Naked island | Women's Prison 14 | crop bdsm stories

The panties were small, black and had been adapted. Made of shiny PVC material on the outside they had a cotton gusset with a special addition.

Jenny positively shuddered where she stood as Marie adjusted them at the front. A thick and firm spongy pad had been stitched to the inside of the panties it was oblong down the length of Jenny’s labia but with a tapering slit to trap her erect clitoris. The sensations it produced were wild beyond belief, a constant pressure on the sides of her clitoris that pinched hard to stimulate her further.

“Now walk,” Marie commanded.

The breath was knocked from Jenny by the strength of the feelings it produced. The hard sorbo pad gripped and rubbed as she walked, massaging her whole clitoris to send electric sparks of divine pleasure rushing through her. She turned and strode confidently back to where Marie stood grinning.

“Simply delightful isn’t it?”

“Marvellous! Out of this world,” Jenny replied enthusiastically.

Marie sighed heavily.

“Bend over girl and touch your toes - you will not forget to use my title.”

So engrossed in her own pleasure Jenny had been the using Marie’s title had simply not occurred to her, but she wasn’t at all bothered - rather pleased in fact.

The first lash of the wide strap as she bent low stung across the padded gusset of her panties. Jenny almost fainted as the sudden surge of blissful feelings swept through her. The sting pain was a side issue to the sweet and warming sensations her clitoris was receiving.

Eight lashes she received, all hard and all well aimed - then she came. Jenny gripped the backs of her knees and pulled her head toward her knees, biting her lip as the pumping sensations rushed through her.

“Stand,” Marie ordered instantly.

Jenny wanted to remain as she was and wallow the exquisite feelings but she complied and stood upright again. Without a second to compose herself Marie barked another command, that she should again walk.

The sensations now were amplified; the teasing little spears of her orgasm not yet fully subsided combined with a new terrific surge of wonderful sensation. Her head felt light and disorientated, she stumbled a little as she walked. Her knees felt weak and she was turning to jelly as she twitched in little convulsions.

It hit her at once, her head threw back like a wolf and she howled her delight to the small room. As long and meaningful wail of deep and intense sexual pleasure. Jenny knees buckled, she slumped forward onto all fours, her mouth open and her body still jerking in little spasms of delight.

Six lashes of the strap stung her presented backside as she twitched and bucked in orgasm, the lashing strap a welcome addition to her pounding pleasure and excitement.

“Thank you mistress Marie - thank you,” she murmured gratefully and breathlessly as the last great surge of orgasm tugged at her insides.

The door opened at last and Pauline roused her aching body, still suspended her need had not lessened one bit and her hard clitoris simply throbbed its need to taunt her.

“Learning bitch?” the governor’s voice boomed within the confines of the small room.

Pauline groaned, the satisfaction she needed and had tuned her mind to it being Mandy that would bring her final relief but a good warm cock seemed a far better prospect.

He stood over her, in his hand a small towel wrapped around something else; he was naked and hard, his thick cock jutting out proud and ready.

The governor moved around to kneel by her backside; bent back as she was with her knees over her head she was completely exposed.

She grunted and shivered as the blunt end of the pencil pushed up into her anus. Pauline sucked in air as she coped with the flood of sensation that at last washed through her. Her clitoris jerked in involuntary spasm as he moved the thin pencil in and out of her body.

“Five and half hour Mandy tells me you have been here - what do you feel?”

“Oh God please - let me come!”

He laughed aloud and rotated the pencil inside her to bring a series of deep and meaningful groans from the young girl.

“You are indeed learning my little slut,” he chortled in delight.

Pauline grunted as the pencil was pulled swiftly out of her; the tingling feelings remained in her anus for long afterwards.

With her thighs pulled tightly together as they were, he had difficulty pushing his cock between her closed labia but after several attempts he pushed fully into her and remained stationary as he knelt there.

“Please!” Pauline whimpered pleadingly. “Please finish me.”

He was thoroughly enjoying himself, revelling in her discomfort and her desperate need; his movements were slow and unhurried because of that. Gripping the small towel in both hands he stretched it tightly and laid it across her hard clitoris. His cock fully up inside her now tighter pussy he began to draw the rough towel back and forth across her hard bud.

Pauline screamed and then mewed, the wonderful feel of the rough towel made her internal muscles contract to grip tightly around his cock deep inside her.

He built a rhythm; pulling the towel once and waited whist his cock was gripped and released before dragging it back the other way to receive yet another set of warm and wet sensations. Faster he increased his rubbing and faster her muscles gripped and released to milk his cock and to encourage that wonderful warm wash of thick sperm into her.

She was begging now, pleading and calling to him to increase the pressure on her clitoris, the sensations were marvellous but she needed more. Grunting and panting, her eyes rolled in their sockets; her mouth hung open and called again to him for her final pleasure.

He threw the towel aside and gripped her hard bud with thumb and finger, pinching hard and pulling it away from her body.

Pauline screamed a deep and throaty wail that resounded around the small room. With one great final grip of her muscles around his cock she shuddered and came to orgasm.

Gripping and jerking her body movements brought him off, Pauline felt the spurts of his thick seed jetting up inside her and then she slipped into a dark warm world of sheer and long awaited bliss.

The long wooden bench on the veranda had a sculptured cock carved in wood sticking up from the centre. Her panties now removed Jenny hovered over the thick wooden phallus and lowered herself slowly onto the huge wooden spike.

Hard and long it filled her moist pussy completely and Jenny sighed contentedly as her weight now sat fully on the bench with the cock up inside her.

“We now learn how stimulating it can be to have our breasts soundly thrashed, hands behind your back girl and sit up straight,” Marie announced casually as she readied the short leather strap.

Jenny was fearful, her breasts were tender at the best of times and a thrashing on them didn’t appeal to her one bit. She sat as was required, her back arched and her breasts pushed out. She bit her lip and steeled herself for the pain to come.

Hot tearing pokers of flame forced searing agony to her nipples as the leather strap landed across both her breasts at the same time. Jenny uttered a small cry of shocked surprise at the intensity of the pain.

Her body tensing and her internal muscles flexing around the hard wooden phallus up inside her to produce a wonderful, mix of extreme pain and welcome pleasure.

Overhead and downward the second stroke stung at the top of her breasts. Then again and again, relentless and regular the tearing agony and bliss continued to tease and confuse her body and brains senses. By the eighth stroke the warming glow in Jenny’s breasts replaced any pain. She felt alive with heady sexual pounding and welcomed the next harsh lash of the strap on her tender orbs.

At the fifteenth stroke Jenny cried out as her orgasm rushed through her. Her slim thighs gripped instinctively at the sides of the bench and her whole body trembled as the torrent of sweet sensations tore at her insides.

This, she thought, at the hands of the mistress Marie was far, far better than even the things the governor had taught her.

The sessions over the next few days were devoted to deportment. Standing and bending with grace and sensuality, moving always with chin level and eyes constantly searching and inducing. How to best to move her lips as she spoke and more walking, something by now Jenny was really enjoying; particularly with the adapted panties to keep her in a constant state of arousal. Hands, the erotic use of them, simply handling everyday items and performing routine tasks, every aspect was filled with sexual connotation.

During those two weeks Jenny applied herself readily, practising when alone in order to perfect the new techniques that she was gradually being introduced to. The thought of having her nipples pierced had filled her with horror when she had first been told, but the little gold rings now seemed a natural decoration to her body. She tugged and played with them often, adjusting to the feel of them being used to guide her around. Even the shaving of her pussy had filled her with uncertainty but now, the wonderful smooth feel of her mound and lips as she cupped and stroked her pussy seemed to excite her in its very nakedness.

It was a very different Jenny that now sat on the veranda taking the sun as she looked out over the sea.

A more confident and sexually aware woman that could take control of any man and make him suffer in a thousand different ways. One that could accept punishment and pain yet was capable of delivering the same with devastating effect. She looked forward very much now to putting into practice all of Mistress Marie’s teachings.

The commandant was furious, he had made the trip to the Island of Women specially to confront the governor. He paced back and forth in front of the governor’s desk, seething and fighting to control his anger.

“The island was my idea, I worked to construct the operation there and it should remain my domain!”

The governor slouched back in his big leather chair, a hideous grin on his face as he revelled in having defeated the commandant.

“My dear Enzo, I share my dealing here with you and it is only right...”

The commandant whirled around and placed his hands firmly on the desk to lean threateningly across toward the governor. His voice was loud and filled with bitterness.

“Not!” he stated firmly. “As part of my promotion within the circle.”

The governor managed to conceal his delight; he had used his position within the circle to outwit the chief of police and to gain extra prestige for himself.

“Your promotion is assured though because of it.”

The commandant straightened, his eyes blazing pure hatred.

“And so too is yours! I welcomed you to my own island, I shared the delights there with you and you deceived me as a reward!”

The governor stood, his expression serious and menacing. He was shaking with fury at the way the commandant was speaking to him.

“You forget commandant,” he almost shouted. “That I out-rank you in the Circle of Friends!”

The commandant walked to the door and paused with his hand on the doorknob.

“Within the circle yes - for the present - but outside - I out-rank you and will not forget your double-dealing!”

The door slammed loudly to leave the governor in total silence.

Mistress Marie sat on the edge of the small desk in the study of the seaside villa. She wore a tight-fitting Basque in shiny leather that pinched her waist to a painful narrowness. Her black, nylon-coated thigh raise lazily with her booted foot resting on the top to part her thighs temptingly. She was aware of the governor’s frequent hungry glances at her thinly covered pussy.

“Is she responding?” the governor asked, his voice cracking slightly as his excitement grew, his eyes roaming over the slender shape of the lovely Marie.

“Better than that,” Marie smiled broadly as she responded. “She’s a natural and is from this moment totally ready.”

The governor’s eyes shot up to Marie’s face, searching her expression for signs of jest - there were none.

“But how? She can’t be - not so soon!”

“A very willing and able student, mostly I like the slower ones, it gives me more time to - shall we say -

get to know them intimately but this one was a pleasure indeed in her responsiveness.”

The governor fell thoughtfully silent.

Marie’s long delicate finger pressed the buzzer on the desk and almost immediately the door opened and Jenny entered.

The governor’s expression was one that usually would only precede a coronary attack. His eyes locked wide and his mouth hung open disbelief.

Pauline had packed her cases as instructed and was stepping onto the little launch that would take her to wherever it was that they had selected for her intended destination. She was sad in a way to leave the island but felt more secure that the governor had returned and taken control of her once more. His velvety voice with that coaxing tone had explained that she was being moved to ‘more pleasant surrounding as reward for her response in training’ - that had pleased her very much. His added comment that she would have regular contact with Jenny pleased even more so although quite in what form he hadn’t said.

Dressed in a light summer dress that flipped up in the breeze to give the accompanying guards frequent flashes of her upper thighs and panties, Pauline stood erect as the launch moved off. I felt good to see the outside world once again and to be dressed in near-normal clothing. She thought again as the little boat bounced across the waves that she couldn’t remain here for ever; nice though the sex was she needed to combine her new-found experiences with that of her older life and thereby gain the best of both worlds.

Over the weeks she had asked herself the question many times, tussling with the pros and the cons and had arrived at a final decision. Her mind then turned to thoughts of escape, whatever Jenny wanted to do was fine by her but she needed out and was determined to effect her escape - whatever it too to achieve it.

Jenny stood proud and confident with her hands on her hips, the long black riding crop dangling from the loop around her right wrist.

Her jet-black hair lacquered to shape it against her face; the makeup applied with care and precisely to Marie’s original instructions, the glossy red lips looking so soft and inviting. The velvet collar and the high boots gave her a stunning yet stern appearance. Her slender body was covered in a clinging black leather suit that hugged closely to every contour of her shapely body.

She positively throbbed with excitement, her moist pussy gripping in delightful little spasms and her naked body within the warm confines of the suit perspiring to wet her completely.

As Marie had prompted her earlier, Jenny strode confidently and purposefully over to the desk to stand close to the gaping governor. She raised the crop and brought down hard on the surface of the desk to make me start in surprise

“Strip off you worthless little shit!” Jenny commanded, her voice thick with arousal and command.

The governor stood instantly, his cock hard and pressing against his trousers to show a selling bulge at his excitement. He stripped rapidly, pulling at his tie and shirt at the same time in an effort to comply with the black-haired goddess’s wishes.

Jenny moved around the desk, lifting and weighing his cock with the tip of the riding crop.

“Pathetic,” she sneered in derision and flipped the crop up to bounce his stiff cock painfully. “Kiss my feet you snivelling little bastard.”

He dropped instantly to his knees, his lips planting many kisses in quick succession over the shiny toes of her boots.

She raised the crop and brought it down had on his presented backside, a savage and stinging lash that made him cry out. Twice more the crop stung him before she paused and lowered the crop.

“What are you? She almost sang in a mocking tone.

“Worthless - I’m worthless,” he stammered in both fear and high excitement.

He screamed as the lash stung across his naked back to raise a red welt on his pale flesh.

“Mistress!” Jenny screamed back. “You will address me as mistress!”

He grovelled his apologises as he kissed her feet, the tall slender beauty towering over his cowering body.

“Kneel,” her voice commanded. “On the desk - now!”

He scrambled in his urgency, brushing the stationary items aside with a sweep of his arm and knelt on top of the desk on all fours.

Jenny circled the desk menacingly; Marie had discretely retired to a chair in the corner to watch the scene unfolding.

Her voice lowered to a soft a coaxing tone filled with sexual enticement.

“You like to be mistreated - don’t you?”

“Yes mistress,” he mumbled fearfully, his eyes roaming her neat backside as the cheeks wiggled within the tight leather covering.

She reached the far end of the desk and rested the crop across the back of his thighs; the centre of the cane just pressing against his ball-sac as it hung below him.

He whimpered at the thought of her intentions and drew breath, steeling himself in readiness as he felt the crop move away from his body.

Jenny almost came as she lashed the crop across his body; the way he jerked violently as the crop stung his balls thrilled her immensely. She lashed again and then again, delighting in his wailing screams and the way his cock jerked with each impact. She was hot and excited, swinging the crop with must relish and pumping sexual excitement. After the eighth lash she paused again, panting hard and breathing deeply to try to stem her rising orgasm and to prolong the bliss she was experiencing. Her left hand slipped under his body to grip his twitching cock, the long red fingernails biting deep into the shaft.

He grunted and bit his lip as the waves of excruciating pain rippled through him. The arm, soft touch of her delicate hand combined with the searing pain of her nails brought him close to his climax. Such excitement and high level of thrill he hadn’t had in a long time, she was wonderful and he told her so.

Jenny dropped the crop and walked slowly around to stand by his head.

“Up on your knees now - boy,” she sneered.

He complied instantly, his erect cock quivering close to her breasts.

With her slim delicate fingers jenny pulled the zip of her suit down to the waist and peeled back the top halves of her suit to reveal her wet swelling breasts.

He groaned aloud as the firm glistening orbs came into view, his cock twitching involuntarily in reaction.

Jenny gripped his cock and rubbed the head into her wet cleavage, trapping it between the soft rounded orbs of flesh.

He came instantly, his thick warm seed spurting out in thick globules to coat her chest and throat before trickling down her warm wet valley and inside the suit itself.

“Aaahh!” Jenny moaned as he came, the thrill and the feel of him, the pumping excitement and the situation she had commanded brought her to her own climax. Gripping his cock hard and pressing it to her naked breasts she trembled and shook as the pounding waves of ecstasy rushed through her. With her head back, eyes closed and mouth open, her other hand massaged his thick cream all over and around her wet breasts.

Once recovered, Jenny struggled but eventually managed to peel the clinging suit from her body, her moisture creating a vacuum that seemed at times unbreakable. She stood now naked except for her velvet collar and her high-heeled boots; her slender body glistened with droplets of her moisture that reflected the light. She walked slowly and sexily over to where Marie sat watching and stood close before her instructor, offering herself blatantly for the older woman’s pleasure.

“I need to thank you,” her throaty voice said in a low and sensual tone.

Marie’s hand extended to stroke at the top of Jenny’s firm wet thigh, running down and slipping easily over the wet flesh. Both her hands held Jenny’s hips lovingly as she drew the girl’s body towards her and lowered her head until the lips of her mouth contacted with the wet puffy lips of Jenny’s pussy.

The very moment Pauline stepped off the ferry and onto the jetty, she broke and ran, her thighs pumping fast to drive her legs in her rush towards the woods. Once there she crashed through the undergrowth, sweeping the overhanging branches aside as panic rose within her. Leaping and weaving she ran on, twisting and turning in her route so as to evade the chasing guards she fled in blind panic.

For many minutes she ran as fast as she could, slowing only as the burning in her chest made breathing almost impossible. She slowed to a walk now, her hands on her hips as she gulped in air to feed her starved lungs, it heartened her that she could hear no sounds of her pursuers - perhaps she had lost them, she thought.

Her flimsy cotton dress was torn in many places, her hair matted with little twigs and bits of leaves, she felt a mess but elated none the less and walked on renewed in spirit. Those feelings and her confidence grew as an hour passed and still there was no indication that she was being followed. Visions of her back in her home town in England came to her, images of the men she once knew and how hey would react when she practised her new-found sexual skills on them.

As she brushed a leafy branch aside and stepped through Pauline’s heart sank. Sea and beach confronted her and the realisation hit her that she was after all - on yet another island. She sank to her knees, head down and began sobbing loudly, her shoulders shaking as the racking disappointment flooded through her. So wrapped up in her own misery was she that it was a few moments before she became aware of someone close to her. Her head jerked up and her heart sank further as she saw the grinning face of the commandant as he sat proud and erect astride the big black stallion.

Two guards moved out of the bushes and lifted her to her feet; they ripped her flimsy dress from her and tied her hands together in front of her. Pauline’s bra and panties followed to leave her naked before them.

The commandant shifted his position in the saddle as he towered high over her dwarfing her slight frame.

“You have a choice my little slut,” he sneered. “You may run once again with a half-hour start or you may be the guest of honour with the guards for tonight - which will it be?”

Pauline looked up at him in disbelief.

“It’s a bloody island - what chance do I stand?”

The commandant roared with laughter at her remark, his obvious enjoyment continuing for many moments before he spoke again.

“You prefer the guards then?”

Pauline sighed heavily.

“And if I run and manage to evade you?”

His interest was roused; he resumed his upright sitting position.

“If you are able to evade capture for more than four hours after the start you will dine with me tonight and receive the very best of treatment during your stay here.”

Unconvinced Pauline regarded him with suspicion.

“Your treatment - should you fail - would be, shall we say, the lesser of the two options. And,” he paused for effect. “I like nothing better than a good hunt before dinner.”

He looked at his watch and raised his arm.

“Are we agreed?”

Pauline shrugged and looked around her.

“Okay - though I have little choice.”

He laughed again. “How right you are slut.”

The commandant dropped his arm in signal and Pauline began to run again with a new and more desperate determination.

Throughout the flight to Naples Jenny had wriggled her backside and shifted her position; the adapted panties she had chosen to wear and the effect they were having on her were dramatic. The governor sat beside her blissfully unaware of her high state of sexual arousal, his eyes closed and resting back in his seat. She thought back to his delight with her progress in training and the session she had given him.

Jenny wasn’t afraid of him now; he was more a companion to share her sexual interests with. She now knew his weakness and she had the equipment to be able to take best advantage of it and to lead her life the way she wanted. She too had a secret that the governor knew nothing of, but soon that would change - very soon indeed.

She stifled a gasp as the plane touched down to send shock waves jolting through her, as it bounced on the runway the panties gripped around her clitoris to almost bring her to orgasm. The middle-aged woman sitting beside her scowled disapprovingly as though she understood what the young girl was experiencing.

The moment Jenny and the governor entered the arrivals lounge they were arrested. Three men in grey coloured uniforms approached from different directions and stood close to block any escape.

“This is ridiculous!” the governor protested as they were led into the police offices and their baggage dumped on the floor beside them. “I’m a prison governor...”

“Silence!” the stern looking man behind the desk shouted as he ran his eyes greedily up and down Jenny’s body. “Body searches,” he announced to the attending guards and with a wave of his hand indicated that the governor should be led out to another room.

Once alone with Jenny, the man stood and walked slowly around the desk, his eyes never leaving her slim body as she stood smiling before him.

“Your friend the commandant indicated that you would be appreciative,” he suggested allowing his words to tail off so that his statement required an answer.

Jenny smiled and rested back against the wall, she lifted the hem of her small skirt and pulled it up around her waist.

Crashing through the bushes in a frantic rush, Pauline paused to check her watch; five minutes left before the hunt for her would start. Her naked body glistened in sweat; tiny red scratches covered her forearms and shoulders where the twigs and branches had torn at her flesh. With her hands bound before her she could do little other than seek a place of refuge and they would surely know them all. Urgently she tried to think of the best option for her, the sea would be tot obvious, even squatting down in the waves she might be seen and to remain there for four hours simply wasn’t practical.

Moments passed rapidly as she tried to decide, gulping in air to feed her starved lungs, the thought of being given to the guards spurring her to be a devious as possible. Again she checked her watch, the hunt had already started and time now was short, on horseback the commandant could reach her in minutes.

Pauline selected the tree, reached up to the lowest branch and grasped it to swing her legs up and wrap them around the thick bough. After much struggling and grazing of her skin she managed to gain a siting position astride the thick wooden branch and began edging her way out into the covering foliage.

“Humiliating!” the governor uttered angrily for the umpteenth time in the back of the limousine as it sped through the streets of Naples. “I know who is responsible for this!”

Jenny tried hard not to smile; his descriptions of the internal search he had suffered at the airport had made her almost giggle. The better thought was that whilst he was enduring his indignity she was getting a good and welcome stiff cock up inside her to sate the burning need she had harboured throughout the journey. The man had been rough and urgent in his lovemaking, crushing her back against the wall as he pumped into her with a desperate fury. She had come, a wonderful and draining orgasm that had delighted her in its opportunism.

When the commandant had first contacted her with the proposal she had been wary but she also knew of the dislike that existed between he and the governor. When it came to her own welfare and progress within the circle she had to opt for the best available option and had done exactly that. Once the commandant had gained his promotion within the ‘Circle of Friends’ he would remember her support and forward her at each opportunity onto greater things. Pauline’s well-being and transfer being part of the deal she had struck. Her friend would now be living as a live-in housekeeper to the commandant on his own island, free of abuse and away from the guards and the mistreatment they offered. Jenny was content with her deal an awaited the governor’s downfall with great interest.

The car turned and swept majestically under a large archway that led into a huge and ornate courtyard.

The guards at the gate saluting as the car sped through and drew to a halt.

For less than fifteen minutes Pauline had been in the tree before she heard noises in the bushes that signalled her pursuers approach. The insides of her upper thighs and her pussy were sore from the rubbing against the rough bark as she had sidled her way out along the branch; she sat silently hardly daring to breath lest she be discovered. Pauline lowered her body to rest her chest along the thick branch and to lower her profile.

Two guards on foot were searching the bushes off to her left; the commandant could be seen riding closer looking all around him in hope that he could sight her.

“Okay - back to the start point and then search the trees,” he heard the commandant voice boom out in the still air.

She waited, a full five minutes before daring to look, lying there until the sounds of the guards had moved off into the distance. She had to change location and fast, if it had taken them fifteen minutes to come to this point them searching the trees as they went would take even less. The need for speed was foremost in her mind and Pauline rolled her body around to slide off the branch and drop to the ground below. She fell heavily, on her feet but the impact sent her sprawling onto her side in the dry and dusty soil.

“Hard luck slut!” The commandant’s voice mocked aloud.

Pauline looked up in shocked surprise to see that he after all hadn’t moved with the guards when they had gone - the bastard had known all along.”

Deflated and broken Pauline struggled to her feet and walked to stand close to the grinning commandant. His manner annoyed her, gloating and victorious, it roused her hatred instantly and her resolve. With both her hands tied in front of her as they were, Pauline clenched her fists and swung with all her might at the side of the stallion’s head. The great animal reared in shock and threw the commandant heavily to the ground.

Pauline broke and ran running through the bushes in a crazed and haphazard fashion, escape her only thought.

The commandant scrambled to his feet and regained the reigns of the horse. He stood smiling as he looked in the direction Pauline had run; he threw his head back and laughed aloud.

“So! The hunt is on for real now.”

He swung himself up into the saddle and spurred the horse forward, his cock pumping hard in the excitement of the chase to come.

In the ornately decorated and furnished bedroom, Jenny had changed and made-up her face. She wore tight leather Basque that pinched her waist to an almost painful thin width; her breasts lodged on the top of the platforms that served as cups, her ringed nipples fully displayed. The adapted panties were fitted snugly across her mons and puling harshly into the crease of her firm buttocks. The high-heeled boots completed her outfit and her pussy throbbed at the prospect of meeting his ‘Circle of Friends’. She checked her appearance one final time and strode confidently down to the floor below where they were waiting.

Jenny pushed the huge mahogany doors open, preparing herself for the delighted reaction she would undoubtedly receive from the hungry men inside.

The instant she stepped in she was grabbed by the arms, one man on either side of her who had been standing back from the door. Her arms were pulled out straight and up behind her to bend her body forwards, a strong hand clamped on the back of her neck to ensure her head was kept down. In a blurring scurry, Jenny was propelled forwards at a confusing pace and then forced to kneel with her arms held firmly out behind her.

“Nice looking slut,” the cultured voice stated in a polished English accent.

Her hair was gripped roughly and her head pulled back for her to look up.

The governor and another man, tall but over-weight, stood naked looking down at her. It was the governor that spoke first.

“You thought you could deceive me once again in your pact with the commandant.”

Jenny groaned aloud, this she hadn’t expected. Just how the hell he knew she didn’t know.

The governor grinned broadly.

“And in case you wish once again to complain to the British ambassador then do so, he his listening.”

The over-weight man laughed loudly.

“But my dear,” he mocked. “You are at this very moment safe in the British Embassy itself.”

All present, except Jenny, found his remark highly amusing, the mirth continued for many minutes at her expense before his tone became serious once again.

“Take her away,” he snapped and dismissed her with a wave of his hand.

He was close behind her now, the great horse crashing through the undergrowth in pursuit. Panic filled her; Pauline broke to the left for a moment, dodging through a dense thicket before weaving then to the right. Her heart was pounding in her chest sweat coated her naked and scratched body, she was close to tears. The ground opened up now to a large clearing, she had no alternative but to make a dash across the open ground to the next part of the woods on the other side.

Pumping her tired thighs as fast as she could Pauline sprinted across the clearing, the rhythmic panting of the horse close behind and to her side. She yelped as the riding crop struck across her shoulder and turned to the right to avoid him.

An expert horseman, the commandant steered the horse to follow; leaning out of the saddle he aimed another savage blow at her giggling buttocks. He was hard, the naked beauty running in desperate flight, the excitement of the chase and the final capture all combined to make this his favourite past time. Again he lashed out to catch Pauline a stinging blow across the small of her back, delighting in her pained yelp.

She was almost at the woods now, a few more yards and again she would have the advantage the thick undergrowth slowing the horse’s progress. A frantic glance at her watch showed that he had just over two hours to go, if she could loose him now, she had a chance.

The length of rope whipped over her head and down around her upper body before pulling tight, the loop crossing over one shoulder and beneath the armpit of the other. Pauline was jerked to a halt with such force that her legs went from under her and she crashed to the ground heavily to lay stunned on her back in the dirt.

He was towering over her, his face flushed with excitement and sexual need.

“Excellent chase, slut,” he complimented. “I might just use you as regular quarry.”

Pauline was sobbing, all hope now gone, her built-up emotions spilled out to shake her bruised body in great heaves of misery. She scrabbled to her knees and pleaded with him.

“I’ll do anything - anything you want but don’t sent me to the guards - please not that!”

He spurred the horse suddenly and turned it, the rope taking tension and dragging Pauline along over the dusty clearing.

The pace was slow for the horse, a walk and nothing more but it was hell for Pauline. Face down her naked body was scraped cruelly across the hard soil, her breasts, mons and thighs all bearing the brunt of the excruciating pain. She gained her feet and ran behind him, desperate to ease the tension on the rope and to prevent being dragged once again.

He was riding, turned around in the saddle to watch her as he spurred the horse to a trot.

“Your friend,” he shouted back. “Had an agreement with me, a bargain struck between us that she insisted included your protection.”

Pauline’s heart rose, she sobbed her relief and ran on now renewed in spirit, she thanked Jenny aloud.

“But,” the commandant chuckled. “I find myself unable to keep my side of the bargain.”

He spurred the horse to a canter, the rope jerked to whip Pauline forward and off her feet to be dragged cruelly once again on the hard ground.

“To the guards!” He shouted aloud and his laughter could be heard ringing in the silence of the small island.

Small silver clamps had been attached to her thumbs; from these the thin cords pulled her forwards and up to stretch her painfully on tiptoe. Jenny struggled, keeping her body in a state of semi-tension so as to retain balance for to fall would certainly break both her thumbs. Her buttocks pushed back and out to maintain the uncomfortable position and in turn her precarious balancing act. She was naked now, just her boots and the velvet to adorn her otherwise nude body, her legs were wide part and she dared not try to shift in that stance.

Little silver weights had been tied to her nipple rings to drag down painfully on her tender buds, the searing pain increasing with any swing of the dangling weights.

Both naked men stood behind her, the governor and the British Consul. For what seemed like hours they had kept her like this, chatting casually and every so often slapping her backside to sent a new series of searing pain running through her thumbs toes and nipples. Any movement, however slight was to be avoided, the resulting pain simply too intense to be endured.

The governor moved around to her side, lighting the candle as he spoke, a casual and almost indifferent air about him.

“Your friend will be in the company of the guards by this time.”

Jenny groaned in pity and eyed the flame of the candle fearfully. Her own situation seeming more important but still sympathising with Pauline.

“The commandant is not a trustworthy ally, he has been bleeding funds from the circle for some time now to finance his own island domain.”

The governor twirled the candle slowly so as to melt the wax and create a pool of clear hot liquid.

“Whatever he promised you will never happen, not now and never would for he is a deceitful person destined to fail.”

A seconding grunt of agreement was heard from behind her as the Consul contributed his confirmation.

The governor moved behind her once again.

“You will learn to serve only me and the true friends of the circle.”

“I didn’t know,” Jenny whimpered. “I do serve you and will serve you.”

The governor snorted in derision.

“You bitch, join readily with whomsoever gives you most. You need to be taught the error of your ways.”

He held the lighted candle above her buttocks and tipped it to the side.

Jenny screamed as the blob of hot wax hit in the tender crease of her stretched buttocks. The hot searing pain burning deep into her soul as the liquid turned white and hardened.

The consul grunted his approval at her wailing.

A second blob of wax fell, landing close to the puckered ring of her anus.

Jenny jerked instinctively in reaction and instantly wished she hadn’t. The weights on her nipples swung to tear at her tender buds, her thumbs suffered the increase pressure and her toes cramped as the fear of falling became almost a reality.

Again a blob of wax fell on her, this time landing dead centre on the rosy entrance to her anus.

Jenny’s eyes and mouth locked wide open, gaping her agony silently as the excruciating pain tore through her. This was sheer torture, raw and basic pained designed to teach and she was learning already that it paid not to cross him.

She bucked her body and wailed her pity aloud to the chuckling of the consul who was delighting in her demise.

Eight more blobs Jenny suffered, before they moved down ward, the soft open lips of her pussy being his next target.

“Please! Please!” Jenny begged. “I’ll serve you always!”

The hot wax plopped into her tender inner lip to send her mind into a frenzied whirl as the pain reached it. Three more blobs of wax on different part of her stretched pussy landed before he paused.

“Do I take it now that we have you total loyalty?” The consul sneered.

Jenny’s had was nodding frantically in agreement. She would sell her sole if only the agony could end.

Her body shook in terror and pain, her mouth hung open and saliva dribbled out of the corners as she gagged with the agony in her body.

The consul moved in, inserting the thin stainless steel rod deep up into her anus, the hard rod cold and harsh on her tender interior.

The governor moved to her front and forced his stiff cock into her open mouth, pushing it far back into her throat.

As the electric current was switched on Jenny’s body shook in uncontrollable spasms. Her vulva gripping and her mouth gripping the cock inside it, the tongue jerking in convulsions to please the governor immensely.

The current stopped and Jenny’s body relaxed to a pliable and limp form only to lock again in tension as the electricity tore once again through her slight body. Again and again the current switched on and off, her buttocks gripping instinctively around the thin rod up inside her. She came, incredible though it was; she actually came to orgasm during her abuse.

Again and again she was brought to her peak, three shuddering orgasms racked her frail body before she felt the warm jets of the governor’s sperm in her mouth. She winced as the tube was pulled from her backside and replaced by the consul’s thick cock. He gripped her hips and thrust brutally into her tight passage, the pain though being nothing in comparison with the electric shocks. Even the swinging weights puling hard down on her nipples seemed slight, she never again wanted the surges of electricity to tear at her insides.

Once again she came, the huge cock defiling her tight anus was now feeling so good. Her helpless position and the torture she had endured had actually aroused her more than she had realised.

The consul tensed and shot deep up inside her, his low voice growling his satisfaction as he emptied himself into the young girl.

For two days Pauline had been in the stocks with only the bare and threatening punishment compound to look at. Three beatings a day was the routine, savage lashes that tore at the soft flesh of her backside but thankfully the guards had not yet touched her. The scratches on her body had mostly healed over if still sore and bruised, she ached but otherwise was fine.

Naked in the hot sun, her head and hands trapped within the heavy wooden stocks she remained bent at the waist, her legs pulled wide apart and her buttocks offered. Meals, if you could call them that, were spoon fed to her as she was and water given every two hours so as not to dehydrate her body but other than the beatings no one came near her.

Pauline had looked around the compound many times during the two days at the other girls similarly incarcerated. They had been had by the guards as when the evil looking men saw fit to use their pussies, mouths and backsides. The worrying though began to dawn on Pauline, perhaps they were saving her for something special; she shuddered and tried to turn her mind to other things. What the guards did and would do she really didn’t want to dwell on; life here was hard enough as it was without that stark and unpleasant prospect.

A reverence seemed to fill the inner sanctum of the “Circle of Friends’ the many seated men seemed to

Jenny to be like a parliament with seating arranged in an almost complete circle around her. She stood on the dais in the centre naked and sore, the effects of the candle wax still throbbing it aches in her most delicate of parts.

The consul stood, dressed in a dinner jacket, as were all of the hundred or so men seated watching her.

He cleared his throat and announced loudly to the waiting audience.

“My friend the governor,” he paused to nod politely to the seated prison governor. “Has uncovered a plot to misappropriate funds from the circle.”

A low moan of disbelief rippled through the gather crowd.

“The culprit - known to us all as the commandant...”

He was interrupted by gasps of surprise and calls of hatred towards the chief of police.

“Will be dealt with in the most severe terms and as of this moment is no longer a member of ‘the friends’.”

He paused again to allow his words to be absorbed.

“What punishment?” someone shouted and many voices echoed his question.

The consul held up his hands to quieten the angered men.

“Once detained and sentenced I will announce his sentence formally but, be assured gentlemen, it will be unprecedented in the long history of the circle.”

Loud cheers arose at the announcement before silence fell once again.

“We are indebted to our member friend the governor and in that light he has made a request to the membership.”

The consul paused once again to bow to the governor.

“The slut you see before you has progressed pleasingly in training and apart from one or two minor errors has proved worthy of the governor’s recommendation that she be admitted to ‘the friends’.”

A low murmuring ran around the circle of men.

Pre-empting any dissent, the consul continued.

“I second that proposal but on two conditions. First, that the slut ride the leather maiden...”

Mayhem broke out; cheering, shouting and stamping of feet went on for several minutes before the consul was able to continue.

“I take it by your reaction that the first part is agreed.”

Another loud cheer answered his question.

“Secondly, that the slut remains in the governor’s care on the new island that he now owns but she is to be available to all members of the circle, each in turn.”

A thunderous applause greeted his announcement to confirm their acceptance.

The consul grinned and directed his speech to Jenny once he was able. Silence now fell in the huge auditorium.

“You, slut, will here and now ride the leather maiden, your time table for serving the members will be dictated by the governor - your master.”

Jenny wanted to ask what exactly the leather maiden was but she was halted in her request as a motor whirring close to her feet distracted her. A small panel of the floor moved slowly down and up in it’s place rose another panel but with an addition. A long leather dildo rose slowly up to the frantic cheering of the gathered men. Thick and roughly stitched the dildo was huge and fixed upright to the base-plate that now clicked into place to complete its action.

Hesitantly Jenny positioned herself over the huge phallus and knelt with her legs either side of it. Slowly and in the silence of the great hall she began to lower herself onto the thick cold member. Inch by inch she accepted the long and thick leather rod up inside her pussy, lowering herself until it was completely up inside her and her buttocks touched the floor.

She had expected the men to go wild and to cheer and shout but total silence remained.

It didn’t register in her brain for a few seconds but the huge dildo was growing inside her. It became even longer and thicker, inflating to gigantic proportions to stretch her insides and pussy lips around its great girth.

She grunted as it began to move, sliding slowly up and down inside her to mechanically fuck her.

The crowd cheered in delight as her face contorted in a mask of pained pleasure, her body being jerked as the thick phallus thrust up into her. Faster the pace increased, as did the power of the thrusting. Jenny was lifted body off the floor a couple of inches her breasts bouncing as it rammed up inside her. She arched her back and braced her hands on her hips, as the rhythmic pounding became speedier. Coarse and hard it wrenched her insides but at the same time arouse her as the feelings began to take on a pleasant stimulating effect. To be watched was wonderful but to be the centre of attraction for so many men, to be fucked before an audience was beyond description. Jenny began to shift her hips with the motion, driving her body down to impale herself more deeply on the pumping leather cock.

The crowd went wild, hooting and cheering to urge her on.

Jenny dropped forwards on to hands and knees; her head back and mouth open as the sensational feelings ripped through her. She moved her buttocks up and down savouring the rough invader inside her pussy and delighting in her audience’s reaction. Animal-like and urgently she pumped herself up and down with increasing hunger and ferocity. A chant broke out that spread through the entire crowd, timed to coincide with her downward thrusts. Jenny gurgled her pleasure and then screamed as she came, her body forcing down hard onto the leather rod to drain every sensation from her base actions.

Pauline whimpered fearfully as the last strap was pulled tight to secure her into the frame. In the centre of the compound she knelt, her arms splayed wide and secured to a cross member in front of her. Thick straps pulled her knees apart and a wooden bar pressed across the tops of her thighs to keep her in a kneeling position.

Ahead of her and to the side she saw the commandant arrogantly settle himself in a chair that had been provided for him to watch her punishment. He crossed his legs and lounged back a sardonic smile on his face. Pauline screamed uncontrollably as she saw through the blur of tears the three huge guard dogs being led toward her. She closed her eyes tight and struggled against her bonds, nothing mattered anymore she just wanted to die.

Noises and raised voices stirred her to look up, she saw the governor and many guards struggle with and handcuff the commandant before dragging him away. Pauline slumped in relief and began sobbing heavily.

His voice roused her once again to look up. The governor stood close with a woman by his side. Elegant and so stern looking in her leather boots and tight Basque she simply oozed authority and sexuality.

The governor spoke, his welcome voice soothing her fears and adding to the great sense of relief that she felt.

“Meet your new governess slut, for she will now be in charge of you between my visits.”

Through her tears Pauline could see the woman but not clearly. The woman dabbed Pauline’s eyes tenderly with a tissue.

“Hi Pauline - remember me?”

Shocked and stunned, Pauline blinked to clear her vision.

“JENNY!”

Jenny knelt and cupped Pauline’s face; she kissed her tenderly on the lips as the guards released Pauline’s bonds.

Both girls sat on a wooden bench in the shade of the trees in the wooded area.

“I still can’t believe it.” Pauline said and shook her head. “No longer a prisoner and you look so different

- so stunning!”

Jenny placed a reassuring hand on Pauline’s naked thigh.

“And so will you once I have taken charge here and trained you as I was. We now fuck the guards as and when we want and not the other way around. No escape because there is no need, we have everything here for us.”

Pauline smiled broadly and said excitedly.

“No more chains and whippings.”

“Only from me,” Jenny quipped.

“That is pleasure my dear friend.”

“Just think of the possibilities now!”

“I am - I am!” Pauline replied quickly giggling like a schoolgirl. “Governess too - my how things have moved in the short time we’ve been here.”

“And are set to change further, now that I dictate what the guards will or will not do and I have one old score to settle very shortly.”

“The guard at the gate on the ‘Island of Women’?”

Jenny shook her head.

“No - one that both you and I will take great delight in mistreating.”

Pauline looked quizzically at her friend.

“The commandant,” Jenny explained. “He’s under arrest and in my care, his punishment is for us to decide and to effect.”

Pauline began to chuckle and then to laugh aloud, Jenny joined her and the two women held each other as the their laughter split the silence on the small island paradise.

THE END.

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