Chapter Eight
Zoe had to be helped out of the wooden crate as her muscles had stiffened up so much. In fact, her calf muscles felt like someone was sticking a knife into them as cramp struck and she squealed in agony for a few moments before Lydia massaged her legs and eased it a bit. Zoe's eyes stayed almost shut as the light in the room was almost too much to bear after being shut up for so long but slowly her pupils adjusted as she was led over to a bench just behind where Jack was being cruelly and regularly shafted by the dildo. She swallowed hard as she saw what was happening then found herself bound face down as her cuffs were adjusted so that they went under the bench and dragged her arms down under it too. After that, her ankles were cuffed to bolts in the floor, spreading her legs wide and making her blush prettily as she felt the cool air tickle her pussy lips gently.
For some reason, Zoe could not tear her gaze away from the sight of the thick phallus slithering in and out of Jack's anal entrance and she heard the little gasps that he made as he was opened up. A hand on her own bottom made her start and the she felt something heavy tickle up her exposed spine until it touched the nape of her neck erotically.
"I think that you might need warming up a little after being in my box," stated her mistress, moving forward as she spoke so that the object she was trailing over Zoe's body suddenly swung in front of her pale green eyes. A shiver ran down her spine as she saw the broad expanse of leather and she wondered just what it would feel like when it made contact, as it inevitably would, with her bare buttocks.
"Apparently, slaves in the deep south of America would be punished with this for their transgressions...or just because their owners wished! This owner just wishes to and so you will get a taste of the paddle as it is called. Enjoy my latest acquisition!"
A fraction of a second later, the heavy leather paddle swung up and then down and landed across Zoe's exposed arse. The flexible yet heavy leather covered nearly all of her cheeks and so the resultant pain exploded all over rather than being concentrated in just one place. The sheer weight of the leather sent Zoe's breath flying out of her mouth and her cry echoed round the room for a second or so as the paddle swung almost lazily back up into the air then fell once more. Such a delightful sound, both from the leather striking the girl's flesh and her squeals, thought Lydia. The remarkably swift colouring up of her pale arse cheeks was also a pleasure to observe, especially as they went a uniform red rather than becoming blotchy as a smaller paddle tended to do unless it was wielded expertly. Just half a dozen strokes left the girl begging for mercy but Lydia hardened her heart, knowing that she had to establish firmly that she was in sole charge, and added another six before she placed the paddle over Zoe's back and laid her hand on the girl's bottom. The heat coming off it almost scorched her palm and she raised an eyebrow in surprise. Lydia had expected it to be warm but nowhere near as hot as it was. This paddle was definitely going to become one of her favourites, she decided as she slid her fingers down her slave's tight anal crease and felt her squirm in shame and fear.
The coolness of her mistress' palm felt like the balm of Gilead to Zoe for a few moments before she felt the slim fingers slither down her flesh and then explore her tight little anal whorl. Zoe responded automatically by trying to close her thighs together, forgetting for a moment that her ankles were secured far apart. Noticing the almost involuntary movement, Lydia frowned slightly and remarked harshly, "Slaves should not move when their mistress explores their body. After all, you are now my possession, Zoe, and whatever I wish to do to this pretty pussy and lovely arse is completely up to me. Understand?"
"Yes, mistress. I am sorry," replied Zoe, swallowing hard and trying to stop herself flinching as Lydia's fingers stroked over her wet pussy lips.
"You certainly will be sorry because I am going to give you another six for your failure," murmured Lydia, intrigued by the soaking slit of her new slave. The girl definitely responded beautifully to being spanked or paddled despite her obvious fear...or maybe because of it?
That thought lingered in her mind as she picked up the paddle once more and swished it expertly through the air, flicking it down onto the vulnerable redness of her slave's naked bottom. Zoe howled as the heaviness descended on her flesh and crushed it for a fraction of a second. The sting was immense and she could hardly catch her breath as it was beaten out of her by the leather. Her cheeks felt as if they were on fire by the time the fifth stroke landed and the intense heat burnt right through into her quim, making her pussy ooze moisture out of her labia. She grunted out in agony as the final stroke landed and another wave of warmth cascaded through her flesh whilst her eyes wept tears as they stared sightlessly out at the man being roughly shafted right in front of her.
"Such lovely heat, my dear slave," announced Lydia, feeling the flesh of her slave's arse once more. Again, she stroked her fingers down into the soft wetness of the girl's labia, feeling the lips almost tremble with want and need as she toyed with them. Her thumb slid inside and the girl sighed with wanton pleasure and wiggled her buttocks back into the thrusting digit as far as she could and again Lydia frowned. Was her slave getting too much pleasure from being beaten? She eased her index finger onto Zoe's hard bud and felt it shiver with longing then the girl's breathing quickened and so Lydia snatched her hand away. The slender thighs were pale and so inviting, Lydia decided and so she picked up the paddle and stepped back then whipped it down on the tender skin. Zoe screamed at the pain that resulted from the hard, heavy leather striking her flesh. It was almost unbearable and yet bear it she must and more as the next stroke landed swiftly and sent another echoing squeal flying round the room. By the time the sixth and final stroke had struck the softness of the back of Zoe's thighs she was sobbing in agony and desperation and, at first, she hardly noticed that the beating had finished.
While her slave sobbed, Lydia slipped out of her clothes and fitted a newly-acquired vibrating strapless strap-on by sliding the bulb on one end up into her own wetness. The thick rubbery knob wobbled incongruously from side to side as she moved back over to her helpless victim and roughly thrust it straight up into Zoe's soaking slit.
"You are mine to use as I want, aren't you, slave girl?" she hissed, grabbing the girl by the hair and pulling her head up sharply.
"Yes, mistress," stammered out Zoe as her mistress jerked her hips forward and drove all eight inches of the phallus deep into her pussy. Lydia rode her slave hard and fast, relishing in the slurpy, squelchy sounds as the fat head of the dildo slithered in and out, stretching the girl's tight tube wider and wider. The vibrating part inside her own body sent delicious ripples of pleasure up into her clit every time that she thrust and soon she teetered on the brink of nirvana. Lydia fought against the feeling for a few seconds then succumbed to the pleasure, driving her phallus deep into Zoe's pussy and staying there, resting her head on the girl's spine.
