Bought and Sold

by Tessa Valmur

  Vanessa had intimated that she'd suffered a similar treatment, so surely they knew how much someone could endure? Abruptly the waves of stinging heat rippling through her body ended and Vanessa lay gasping through her nostrils, struggling to recover her breath.

  'A pleasing sight. How aroused is she?' Auda asked.

  Zoe grunted through the leather gag as Vanessa fingered her aching sex.

  'Very moist and her clit is heavily swollen. She'll come next time, I reckon.'

  'Same setting then boss?' Basil asked.

  'Same again.'

  The sudden shock took Zoe by surprise. She arched her back and dragged her arms against the straps, groaning and biting down on the leather phallus in her mouth as the electricity washed through her aching body. After what seemed like an eternity but was probably just seconds the agonising sensation abruptly ended. Before she could recover herself, as she lay dazed and breathless, skilled female fingers stroked her aching clitoris and moaning helplessly Zoe felt herself quickly brought to a shuddering orgasm.

  'See... she's getting off on it!' Vanessa laughed.

  'Give her another taste then,' Auda ordered.

  Zoe shook her head but her protest was ignored and her body was convulsing again as another wave of electricity poured through her. When it stopped, she lay dazed and exhausted. Again, her sex was stroked by Vanessa and to her disbelief and dismay she was quickly brought to another violent orgasm.

  'Shall we give her another taste chief?'

  'Yes, do it Basil! Please Auda! Make her writhe. Let's see how many times we can make her come!' Vanessa begged.

  Zoe shook her head with what strength she had left. Gagged and blindfolded she had no other way of begging Auda to stop the cruel treatment.

  'Give her another taste, Basil,' Auda announced.

  Zoe gasped, writhing as a fresh jolt of electricity coursed through her aching sex and tethered, sweat soaked limbs. Please...no more... she begged, but gagged, her pleading went unheard and unheeded.

  * * *

  'There is no trace of him anywhere.'

  'Well where the hell is his base?' Miles Fairfax demanded, his voice cracked with exasperation.

  The young man shrugged apologetically and gestured to say that he didn't have a clue.

  'How the hell can one of the most important Sheikhs in El-Saram just disappear, especially when half the rabble protesting on the streets are chanting his name?'

  'Perhaps that's why he's disappeared? If the secret police or military knew where he was, they'd grab him. He's a ringleader in this trouble.'

  'What about the two SES agents, those girls, where have they got to?' Miles asked, slumping down in his chair and reaching for the glass of lime and soda standing on his paper-strewn desk.

  In the last twenty-four hours the discontent that had been simmering for months had suddenly erupted. Demonstrations in the capital had created a heightened sense of tension but more alarming were the unconfirmed reports that there was fighting in the more remote parts of the country. It seemed the desert nomad chieftains had gathered their forces and attacked some outlying military garrisons.

  'They were last seen with that guide they hired. Dodgy looking character, some minor chieftain, or so he claims. I think they've gone down to the old harbour.'

  'Right, there's nothing to be done here. I can't stand being stuck inside this place with the bloody air-conditioning broken. We might as well take a drive out and see what's going on.'

  Half an hour later Miles and his assistant climbed out of their Daimler which they had parked alongside the BMW they recognised as the car the SES agents had hired. They found the two girls sitting on the quayside alongside their guide. All three were eating ice creams and gazing out over the shimmering water.

  'So this is where you've been hard at work!' Miles said sarcastically.

  'He's gone,' the blonde girl announced matter-of-factly.

  'Who? Auda? How?' Miles took off his Panama hat and dragged his fingers through his hair. He could feel the perspiration pouring off him. His lightweight cotton suit was fine for indoors, but out here in the heat he could feel it clinging to him. It was impossibly hot yet somehow the Arab, Fiezal, looked cool and calm in his traditional flowing robes and headdress. The girls looked pretty relaxed too, but then their work clothes seemed more minimalist and he found it difficult to avoid gazing at them. To his embarrassment he felt his cock stiffening and faced with what two such deliciously fit and alluring female bodies were wearing, it was hardly surprising, he consoled himself.

  The blonde girl had on a mid-thigh length denim skirt that was slashed up one leg to her hip and a denim shirt whose sleeves were rolled back and which was knotted at her waist and only half buttoned up, so her black lace bra was easily discernible. The dark haired girl had her height accentuated by high-heeled boots and had an olive green mini skirt and a tight white crop-top that left her taut stomach exposed.

  'You should be careful in this country with how you dress, girls,' Miles cautioned, seeing that they both had become aware of how he was staring at them.

  'Our guide has four armed men at the end of the quay and as long as we're with him there's absolutely no problem. Besides which, we do know how to look after ourselves,' answered the blonde girl tersely.

  'I'm sure that's what Miss Farquerson thought. So did you say that you thought that Auda had gone? Do you mean as in left the country? I don't see how, we've been watching the airport and the border crossings. Unless he trekked across the desert...' Miles suggested.

  'He left by his own private boat from here, and he took with him two girls and a young man. They're bound for Karunga.'

  'Oh my God!' Miles exclaimed. 'I'd better alert London.'

  'We've already done so,' the blonde girl smiled smugly, 'Karunga!' Miles moaned. 'This is terrible.'

  'Cheer up Miles,' the blonde girl held out her ice cream for him. 'Even as we talk, a rescue helicopter is being loaded with a team of our toughest soldiers. If they can intercept the boat before it reaches Karunga, chances are we'll rescue her. Fancy a lick of my ice-cream?'

  Miles, who had been gazing out at the sea looked at the girl and saw her beaming him a smile. Well, perhaps today was going to turn out to be okay after all, he thought to himself.

  'Where's the helicopter flying from?' he asked.

  'Well, we're lucky; we had a team of marines training in the West Congo. With a bit more luck they'll intercept the boat before it gets to the slave fort.'

  'But what if they get there first?' Miles asked, taking another lick from the ice cream the girl held out to him.

  'Well in that case, we can say goodbye to another SES girl, poor thing.'

  The blonde girl shook her head sadly, then pushing herself down from the stone wall where she was sat, her face brightened.

  'Anyone fancy a drink?' she asked.

  * * *

  Giant moths darted towards, then veered away from the naked flames of the torches that the men held aloft. The unseen monkeys in the high treetops screeched, calling to each other. There had been a sudden downpour of heavy rain that had ended as abruptly as it had begun. Now the dense foliage dripped incessantly and the sand under Zoe's bare feet was cool and damp while the air against her bare skin was still so hot the perspiration ran in rivulets down her body.

  She followed Auda, her legs weak with fear, her body trembling with nerves as he led her by a leather leash fastened to the collar about her neck. Her arms were drawn tightly behind her back, her wrists bound repeatedly with rope. As she followed him along the narrow path that trailed away from the beach the sand underfoot became strewn with foliage and occasionally she winced as something sharp dug into the soles of her feet. From all around her the men stared, leering and plainly amused by her distress. Their shadowy faces were lit by the torches, whose flames danced in the breeze and gave off the smell of paraffin. In the orange flickering light that punctuated the absolute darkness of the jungle night they looked as ferocious a
nd intimidating as any savages that her imagination could conjure. Some indeed were plainly indigenous natives, wearing only loincloths and animal skins, their sinewy bodies practically naked and long spears and blowpipes held in their hands. Others were Europeans, unkempt in old military jackets and combat fatigues, rifles or machine guns slung over their shoulder. The path climbed higher and the trees closed in obscuring the night sky completely. They came to a high stone wall and the path ended facing a pair of gates set into the moss covered stone. The gates were swung open and Auda tightening his grip on the leash, led Zoe forwards.

  Behind her the gates slammed shut with an ominous hollow thud and she glanced back to see two bare broad shouldered men slide a beam of wood across the gates to seal them closed. The men watched her silently as Auda jerked the leash forcing her to stumble after him. The leather felt heavy around her neck and was beginning to chafe her throat. Her shoulders ached from her arms being drawn behind her and she desperately wished that she were anywhere except for this horrible place.

  Reaching the veranda of a log cabin they were greeted by a man who Auda knew and the two exchanged pleasantries while Zoe stood obediently at heel. The man, Jose Delgardo, was the commander of the bandits who ran the slave market. Zoe guessed him to be Spanish and she was surprised at his appearance. In her imagination she had conjured some foul mouthed, swaggering and evil looking figure but Delgardo was a slim, clean-shaven, calmly spoken man of early middle age. Dressed in high black leather boots, beige combat trousers and a crisp white cotton shirt, he looked more like some Latin American ranch owner than an African bandit. After a brief conversation with Auda he led them inside. Zoe was ordered to stand where there was a solid iron hook fixed to one of the timbers that formed the wall. Auda looped the leash over the hook and tied it in a knot. Whilst the two men then settled themselves into rattan chairs and Auda was given iced coffee, Zoe was forced to remain standing, tethered by her collar to the wall. She knew better than to make any complaint and waited in sullen silence, listening to the men's conversation. They were calmly discussing the forthcoming sale of a commodity of some worth. The item in question had already attracted much interest on the open market and a good price at auction was expected. The item in question was herself.

  'Will you stay for dinner tonight?' Delgardo asked Auda, offering him a cigar, which the Arab declined.

  'I will return to my boat, but thank you for the kind invitation. The auction tomorrow is set for what time?'

  'Noon. Some clients are here already and the rest are expected in the morning. The girl looks in good condition; she could make you a decent price. There's been plenty of interest.'

  As he spoke Delgardo wandered across to where Zoe stood tethered. She caught the strong smell of his cigar and then the smell of his aftershave as he approached her. Her instinct was to shy away but the leather collar tight around her neck reminded her that escape or even momentary evasion of his hands was futile. She stood trying not to show her fear as he ran a hand over her, appraising her just as if she was a commodity for purchase like some racehorse.

  'Pretty hair, though of course the blondes still as a rule fetch the better prices.'

  'Naturally,' Auda agreed. 'I myself prefer them.'

  Zoe shot him a glance, thinking of Vanessa, probably now lying sunbathing on the deck of his boat, her mane of blonde hair spread across the deck, her slender limbs sun drenched and relaxed, while Zoe was trapped here.

  'What nationality are your parents?' Delgardo demanded, lifting her face by her chin so that she was forced to look directly at him.

  'My mother is Spanish, my father British.'

  'I thought I detected Spanish blood; your skin, your face, your eyes... yes, you're a very beautiful young woman. How long have you been a slave?'

  'I am not a slave! I'm employed by the British Secret Service and when they find that I am being held here, then God help you and everyone in this hell hole!'

  Zoe expected the man to respond angrily or perhaps to laugh scornfully but he did neither. He merely allowed a faint smile to play across his lips then he stroked his hand down over her shoulder and let his fingers lightly feel the weight of her breast. Zoe felt herself blush madly, she'd never felt so humiliated. He had not only managed to completely ignore her tirade but he continued to treat her as nothing more than something for his inspection. Worse, by now turning his attention blatantly to her breasts, he was reminding her of why she was being turned into a slave. Now, what she said or thought mattered not in the least. Her only worth now was reflected in how she appealed physically. It was her body that these men wanted and the collar around her neck and the rope around her wrists reminded her that what she didn't give willingly to them, they could take by force if it pleased them. She could try to convince herself that she was still an abducted British Government employee but the hard truth was that tomorrow at noon she was to be sold as a sex slave.

  'Auda, might I suggest we make a few adjustments to her appearance for the auction?'

  'What have you in mind, Jose?'

  'Her sex lips are excellent, very full, we should draw more attention to them. Perhaps some judicious shaving?'

  'Agreed. Anything else?'

  Zoe forced herself not to squirm as the man toyed with her sex. She gasped as he trapped her clitoris between two fingers and examined it

  'Let's weight this overnight, a little stretching will improve it.'

  'Certainly.'

  'Her body weight is fine but I think nevertheless we'll leave her without food from now and we can administer an enema in the morning. Her legs should be shaved as well. I was wondering about her breasts, a good oiling I think and a discreet twist of fine wire around her nipples to keep them nice and hard. From where the bidders will be sat they'll not notice it and the effect is very pleasing.'

  'Anything else?'

  'How will she behave on the day? Have you taught her to keep her mouth shut or will she need to be gagged?'

  'Perhaps you should ask her that yourself,' Auda smiled.

  The man turned back to Zoe and raised an inquisitive eyebrow.

  'Well my dear? Are you properly trained? Or are you going to have to be gagged?'

  Zoe glared at the man and fought down her anger. She tried to imagine herself dressed and acting as an SES agent, turning the tables on him, making him beg, making him see how she really was... she struggled to build the image in her mind but she found that she couldn't. She was naked, bound and helpless. These men controlled her now and a voice somewhere in her mind said that perhaps as long as she got sexual satisfaction, was fed and got to sleep in a bed at night, then what more did she really need? She was still trying to force down this insidious voice in her head that was undermining her own self-esteem when the man broke the silence.

  'I think we'll play safe and gag you.'

  Before she could try to persuade him to change his mind he swung on the heel of his boot and walked away from her. She watched him ring a small brass bell on a desk and a moment later another man appeared.

  'This one is to go to cell number four. Take her to the preparation room first though and prepare her for a shave. If she gives you any trouble gag her and drug her but don't mark her skin. If anyone so much as scratches an inch of her skin I'll have him flayed alive and thrown to the crocodiles! Understood?'

  'Yes, commander.'

  Zoe looked imploringly at Auda as she was led by her leash from the room. The Arab though was no longer even looking in her direction but was engaged in conversation with Delgardo.

  She allowed herself to be taken docilely to the preparation room but once inside and faced with a bench adorned with straps, she remembered her time at the hands of Stonefield and his accomplices. She felt a surge of panic that made her try to retreat the way she'd been led.

  'Come on now you bitch, don't give me any trouble!'

  The man tightened his grasp on the leash and pulled her forwards. The two dark skinned young girls who were in the room g
rinned as they saw the expression of panic on Zoe's face.

  'Give me a hand girls. She's to be shaved.'

  The two girls moved forward. They both looked to be no more than teenagers; dressed in the shortest black skirts imaginable and skimpy black T-shirts that came down only far enough to cover their young breasts. Their slim arms were adorned with numerous bracelets that jangled as they hurried to the man's assistance.

  'No, let me go! Please...'

  Zoe looked beseechingly from one to the other as they helped the man bring her across to the bench. The girls laughed and said something to the man in a language that Zoe didn't comprehend. The man answered in the same tongue and as they chatted they dragged her down onto the bench. The rope around her wrists was untied, the man grasped her arms and she was pulled onto her back across the bench. Two thin ropes were fed through the ring clasp on Zoe's collar and then pulled taut in opposite directions. A second later Zoe found that she was held down and couldn't lift her head or chest up because the collar around her neck was now held down securely.

  With the man holding her arms still, the girls fastened broad leather cuffs around her wrists and a moment later her arms were pinned down either side of her head.

  'We are going to shave you. If you struggle it will be difficult and for you it's better that you keep still, understand?'

  She nodded dumbly as one girl bent over her as she spoke, her soft young hand caressing her breasts, her mouth close to Zoe's face, her eyes watching for her reaction.

  The other girl brought an earthenware bowl to the bench and proceeded to lather Zoe's legs, starting at her ankles and working upwards. When she ordered her to bend her legs so she could do underneath, Zoe complied. Soon the other girl was working with a razor and it was not until Zoe felt the blade high up her thighs that she tried nervously to lift her head and see what was happening.