Companion For A Femdom Ch 09

Mary was no longer with us. She had donned her mini-skirt and half-cup bra, and joined the others in the cabin, leaving Isabella and me alone in the ten-foot bunk.

My fingers were still in Isabella's ass, my tongue and lips inside her vagina, half awake, flicking her clit with my tongue as I awoke. Isabella smelled good and tasted even better. Her hand held my cock, even as she slept. I automatically took that delicious clitoris in my mouth and started flicking it with my tongue. She was still half asleep. But she too had responded automatically by taking my cock deep in her mouth and throat, as she had done so many times only a few hours earlier.

I couldn't hear the raised voices of Susan and Primrose because Isabella's legs were wrapped firmly around my head, anyway, her pussy was far more interesting than some petty argument that may or may not be happening in the main cabin area.

Isabella was now wide awake. It was with regret and some annoyance I realised our intimate encounter was not going to happen. At least not in the immediate future.

'Get your face out of my pussy and get your ass in gear, George! Something's going down in the main cabin area! It sounds like some sort of fracas.'

Isabella pulled my head from between those lovely smooth, firm, feminine thighs, by grabbing a fist full of my hair. She quickly clipped the length of material around her waist she called a skirt and asked me to fasten her half-cup bra.

I reluctantly followed her into the cabin space, still with a majestic erection, hoping she would do something about that soon.

There had been a fracas alright. The fracas had started when Susan caught Bret and Bart fucking Alan and Colin, who, and enjoying the taste of Tony and Delboy's cocks.

Susan accused Primrose of stealing her male slaves. Primrose not fully awake as a result of the beer she had consumed, was unaware Alan and Colin had been amusing themselves outside her jurisdiction, immediately told Susan to fuck off, and a fight ensued.

Jennifer attempted to break it up. She was viscously attacked by Tony, not the sharpest tool in the box, who thought Jennifer was attacking his Mistress. Jennifer took four terrific blows from Tony's hammer-like fists. He then decided it was a good idea, to kick and stamp her on chest and stomach.

Luckily, my pals, Mike and Harry, ex-Special Forces, were on the scene as quick as a wink. They soon overpowered Tony and were in the throes of handcuffing him when Isabella and I arrived on the scene.

I thanked Mike and Harry and promised I would return the favour when the opportunity arose.

They assured me it was no problem.

Then I saw Jennifer, and I wanted to seriously hurt Tony. I had started towards him. My fists clenched, my intentions belligerent and obvious. But my path was immediately blocked by Mary. She grabbed me firmly by my balls. In a quiet and very menacing voice she said;

'Don't do it, George! One more step in Tony's direction and I will personally see to it that you need hospital treatment!'

From the steely, determined look in her eye, it was pretty obvious she meant it. This, from a lady who only an hour or so earlier had been enjoying a most intimate, and loving relationship with that part of me she was now threatening to severely damage.

'Just one step in his direction and its no more bedtime fun for a long time George!' Said Mary. She squeezed a little tighter. I began to wince in pain.

'Think George! And think clearly for fucks sake! Tony is almost certainly heading for one hard time in the Island Prison. He faces a minimum of one month of sheer and utter hell. After that, if the Powers that be on The Island, think he is capable of becoming a useful citizen, he can begin remedial training. If he manages to reach stage three sentence, any pat three inmate can be owned and work for his femdom, in several ways; such as at the Pleasure Palace as a prostitute-slave, at the Retirement village, as a helper for the elderly, or as general maintenance. The latter is the area he is most likely to end up. Here you are destined to have a great deal of influence, and Tony will almost certainly be placed in that category in some shape or form in the future. It's about the only area he can be employed when you think about it. So think George. For fuck's sake think!'

'She's right George', said Isabella, 'Let it go for the moment. You'll have your chance to avenge Jennifer, Just let Island justice do its bit first. Right now, Jennifer needs us.

I reluctantly agreed. As much as I wanted to feel my fist smashing into his face. Mary was right. I nodded my head, and she released her strong grip on my balls.

'I hope I didn't hurt you George, but I would have hurt you a lot more, rather than see you in the Hellhole we call The Island Slave Prison. Because that is where you would have ended up if I hadn't stopped you!'

I thanked her. Isabella and I went to Jennifer. She was still crying pitifully. More worried about her looks than the pain. We both reassured her, but it was pretty obvious she was going to have a nasty scar on that lovely face.

She snuggled into my shoulder. Her blood, saliva and snot dribbled down my chest, and a lump rose in my throat as I held her close. Was this the mischievous full-grown woman who had delighted in teasing my cock and keeping me on 'The Edge' for hours on end during cock enhancement training less than twenty-four hours earlier? Was this the promising Architect, about to take over a lot of architectural work on The Island? Because if it was, this girl crying into my shoulder seemed more like a little girl who needed daddy to hold her close in case the Bogey man crept out from the cupboard. I was happy to comfort her; she was, after all, a part of my kinky family of five femdoms and one male slave -- Me! I wasn't the head of this family, Isabella was. She decided whom I could fuck and when I could sleep with them. I was, and still am her property. I needed her permission to have an orgasm. A strange 'family' when one thinks about it; but the arrangement worked for us, and Jennifer was one of my femdoms, who was also owned by Isabella.

I held her close and kissed away the tears. Her sobs began to recede, her upper body lay half across my lap; her lovely breasts and smooth stomach caressed my cock, causing an erection. I couldn't help it. Isabella couldn't fail but notice my eight-inch penis poking out from beneath Jennifer's lovely breasts or my increased heavy breathing. Isabella glared at me but said nothing. She calmly carried on brushing Jennifers hair and wiping away the ocassional tear.

I could almost see Isabella's mind ticking over, considering what action to take regarding my very carnal interest in Jennifer when she, our Head femdom, had not first sanctioned this action. She had that same steely glint in her eye, she had on the day she had flogged me with the wet builders batten. And that fucking hurt! I was in trouble alright. Anything I said would not be believed. My best course of action was to say nothing, and hope for the best.

Mary and the copilot had succeeded in separating Susan and Primrose, but not before Primrose's nose had been broken and was bleeding profusely. Susan's only real injury seemed to be a half-closed eye, which would soon become a bruised black eye.

One of the stewardesses treated Primrose by holding her head between her knees to stop the bleeding, and dabbing away with cotton wool to soak up the blood.

Bret and Bert appeared to be unconcerned. Colin and Alan's asses were much more interesting. They were fucking as if nothing abnormal was happening around them. All they wanted to do was fuck and feel Colin and Alan. This I could at least understand. Even if it wasn't quite the right time and place right now. I could never understand how any man could be attracted to another man's ass or cock, but that's life I suppose. Live and let live.

Delboy, sat with Honeysuckle, with very much the same thoughts as Bret and Bert, except that he wanted a woman. Admittedly Honeysuckle was female, even if she was the ugliest female on the aircraft. She was drunk, fat and fucking ugly. She had just woken up and was in a bad mood. She wanted a piss. She didn't want Delboy playing with her tits, or sticking his finger up her ass at this moment in time. She wanted her human toilet. She didn't care whether it was Colin or Alan. But neither of them was anywhere to be seen. So Honeysuckle told Delboy to fuck off or get his head down between her massive thighs and drink her piss. Delboy opted for the latter.

I was now firmly of the opinion, that the lift didn't go quite to the top floor in any of Susan's thugs. If the lift reached halfway, I'd be surprised.

At this moment, the pilot walked the main cabin space.

'Shit! I hope we're on autopilot, or the Engineer knows how to fly this fucking aeroplane!' Said Isabella to no one in particular. For once Isabbela didn't have her hand on my cock. But Mary did. What was more Mary was gently caressing my rigid eight inches. It was enjoyable. But I knew there was trouble ahead when I caught another steely-eyed glare from Isabella.

'I've had a Zoom chat with Madam Harriet Harper, The Island Senior Femdom Owner,' Said the Pilot.

Pointing at Tony, she said. 'This slave will be going to prison on arrival at The Island.

His aircraft punishment will commence immediately. He is to be gagged and blindfolded, handcuffed at feet and ankle to a floor shackle, in the stress position over the 'H'bar. He will then receive ten slaps from the two-foot rubber paddle immediately, and ten spankings on touchdown, plus ten spanks every hour, on the hour for the duration of the flight.

On arrival at The Island airport, he becomes the property of The Island Prison service, He will then be force-marched the ten miles to prison, still gagged and blindfolded, where his real punishment will commence.

His only sustenance from now until his arrival at the prison will be water. That is, if any of you feel like giving it to him, otherwise he is to go without. I'm not allocating that task to anyone.'

The pilot paused. Then turned to look at Susan and Primrose;

'You will not be going to prison, but I cannot, and will not allow violence from anyone on my aircraft. You ladies will also be blindfolded and gagged. You will also be given ten slaps with a rubber paddle every hour, on the hour, for the duration of the flight.

I shall ask Mayling and her girls to carry out this task for all three of you. I'm confident she does not hold any sympathetic thoughts regarding leniency, they all enjoy spanking, so they might as well have some fun. There will be no 'Off aircraft' time allowed for either of you until the final touchdown. Mayling may, if she so wishes, adjust your punishment to suit herself and her slaves 'during the time on the ground in California.

'Oh yes Missy pilot. And my slaves maybe give double smacks all the time! Soon we see three bright red asses, and maybe some bleeding! If any go Poop, Poop, I give triple smacks! And make them licky-licky it all up before they leave the aeroplane.' Said Mayling proudly.

Everyone smiled. Even the pilot had difficulty keeping a straight face.

'I think it would be a good idea if you kept an eye on the punishment Mary. I don't want to be handing over three for hospital treatment on arrival at The Island.

Also, I understand this intake has not been briefed regarding The Island Slave Prison. This would seem a good time to give everyone a run down. It might help to dissuade future bad behaviour.'

To all of us, the pilot then said;

'We shall be landing for the first refuel in about an hour. I shall only take on enough fuel to reach the second refuelling point. The idea is to give you all maximum time to swim and enjoy a BBQ in the Californian sunshine. That is all.'

A horizontal 'H-shaped aluminium bar. was carried on the aircraft, specifically for punishment, When not in use, it formed part of the aircraft superstructure.

In use, it could be unbolted and swung through ninety degrees, and secured amidships at waist height. Prisoners could then be handcuffed by wrists and ankles, bending over over the 'H' bar, to shackles in the aircraft deck. It is designed to be an uncomfortable, stressful position. Prisoners ass pointing at a convenient angle to receive punishment.

Mary began her brief as requested by the pilot:

'The Island Slave Prison is a place to truly fear. It is a prison for 'The real dross from the Mainland prisons. Prisoners between the ages of twenty and forty, who are physically and medically fit, can expect to be transported here for the duration of their sentence. They are transported by ship, in a non-air-conditioned hold, kept naked, and branded with an I.D. on the first day at sea, on the left cheek of their ass, and left side of their waist, just beneath the left breast. We accept one hundred men, and one hundred female prisoners every month, of the worst offenders but not the mentally unstable prisoners. No one below the age of twenty is allowed on The Island. So child offenders in particular are prime candidates. Rapists and those charged with GBH, ABH, and all that sort of criminals are sent to us for the terrible punishment regime we provide. The whole idea is an experiment designed to persuade offenders against reoffending. It is proving very successful. There are casualties, even the occasional death. All prisoners work naked, but women reaching stage four in line with our Island culture, can wear a thong.

Island punishment is split into four parts.

The first part of Island punishment consists of twenty-eight days of pure purgatory! About one in every hundred simply die through overwork, starvation, disease, or are simply beaten to death. Don't feel sorry for them. They are the absolute dregs of society. For those that do survive stage one, they will move on to stage two.

For stage one and stage two prisoners, the working day starts at four in the morning until ten at night. Though it is considerably easier for stage two prisoners.

But for stage one prisoners, it is eighteen hours of brutally hard work, seven days a week, during which time, they can expect to be beaten frequently, and work in appalling conditions for most of that eighteen hours. At night when they are supposed to be resting, both males and females are at risk of being raped in the unlit barracoon. Here, they sleep on a concrete floor, men and women together, with no lights, no clocks, no toilets and no windows in their concrete home. For the duration of that first twenty-eight days, they defecate and urinate where they stand, work, sleep or run. When on the move. They are never allowed to walk.

Stage Two prisoners are, in effect the warders. They carry a whippy willow cane about two feet long. This is their badge of office. They must use this without fear or favour on Stage One prisoners throughout the eighteen-hour day. If they fail to use it, stage three prisoners watching on CCTV will be awarded a further seven days as a stage one prisoner on the unfortunate stage two inmate.

After being woken up with fire hoses turned on at full pressure at four in the morning, Stage one prisoners have fifteen minutes to scrub out the barracoon.

At four fifteen, the daily grind begins. Stage one prisoners will be marched, at the 'double', to the cesspits and sewers, drains. They will need to be emptied, and the filth distributed over fields, a few miles away, for the next hour and a half, Failure to jump straight into the allotted drain, cesspit or sewer means a torrent of blows from their escort. Their only tools allocated for the disposal of human filth, are buckets shovels and their own hands.

At six O'clock, it is time for the first meal. The second meal will be at six in the evening. Their only sustenance is the slops and waste food thrown into the feeding troughs and shared with about twenty pigs. They are allowed to eat as much as they want, but the pigs have first choice, and longer to eat it.

At quarter past six anyone not on the parade ground adjacent to the food troughs will be punished. Late arrivals must prostrate themselves on the ground in a circle, and flogged with at least six cuts. This procedure is carefully watched by stage three prisoners eager to identify stage two prisoners giving only five cuts, which gives them a chance of demoting five Stage two back to stage one prisoner.

On completion of the punishment, Part One inmates are divided into working parties. They will be given tasks that must be completed within a given time frame. Tasks are carefully calculated by the stage three prisoners. It will be hard, back-breaking work, such as carrying building materials by hand over rough, often boggy ground to a building site several miles from where the goods were off-loaded from the ship to the jetty. They are not allowed to walk, they must run, and the minimum load will be the equivalent of six house bricks, two four-inch building blocks, or perhaps two buckets of sand or mortar. Carriers will always be accompanied by one or two part two prisoners to ensure they run all the way. This exhausting labour will carry on under a tropical sun until it is time for meal number two at six in the evening.

Back at the feeding troughs, they will eat anything the pigs have not eaten.

After the usual punishment, it's back to the cesspits, drains and sewers, until the evening 'Rest period'.

'Rest' period is a joke. They stand rigidly to attention for thirty minutes. Any movement detected by the sharp-eyed stage two inmates means six cuts on the back, ass or legs of the unfortunate stage one inmate.

Then until 'Lights Out' (another joke -- there are no lights) after a beasting of press-ups. Pull-ups, burpee's etc they are allowed to return to the barracoons until four, when a new date with purgatory starts once more.

For those who live to reach stage three; every afternoon for four hours, they can present themselves for employment. It is the first stage towards release and freedom.

For this, they enter a compartment blindfolded. Prospective owners can examine them. Many of you will find yourselves employing these men and women. For instance, if Mayling decides she needs a few male slaves to complement her current haren of the Superior gender, she might like to own a few 'Inferiors' to fuck and whip into shape.

Prospective employers are invited to freely examine prospective slaves at their leisure. They may fondle male or female prisoners, question them, find out their likes and dislikes, find out their sexual preferences, etc, if they like the prisoner, he or she can be promoted to a stage four prisoner, and become owned by the prospective employer for the remainder of his/her sentence.

If they don't get on with their prospective employer, if still under prison sentence, they can be returned to stage three prison sentence. On the other hand, if things work out, they will receive half-pay on the four hours of work per day expected of all stage four slaves, until completion of their sentence. They then have a choice whether to continue working on The Island or return to the Mainland. Most prefer to remain on The Island, few do return to the Mainland. Most realise If they have completed their sentence, on The Island they will receive full pay, and enjoy a good life with no worries. They might be called slaves, but they will be free men and women, and become good and useful citizens.'

'Are there any questions?'

Mary answered all questions as best as she could, but I was worried by what Annette had to say;

'Hi, George. What have you been up to? Isabella has told me to put a cock-cage on you and feed you twenty per cent PPP every two hours. Worse. The cock-cage I have been told to fit is of the steel-ring cage type designed for a seven-and-a-half-inch cock. Your cock is eight and a quarter inches. That means I'm about to fit a punishment cock-cage. I am so sorry George. It's going to hurt every time you get an erection, you won't be able to cum and the pain will be constant when you have an erection, and she aims to keep you with an erection all the time. We're all well aware of how much you like licking pussy, and Isabella intends that you are constantly licking pussy, which means a constant erection. You must have pissed her off real bad George!'