Madame Zurra’s arm rose and fell vigorously. The paddle went Crack! Crack!
Up and down went the boy’s neat brown rump.
In and out went the man-sized cock. Lady Elizabeth wailed and gasped in regular alternation. Madame Zurra appeared to use the wriggling brown buttocks as if they were some weird percussion instrument. The boy thrust and withdrew in exact tempo and Lady Elizabeth joined in too, accompanying the crack of the paddle by going “Oooh-aaah! Oooh-aaah! Oooh-aaah!” Her back had hollowed, bent like a bow between the ramming cock and the grip on her distorted breasts. Her white thighs had splayed wider and wider as the boy rammed between them, long black stockinged legs out-thrust, stilettos jabbing fruitlessly, black sheathed toes raking the floor. Ruthlessly dominant, Madame Zurra upped the tempo bit by bit, the other two forced haplessly to keep pace. Skilfully, she governed them with the paddle, until at last the rapidly humping juvenile shrilled in sudden triumph, arching his skinny body convulsively. Clinging with clawed fingers to the soft flesh of Lady Elizabeth’s ample hips he was obviously spending himself into his unwilling partner.
Madame Zurra lifted her paddle and acknowledged the laughing applause. The boy came to an end and drew his sagging shrinking cock back out. He too, bowed to the crowd, gleaming with sweat and rubbing his buttocks ruefully. Lady Elizabeth wriggled slowly backwards off her perch, head hanging and followed them off-stage crawling upon hands and knees.
“Zahd seems to have made a great impression upon you, Lady Elizabeth,” Madame Zurra remarked afterwards. “You work well for him! That boy will go far!”
Chapter Thirteen
Lady Elizabeth’s sponsor had consulted Madame Zurra upon taking the Englishwoman for an excursion beyond the walls.
“ I assure you she will serve your purpose to perfection!” “She still knows nothing of our language?”
“Hardly a word, Colonel! Perfectly ignorant! She will understand nothing of her true purpose!”
All the more naked for the tiny scrap of G-string she wore, Lady Elizabeth followed her mistress through the cavernous, dark, half-subterranean hamman.
Unchanged probably since Roman times and heated by an underground furnace, they formed an annex to the brothel, accessible by means of a vaulted tunnel. In the hot, wet, steamy darkness the sweating forms of naked men sleeping or comatose lay upon marble slabs, so heavily masculine in shape that Elizabeth suddenly timid, glided between the glistening forms as between dangerous beasts she feared to rouse. One propped on his elbow, peered through the steam and made an obscene gesture of invitation grunting angrily at her nervous swerve. It took her right to the rim of the great bath, skirting its steaming, green depths. She peered anxiously through the gloom seeking the rolling figure of Madame Zurra, so that she failed to notice the hairy male hand that snaked up to snare her passing ankle. She cried out a hasty appeal to her mistress just as her feet were whipped out from under her and she slid with a swoosh, feet first into the bath on top of her ambusher.
Hands grabbed her as she came up, threshing. There were more men in the water than she could cope with, sporting about her like dangerously playful sea lions. Lady Elizabeth was grabbed, groped and spanked. Slithering through their wet hands she wriggled this way and that amid slippery bodies. She made it to the side, breathless, reaching desperately for the rim. There she found an unexpected assist, a sudden grip taken in her hair yanking upwards; Madame had missed her and come back to retrieve her. As she was hauled slithering over the bath edge, she was given a good hard slap by a ring-laden hand as if it had all been her fault. Her mistress set her brusquely upright and hurried her on to her outing with the Colonel.
That night, well after midnight, the whore known as Lady Elizabeth was performing in a small hot office in a building, somewhere just beyond the town limits. It was lit by a small smelly oil lamp, which added to the heat. The two bodies extorting a medley of creaks and groans out of an elaborate office swivel- chair, were lubricated by their own sweat. Lady Elizabeth was uppermost, almost naked but for a scrap of black lace across her hips. Legs astride, she was riding the sprawling figure of a man burly and balding, clad in a khaki military shirt with his khaki trousers undone. Among the items on the cluttered desk, the man’s uniform cap, flashlight and a long black baton, identified him as a guard.
Lady Elizabeth had been brought here astride a small donkey, shrouded in a black burqua and veil and escorted by the Colonel dressed in a civilian gown like any respectable husband and wife. The guard let them into the darkly looming building, opening a small steel door in a much larger one just enough for them to slip through, then disappearing in the darkness. Elizabeth’s conductor led her into an empty office immediately to one side of the doorway with a filing cabinet and a large desk onto which she was directed to climb. Under the burqua she was completely naked and, evidently in anticipation of the guard’s return, her escort arranged her stance on the desk top in artistic display. Obediently holding open the front of the voluminous gown, she felt the sweat running down her spine as she waited fatalistically.
At last, heavy booted feet announced the man’s return. He was carrying a thin cardboard folder in one hand and a bottle, probably of bootleg liquor, in the other. He goggled, almost drooling as he saw what was awaiting him. Lady Elizabeth’s flesh was all the whiter for her long incarceration away from the sunlight, contrasting with the frame of black drapery. She let go and the blackness promptly fell in a heap about her feet. She strutted in a circle, the well-trained hollowing of her back enhancing the white roundness of her bottom and thrust out her heavy breasts. Her legs spread apart on the desk-top and a thrust of her pelvis deliberately directed attention to the little fluff of beard at their apex. The guard grunted, licking his lips and, uncapping the bottle, took a deep gulp. Then began a dialogue with her conductor in which they sounded like two market traders trying to beat one another down on a deal. Elizabeth waited indifferently. She would have to pay the price whatever it was. The guard’s heart hardly seemed to be in it, however, and his attention kept straying her way. At last the two men clasped palms on the deal, the guard handed over the folder and his keys and the other made a gesture as if inviting the guard to take Elizabeth at his pleasure.
She had been warned that it was important for her to keep this man’s interest engaged. She kicked the collapsed black cotton over the edge of the desk and went down on all fours, thrusting her bottom up and lowering her torso until her pendant breasts almost brushed the scattered papers. She had plenty of training in the sort of pleasure men would require of her. This one, she guessed, would be the sort whose particular pleasure would lie in forcing her unwilling submission. The man came up alongside her, big hands patting her curved bottom. He slid one hand between her legs cupping her pussy, not depilated as that of a native woman would have been. Lady Elizabeth’s particular kind of customer expected a captive Westerner to have a prominent muff of hair, finding it an erotic novelty. His handling of her was rough. A big thick forefinger parted the lips of her vagina and delved within the crinkled flesh. She wriggled dutifully but uneasily. Opposite her a large wall map in a glazed frame reflected the heavy jowled face of her customer leering behind her. He really didn’t seem to be the type who could afford to have her services by personal delivery. Once again his grunting comments, signified approval of what he had acquired.
“Enjoy her!” Elizabeth’s custodian said in English and, slapping her bare flank in proprietary fashion, he backed out of sight, leaving her handed over for the entertainment of the randy security guard. The man came round in front of her, already aroused, dropping his pants and fondling the bulge in his white boxer shorts. Then they came down too, slithering to his ankles to reveal what had caused the bulge. He was a big man in that way too, his cock still dangling yet but seeming to go halfway to his knees. Seeing the impression he had made, he smirked and strutted a little.
“I fuck plenty English girl
s in London! All like for fuck! All English girl randy bitch! I fuck you like crazy!” Her shame exposed in her own language, Elizabeth squirmed, but recalcitrance would earn a thrashing. She lowered her eyes and allowed her reaction to turn into a wriggle of invitation.
“I give you treat!” he sniggered. “Give you proper cock for suck!” He lifted his slowly stiffening cock and placing a heavy admonitory hand on the back of her head, held Elizabeth steady, thrusting the bare tip against her lips. Reluctantly, she parted them and felt the bulk of it slide inwards across her tongue. Her blue eyes flickered up at him in alarm as she was forced to stretch her mouth wide to take him. It was the biggest she had ever had to take from a customer. It swelled and stiffened with astonishing speed, forcing her head up and back.
“Suck good!” the man ordered huskily. Elizabeth could only gobble in response, the corners of her mouth were stretched and the huge knob nearly choking her. Her nostrils flared hastily, drawing in air, smelling his ripe maleness close under her nose. Impelled by a sense of alarm she began to lick the underside and suck the slithery barrel as the only excuse available to draw back from its length a little. Saliva leaked out of the corners of her lips and wet her chin. Almost cross-eyed, she slurped assiduously on the hot rubbery stem. Feeling him jerk and clutch at her, she guessed that he would cream into her any second and nerved herself to gulp it down. Instead he jerked back with a gasp, thrusting her roughly away. He threw himself back into the chair behind the desk. He spread his legs wide so that his enormous red cock stuck up out of his pants, as stiff as a flagpole glistening with her saliva.
“Get down and show me how you Western women work for a man!” Elizabeth was still gasping for breath, swallowing hard and licking her sticky lips, but she knew that she had been brought here to keep the man co-operative. She scrambled off the desk and onto the guard’s lap. He fondled her naked curves with relish, his huge hands roaming up and down, patting and squeezing while Elizabeth tried to concentrate upon the rearing solidity of his cock, clinging to his shirt for leverage as she manoeuvred herself over the hot knob. With her weight coming down upon it, her sex lips splayed open like an unfolding rose. A little groan broke from her, flattering its owner but mostly reacting to its size. He was so big that even her well-stretched cranny felt the effect, the blood pulse in his cock transmitted to her inner flesh. She threw her head back as he bent his head and seized her nipples in turn with teeth and lips, nibbling and sucking. She was firmly lodged upon him and hissed with effort as she worked her way down his length, swivelling slightly so as to impart a corkscrew motion. The man gripped her hips, preventing any reversal and Elizabeth’s hiss became a series of jerky little wails, heralds of her success in taking it inch by inch until it was hard up her. They both paused for a moment, panting and wild eyed.
Then, assisted by his clasping paws, Lady Elizabeth began to ride up and down the massive column of flesh. Faster and faster she rode, with the guard grunting and groaning in ecstasy, heaving beneath her like a bucking horse, the chair creaking steadily under their combined efforts. As she rose, Elizabeth had a glimpse through the open door behind her user’s shaven head, the Colonel go past leading a shorter figure, one wearing an all enveloping black burqua. The guard finally came, his explosion of semen accompanied by noisy expressions of satisfaction and Elizabeth performed extravagantly too, crying out every time he spurted into her as if she were drowning in his sperm. But in her mind dwelt vague questions about her service here. Why did so high ranking an officer need to free a prisoner? The guard said something in interrogative tone, slapping her flanks.
“Ohhh... Effendi...!” Elizabeth croaked, forced to return to her business and responding to the tone and context. “Ohhh... Effendi...!” The brute took it as she had hoped, for a compliment. He lifted her back off him and then heaved her bodily onto the desk top, sprawling on her bottom amid the clutter.
“How was it, my friend?” Elizabeth’s conductor had returned. “I have had better!” the guard blustered.
“Don’t lie now! She is an expensive piece. How would you have paid for such in Madame’s place?”
“As you are my friend,” the man chuckled, “I will admit she is something special. I hope I will see you again!”
“My friend! You can have her any time at Madame Zurra’s!” They clasped hands and hugged demonstratively, beaming happily.
Black-enveloped, Lady Elizabeth was relegated to trudging upon her own feet as they returned in the light of dawn. The donkey was now loaded with another black-clad figure. Another victim for Madame Zurra, she supposed.
Chapter Fourteen
In her office, Madame was en deshabille, wrapped in an ample gown of black lace. “Heggerah! Bring young David to me.” Madame Zurra’s new acquisition was a sturdy dark-haired lad. Her techniques for training girls, of which she boasted, were equally effective with boys. In Heggrah’s charge he was being intensively prepared for his employment in Madame’s service. The Nubian led him in, quite naked except for the straps about his loins, one end of his leash in her black hand, the other clipped to the strap about his testicles. His unfettered hands were currently held meekly behind his back, thumbs resting in the thick brass rings at the back of his belt. In her other fist, Heggrah carried a thick black leather tawse with three dangling tails, an instrument very familiar to her charge, for she was determined that he should perform to her credit. Should he allow any inhibition to affect his sexual performance, he could expect pleasure to be replaced by pain.
“How is his training going, Heggrah? Can he give pleasure?”
“Madame, he is fully trained and disciplined. All the girls have combined to take him in hand and teach him their favourite tricks. He was shy at first, but we quickly cured that and he took to fucking quite eagerly. He has been accustomed to fuck with any of them at command and to please them in any other way they require.” Though short for his age, David was well developed and, in the state of complete nakedness to which he was by now inured, he displayed ample evidence of his fitness to satisfy the strictest of his teachers.
Madame levered herself upright and smoothed her robe. “Undress me, boy!” she commanded. David made no attempt to use his hands but crouched before his mistress and, showing deftness and skill born of diligent practice, used lips and teeth alone, the domina aiding his efforts where necessary, without seeming to intend it. He drew down the zipper of her robe with his teeth, whipping it clear as it collapsed about her bulky form. Beneath it she wore a short silk chemise through the sheer material of which her large nipples showed darkly. He slipped the thin straps off shoulders like a female wrestler’s with his tongue and she let it slip to her feet, leaving her in black stay-up stockings and high heels.
“Tidy!” Heggrah warned and David immediately picked up the discarded garments and bounded with them in his jaws like a large dog to lay them on a chair.
Undressed, Madame was more than Rubenesque. Her massive breasts were more than David’s hand could have hefted or contained, with aureoles the size of saucers and nipples like dark strawberries. Her belly was one smooth round solid curve rather than sagging into rolls and met her swelling thighs in a deep V that extended its crease right up into her massive hips. Her bottom cheeks were wholly in proportion, making a hugely rounded projection, the whole supported with apparent ease upon vast thighs and sturdy calves shapely even in their strength, ending in feet tiny by comparison fitted into the stiletto-heeled sandals. She had re-seated herself and the deep valley between was almost squeezed out of existence. In front between her curving thighs and the swoop of her belly, dark depths and a hint of curly hair suggested hidden succulence. At a gesture David set about worrying with his teeth the large knot of hair that formed a bun until it came undone tumbling down over her shoulders, streaked with grey. Scurrying round her upon all fours again, he began delicately to pluck at the tops of the stay-ups where they were deeply dimpled into her thighs, but sh
e checked him and pulled him upward towards her enormous bosom until his face was pressed against one pillowy breast, holding him there by the back of his neck while he obediently teased and sucked at the prominent nipples with tongue, lips and teeth.
“Well trained!” she commended Heggrah. Opening her thighs wide, she pushed David’s head down into her lap. Sinking back onto the cushions, the sofa creaking under the shift of weight, she drew David with her and settled down to enjoy the attentive anxiety of the trainer and the erotic services of the pupil. Leaning back, she lifted her legs and planted both stiletto heels into the small of his back effectively enfolding him entirely in an envelope of softly pressing flesh. David could see little. Half smothered but recognising the familiar wiry tickle of pubic hairs on his lips, he used his tongue to explore the depths, burrowing lower, finding the slick labia and then with difficulty, parting their close crinkle. He did not dare try to force her thighs apart, but she did it for him at last, indulgently allowing her knees to part, the sharp stilettos dragging a trail up his back to rest upon his shoulder blades. The close furrow of her sex had parted sufficiently to allow his tongue good access to the little bud of her clitoris, finding it already swollen and stiff.
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