Belonger (An erotic novel): Part One (33 page)

Mark swatted her again, more forcefully this
time, and Ione cried out in humiliation, pressed her face into the
blanket to stifle any subsequent outbursts.

There were many. Emma watched as Mark
effected a violently sensual reduction of pride, freeing her for a
brief but priceless interval from the burden of authority. The
spanking was measured in rhythm but unrestrained in force, left no
question as to the real situation between them. Her punishing
filled the air with a patient, percussive cracking trailed by
shrill cascades of lamentation, sounds conjured over and over till
she was weeping helplessly. Emma was awed by the intensity of her
unmaking, realized Ione would never have allowed it in the Lap. She
felt a slow envy develop from the awareness that she couldn’t offer
this dark pleasure to her companion.

“
I am done,” Mark finally
decreed, releasing her. Ione didn’t try to move, lay shuddering on
the blanket. Her madly aggravated posterior clenched and relaxed,
helplessly reliving the abuse.

“
Turn over.”

The tall woman slowly complied, eyes locked
on the horizon.

Mark poised the
glider
at her timidly
offered
labia
and
leaned over to whisper gentle
words as
the other women
stared
from
either
side.

“
You know what?”

“
Yes?” Ione
whispered.

Mark
slid his
erection
into her
anus
,
deep
enough
to firmly establish his authority
before
she could summon an objection. “Everyone
knows
you like it in the ass. Don’t
you?”

“
Yes! I do!” she gasped in
fierce affirmation.

Emma caressed her
tremulously shifting
midriff, slipped a hand up to encircle a firm breast. Manassa
stared down
onto
the
action, eyes narrowed libidinously
as Mark’s penis oppressed the deep gather of Ione’s
derriere.

“
We’ll take it nice and
slow,” he explained,
getting himself as far
as possible into her
body. “Your smarting
ass flesh will provoke a nice, tight grip, won’t it?”

“
Yes,” she admitted,
cringing as he tested this theory.

Mark
began to sensuously copulate with her. Emma watched the glider
play on the trim seam of her vulva,
stroking
her
with a sinuous elegance
,
its tongue rearing slightly at the limit of
each
invasion
to
flatter her clitoris
with an irresistible
kiss. The sensation of being ass-raided and twat-fancied quickly
loosened her will, dispelling any fearful reluctance. Ione
closed her eyes, breath coming in
abbreviated
intervals
as Emma gently
drew at
her nipples, coaxing her
with an ominously restrained touch.
Mark drove to a steadily more kinetic tempo,
widening
her with each
occupation till the
glider
rode far over her clit, bearing down with a
lecherous grandeur
. Manassa was rubbing
herself unselfconsciously now.

“
Get her!” Emma whispered,
twisting a delicate nipple to sweet pain.

“
Fuck you!” Ione whispered
in humiliated delight.

Mark assiduously pummeled her rectum as the
glider licked on, suborning her to its addictive stimulation.

“
Oh,
fuck
you…” Ione whimpered again, eyes
fluttering. She recklessly cinched her sphincter, almost stalling
Mark, but was unprepared for the intense wave of pleasure that
resulted. He
grunted
at this defiance, reaming unsympathetically.

“
Swallow it up,” Emma
taunted. “Go on…”

Mark pinned her at
the
anus, scrotum smacking her tailbone
with each frenzied investiture, and Emma twisted her nipples to the
limit of tolerance
,
witnessed her lover’s submission to the glider and its hunky
employer
as it buffeted
her
womanhood to a climax she
mindlessly documented with shrieked expletives.

“
Oh fuck, fuck you all! Fuck
you fuck you fuck you,
yessss
…”

Mark beat the orgasm out of her long body,
slowed to a stop when she was finally exhausted. For a moment they
were all silent.

“
Thank you,” Ione concluded,
a polite reprisal of her recent vulgarities.

Tired from the athletic activities of the
day, they fell asleep, napping together on the blanket…

Mark woke to a chest-shuddering peal of
thunder to find Emma and Ione standing over him with soft rubber
whips. Emma reached down to fit the jack on his penis again, its
weight aiming the shaft up to the sky.

As the first warm droplets fell they
proceeded to drub his erection, lashing it relentlessly till he
dragged desperately at his wrists and ankles, bound to thick roots
by short lines Emma had stowed in a secret pocket of the bag.
Thunder erupted again, issuing balefully along the horizon in torn
and croaking increments.

Mark’s skin glistened in the shower as they
mercilessly whipped his dick; high-flung, bitterly accelerated
blows that set his body writhing. And when he couldn’t take it
anymore he roared, a deafening proclamation of identity, channeling
the fury of the storm to pulse hot jizz into their midst; an
uncanny, skyward precipitation that sensually spattered them
both.

As the rain abated
Ione
stared onto
a
twilit world. The
prismatic
wash of a vividly inscribed rainbow arced from the
forest to some
destination
at the edge of the desert, and it was so beautiful
to gaze upon her lover wept silently
at the
sight
. The grass was littered with its own
tears, each a swooning microcosm of some unseen destiny enclosing
them all. The air was weighted by a perfect, lukewarm humidity that
clung like clothing, thickened in the distance to cloak the
Laplands in an ethereal fabric. Ione sighed, reconciled to the
perfection of the moment but sensible to the fractured destiny
proceeding from its tenuous temporality.
Her thoughts drifted on strange tides of symmetry and
reconciliation, wandering toward a revelation that lurked just
beyond comprehension…

“
It’s getting darker,” Mark
finally whispered. “We should get back.”

They rose without discussion, stretching
gingerly, absently shook hair to a drier consistency as they packed
up.

Ione took the lead and they
descended the bluff, set off around the
lake
back to the forest,
any lingering
fatigue
countered by
the
intimidating prospect of night near at hand
.

The forest collected thickly
about them, i
ts tenebrous, wind-tossed
canopy piquing their shoulders with chaotic little showers from
time to time. As the setting sun dragged
a
rumpled blanket of red and purple tones to the horizon they found
the wide
thicket of flowers camouflaging
the tunnel down, marked by their now sodden lily
bouquets.

“
That’s that, I guess,” Ione
decided, drawing a final, rich breath of Lapland air. She
regretfully clambered into the tunnel and the others
followed.

But they had not gone far
when she
halted
abruptly.

“
Stop
!”
she
hissed
. “Listen!” From
below could
be
heard
a grimly echoing
mutter that bespoke many skulks.

“
What are they
doing?
” Emma whispered hysterically, and
Ione fought back a
hateful
screech
,
unable
to believe that the beauty
of
the evening
had
come to ruin.

“
This isn’t
happening
,” Mark
numbly intoned.

“
They’re close,” Manassa
warned.

“
We can’t confront a group
that size,” Ione murmured in despair
.

“
Are they all over the Lap
then?” Emma croaked.

“
Must be,” Mark leadenly
decided.

“
Pass on… line to the
gnomes… move them along…” The vague exchanges rising up to them
sharpened into comprehensibility.

“
Quiet!” Ione waved her
companions to silence, newly alarmed by what were clearly
intelligent exchanges between the skulks. They were men, she
realized.

“
I heard something!” a voice
called from below. Ione could hear them feeling about for purchase,
climbing fast now.

“
Oh, no…” Emma
moaned.

“
The women?” Manassa
whispered. “Are they prisoners?”

“
Yes. Probably. It doesn’t
matter,”
Ione choked
.
“We have to
g
et out
now
.”

She stared hopelessly up to the others,
waiting for either Mark or Manassa to betray her, whichever had
compromised the Lap before they left. She couldn’t physically
oppose either of them under the best of circumstances, had no
chance at all in the narrow passage enclosing her.

But Emma was scrambling back up the tunnel,
Manassa fast on her heels. “Move!” Mark imperiously ordered,
breaking Ione’s paralysis. She blinked away acrid tears and swung
up behind him.

In her fearful haste and fatigue she
slipped.

“
Fuck!”

The noise instantly alerted the men below,
and their vanguard scrambled up to meet her as she crashed through
the fibrous shell of the passage, shrieking from a sequence of
brutal connections with its twisting contours. The sound and sweaty
redolence of men enveloped her.

“
Help!” she screamed as the
foremost of the raiders grabbed her ankle, hauled her violently
down.

The tunnel was abruptly filled with a din of
voices from both directions, and Ione kicked with her free foot,
lost purchase with one hand and was dragged into captivity.

“
Ione!” Emma wailed from
overhead, a heartbreaking communication of loss and despair. They
would likely never see each other again once separated. Ione
sobbed, ready for the end.

“
They got her!” Manassa
screamed in fury.

There was a savage utterance from above and
Mark plummeted to her position in a barely controlled fall. Bracing
his knees to either side, he threw one hand down to grasp her by
the hair, and with a stupendous display of strength hauled both
Ione and the man clutching her straight up.

“
Pass her down!” voices
roared from below, and her assailant sought to comply.

But with the painful leverage Mark supplied
Ione was able to kick at him brutally and after three madly cranked
blows to the face he detached with a howl. Mark lifted her past his
own position, shoved her ass from below into Manassa’s waiting
embrace, and they clambered up in a frenzied ambition to outpace
the marauders.

The men instantly regrouped. “Get them!”

Their foremost climbers hauled themselves up
at great speed, reaching to within a bodylength of Mark’s
position.

“
Fuck you skulks!” Ione
cried, clawing her way back to the surface. “Faster,
Mark!”

The light saved them.

As they reached the vicinity of the exit the
lingering glow of sunset was too much for their pursuers, who had
no time to adjust from the long ascent through the night-blind
tunnel. They fell back before the twilit radiance pooling down from
the Laplands, shielding their eyes as Ione emerged from the passage
with the others to sprint back toward the concealment of the
woods.

T
hey
lingered
briefly
in
the densest regions of the forest,
sometimes hiding
in its lofty
bowers,
too wary of the men to risk the
tunnel to the underworld. It was always guarded by at least a trix
of their number and patrols came and went from there regularly,
usually in groups of a six or dox.

“
There
’
s nothing to
return
to now but
enslavement
,” Ione numbly decided on the
third day
.
“
We either stay in the Laplands
indefinitely
,
or
…
” She
turned
solemnly
to
face
outward
.

“
What?” Mark
prompted.

“
W
e
take to the desert.”