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The warmth of the air in the cabin is pleasant, especially since my neck, breasts, belly and panties are soaking wet from the combined drool that has been sliding down between us. The girl and I have inched closer to find a more relaxing position. Her eyes are currently closed but I can’t tell if she’s asleep or not. Nearly thirty minutes have passed since our mutual captor had sat down to observe us on the bench together. I have glanced over a couple of times, but she has elicited no emotion so far. The girl’s head and mine are turned towards each other slightly and our nipples brush together occasionally, but we are able to support our body weight at the shoulders for the most part. With our hands bound behind us, and our mouths bound in an endless kiss that can never finish, the majority of our saliva has slid down my front. Her body is coated as well though. Each time our nipples touch, I can feel the drool strings between us.
Her smell constantly enthralls me, and I feel no shame in the sexual delight I strangely feel each time I have to open my throat to swallow her spit from time to avoid choking. My nipples are rock hard, but the diamonds they brush against indicate I may not be the only one feeling the same way. Before she had closed her eyes a few minutes earlier, we had stared into each other’s eyes, laughing even, as our lips moved around the ball between us. For a few moments we had played a little game, seeing who could push the pull into the others mouth as much as possible. With her slight height advantage she had won most of the battles. I think she knew I was enjoying her saliva because I never grimaced when swallowing.
Now, her eyes shut and breathing becoming more regular and heavy, I could tell she was on the verge of sleep. I close my eyes as well, but only to more vividly picture she and I cuddled up under a warm blanket on a cold, chilly winter’s day. I let my mind wander…her hands move over my body as she spoons me from behind. Her small fingers are warm and soft, and her breath warms my neck. She rubs my tiny breasts gently, rolling a swollen nipple between her fingers before moving gently down my stomach. She stops briefly only when her fingers are brushed by the light touch of my pubic hair. I feel her hand move downwards, and my hips move approvingly for her. I roll back towards her slightly and push my hips up into her hand, and I feel desired fingers approach my dripping…
***SWACK! SWACK! SWACK! SWACK!***
Searing pain scorches both sides of my upper butt cheeks. I squeeze my already closed eyes and scream through the ball gag in agonizing pain. Once I can tolerate the burn I open my eyes. The desire from my fantasy opens her eyes as well in startled panic.
*FUUUUUUCK!!!!!! What the hell!!!!!!*
Mistress Kim is no longer relaxing on her chair. The girl is staring right at her; I can see her out of the corner of my right eye. She’s behind me and holding a very long and whippy looking cane. She moves around from behind me to behind the girl I am bound to. The pain on my ass still resonates but I follow her every move. The cane waves menacingly above Mistress Kim, every ready to sting again.
“I would ask what you were thinking about but the way your hips were fucking that bench I don’t think I need to. Taken an interest in Danielle, have you? Am I no longer on Holly’s menu?”
*Oh shit…*
Despite enjoying learning Danielle’s name, my eyes widen in panic and I try to shake my head “NO!” All I do instead is fling spit awkwardly as both of our heads move. Oddly, her eyes look at me disapprovingly and she sighs.
*“No, I’m not is it?” She coyly asks.*
“Nnnnnnn…nnnnnnnn!!!!!” I respond. I shake my head no again…then quickly nod. Danielle is now looking directly in my eyes and I suddenly feel like a little girl again who’s spilled a drink on the carpet for the second time in a row.
*No , no, that’s not it!!!*
Mistress Kim runs the cane up and down Danielle’s back and rather than look worried, her eyes close in pleasure, and she shakes her butt on the bench a little. Our Mistress stops and I can see her tongue pushing at the side of her cheek as she appears to consider something. She does not look pleased, but I am thankful the attention is no longer on me because the pain on my ass is still noticeable.
“Mmhmm…” is the only response we hear for a moment. She walks away, towards the back of the plane, and after a moment I hear the clink of ice and glasses. Danielle is smiling; the corners of her eyes turned up in a playful mirth. I can’t help but think that perhaps she was doing on purpose to save me. I try to smile appreciatively but I have no idea if she understands.
“SEBASTIEN!!!!” Mistress Kim yells out, startling us both. I hear a door open behind me, and then close. I can’t see who comes running out, but his footsteps are quick and come to a halt just as quick. Danielle’s eyes in front of me bunch up in confusion.
“Oui Maîtresse?” I hear a young male voice respond.
“Nettoie ce putain de gâchis là-bas.” She answers in a voice I know means to do what she has commanded. Danielle rolls her eyes in front of me.
“Oui.”
I wait a moment, and then the face of a very dark skinned young man appears. Sebastien appears to be near in age to Danielle and myself. Unlike us, he has no hair on his head. His midnight skin is completely hairless as I look down his bare chest to the same sheer, silky blue fabric for pants, and a thong covering his penis. He is also barefoot as Danielle. I can tell his skin is just as soft as hers is, and just as unmarred. He smiles when he looks at me for the first time, and his teeth are as white as snow.
*He’s just as beautiful as she is…*
He has towels in his hands as he approaches, and begins to clean the pond of drool that has collected on the bench between Danielle and me. He uses another towel to clean the front of my body, showing no hesitation as he shoves the towel between legs and wipes straight up to my breasts. He folds the towel a couple of times as he thoroughly cleans me up. He uses another towel on Danielle, but even as he stands up from completing his task, I can feel another drop of our spit meandering down my chin. He disappears just as the lights change to a light red, and music comes on.
I immediately recognize one of my favorite *High Violets* songs, *Cool Green*. I look at my gag partner and she shrugs her shoulders. Mistress Kim walks back around, this time with a glass tumbler in one hand, my phone in her other hand.
“Interesting playlist here, Holly.” She says, making a show of scrolling through my phone. “I like these *High Violets*, but this *Falling Behind* shit?”
“Weeeevoooooph!” I mutter through the ball gag.
“I’m sorry,” she says, mockingly, “You were saying something?”
“WEEEEVOOOOOPH!” I force out. I see her eyebrows raise as she stares at me. Danielle’s eyes are wide and she is trying to get me to stop. Mistress Kim walks over and undoes the strap around my head.
*Oh thank god…*
I work my jaw a few times and rejoice at the pleasure of closing it before I say, “Reverse. It’s Falling in Revooooooph”. She’s pushing the back of my head back into the slick and dripping ball gag, and I feel the strap secure. Our lips moist with our spit again, Danielle looks at me with pity and sighs. Overhead, the *High Violets* fill the air.
“Elle n’est pas la plus brillante, n’est-ce pas?” My Mistress asks her.
Danielle moves her head slowly side to side, so as not to drag my head too hard with hers, and mutters, “Mmm mmm.” She shrugs at me.
A firm hand tussle’s my hair and I hear, “You think I can’t read? Is that it?”
No…wait…just shut up!!!! Keep your mouth shut…
***SWACK!***
The cane lights up the top of my right leg and I moan into Danielle, “MMMMMMNNNNNNNN!!!!”
“You should know by know when I ask a question that you need to respond. Now, do you think I can’t read?”
I shake my head, no…then quickly nod yes.
*No…I mean…fuck fuck I don’t know!!!!!*
***SWACK! SWACK!***
The cane attacks twice on my back, arcing across from should to shoulder. Instinctively I arch back in pain, pulling Danielle with me. We nearly topple off the bench, but Danielle is able to keep me upright by leaning the other way. She then surprises me with anger in her eyes and a quick, “NNNNphhh!” towards my tormentor and jerks her butt in that direction.
“Oh really?” is the response. She walks around to the back of Danielle and begins stroking her backside with the cane. She moves the wicked thing up and down, teasing her flesh with very light taps. Danielle wiggles her butt on the bench again. She can’t see the reaction in our Mistress’s face, but I can, and it’s one of frustration.
*She’s going to kill her, why is she antagonizing her?*
Putting the cane and her drink down on a nearby table, Mistress Kim unbuttons the top two buttons of her dress shirt. She also undoes the buttons around her wrists and rolls up the sleeves just enough to glimpse her powerful forearms. The red light makes it hard to tell but her long, painted nails appear as black as night. In her charcoal suit pants and dark red shirt, she is terrifyingly powerful and gorgeous at the same time.
Looking at me she says, “So, should I punish her with the cane for her disobedience?”
I shake my head, no. Danielle looks at me with confused eyes, and then starts shaking her head at me to stop.
“So I should punish YOU for her attitude? Wow, you really have taken a liking to her.”
I vigorously shake my head again, “NO!”, although I know she’s right.
“Ah, so you DO want me to punish her. Elle pense que tu devrais te faire fouetter.” She whispers the last part into Danielle’s ear. My new partner looks at me with obvious disappointment in her eyes.
*What the hell is she saying to her!!!???*
“Don’t get too attached, Holly.” She says. “Danielle won’t be here much longer.”
She picks up the cane and begins stroking Danielle’s legs, moving to her breasts, gently gliding it along her flesh, while she says, “She’s a little bitch today because she knows I can’t leave any marks, isn’t that right you little French whore?”
She grabs a nipple and pulls both of us down with the force. I can tell she is pulling and twisting harder than normal because Danielle’s eyes well up with tears as she grimaces and moans in pain. The moment is brief, fortunately.
“No no, don’t want to risk any abrasions now do we? On veut des seins parfaits, non ?” Her hands now stroke Danielle’s back with their razor sharp looking nails.
“You…” she whacks the cane down suddenly on my right shoulder with a little sting behind it, “Well let’s be honest, I’m the only one who cares what you look like and if I can’t beat on this disrespecting shit, then I think I’d rather have you looking like a sun burned zebra today.”
Uh oh…
“Sebastien,” she says looking behind me, “Elle pense que tu devrais te faire fouetter.” She motions towards the top of the ceiling.
Almost immediately, his beautiful midnight black face appears in front of me, and he helps Danielle and I up off the bench and over to the middle of the tiled section. More drool is now running down my neck and breasts, and he takes a towel and wipes us clean again. He and Danielle share a moment of eye contact, and I can see their friendship isn’t nearly as new as mine is with hers. He next produces a short length of rope a few feet long with metal clips on each end. He hooks one end to a triangle shape piece of metal that connects the straps around our heads to the ball gag in our mouths. The other end is snapped to a metal ring in ceiling above us while Mistress Kim takes off the hand cuffs for a moment. Instead of a moment of reprieve, she takes our hands and cuffs them back in place between our lip-locked bodies, but crossing the cuffs as she binds our wrists to one other. We are now standing in the middle of the tiled floor between the bench and the large wooden cross, our lips again moist with saliva in their endless embrace, our hands pressed between us, slightly lifted by the tether holding the ball gag to the plane’s interior ceiling. A sudden silence fills the cabin as Cool Green finishes playing.
“So let’s see what else Holly has on her playlist…” She’s scrolling through my phone and settles on something. “I’ll be damned; your taste in music doesn’t entirely suck.”
Enigma’s heavy beat soon vibrates even the floor we’re standing on.
*“Return to Innocence”, she’s on my work out playlist…*
I feel hands on my breasts, and I realize that Danielle is gently fondling me. She’s caressing my nipples gently, stroking them back to their rock-like status. She’s smiling at me. I’m more worried about what’s to come, even more so now that Mister Donovan has walked back and is now sitting on a bar stool. He quietly speaks something to Sebastien, who steps behind the bar and begins making a drink. He soon sets it back on the bar top and Mister Donovan turns around to watch the spectacle.
*Enjoy the show…*
Mistress Kim steps off of the tiled area, sips her drink for a moment, then picks up her cane and walks back towards us. Bathed in red light, she is menacing and striking. The cane whips around in the air a few times, the whoosh sound in my ears daunting as I fear its harsh bite. She walks around us…she drags the cane across our bodies…between us, its resin core cool against the soft skin of our breasts. Danielle stops touching me, and instead now grabs my hands in hers, a smooth comfort against what is coming. Her soft hands bring mine up to her cheek, and she holds them there for a moment, looking at me with genuine sympathy. I return the look with momentary confusion.
*That can’t be good…*
***WACK!***
The strike is hard and pain sears across the back of my right leg. I wince, but it’s not as hard as I know she can hit with it. Suddenly, Danielle is rotating us, putting herself between the cane and I. Mistress Kim moves around, but we move with her. She laughs.
“Oh vraiment, Danielle?” She grabs my dance partner by the hair with one hand and then reaches around her with the cane in the other hand.
***WACK! WACK!***
Again, the wicked switch hits my right leg and I dance to the left a little, I wince again biting my half of our bit, pulling Danielle with me. I’m gripping her hands tightly in pain when Mistress Kim gives her a little shove. Connected to the tether above us, we stumble a little, and it opens up my backside to the wrong person.
***WACK! WACK!***
***WACK! WACK!***
I hear the whistle of the wind before my upper back feels the sting. Again, my back arches in pain, and a single muffled cry leaks between our embraced lips. Danielle holds my hands tightly, and despite the rubber bit between us reducing her speech to mumbles, I can tell her intended words are those of sympathy. The beat of Enigma pulses on, as we dance around the marbled floor. She tries to keep me away from Mistress Kim, but the length of her cane makes it a game that clearly only one of us is enjoying. All we can really manage to choreograph is a small circle under the ring holding us by the ball gag. Despite Danielle’s efforts, the licks spread. Between us, our drool is coating our breasts again, spilling over our cuffed and embraced hands.
***SWACK!!***
***SWACK!!***
The cane whips hard across both cheeks of my ass and I dance and hop away.
“OmmOmmOmmm!!!!” Is the only sound I can make through the spit and rubber ball. The pain sears through my head, but I feel loving hands squeeze harder. I try to pull away but there’s nowhere I can reach that the cane can’t seek out. Danielle tries but can do little to assuage my suffering. The back of my calves light up as she enjoys new targets of amusement.
***WACK! SWACK!!***
My right leg explodes in burning pain as two licks spread fire across my skin.
***WACK! SWACK!!***
I scream through the ball gag and Danielle begins to holler angrily through our bit as my left leg is lashed. She shakes her shoulders towards Mistress Kim. Tears are now coming from my eyes. An uncontrolled sob leaks out and my chest heaves for a moment. Several more swats land across my back again before the pain moves down again and I can hear the cane slice through the air.
***Woosh SWACK!!!!***
***Woosh SWACK!!!!***
***Woosh SWACK!!!!***
***Woosh SWACK!!!!***
I jerk up and dance away, my ass cheeks burning. No matter where I go, the cane finds me. We twist and turn and I hop and pull but there is nothing I can do to get away from the torment. The music plays and we twirl around the marble, dancing to a beat of my conductor. Tears pour freely from my eyes down my cheeks, my cries of anguish drowned by the voice of own playlist pouring through the planes speakers. I’ve lost track of how many times my skin has welted from the bite of her cane, but soon my ability to move around fades. Danielle can only hold my hands, and soon even her eyes are dripping tears for me, streaming down my own cheeks as the bit keeps our mouths together. My body stings from head to toe and the welts burn immensely. I even try screaming “volleyball!” but to no avail since I can’t speak through the ball gag.
*Why? What did I do…*
Another song plays and the whipping continues. Another song plays after that, and now my legs are shaking in pain. Snot is dripping out of my nose from the sobbing. The music no longer matters as I can’t hear anything through my own crying. At some point though, I realize that the blows have stopped. The music has stopped. The pain still throbs, but I open my tear filled eyes. Danielle is looking past me with angry eyes. I feel hands at the back of my head undoing the strap, and then my head is released from captivity. Long strings of red hued saliva glisten from my lips back to the ball still in Danielle’s mouth.
“Uhhhhhh” I moan. My jaw is sore from the gag and all of the biting. Sebastien steps in and un-cuffs Danielle’s wrists from mine, leaving the handcuffs on me while letting my arms go. I wipe my mouth and nose as best as I can, sniffling like a spanked five year old. Before I can wipe my eyes, my hands are taken and cuffed behind my back again. I don’t resist because I haven’t the energy. Looking down, angry red stripes line the side of my legs all the way up to my hips. There does not appear to be any skin that isn’t at least bright red. My ass and back feel the way my legs look.
Sebastien wipes up the drool on my neck and breasts and belly, then gently leads me over to the cross. Turning around, he attaches something to the handcuffs that keep me hooked to the middle of the wooden torture device. My legs are still shaking but I manage to stay up. He walks back over to Danielle, removing her mouth from the ball gag as well. She wipes herself clean with a towel that he hands her. Her sheer silk pants are as soaked as my own cheap cotton panties. She is facing Mistress Kim, who is standing in front of her between us.
“c’était trop elle ! Elle n’est pas prête ça !” I hear her say. Mistress Kim looks around Danielle at me, then back to Danielle.
“Elle apprendra. Vous étiez plus jeune.” Is her response. “Quite the attitude she has, isn’t it Holly?”
Still dazed and throbbing, I don’t respond, but since she isn’t looking directly at me I hope she isn’t expecting one. I don’t want to talk to her at all, but I don’t want to get hit again either. Her gaze never breaks from Danielle as she continues speaking.
“Tu n’es pas encore à lui. Je peux retarder ta remise des diplômes d’une semaine pour te laisser guérir si je voulais vraiment t’attaquer à nouveau.” She says sternly. She looks as though she’s thinking something over, cocking her head to the side. The red glow on her skin and her pointed ears make her seem more like a devil now.
Danielle’s shoulders slump and in a voice of submission she says, “Vous ne le feriez pas.”
“I would.” Is the response. She turns to me and asks, “What does Holly think? Is she ready?”
Ready for what?
“S’il vous plaît ne le faites pas.” Danielle says, meekly; almost begging. And then with a heavy French accent, “Please…Madame…non.”
*What did she threaten her with?*
Mistress Kim turns to Mister Donovan and says, “What do you think?”
He sips his drink, shakes his head as if to say “whatever, this is your circus”, shrugs his shoulders and says nothing. She turns back to Danielle. I notice that her hands straight down at her side and I can barely see her breathing at this point.
“I think we’ll have to find out for sure.” She nods at me then says, “Convince me.”
Danielle looks back at me for a moment, and then back at Mistress Kim in confusion. Her confusion is cleared up for the both of us.
“Convainquez-moi que vous l’aimez…” she then looks at me and translates, “Convince me you love her.”
*What the hell?*
Without hesitation Danielle responds, “Oui Maîtresse Kim”, and then turns and looks at me. A new song comes on; another Enigma song from my playlist. The entrancing beats and haunting voices fill the red lit cabin.
My eyes clearly betray my utter confusion. Her face is one of compassion now; concern. Her eyes soften and her lips turn upwards in a slight smile. Despite the red glow of the lights, her angelic face is the only thing I am looking at. Her lithe frame is accentuated by the devilish light, the shadows darker under her pointed breasts. Her nipples still point up sharply. I can now see what our drool has done to her silk pants, and they’re stuck to her skin. Her thong is soaked as well, and I can clearly see the distinct outline of her lips. Looking back up to her eyes, I can see them start to well up with tears. She turns away and walks over and reaches behind the bar. When she returns she’s holding a bottle of cold water and opens the top. Despite the copious amount of her spit that had lovingly slid down my throat, the thought of cold water ignites my thirst. She approaches me and holds the water up so I can drink.
“Je suis tellement désolé ma chérie.” She whispers softly, sliding up to my cheek as she holds the water to my lips. I swallow the cold liquid as I feel her warm lips gently press on my cheek. After a few swallows she pulls the bottle away and puts the cap on.
“Thank you.” I say, a drop of water hanging off of my lower lip.
Slowly, her lips move around and tenderly kiss the water drop, taking it to her tongue. Her lips barely graze mine. She puts the water bottle on the ground at her feet, then stands up and puts her hands on my cheeks, leans forward and kisses my forehead, despite the beads of sweat I now realize have formed. If she cares, she shows no sign, as her lips come back down to mine. They part slightly, and I can see her little tongue just inside. I lean into her, but she pulls back just after our lips make contact.
“Bientôt…” she whispers, “…soon, mon amour.”
Danielle slides her hands down to my shoulders slowly, her hands caressing my skin as a lover would. She turns her fingers over to slide her painted nails along, alternating as she moves down my sides, careful not to touch any welts as she moves down my torso. I wince as her finger slides off of a painful reminder.
“Oooh” I accidentally utter.
She pops up and holds my face softly in her hands and says, “Non non non… Elle t’a blessé, mon amour… laisse-moi t’aider.”
“I wish I knew what you were saying Danielle.”
After saying her name she leans forward and presses her lips firmly yet gently against mine. She begins kissing me gently on my neck, leaning forward, nibbling up to my ears. I know the feeling between my legs and already I know I’m wet. Her hands move slowly down do my hips as she continues kissing, her lips traveling and tip toeing across my skin. I feel the tell tale prickling feeling as a wave of pleasure spreads over me, despite the stings still echoing across my body. My breathing gets heavier. Her lips move to my breasts, and I feel the heat of her breath on my nipple just before her lips part and take it in. I feel the tongue I so desperately want rewarding another desire as she rolls my budding nipping around her mouth.
“Yes…” I moan out loud, not caring who hears me.
Her hands are moving slowly around my waist now. Small fingers dance in and out of the elastic band of my panties as she goes, slowly tugging as if she wants to slide them down. My hips start to gyrate in response as I long to feel her fingers lower. Her lips move from nipple to nipple, her hands reaching behind me and gently cupping my buttocks, careful not to press too hard on my burning skin. Sliding her tongue up to my neck, she moves in and slides her tongue just under and around my ear lobe, causing me to shiver again in pleasure. Her hands move back up to my breasts and she gently holds them.
“Je te veux mon amour…” she whispers seductively in my ear, “Je ne peux plus attendre d’être avec toi, ou mon cœur brisé cessera de battre…”
I don’t need to speak her language to know what she wants, and I want it too. She leans in and our lips meet without the impedance of the rubber ball. Her lips part, and I let her in. My eyes close as the familiar taste of her mouth fills mine. Our tongues move together, seeking one another out. Her lips cover mine as she forces her way in, her hands on the back of my head pulling me in closer. I want so desperately to touch her with my own hands, and I strain against the handcuffs keeping me from what is so agonizingly close. She pulls away slowly, her lips holding onto mine for a brief second, her hands up around the back of my head, cradling me. As a single tear streams down her face, she looks into my eyes and says four words that explode my heart.
“Je vous aime.”
The music stops, the red lights turn to white. We both look to Mistress Kim who says in disgust, “Fuck you Danielle.”
Danielle doesn’t need a translator to know what was said based on the smile on her face, but Mistress Kim isn’t the only one disappointed with the results of the charade. The anger on her face is clear, but I make sure I don’t make eye contact and quickly turn back towards the siren in front of me. She looks back and smiles and walks away over to where Sebastien is standing and assume the “hands at the side” position. She is no longer smiling or showing any sign of any emotion.
Mistress Kim looks at them, jerks her head to the back of the plane and says, “Clean her up” and then adds the French translation as well. They disappear into the back and I worry that I won’t see Danielle again. She puts the drink down behind the bar and walks over to me. Her bulging breasts and imposing form stand before me, but I’m thankful the cane is nowhere near us. She leans around and unsnaps me from the cross, turns me around, and then undoes the handcuffs. I look down at my wrists, but it’s my legs I am shocked to see. The deep, dark welts and bright red skin between them look exactly like a sunburned Zebra. I can’t help but smile. The pain has reduced itself to a warm burn, which is strangely comforting.
She says nothing as she leads me over to the large couch. Before sitting me down, she hooks her thumbs on my moist panties and slides them down my feet. I use her shoulder to steady myself after nearly falling when I raise a leg to let her take them off. She does not acknowledge my nakedness, but instead walks to the back of the plane again behind the closed doors, taking my panties with her. When she emerges she is holding a very thick and soft looking black robe much too big for me. The quality of the robe is immediate as she slides it over my shoulders and it falls around my feet. She helps my arms through the holes, and then closes the robe over me, tying it with the sash. Gingerly, she helps me down to the couch, and after pressing a button, the entire couch bottom lifts up like a giant recliner. It slides outward as well, towards the massive monitor screen on the opposite wall. She slides next to me, still in her suit pants and shirt and shoes, and holds my hand as she settles in.
Before I can say anything she looks at me and says, “I know, Holly, but how can I expand your horizons if I don’t know how far ahead you’re looking?”
She reaches over and finds the remote, clicks a button, and every light in the cabin turns off. A moment later and my entire world is filled with the brightness of the setting sun through a camera mounted in the front of the plane.
The entire western horizon lays before us.
Source: reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/10n185h/hollys_tales_part_15