Jonah

Chapter 3

Jonah awoke when the wagon bumped over the shoulder of the road and then came to a halt. There were a few groggy moments when he yawned and blinked, not remembering where he was. He tried to stretch his aching arms and back and was surprised to find his arms secured. That woke him up and he remembered everything that had been going on. He was still in the back of the wagon. It was now nearly dark and they must have traveled at a steady pace for hours. Jonah was surprised he had dozed off, but he had been tired and the boredom had been getting to him. It was a small, little traveled road they were on and they had only passed a few other people all afternoon, mostly farm carts whose owners paid no attention to Jonah at all. Now they seemed to be in an even more remote area.

Jonah wondered how far they had gone. They must have covered quite a few miles, probably fifty or more. He realized that unless Antonio could find out which way they had gone, it would be difficult for him to find them. The Amazons traveled at least as fast, and probably faster, than the gypsy wagons. The gypsies usually slept late, so the Amazons would have had a good head start on them. Antonio may not have even found out what was happening to Jonah until later in the day, if he knew at all. At least several people from the inn knew he had been taken, but would they tell Antonio even if he asked?

Jonah knew that Antonio was very resourceful. He was also confident that Antonio wouldn't give up on him. Jonah and Antonio had become very close friends in the short time they had known each other. Jonah thought of Antonio as a big brother. Antonio would discover the truth and he would find a way to track them down, but Jonah had to face the fact that it may be some time before Antonio would be able to rescue him. For now Jonah was on his own. He either had to find a way to get free or get help from someone else. Jonah was still confident that he would be freed if he could just get to someone in authority. They would probably come to a town eventually and Jonah would be freed, but what then? He had no money, not even any clothes at the moment. How would he get back to the inn, let alone track down Antonio again if they had already left? The more time that went by, the harder it would be to find them. Jonah, feeling frustrated, struggled again with his restraints, but it was useless. Vandrel and Helanda started taking things out of the wagon and setting up camp, but for the time being ignored Jonah.

After a while Helanda climbed back into the wagon and came to Jonah. She unclipped him from the rails and pulled him to his feet. He struggled a little when his hands were free, but she had no trouble holding him and quickly secured his hands to his collar. "Anxious for another spanking, slave? You'll get it soon enough for that," she said. She led him to the back of the wagon, picked him up easily, and handed him down to Vandrel who set him back on his feet. He could see there were blankets spread out again and a fire going already. She took hold of his leash and began leading him toward a stream that ran nearby. She led him fast and he was having trouble keeping up. His legs were still chained together a foot apart and there was underbrush tripping him up. The pressure on his balls from the leash was quite uncomfortable, and the jerks when he stumbled made him suck in his breath and have to struggle not to cry out.

At the stream Vandrel had Jonah kneel down and she washed him with the cold water. She dried him with a towel then led him shivering back up to the blankets. They let him sit on the blanket and put another around his shoulders to warm him as they ate. This time he was able to use both hands to eat and he was sitting, so was more comfortable, though they had to hand him each thing since the chains attaching his hands to the collar were so short. Jonah ate in silence. By the time they finished it was dark.

"Now, you have a spanking coming I believe." Helanda said standing over Jonah. Jonah cringed, but wisely remained silent and didn't struggle as she grabbed his hand and pulled him to his feet. Again she took his leash and wrapped it around an overhead branch. She held a paddle in her hand and walked slowly around Jonah as she had before, looking him up and down and making him squirm. Vandrel looked on, her eyes glittering amusedly in the firelight. Finally Helanda began to give the swats. She gave him twenty again, dragging them out slowly until Jonah was whimpering. "Are you going to behave next time?" she asked him.

"Yes Mistress Helanda," Jonah gasped.

"Good," Helanda said. She was pleased with Jonah's training so far. She began touching him lightly until she had him squirming for a new reason. It didn't take long before he was hard again. "Now its time for some fun." She reached over his head and unwrapped the leash, to Jonah's relief. She handed it to Vandrel and then Helanda began removing her pants. Jonah looked at his feet, ashamed. He knew what was coming next and dreaded it. She sat on the blanket and leaned back some on a big pillow, her legs spread wide. She beckoned him with her finger, a lewd smile on her face. Jonah hesitated just a little. He didn't want to do it, but knew he would get more punishment if he delayed. He knelt down and slowly crawled between Helanda's legs. It was even more humiliating to have to crawl between her thighs willingly. He found Helanda disgusting and he did not want to lick the big, wet, hairy snatch he was facing. Yet he also was disgusted with himself. Here he was, a grown man (or so he thought himself), kneeling to lick a large woman he wasn't even attracted to who was old enough to be his mother. All because he was afraid of being spanked.

Jonah knew that he was going to do it though. He couldn't face another spanking right now and only hoped he could do a good enough job that she wouldn't spank him again after. He also was disgusted with himself for how badly he wanted to slide his cock into her slit rather than his tongue. He was so horny that right now even fucking Helanda appealed to him. Maybe if he pleased her well enough she would let him, or much better yet, he might get to fuck Vandrel. He tentatively stuck out his tongue and lightly began to lick Helanda's cunt. She wasted no time and grabbed him by the hair and pushed his face roughly into her and he began licking in earnest.

He licked her for a long time. He closed his eyes and tried not to think about what he was doing. That didn't work too well, though. Helanda wasn't satisfied with the job he was doing and cracked his ass with the leather strap. Jonah tried harder. Eventually he heard her breath quicken and he ran his tongue hard in a circle on her clit. She came holding the back of his head, pushing him into her. When she was calming down Jonah slowed his licking, but didn't stop. She pushed on his head leading his tongue down to her lips. "Put your tongue deep inside me," she directed. Jonah stuck his tongue as far into her as he could. He licked up all the cum dripping out of her. Eventually he worked his way back up to her clit and after a while managed to make her cum again. She pushed his head away and said, "That's enough for now. You're learning, but you still have a long way to go. We'll have to be sure you get lots of practice." She helped him to his feet and gave him a drink of water. Jonah was glad for the break. His tongue and jaw were beginning to ache. He was also very glad that it didn't seem that Helanda would punish him further just yet. "Well, I guess it's your turn with him now," she said to Vandrel.

Vandrel stood and approached Jonah. She stood very close to him, her breasts just a few inches from his face. Vandrel smiled down at him then slowly peeled off her shirt, exposing her beautiful breasts to him again. She just stood there letting him look, watching his reaction. Then she asked, "Do you still want to touch them?"

"Oh yes, Mistress Vandrel," Jonah replied. He raised his hand and started to grab her left breast, but she backed away and at the same time rapped him in the balls with the back of her hand. Though she hadn't hit him hard, that sick feeling rose up from his groin to his stomach. He instinctively tried to use his hands to cover himself, but they jerked short on the chains to the collar.

"I didn't tell you to touch them, I just asked if you wanted to. You just earned another punishment later," Vandrel said sternly. "Now let's try again. Do you want to touch them?"

"Yes, Mistress Vandrel," Jonah said, this time holding still.

"Better," Vandrel said and she pushed her tits against his face. Jonah enjoyed the feeling and waited. "You may touch me now." Jonah reached up tentatively and lightly touched her left breast. Vandrel sighed and pushed into his hand. Jonah reached his other hand up and grabbed her other breast. Vandrel watched Jonah's face as he touched her. It was obvious this was the first time he ever touched a woman's bosom, and he was getting very excited. She let him fumble with them for a while, to get a good feel however he wanted, but then she began to instruct him on how to touch them to arouse her. Vandrel taught him to lightly touch them teasingly at first, gradually grabbing harder. She taught him to touch the nipples at the right times and with the right pressure, occasionally sucking or biting lightly. She reached down and lightly stroked Jonah's cock, which was harder than ever. His breathing was getting quicker. He seemed to really be enjoying himself. She let him touch her until she was dripping wet, then she whispered in his ear, "I'm ready for you now," as she lightly held his cock. She saw the excitement in his eyes and knew he had misunderstood, just like she wanted him to. She sat down and leaned back on the pillows seductively, her legs spread wide.

Jonah fell to his knees and crawled to Vandrel, hoping he was finally going to be allowed to fuck her and get to cum. He was so horny at this point he could think of nothing else. He crawled between her legs and then up her body until his hands were grabbing her breasts again. "Oh, you've got me so hot," Vandrel whispered in his ear. He positioned his crotch above hers and tried to line his cock up with her pussy. It was more difficult than he would have thought, especially without his hands to help guide him. He felt his cock brush across her bush and he backed up and got it up against her lips, feeling wetness. He started to push forward to try to enter her, but then he felt pressure on his balls. It was the leash and harness. Helanda had grabbed the leash and was pulling back. He tried to resist, he wanted to fuck Vandrel so badly, but the pressure soon got to be too much and he had to back away. Vandrel grabbed the top of his head and pushed it down to her crotch.

Jonah groaned in frustration. He was so horny he didn't think he could stand it anymore. He knew what he had to do though and went to work on Vandrel's pussy with his mouth. He was not nearly so reluctant this time and was starting to get into it. He lay flat on the ground so that he could rub his cock against the blanket as he licked, but then Helanda pulled straight up on his leash so that he had to raise his rear way into the air. Both ladies laughed. Vandrel's thighs hid Jonah's blush. "None of that now. Pay attention to what you're doing," Vandrel said. Jonah had only paused a second in response to the ache in his balls, but immediately went back to licking. He kept it up for a long time and eventually Vandrel came. She pushed him away and said, "That's enough for now." His mouth was really tired so he was glad to stop.

Vandrel sat back and rested. Helanda pulled Jonah onto his feet. After giving him a drink of water she began to touch Jonah all over. Her hand gently stroking his chest, then sliding down his stomach to cup his balls, making him squirm. Soon she had him very worked up and drooling precum. Then she took the leash and led him to an overhanging branch. Jonah knew what must be coming and Helanda laughed satisfied at the nervous expression on his face. Soon the leash was tied to the branch and Jonah waited helplessly to see what Helanda was going to do. Helanda sat beside Vandrel and the two of them just rested a little drinking some wine. Both were pleased with his progress. He had a long way to go, but was taking to the slave life well. He needed to improve his technique and endurance, but was off to a good start at pleasing them. After about 20 minutes Vandrel got to her feet and approached Jonah. "Now it is time for your punishment." She gave him twenty lashes as he tried his best to hold still so as not to tighten the leash.

"I guess it's your turn with him again," Vandrel said to Helanda.

Helanda removed all of her clothes this time before releasing the leash from the branch. Though he had already licked her pussy twice, this was the first time he saw her whole body naked. She definitely did not look as good to him as Vandrel, yet he still found himself erecting just from the sight of her. He was feeling so horny and the ache in his balls was more pronounced than before. His mouth was tired and he didn't know if he would be able to lick her again. Helanda had no doubt that he would though and didn't hesitate long before she had him on his knees before her. She didn't have him start licking right away, though. She said, "You can start on my tits first, slave," and she sat back down on the cushion." Jonah reluctantly went to work on her tits with his hands and mouth as he had for Vandrel earlier. Jonah didn't enjoy it as much, yet still grew hornier and hornier as he served her. When Helanda was ready she pushed his head down between her legs and he licked her again. He was tired, but tried his best and was able to go long enough to get her to cum. He hoped she would tell him to stop, but she did not say anything so he tried to keep going. He was really tired by the time he managed to bring her to another orgasm and he paused thinking she must be done this time. "Keep going, slave," she said sternly and he felt a lash from the strap she held in her hand. (Somehow she always seemed to have something at hand to punish him with.) Jonah stepped up his effort and somehow found the energy to keep going until he was able to give her another one. Finally, mercifully, she pushed his head away and said "Enough for now." She gave him several long drinks of water and Jonah was able to rinse the pubic hair from his mouth and felt a little better.

His relief at being finished would be short-lived and he was dismayed to hear Vandrel immediately say "Good, it's finally my turn again." He really didn't think he could keep going this time and yet he still found his face between her legs licking again. He was going much more slowly and started to quit when he felt the strap again. They were able to keep him going by giving him lashes whenever he started slowing down and eventually he was able to make Vandrel cum 4 times before they let him rest again. His jaw was aching, his ass was burning, his balls were aching, and he was far hornier than he had ever been in his life. Exhausted he just wanted to go to sleep and he couldn't believe it when after another drink Vandrel said, "Okay, it's your turn again." Jonah groaned aloud, which just earned him another couple of lashes.

Helanda didn't really even want him to lick her anymore, she felt very satisfied. However, the slave was going to need to increase his endurance way beyond what it was now, so it would be necessary for them to have him lick them many times each day. She was just going to have to let him do it again. If he had difficulty pleasing Vandrel the last time, then pleasing Helanda this time was pure torment. He could hardly keep going, yet he had the strap as a regular reminder that he couldn't stop. He didn't know how he did it, but managed to keep going until he had satisfied her yet again. He was actually crying, but not surprised when after a drink he looked up to see Vandrel beckoning him with her finger. So without even a short rest he was back to licking her pussy again. Finally after satisfying her a last time and being spanked nearly continuously throughout they were ready to go to sleep for the night.

Jonah slept between them, his wrists still attached to his collar. He was warned to stay still and not so much as stand up without permission. The leash still attached to his harness was in Helanda's hand even as she slept and he didn't have much hope of getting away in the night. He awoke a couple of times with his cock hard and tried rubbing it against the blankets. Helanda proved to be a very light sleeper and each time caught him at it and yanked the leash telling him to stop. He eventually passed the night ending his first day as a slave.

After a long and not especially restful night Jonah was awakened by Helanda grabbing his balls. She played with them until he was awake and also erect and very aroused. Once he began moving his hips and breathing heavier she pulled him to his feet. He stood there blinking groggily in the first morning light. It took him less time to remember his situation. Jonah felt even hornier than the day before and wanted so much to stroke his cock like he usually did when he first awoke. He automatically tried to reach his hand down toward his crotch, but his hand stopped well short because of the chain. He heard Vandrel giggle at this and saw her nearby packing something into the wagon. Helanda led him over to her and handed her the leash before going back to roll up the blankets they had slept on. Vandrel grabbed Jonah's hard cock and stroked him lightly before reaching down to fondle his balls, which soon had him writhing. Then with a smile she lifted him into the wagon and climbed in after him. Soon she had him restrained again as he had been the day before. He was given some water, but apparently they wouldn't be eating until later. They were on the way shortly and Jonah was left with his thoughts as he watched the road receding.

The seriousness of Jonah's situation was really beginning to sink in. He was beginning his second day as Helanda and Vandrel's slave. They had gotten another early start and he supposed they would cover a lot of ground again today. He tried to hold onto some hope that Antonio was following and would be able to catch up and help him. Jonah's balls were really beginning to ache now from frustration and the added pressure from the leash just made it worse. He wanted to cum so badly. He had never been teased like this and not been able to jerk off and relieve himself. He wondered when he would get his chance to fuck. He was unable to keep his mind from sexual thoughts for long. He was so horny. Jonah squirmed in his bonds, getting what stimulation he could from his cock rubbing against his legs, but he was unable to get enough to cum. It seemed a very long morning to him before they stopped for a break before midday. It went much as the noon meal had the day before, though they were more sparing with the food and they did not have Jonah pleasure them. This allowed them to get back on the road much quicker.

Jonah was surprised when they did not put him into the back of the wagon as before. Instead Vandrel lifted him into the front seat as Helanda climbed in from the other side. He thought it would be much better to sit between them as they traveled than to be restrained in the back. But then Helanda began untying strings on her pants. Jonah wondered what she was doing, but then saw that the crotch part of her pants was removable. Her pussy was now revealed and accessible. He began to realize why he was getting to ride up front as he looked over at Vandrel who was also removing her pants and underwear and putting on a skirt. She climbed into the seat on Jonah's side. Helanda guided him down onto the floor between her legs. Jonah started licking her pussy. He was resigned to having to do it so he hesitated less. He was able to use his hands too, since they were still secured by the short chain to his collar from lunch. That made it a little easier, but the bumping of the wagon was tricky. It was hard to keep his balance and often Jonah's face slammed into Helanda's crotch, not that she minded. He was beginning to get better and before too long had Helanda moaning. When she was through he switched places and was between Vandrel's thighs. She lifted her skirt high and he buried his face into her pussy. They spent the rest of the day traveling like that. Jonah was allowed brief rests and sips of water, but spent much of the time licking one or the other. At times they didn't even seem interested, yet if he tried to stop they would order him to continue. They were building his stamina.

They set up camp late in near darkness then had supper sitting by the fire. They drank wine with the meal and even let Jonah have some. Vandrel got out a sort of flute and began playing music as Helanda beat time on her leg. Then they told Jonah to dance for them. Helanda freed his hands, but his feet still had the length of chain and she held to his leash. Jonah tried to protest that he couldn't dance, he didn't know how. They told him he had to dance or he would be punished. Jonah tried to dance, really not knowing what to do. Both women laughed at him, but told him to keep going when he tried to stop. Jonah thought he would die from embarrassment, in fact he wished he would. Helanda got up and started showing Jonah how she wanted him to dance. They wanted him to dance sexy, like the dancing girls Jonah had seen a few times before. Jonah tried but he wasn't very graceful. He couldn't stop blushing and kept his eyes on the ground as they laughed at him. They would beckon him closer with a finger then pinch or grope him when he got close enough. They also gave him more drinks of wine. It felt good for him to get to move freely. He was very stiff from being restrained one way or another most of the past 2 days. Jonah started to loosen up some and his dancing got a little freer, though he still felt foolish. They kept touching him, keeping him very aroused, but not allowing him to touch himself.

Eventually Helanda pulled Jonah to her and ordered him to lick her again. After Jonah had made her cum twice Helanda lay down and seemed to be going to sleep. Vandrel pulled Jonah to her. She embraced him, pressing his face into her breasts as she cupped his buttocks. Jonah put his arms around her and tentatively began to grope at her. She didn't discourage him so he freely grabbed her ass with one hand and a tit with the other. As they touched each other and rubbed against each other Jonah felt his lust building from the friction of his cock against the fabric of her skirt. She pushed him back and put the end of the leash on the ground and stood on it. Then she slowly removed her shirt. Jonah was so aroused he touched his cock briefly. Vandrel made a face at him and said "None of that!" She got the chains and attached his hands to his collar again. As she did so her bare breasts rubbed against him, further arousing him. Then she pushed him down onto the blanket beside Helanda. Jonah lay on his back and Vandrel straddled him. She was bare-breasted but still wore the skirt. She sat right over his cock. He was not inside her but could feel her hair on his cock head and a wet warmth at the base of his cock. He had never been so horny and close to cumming. She watched his face as she sat there completely still. He wasn't quite able to cum, but he was so close.

"Please…" Jonah begged. He was afraid she might punish him for speaking, but he was desperate. She just looked at him questioningly. He didn't know how to continue. He was embarrassed and he didn't know how to confess his need to cum to her. "I want you so bad," he ended up saying. Vandrel just laughed and got off of Jonah who groaned. Vandrel led him to the wagon. The gate was open and she sat on it like she had the day before pushing Jonah to his knees right between her thighs. He couldn't reach a hand down to touch himself and there was nothing to rub against except Vandrel's legs, though mostly she kept them out of reach. So his hard cock bobbed in the air as he licked Vandrel to several orgasms in a row. She seemed especially aroused and made him go on for a long time. He was really tired by the time she finally was satisfied and they went to sleep. She made him sleep on his back between them with a light blanket over them. When he fidgeted too much he was smacked and warned of whippings in the morning so he was unable to get very comfortable rest or relieve the growing ache in his balls. So ended another day for Jonah in slavery.

Jonah awoke hornier than he ever would have thought possible. He had last masturbated in the late morning on the day before he awoke as a slave. He had masturbated twice that morning yet he had already been horny again by the time he watched Melinda dance that evening. Now it had been nearly 3 days, which was longer than Jonah had ever waited since he first started to masturbate. All the sexual activity from the past 2 days had him desperate to cum. His cock was hard as a rock when Helanda ordered him to get up. She laughed and lightly slapped his shaft when he stood naked before her. "All ready for another day I see," she said. They prepared to leave camp and Helanda lifted Jonah into the back of the wagon again. She was beginning to secure his arms as on the previous days when Vandrel interrupted.

"I'm feeling kind of tired today. I think I'll lie in back and try to nap this morning. I'll keep his leash, he won't be going anywhere."

"Very well." Helanda answered and she reattached his hands to the collar. She wasn't surprised Vandrel was tired considering how long she had stayed up the night before playing with the slave.

Helanda climbed over into the front of the wagon as Vandrel curled up next to Jonah. She lay on a large pillow and a blanket, but Jonah sat on the hard wood, his back propped against the wagon. Vandrel was stretched out comfortably on her side, her head resting on Jonah's chest. He felt the weight of her heavy breasts resting on his stomach. He felt so aroused he could hardly stand it. It felt very nice to have her so close to him, yet so frustrating as well. The wagon started off down the road. He tried to keep still and relax hoping he could fall asleep himself. However, Vandrel really had no intention of sleeping. She was having fun with the slave. She knew he was getting very horny and she wanted to push him even farther. She started touching his smooth chest with her fingertips, making circles around his nipples but not quite touching them. Then she slowly traced down his stomach toward his cock, but not quite reaching it before going back up to lightly brush a nipple. Jonah gasped and squirmed. "Be still," Vandrel ordered. She went back to rubbing his chest usually avoiding his nipples, but giving them an occasional tweak.

After a while of this she began inching down toward his cock again. This time when she got close enough to barely brush his head before going around his genitals to stroke his thighs Jonah groaned and said "Please…"

Vandrel said, "Now I told you to be still. You just earned a punishment. You had better keep quiet if you know what's good for you." She went back to touching him oh so lightly all over, except she avoided his cock and balls. She watched his reactions closely and enjoyed teasing him so much that soon she was feeling horny again. She decided to let it build and she would use him to please her in the afternoon. She gradually increased the attention she paid to his nipples, pinching and twisting them. After a short time of this treatment Jonah began to ooze precum from his cock. Vandrel noticed and took out a handkerchief, which she used to slowly and gently wipe off his cock head. Jonah tried to keep still but couldn't help trying to move his hips and moaning. Vandrel just smiled and went back to touching his chest and thighs. She kept it up all morning. The only times she touched his cock was to wipe off the precum that leaked out. A few times she would stop moving her hands and Jonah would think she had finally gone to sleep, but after a while she would start up again.

Vandrel continued teasing Jonah all through the morning until they finally stopped for lunch some 5 hours later. By this time Jonah was really in a state. He had thought he was as horny as he could be in the morning before they set out. Now he was way beyond that point. He was so desperate to cum he couldn't think straight. He hated and loved what Vandrel was doing to him and he wanted to fuck her more than he had ever wanted anything in his life. Jonah would have given anything just to get to jerk off though. When they pulled him to his feet he groaned and was walking funny his balls ached so badly. Both women just laughed at him. Helanda spread out the blanket and began getting lunch ready. Vandrel still held Jonah's leash and was looking him up and down. "Aren't you going to eat?" Helanda asked her.

"Not yet, you go ahead," she answered, "I've got something else I want to do right now." She looked at Jonah lustfully. She sat down on the gate of the wagon and spread her legs, leaning back some. "Get to work, slave," she said to Jonah. Helanda shrugged and began eating her lunch as Jonah got on his knees between Vandrel's thighs. He cried tears of frustration at how unfair it was he had to keep pleasuring her when he was so horny himself, yet any complaint from him only got him more punishment. Vandrel didn't even notice though, she was just intent on getting her own orgasm. Teasing Jonah this morning had gotten her so hot. She loved seeing that look of frustration on his face and wondered how it must feel to be treated that way. It must be hell, but she had been raised to know that that was just what weak men like him deserved. She smiled as she enjoyed Jonah's tongue on her clit. She always loved teasing slaves, she didn't really know why she enjoyed it so much, but it made her feel sexy. It was so much fun with Jonah. She hadn't teased such a young man before. He got close to cumming so fast they really had to be careful with him. His desire showed so much on his face and with his actions. He hadn't figured out that it just encouraged her… and with only Helanda to share him with she could spend all the time she wanted with him. She sighed as she came the first of several times before she allowed him to stop for lunch. She felt very satisfied as she attached the slave's leash to a nearby tree.

Helanda had finished her lunch and handed some bread to Jonah telling him to eat quickly. Vandrel sat on the blanket and started eating her own lunch. When Jonah had finished the fruit he was given, Vandrel said absentmindedly, "Oh, he has a punishment coming, do you want to do it?"

"Alright," Helanda answered taking the now familiar strap from her belt. Jonah cringed, but was unable to avoid Helanda's strokes. She gave him a stern spanking as Vandrel began packing up. Then she fondled his balls, not too gently before leading him quickly back to the wagon. He limped along trying to keep up. He sat up front as on the day before and he knew what would be coming before Helanda removed her crotch-piece. "It's about time you gave me some attention," she told him.

"You can use him the rest of the day if you want," Vandrel said, "I wasn't meaning to be selfish."

Jonah spent the afternoon pleasuring Helanda. When he was resting she kept him between her thighs. He eventually tired but Helanda told him he had to keep going or he would be punished again. Jonah tried and though he licked her for a long time and knew she had cum several times she still wasn't satisfied with his performance. When they stopped for the day she gave him another sound whipping. After eating supper they made him dance for their amusement again, though went to sleep earlier. They were all tired.

The days went on like this. They were in a remote area and they seldom saw anyone as they traveled. Jonah pleasured both women often and was getting better at it. His stamina had improved, but it never seemed to be enough to satisfy them. He was always horny, the aching in his balls was worse sometimes than others, but never completely went away. They continued to tease him as well, especially Vandrel. Neither woman touched his cock much if he was erect, but if either noticed Jonah wasn't hard, they would play with him until he was. He was punished now and then, but it became less often as he tried to do what was expected of him. By the time the sixth day had past he was very depressed. Jonah was beginning to fear he was never going to get away. Where were they taking him? They had traveled a long way and he no longer had much hope anyone would be following. He only hoped to get to a town where he could find someone to help him.