Chapter 13
"Ah, my poor Julie," whispered Sylvia.
Julia burst into uncontrollable sobs as one of the guards gave her a push inside the door and sent her reeling across the room towards the big desk, where stood her three friends, still as naked as she was. Even in her pain, she noticed with sympathy the red-wealed buttocks of Sylvia and Margaret.
"There, sweetie," murmured Sylvia, turning to take her into her arms, unmindful of Hakim or of his friend perched on the side of the desk.
"Well-what do you say?" asked Hakim.
"I shall take these two." The man came over to look at Julia's wealed back. He lifted the injured breast roughly and grinned as she cried out with pain. "Yes this. And this one." He gave Margaret a hard slap on her sore buttocks, bringing a stifled sob of pain from her. "The other two-well, I'll think about it."
"Now then-the price."
For the next fifteen minutes the four girls stood listening to them haggling in Arabic. Finally, both beaming, they shook hands.
"Let me see-it's Margaret French and Julia Dawson, isn't it? Mrs. Julia Dawson. This is your new masterI think he 'has some little thing he wants of you, Mrs. Dawson. Call it your first act as a proper slave. My friend here suddenly realized he has never actually seen a woman being flogged-the cane, or sometimes a whip he has always used himself, but not such an ambitious whipping as you received this afternoon. He's pleased with you-he enjoyed it. So much so, that he wants to reward you." Hakim got up and came round to pull the weakened Julia over to the desk. She had not even the strength to struggle as she was bent across it, the whole of her scalding back and buttocks displayed to the man who had just bought her.
"He's going to fuck you, Mrs. Dawson-he wants to do it this way so that he can look down at the marks of your punishment while he is fucking you."
Weakly, Julia tried to struggle away, but she had not a chance.
"Aw, leave the kid alone-you want to kill her?" Sylvia suddenly flared. "Haven't you done enough to her for one day?"
"And that, my fiery little red-head, gets you ten strokes of the whip tomorrow morning!"
The "client" swiftly divested himself of his clothing and stood naked behind the bent Julia, big, darkskinned prick throbbing inches from her welted bottom.
She jerked and groaned as a hand was thrust between her thighs, the fingers forcing their way into the softness of her vulva.
"Her cunt is as dry as the desert!"
The watching girls shuddered with revulsion as he spat on his fingers and rubbed it against Julia's sex. Hakim holding her legs apart.
Julia moaned with pain as her breasts were pressed hard against the top of the desk. She yelled her pain as hands grasped her desperately sore buttocks and dragged them apart, exposing her anus.
"Would you like to bottom-fuck her? Or do you prefer the old-fashioned way?"
"Both. But now I want to fuck her cunt-they say a good whipping makes a woman sexy."
He grasped Julia's hips, the glans of his penis nosing under her buttocks and in between her thighs, to nuzzle at the soft opening of her vagina. She tried to pull away, but he held her, Hakim lending his weight on her beaten shoulders. Sadistically, the man looked down at the stripes of her punishment and rubbed his hand straight down her back, grinning when she sobbed with pain. He reached under her and found the sore right breast, making her yelp again as he squeezed.
"Aw, no-this is too much!" Sylvia jumped forward and belted the back of her hand across Hakim's surprised face. "You sadistic pigs! You lousy fucking bastards! Leave the girl alone!"
Her wrist was grabbed in a vice and held.
"Twenty strokes of the whip!" Hakim said as imperturbly as though he were asking for a cup of tea.
"No, Sylvie-go back, dear," sobbed Julia. "Let him do it. Don't say any more, or they'll kill you!"
Julia spread herself, stretching her legs wide, pushing her bottom out and lifting on to her toes, opening herself to the big prick that throbbed between her thighs.
"Go on, damn you-get it over with," she grated.
"I hope you get a double rupture doing it...OOOPH! Oooh...God!"
He had dragged back on her hips and belted his prick straight up her. In and out of her vagina he pistoned his black, fleshy shaft, fucking her like a dog fucking a bitch. She screamed as he suddenly scraped his beard across the weals on her back and his hands came up to punish her breasts. The pain maddened her.
Then, through pain-filled eyes, she saw the gleaming silver paper knife, resting close to her clenched fists on the desk. Her heart hammered even more wildly! she hesitated, screamed again as the beard tortured her back.
In a blaze of rage and pain, she grabbed the sharp paper knife, twisted with the fury of desperation, dislodging the thrusting prick, and plunged the knife to the hilt between the brown ribs.
There was a choked, gurgling cry; he stiffened, hands starting to come up to the punctured rib-cage. Then the eyes rolled back, blinked to brief awareness again, focused with shocked disbelief, then the whites showed and he slumped to the floor.
There was a deathly hush in the room for the space of several seconds, as they all looked down at the dead Arab, the shining knife sticking out of his ribs, a globule of blood just beginning to well up.
There was an Arabic oath from Hakim. He pulled open a drawer of the desk and pulled out a pistol. He turned, levelled it at the horrified Julia and a thunderous explosion shook the room. Then everything happened at once.
Sylvia screamed and rushed wildly towards Julia to find her still staring at Hakim, who was hurled back wards as though a giant hand had lifted and thrown him. He hit the chair and slowly slid to the ground, blood welling up from a hole in his chest.
Then the four dazed girls looked round to see the doctor standing in the doorway, a smoking Smith and Wesson .32 in her hand.
She walked into the room, still with that unreadable expression on her face.
"Well, girls-the show's over. You can all go home."
Behind her came Ricky, one of the nurses and two of the men in green, all armed.
"What-what happened?"
"Interpol," the doctor said briefly. "Incidentally, I am qualified and I was never struck off. We've known about his little caper for some time, but could never get anything on him." She shrugged and smiled that faint smile of hers. "Now I have enough to hang him and I don't need it." She looked at Julia. "I'm sorry about your flogging, dear, but I couldn't do much about it. I was getting it all down on tape-I've had this office bugged for quite a while."
She went over and examined the two Arabs.
"Both dead-well, it'll save a lot of trouble. And you don't have to worry about killing that one, either, Mrs. Dawson. You'll have the thanks and gratitude of a lot of people-including Interpol."
"But what about all those other guards -men as well as women?"
"Well, the ones with me here are all members of Interpol-the rest are being taken care of by the local police force. That was what I had to wait for-I had arranged this coup. If only he had held off your flogging until tomorrow, you would have got away with a whole skin."
Then she really smiled. "But I Should think you'll count it worth while, eh? Your skin will soon heal. If you wish, you can stay at the hospital-with proper treatment-until you feel well enough. In the meantime, I'll make some arrangements about getting you all home-and hundreds of other people all over the world."
Even as the four naked girls walked away, the nightmare was fading as light started to come back into their world again.
"You know, Sylvie," murmured Julia later. "I kept having awful nightmares-except for last night-about all this. I used to keep waking up dreaming that someone was flogging me, flogging me, all the time-lashing me into slavery."
"Well, I hate to make a horrible pun at your expense, sweetie," smiled Sylvia, "But I should say you have just been lashed out of it!"