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Katie got stiffly to her
feet. It was feeding
time. She and her companions
had been prisoners of the slave traders for the last three
days. During that time, except
for mocking and lecherous stares they had been left
alone. Well, not alone
exactly. Unmolested would be
a better word. How long that
would last she didn’t know.
Ahmed set a bucket of swill in the middle
of the group of captives.
“Shokran,” Katie said.
The word for ‘thank you’ was one the few she
knew. Ahmed smiled shyly back
at her. The young slave boy was
not used to polite treatment as the scars on his back
attested. Katie reckoned there
was no harm in a little civility.
Speaking of which, it was time to establish some rules with the other
captives.
There were eight others in
all. Three were powerfully built
young black African men. Five
were women – two young black girls about ten years old and three young
Tuareg women, ranging in age from about nine or
ten to fourteen. All of the females
seemed absolutely terrified, and spent most of their time huddled in
misery. Katie could guess their
fate. Depending on their physical
beauty they would be sold off to various
buyers. The plainer girls would
probably end up as servants or even
prostitutes. Those who were more
attractive might have the honour of becoming a wealthy man’s mistress
or even part of the harem of a higher ranking
Muslim.
The problem was that the rations were rather
short. Insubstantial as they
were, the only food they were given was a bucket of boiled
millet. The bigger and stronger
male captives made a point of excluding the others from the meal until they
were completely satisfied. That
left very little of the meager rations left for the
women. Katie and her two companions
had decided that it was time for this state of affairs to
end. It had taken the three friends
three days to recover from the flogging they had
received. If recover was the
word. Katie was so stiff that
she could hardly move. Amy and
Jia Li were in similar condition, although surprisingly the Manchu woman
moved more easily than either of the other two, despite having received more
lashes that either of them.
Katie hoped that the fact she was a white
woman might be enough to get her way.
She did not want a violent confrontation with the three African
men. Flanked by her companions,
she rose just as the three men moved in as usual to claim the lion’s
share of the food. Stepping forward,
she interposed herself between the three men and the steaming bucket of cooked
millet. Jia Li and Amy stepped
with her. Their intentions could
not have been more clear. At
first the boldness of their act seemed to leave the three African men nonplussed,
but then their faces darkened. The
tallest of the trio, a man standing well over six feet and powerfully muscled,
stepped toward, or rather he attempted
to. Katie footswept him just
as he was placing his weight forward.
With a startled shout, the man pitched forward,
falling so heavily that he knocked the breath from his
body. As he lay there gasping,
Katie seized his right wrist and twisting expertly forced his arm behind
his back. The other two men,
stunned by the rapid turn of events backed away as Jia Li and Amy moved toward
them. One of them made a motion
that Amy had seen used by African field workers on her father’s South
African farm. It was used to
ward off the Devil. She forced
herself not to smile. She knew
that from now on the three men would be too frightened to give them any
trouble.
Katie motioned to the five young women, allowing
them to eat first. Then, to the
surprise of the three African males she motioned that they should eat
second. The men seemed to have
learned their lesson. They left
more than enough for Katie and her
companions. Katie gave what was
left over to the men.
There were no more disputes over the food,
but on the fourth day after their flogging, Mudada had all of the captives
chained together. Each of the
prisoners was left with his or her hands free, but iron collars were placed
abut each of their necks and connected by chains to the person next to
them. Katie, Amy, and Jia Li
were scattered along the column.
The intent seemed to be to separate
them. It really didn’t matter
in any case, as any attempt to speak was silenced by a blow of Mudada’s
whip. For the purposes of travel,
each woman had been given a burnoose to cover her
body. Apparently Mudada did not
want any of them to suffer severe sunburn or heat stroke while on the
move.
They marched east.
To the eleven slaves it
was immaterial what direction they went.
The only concern of the three adventurers was whether or not one direction
might offer more opportunity for escape than another; and only time would
reveal that.
The first day’s march was grueling in
the extreme. Although Mudada
seemed interested in making sure that none of his prizes died while on the
march, and allowed them plenty of water, all of his captives were on foot
and he and his men rode horses or camels.
The slaves were forced to keep up, and any one of them that lagged
behind received a blow of the whip or was jerked forward by one of the other
captives by the chain that connected
them. As a result, all of the
prisoners were exhausted and footsore at the end of the
day. As soon as the procession
halted for the day, they all slumped to the ground, but for one of them there
was to be no rest that night.
Katie felt a cold lump in her stomach as she
was cut out of the line. The
iron collar around her throat was removed, but her hands were bound behind
her back and her ankles were hobbled.
There wasn’t much she could do about
it. Six men had come to get
her. Five trained their rifles
on Amy and Jia Li while the other bound
her. The slavers had found that
the best way to get any of them to cooperate was to threaten their
companions. With a last look
at her companions she was taken to Mudada’s
tent. It was the largest in the
camp. Inside the slaver was waiting
for her, seated on a heap of cushions.
She was escorted to the villainous brigand and then they were left
alone.
Mudada gloated over the woman he was about
to rape. “Special treat
for you,” he jeered in his fragmented
English. “You get to be
Mudada’s pony. Ride you
all night long.”
Katie turned her head away from the
villain. His breath stank and
Katie had never seen any of the slavers take a bath or even
wash. She shuddered to be at
the mercy of such a revolting thug.
“You proud?” asked
Mudada. “Too proud for simple
bandit? I change that - make
you whore.” His hands were
now fondling Katie’s splendid body through her
clothes. The simple burnoose
that covered her body had been designed for easy
removal. Rather than the usual
one piece garment that most desert dwellers wore, her robe had laces on the
sleeves so that she could be undressed without untying
her.
Mudada tugged on the laces
and then forcing Katie to her knees, pulled the
loosened garment over her head.
“So much beauty,” drooled the
slaver. “These like ripe
melons.” He closed his hands
on her breasts, centering the taut nipples in his palms.
Katie breathed slowly and
evenly. She must not
panic. There was always a chance
of escape if she just kept her head.
She strained her arms, testing her
bonds. The ropes holding her
wrists had been well tied, almost cutting off the
circulation. In time she could
probably get loose, but she doubted that the vile slaver would give her much
time. She suppressed a cry as
his hands descended to her loins and a large finger was thrust between the
lips of her vulva.
“You be like virgin,” Mudada said,
with obvious glee. “Going
to enjoy riding you.” He
dragged her to the pile of cushions, and then pushing her down so that she
was on her back, he began to remove his
clothing.
Katie kept her cool even as the smell of the
brigand’s unwashed body filled the tent, but her skin crawled at the
thought of being touched by him.
Her revulsion increased as he open his robe and dropped it to the
rug floor of the tent. He was
far from a pretty sight, being somewhat heavy of
girth. Folds of fat jiggled about
his stomach and chest. His male
organ, however, was impressive and it was fully
erect. She tried not to look
at it. Facing the ultimate
humiliation and violation, her breathing increased slightly even as she fought
to stay calm. Inside her heart
hammered against her ribcage. She
was sure that every beat sounded like a drum.
Mudada reached down and seized the helpless
blonde by her hair. He yanked
her to her knees, causing a gasp of pain and pulled her face toward his swelling
manhood. “You suck,”
he commanded. “No bite or
I take out teeth.”
Katie’s face twisted in pain as Mudada
held her by the hair and directed her mouth toward his engorged
penis. The smell of his sex organ
was strong in her nostrils and she had to fight back the urge to
gag.
She clenched her teeth,
refusing to submit to his demand.
“Aahh!” Mudada released her hair with one hand and slapped
her face. The force of the blow
jerked her head sideways. He
slapped her again and then again, each blow bringing tears to her
eyes. By the third blow she was
literally seeing stars.
“Uunggh!
Mmmpph!” Katie
protested as the brigand drove his heavy organ past her
lips. The powerful slaps to her
face had left her too disoriented to
resist. Holding her head with
both hands, Mudada forced her to fellate him, driving again and again into
her warm mouth, until he had thoroughly lubricated himself with her
saliva. All the while she tried
to pull away, but she was forced to perform the disgusting task even as he
drove to the very back of her throat, almost suffocating
her. When he finally released
her, she gasped like a fish as he pushed her onto her
back.
“No!” Katie shouted as Mudada moved between her powerful
thighs. Twisting her body, she
tried to close her legs, but the bandit was already between
them. She could do no more that
clamp her legs about his thighs in a vain effort to keep him from taking
her.
Mudada laughed in
delight. The Englishwoman was
so full of fight. He had never
seen women so strong or defiant. He
was used to females who screamed and pleaded, but usually gave up without
a struggle. This golden haired
lioness was something else again.
What would the other two would be
like? He could hardly wait to
find out. In the meantime, he
was enjoying this one immensely. He
could not remember when he had ever had an erection this
hard.
He let her struggle for
awhile. She was wonderful to
watch as she fought to escape, her golden blonde hair flying in all directions
and her large breasts bouncing
erotically. Sweat covered her
body giving it a fine sheen in the dim light of the oil
lamp. Finally he could contain
himself no longer, and gripping her hips he thrust into
her.
Katie
screamed. Not so much in pain,
but because of the horror and humiliation of being
violated. She had done everything
she could to try and stop her assailant and it had been for
nothing. He was forcing his way
into her, parting her vulva and penetrating her
fully. Then he pounded into her
writhing body as she fought desperately to get him out of
her. After awhile she stopped,
and lay quietly, breathing heavily, her eyes
closed.
She had lost, and
she realized that her struggles were simply making her violation all the
more enjoyable. Unresisting,
she let him rape her.
With a grunt, Mudada finished her
off. Up until the end, the blonde
Englishwoman had been very special, but he had broken
her. Now she lay still, denying
him any more pleasure. He grinned
his crooked toothed smile. It
would be interesting to see how she reacted when he turned her over to his
men. Getting to his feet, he
went to the door of the tent and called to
Jafari. “She is ready for
you. I think you will find her
most entertaining.”
Larra picked up the red silk
sash. “This was
Katies’s,” she said to
Melissa. “I don’t like
this.”
“About a dozen men,” said
Al-Majiid. “They were here
no more than a four days ago. It
appears that your friends may have run into them.”
“Who would they be?” asked
Larra. She was deeply concerned
that her friends might have encountered unexpected
danger.
Al-Majiid
frowned. “It is not good
news. From the looks of the camp
and the tracks it appears they may have encountered
slavers.”
“Slavers?” echoed
Melissa. She had picked up just
enough of the Bedu language to be
dangerous.
Larra just looked at
her. They both knew what was
the likely fate of women who fell into the hands of slave
traders. They could only hope
that their friends might be considered valuable enough that they would not
be molested.
Al Majiid pointed the
ground. “Look at these scuff
marks and the bloodstains. It
appears that there was quite a battle.
But it is difficult to determine who was hurt and who won or
lost.” He began to follow
a set of prints around the oasis.
He paused by a grove of trees.
“It appears that someone was tied to
the palms. There are the footprints
of three women. I feared they
may have been beaten.”
Larra swore under her
breath. She would find the bastard
that had captured and tortured her friends and make him pay for what he had
done.
“Son-of-a-bitch,” muttered
Melissa. “I’ll have
their balls if I catch up with them.”
“Not very ladylike in her expression,”
thought Larra, “but those are my sentiments
exactly.”
By now they had moved to the far side of the
oasis. Al Majiid knelt and studied
the ground. “Here they were
chained to another group of captives.
Then they were led away in that
direction.” He pointed to
the southeast. “It is a
good sign. It shows that they
were still able to walk. They
could not have been treated too badly.”
Lara knew that the sheik was just trying to
put the best face of the situation.
There was little doubt that if the three beautiful women had been
captured by a group of slave traders they could not expect good
treatment. Their only protection
would be the fact that they would be too valuable as merchandise to
harm. But exactly how much protection
that would offer was questionable.
Larra shivered as she though of the ordeals she had undergone when
captured. She could only hope,
but perhaps if the women were very lucky they might be spared the sort of
treatment dealt out to female captives until she and Melissa caught up with
them.
Melissa seemed to read her
mind. “Don’t worry
Larra,” the tall brownette said as she placed her arm around Larra’s
waist. “They’re probably
alright. They are pretty tough,
cookies.” Larra gave a forced
smile. She certainly hoped her
younger companion was right.
Katie was almost sick with
fear. She had foolishly hoped
that her sexual degradation at the hands of the slavers was over, at least
for one night. But she now saw
that it was just starting. Her
wrists still bound behind her, she had been led from Mudada’s tent by
Jafari. Waiting for her was every
man in the camp with the exception of the two men who were guarding the
captives. Ten men in
all. And every once of them fixed
her with a look of undisguised lust.
She felt sick as she realized what was to come.
The men swarmed around her, lifting her bodily
and carrying her to a blanket near the
fire. Dumping her on the ground,
they pinned her down while they untied
her. This action confused her
and gave her hope for a second, until she realized that her chances of escaping
from the clutches of ten men were remote
indeed. What they wanted was
for her to struggle in order to add to their sadistic
enjoyment. Gritting her teeth
in determination, Katie decided to deny them that
pleasure. She might be forced
to let them use her, but she did not have to provide them with any extra
entertainment. They could do
what they wanted with her. She
could not stop them, but she would not fight or scream.
That resolution lasted only a few
seconds. As her legs were wrenched
apart and the first of the slavers moved between her powerful thighs she
lost all composure. She let out
a shriek of rage and fear.
“No!
Nooo!” Arching
her body she kicked and fought with all her might, lunging desperately against
the hands that held her. Her
captors let the golden haired goddess thrash desperately as she battled to
avoid further violation, and then Jafari, who was the man between her legs,
gripped her flexing buttocks and lunged into
her.
Katie screamed again as he penetrated
her. It was not so much from
the pain, but from the horror of having a dozen hands on her
body. She was pinched and groped
everywhere they could reach. As
Jafari began to ram in and out of her two men began to suck on each of her
breasts, while a third grabbed her hair and pulled her head back preparatory
to taking her in the mouth. Another
inserted a finger into her anus thrusting it in up to the second
knuckle. She managed one more
scream before she was forcibly arched back and her mouth was
entered.
Across the other side of the camp, Jia Li
glanced at Amy. There was nothing
to be said. Katie’s screams
told it all. Her dark eyes filled
with tears and she bowed her head.
She had never felt so helpless.
Listening to the sounds of her friend being raped was one of the most
horrible experiences of her life.
The sound of a sniffle caused her to look in the direction of the
young Tuareg
teenager. The girl was weeping
in terror, no doubt fearing from Katie’s example what was about to happen
to her. The girl was only a
chain’s length away. Reaching
out, she took the girl’s hand.
Speaking not a word of her language, she could say nothing to comfort
her, but the touch of her hand seemed to
help. The girl
quieted. Jia Li stifled a
sigh. There was at least something
she could do.
Exhausted, Katie lay quietly as each man took
his turn. Somehow one of the
slavers had gotten beneath her.
With some effort he had managed to ram his way into her anus and was
thrusting into her with obvious grunts of
enjoyment. Another was taking
her in the vagina. She had lost
track of how many men had already been
there. Was it seven or was it
eight? And did it
matter? She gagged as the man
in her mouth ejaculated. As he
pulled out his dripping phallus she screamed as the man beneath her jammed
deep within her. Then another
man took the place of the man in her
mouth. She managed one more scream
as her breasts were viciously twisted by the men on either side of her, and
then the routine of the triple rape
continued.
It went on most of the
night. She probably serviced
the band of slavers at least three times
each. She wasn’t
sure. Everything became a blur
after awhile. As dawn tinted
the sky, she was led back to the other
captives. She had been allowed
to put her robe back on, but staggered as she
walked. Droplets of blood from
her ravaged vagina traced a trail in the dry sand as she stumbled back into
her place in line. She did not
look at Jia Li or Amy. That would
have been too much. Slumping
to the ground, she waited while she was chained in place once
again. Too beaten to care what
was happening she lapsed into a coma-like sleep while the camp stirred around
her, not waking until the touch of Mudada’s whip jolted her back to
life.
“Get up
Eenglish bitch,” the slaver taunted, prodding
her with the whip handle.
“You sleep long enough.”
With a barely audible whimper, Katie dragged
herself to her feet. She had
never felt so completely defeated.
Almost crying with pain, she took her place in the
line. At a shout from
Mudada the captives moved
off.
The slaver chieftain watched the blonde stagger forward. Her progess was most satisfactory. She was a beautiful woman, but possessed of too much spirit. If he was to get a decent price for her he needed to break that spirit. Obedient slaves always sold better. In a day or so he would test her again. In the meantime he would take one of the others. He licked his lips. The black-haired one or the redhead? He would think about it. Either way, tonight was going to be most pleasant.
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