Pleasure Incorparated

CHAPTER 10****

 

After swimming a few laps of the pool, the two women relaxed in the shade in a couple of recliners. The last couple of days had been the most enjoyable time that Allison had experience in quite awhile. She had to admit, so far this had been the strangest vacation she ever imagined. She let her thoughts wonder as she reclined in the nude with her legs spread just a little as she let the hot tropical sun warm her body with the sun filtering through the foliage of the tree that she and Alicia were under. It astonished that she was in a constant state of arousal.

"My services are required." Alicia said as she was jolted awake.

"Well, have a good time." Allison replied as she stood to say good-bye to Alicia.

"I got a feeling that I'm going to be traded for the night." Alicia said as she gave Allison a hug after she had dressed.

"How do you know that?"

"Just guessing. By now my Mistress is beginning to want something different. See you later. I better get moving."

Allison reclined again after her friend had left, but she was restless. Remembering what Bryan said about the library, she decided to drop around and maybe pick up a book to read. Most of the buildings were clustered together in their own picturesque setting. The library was easy to find. It was one of the smaller buildings in the far corner of the complex but the way it was design a person had no trouble distinguishing that it was a library.

Upon entering the library, a middle-aged woman glanced up from behind her desk and gave Allison a welcoming smile. Allison took her to be the librarian. She returned to her computer as Allison walked past. The library from what Allison could see was split up into different rooms as she peeked into a couple of them. One room was empty except for books lining the walls from top to bottom plus a fair size work table set in the middle of the room with four chairs around it. The other room was similar to the first room with the only difference being that two permanent slaves were sitting at the table reading. She was just about to enter the first room she saw, the one with no one in it when she glanced across the hall and spotted Bryan, her room mate pouring over some documents in another room.

"It looks as if you are working on something important?" Allison said as a way to make conversation. As soon as Bryan looked up from his work, he invited Allison into the room.

The little that Allison saw of Bryan since she arrived, she liked him. With him being the only male of the room mates, he watched over her and Alicia that first day when they arrived.

"I know the answer is in these manuscripts." Bryan replied.

"What are you looking for?" Allison asked as Bryan cleared a chair for her to sit on.

Taking his glasses and laying them on the table, he sat opposite Allison. If it was not for the comical situation they were in, the way Bryan looked he could have been a professor as he explained to Allison what he was looking for.

"I'm an Egyptologist and somewhere in this library lies the key to a long lost royal tomb. The only problem is trying to decipher these old parchments." Bryan explained.

Allison remembered now where she had seen his face. It was on a cover of a National Geographic magazine. She recalled how sexy he looked in a rugged sort of way. The article referred to him as a modern day Indiana Jones. But that was all she could remember of the story.

"How long have you been searching for this tomb? And if you don't mind me asking. Why this place of all places?" Allison asked.

"Why don't I explain over a cup of coffee. If you got time?" Bryan asked.

"Sure. If I'm not taking you away from your work?" Allison replied.

"I can only work so long before I get tired and then frustrated." Bryan said while he returned the documents to their rightful places.

"Slave, did you return everything to their proper place? If I find anything out of place, I'll report you to your Mistress." The librarian said when Bryan and she were leaving.

"Everything is in order, Slave Nadia." Bryan replied with the right response befitting a permanent slave.

"If your lying to me. I'll make sure that your Mistress gives you a thrashing that you will have to sit on a cushion for the remainder of your stay."

"Have a nice day Slave Nadia." Bryan smiled as they left the library.

Allison was fascinated with Bryan's story. He told her briefly about how his father was an Egyptologist. He being an only child, his father dragged his mother and him from one archeological site to another up and down and from one side of Egypt to the other. It was quite by accident his mother discovered that someone had made an error dating a reign of a certain king sometime at the end of Fourth Dynasty which was the golden age of the pyramids and the following dynasty which was the fifth, which ran from 2494 B.C. to about 2345 B.C. To make a long story short there was a king between the two dynasties which the records showed lived to be one hundred and thirteen years old, which seemed to be very unusual. It was Bryan's mother who believed that two different kings had reigned in that period. The only proof she had was a broken piece of pottery. Once Bryan had finished his schooling, he followed in his fathers footsteps. No matter what site he was working he always kept an eye opened for any more information on his mother's theory.

"Excuse me for asking. How the devil did you end up here looking here for information?" Allison asked.

"I came to this resort for the obvious reasons. On my first visit here I went looking for something to read. I thought I had died and went to heaven when I came across all these documents." Bryan explained. He went on to tell her that at first he thought that they were some meaningless Hieroglyphics until he took a closer look at the manuscripts and deciphered enough of the context to see that they were related to what he had been searching for. Over the last four years he had pieced together enough of the story to know that two kings had reigned and the information he uncovered showed that the period was referred to as The Reigns of The Two Kings. For some reason any reference to the second king had been obliterated from the pages of history. As for the first king, someone had robbed his royal tomb eons ago and very little is known of him.

"How did that type of information get here?" Allison asked as she sat across from Bryan and listened to his story.

"I did a little research which did very little to uncover the mystery of how and why valuable documents like these ended up here. The estate of A. J. Krause donated them to Pleasure Incorporate. Mister Krause died in nineteen fifty three. Who Mister A. J. Krause was, I do not have a clue. How he acquired these documents, I do not know." Bryan answered. "One thing I do know. Somewhere in the desert a royal tomb is buried in the shifting sand all these years. I know the documents in the library will unlock the clue."

"I wish you luck."

"My wife and I still have a long way to go."

"Tell me to mind my own business but does your wife partake in this type of pleasure?" Allison asked.

"No, not at all. My wife is a very demanding mistress at home."

"How about when you are working?"

"When we are working on a dig. My co-workers refer to me as a bastard. Out there in the desert I'm the boss." Bryan said.

Allison did not mean to be rude as she tried to stifle a yawn. She had found Bryan's story interesting to say the lease.

"It looks as if you could use an afternoon siesta. Let me escort you back to our place. I know that I'm going to have a rest. I overheard my mistress talking last night and I do believe she is planing an orgy this evening." Bryan remarked as they walked out of the cafeteria.

"Oh. That does sound interesting." Allison replied with a devilish grin.

 

Later in the morning, Richard awoke and quietly got out of bed without awakening Thalia. While he was showering, his mind was thinking of ways on pleasing his slave. As he was shaving, it came to him what he was going to do to her. He always had more kinky ideas when he was aroused, and ever since having that enema in the morning he had an erection. Maybe he might have another enema while on vacation. Thalia did say to indulge in one's fantasies. His main concern was on how to please his slave.

After dressing in clean shorts and a short sleeve shirt, he went into the small bedroom where on his first day he looked at the chest of sexual toys. Rummaging through the chest, he found what he was looking for. He withdrew a leather belt with little metal studs, the belt reminded him of the type a biker would wear as he folded it twice around his fist and entered the master bedroom. Thalia was just as he left her, laying on her belly with her cute little bottom exposed. Raising the belt above his head, he delivered a blow across the twin orbs of her bottom.

"Get out of bed slave." Richard ordered. By now he had an inkling of what turned his slave on. Being spanked and talking dirty to her was two of the things that she liked.

"Yes Master." Thalia responded as she held her stinging bottom.

"We forgot your exercise class this morning."

"Please Master don't send me to the dungeon." Thalia begged. She thought that Richard was going to send her back to that hell hole. If he did, she was going to make a complaint as every slave had the right to do.

"No, I'm not going to do that. I will give you your exercises myself." Richard said.

"My I take a couple of minutes to get ready Master?" Thalia said as she bend over to pick up her underwear and dress.

"No." Richard replied. When Thalia bent over, he could not resist the temptation as he delivered another swat across her bottom with the belt. For the next fifteen minutes or so, Richard had Thalia running on the spot. Every time he thought that his slave was slacking off, he would deliver a couple of swats with the belt across her ass.

Sometimes Thalia would deliberately slow down just to feel the leather strap as it met her exposed skin. She could almost taste the leather as she waited in anticipation for her Master to spank her. This is what she wanted in the way of a master, someone who would take control. She wondered what Master Richard would do if she had an orgasm. Maybe she should get his permission first.

Knowing that Thalia would have derived very little pleasure the night before when she was in the dungeon, he thought he would reward her.

"I'm going to be generous with you. I will let you have three orgasms. The first two you can have anytime you want." Richard explained as Thalia finished her exercises.

"Thank you Master." Thalia said in a subdued voice. Her bottom was on fire and this was by far the horniest she had felt since she had been here.

"Can I have one now Master?"

"Yes, go ahead." Richard replied.

Having permission to have an orgasm, Thalia reached between her legs and slipped two fingers into her wet pussy. Collapsing on the floor, Richard watched his slave masturbate her self to orgasm as she lay on her belly on the carpet. With one hand playing with her pussy, Thalia ran the other hand over her well-spanked bottom as she closed her eyes and cried out her pleasure.

For the next little while Richard tormented his slave with different forms of sexual perversions for him self and of course for her. He wanted to see what it would take for her to have her next orgasm. He had to admire her stamina in not giving into her lust, in spite of wanting to. He knew if he wanted to, he could of had sex with Thalia. Although he had a raving erection, he wanted to prolong the feeling that he was experiencing. Knowing if he gave into temptation and had sex with Thalia, his enjoyment would not be as great as it was now.

After awhile Richard found that he was getting hungry. Beside the fact he could not get Thalia to have another orgasm so he decided that the two of them should have something to eat. While the two of them were showering, Richard had a look at Thalia's bottom and could tell that she was still smarting from the spanking he gave her as it was still a bright red.

"Don't wear any underwear." Richard ordered. He had an idea on how to humiliate his slave even more as they were going to lunch by hooking the back of her skirt up and fastening it so that her crimson bottom was exposed. He stood back and admired the way she looked. He wondered what was redder, her face from embarrassment from being exposed in this manner or her bottom.

Thalia felt so wicked as Richard fastened the lease to her collar and let her away. After her first orgasm that Richard had allowed her to have, her Master tormented her in a wide range of sexual delights. Yet this had to be the most perverted, as people stopped and stared while she was lead by the leash on the way to the restaurant.

Once in the restaurant, Richard pulled the headwaiter aside and asked them something in a low voice that Thalia could not hear. Her curiously was soon answered when he showed them to their table. Thalia hesitated a second when she saw the chair she was to sit on. The chair was an old wooden one made with slats that were about two inches wide and had a straight back. Just by looking at it she knew that it was going to be most uncomfortable chair to sit on especially with her soar bottom. The initial shock on sitting on the hard chair was like a shot of electricity going through her body.

"Something wrong?" Richard asked as he saw Thalia's discomfort.

"Master . . . I think I'm . . . God . . . I'm going to need to go to the washroom." Thalia stammered. She did not know if she was going to wet herself or have an orgasm. The feeling was so strong that she had a hard time to even talk.

"It would seem you are in discomfort. Why do you want to go to the washroom?" Richard asked.

"Master. I think I'm going to have an orgasm." Thalia said. The pain she was feeling from sitting was hard to describe, to her it was not pain but pleasure.

"You can have it here. Let everybody see how good a slave you are. Go ahead, play with yourself." Richard ordered. This little game was getting him aroused. Richard leaned back in the chair and folded his arms across his chest and watched as Thalia timidly reached under the table with one hand to bring herself off.

The few customers in the restaurant were turning to watch the show that Thalia was putting on. She tried to keep the sounds of her pleasure from being overheard, but as she got closer to her climax the sounds of what she was doing could not be mistaken. She did not care that people were looking at her as she closed her eyes as her orgasm gushed from her. For the next few seconds she slumped in the chair and kept her fingers intrenched in her wet pussy until her breathing started to return to normal. She opened her eyes when the other occupants of the restaurant started to clap. This had to be the most embarrassing part of the afternoon, especially when Master Richard ordered her to stand and bow to the people. Thalia was quite pleased with the way Master Richard treated her. This was all part of being an obedient slave and she loved it.

Their lunch was a quiet affair with neither person talking a great amount. Richard did have to warn his slave once during the meal about sitting without squirming. He told her that if she thought her bottom stung now, wait until he took her over his knees right here at the restaurant. Under normal circumstances Thalia would have relished a spanking in a public place, but the way her rear was stinging she did not want another spanking. Her master did give her permission to go to the washroom and even that was an ordeal. She found that sitting on the toilet was uncomfortable and she had to lift herself off the toilet seat while she relieved her bladder.

Her sexual torment was far from over as Richard lead his slave back to his apartment.

Back in the apartment, Richard secured his slave to what was referred as the 'table.' This was one of the instruments that Roger and he used on Diana the night before. He secured her by leather straps around the ankles to the legs of the table. Her upper body was resting length ways on the table and was lashed around the waist by another leather strap with her arms at her side. Making a slight adjustment on the table, Richard made sure that his slaves breasts were dangling from the two holes that were specially constructed for this purpose. Spreading her legs a little wider so that he could have access to her womanly openings, he stood back and admired his handiwork. She was quite helpless as she followed him with her eyes as he walked around the table.

"You do remember our agreement about not coming until I give you permission?" Richard asked as he stood behind her and slowly tipped his drink along with the ice cubes on her bottom and watch as the cold liquid ran down between the checks of her ass.

"Yes. Oh Master. Ohhhhhhh." Thalia screamed as she felt the ice-cold liquid run down between the cheeks of her bottom.

For the next few minutes Richard knelt behind his slave and slowly teased her as he licked her moist buttocks. With her not being able to move, he took his time and inhaled the odor of her arousal. Richard found he was enjoying himself thinking up ways to pleasure his slave without allowing her to come.

Richard looked at his watch and noticed that he had about an hour left before Roger and Diana showed up for dinner. Smiling to himself, he walked around to the front of Thalia.

"Do you want the last orgasm that I promise you or should we wait until later tonight?" Richard asked as he grabbed her hair and pulling it back so that her head was tilted upwards, allowing her to see him.

The only way Thalia could answer her master was by nodding her head up and down because of the gag that Richard had used to muffle her cries of ecstacy.

Richard knew the time was ripe as he positioned himself behind his slave and reached down and spread the checks of her bottom. This was something that Allison did not overly care for as he moistened his penis and slowly entered Thalia through the back door.

"Do you like this? I want to hear you beg me to fuck you. Will you do that if I take off your gag?" Richard asked. He found that having control was fun as he unbound Thalia's gag. Once free of her restraint, she let him know that she would do anything he asked.

After releasing his pent up passion deep inside her bowels, he reached under the table and pulled hard on her breasts. This was the signal she was waiting for as tears ran down her face and her orgasm gushed from her. Richard kept up his battering of her rear passage with his penis until it started to deflate. By that time his slave had two or three orgasms that were so close together that she could not tell when one ended and the next one started. He had a chuckle when Thalia's breathing returned to normal and he had to help her to stand up. If anyone had looked in on her, they would have seen a sorry sight. Her hair was plastered to her head from sweating, her eyes were red from crying and any makeup that she had on was smudged from her tears.

Thalia knew that to some people this form of sexual activity would be perverted, but to her this was something she craved. After kissing her master and thanking him until he pushed her away, she sank to the floor and took his penis in her mouth.

"I think we both need a bath before we join Master Gordon and Slave Diana for dinner." Richard commented as he stood with his hands on his hips and watched as Thalia cleaned his penis with her mouth.