:32:22 +0000
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Story:- Under Control. Copyright: Victor Bruno.
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Under Control
by Victor Bruno
part thirty-seven
Her hand went down and a look of lechery dawned on her face as
she began to manipulate her clitoris. Paul did the same but, of
course, got no pleasure from doing so. He had to simulate
pleasure as he worked his fingers on himself.
Soon the other girl's haunches were jerking and she was panting
and gasping happily. Paul tried to imitate her as best he
could... watching enviously as the girl came to orgasm. He
didn't think he'd ever felt so furiously frustrated in his
life.
"Oh.... that was good...." said Betty, slumping down. "I must
say, I quite fancy the look of you. And it really turned me on
to watch you come."
"Thank you..." said Paul, trying to look as if he had just had
an orgasm too.
"Christ, isn't it terrible... that's the only pleasure we can
possibly get in this place. Playing with yourself. Unless you
have to service one of the women guests. That's not too bad at
all if she's not an absolute bitch. It's being fucked I hate.
Oh God... how I hate that. Have you been fucked often? I mean, I
haven't seen you around much. Are you new?"
"Fairly," answered Paul. "New here. But I've been a slave for
some time. My mistress brought me here. She's staying with Mrs.
Dupont."
"That Gloria van Meer? She looks a tough one, I don't envy
you."
"She is tough," nodded Paul. He found it somehow a great
comfort to talk to this girl on equal terms. "But as to being
fucked, the answer is no."
"You've not been on a labour squad before then?" concluded
Betty.
Paul shook his head.
"It ain't funny," said Betty sprawling down.
Paul had only to look at the stripes across her hindquarters to
realise that.
Silence reigned for quite a while. All the other girls seemed to
be dozing. Paul tried to compose his mind, but it was not easy.
He felt terribly wide awake.
Suddenly there was the sound of the key in the door.
Automatically his nerves flared. One never knew. Two weeping
girls were led in on collar and chain by an overseer. By the
look of them, they had just come from the Punishment Room.
"Jesus," said the overseer, "this place is getting overcrowded.
Still no matter...."
She took one of the girls over to where Betty was lying and
fastened her to the same ringbolt. Thus the girls had to share a
plank between them. Then the overseer came across to Paul and the
other girl was fastened to his ringbolt.
He found a lushly naked young body crushed to his... and the
lust surged fiercely through him. Oh... if only he were a man
again!
The door slammed and was locked. Paul gently clasped the weeping
girl in his arms, consoling her as one girl might another, yet
loving the feel of her breasts on his.
"Try not to cry," he whispered.
"Oh... oh God..." she sobbed, "after all I've had today.. to...
to do that..."
"What did you get?" he asked.
"Eighteen from the tawse," answered the girl, "just... just
because I fainted in the heat... oh... oh... I can't stand
it..."
"Shush..." said Paul comfortingly. "That sort of talk only
makes matters worse."
Very gently he laid the palm of his hand on the girl's bottom.
It was burning hot... and she winced even under his soft touch.
"You're very kind," said the girl, snuggling closer to him.
"Most of the others don't give a damn. As long as it's not them
that's getting it."
"I know," said Paul, "but I'm afraid it's quite understandable
under the circumstances."
Slowly the girl's sobs ceased and Paul clasped her to his body
almost reverently. You're one of the girls now, he told himself.
Truly one of them.
Over his shoulder he caught sight of Betty and the girl who had
been locked to her ringbolt. They were frantically rubbing
themselves together.
A pity, thought Paul that such relief is denied me!
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