Around the large chamber were many other tables at which sat a hundred or so guests; a dozen or so of the Englishman’s crew, a sprinkling of the Bey’s most favoured corsair captains, a few important personages invited from within the city, the remainder officers and guards serving in the Bey’s personal entourage.
Twenty or more scantily clad girls served the assembly with food and drink. Charlotte, however, was required to serve only Mulay and the fashionably dressed English pirate.
Having been deprived of clothing for so long, she no longer felt so awkward at being naked, or nearly so, in front of men. Tonight, though, she admitted to herself, was a little different; especially since Mulay Aruj had already informed Fletcher about her lineage. The two men had gone on to candidly discuss her physical attributes, a crude discourse which had her blushing with shame and embarrassment before the banquet had even started. As if this had not been enough, the Bey had then, to her utter shame, casually commanded she posture herself in front of them so that Fletcher might more closely examine the tattooed red crescent on her buttocks together with the heavy gold rings piercing the intimate flesh beneath her depilated mound.
Fully aware that she had no choice but to obey, Charlotte had obediently knelt as directed, thighs well parted and crimson-faced at the knowledge that, once again, every intimate part of her was perfectly displayed . . . this time to a man of her own race.
“She was disobedient? ” asked the Englishman, noting the purplish weals on the girl’s gracefully curved belly and breasts.
“No, not really. ”Mulay chuckled cruelly, reaching forward to delve deeply within Charlotte’s open sex. “But it pleased me to impress on her what will happen to her if she is. ”
Charlotte squirmed uncontrollably at the Bey’s intimate touch, immediately aroused despite her embarrassment at what was being done to her. Standing wide-legged as she must, the iron belt with its two, leather-sewn phalluses no longer locked around her waist, she fought to hold herself steady as the cunning fingers delved deeply inside her. Her thoughts were chaotic. Two nights ago, after Jahwar’s dreadful demise in the torture chamber, the masked Bey had at last unlocked and removed the iron belt with its phallic protrusions and tossed it carelessly to one side. “Tonight, your body shall bring me much pleasure . . . and you much pain, slave! ” he’d said softly, shedding his robes to reveal the misshapen and gross, yet still powerful body beneath. To say that Mulay Aruj was fat would have been an understatement. The man was huge, with a great fat belly that made him look, ridiculously it seemed to Charlotte, as if he might be pregnant. Yet his huge shoulders were still massively muscled under the fat, as were his arms and legs.
Charlotte’s heart had thumped painfully in her chest, first at his words and then, as the leather mask was finally discarded, at her first sight of his ruined face. From his left eye, right down and across his cheek, a deep scar ran down to the corner of his mouth, twisting the whole visage to give him a quite fearsome aspect, almost like a gargoyle. His fingers had closed on one still-tender gold-ringed nipple and she’d shivered with sudden dread. “Yes . . . Master,” she’d choked as the fingers of his other hand had had been thrust roughly between her slippery, ringed lower lips.
Determined to play her part, Charlotte moved her hand down over the grossly distended belly to the big, already erect penis, catching her breath at the sheer size of the thing. Fat though he might be, Mulay Aruj’s erection was as large and as virile as any she had known.
Running her fingertips lightly up and down the length of the shaft and around the smooth, hairless testicles as she had been taught, she trembled and took a deep breath as the man’s fat hands closed on her breasts, kneading, squeezing and pinching at the swollen, gold ringed nipples. Then she was seized in an iron grip and forced to kneel on the divan, face crushed into the cushions with knees spread and bottom raised obscenely.
Lying there, face pressed into the divan, Charlotte was suddenly panic-stricken at the thought that her huge ravisher was about to force himself into her back passage, and tried vainly to pull away. She was too late. Mercilessly, Mulay Aruj inserted the tip of his rod into the smaller rear opening and, with a grunt, embedded himself in her wriggling body. Scream after scream erupted from her distorted mouth as he continued to stuff his thick, hot rod into the cool moist channel between her buttocks. The pain was incredible. Charlotte felt her senses slipping away from her as the tight passageway was stretched almost beyond endurance.
Mulay Aruj wriggled his fat, naked hips more dextrously than she would have thought possible and his great, fat buttocks swayed as he continued to force his hugeness mercilessly into her defenceless body, ignoring her shrieks and groans of pain and pushing in right up to the hilt, his fat belly resting fleshily on her buttocks as, with cruel intent, he spread her vagina wide and thrust three fingers deep inside and, incredibly, massaging his shaft through the stretched, fleshy wall separating the two passages.
Charlotte felt as if the whole of her belly had been scraped of entrails and filled with one great moving pillar of red-hot lava moving in fast friction towards a bursting point. She felt Mulay’s fingers in her body; felt them moving in a masturbating movement against the piston-like intruder in her rear.
He drew back, relieving her a little of the almost unbelievable, stretching pain, then surged right back into her once more, the huge fat thighs forcibly spreading her legs even wider, almost knocking them under her so that they made, with her pelvis, a great, obtuse inverted ‘V’ as he delved as deeply as he could.
Charlotte’s eyes rolled back in her head, her distress such that she was no longer able to scream, her breath coming in short, quick pain-filled gasps as she desperately attempted to retain her senses. Such was the pain caused by this gross and painful union that she was unable to move even a little to facilitate her ravisher’s entry.
Mulay Aruj’s teeth were clenched as he punished the girl with each battering-ram thrust, his great belly first flattening then relaxing against his victim’s bottom. He was unable to see his great, swollen shaft over his great paunch, but could feel the sweet suckling in the lower regions out of sight where he and his gasping victim met. His breath was breaking out in long wheezing sighs, his huge penis feeling almost as if it would be crushed to pieces by the intense sensation.
“Now, slave! Now! ” he gasped at last, sliding uncontrollably into a climax so intense that for one long, breath-taking moment he thought that the sweet, sweet passion he was experiencing was something akin almost to death. Then there was another long, long moment of waiting and then the warm, excruciating flowing of relief - flowing and re-flowing until, grunting and groaning, he had at last emptied himself into the helpless girl’s writhing, warm, sweet softness.
Pinned helplessly under Mulay’s great bulk, Charlotte breathed a sigh as she felt the great shaft inside her at last softening and growing smaller. The pain lessened slightly and she became aware of her shameful position on her hands and knees, loins helplessly raised and skewered by the big, fleshy staff of her unchosen lover.
At last Mulay Aruj rolled off her, flopping on his fleshy back on the divan, great paunch heaving, a dribble of semen escaping from his shrinking penis.
Charlotte, shaking uncontrollably as if from an attack of ague and desperately hoping he would demand no more of her, remained as she was, face pressed into the soft material of the divan. Her hopes, however, were doomed to disappointment. Incredibly, within five minutes, he was ready for her again. Grasping her long hair, he forced her up so that she now knelt astride his fleshy thighs, then grasped her by the waist to pull her slowly onto his re-hardened shaft. For a moment he had paused, savouring the exquisite warmth of her channel before, with a swift and brutal movement, thrusting himself deep, deep inside.
Charlotte attempted to welcome the invasion as best she could, lifting her loins and widening her thighs to make it as easy as she could for him
as he slid slowly and methodically in and out of her soft wetness, her gold-tipped breasts bobbing and waving enticingly above his heaving chest. Incredibly, her dry and unprepared vagina had stretched and was now oiling itself in order to accommodate him. Already she could feel the faint stirrings in her belly heralding the advent of at least some pleasure to be taken and savoured from this brutal rape.
For long, long moments Mulay Aruj continued to thrust, she matching him with desperate coital movements of her own as she began to move inexorably towards her own, long-denied release. Even this was to be denied her, however. Divining her imminent approach to climax, he withdrew and, grasping her once more by the hair, forced her gaping mouth down over his cudgel, still smeared with the stains and juices of both her stretched and abused passageways. Callously ignoring her piteous gasps, he thrust upwards, at the same time pulling her head downwards so that he filled her mouth almost to bursting point, the massive head of his penis nudging the back of her throat until she was helplessly gagging on the fleshy stave. Breathing stentoriously, he drove himself selfishly on and on towards his own climax until, at last, his hot salty seed had spilled deep, deep into his victim’s throat.
Still Charlotte’s ordeal had not been complete. For his own twisted pleasure, Mulay Aruj had chained her spreadeagled against the wall for the rest of the night. Then, while he watched from the comfort of his couch, his young catamites were admitted to the chamber and told they could torment her as they wished.
Jealous of their Master’s attention to the big-breasted, blonde slave, the young torturers proved just how cruel and inventive young boys can be when presented with a helpless victim of the opposite sex.
First they’d focussed their attentions on her large breasts, winding coarse cord around the base of each perfect sphere so tightly that the glorious orbs were quickly forced into bulging, rapidly darkening caricatures of their previous loveliness. Then, while she had screamed and screamed until her voice was hoarse, they had heated and re-heated the golden nipple rings with a lit taper until, after what seemed like an eternity of unremitting agony, she’d finally slipped into unresponsive unconsciousness.
When she recovered her senses, they transferred their attentions to her labial and clitoral rings, delighting in her tortured screams until, once again, she hung limp in her bonds.
Again, they waited until she recovered consciousness before they began to use their thin canes, striping the front of her pinioned body from breast to thigh until her hoarse screams ceased once again.
Then, and only then, had Mulay Aruj stopped her torment.
It had taken two days for Charlotte to recover from her terrible ordeal and even now, kneeling as she must in front of Mulay’s dais at the banquet, the marks on her body were plain to see. Fighting to stay still as Mulay Aruj continued to plunder her sex with his fingers, Charlotte breathed heavily, little plaintive gasps of rising passion escaping her mouth as, once again, her body betrayed her. She was torn by guilt. Once again she had betrayed Khalif. Although her torment had been, as Mulay Aruj had promised, painful to the extreme and final orgasm had been denied, she had nevertheless at one point begun to find a certain pleasure in what had been done to her. The fact that, in truth, she’d been offered no choice was of little comfort. A man who disgusted her and of whom she was terrified had possessed and used her in the most brutal and disgusting way . . . and once again, somehow, she had found pleasure in the act. And now . . . even now . . . if she was honest with herself . . . a similar thing was happening. His fingers within her body were arousing her even as they were humiliating her. Jahwar and Dragut Bey had been absolutely correct when they had called her a slut. It was exactly what she was!
Mulay Aruj stepped back from his examinations and Charlotte allowed herself to relax a little, yet still she could feel her juices running.
“Kneel up and turn round! ” came the order. Charlotte obeyed immediately, raising her head from the floor and shuffling round until she was facing the dais. Without being told, she assumed the usual slave position, knees positioned well apart, shoulder braced and hands clasped at the back of her neck.
Fletcher was looking at her with undisguised admiration and she dropped her gaze to the floor. “I wonder, your Excellency,” he enquired casually, “would you consider selling her to me? ”
Heart thumping wildly as she heard the question, Charlotte dared not risk Mulay’s displeasure by looking up at the men. Yet she awaited the answer with some trepidation. To be sold as a slave to an English pirate? Surely that would be the ultimate debasement?
“I am sorry,” replied Mulay Aruj. “For reasons which need not concern you she must stand on the block in a few days time. However,” he continued smoothly, “you are welcome to attend at the House of Slaves and bid for her. ”He chuckled. “Be warned, however, such sluts as these are not cheap. There are many who will have a strong desire to own an infidel slave such as this one. ”He shrugged carelessly. “She may even fetch fifty gold pieces or more. ”
Fletcher’s eyes widened. “Fifty? ” he echoed.
Mulay grinned. “But worth every Piastre, I think . . . do you not agree? ”
Somewhat reluctantly, the Englishman nodded. “Hmm,” he murmured, “I will admit she is . . . interesting. And to have such a lady as my slave would be, to say the least, quite a coup. Still, it is a very high price to pay. For such a sum, I might buy three or four octaroons in Bizerta. ”
“But would your octaroons bring you as much pleasure as an English milady, obedient to your every wish? ” Mulay asked slyly.
Fletcher frowned, to answering nods and chuckles from onlookers listening with interest to the exchange. “And the gold in her flesh? ” he asked hastily, changing the subject. “Why was this done? ”
Mulay Aruj smiled. “Do you not like it? For my pleasure, Ali, my steward, had her ringed so. ”He shrugged. “The fitting was easily done by means of a heated saddler’s needle. ”He reached down with one hand to caress Charlotte’s breasts and, though she trembled, she immediately squared her shoulders even more to thrust them out for his touch. “They suit her well, don’t you think? ”
Fletcher was impressed. The fat, plum-coloured nipples were obviously still very tender; yet the girl made no move to draw away, even when the masked Bey took one of the swollen nubs between finger and thumb to stretch it out painfully from its base. “Fascinating,” commented the privateer. “My compliments to you, Excellency. Obviously, you know well how to train a slave. ”
“I have trained many such,” said Mulay, deprecatingly. “It is a skill born of practice. ”
‘Mad’ Jack Fletcher made a face. “Fifty gold pieces,” he murmured. “I will have to look to my finances. ”He looked down seriously at the still kneeling Charlotte. “I agree, though, that such a slave might serve me well. ”
Mulay released his grip on Charlotte’s nipple and she breathed a heartfelt sigh of relief. “Perhaps so . . . perhaps so! ” he chuckled.
Chapter Sixteen
‘Sold’
Hands chained behind her back, shaking with apprehension,
Charlotte stood at the bottom of the wooden steps at the rear of the auction platform and listened to the baying of the crowd as Meylissah was sold.
The day before, Hamid the eunuch had returned her to the House of Slaves where she had been briefly reunited with Meylissah. Ali bin Hussein, perhaps cognisant of Charlotte’s ordeal at the hands of the Bey, had proved to be compassionate and allowed the two girls to spend the night together.
Charlotte was dressed in the fashionable, heavily brocaded European red velvet dress in which Ali had so successfully displayed her to the rich merchant at the private showing weeks before. As well as the starched petticoats, she had this time also been allowed camisole, under drawers and, wonder of wonders, a pair of shiny, buckled shoes a size too small but into which, at Ali’s urging, she had
finally managed to squeeze her feet. She felt hot and uncomfortable in the heavy, all concealing garments. So long had it been since she had been allowed European clothes that she now felt positively awkward and unattractive in them.
Listening from the foot of the steps, Charlotte’s heart was racing. A roar from the crowd signalled that the final bid had been accepted. Meylissah had been sold; the jeers of free Arab women and the clank of chain signalling that the Circassian slave girl was now being led away. Charlotte knew what would happen now. At the entrance to the Auction House the slave’s chains would be struck off, to be replaced by those of the purchaser. The House sold the slave, not the chains. Her new owner might have brought clothing for his purchase; or not, as it pleased him.
Charlotte’s thoughts turned bitterly to Khalif. Despite her many ordeals, she had always cherished the belief that sometime, somehow, he would rescue her from this of pain and degradation. She remembered the times she had lain in his arms, her only thought to serve him. First he had captured her body and then, in making her his slave, had also made captive her heart. He was her true Master . . . the one to whom she gave herself willingly. Yet he had not come! How foolish she had been to imagine that such a man could ever have any real feelings for her. He was a corsair chief . . . a pirate and a brigand. There would be no shortage of beautiful and willing concubines to fill his bed and his arms.
Her hands, secured by the slave bracelets behind her back, curled tightly into fists and, suddenly angry, she resolved to give the mob a lesson in how an English aristocrat behaves. She would be aloof and reserved, she decided. She would not co-operate with Ali’s commands as she had been ordered.
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