by Paul Blades
As the truck pulled into the huge courtyard of the compound, Khalid was busy in his suite of rooms, playing with two of his recently arrived guests. The suite was located on the second floor of one of the buildings that surrounded and blocked in the large cobblestone courtyard. He had a dingy, purely utilitarian office in the back. But the front consisted of a large salon, with comfortable cushions to lean against, a plush, thick oriental rug, a bar in the corner, several small tables and a number of tall floor lamps. Against the one wall were various wheeled devices for restraining young women. In the middle of the room, a long chain descended from the ten foot high ceiling.
Khalid was sitting on the floor, leaning against one of the overstuffed pillows. He was wearing a pair of loose, white trousers and a striped sports shirt that was open to his navel. He had a large mat of thick black hair on his chest and he sported a large, thick black moustache on his upper lip.
Before him were kneeling two bound and gagged, young slave girls. This was an Italian lot, just in from Naples. The girls both had jet black hair and dark olive skinned bodies. The one on the right, Luciana, had hair that was short but thick, styled into large ringlets all over here head. She had small, coffee cup sized breasts that stood firm and pert on her thin frame. The other girl, Francesca, was a little heavier built, not plump, just more filled out. She had graceful, wide hips and large, bulbous breasts. Her nipples were long and thick and they were hard from fear as she faced this unknown man. Her hair was long and straight and it reached down to the middle of her back. She had a small tattoo on the back of her left shoulder, a tiny bluebird.
The women had their arms tied behind their backs with leather thongs and had leather masks over their lower faces with long, thick gags in their mouths. They had been here for a little over a day. Yesterday, they had witnessed Khalid welcoming their shipment of pretty young girls with a traditional whipping of one of the luckless females, picked, more or less, at random. They had been raped by the guards repeatedly. They now had no illusions as to why they had been brought to Khalid's den of iniquity.
"Well, my pretties," Khalid said in English. He had one of his lieutenants check with the new girls as to who spoke English and these two foolishly raised their hands, probably thinking that that earned them some kind of favored treatment. What it bought them was an afternoon of torment from their new, if temporary, owner.
"We're going to play a little game," Khalid continued. "One of you is going to get whipped this afternoon." The girl's faces cringed at the news. They waited to hear more.
"You," Khalid said, pointing at Francesca, "you will sit on my lap. Come here now," he ordered.
The naked girl hesitated for just one instant and then walked on her knees to where Khalid sat. He bid her to turn around and then pulled her to sit on his folded legs. Khalid's face broke into a greasy grin. He had a large gold tooth and it sparkled in the light. He placed his hands on Francesca's breasts and pinched her turgid nipples. "Beautiful, my little whore. You have beautiful tits."
The large breasted girl squirmed on Khalid's lap. Her hands, bound behind her, were pressed into his stomach. He pulled her back against his chest and then spread her legs wide with his hands. Francesca, a music student, had been on her way to a concert. She had met a man the day before near the conservatory. He was handsome and sophisticated. He made her laugh. They made a date. When he pulled up in his luxurious, black sedan, she smiled at him and got in the passenger door. As she looked over at him to say 'hello', a hand holding a damp, odiferous cloth clamped over her nose and mouth. She inhaled in surprise and fright. That was the last thing she remembered before she found herself naked and bound in a small cage. She never saw the man again.
The girl's thighs were thick and firm, her stomach taut. She had a large, hairy black bush surrounding her cunt that spread over onto her thighs and reached high on her tummy. She was embarrassed that it had been so prominently displayed over the last week or so, the time during which she spent caged in a Neapolitan cellar, awaiting shipment. None of the other girls she had seen were so endowed, a few had even shaved there. But she had enjoyed the animalistic feeling her thick thatch brought her, so she had always left it alone. She had never thought that she would have to exhibit it so openly to strangers.
Once Francesca had been comfortably settled on his lap, Khalid turned to the other girl. "Now the rules of the game are that you," he said, pointing to Luciana, "are going to suck on this one's hairy cunt. You will have fifteen minutes to make her come three times." Luciana blanched at this news. She was only nineteen and had lived in a small village northeast of Naples all her life. She had been schooled under the auspices of the Sisters of the Holy Veil. Cunnilingus was not on the curriculum. She had been in the city to visit an Aunt and had gotten on the wrong bus. She ended up down by the docks. The bus was going out of service and so she was left off there alone. She wasn't alone for very long.
In any case, she had never done such a thing in her life. She had made love with one boy and he had never even tried to do it to her. It was disgusting, she thought. She looked up at the depraved man in disbelief, her eyes wide over her masked face. Khalid sensed her hesitation.
"Never sucked a pussy before, my dear?" The girl shook her head 'no', miserably. "Well then, its time you learned. Unless, that is, you wish to give up the game and take a turn on the whipping chain, eh?"
The girl looked at the chain that dangled down from the ceiling next to her. She had seen Khalid whipping that pretty little blond girl yesterday. She definitely did not want to get whipped. Her bound hands were sweating behind her back. A tear floated down her cheek.
"Now, as for you," Khalid said to the young girl on his lap, "if she should win, then you will lose. I'll flog those pretty plump breasts of yours until you scream. Okay?"
Francesca didn't think it was okay, but she didn't want to give this strange man any further justification to abuse her. Khalid's hands were wandering over her heavy globes and her widespread thighs. His head leaned over the girl's shoulder. "And since your friend here is handicapped by not having any experience, I'm going to get you going, kind of give her a running start." His fat hand lodged between Francesca's thighs. He pushed aside the morass of black hair and put his fingers between her labial lips. He stroked them softly as he manipulated one of her breasts with his other hand.
The long haired Italian girl tried to fight off the effects of Khalid's manipulations of her body. She closed her eyes and thought of how she hated him and all the men who had abused her since she had been kidnapped. She tried to build the hatred so high so as to push out any other thoughts. And it worked for a while. But finally, her sex began to moisten and fill with blood. Khalid's fingers were able to slide easily into the crevasse between her thighs. She gave an involuntary moan.
"Okay," Khalid announced. "She's ready!" He motioned the other girl to come closer. "Hurry," he told her, "or she'll go off the boil."
Luciana bent her head as Khalid removed her gag. When she looked up, her eyes were filled with moisture, her face forlorn. She was kneeling between her target's thighs. Khalid had a 15 minute timer on the floor next to him. He had played this game before. He set the alarm. "Now, go!" he yelled.
The curly haired girl looked startled for a moment, unsure of what to do. The chain dangling from the ceiling was right next to her. She glanced at it ruefully, and then bent down quickly to seize Francesca's cunt with her mouth.
Khalid had pushed Francesca's torso down so that her back was in an arch. This presented her loins for her competitor's hot tongue. Luciana barely knew where to start, but she remembered what she liked to feel the few times that she had sinfully stroked herself down there and she acted accordingly. She was almost overpowered by the heavy musk scent emitted by Francesca's moist hole. She began to tickle the little bud at the top of the girl's sex with her tongue. Francesca stiffened as she felt the unwelcome increase in her arousal. She sighed as Luciana dragged her broad tongue the length of her slit.
She moaned when, in a moment of inspiration, Luciana took her little bud in her mouth and sucked on it gently.
Khalid noted the excitement of the girl on his lap. He had continued to play with her tits, pinching the nipples, caressing them. "Getting horny, slut?" he asked her. Francesca's gag was still in place and so she could not respond, but her body told the tale. Her breasts had become hard and her skin taut. A great splotch of red had broken out on her chest. Her breath was coming uneven and in deep pants.
Luciana did not know how much time had gone by, but she was beginning to lose faith that she could do it. Her face was buried in the tangled jungle of Francesca's pubic hair. Desperately she massaged Francesca's slit with her tongue. She began to literally lap at the girl's clitoris, brushing it each time with her plump lips. At this she felt the young girl stiffen. She increased her pace. She heard Khalid call out, "Nine minutes, little Lucy, six more to go."
Suddenly, Francesca was forced to give into the pleasure that had been gnawing at her will to resist. Her body took over as her juicy cunt ejaculated a stream of her viscous juices across Luciana's face. "Oh!" she cried as she felt her pussy contract. "Oh! Oh! Oh!" she called out through her gag as a wave of pleasure washed over her.
Khalid had felt the girl's body stiffen and then begin to writhe and jerk. "One!" he declared laughing. He grabbed Francesca's breasts and stroked them, tickling her nipples and massaging the ample orbs. "Two to go!"
Luciana continued her oral ministrations to Francesca's cunt. She started by pushing her tongue deep into Francesca's slit and drawing her tongue up and over the tender spot on top. She continued her long, continuous strokes. Francesca had never really cooled off, and the lavish attention her pussy was receiving reignited her lust. She tried to fight it off, closing her eyes, cursing and swearing under her breath. Several more minutes went by as she tottered on the edge of passion. Luciana took her tiny bud of pleasure between her teeth and nipped at it, pulling it to its length, tonguing its tender tip. This time, Francesca exploded in orgasm. Her hips began to rock and her body jerk. Her eyes rolled back. "Ahhhhhhhhhhhhh!" she yelled through her mask in the heat of her passion. "Ahhhhhhhhhhhh! Ahhhhhhhhhhhh!" she moaned, in Italian, of course.
There were a little over four minutes to go. Luciana hardened her tongue into a firm weapon and began to stroke Francesca's clit repeatedly in a downward direction. She let it drag over the little, hard nubbin as would a stiff manhood. Again and again she raised and lowered her head. Khalid, sensing that Francesca might try to close her legs, extended his and encircled her ankles with his.
Realizing that he last ditch defense was taken from her, Francesca began to moan and whine behind her gag. Her legs were jerking and her thighs quivering.
Khalid looked down at the sweet Luciana. Her bound hands, behind her, resting on the small of her back just before the gracious curves of her ass, were opening and closing frantically as she made a panicked, strenuous effort to bring Francesca off one more time. Almost mechanically, like a piston, her head bobbed up and down, pushing her firm tongue against Francesca's pleasure bud, rasping it down its length.
"Twenty Seconds!" Khalid called out. He was rubbing his open palms on Francesca's nipples which were as hard as pencil points. "Fifteen!" he yelled.
Francesca was starting to take in deep breaths. She desperately tried to push her legs closed, frustrated by Khalid's. She started to moan, her voice muffled by her gag. "Mmmmpf! Mmmmmmpf! Mmmmmmpf! Mmmmmmmmpf!" she went, each expression of lust louder than the last.
"Ten seconds!" Khalid announced. Suddenly Francesca gave an anguished cry. Her body convulsed and her hips rocked up against the tongue that was tormenting her. "Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhh!" she moaned deeply in her throat. "Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!"
Just as Francesca gave her second long, miserable moan, the timer went off, emitting a loud ring. Khalid picked it up and put it next to Francesca's ear. "Oh, you almost made it. But I was rooting for Luciana here. I just couldn't resist the thought of putting my whip to your tender breasts."
Francesca began to cry even as her third orgasm continued to rock her body. Luciana raised her head from between the other girl's thighs. Her face was covered with Francesca's juices. She began to cry as well, but tears of relief. She would not be whipped. At least not today. At least not right now.
Khalid seemed to shift gears. He pushed Francesca's head down sharply until she was bent over. Holding her neck still with one hand, he loosened the straps around her wrists with the other. The girl quickly pulled her hands loose and tried to struggle away. But Khalid grabbed her arms with his powerful hands and held them out in front of the girl, locking her torso still with his huge, thick legs.
"Come here!" he ordered Luciana. She hesitated briefly, but fear took the better of her and she complied. "Turn your back to me!" the cruel slaver roared. When she had done so, he captured Francesca's wrists with one vice-like hand and loosened Luciana's bonds with the other.
"Get the chain," he yelled at her. Luciana scurried to comply. It was dangling only a few feet away. There were two leather bracelets on the end of it. Khalid held Francesca's wrists out to the other girl. "Put them on her!" he boomed.
Luciana was hesitant to become complicit in the other girl's torture, but she still complied dutifully. She was crying and sobbing, frightened by the large man's wrath. She knew that in a trice she could be the one getting the beating, contest or no contest. She had dirtied and humiliated herself to avoid that. She would do whatever the fat man said or her degradation would have been in vain.
Once the bracelets were in place on the struggling girl's wrists, Khalid pushed her off of his lap. He quickly stood and pulled on the other end of the chain. Holding it firmly, he backed up to the wall and let the chain raise Francesca first to her knees and then to her feet. When her toes barely touched the ground, he ran a link of the chain through a hook on the wall.
Francesca squirmed and twisted in almost mindless fear. She was going to be whipped! Her whole insides revolted at the thought of such cruel, deliberate abuse. "What have I done to deserve this?" she thought miserably. "Why is this happening?"
The answer to her questions were nothing, she had done nothing except to be an unprotected, pretty, young woman all alone. And why? Because it gave her owner pleasure.
Khalid took a tasseled whip from the wall. It would sting like the blazes, but would leave only deeply reddened skin. These girls were for the market in a few days and he didn't want them all marked up. Francesca's tits would be raw and sore for a day or so, but the redness would dissipate.
Luciana was kneeling on the floor unsure of what to do. She had received no orders and she knew not to do anything without permission.
"Come over here." Khalid answered callously. Luciana knelt at his feet. "I'm going to give you a chance to redeem yourself," Khalid told her. He had undone his fly and his not quite yet hardened cock slipped out. "I'm going to give this whore five strokes across the tits. Then you will give me five strokes with your mouth. When you get me off, I'll stop beating her. Got that?"
Luciana trembled at the thought of the man's hard penis in her mouth. But she looked at the miserable Francesca. She hardly knew the girl, had never spoken to her. She had only seen her as a gagged and caged prisoner like herself while they were held in some dingy basement awaiting transport, and yesterday in the courtyard as they were forced to service the men of the establishment with their mouths, on their knees. The nineteen year old Catholic convent girl was wracked with guilt. Her own despicable act of oral stimulation of her loins had sealed Francesca's fate. She had to do anything she could to relieve it.
The abject girl nodded mournfully at the formidable man. She looked at his long, thick cock and she wondered if she could do it. Could she really put that thing in her mouth?
The slaver reared back his right arm and proceeded to lay a fierce blow of the whip across Francesca's breasts. The skin was immediately transformed to a bright pink where the lashes had struck. Francesca
's body stiffened and she screamed behind her gag. Her long, graceful legs swung freely as her body convulsed from the blow.
Khalid delivered four more powerful blows of the whip to Francesca's meaty breasts. She screamed and yelled, her muffled voice filling the room. When the fifth blow had been administered, Khalid turned to the kneeling, trembling girl at his feet. He grabbed her by the back of the head and told her, "Open your mouth, cunt." Luciana complied and then seized Khalid's now steel hard cock with her lips. She was crying as his pole slid into her mouth, depressing her tongue. She barely knew how to do this and she only had five strokes to bring this beast to orgasm, she thought desperately.
In actuality, it was not as bad as it sounded. Khalid relished beating a pretty young woman. At each stroke, his cock got harder and harder. He could come just watching a screaming female suffer. It was almost as if shoving his hot meat in Luciana's mouth would cool him off. And it had the salutary effect of spreading Francesca's torture out over a longer time.
As he drew his cock across Luciana's lips, he moaned softly, giving her hope. She sucked hard on the meaty pole as it withdrew and greeted it with her tongue when it returned. When Khalid had finished his fifth stroke in her eager mouth, she was bitterly disappointed.
The cruel slave trader laid five more blows over Francesca's almost beet red breasts. She howled like a wounded animal at each stroke. Five more times he plundered Luciana's pursed lips with his meat.
Altogether, Khalid let the little game play out for five full rounds. After he had laid leather to Francesca's tormented tits for the twenty fifth time, he turned and grabbed Luciana by her short, curly black hair. Gripping it firmly, he pushed her mouth down hard on his cock. The girl squealed as it pressed past the entrance to her throat. Khalid pulled out, only to push in again, rubbing Luciana's nose against his pubic bone. Luciana cried and sobbed as she was being abused. On the fifth stroke, Khalid, a true master of his cock, pushed down deep into Luciana's esophagus. He held her there, impaled on his joint. She started to struggle for air. Suddenly, his cock exploded. Quick, hard tremors flew through his body. He became barely conscious of the desperate girl whose airway he blocked. Jet after jet of his salty, white spewm he sent down her throat. The girl was struggling for air, pounding her fists on his knees and thighs, frantic that she would die with this man's cock deep inside her mouth. But Khalid did not unnecessarily damage stock in trade. He pulled out just before Luciana feinted. As it was, her eyes were beginning to flutter and her jaw to slacken. She breathed in a deep, desperately needed chestfull of air.
