The wicked instrument to which she had referred was fitted towards one side of the hatch. The women were placed against or, more cruelly, upon it, for punishment. It was about a foot long, stout and angled, the end few inches were polished from use, and it had an egg-shaped bulge half way down.
The men hauled Anya to her knees. Then the taller one spoke. Remove your pouch,' he said. 'Pull it down.' Her heart was sinking endlessly, like a heavy slug of salted honey sliding down her throat. He lifted her chin. She saw eyes that were wide and black as wanting. She looked to the other; he was oiling the cruel stick; and her heart continued sinking, down into her belly. And behind the two men, she saw Travix. Anya looked down at her bare belly, at the pouch. It was wet; her sex was wet because Travix had made it so. And Travix had forced her tears; time and again that day, she had done it. With the strap and the greenstick switch, she had squeezed those tears from Anya's eyes and she had squeezed that honeydew from her belly. The ghost of wicked, perverse, honey-sweet pleasure was disinterred. Anya would give her belly freely again, as she had just done, to be smacked or whipped, if only Travix would kiss her and caress her and make her pleasure come. 'The pouch,' said the man again, then he whispered: 'How are we to peg you else?' She could not breathe. She felt as if a cool blue-wristed hand had cupped her sex and squeezed. Her knees turned weaker, turning to jelly. Her hands were shaking as they went to the back; her fingertips could not cope with the knot. Her head lifted up - as a person drowning, yet her lips were not wide open, gulping air, but trembling, as her fingertips trembled too and could not grip.
The slim arms tensed, the breasts, thrown forwards, shook in perfect roundness - overfull, with thick black cherry tips, and hollows in the underarms begging to be licked. The knot came free; her belly bulged; she looked at Travix. Then her fingers clasped round the cord at the front and deliberately pulled it down, straight down, for it would not come away on its own. It peeled from her wetness. The cords and the sticky pouch lay angled across her thigh and knee. She was lifted and the pouch dropped to her ankles. Then, open-kneed, she was pushed forwards against this peg until her sex lips touched the bulge and the rounded tip was level with her navel. Her arms were pinned behind her; her ankles lay tethered by the twisted leather. The men waited. Travix nodded. 'Make it burn; make it kiss; make her know it happens.'
Anya knew that it happened; the men were not put off by sobs or pleas or broad red marks or sweet wet tears. They smacked her bottom with the broad strap, taking turns to make her belly jerk, to make her sex lips kiss against the bulge in the wood. They smacked until her sex lips felt hot and thick and damp to the touch and her nubbin, nipped by the ring, felt fully distended. Then they smacked again until her belly jerks came on so strongly that her swollen sex lips burst about the bulge and suckered to the smoothly polished wood. Then she was lifted, her sex was opened and she was fitted to the wood. She had to bow her belly forwards to accommodate its slope. It slipped up until her sex lips gloved about it to the bulge.
While the men took off their clothes, Travix approached again. She knelt on the hatch in front of Anya, looking at her, then she stood. She forced her lover's knees apart using the toes of her boots, not stopping until Anya cried out with the pain of penetration. Then she walked round her and pulled her hair back sharply. Travix stared down from above. Her lover was softly whimpering, her body strongly curved back, impaled on this wooden peg. Holding the hair quite firmly, Travix now touched the cheeks that had just been smacked. They were hot and the earlier lashes were still visible under the skin. She pinched the newer welts to make them redder, to make the blood flow freely into these rivulets beneath her lover's bottom skin, to keep it slowly burning and constantly on the move. She spread the cheeks; the dark fleshy ring was pushed out and the bridging skin beneath was shiny, distended from the peg inside. She touched the fleshy ring, moistened it and slipped her finger in. At the same time, she touched her lover at the front. She could feel the peg pushing out the lower belly, making it hard, and she could rub her finger against it from within. She held that hard round flesh about the sex; her lover moaned. She touched the warm bare sex lips, squeezed the ring. She rubbed gently, smoothed wetness there, teased the ring, wetted the belly with water from the bucket, made her lover move her flesh while Travix held the ring, then when her lover was ready, fully ready - close - Travix rolled her sleeve up, then dipped her hand into the bucket, and the girl was breast-smacked, wet. Then Travix left her to the men and went below to collect the body sling.
When she returned, she found the girl - her lover, that is - on her back. Her head was pillowed on a coat. Her legs were open and in the air. The cock deep in her throat withdrew but her belly began to pulse and writhe as the sides of her mound were sucked and bitten, the mouth of her bottom was licked, then finger-smacked, then penetrated with a cock. Her lips reached towards the cock above her. A hand rubbed between her legs. Her neck began to arch and her mouth opened wide. The man above her placed both hands under her neck and lifted, so her head tilted fully back. When the stem pushed deep this time, it reached to the ballocks and her body was bowed between the cock pushed down her throat and the cock pushed up her bottom. And the hand between her legs kept rubbing. Suddenly she jerked, tried to close her arms around the thighs of the man above her and tried to close her legs above the other's waist. But both cocks withdrew and their milt spilled, full and thick. When Travix massaged it into the breasts and into the thighs, she saw that there were two large violet love bruises, flecked with red, in the sensitive rounded flesh of the mound, close beside each crease. They pleased her. She pressed her thumbs into them till the colour drained, then watched it seep back in. Then she took up the kitten, opened the legs quite fully and whipped the belly and touched the girl - touching and whipping alternately - until the pleasure almost came. Then she fitted the sling.
It looked a little like a small hammock, though, once the girl was installed, it was perhaps more like an article of clothing in its intimacy, made as it was from a single piece of the thinnest, finest, softest leather which when held up to the light was a pale translucent yellow. It was shaped to fit a woman. It felt cool and oily to the touch - when it touched the sides of the breasts, stretched across the belly and gloved the space between the legs, the intimacy was apparent. When the pulley ropes were fastened to the hooks, and the drawing began, the leather stretched and this intimacy was enhanced. With the upper body bent from the waist, the breasts could then be drawn by the nipples through the restrictive holes. When the ropes were tightened yet again, the body came up on tiptoes, wavering while the breasts were eased more fully through to form two tight resilient bulges which could be moved independently. When they were pressed together, their resilience pushed them back apart. The outline of the navel could be seen through the sling, but the hairs, pressed down, could not, so the mound appeared as a large rounded split fruit between the legs that now lightly lifted from the floor as the toes clawed the air in vain. When the girl was raised so her body hung a little above waist height and formed a tight round down-bow with the twin bulbs of her breasts pointing down at an angle, but partly hidden by her arms, Travix fastened her wrists to the rope, so now her breasts were quite free and unobstructed for Travix to admire. She admired breasts that were as tight and full and swollen as her own. And she admired sex lips that were swollen too, distended by pleasure. She therefore slipped her fingers through the slit in the leather and extracted, in turn, each of the oily lips, drawing it through the narrow constriction, extracting the whole of each lip, including the hood and attempting to fold the flesh back against the outside of the leather, though as the lips were already quite distended, they had acquired almost the resilience of the breasts and therefore would not stay in place, but projected down beneath the smooth surface of the leather, with the gold ring glinting between them.
The whole of this action had been performed with the legs half apart and dangling down. Travix now required the legs out of the way, as the arms were, so that the smooth down-curve of leather-covered belly would be broken only by the projecting bare flesh of the breasts and of the sex lips. Whilst requiring this emphasis on breasts and sex, she also needed the buttocks open, so she had the two men, one on each side, hold the feet lifted and pushed up, so the knees bent in a horizontal plane, and thus the buttocks stayed open for the smacking, which was then administered by one man, while the other held the sex lips nipped, after the girl was gagged with a twisted cloth between her lips, that she might have something on which to bite and that the image might be complete.
Travix leaned casually against the mast and watched for a short while. 'Do not stop until I tell you,' she said. She walked to the side and looked out across the sea - she did not need to watch the whole time, for after the first few smacks, the image was secure within her mind and she could hear the smacks and more importantly, the gasping whimpers through the gag. In fact, she closed her eyes and listened and she could picture the scene - each smack, whipped down upon one or other buttock, making the breasts shake, the belly try to burst down through the leather and the gold ring glint at the sudden down-jerk of the hips.
After twenty smacks or so, she returned. 'Do not stop,' she said. 'Bend her knees more tightly - do not lower them. Push her feet up. Good ...' For the separation now was perfect, two perfect bulging haunches deeply incised by the centre line. She stood beside her lover, stroking her hair and touching her nipples, wetting her fingers first, then watching the strap smack down upon the bright red cheeks. 'Smack her in the split,' she said and, when the girl whimpered, Travix held her head and pressed the girl's cheek against her pale blue thigh. 'Enough,' she said. 'Tie her ankles here. Leave her. Stand back.' The ankles were crossed below the sling and fastened to the rope. The split between the cheeks of her buttocks lay open. Travix touched it at her leisure. She expressed her love by touching the distended mouth, which felt hot to Travix's cool fingers, by listening to the sobbing sounds, by reaching beneath and pulling the ring, then feeling the swollen lips that lay trapped in the slit in the leather, nipping them, flicking them gently, painting them with their wetness and leaving them to dry. While they dried, she kneaded the knotted muscles of the arms and shoulders, the back, the buttocks and legs. Then she took a thin cloth ribbon, about as long as her hand and, crouching down, fed it through the gold ring so it made two equal lengths which she knotted at the ring then twisted to make a short rope which she knotted again at the end. It hung down, curling slightly, for it was as yet dry. She wetted the sex lips once more with their seepage, applying a tiny droplet to this ribbon rope. Immediately, it was absorbed. She called to the men. She laid her hand across her lover about half way down her buttocks. 'Smack between here,' she said, 'and here,' and she laid her other hand in turn across the middle of the back of each thigh. 'And do not forget here.' And she opened the cheeks to indicate the precise place. 'When you are finished, sling her beneath the bowsprit. I will attend to her later.'
'How many lashes?' asked one of the men.
'You see this?' she drew her fingers down the short twisted cloth rope. 'Smack until this is wet to the very tip.'
Travix bent down and stroked her lover's sweat-drenched brow, then kissed her, licking the tip of her tongue along the hot dry lips so sweetly separated by the gag, to wet them. She closed her teeth about the upper lip and bit it till it yielded blood. Then she pressed the breasts together until the nipples touched. 'Do not smack these,' she warned him. 'These baubles are for me.'
When the first canoes passed beneath her and nudged up to the hull of the ship, Anya, gagged and unable to move, was unseen. Even had she been seen, she might well have remained unrecognised as a living creature. With her breasts poking out, glowing in the evening light, she had assumed the likeness of an exotic, exquisitely carved, life-size figurehead.
[14]
Chickens to the Rescue
Travix quietly closed her cabin door, then walked across to the bed. Niri lay belly down beneath the covers, her cheek upon the pillow, breathing gently in her sleep. The blonde girl was awake. Her eyes - so clear and bright - had followed Travix from the moment she had entered; those eyes, so impish, seemed to know no fear. Travix looked upon them now; she looked upon the pouted lips - so red - the eyebrows, matt black as starless night, and the curling twisted strands of sun-streaked blonde hair that lay with such sweet abandon on the pillow. Gently, Travix drew the covers back and watched the pair of smooth bodies, the fair-skinned belly beside the small tight bronze-skinned buttocks. Below their feet and lying where they had been kicked away, were a plaited belt and the effigy of an erect cockstem fashioned from polished bone. Travix lifted the cockstem by the ballocks and pushed it safely beneath Niri's pillow. Then, looking at the blonde girl, she brushed her fingertip all the way down Niri's deeply recessed and very flexible spine, to the very tip. The legs automatically moved apart, though Niri was asleep. The fingertip slipped into the groove, gliding back and forth across the bronze-purple mouth which felt like brushed satin. Travix tickled this place, not taking her eyes from the blonde girl's face, until the blonde girl's cheek moved back across the pillow, her neck arched to make a curve as smooth as alabaster, her eyes half closed and her tongue pushed out through lips that formed an 'o' - by which time, Travix felt a desire so deeply in her belly that it hurt, and Niri was awake.