Jonah

Chapter 2

Jonah, however, wasn't having as good a morning. He was bumping along in the back of the wagon. His mouth tasted terrible, whatever rag the Amazon had stuffed in wasn't too clean. He had to breathe through his nose. Jonah felt nauseous and was afraid he would vomit. With his mouth gagged he was sure it would kill him. He fought to keep his stomach under control as he tried in vain to figure out what was going on. His memories of the night before were vague. Jonah's head was pounding with his hangover and he was dizzy from being upside down. Soon his legs were cramping and the bag was chaffing him. It seemed like hours to him, but it wasn't long at all, only minutes really before the wagon stopped. They had just wanted to get out of town. Actually Helanda, the darker haired Amazon, began to get just as worried as Jonah about the gag and the possibility of him choking to death. She quietly told Vandrel to pull over so they could check on him as soon as they had come to a secluded spot. Helanda climbed over the back of the seat and stood looking down on Jonah. He looked miserable, but unharmed. He was glaring at her, but she could tell he was afraid. Good, she thought to herself.

"Are you ready for me to take the gag out?" Helanda asked. Jonah nodded vigorously. "Then you need to be quiet. You do not speak unless you are told to. No one else can hear you out here so it won't help you to yell. If you do, the gag goes right back in. Do you understand me?" Jonah again nodded. Helanda untied the strap and pulled the rag from Jonah's mouth. He worked his jaw, but said nothing. Helanda began rummaging around in various boxes, which made Jonah very nervous. He had no idea what she was looking for. When Helanda had collected several things Jonah couldn't see she sat next to him. "Now you are going to be punished," Helanda said matter-of-factly. She held up a wide strip of soft leather about a foot long.

"No please!" Jonah pleaded.

"Quiet!" Helanda ordered and immediately gave Jonah five hard swats across his bare ass. He cried out and squirmed, but could not avoid the blows. Jonah had been spanked as a child, but not for a long time. The last time his mother had spanked him he had laughed at her. Jonah thought then that he was beyond being bothered by such a punishment. He wasn't laughing now though. He felt more pain than he ever remembered feeling in his sheltered life. He thought that the strap must have been cutting him it hurt so much. Helanda had a lot of experience disciplining slaves though and she didn't want to mark him. Jonah's ass was covered with red marks, but she did not break the skin. She wanted to get his attention with this punishment, but didn't want to go too far yet.

"That is for talking without permission. You only speak when asked to or if it is required. Next time you will get 10 for that. Now for trying to run away…" Helanda gave him 25 lashes, spreading them out over his buttocks and thighs. Soon Jonah was crying and whimpering. She was glad of his response. It seemed he would be easy to discipline. He didn't seem to be faking, but she hadn't needed to be very harsh. She wanted to be able to give out as little punishment as possible early and build up only when it was needed. "That is just a mild warning. If you ever try to get away again you will get much worse. You belong to us now. Do exactly as you are told and it won't be bad, but if you do not obey, you will be punished. You call me Mistress Helanda. She is Mistress Vandrel. Do you understand me?"

"Yes Mistress Helanda." Jonah replied, not wanting further punishment.

"Good. Now be still slave." Helanda began attaching cuffs to Jonah's ankles, then to his wrists. She put a sturdy leather collar around his neck. Each piece locked into place. She had several short chains that could be locked to the cuffs or collars in various positions. She attached Jonah's arms behind his back. Then Helanda untied his legs from the rails, but she attached a foot long piece of chain between his ankles. That would keep him from going anywhere too fast. She helped him to sit upright. Jonah's head was still swimming. This time Helanda took him toward the front of the wagon directly behind the seat. She attached short chains to his wrist cuffs, then attached these to hooks on the rails so his arms were spread out and he was looking out the back of the wagon. Jonah didn't have much room to move his arms, which was uncomfortable, but at least he was upright and sitting.

Next, Helanda took out another small leather item. Jonah didn't know what it was, but soon found out when she began attaching it to his genitals. It was a harness that fit behind his balls and around his cock. It was tight and it stretched his balls out. It hurt just a little as she put it on him, but when she was done it felt tight, but not painful. His balls just had a dull ache to them. Helanda inspected the fit and fondled him for a little while and soon Jonah was hard again. That seemed to make him ache a little more. She nodded seeming satisfied.

Helanda pulled out a water skin and took a long drink. Then she gestured toward Jonah. "Would you like a drink, slave?" she asked.

"Yes, please." Jonah said, he was very thirsty and his mouth tasted terrible.

Helanda got an angry expression and reached out and grabbed Jonah by the balls hard enough to make him wince. "Yes what?" she prompted.

"Yes, …Mistress Helanda." he answered. She gripped his balls for a few more seconds, then released him.

"That's better." Helanda said, "but you just earned yourself another punishment." Jonah kept quiet and she offered the water skin to his lips. He took several big drinks, which made him feel a little better. Then she got back into the front of the wagon and they started off again. Jonah kept quiet as they went on trying to figure out what was going on and what he was going to do.

It just didn't make sense. They called him their slave? Where were Antonio and the rest of the "gypsies"? Why hadn't anyone helped him? Jonah figured he must have passed out and then the Amazons had kidnapped him. Everyone else was partying and probably didn't know yet. He was sure they would look for him once they noticed he wasn't with them. They would find out what happened and come after him. Jonah didn't at all believe that he could ever really end up being a slave. Someone would help him out, or he would get a chance to sneak away soon. They can't just kidnap someone and take him as a slave against their will. The local authorities around here wouldn't allow it if they knew.

Jonah was sure he would be freed soon. He just kept telling himself that, but he wondered what they were going to do with him. He shifted around, trying to get comfortable. His position was an improvement from hanging upside down, but he was still far from comfortable. Though it was late spring, the mornings were a bit cool to be outside naked and he shivered a little. His ass hurt, though the pain was quickly growing less. Having his arms stretched out and not being able to move much was bothering him more. Jonah tried to get his hands free, but could not even come close. He tried to relax and think as he watched the road retreat. He could tell from the sun that they were heading west, but he was not familiar with this area. At first they passed an occasional house or farm, but soon were away from any sign of civilization and the road got narrower and rougher.

They traveled for several hours before stopping this time. The pain in Jonah's buttocks had gone to an itch, which was maddening since he was unable to use his hands to scratch. He squirmed around trying to relieve his itch. The day warmed as the sun climbed, and Jonah was no longer cold. By the time they stopped he was sweating slightly which only caused more itching. After they had secured the wagon and done a few other things, Vandrel came into the back of the wagon and released Jonah's hands from the rails. She pulled him to his feet. Jonah began to stretch his aching arms and to scratch, but Vandrel didn't allow him much time. She grabbed his arms and secured them together behind his back. She stayed behind him and reached around to fondle his cock and balls with her right hand as she pinched his nipples with the other.

Jonah could feel Vandrel's large breasts against his back and though he was frightened and embarrassed he responded to her touch. Quickly he grew very hard. He was used to masturbating every morning and usually several more times every day. Being denied the chance this morning had him feeling very horny. Though Jonah was still frightened and worried about what lay in store, he also was a little excited. These women seemed attracted to him and he got the impression they were going to have sex with him soon. The few times he had even gotten close to having sex with any girls, he always got too nervous and blew it. If Vandrel decided to have sex with him, he got the feeling she would get her way and he wouldn't have the choice to chicken out. This might be the time when he would finally lose his virginity.

Jonah started to think it might not be so bad to at least get to fuck Vandrel before escaping. Thinking about this got him even more turned on. He closed his eyes and his breathing quickened. Vandrel slowed down her stroking and was just lightly touching his shaft. Jonah, being so horny began to thrust into her hand, trying to get more stimulation. She stopped moving her hand but let him rub against it for a few moments, then began gradually pulling it farther away. Vandrel still held him firmly across the chest with her other arm and he had to reach farther with his hips to keep contact. He was thrusting his hips as far as he could, only to barely brush his cock against her hand.

He opened his eyes and saw that Helanda nearby watching him with a smile. He blushed realizing he must look foolish and stopped moving his hips. Helanda laughed and walked away. Vandrel then whispered into his ear, so close he could feel her breath, "You are such a cute one. We're going to have a lot of fun with you." She turned him around so he was facing her, looking straight into her large breasts, just inches from his face. Vandrel knelt down on one knee. Jonah couldn't help himself, in his aroused state he stared down lustily into her cleavage. She began touching his balls and he tried to start moving again. Vandrel rapped his balls with the back of her hand. "Be still," she commanded. She hadn't hit him all that hard, but in his state he really felt it. The ache spread from his balls up into his bowels and stomach and made him feel nauseous. He tried to hold still, not knowing what she was doing. Jonah soon saw that she had attached a leash to the bottom of the harness around his balls. She stood up again and lifted the end of the leash. When it tightened it pulled a flap up against the bottom of his balls, squeezing them and stretching his scrotum. The ache in his balls greatly increased and Jonah was forced up onto his toes to try to relieve the pressure. Vandrel laughed and held him that way for a few seconds then dropped the leash down again.

"Now come, it's time for lunch," Vandrel said leading Jonah to the back of the wagon. She got down first, then lifted him easily and set him on his feet. She led him under a tree at the edge of the clearing where Helanda was sitting on a blanket already eating. Jonah found it humiliating to be led by a leash like an animal, but was unable to resist. Vandrel had Jonah stand under a large branch, then lifted the leash and wrapped it several times around the branch over his head. It ran along his right cheek and it was loose enough as long as he held still, but if he bent his knees or tried to take a step in any direction it would tighten up. Vandrel disconnected the chain connecting his hands behind his back, but then attached one hand to his collar with a short chain. The other hand she attached with a chain between his legs to the harness on his genitals. Vandrel put a small loaf in Jonah's hand and sat down for her own lunch.

Jonah wasn't comfortable, but was able to eat easily enough. The bread was good and they also gave him a piece of fruit and some dried meat. As he ate he tried to figure out how to unfasten his hand that was behind him. He could feel the chain and where it met the cuff, but wasn't able to figure out how to release it. Jonah could see on his other hand that there was some sort of simple lock, but he couldn't figure it out. They were able to do it so quickly he couldn't see what they were doing. He knew they used some kind of key or tool and resolved to figure out a way to get it so he could escape. When he finished his food they gave him some more water to drink.

Jonah was feeling much better by this time. His stomach and head felt better. His hangover was pretty much gone. Jonah's biggest problems now were not being able to move much and the aching in his balls. That had continued to grow even when he was able to hold still enough that the harness wasn't squeezing him. And yet, his cock had stayed hard for most of the meal. In fact it was harder than he ever remembered it being. Jonah felt really horny and he kept taking glances down at Vandrel's breasts. He could see down her shirt quite well from where he was tied.

After she had eaten, Vandrel stood in front of Jonah looking him up and down. She came up closer to him. She was so much taller that her breasts were level with his eyes and just inches away. He stared at them longingly. "You like my breasts don't you?" she said, closing the gap between them, his face pressed into her bosom. Jonah did like them and enjoyed the way they felt against his face, but as she pushed him back a little the leash tightened on his balls. Jonah didn't answer. He had been staying completely quiet hoping to avoid punishment and didn't know how to answer. Vandrel grasped his balls lightly in her hand. "Answer, slave," she said.

"Yes." Jonah admitted.

"Yes, yes what?" Vandrel said sternly her grip tightening a little on his balls.

"Yes, Mistress…" he trailed off having forgotten the name.

"Mistress what?" she prompted squeezing tighter still. Jonah instinctively tried to back away, which of course only made it worse because of the leash.

"Mistress… I've forgotten, I'm sorry." Jonah gasped.

"Mistress Vandrel," she prompted.

"Yes Mistress Vandrel." Jonah repeated.

"Do not forget again," she said and then released his balls. She backed off some. "You were doing pretty well, but now you've earned more punishment." She produced the leather strap that Helanda had used on him before. Without hesitation she began spanking him with it. She gave him five quick lashes. With each Jonah jumped and the leash tugged at his balls. After the five lashes Jonah was whimpering. "What is my name?" she asked.

"Mistress Vandrel." Jonah sobbed.

"That's right," Vandrel said giving him another lash. "And what is her name?" she asked.

"Mistress Helanda!" Jonah answered. She smacked him again.

"Are you going to forget again?" she asked.

"No Mistress Vandrel." he gasped as she struck him again.

"You had better not, slave," she said. She gave him two more lashes. Jonah was breathing hard and tears were in his eyes. Then Vandrel handed the strap to Helanda who stood and began circling Jonah looking him up and down.

"You have a punishment coming from me still as well," Helanda said as she continued to circle him. It was making Jonah very nervous and he squirmed in anticipation of the blows. He wanted to beg for mercy, but realized she would just punish him more for speaking without permission. After she thought she had made him wait enough, she began giving him ten slow lashes. She didn't speak, just continued circling Jonah, watching him closely and reading his reaction. Helanda chuckled when she was done, because she could tell the punishment had been very effective. He was going to be an ideal slave. He was learning quickly to be subservient without any severe punishment. A ten-year old Amazon girl would take a lashing twice as severe and hardly flinch. He was acting as if the world were coming to an end. He was cute, too.

Helanda began tracing her finger over Jonah's buttocks lightly, making him jump to try to avoid her. After less than a minute his erection, which had subsided during the punishment, was returning as large as ever. Yes, an ideal slave, she thought again. Helanda was getting very wet, as she always did when disciplining a slave. It had been too long since she had felt a slave's tongue between her legs. She had thought she would have to wait until they returned to Amazonia. It had been good fortune to come across him this way. Helanda knew that Antonio rascal was up to something and this couldn't really on the level, but she didn't really care. Helanda had looked at the contract closely and she was no fool about such things. She knew it couldn't really be legal, but she also knew it looked real enough for anyone they would run into between here and Amazonia. Also, the longer that passed the less likely it would be questioned even in the Territory it was from. Helanda would not try to deceive a sister Amazon, but she was sure anyone who bought Jonah would be safe to keep him as a legal slave without any worry. Helanda and Vandrel were going to make a tidy profit and get to enjoy some much-deserved pleasure in the meantime.

"Enough punishment," Helanda said, "Now it's time for you to eat." Jonah wondered what she meant since he had just had lunch. She released his hand from his harness and attached it to his collar like his other hand. Then she reached up and undid the leash from the tree branch. Helanda led Jonah to the center of the blanket and pushed him down onto his back. It wasn't until she began to remove her pants that he realized what she had in mind. He started to roll over, but she tugged on the leash in warning and he stayed on his back. She removed her pants and underwear, not silk panties, such as Melinda might wear and Jonah got his first view of a woman's pussy. Helanda was very hairy, but he could see her lips and the moisture there. She straddled his stomach and inched up farther toward his chest. "Now, you will lick me really good, slave, or you will get more punishment."

Jonah was distressed. Like with Melinda, where he came from men never did that. It was considered disgusting and wrong. Jonah was reluctant to do what Helanda demanded. Even if she were as beautiful as Melinda he wouldn't willingly do that. He absolutely did not want to do it with Helanda. She came up and sat on his chest pinning his arms down.

"Please, don't." Jonah said.

Helanda rapped him lightly in the balls. "You get another ten lashes for talking without permission. You had better shut up and start putting that mouth to good use if you don't want more." She slid further up and paused, her pussy just above his face and she looked into his eyes. He looked scared and desperate. Helanda knew it was his first time doing something like this and she enjoyed the idea. She had often had slaves lick her, but had never broken in a slave this way. She knew Jonah would get used to it quickly and would even come to enjoy it to some extent, but for now she was making him do something he didn't want to. The feeling of power thrilled her. Helanda slowly lowered herself onto his mouth.

"Lick," Helanda commanded simply. Jonah tried to turn his head. Helanda yanked slightly on the leash and Jonah gasped. "That's five more lashes. You will do this. How much more punishment you get afterward is up to you. Now lick." Jonah reluctantly began sticking out his tongue and barely lapped at the edge of her pussy. She lowered herself more onto his mouth and said, "Lick hard." Jonah began trying harder.

Helanda enjoyed the experience although the slave wasn't any good at it yet. He just didn't know what to do. She instructed him and encouraged him by yanks on the leash when necessary. It took quite a while but eventually Jonah got her to cum. He earned another five lashes for stopping after she came without her telling him to. Helanda put him back to work and made him lick her until she came again and told him to stop. Jonah felt totally humiliated by this experience. His jaw ached and he could still smell her on his face. She didn't allow him much time to rest. Helanda pulled Jonah to his feet. After tying the leash to the tree branch again she began to deal out his punishment right away. She gave him 20 more lashes, telling him that he must learn to do better. He can never hesitate when told to lick, and never quit unless told to. Vandrel watched this seeming to be amused. When Helanda was done, Vandrel came up to him.

"Poor boy," Vandrel said to him, "you're going to have to learn to please us soon, unless you like these spankings." She began running her hands all over Jonah's body. When she leaned over he had a good view down her shirt again. Soon his cock, which had never gone completely soft anyway, was very hard again. Vandrel lightly traced her finger along it making him squirm. She pressed her tits into his face as she had before. He pushed his face into her chest, enjoying the feeling of her soft skin and large firm breasts. She grabbed his cock and held it lightly. Jonah began moving his hips trying to get stimulation. He was hornier than he had ever been and wanted to cum badly. Vandrel was getting turned on as well. She got most aroused by teasing slaves. She loved seeing the desire and frustration in their face. It was even more delicious with Jonah, because she could see the hope in his eyes that he was going to get to cum. He probably even thought he was going to get to fuck her. He was so innocent and had no idea what was in store for him. She wanted him to keep that hope as long as possible.

Vandrel was confident and knew she had a body that turned men on. She was able to get experienced slaves crazy with lust even when they knew there was no chance they would get release. It was going to be so much fun to tease Jonah and let him think he might get a chance and then deny him. They could use the promise of sex to motivate him. She wondered how long it would take him to figure out that they were never going to allow it. He kept moving his hips, trying to hump her hand, though he could barely reach. She let go completely and backed away. Jonah let out a little groan.

Vandrel then slowly removed her shirt, treating Jonah to his first view of a woman's tits. They were really impressive, so large and firm. Vandrel watched Jonah's eyes widen. She could see his obvious lust as he ogled her chest. "Like what you see, slave?" she asked.

"Yes, Mistress Vandrel," Jonah answered.

"Good, would you like to put your hands on them?" she asked.

"Oh yes." Jonah answered.

"Maybe later," Vandrel said bending down and close to Jonah's ear, "If you're good, then maybe later we can do all kinds of things." As she said this she ran her fingers up the length of his cock. Jonah shuddered enjoying her touch. "For now I just want you to suck them." She pushed her right tit up against his face. Jonah sucked at her nipple and Vandrel moaned a little. She was even more aroused now and she enjoyed stimulation to her breasts. She let him suck for a while, occasionally alternating the left for the right or rubbing them across his face. "You can suck harder than that," she said and Jonah sucked harder. He was enjoying this a lot, though he was so horny he was going crazy. "Mm, that feels nice," Vandrel sighed, "I think I'm ready for something more now, though."

Vandrel backed up a step and peeled off her pants and underwear. Then she reached above Jonah and unwound the leash again. She picked up the blanket and shook it off with one hand as she led him by his leash over to the wagon. Vandrel spread it across the gate of the wagon and sat down and spread her legs wide. She looked so sexy that way and Jonah wanted to fuck her so bad. She pulled Jonah to her and pushed his face into her chest again. Jonah tried to reach his cock to her, but the wagon was just a little too high. He stood on his toes and was able to get his cock high enough to brush against her thigh, leaving a little wet trail of precum. Vandrel laughed and pushed on his head until he had to go down on his knees, making his face even with her crotch.

Jonah wasn't as reluctant as with Helanda, but still was a little hesitant. When Vandrel commanded him to lick, though, he knew he had to do it or he would be punished. He started licking the way Helanda had showed him. Vandrel smelled and tasted different than Helanda had. Her scent was actually stronger, though less bitter and she was wetter. She also gave him instruction on what she wanted him to do and yanked on his leash, which he found rather painful, whenever he slowed down. It took Jonah quite a while, but eventually he brought her to an orgasm. Vandrel told him to stop and pulled him to his feet. He was glad she told him to stop after only one. His jaw was aching and he didn't know how much longer he could keep going. "That was okay," she said, "but you definitely need to learn to do much better."

Jonah looked down sulkily. He felt bad that she didn't think it was very good when he thought he had worked so hard.

"Don't worry," Vandrel laughed, "You'll get lots of practice. You'll get better soon. Tonight we'll have a lot more time. We need to get going now though. Are you ready, Helanda?" she called.

"Just waiting for you," Helanda answered, stepping around from the front of the wagon and taking the leash from Vandrel. She picked Jonah up and set him in the wagon. She attached his arms to the rails again as he was before while Vandrel got dressed. Helanda gave him another drink of water. Jonah could still smell their juices strongly all over his face. He wished she would clean it off, but knew better than to ask. She fondled his cock and balls again for a while until he thought he was going to cum, but she seemed to know and stopped before he could. Jonah let out a frustrated moan. Helanda laughed and got back into the front of the wagon and they started off at a good pace. They wanted to make up some time since they had been stopped for a couple of hours. They still had at least four hours of daylight left before they would stop for the night.

Jonah sat in the back uncomfortably again. Now the aching in his balls was his biggest concern. He thought he had been horny before, but he was so horny now it almost hurt. The pressure from the harness added to the aching. Jonah never had really had blue balls before, because he always masturbated whenever he got horny. Now he was starting to experience it and he didn't like it. He just kept alternating between trying to think of a way to get free (unsuccessfully) and trying not to think of how nice Vandrel's tits had felt against his face (also unsuccessfully).