Belonger (An erotic novel): Part One (6 page)

But the former captives were
shrugging off their torpor and untangling themselves to
functionality, restored to a faintly familiar context now. One
reached
for
an
oar
, took
it from Emma, then her friend was relieved, and in moments four
slippers had doubled up on the rowing to send their craft
gliding toward a barely conceived future.
Emma
stood
by the headboard cabinets
,
staring behind in dread fascination.

Their pursuers built speed, glorying in the
chase, pulled to within a few lengths of the stern on a superb
display of athleticism. Everyone was shouting and Emma found
herself thumping the headboard, crudely synchronizing the
rowers.

The bedboat remained just out of reach,
goading the men on till some territorial limit finally persuaded
them to desist. They fell back, treading against the current, eyes
glinting hatefully in the gloom.

And
from this chance meeting a new
society
had
emerged. The desperate acquisition of a few
slippers
from a scrubby
fellatio parlor catalyzed a fragile but genuine confidence in their
partnership, inspiring
acts of presumption
and cunning
that
yielded
more women
in turn, by the six and dox and trix, till eventually
there were over five sex of them—almost a whole
sen—
dwelling along a beautiful subterranean
stream in richly adorned cavern apartments; a small but viable
people on equal footing with the other societies that together
comprised the hidden women of the Lap.

A
nd
in that time Emma had grown to love the fierce, beautiful creature
named Ione.

Now, treading the
waters
of another
lonely
lake, Emma watched
the distant camp and the
women
they had rescued since waking to Manassa’s kiss. A
chorus of slippers laughed at something the big woman was doing,
captivated by her vitality and charisma. Nearby, Ione monitored her
rival with a stealthy but unwavering interest.

The women were preoccupied with the simple
novelty of interaction for the time being, finding their way among
each other as distinct personalities emerged. But their physical
desires would soon predominate, and Emma knew they would have to be
led by example, at least until enough stable relationships formed.
It wasn’t the prospect of Ione’s example-setting that worried her
so much as the question of what additional use her lover might make
of the situation.

The alienation of awakening surged again,
warring versions of reality that twisted her identity with a
fearful leverage. Emma stiffened, barely treading, waiting for it
to subside, then exhaled to emptiness as its fantastic, deranging
notions finally relented to improbability.

When she was calm once more she hardened
herself for what would follow and stroked quietly back to the
camp.

Ione stared at her partner, kneeling by a
basket of freshly cleaned toys and lingerie, eyes submissively
downcast. The cavern was awash in low tones of red, echoed with
boisterous slipper chatter, senseless but clearly amatory in
nature.

“
Adorn yourself in
panties
. Pink.
”
There was a lull in the noise at her
peremptory tone and heads swiveled their direction from all about
the camp. Ione had chosen a broad prominence for their sleeping
site, clearly visible from every direction.

Emma procured
the specified item from the basket
and self-consciously dressed herself.

“
Turn over and furnish your
body for discipline,”
Ione
directed. She responded without hesitation,
rolling over to fix her forehead on a bulky bedspread
freshly
misted with some sugary perfume
from the recovered supplies.
B
lond
locks
gathered in a tumult
at
her neck, and her pink-pantied rump was lofted high in the
air, crowning thighs spread wide to stoically planted
knees.

With the faint suggestion of
a flourish
Ione
bent, took to hand a flam, a special instrument of discipline
composed of three parallel
rubber
leaves
hinging from a
stiff handle
. She stepped to position
direct
ly
in front
of Emma so that Manassa had a
prime
view of the
proceedings
from where she
sat cross-legged
nearby
.

Ione straightened, granting
them all a reference image for what would follow; one woman poised
with a whip, another bent to receive its instruction. She
waited until the cavern was quiet, then
questioned her lover with slow, mocking
solicitude.

“
Did you take pleasure in
yourself today Emma?”

“
Yes,” she
whispered.

“
In what manner?”

“
I masturbated on the boat.
Twice, when you weren’t looking.”

“
Even knowing it would only
deepen your frustration?” Ione mused.

“
Yes.”

“
That doesn’t seem very
logical.” Ione circled her with sinister gravity.

“
No.”

“
Did it occur to you that
your self-indulgence might have a cost to others?” she
prodded.

“
Yes…” Emma timidly
acknowledged.

“
But you did it
anyway?”

“
Yes, Ione. I’m
sorry.”

“
So it goes with any slipper
who’s allowed to administrate the business of her own twat. Does
that seem wise?”

“
No…”

“
Indeed. So you will return
that stolen passion now—governing your own reduction for best
effect. After that we will address your passion for self-arousal in
a more productive manner. Ready yourself for a
whipping.”

Emma marched her knees a little wider and
thrust her posterior as aggressively to the vertical as her
submissive posture would allow.

Jaw clenched, feet spread
wide for balance, Ione raised the flam, paused to thicken the
smaller woman’s fear, then swept it down to lick her pantied flesh
with a cracking triple impact. The spring-separated leaves arrived
at distinct intervals, one on top of another, conferring a stern,
vibratory kiss between her well-rounded cheeks. Emma was
instantly roused by the effect,
issued
a muffled hiss as
she
assimilated its
complex stimulation
.

“
A little harder, please…”
she hesitantly requested.

“
Of course,” Ione
obliged.

She brought the flam down
again more forcefully, tagging her squarely across the asshole, and
Emma spasmed left to right, thighs
wagging
voluptuously.

“
Just a little harder…” she
whimpered when she had
composed
herself, and Ione duly accommodated her with
another tripled whipfall.

Her arm moved fluidly,
sweeping the
weapon
along a whispery arc through warm cavern air to
administer
a taut
punishment onto her lover’s soft flesh. Emma shivered at each
new connection, a seething dissipation of pain Ione gauged with
grim detachment.

“
Maybe just a little
harder…” the little blond disingenuously advised, voice pinched to
a throaty rasp.

“
As you need.”

The flam was steady in her
grip, drawn up from each stroke to a precise inclination,
offering its staccato report over and over till
the echoes danced
cheerily
about the cavern. It was good to be on unambiguous
terms with fate once again, if only for the
moment
, and s
he
found herself relaxing, vagina moistening secretively from the
aesthetic beauty of the smaller woman’s tensely postured
body
. O
ther couples
were exploring each other with a developing certitude of role and
relation, kissing and fondling and figuring dominance, inspired by
the doyennes’ sensual theater. Ione was grateful for this, as they
were far too numerous to educate or regulate by any other
means.

She
covertly evaluated Manassa’s reaction
to their affairs, looking for new insight into her
personality, but couldn’t add much to what had so far emerged. She
grinned habitually, was friendly to everyone, but even the biggest
women found her size and unpredictability intimidating. Her nude
pubis was a constant distraction. And she was fascinated by
clothing for some reason—Ione had watched her examine every article
recovered, lingering with the panties, none of which were large
enough for her. She observed Emma’s reduction with an expression
that was less than innocent now, not quite lust.

Ione looked squarely at her for an instant,
and the peculiar features of their brief adventure together subtly
aligned to yield a faint but definite intimation of threat.

“
Just a little harder,” Emma
miserably implored, recalling her to duty. “Give me a nice stiff
one on the asshole…”

Ione did as requested, endowing her lover to
negotiate the devious protocol of droll reversal; a technique of
psychological domination which induced a whirling self-antagonism
in a subject that could be stewarded to an amusingly volatile
pliancy.

She
collected the whole of her intent
to
the little blond’s auto-disciplinary program
, marking
her
reaction to each measured application of the flam. When it was
perfectly wielded
—
and this was a matter of fingertip
precision
—
the
little rubber leaves would land straight down the sensitive valley
of her sphincter, and Emma would react with almost comic intensity,
reflexively dispersing a wave of agony that crested at the nape of
her posterior,
shimmied
down the
radius of her sensually bowed
back and wide-stanchioned thighs to set her calves dancing on the
blanket. Her shapely
limbs
twitched in
helpless
abetment of the pain Ione
delivered to her specification, throat issuing
a slurred, witless appeal
,
an all-encompassing term for
torment
.

Then without apparent meditation she wilted,
testing Ione with an artful capitulation to her mastery.

“
No more, please… I won’t
masturbate without permission again,” she sniveled. “I promise.
Maybe if–

“
Yes?”

“
Maybe you could spank me by
hand instead. It would be more personal and
humiliating…”

“
A more effective deterrent
as you see it?” Ione waited to see if her carefully cultivated
self-abuse had taken hold.

Emma considered, then gave way to the inertia
of the proceedings. “Well… no. I guess not. What I need now is a
real smacking,” she decided, shrugging down in anticipation. “Let
me have it,” she presumptuously gritted.

“
Then get your ass in the
air!” Ione roared, obediently canceling all leniency. The flam came
down with a new plenitude of misery,
flogging
Emma with an accuracy and
intensity
she could barely
withstand
. Ione savored the thought of her
sensual little pucker writhing under the low-cut pink lingerie,
answering to a schedule of correction under
her
own, ironic
control
.
Her
lover’s voice was an unmodulated gasp that issued forth
to inspire the
women of
the camp, wrestling on soft blankets now, aggressively negotiating
size and psychology by the deep red lambency of the gnome
overhead.

“
Harder! Nice and stiff!
Get
into
it!” Emma
rasped, commanding her reduction with an increasingly obvious
sincerity.

Ione obliged with an
ass-whipping that more than answered her desire, gradually steering
her behavior to a ruthless, bitching believability. She finally
halted to
let
Emma
contemplate her own ambition for
a moment.

“
Ohhhhhh that fucking
hurts
…” she
hissed,
humbled by the flam’s mastering
tuition.

“
Are we
finished?”

“
No, we are not finished.
W
e will continue, but in a more humiliating
place this time.”

“
W
here will this new connection occur?” Ione deferentially
inquired.

“
At the quim. The snooch,
the snatch, the pussy!” Emma spat.

Kneeling
, Ione pinned
the smaller
woman’s
neck under her crotch,
r
aised the
flam again
.
“Your will commands all. I will do as you
instruct,” she murmured obediently.