Chapter Eighteen
Along a narrow coastal plain stood mile upon mile of broken and leafless date palms, among which the principal life consisted of termite mounds and the few other creatures that survived by preying upon them. Inland, ragged and sterile mountains stood dry and sun-baked, glittering with salt, and shimmering a little in the hot air. The sky had settled after the turmoil of the Catastrophe to a pearly haze that offered no promise of rain. Wide mud flats, from which the sea had retreated, extended seawards from the shore. The shattered remains of a pirate fort guarded a shallow creek, since scoured out by the tsunami into a deep inlet that harboured a host of small boats of widely varied types and materials. Here was a settlement of fishermen, amounting to a town, though one haphazardly built and largely roofed with scavenged material. In the distance along the coast, a cluster of skeletal towers in strange shapes, abandoned and forlorn, was the source of the materials. At the edge of the town, fresh green growth showed over the white walls of a garden enclosure built of irregularly shaped concrete blocks that surrounded an edifice of more ambitious nature. The water supply for the greenery was supplied from a deep well by an endless bucket chain and here, beneath a little shelter thatched with dry palm leaves, a naked slave, maturely female with fair hair spilling over her shoulders, steadily plodded on the endlessly moving steps of a treadmill.
The sharp double clap of hands reverberated above the intermittent splash of water. Beyond the well, where a little terrace projected from the building shaded by a vine-clad arbour, a portly young man, with a round beard sat cross-legged on rich carpets playing chess with an older man in fisherman’s garments, but with fingers full of rings that hinted at the status of a skipper and owner. A youthful servant, nearly naked, white-skinned and wearing a metal collar, his skimpy covering clearly displaying him to be a eunuch, approached barefoot from the shadowy interior and bowed deeply to receive a casual order. He bore a noticeable facial resemblance to the wheel slave. The two men on the terrace bent more intently over the board, gravely fingering their beards. Shortly the youthful eunuch reappeared, ushering forward two female figures pattering barefoot but with a silvery tinkling sound. The source was the string of tiny bells that decorated each slim white ankle, visible beneath the filmy robes that both wore. The eunuch whisked away the robes of each in turn, folding them over his arm and retreating, with another bow, back from whence he came.
The newcomers were even more clearly, younger versions of the female wheel slave, with figures now wholly revealed, since they were naked except for their jewellery. Furthermore both were advanced in pregnancy, standing with hands clasped lightly over their smoothly out-curved bellies. Their necks were encircled with gilt slave collars and similar bracelets and anklets decorated their slender limbs as well as confirming their slave status. Their fair hair was elaborately plaited into thick ropes that hung over milk-laden breasts. Clearly a matched pair, they stood quite unheeded for the moment as the two men concentrated upon the game board. Their eyes down cast, the two young women waited with seemingly perfect meekness though their cheeks showed spots of red. Across the garden the wheel slave’s steady tread never faltered, the water wheel turning steadily, even though she watched anxiously through the dripping curtain of water-spill. At last a move was made that had both men exclaiming and exchanging laughing remarks. The game was ended, evidently the guest the winner. Straightening, the younger waved his hand towards the waiting concubines with an expansive gesture that clearly offered the guest his choice of the treasures of the house. Smiling with satisfaction, the visitor sat back in his place, surveyed the twins with casual brevity then crooked his finger more or less at random. As the chosen one started forward, he casually opened his baggy pants, fishing out from among the folds an enormous and well-nigh fully erected penis. The slave looked quickly to her owner for confirmation, then slid carefully onto hands and knees. Creeping forward, enlarged breasts jostling and huge belly swaying ponderously beneath her, she approached the man until her shoulders were between his knees and reaching out, encircled the man’s erection just below the dusky knob with a small white finger and thumb. She bent forward her face clearly in view and expression intent, to open her soft red lips and envelope the whole dome with her mouth.
The guest let out his breath in a luxurious sigh and a murmured aside of appreciation to his host; the compliance of the girl, of course, was taken for granted. Behind her the host leaned back complacently with a rear view of the girl’s naked hindquarters wobbling slightly, decorated with the red letters of her name Ami, branded more carefully this time with the red hot iron. As she gradually filled her mouth and throat, cheeks bulging, taking into it the rampant flesh of the man to whom her services had been given, she spread her knees wide as if to steady herself, but hollowing her back and elevating her bottom at the same time, effectively flaunted at her young master the reddish-brown pucker of her anus and below it exposed the rearward bulge of her softly furred mound, split by the unguarded glistening slot of her sex dangling a short length of chain and a small identity tag. The sight seemed to inspire the host who now turned his head and gestured over his shoulder to the remaining girl, who followed her sister’s example, this time swivelling laboriously to face her master, the two plump hips brushing against each other as they faced the same task in different directions. The gentle patter and splash of the water prevented the wheel slave from hearing the small gurgling sounds that her daughters made from throats filled with the firm bulk of well-exercised manhood. The visitor puffed his cheeks and arched his back, reaching forward to grasp Ami’s bobbing head as if to keep her to her task. His eyes were upon the sister’s rounded bottom cheeks waggled before him, where the red brand spelled out the letters of Beki. She was just beginning to speed up her own motion, her fair head bobbing almost in the same rhythm to her sister, with her owner making sounds of encouragement. The visitor groaned and gritted his teeth, turning his attention back to his own administrant, his body and limbs stiffening. Head in his lap, Ami swallowed hard, the gulping motions of her white throat quite visible above the collar. Male and female followed and responded to one another, in repeated spasms interlinked in reactions until at last the man straightened with a long indrawn breath. He looked to the girl’s owner, still enjoying the gurgling depths of Beki’s throat and laughed with appreciative jollity.
Ami’s head lifted slowly to allow his wilted stem to slither out from between her lips. She remained upon all fours, backing slowly, her pink tongue removing the white traces from the corners of her mouth. She retreated until she was crouched level with her master, who spared a hand from regulating Beki’s nodding head to pat Ami’s bottom approvingly. The youthful eunuch reappeared with a bowl and a cloth, first to wash the visitor’s face, hands and then kneeling respectfully to carefully and thoroughly wash the traces of his sister’s juices from the man’s member. Beki too, was now gulping down her own allotment of male cum which the eunuch, grovelling even lower, duly cleaned from heir master’s own male member.
Lady trod onwards, the surfaces of her generous curves glistening wetly, water pulsing into the stone channels, her anxiety subsiding. Her own offspring lay sleeping in the basket to the rear of her workplace. She still saw Tom in passing where he laboured at the larger wheel that supplied the fisher town with drinking water, when the fishing fleet returned and the men celebrated in Madame Heggrah’s brothel and she was sent to supplement the services of her daughters. All had gone well. Their owner Sheik Zahd bin Sulieman, the town’s chief magistrate and part owner of the brothel had been given no cause for annoyance.
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