The Searcher

Part 5

		THE SEARCHER  /  CAMP OF ANGELS - PART 5



	

                         CHAPTER 8


     
	The large brown body was laid out before Rosemary like a forbidden feast
of muscle, sinew and shadow.   She had been attending for the last hour or so
one of the lessons in love techniques and her group was with Mr Garth.   As
usual, the morning had been spent on the track, which was nearly laid.  They
were getting more experienced and thus faster and had very nearly made their
quota.  Still fresh in Rosemary's mind, however, was a delay when one of the
observers had strolled over to them whilst their team was recovering between
bouts of rail-laying. They had all stood smartly to attention before the tall,
well built woman seemingly in her fifties with long blonde hair.  	When she
stood directly before Rosemary it was apparent that there was something
'different' about this observer.  She realised that the eyes devouring her were
not female!
	"Your name child," the voice was low and cultured, slightly masculine.
	"Trixie, Miss," whispered Rosemary, uneasy under this scrutiny.    
 	"Come with me a minute Trixie I want to show you something,"  'she'
murmured, "you others remain standing to attention she'll be back soon."
	She had cringed and shuddered as the large hand closed over hers and led
her like a child behind a clump of nearby bushes.  She was halted facing the
parody of a woman whose hand placed hers up and under the long skirt she wore. 
She felt a male hardness pressing, throbbing against her.
	"Surprised huh?" whispered the husky voice?
	"Yes Miss, er S-sir," Rosemary was frightened, not knowing what to say.
	"Hmm, you're quite a cute little package girl, I'm going to have some
photos taken with you," the man added. He summoned a similarly dressed friend
over and the other observer took many snapshots.  Rosemary had to press her lush
nudity against the apparently female body.  In some shots she was kissing,
looking up admiringly, and in others, sitting seemingly carefree and smiling on
the broad lap, like lovers in the countryside.  In every shot the hot hands
crawled over her nudity.  Then the two observers swapped places behind the
camera and Mark was summoned.  The other 'woman's' preference was seemingly for
men and pictures in a similar vein were taken with the male Angel as the
compliant victim. 
	Thankfully Miss Mitzie strolled across and tactfully suggested that the
team's 'break' was now over and they should be working again. 
	Now, however, the morning's physical exercise was replaced by another
torment.   All of their bodies were covered in a film of sweat from their
activities and carried several red handprints where Mr Garth had been
dissatisfied with them at various times.  No longer in his customary fatigues he
was now as naked as his six charges.  However, although in his natural state
alongside them, the differences  between them showed in their body language. 
His power was just the same.  He was still their instructor and had authority
over them.  They stood stiffly and respectfully to attention as he strutted
casually before them obviously aware that their eyes were instinctively drawn to
the long thick penis swinging before him. It reminded them of the trunk of a
baby elephant.  Barely erect as it was, it would still put most men to shame.     
	He stopped by young Laura, who immediately assumed an even greater
alertness and rigidity. 
	"Stick those tits out when I stand before you girl," he ordered seeing
her immediately thrust her small pear shaped orbs towards him.  "I'm big eh,
bigger than anything you've ever seen I bet," he smirked?
	"Yes Sir," she girl answered respectfully as his large brown hands
casually weighed and fondled her ripe breast fruit.
	"You may hold it, stroke it," he commanded.   The girl's slim hand
tentatively reached out to enfold the large pipe of flesh twitching and growing
somewhat under her small fingers.
	"On your knees and kiss it," he ordered.
	Rosemary guessed that he would know from her record that Laura had
Jewish ancestry and it obviously gave him an added satisfaction to see one of
his country's sworn enemies grovelling thus.  Her head, dark hair cascading onto
her slim white shoulders, bobbed below his scornful eyes and he felt her hot wet
mouth working on him.   He would know she must hate it - but also knowing she
had no choice. After a while he prodded one of her jiggling breasts with his
toe.
	"That'll do cock-sucker, you seem to have remembered some of the
techniques I was showing you earlier."  He ran his hands through the silken
stands of her hair as she still knelt before him.  "This will all need to be
shaved off soon.  The person who has tentatively asked for you to serve him
requires you bald I gather.  A shame in a way," he said casually as a far from
casual look of horror swept over the girl's face.  He ordered back to the line
of attentive beauty.
	"Right, next exercise, woman to woman," he clapped his hands.  A tear
trickled down Laura's round cheek as she stood back in line.  
	Now Rosemary and Carol were paired up.  The older woman had a dildo
strapped on and was busily and energetically pumping her loins between
Rosemary's splayed thighs.  Rosemary urgently clasped Carol's smooth back and
tight thrusting buttocks, running her fingers through the long dark hair.  They
exchanged deep passionate kisses, moaning softly above the lapping sounds of
their liquid passion.  
	"Ah, ooh, oooh, mmm," her hips jerked wantonly under Carol's pumping
thrusts.
	Mr Garth peered closely as Rosemary, with an arching quivering back,
gasped out her orgasm.  Seemingly satisfied with the genuine nature of the
climax he ordered them to reverse roles before strolling off to check on another
couple.
	It felt so strange for Rosemary, kneeling between Carol's spread thighs,
the black rubber dildo jutting towards her wondrous hair-fringed mauve delights.  
Both of their bodies were still covered in the sheen of passion from their last
encounter as she lay on top of the older woman, pressing their breasts together,
feeling the sharp peaks beneath hers.   Gingerly, unaccustomedly, she lined up
the protrusion at the ripe portals of Carol's sex before slowly easing forward,
hearing her tense and then gasp as the rubber slowly sank in.  The eager mouth
sought her own as her hips began pumping.  Remembering Mr Garth's instructions
to Carol, she reached down to grasp a cheek of her smooth, firm clenching bottom
in each hand, using it to aid her thrusts. 
	Carol's hands had now turned to talons down her back as her body bucked
and jerked under hers. Her tongue greedily invaded her mouth, just as her finger
similarly probed her anus. Understanding Rosemary's aversion to such a touch,
Carol only delved lightly into the sphincter until Mr Garth's next inspection.
	"In deeper girl, you know men like it there," he chastised, taking her
hand, making her push in deep, making Rosemary squirm uncomfortably.
	Next Rosemary had to kneel before the standing woman, clasping her
bottom, giving a second orgasm with her tongue.  Carol's sex was already hot and
sticky from the dildo but Mr Garth insisted she lick deeply and thoroughly, the
wiry pubic hair tickling her nose.
	"It's important that you can willingly use your mouth on a another woman
whether she dry or wet.  You must give pleasure on demand," he advised
solicitously. 
	Soon Carol came again, her hips jerking wildly in Rosemary's embrace.  
Then the positions were again reversed.  Rosemary's legs quivered as the
kneeling Carol's tongue and lips pleasured her deliciously, leaving her weak.
	The six hot, sticky Angels were lined up before Garth, chests heaving.
	"Now you're all warmed up - for my next demonstration," he pointed at
Rosemary, " you may massage me from neck to knees - you others watch carefully."
	He settled himself on the floor on his belly, folding his massive arms
as a pillow for his head on one side so that he could see the line of rigid
figures looking on attentively just as they must.
	The blonde knelt beside him.  In one movement he reached out to slap a
broad hand hard across one of her white thighs leaving a large red imprint.  She
gasped, looking at him with wide frightened, confused eyes.
	"You do not just get down beside me you stupid bitch, you kneel astride
me straddle me, your hands manipulating me and your whole body caressing mine."
	He sighed, as the warmth of her inner thighs slid down either side of
him.  Her pubic down softly brushed his muscled rump as she leaned forward.  The
hard tips of her breasts trailed up and down his spine as her hands began
kneading the hardness of his shoulder muscles.  She felt and smelt good, her
hair, her body her sexual scent from previous endeavours.  Needing little
initial direction, her hands pummelled, her fingers rubbing into him eliminating
any tenseness. 
	"Begin kissing and licking my neck."
	He sighed contentedly as her soft warm mouth pressed against his tense
flesh, feeling the hard tips of her breasts brushing his shoulders.  This one
was a real catch decided.	Now he directed her to move down to his rump and
soon felt nearly the entire length of her soft body on top of him.  Her swaying
breasts continued to rub against him as he ordered her fingers to probe between
his buttocks and into his anus.       
	"Fingers deep in there girl, delve, twist them. You've been finger
f---ed  there yourself now you do it to a man.  Kiss the cheeks, lick between
them."
	He sensed the slight hesitation, knowing she would be steeling herself
to obey.  Knowing that she had no choice simply added to his pleasure. He was in
heaven as her hot quick tongue darted into him, her hands manipulating the
muscles of his legs.  Despite his normal ability to control himself, he could
feel it was time to change tack or risk being unable to give the others the
benefit of his arousal.  This Western woman was sex on legs; he envied her
husband.
	"Other side now," he ordered, turning onto his back.
	Now he could actually see her quivering, swaying beauty as her hands
pressed down onto his chest, rubbing his nipples - which were nearly as erect as
her own pink buds. They created little electric circles of desire within him. 
He saw her eyes widen at the now erect length of him sticking up like a flagpole
from the black furry jungle of his groin.  It rose perpendicular like a
periscope beyond her navel, its root nestling against the dainty blonde strands
of her pubic hair.  Gradually her hands worked down over his flat belly towards
it until she was deftly sliding them up and down the shaft, her pink tongue
licking over her full red lips in anticipation.  In common with most Angels at
this point of their training he knew she was hot for him.
	"You may touch the tip with your tongue - just tickle it a little."
	She changed position to lower her lips to his huge erection.  Garth lay
back enjoying both the feel of her hot wet tongue flicking his throbbing glans
and also the sight of her head over his groin, her bobbing hair just tickling
him.
	"You may take it all into your mouth, slide it up and down a few times
and suck hard," he commanded.
	In addition to the previous pleasures was added the little slurping
sounds as her mouth worked on him avidly, sliding up and down. 
	"Enough, don't get too carried away little whore," he eventually barked. 
In reality he knew it was he who should heed that warning. "Not too bad I
suppose - you'll improve with training," he added dismissively trying to play
down her sensual expertise.  It didn't help discipline or training if a girl to
felt she was too good.  "You may squat astride me, give me a few quick pumps."
 	She needed no second bidding, pushing back to squat over him on the
balls of her feet, her sex lips pouting.  Without hesitation she lowered her
haunches to impale herself with a squish.  He twitched as her velvet heat
enveloped him like a tight wet glove and she began bouncing up and down, eyes
half closed and her breasts dancing wildly with her rapid movements.  The mauve
slash of her sex lips beneath the soft down pouted as he flicked her nipples.
	"Enough now," he tried to disguise the croak of lust in his voice,
ordering her off after a few thrusts.  His penis glistened from her juices and
the moistness of her sex as she reluctantly raised her haunches. The frustration
was etched into her wide green eyes. " I think it's ... your turn," he snapped
his fingers at Linda, the blonde hairdresser. "On your back, legs high and wide,
spread up behind your ears," he brusquely ordered.
	His erection quivered in excitement as the beauty immediately lay down
to assume the undignified yet erotic position.  Her pretty face flushed as she
lay back raised and parted her legs to allow the ripe lips of her sex to pout
enticingly at him from within their furry fringe.  The rosebud of her puckered
ring practically winked at him below.  Looking round at the others, he casually
slapped her taut buttocks, temporarily leaving her in the most exposed position
possible for a woman.
	"I think I'll first have you all exercise control together," he decided.
"Michelle, Nancy,"  he pointed to the two male trainees, " flat on your backs,
hands on your heads." As they obeyed, their arousal from the scenes enacted
around them was quite obvious. "You two," he pointed to Carol and Lindsey, kneel
astride them, keep your hands on your heads too."
	The two beautiful women padded softly across to the prone figures,
Lindsey straddling Mark, leaving Carol to sink onto the blonde youth, Nancy. 
The faces of the two women were tight with apprehensive tension as a stiff
erection jutted up before their parted thighs to touch each quivering belly. 
Garth, smiled inwardly, he could imagine the feelings of the men as, forbidden
to use their hands, the warm, soft, furry nest of each beautiful woman settled
on their upper thighs. 
	"Remember this is an exercise in control," Garth declared. "You boys
will use your fingers for a few moments on your partner to get them as warmed up
as you two obviously are.  Girls, keep your hands on your heads," he instructed
the two kneeling figures.
	Garth could appreciate the lust tearing at men as they stroked and
probed the ripe sex lips of the women kneeling on them.  They would feel the
kiss of the silken flesh touching them, their warmth building, erections
throbbing - yet forbidden to use them.  The women would need little stimulation
though.  He knew from past experience that by just watching, and being involved
in, such activities during the long afternoon lessons brought most women to a
state of arousal anyway.  Lindsey and Carol now had their eyes closed, their
hips beginning to gyrate their hips under the manipulations of the fingers.
	"Enough! Hands back on heads Nancy and Michelle," he ordered as the
women slumped in frustration, biting their lips. "Now ladies, kneel up and take
them into you - right in, then remain still, hands back on head."
	They raised their haunches, slim fingers closing around throbbing roots,
guiding them between their pouting sex lips and slowly sinking back down.  The
mouths of all four participants gaped as soft warm flesh enclosed the hard
spears of desire.  Their hands were white bands of tension as they longed to
leave their necks to caress and hold their partner, to assist loins aching for
release.
	"Control is important, you do not come before your new owners unless
they tell you to.  So, whilst Nancy and Michelle remain still, you ladies,
without using your hands will give three long thrusts of your butts, then remain
still until I tell you.  Then three more; I shall know if anyone comes - and
that person will go into the punishment book. Begin."
	It was an exercise in refined sexual torment.  Garth knew the tortured
expressions crossing each of their four faces, gaping mouths, tongues circling
lips, eyes screwed shut, spoke volumes. The men longed to sit up, clasp the
buttocks straddling them, thrust up deeper into the liquid heat enclosing their
manhood, kiss the arousal on each pretty, wanton face.  The women would want to
lean forwards pumping their loins to rub the root embedded in them against the
bud lying neglected between their love lips, caress the muscular chest, kiss the
mouth awash with desire, consummate the passion threatening to burst their
veins.  Instead, fists clenched whitely, they all had to perform under the
orchestration of the grinning Arab. 
	"No more moving, hold those positions until I've finished over here,"
Garth instructed after several minutes of torment.  He heard the sob in their
throats as he turned back to Linda.          
   	"Now a little lubrication," he smiled, expertly locating her waiting
clitoris and rubbing it into a hard little bud of anticipation. 
	"Hmmm," she moaned, quivering, eyes closed as his palm slid up and down
her ripe sex.  A finger bent within into the hot, moist heat, probing the soft
flesh. Without further ado he knelt up, replacing his finger with over ten
inches of thick, twitching hardness. "Ugggh," the grunt was torn from her as he
thrust to the hilt deep inside her waiting honey-pot, feeling her warmth
envelope and grip him.
	"Legs down, roll on your side so we face each other keeping me within
you," he gave his curt demands, all choice denied her.
	Linda needed no prompting to keep him within her.  Gasping slightly she
manoeuvred herself into the position required, reaching towards him. 
	  "No!"  He snapped, making her flinch. "You don't touch or move, you
too must exercise control.  Clasp your hands on your neck and don't move them. 
You don't come either.  You learn self-control, those you must please may want
to test you like this - make you wait."
	An expert, he thrust his hips forward, sliding deep into her liquid
delights, then tantalisingly withdrawing, feeling her automatically move towards
him, to keep him there. He wagged his finger until she subsided, her face awash
with arousal and promise if he sank back into her.  However, that was not to be. 
Keeping just his tip inside her, his finger went into the cleft of her buttocks,
feeling them automatically contract as he probed the tight heat of her hidden
entrance.  Again he wagged a finger and she relaxed to allow him to probe.  As a
reward, he thrust fully into her, impaling, staying deep within her as she
shuddered around him, mouth gaping, urging him with her eyes to finish her.  It
was not to be.
	"You've been fed enough," he began pulling out, feeling her sex
practically sucking him back.  It was to no avail, he withdrew with a 'plop,'
her face collapsing in frustration.  "On your back again, legs back behind your
ears.  Show the others your little, hot, wet wares," he smiled at the two other
couples straddling each other, motionless, as the gasping blonde obeyed.  
	A surge of pleasure flowed into Rosemary's belly when Mr Garth finished
with Linda and looked at her.
	"OK, maybe some more now eh," he relented and teased, calling her back. 
"Lay on me, girls on top, girl power eh," he laughed at the emotions on her
beautiful, shining and flushed face, "and remember your voice."
	Rosemary obediently lay full length on him, pressing her lushness
against hid hard torso as she must. Carefully she arranged herself, his erection
stiffly protruding upwards between her spread thighs like a flagpole.
	"You may stroke my hair, tell me you love me as you raise yourself to
take me in."
	She undulated on him, stroking his handsome head, smelling his
masculinity, feeling his stubble.
	"Oh, Sir, I-I love you and want you - in me, please." She whispered the
adoration between kisses, like a lover.  In truth she knew it was only partially
faked; the man was a sexual dynamo.
	Slowly she raised her haunches in an arch, curving her bottom
provocatively.  Wriggling her hips slightly she gasped as she captured the
object of her desire, felt his knob at the end of the long stiffness touch the
wet softness of her waiting sex lips.  Her mouth opening in animal lust she
slowly slid back down on him her aching loins feeling wonderfully stretched
again.
	With closed eyes she began to undulate like a pink serpent, then desire
rising and control sinking, jerking her hips faster, pumping. Ignoring the part
of her mind which reminded her that she was performing an intimate sexual act
with someone she hardly knew and before an audience of, probably now secretly
scornful or jealous women.  She let her body dictate matters. What did it matter
she thought?  She just wanted him, now.  Didn't she after all deserve some
pleasure after this hell she had willingly put herself into to rescue Penny?
	At the thought of her sister, the rational part of her mind regained
some control. These bastards had her and no doubt put her through all this too. 
And here her rescuer was, rutting with one of her kidnappers.
	"Ughh," his manhood was swelling still further, its base rubbing her
already inflamed sex bud into a greater frenzy. Did rational thought matter
right now, she wondered?        
	"Enough," Mr Garth managed to exercise control. "Slide up, you're not to
come yet."
	"Huh, please," she whimpered, but nevertheless arching back up a little,
the matter of her pleasure being taken completely out of her hands again.
	"Up more, just the knob left in please, nothing more."
	Gritting her teeth in frustration she raised herself, feeling his
hugeness easing from her.  She felt suddenly empty, just his pulsing knob
trapped within her sex.  Mentally she pleaded with him not to make release that
last part of him.  She wanted him so badly, so shamefully.
	"One full stroke - slowly - then stop again where you are," he ordered
with a mocking grin.
	Groaning, she lowered herself taking him all in, gripping him with her
muscles. Only when his eyes began to challenge her delay did she reluctantly
slide back up to again leave his tip within her quivering haunches.
	"Again, but no hesitation this time."
	He was a master torturer, but somehow she obeyed. She bit her lip, eyes
imploring his. He was taking her to the shoreline but forbidding her to enter
the warm orgasmic sea beyond. "You want to be f---ed?"
	"Please yes Sir." No longer did she care about the circumstances or the
audience.
	He kept her there for a full minute, a taut arch of tension longing for
fulfilment, twitching.  Her sex lips gripped just the fraction of an inch
allowed her whilst she marvelled at his own self-control.
	"All right then, as a reward," he relented with a mocking grin. "Jump
onto me clasp your thighs around my hips."
	In almost a dream-like state she reluctantly disengaged all together but
rapidly leapt at the huge man- mountain and felt his hands catch and hold her
tight buttocks.  He slowly, deliciously, impaled her on the spear of his desire.
Gasping, she could feel his huge throbbing length sliding into her again,
filling and stretching delightfully.
	Without needing any second bidding she wrapped her arms around his huge
gleaming torso, pressing her softness against his muscled hardness.  Her toes
alternatively clenched and stretched where they were entwined with his thighs as
he gripped and pumped her loins.
	"Ugh, ugh, yes yeees."
	She became a wanton sexual animal, grunting with teeth-baring passion.
Never before could she recall a man such as him, his huge length throbbed and
pulsed within her.  Nor could she recall having previously reached such a stage
of pleasure in such a short time.
	"Yeeees, mmmm." Head thrown back, sinews taut, she gasped her
abandonment against his musky neck.
	Whilst his hands grasped and thrust her clenching buttocks up and down
on him like a cocktail shaker, one of his long fingers was flicking the enlarged
bud by her pleasure portals.  At the same time his mouth was alternately sucking
the hard red tips of her breasts deep into his mouth, nibbling deliciously or
exploring her own hot willing mouth. Then, slightly easing the hot sticky
epicentre of her pleasure off him a little, he teased her, withdrawing somewhat.
	"How much of it is in you little one? Guess."
	"Urghh," Rosemary gasped desperately trying to grip the withdrawing
bulbous head with her vaginal lips and suck it back in, he was torturing her
again, showing off his control. "Er, six inches - Sir," she panted wildly
knowing she had to say something or risk losing everything.
	"No, I think a little less than that - and less still now," he teased
easing slightly further out of her, his huge hands easily preventing her
clenching buttocks from descending over his throbbing root.  "Guess again."
	"Two in-inches Sir," she squirmed, panting, helpless with desire and
frustration only feeling the tip of him in her now.
	"Pretty close, I'm not sure whether to let you have the rest again or
not," he pretended to consider.  "Maybe if you beg me using the dirtiest,
filthiest words you know - like the street whore you are -, I'll f__k you.  Go
ahead girl."
	"Pl-please f-f__k m-me Sir, give me more, f-k the arse of me."  Rosemary
whispered the private 'bedroom' words, unaccustomed to public consumption,
against his chest, pressing and writhing her sticky body against him.
 	"Louder whore, continue, and keep repeating them."
	"Please f__k me hard Sir, please Sir, give me more, push more into me,
into my.... my," she  faltered after gasping the reluctant words for all to
hear.
	"Well into what," he bellowed?    "My c--t, my c--," she now screamed,
her throbbing bud inflamed by his flicking finger whilst her womanhood ached for
his purple love stick. "Please Sir f--k me hard, fill my c--t.
	Without finesse or warning he suddenly thrust her buttocks down,
impaling her with a liquid squelch.
	"Ooohh, argghhh, mmmmmm, uh, uh, uh," she gasped as he expertly pumped
her aching limbs up and down on his piston, feeling it feeling and stretching
her eager hole. 
	Her nipples were inflamed, solid buds of throbbing tingling desire as
her lips pressed against Mr Garth's huge torso sucking the rubbery tip of his
nipples into her mouth, her teeth nibbling him.  One of her long slender fingers
stabbed into the rock hard cleft between his tight buttocks feeling the man-
mountain jerk as she delved past his sphincter ring - giving him everything she
could.  The thrusting of his hips and the movement of his knowledgeable fingers
became faster.
	"You obviously need a good f---ing girl.  Better than you've had
before?" he enquired almost politely?
	"Y-yes, Sir," she somehow managed to reply truthfully in her lust,
before continuing to plead for his cock.  "Ugh, ugh, f__k me hard please f__k me
hard Sir, fill my c__t. Ugh, ugh," she gasped in unison with his powerful
thrusts."  
	Wild, wet and wanton, she was happy to lose control and responsibility
for her actions, surrender to  this Arab stallion.
 	"Bigger than what you've had before eh?" he smiled possessively, knowing
he had the woman where he wanted her.
	"Ugh, ugh, please f-f__k me hard, yes Sir - bigger," she whispered as
she bounced on the huge brown trunk which she needed deep inside  her so much.
	"And am I the best f__k you've had girl?  Say it."
	"Yes, Sir, the best f__k, pleeease f__k me hard," she moaned - a
conquered woman.
	"Here it comes girl," he roared.
	"Arghh, hahh, hahh, hmmmmmm, " she gasped breathless, panting her
intense orgasmic pleasure shamelessly before all of the others as Mr Garth
expanded and exploded within her. 
	Her gripping sex lips practically closed around his throbbing torpedo,
sucking him dry and deep into her, taking his seed willingly.  Delicately her
breasts bounced and quivered, as she pressed her sticky body against him, closed
eyes wet with desire, her long lashes fluttering against his heaving chest.  She
hardly noticed the look of tortured desire on fellow Angel, Mark's face as he
watched her performance with a mixture of pleasure and frustration, obviously
wishing he was in the place of the huge Arab.

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	"I should mention that it is customary," intoned Mr Garth solemnly a few
minutes later at the end of the session, "for each Angel to present your main
female supervisors, either Miss Mitzie or Miss Wang, with small gifts as a token
of your thanks for their training."  He smiled at the looks flitting across
their faces.  They were looks which daren't transmit themselves into the words
they would like to use to describe the endeavours of the two female sadists and
their treatment of them.
	"Of course it isn't compulsory but I have known instances of those who
forget this little courtesy not passing out and having to spend another few
weeks here with the next intake." He smiled again at the despair on their faces,
their inner turmoil, imagining the prospect of going through the course again. 
"I know you have limited scope for giving gifts but some girls present, for
instance, a pair of knickers embroidered with their name and a thank you
message.  Your own knickers will be returned to you in order that you can
embroider them in the evenings in your boxes.  Or you may wish to inscribe,
neatly, a cane or whip," he offered as an alternative.
	Rosemary's shoulders slumped as she tried to grapple with the pressure
of this added requirement.  Evenings before the punishment parade were a
precious period of studying poetry for Miss Wang's lessons.  Alternatively they
allowed permissible talk for the trainees to discuss the entertainment they
would have to put on for the staff and guests.  It transpired that Lindsey had
been a professional dancer who applied to Lavery because she thought it would
enhance her career!  Thus the Italian beauty was given the role of co-ordinating
the show.  The Angels desperately used and needed every such minute allotted.   
	The rough plan, before the imposed curtain of silence descended again,
was agreed.  Some Angels would sing a selection of the karaoke songs available
in camp whilst others would dance.  They had to think through their routines
privately in readiness for the next opportunity of discussion.  None doubted
that any bad gaffes during the show would go unpunished.    Now Rosemary and the
others had also to somehow find time to make gifts for the two women who
tormented them so!




	                         CHAPTER  9





	Forming a little convoy, Rosemary marched obediently with a guard in
front of her and one behind.  She was conscious of her hindquarters swinging
sexily under the short white dress with her movements and the guard occasionally
patting her undulating bottom.
	~Nice arse girlie,~ he whispered crudely, fingers curling under her
dress and buttock cheeks to brush her dark heat.	
	Stifling a woman's natural urge to pull away and berate the perpetrator
she had to simply accept such attentions. Worse though was her fear at the break
in routine from resting in her coffin-bed before seeking refuge in sleep, and
the unexpected summons to Miss Mitzie's quarters.  What had she done wrong?  Her
belly quaked in dread.
	"Come," the voice of the Negress drifted lazily from behind the large
oak door at the guard's knock.
	"Stay silent, obey Miss Mitzie in whatever she says," he gruffly
advised, pushing open the door.  	She continued the high-stepping march
into the centre of the room until the door closed behind her.  Then uncertainly
she stumbled to a stop. It felt so unnatural, ridiculous to continue doing so in
the intimate atmosphere of the bedroom. 
	The Negress reclined on a large bed in a short nightdress, a glass of
wine in her hand.  Her eyes lazily roamed over the beautiful blonde standing
before her.  
	"Welcome, I've-I've been expecting you," she slurred raising her glass
and sipping from it. 	Rosemary's spirits sank further and her fear grew.  The
woman in whose power she found herself was drunk, and might push things beyond
reasonable limits. "Come closer little one, stand here," she pointed to the
floor just before her. 	Chewing her lip, Rosemary obeyed, her fists clenched in
tension by her side as the woman's eyes swept over her.
	"Do you find me attractive?" Miss Mitzie purred, running her hands down
her own body, over the muscled arms and legs, smoothing her breasts and over her
belly.
	Not knowing what to say, Rosemary nodded gulping in dread as the nipples
of the Negress formed into two hard cones jutting through the thin material of
her nightie. Below, she could see the dark profusion of black curly hair where
the active hands had pushed away the covering.  A deep smell of musk permeated
the room. She was certainly a fine specimen of womanhood, an athlete.  However,
apart from the experimentation's of youth and the enforced, and albeit somewhat
enjoyable, lesbians lessons here, Rosemary was heterosexual.
	"That's such a pretty little dress Trixie, smooth it over your body,
tightly, show your curves," she was commanded.
	It felt so strange in the present circumstances to run her hands over
herself but she knew she had no choice.  Again though, came the tiny and secret
twinges of pleasure that the woman, despite being her tormentor, so obviously
enjoyed her doing so, pleased that she gave such pleasure - even to another
woman.  It gave her a modicum of control she supposed.
	"Take it off now." The voice was husky.
	She stood naked and uncertain before the dark twinkling eyes devouring
her.  Never had she seen or imagined Miss Mitzie in such a state. 	
	Mitzie felt pleasantly drunk.  She had arranged a rare liaison with
Garth but a change of his duties had prevented its consummation.  Although not a
lesbian, she was bisexual, and had certainly enjoyed the young girls, Copper and
Tinkerbelle. Now she had decided to seek solace with one of the most beautiful
Angels presently in the camp.  Serving her would also assist the girl's training
she justified.
	"Twirl for me Trixie, and keep turning, slowly."
	Mitzie's strumming fingers found increasing warmth and moisture between
her legs as the beauty revealed all before her eyes.  The shadows in the room
played lovely games over the pale skin, down the delightful dip of her spine to
the swelling of her hindquarters.  Enticingly the breasts, with their red-tipped
buds, danced in and out of view. Impishly, she reached out to lightly slap the
firm bottom, feeling the silken texture flinch under her hand, delighting in the
girl's little yelp as she nevertheless continued to obediently turn.
	"Kneel here before me girl," she suddenly instructed, watching with
satisfaction as the girl, correctly interpreting the beginnings of her frown,
quickly clasped her hands to her head.   
	How she drunk in the resigned apprehension in the wide eyes, inches from
hers.  She was basically in this job for the money but, if she was honest with
herself, it was rather good to have such a sophisticated and beautiful Western
woman so totally under her thumb.
	"I'm glad you remember your training, and your instructions Trixie," she
sighed, idly stroking and cupping one of the breasts jutting proudly with her
posture. "You also know that your purpose is to serve, to make whoever demands
it feel that you live only for them, that you love them.  Anything less is a
failure on your part, and more importantly Lavery's. So, for tonight, you love
me and want to do anything and everything to prove that to me.  Start by
initiating the action, take off my nightdress, kiss me and whisper nice things
to me, as a man would to a woman.  Pretend you are a man if you like. Worship
me." 	
	Mitzie lay back in heaven as the girl's soft body pressed against her. 
The lips continually sought her own, nuzzling, licking.
	"I want to please you, I love you Mistress," Rosemary whispered, lightly
nibbling her ears whilst her hands cupped the black breasts, then slid down over
belly to the moisture she would find below.
	Needing no further instruction, the beautiful hindquarters lifted
slightly to straddle one of her ebony legs, gripping it, rubbing. Mitzie was
both surprised and pleased to feel a corresponding heat and wetness against her
thigh.  She languidly reached out to hold the blonde head, and stroke down each
delicate joint to the spine until she gripped the tight clenching buttocks under
her hands.  Urgently she now began to return the girl's kisses, their tongues
entwining, as were their limbs, white and black, melding and crushing together. 
She crooked a finger into the cool cleft between the buttocks, feeling the
blonde tense, then squirm deliciously as she neared the puckered ring.
	"It may not be your favourite but you will make your partner believe
your little botty was made to receive him or her if they wish it," Mitzie
breathed.
	She felt the girl force herself to relax as her digit pushed against the
tightness of her sphincter.  It was so good to explore a girl this way she
considered, as indeed she knew did many men in this country. The hot sheath
gripped her finger, trying in vain to reject the intruder pushing relentlessly
in.
	"There's a girl, relax, work with me, now squeeze," she sighed, fanning
her other fingers over the clenching cheeks between which her finger was now
firmly embedded.
	 Indeed, the blonde's cute little arse did again begin writhing against
her, and she assisted it from within, feeling the tightness, bending and
stretching around her. When she finally withdrew from her anus, the wet and
willing mouth slid down her breasts.  Mitzie gasped, as the teeth nipped and
chewed, teasing the hardness of her nipples.  Then slowly, oh so slowly, the
lips eased down her fluttering belly until they met her woman's lips and began
sucking. 
	"Oh aaah, yees."  she gasped and cried, bucking wildly as the pink
tongue darted into her, alternatively sucking the straining bud of her clitoris,
rolling and chewing. 
	The two women lay slaked in each other's arms, white against black until
the early hours.  The only sounds in the room their steady breathing and the
occasional touch of flesh against flesh. 
	

Rosemary continued, as she presumed she must, to hold her tormentor, to kiss the
dark face and throat before her, pressing herself against her as if they were
lovers.  Blushing in the darkness, she knew that, to all intents and purposes,
they were lovers.  She had not, dared not, hold back.  Despite the horrid finger
again up her bottom she had shamefully climaxed too, her moans submerged by
those of Miss Mitzie - what had she become? 
	Maybe she could turn this to her advantage, the Negress could be a
friend, heaven knows she needed one here.  Could there be some reward for her? 
Possibly she could somehow dare ask after Penny?  Perhaps they could be together
soon? Was the woman was just feigning sleep, testing her reaction?  Unable to
relax sufficiently to sleep herself, she didn't know what else to do beside hold
the black Goddess.  What would happen though if Miss Mitzie slept all night and
someone found her here?  Gently she jiggled the amazon beside her. Thankfully
the woman began to emerge from sleep's cocoon.  However, before Rosemary could
try out any of her rehearsed words, any thoughts of gratitude or possibly the
promise of preferential treatment were dashed.
	"Your training is over for now. I've known better," Miss Mitzie lied,
"but you weren't too bad I suppose - for a Western slut.  Next time though -
with whatever partner - I expect more spontaneity.  Now, get dressed my little
whore, hurry," she slapped the delightful curve of her victim's bottom as she
rose hurriedly from the bed.
	Rosemary managed to hide a woman's natural, hurtful resentment and loss
of pride at the rejection and put-down.  Having literally prostituted herself,
given her all, she was taken aback at the sudden change in attitude, holding
back an almost tearful retort.  The alcohol had worn off and 'play time' was
over she guessed.
	"You march silently back to your quarters ahead of me, now," Miss Mitzie
snapped, binding her wrists in the customary manner, perhaps angry that her
guard had been momentarily down.
	Although knowing she had been used, Rosemary was grateful to be able to
snatch a few hours sleep before the rigours of the next day began again.   
	 

	

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	"Today a holiday for staff and you no have normal duties - a day off. 
You maybe have time to work on presents for lady tutors, or rehearse for show."
	Panting, after the normal morning pt exercises, Rosemary felt her
spirits lift slightly at the announcement from Mr Ho.   She knew it was a false
dream but she never wanted to see those tracks again where her team had toiled
for so many hours in pointless labour, nor the hateful classroom under Miss
Wang's tuition.  At least a day's break was a precious gift.
	"However, staff often wish to use Angels for domestic chores.  You maybe
required after breakfast.  Miss Wang also want you learn these for lessons in
two days."  With a mocking grin he handed out another sheaf of text, taking away
the offering of a respite as soon as it was given.
	Rosemary barely had precious time to study the poem, discuss the show
and continue work on her gift before one of the fluttering Chinese office girls
arrived with a guard.  She, Lindsey, Linda  and Kate were selected in this first
batch.  Each had their wrists cuffed to their collars, lifting their small
dresses to their buttocks, before the guard gruffly marched them out.  He
angrily flicked their shrinking flesh, obviously not best pleased to be on duty
over a holiday. 
	Marching through the camp they encountered Miss Mitzie and Miss Wang. 
It came as almost a shock for Rosemary to see the two, dressed in casual attire,
with colourful blouses and skirts.  Obviously heading for a day on the town,
they were chattering like schoolgirls as they walked together arm in arm, making
her and the others feel almost as if they were intruding as they marched by. She
wondered idly how 'close' her two tormentors were?
	"Hi, we're off to the local," Miss Mitzie smiled to the office girl who
accompanied them, "will you be there?" she enquired, not even glancing at the
three Angels.
	"I've got a couple of things to do here then I off duty," the girl
explained, "what time you think of moving on from there?"
	Their bright, cheery conversation continued in total contrast to the
three beautiful girls, bound and continually marching on the spot under the eye
of an armed guard.  It was as if they weren't there, invisible, or were from
another world unconnected with freedom and normality.  Indeed, that was the
case, and it only served to make Rosemary even more aware of a lifestyle once
taken for granted but now denied her.   It was almost with some relief when Miss
Mitzie and Wang wandered off and she could resume her journey.
	The quiet Oriental office girl knocked reverently on a door opened by Mr
Ho.  A fat Chinese woman peered from behind him.   All were invited in.
	The woman, apparently Mr Ho's wife, examined them closely, scowling at
the four Angels possibly trying to decide which would best suit her.  She
selected Linda.  After her wrists had been un-cuffed by the office girl, she had
to respectfully stand to attention whilst the fat woman gave out her orders. The
others remained cuffed, totally ignored, whilst Mrs Ho offered the Chinese
assistant some tea.  
	Linda firstly had to trim Mr Ho's remaining hair. Then, the three
Chinese chatted pleasantly sipping their tea and relaxing in easy chairs eating
chocolates.  Linda meanwhile was on her hands and knees scrubbing.  Rosemary
could see that it was backbreaking work and the fat woman had ordered the whole
floor scrubbed spotless.
	As she and the other Angels were at last being escorted out Mr Ho spoke
to his wife, wrinkling his nose and pointing at the kneeling toiling figure. 
The plump woman nodded and addressed the skivvy.  "My husband say your dress get
dirty.  I agree.  Take off now, wash it when you do other clothes, then while
hanging up to dry - you cook."       
 	"Yes Miss,"  Rosemary heard her whisper, blushing with shame in the
domestic setting but immediately drawing off the garment and including it with
the others in the wash.  She just had time to see the beautiful hairdresser's
bare breasts and bottom jiggling with effort as she again knelt before the door
closed - and they resumed their journey.
	Their next port of call was Mr Garth's rooms and Rosemary felt her pulse
quickening.  Maybe, compared to the alternative of Mr Ho, this would not be too
bad. 

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Garth eyed the three beauties presented to him.  He pretended that he was about
to select Rosemary, seeing the expectancy in her eyes, but then held back.  He
turned to Lindsey and Kate, leaving the blonde still bound and rejected .
	"Ah, Dixie. Would you please strip Flasher," he asked almost politely of
Lindsey,  "I have duties for you both."   Watching a crestfallen, rejected
Rosemary being led from the room by the Chinese girl he felt a delicious sense
of power. 
	Having had her clothes removed by the Italian, Kate now knelt with her
hindquarters high in the air, nose to the floor as Garth thrust his large
manhood into her love cavity from behind.  It looked, he thought, like a long,
fat brown sausage protruding between two perfectly rounded potatoes.  He slid
fully into her liquid heat making her grunt with pure animal pleasure as, with a
squelch, he filled her stretched sex lips.  Her small white hands were balled
into the carpet as he expertly played tunes with her body.  He crushed and
squeezed her large hanging breasts and his other hand, clutching an ice cube,
stroked down from the velvet skin at the nape of her neck down every joint of
her arched spine to the brown puckered ring and up and again.  Kate's mouth was
wide and slack with lust, but her closed eyes jerked open when she heard a knock
at the door.  	
	"Come," Garth called - to her obvious discomfort.
 	Still fully embedded, he looked up from the delightful swelling
hour-glass of her bottom with the fur fringed lips below, gripping him tightly,
to see Mrs Leilla keeping her appointment with him.  "I'm just putting Flasher
through her paces - mixing business with pleasure, all part of her training. 
She's not bad I suppose," he said dismissively.  "I was then going to service
Dixie here," he pointed to Lindsey, kneeling on the floor besides Kate. "Would
you like to have her instead?" he offered generously.
	"Fine.  Perhaps I'll sample her tongue whilst you poke her," the elegant
Arab woman said crudely? " Then we'll go for that drive you promised? my husband
is away on business."
	"Sounds good to me, I'll just finish this one off," Mr Garth agreed,
uncaring of Kate's bruised sensitivities.
	Urgently now, he began pumping long and deep into the blushing, shamed
girl, his belly slapping her bouncing buttocks whilst his free hand slid over
her belly to roll her bud between his fingers.  She jerked, panting in his clasp
and within moments was at the brink.
	"Aaaghhhh," head thrown back, she gasped her shuddering orgasm through
clenched teeth as he skewered her sex with a final deep thrust before
withdrawing his glistening, erect pole to point almost accusingly at Lindsey.
	With a rustle of silk, Mrs Leilla lifted her skirt to remove her pants
and stood right before the kneeling Italian.  She gripped a hank of long brown
hair, jerking up the head to stare down at the bleak despairing eyes below her.
	"Use you tongue well - as I have taught you girl," she purred, thrusting
her hairy and now damp crutch into the upturned face of the girl, keeping a
tight hold of the hair. 
	"Spread your legs, wider," demanded Garth as he approached the kneeling
figure from behind, flicking up her short dress to reveal a gorgeous bottom.
	"Uggghh," Lindsey gave a muffled gasp into Mrs Leilla's hairiness as she
was brusquely penetrated.
	He winked into Leilla's expectant face whilst the brown head bobbed
against her crutch, her hands still tightly gripping the girl's hair.  As with
Kate, he mauled Lindsey's bouncing breasts, reaching under her dress with one
hand whilst playing tunes with her clitoris with the other.  The plump sex lips
soon became wet and warm under his touch, her loins jerking to an orgasm in time
with Leilla's own pleasure.  A good result thought Garth. 
	He toyed with the idea of also letting himself come but decided instead
to save it for Leilla later that day.  Besides, he didn't normally let himself
fully go with the Angels, Rosemary had been an exception the other afternoon. 
Briefly he wondered what she was doing now, and why Mr Sampson had asked for her
himself?     
	
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In another part of the camp Mr Sampson, on his private terrace, relaxed on a sun
lounger sipping a cold beer.  One of the fluttering Chinese office staff girls
brought in Rosemary, 'Trixie' he corrected himself.  Her wrists being fastened
to her neck collar, her uplifted breasts pushed right through her thin white
dress, most of her cleavage on view.  She was magnificent he though, a beautiful
sensual animal.  	 Barely acknowledging her arrival, simply requesting the
Chinese girl release her wrists before leaving them alone, he remained lying in
the shade, eyes closed for five minutes during which he knew the blonde was
standing silently and rigidly to attention in her skimpy outfit.
	Some instinct, or intuition, had made him request this particular girl
be brought to him; it was a sense he ignored at his peril.  He slightly opened
one eye to regard her, confirming his earlier impressions of her beautiful; one
of the best he had.  He had often seen her in the distance or on film, naked,
sweating and straining around the place but now she looked even better standing
for his attention, close up - in the flesh as it were. Knowing her background
from the records he had an admiration for her too and something had told him she
could be useful to him - and him to her! 
	Then more cogs clicked in his mind producing the memory of another girl
with similarities to this one.  As he lay regarding her, more pieces of the
jigsaw fell into place.  An outline plot began hatching in his fertile mind to
solve a problem he had become aware of recently and had been wrestling with. 
	His general sense of wellbeing was also emphasised by the power he knew
he was exercising over the waiting woman.   He was not a natural sadist but one
is influenced by ones surroundings he thought.  Originally he had run this place
as a training centre for subversion and terrorism and he was a tough leader of
men.  For that he had to be harsh and cruel at times, which he supposed gave him
a good grounding for this.  When the camp was no longer required to carry out
it's original function, and lost its state sponsorship, the spirit of free
enterprise kept it intact.
	This then was his Lavery organisation for rich clients around the world
who wanted beautiful Westerners, mainly women, selected and trained to their
satisfaction somewhere secluded.  With the money on offer he willingly stayed on
in charge of the place and by recruiting the right helpers ensured that his
charges were put through their paces.  Ostensibly it was a form of parole for a
few months but he suspected that their servitude sometimes continued for longer.  
It might not be how he originally saw himself developing but, running this place
despite possible problems now developing with some members of the Lavery staff,
surely had its good points he thought. 
	 "Here girl - pour me a drink, " he at last acknowledged her presence. 
	"Yes Sir," she responded softly, carefully handing him another cool
glass of beer. 
	Knowing from her records that she was a rich, headstrong and influential
woman, he was impressed with her present demeanour.   He felt a hardening
beneath his swim trunks as her lush breasts were all but revealed when she bent
to hand him the drink.  He guessed that she might have expected from her
previous lifestyle for their roles to be reversed.  Thus why not impress on her
that it was not the case now, enjoy himself a little he thought - a perk of the
job.   He casually reached out to slide a strap of her dress off a creamy
shoulder.
	"Take it off and then remove my trunks."
	He detected a momentary flash of outrage and resistance in her wide
green eyes before she re-established control.  Blushing, but without hesitation,
she divested herself of the skimpy dress to reveal her full glory.  Her body was
magnificent, the lush breasts with red tips bobbed delightfully with her
movements.  She had perfectly rounded buttocks, a flat belly and long slender
thighs, leading to the curly blonde down triangle within which her sex lips
peeked coyly.  Yes he readily appreciated the similarities to the other girl. 
Stooping, her cool hands went fluttering, uncertainly to the waistband of his
trunks.  He lifted himself to allow her to slide them off, shivering with
pleasure as her fingers carefully lifted his thickening member to allow her to
remove the trunks.    
	"Sit astride my lap, Trixie, then hold my prick, you'll suck it
presently," he decreed, again noting how she immediately quelled the instinctive
outrage which initially passed over her proud face.  
	Although he had full use of the countless women who passed through his
hands there certainly was no doubting the extra special quality of this one. 
She was a sophisticated intelligent and brave beauty, who now sat elegantly
astride his brown thighs, her mauve fringed lips hot against his legs.   Gently
and erotically her slim hand moved to his penis, white fingers curling around it
as if with a large chocolate bar.  She caressed it gently as she no doubt knew
she must - probably suspecting this was another test.
	"Begin sucking."
	Although she was a fruit which he could harvest at will from the
plentiful orchard of the camp, Mr Sampson was indeed particularly impressed with
her apparent eagerness, beauty and expertise.  He was in heaven, imbedded within
the warm pink aperture of her oval lips, seeing her blonde head bobbing and
sliding up and down the length of his shaft.  In addition to the exquisite
combined sucking nibbling and tickling action around his glans was the electric
throb of desire from below.  Her finger was shamelessly delving, pushing into
the rubber ring of his anus, twisting turning, inflaming the cluster of nerves
around his sphincter.  He didn't think he could hold out much longer
	His penis was like a huge throbbing beast in Rosemary's distended mouth. 
Having now began to service the large Negro, Mr Sampson, the man who virtually
owned her and called all the shots she reminded herself, it wasn't, she
realised, all bad.  He was big, clean and exuded pure power.  Sucking and
nibbling diligently she could not recall seeing a larger erection  - except
perhaps on Mr Garth. 
	It made her recall a recent lesson in love she had attended in which
Miss Mitzie gave instruction in oral sex.  Those penises were indeed larger, but
they were not real.  The five girls and the lad they called Nancy were kneeling
naked with their wrists cuffed behind their backs to their collars.  Before each
of them jutted a huge black phallus, each was fixed in a line within a large
computer type cabinet. 
	Miss Mitzie assured them that the protrusions looked, tasted and felt
like the real thing.  She explained that the object of this exercise was to be
the first one, using the mouth only, to make the penis spurt its contents, which
must all be swallowed.  They were programmed via a computer to respond first to
licking all over, she explained, then gentle nibbling and kissing before
sucking.  The phallus would apparently twitch when each phase was reached and
then it would spurt its contents only after it had been sucked with sufficient
vigour!  Naturally, as an incentive the losers would be punished.
	Rosemary could remember, wishing to avoid the obligatory punishment,
gently and earnestly licking that huge length of warm plastic feeling so much
like the real thing, willing it to respond.  Progressing through the phases she
sucked as hard as she could remember sucking anything in her life.  She could
also recall almost with pride, Miss Mitzie patting her head and slapping her
heaving shoulders when she had won and had gulped down the creamy off-white
juice.  Then had come again the secret stirring of that previously unknown
pleasure as she was instructed to slipper the tautly presented backsides of the
losers touching their toes before her.   Five pairs of buttocks all awaiting her
attention - two slaps each.  These were her fellow suffers she continually
reminded herself, their roles could so easily be reversed.  She was still
unable, though, to prevent just a tiny bubble of pleasure as she made her way
down the line.  They all knew she was obliged not to hold back - or the strokes
would as usual be repeated and doubled by Miss Mitzie.
	However, she had taken a cruel delight in swinging her arm just a little
harder when it came to the blonde youth, Nancy.  Several times she had caught
him ogling her in a cruel, lustful fashion rather than the friendly way with the
other man, Mark.   Again, she had not spared any energy when she stood behind
the tight bottom of the Sloane Ranger, Elaine.  It was with a certain pleasure
that she saw the big red mark on each small cheek, relishing the sobbing yelp of
pain accompanied by her tears. 
	"You're daydreaming girl," the callous slap around her head brought her
back to reality, a reminder not to neglect her present task.
	Jerking back from her reminiscences she immediately brushed her hair
from her face.  Again bending forward her warm lips began planting fresh kisses
on the pulsing head jutting from her hand like a lolly.  The tip of her tongue
circled and darted, circling the moist slit at the tip of his member, feeling it
beginning to moisten with his lust.
	"All in again, suck hard." Crudely Mr Sampson grasped her tousled blonde
head and thrust it further down as his loins jerked spasmodically whilst he
spurted his lust deep into her throat, feeling her swallow everything he had to
give and then delicately licking him with her tongue - as she must.
	He had kept her kneeling at his feet for nearly half an hour like a
faithful labrador ignoring her, sipping a drink.  Dearly she would have loved to
swallow a mouthful of that nectar but none was offered and she knew better than
to ask.
	"Play with it," his deep voice suddenly jerked her into action.  He
nodded at the blank trunk, twitching on his lap.
	 When it was a rigid flagpole under her ministrations he stood up. 
Without warning or finesse his huge paws grasped her flexing buttocks, easily
lifting her.
	"Prepare for your own journey to paradise," he said simply.
	"Ugghh," the grunt was snatched from her lips as he lowered her onto his
large, rigid erection.  She slid down, eyes closed, gasping feeling it fill and
stretch her.  Automatically, as she had been trained her legs entwined with his,
drawing him further in, her hands grasping the solid black rump, her fingers
circling near his sphincter to provide a further spark of lust.   Her tousled
hair nestled under his chin as she covering his neck and chest in kisses,
pressing her hard tipped breasts against him.  Then inclining her head she
eagerly sought his large waiting lips, knowing that, of all men, she had to give
this one her all. 	
	Disguising her gasp of aversion as best she could, she wriggled her
bottom provocatively, squeezing her sphincter enticingly as his finger sought
her puckered entrance and pushed within.  With every orifice stretched and
invaded she jerked her hips in tune with his steadily increasing rhythm until
she felt him pulsing and jetting within her.  Gasping, panting her own orgasmic
pleasure into his ear she slowly subsided in the strong black arms enfolding
her.






                         CHAPTER 10
    

	Rosemary and the others in Blue team stood crouched and poised on the
earth over which they had recently sweated so much.  That ground, upturned in
some places and flattened in others still showed the lines of the original
tracks.  Although the old tracks had been only scant metres away from where the
new ones now proudly stood, every member of the team knew just how much they
represented in terms of pain and tears.
	All of them recalled how many strokes of the cane they had received
whenever they made what was judged to be insufficient progress.  They also knew
how difficult it had been to move those heavy strips of iron and wood that short
distance and with such precision and how much bawling out and abuse they had
endured from Mr Ho to do so.  Worse, they had carried out such painstakingly
hard work just for the amusement of the demons who ran this hell.
	Now they were to provide more amusement for the supervisors and
observers.  Some observers sat in the grandstand and some in the heavy wagons
the slaves would shortly have to pull around the track in races.  In a contrast
to their, 'normal' nudity at the track, they now wore plumed helmets and leather
harnesses which entwined their bodies whilst still leaving the breast and loin
areas fully exposed.  The harness straps were in turn affixed to removable H-
shaped lightweight metal frames which held their wrists stretched out behind
them and were clipped to the shafts of the wagons.
	Each team of six Angels was attached to a wagon in two lines, three to
each shaft, in a bent-forward posture, arms stretched out behind them.  The
supervisor who sat in the driver's seat at the front of the wagon held the reins
running to plastic bits thrust inside each of their mouths.  Smaller lines also
ran off the bits and clipped to their nipples so that any tweak or pull on the
reins would transmit itself to a sharp pain in the mouth and breasts.  Finally,
each Angel wore knee length boots and a plumed helmet, all in their team
colours.  	Two guests relaxed in the soft padded seats in the rear of each
pretty, shining wagon.  Everything looked so gay and carnival-like -  all except
the feelings of the Angels themselves!  They would all do their best though; it
had been made quite clear that the prize for winning each race was not being
punished!  
	Rosemary crouched tense and still awaiting the starter's gun and the
sharp tug on the reins she knew would follow.  The flick of Mr Garth's, crop
around their bare shoulders a few minutes earlier ensured that they remained
exactly in that position.  And already they had experienced the shame of him
showing the team off to the two guests who now sat in the rear of the wagon.  	
	"Oh we have a man in our team," had announced the shrill excited voice
of a brittle-looking woman aged in her forties, wearing a long black dress.  She
reached out to touch and feel Mark's thighs and buttocks.  "Will that help us to
win Mr Garth?"
	"Well, Michelle, that's his name," explained Mr Garth slapping Mark's
back, "is probably a little stronger than some of the ladies but that is
compensated by me being the heaviest jockey.  I reckon old Loopy here has got
some strength too.  Look at those hindquarters," he added slapping Lynne's
bottom making it contract with shame and dread.
	"She's quite old isn't she," enquired the other guest, Mr Smith?  He
reached out to examine Lynne's face, pulling, probing then holding her breasts,
tapping her thighs. 
	As a testament to her training the teacher remained silent and still
during the humiliating mauling as Garth and Mr Smith discussed and touched her
quite freely.
 	"This one looks useful too," went on the woman sharply, painfully
pulling Rosemary's head back by the bit and peering at her.  She stroked up and
down the enraged and ashamed blonde's thighs and bottom.
	"Yeah, quite a neat package," joined in Mr Smith shamefully playing with
her bosoms making them jiggle and bounce. "No clips now though," he giggled.
	"She's been shaved?" the woman had moved on, pulling aside the small
helmet and feeling Laura's bald head, patting it as one would a dog, "and all
over."  Her eyes roved as the young girl sobbed silently.
	"Not my type of choice," Mr Garth shrugged, "but her prospective owner,
a German I believe, wanted it that way and paid a hefty deposit. " He playfully
patted her tight little bottom, ignoring the policewoman's sobs before they all
climbed on-board the wagon. 
	Rosemary touched the youngster with her shoulder, smiling giving her a
look of sympathy.  During showers the day before she had again managed to offer
some comfort to the sobbing bald-headed girl.  Laura had whispered about how the
shaving had been conducted personally by her new 'master.' She explained that
she had worked several police shifts at an airport and vaguely remembered having
'difficulties' with a fat arrogant German tourist entering England.  How was she
to know how rich and powerful he was?  She humiliated him by searching his
baggage and having some playful fun when finding some disgusting magazines?
	She had renewed his acquaintance just a day previously at the camp - but
under vastly different circumstances.  They were alone together in a tiny
cubicle with his bald shining face and quivering jowls inches from her trembling
nudity. Obediently she had clasped her hands behind her neck, legs astride as he
demanded.  He almost purred as he walked around his quivering victim cruelly
asking about her career as a police officer.  He carried a large pair of
scissors in one hand whilst stroking softly through her rich hair, letting it
run through his fingers like water.
	"You look prettier out of uniform my dear," he had finally announced. 
"You ver so prim and proper as you looked down your nose when you found those
magazines.  I saw the look you gave your colleagues.  You don't look so arrogant
now.  Just a whore with nice tits and arse eh?"
	"Y-yes Sir," Laura had replied in a quivering voice realising how making
this one enemy had altered her whole life; now understanding why Miss Mitzie had
taken some pity on her, perhaps guilty that she had been instrumental in her
capture. 
	"Such long pretty hair my dear.  Such a shame you must lose it.  I'm
going to have you bald as coot just like me", the German had chuckled setting
his jowls quivering.
	Laura had cried as his scissors clacked as they wove their way over her
head.  She remained unmoving in position but her shoulders heaved as her lovely
hair cascaded and fluttered over them like soft snow, tickling her.  When he
proudly held a mirror up and she saw her, seemingly even larger, eyes in a round
face topped by just dark stubble her sobs increased.  Soon, however, she had
other things to worry about.  He had summoned Mr Garth who had fastened her to
the ceiling pulleys so she swung horizontally arms and legs blatantly wide her
despairing head hanging down.   	How she had writhed as the German had
lovingly poured and painfully coated her in heated wax.  He had smoothed it over
her head, into her armpits and into every nook and cranny between her splayed
thighs.  The real agony came minutes later as he ripped and tore the wax from
her sensitive skin heedless of her screams for mercy.  It apparently felt as if
he was removing a layer of skin.  The soft lips of her sex more used to the
gentle finger of a loving boy were wrenched and ripped, leaving her feeling as
if a blow-torch had played over her velvet flesh.  Again he carefully held and
angled a mirror to her wet eyes to show her his handiwork.  Any part of her body
previously having a coating of hair was now bright red and smooth.
	Seemingly feeling an urgent need within his trousers he had crudely
thrust his eager manhood into her there and then whilst she hung helplessly from
the ceiling, claiming her as his own. 
	Rosemary felt a slight kick on her leg.  Looking behind she saw Mark's
warning look, realising that she had been dreaming.  Although she felt sorry for
Laura, they would all feel a lot worse if any one of them didn't put their all
into this race. 
	By virtue of the layout of the rails each team had to get from its own
track onto the main layout ahead of as many of the other teams as it could. 
Each team's individual track of about 200 metres, which they had so
painstakingly re-laid, then merged with the next team's track.  Then the tracks
of all six teams joined the main circuit.  It was thus imperative to get your
wagon ahead of the next team before the points.  Once on the main single track
of about 400 metres in radius there were a few side rails running parallel to it
for a while and which wagons could use to overtake and rejoin. 
	Little transponders carried by each driver could flick the points to
divert their particular wagon onto the overtaking track.   They had a fear of
wagons crashing at the points in a tangle of naked limbs but they simply had to
trust the judgement of their driver and pull for all they were worth until
reined back.
	Sloane Ranger, Elaine was in the Green team next to Rosemary and they
exchanged brief looks of loathing.
	Crack!
	The sound almost took Rosemary by surprise, interrupting her musings but
the agonising pull on her nipples had her and the others, lunging desperately
forward in their harnesses.  It always seemed in practice sessions that at first
nothing would make those wheels begin to turn but inevitably they did.  She
could hear the thumping and pounding of the blood coursing through her, the
shouts of the crowd and Mr Garth's curses as the wagon creaked off on its
journey. 
	In those practice runs she had found that leaning fully into the harness
and looking down at the ground maximised her energy.  However, knowing this was
the real race she inevitably glanced from side to side to see which wagons would
get to the points first and which would need to pull back.
	Gasping and straining the teams pulled their heavy burdens along the
first 200 metre stretches of individual track that they had so agonisingly laid. 
Breath rasping in her throat, blinking the pooled sweat from her eyes, she saw
the Green wagon on the next track slowly overhaul them.  The crop cracked across
her shoulders as she strained even harder into the straps but soon she could see
Elaine's bouncing bottom.  Her team was several metres ahead of them.
	It was bitterly obvious to Rosemary that they would not beat the wagon
to the first set of points and then the dry-mouthed fear began in her that they
would collide at that first meeting place!  Still though Mr Garth urged them
forward at full speed and Rosemary obediently lunged full ahead, her joints and
limbs creaking with the strain, whilst her instincts told her to pull back to
avoid a crash. 
	She felt her bowels loosen with fear as the wheels of the wagon
alongside slowly passed her and she imagined them running over her!  Suddenly
she cried in pain as the straps pulled her back.  Just in time Mr Garth had
applied the brakes and allowed the other wagon to just clear the points ahead of
them.  Then he flicked the switch of the electronic transponder.  Even as her
pounding feet passed alongside the points she saw them flick in their direction
by remote control a fraction of a second before their own wagon's wheel's rolled
over them.  It was obvious that Mr Garth had much skill but the thought ran
through the minds of every team member how close it all was.  A fraction of a
second the other side and they would have crashed - and with them helplessly
bound to the wagon!
	When both wagons were on the same track, theirs behind green team, Mr
Garth cracked his crop menacingly above the sweat-covered patina of their backs
with renewed vigour, making them flinch, making them ensure they kept up.  Then
the whole team screeched in pain as he lashed them again to ensure they kept
ahead of another wagon on the other side and beat them to the next junction. 
	A few seconds later, thankfully flicking her wet hair from her hot face,
Rosemary saw that they had managed to stay ahead of that other team and were
still second in the race.  All of the wagons were now on the main central track
and had to complete four circuits of it.  Everything depended on the stamina,
sweat and toil of each team and the skill of the drivers to get to the points
ahead of other teams.   
	The pace was exhausting and she didn't know how long her legs could
pound at this pace.  She was vaguely aware of the brittle voice of the woman
passenger urging them on.
	"Get a f---ing move on.  Move your f--- ing arses, lazy cows."   
	A stab of hate lanced through her at the thought of the relaxing woman
they were struggling so much to pull.  She gasped and strained against that
unrelenting harness which now bit painfully into her shining, tender flesh. 
Then she realised, she was just an animal now, a racing cow.  A few weeks ago in
another world she would have simply driven her 4-wheel drive over such terrain
without a second thought.  Now though instead of sitting back on padded seats in
her powerful car, flashing long thighs from a short skirt, watching from the
corner of her eyes to see the reaction of the various men she passed, she was
now virtually naked.  Her body sweated and strained to pull a wagon with legs as
heavy and unfeeling as lead every pothole a potential to stumble to disaster.
Instead of a touch on the accelerator with her toe every tiny incline now
required lung-bursting effort.  The watching men and women she passed simply
shouted and jeered, regarding her as just another lump of flesh designed to be
pushed to the limits for their amusement, as did the beasts she was forced to
carry. 
 	The strain was really on now.  She was losing track of their position in
the race, or why she was running, she continually blinked sweat from her eyes,
shaking her head to clear her long hair from her face thrusting forward into the
harness.  Maybe in common with some of the others, however, she would have
difficulty in denying a certain, albeit small, element of excitement at doing
these things without any supposed freedom of choice; at being treated so - even
if they would never in a million years admit to it.  Perhaps only a certain type
of person found themselves caught up in the Lavery Road net? 
	She saw the observers watch in evident glee as their bodies strained and
heaved to pull the coloured wagons along.  They would be able to hear their
panting gasps and groans, the strain making their muscles knot on their bare
thighs and arms as they scrabbled for purchase.  The plumes quivered madly on
their shaking helmets above tendons standing out like marble columns in their
necks as they heaved.  There was the look of total concentration on each face as
they put everything into it, teeth gritted and eyes screwed half shut.  All
wanted to be first, none wishing to receive any strokes of the cane.  The riders
also had their pride and urged their own team forward by words of encouragement
or curses, their crops lashing hot, bare quivering flesh. 
	The heaving, aching bodies were well into their stride and having now to
fight the enemy of tiredness as they bounced along, their movements setting
breasts, bottoms and the huge plumes bouncing wildly, mouths agape, dragging
cool air into burning lungs.  Finally it was the last 50 metres and Mr Sampson 
too was on his feet cheering the Green team's wagon to its victory. 
	"Haaghh," Rosemary and the others in Blue Team gasped breathlessly as Mr
Garth's crop lashed them in frustration when he pulled them up in second place.  
	However, such was their rasping exhaustion that they barely felt the
additional pain across their shining flesh.  Whilst Rosemary was pleased that
Carol, Linda and Kate were in the winning team, she regretted that it also
included Elaine.
	 The winners had the framework restraints on their arms temporarily
removed whilst lightweight canes were produced for the losers.  The winners
would receive their medallions, small golden canes on a chain!  A guest from
their wagon was selected to hang them around their glistening necks and
shoulders.
	Elaine's shapely breasts were still heaving with exertion as an
aristocratic-looking youth in a smart black blazer with long blonde
centre-parted hair stepped up to the small podium on which they all stood, the
chains in his hands.  Elaine curtsied low, arms stiffly by her side to a cheer
from the assembled guests.  Rosemary detected a glint of controlled anger and
shame in the Sloane's pretty face.  Undoubtedly she recognised the lad as once
being a contemporary from her own social class.  Now though she was simply a
slave. 
	The grinning youth slid the chain over her plume and hair, adjusting it
to hang between her breasts, ensuring his hands touched and brushed each smooth
love orb.  Extending a finger he caught a droplet of moisture running down
between the lush valley between them, balanced it on his finger tip and
delicately licked it off.  The youth's girlfriend standing beside him laughed
heartily at the grand gesture and returned to him his goblet of chilled wine.
	"You'd better wash down the salt of the earth with a drop of plonk
Rodney," she squealed with mirth, openly drinking in Elaine's shamed fury.
	Making his way down the line of gasping beauty, he made much of hanging
the chain around the neck of Carol.  Giggling, he so obviously relished the
older woman's shame as he held and touched her intimately.	
	To polite applause the crackle of the loudspeaker formally announced
Green Team as the winners and then went on to place Blue Team second.  Each
member of Blue Team was given a cane, to hold in clenched teeth to present to a
member of the first placed team for two strokes.
	Rosemary walked forward, holding the cane and stepped onto the podium.
Whether by bad luck or design, it was Elaine who snatched it from her mouth. 
The girl had an unpleasant grin on her face, undoubtedly keen to vent her fury.
	"I'm just sorry it can't be more, but touch your toes you old cow," she
smiled cruelly, flexing the cane.
	Gritting her teeth, clenching her fists in useless anger Rosemary bent
over to present the taut curve of her bottom to the eager blonde.
	Tap, tap! The cow maximised her position by lightly touching the
vulnerable flesh.
	"Legs wider I think," she purred sweetly.
	Rosemary knew intense but unfulfilled hatred as she spaced her thighs
farther apart before again touching her toes.
	"Get on with it," an impatient voice called from the crowd edging
closer, the fate of the losers obviously interesting them more than the winners. 
	Crack!
	"Haah," Rosemary yelped, dearly wishing to press her hands against her
burning flesh.
	Swack!
	"Aaaaaagh." The bitch really laid them both on hard, making her feel as
if her buttocks had been branded.  
	 "Hold the position until I've finished please," the cultured, clipped
tones ordered her.
	Feeling as if her flesh was painfully, rapidly expanding and
contracting, she continued to touch her toes whilst the rest of Blue Team were
dealt with by the spiteful Sloane Ranger.  Desperately, she blinked back the
tears of pain, not wanting to give Elaine the pleasure of seeing them.  Laura
had no such inhibitions and the bald youngster screamed pitifully as the
excruciating pain was added to her other torments.  After each had received two
strokes they left the podium for the third placed team to receive three strokes
each, this time from Carol.	
	For the moment, the tension left the air both in the stand and for the
exhausted Angels making the most of the break before the next race.  All teams
were led to a paddock to be watered.  They were thirsty after their efforts and
able to ignore the indignity of taking much needed refreshment by lapping up
water like animals.  Their helmets and plumes were removed for the moment and
they simply fell to their knees and plunged their heads into the shiny silver
buckets provided, to lap greedily, immersing their hot faces in the cooling
liquid.   Whilst drinking, it was the final act of that race for the jockeys to
apply a little balm to the bodies which had so toiled, and then received cuts
from the cane. This would avoid spoiling their subsequent performance in later
races.
	Rosemary sighed little bubbles into the water as that magic cream began
to soothe her sore bottom. There was the occasional guest who visited the
paddock to grope and touch them but largely they were too busy picnicking.  And
it was generally preferred that the Angels were allowed to rest between races. 
	Standing on the starting line, her boots scratching for a good purchase
on the turf, a determination came over Rosemary to do well to avoid the pain of
coming last; maybe even coming first!  It seemed forever that her body was
frozen in a tense crouch, bottom jutting out shamelessly as she awaited the
crack of the starting gun.
	"Haarggh."
	Almost simultaneously with the gun's cough not only did Mr Garth bring
the reins down in a cruel lash across the curve of their bottoms but Rosemary
herself channelled her pent up energy in a gritted-teeth growl as she strained
every muscle into the harness.  Sucking in breath, looking down, she realised
that her feet were already pounding quite rapidly over the warm springy grass. 
Also that, unlike in the last race, beyond the limited vision allowed by her
posture she could see no wagon either side of her.  This almost seemed to give
her and the others added energy as they strained every sinew, hair flying back
as their legs pulled the heavy wagon along ahead of the others.
	On and on, the grass and track beneath her flying feet was a coloured
blur. Heat and tiredness consumed her and she lost track of time, concentrating
only on ensuring she maintained good traction with the earth.  Eventually she
became aware of cheering and her spirits leapt as she felt the brush of the
winning tape across her heaving breasts and Mr Garth shouting in her ear.
	"Good, good. There's a girl, Trixie, well done you did it," he seemed to
be mainly praising her - somehow sensing the extra effort she had applied.  He
scrambled from the wagon to pat her bottom possessively.
	Her heart raced even as she slumped gasping for breath in the shafts
having her harness removed.  Then thankfully the awful frame was removed so that
she could again use her arms for awhile, flexing them to circulate the blood
into aching muscles.  Heart hammering with almost pride she mounted the podium,
blushing as a handsome young Arab approaching with a medallion.
	The tips of her breasts, still heaving from her exertions, tingled as he
stood before her.  She bowed, reluctantly tearing her eyes away from his
piercing blue ones as he lowered the golden chain down over her plume and head. 
His firm hands gently brushed her shoulders and upper curve of a breast to slide
over one of her erect pink buds as he adjusted the model cane. 
	She made a breathless curtsey, smiling at him before stepping down.   
Carol was in the second placed Green Team and she presented Rosemary with the
cane between clenched teeth and bent over to receive her chastisement.
	With a now familiar thrill on such occasions, Rosemary saw the round
softness of Carol's quivering sweating nates contract as she positioned her body
and her arm high above the older woman's trembling globes.  This was her friend! 
Again, she would never admit to anyone, although some might have guessed from
her bared-teeth expression, the strange feeling of power coursing through her as
she made those creamy orbs judder and bounce.  Nearing the end of the line, she
put everything into bringing the thin, curved wood down across the clenching
tautness of Elaine's bottom.  Stroking the cane she knew that the resulting red
lines and hissing gasp of agony, the twinkling tears on the girl's pretty face,
were her doing.  
	Remembering the looks she had seen in the eyes of some fellow Angels, as
they had thrashed her on various occasions, could they too reasonably deny an
element of pleasure in the act?  She knew now from the other viewpoint some of
the pleasure she must have given those who had similarly chastised her.
	Finally, caning the youth, Nancy, gave her an additional thrill, making
the blonde youth's slim body judder under her hand.  It was as if she was
exacting some form of retribution from men for all of the punishment she had
herself had to absorb. 
TO BE CONTINUED