by Tessa Valmur
‘Stop...please...enough!’ she gasped breathlessly.
The tip of the wand was withdrawn from her sex but the next second she felt it prod against her anus and then penetrate her there. When the shock was delivered into her anus she cried out again, writhing desperately and panting breathlessly.
‘Uhhh... stop...no... more...please...’
The sight of the young girl, helpless as she strained against the straps and cuffs, her slender body heaving for breath as he withdrew the wand from her rear, was enough to make Sturmberger’s already heavily engorged cock strain against the fabric of his pants which was damp from his arousal. Becky was panting so hard after her multiple orgasms that an idea struck him and he grinned maliciously.
Dazed after what had just happened to her, Becky was still trying to recover her breath when fingers abruptly coaxed her jaws open and a small soft ball was forced into her mouth. She shook her head vigorously as straps were pulled taut against her cheeks and at her nape the Velcro ends were secured together. The ball in her mouth was too small to silence her until with dismay she watched Sturmberger blow into the exposed valve.
‘Nuuhh...’
With each breath the man applied to the valve the soft rubber ball grew gradually larger until she felt it filling her mouth. The sensation was potently arousing as she felt her helpless increased.
‘Now let’s resume where we left off.’
Becky shook her head, looking with wide-eyed alarm at the wand. As her nervousness increased she panted harder but now she could scarcely breathe through her mouth thanks to the ball-gag and when the tip of the wand was placed against her exposed sex again and switched on, the sensation was not only intense enough to bring her to another climax but this time she was left all but breathless and panting madly through her nose as her body struggled frantically against the straps as the wand was drawn slowly across the moistness of her delicate inner labia until its vicious sting was delivered to her clit. A fresh wave of orgasm washed over her and she was left so breathless now she imagined she would faint.
She would have been grateful if Sturmberger had concluded the session there, she’d climaxed more times than she could count, her body felt satiated with sexual satisfaction and also ached excruciatingly from her relentless struggling against the straps that held her in the chair. The young German however was far from finished. Dazedly and deliriously starved of breath after her repeated climaxes, Becky watched as the wand was brushed against her clitoris, flicked on and a jolt of electricity lanced into her sex making her cry out then as she was gasping what air she could through the gag, the wand was pushed again into her anus and switched on.
‘Nuuhh...’
Becky tossed her head from side to side, all but delirious now as the wand remained buried inside her arse until, writhing madly against the straps that were taut across her naked young body, and she was brought to another breathless climax.
The sight of her condition was enough to make Sturmberger feel himself about to come and he quickly withdrew the wand from the girl’s arse and dropping his trousers and pants he pressed a button on the chair until it was lowered to just the right height for him to spear his throbbing cock into her sex. He smiled appreciatively at her young pussy, her outer labia pegged open like a butterfly in a trophy box, her clit swollen with arousal and doubtless throbbing from the shocks to which he’d subjected her. Becky gave a gag muffled groan as his cock sank into her and the tight slickness of her sex was enough to trigger his ejaculation.
Chapter Fifteen
When Tanya woke she had no idea how long they had been travelling but they had reached a hillside plateau where a large villa stood, flanked by lawns and encircled by the jungle. There was evidently a road or track leading to the villa since several gleaming new 4X4 vehicles were parked outside and under a thatched lean-to a little way from the house were an old army truck and a jeep. There was a small outdoor swimming pool that was sunk into the hill abutting a cliff face over which tumbled creepers and wild flowers as well as the surplus water from the pool, which was in turn fed from a stream that ran down from a waterfall that tumbled down a rocky gully.
On the veranda of the villa the crates had been deposited and were now being opened up, their contents laid out for inspection. It was when Tanya had been lowered to the ground that she’d woken and now the first thing she saw was rows of guns laid out on the wooden decking. When the man in charge saw she was awake he walked over to her, one of the new guns in his hand. Whilst Tanya knew next to nothing of guns, she recognised that it was a machine-gun and it looked to be brand new.
‘Just like you;’ said the man, ‘ very pretty, nicely shaped and pleasing to hold.’
He stroked the barrel of the gun affectionately and then held the weapon at arm’s length, holding it one handed and regarding it critically. Evidently satisfied with it he tossed the gun to one of his men to catch and he turned back to Tanya.
‘Sixty brand new Ak.74 assault rifles, five thousand rounds of ammunition and ten rocket propelled grenade launchers. Sturmberger shipping has certainly diversified since they started importing machine tools and televisions and exporting hardwood and bananas. I wonder if they’ll be making an insurance claim for the loss of this little consignment? Somehow I doubt it!’
‘I can guess why you’d want to steal them but what do you want me for? What good am I going to be to you?’ Tanya asked.
The man looked down at her smiling and gestured for her to stand up which she did. He regarded her critically from head to toe and his gaze lingered on her generous but firm breasts. Tanya swallowed a nervous lump in her throat and glanced down unable to meet the man’s stern gaze and she saw a tell tale bulge in the fabric of his trousers.
‘Why do you think?’ asked the man. ‘For my pleasure, for our amusement. This villa is so secret that none of my men that who of it are allowed to breathe a word to anyone. I have several homes and many camps and I am always on the move since the government is always hunting me. I have hundreds of men at my call and we control hundreds of square miles of the countryside but it is best to always have one place that is kept so secret that I can be assured of complete safety. This villa is that place, so only my personal bodyguards know of its existence and whereabouts. Of course these men are paid very well and very carefully picked but I like to try to give them other rewards.’
‘So you’re going to give me to them?’ Tanya suggested.
‘Certainly. The men are sometimes stuck here for weeks at a time and that can be very frustrating for them, especially when they have to watch my daughters wandering around the place if they are staying here with me. I see their eyes. They wouldn’t dare touch them but it is hard for them, such a visible reminder of what they are missing out on. So from now on you will keep them amused.’
‘For how long will I be kept a prisoner here?’ Tanya asked.
‘Until they tire of you I suppose, then...’
‘Then you’ll let me go?’ Tanya asked, hardly daring to hope that the man would say yes.
‘Then we shall have to see.’
‘Meaning you’ll kill me?’
The man gave her a reproachful stare.
‘I may be an outlaw in the eyes of those scum that run our country but I am have no interest in any unnecessary killing. Besides, a pretty white girl like you, and one so young, you’ll fetch a good price on the slave market.’
‘The slave market, don’t tell me there’s really such a thing, not in this day and age?’ Tanya answered.
‘It might not be quite what you imagine but it exists and for a very modern purpose: the wealthy and corrupt men who run the big businesses of this country have learnt that they can buy anything that they wish; everything has a price, even people. A few years ago it was for mestizo girls. Now the fashion is for white girls.’
‘Mestizo?’
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bsp; ‘Girls of mixed blood, half European half Indian. But they are no longer in fashion.’
‘Fashion? What do you mean? What do they want the girls for?’
‘For sex slaves: they are locked up in their big country mansions away from prying eyes, they are usually kept drugged at first, they are held prisoner for the men’s amusement and satisfaction.’
‘So you’re telling me that when you’ve finished with me I’ll be sold on and still kept as a sex slave?’
‘What else can you expect? Are you worth a ransom? Is someone going to bother to search for you and rescue you? It seems to me that you were a sex slave on board Sturmberger’s ship, is that not the case?’
‘But that was of my own choosing!’
‘Well, too bad, you have to learn that in this country you have no choice; from now on you can forget who you were back in England.’
‘You don’t seriously think you can get away with this?’
‘My dear girl, I know that I can get away with it. You are my prisoner and however hard it may be for you to accept; your fate is now entirely in my hands.’
Tanya was about to answer the man but their attention was diverted. Two girls had just emerged from the entrance of the villa and for fraction of a second all the men stopped working then swiftly they resumed their tasks turning their eyes reluctantly from the girls who were evidently twin sisters and of quite stunning appearance.
Tanya reckoned that they couldn’t be much older than she was; they were tall though and very slim; with long dark hair that fell over their shoulders and with dark, smouldering eyes and beautiful yet stern faces. When they saw that their father, the man who was addressing Tanya, had seen them, they both smiled and their faces were transformed into those of angels, their eyes warm and full of delight, their sensual mouths transformed by broad smiles of almost childish pleasure. One of the girls was wearing a simple black one-piece halter swimsuit that was cut high at the hips and scarcely covered her breasts whose outline could be seen clearly pressing against the tight fabric. The other girl wore olive green shorts and a white crop top that left her taut stomach exposed as well as her slender arms and like her sister the fabric of the top tightly hugged her breasts, emphasising her generous cleavage and allowing her dark areoles and nipples to be seen visibly pressing against the white cotton.
‘Who’s this, daddy?’
The girl wearing the swimsuit looked appraisingly at Tanya and smiled as she saw the rope bound repeatedly around her wrists.
‘She was on the ship; she was providing on-board entertainment for the crew; go and have a look at what’s in the last crate.’
Tanya watched as the two sisters strutted across to the last crate which the men had yet to open and all too aware of how their bodies drew the men’s gaze stood over them and ordered them to open up the crate immediately. All Tanya could do was stand and watch whilst to her dismay the men lifted out from the crate the mechanical phallus and alongside it they produced the nasty little black box with its trailing wires that Tanya knew all too well and as if that wasn’t enough they’d even snatched some of the leather cuffs and gags and other accessories that had furnished the ship’s games room.
The girl in the shorts and crop top spun around on her heel, some weights dangling from silver chains in her hand.
‘At least now we’ve got some toys to play with to relieve the monotony of being stuck here!’ she laughed then she tossed the weights to her sister and promptly picked up a rubber face gag and said something in Spanish to her sister.
Tanya stood watching whilst the girl in the swimsuit discarded the weights and stood obligingly still whilst her sister stood behind and made her try on the gag. It was like half a mask, which fitted across the recipient’s face and snugly under their chin. The black rubber once pulled tight by means of elastic straps covered not only the mouth but also a broad strip was drawn across the wearer’s eyes, effectively blindfolding them. On the inside of the gag where it covered the mouth was a short but thick rubber phallus which the person wearing the mask was obliged to take into their mouth.
With the gag now buckled snugly around her sister’s face the girl in the shorts stepped back, laughing to see what her sister would do next. The girl wearing the mask made some incoherent noises; whatever she was trying to say the gag effectively muffled her words. Holding her arms up before her, clearly unable to see where she was going the girl in the swimsuit took a few tentative steps. Laughing at her sister’s helplessness the other girl caught hold of her by the shoulders and spun her around several times. She then took her by the wrist and led her purposefully towards the swimming pool.
Tanya and the man and indeed all the other men, stood in spellbound silence whilst the two girls approached the pool but at the last minute the girl leading her masked sister halted and made her stop right at the edge of the pool. She then made her sister turn around so that she wasfacing the pool and then she unbuckled the mask. As she eased apart the two elastic straps she then stepped back a pace. The girl wearing the mask instinctively reached up with both hands to finish removing the rubber mask but even as she drew it from her face her sister turned sideways, lifted one legs and planting her bare foot against her sister’s back extended her leg, pushing the girl in the swimsuit into the pool before she knew what was happening.
Both girls thought this was highly amusing and Tanya was left watching one happily swimming around the pool whilst the other sat on the edge, her feet dangling in the water. The men resumed their work, collecting up the guns and moving them into the villa, whilst their leader ignoring Tanya, went into the villa. With nothing else to do she sat down on the grass and looked resignedly at the rope that repeatedly bound her wrists. Her skin under the ropes felt hot and sore but there was no way she could extricate her hands, so tightly and effectively bound was the rope. In films, the heroine, when she was tied up had the rope bound around the outside of the circle formed by her two wrists being placed together and with some effort she invariably managed to squeeze one hand out from under the rope or else she was afforded the chance to pick loose the single knot that held the rope tight. Whoever had tied Tanya’s wrists though clearly knew just what he was doing. The rope was bound tightly in a figure of eight around her wrists and knotted repeatedly, she would never be able to get her hands free, she decided.
In the time she had been at the villa the morning sun had risen to its zenith and now the villa and its encircling lawns were bathed in bright sunshine and the temperature leapt even higher. Tanya, sitting on the grass watched the perspiration form in droplets on the bare skin of her shoulders and run down onto her collar bone from where it trickled down to her breastbone and then the glistening droplets trickled between her breasts. It was too hot to do anything now and the men having finished their work of moving the guns had retreated into the shade leaving Tanya alone with just the two raven haired sisters for company.
The sister wearing the shorts had discarded them. Underneath she was wearing only a black thong and Tanya gazed at her whilst the girl had her back turned. She had a firm young arse, the deeply tanned skin was flawlessly smooth and her buttocks were enviously generous yet taut. Discarding her crop top, she turned to look at Tanya and for a moment the two girls gazed at each other. The Latin American girl’s breasts were smaller than Tanya’s but perfectly formed and her dark areolas were large with pert nipples that she now shamelessly displayed doubtless all too aware that from their shady viewing places her father’s men could feast their eyes hungrily on the forbidden fruit she could teasingly show them but which remained beyond their reach.
There was a loud splash as the girl dived into the pool. Some parrots, startled, took flight from some nearby trees and a monkey, invisible to the eye gave a screech of alarm. The girl began to breaststroke from one end of the pool to the other and a silence descended once more. Her sister eased herself from the pool and stood
on the lawn, sparkling droplets of water falling from her slim tanned body as she combed her long hair clear of her face with her fingers and then walked around the edge of the pool and across to where the items looted from the ship’s games room lay on the lawn. Picking up the rubber mask that she had earlier been made to wear she walked across to where Tanya was sat.
‘Keep still, English girl,’ she ordered, crouching behind Tanya, who knew that to try to resist would be futile.
The rubber mask was pressed against Tanya’s face and abruptly everything went black as the rubber covered her eyes. She swallowed and flexed her jaws as the hard rubber phallus was coaxed into her mouth. The feeling of the cock shaped gag filling her mouth was powerfully erotic and as her tongue was kept pressed down by the device she felt a sudden stirring in her loins as the girl kneeling behind her fastened the masks straps.
The girl called in Spanish across to her sister and then Tanya was being encouraged to stand up.
‘Okay English girl, come here.’
Held by her arm Tanya was guided and though unable to see where she was being led she followed, again knowing all too well that to resist was pointless.
‘Now, stand still, there’s a good girl.’
Tanya did as she was instructed. She could hear the other girl splashing in the pool and then the sounds, she guessed, of her getting out. Tanya guessed that she was now standing close to the water and it was a fair bet to expect that the sisters would delight in plunging her blindfolded and gagged into the water where she’d be even more at their mercy. It was too late to shout for help and what help could she expect anyway? Their father would doubtless be amused to see what they were up to and anyway Tanya was sure that once she was taken into the villa she could expect easily as much sexual torment as she’d been subjected to on the sea journey.
