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Jia Li licked her parched
lips. Outside the makeshift shelter
the wind seemed to be dying down.
She and her companions had been trapped by the driving sand for three
days. Their escape so far had
been somewhat mixed in its success.
One of the camels had been hit in the fusillade that the Italians
had sent after them as they fled the
camp. That had made it necessary
to double up on one of the camels and later repack the load so that it was
more evenly distributed. Then
the wind had come up and the driving sand had forced them to take
shelter. Fortunately, they had
been close to a large rock outcropping.
The three women had managed to rig several pieces of tent cloth up
against the rock and get behind it before the wind really picked up
speed.
Unfortunately, there had been no place to
shelter the camels. They had
herded the beasts into the lee of the rock and left them to fend for themselves,
hoping that they would not wander off during the
storm. There was one positive
aspect to the storm. Whatever
pursuit there might have been would certainly be forced to seek shelter as
well, and they tracks of the camels would be completely
obliterated. With any luck they
should be free of all pursuit. But
there was also the fact that if their Italians could not find them then neither
could Larra or Melissa, provided they had managed to
escape.
Lifting the tent flap, Jia Li peeked
outside. The usual spurt of sand
particles did not come in. “I
think we can get ready to leave,” she said to Amy and
Katie. “It looks like the
worst is over.”
Katie Reddel got to her
feet. “It’ll be nice
to be able to get out into the open
again. I’m getting
claustrophobic and I could really use a bath.”
“That might have to wait,” said
Jia Li. “We might still
be a few days from water.” She
began to collect her few possessions preparatory to leaving the shelter.
The third member of the party,
Amy Price emulated her, and Katie soon joined
in.
It did not take them long to get
ready. A half hour later they
had packed up and were ready to leave.
They found the camels approximately where they had left
them. Fortunately, the animals
had had the good sense to stay where Jia Li had put
them. They were as anxious as
the three women to leave, not having been able to graze for three
days. It was a good thing that
the beasts were so well adapted to the desert
environment. It was very unlikely
that horses would have been able to travel under the same
circumstances.
Mounted up they headed toward the destination
that Larra had picked out for them.
Jia Li’s experiences in the wastes of northern
They had started out early in the
morning. Jia Li didn’t feel
it was wise to wait around until night.
The camels needed food and water as soon as possible, and landmarks
would be easier to spot during the day.
However, as the day advanced the desert heat once more became
oppressive. The camels, never
in the best of temper to begin with, became more and more balky and
cantankerous. Jia Li had to exercise
most of her riding skills to keep them in
line. It was with sudden relief,
therefore, when the camels perked up and broke into a brisk
trot. “There’s water
ahead,” Jia Li explained to her
companions.
“How far?’ asked
Katie.
“I’m not
sure. These beasts can sense
water at a distance of miles. The
good thing is we won’t have to beep booting them in the nose to keep
them from biting our legs.”
Amy and Katie
laughed. It appeared that events
were improving. Once they got
water and the camels were allowed to graze for a day then they could try
to head for the rendezvous point they had agreed on if they should ever get
separated. With any luck Larra
and Melissa might be there. If
they were not it most likely meant that they had been captured, but at least
they would have a base from which to stage a rescue
attempt.
An hour later, the tops of palm trees came
into sight and the camels accelerated to a
run. Jia Li rode easily, but
Amy and Katie had to hang on for dear
life. The animals did not stop
until they were standing knee deep in a large pool of
water. Grateful for the end of
the ride, all three women slipped off their
mounts. Katie did not wait to
undress but waded into the pool, shedding garments as she
went. Amy followed as did Jia
Li. Within a few minutes all
three were cavorting naked in the pool, their mission and cares forgotten
n a moment of girlish fun. It
was not to last long.
It was Amy who noticed them
first. In the action of drawing
back her hand to splash water on Jia Li, she froze a look of surprise and
fear on her face. The other two
women followed her gaze.
Instinctively they tried to cover their
bodies. Lined up on the edge
of the pool were several of the roughest looking desert dwellers they had
ever seen.
For a few seconds the two groups surveyed
one another in silence, and then the men began to
chuckle. Their lecherous stares
left little doubt as to what use they might want to make of the three young
women. One of the men, a heavily
bearded individual with a hooked nose and very crooked teeth finally stepped
forward. “Eengleesh?”
he asked.
The women
nodded. South African Amy was
the closest any of them were to actually being English, but they doubted
that any of the men would have heard of the
“Out!” The man who had first spoken
shouted. He pointed to the bank
and his manner was far from friendly.
To emphasize his command he pointed an ancient muzzle loader in their
direction.
“Get ready, girls.” Said
Katie. “I’m not going
to let this lot take me without a
fight.” She waded toward
the men, no longer trying to conceal her considerable
charms.
Amy looked at her
admiringly. Katie was a magnificent
figure of womanhood. Five-foot
eight and one hundred and thirty five pounds, her body was trim and well
muscled after years of training under Larra’s
supervision. Shoulder length
tawny blonde hair, now damp from her immersion in the pool, framed a face
of exquisite beauty. Piercing
blue eyes, a straight nose, and a full sensuous mouth created a vision of
female perfection.
Large firm breasts swayed erotically as she moved drawing the gaze
of every man toward her. Thirty
two years old, her body had the appearance of a woman ten years younger due
to the drinking of the water from the mysterious African spring Larra had
discovered on her first journey to the Lost
World. With any luck the brigands
at the edge of the pool would be so mesmerized by her appearance, that they
would not realize how dangerous she was until it was too
late.
Following Katie was Jia
Li. The Manchu girl’s beauty
matched that of the blonde. More
slender than Katie, Jia Li’s willowy body swayed gracefully as she waded
toward shore. Her silken skin,
the colour of a ripening peach glistened with water
droplets. Raven black hair fell
almost to her waist, and her full breasts tipped by erect, light brown nipples,
quivered as she moved. Piercing
dark eyes under exquisitely arch brows, peered fearlessly at the gawking
outlaws.
Amy always felt self conscious in the presence
of her two gorgeous companions. She
shouldn’t have. Her small,
firm breasts hardly quivered as she moved toward the
bank. Her damp, bright red hair
reflected the sunlight, forming a crimson halo around her perfect oval
face. Willowy and athletic, her
supple body moved with the grace of a
ballerina.
Mudada watched the three women wade toward
him. Three English
women! He could hardly believe
his luck. His latest slaving
expedition had produced only a few really marketable
captives. One or two of the Tuareg
women were definitely worth a few coins, but the rest were fit for no more
than use as common household servants or field
hands.
But these three beauties
were what he had dreamed of capturing all his
life. They would fetch a fabulous
price from the right buyer. Even
more if they were virginal. If
they were not… Well, he had always desired an English
woman. He wondered what it would
be like to slide between the silken thighs of the magnificent blonde who
was wading toward him.
Kate stopped a few feet from the bank, allowing
Jia Li and Amy to catch up with her.
The thirty seconds or so it had taken her to wade close to the shore
had given her a chance to size up the band of thugs assembled on the
bank. They were one of the filthiest
groups of scum she had ever seen; common desert bandits of little or no
intelligence or morals. If she
and her companions could get close enough to them they would get a very nasty
surprise.
Mudada gestured toward the
women. Obviously frightened,
as well they should be, they had halted at the edge of the
pool. At a distance of only a
few feet they were even more beautiful that he had first
thought. He saw now that the
dark haired woman was somewhat different in appearance from the other
two. Possibly she was not English,
but it didn’t matter. She
was certainly one of the most beautiful women he had ever
seen. He began to hope that one
of them wasn’t a virgin. It
would be most interesting to see how she reacted when she was shared around
amongst his men.
Counting on the fact that the leader of the
brigands would not know enough English to follow what she was saying, Katie
issued her orders. “Alright,
I’m going for crooked teeth and the
middle. Jia Li you go left, and
Amy you go right.” She spoke
softly just in case any of the men knew more English than she thought they
did. Then she sprang into
action.
Mudada’s member stirred vigorously as the beautiful blonde
stepped from the pool, her body glistening
wet. Already he was anticipating
forcing those long legs apart and ripping his way into the furry mound that
sheltered her sex. He took one
step toward her and then screamed in agony as the woman’s instep slammed
into his crotch. He doubled over
clutching at his genitals but was straightened up at by a sharp blow to the
head. His head whirled as blackness
closed in on him.
Katie did not wait for the brigand leader
to hit the ground before launching herself into the
man. She was aware of a commotion
behind her as Amy took on the men she had been
assigned. Just beyond her she
could see Jia Li flying like a whirlwind into the four men she had been
allocated. Then she was too busy
concentrating on her own attack to pay much attention to what the other women
were doing.
Two men were in front of
her. They made the mistake of
trying to draw their curved swords rather than simply trying to tackle
her. It was a mistake that cost
them the battle. She drove her
right foot into the midriff of the first man, catching him with his sword
only half drawn. The air left
his lungs with a “woof,” the impact of the blow driving him back
into the man behind him. Katie
gave mental thanks to Larra for her insistence that she and Amy learn
karate. Jia Li had her own training
in kung fu and was even more proficient a fighter that either Katie or
Amy.
Katie used the opening provided by her dispatch
of her second opponent to move past him and take on the third before he had
a chance to swing his sword. This
time she used her fists, smashing her right hand into the brigand’s
nose. It flattened with a satisfying
crunch. With a flurry of blows
she finished him off and then hammered the man she had winded into the
ground. For a few seconds she
was without an opponent. It gave
her time to check out the progress of her two companions.
To her right, Amy was finishing off her third
opponent. Two others lay huddled
ion the ground groaning and clasping their hands over their private
parts. She turned to see Jia
Li drop her fourth adversary, and then move against the
fifth. She saw to her alarm that
this last man had managed to draw his sword and was bringing the gleaming
blade down on her head. But the
blade never reached its intended target.
In an amazing display of confidence and skill, the Manchu adventurer
caught the descending blade between her palms and then drove her feet into
her stunned attacker, hurling him onto his back barely
conscious. It took only seconds
to finish him off.
Her chest heaving, Katie swept her eyes for
enemies, but there were none. The
unconscious and semiconscious bodies of eleven men lay scattered on the edge
of the pond. “Let’s
get this scum trussed up,” she said.
“What are we going to do with them?”
asked Amy as she pulled the arms of one the bandits behind
him.
“I’d like to dump them in the
pool,” replied Katie, “but we have no right to pollute the
water.”
The other two women
laughed. In short order they
had immobilized all of the brigands.
“I think we just leave them here,” said Jia
Li. “We’ll just make
sure that they don’t have any
transport. Their camels and gear
are probably on the other side of the
oasis. They must have come from
somewhere.”
“I’ll take a look,” said
Amy. “There might be one
or two more of these thugs hanging about.
“You’re right,” said Jia
Li. “I’ll go with
you.”
“Right,” said
Katie. “I’ll stay here
and make sure that none of these clowns get any
ideas.”
As they had been speaking the women had been
pulling on their clothing and were now fully
dressed. Together, Amy and Jia
Li set off for the other side of the oasis.
Jafari moved back into the vegetation along the trail
that led around the pool. He
had been quite irked when the rest of the slavers had gone off without him
to the other side of the oasis. The
report of three incredibly beautiful women cavorting in the water had aroused
his curiosity. Now he was glad
he had not gone. He could hardly
believe that three women had so easily defeated eleven armed
men. But there was no denying
the evidence. He fumbled in his
robe for his knife and crouched lower as the women
approached.
The red headed woman was in the
lead. Holding his breath, he
let her pass. Then as the dark
haired woman passed, he stepped silently onto the
trail. He struck quickly, bringing
the haft of his knife down at the base of her
skull. He didn’t wait for
her to fall, but stepped quickly past her and struck
again. He caught the redhead
just as she turned her head, striking her in the right
temple. Her legs buckled and
he caught her as she fell, lowering her to the
ground. He wasted no
time. One of the women was wearing
a green sash. Removing it, he
tore it into strips and then bound first the redhead and then the brunette,
lashing their arms tightly behind their
backs. Then he removed their
belts and secured their legs. He
finished off by fashioning a crude gag from the scarf each woman had tied
about her neck. Then he headed
off toward the last remaining woman.
He moved
silently. His many years as a
sneak thief in
Luck was with
him. She stood facing in the
direction the other two women had gone and the sand cushioned the sound of
his feet. He raised the knife
to strike again. The weapon was
well designed to serve as a bludgeon, its hilt ending in a large silver
knob. He hammered it into the
back of her head. The blonde
gave a little cry and then crumpled into a
heap.
Mudada seethed with
rage. He was angry enough to
ravage a camel, but he had a better way to vent his
anger. The three English daughters
of whores must be taught a lesson.
He had been shamed in front of his
men. He could not let such an
insult go unpunished. He moved
over to where the blonde lay tied on the
ground. She was awake now, as
were the other two. Her blue
eyes glared up at him. His lips
twisted in fury. He would wipe
that look off her face.
“Strip her,” he ordered.
Several men lay hold of
Katie. They held her as they
removed the strips of cloth that bound her wrists and the belt that secured
her legs, but they were unprepared for the frenzied attempt to escape that
she made as soon as the last of the bonds was
removed. Wrenching her body
violently, she almost succeeded in breaking
free. It took all the strength
of the four men that held her to keep her from
escaping.
Mudada and the remaining men watched her
struggle. It was most entertaining
watching that splendid body heave as the men holding her striped off her
clothes.
Katie fought
desperately. Fear amplified her
strength as she strained against the hands that held
her. She knew that she once again
faced rape and possible torture, and the prospect of such an ordeal terrified
her. Her situation was hopeless,
but she could not just give up without a
fight. She battled until she
was too exhaused to struggle any longer, and then
too weak to resist she let her captors do what they wanted with
her.
Covered with sweat, and panting like a dog,
she was carried over between two palms.
There her captors stood her upright, and stretching her arms wide,
bound each of her wrists to one of the
palms. She almost wept with fear
and frustration, knowing that she was about to be tortured, and helpless
to do anything about it. Trembling,
she awaited her fate.
“Now the next one,” Mudada said,
pointing to Amy.
Four different men lay hold of the frightened
redhead. Her green eyes widened
in terror as she was unbound and her captors began to remove her
clothing. Like Katie, she exploded
in a frantic effort to avoid the fate of her blonde companion, and like Katie,
her fear gave her added strength.
Twisting and turning, she fought with everything she had in an effort
to break free.
Mudada smiled at the spectacle, his lips parting
over his crooked teeth. These
white women were most entertaining. He was used to captives that were so
terrified that they gave up with hardly a
struggle. He could hardly wait
for the time when he would settle himself between their legs and treat them
like the whores they were.
His men now had the redhead between the next palms he had
chosen. Her wrists were lashed
in place. He had chosen the trees
carefully, so that the redhead was facing across from the blonde when his
men finished tying her. He wanted
each of the women to be able to witness the suffering of the
other. Now it was the raven-haired
whore’s turn.
Jia Li did not struggle as the brigands held
her down and stripped her. She
knew they were expecting that. She
wanted to save herself for the final moment when her last shred of clothing
would be removed and her captors would begin to bind
her. Then she would
act.
Mudada’s eyes widened as the oriental
adventurer’s clothes were removed.
She truly was something special.
Her golden skin was flawless.
He now realized that there was something different about
her. Those high cheekbones and
dark almond eyes were not those of an
occidental. But he had nothing
to compare her to. It was unfortunate
that she was not a virgin. She
would have fetched an incredible price from his usual
buyers.
Tarik, his right hand man, and the member
of his little band that was the most experienced slaver had already checked
out the three women as they lay bound and
helpless. He had determined that
none of them were virgins, although no man would complain about the tightness
of their dens of pleasure. That
was disappointing, but in a way he was not too
displeased. It would mean that
he and his men could enjoy them to the
fullest.
His men had the sloe-eyed beauty stripped
and were dragging her toward the palms for
binding. Strangely, she was offering
almost no resistance. Mudada
frowned; he had been looking forward to watching her incredible body writhe
as she sought to break away. Could
it be that her spirit was broken already?
Jia Li readied
herself. She hoped that her lack
of resistance had lulled her captors into
complacency. She could sense
that the grip of their hands on her arms had
slackened. It was
time. Concentrating her strength,
she suddenly twisted her body, wrenching free of the men that held
her. It gave her just enough
space. Even as she tore away
from their grasp, she struck at the man closest to her, smashing him under
the chin with her palm. The blow
snapped the man’s head back with such force that it broke off two of
his teeth and set him tumbling away from
her.
Whirling, she drove her knee into the groin
of the next brigand, and then without stopping struck with a knife hand to
the neck of the thug next to him.
She was now free, the nearest brigand being several feet
away. But she was still surrounded,
and there were still nine opponents left.
She did not
hesitate. Already some of the
men were reaching for their rifles and
swords. She drove straight at
the man closest to her, catching him with a flying front kick that struck
him in the sternum. There was
a satisfying crack as the cartilage gave way, and then she dropped to the
ground, rebounded and launched herself at the next closest
foe.
For a few seconds, Mudada was stunned by the
quickness of the attack. By good
fortune the whirling dervish that had loosed itself on his men had not come
his way. It gave him time to
react. While he had waited for
the three women to be bound, Jafari had brought him his
whip. He was more than proficient
in its use. He could pick out
the eye of a desert mouse at six paces.
He flicked his wrist, sending the long lash snaking across the space
that separated him from the incredible woman that was singled handedly destroying
his band of slavers.
Five down and six to
go. Jia Li did not actually think
these words, but she was keeping track of the men she had
defeated. Her opponents were
becoming more spread out as she attacked
them. It was two long strides
to the next man, who was backing away from her as fast as he could, while
at the same time menacing her with his
sword. Suddenly there was a sharp
cracking sound and something tightened around her
neck. The attack was so unexpected
that her breath was cut off before she even knew what had
happened. Her fingers flew to
her throat as she fought to suck air into her
lungs. Then she was jerked off
her feet.
As she sprawled on her back she knew what
had happened. Someone had snapped
the end of a whip about her neck.
She knew she had only seconds to recover before the rest of the brigands
would be upon her. Desperately
she clawed at the tight coils of the lash, but whoever had used the whip
was an expert. The tension never
eased up as she struggled frantically to get her fingers under
it. And then a half dozen men
piled onto her.
Mudada had to scream at his men to keep them
from beating the struggling woman to
death. Even so, they got in several
kicks and punches before he managed to get them to simply hold her so that
she could be dragged over to the palms with the other two
women. By the time he had them
under control, she was close to unconscious from lack of
air. He unwound the whip from
about her slender neck and ordered her
bound. This time she offered
no resistance. But her brief
attempt at freedom was something he would
remember. When her turn came
he would dole out a little extra punishment.
The three helpless women faced one
another. Each was tied between
two palm trees so that her arms were stretched
wide. Barely conscious Jia Li
was held up by the ropes that bound her.
Her honey coloured skin was mottled with bruises, but Mudada was
determined that when he was finished she would show a bit more damage than
that. He decided to start with
the blonde. It would be entertaining
to watch those large and splendid breasts bounce as he beat
her.
He moved behind and to one side of the
golden-haired adventurer. This
way he would have the greatest freedom to swing the whip and could best pick
his target. Additionally, he
could watch the writhing of his victim as he flogged
her. He did not intend to maim
her, just cause her maximum pain.
She was far too valuable to damage, but he knew exactly where to place
the lash. He almost drooled at
the sight of her. The woman’s
profile was magnificent. Her
perfect breasts trembled slightly above her narrow waist as she twisted her
body to keep him in sight. He
flexed the whip and then drew back his arm.
Katie readied herself for the
ordeal. It took all of her self
control to keep herself from screaming before the flogging even
began. The swish of the whip
arcing through the air was frightening, as was the crack as it struck her
back. Surprisingly, it did not
hurt as much as she thought it would, but it still stuck her with enough
force to almost drive the breath from her
body. The brigand chief had aimed
right at the middle of her back and the blow jerked her forward, causing
her to arch her back against the pain.
Across from her Amy winced as if she had been
struck. Her redheaded companion
was in a perfect position to witness her
ordeal.
Crack! The
lash struck again, this time cutting across her perfect
backside. The whip stung more
than it hurt. Katie realized
that her torturer was playing with her.
Why exactly she did not know.
She had been flogged before and the ordeal had been unbelievably
painful. She remembered Larra
telling her about the time she had been flogged when captured by the
Japanese. On that occasion her
torturers had been careful to cause her maximum pain with minimum
damage. The intention had been
to make sure that her perfect body was not permanently scarred but at the
same time leave her screaming in agony.
Larra had recounted that both goals had been
achieved. Katie realized that
the same thing was being done to her.
Crack!
Her thoughts were
interrupted as the whip struck her for the third time, curling around her
ribcage and leaving a nasty welt across her right
breast. The brigand chief's handling
of the lash was masterful. What
he was doing hurt like the blazes, but was not lastingly marring her
body. She understood then, for
the first time, that the bandit chief had something more in mind for her
and probably her companions. Her
gut wrenched in fear as she thought of what that might be.
Crack! The
forth blow crisscrossed the first, bringing added pain to the stinging weals
that marked her body. Katie stiffened
as she fought against screaming.
She knew that each added blow would cause increased
pain. This form of torture was
not immediately excruciating, but gradually built up into a crescendo of
agony. She would have to use
all her inner strength to resist it.
Provided she could resist it.
She
couldn’t. She lasted until
the twenty fourth blow. At that
point she broke. A hoarse sob
burst from her lips, and she twisted her body in anguish, in a futile attempt
to avoid the pain of the lash. At
the twenty seventh blow she screamed.
“Stop!”
she
shrieked.
“Please
stop!” It was the
reaction that Mudada had been waiting
for. He flogged her another three
times, enjoying the pitiful shrieks of the woman he had
broken. Then he switched his
target, changing position so that he could next flog the
redhead. First though, he called
for water. Although he had not
put all of his muscle into the whipping, he was sweating profusely and needed
a bit of a rest. He drank deeply
and waited until his heavy breathing had
subsided. Then he hefted the
whip once more.
Amy squirmed as the bandit chief moved behind
her. She had watched horrified
as Katie was broken, and had wept with her when she cried for
mercy. Now it was her turn and
she readied herself for the ordeal, hoping that she would prove as strong
as her friend. She almost screamed
at the first blow. The whip curled
across her back, around her rib cage and raised a vicious welt across her
right nipple. It was excruciatingly
painful. But she managed to hold
back her shriek of agony, even though the pain showed plainly on her agonized
features. The next blow was not
as bad, striking hard against her
derriere. It was painful but
bearable. She weathered the third
blow as well, and the fourth. But
each additional touch of the lash increased the pain, until finally she could
resist no longer. Like her friend
she screamed for mercy. It was
only the nineteenth lash.
As with the blonde, Mudada ignored the
redhead’s pleas, giving her another half dozen strokes before throwing
down the whip. He was completely
exhausted, but he had accomplished part of his
mission. Two of the women were
sobbing brokenly. Now there remained
only the almond eyed bitch that had given so much
trouble. However, he was too
exhausted to carry on. He ordered
Jafari to pick up the whip. The
boy was good, almost as good as he was.
“Take care of the slant eyed whore,” he said, “but
take care not to damage that perfect
skin. I want her to still be
of value after she has been punished.”
The screams of her two friends had shocked
Jia Li into some semblance of recovery.
This was in fact a tribute to her tremendous strength and
stamina. She gave Mudada
a look of pure hatred as he sat watching
her. Then her attention was taken
up with Jafari as the first stroke of the lash cut across her
shoulders.
Mudada was duly impressed by the dark-haired
woman’s fortitude. Despite
have been beaten badly even before her flogging began, she endured the longest,
not crying out until the thirtieth blow of the
whip. But it was a most satisfying
outcome to watch her finally break and scream just as the other two captives
had. He was, however, a little
less merciful with her. He had
Jafari give her another ten lashes allowing him to flog her until he actually
drew blood. Only then did he
ordered his henchman to stop. He
did not want his prize too badly damaged.
All three of his captives were hanging from
the ropes that bound their wrists, barely able to
stand. He ordered them cut down,
confident that this time at least, they would not launch an attack against
him or his men. At their bounds
were cut the three women slumped to the ground, but Mudada was having none
of that. Using his whip, he forced
them to their feet and drove them toward the pond and into the
water. “Clean the bodies,”
he ordered in his very bad English, and then stood by to make sure that none
of them drowned.
After the brutality of the flogging the cool water felt like balm on their
injuries. Immersing themselves
up to their necks the three women helped to wash the dirt, sweat, and blood
from one another’s bodies, taking care not to aggravate the numerous
welts that crisscrossed their bodies.
They took their time and would have spent much longer in the pool
had the brigand chief not ordered them
out. Stiffly they staggered from
the water. They were far too
spent to offer any resistance. But
they were not allowed to rest.
Instead they were forced at sword point to walk along the edge of
the pond until they had reached the far
side. There they found the
brigands’ camp and got another
shock. Huddled on the ground
in the centre of the camp were eight other captives, chained together by
the neck. It was only then that
the three white women realized what they should have suspected all
along. They were prisoners of
slavers. As they were forced
to their knees and chained by the neck to the rest of the captives the hearts
of the three women sank even further.
They could expect no mercy from these
men. In fact it was very obvious
that their ordeal was only just beginning.
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