Chapter 3
They woke the following morning to the staccato rapping of a cane on the table and opened their eyes to see two of their new female guards, one banging her cane and the other standing just inside the door.
The rapping continued as they tumbled out of their beds; Cynthia's friend was a little slower than the others and received a sharp cut of the cane on the bare backside as she got out.
"Everybody outside! Quickly, now!"
Sylvia reached for her dress, but had it snatched from her hand and tossed on the floor.
"What about clothes?"
"You won't need clothes -and get those knickers off." The big negress looked round at the others. "I want you all outside-naked!"
Knowing better than to argue, Sylvia slipped off her panties and Julia followed suit. Margaret had a slightly more embarrassing manoeuvre to get out of panties, brassiere and suspender-belt.
"This is awful," whispered Margaret as they went out into the hot sun. "I've always felt a little more secure with something on since I landed in this fix." She kept one arm thrown across her beautiful, high-set breasts and a hand covering her pubic mount.
The six of them were lined up at one end of the hut, with their backs to it. Julia and Sylvia groaned and crossed their arms in front of them as the two guards paused in front of them, their eyes glinting at the nude beauty of the white women.
Julia, on one end of the line, had a hand planted in her chest to be sent staggering back against the wall. Frightened, she looked round wildly to see what was going to happen to her.
"No!" she yelped, when she saw a third grinning wardress with a long hose attached to a fawcet at the end of the hut. She instinctively tried to escape, but was shoved back again.
Stand still-unless you want the skin taken off your backside!"
She cowered back against the wall as the other guard aimed the hose at her. Shuddenly, an icy jet of water hit her right between her shaking breasts. She gasped and brought her arms up.
"Keep your arms at your sides!"
She dropped her arms and the hose played all over her naked body. It dropped to her stomach, then down to her thighs and legs, then up again. The powerful jet was concentrated on each of her breasts for long, agonizing seconds, hurting the tender nipples. It went up to her neck and splashed briefly over her face, filling her mouth.
"Now open your legs-wide!"
Fearfully, her legs parted.
"Much wider than that-let's see your cunt!"
Squirming with shame and discomfort, Julia obeyed, crying out a moment later as the ice blast of water was directed between her thighs, hitting her sex squarely. Just when she thought she could stand it no longer, the hose was switced off and she was told to turn her back.
Once again, she felt the cold jet ,this time playing over her back, working down over her jutting bottom and down the backs of her legs.
"Bend over, now-legs open!"
Julia shuffled her feet apart and bent over, to have a jet of the ice-cold water force its way between her buttocks, numbing the anus.
Dripping water, she was made to fall back in line while Sylvia was put through the some ordeal One by one, all six underwent 'the water torture,' before being herded back into the hut. There, they found food, in the form of bread, fruit and black coffee which had been placed on the table.
by that time, all were thoroughly dry except the last girl to be hosed and before starting breakfast, they reached for their clothes. Again, they were stopped.
"From now on all you coloureds just wear your drawers-and that's only so you don't give any men around ideas by letting them see your cunts." She turned to Sylvia and stroked a big, meaty hand over one of her breasts. "You whites can dress-we don't want the sun tanning that lovely white flesh and cutting the price. Besides -white skin shows up welts better!"
After breakfast, Julia, Sylvia and Margaret were separated from the others and marched across the compound. Now they could see the whole lay-out of their prison and what they saw looked far more grim than any part of Cynthia Briggs's island, including the whipping-post in the clearing.
It was bounded on all four sides by high walls with spiked tops; one of the walls was split by two huge wooden gates, through which they had come after leaving the lorries.
On one side of the compound stood six of the huts in which they were quartered, with several larger buildings of a similar type at right angles to them. Opposite was the largest structure of all, running almost the entire length of the wall. It was towards this that they were heading, to be halted some twenty or thirty yards before they reached it. Now they stood in front of the most frightening object in the whole compound.
"Take a good look, white women," grinned one of their guards. "You'll be seeing it in use often enough."
"I hope it won't be long before they are trying it out for themselves," said the other. She had a much lighter skin than the almost black negress, though still having the broad nose and thick lips of that type.
They were looking at a huge triangle of gleaming chromed steel, mounted on a three-foot high platform. At each corner of the triangle hung stout leather straps with buckles. Even if they had not known it was a type of restraint used in penal floggings, they could not have failed to guess what it was there for.
"I'd much rather take Cynthia's whipping-post," gulped Sylvia. "At least one could have one's legs closed while they were being whipped."
They were moved on towards what proved to be the Sheik's living quarters, into a wide, cool hallway, hung with expensive tapestries and brass and copper brica-brac of Eastern origin.
The negress knocked on a door at the far end of the hall and went in, leaving her mate to guard the three girls.
"Are we allowed to ask what happens now?" Sylvia asked diffidently.
"You're not allowed anything! Besides-you'll soon find out."
"I'm scared," whispered Margaret.
"That makes three of us!"
The negress came out and motioned them to go inside. The decoration of the room was similar to the hall, except that the big desk and other functional things such as chairs, couches, radio and electric fan were European. The Sheik himself dominated the room as he stood with folded arms in front of the desk.
The three white women were lined up before him, a guard standing at each end. He waved a hand.
"You may go-I think I can handle three women by myself!" he grinned. "I'll call you when I'm ready."
When the guards had gone, the big man leaned back on the desk and surveyed them in silence for a while. Then he beckoned to Sylvia to step forward.
"Strip!"
Sylvia hesitated and he reached behind him and picked up a short cane. "Strip-naked!"
She hesitated no longer, but unfastened the zipper at her waist and pulled the dress off over her head. All three saw his eyes gleam as they fastened on her bear breasts, since she still wore nothing except her panties under her dress. A little more slowly, she wriggled out of the tight panties and drew them down her shapely legs, showing her full, thrusting bottom to the two girls behind her and her exciting, red-haired mount to Hakim.
He kept her standing for a long time like that, feasting his eyes on her nakedness, before telling her to turn round.
"I always like to inspect our white merchandise," he told them, his eyes running up and down her back and dwelling on her buttocks. "So that I know exactly what I am selling."
Sylvia stood facing her two companions, now, her head averted, as Hakim came closer and ran his hands over back and bottom.
"Hm-only a faint pinkness across your back from that stroke you got aboard the yacht. Still-we can soon alter that, can't we?"
Margaret and Julia saw Sylvia screw her face up in disgust as the big hands pinched and kneaded the softly rounded flesh of her buttocks. She gasped as a finger slipped into the deep, warm cleft and prodded at her anus.
She was made to face him again and open her legs while his hand went between her thighs to fondle and probe the tender softness of her sex. He furthered her shame by crouching to look directly up between her thighs, his fingers parting the lips of her vulva.
Her breasts were investigated, then, and he grinned evilly as he kept tweaking and pinching the nipples, forcing them into relucant erection.
Sylvia's eyes swam with tears and she kept blinking to keep them from spilling over, when he finally told her to stand to one side. He looked from Margaret to Julia, finally pointing to Margaret.
"You next."
With a stifled sob, Margaret stepped forward. Hers was an even worse ordeal than Sylvia's had been to start with. Getting her dress off was only the beginning; she had a bra to remove, panties, suspenders had to be unclasped from stockings, the stockings rolled down her long, well-shaped legs; high heeled shoes were kicked off, suspender-belt was removed.
The eyes of the sheik were upon her the whole time, not missing even the tiniest embarrassed wriggle as each article of clothing was removed. When she finally stood naked and blushing, her full, high breasts thrust out nakedly, the big Arab applauded.
"Charming! Charming! I think I shall have you four white girls wear your full set of underthings-it is so much more interesting to watch you strip."
Then Margaret was subjected to the same examination that Sylvia had suffered, the big dark hands wandering all over her white body, invading the most secret places. Before he had finished with her, Margaret was crying openly.
"If you are crying after a mere inspection, what are you going to be like after you've been caned or whipped -as you will be sooner or later?"
He made her stand beside Sylvia and turned to Julia. Julia's flesh crawled at the thought of having those hands pawing her, but she had decided to strip quickly and get it over with.
She removed her dress and panties and kicked off her shoes, standing naked before him. Julia had very white skin and very dark hair, making a striking contrast, enhanced by the two large splashes of colour on her big, but firmly up-tilted breasts.
She stood with her fists clenched, biting her lower lip as her body was violated by the probing, seeking fingers, parting her legs when told to do so and fighting down an urge to bring her knee up into his face as he crouched in front of her, thick fingers prising open the pink lips of her sex, to look at the inner softness. She gasped and almost closed her legs as his fingers touched her large, sensitive clitoris. He grinned at her.
"I shall have to remember that!"
She, too, was made to turn and have her bottom examined, the cheeks being pulled open and a finger poked at her tight anus.
"All right-you can dress, now. All three of you should fetch a record price."
They picked their Clothes up off the floor and began to dress. Sylvia had her panties half way up her thighs when he interposed a hand between them. Sylvia looked up in alarm and saw his eyes focussed on her red thatch of pubic hair.
"Not you-get them off again."
Trembling in fear of what might be going to happen to her next, Sylvia obeyed and stood holding the panties in the hope that she might be putting them back on again after he had taken another look at her. Then her heart thumped wildly.
Calmly, as though he were alone in the room, Hakim unbuckled his belt and dropped his white slacks, stepped out of them and threw them over a chair. All three girls gasped in horror at sight of the huge black penis that stuck out in semi-erection from beneath his shirt. He turned back towards Sylvia, big prick swaying, and snatched the panties from her fingers. A large dark hand closed over her upper arm and she was dragged over to the desk.
Sylvia's buttocks came in contact with the edge of the desk and she was forced backwards. He leaned over her, pushing a knee between her thighs, parting them enough to get his other knee in to force them wide. His massive penis was now rampant and lying like a great black torpedo up along her quaking belly.
Her panic-srticken face twisted away from the thick, brutish lips and Julia and Margaret saw the terror in her eyes. Julia started forward, but Sylvia shook her head and waved her back. There came a visible relaxing of her body and her legs widened of their own accord as her arms went about the big Sheik.
He grinned, his hands shifting down to the American woman's buttocks as he drew back and thrust his prick between her thighs. She gasped as the fat, bared glans touched her cringing sex, but held herself open.
Julia nudged the almost petrified Margaret and they headed quietly for the door.
"Come back here!" roared Hakim. "Stand there and watch your friend get the best fucking she's ever had! See-she wants it! Look how she's holding herself open for my prick." He looked down at the white-faced Syvia. "Now that little red-haired cunt of yours is going to get a real prick up it."
His hips jerked forward and Sylvia screamed with pain as the great shaft of hard flesh was driven into her in one brutal lunge. He gave her no chance to recover from the first onslaught; even while her body was still rigid from the pain of the first thrust, he was withdrawing to plunge the next one up her agonized passage.
She cried out again as he forced his way into her vagina and Margaret and Julia stood trembling as they watched the beautiful red-head being brutalized by the huge Arab.
He tore in and out of her now, his ham-like hands holding Sylvia's naked bottom-cheeks like two melons, jerking her up to meet him each time he penetrated her. Her head was thrown back, tears running from her closed eye-lids, her mouth open and slack under her slobbering kisses.
Backwards and forwards black male loins rode between snowy female thighs, black penis battering a way up into the tight heat of a ravaged vagina.
"Lovely white meat to fuck," he muttered, giving her another deep thrust. "Take it, white slave!"
Then he gave Sylvia the most brutal thrust of all, knocking the breath from her body, as he sagged, jerking, on top of her. She squealed as he bit the side of her neck and she felt the thick, hot jets of semen spurting into her belly.
Suddenly, her eyes opened wide, and, with a soft gasp, her arms slid about his neck and her legs came up to lock themselves about his hips, her body jerking uncontrollably under him, as she reached an unlookedfor, but shattering orgasm.
Then her arms slid limply to her sides and her legs fell from about his hips; she lay back across the desk, breasts heaving, the nipples still passion-red and erect.
He withdrew from her and turned away indifferently, leaving her where she lay. He picked up his trousers, pulled out a handkerchief, wiped his glistening penis, then drew the trousers on. As he was buckling his belt, Sylvia roused herself enough to turn over and slide off the desk.
She stood swaying on shaky legs, milky spunk, mixed with streaks of blood, oozing from her open slit and running down the insides of her thighs. Julia picked up her panties and put an arm about her quivering body.
"Let me help you get your panties on, dear," she whispered. "We'll clean you up when we..."
"I'll tell her when she can dress!" Hakim pressed a buzzer on his desk and the two guards came back. He jerked a thumb in the direction of a door behind the desk. "Give her a douche-I don't want her pregnant."
With a joyful grin, the big negress grabbed Sylvia by the arm and hauled her away, while the other ushered Margaret and Julia out of the room and back across the compound.
Cynthia, Moolah and Lala were lounging on their beds when they got back, but all three sat up with anxious eyes when they saw the two grim faces.
"What-what was it-a flogging?"
Julia sat on her bed and held her head in her hands, deaf to Cynthia Briggs's enquiry.
"What's happened-have they whipped her, or something?" asked Lala.
"No-she might have preferred a whipping to what she did get," said Margaret quietly.
Julia looked up, her eyes wet. "That-that great beast-he-he raped her!"
"Where is she now?"
"One of those-those monsters they call women..."
"Ssshh, Julia," Margaret warned. "I think the other one is only just outside the door."
"What the hell'.They'll do whatever they want with us, anyway. The blackest one-she took her away somewhere to give her a douche." Julia shuddered in remem brance of the scene. "He-he made us stand and watch while he did it to her. He was huge-he must have nearly killed her."
"The whole thing was a nightmare," said Margaret. "He made us strip one at a time and we had to stand while he pawed us all over. It was when we started to dress again that he took poor Sylvia."
The door opened and Sylvia came in; she walked slowly on slightly splayed legs over to her bed and threw herself on it. Then, her head on her arms, she burst into tears.
Julia went to her and sat on the side of the bed, an arm about her shaking shoulders until the tears had ceased to flow.
Sylvie," she whispered. "Are you all right, dear? Is there anything we can do?"
"No-I'll be all right," Sylvia sniffed, pulling herself together and sitting up. "I'll live! And it's for sure I won't have a baby-the negress saw to that! It was almost as bad as what he did to me! Oh, well, I suppose that's the penalty for having red hair with guys like him around."
"Red hair?"
"Sure-it's not because he thought I was nicer than you two! Those guys have a thing about red hair-they dye their hair red when they go to Mecca. Isn't it something in their religion that makes it lucky or holy to have red hair? It wasn't lucky for me, and that's for sure!"
"Poor Sylvie."
"Yeah-pass my smokes, Julie, I could use one." Sylvie handed them round and lay back, exhaling a cloud of smoke. "I feel better already. I hope for your sakes he doesn't decide to try you out-that prick of his is a monster! I thought he was trying to get it into my mouth-up through my stomach! I'm as sore as heck down there!"
"Sylvia," Julia whispered. "There was some blood running down your thighs with the-the other stuff."
"Was there? I was too gone to notice, but I'm not surprised."
"Shouldn't we find out if there's somebody around qualified to see if you're all right?"
"Now-I'll slip a hankie under my panties. It'll only be a little tear. Don't worry about it." Then she smiled up at Julia affectionately. "And by the way, sugar-thanks for starting to pitch in on my account, but you scared me silly. If you hadn't taken any notice when I waved you back, you'd have been stripped and flayed at the bloody triangle before you could have said Franklin Delano Roosevelt! And I reckon getting myself fucked by that great hunk of an Arab was better than letting a woman be flogged half to death. You wouldn't have helped any, either."
"No, I realized that-I just saw red at the time."
"You know the worst part of it? The animal made me come! Right at the last moment-took me by surprise. I suddenly felt it hit me and there wasn't anything I could do about it. Right then, I hated me as much as I hated him! Well, it's over and done with, now -I just hope there won't be any repeat performances!"
"I've never thought about killing anybody before in my life, but I don't think I'd have the slightest compunction about wiping out the whole gang."
"I'm beginning to think it might not be so bad when they sell us-at least it can't be much worse than this." Sylvia looked over at Cynthia Briggs. "Cynthia-if we could get back to the old days on the island, I should never complain about being caned! I might even come along now and then to offer my bare bum for it!"
The woman smiled sourly but made no reply. Sylvia grinned suddenly.
"Be a queer twist of fate if you got sold to one of your own customers, wouldn't it?"
"Seriously, Cynthia," said Julia. "Couldn't you tell us what's likely to happen, where we're likely to go, after they sell us? It won't make any difference to you, now, will it?"
"I suppose not. I'm afraid I haven't much idea myself, though. I never asked what use they would be put to when I sold them-it wasn't my business."
"You must have had a pretty good idea, though."
"They went all over the world..."
"But mostly East?"
"I should think so. Some to brothels; some were sold to rich people who would probably keep them to indulge in whatever sexual inclinations they had. The richest always bought the most beautiful, of course, so they were certain to use them only for sex purposes, but many were bought as servants, who could also serve as sex partners. Men from out of the way tribes, especially from North Africa, used to buy girls for that purpose. Rich Sheiks used to like to buy a good-looking white girl to include in a harem from time to time."
"And I suppose most of the new masters beat their slaves?"
"I wouldn't know-I didn't ask them. I told youit wasn't any of my business." Cynthia obviously wanted to finish the conversation.
"Didn't you ever hear of what became to any of them afterwards?"
"None-I didn't ask for a progress report! I've told you all I know."
Food was brought in later by two very dark-skinned African girls with proud bearing and tall, well-developed bodies. They, like the Island girls, had been ordered to do, wore only brief panties, showing off their firm-fleshed, swaying breasts and strong, black satin thighs.
Later, the group from the Island were able to talk to them and discovered that there were six of these African girls left over from the last consignment. They were being utilised for menial tasks until a buyer could be found.
Hakim had been right in one thing, the toilet arrangements were better and they did not have the embarrassment of a male guard propping open the door. The lavatories were at the end of each hut and could be reached from the inside.
Except when their food was brought, they were left completely alone for the rest of that day, but whenever they looked through the window, there was always one or both of their guards sitting on the veranda outside the door.
Two different girls brought the last meal that night, one of them bearing the marks of a recent whipping across her back.
Julia asked where the other two were and found that these two did not speak very much English. However, the girls themselves conveyed what they meant very well, by one of them turning her back and thrust ing out her bottom, while the other drew lines across it with her forefinger, then pointed to the dark, healing weals on her companion's back.
"The cane, eh?" said Sylvia, patting her bottom.
The girl nodded and patted her own plump buttocks, then both of them scampered towards the door as the negress guard poked her head in and barked something at them in their own language.
"I wish I had the chance to lash a cane across that bitch's backside," muttered Sylvia, as the guard closed the door after the two girls. "That douche she gave me was murder! She made me kneel while she gave it to me-kept pushing the nozzle in and out like she was fucking me with it."
"I hope they're not allowed to get their filthy paws on us in private," said Margaret worriedly. "I'm sure they're all lesbians."
"The nearest you'll ever get to a guy with a pairs of tits and no cock! Butch lesbians, or dykes, we call 'em back in the States."
Lala had been walking up and down, clad only in her tight briefs and hig-heeled shoes, her shapely golden body gleaming with a soft sheen under the electric light. She stopped at the table and looked down at herself; she covered her firm, pear-shaped breasts with her hands for a moment, then lifted them and contemplated the large, dark nipples.
"That is what frightens me-being forced to walk around almost naked like this -us girls are just just..."
"Tempting them?" prompted Julia. "Something like that."
"She means they're sitting ducks for whatever takes their fancy," put in Sylvia. "That goes for all of us, except that your goods are a little more on dispay than ours, honey. And whether getting their little sex kicks with us is allowed or not, Maggie, won't make much difference, I'm afraid-which one of us would dare report it if we had a pass made at us? Even if k was against the rules and she got the sack, her mates would take the hide off the girl who reported her. And what do you figure would happen if she didn't get the sack?"
Leaving them with that grim thought, Sylvia undressed and climbed into bed.