Jonah

Chapter 4

The light was dim and smoky, flickering across Melinda's body as she danced. Jonah watched fascinated as she bent and swayed seductively, a pouty look on her face. She slowly removed her shirt yet kept it strategically placed in her hands so that Jonah could not quite see her breasts. Her head was bent low, but her smoldering eyes looked up into his as she came closer, lowering the shirt as she neared until he could see her perfect breasts. Melinda smiled shyly at him and he reached for her trying to put an arm around her shoulder. She pulled away from him and began dancing again.

The scene changed strangely. Jonah found himself to be naked sitting on a stool. Melinda was now totally naked as well, still dancing for him but more wildly than before, the red firelight playing over her beautiful curves. Jonah's cock grew incredibly hard. Melinda began stroking herself suggestively, looking Jonah up and down and coming closer. She came into Jonah's arms and he began touching her soft flesh. She nibbled on his ear then grasped his cock and held it lightly. He was so horny he felt he was going to explode. The first spasm of his ejaculation was beginning when Melinda pushed back a little. She looked to her right smiling and gesturing for him to look that way with her eyes. Jonah looked and saw Vandrel and Helanda standing nearby looking at him sternly. Then his long built up orgasm sprayed from his cock. It gushed in five huge spurts before slowing down to a twitching trickle. He could hear Melinda's girlish laughter.

Jonah passed from his wonderful dream to a waking nightmare. Of course he had been dreaming, unfortunately the only real part of the dream had been the orgasm, which felt so great after his past week of teasing. His pleasure would be short lived as the wetness immediately awakened Helanda who quickly realized what had happened. She was furious and cursed at him in a language he didn't understand. She grabbed his balls in a crushing grip that soon had him whimpering in pain. She woke Vandrel and explained what had happened. Vandrel angrily grabbed Jonah and led him to the wagon. His hands were still attached to his collar by short chains, as they normally kept them when he slept. She tied his leash to the rail of the wagon and she climbed in back groggily. She rummaged in a box and returned with a long wooden rod with a D-ring at each end. Jonah was momentarily afraid she was going to beat him with it or something, but she leaned down and attached it to his ankles in place of the chain. His legs were now spread out as far as they would reach and he couldn't close them. Vandrel brought down a crate, dropped a blanket on it and pushed Jonah face down across it. His butt was sticking in the air, his legs spread helplessly.

By then Helanda had wiped up the mess and had found what she wanted to start delivering Jonah's punishment. It was a sort of paddle, specially made by Amazons and used for slave training. Almost every Amazon woman had used one on a slave. It was simply and playfully referred to as the nut-whacking stick. At the business end it was indented, rather like a spoon, though that end was heavier and covered with padded leather. Also there was a clapper on the back that made a nasty sound and added to the sting. Though it must be painful (slaves certainly never wanted that punishment) it didn't do any permanent damage if used properly and left the slave with the intended aching in his balls. It was the regular punishment for slaves caught having unauthorized orgasms. Since it was very rare for an Amazon to ever give permission for a slave to cum they were punished for almost every orgasm, even if an Amazon caused it to happen.

Normally Amazons tried to keep slave orgasms to a minimum. There could be exceptions though. A young Amazon may make a slave cum just out of curiosity. Vandrel had done that herself before realizing how much more fun it was to keep them horny. Sometimes an Amazon would make a slave cum just for the fun of punishing him afterwards. Helanda had even been to an inn several times where they had an especially horny slave that they made orgasm as much as possible. They had a policy that every patron who could make the slave cum won a free drink and got to give the slave ten whacks with the nut-whacking stick. When the inn was really busy women would be working on him all night, stroking him, sometimes sucking him or teasing him with their bodies. Each time that he came they would ring the bell and the women would hold him down while the winner gave him the ten whacks while everyone laughed and cheered. Then they would start right in on him again and usually within minutes his cock would start to get hard again. They could usually make him cum at least five times a night and sometimes more, though it would be small amounts by then. That slave had been taking at least fifty whacks a day for years and the last time she saw him he was still about as horny as ever and he still begged and pleaded for mercy from the nut-whacker.

From the way Jonah responded to the light lashings they have been giving him Helanda knew he was going to absolutely hate this. Ten or fifteen whacks were a pretty standard punishment for that offense, but Helanda wanted Jonah to suffer more than that. She was determined to keep him frustrated, never allowing him to cum and she wanted to be sure he was punished soundly when he did. She decided twenty-five whacks should be his minimum punishment. It was deliciously cruel. She would continue to use as light a punishment as she could for minor mistakes, but she would show no mercy for this offense. Helanda showed him the stick and Jonah looked frightened already though he couldn't have seen one before. She didn't give him long to contemplate. "Count," she said simply. Helanda swung the stick with a sharp stroke perfectly aimed at his exposed testicles. It made the satisfying thump slap sound. Jonah let out a wail and thrashed around, pulling at his binds but he was helpless. "Count," she repeated punctuated by another whack.

Jonah wailed again and managed to croak "Two."

Whack "Start again." Helanda said.

"One!" Jonah cried and Helanda continued. By the time the count reached five Jonah was crying freely and begging between counts. As he neared ten he was struggling wildly then when it was past he calmed some trying to accept it. After fifteen had passed he began struggling more than ever. By the time he had past twenty it seemed the torment would never end and he was moaning and weak. When she stopped at twenty-five he was relieved for a moment, but the ache was still growing and spreading from his groin into his abdomen. The sensation was worse than anything he had ever felt. It was way worse than the severe blue balls he had been getting. Jonah started crying anew when Helanda said that now it was Vandrel's turn. He didn't think he could take any more, though as he was always finding out he could… because he had no choice.

"Let's give him a few minutes first," Vandrel said. She began lightly fondling Jonah's aching balls. She gradually increased her pressure until she was massaging them fairly firmly. Every touch seemed to renew the pain in his balls and her massaging just kept the ache growing and spreading, and yet Jonah's cock began to get hard again. Jonah squirmed and writhed but could not escape the sensations of Vandrel's soft but cruel touch. She kept this up for at least ten minutes, though Jonah was in no state to discriminate time. Finally the edge of the pain seemed to subside and merge more with his arousal. Vandrel started stroking his cock until he started to gasp. He was already near to another orgasm. "OK, I'm ready now," Vandrel announced. Without further delay or instruction she stood and whacked his balls soundly. Jonah cried out, but forgot to count until the second stroke. He began counting miserably as Vandrel steadily delivered twenty-five sound strokes. When she finally stopped Jonah gasped in relief sobbing and exhausted. Vandrel let him relax, and then delivered five more very fast whacks to his balls. "Those last five were for waking me up, now hopefully we can get some sleep," she hissed.

Helanda removed the spreader and they lay back down to sleep. Jonah had a hard time keeping still. His balls ached worse than ever and he couldn't get comfortable. He occasionally let out a low moan or sob. Helanda warned him, but when he failed to settle she told him he would be punished again in the morning for not being still. Finally Helanda and Vandrel managed to fall asleep. Jonah lay awake, miserable, for most of the night. He couldn't believe he was being treated this way. It wasn't fair. He couldn't help having a wet dream, especially after being teased and not allowed a chance to cum all week.

Jonah just had to get away from them somehow. He couldn't take being beaten that way and he was afraid of worse treatment in the future. He tried to think of a way to get free, but he didn't know how. Jonah didn't think he could manage to overpower them. He couldn't outrun them when they had the chain between his ankles. Maybe sometime he could make a break for it if they took them off. He may be able to slowly sneak off if they weren't paying attention, but hadn't seen any opportunity for that yet. Jonah was too afraid of what would happen to him if he were caught. He would just have to keep waiting for someone to help him. They would have to get to a town or something eventually and someone in authority could surely make them release him. Finally he fell into the blissful emptiness of sleep.

Melinda awoke from her dream smiling and pleasantly aroused. She sighed and began touching herself softly. It had seemed so real. She had danced for Jonah as the two Amazons looked on. She thought of the look of desperation and desire on his face as her fingers began circling her clit…so real…she thought again. Her first orgasm built quickly and soon she was moaning as she pleasured herself. It felt so nice. She had been really horny since that night Jonah had been sold to the Amazons and often fantasized about it.

It was too bad Antonio had left. He had slipped off after a couple of days without even saying goodbye. Not a big surprise but Melinda still felt a little hurt. Oh well, he had left her with some nice memories and a lot of fantasy in her head. She wondered if she would see him again. If he should happen to pass through she knew she would gladly let him back into her bed, but there would never be anything more than that between them. She hoped she would see him, but if not so be it. There were other men. She had already let two other guys fuck her this week alone. She just couldn't seem to get enough. She hadn't even charged them she had felt so horny.

Her thoughts drifted back to Jonah. Maybe she would see him again, too. She was surprised that the thought of seeing Jonah mattered more to her than seeing Antonio. She had only spent a short time with Jonah and yet she couldn't stop thinking about him. Somehow there seemed to be a strange connection between them. Melinda didn't know why but she felt sure in her heart that she would see Jonah again. Maybe it was just wishful thinking… not wanting to let go of the fantasies that had filled her with lust since that night. She did want so badly to know more about what was happening to him. Yet it seemed like something more than that. It felt like… fate. They were meant to see each other again. Melinda shook her head. She was being silly. She didn't believe such nonsense. Still, she couldn't shake the feeling.

Sometimes Melinda felt a little guilty for her part in all of it, though she had done nothing wrong. She didn't know Jonah had been tricked. She could have tried to help him when she did find out, but that would have meant getting Antonio into trouble and she didn't want that. Melinda felt sort of sorry for Jonah, knowing he was going to go through a long unpleasant ordeal. Yet when she began to imagine details of how he must be being treated she found herself getting wet. She would wonder were they really making him lick their pussies over and over, teasing him mercilessly but not letting him cum? Did they punish him? As Melinda imagined these scenarios she would get so aroused and forget her guilt. She would start to take a delicious evil glee in the fact that it was really happening to him. She had even asked some travelers about Amazon ways and they had confirmed to her that they had heard of Amazon women owning such slaves who were treated in the way that Antonio had described to her. Melinda had wanted to hear more but all her questions of Amazon women and slaves got her some odd looks and raised eyebrows.

She thought again of her dream. Dancing for Jonah, touching his cock as the Amazons looked on. Melinda's fingers increased speed, stroking her slick dripping pussy. She thought it might be fun to tease herself and stop before cumming again to give herself a little taste of the teasing Jonah was experiencing. She couldn't do it though. Remembering the vivid dream she quickly reached her second orgasm. Panting she told herself she would stop after one more, then a little later after five. She was moaning loudly as she came again and again. A little over an hour later she made herself get out of bed. The sheets were soaked and she could smell herself. It was still dark. She threw a sheer robe over her otherwise naked form and stumbled out into the hall carrying a candle. As she passed the door to the room next to her it opened and a middle aged man staying at the inn poked his head out. "Think you could keep it down over there you crazy, horny slut!" he hissed at her.

Melinda was shocked and embarrassed. She could barely see into the room through the partially open door. A woman, maybe his wife, maybe not, was lying in bed looking annoyed. "Sorry," Melinda said and quickly continued down the hall. What was wrong with her today? She still felt horny. It must have been the dream. It would pass.

But that was just the start of the dreams.