Bought and Sold

by Tessa Valmur

'But Christy... don't you see what they're doing?' Zoe blurted.

  'Sure I see honey, but we've got a choice, don't you understand? I don't want to collect bruises even if you do!'

  Zoe couldn't believe what was suddenly happening. The cane was taken from her grasp and no sooner had Christy been freed than Zoe was being bound in her place.

  'Christy, they're manipulating us! Don't listen to what he says... we have to stick together on this! Don't you understand what he's doing to us?'

  'Sure I understand Zoe. It's just like college. You have to play by the rules to get on. I've always played by the rules if it's worth it and right now it's worth it!'

  Zoe stared imploringly at the young American girl as she circled her, the cane in one hand, her other dragging her tangled blonde hair clear of her face. She stepped close in front of Zoe and whispered to her.

  'Listen Zoe, we could be here for ages, haven't you figured it out? As long as we give these guys a good time and play the devoted slave girls we'll be okay. Hell, it shouldn't be that bad.'

  Zoe shook her head in dismay as Christy stepped back, swung the cane and brought it down across her breasts with a sharp thwack. She gave a scream of pain and jerked her arms angrily against the ropes that bound her wrists.

  'It isn't so bad Zoe. Not from my perspective anyway!'

  The cane swished through the air and hit Zoe across the inside of her spread thighs and she gave another howl of pain. She watched, trembling, as the young American girl danced out of her vision, moving behind her.

  'Christy, please... don't!'

  The cane smacked down across her rump making her jerk and pull frantically against the ropes.

  'Good, well done Christy,' the Colonel encouraged.

  The cane struck again where her thighs curved into her buttocks and she gasped as the pain travelled through her body like an electric shock. She was trembling uncontrollably with sweat running all down her tethered body by the time she'd received her first six strokes from the cane.

  'How are you feeling Zoe?'

  Christy stood close behind her and Zoe felt the cane touching between her spread legs.

  'Uhh, please, do you have to hit me so hard?' she begged.

  'Heavens sweetheart, they'd spot it if I didn't do a proper job. Besides, you know I'm kinda getting to enjoy myself here.'

  Zoe groaned as the cane slid against the folds of her sex.

  'Is your mind focusing yet on pleasure and suffering?'

  'Uhh...'

  Zoe felt the cane tap lightly against her sex, then a second time, more forcefully. She gasped in pain and tried urgently to close her legs protectively together but it was impossible. Again the cane flicked against her, then she felt the other girl slide her fingers into her sex.

  'Say Colonel, I think she's beginning to get aroused by this. Is that good or bad?'

  'It's good that she can appreciate pain and find pleasure in her suffering. Now, give her the next six strokes!'

  * * *

  Shrevra lay isolated, as Zoe had guessed, in the Himalayan foothills. The valley where the monastery was situated was owned wholly by the sect, as was most of the neighbouring valley. The fertile lower hill slopes were given over to tea plantations that the monks ran and profited from. They also grew and harvested from large fields of wild poppies whose cultivation Zoe guessed was for opium.

  After a week at Shrevra she was beginning to bitterly regret her hesitation to whip Christy on their first day at the monastery. Since then the girls paths had gone in radically different directions. Christy had quickly become slavishly obedient and had a list of daily tasks that contrasted radically with those set to Zoe. The girls shared a small room with two bunk beds, a narrow barred window, a washstand and a few meagre possessions. Each morning while Zoe had to scrub down the stone steps of the courtyard quadrangle then prepare porridge for the monks, Christy went to the living quarters of the six masters and she washed each master in turn. Each had his own private room with a private shower. So by mid-morning Zoe had got herself hot and sweaty while Christy had got to share six hot showers, in exchange for the hardship of washing the masters who she served. Zoe had asked her if they made any demands on her and was told that she was expected to suck each man until he came. The young American girl grinned and said that it wasn't too much of a hardship.

  In the afternoons Zoe was made to work with the rest of the girls cleaning and cooking. The monastery had fifteen girls. Half of these were young Indian girls, each very pretty and the others were from various countries but shared in common the fact that they'd been abducted and sold into slavery. What alarmed Zoe was how obedient they had become. Most had been there for two or three years but even a French girl captured less than a year ago was wholly subservient and made no complaint against her life in the sect. The most recent arrival after Zoe and Christy was another English girl, Mandy, who had been there for a couple of months. Even she seemed practically converted into a docile and obliging creature by the sect's methods of initiation.

  So while Zoe worked under the watchful eye of monks or native guards, Christy remained out of sight, serving the masters carnal needs. She quickly became reticent about divulging what she had to do, but Zoe guessed that the Colonel and the masters had quickly found her weak point and had ruthlessly exploited it.

  Christy had demonstrated a penchant for inflicting pain and the masters used her to punish disobedient girls. On the other hand, Zoe had been used as a model for what any disobedient girls could expect and she often went to bed, her body smarting from a severe whipping.

  As if to signal the favouritism that had been extended to Christy she was given different clothes to wear. Most of the girls were given a standard uniform of a white cotton skirt that barely covered their buttocks and a brightly coloured silk sash that was drawn around their breasts like boob-tubes and left the rest of their chest and stomach exposed. They had no underwear and were made to wear high-heeled shoes that laced with straps up their calves. The attire had been cleverly thought out. The high-heeled shoes were hopeless to walk in except on paved stone, which effectively kept the girls to the monastery. Also, the laces strapped around their calves were so tightly and intricately bound, woven and knotted together it would take ages for the shoes to be removed. The flimsy little cotton skirts were tied with a drawstring that had to be knotted in a bow at the small of the back. Very easy for a monk to quickly undo, should he wish. The colourful sashes that covered the girl's breasts even served another purpose. Any disobedient girl could expect her sash to be removed and used to bind her hands, gag her or blindfold her.

  From the first day that she'd been brought to Shrevra, Zoe knew she had to try to escape and as each day slid past this seemed more and more imperative. Quite simply because she wondered how long it might be before she began to accept her fate and became resigned to her life as an obedient slave girl in this isolated fastness devoted to sadism. From what she could persuade the other girls to divulge it seemed that after a few years of living at Shrevra, once girls had become totally subservient to the demands made of them they were sold on, no doubt at a considerable profit. There was without doubt a ready market around the world for bright and beautiful young girls who had been turned into devoted sex slaves.

  On one day, Zoe and Mandy had been working in the kitchens when one of the monks had complained that his porridge was cold. Mandy had immediately accepted the blame and promptly one of the kitchen workbenches was cleared of everything from its work surface. Zoe watched in horror and fascination as the girl willingly removed her skirt and climbed onto the bench. She lay face down and spread her legs and arms, clutching the edge of the table with her hands. One of the monks removed the sash from her breasts and ordered her to stretch her arms out above her head. She did as she was told and the monk wrapped the sash around her wrists, drawing her hands together. She was then told to spread her legs and with dismay Zoe watched the girl immediately obey.

  Two more of the monks took the lo
ng canes with which Zoe was now all too familiar with and proceeded to give her a thorough thrashing. They were experts at telling how much a slave could take and worked the slender rods across her buttocks, taking it in turn to strike from the left and then the right, until her the soft pillows of flesh were bright pink all over, Mandy groaning and twisting against the hands that held her but keeping her legs obediently open. Abruptly one of the monks stopped the beating long enough to dig his fingers between the punished cheeks and delve into her sex. When he withdrew his hand, his fingers glistened with Mandy's juices.

  The monks smiled and then resumed the beating. This time one of them resumed the assault on her quivering buttocks while the other cracked the cane across her shoulders and back. Mandy's body continued to writhe and her groans escalated into shrieks. But Zoe sympathised with the girl. She was experiencing real pain but was helpless to stop herself from experiencing real pleasure as well.

  'So Mandy, tell me what you feel you have learnt,' the monk demanded when they at last seemed to have decided that she had suffered enough.

  The poor girl held down across the bench sniffed back her tears and when she spoke her voice was choked with the conflicting emotions Zoe knew so well.

  'I have learnt that I can still be a bad girl and I need to be punished.'

  Zoe felt her stomach lurch. These were words that she herself had been made to repeat. One of many mantras the girls were made to recite as part of their training.

  'And what else have you learnt?'

  'That when you punish me I am glad because you help to teach me how bad I am,' Mandy answered.

  'And?'

  'And I wish to thank you with all my body.'

  'Good girl Mandy. Well done. Now you may show your thanks.'

  The monk walked around to the head of the bench.

  Zoe knew these words too; she'd been forced to say them repeatedly after her own beatings and dreaded the day when she would say them with complete sincerity. The monk stood before the girl's face, lifted his cassock and stepped closer to her. Zoe watched as the girl eagerly began to lick and suck his displayed cock, which was already hard and soon began to jerk and twitch as her tongue bathed it adoringly with licks and kisses.

  'Swallow like a good girl, slave.'

  The young girl's lips close around the head of the shaft, the monk gave a contented smile and Zoe watched transfixed as Mandy gulped down his come devotedly.

  'Now Mandy, what do you say?'

  'Thank you. Please let me serve you again whenever you wish.'

  The man patted her affectionately on the head then turned away.

  'Tie her down on the bench and leave her like this for the rest of the day.'

  Zoe shook her head in disbelief then to her alarm she saw the monk had happened just at that moment to glance in her direction.

  'You don't think she should suffer for her wickedness, Zoe?' the monk, about to leave the kitchen, paused, one hand resting on the door handle which he was about to open and walk through.

  'I... I... um...' Zoe stammered.

  'Speak girl!'

  'It's not fair! She's apologised and she's contrite. She should be forgiven! Don't you believe in forgiveness?'

  The man nodded, seeming to digest Zoe's question. She held her breath, waiting for his answer, already a terrible sense of foreboding hanging over her.

  'Then I shall reduce her suffering by a half as a measure of my kindness. She can be released mid-afternoon.'

  'Thank you,' Zoe said.

  'And,' the man pointed an accusing finger at Zoe, 'You can take the remainder of her punishment as your reward for daring to question my judgement!'

  'No!'

  'Take her and tie her down! She obviously needs to be taught a lesson!'

  'No!' Zoe cried as several monks descended upon her and dragged her kicking and screaming across to another workbench.

  'You must learn Zoe that you are here to worship us. You have no other choice but devotion to the brethren. Deviation will only bring you suffering. Do you want to suffer my child?'

  'Go to hell...' Zoe swore, as she was held down on her stomach across a workbench. She twisted and fought like mad, fully aware of what was about to happen, yet strangely eager to experience what the other girl had just been put through. Her skirt was flicked up exposing her buttocks. She twisted and writhed and more hands clasped hold of her legs and arms to keep her still. Her heart was hammering, her body bathed in sweat, adrenaline rushing through her as she struggled against the men. She could smell their sweat as they battled to subdue her and thrashing her head from side to side she glimpsed their eager, lascivious gazes.

  'Such a stubborn girl. Brother Michael, give her a dozen strokes of the cane to calm her down before we give her the rest.'

  'No! This isn't fair! Let me go you bastards!'

  Zoe knew she had no chance to escape and that resistance would only bring more punishment but something was driving her on to rebel. Was it a refusal to submit? Or was it a desire to have more punishment inflicted upon herself? Her mind was full of the memory of the last time she was whipped and how agonisingly sweet the pain had felt. How delicious the feeling of sexual arousal from suffering...

  The hands grasping her ankles and wrists pulled her limbs harder until she was gasping with the discomfort of being held so tightly stretched. She looked up at the determined faces of the men around her. She was panting hard and her breasts ached from being pressed down against the tabletop. The muscles in her arms and legs were drawn so taut the pain needled through her body making her cry out for them to stop, even knowing that they wouldn't, not until they were finished and she'd been properly punished.

  They had her completely at their mercy now; all she could do was shout and beg and they could easily prevent her from doing that too. She had only to start raising her voice in protest and she knew they'd gag her. What with, she wondered? The memory of her head being restrained, cloth or the hard rubber of a ball-gag being insinuated into between her jaws was fresh and vivid. She knew she needed that to complete the feeling of helplessness.

  'Let me go! Damn you! Stop it!'

  It took only a second for them to respond. A hand clasped her tousled hair and drew her head firmly back. An apple was jammed into her mouth. Zoe tried to thrash her head but there was a hand under her chin and her head was held forcibly still. The sash from around her breasts was removed and drawn across her mouth, covering the apple. As she shook her head in objection the sash was knotted at her nape.

  Ropes were looped and bound her wrists and ankles and secured to the wooden legs of the bench.

  'Now Zoe, it's time for you to enjoy the purifying pain of the cane... you will feel so much better when this is over... We know you want to be a good girl and we'll help you. All you need to do to is to nod when you realise how bad you have been and that you want to thank us by giving us your body.'

  The man stepped back as Zoe glared at him then the cane came down with a hiss across her buttocks, making her jerk against the ropes that held her spread-eagled. Again and again the cane snapped down across her legs or back. After a dozen strokes there came the respite of a pause. The monk directing the punishment looked down at her, a cruel smile twisting his face.

  'Feeling contrite, Zoe?'

  Zoe knew this was her chance for the caning to stop. Her body felt awash with pain but now she was deeply, helplessly aroused and she found herself glaring defiantly at him, knowing full well that she was courting more punishment.

  'Very well, since you show no sign of remorse Zoe, the punishment must continue.'

  Again the cane came down against her rump making her jerk against the ropes that held her down. Zoe pulled her arms down against the ropes around her wrists and felt the tightness in her muscles increase. She pressed her hips against the wood and felt the hardness of the bench against her aching sex. Again the bamboo of the cane struck her making her whole body jerk. She shook her head as the pain washed over her.

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bsp; 'So Zoe, you regret your outburst now then? Would you like to say how sorry you are?'

  She looked up at the monk, blinking back more tears, her back and bottom throbbing madly. She was panting hard through the gag and she knew she was very close to having an orgasm. She glared up and shook her head in defiance.

  'Very well...'

  The cane cracked down over the back of her thighs making her whole body quiver. Again it struck her. She dragged her arms down and oblivious to how she must seem, she tried to thrust her arse back and up to meet the next blow. As if in answer to her prayers it was delivered just above where the fronds of her sex protruded between the globes of her buttocks and she felt the cane lick against her tips of her pussy lips like a tongue of fire.

  Closing her eyes and groaning through the gag, Zoe came, her body bucking against the ropes.

  'Enough, Brother Michael. Untie her and take her to the dormitory. I can think of a better way for us to teach her a lesson!'

  Chapter Eleven

  The pirates held Vanessa on board Auda's yacht for four days before sailing back to Rouassa. Both Vanessa and the pirates had imagined Auda would have been searching for them but to her dismay she discovered that Auda had fled the very day that Zoe had been auctioned. Only hours after the auctioned girls had been shipped out, three military helicopters had swept over the slave trader's fortress and pandemonium had broken loose. Leaflets were dropped warning Delgardo to hand over Auda bin Yasel and the British Secret Agent Zoe Farquerson or to face the consequences. Whilst Delgardo was deliberating, Auda fled on foot into the jungle.

  The contingent of British Marines was too small to assault the fortress but Delgardo played the diplomat anyway and told them that Auda had made a run for it already and alas the girl had been sold and was gone, he knew not where.

  So the pirates brought Vanessa to Delgardo and a sum was agreed. They quickly left on Auda's luxury yacht only to cover a few miles before one of the three military helicopters spotted them. By lunchtime the next day the Head of the British Secret Service was brought up to date with the turn of events. The Marines had captured Auda's yacht. Auda had vanished into the jungle. Zoe Farquerson was still missing, whereabouts unknown.