Bought and Sold

by Tessa Valmur

  Basil was desperate to come and Zoe knew that having delayed his orgasm several times he would now come all the more impressively. She allowed his cock to slide back into her mouth and sucked diligently. As she felt his cock about to erupt she paused, then immediately after the first jet of semen splashed against the back of her throat she sucked hard. The young man groaned and she felt another jet of spunk fill into her mouth, then a continuous stream that was more than she could swallow and she had to draw back before she risked choking. Warm, milky fluid splashed against her neck and ran down over her breasts. Zoe gazed down at her clamped breasts, hardly registering the pain from the weights but aroused by what she saw she sighed and closed her eyes, swaying gently as felt herself edging towards an orgasm.

  Auda strolled across to the bed and catching hold of Zoe's hair lifted her head up so that looking at him.

  'You learn quickly don't you Zoe. Well, as a reward for your obedience you can sleep in here with me tonight.'

  Zoe and Vanessa exchanged glances and Zoe saw the jealousy in the younger girl's eyes.

  'Take her clamps off and leave her wrists bound.'

  Vanessa looked pleadingly at the Arab who gestured with his hand to Basil.

  'Free her and take her up onto deck to keep you company.'

  'Sure thing chief.'

  The young man quickly did as he was instructed. A moment later and Zoe was alone kneeling before the Arab Sheikh, who smiled victoriously at her.

  'Not so very difficult to learn subservience is it, Zoe?'

  * * *

  Miles Fairfax stood at the sliding glass doors that marked the exit from the El-Saram airport arrivals lounge. His position at the British Embassy in El-Saram was officially that of Principal Clerk to the Ambassador. The truth was that he was also the resident agent of the British Secret Service. The last time he had come to the airport was six days ago to make enquiries about the SES agent Zoe Farquerson. Under the cover of being a journalist named Chambers she had arrived but then promptly disappeared. Now he was here again to meet the next detachment from the SES. That morning he had spoken on a secure direct line to the Head of the British Secret Service and Edgar Sutherland's blunt warning had sent shivers down his spine. God help Sutherland's enemies, Miles had thought, if that's how he talks to someone on his side!

  'Do I need to refresh your memory of the debacle the SES suffered in Karunga?'

  'No, sir.'

  'And now we have not only lost another agent but it seems that the mercenary you hired to get her back has even kidnapped her from the bloody people who had abducted her from under your nose! All you had to do was meet her at the airport in the first place but it seems to me, Miles that you can't even organise the proverbial piss up in a brewery!'

  'Sorry sir.'

  'Now listen to me. The SES has been going just a few years and they've done some damn fine work. Remember Miles they were my idea. Now I'm not going to have the future of that unit put in jeopardy by shoddy support work from other Secret Service units and operatives. Do I make myself clear?'

  'Perfectly sir.'

  Miles saw a flurry of sudden activity through the plate glass doors and a group of tourists clutching their cases swept towards him. He stepped back and searched the crowd for his contact. They were not hard to spot. Two young women, both drop dead gorgeous moved together, they looked like models but to Miles they both showed the less obvious attributes of SES agents. Behind their sunglasses he could see their alertness as they watched all around them, quickly taking every detail in and always alert to danger.

  One was wearing tight jeans and a figure hugging T-shirt with a backpack slung easily over one shoulder. Her bare arms showed well-toned muscles. Wisps of blonde hair escaped from a black baseball cap and the slender hand that clutched her backpack shoulder strap showed manicured fingers with long aquamarine varnished nails. The girl was tall, her expression cool and distant, her complexion flawlessly perfect. High cheekbones, generous lips glossed the palest pink, her slender neck adorned with a chunky silver necklace. Her Armani jeans were drawn down over tough Camel trekking boots and like the girl with her she looked dressed for a physical action rather different to the usual physical action the SES were noted for.

  The other girl, who was even taller, nearing six-foot, was wearing an olive green safari suit of trousers and short-sleeved jacket. Miles could see that she was wearing nothing under the cotton jacket that whilst buttoned and drawn tight at her narrow waist with a broad canvas belt was cut widely open at the neck. He found his eye was drawn to the girl's firm and jaunty breasts, where her cotton jacket clung with perspiration to the curves of her body.

  Miles greeted the two girls with a cursory handshake and led them quickly to his waiting car, one of the three Embassy Daimlers. Once inside the car's air-conditioned interior he felt it safe to indulge in more than idle conversation.

  'Let me bring you both up to date with events so far,' he said, clearing his throat and giving both the young women a glancing smile. It was going to be hard not to let his gaze linger where it was inappropriate, he thought, rubbing one finger along the inside of the collar of his shirt.

  'We hired a local mercenary to recover Miss Farquerson. We now know that she had been abducted by the El-Saram secret Police. Sir Rodney Stonefield who's in the pay of the King here had exposed your agent's cover. Well, we know that Miss Farquerson was taken to a remote tower on the Aruffi peninsula that was used by a Major Mosafa of the secret Police as a place to hold and interrogate prisoners.'

  Miles looked at both girls to gauge their response. The blonde one gave him the merest nod and smile to show that she was following him. The tall girl with the short dark hair gave him no indication that she was paying him any attention. A real cool customer, Miles thought to himself, before pressing on.

  'The mercenary I hired tracked Miss Farquerson to the tower, but then it gets a bit confusing. Basically he has disappeared along with Miss Farquerson. We have close contacts with the pro-democracy movement here and they told us that they had been tipped off about the tower by an anonymous telephone call. When they got to the tower they found the Major of the Secret Police there along with two young lads who were serving him. The rebels say that they found the tower with its front door blown in, the Major tied up and two lads locked in one room. One of them had been wounded.'

  'And what's happened to them?' asked both girls simultaneously.

  'The Major is now a prisoner of the rebels. They have given us the two boys though and we've questioned them.'

  'And?'

  'They don't speak a word of English and through our interpreter it seems they were just local goat herders who used to bring food to the tower occasionally for the Major.'

  'And you believe that?' asked the blonde girl cynically.

  'Perhaps you'd like to try to get something out of them?' Miles suggested tersely.

  Chapter Eight

  'She's looking good isn't she?'

  'Nice tan.'

  'Great body.'

  'Wakey wakey Zoe. Time for some more torment.'

  Zoe lifted her head, narrowing her eyes against the glare of the sun. She lay stretched across the gleaming deck, the merciless sun beating down on her bronzed body. To her surprise the jungle coastline was now right before them. She lay quietly panting; wondering what now lay in store for her. A pair of slender female legs was planted either side of one of her tied legs. She lifted her head and gazed up at Vanessa.

  The young girl was wearing a black bikini thong that accentuated her long, slender legs and displayed her generous but firm buttocks. Zoe could see the metal ring that pierced the girl's clitoris pressing against the black fabric. Blonde hairs curled around the edges of the tiny triangle of material and above it her stomach was smooth and taut, a diamond stud in her belly button. The girl wore a black leather halter bra and her mane of blonde hair was tied back with a black silk ribbon. She had on wrap around sunglasses that she removed as she looked down at Zoe. He
r bow-shaped lips glossed dark purple, curved into a smile.

  'Feeling rather hot?'

  'Just a bit,' Zoe whispered.

  'Well, we're going to take you down below, so you'll feel cooler. We've got something for you...'

  The sinister tone of the younger girl made Zoe's stomach churn. A noise behind her made her twist her head and she saw Basil looking down at her, a mischievous grin on his face.

  'And, we should reach the market by this evening. So this will be my last chance to amuse myself with you.'

  Vanessa turned her head in the direction of the voice and saw Auda watching her.

  'This will be our last game, so I hope you'll find it the most memorable,' Auda smiled enigmatically.

  'Time for some fun then,' Vanessa laughed, kneeling down astride Zoe's head, her legs settling across her shoulders, her weight settling back across Zoe's chest.

  'Leave me alone,' Zoe sighed, letting her head sink back down. What a mess she was in, by tonight she'd be sold as a slave and then where would she be?

  'The coast is controlled from here by the slave traders; Auda has had to radio to them to let us pass. Can you see the estuary ahead? No unwanted boats get up that river, it leads to the fort. Look over there.'

  Zoe turned her head again and looked at where Vanessa was pointing. Standing at the edge of the trees watching them were half a dozen armed men. Zoe could see a small speedboat drawn up onto the sand and covered with a camouflage net. The men were clearly watching them.

  'Imagine being washed up for them to find you. I reckon they'd devour a girl's body more eagerly than the sharks would! Auda says that when we get to the market I have to stay on board. It's too dangerous for a vulnerable young girl like me, he says. Apparently at any one time the market might have up to fifty white girl slaves as well as some white males that are sometimes brought and sold. Basil's described the place to me, would you like to know what it's going to be like for you?'

  Vanessa stroked her long fingernails along Zoe's outstretched arms.

  'No. Leave me alone,' Zoe mumbled.

  Zoe stared at her outstretched arms. How long had it been this time since Basil and Vanessa had tied her down, spread-eagled across the deck?

  'The market is actually in an old slave trader's fort that was built in the eighteenth century. There are pens to hold hundreds and hundreds of slaves but most of them are empty now. Some are used for the fights. For the entertainment of the men who guard the slaves, the commander of the place will throw some girls into a pen together and toss a whip or something in for them to fight over. If a girl puts up a good fight she gets to be spared the worst treatments. Auda says that nowadays the girls are kept prisoner in the old cells that are built into the hillside. There's a torture room in there where they put girls who try to escape. No one has ever escaped from the place, so don't get your hopes up Zoe.'

  'Shut up Vanessa, I've heard enough!'

  'Poor thing, you look so worried. Come on now, relax... you'll probably get to enjoy it.'

  As Vanessa spoke she let her fingernails glide over the soft, sensitive inside of Zoe's thighs. Zoe lowered her head back against the boat deck and whimpered as the younger girl stroked her fingertips between her legs, her nails brushing lightly against the folds of her sex. Zoe felt the fingers teasing her sex slide into her and she sighed feverishly as desire quickly poured from her loins through her whole body.

  'Shall I stop now and leave you tied up and frustrated?'

  'No, please...'

  'Then would you like to come down to the cabin which we've prepared for you?' Vanessa asked.

  'No.'

  'Well,' Vanessa laughed scornfully, 'too bad, because that's just what we've got planned!'

  'No please... can't you just leave me alone?'

  'Why should we, darling Zoe? We've got you trapped here and we can do anything we want with you. Wouldn't you want to torment me or Basil if you had the chance?'

  As Vanessa spoke she had been stroking Zoe's sex but now her slender fingers slid deeply into it making her gasp then squirm.

  'Surely that's why you joined the SES Zoe - to have the chance to exact a certain type of punishment on helpless victims?'

  Zoe groaned as the younger girl caught hold of her clitoris and squeezed it hard between her fingers.

  'Please... Vanessa... stop...' Zoe begged, tears pricking her eyes.

  The other girl grinned and nodded to Basil who dropped to his knees beside Zoe's head and before she could even twist her head aside a blindfold had been slipped across her face and was fastened behind her head.

  'Surely you see the pleasure derived from giving pain, Zoe?' Vanessa softly laughed.

  Zoe cried out, twisting her arms and legs against the ropes that held her bound, as the younger girl pushed the fingers of one hand deeper into her sex.

  'No... please... Vanessa...'

  'Hush now, sweetheart...'

  Blindfolded, Zoe couldn't see what was to happen next and she was caught by surprise as Basil forced a gag into her mouth. A thick leather covered phallus was rammed between her jaws, filling her mouth and before she could cry out a leather pad was pressing hard against her mouth as a strap was pulled around her cheeks and buckled at her nape.

  'Enough talking,' growled Auda, 'Take her below, time for her to get a taste of something really stimulating!'

  'I think you'll find Zoe, you're going to get a pleasant little shock...' Vanessa laughed softly and Zoe felt the girl's soft, warm lips fleetingly brush against her cheek as she whispered in her ear.

  'Actually Zoe, we'll give you a few shocks... just enough to stimulate your lovely body until you come for us. A little electricity in the right places will bring a person to the most exquisite orgasm,' Auda announced matter-of-factly.

  Zoe shook her head in alarm but her vigorous protest was muffled effectively by the gag and her writhing was useless against the ropes that tethered her.

  'You see Zoe,' Vanessa confessed, 'I know from experience what it feels like. Bound and gagged, helpless. Your legs spread vulnerably wide. Trembling... waiting... and then the sudden sharp pain. It's just like the first time you get caned or whipped. On the first stroke your body registers disbelief. On the second you feel pain and the anger pours through you. You struggle to get free but you can't. The whip comes down again and you blink back the tears it hurts so much. So very much... you can't bear it, but you can't escape and it keeps on. Well Zoe, the little shock I've got in store for you will be just like being whipped, only sweeter. Much sweeter and much more intense!'

  Zoe struggled nervously but was held still. Vanessa laughed softly.

  'You see I know Zoe just how it is. Soon you'll find that your body responds eagerly to the punishment and your mind will give up telling you its crazy. You'll surrender yourself to the pleasure of submission and there'll be no turning back. You'll have become a slave to a side of you that once you hardly even knew. You'll give up thinking for yourself, all you'll need is the feel of rope and leather binding your limbs and the only thing you'll crave is the whip!'

  Zoe groaned with despair as Vanessa and Basil finished unfastening the ropes around her wrists and ankles and hauled her to her feet. When she struggled again, she was forced down onto her knees, her arms were dragged behind her back and her wrists lashed together. Vanessa caught hold of her by her hair and hauled her back to her feet. She was then led blindfolded and stumbling down below deck and into one of the cabins. She heard the cabin door shut and the latch slide home. Vanessa laughed throatily as Basil pushed Zoe backwards onto the bed. Before she had time to try to crawl off, her ankles were grasped and her legs spread-eagled. She struggled frantically as leather straps were slipped around her ankles and buckled tight.

  'Relax, you'll find this a stimulating experience, believe me,' Vanessa taunted as Zoe felt the rope around her wrists being loosened. One of her arms was then pulled towards the top corner of the bed. Zoe couldn't see anything but she guessed that Auda was holding her
arm while Basil fastened a wristcuff upon her and Vanessa sat astride her to keep her immobilised.

  In no time at all both Zoe's arms were tied outstretched and she was groaning fearfully.

  'Hush now darling,' Vanessa soothed, 'I promise you, the pain will be more than matched by the exquisite pleasure.'

  As she spoke Zoe felt the girl stroking her sex, her fingertips brushing tantalisingly lightly against her vulva, until her sex juices started to flow and she squirmed and sighed through the gag as she was made more and more aroused.

  'Clamp the wires to her labia. Her juices will keep her nice and wet there and the current will flow easily,' Auda said.

  Zoe writhed desperately as two small bulldog clamps were fastened to the soft outer folds of her vulva. She could feel the delicate wires trailing over her legs and she was panting hard in nervous expectation.

  'Okay, give her a first taste,' Auda ordered.

  Zoe tensed her body expecting an unbearable pain to flash through her body. When the first shock came though it was no more than a hot, sharp stinging that quickly spread from her sex through her tethered body like a wave. She groaned through the gag, tossing her head and struggling against the straps that held her down. The ache that the shock created in her sex was agonising and her clitoris especially seemed to suddenly be throbbing madly.

  'More.'

  At Auda's order, Zoe heard a faint click and the electricity that was rippling through her helpless body doubled in its intensity and force. Zoe jerked her arms and legs frantically against the leather restraints and shook her head feverishly from side to side. Blindfolded she couldn't see her tormentors but she could imagine their faces as they stood over her watching her agony. Or course, gagged there was no way she could express how much she might be suffering and she was utterly at Auda's mercy.