Zoe felt herself slowly trying to surface from a deep and pleasurable dream. She opened her eyes and looked up, twisting her bound arms behind her as best as she was able. Her muscles ached and her arms were stiff from being forcibly restricted. A leather belt was tied in a figure of eight around her upper arms, pulling them tightly against her back between her shoulder blades. The wristcuffs she seemed fated to wear constantly now were clipped together and they had even bound a rope around her arms at the elbows to keep her arms under a constant tension and to almost completely prevent her flexing them. She lay trying to find a tolerably comfortable position whist her mind worked backwards as she tried to piece together the last events of the previous day.
They had let her sleep on the bed of cushions in the living quarters of the tower, although this she realised had been merely for the comfort of her abductor, Sir Rodney Stonefield. After her ordeal at the hands of the two Arab brothers in the basement, she had been left alone for a few hours. They had then returned and after her making her drink more water had dragged her upstairs and thrown her down on the bed. Stonefield had then inspected her swollen labia. The clamps and weights still in place, he had forced her to squirm and writhe for an hour or more while he had tormented her, pulling on the weights until she was delirious with the sensations he was forcing her body to experience. If she was truthful, the ordeal had been deeply pleasurable, in some perverse way, as she was made to lie helplessly and become worked up into a sweat of lathered feverishness. But what had happened then? Zoe groaned, struggling to remember. Her brain felt hopelessly muddled, like she had a terrible hangover.
She remembered he had then dripped some medicine into her mouth, still clamped wide open. She'd coughed and spluttered as the mixture had trickled down her throat and soon after that she remembered feeling drowsy. Then what? She forced herself to remember; for a moment her mind was blank than it came back to her.
First he had removed the gag from her mouth and then he had rubbed some cotton wool against her arm, where a vein ran close to the surface of her biceps. She had felt the faint prick of a needle and she'd gazed up dreamily in time to see the syringe emptying. She'd been vaguely aware that the man had stripped off his clothes and was climbing astride of her bound and defenceless body.
Zoe sighed, closing her eyes as she recalled what had happened next.
She had been sliding in and out of a fevered dream world and was only dimly aware of his hands running over her defenceless body.
'Now you have to tell me the truth Zoe: you see the drug will make you tell the truth; you understand that don't you?'
'Yes...'
'But you feel sleepy don't you?'
'Mmm...'
'That's the medicine you've swallowed. You're going to be very sleepy now but you'll still tell me what you feel and what you want. Do you like it when I stroke your body like this?'
'Yes...nice...mmm...'
'Good girl, good girl...'
She felt his cock slide into her aching sex. His hands stilled her wriggling body and she sighed as his cock pumped her, harder and harder.
'Does that feel good? Is my little tart enjoying that?'
'Uhh...yes...feels...good...so...good...' she sighed, drifting into sleep again, hardly aware that she was being flipped over like a rag-doll and now made to lie face down. Her legs were encouraged wider apart. Zoe moaned, the mild ache in her thighs forcing her to surface from sleep again.
'What are you doing to me?' she sighed. 'What's happening...so tired...'
'It's time for me to fuck your lovely little arse, Zoe. You'd like that, wouldn't you?'
'Mmm...yes...'
'Does that feel nice?'
She squirmed sleepily on the bed as a finger insinuated itself into her anus.
'You can't help yourself now, can you? You don't care as long as your body gets attention, do you?'
'No. Don't care.'
Hands drew apart her buttocks apart and she felt something thicker than a finger pressing its way into her rectum.
'Does that feel nice?'
'Mmm... tight...hurts...please...'
'But you like it don't you? You can go to sleep when you tell me if this feels good.'
Zoe sighed feeling her anus being forced to widen and admit the man's cock.
'Nice... uhh...so... nice...'
'Good girl; you can go to sleep now, just as soon as I've finished with you...'
Now Zoe struggled to come to her senses as her reverie was abruptly broken and she was hauled up into a sitting position. The two youths had come into the room while she was sleepily trying to piece together the fragments in her memory from the previous night.
With her arms bound behind her she had no way of supporting her weight and if the collar around her neck hadn't been so wide she would have been choking by now as they forced her up into a kneeling position.
Her anklecuffs were clipped together, restricting her leg movement and her thighs now ached acutely from the beating she'd been given the previous evening as she was dragged across the bed.
'Uh, please, give me a chance... my legs ache...'
'Okay, we have a look at you.'
One of the Arab youths caught her by the hair and pulled her head back. Zoe forced herself not to object as he then cupped her chin with his other hand and examined her face.
'These new gags really good. No cuts, no bruises. Your pretty face looks fine, English girl. Now let's see...'
Zoe watched as his hand lifted and examined each of her breasts in turn. The only evidence of the torture they'd given her was a faint bruising of her nipples from the clamps. Satisfied, the youth pushed her down onto her back. Her anklecuffs were unclipped and hands grasped her ankles and pulled her legs apart.
'Her lips look only little swollen; no bruising. Okay, time you come down to the cellar again. This time we use heavier weights. You get used to it. Each day your sex is stretched until lips are full and juicy and then you sell for better price. You understand?'
Zoe glared angrily from one to the other, defiance welling up inside her.
'It's time for your arse fuck girl, so be good girl and come downstairs. It's playtime. You come quiet or we drag you.'
'I'll come quietly,' Zoe mumbled reluctantly but aware that resistance was futile.
The basement was cool but it was more from the fresh memory of what she'd suffered here that Zoe shivered. The two Arab youths drew her across to the cross-shaped bench and then unfastened the restraints around her arms. Zoe stood passively, quickly assessing her chances of taking them by surprise and trying to overpower them. Her legs felt weak but she had managed to walk down the spiral stairs. How stiff her arms would be though, she could only guess. She had seen the outer door of the tower as they'd passed the ground floor landing and there was a key on the inside. Unfortunately though, a stout beam of wood was also slid in place across the door, which she'd have to slide out of the way before making her exit. There was no sign or sound of Stonefield. The youths seemed arrogantly confident now that they felt they'd subdued her not just physically but mentally. They doubtless imagined that even with her arms free, she was no threat to them. Her mind churned over her choices: bide her time, learn her enemies' weaknesses and familiarise herself more with the location or act as soon as she had a chance. Would they give her another? As long as she played weak and defeated, the chances were that she could lull them into a false sense of security.
'Okay, lie down on the bench. Face down.'
Zoe made a snap decision; she'd bide her time for now. With her arms and legs free she did as she was told and lay down across the hard wood. Before she had any time for second thoughts the brothers fed straps through the hooks on her wristcuffs, pulled them tight and secured them. Well, that's it, Zoe thought, her arms now tethered. She lay passively while her ankles were dealt with in a similar fashion. Then as if she wasn't already helpless, they put broad leather belts around her thighs and tightened them, pulling her legs wide and pinning them tightly against the wooden surface she was stretched across. She was now secured spread-eagled and felt the sickening sense of vulnerability again. One of the youths ran his hands down the insides of her thighs making her flinch. As long as they didn't gag her again, she thought. She'd survived yesterday's ordeal and surely they couldn't do anything to her now that was much worse?
'Bring me the clamps brother. You looking forward to this, English girl?'
Fingers explored her pussy, stroking her then toying with her labia until she was sighing and squirming. To her shame, despite being forcibly subjected to the treatment, her body was getting itself aroused again. Is this why I didn't try to escape just now when I had the chance? Zoe wondered to herself. Did I want to go through what I suffered yesterday again? She shook her head in denial as she felt the cool steel of the clamp slide around her labia. No, she didn't want this, she told herself, whimpering in nervous anticipation then gasping, before having to stifle the urge to cry out as the toothed metal closed around the delicate flesh of her sex. A second later and she felt the second clamp bite hold of her. He had clamped both her inner labium and now he was stroking her clitoris and sliding several fingers back and forth over her vulva. Zoe shook her head, murmuring for him to stop, begging him not to hurt her then she just lay almost passively, gazing at her outstretched arms, the leather cuffs jammed around her wrists, as the heat of arousal built quickly inside her and her whole body began writhing urgently.
'That's so good...please...don't...stop...' Zoe sighed, lifting her head and looking dreamily over her shoulder when the fingers abruptly left her sex.
'You see, you learn to enjoy. Now let's see how you like it with weights. Keep still, there's a good girl.'
There was a moment's agonising pause then Zoe experienced the stomach twisting sensation of the weights distending her labia.
'Can't take it... stop, please...'
She tossed her head from side to side, twisting her arms and legs. The relentlessly stretching of her labia was unbearable; the weights they'd clamped to her were too heavy! She'd remembered the pleasure she'd experienced but she'd forgotten the pain she'd had to experience as well.
'Please...no... it hurts too much...please stop...'
The next thing she knew was oil was being dribbled between her buttocks and a thumb was lubricating her anus before working its way into her. Hands settled over her hips and she tensed, knowing what was going to happen next. God, Zoe thought, he's going to take me up the arse again...she held her breath as she felt the youth's engorged cock slide up the crevice of her rump and find the delicate crater of her anus. She squirmed, sighing with pleasure as the youth pressed his thumb back into her and twisted it around.
'Please...fuck me...'she begged, unable to contain her eagerness any longer.
The youth withdrew his thumb and promptly drove his cock into her anus with a single assured thrust. Zoe gave a shocked gasp as her anus was forced to widen to accommodate his rock hard cock. She felt him pull out of her almost completely then he forced himself back into her, drawing a gasp of pleasure and discomfort from her.
'Not so hard... please...'
She closed her eyes and tried to relax her body as the youth began driving his cock in and out of her. The sensation of his thick shaft deep inside her tight passage was excruciating at first but soon her body grew compliant to the demands made upon it and as her rectum muscle was softened she felt herself being fucked harder and harder.
'Uhh, yes...mmm...so good...' she panted breathlessly in encouragement. When the youth came Zoe had already climaxed and was content to stop but she realised the other youth was now to have his turn.
'Oh, please let me have a rest,' she begged, crying out and shaking her head as the second youth moved between her tethered and spread legs and stroked his hands appreciatively over her rump.
'Good girl... you just lie still and enjoy...'
Zoe groaned as the youth tapped the dangling weights and a sudden exquisite pain shot through her labia. She shook her head, gasping as the youth forced the head of his cock into her now aching arse. The sensation suddenly brought her arousal back to fever pitch and as the youth settled into a rhythmic pounding of her arse with his cock, Zoe moaned as she felt herself nearing another orgasm.
'English girl having good time, yes...'
'Yes!' she cried out as an unbearably intense climax shook her whole body. Still shuddering from the aftershocks, she gasped then screamed as the youth drove his cock deeply into her, pulled back then rammed it again into her aching body.
'Uhh, please...enough...'
Ignoring her pleading the second youth continued driving his cock into her while his friend now walked across to the table of gruesome accessories and return; a ball gag dangling from his grip.
She recognised with dismay the type of gag they were about to place upon her. The SES held stocks of them, regarding them as the most efficient design available.
'Oh please guys, come on...don't gag me, please.'
The youth who was screwing her withdrew his cock from her behind and grasped her head with both hands, holding her still. Zoe shook her head, swearing then gurgling in protest as they forced the gag upon her. The ball was soft rubber and slipped easily into her mouth, the leather strap around her cheeks was buckled at her nape then a slimmer strap of soft leather was Velcro fastened under her chin. A tube and hand pump dangled from the rubber ball and the older youth grinned at her as he closed his hand around the pump.
She stared with fascination at the device, well aware that the pump would inflate the rubber ball that was now in her mouth. Her mind flashed back to a mission where she had subjected a man to such a gag and now she could clearly remember his anguished look as the gag had been inflated.
Zoe felt the soft rubber ball in her mouth start to expand. The Arab youth smiled mischievously as he gave the pump a couple more squeezes. She shook her head, gasping in alarm as rubber began pressing against the roof of her mouth and forcing her lower jaw downwards. Her mind flashed back to the man, gagged like this and begging her with his eyes to stop. She had taken advantage of the ruthless effectiveness of the gag and had inserted the catheter fully into the man while all the time he was frantically, silently begging her to stop. She had quickly glossed over any qualms she'd had about her actions when she saw that the man had come whilst being subjected to the catheter. He must have been enjoying it really, she convinced herself.
Now she gazed at her outstretched arms, the leather cuffs tight around her twisting wrists. The ball in her mouth expanded again, pushing behind her teeth, flattening her tongue onto the base of her mouth. She shook her head in objection, jerking her legs ineffectually against the stout belts that held her thighs widely spread. Oh God, thought Zoe, how much more are they going to inflate the gag? The realisation that she could do or say nothing now to stop what was happening made her stomach churn. Her labia stung with pain from being clamped and weighted and her clitoris was swollen again with arousal.
She thrashed her head from side to side, tears trickling down her flushed cheeks as the ball expanded again, forcing her jaws painfully wide. Just as she told herself she couldn't take anymore, the youth discarded the pump, satisfied with her condition. The lad behind her grasped her waist with both hands and pushed his cock against the now aching crater of her sphincter muscle. With one hard thrust he sank his cock back into her. Zoe howled in protest but the gag silenced her completely. As the youth withdrew then rammed back into her all she could do was shake her head in protest. Gazing at her outstretched and tethered arms she resigned herself to her fate. The youth who was standing watching her was already becoming aroused again as he watched his friend using her. She was going to get fucked senseless, Zoe realised, tears rolling down her cheeks as the youths continued their remorseless assault on her helpless young body.
She lay dazed and breathless, hardly caring what happened to her next once the youth had shot his load into her bowels and pulled his still erect cock abruptly out of her. She felt hands drawing apart the globes of her buttocks.
'The bitch is learning to enjoy it.'
'We keep working on her then.'
Zoe glanced dazedly over her shoulder in time to glimpse a butt-plug in the hands of one of the young men. Shaking her head in objection, she could do nothing as the device was pushed into her tender anus. The rubber shaft slid easily into her, her rectum muscle closing around its neck, then before she could attempt to squeeze it from her body she felt the device expand inside her. She craned her head sideways to see one of the youths holding a rubber pump and she glimpsed with dismay a tube dangling from the pump and disappearing between her legs. Oh no, thought Zoe, he's pumped up the butt plug so I can't get it out. She shook her head in despair as the device inside her body began to vibrate. The sensation was intensely arousing and she felt herself being quickly propelled rapidly to another climax.
The two young Arabs now contented themselves with watching her distress. The butt plug made her squirm and her writhing made the dangling weights swing and pull on her labia. A few moments later and she was jerking and twisting against the restraints as she came again. Of course there was no let up. The butt plug continued vibrating relentlessly and the pulling on her labia kept her continually aroused. To her dismay Zoe felt herself being quickly brought to yet another climax. The youth who had been first to use her, stood over her, grinning with satisfaction. Zoe gazed despondently as she watched him stroking his cock, coaxing it back to hardness.
'You like the plug or you prefer the real thing?' the youth demanded, laughing as he circled her. Zoe grunted through the gag as the weights dangling from her aching labia were tapped and her swollen sex lips felt a sudden increase of downward pressure. God, they had to take them off... she couldn't take anymore, Zoe thought, certain that she'd faint before long if this torture was sustained.
'Okay then English girl...'
The butt plug was deflated and withdrawn from her aching rectum. Zoe groaned in dismay as two thumbs slipped inside her anus and applied sideways pressure to her now tender muscle. She knew what was going to happen next and was certain that her body couldn't take another battering. She lifted her head weakly, gazing pitifully over her shoulder. The youth flashed a grin of white teeth and Zoe felt her anus being forced wider as a cock head was slowly but relentlessly driven into her.
Please, no... she thought, no more...
The cock eased back almost completely from her exhausted body then with a sharp thrust it was rammed back into her to the hilt. Zoe dragged her arms and legs against the straps that restrained her. She shook her head vigorously and looked up imploringly at the other youth. The assault on her body continued, mercilessly hard and when she thought she would certainly faint under the constant battering from pain and pleasure, her head was lifted by a hand clasping a fistful of her tangled hair and her face slapped until she recovered her senses.
'Come on now English girl stay awake. After my brother, I give you another good fuck!'
Her head was kept held back now, so that the youth could watch her distressed expression. When she closed her eyes, he slapped her cheeks and she was forced to watch as his cock recovered its hardness while the agonising shafting of her tender rectum by the other youth continued relentlessly.
Major Mosafa climbed out of his RangeRover, stretched his legs and wiped the perspiration from his face with his navy blue silk neck scarf. He then poured water from a flask over the silk and retied it loosely around his neck. He gazed down at the punctured tyre and took a long swig from the water bottle. He glanced back down the track the way he'd come. The dust thrown up by his RangeRover still hung in the air. The track stretched into the distance, void of any signs of life. Removing his sunglasses for a moment he ran his damp hand over his face, blinked and peered down the track in the direction he was heading. The horizon blurred into a shimmering heat-haze where the track climbed a ridge and disappeared from view, perhaps a mile or two away. Even though it was late evening now it was still exceedingly hot. He swore quietly then picked up the mobile phone that lay on the front passenger seat. A moment later he heard the smooth, rather bored tones of the Englishman, Sir Rodney.
'Sir Rodney, it is me, Major Mosafa. I have a puncture. I don't think I can be more than about three miles from you. Send the boys in the Mercedes. They can change the tyre for me. It's too hot to be out here working. Just wait till you see this young girl I've got.'
'What girl?'
'The one I told you about, when you called me at the airport.'
'Sorry old chap, but I never called you.'
'Then someone else did who was pretending to be you, Sir Rodney!' Mosafa glanced anxiously around him. 'Tell the lads to get their arses down here fast and to come armed! And keep the tower bolted as soon as they leave!'
Mosafa finished the call and slid the phone into his jacket pocket. He glanced inside the RangeRover.
The young English girl lay stretched along the back seat, her ankles and wrists bound with hemp rope, adhesive tape across her mouth. She was still sleeping from the injection he'd administered. She'd looked as slim and vulnerable as a gazelle he thought, as two of his guards had carried her to his car slung under a pole by the ropes around her wrists and ankles. She was still lying in the same position as they'd left her, naked except for her bra. She had magnificent breasts, the Major thought, staring down at the sleeping girl. High, full and firm, her nipples and areoles were clearly visible under the fine white fabric. He imagined her chained against the wall of his tower as he stroked her breasts, her young body writhing obligingly, arms and legs twisting and struggling as he stroked her, hardening her nipples in preparation for them being clamped. He looked at her sleeping face, her slender features looked calm now but soon her eyes would be wide with distress, her generous mouth would be twisted as she howled and cried, begging him to stop. That was the beauty of working on the girls at the tower. Miles from anywhere there was no need to gag them and their breathless crying was music to his ears. He would have this bitch begging him for mercy soon enough, he smiled to himself, dragging his eyes reluctantly from the girl's prone body.
Looking around the lifeless sand dunes for reassurance that he was alone he yawned and stretched. It was good to be out of that suffocating airport. He glanced back down at the punctured tyre and wondered how the Englishman was enjoying the British agent? He smiled, recalling the look of terror on her face as she had been smothered by the chloroform soaked handkerchief brandished by the Guards Captain. Mosafa had watched through the observation window as the young woman had been subdued. Her slim body had tensed, writhing for a moment before she'd lost consciousness. His cock had pressed, aching with arousal, inside his trousers as he'd watched her being dragged across to the interrogation bench by the two female guards. It hadn't taken long to make her confess to who she really was. The Guards Captain was good at his job, he had to admit. A bit heavy handed perhaps, a bit over zealous, but he got results. Mosafa himself was content to work more slowly, more subtly. He imagined the Guards Captain enjoying the girl after he'd left him with her in the airport interrogation room. Doubtless he would have taken her, as Mosafa had given him permission. He himself had strolled around to his favourite coffee shop, taken some coffee and had a smoke then he had visited a woman he used for massage when he wished to completely relax. The talented Arab girl had diligently massaged every inch of his body with almond scented oil then she had obligingly sucked his cock with her skilled and generous mouth until he'd come. All in all, up until now, the day had been unfolding quite pleasantly.
The sun was now a ball of orange shimmering as it began to dip over the hills on the horizon. As soon as it went down the temperature would drop quickly. Mosafa swung around, a noise making him jump. Deciding it was nothing, perhaps just an animal behind the nearest ridge, he relaxed. Then, in the last rays of the sun, something glinted, catching his eye. Maybe forty metres behind the vehicle he saw that the light was catching a dozen shining small items that littered the track. He picked one up and turned it in his hand. Crude metal, spiked and twisted, each one no larger than a coin, but each one effective enough to bring his RangeRover to an abrupt halt.
Mosafa's left hand dropped to his hip and he slid the catch free on the leather holster of his 9mm automatic. He pulled the pistol out, released the safety catch and drew the barrel casing back so the first bullet in the magazine was loaded into the chamber. Slowly releasing the casing he lightened his hold on the weapon, aware that he was clutching it unnecessarily tightly. Perhaps with the increased rebel activity it would have been prudent for him to have some bodyguards, he thought, chastising himself mildly, now he found himself stranded and alone. Of course he was anxious to keep his tower's location a closely guarded secret. It wouldn't do if everyone got to hear about what he used the place for. Still, maybe the time had come for him to keep some loyal men close by him as guards. The two young lads who served him were to be trusted and they were keen of course, but they were no soldiers.
He walked briskly back to the RangeRover, slid his pistol back into its holster and opened the boot. Reaching inside he snatched up a pair of binoculars with one hand, with the other a compact machine-gun. He then quickly shut the boot and climbed back into the front seat. Closing the door he glanced at the inside of the modified vehicle. The doors had been refitted with bulletproof panels and the windows were even supposedly now bullet proof. He reached inside the glove compartment for a paper bag of Turkish delight. Hearing a muffled sigh from behind him he looked over his shoulder to see the young English girl looking around her in dazed confusion. Just nineteen years old, he mused, smiling to himself as he watched her testing her restraints. She soon gave up struggling, realising it was hopeless. What a tender looking young thing, he thought. Yet interestingly her sex had been pierced and ringed. She was obviously not as sweet and innocent as she looked. He had found her deliciously tight when he'd sunk his cock into her slender body. How pleasant it was going to be to have her for his amusement.
Zoe had lost all track of time; her suffering seemed to be continuous now. She lay, exhausted and strapped down over the bench; the butt plug was back inside her anus again and widely inflated. One of the youths had started to whip her with a riding crop. Every time the crop struck her, she involuntarily jerked, making the weights dangling from the clamps fastened to her sex pull her labia that little bit more. They weren't whipping her hard, but enough to make her rump sting and worse it kept making her jerk which kept up the tormenting stretching of her swollen labia. She couldn't bear it anymore but the expanded ball of rubber in her mouth silenced her objection, the straps held her submissively still and the punishment continued relentlessly.
She closed her eyes and tried to shut her mind off from her torment. She had been in some tight situations before during her time with the SES, she would survive this and she would get her revenge upon Sir Rodney Stonefield, she vowed to herself as the riding crop struck her tender rump yet again. Through the haze of pain that washed over her tethered body, she lifted her head weakly as she heard the man who had brought her all this torment descend the stone steps.
'So how are you getting on with my young assistants, Miss Farquerson? Any objections to how they're treating you?'
Zoe looked up at the Englishman as he stood regarding her with obvious satisfaction at her distress. In her mind she formed words to express her contempt for him, but she was unable to even form the words in her mouth; her tongue remained held down and her jaws forced wide by the expanded rubber ball that filled her mouth. All she could do was to glare with unconcealed loathing but another blow from the riding crop turned her glare to a grimace of discomfort. The man watching her laughed softly then turned his attention to the two young men.
'Raoul, Sayed, Major Mosafa wants you to go and assist him. His RangeRover is stuck a few miles down the track. You had better hurry and take some weapons with you, he sounded rather worried.'
The two youths dashed obediently up the stairs, leaving Zoe alone with Sir Rodney who strolled around the bench where she lay strapped down.
'What have we here?' Sir Rodney asked, tracing his fingertip around the butt plug where it disappeared inside her.
'My, my, the boys have done well in encouraging your sex to flower to its full ripeness, haven't they?'
Zoe flinched as she felt the man touch the distended lips of her vulva, then she shook her head in objection, sighing then groaning as he pulled experimentally on the tiny weighted chains that dangled from the clamps that were tight around her delicate folds of flesh.
'You see Miss Farquerson, once I have become bored with your company here, you will be sold to one of the desert nomad chieftains. They appreciate white girls, especially ones as pretty as you.'
The man stroked her vulva, making Zoe squirm.
'They will pay handsomely for the right sort of girl. They want obedience and they like a girl who is physically well endowed but like their thoroughbred horses they want sleek lines, no spare fat.'
Zoe shivered as the man ran his hands down her ribs.
'Major Mosafa tells me they will pay generously for a girl who displays her sex well.'
Zoe jerked as the dangling weights were tapped again.
'Luscious lips and generous breasts make for an easy sale. By the time I've finished with you, you'll fetch a good price. Do your future prospects excite you, Miss Farquerson? Surely a life spent in the sun, being used for sex each day is a more satisfying prospect for such a randy young bitch as you rather than working in London for her Majesty's Government?' As Stonefield talked, he flicked on the switch which made the butt plug vibrate. Zoe squirmed and writhed. Stonefield turned the switch to maximum and she groaned through the gag as the intense vibrations deep inside her aching rear quickly brought her to another climax. The man standing over her laughed softly.
Zoe thought about what the man was saying. The butt plug was still vibrating deep inside her anus and along with the constant pull being exerted on her labia, it was enough for Zoe to find that she was being brought to another orgasm even as the one she'd just had was subsiding. What would it be like to be like this everyday, she wondered, then she shook her head in alarm at the prospect. How could she even contemplate being a sex slave! She had to escape! God, she'd been a prisoner for only a day or two and she was already beginning to resign herself to the existence! Swearing through the gag she stared angrily at the leather cuffs that bound her wrists. If she could only manage to twist her hands out from under the leather...
'Struggle all you want Miss Farquerson, you can't escape what's happening to you,' Stonefield laughed derisively and Zoe wondered whether he had guessed what was going through her mind. The man gave a low laugh of satisfaction as he stroked one finger deeply along the entrance of her pussy. She writhed under the sensation and with shame that flushed her cheeks scarlet, she knew she was going to come again. The realisation that she was actually getting off on being treated as a sex slave made her furiously ashamed and she cursed her wanton response to the torment she was being subjected to.
'I think you're ready to come again, aren't you, my dear?'
She shook her head in denial, then in protest as she saw the man pick up the pump that dangled between her spread legs and was connected to the butt plug. She watched in fascination and alarm as he squeezed the pump and she felt the soft rubber device in her anus expand even more. Sweat beaded her brow and she shook her head vigorously as he gave the pump another squeeze. She could feel the butt plug widening her channel, forcing the walls of her rectum to part to accommodate it. She watched in disbelief as the man squeezed the pump again. He had to stop... stop... please...no more...
'Time, I think, for you to come again,' Stonefield announced dryly, smiling with satisfaction as he watched her writhing become more and more frantic. Zoe felt the vibrations from the butt plug slow then increase as Stonefield toyed with the dial. The pressure from the little weights dangling from her swollen labia increased and Zoe gave an agonised groan as a violent orgasm whipped through her body, leaving her gasping for breath.
She was still struggling to recover as the man removed the clamps and weights from her labia. She felt his fingers stroke her sex and then he showed his hand to her, his fingers shiny and dripping with the juices from her pussy.
'It looks like you're enjoying all this attention, doesn't it?'
Zoe shamefully closed her eyes, sighing as his hands stroked over her rump. She felt the vibrations from the butt plug stop but the device remained inside her expanded so much she felt she was in danger of being split to accommodate it. She was just thinking that if it got any bigger she would faint from the excruciating feeling when she realised that the man had moved to directly behind her and was standing where her legs were spread by the two lengths of the cross shaped bench.
'You'll have to forgive me my dear, but the sight of you enjoying yourself so much is too much...'
She craned her head back to see the man unzip his trousers and allow his cock to spring into view. She remembered how she had bound her hair ribbon around his scrotum, how he had struggled against the ties she'd spread-eagled him with. Now she was bound spread-eagled and he was taking his revenge upon her.
'We are very tight aren't we?'
Zoe grunted in discomfort as she felt the man's cock trying to force its way into her pussy. Of course with the butt plug expanded in her anus, her sex was now being pressed from two directions. Tears of anguish pricked her eyes and she jerked her arms and legs in protest as the cock was relentlessly driven into her.
'Very tight...' the man gave an appreciative gasp.
She grunted through the gag as she felt the cock push deeper into her and she was certain she was going to faint, so intense was the sensation. The man drew back; all she could do was whimper, tensing herself for his next thrust.
'Feels so good doesn't it...'
The man rammed his cock back into her, Zoe jerked against the leather that held her limbs outstretched, tears blurring her vision.
'Struggle all you want Zoe, it just gives me more satisfaction to know how this makes you feel!'
The man pulled his cock almost out of her and again he drove it back into her. She writhed helplessly.
'Don't tell me you've had enough sex for one day already?' the man asked, his tone of voice mocking her distress. Zoe looked back over her shoulder at him, begging him with her wide eyes to stop.
'Well that's such a pity you want to stop, because you see, I've hardly begun...'
Smiling sadistically the man rammed his engorged cock back into her body. Zoe gave a howl of gag-muted protest as she grimly remembered the man who had suffered the catheter. Silenced just like she was now, he had implored her with his eyes but she'd ignored him, intent on her own pleasure taken at his expense. Now it was her turn... she was completely at this man's mercy and he was showing her none.