Deborah felt a sudden, overwhelming flush of heat running down her neck and across her breasts. She eased her head back but, she could not look away from the scene before her and she realised that watching Asia was the reason for her own sudden shock of excitement. The surging thrill ignited in her a confusion of embarrassment and delight and, desperate to cover her reddening face, she dropped her head as far forward as she could. But she could not keep her head down. Something inside compelled her to look at Asia as the man displayed her to the leering crowd. She fought against it and forced her head down again, fixing her eyes on the wooden stage. She felt the rope cutting into her and she pushed herself against it, squirming against it and feeling its unforgiving tension but, as she felt it cutting into her breasts, she reared back and the sight of Asia caused the hot flush of excitement to spread further and deeper.
The man held Asia over the front of the stage and hands pawed and poked at her buttocks. Deborah watched fingers probing between Asia’s thighs and she pulled herself tighter against the rope but this time she did not look away. She saw them pulling at Asia’s exposed outer labia and probing inside her cunt. She saw fingers pressing against Asia’s anus and, when they pushed inside, Deborah felt a massive surge of heat across her body and struggled frantically against her bonds. She wanted to break free but she did not want to escape. She wanted to be lifted and exposed to the men in the crowd. She wanted her buttocks held high and her cunt fingered and opened and she wanted to feel the pressure of fingers against her anus and the hot wave of ecstasy in her hips as they pressed deeply inside. She bit hard onto the gag in her mouth and threw herself from side to side, feeling the tension of the rope around her body and revelling in its unforgiving tautness.
The crowd of men shouted wildly as they took hold of Asia and passed her around, holding her high above their heads and feeling her all over. They fought to get to her, yanking at her flimsy dress and tearing at it until only shreds hung from her shoulders.
Deborah pulled frantically against the rope that held her. She imagined herself being violated by the crowd. She could see herself being held above their heads and she could feel their hands all over her. She could feel the suffocating tightness in her throat as they dragged her down amongst them and pulled her legs wide and exposed her naked cunt. She could picture herself struggling against them, screaming at them to lift her high above their heads again and display her and humiliate her. She pulled wildly at her bonds and, as she threw her head from side to side, spit flew from the sides of her gagged mouth, splashing across her tight-pulled cheeks, running down her chin and splattering on her heaving breasts.
Men in the crowd started shouting and pointing to a man in a heavy, black cloak. The man had his hand held high and, as the noise died down, he shouted out a figure that made everyone gasp.
The fat Arab beamed broadly, looked around vainly for any other bidders and smacked his hands together jubilantly.
Sold! Sold! And for a handsome price indeed! Now the next one, let’s see how much you will pay for the bitch Chrissie!
He strutted over to Chrissie and threatened her with his cane. She cringed and shrunk back and everyone laughed and jeered. He smacked her calves with the cane and she tried to twist them away but, as she bent her legs, she fell heavily on the rope and her eyes rolled up and Deborah watched her mouth fall open as she hung hopelessly on her bonds.
The fat Arab spun her around and smacked his cane across her buttocks. Her mouth gaped wider but she did not respond and, as he caned her repeatedly, she just spun on the slowly tightening rope.
Deborah struggled frantically, pulling at her wrists and tightening the chain across her hips. She could feel the metal links digging into her skin and she pulled harder and squirmed against them, lifting herself up slightly until they pressed into the front of her shaved slit.
The crowd started chanting and pointing at her.
Chienne! Chienne! Chienne!
The fat Arab turned to Deborah and, when he levelled his short cane at her, the crowd started screaming in a frenzy.
Chienne! Chienne! Chienne!
He left Chrissie still spinning on the gradually tightening rope and ordered the boy to untie Deborah.
As the rope came free from her ankles and knees, she opened her legs and wrapped her heels backwards around the post, thrusting her naked cunt forward towards the crowd and pushing out her hips to show them its pink, swollen edges. When her wrists were untied she flung her arms outwards, tightening the chain between her shackles and pulling it fiercely against the front of her crack. She dragged the links sideways against it, opening it and exposing her clitoris then, in a frenzy, she rubbed the chain up and down and her clitoris throbbed and engorged under the pressure from the hard metal. She pulled against the rope that held her and dropped her weight against it until it tightened completely. She felt her chest tightening, and she bit onto the gag in her mouth, as a wave of scorching heat spread across her heaving, breathless body.
Suddenly, the rope came free and she dropped to the floor. She gasped for air through her flaring nostrils as she pulled herself up onto her knees and, as she stared out into the crowd of men, her eyes widened as she felt herself growling like a dog.
Chienne! Chienne! Chienne!
Their chanting mesmerized her and she crawled on all-fours towards the edge of the stage.
Chienne! Chienne! Chienne!
She licked her tongue against the soggy gag in her mouth and raised her buttocks as high as she could then she turned them towards the crowd of men and opened her legs wide. She wanted them to see her shaved cunt and she pushed it out towards them, her head spinning with their chanting and her body flushing with the humiliating exposure.
Chienne! Chienne! Chienne!
She felt their hands reaching out and pawing at her. She dropped onto her elbows, scraping her hard nipples against the rough wooden floor and splaying out her shackled wrists as wide as she could.
Chienne! Chienne! Chienne!
A hand squeezed the splayed-out edges of her cunt, then another grasped her buttocks. She stretched her arms out wider as she felt an arm wrapping itself under her hips and lifting her off the ground. She felt her body boiling with heat as she was carried into the crowd and, as she was tossed amongst them then lifted above their heads, her head spun giddily as shivers of uncontrollable excitement coursed through her.
The men clawed at her tattered stockings, ripping them from the clasps of her suspender belt and pulling them off. They yanked at the suspender belt, twisting her around as they tugged at it in a frenzy, until it came undone. She fell beneath their overpowering hands, naked and filled with fear. They wrapped one of her stockings tightly around her eyes and the other they bound around her shackled wrists. She could not see anything and her mind filled with images of their hands and her terrible exposure and frailty. She stretched her fingers out, grabbing the men’s clothes and tugging at them frantically as if imploring them to violate her and degrade her more.
Suddenly, the breath was knocked from her as she was thrown to the ground. She did not have time to recover before she felt a painful jerk at her wrists as the stocking tightened around them and she was pulled roughly across the sandy ground. Her arms and legs flailed hopelessly as they hauled her between them on her back. She banged against them and did not know which way up she was as they dragged her about like a captured animal. The tightness of the stocking around her wrists and the clawing hands around her body made her head beat with the throbbing of her veins, then she felt a surging excitement pulsating through her as her ankles were held and her legs were spread wide apart.
Deborah threw her head from side to side and thrust her hips up at the men. She felt the burning sensation of her oncoming orgasm spreading deep inside her exposed cunt and she wanted them to release it for her. She wanted them to turn her over and
beat her. She wanted bending over and whipping until she could stand no more and only then would she be able to feel the flooding release of her climax. She wanted to cry out to them to hold her down while they caned her and smacked her and beat her and she wanted to beg on her knees for them to punish her and deliver her to pleasure from pain.
She bit onto the gag and flung her head back against the sandy ground but no cane fell on her, no whip beat across her breasts and no hand smacked viciously across her buttocks. She twisted and turned, bursting with desire as her pent up orgasm burnt in her veins. She heard them shouting and she felt them pulling her legs wider but it was not enough. She struggled against them, hoping to anger them with her resistance, or even break free so that they would have to chase her and catch her and punish her for her disobedience. But they were only excited by her frantic struggling and she did not have the strength to escape their clutching hands.
Everything they did was not enough to satisfy her. She felt fingers around the edges of her cunt but she wanted them to squeeze her labia and pinch them and send penetrating shocks of pain through her body. She felt her nipples being pulled but she wanted them pinched hard and bitten and thrashed and she went into a frustrated panic as she felt the scorching heat inside her and no way of releasing it.
She felt the heat of a body between her legs and she offered up her cunt. She raised it high, hoping to feel the stinging pain of a beating hand or the lacerating cuts of a cane across her swollen labia, but instead she felt the hot splash of semen flooding across her shaved crack. It ran down the insides of her thighs and trickled against her anus. She squirmed against it as more spurted onto her, spreading stickily across her engorged clitoris and running into the slit of her dilated cunt. She felt another gush of wet heat as more spunk flowed over her breasts, running down the sides of her chest and under her outstretched arms. She felt another splash of hotness against the side of her face and she smelled the salty tang of semen as it ran down the side of her neck and dribbled into her ear.
More spunk slashed onto her as they wanked over her one after another. Some finished in her tangled hair, some in her flaring nostrils, or under her arms. She felt some splashing into her ears and she tasted some as it ran across the tight-stretched gag in her mouth but still it was not what she needed to finish. She wanted to plead with them to beat her and thrash her but, as they dropped her to the ground, soaked and dripping with sticky spunk, she was still gasping desperately and writhing in the grip of her frustration.
Suddenly, the white stocking was pulled from her eyes and she was rolled over onto her front. Dust stuck to her face as she raised her buttocks, hoping at last to feel the pain of a beating but still more spunk dripped down on her, falling onto her back and oozing between her raised buttocks. She wanted to cry out and beg to be thrashed but all she felt was more spunk splashing on her shoulders and underneath her arms.
She kept lifting her bottom and displaying her cunt but it was hopeless. She bit onto the gag and gurgled spit across it, letting it run into the sand then rubbing her face in it and burying her nose in it until her nostrils were plugged and she choked for breath.
They rolled her over onto her back again and, through her bleary, dazzled eyes, she saw the fat Arab standing above her. He turned to the crowd and, when he saw the cloaked man’s arm held high, he smacked his hands together and rubbed them vigorously.
Sold! All my bitches sold to the same buyer!
The crowd of men drew back and stood in a circle around Deborah. She lay on the dusty ground, her head crooked to one side and her legs spread wide apart. She was drenched with sticky semen and it mixed with the mud that stuck to her reddened skin.
She rubbed her mud-caked eyes and saw the shiny toe-cap of a red, high-heeled shoe tapping impatiently in front of her face. She looked up along the slender leg and saw the sharp slit of a red dress falling each side of a pale knee. Her heart started pounding, but this time with fear, as she rubbed the spit and sand from her nose with the back of her hand.
Ah, little bitch, and we thought you were lost, said Saab dropping her sunglasses down her nose. She turned to the man in the black cloak who stood beside her. Only his tightly squinting eyes were visible from a narrow slit in his heavy, black robe.
Meet your new master bitch, said Saab, licking her glossy, red lips with her wet tongue. Meet Theron.
The cloaked man stepped forward and pulled the heavy material away from his face. He was dark and swarthy and his white teeth shone in the sunlight as he opened his mouth to speak.
So, I have bought back what was already mine! He turned to Saab. My dear Saab, Gross must be made to pay for this. He was in charge of her and because of his idiocy he lost her. Lost her because he was too frightened to do his duty and now I have had to buy her back. This little bitch has cost me too much and it’s all his fault. Be sure you make his punishment entertaining though. He laughed then bent down and placed the palm of his hand against Deborah’s wet and distended cunt. And it looks as though she’s too used to getting what she wants! I think we can put a stop to that though. He wiped his hand on a handkerchief then threw it down onto the ground as he turned back to the fat Arab. Who did you buy her from?
The fat Arab wrung his hands together and looked flustered.
A man lord Theron. Just a man. He came last night and he left this morning. I did not know him. I have never seen him before. A man. Just a man ...
The fat Arab bowed his head, desperately hoping that Theron would not question him further and find out that he was working for Jabari.
Theron pushed past him angrily and spoke to Saab.
Put her with the others and have them all sent on. And please, my dear Saab, no mistakes this time!
Saab smiled, pushed her sunglasses back onto the bridge of her nose then bent forward and smacked Deborah angrily across the face. Deborah reeled sideways, her spunk-smeared cheeks stinging from the sudden blow.
That’s the last time you’ll cause me trouble bitch. Yes, I’ll make that fool Gross pay but I’ll make sure you pay more! Saab turned to the fat Arab. Send them on. And this time, send them with someone we can trust.
The fat Arab nodded obediently and ordered the boy to lead them away.
Deborah was still shaking all over and, as the boy dropped a rope around her neck and pulled her forward, she could not stop herself delving her semen-covered hands down between her squirming thighs in a desperate bid to relieve her burning frustration.
Chapter 8
Deborah had been thrown into the tent with Asia and Chrissie and lashed to the post for the night. She had struggled to undo her bonds in the hope that she could get free, release Chrissie and Asia and that together they could escape. But the leather straps around her wrists were too tight and, in the end, she fell into an uncomfortable and troubled sleep.
She dreamed of being back in the office and going out to lunch with Chrissie. They felt such good friends, almost like sisters. She saw them getting dressed up for the evening and riding in the back of a black limousine. She pictured them squeezed up together in the deep, leather seat, laughing and giggling and touching up their lipstick as they gossiped about what they would be doing. She smelled Chrissie’s perfume and felt the thrill of her touch when she reached forward and wiped a mark from Deborah’s cheek. Suddenly, the dream turned into a nightmare as she saw Saab pushing her way into the back of the car. Chrissie greeted her and they kissed each other passionately then both of them pointed at Deborah and laughed at her mockingly. Deborah reeled back confused as they pushed her out of the car and drove away laughing leaving her lying in the litter-strewn gutter shivering from fear. She woke with her heart thumping and sweat running down her neck. She could not get to sleep for ages and when she did she dreamed the same dream again.
Deborah was woken by the young boy walking over the top of them. His bare feet du
g into her side as he bent down and clipped a heavy, iron yoke around each of their necks.
When he untied their wrists from the post in the centre of the tent he ordered them to stand. They struggled to their feet but Chrissie fell sideways under the weight of the heavy halter. Deborah wrapped her arm around her waist and held her up as she moaned pitifully.
I can’t stand any more. I just can’t ...
For a moment, Deborah thought of telling her about the bracelet. She wanted to share her disappointment with her only friend but, as she looked into Chrissie’s sad, exhausted face, she realised that it would be too much for her.
The boy smacked Chrissie’s buttocks with a short cane. She screamed out and arched backwards as he started punching her and he did not stop until she stood up to his satisfaction.
The boy laced a chain between rings in their iron yokes then yanked on it gleefully and pulled them outside the tent. He hooked the end of the chain into a ring on a horse’s saddle then looked up at the rider obediently.
Are these all lord Theron’s purchases?
Oui. C’est tout.
The rider nodded to him then shook the reins of his horse and set off with the three chained women trailing behind.
The sun got higher as they plodded through the soft, hot sand. Deborah’s lips were parched and her tongue was dry and, as it got hotter, she started feeling dizzy and kept stumbling. They trudged on and the iron yoke around her neck got so hot it burned against her throat and shoulders.
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