Vanessa leant back in the leather seat and pushed her sunglasses up from the brow of her nose until they rested in her hair over her eyes. The tinting of the RangeRover windscreen meant she didn't have to squint, though outside she could see the fishermen now shielding their eyes from the sun as they gave up repairing their nets and moved to the shade. The outside temperature gauge on the dashboard read 34c then even as she stared at it, the little green figures flicked to 36c. Same as me, she thought, smiling to herself, stroking her hands down over her breasts. Her T-shirt clung damp with sweat, hugging her generous curves. She idly picked at the loose strands on the cut-off jeans where the denim finished high up her thighs.
She flicked through the radio stations on the car radio but there was nothing in English with a clear enough reception to make it worth listening to. She picked up her can of coke and shook it experimentally. There was still a little left but when she put it to her open lips the fizzy drink was disgustingly warm from where it had been sitting on the dashboard. She peered out of the car but there was no sign of Auda. She gave a bored sigh and glanced back over her shoulder. Their prisoner looked up at her expectantly.
'Comfortable?' Vanessa asked, cynically.
The girl tried to say something but her words were incoherent, muffled by the folds of silk that filled her mouth and were held in place by a scarf drawn tightly across her mouth. Vanessa watched as the girl wriggled, struggling to lift herself up so she could see out of the door window. With her arms pinned behind her, she had to struggle for a moment before managing to haul herself up into a sitting position. Vanessa observed her as she looked anxiously out of the tinted glass. I've got a pretty good idea how you're feeling, she thought. Well, you can just lie there and enjoy the feeling of helplessness.
Vanessa looked out of the rear window of the RangeRover. Auda's luxury cruiser, sixty-four feet of state of the art marine technology lay quietly at anchor, dominating the tiny and primitive fishing port. They had reversed the two vehicles right up along the jetty and Basil had set to unloading their equipment. With a high tide Auda had been able to bring his cruiser into the harbour and his sleek little speedboat was now being winched up behind the cruiser.
By the time Auda signalled to her that he was ready to take their unwilling passenger onboard; the jetty stood deserted of activity. The nearest group of fishermen sat clustered under an open sided tent of brightly woven fabric that had been erected on the beach and which lay surrounded by nets, wicker baskets and vast sails of white cotton awaiting repair.
Vanessa opened the RangeRover door and swung her legs around, sliding her bare thighs off the sticky leather seat and dropping her feet down onto the stone cobbles of the jetty. The heat rolled over her like a wave. Auda's servant was stacking the last of their equipment up against the side of the jetty. Seeing her he waved and walked across to where she stood gazing down at the emerald water.
'What an amazing place,' Vanessa gazed around her. Out at sea she could see small islands of golden sand dotted with palm trees, then looking behind her she took in the immense sweep of the sand dunes that swept down to the shore. On the horizon some camels moved in convoy, laden with goods, a man sat on the leading one, his head sheltered from the sun by a fold of his cloak held above him by a stick. Looking down the coast in the distance she could see the shimmering steel on the oil refinery.
'We're ready to take the girl on board.'
'Okay,' Vanessa nodded and turned back to the RangeRover.
She saw Auda moving along the side of the luxury cruiser, dressed now in traditional flowing Arab garb. He jumped down onto the jetty and walked past them, waving a wad of bank notes in one hand.
'I'll be back in a few moments. Basil, get Miss Farquerson on board and then get these vehicles moved.'
Vanessa watched him stride past them before turning to his servant.
'Where's he going?' she asked.
'He is going to give the fishermen a gift.'
'A bribe?' Vanessa asked.
'No, a gift,' the young man corrected her, mildly but firmly. 'They are of the Marik tribe. Auda is Chief of the Safaleme tribe. The Safaleme and the Marik ware joined by alliance. Now, we are on Marik land so Auda gives them a gift. All of this coast is Marik territory.'
'I don't suppose they own the oil refinery though do they?' asked Vanessa cynically.
'No, but when the time comes Auda will return it to them.'
'What are you on about?' laughed Vanessa.
'When the King's overthrown Auda'll make the Americans who own the oil refinery lease the land from the Marik tribe. The oil refinery stood on the sit of their own fishing port but no compensation has ever been paid to them for what they lost.'
Vanessa shook her head in disbelief as she watched the figure on the beach sit down crossed legged with the fisherman under their canopy of silk.
'I wouldn't laugh if I were you, that man is pretty damn serious. He may seem like some Arab playboy to you, idling his time in London or Paris, cruising around on his big boat and frequenting the casinos of Monte Carlo. That's for a reason Miss Vanessa. He's keeping out of the way, there's a price on his head here and if he's in Monte Carlo or London you can bet it's on a fund raising mission.'
Vanessa stared at the young man as he spoke with her, then seeing Auda stand up she shook herself out of her trance.
'Hadn't you better get her on board?' she asked, gesturing with her thumb to the girl who lay gagged and bound in the back of the RangeRover.
'Sure thing and you can help me.'
'Hang on Basil, we just can't go dragging a bound girl out of the back of here in view of all those fishermen,' said Vanessa.
'Of course we can: they're Marik. None of them have seen anything today. As far as they're concerned, we haven't even been here and neither has that boat.'
'Cool craft, huh?' Vanessa glanced over her shoulder at the gleaming white hull, the ranks of smoked glass windows and the high flying cabin which its slowly revolving radar and massive aerial masts.
'Just wait till you see inside.'
Vanessa helped Basil haul Zoe from the RangeRover and they carried her to the boat and down into a cabin where they tossed her down onto a double bed.
'This room is where Auda likes to have his fun and games; you'll find plenty of things in the lockers to experiment with. We'll remove the rope from her ankles and get her skirt off first. After I've untied the rope I'll hold her legs still while you whip her skirt off.'
Vanessa did as she instructed. She looked down at the girl pinned by the muscular young man and remembered how if felt to be in such a situation.
'Learning to enjoy your time as a slave?' Vanessa ran her hand up the other girl's bare leg. 'Quiet sexy isn't she?'
'She sure is. Though I prefer blondes myself.'
'Well Basil, let me congratulate you on your good taste. Blondes are always more fun.'
'We can still have some fun with this one though before Auda sells her. Look in the lockers, you'll find some straps to secure her with.'
'Says who? I don't see why I should have to do any more to help you. It's too damn hot anyway and I want a drink!' Vanessa protested sulkily.
'Are you forgetting who you are? You're here at Auda's pleasure and it's his wish that you help me, so get your ass off the bed and do some work!'
'Alright, since you asked so nicely!' Vanessa answered sarcastically.
The first locker that Vanessa opened contained a mixture of girls' clothing, mostly swimsuits, some unopened boxes of underwear and some soft packages of folded tissue paper which she could guess by feeling them must contain lingerie. She glanced over her shoulder at Basil and grinned.
'Please my I try some on?' she asked meekly, giving the young man a cheeky grin that she hoped would make him agree to her request. She knew she'd come to El-Saram for Auda's pleasure but she had convinced herself that she'd enjoy being with him too. Now there was this other English girl they'd got hold of, Vanessa reckoned that she'd have a cushier time. If Auda wanted her bound and gagged, she didn't mind, but it would be fun as well to see how he treated this girl.
'Come on, we've not got all bloody day!' Basil complained.
'Okay Basil, no peeping,' Vanessa grinned and quickly discarded her borrowed cut-off jeans and T-shirt.
The young man sat on the bed, one hand over his eyes but his fingers widely spread so that he could watch her. Vanessa saw the gleam of his white teeth bright against his dark skin. She giggled to herself as, opening another drawer, she found it neatly stacked with boxes of unopened toiletries and along side these boxes of vibrators and sex aids.
'This guy's got everything a girl could ever want!' Vanessa laughed.
She made a circuit of the room opening every locker and pulling on every handle. She found a wardrobe hung with an array of leather straps and belts, PVC outfits and boxes of shoes and boots. One full-length door swung open to reveal a walk-in shower cubicle and another pair of doors slid aside to reveal a television and video.
'Hey come on! Are you gonna get dressed and get us some straps or what?' asked Basil.
Vanessa rummaged through the swimsuits and found a turquoise bikini with a halter neck, which she quickly pulled on. She picked up a leather strap from the wardrobe and found that at both ends it had stout chrome bulldog clips and that its length was adjustable.
'Any good?'
'Yeah, great. We'll need two like that. Chuck it on the bed.'
In a box on the wardrobe floor she saw a pile of leather wrist and anklecuffs and she eagerly picked up two anklecuffs. These were not only larger than the wrist cuffs but had thin leather straps designed to slide underneath the heels of shoes. Vanessa tossed the leather cuffs down onto the bed and now inspired she began opening up the boxes of shoes. Finding a pair of gold, high-heeled sandals she brought them across to the bed.
'So how can we tie her up?' she asked.
'Look at the edges of the bed.'
Zoe looked and found large brass rings fastened to the mahogany panels at each corner of the bed.
'Great, let's do it!' Vanessa pulled one flimsy gold shoe from the bed and slid it on Zoe's foot. She quickly laced up the sandal then proceeded to fasten anklecuffs around the girl. Their prisoner shook her head in objection, trying to say something but the gag rendered her words into a muffled groan.
'Hey, chill babe, surely you know we're just going to play some harmless games with you?' Vanessa laughed.
The anklecuffs were made of exceptionally soft leather but Vanessa knew they'd be no less effective for that. She slipped the extra, thinner strap underneath the shoe's instep, then drew it up tightly and buckled it back to the thick leather collar that was snug around Zoe's ankle.
'You know, you kind of get to enjoy being on the receiving end of this sort of attention. It just takes time to come to turns with how you really feel.'
'So you reckon she's enjoying this?' Basil laughed.
Vanessa grinned at Basil as she set to work on their victim's other leg.
'Oh sure, she'll be turned on big time by this.'
Vanessa clipped one end of a strap to an anklecuff, loosened off the strap until it was fully extended, then she clipped the other end to the brass ring at the corner of the bed. Vanessa then dealt with the second strap in the same way and once both straps were clipped in place, Basil swung his lithe frame from pinning Zoe's legs and he stood up.
'Cool. Okay Vanessa, you do her left leg, I'll do her right.'
Simultaneously they picked up the leather straps and pulling hard on them with both hands they tightened them, forcing Zoe's legs abruptly apart. A second later and the straps were buckled and Vanessa was looking down with a broad grin on her face as she saw the other girl pulling helplessly against the straps. Try as Zoe might to close her legs, they were now held widely spread.
'Arms next.'
'Agreed.'
They unroped the girl's arms, removed her T-shirt and fastened wristcuffs upon her. Vanessa thrilled to the feel of the girl struggling under her as she sat astride her waist, pinning her arms. She knew so well what it felt like and while a part of her wished that she was on the receiving end of the treatment, she was enjoying herself immensely.
With the wristcuffs clipped to the straps, Basil drew the leather straps taut and Zoe's arms were stretched above her head. Vanessa stroked the girl's chest, circling her breasts with one fingertip, brushing her fingernail against her nipples until they stood to attention for her.
'I'd best go and help Auda cast off, he'll be wondering what we're getting up to. You'd better come with me,' Basil announced.
Vanessa followed the young man from the cabin. As she drew the door closed behind her she paused to watch Zoe wriggling on the bed, testing the restraints they'd secured her with. She could barely flex her arms or move her legs; her limbs were drawn so taut. Vanessa could see all her muscles straining against the tight straps. The girl's dark hair was spread across the white cotton sheet as she tossed her head from side to side, gazing despairingly at the tight leather cuffs around her slender wrists. The silk gag that was tight across her mouth was soaked with saliva. She was gasping and sighing as she writhed helplessly. Vanessa knew just how Zoe felt; a heady mixture of fear and arousal, Vanessa had never experienced anything so intoxicating or addictive. She gazed at Zoe and felt a sharp pang of jealousy.
Trapped in the cabin Zoe had no way of knowing where they were or what time it was. She could just feel the movement of the boat and guessed they had been sailing for a couple of hours when she glimpsed the curve of a hill through the cabin window. The gentle thrumming of the powerful engines diminished. Palm trees came into view as the boat drew closer to the land. Then it felt as if it had weighed anchor.
She had been left alone for nearly all of this time. The young man had returned briefly to remove the silk scarf that had gagged her and had given her a drink of mango juice. Then she'd been left to lie and contemplate her fate. Mercifully he'd slackened the straps that held her outstretched, so she could at least flex her arms and move her legs a little. Curiously, she was not as afraid of her fate as she imagined she perhaps ought to be. Maybe, having coped with the ordeal of being Stonefield's prisoner in the tower, she'd come to terms with what suffering might now lie in store for her.
'Wakey, wakey.'
Zoe opened her eyes with a start and saw Vanessa staring down at her. The girl then sat herself down on the foot of the bed and appraised her prisoner, smiling with satisfaction as Zoe instinctively tried to close her legs as she reached to touch her sex.
'You know,' Vanessa spoke slowly, thoughtfully, 'I can't help wondering just now, which of us is the more aroused?'
Vanessa's hand moved over Zoe's leg, her fingertips stroking up her thigh towards the dark thatch of soft hair that spread around her sex. Zoe's attempt to deny how she felt dissolved at the first delicate touch of the other girl's fingertips against her vulva, which to her shame was swollen and slick with arousal.
'Auda has been telling me what he's got in store for you.'
'Uhh... don't...please...' she begged.
'Don't tell me that doesn't feel nice?' Vanessa teased.
'Get your hands off me!'
Zoe drew her legs together as much as the slackness of the straps permitted, glaring defiantly at the girl reaching over her defenceless body.
'Okay then,' Vanessa smiled, 'if it makes you feel better, I'll make it impossible for you to stop me.'
Zoe sighed as the straps that held her were pulled taut, spreading her legs forcibly wide. The tension in her thighs was acute and Zoe groaned as a hot ache in her sex grew. She found herself craning her head and gazing down at her tethered body and the sight of her own helplessness she found deeply arousing.
'Now, where had we got to?' Vanessa asked dreamily.
Zoe shook her head, sighing as the other girl's fingertips resumed their teasing exploration of her sex. Delicately the folds of her vulva were drawn open and she moaned feverishly.
'Oh yes, I was going to tell you about what Auda had planned for you. Well, it's simple really; he's going to auction you on the open market as a sex slave, then he'll give the money he makes towards the rebel cause in El-Saram. Did you know that there was an international black market for girls like us?'
'I'd heard it existed...' Zoe sighed, the tension in her arms and legs making her eyes smart with pain which contrasted exquisitely with the delicious ache in her pussy.
'Auda's going to sail us to Karunga, on the African coast. There's a thriving market there for the white slave trade. The military ruler is corrupt as hell so he encourages the market and takes a cut of the profits. Something for you to look forward to Zoe.'
Zoe no longer cared what the other girl was saying. Her back arched responsively, her arms twisting against the restraints as a skilled finger stroked and coaxed her to orgasm. She sighed, moaning louder then closing her eyes and biting down hard on her lower lip as Vanessa stroked her, teasing her until she ached unbearably.
'Feels good, doesn't it?'
'Uh, huh...'
'That's it Zoe, just enjoy it...'
Zoe sighed, closing her eyes as the delicious feeling between her legs increased. She felt Vanessa's fingers slide right into her sex then slowly twist before withdrawing.
'We're going to take some photos of you looking your best Zoe and we'll shoot a little film. Then they'll be uploaded onto the Internet to a secret website. Then whoever fancies you can bid at an auction and we'll see how much money you'll raise for those poor rebels back in El-Saram.'
Zoe opened her eyes and gazed at the blonde girl sitting over her, stroking so calmly but so skilfully between her legs.
'But how can you condone it?' Zoe asked, struggling to keep her thinking clear despite how dizzily aroused the other girl had made her.
'Oh come on, it's not that bad. I've leant to be submissive and it's cool. You'll learn to enjoy it sooner or later.'
'No, never...'
'Never?' Vanessa smiled, 'That's a very long time, Zoe. A very long time to fight against what's probably a basic instinct. Now, there's an El-Saram naval patrol boat out there, so we just have to wait here for a while. Auda's picked it up on the radio, so he's tucked us into a little bay in amongst some islands until it goes past. You've learnt how to wait haven't you?'
Vanessa stopped stroking Zoe who looked up, unable to conceal her expression of frustrated disappointment.
'Please...' she begged, ashamed of how pathetic she must seem, but unable to help herself now.
'Very wet aren't you? Would you like me to make you come?'
'Yes, please!' she begged.
'Well, since you've asked so nicely.'
Zoe squirmed on the bed, the sweat trickling from her armpits and down the crack between her firm buttocks as the other girl stroked two fingers firmly across her aching sex, rubbing her from her clitoris downwards in gradually quickening and progressively firmer strokes.
'Uhh... uhh...'
'That's it Zoe, good girl...'
Zoe gazed up at the young blonde girl knelt between her spread legs. She bucked her hips frantically, dragging her arms down hard against the tight leather that held her wrists high above her head. To her disbelief the feeling of resistance from the leather tight around her wrists increased her arousal. She lifted her head and gazed down at her spread and tethered legs and the sight of her helpless body excited her even more. Then, just as she was about to come, Vanessa stopped masturbating her and Zoe gave an agonised cry of frustration.
'Please... please Vanessa...don't stop...'
Vanessa, leaning back on her heels, smiled apologetically as she lifted her hips a little and slid her hand under the waistband of the turquoise bikini pants. Zoe watched as the girl looked dreamily at her, her lips parted slackly, her breathing quickening as she stroked herself.
'Something wrong darling? Nothing worse than having an itch you can't scratch, is there?' Vanessa smiled, tauntingly.
Zoe ground her teeth in frustration and anger as the blonde girl slid herself from the bed, kicked off her bikini bottoms and took a vibrator from one of the lockers. She waved it at her teasingly, then, leaning her arched back against one wall, she slid the tip of the vibrator along the inside of her thigh towards her sex.
'Just what a girl needs at a time like this,' Vanessa sighed as she flicked the vibrator on. She then slid the tip into the thatch of blonde hair between her parted thighs.
'Oh yes, just right... mmm...'
Zoe was unable to drag her gaze away as the young girl taunted her, slowly sliding inch after inch of the shiny gold and black tube into her sex. Vanessa hung her head back as she slid the vibrator into her until Zoe could only see its end, the tip of Vanessa's middle finger pressed over it to keep it in place.
She watched in frustration as Vanessa brought herself to orgasm, pumping the vibrator harder and harder, her legs wide apart and her stomach clenching as she thrust herself down onto it at each inward plunge, and then arching convulsively as her climax hit. For a moment she slumped contentedly then withdrew the vibrator from her body. With the device glistening with her sex juice and still humming, she crouched over the foot of the bed and stroked up Zoe's spread thighs with it.
'Uhh, please, fuck me with it Vanessa, I beg you!'
'Okay then,' the younger girl laughed softly then rubbed the tip of the vibrator over the crater of Zoe's anus making her squirm and sigh. Slowly the vibrator was insinuated into her body, her rectum being relentlessly widened until the shaft could be admitted. Zoe sighed, tossing her head from side to side and writhing against the straps that held her arms and legs outstretched.
'Too tight...' Zoe gasped, breathlessly.
'Shall I stop?'
'No... no...'
The need to come now was too great and Zoe wanted the vibrator inside her body desperately. She moaned softly, closing her eyes as the device was pushed deeper into her arse and the vibrations rippled deeply through her.
'You enjoy that Zoe, while I find myself something else to wear.'
Zoe looked up to see Vanessa slide herself from the bed. The blonde girl slipped the bikini top from her breasts and tore open some of the tissue paper parcels until she found a gossamer fine black G-string that pleased her. Zoe moaned softly as she felt the vibrator bringing her closer and closer a long awaited climax.
'Don't you think this suits me, Zoe?'
Zoe opened her eyes again and looked up to see Vanessa fastening a delicate lace edged bra that barely contained the swell of her generous breasts.
'Uhh... yes... yes...'
She tried to arch her back, the vibrations rippling through her body were so good...at last... she sighed dreamily, gazing at Vanessa who was wriggling into a black Lycra mini skirt.
Zoe gasped and bucked on the bed as the vibrator brought her to climax. Exhausted and dazed, she gazed up at the lithe, blonde girl looking down at her.
'Nice to see you enjoying yourself so much while you're tied up and helpless, Zoe. You'll be well appreciated at the slave auction!'
Zoe watched in dismay as Vanessa left the room. So they were going to sell her as a sex slave. She knew only too well of the rumoured white slave market in Karunga.
The daughter of a British diplomat in a neighbouring country had been abducted and smuggled across the border into Karunga only last year. Whilst negotiations went on with the kidnappers, the SES had been put on standby and a plan had been formulated for some SES agents to get themselves abducted. Once in the slave market they would break out, find the girl, rescue her and be airlifted out by the SAS at a pre-arranged rendezvous site. The rescue plan had been launched but it had gone disastrously wrong. The four SES agents had posed as innocent young girls on a hiking holiday in the neighbouring African State. They had been ambushed by a group of heavily armed bandits and a tracking device one girl had hidden on her showed that they were taken across the border into Karunga. But then the signal from the tracking device had stopped and the military satellite tracking them by infrared lost them in the dense rainforest. A month later a United States CIA team reported that a bondage and torture web-site run from a location in a South American country was showing pictures of a girl who was confirmed as being one of the lost SES agents.
Zoe was still anxiously wondering about what fate lay in store for her when Auda, Basil and Vanessa came into the cabin.
'Okay, let's get her ready for some shots,' said Auda, matter-of-factly. 'Dress her first.'
'Vanessa's told me what you're planning!' Zoe blurted. 'For pity's sake, listen Auda, the British Government will match any price you might get for me there. Please, don't do this...'
The Arab caught hold of Zoe by the jaw, holding her head still so that she had to meet his gaze. She had been untied and hauled from the bed, Basil grasping her wrists behind her back.
'I've little affection for the British Government,' Auda announced, 'They've done nothing to save my people from a cruel dictatorship. They practically condone that tyrant who styles himself as King! No, I'm sorry, you'll be sold at the Karunga slave market and I'll put the money I get for you to a worthwhile cause!'
'For mercy's sake Auda! Look, the British Government will pay a ransom for me! Don't send me to the slave market, please!' Zoe begged.
'I've heard enough from her,' Auda growled, 'Vanessa, gag her.'
'What shall I use, Auda?' Vanessa asked.
'You choose, anything just as long it silences her!'
Zoe tried to back away as a moment later Vanessa approached her, a rubber facemask dangling from one hand. Basil tightened his grip on her arms and nudged her forwards.
'No... please...'
'I think this suits you,' Vanessa laughed, pulling the rubber snugly around Zoe's head.
The thick latex came across her mouth, moulding tightly under her chin and around her throat. She felt it stretching tautly over her cheeks, leaving just her nose and around her eyes exposed, except for two strips of latex that ran from over her mouth, up either side of her nose then joining above the bridge of her nose and stretching across her forehead.
'Pull her hair out of the way, she'll look better with her hair loose,' Auda ordered.
Zoe grunted in objection as her head was tilted forwards, her hair dangling around her face, the blood rushing to her head as the latex was drawn tightly around the back of her head.
'Now, just keep still while I get some of these straps fastened,' Vanessa told her.
Zoe tried to thrash her head as she felt the rubber pressing hard against her mouth and tightly around her cheeks.
'That's one. Now for the other.'
The strips of latex running up her face from above her mouth were pressed more firmly against her skin and she felt the strap that stretched over the top of her head being pulled taut.
'There, nice and snug. How does that feel, Zoe?'
All she could manage was a muffled groan and Vanessa laughed with delight at how effective the gag was.
'What can we do to her next, Auda?' she asked, her eyes sparkling with excitement.
'She looks good in the high heels but give her something else to wear. At least to start with.'
'Leave it to me,' Vanessa replied and she quickly searched through the clothes until finding something that suited her purpose. A moment later and Zoe was being forced into a leopard print tank top and matching G-string
'That's fine, now strap her face down on the bed,' Auda instructed, 'Vanessa you can whip her while I take some photos.'
Zoe was tossed down onto the bed and her arms and legs spread-eagled and bound. She saw Vanessa move behind her, a short leather whip in her hand, her eyes gleaming with eagerness. Zoe's heart hammered with excitement and she had only a second of nervous expectation before the whip cracked down against her bare skin.
She howled in protest through the gag. The sadistic bitch had brought the whip down against her rump with all her strength!
'Not so hard Vanessa,' Auda cautioned. 'Bring her to tears by all means but do it slowly.'
The whip cracked down over her rump again making her jerk frantically against the leather that bound her ankles and wrists and held her spread-eagle.
'Maybe a bit harder,' Auda suggested. 'Keep that up until her body is bathed in sweat and she's too exhausted to struggle any more. I want her looking nice and compliant for the next set of photos.'
Zoe shook her head, twisting her arms desperately as the whip struck her again.
For the first dozen or so blows she struggled, cried and thrashed against the straps that held her spread. Vanessa at first concentrated on whipping her rump but she then turned her attention to her thighs. Each searing burning sensation of the whip made Zoe jerk and twist frantically. When Auda lifted her head by grasping her tangled hair, the tears were running down her cheeks and over the shiny black latex of the gag. The man felt between her legs, stroking his fingers across her vulva. Zoe groaned through the gag.
'She's very aroused, poor thing,' the man laughed contemptuously.
The whip came down again across Zoe's thighs making her buck and jerk her arms against the straps and leather cuffs that bound her wrists.
'You can't escape this, you may as well resign yourself to the fact.'
Again the whip struck her, less hard but across her buttocks where they curved into her thighs. Zoe felt the leather brush close against her sex and she whimpered plaintively. The man stroked her again and when his fingers slid inside her, Zoe pushed her body back against them, aware of what she was doing but unable to control herself. She couldn't help it if they'd made her hopelessly aroused. She was desperate to come now.
'Basil, time for you to service her.'
Zoe just had time to see the young man's face light up in expectant pleasure before the Arab released his hold on her hair and her head dropped abruptly back onto the bed.
A broad leather belt was fastened around Zoe's waist and buckled tight. They then clipped a strap onto a ring on the belt above her spine. The other end of the strap was then clipped onto a hook screwed into a steel plate that was bolted onto the cabin's low ceiling. As Basil tightened the strap Zoe groaned, feeling her waist being lifted.
'Vanessa, slacken the straps to her ankles a little,' Auda ordered. 'We don't want to strain the girl and hurt her. You can have a play with the camcorder while Basil services her.'
Zoe watched fearfully as the young man began to strip off his jeans and Vanessa picked up a camcorder and set to work to film the unfolding scene. Zoe looked around her and saw Auda leaning nonchalantly against the wall, watching and she looked pleadingly at him. He merely gave a faint shake of his head as if to say, "No, I won't stop this happening to you." Vanessa who had been fiddling with the camcorder glanced up and gave a loud gasp of amazement making Zoe look around. Vanessa was gazing at Basil, who was now climbing onto the bed behind Zoe's spread legs and forcibly raised bottom.
Zoe glanced over her shoulder and saw what had made Vanessa gasp; Basil was massively hung. His thick dark cock was flaccid but still as long as any male organ that Zoe had ever taken in her pussy. She stared wide-eyed in alarm and shook her head with disbelief.
'Christ Auda! And I thought you were well hung!' Vanessa gazed at the young man, licking her lips as she began to salivate in excitement. 'But doesn't having some girl tied up before him get him excited?' Vanessa asked, 'I should have thought watching this any guy would be rock hard by now.'
'He's seen it all too often,' Auda smiled, 'He just needs some warming up. You can do that.'
Vanessa discarded the camcorder and skipped across to behind the young man where he was kneeling, poised on the end of the bed.
Zoe felt the young man rest his hands on her raised hips, she looked back and stared mesmerised by the cock dangling between the youth's muscled thighs. She saw Vanessa move behind the young man, her blonde hair contrasting vividly with his dark skin, as she looked over his shoulder.
'Don't worry Zoe; I'll make him as thick and as hard as I can for you! I can see you're dying to have this up your sweet little pussy!'
Zoe shook her head and looked imploringly across to Auda but he studiously ignored her. She felt her gaze being dragged back to the giant cock and saw that Vanessa's slender fingers were now stroking slowly up and down the shaft. Her long fingertips were lightly sliding over the dark skin and even as Zoe watched she saw the shaft ripple and thicken, moving like some snake coming to life as she stared at it in breathless disbelief.
Sure, she'd fantasised about being fucked by some amazingly well hung guy, but never in her wildest dreams had she imagined something this size! Always being avid for sexual gratification, even in the temporary absence of some man, Zoe had stocked her bedroom with a handful of vibrators, but she'd never even contemplated buying something the size of what now faced her. She knew she had a satisfyingly tight little pussy. Plenty of guys had gasped with pleasured surprise, as they'd had to force their cocks into her tight little sex.
'Does that feel good, Basil? Is that nice?'
Vanessa was cradling the heavy sac of wrinkled skin that hung below the young man's cock, rolling his testicles between her fingertips, gently squeezing, stroking, and teasing. Zoe watched, wide-eyed as the cock continued to thicken and now, even more alarming, she could see it lengthening as well. She craned her head sideways, staring with fascination, her pulse quickening, her armpits drenching with sweat as she saw Vanessa caress the head of the cock with her fingertips. Almost immediately in response, the thing that had been hanging down and semi-flaccid now reared up, blood rushing to fill it. She saw the head widening, engorging with blood until the skin was stretched tightly. The shaft swelled, thickening until Vanessa was unable to close her fingers around it and still it thickened as she went on stroking it.
'Don't excite him any more Vanessa or he'll come too quickly,' Auda cautioned.
'I know how to stop that,' Vanessa laughed, 'Here we go Basil, this'll keep you from shooting your load too soon.'
Vanessa quickly ripped open the wrapping of some perfume and shook the bottle out from its glossy little box. First splashing some into her palm she then caressed Basil's scrotum. The young man let out a loud gasp of surprise.
'Hell that stings!'
'It'll really inhibit ejaculation. I reckon you can fuck her for as long as you please now,' Vanessa told him smugly.
Zoe looked at the massive ramrod hard cock, gleaming as it swayed behind her bound legs.
'Go on Basil,' Vanessa encouraged. 'Give it to her as hard as you can!'
Zoe pulled against the leather cuffs around her wrists and ankles as the young man grasped her hips. He pulled the flimsy G-string aside and pushed the head of his vast organ up the crack between buttocks. Zoe felt it grinding its way between the mounds of soft flesh and then sliding relentlessly into the delicate folds of her sex. She shook her head vigorously as the cock slid into her sex, driving into her body with the relentless onslaught of a battering ram. It forced her sex wider than she imagined possible then ploughed into her, taking her breath away. She struggled to drag herself free but it was impossible. Her limbs were pinned. Her waist was forcibly lifted so her bottom was held aloft. Strong hands clasped her hips and her whole body already felt exhausted from struggling against the relentless whipping that she'd suffered.
'Okay Basil, time for you to fuck her senseless,' Vanessa urged him.
Zoe shook her head in disbelief as she felt the cock going still deeper into her tight, young pussy. The sensation quickly so intense she struggled madly.
Panting hard through her flared nostrils and gazing at her outstretched arms that ached where she'd fought against the leather cuffs and straps that held her, Zoe groaned through the gag. The cock was now completely inside her. Zoe glanced sideways and saw the Arab watching her with amused satisfaction. He then gave the merest nod to the young man.
Zoe tried to shout through the gag but the latex smothered her mouth so completely that she couldn't make more than a faint murmur of protest as the cock slid back out of her. Her body seemed to contract, her legs went soft, her head spun as she was rushed into a violent orgasm. The cock ploughed back into her, driving itself into her sex in one relentless motion. Again the cock pulled out and even faster this time it was rammed back into her. Zoe howled through the gag but little noise escaped the snugly fitting latex mask. The cock withdrew and was again thrust into her. She grunted, fresh tears pricking her eyes. Again and again and again it was rammed then withdrawn then rammed into her until she imagined she would die if she had to experience it one more time. But still the torment continued: relentlessly, remorselessly, her delicate young body was pounded until the ache in her sex spread through her arse down into her legs and up her heaving chest to her breasts. She shook her head in despair and with what strength she had left she made one more pathetic attempt to free herself from the straps and cuffs that bound her to the bed. Feeling her helplessness and the relentless shafting her aching pussy was taking she came again. Her slim, sweat soaked body writhing madly as her orgasm came in waves, leaving her feeling so dazed she would have collapsed but for the belt around her waist holding her shattered body up so that it could be subjected to a continued assault from the man behind her.
'I've got enough on film. I'm going to check the bridge.'
Zoe hardly registered what Auda was saying. The door unlatched then latched shut again as he left. She lifted her head and through her tousled, perspiration drenched hair she could see Vanessa watching her, her expression now showing perhaps a hint of sympathy as well as excitement at her predicament.
The young man paused for a moment, the head of his shaft resting between the swollen folds of Zoe's vulva.
'Don't you feel like coming yet?' Vanessa asked the young man.
'Nope, I reckon what you did sure worked well.'
'Well, what a lucky girl you are, Zoe!' Vanessa laughed.
Zoe looked imploringly at the young blonde girl to try to tell her that she couldn't bear any more.
'I reckon she's had enough, Basil,' Vanessa announced, seeing Zoe's desperate expression. 'Maybe you should stop, I think she needs a rest.'
'Too bad, 'cause I ain't finished yet.'
Zoe groaned in dismay as the cock was shoved back into her sex, tears running down her cheeks and over the latex gag as the cock resumed its assault on her aching pussy.
'Come on Basil, give her a rest,' Vanessa coaxed, 'What about if we ungag her and she gives you a blowjob?'
'Fancy that then girl?' Basil lifted Zoe's head and met her gaze. She nodded her consent and gave a sigh of relief as Vanessa unfastened and removed the latex gag mask.
'Ready to suck cock then?' Basil demanded, laughing as he lifted Zoe's head by her hair.
'Yes...yes...' Zoe gasped.
With his balls dangling under her chin, Zoe licked along the length of the shaft that swayed before her face. She wondered whether it was only her self-esteem that was objecting to being used like this. If she repeatedly came whilst being taken like this, surely deep down she was enjoying it? She'd always had an insatiable sexual appetite. She'd imagined that the extreme sexual practices used by the SES would have satisfied her, but always she'd craved more. Now, since she'd been abducted and had been forcibly put on the receiving end she had discovered another side to herself.
She gazed at her outstretched and tethered arms, the all too familiar leather cuffs tight around her slim wrists. Basil's cock was far too large to take fully in her mouth but she enjoyed sucking cock and had developed a good technique. Soon, she felt the huge shaft beginning to twitch and throb. She drew her head back to recover her breath. Looking sideways she saw the young blonde girl watching her. Vanessa was sitting on a chair, her slender legs up in front of her, her ankles crossed and resting on the corner of the bed. Zoe could glimpse the delicate black silk briefs underneath the tight black Lycra mini-skirt. The girl's excited breathing made her generous breasts rise and fall, her nipples pressing erectly against the flimsy bra. Her piercing blue eyes glittered with excitement and her generous lips were parted slackly, her sensual mouth opened as she softly panted in arousal at what she was watching.
'Okay honey, suck and swallow like a good little bitch,' Basil ordered.
Zoe slid her mouth over the broad cock tip and flicked against the head with the tip of her tongue. She licked all over the smooth dome and then, tightening her lips around him she sucked. Basil groaned. She sucked harder as the organ in her mouth throbbed. Basil gave a long low sigh and she felt his fingers tighten their hold in her hair. Hot come splashed against the back of her throat. Zoe sucked avidly and Basil groaned deeply. The milky fluid poured in a long stream from his cock and Zoe felt it filling her mouth and trickling down her throat. She saw Vanessa watching the spectacle, her hand between her legs and felt strangely proud of herself and oddly content. Maybe, just maybe, she could get used to this new life, she thought.