Yoke of Ignorance

Magda struggled to remember the English words that Natasha was whispering. The very intimate contact was quite distracting, embarrassing and yet exciting.

"Yes, yes, " she finally translated. "My breasts, they do hurt."

Her breast was turning a dull purple and throbbed quite painfully.

"Do you think you can learn some more English?" Natasha asked, flicking her forefinger quite hard across Magda's distended nipple.

"Ah!" Magda gasped.

"That is not an answer," Natasha said and flicked the other nipple.

"Ah, yes, yes, I will learn some more English!" Magda cried out.

"Oh, good," Natasha said and began to lick and suck Magda's nipple.

She sucked on each nipple several times, drawing more of the trapped blood into them. She kissed Magda's lips again, then pulled the thin wires off of Magda's breasts.

Magda screamed and jerked violently as the blood coursed into her breasts. Finally, she stopped jerking and stood, trembling.

"Do you have to empty your bladder, Magda?" Natasha asked, stroking Magda's pubic mound lightly.

"Yes, yes I do," Magda whimpered.

"All right," Natasha said and knelt down in front of the girl.

"Please, Natasha, please do not do that," Magda whimpered as Natasha licked and sucked at Magda's pussy lips, then tongued Magda's clitoris until Magda was grunting and groaning, on the verge of orgasm.

"Please, please, Natasha, I beg of you," Magda cried, then sucked in a great lungful of air as Natasha slapped her clitoris with the plastic spoon.

She voided both bladder and bowels quite forcefully, again and sobbed as Natasha again bent her over the saw horse, then lovingly cleaned her labia and anus.

"This is disc two of 'Learning English,'" the pleasant female voice announced as Natasha slipped the headphones back over Magda's ears.

"She pursed her lips as Natasha pulled her head back by a handful of hair and Natasha pressed her lips to Magda's.

"I love you," Natasha admitted to the unhearing Magda.

----

----"I want her as a lover, if you do keep her on," Eileen said as she squatted above George's erection.

"No," he said pleasantly.

"But George," she protested.

"I said 'no,' since when is my decision open for debate?" George asked, placing a hand over the head of his cock, denying her access to the tool of pleasure.

"I am sorry," she admitted.

"Perhaps I will let Natasha teach you a new language, one that will help you understand when I say 'no,' I mean 'no,'" George went on.

"Oh God, no!" Eileen shrilled. "She is vicious!"

"Remember that," George suggested and tugged lightly at one of Eileen's nipples.

Chapter 7

Natasha entered the bridge and smiled as Suki stepped aside, giving the tiller to her.

"George said I better stay on your good side," Suki joked.

"That is, it is not funny," Natasha said and felt a tear trickle down her cheek.

"You love her?" Suki asked, standing behind the blonde beauty, hands lightly on her hips.

"Very much I do," Natasha agreed.

"Then I am jealous of that girl," Suki admitted.

"Our first day, our first day of school, I cried; my father was running late for work in the mines so he did not have time to help me," Natasha cried. "I had never been away from my Momma, but she was sick that day and could not, could not be with me on my first day. I was so upset and afraid and I cried and the older children, they laughed at me and called me names, which made me cry all the more. Then this very pretty girl came over and sat down next to me and told me it would be all right."

Suki gave Natasha a loving squeeze.

"Her name was Magdalene, she was named after the Saint Mary Magdalene and I thought she was a saint. She told me she would be my best friend and she was," Natasha sniffed. "I called her Magda and we played together that whole day. The next day, I was looking forward to school; I had a best friend."

"I wonder what changed," Suki quietly asked.

"I do not know," Natasha shrilled. "I did not know that anything had changed; I thought she was still my best friend. Can you imagine my pain to find out that she thinks me a fool, an idiot?"

"No, no I cannot imagine," Suki admitted.

"Well, she will be able to," Natasha said and wiped the angry tears away.

----

She approached the engine compartment.

"Magda lay, across the sawhorse, obviously dozing as best she could in the uncomfortable position She jerked slightly when Natasha small fingers traced the welts across her buttocks and her thighs.

"Natasha, please, please do not," Magda begged as Natasha lightly stroked Magda's anus and labia.

"Do not do what?" Natasha teased as she slipped the headphones off of Magda's ears.

"Please, do not put your mouth on me there; you hurt me very bad when you do that," Magda sobbed in fear.

"This?" Natasha asked and licked up and down Magda's slit. "This hurts you?"

"No, no," Magda whimpered. "It is when I am, when I am about to finish, you do something and it hurts very bad."

"Oh, I think I understand," Natasha said. "But this, this does not hurt you?"

"No, no, that does not hurt," Magda admitted as Natasha licked and sucked on her labia, then thrust her tongue into Magda's pussy as far as she could.

Magda moaned in fear as her orgasm approached. Just as she was about to climax, Natasha's mouth left her pussy and she screamed in terror, sure that the blow would come.

"You are tired, I am sure," Natasha said and unhooked the wrist bar from the floor. She also unhooked the ankle bar.

"Yes, yes I am tired," Magda agreed.

"Here, here," Natasha said and lay Magda on the pallet she'd brought with her. "And here is your pillow."

"You are going to hurt me, aren't you?" Magda whimpered in terror.

"No, no I am not," Natasha said and pressed her lips to Magda's.

she then covered the girl with a blanket, making sure that all of Magda's flesh was covered, except for her sweat and tear streaked face.

"No, no, my dear simpleton," she whispered in Magda's ear. "I am not going to hurt you; I am going to crush you."

She giggled as Magda whimpered and groaned in fear.

----

"And our student?" George asked as he drank some more wine.

"She is progressing very nicely," Natasha admitted. "I think you will be very pleased."

"I already am," he smiled and raised his glass to her.

The way he looked at her sent shivers down her spine. She could feel the moisture begin to pool on the seat and blushed, embarrassed, excited. Soon, too soon, he turned his attention to Suki and they discussed the business concern in Newfoundland.

"Do you need assistance with dinner?" Eileen asked and Natasha smiled at the red head.

"What?" she giggled. "And give all my secrets away?"

"I believe the end will justify the means," George smiled. "But, my dear Eileen, I am in need of your assistance after dinner."

"Yes sir," Eileen happily agreed.

----

Magda stirred as she heard Natasha enter the room.

"Did you sleep well my little dullard?" Natasha asked cheerfully.

"Please, Natasha, no more," Magda begged. "I am begging you, please, no more."

"And how many times did you utter those insulting, hateful words about me, behind my back?" Natasha snarled as she used a handful of hair to pull Magda to her feet.

"Too often," Magda sobbed. "And if I could take them all back, I would."

"Words, just empty words," Natasha barked as she hooked Magda's leg bar to the floor.

"They are not just empty words; I mean them," Magda sobbed.

"I am quite certain that you do," Natasha sneered and slammed the saw horse into Magda's belly, hard.

She bent Magda forward and hooked her wrist bar to the floor as well.

"But that is no matter, my little fool; it is dinner time, but I do not know if you have earned your dinner. I have been working hard, and you've just been laying around," Natasha said.

"How, how am I to earn my dinner?" Magda asked, afraid of the answer.

"Well, let us see; I've been working very hard, seems to me I deserve a little pleasure, what do you say?" Natasha asked, her face millimeters from Magda's

"What kind of pleasure?" Magda asked.

"I have kissed you, and I have licked and sucked your nipples, which are very nice, by the way, and I have licked and sucked your pussy," Natasha whispered seductively into Magda's ear.

"And then you hurt me!" Magda sobbed.

"Yes, well, that is the price one pays for ignorance," Natasha agreed.

"No, Natasha , please, I beg you," Magda sobbed.

"I think I would like it if you would pleasure me," Natasha cooed, lightly stroking Magda's breasts with her left hand, lightly stroking Magda's sweaty face with her right hand.

"No, Natasha, no," Magda begged.

"Oh?" Natasha asked, pinching Magda's erect nipple quite hard. "You don't want to pleasure me?"

"No, Natasha , Magda begged.

"Fine, then I will pleasure myself," Natasha shrugged. "Unfortunately for you, what pleases me most of all is bringing my whip down to mark your flesh."

"No!" Magda screamed. "No, Natasha, I will do it; I will pleasure you!"

"I know you will, but you may need a little motivation to do a good job," Natasha laughed merrily.

Magda screamed and jerked, trying to somehow avoid Natasha's vengeance. Natasha waited patiently, then brought the riding crop up, striking Magda squarely on her pubic mound. Magda opened her mouth in a silent scream, her legs postponing wildly in the very limited range of motion they were afforded.

Before she even had time to draw another breath, Natasha struck again. Five times, her riding crop struck Magda's pussy, then she walked back around and squatted by Magda's face.

"Have I motivated you, my dear Magda?" Natasha asked sweetly.

"Yes," Magda whispered, unable as of yet to breath.

"Oh good, I am looking forward to this," Natasha giggled and lay down on the floor, her very wet vulva millimeters away from Magda's hanging head. She put her feet up on the sawhorse, and bragged Magda's hair.

"Magda hesitated for a moment.

"Pleasure me," Natasha hissed.

Magda reached out with her tongue and swiped at Natasha's pussy.

"Mm," Natasha murmured.

Magda actually felt a little spasm at Natasha's murmur and again swiped at Natasha's pussy. She licked up and down the wet slit, then discovered Natasha's clitoris.

"Mm, oh, you do that very well," Natasha gasped. "Have you pleasured anyone before?"

"No," Magda answered

"No, of course you have not," Natasha spat. "You have never worried about anyone's happiness but your own."

Magda redoubled her efforts to please Natasha; her angry declaration had hurt. She realized it was true, but maybe she could convince Natasha that it was not.

"Oh, stop, stop, it is of no use," Natasha angrily said and slithered out from under Magda's head.

"I'm sorry," Magda sobbed.

"Oh I am sure you are," Natasha snapped and unhooked the leg bar from its mooring on the floor.

"I am," Magda sobbed.

"I am sure you are so very sorry that you could not pleasure me," Natasha sneered, voice dripping with sarcasm. "I am sure it just simply devastates you that you were unable to make someone else happy."

"It does, Natasha, it does make me unhappy that I was unable to make you happy," Magda sobbed.

With some effort, Natasha brought Magda's legs up to the ceiling hook, then snapped the bar in place. Magda was now suspended upside down.

"I will be back when you are ready to pleasure me willingly," Natasha said and slid the door of the compartment open.

----

Magda did not know how long she had hung there before she heard the door slide open again.

"I am ready," Magda hoarsely said. "I am ready to pleasure you, Natasha."

"Well, no matter, I have your dinner here, and this time I did remember to bring a fork. Of course, it's cold by now, but..." Natasha said and brought Magda's legs down.

She then unhooked Magda's wrist bar and brought Magda to an upright position. She let Magda get her bearings, then brought a piece of the chicken to Magda's lips.

"Thank you," Magda whispered after she'd swallowed the mouthful.

"Are you thirsty?" Natasha asked and put the straw to Magda's lips.

"Thank you," Magda said after she'd drank some of the water.

Soon, the meal was completed and Magda actually smiled lightly as Natasha lovingly cleaned her mouth of any remnants of food.

"Now, now I will give you some motivation," Natasha said and Magda's face was a mask of horror.

"No, Natasha , please!" she begged, trying to shake herself loose from the bindings.

Natasha waited until Magda ceased her futile struggles. Then she softly kissed the whimpering girl's mouth.

"I think you will like this motivation," she whispered in Magda's ear.

"No, please, no Natasha, please don't," Magda whimpered.

Natasha bent and suckled on Magda's nipple for a moment, then pulled her mouth away. Magda stiffened, waiting for the blow to come. Natasha suckled on the other nipple, while lovingly and softly stroking Magda's other breast.

"See?" she whispered into Magda's ear as she cupped each of Magda's breasts. "Sometimes motivation is a good thing."

She lightly stroked Magda's belly, then lightly stroked up and down Magda's slit. Magda winced and jerked slightly; the welts from Natasha's whip were still smarting horribly.

"Now, now I will show you," Natasha whispered in Magda's ear, then squatted down and began to lick and suck Magda's labia until the lips were puffy and wet.

Then she sucked on Magda's clitoris until Magda was grunting and groaning.

"Come, my sweet little idiot," Natasha murmured and bit down on Magda's clitoris, hard.

Magda grunted and screamed as her orgasm pounded through her insides. Natasha kept up the excruciating teeth grip on the very sensitive organ until Magda actually hung limply.

"See, you simpleton, sometimes motivation is good, something to be desired," Natasha whispered, then kissed Magda's drooling mouth.

She put the headphones over Magda's ears and started the player. The pleasant female voice announced disc three.

Natasha picked up the pillow from the floor and brought it to Magda's cabin. She lay on the bed and masturbated frantically. She did not stop until she'd climaxed twice.

Chapter 8

Magda jerked awake as she felt Natasha's fingers at her pussy.

"Natasha, please, I have to relieve myself," she begged.

"Oh, then I shall help you," Natasha said brightly.

"Please, don't," Magda begged but could feel Natasha pressing her own pussy firmly against Magda's.

She winced; Natasha's whip had left several painful welts on her back, where Natasha's bare arms cradled her, and on her breasts, which were mashed against Natasha's own, and on her bare pubic mound.

"Please, she begged weakly, then shuddered as she felt Natasha's hot urine begin to trickle out of Natasha and onto her own skin.

"Why, Natasha?" Magda sobbed after they'd finished emptying their bladders. "I have apologized and apologized, I have learned the language English, and I have done my best, why do you still hate me so?"

"You really are an ignorant little simpleton, are you not?" Natasha asked.

"What, what do you mean?" Magda asked and jerked slightly as she felt Natasha sponge her very sore pubic mound clean.

"It is just the two of us, right?" Natasha asked angrily. "No one else is in this room, right?"

"I've not heard anyone else," Magda admitted.

"You are secured, very firmly held in place; I am in no danger from you," Natasha went on.

"True," Magda conceded.

"Even if you could see the whip, there is nothing you could do to prevent it, nor could you retaliate against me," Natasha went on, and to prove her point, brought the whip down, almost gently, on Magda's quite sore breast.

"Ah, yes, yes," Magda agreed.

"Then, why, Magda, why would I insist that you remain blindfolded?" Natasha asked and this time brought he whip down, hard, onto Magda's other nipple.

"Ah!" Magda screamed and jerked. "I do not know, I do not know!"

"Think about it; I will be back to hear your answer," Natasha said.

"Please, just tell me," Magda begged.

"Think, damn you, and think!" Natasha screamed and slapped Magda across the face, hard. "I will be back for your answer."

----

"Show time tonight, at dinner?" Suki asked George as she prepared to get out of his bed.

"Yes, yes, Natasha assures me that Magda has learned English quite well," George smiled and teasingly reached for Suki.

"No, no," she laughed. "George, I do not have any holes left!"

"Then I will be forced to recycle," he laughed and pulled her back into his bed.

"Oh," she sighed as he slid easily into her very sloppy pussy.

"Grab your knees," he ordered and she did so, bringing her equally sloppy anus to easy access.

"Oh, my lover," she crooned as he hammered in and out of her anus.

He kissed her hotly, then stiffened and unleashed a dribble of semen into her bowels.

"Careful, I will leave you too drained to claim either Natasha or Magda for your bed tonight," she giggled as he groaned and wheezed through the climax.

"No, no my dear," he smiled at her. "You will come to my bed tonight; those two will need to be in their bed tonight."

"Really?" she asked. "You are not tired of me?"

"My little Suki," he laughed as she cuddled up to him. "I don't believe I could ever get tired of you."

"But Natasha, she is younger, and prettier," Suki offered.

"Younger, perhaps," George agreed. "But she is not prettier."

"I love you," she mouthed, out of his line of sight as he lay on his back, staring up at the ceiling of his stateroom.

----

"Show time tonight?" Eileen asked Natasha as Natasha looked over the course coordinates and compared them with the computer.

"Yes," Natasha said quietly, almost a whisper.

"And how do you think she will do?" Eileen pressed.

"Very well," Natasha said, again in a whisper.

She looked up at the attractive red head.

"Magda always does well when she is not asked to think for herself, when she can just recite from rote. She has trouble, however, when she is asked to make deductions or assimilate cognitive reasoning," Natasha said.

"You have just learned the language yourself?" Eileen asked, amused.

"Yes, why? Is my pronunciation incorrect?" Natasha asked, worriedly.

"No, no, far from it," Eileen laughed. "It is just that, I have been speaking the language since birth and I do not use words like 'cognitive,' or 'deductive.'"

Natasha smiled and pointed to the 'Learning the English Language' box that sat on the desk she and Suki shared.

"Those are the words they use to describe the method of learning," she laughed.

"I hope she does well," Eileen admitted.

"I am sure she will," Natasha said and typed the coordinates into the program.

A moment later, the computer affirmed that they were on the correct course.

"Well, I had better get back to swabbing the deck; Monique is such a bitch if I'm not finished in time to help her with lunch," Eileen went back to vigorously mopping the floor of the bridge.

Natasha watched as Eileen's breasts bounced and bobbled as the red head mopped. Her hairless mound was quite visible also; Eileen bent over quite far to push the mop. The moisture was quite evident and Natasha realized, with a jolt, that Eileen's lips had not been moist when the red head walked in. Eileen's pussy had gotten wet from being in close proximity to her.

"Knowledge is power," she thought and playfully ran a finger along the underside of Eileen's buttocks.

----

Magda stirred as she heard the door slide open.

Have you an answer, Magda?" Natasha's flat, unemotional voice asked. "It is time; Mr. Jacobs is waiting for you in the dining room.

"Natasha, I do not, I just do not know why you would insist on my wearing a blindfold all this time," Magda sobbed, truly fearful of the girl's wrath.