Authors: Lindsay Ross
Chapter Eleven
Susannah saw the island at its best, in the bright sunlight, as they approached in the little boat.
When they walked towards the cottage, a matronly looking woman greeted them in a friendly welcoming manner. Andrew introduced her as Mary.
Emma had insisted Susannah wear white shorts (very brief) and a white cotton top (very clinging) so her legs were bare and she looked healthy and athletic in her white trainers.
Mary told her she was very beautiful and Susannah glowed.
There was a drink of lemonade for her in the bright kitchen and Susannah sat on a high stool to drink it.
Both Emma and Andrew were watching her carefully, a smile playing on Emma’s lips; there was a feeling of anticipation as if time had slowed down. Susannah suddenly felt slightly nauseous as she often did in unpredictable situations.
‘She looks lovely in white shorts and top,’ said Mary.
‘She will look even lovelier when we strip them off,’ commented Emma. ‘Is everything ready?’
‘Just as you ordered, Madam,’ said Mary, still smiling. ‘She’s next to Bryony.’
Susannah was taken through the house, through the vast hall with its film sets and lighting rigs, to outbuildings some distance beyond.
She could hear the sound of dogs barking and soon found the source of the noise when they entered a compound with separate cages and kennels.
The first few cages were occupied by large dogs, German Shepherds, Rotweilers, Boxers, that came to the wire and raised themselves upon their front legs, barking excitedly, but Susannah was amazed to see the next few sections were occupied by naked girls circling round their cages on all fours or coming to the wire like their canine counterparts.
Susannah could scarcely believe the evidence of her own eyes.
She turned and realised her companions, her captors, were watching the expression change on her face as her fate revealed itself. She was to be imprisoned in one of these cages and forced to behave like a dog.
Was that really what was going to happen?
She felt her stomach lurch with terror.
They took her further along the row of cages where Susannah saw others were occupied by naked young men, some muzzled, others lying down asleep and some up at the wire barking realistically; one of the boys who came to the front of the cage had a very obvious erection.
Susannah was taken into a room where she was stripped, had her hair clipped short and her pussy shaved.
***
Chrissie was walking up and down the dormitory wearing a leather collar and nothing else; her hair was cropped like Anna’s and her sex was freshly shaved. Truckers were lying on bunks in shorts or stark naked, many displaying intricate and extensive tattoos, some smoking, others watching horse racing on a television high up on a shelf in the corner of the smoke filled room. At the end of the dormitory there was a washroom and two men were whistling somewhat discordantly as they showered.
Chrissie went to one of the bunks where a big muscular man was lounging naked, smoking a cigarette.
She took hold of his cock and frigged it till it stiffened.
He pushed her to one side so he could see the T.V. but allowed her to go on masturbating him. When he was fully erect, she knelt on his bunk and took his big cock in her mouth, grasping the base of his shaft with both hands as she sucked and licked him.
The big fellow looked indifferent to what she was doing, just continued to watch the racing, until he finished his cigarette which he stubbed out on her thigh.
With extreme difficulty, Chrissie prevented herself crying out although the pain was excruciating.
If they heard either of them, Chrissie or Anna, yell or scream, they tended to gather round and then there was a chance they would get the idea of inflicting more pain, doing it collectively, so their victim really suffered. A kind of blood lust seemed to take over.
She felt him come; there was a rush of hot, cloying semen into her mouth and she tried not to let any dribble away; if she failed it was the kind of thing that provoked violence. The truckers were quick to lose their tempers and they knew they had complete freedom to do what they liked to the girls provided for their recreation.
Chrissie knew how the system worked after a month in the place.
The men who asked for this dormitory paid for the extras that were provided over and above the bunk for the night, T.V., and the coffee and tea dispensers.
They knew at least one, usually two, girls would be there to provide entertainment, to do anything they demanded short of offering themselves as murder victims, though Chrissie thought even that might be acceptable to the management if the price was right. Already there had been times when a man had put his hands round her neck and squeezed until she nearly blacked out.
She had soon realised why Anna had seemed so hopeless and despairing.
Most of the truckers were happy to use the girls in the dormitory in front of everyone else, indeed it seemed to add to the thrill, but there were a few private rooms they could use on payment of an additional fee.
Chrissie saw one of the men, who’d just showered, was making his way towards his space, comprising bunk and locker. She got there before him, stretched herself on the bed and opened her legs wide.
The reason that Chrissie and Anna worked so hard was that they were constantly observed. The men who supervised the girls were always popping in and out and if they found any backsliding, severe punishment followed, often administered in front of the drivers so they could see how much management cared about maintaining high standards.
The man who’d come out of the shower pushed her off his bed with a curse and set about shaving with a cordless electric razor.
Another man stood over her as she lay on the bare floorboards. Chrissie looked up at him and saw the bulge in his shorts, the only article of clothing he was wearing. He looked formidable because of his height, his muscles and because his head was shaved. His expression was mean. His arms and chest were covered in tattoos.
He pulled Chrissie up by her outstretched hands and took her to his bunk where she watched him take a thick studded belt from round his jeans.
The next moment he was removing his shorts and freeing his cock to snap up to its full height.
He had her over his knees in a flash and she felt her loins pressing over his.
The buckle end of the belt smashed down on her rump and caused her to slide over his erection. He continued to thrash her until she supposed his arm grew tired, at which point he ran his hands over her cheeks as though checking on the damage he’d inflicted.
There were tears in Chrissie’s eyes but she was determined not to let him see how much he’d hurt her.
Then she realised the real reason he’d stopped, feeling the stickiness of his semen under her belly; the rubbing of her Venus mound over his cock had made him come.
Having no further use for her, the big man pushed her off his bunk so that she fell on the floor once again.
Looking up, she saw Anna walk naked into the dormitory at the end of her ten minute break.
Chrissie knew both of them had many more hours of abuse to face before they would be able to sleep.
***
Susannah knelt in her cage and lapped up water from her bowl before trying a little of the dog meat and meal in her dish. Even after weeks in the kennels, she still found it difficult to chew the meat without wanting to retch.
If the routine of the last few days was to be followed
–
and she had no reason to think it would be varied
–
the baby would be brought to her again as soon as daylight penetrated the compound.
Susannah felt her nipples; they had always been large but now they were swollen, sore and very sensitive to the slightest touch.
They had taken on the shape of bottle teats. The baby she was feeding hung on with its bony gums and sucked her so hard she wanted to pull him away and let him starve; but she was supervised whenever she fed him.
Susannah had been lactating for some days now, her milk ducts stimulated by hand, by tablets and herbs she was made to swallow
.
After she had fed him at the breast for a time, she would be milked so there was nourishment for him later in the day when Susannah was required to undergo obedience training.
Sure enough, they arrived in their brown coats as soon as it was light enough to see, bringing the baby and the milking machine.
It had been explained that t
he bitch that had delivered the baby
couldn’t breastfeed for a number of reasons so lactation would be induced in Susannah.
Susannah knew that some time in the future she might be mated with a
‘
dog
’
herself but this surrogate motherhood was bad enough since it required her to be milked around eight times a day.
After
the child
nursed
,
one of the young men took it in his arms while another connected Susannah to the electric milking machine. There was a power point in every cage. She felt the familiar tug on both her nipples and heard the whirring sound as the machine reached its optimum power.
She felt exactly like an animal because she was required to be naked, on all fours, with the men surrounding her. It added to the humiliation that it was always men who milked her and they often took advantage of the fact that she was so vulnerable.
When at last it was over, Susannah’s thoughts turned again to Emma, whom she had not seen since her arrival at the kennels. She longed to see her mistress again.
Her male trainer, Jack, had told her Miss Holman would not be interested in seeing her until she was fully trained.
Susannah wanted to continue her campaign to make herself Emma’s favourite but that wasn’t possible if she was never present. Once she caught sight of her in the distance, striding out, wearing riding breeches. Her heart skipped a beat. Emma appeared to have two of the human dogs loping along at her sides. Susannah was immediately jealous of the creatures, whoever they were, and thought Emma would have preferred to have bitches with her on her walk.
Jack came into her cage and put on Susannah’s collar and lead as well as a muzzle before taking her to the training area. There one or two other human canines were being put through their paces; all of them were dogs, there was not another bitch in sight. He took her first to the area where they were supposed to relieve themselves and Susannah was pleased she managed to do both; if they soiled their cages they were whipped severely.
The handlers with the dogs thought it amusing to let them slip their choker leads and come sniffing round Susannah, simulating perfectly the interest dogs show in each other’s rear quarters
Susannah knew she had to join in and she sniffed the hairy arse of one rather good-looking boy she’d seen before. In no time his cock was erect and he tried to mount Susannah. The handlers allowed him to climb on her back, push his cock into her and accomplish one or two vigorous thrusts before they dragged him off.
She noticed they were not prepared to let him come inside her and thought this might be to do with the breeding programme which would need to be carefully regulated. Jack was in collusion with the others and laughed as much as they did.
He took her to the ring where there was an obstacle course set out, comprising fences at different heights, together with a long tube to run into, a water jump and a wall.
Jack unclipped her lead and set her off round the course, stopwatch in one hand and whip in the other.
She was supposed to improve her time, but she was aching from an uncomfortable night, trying to get comfortable on the single blanket laid over the concrete floor of her cage.
She stumbled at one fence and fell heavily. She knew she had to get up quickly and continue otherwise she would lose valuable time and incur Jack’s wrath at the end. She negotiated the tube quite successfully although she always felt claustrophobic in the darkness and hated the smell of urine that lingered there.
She slipped on the board before the water jump and splashed everywhere as she fought to keep her balance, not quite tottering over completely. Then she had to try to climb the wall without dislodging one of the polystyrene bricks. This was always difficult but she succeeded.
As she ran to Jack and came to heel, he informed her that she had not improved her time. He lashed her as she sat there, the coils of the whip falling on her breasts, stinging her swollen nipples. He liked to whip her breasts and her bottom best of all but he had no respect for any part of her naked body.
Susannah remembered to open her mouth, stick out her tongue and pant rapidly. She was out of breath and sweating profusely.
Jack proclaimed her performance unsatisfactory and set her running again after clicking his stopwatch. This time he ran alongside her, using his whip to encourage greater effort and it seemed to have the effect they both desired as it increased her speed. Susannah stayed on her feet until she approached the wall. Just as she attempted to jump, she skidded into the edifice and sent the brightly painted bricks in all directions like a horse refusing a fence.
Jack stood over her as she lay on the grass, her legs and bottom covered in mud and thrashed her mercilessly with his whip. Then, looking round first to discover if he was being watched, he opened his flies, pulled out his cock and emptied his bladder over her, his powerful straw coloured stream splashing over her body, showing his utter contempt for her.
Chapter Twelve
The man Anna feared most of all came towards her holding a long, thick cane as the two girls cowered before him on their knees. Anna actually assumed the classic position of the supplicant, holding her hands together and lifting her clenched hands beseechingly.
‘This guy said he’d have enjoyed a wank better,’ Price said, standing over the trembling Anna.
One of Price’s sidekicks stood beside him, idly opening and closing a cutthroat razor.
‘How many more complaints am I going to get? You’re a fucking waste of space.’
‘I’m so sorry, master,’ Anna pleaded. ‘I didn’t mean…I was very tired.’
‘Tired! All you do is lie on your back and get fucked all day. How tiring is that?’
‘It won’t happen again, I promise. I’ll make sure I give satisfaction to every man.’
The sidekick knelt down in front of Anna and pulled one of her nipples, bringing the open razor close. He didn’t need to say anything. Chrissie saw the expression of terror on Anna’s haggard face.
He used the razor to cut her hair even shorter, dragging it across her skull and, because there was no soap or water, he cut her and made a mess. In some parts she was bald.
She
was
utterly exhausted. The minder who’d been on duty the night before had amused himself by making Anna squat on her toes with her hands on her head with no support so that her legs ached and she was too stiff to perform well for the next trucker who wanted her. If she moved from the position, the minder hit her hard with his fist. There hadn’t been many drivers in the dormitory that night and Anna had been kept in the stress position for a long time. When she’d finally been fucked by this guy, he’d complained it was like shagging a corpse.
Chrissie hadn’t been on duty but she believed every word of Anna’s account, there was the evidence of her black eyes. She knew what this minder was like.
The rat once made her give him a rimjob in one of the lavatories after he’d used it, made her clean him up then pleasure him for ages by licking his asshole. He was about as low as you could get.
‘You need to convince us,’ said Price. ‘You could do with the practice.’
Chrissie watched both men take their trousers off and stand there with their cocks gradually rising.
‘Let’s have the patter as well,’ ordered Price. ‘You need to talk dirty from the start.’
‘Hello, big boys,’ said Anna. ‘You have enormous cocks.’
She came closer and took one in each hand, gripping their shafts hard.
‘I give you good time. Suck you off. Anything you want…’
Anna took Price first, grasping his swollen balls in her left hand and lowering her mouth over his erection while continuing to masturbate Price’s henchman vigorously with her right hand.
Then they backed away.
‘Show her, Chrissie.’
Chrissie thought quickly but all that came into her mind was to kneel with her back to them and fall forward with her hands on the floor, raising her bottom so that both orifices were visible and offered, the most submissive position she could adopt.
But instead of entering either orifice, Price stepped up with his cane and flogged her across her up-turned rear so that she yelped more with surprise than with pain, though the pain was intense.
‘Harder, Sir,’ she said, thinking she might be at risk from the razor as well as Anna and should act as though she enjoyed being caned.
‘You want it harder, Chrissie?’
‘Oh, please, Sir. Give it to me. Cane my arse.’
He must have used all his strength because the cane seemed to shape itself to the curves of her cheeks.
‘Why do you want it harder?’
‘Because I deserve it, Sir, for being such a whore.’
‘You’re a worthless piece of shit.’
He struck her again.
‘A maggot, a louse,’ she said.
The supple cane wrapped itself round her rump.
‘A sewer rat,’ he said.
‘A slug.’
‘That’s more like talking dirty,’ Price told Anna. ‘Not
I give you good time…suck you off.
’
His tone was cruel and mocking.
After the two men had satisfied their sadistic lust, the girls were left in the dormitory exhausted and covered in stripes from Price’s cane. After he’d finished caning Chrissie, Price had got his minion to lift Anna over his back so he could give her a good thrashing. There seemed to be extra hate and venom in the punishment.