The Great Escape Chapter 16, Part 9 of 12

The Great Escape
Chapter 16, Part 9 of 12

"Limits," Kalyndra replied.

"What do you mean 'limits'?"

"My limits and Ezra's. I wanted to know how much punishment I could take and also how much he was willing to give me."

"Did you learn those limits?"

"Oh, God, yes! I have never asked him to stop because he has never punished me hard enough. Today, he did."

"That's what you wanted? That is what got you so aroused you are still horny and wet?"

"Yes. To get Ezra to discipline me so hard I had to beg him to stop - knowing he could have punished me even harder - was the most powerful feeling I have ever had. I lost myself. My mind went elsewhere. It was just him and my need for him. It was amazing!"

"So, what was your limit?"

"When he flogged my nipples. He struck me I had an orgasm - a huge, mind-numbing, squirting orgasm. I can still feel it."

"You let him flog your beautiful tits?"

Devon had overly sensitive nipples and did not like them being touched when she was aroused. Kalyndra was different.

"Don't worry," Kalyndra said: "he'll never do anything like that to you."

"He better bloody not!"

"I hope he'll do it to me again, however. Devon, you know we talked about what I want?"

"Yes."

"Well, I have it. Ezra accepted my submission. I am his slave now. I can serve him as much as I want. He is my Master, and I am his Pet."

Devon understood. She did not exactly approve, but she understood.

She knew that sex with Ezra was unique for Kalyndra. It was notable for her as well. But sex was not everything, and the way her bedmate was talking confirmed a special kind of love between Kalyndra and Ezra, a love that left her out.

She was not jealous of Ezra, but Devon felt a pang when she saw Kalyndra so happy, safe, warm, and loved.

Unconsciously, Devon put more effort into the massage, pressing hard on Kalyndra's back and thighs. Kalyndra sighed deeply again and relaxed on the bed. Devon was not so relaxed, however. As always, she said what was on her mind.

"If you're his full-time slave, does that mean you're leaving us?"

"I'm never leaving you, Devon."

"But you vowed to follow him, and now he's accepted your submission."

"This is instead of following him."

"What do you mean?"

"I'll never leave you, Devon. To serve my Master when he is here is my compensation for not following him. It is something to cling to when we are apart and maybe something to bring him back to me when he needs his Pet."

"I still don't understand."

"It's Megan's fault. She told us how jealous she was of Gloria at the Cloner Fair. Well, I felt jealous of Cressi this morning. I am not as jealous as I pretended, of course. I love Cressi and am happy she got Ezra to play with her. But now I know how deeply jealousy can bite and feel like a knife in the guts."

"I'm not Gloria, of course, but I'm quite pretty, so if I'm always with Ezra, going where he goes, serving him, sharing his bed, lots of his other bedmates will feel like Megan did - as I did. I never want to inflict that pain on anyone else. So, I'm staying here."

Devon smacked Kalyndra's sore bottom.

"Ow! What was that for?"

"'Quite pretty', you say? You are the most beautiful woman on Samothea, as you know well!"
Kalyndra smiled.

"Nonsense," she said modestly. "Anyway, today's pantomime was getting Ezra to dominate me completely and evaluate my limits. I'm sorry I included you in my subterfuge."

"That's all right, Darling. I am always willing to go along with your twisted sexual experiments.

Turn over."

Kalyndra turned, and Devon massaged the soothing oil into her bruised thighs and stomach.

Kalyndra was still in sexual heat. It was palpable.

"You're still buzzing," Devon said. "You are insatiable, aren't you?"

"I know. It is wonderful, isn't it?"

Devon massaged her way up to Kalyndra's shoulders, working around her breasts, stroking their undersides with her thumb, then coming back down to spread oil gradually further up the beautiful mounds. Kalyndra was glowing, and the sweet nut oil made her glisten. She was hot to the touch and breathing heavily, steamy arousal building.

Devon encouraged it. She felt between Kalyndra's legs and began to fondle her pussy.

Kalyndra sighed deeply. Devon rubbed her fingers gently along Kalyndra's prominent clitoris and around her long-wet slit.

Kalyndra caught her breath and began gently to buck. She moaned a little when Devon scissored her fingers to nip the clitoris on her upward pass, sneaking two fingers between Kalyndra's folds on the downward sweep.

"You're enjoying this too much," Devon said. She slapped Kalyndra's pussy. It was one part of her that Ezra, always the gentleman, had neglected to punish. Her clitoris was engorged and super-sensitive now.

"Ow! What are you doing?" Kalyndra exclaimed.

"Dominating you."

"You can't!" Kalyndra protested, amused by her girlfriend. "Ezra dominates me, and I dominate
you. That is how it works. It's a balance."

"I'm tipping the balance."

She rubbed Kalyndra's pussy again, dipping a finger into her slit while pressing with her palm on the clit. Kalyndra squirmed happily, feeling an orgasm approaching.

Devon withdrew her hand and slapped her pussy again.

"Oh, God!" Kalyndra cried.

Devon fondled her with her thumb on the clit, fingers in her vagina. Kalyndra moaned.

"Oh, God! Darling! We cannot uh, uh, Oh! God! We cannot dominate each other. It's absurd."

"We can take turns."

Kalyndra had nothing sensible to reply. She spread her legs and arched her back, breathing heavily. She bucked her pelvis faster.

Devon slapped her pussy yet again, stopping the approaching orgasm in its tracks, making Kalyndra lie still.

"God, Darling! It is not fair!" she protested.

Devon's sarcastic answer was interrupted by a swish of the curtain over the door and a bright new voice talking merrily before she was entirely in the hut. It was Thalassa, returning from work and wanting to check on the fantastic story she had heard.

She stopped when she took in the scene. Her tall, voluptuous bedmate, with her long black hair disheveled, her eyes tight shut, bruises all over her gorgeous, tanned body, in the throws of ecstasy, making long, deep moans of sexual delight, turning side-to-side as Devon stood over her with an evil grin.

"Ooh! What is happening?" Thalassa asked. "Can I join in?"

"Of course, you can," Devon invited. "I'm punishing Kalyndra for fighting with Cressi. Do you know where her bag of ropes is?"

"Oh God, Devon!" Kalyndra pleaded. "Please, no!"

It was useless to plead. Devon was in an odd mood, and all Thalassa could see was how much fun the girls were having. She fetched the ropes, and together, they tied Kalyndra's wrists and ankles to the corners of the bed, spread wide.

Devon began to lick one of Kalyndra's sorely bruised and tender nipples. Following her lead,

Thalassa bent to the other tit. Together they massaged Kalyndra's thighs, working slowly and gently up to her pussy.

Devon began to suck at the tit, making Kalyndra moan even more. Thalassa did the same.

Kalyndra whined loudly.

Devon stuck her finger back in Kalyndra's soaking pussy. She pushed downward while Thalassa worked on her clitoris.

"Oh God!" Kalyndra cried. "I'm going to cum!"

But Devon sucked harder at the tit and began to rub inside her vagina. Thalassa also increased the pressure on the tit and clit.

"Use your teeth," Devon said to Thalassa, and together, they nibbled hard at Kalyndra's sore, aching nipples. The girl bucked hard.

"No! No! Please do not!" Kalyndra begged.

"Harder, Thalassa!" Devon ordered. "Bite her!"

They bit each other, rubbing their fingers faster.

Kalyndra could not take any more. She shook her head from side to side.

"No! No! No!" she shrieked.

Devon pushed another finger into Kalyndra's slit and pumped faster, catching the sweet nerves on the top edge of her vagina. Thalassa vibrated her fingers sideways across
Kalyndra's clitoris. It was the last straw. Kalyndra erupted.

"Oh God! Yes! Yes! Yes!"

"Make up your mind, woman," Devon said as her bedmate writhed and shook, consumed by an orgasm that nothing could stop. Squirt fountained into Devon's hand and soaked the end of the bed. It dripped down Kalyndra's thighs as she convulsed and cried out again.

Kalyndra went silent and lay back, her thighs shaking, her mouth wide open, arms flat and lifeless.

Devon and Thalassa let Kalyndra relax. Thalassa gently massaged Kalyndra's tits, and Devon bent over the restrained woman to kiss her. Kalyndra's mind was elsewhere, but she was aware enough to return the kiss, using her tongue to respond as a submissive should, loving those who were kind enough to punish her.

The girls untied Kalyndra and massaged her arms and legs, calmly helping her down from her peak.

"Hold me, Darlings," she said.

They climbed on the bed on either side and held her tightly. She was hot to their touch but still trembling occasionally as tiny orgasmic aftershocks rolled around her body. Then she was done, and all was quiet.

Kalyndra wanted to stay in bed, but noises outside the hut meant preparations were starting for dinner. She had missed lunch, so Devon ordered her to get up and dress. In this instance, Ezra's slave also obeyed her bedmate. Kalyndra dressed quickly, and they went out for dinner together.

It was a subdued feast. The women sat in pairs or small groups, whispering together, telling the story of what happened that day. For obvious reasons, there was no general conversation.

Kalyndra joined her mother, and they had a serious conversation, whispering. Kalyndra was surprised at how well her mother understood her.

Ezra arrived late with Cressi. They had been saying 'goodbye' in her hut before he moved on that night to his next bedmate in order, who happened to be Cressi's bedmate, Salema.

Cressi and Ezra sat beside Salema, a sexy woman with warm Creole blood and pretty freckles on her coffee-colored face. The mother of four-year-old Della was eager for another child. Her mother, Helen, sat nearby, making friends with Yumi and Dagma.

Devon and Thalassa sat across from Ezra on the wide table, their heads together, speaking privately.

"What did you think about tying Kalyndra up?" Devon asked.

"It was fun. I want to do it again."

"You know Kalyndra ties me up?"

"She told me. Do you like it?"

"I like it, but I've decided I like tying her up just as much. What do you think?"

"I know I haven't tried it, and I don't know how I know, nor what the proper words are, but I'm a woman who likes tying up, not one who likes getting tied."

"How about spanking?"

"What about it?"

"When Ezra tied me up and spanked me, it was the spanking I liked best. I did not expect to enjoy it so much. But I've never asked Kali to spank me."

"Why not?"

"She's not mean enough to do it properly."

"Interesting," Thalassa said. I do not know about spanking," she added with a hint of curiosity.

We'll have to see."

When Ezra arrived at dinner, Kalyndra had persuaded her mother that she would be safe and that Ezra loved her. Ferne kissed her daughter on the lips, holding her cheek. She looked content. Kalyndra got up, fetched a plate of food, and brought it to Ezra, kneeling to present it.

"Your dinner, Master," she roared so that the whole tribe both saw and heard her act of submission.

Cressi smiled. Salema was puzzled. Yumi looked shocked, and Dagma's face was inscrutable.

Ezra could guess some of what Dagma was thinking. She would also be his slave if he permitted it.

As he took the plate from Kalyndra, he said sternly:

"Thank you, Kali, but that's all the submission I'll accept."

She just smiled and stayed kneeling in front of him.

"I'm serious, Pet."

"Yes, Master."

He had used her unique name. She was content. Kalyndra went back to her place by Ferne.


To be continued