Julia · Part 1 (1/2)
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© Sean Malone, June 1989. Published in 'Pleasure Bound' magazine by permission from the author
Julia turned onto her back and opened her hazel eyes, feeling the satiny sheets clinging warmly to her bare skin. It was morning on Jolan II, the beginning of her first day on the infamous Planet of Pleasure. She stretched out lazily and arched her back, while her firm nipples pressed hard against the silky sheets. The circular bed was three metres across, and it was set into a curved alcove with a wide space around, the mirrored walls tapered inward to reflect the bed, its facets revealing a dozen images of her while above the large mirrored ceiling showed her spreadeagled, abandoned in its centre. Her brown hair lay neat like a helmet protecting her pretty face while the diaphanous material seemed to cling to her body, softly tenting over her erect nipples, revealing the trim luxury of her lissome figure.
The dream had been vivid, and deliciously erotic. She had fallen asleep naked on the circular bed. She was dreamily floating when the silky sheet delicately lifted and was gone, and those small, delicate fingers slowly and softly caressed her limbs until she reached out, open and abandoned. The rapturous feeling spread to her breasts and her parted thighs. Something soft and clinging possessed her wrists and ankles, gently pulling, stretching her until she was as taut as a guitar string. But she was not conscious of her restraint, only the hot sensations.
She quivered at the light but rhythmic whipping of her inner thighs, the thongs finding her tender core. A soft touch flowed up her legs submerging her in liquid pleasure. A warm suction found and enclosed each swollen bud, tongue tips circling, flicking until her nipples seemed about to explode. Sweet warm moistness covered her mound, the tongue fluttering, penetrating, searching. Pleasure tingled then filled her groin like liquid fire, down within and between her lips, now elusive and then sweetly finding her entrance, now delicately pressing and then a blissful suction at her tender clit. Fingers and now tongues caressed her arms, her inner thighs, the soles of her feet, the tender flesh beneath her ears.
Her crescendo of pleasure grew and expanded, and she quivered, exploding in spasms of ecstasy while she screamed, and then cried. Gradually the rapture receded as she fell into a dreamless sleep, while the tension relaxed and her bonds unfolded, her covering replaced. She knew nothing more until she awoke, alone but still tender between the silky sheets.
The room was expansive, dwarfing the luxurious bed and Julia reminded herself that this was part of the prize she had been so lucky to win on her home planet, Aldus VI. Few had the chance of a visit to the most decadent and exclusive club in the galaxy. The more warnings she had been given the more exciting it had sounded. The agent had said little about what she would see and do on Jolan II, and this had only increased her curiosity.
It was an incredible prize, three whole months of luxurious adventure on the Pleasure Planet, won in that competition light years away, so soon after her sixteenth birthday. It seemed like yesterday when she had collected her tickets and prepared for the journey, taking all those shots and having that surprisingly intimate medical examination with all those measurements. And she had wondered about signing that indemnity form, but all the other lucky winners had signed also so it was obviously just routine. And then she had boarded the liner and enjoyed the comfortable journey through hyperspace. The crew had been so friendly that she had felt very much at her ease until the journey had ended with the short shuttle trip down to Jolan II.
She had arrived at the planetside terminal wearing a comfortable, figure-hugging jumpsuit, showing off her trim young figure. She knew she had all the right curves in all the right places. And then what a reception! That tall, well developed, dark haired man in his short leather tunic and tall black boots who had been there to meet her, all the other girls separating with their own guides. And then Sadon had been so polite and infuriatingly impersonal as he had casually locked a stout leather cuff around her wrist linked to a long leather strap, explaining the local custom that unescorted women could be claimed by any man on Jolan II for his own pleasure.
Erotic thoughts came of Sadon claiming her for his pleasure and her own, and there had been no thought of resistance or escape as his practised movements had made Julia a captive. She had felt comfortable and safe, but curiously excited in his charge while he escorted her through the city. Now a new day had dawned. She lay quietly, enjoying her surroundings.
She relaxed as her hand slipped down over her belly to her curly mound, finding the wetness, stroking her lips gently. Her delicate practised fingers slipped between to awaken that tiny source of her rapture, her palm resting comfortably on those springy brown curls. Her clit was tender but slippery, elusive. Its firmness, and then the warm sweetness grew and spread until she began to toss restlessly, gasping with the surge of pleasure. She opened her eyes to see every lewd gesture multiplied in a dozen mirrors to enhance her delight. Images of the strong and handsome Sadon filled her mind while shamelessly she caressed herself.
She kicked the sheet down to expose the erotic sight of her naked, twisting curves, stroking her breasts and parting her legs to reveal those swollen, glistening lips and her pink crevice within, until at last she lay at rest, a single finger pressed into the hot sweetness of her soft wet cleft.
After the erotic dream, and her indulgent awakening Julia needed an invigorating bath. She reached across to the simple but unfamiliar control panel beside her bed, and programmed the cleansing chamber. She selected a moderately high water temperature and aerated whirlpool mode, with a touch of a fresh blossom aroma.
Lazily she rose and wandered around the room, inspecting its facilities. Her clothes had been removed while she slept, and others prepared for her. Perhaps the dream had been real after all, she reflected. She decided to order breakfast, and returned to the console for a moment to select a fruit yoghurt accompanied by muesli and coffee, timed to arrive after she had completed her bath. Soon a friendly voice announced that the water was ready. In the mirrored bathroom she stepped into the large, circular shower base, her feet apart, holding the grips high on the wall before her.
The thick transparent plastic screen closed around her and locked in place, and slowly its inner ring of spray nozzles passed up over her from ankles to chin. The water felt like fierce hot needles, the special additives penetrating, cleaning and moisturising her skin until she felt fresh and tingling all over. Between her feet another jet fountained up between her legs, flicking forward and back, and then pausing to pulse up into her vagina. She felt the warm pressure fill her and then drain, then again. She opened herself to the cleansing warm pulsating jet, gasping at its stimulation. The spray reached her breasts, then finally her neck.
The hemispherical hood lowered into place over her head and Julia felt liquid squirt into her hair. The plastic fingers pressed into her scalp, kneading, massaging away her tensions. After the massage she felt needle jets again rinsing until she felt fresh and clean.
The spray stopped, and immediately she felt hot water rising into the chamber until it reached her neck. Barely had her feet lifted from the bottom when the aerated jets started up, bringing her skin to life again as they whirled the water around her. She felt the bubbles tickling as they flowed between her legs. Only too soon the bath was over and the water automatically drained. Warm air blowers comfortably dried her body, and the puffs of perfumed talc enveloped her, making her feel smooth and comfortable. She ran her fingers over her tingling skin, finding those lower curls springy but soft. The curved screen slid open and she felt reborn as she stepped back into the bedroom, giving her short hair a quick brush before trying her breakfast. And there it was, ready in the serving hatch.
She thought again of Sadon and his accomplished mastery as he had leashed and led her through the city. She would make sure that he would notice her this time. She clenched her thighs at the thought of his strength, his masculinity. The gossamer pink panties had a pretty red bow at each hip, and concealed very little. A scarf-like wisp of diaphanous pink material scarcely covered her breasts, and she knotted it behind. Next came long pink patterned stockings that clung to her shapely legs, and bright red, shiny calf-length boots with impossibly high heels. Now she fastened the tiny, hip-length, bright red shiny skirt around her waist, and the matching cloak about her shoulders.
Only one item remained, like two thick glossy black semicircles hinged together, with small but stout rings set into its outer surface. It was like a choker, and she fitted it round her neck, snapping the ends together, noticing that there was no obvious catch to unfasten it again. She tingled at the thought of Sadon's leash. Would he force her again to follow him, a docile captive?
Sitting at the dressing table she applied her makeup, using bright red lipstick and pink powder on her cheeks with a touch of rouge, long black lashes and a hint of mascara. She stood and turned in front of the mirror, examining the effect of the high heels on her posture. Her shapely legs were taut, her buttocks wickedly lifted, and her breasts thrust forward. She was stunning. She would make sure that he succumbed to her charms once he arrived.
Just as she was ready the door slid aside and he entered, tall and muscular. Without a word he took her arm and effortlessly spun her round, crossing her hands behind her. She felt the strands firmly binding her wrists, then her elbows. A gag was pressed into her mouth. She was silenced. All thoughts of seduction evaporated as she realised her vulnerability. Her shoulders were pulled back, and her breasts even more firmly thrust out. She was seductively clothed, she had made herself alluring and now she was helpless to resist his advances.
She scarcely noticed as he clipped his leash to her collar. But then he jerked it, and she winced as little points pressed into her neck. She was truly his captive now. She would follow him unprotesting. It was her first excursion in the city of pleasure, and she had no idea what she was going to see or do. Her heart pounded as he led her quickly, purposefully towards their destination. They moved through a maze of steel corridors, up escalators and along moving walkways between buildings, to find themselves in a lift with four other captive, silenced girls, all similarly dressed. Julia recognised them from the ship. The lift fell swiftly but smoothly, deep into the heart of the city. They emerged into a large circular, domed chamber where a small group of naked girls and young men was waiting for them.
Their pretty young leader stepped forward, her lithe figure delightfully displayed.
'Welcome to the School for Pleasure,' she started. 'Here our brightest young sex artistes become skilful enough to entertain audiences all over the galaxy. You have been selected for your beauty and sensuality, and you came here freely to participate in our adventurous sexual activities here on Jolan II. While you are slaves, your pretty bodies are playthings for our young artistes. You are here to enjoy pleasure and excitement, and to give an entertaining performance before the millions who are watching the show today, both here and on the holovid.
She snapped her fingers, and the girls and young men crowded forward. The girls stunned Julia with their shockingly unconcerned, cheerful nudity. They flaunted prettily budding breasts beneath little red capes, youthful hips and pert bottoms. Their slits, narrow or plump were all innocently hairless. They wore shiny red collars, cuffs and wristlets, and stout leather belts imprisoned their slender waists. Suggestive jewellery hung from pierced nipples, betraying their eagerly uninhibited sexuality. These were not the innocents they had at first appeared to be. The young men wore blue ankle and wrist cuffs, with collars and stout leather belts like the girls. But there the similarity ended. Their pricks were deceptively quiescent, while their balls were confined by smooth bands fitted with stout rings in front and behind.
Four young artistes surrounded Julia, taking the leash from Sadon and leading her away from the crowd. Impish fingers explored her clothes, fiddling with the ties until her panties fell to the floor quickly followed by her other clothes. Now she was bare and defenceless, and their advances became progressively outrageous and intimate. First her bottom and then her breasts were cheekily pinched, while other fingers caressed her expertly. Bold inquisitive fingers were indifferent to her sensitivity as they investigated her curly mound, pulling at her cunt lips and twiddling her clit. Julia squirmed gasping in response, quite helpless to resist with her arms so tightly bound behind.
Distracted, she hardly noticed when they began to descend the steps that led down through rows of steeply terraced seats towards the circular arena in the centre of the chamber. But the crowd eyed the five naked girls as they approached, and a hubbub of excited chatter filled the chamber. Camera crews focused, and spotlights illuminated their nudity as they were escorted down the steps. Then came the announcement.
'Ladies and Gentlemen,' the announcer started. 'You see before you five of the loveliest young girls from Aldus VI, and all barely sixteen years of age. They have all come to Jolan II for three full months, hoping for new and exciting adventures, knowing that we have here the wildest sex planet in the entire galaxy. And here they are before you in captivity naked, beautiful, excited and ready to take part in our spectacular show at the School for Pleasure.
Cheers and appreciative whistles filled the chamber as the girls were escorted into the arena. Julia was halted, then turned around before the audience as cameras focused on her floodlit figure, while commentators described her shapely bottom cheeks, her lovely breasts, and her pretty neat mound. Meanwhile her companions were similarly displayed in other parts of the chamber.
As she looked around in the hubbub of sound Julia could see rows and rows of provocatively dressed people of all ages sitting in plush seats, many fondling each other unashamedly. Half of Jolan II must be here, she thought! But she was not allowed time to think for herself. Those insistent, teasing fingers reached under her again from behind. She wriggled sensuously in response to the titillation, much to the delight of the audience.
In the arena naked young young men and girls were moving and adjusting some sort of innocent looking exercise apparatus. But now Julia saw that it was far from innocent. A long, narrow padded bench was fitted with manacles at each end to imprison a girl's young limbs, with a high pad in the middle to lift her bottom, evidently for punishment. A vertical steel triangle was ready to manacle a girl with her legs stretched apart. She saw that the padded manacles were hinged in halves, but they had no straps or obvious fastenings. A small, padded horse with four splayed legs was similarly fitted. Julia wondered at the purpose of a shorter padded bench, positioned between two vertical posts.
A horizontal beam carried a series of lifelike dildos thrusting upwards from its centre, and arranged in order of size. Between two more vertical posts there was another beam, this time narrower. There were other gleaming appurtenances, steel restraints to capture elusive limbs, spreader bars and hanging ropes.
Her escorts gripped Julia's arms firmly, and moved her forward. They laid her face down under a hanging steel spreader bar. She felt strong hands lifting her feet behind her back, stretching them out to the ends of the bar. Cuffs possessed her ankles. Quickly her arms were freed, and then stretched back, up and out to the waiting cuffs. They removed her gag. The bar rose, rotating slowly in the spotlight. She felt those eyes with their magnifying viewers focusing on her breasts, and then on those delights between her parted legs; from her mound, parted to expose her clit aroused by those manipulating fingers, to the pink inner flesh of her open cunt. She knew she was a tempting and available target for those youthful cocks.
Soon all five of the lovely captives were similarly fastened and suspended around the arena. Julia could see her companions, hogtied and exposed as she was herself. They turned slowly, delighting the crowd with the erotic beauty of their display. Kathy displayed the pink, glistening inner flesh of her slit, which seemed to divide her widely parted legs in a vertical line running up from her mound below, to her bottom above. Her breasts were forced outwards, proud nipples reaching for attention like Julia's own. And there was plenty of attention at hand. Her enthusiastic escorts were only just beginning their ministrations.
A girl dipped her fingers into Julia's moist crevice. She was helpless to resist those intimate attentions. She felt a young man grip her waist firmly, a pressure at her entrance and then the thrust of his long hard cock deep into her, stretching her cunt. She squirmed with a sinuous sensuality as the firm strokes continued, much to the delight of the audience. An inner warmth began to grow and spread. But suddenly she screamed with shock as a cane struck the tender sole of her foot. She felt herself contract with the pain and squeeze the deeply thrusting cock. The young man felt the contractions of her hot young vagina. She was a delicious fuck.
Her cunt was silky soft and wet as he thrust, clinging and gripping as he withdrew. Only his training prevented him from coming in the first few strokes. Julia felt his steady, deep and insistent thrusts expanding her cunt, frictioning her clit with every stroke.
She moaned, distracted as another young man pushed his cock into her open mouth. She began to suck it greedily, licking his shaft and closing her lips around its base. He felt her mouth warm, moist and full of surprises, and wondered at her naive expertise. Her tongue played so sweetly that he was soon forced to come, spurting down her throat as she swallowed his sperm. The remaining girl began to lash Julia's breasts lightly, tugging periodically at her ultrasensitive nipples. The other young man pulled her swinging, suspended body towards him as he stroked faster and thrust deeper into her. Soon he jerked and gasped as he spurted deep into her cunt.
Julia felt the pleasure spreading. The girls took it in turns to lash her breasts and her juicy cunt, carefully timing her responses. And then she exploded, jerking wildly as those blissful spasms convulsed her in perfect unison with her companions, five helpless girls climaxing all at once with five simultaneous cries of ecstasy. They were raised still wriggling, high above the arena. It was a fine erotic spectacle for the crowd. Juice dribbled down from their open, freshly fucked cunts. They turned slowly, quivering and gasping, still tingling with pleasure. Julia could hardly believe that this was happening to her, but a glimpse of Kathy and Debbie confirmed that it was all real enough. Their sexily wriggling bodies, their open and glistening cunts like hers would be an erotic sight. But now it was time for the announcer again.
'Ladies and Gentlemen, after that short but very entertaining display, we now present, for your delectation and amusement, a demonstration called "Our Favourite Lesson" that is performed by our second year pupils.' A round of applause followed this introduction.
A ring of small padded seats emerged from the arena, each fixed on top of a tubular column. From each a slippery, lifelike rubber dildo rose, mounted on a steel inner shaft. The rounded tips of the dildos were a little narrower than their bases. Some were pink, while others were black.
The pretty naked girls ran into the arena wearing only collars and cuffs. Handstands combined with the splits, cartwheels and other acrobatics revealed every inch of their supple young bodies to the delighted audience, who retained delightful visions of what lay between their parted legs. The girls were obviously excited, chattering loudly as they bowed together, then ran to their places, each ready to mount one of those instruments of pleasure.
The naked girls stood over the dildos, facing the audience with legs astride, the rubber tips pressing into their slits. Fingers parted youthful lips, while firm smooth rubber pressed up into tight little entrances. Cunts yielded, stretching as the excited youngsters lowered themselves slowly and carefully, squirming not entirely for the benefit of the crowd as those slippery shafts penetrated high into their bellies. Lips stretched incredibly around the thick bases of lifelike organs, clits pressed tightly against slippery surfaces, feeling the tiniest movement. Now their bottoms rested on tiny pads, and little clits met gently vibrating projections.
The mounted girls wriggled enticingly, gasping as the movement provoked more sensations. The columns rose until their toes scrabbled for the floor, but remained dangling. Dildos slowly withdrew from stretched cunts and then thrust again higher, lifting those squirming bottoms, ridged surfaces bringing intense raptures. The girls laughed, chattered and squealed with excitement, as if they were riding nothing more outrageous than a roller coaster.
But now young men carrying canes entered the arena to attend to the young captives. Diverting hands reached for warm cocks, but wrist cuffs were quickly, expertly fastened behind collars. Now the girls were helpless to defend their tender bottoms. Fingers teased and caressed little nipples until the little minxes were all responding with spasms of pleasure. Kisses were fragrant and heady, the little sirens distracting the young men deliberately. But not for long.
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