by Tessa Valmur
'I think this little girl isn't so innocent as she seems. I think I'll take her to the tower. She can keep the other English girl company. They'll make a pleasing contrast. What was her name again?' Mosafa asked, unbuttoning his trousers and drawing out his engorged cock.
'Vanessa Richardson. Art Student from London. Nineteen years old.'
Mosafa nodded with satisfaction, drew apart the cheeks of Vanessa's arse with his hands and slid his cock into her sex. She was tight but moist and he sighed with the pleasure of forcing himself into her. The suddenness of his assault had taken her by surprise and now Vanessa squirmed ineffectually as the man partially withdrew his cock then pushed it back into her.
'Well, from now on Vanessa you're going to learn to submit to me whenever I want you. Then I'll train you to submit to whomever I chose to give you to. Something tells me you're going to enjoy being treated like this, which is excellent. A young blonde like you will sell well, once properly trained.'
Vanessa sighed as the man drew his cock back until she could feel the engorged head nuzzling at the opening of her sex.
'I think if you like wearing a ring through your clitoris, you'll enjoy everything I have planned for you!'
He pushed his cock back hard into her.
Vanessa shook her head, her legs and arms twisting and pulling against her restraints. The man took hold of her long hair with one hand, holding her head back and still, whilst with his free hand he stroked her cheek and traced the line of her mouth, feeling the metal that prised her jaws open.
'Enjoy it young girl...enjoy it and life will be easier for you.'
'Nuuhh...'
Vanessa's breath was coming in short urgent gasps as the man rode her harder. She gazed at her outstretched arms, her wrists bound by the leather cuffs and she remembered how she'd felt the first time she had been tied up. Each time there was the knot of nervous anticipation in her stomach. Often she felt the fear welling up, as she realised that she was completely helpless. But she'd learnt to take each new experience as it came to her and soon she'd come to find the whole thing deeply intoxicating.
Now though, she was in no bondage game. She had no idea what lay in store for her and she guessed that this man's assault on her young body was only the beginning. There was nothing she could do to stop him. She felt his cock using her, harder and harder, faster and more determined. She sighed through the gag, twisting her arms in a futile gesture of objection. Her legs were held so firmly by the heavy straps around her thighs that she couldn't move them at all. Despite being taken against her will, or perhaps because of it, she felt her pussy soak with arousal and desire.
She gave a choked whimper as she came, her juices bathing the man's cock and triggering his own climax he gasped with satisfaction, clutching her slim waist as he came, ramming his cock into her one last time.
'Good girl... very good...'
Vanessa lifted her head weakly as the man hauled himself back from her tethered body. He gazed appreciatively at her as he recovered his breath then he turned to the two female guards.
'Prepare her for transportation to the tower and destroy all her clothes and possessions. She won't be needing any of them from now on!'
* * *
Auda bin Yasel wandered across to the tinted plate glass window of the airport waiting lounge and gazed across the smooth tarmac to where a Boeing 747 was being loaded with supplies. Beyond the perimeter fence of the airport the desert began abruptly, except to the east where the sea sparkled invitingly. Glancing back at the arrivals board, the flight from Heathrow, England was still shown, although the arrival time was half an hour ago. There were only a handful of passengers milling around who might have been from this flight. Where was Vanessa? He had told her to wait here for him and on no account to leave the airport. With suspicions already aroused in his mind he sauntered across to the information desk. The smiling Arab girl behind the desk confirmed that the flight had come in thirty-five minutes ago and that Miss Richardson had been on board. When he asked if he could go through to baggage reclaim and the passenger arrivals lounge, he was told politely that was not possible. Accepting this, he left the airport, first collecting his weapons from the security desk where he had been obliged to leave them.
Once back outside in the fierce light and soaring midday heat he slipped his sunglasses on standing in the shade of a palm tree he used his mobile-phone to call the airport and ask for the number for security. Calling this he then asked in English for Major Mosafa. The girl who answered asked him his name and he told her Sir Rodney Stonefield. A few moments later and Mosafa came on the line.
'Sir Rodney, I trust everything is all right with you?'
Auda bin Yasel smiled to himself and muffling the phone with a fold of his cloak and assuming his best Oxford English he answered.
'Fine. Absolutely.' Auda then hissed into the phone, feigning interference, and then said, '...hear me?'
'What did you say, Sir Rodney? Can you hear me? There's a lot of static on the line. Are you still at the tower?'
'Yes but listen...' Auda hissed and crackled again before finishing, 'come here, can you?'
'This bloody line!' Mosafa swore, 'Sir Rodney, I have taken possession of another English girl: very young and wild. I shall bring her with me to the tower. Can you hear me?'
'Just...hang up, think... cheerio then Major.'
'Yes, goodbye Sir Rodney.'
Auda ended the call then dialled another number while looking back at the airport. After a few seconds his call was answered.
'Yo man, it's me, how's it going?'
'Change of plan Basil, hire us a jeep and bring it with the supplies to the airport as fast as you can.'
'Hey chief, what's going down?'
'Just be quick. Look for me outside the airport. Not the main entrance, just wherever security or airport staff would go in and out by.'
'Give me half an hour Sheikh and I'll be there.'
'Basil, you have five minutes.'
Auda heard his servant give a melodramatic sigh before he switched his phone off. Shouldering his rifle, he set off at a quick walk.
Chapter Four
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.