The Adventures of Autumn

The Adventures of Autumn

Episode 3. The Return of Darkstorm

L’Espion with Melissa Gallant

Chapter 5 Harem

Jenna Karlsen looked up at the blonde police officer standing in the doorway of her apartment. “Oh,” she murmured. “It’s you.”

“I just thought I’d look in on you,” Alicia replied. “See how you are doing and all.”

Jenna opened the door wider. “I’m sorry,” she said. “Please come in. I suppose I should thank you. It’s just that…”

“I know,” Alicia said quietly. “The same thing happened to me.”

“It wasn’t so much being raped,” Jenna said as she sat down on the single couch in the room. “It was the humiliation of being so easily taken. I thought I was going to make such a difference and simply ended up being entertainment for a bunch of filthy low-lifes.” She paused and then got up. “I’m sorry,” she apologized again. “I’m forgetting my manners. Would you like some coffee?”

“I’d like to stay,” Alicia said, “but I have to go. I think something has happened to Autumn and I have to help her. I was just on my way to the docks.”

“I saw the whole thing on TV,” Jenna said. She picked up her coat. “I’m coming with you. It’s the least I can do.”

“But you’re still recovering from your ordeal,” Alicia protested.

“What about your ordeal?” Jenna countered. “I’ll bet you are just as sore as I am.”

“I… I’m…” Alicia had been about to say “I am used to it,” but suddenly realized that would not sound right. Instead she said, “I’m a police officer. I’m trained to handle situations like that.”

“What – like getting gang raped? Show me where it has that in the police training manual. I’m coming and you’re not talking me out of it.”

Alicia studied the girl. She could have just walked away from her. There was no way that Jenna could have forced her to cooperate, but something pinged in her mind. Perhaps the girl deserved another chance even if going up against Darkstorm was about the most dangerous thing she could possible think of. “Alright,” she said finally. “But you understand the risk.”

Jenna nodded. “I doubt that Darkstorm will fuck me more than the twenty or so times I was gangbanged by Vic Barone and his gang.”

Alicia wanted to counter “Don’t bet on that,” but kept silent. They were going into enough danger as it was. There was no point in terrifying the girl before they even started out. “Let’s go,” she said.

“There it is,” said Alicia unnecessarily. The gigantic sphere loomed over the docks, completely dominating the area. Between it and the rest of the city was a heavy cordon of police and the military.

“Shit, how are we going to get around that?” Jenna asked.

Alicia thought for a second. “Well, I am a police officer. I might be able to bluff my way through. But I don’t know about you.”

At that moment fate intervened on the side of the two heroines. “That another one of the whores Darkstorm demanded?”

Alicia looked up to see a man in military attire standing in front of her.

“Whores?” she asked, complete surprise in her voice.

“Yeah, whores. You know the ones Darkstorm demanded.”

Realization dawned on both women. “Oh yes, Alicia prattled. The whores. Yes this is one of them. The captain told me to bring her here.”

“Alright. Take her over there with the rest of them.” The soldier pointed to a group of women who were being guarded by soldiers and police.

Alicia thought quickly. “Right,” she answered. The group of women stood about thirty feet away. Disguising Jenna as a woman of the night might work to get her inside the sphere, but would leave her on the outside. She had to find a way to become a member of the group.

“Uh, excuse me,” she said to the soldier. “But the girl here has to – well you know. It wouldn’t do to have her pee her pants before Darkstorm sees her.”

“There’s a portable toilet over there,” the soldier answered. “But hurry up. The others are ready.”

Alicia “escorted” Jenna over to the portable toilet. There was enough room inside for both of them. “I hope no one asks any questions about who brought us,” she said as she stripped off her police paraphernalia.

She pulled her shirt out of her pants and knotted it so that her midriff was exposed and then unbuttoned her shirt, exposing a generous area of bosom. Taking off her boots, she removed her socks and stuffed one into each cup of her bra, pushing her already impressive breasts even higher.

Jenna watched the transformation with interest. “Jeez,” she said, “you’ve gone from cop to hooker in five minutes.”

Alicia finished letting down her shoulder length blonde hair. “Got any gum?”

Jenna shook her head. “Then I’ll just have to pretend I’m chewing some,” Alicia said. “Neither of us smoke so it’s got to be gum.”

“What is so important about gum?” Jenna asked as they got ready to leave the shelter of the portable toilet.

“Gum or a cigarette,” Alicia replied. “They both serve to make a woman look like a hooker or a slut.”

“Oh,” Jenna mouthed as Alicia opened the door and they stepped from the toilet.

“Too bad I can’t do anything about the boots,” Alicia said, but if I show enough tit maybe they won’t notice.”

Alicia looked at Jenna. The girl was wearing a pair of tight-fitting jeans and a midi that showed off her young breasts to perfection. “I think you’ll do the way you are,” she said. “Let’s go before we’re missed.”

Exiting the toilet, Alicia minced her way toward the group of women.

“Where the hell did you come from?” asked one of the soldiers standing by the group of women. “You weren’t with the rest.”

“Didn’t know we had to be, asshole,” Alicia replied. “We just arrived. Heard that some baddie was willing to pay a thousand dollars a trick.”

“I never heard that,” said the soldier. He looked questioningly at Alicia, his eyes settling first on her breasts and then on the rest of her outfit. “How come you’re dressed like a cop?” he asked.

“Part of my routine. Turns some men on to fuck a cop.”

The soldier nodded and then turned away as a higher ranking officer barked out an order. “Right. Let’s get these bitches moving. Darkstorm only gave us an hour.”

Forgotten by the soldier, Alicia and Jenna joined the dozen or so other women as they were herded into a truck. Within seconds of boarding they were moving toward the sphere.

Apparently acting on instructions the truck stopped about fifty feet from the edge of the dock. As Alicia got out of the truck she noticed that a gangway had been rigged up that led to an opening in the side of the sphere. There was a man waiting there. He stepped forward as the unescorted women mounted the gangway.

“Alright ladies,” he said. “Right this way. You’ve got some mighty anxious customers.”

Trailing the group, Alicia and Jenna traipsed past the man. As soon as they entered the sphere, he pushed a button and a hatch closed behind them, sealing them in. Ahead of her, Alicia could see the other women moving off, escorted by still another man. She fell into line and kept her eyes open. She had no intention of following the women to their intended destination, but did not want to make her move too soon.

They passed several doorways and then through another door. Alicia scanned the corridor. It was a featureless metal sleeve, heading into the interior of the sphere. As far as she could see there were no cameras or other security devices. She waited until they reached the next doorway and the women ahead of her entered. Then she pretended to stumble, separating herself from the woman ahead of her.

“Come on, you slut,” the man following them growled. “Get a move ….Ooooff!”

The man’s comment was cut off as Alicia slammed her foot into him. Jenna was quick to respond, slamming shut the door to the next section of the sphere. The man went down and Alicia gave him no time to recover, using her still booted foot against the side of his head. Quickly she took out her handcuffs and locked the man’s hands behind him. Ripping off a section of his shirt she fashioned a crude gag and using the man’s bootlaces she tied his feet together.

“That should hold him,” she said.

“What now?” Jenna asked.

“We take another of the doorways,” Alicia answered, “and hope we don’t get caught. But first….”

Alicia removed the socks from her bra. “These itch like hell and my feet are already getting sore.” Sitting on the floor she took off her boots and replaced her socks. Then lacing her boots on once more, she got up. “OK, let’s go.”

The door Alicia chose revealed a curving corridor, which made sense since they were inside a sphere. It seemed like as good a place to start as any. Slowly, she and Jenna paced around the outside of the sphere, looking for a way deeper into the structure.

“Jeez,” Jenna whispered, “this place is huge.”

Alicia nodded. She wondered where a villain like Darkstorm got the resources to build such a gigantic technological marvel. Or the time for that matter. “Must have some sort of dedicated work crew,” she thought.

Whatever the means Darkstorm had used to build the sphere, it was, as Jenna had pointed out, absolutely enormous. For almost an hour the two young women followed the outer corridor before they finally came to another door.

“Probably back where we started,” Alicia thought, but she cautiously pushed open the door. Before her was a gantry stretching over a large room containing numerous large machines. It appeared they had reached one of the main power or machine centres of the sphere. She held up her hand stopping Jenna. Whatever the room was it was not deserted. There were at least thirty men in the room, most of them attending various machines. A few heavily armed men, however, were obviously standing guard although against what Alicia was not sure. Several of them appeared to be guarding the men tending the machines, leading her to believe that possibly they were being held against their will. In any case, the room looked important. It might be a place where the sphere could be disabled if she could figure out a way past the guards.

Alicia dropped to her hands and knees. In that position no one below her could see her as she crawled across the catwalk. Behind her Jenna followed, adopting the same position. Slowly they made their way across the room, finally reaching a door on the other side.

She had to rise to a kneeling position to work the door mechanism, but she soon had it open. Peeking inside she found herself in another corridor, this one seeming to head to the interior of the sphere. “Perhaps this might lead to where Autumn is,” she thought. She moved into the corridor and headed toward the door at the far end.

Reaching the door she once again operated the wheel mechanism that opened the portal and pushed the door open. She sighed. Another corridor, this one lined with several doors. At least it was a little more promising. There might be something of interest behind one of the doors.

She moved to the first door, Jenna following, and attempted to turn the locking wheel. She grunted as she strained to move it, but this time it seemed to be locked. Bracing herself she tried once more and then froze in fear.

“Having trouble, whore? You two bitches get lost?”

Alicia whirled at the sound. Standing in the door through which she and Jenna had just come was a man dressed in blue coveralls; behind him were two more. All of them held guns and they were pointed in her direction.

“What the hell are you two doing in here?” the man asked. “You’re supposed to be with the other twats.” He lowered his gun, apparently thinking the two women harmless.

Alicia didn’t give him a chance to correct his mistake. It seemed the man thought that they were part of the contingent of prostitutes that Darkstorm had ordered. He was completely unprepared for the foot that lifted him partly from the floor as it struck him between the legs.

Jenna was right behind her, launching herself toward the second man in line before he had a chance to bring his gun up. She executed a perfect three point attack, hitting the man three times in less than a second. Even as he fell, Alicia moved past her and tackled the third man, driving her foot into his solar plexus and driving him back through the doorway. The action was so quick that it was all over in less than three seconds.

Alicia felt a surge of pride. Her intense martial arts training had paid off. She turned to deliver a smile of congratulations to Jenna and never saw the fourth man as he fired his taser into her at point blank range. Her body spasming violently, Alicia went down heavily. She was aware of Jenna crying out as she was also was hit and then a second jolt of electricity sent her into oblivion.

Alicia groaned as hands seized her. Dimly she could hear voices, and what they were saying caused her gut to clench.

“This is convenient. This bitch even brought her own handcuffs.”

“Maybe we ought to keep her and her friend here for awhile. We could have a bit of fun and then take them to Darkstorm.”

There was a long silence and then the first voice spoke again. “No, Darkstorm is pissed off enough already. We better take them to him. They seem more like what he wanted in the first place.”

Alicia tried to open her eyes, but a wave off nausea swept over her when she tried to move. She could feel her arms being pulled behind her back and a cold metallic touch on her wrists. Then there was a click as the handcuffs were closed.

She could hear further discussion about the merits of her body and that of Jenna, and then she felt herself pulled into a sitting position. There was a sharp sting in her face and she moaned again. “Hit her again,” said the voice. “I think she’s coming round.”

Alicia opened her eyes. She was being held in a sitting position by someone behind her. In front of her was a man dressed in the blue coveralls that most of Darkstorm’s men seemed to wear. He lowered the hand that had been raised to slap her again.

“Ah, I see you’re back,” the man said. “Let’s just make sure you don’t try anything fancy again.”

Alicia’s legs were straight out in front of her. The man knelt, and untying her boots, tied the laces together. “Alright,” he said. “Put her on her feet.”

Alicia swayed unsteadily as she was stood up. She saw that one of the men was working on Jenna, tying her hands behind her with a short length of cord. Then the girl was also stood up, her feet immobilized in the same way.

“I still say we fuck both of them,” one of the men said. Alicia recognized him as the man she had kicked in the midriff.

“No,” answered the man who seemed to be in charge. “Darkstorm is really pissed that the authorities would only send him whores. These two seem to be something special. I never came across a whore who knows martial arts. I suspect he’ll be really pleased to get them.”

The man who had suggested rape shrugged. “Alright. Let’s go. But I’d really like to pay these two back.”

A tall dark-clad figure stood before a large console on which were numerous blinking lights and moving gauges. Beside stood a short, swarthy man dressed in white robes. He was an almost perfect stereotype of a Middle-Eastern prince. He seemed to be arguing vigorously with the sinister crime lord.

“Really, Darkstorm. This was not what we agreed. You promised me some American virgins. Women who could be trained. Instead you bring me women who make a living by spreading their legs. This is simply not suitable.”

Darkstorm sighed. “Virgins are not so easy to come by in Grande Capital. This is not the Middle East where fathers lock up their daughters. And in any case, the civic authorities and the federal government can simply not order citizens to make their daughters available.”

Sheik Achmed al Rashid frowned. “Why not? If it was my country I would simply order it so. Most of the women in this country are sluts anyway. I see no reason why my demands have not been met. You promised me that if I financed the building of this sphere I could have as many American virgins to tame as I wanted.”

“Now is not the time,” Darkstorm replied. “We are still in the process of negotiation. I don’t want to ask for anything too outrageous. Believe it or not, Americans are rather protective of their women, even if most of them have the morals of alley cats. Make use of the whores for now. Most of them were quite attractive.”

“You don’t understand,” al Rashid replied. “Who knows how many men have been between their thighs? Why should I drive a used car when I have the money to buy a new one?”

Darkstorm hid his anger. Sooner or later his partnership with al Rashid would come to an end. But the wealthy Arab had financed the building of the sphere and he still might be needed. Until he was sure that the sheik was no longer of value he would just have to put up with the man’s demands.

“Why don’t you let me have the superheroine for awhile,” al Rashid suggested. “She might not be a virgin, but I expect that she would be most entertaining.”

“Out of the question,” Darkstorm replied. “I need her for my experiments. I have just begun to fathom her potential.”

“I would prefer to fathom her vagina,” al Rashid smirked. “Surely you can let me have her for a few hours.”

Darkstorm was about to reply when the door opened and one of his men entered, a man called Simmons. “Darkstorm,” said Simmons respectfully, “I’ve got something for you.”

Darkstorm raised an eyebrow and then smiled as two more men entered the room. “Miss Parker,” he grinned. “It’s been awhile.”

“What is this?” al Rashid asked. “Who are these women and why are they bound?”

Darkstorm did not know who the second woman was. She appeared very young, which was all to the good given al Rashid’s taste in women, but he was very familiar with Alicia Parker. “I think I may have found a couple of candidates to satisfy you,” he said to al Rashid.

“What do you mean? Who are these women?”

“May I present Alicia Parker,” Darkstorm said, bowing mockingly toward Alicia. “Miss Parker and I are well-acquainted.”

“You haven’t answered my question,” al Rashid growled. “Is she a heroine? And who is the other one?”

“A heroine? Yes, I think you could certainly call her a heroine. She has certainly given me more than enough trouble. As to the other one I suspect she is her sidekick.”

“She doesn’t look much like a heroine to me,” al Rashid sneered. “More like a ten dollar whore.”

“Take these cuffs off me,” Alicia raged, glaring at al Rashid, “and you’ll see just how much of a heroine I am.”

“I think you might have fun taming her,” Darkstorm suggested. “I’ll throw in the other girl as a bonus.”

Al Rashid stared suspiciously at Darkstorm and then looked back at the two helpless women. He licked his lips. “She does seem to need to be taught to be properly submissive. These American women are completely lacking in proper respect. All right, I’ll take them. It might prove interesting to see how long it takes before they are broken to my will.”

“You stupid Arab bastard.” Alicia spat. “If I get loose I’ll kick your fat backside.”

Al Rashid’s dark complexion turned even darker. “Blonde harlot. It will be my pleasure to show you how to properly honour you master.”

“What is the problem?” Alicia jeered, “Can’t find an Arab princess stupid enough to satisfy your perversions?”

“Take them to my quarters,” al Rashid rasped, turning to the men who had brought Alicia and Jenna into the room. The men nodded and led the two girls away, Alicia still spitting insults at al Rashid as she was dragged off.

“Bitch,” al Rashid muttered as he watched the two women being dragged off. “I will enjoy taming that one. I am going to make her next few days very memorable.”

Alicia and Jenna looked desperately for some way to escape as they were led off, but with their hands and feet immobilized and escorted by four men, there was absolutely no chance. In short order they found themselves entering a luxurious suite of rooms with a definite Middle Eastern theme. It was almost as if they had been transported in both time and place to the palace of some Arab prince.

“What the hell is this?” thought Alicia. “That idiot thinks he’s some sort of character from the Arabian Nights.”

“In here, bitches,” the leader of their escorts said. He pushed them into a small, but well-furnished room. “You better hope that you please the sheik, because if you don’t then it’s our turn.” He leered suggestively and then closed the door.

The heroines looked about them. They appeared to be in a rather comfortable sleeping quarters, with a bed large enough for two, a chest of drawers, and a well-appointed bathroom. However, there were more important things to do than stare at the furniture. The two heroines immediately attempted to escape their bonds. For Jenna it was not too difficult. With some help from Alicia she managed to work her way out of the ropes that tied her wrists, but Alicia had another problem. She was handcuffed and without a key it seemed that she would not be able to escape, however, Jenna proved more resourceful that Alicia expected.

“I practiced lock-picking when I was training for my superheroine career,” Jenna said. Rummaging in one of the drawers she found a pair of tweezers, some manicure scissors, and several sets of hairpins. With these tools she soon had the cuffs off.

Alicia rubbed her sore wrists. “Thanks,” she said. “That’s something at least. Now we have to find a way out of here.”

Getting out of the room, however, turned out to be much more difficult than simply escaping their restraints. For one thing there did not appear to be any door. The place where they had entered was now a blank expanse of metal wall. Without a hint of a locking mechanism to work on, it was going to be very difficult to escape.

“Looks like we’re stuck here,” Jenna said after a frustrating hour of searching for some hint of a way out. They had found absolutely noting. Even the ducts that circulated the air were too small to be of any use, measuring only a few inches across.

“I think I’m going to have a wash,” she said. Might as well do something useful while we’re waiting for our master.”

She spat out the last word, the contempt in her voice obvious. Alicia did not comment. The thought crossed her mind that al Rashid might have left them alone on purpose to see what they would do. It was entirely possible that even now she and Jenna were under surveillance. Stripping down for a bath might provide him with exactly what he wanted. On the other hand, he could have had them stripped naked while they were in his power. Like Jenna, her capture had left her feeling grimy. She also noted that there were clean clothes laid out, if “clothes” was the right word. The filmy garments on the bed were much more like the gossamer outfits she had seen harem women wearing in a fantasy book she had read.

Shrugging her shapely shoulders, Alicia stripped off her torn and dirty clothes and joined Jenna in the bathroom. She found the would-be heroine immersed in a tub of hot water. “Come on in,” the girl invited. “We may as well make the best of this.”

Almost certain that she was being watched Alicia stepped into the tub and settled down across from Jenna. The situation was one she had long fanaticized about, but she found herself strangely repulsed. “I wonder how many cameras that perverted bastard has on us,” she ventured.

“Cameras?” asked Jenna. “I never thought of that.”

“Why do you think we’re being left alone?” Alicia replied. “I’m sure that Arab bastard is getting his rocks off watching us splash about. No doubt he’s expecting an even more spectacular show.”

“Screw you, pervert,” Jenna shouted. She turned away from Alicia. “Scrub my back, please.”

Alicia grinned. If their “master” wanted a show it was going to be a very boring show. She picked up a sponge and gently ran it over Jenna’s skin. During the entire bath both women kept their bodies as deeply submerged as possible and when they emerged they covered their bodies with towels. Returning to the bedroom, they threw the skimpy harem outfits onto the floor and burrowed beneath the blankets on the bed.

“Hope you’re enjoying the show, you bastard,” Jenna growled. “It’s all you’re going to get.”

Alicia grinned and then sobered. Their small act of defiance was not much, but if she was any judge of the character of villains, it was sure to enrage their captors. The problem was enraged villains often did things that were extremely unpleasant.

“Filthy whores,” raged al Rashid. “They are hiding under the blankets. What kind of heroines are these?”

Darkstorm smiled behind his mask. “What did you expect; that they would engage in an orgy for your entertainment? You are the master. You will have to teach them who is boss.”

“Any suggestions?” al Rashid asked, turning his eyes away from the CCT screen.

“I leave that to you,” Darkstorm replied. “I am rather busy now. I have a few more experiments to perform on my captive. I am sure you are capable of coming up with a few suitable punishments on your own.”

“You are right,” al Rashid replied. “I can, and it is something I am going to find extremely pleasurable.”

Alicia and Jenna sat up as the door to their prison opened. Four armed guards strode into the room. They didn’t stay long, but they made their point clear.

“Put these on,” ordered one of the guards picking up the filmy garments the two girls had tossed onto the floor and throwing them on the bed. “You’ve got ten minutes and if you’re not ready by the time I return then I and my friends will have the pleasure of doing it for you.”

The guard grinned. “I’ve never dressed a woman before; I’m usually better at undressing them, but I’m sure that I can find a way to make it interesting.” Finished with his little speech the guard and his three sidekicks left the room leaving the two captives to carry out his orders.

“What kind of clothes are these?” asked Jenna picking up one of the bundles of clothing.

“Apparently that Arab thug has a bit of a harem fetish,” Alicia said distastefully, holding up the other costume.

“Well, I guess we better put them on,” Jenna said. “I don’t fancy those thugs doing it for me.”

“That’s easy for you to say,” Alicia returned. “It seems to me that you actually like wearing a costume. However, I suppose you’re right; we better put them on.”

“Might as well not have bothered,” Jenna said when she and Alicia had finished dressing. Alicia nodded in agreement; Jenna was “dressed” in a silken semi-transparent outfit that showed almost all her charms. The only privacy the costume afforded was a slight thickening of the gauzy material over their loins.

The only other coverings they wore consisted of jeweled bracelets, anklets, and a jeweled slave collar. Knowing that their captors would enjoy forcing them to wear anything they neglected, the two women put on every item provided.

At ten minutes to the second the door opened once more and the four guards returned. A look of disappoint flickered across the face of the man who had ordered them to dress. It was immediately replaced by a lascivious leer as he took in their all too obvious charms. “Come on,” he ordered. “Sheik Rashid is waiting.”

“Rashid,” thought Alicia. “I’ve heard that name before.” She had very little time to puzzle over the name, however, as the head guard produced a gold chain that he used to link her and Jenna, using the slave collars about their throats. For good measure the clasp holding the collar was secured with a small padlock.

The guards escorted them only a short distance. Apparently the sheik’s quarters were very close to the room where they had been held captive. They were ushered through a doorway into a luxurious room that was decorated in lavish Middle Eastern style.

“This looks like something right out of a movie,” Alicia thought. “It would be funny if it wasn’t for the fact that I have a chain around my neck and wasn’t dressed in see-through clothing.”

Lounging on a raised platform covered with dozens of cushions was the sheik. He was wearing a loose-fitting robe over a pair of baggy silk trousers. Alicia suddenly remembered where she had heard the name. Achmed al Rashid was the almost unbelievably wealthy Middle Eastern industrialist believed to be behind the financing of numerous terrorist attacks on many Western nations. It explained perfectly why he and Darkstorm were working together. In helping the mad scientist al Rashid was striking a powerful blow against the United States.

The revelation that she and Jenna were in the power of a man who hated everything about the West did nothing to make Alicia feel happier. The subjugation and humiliation of women was part and parcel of al Rashid’s philosophy; an attitude so extreme that even his own people had rejected him. She and Jenna could expect little or no mercy from such a man as was witnessed by their present humiliating situation.

“I see my slaves have arrived,” al Rashid sneered from his place of comfort. “Release them that they may bow before me.”

Alicia and Jenna were pushed to within a few metres of al Rashid’s resting place. The sheik stared down at them expectantly, his face twisted in triumph.

“What are you waiting for?” al Rashid rasped impatiently when Alicia and Jenna simply stood where they were.

“Hell to freeze over, asshole,” Alicia replied. “That’s what it will take before I bow down to a piece of camel dung like you.”

Al Rashid’s dark features turned purple. The last thing he had expected was for these two defenceless females to defy him in his lair. “Filthy Western whores,” he raged. “We will see how proud you are after I give you a little lesson in manners.”

Al Rashid unfolded from his reclining position. Alicia saw as she stepped down from his dais that he was actually quite tall. “Hold them,” he ordered.

There was little Alicia or Jenna could do as the four guards took hold of them. After making sure that the women were tightly held Al Rashid stepped forward. He had two set of manacles connected by a twelve inch length of chain. Selecting Alicia first he placed the shackles on her wrists, and then turning her body so that she was back to back with Jenna, he pulled the chain between her legs forcing her wrists down to her crotch. He then pulled the chain up between Jenna’s legs, and locked the manacles onto her wrists. The two women were bound together, back to back, the chain connecting them pressed tightly against their vulvas. The slightest movement caused the chain to move against this most sensitive region of their anatomy.

Satisfied with his bondage, al Rashid stepped back. “Now for a little lesson in discipline,” he leered as he took out a baton-shaped object from an ornate chest of drawers. Alicia’s eyes widened and she swallowed in fear as she recognized the object for what it was. Jenna merely looked worried.

“I see you are familiar with this instrument,” al Rashid said to Alicia. “It will be interesting to see what your pain threshold is.”

“What are you going to do?” Jenna asked in a small voice. She was distinctly uncomfortable, the chain between her thighs cutting into her labia. There was nothing she could do about it, however. Any attempt to ease the pressure meant that she would be pulling the chain harder against Alicia’s genitals.

In answer to her question al Rashid stepped in front of her and pressed a button on the baton. An inch-long spark cracked from its tip. “Oh no, you can’t use that,” Jenna quavered.

“Then perhaps you would care to show me some respect,” al Rashid countered, licking his lips.

“Tell him to screw himself, Jenna,” Alicia interjected. “I’m sure he’s had plenty of practice at it.”

The guards holding the two women guffawed at Alicia’s comment. It seemed to send al Rashid into a blind rage.

“You American whore,” al Rashid screamed, I’ll show you real pain.”

“Shit,” Alicia thought, “should have kept my mouth shut.”

Al Rashid stood in front of Alicia, the electric baton held just millimeters from her right nipple. In spite of his anger he calmed slightly as he taunted the helpless young woman. “That smart mouth of yours will soon be put to a much better use. I’m going to work you over until you are begging me to let me take you.”

In spite of the fear that gripped her, Alicia could not resist one last retort. “That’s about all you terrorists are good at isn’t it, taking on those who can’t fight back? Let me loose and I’ll kick your cowardly backside all the way back to the dunghill you crawled out of.”

“American slut,” al Rashid responded. He touched the baton to Alicia’s breast.

“Uuunnhh!” Alicia twisted at the explosion of pain. It was as if her nipple had been burned off, and she was most surprised to see that it was still there when the tears in her eyes cleared enough to let her see again.

Al Rashid let her recover before using the baton again. This time he targeted her other breast. The result was the same, a blinding burst of pain that had Alicia writhing in agony. This time she cried out in anguish, unable to hold back her scream.

“Not so tough now are you, American slut? Better get used to this. I intend to keep it up for a long time.”

“Leave her alone!”

The shout came from Jenna. The girl struggled to free herself from the two men holding her, but succeeded only in driving the chain between Alicia’s legs deeper into her vulva. Her outburst did achieve one thing though, it got al Rashid’s immediate attention.

“So you want some too, little girl.” The sheik lowered the baton and then moved around to Jenna. Slowly he extended the electrical probe until it touch the transparent material covering Jenna’s left nipple. Jena trembled, her lower lip quivering in fear.

“Aaaggghh!” Jenna did not have Alicia’s pain tolerance. As the electrical jolt shot into her breast her entire body bucked jerking the chain painfully into Alicia’s nether region as well as her own.

Alicia grunted in pain as her already bruised vulva was further aggravated. In just a couple of minutes with a few touches of his baton al Rashid had inflicted more pain than Alicia would have thought possible and their ordeal was just beginning.

Jenna screamed again as al Rashid targeted her belly, thrusting the baton into her navel. She wrenched the chain so hard that Alicia screamed in response.

Al Rashid stepped back. “Release them,” he said to the guards. “Let’s see how they jump when they are given a bit more freedom of movement.”

The two women stood waiting as al Rashid slowly circled them at arm’s length. They could do nothing to stop him from touching them anywhere he wanted, but he drew it out as long as possible watching the fear in their eyes as he moved the baton toward their bodies and then drew it back.

He finally tired of the game and targeted Alicia, striking her between her breasts. Then even before she finished her cry of pain he touched first her right breast and then her left. Unable to hold still under the attacks, Alicia wrenched frantically at the chain, eliciting a cry of pain from Jenna, but al Rashid was unrelenting, striking again and again at her body. He touched the baton to her breasts, navel, thighs, and finally the region just above her vulva. The jolt of electricity that traveled into her sensitive clit sent Alicia into a paroxysm of pain and hurt Jenna just as much as the chain was jerked into her badly bruised genital region.

Both women fell to the floor and al Rashid circled them, striking first at Jenna and then at Alicia. They screamed in pain, making no attempt to hold anything back. Finally Alicia spoke the words al Rashid had been longing to hear.

“Stop! Please stop! I’ll do anything you ask.”

Al Rashid held back the baton. “Anything?” he asked.

“Anything,” Alicia sobbed.

“I want a bit more detail, American slut. Just what does anything mean?”

“Please… please… fuck me!”

“Better. Get on to your knees.”

Both Alicia and Jenna struggled into a kneeling position. The region between their thighs was so tender that the slightest movement now sent exquisite pain shooting through their sex organs. Both women were bathed in sweat, their flimsy costumes soaked through and their bodies ached in a score of places from the probing of the electric baton.

“Leave,” al Rashid ordered his guards. “You’ve had enough entertainment for the moment.”

He moved before the two kneeling women. Neither would look at him, hanging their heads in shame. They were totally beaten and ready to do anything he wanted.

“Look at me,” he ordered, standing directly over Alicia. The pretty blonde raised her tear- streaked face and looked him in the eyes, but there was no hint of defiance. That was gone now, replaced by one of subservience and fear.

Slowly al Rashid opened his robe and then loosened the string on his pantaloons. His penis was fully erect, the glans glistening in readiness. “First let’s see you use that insolent mouth the way it should be used. Pleasure me and do it well or I’ll use the baton again.”

Chained and helpless, Alicia raised her head and took al Rashid into her mouth. Holding back her tears she worked her lips over the tip of his phallus and then let him deep throat her, bobbing her head rapidly to stimulate his throbbing member. The sheik moaned in delight as Alicia’s skilled mouth performed an act that had always thrilled her many boyfriends. It didn’t take long for his pulsing penis to explode. With an ecstatic groan he spurted into her mouth.

“So,” he gasped, “you truly are a slut. Only a trained whore could be that skilled. However, such talent should not be wasted.” Crossing to his dais, al Rashid pushed a button. Immediately the door opened and several guards entered.

“This whore has just demonstrated her expertise. It seems a shame for her not to share it with those who protect my life. She is yours, but use only her mouth. Her cunt and ass are mine.”

“What about the dark-haired bitch?” one of the guards asked. Can we have her too?

“I think I will keep to her myself awhile longer,” al Rashid answered. “She seems a little less experienced that the blonde slut. Perhaps I can educate her in the proper techniques of pleasing a man.”

Jenna shuddered and hung her head. The nightmare of being a heroine just kept getting worse. If she ever got out of this she vowed to become a librarian and get her excitement from books.

Alicia’s jaw ached by the time she had finished the fourth guard. Her face and the upper part of her gossamer clothing was splattered with semen and her knees ached from the forced position. She knew that it was no better for Jenna. In spite of the fact that the girl had not yet been sexually molested, she knew that al Rashid would not leave her alone for long.

Her thoughts proved prophetic. Alicia’s oral efforts had just ended when al Rashid moved from the dais. “So much for the hors d'oeuvres. Now its time for the main course.”

Alicia was too exhausted and humiliated to respond. She remembered clearly what al Rashid had said about her “cunt” and “ass” and expected the worse, but it was Jenna that the sheik had in mind.

“Remove the manacles from the blonde whore and chain her to the wall,” al Rashid ordered. “I’ll deal with the dark-haired slut.”

Two men seized Alicia and held her while a third unlocked the shackles. Then between them they marched her across the room, and lifting her arms over her head, locked her arms over her head.

The sheik forced Jenna to her feet. He made sure he was helpless by having a second man hold on to the chain about her neck while he pulled on the chain holding her wrists. He guided her across the room to a large table and pushing her onto its surface forced her arms over her head while the henchman held her ankles. He used the chain to secure her wrists to the legs of the table, leaving her flat on her back. He then ordered the guards out of the room, leaving just Alicia as an audience.

Alicia was forced to watch while al Rashid spread Jenna’s legs and moved between her thighs. The girl moaned in fear; memories of her previous brutal gang rape flooding from her memory. “Don’t worry whore,” al Rashid sneered, as if guessing her thoughts, “I’m keeping you for myself, at least until I get tired of you.”

He reached down and squeezed her breasts through the thin material of her harem dress. Jenna whimpered in protest as he dug his fingers into the pliant flesh and then moving his hands lower he pulled down her skimpy harem pantaloons. Moving his hands to her hips he parted the swollen lips of her vulva with his penis and entered her.

She gave a sharp cry as he took her. The region between her thighs was badly bruised from the chain that had connected her to Alicia. Without thinking she arched her back in an effort to avoid the rape, making her body even more accessible. Al Rashid grunted with pure animal pleasure as he took her. The violation of the helpless young woman gave him an immense sense of power, and he pumped vigorously into her, enjoying her sharp cries of pain.

Al Rashid took a long time to climax, drawing out the humiliation and sexual domination of the girl for as long as possible. Panting from the exertion he brutalized her breasts, twisting and pinching her sweet nipples. Jenna took the cruel violation as best she could, trying to hold back the cries of pain that gave al Rashid so much pleasure, but she eventually broke down, sobbing in fear and anguish. Al Rashid left her weeping brokenly on the tabletop, turning his attention once again to Alicia.

Replacing his clothes the sheik picked up the electric baton once more and approached Alicia. “It seems a shame for you to miss out on what you so obviously enjoy, slut. Perhaps I can provide you with a little more stimulation.”

Alicia watched with growing fear as al Rashid moved closer. Her first session with the baton had been more than enough. Her body ached from the abuse it had already received, especially her jaw and crotch. Her arms and shoulders throbbed from being forced over her head for over an hour and she was more than aware of the exposed condition of her semi-nude body.

“Now,” al Rashid said thoughtfully, “where shall we start?” He moved the baton toward Alicia’s breasts, enjoying her involuntary attempt to make herself taller as the tip of the baton approached her flesh. With his left hand he tweaked her nipple. “These getting a little sore? Perhaps we’ll try somewhere else.”

Alicia did not reply. Her bravado had been temporarily driven out of her. She trembled as al Rashid held the baton close to various parts of her body, actually touching it to her breasts and belly without pushing the button. An evil glint came into his eyes and he lowered the baton between her legs.

At the last second Alicia guessed what he was going to do. “No!” she exclaimed, her voice now shaking with terror. “Please don’t do it.”

“Trollop,” he answered. “It is no more than you deserve. How many men have been between your legs? You are nothing but a slut, willing to give yourself to any man who asks. I’m going to give you a rutting you’ll never forget.”

With his free hand al Rashid tore away the gossamer material protecting Alicia’s loins. He then thrust the electric baton between the whimpering policewoman’s legs and forced it between the lips of her vulva and deep into her vagina. Alicia screamed as he turned on the current.

Her shriek was so piercing that al Rashid stepped back, a look of pain on his face. Setting down the baton he went back to the same chest of drawers where he had gotten the baton and took out a black ball gag. Returning to Alicia he forced the gag into her mouth and strapped it tight. Then he resumed his vaginal torture.

Even gagged, Alicia’s cries of agony were loud enough to fill the room, but this time al Rashid seemed not to mind. Her pain and discomfort was proof of his mastery over women and the more she screamed the more he kept it up until finally Alicia’s overstrained body went limp.

“Pathetic American bitch,” al Rashid commented as he withdrew the baton from Alicia’s now unresponsive body. Tomorrow we’ll see how defiant you are. I expect you’ll be singing a tune I will find more musical.”

He turned back to Jenna. The terrified girl watched him wide-eyed as he approached. However, the sheik seemed to have momentarily satisfied his lust for brutality. He had not, however, satisfied his lust for sex. Spreading the dark-haired would-be heroine’s legs once more he raped her again; this time more slowly, taking the time to fully enjoy the inexperienced girl’s charms and fear.

Jenna suffered without a sound, but her mental anguish as she was taken was more than evident. Satisfied that he had taught the two arrogant modern American women a lesson, al Rashid finished his conquest. Calling for the guards he ordered them to return the two women to their quarters. Tomorrow he would test them again. No doubt they would be a bit more compliant.

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