The Great Escape Chapter 16, Part 8 of 12

The Great Escape
Chapter 16, Part 8 of 12

He did, with passionate desire and the joy of ownership. She was weak, in pain, and restrained, but she returned his passion with loving interest, turning his cock hard, making him yearn for her.

"Please, Master, can I suck your cock?"

He lost her from the palm trees and tied her arms behind her back. She fell onto her knees, and he pushed her against a palm tree. She looked up at him, her willing mouth open, and took in his stiff cock. Despite her aches and the dull numbing pain still throbbing over her body, she put on a good show, licking and sucking, bobbing her head, making him groan with pleasure. It was a loving blowjob, with caressing lips and a teasing tongue that she flicked from side to side and down to his balls.

She looked up at him with doleful black eyes, adoring him, happy to be the target of his sexual need.

When he was fully worked up, he pulled out.

"Master, are you ready to fuck your Pet?"

"Yes!"

He turned her around and bent her over, fastening her arms to the palm tree, pointing upward, so she was bent double, her head by her ankles, her legs spread, her sodden pussy inviting.

Ezra stuffed his cock into her up to the hilt and began fucking her hard. She rocked with the onslaught, panting, moaning, gasping with joy despite the rigor of her position and the pressure on her poor, tormented buttocks.

Nervous energy expended, and a more profound passion abided as Ezra slowed down and pumped Kalyndra to a more sedate rhythm, enjoying her moaning response. She felt a welcome orgasm starting deep in her vagina, the more delicious because Cumming on his cock would be a gift for her master.

The blood collecting in her brain added to the sensation, making her lose awareness of where she was and stopping her from thinking of anything else.

All the joy of her body was dedicated to him, making the coming orgasm stronger. She moaned with every excellent thrust, feeling the pleasure deep inside while the stings from the flogging turned warm all over her body.

Kalyndra gasped and came hard. Ezra held his cock in her until the spasm faded, then he pulled out and slammed back in, pulled out and slammed in. She moaned loudly, crying out with every thrust. Her hard nipples ached.

"Please, Master, squeeze my nipples!" she begged.

He took her nipples in a pincer grip and twisted them. She cried out with mixed pleasure and pain. She held her breath and came again. The ripples in her pussy massaged his cock with an exquisite rhythmic squeeze. It brought him off at last. One last thrust and he came, feeling the warm pleasure in his cock and a relieving spasm. He gripped her hard as he pulsed spunk into her vagina.

After they'd rested and talked, they swam back to the shore. The fishermen dragged the raft up the beach when Devon noticed their bobbing heads.

"Who's that swimming?" she asked one of the women who came to help carry the catch back to the settlement.

"It's Ezra and Kalyndra," she said, telling Devon the story of Kalyndra's fight with Cressi, which ended when Ezra dragged her off to the island.

Puzzled, Devon returned to the shore to wait for her bedmates to return. Some of the Mariners came with her.

Ezra and Kalyndra reached the shallows and stood up to walk the last thirty feet. From that distance, Devon saw the bruises and welts covering Kalyndra's body. She turned to the inquisitive women.

"Go away, you lot!" she ordered. "Give them some privacy."

Although the women of Samothea understood the concept of privacy, they had no use for it.

They stayed put until Ferne arrived. She used her authority as deputy chief to disperse the nosy women, shepherding them back to the camp. Then, she stood guard at the top of the dunes, looking back on the beach. She left Devon alone beside Kalyndra and Ezra's clothes, arms folded, a look of profound disapproval on her naturally sad face.

Devon looked puzzled when she saw how happy Kalyndra was. Although the girl was covered in stripes from a brutal whipping, she was beaming joyfully and holding Ezra's hand tightly.

"Kali, what's going on?" Devon demanded. "They told me you'd been fighting with Cressi. How is that possible? And what has Ezra done to you?"

Still smiling, Kalyndra reluctantly dropped Ezra's hand and went to hug her bedmate. She whispered in Devon's ear:

"It's all right. It's exactly what I wanted."

"But I don't understand," Devon whispered back. "You and Cressi have always been friends.

You've never fought before."

Then she realized:

"You got me to swap jobs so you could pick a fight with her!" Devon exclaimed.

"Shh! Darling. I'll explain later. Please don't let him know?"

"All right, I won't if you tell me this was worth it."

She pinched one of the reddest bruises on Kalyndra's bottom.

"Ow!" Kalyndra moaned, wincing.

"Well?" Devon demanded.

"God, yes! It was worth every bruise."

Devon nodded, beginning to understand.

Ezra was dressed now, so Devon helped Kalyndra put on her skirt and jacket, adjusting her long hair and leather garments to hide the worst of the welts. Kalyndra didn't care. They were marks of pride for her. They walked up the beach, past Ferne, who eyed her daughter's bruises.

"I'll talk to you later, young lady," Ferne said.

"Yes, Mum," Kalyndra meekly replied.

The two girls went off together, leaving Ezra to face Ferne alone.

"A word with you, please?" she said to him.

"Of course."

"Care to explain?" she asked.

"I'm not sure I can."

"Make an effort," Ferne said sharply, not caring for prevarication.

"Well, your daughter and I play a game together."

"A sex game?"

"Yes, where I pretend to dominate her, and she pretends to submit to me."

"Very well, and?"

"And I've agreed that Kalyndra wanted it to be more than a game. But I may have been manipulated."

"I don't doubt it. Kalyndra's very crafty. She got it from me. So, she's now your, what would you call it?"

"She wants to call herself 'slave,' though I don't like that word."

"What word do you like?"

"Lover."

"But that doesn't cover it, so far as I can see."

"No, it doesn't. Do you disapprove, Ferne? I don't want a slave, but I've given my word to Kali.

You could overrule her."

"Not on your life," Ferne said with a chuckle. "My daughter knows her mind as well as anyone else, and she usually gets what she wants. If she's to be your slave, I can give you only one piece of advice."

"What is it?"

"Get yourself a good whip!"

Smiling to himself, Ezra returned to his hut while Ferne went to seek Calliope in her boat. On her way, she passed Cressi and Kalyndra, who were hugging and friends again.

Although Devon wanted to get her back to their hut, Kalyndra had sought out Cressi to ask her forgiveness.

"Cressi, I was stupid and jealous," she said. "I'm sorry I attacked you."

"It's all right," Cressi said. "You're lucky, Ezra intervened. I was getting ready to clobber you."

Cressi had been trapped under the bigger girl, but she had the pride of a Mariner woman and never admitted defeat. Kalyndra respected this, saying:

"Then I'm glad he rescued me. I love you, Cressi. I'll never fight with you again. Your friendship is essential to me."

"I forgive you, Kalyndra. Jealousy's a bitch."

"Yes, she is," Devon agreed, "and I need to take this bitch back to our hut to get some soothing oil on her. Come on, you two: kiss and make up."

Kalyndra held Cressi and kissed her on the mouth, a passionate but non-sexual embrace that told Cressi the whole story. Cressi kissed her back, holding her around the waist. It lasted until Devon pulled them apart and led her bedmate away.

Calliope was working in her boat when Ferne knocked and entered. The medical textbook was on the seat beside her, open on the last page she'd allowed herself to read before tribal duties demanded her attention. The table was smothered in sheets of tree-bark paper covered with lists of prices, calculations, and crudely drawn graphs.

"Problems?" Ferne asked.

"Just looking through the accounts since I became chief. We're not doing as well as before.

Prices haven't changed, but we're producing less. We're especially short of sponges."

"Is it a problem?"

"Not yet, probably never; after all, we don't need to save for Cloner Tokens anymore, but it interferes with my hopes."

"I know you want to buy back luxuries from the Cloners."

"Not all. Just fancy clothes, a mirror or two. Some nice crockery. Something better than tree bark to write on."

"You know why we're down on sponges?" Ferne asked,

"Tell me."

"Since you broke the system of factions, the jobs are allocated more fairly but less efficiently.

Few people want to dive for sponges, and we won't let them dive for so long."

"I don't want to force anyone to do unpleasant or dangerous work," Calliope said, "but we need to be more productive. Can you think of a way to improve things?"

Ferne sat silently for a minute.

"I wonder if we could use Ezra's underwater breathing apparatus to make longer and safer dives?" she suggested.

"Good idea. Will you arrange a trial while he's here?"

Ferne nodded.

"By the way," Calliope asked. "What was the commotion earlier? Should I get involved?"

"No. Just two silly girls fighting over Ezra. No damage done, and all is made up again."

"Which girls?"

"Kalyndra and Cressi."

"Really? Who was to blame?"

"Kalyndra, of course."

"Very well. I'm going to take Mirselene's advice. She says a wise chief shouldn't notice
everything that goes on in her tribe."

Though the conversation seemed over, Ferne still sat comfortably in her seat. It was clear she had something to say. Calliope collected her papers and relaxed, waiting for her deputy to speak.

"Calliope, do you ever fantasize about being tied up and whipped?"

"Good God, no! Why would I want that? We're talking about a sexual fantasy, aren't we? One of yours?"

"Yes. I knew about men only from books, of course, but every sexual fantasy I ever had was about a man tying me up and dominating me. I can't see how my daughter got it from me, but
where else?"

"Indeed. So, is it just Kalyndra whom Ezra ties up and whips?"

"No. He's done it to Devon and Cressi as well."

"Did he demand it of them?"

"No, they wanted it."

"So, what's the problem? Are you worried about our girls getting injured?"

"No, not physically injured. I was thinking that, now that Thalassa is a bedmate of Kalyndra and Devon, she might be inclined to join in."

"Oh, I don't think that's likely, do you?"

"I can't say. She's a sensible girl, but who knows what might tempt her or what she might do to fit in?"

"Well, I'm not worried. She's of age and can do as she pleases. Besides, she's not one of those silly teenage girls who is easily led."

"No, she's not. She's wise far beyond her years."

"So, what other than injury are you worried about?"

"I'm worried she might like it."

"So, she might," Calliope smiled. "I'm sanguine, Ferne. If you're not concerned about Kalyndra, despite what you say Ezra does to her, then I certainly won't worry about Thalassa. Shall we go to tea?"

In their hut, Devon had Kalyndra spread out on the bed, face down, and was smothering her with soothing nut oil, massaging it deeply into her sore buttocks. Kalyndra sighed heavily and closed her eyes.

"All right, Darling," Devon said before Kalyndra became too relaxed to talk. What was that all about?"


To be continued