by Tessa Valmur
'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 d
o 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.