Belle Submission Page 17

  ‘I’m no cunt-hound,’ Duane grunted. ‘Some guys get off on split beaver, but give me melons and a juicy cornhole.’

  He left Alice’s squirming anus with a plop, his still-erect cock copiously slimed with come and ass-grease. Picking up the birch, he applied it quickfire to Alice’s rump. The swishes blurred into each other as Alice screamed, and a dozen lashes were given; then Sirena’s bare received the same. Twigs crackled and flew off the birch as the wriggling bare asses jerked and reddened.

  ‘This is monstrous,’ wailed Sirena as she was released.

  ‘How could you?’ sobbed Alice, rubbing her flogged bottom and sweeping aside her skirt after one touch to the glowing, wealed fesses.

  ‘Thank you for your business, mesdemoiselles,’ said Lady Juliet. ‘Shall I expect you next month, at the usual time?’

  ‘Yes, milady,’ gasped Alice.

  ‘Uh, make that four gross of birches,’ Sirena added.

  When the ladies had departed, Duane requested permission to sperm.

  ‘Why, yes, Duane. You are a dutiful butt stud. Take that suspended trull,’ said Juliet.

  Duane seized Donnette’s hips and slammed his cock between her splayed buttocks. His helmet penetrated the anus in one stroke; meeting resistance, he growled, withdrew and rammed the cock inside until Donnette screamed, parted her buttocks to the full and allowed him ingress to her anus in a single stroke. He began to pump, shaking her hung body and making her teats wobble violently. Donnette’s cunt sprayed the floor with come. As she watched Duane encule the moaning Donnette, Lady Juliet, playing with herself, said she was glad Duane’s duties as ambassador to New Arras left him with ample sperm.

  ‘Thank you, milady,’ Duane gasped as a flood of sperm frothed at Donnette’s anus, and for several seconds he pumped her anus full of his cream.

  ‘I must liaise with my director of counter-intelligence,’ said Lady Juliet, swallowing another chitlin. ‘Harriet! You may show yourself.’

  Harriet Stooplaugh emerged from behind the drapes, bare-breasted and with a wet smear of come staining her pleated white tennis skirt.

  ‘Were you masturbating, Colonel?’ said Juliet.

  ‘In the line of duty, milady,’ Harriet said.

  ‘I shall birch you for it,’ Juliet said. ‘Tonight — one on one — in the line of duty. It is criminous to excite me so. Naked, of course, perhaps gagged and strapped. I’ll see…’

  She took a chitlin from her slimed cunt and handed it to Harriet, who curtsied and put it in her mouth.

  ‘Thank you, milady,’ she replied.

  The sergeant released the groaning Donnette, who was helped from the room by the two other victims; after Duane’s enculing, she could not stand. The red telephone rang. Abby Musquonset picked it up, listened and handed the receiver to Juliet.

  ‘The hot line, milady,’ she said.

  ‘Zealla!’ cried Juliet. ‘How nice to hear you! I’ve just concluded business with your two mamselles… yes, most satisfactory, I’ll send you the flogged girls as slaves. Yes, they took it well, but they whimpered. Useless to us…’

  She listened for a few minutes.

  ‘I see… I see… so this new intendant is a bit of a troublemaker. Certainly, my guarantee of no intervention when you mount your coup. Bye, Zealla.’

  ‘That Zealla is becoming a diplomatic embarrassment,’ she said to Harriet. ‘Might be worth considering her seduction and submission. How many strokes do you think it would take?’

  Harriet frowned.

  ‘Many floggings,’ she said. ‘Zealla’s ass is tough.’

  ‘Perhaps a campaign of disinformation,’ said Juliet. ‘A highly placed traitor plotting to oust Zealla and the committee of public safety. New Arras in chaos, we step in to save the regional balance of power, as permitted by the treaty of Gulfport. Activate the usual double agents.’

  ‘Certainly, milady,’ said Harriet, bowing, ‘but that will be unnecessary. I have just the mamselle for the job. She won’t know a thing about it — a useful idiot, as Lenin said.’

  ‘Her name?’

  ‘Trade secret, milady.’

  ‘You bitch. How do I know you’re not a double agent?’

  ‘You don’t, milady. I’ll expect my birching tonight?’

  She cupped her palm on Juliet’s bare ass; Juliet trembled.

  ‘And I’ll expect mine,’ she murmured.

  From the Journal of Mlle Augustine Flageolet, anno 1760 9 For a long time, ever since our expulsion from Arras by the procureur du roi, it has been my custom to take a daily roll call of my students — and not by their faces, for in early morning a lady never looks her best — but by the enduring and ever beautiful portion of a female, in which her true nature and spirit resides, viz. her buttocks. Woman is a fickle and fleeting creature! Our faces assume a thousand masks at whim, yet our croups never lie. I can tell all forty maids from their bare fesses, trembling and adorably pimpled as the morning dew clears. I have maintained this practice aboard ship, much to the curiosity of the mariners, and they attend respectfully as forty bottoms are bared at my command. We must look to nature, I tell Capt Stouplois, from Roscoff — not to the fleeting appearance, the paint and frippery of woman in society, but to the naked and eternal truth of her bare rump. He has begun taking roll calls of his matelots, whereby they drop their breeches, and their ‘cannons’ are inspected. There is much jesting about ‘small bore’, or ‘heavy gauge’, yet it cannot be denied that the nature of a male lies in his genital organ, to which a female must pay homage. Capt Joliot has a Breton sense of humour.

  10

  Come Detail

  ‘Is this some kind of joke?’ Trina whimpered.

  The three monitors glowered at her, squirming hopelessly in their grip.

  ‘Who the fuck are you, bitch?’ snarled the tallest and most ripely figured, her teats heaving under their tight rubber straps and making her steel bra-cups quiver as she shook her mane free.

  ‘Don’t you know? I’m the intendant, and —’

  Her words were drowned by raucous laughter, echoed by the hooded girls awaiting punishment on the bench, the nude victims, bound over the come trough, and the elfin girl writhing on the end of her buttfucker’s cock. A gauntleted hand ground the steel left cup of her bra against her ribs, and Trina shrieked.

  ‘Oh! You’re hurting me.’

  To more laughter, a hand grasped her right bra-cup, screwing its sharp edge into her flesh.

  ‘Better take that fucking bra off you, so,’ said the tall girl.

  ‘Who are you?’ Trina squealed.

  Vap! Vap! The girl’s hand slapped her, backhand and forehand, across the mouth.

  ‘Who are you, mamselle,’ she said.

  ‘I’m sorry — please, mamselle —’

  Vap! Vap!

  ‘Don’t you know me, bitch? They call me Devora,’ spat the girl. ‘And that’s Cindi Kock and Prudence Vile. We’re punishment monitors, the come detail we call it, supervising these submissives. Masturbating bitches! We got to whip them to jerk off, the dirty trulls, because if they don’t foam up good and make their quota, we have to fill the fucking bucket with our own juice and diddle each other till we drop. That’s why it’s a punishment detail. As if having my cunt-hairs shaved wasn’t punishment enough! We were expecting Jewel Persimmon until you opened your ugly fucking mouth.’

  ‘We were sent here for diddling, Devora,’ said Cindi Kock. ‘I was caught diddling Jewel, behind the Stella Maris, by Sergeant Makings.’

  Clang! Devora’s cane lashed harmlessly the steel spikes adorning Cindi’s naked butt.

  ‘Mind your fucking mouth, you fucking sub. Whore like you belongs in the fucking Stella Maris, taking it up the ass from every redneck and his beer bottle, why, you and that bitch Stooplaugh — the whole republic knows about you, taking dildos up the ass and drinking her come as she whops your bare. Mamselle goody fucking two shoes of the public fucking watch, huh?’

  ‘Why the… the buttfucking?’ ga
sped Trina, ceasing to writhe and turning to the masked figure, now slamming his cock into the slender girl’s anus once more to her redoubled screams.

  ‘Whipping makes them come; ass-ramming makes them flood,’ growled Devora Dykes. ‘All got to take turns.’

  ‘Uh, including us, Devora,’ whimpered Cindi Kock.

  Vap! Devora’s cane lashed her bare thigh.

  ‘Oh! Devora, no…’

  ‘Won’t you shut the fuck up, bitch?’ Devora snarled.

  ‘We get that stud to spurt enough, he won’t have jism enough to get it up for your butt, swamp blossom.’

  The masked man gave no sign of spurting, with his elfin victim impaled on his tool, which he used as a broom handle, mopping the floor with her bare teats and face.

  ‘What is the Stella Maris?’ Trina blurted.

  ‘What ain’t it?’ snorted Devora.

  She thrust her hand down Trina’s cunt-spike, and pinched the folds of her gash, which exuded a bubble of come.

  ‘Seems like you belong there, too, slut,’ she said. ‘Well, juice is down, so we’ll tan your hide to fill that bucket.’

  ‘No,’ Trina wailed. ‘I’m the intendant. Prudence, you remember serving me.’

  ‘I serve and don’t look. Best strip the noisome bitch,’ drawled Prudence Vile.

  ‘Cindi, you arrested me.’

  ‘I arrest so many sluts,’ said Cindi. ‘You are a forward maid, no mistake.’

  The three girls reached gingerly for Trina’s rubber thongs, careful to avoid her spikes, but Devora cursed when a wriggle of Trina’s cunt-basin snagged her finger.

  ‘Listen, trull, you can get slaps or kisses,’ she said, ‘doesn’t matter much to us. Strict or soft, up to you.’

  ‘Sophie! Harriet! Help!’ Trina screamed.

  Devora snarled and wadded an oily hot rag between Trina’s teeth, filling her mouth and nose with the scent of cunt-meat; her gag was a slimed pair of girl’s panties. Trina moaned and began to sob. The girls stripped her of her body armour, piece by piece, but left her helmet and boots. She renewed her struggle, moaning beneath her gag, but could not prevent the three monitors from strapping her over the come trough beside the three other nude maids. Her legs were forced wide into cuffs bolted to the floor, and Devora knotted her mane around a meathook dangling from the ceiling. Sweat poured from every girl’s body as Trina’s writhing grew still; her body drooped, and she whimpered as her left arm was pinioned and knotted to her spiked collar. Her spread cunt-lips, gripping the handle of her spike, gaped directly over the oily runnel, while behind her the ass-prong shivered like a pennant. Devora lifted a hacksaw and began to saw through her ass-prong, the blade cutting swiftly through the metal until a fraction of jagged steel peeped from Trina’s anus. She removed the frontal spike in the same way, the hacksaw blade brushing hot against Trina’s bush and belly as sparks flew, until her cunt-prong dropped into the sawdust. Trina’s nostrils puckered at the reek of wig glue spurting into her cunt and anus — the resinous substance quickly hardening to block the anus fully and the cunt halfway.

  ‘Diddle, bitch,’ said Devora.

  She lifted her whipple.

  Vip!

  ‘Uh…’

  The cane slashed Trina’s bare fesses.

  ‘I said, diddle, bitch. Strop that clitty, or…’

  Vip! Vip!

  ‘Urrgh!’

  Trina’s bare rump jerked as two livid pink weals scarred the skin. Her head tugged at her mane, pulling the hair to her roots. Vip! Vip!

  ‘Uh…!’

  Trina sobbed, her body shuddering as her naked ass-melons squirmed with vivid welts crisscrossing the skin. Vip! Vip!

  ‘Mmm! Oh, please don’t flog me, please?’

  She lowered her free right hand to her cunt and a finger entered her slimy, half-blocked pouch, already filled with come that squirted gleaming on her perineum and stubbled cunt-hairs.

  ‘More, bitch. Did no one ever tell you to diddle before?’

  Vip! Vip! Her bare ass jerked; frantically, she got two fingers inside her gash and a thumb on her clitoris, already throbbing and swollen. With a long, deep sigh, Trina began to masturbate as Prudence and Cindi awaited their turn at caning her. Vip! Vip! Trina’s bare buttocks began a sinuous, swaying dance, clenching and jerking as the cane bit their bare meat. Her cunt juiced copiously as her fingers worked faster and more firmly within the narrowed slit and on the raw erect clitoris, which she rubbed and mashed with heavy thumbing. Vip! Vip!

  ‘Uh! It really smarts. That’s enough! I’m hurting so. I’ll masturbate without beating, OK?’

  A torrent of come gushed over her wrist, soaking her.

  ‘Your cunt’s juicing pretty good, slut. Thrash the bitch harder,’ said Devora.

  Vip! Vip! Vip! Vip! Four stingers, two each from Prudence and Cindi, took Trina in an existing welt just north of mid-fesse, which at once furrowed to a livid purple gash, jagged at the edges.

  ‘Mmm!’ she shrieked.

  At each impact slapping her bare, her spine arched, her legs splayed rigid as the ass-cheeks frantically clenched, and her whole body shook in a spasm, spraying the gushing cunt-juice from her slit and wetting her boots. Tears streamed on her face, wetting her cunt-slimed gag, and her slit spewed a shiny torrent of come. Trina’s fingers pumped within her gushing pouch; her clitty was huge and extruded as her thumb pounded the erect, swollen nubbin. Come trickled on the first inch of her inner thighs, then, pushed forwards by its mass, dripped below her cunt-basin to fill the runnel. Its puddle of come turned to a stream flowing towards the churning blender. As her fingers worked, and the vicious hiss of strokes to her wriggling bare nates echoed in the fetid chamber, Trina’s belly heaved her breath came in gasps and her hand slopped in a faster and wider flow of juice from her cunt.

  Vip! Vip! Vip! The beating neared thirty strokes… Vip! Vip! Vip!… Forty… and beyond, and as Trina’s bare bottom was caned to dark crimson, edged with a delicate crisscross of black ridges, her panting grew hoarser, until she shrieked and her cunt flowed come in a rapid plop! plop! into the runnel; the caning did not stop, even when Trina buckled at the knees, her face a rictus of pain, and shuddered in orgasm. Her cries were drowned by a bellowing from the corner; the enculing male impaling the wriggling elfin body upside down on his cock rammed harder and faster. As her come gushed, Trina saw sperm bubble from the girl’s buggered anus and drip into the fresh scarlet cane weals on her flogged melons. The buggered girl’s gash writhed on sawdust and mud, caking the dirt to a pudding of come and piss spurting golden from her flapping cunt-lips.

  ‘You dirty fucking slut,’ Devora hissed. ‘You’re a real dirty diddler, coming like fucking Niagara.’

  Trina sobbed helplessly, not resisting as her torturers released her from her bonds and dragged her by the hair before the throne of the enculing male.

  ‘Eat dirt, diddler,’ Devora cried, putting her boot on Trina’s nape and forcing her head into the mud and sawdust, puddled by the elfin girl’s piss and come.

  That girl lay on the floor, rolling in the paste of her own fluids and masturbating as she crooned to herself. Vip! Vip! Trina lurched forwards, banging her teats and brow on the floor as a new flurry of canestrokes striped her bare buttocks with white hot weals. Devora ripped the gag from her teeth. Vip! Vip!

  ‘Uhh…!’

  ‘Eat dirt.’

  Trina ground her teeth into the floor and began to chew the come-soaked mud.

  Vip! Vip!

  ‘Ah… have pity.’

  ‘Swallow, bitch.’

  Gagging, Trina forced the muck down her throat. Her caning continued for three minutes as her bare flogged buttocks writhed helplessly on the dirt floor and her mouth frothed with the come-soaked muddy slop. Vip! Vip! Vip! Each stroke to her flailing buttocks slammed her cunt against the dirt and made her writhe, jarring her clitty so that a new seep of come dripped from her cunt. Devora wrenched her up by the hair and flung her at the male’s feet.

  ‘
Suck him hard, slut.’

  The buttfucker’s cock still glistened with his victim’s ass-grease. Trembling, Trina cupped the balls and manoeuvred her lips on to the half-flaccid, massive glans; a few licks from her tongue and the organ swelled, rising to new massiveness and almost choking her as it filled her throat. She sucked the cock, acrid with the girl’s grease, to shivering stiffness, pausing to gasp for air before taking the giant flesh once more to the back of her throat, sucking powerfully with her tongue playing at the corona and neck of the glans. She felt Devora’s boot tip slapping her erect clitty and the hot seep of her come oiling her thighs.

  If only I can suck him off… it’s Elvis, I’m sure! There can’t be another cock like this…

  Laughing, the butt stud pulled her mouth off his cock and doubled her over with her head pressed to the seat of his throne and her thighs straddling the low wooden arms, thus parting her quim-lips to the maximum extent. Devora took the spike she had sawn from Trina’s gash and plunged it into her anus, making her scream and frantically widen the elastic walls; there was a rip as her plug of glue was shredded and Devora withdrew the spike. She had no time to contract her anal elastic before the male plunged his cock fully into her hole, slamming her anal root and making her jerk as he pulled her hair back, with his body weight pressing on her buttocks and the chair arms biting her splayed thighs. He began a vigorous buttfucking, his hips slapping her flogged raw buttocks, stinging her weals as his tool penetrated her clinging anus now slimy with her own ass-grease. Devora stood at the side of the throne, staring at Trina’s grimace and her finger diddling her erect clitty, extruded over the prong of her cunt-spike. A steady trickle of come dripped from Devora’s shaven gash into her boots as she masturbated.

  ‘Oh! Oh! He’s splitting me in two,’ Trina squealed.

  ‘Devora, how could you?’

  ‘Masturbate? If you could look round, you’d see every trull diddling herself at the sight of your flogged ass and that tool stoking you. Even the POWs awaiting treatment are diddling. And your own cunt? I can see your come. You’re something else, slut.’