Chapter 1
It was late in the day. I was trying to decide whether to stop at the Bahnhof where they served the best wurst in Berlin, or to go home and add a cup of water to a bowl of dried soup when she walked in.
She was beautiful, too beautiful for my dingy little office. She was wearing a dress that was not meant for anything other than evening. It molded every curve as it moved around her body. I didn't know what to look at first, the pointed nipples, the flat stomach, or the juncture of her legs that was so pronounced.
"Are you Mr. Duffy?" She asked in a sultry voice.
"Yea, what can I do for you?" Not bothering to get up to show good manners. That would be a waste of time with such a classy bitch. There was no way that I could impress her, so why try.
"I want you to find someone for me."
"You have the wrong person. I'm in the import and export business." I was disappointed hoping that our relationship would last a long time but she was in the wrong place.
"I know, but Herr Gerber told me to see you. He said that with your connections, you may be able to help."
Herr Gerber was an old acquaintance. We had helped each other from time to time. He was Berlin's liaison with Interpol.
"I don't know why he sent you to me. He knows what kind of business I'm in."
"He said that you had a lot of connections in North Africa, and that's what I need," she said, moving her legs to let a long expanse of naked thigh appear.
I looked over the top of my cluttered desk to get a better view. I couldn't tell if the dark area between her legs was shadow, panties, or dark hair. I heard only a little of what she was saying.
"I have reason to believe that my sister and three of her friends were kidnapped in Dakarto. At least that was where they were supposed to have gone on an assignment with a modeling agency. But nothing has been heard of them for two weeks." She leaned a little to one side, opening the top of the dress which seemed to fall apart in all directions at her command. She knew how to keep a man interested alright, but not in what she was saying.
"Maybe they took a short vacation or something. Two weeks in Europe isn't very long, so maybe she just forgot to tell somebody."
She saw my lack of interest in trying to find some dingy women. "But they said they were coming back soon so they could be here for the season. It's not like my sister to run off like that. She's too level headed to do something like that." Again she moved, opening her legs ever so slightly, arousing my curiosity about the dark area between her legs. I still could not see what was there. I moved to the front of the desk and stood a discreet distance away, hoping to get a better view. After all, it isn't often that a man past his prime gets a chance to see a beautiful hunk of woman in private.
I leaned against the desk. "Do you have anything to go on? Do you know they arrived in Dakarto? What did the modeling agency say? What did the police say? I would like to help, but it seems that there are any number of things you can do without coming to me."
She looked worried. "I've been every place I could think of. The modeling agency is no longer there and nobody knows where they went. The police said they would look into it when they have time but I'm afraid they may be too late."
"What can I do to help? I have no experience in that sort of stuff."
"I don't know, but I cannot sit still and just wait for something to happen. I'm willing to pay you. I don't have much money but I can make it worth your time to at least go there and see what you can," she said as she leaned forward, resting her hand on the middle of my thigh and letting the top of her dress fall open to reveal an awful lot of tit. I couldn't tell if the dark place was the top of her nipple or just a shadow. She had a way of making a man wonder.
"I'll give it a try, but no promises." I could resist the job but not her hand that moved closer to my now interested cock.
The four girls were indeed in Dakarto. They like many others before them were being trained as entertainers. It was easy to kidnap them and to fake their return to Germany. They were just the type Adhir needed for his stable.
Karen was the youngest. Only eighteen, she had developed a body that cried out for cuddling. It was the type that caused men to wonder which part they should put their hands on next. Her tits were somewhat larger than most models but they were just the thing when most of the buyers were men. Her ass looked like it should forever remain backed up against a nice hard cock. It would provide a lot of sensations. But now Karen wasn't thinking about modeling. She was concerned about the pain between her legs.
She had been spread-eagled in a deep dungeon that was well equipped for training women. Her arms had been stretched up and out to the sides, held there with chains that connected to soft leather cuffs on her wrists. Other chains pulled her legs out to the sides and kept them off of the floor. A steel bar was placed under her cunt in a horizontal position. It had been adjusted upward until the chains holding her legs were pulled tight. She could not pull herself upward to ease the pressure between her legs. She was not gagged since she saw what happened to others who talked or screamed, she remained quiet to avoid the awful gags.
Erika was more the classical model type. Calm, beautiful features, a long thin neck, legs possibly a little too long, but very shapely. She too was in a tormenting position. Her hands had been tied together, pulled up over her head and tied to a ring set in the wall in back of her. Her legs were tied at her ankles and knees holding them tightly together and bound to a ring at the base of the wall. The position itself would not have been so bad, but just below her waist was a foot thick board that had sharp nails sticking out of it. Erika had to stand with her hips pushed forward or the nails would penetrate the soft skin of her ass. She had always been very careful about changing her clothes in front of others. But now they threw her modesty to the winds. Her sparsely-covered cunt was sticking out for any one not only to look at but to stick fingers in if they so wished. She had only whispered a protest and they put a piece of adhesive tape across her mouth.
Trudle was pretty but could not be classified as beautiful. She had the perfect figure to be a lingerie model. Every curve was just where it was supposed to be and she did not mind showing it to the right people. She used her body to gain favors and thought that it was only proper since she enjoyed an overnight set to as well as anyone.
But now she was in misery. Her elbows were cuffed tightly behind her back. Her hands were also cuffed in soft leather but they were pulled toward the front and tied with ropes around her waist and up through her crotch. A round bar had been put between her arms and shoulders, then her feet were brought up backwards and tied to the ends of the bar. They had pulled them up so harshly that she was almost bent in two. Her hair was tied to keep her head back as far as it would go. Two chains connected to the ends of the bars and to the ceiling. She was hanging so that her tits were standing straight out and they had the chains close to the wall. To make matters still worse, her tender tits were pressing up against the rough stone wall. She was crying but not making a sound. She was willing to do anything they asked, they didn't have to treat her so cruelly.
The fourth girl, Fralka, was very attractive and also had a good figure for modeling. She too was often used as a lingerie model but she was embarrassed when the customers were men. She was not a virgin but she was still shy. Now they were training her to get over her shyness.
Her hands had been tied to her knees and her elbows to her upper thighs. Her legs had been pulled open and tied to rings in the floor. Two small stands had been put under her ass but she could not rest on them because they were filled with sharp pins. Nor could she lean forward because another stand had been put just in front of her tits. It also was saturated with pins.
In her bent forward position and open legs, both of her holes were not only visible but they stretched apart to provide easy access. She was moaning in agony from the stooped position. She was not gagged and like Karen was quiet.
"Good. I have a friend in Dakarto who will meet you there when you are ready to leave. I have already made arrangements with her to identify you by a brief case which I will loan to you." Her hand remained on my thigh not moving, but a twist of her shoulders opened the top of her dress to expose a lovely firm tit. No man could resist but there is always the thrill of a new conquest wherein the lady plays the role of aggressor. It does something to a man's ego.
I moved slightly closer to her by pretending to reach for my cigarettes. If she were really interested it would give her a chance to move her hand a little higher and closer to its target. It didn't move but there was still hope. I felt her press a bit harder, telling me without words that she wanted to touch me but she needed some sort of acknowledgement from me.
I put my hand around her neck and pulled her just a little closer. She moved and now the other tit came into view. I took hold of her hand, mumbling something about not to worry about her sister as I moved our hands closer to my cock, making sure that her hand was the one touching my leg.
Her face was only a couple of inches from my now hard tool. This was even better than a wurst. When I pulled her hand up so hard she could feel it, she did not object. I pulled her head closer, now within an inch. Her other arm disappeared for a second and she leaned back in the chair away from me. The dress fell away from her, exposing her lovely tits completely. Her cunt was covered with a tiny black lace triangle.
"Hurt me." She looked with pleading eyes and held the dress and legs open, pushing her cunt to the edge of the chair.
I reached down and jerked the cloth away. Her cunt was already wet. I grabbed her head and pulled it to my crotch. She opened it and took my cock into her willing mouth. When I had enough, I bent her forward over the desk and kicked her legs apart. She wanted to be used. I used her, ramming into her cunt and ass. When I finished, she didn't move from her splayed and vulnerable position.
There were two other girls in the dungeon cells of Adhir. Their situation was different. They had been in Dakarto for months with no way to escape. They went through the same training as the others but they refused to cooperate and were used by the sheik to satisfy his more physical customers.
After a night of being abused, they were chained in a small cell that had only a mat but any number of wall rings and chains. Helga was on her side. She could not sleep on her back or stomach because of the number of cuts she had received the night before. She was naked except for the steel bands around her ankles, wrists, and neck. The bands had been welded on to show her that she would be a slave for torment for as long as her body held together. After that she would be put into a cheap bordello until she was literally fucked to death. Now she was chained to the wall by her neck. She had only to sleep and wait for them to come for her to clean off her cuts and to give her some food.
Her cell companion was a very young girl who had also been greatly abused the night before but she was not whipped as Helga had been. Instead, they had tied her so that her ass was open and available the whole time they were whipping Helga. She was used each minute, by one then another. She was not moving although she was awake. She held her legs wide apart to ease the pain in her ass hole. She waited for Helga to open her eyes so she could talk to her. She didn't want to wake her up because sleep was too precious. It was about the only time they were not in agony. Isabelle waited quietly, after all there was nothing else she could do. She thought back to last night when she was the subject of Adhir's most uninhibited customers.
They had clipped her wrist bands to those on her ankles. Then they put a long bar between her legs to hold them grossly open. They hung her from the ceiling with a thick wide leather belt around her waist. She could be tilted in any direction she wished. There were eight men there who would take her and she knew it. It was just a matter of time before they were all ready. She had to watch as Helga was hung to be whipped and otherwise abused.
She had been stretched between four poles. She was facing the floor and trying to hold herself up off of the pins that were just under her hanging tits. She didn't pay much attention to the open legs since she knew Helga was really in pain trying to keep off of them. She wondered how long she could hold up. Poor Helga suffered so much.
The men stripped to their loin cloths. Each one found a whip which would suit his purposes. Adhir sat watching the activities. He was not too interested in having either one of them since he had a stable full of mild and willing slaves to tend to his needs. He used to take advantage of the situation but he did not like to take a girl who was so worn out and on top of that, he didn't care to get blood on himself which was always present in these situations.
Helga was doing a good job keeping herself clear of the pins but the very first lash of the whip was across her back. She instinctively moved away from the blow and her tits fell hard on the pins. She screamed in agony while still another lash struck her hard directly between her legs. Helga looked at her breasts which were spotted with tiny drops of blood. She vowed to herself that she would not give in to the whip, but the very next blow caused her once more to fall on the pins.
While Helga was suffering the whip, two men took Isabelle. One held her balanced in perfect position to have her ass fucked. She felt the cock go into her tiny hole. It was not the first time but each time they took her there they never made any preparations to help her. The hard dry cock rubbed against her tender skin. She cringed in pain but did not cry out. Another cock appeared at her lips. She was in no position to resist. She opened her mouth to get it over and done.
She had no choice in using her head because the man in her ass was standing still and moving her back and forth on the swing. She kept her mouth in a circle to accept the driving cock. She didn't think about what she was doing but only about how many more would take her before the night was over.
When the man shot his load into her mouth she just swallowed like she had done so many times before. She looked at Helga who by now had tits that were red with blood and her back and ass were cut from numerous whips. She couldn't see her cunt but she guessed correctly that it was also cut since that was the usual place men like to whip women. She too had been beaten there many times and each time was worse than the time before. Helga had fainted and they raised the chains to keep her tits off of the pins. A slave girl had put some medication on them to stop the bleeding and to prevent infection.
Isabelle remembered that she had to take all of the men by herself. Helga was in no position to help so all night long she hung from the chain being fucked in one of her holes. Not once did she get any pleasure from them. She considered it nothing more than something she had to do. She was soaked with cum before they finished with her.
It was still better than what they did to her the week before then. She recalled how they put a wooden bar between her legs. It had nails sticking out of it and they pressed into her skin. Her arms were tied to a bar that kept her arms stretched out to the sides. The bar was held in place by a most cruel method. Her hair was tied with string and her head pulled back until she thought her neck would break, then they tied the other end of the string to the wooden bar. The other end of the bar was tied with strings to her nipples.
If they had let her stand still it would not have been so bad but they whipped her legs to make her walk. If she stopped, they would whip her again. Her poor clit was punctured by one of the nails but instead of showing any mercy, they only laughed and suggested that it was not yet big enough to fuck so she didn't have to worry about being fucked by two men at the same time.
I picked up the brief case from Valentia's flat. It was an extensive place that was certainly made for a woman of good taste. She greeted me in a sexy black thing that would turn the heads of ancient monks.
When I didn't make a move toward her she started her games again, twisting this way and that so the damn thing would fall apart.
"You're hard to convince aren't you?"
"No, but you're too easy. Besides you don't really need it do you? With that body of yours I suppose you have enough studs chasing you around the room."
"But none of them treat me like a woman. I like rough treatment."
"What you need is a good solid spanking. You probably never had one before, have you?"
"No. Never. Do you want to do it to me?" Again the damn thing moved this time showing her full breasts. Only her cunt and long legs were hidden from view.
I took hold of her, sticking my hand between her legs and hooking a finger in her wet cunt. She whimpered when I pulled it up, making her stretch on her toes. I stuck my wet finger in her mouth, made her clean it clean, then picked up the brief case. My plane for Dakarto wouldn't wait. She would.
They came for the four girls, but only to give them a few minutes to stretch and to use their muscles that had been held so helpless in the past few hours.
They were not allowed to talk while they washed and had a light lunch. They were kept to themselves and now allowed to mingle with the other members of the household even though they saw many other girls walking about without chains. They wondered what they had to do to be free of their chains and have the run of the place.
Erika was once more taken out into the hot sun and placed naked into a spacious cage. They wanted her to have a nice tan to go along with her blond hair.
The other girls were not so fortunate. They were once again put into miserable bonds that strained every bone they had in their bodies. They had learned only to keep silent and to allow themselves to be tied with no resistance.
Trudle had her arms pulled over her head and then down in back. They had put a hook in her ass hole and tied it with chains to clamps around her wrists. It was the first time that they had used one of her holes. It was now a new training phase. She was on her knees which were strapped at her ankles and knees, holding them open. Karen was tied in the same position facing her. Their nipples had been tied with strings and then pulled toward each other to make their tits touch. They had to kneel without moving if they did not want to hurt themselves. They were not gagged but they dared not talk. They could only moan which they did because of the strain on the ass holes that before now had never been used.
Fralka was once again put in an embarrassing posture. She was on her shoulders and her legs had been pulled back to be strapped to the floor over her head. Her ass was sticking straight up in the air. She felt like her cunt was the highest part of her. Her arms were tied to her legs. She felt the humiliation when they shoved dildos into her cunt and ass hole.
The girls still did not know what was expected of them. They were afraid to ask for fear of having an unpleasant gag stuck in their mouth. So day after day they were tied in one position on another, always with one or both of their holes well occupied with a thick dildo or some sort of plug. Their positions were never comfortable.
The day finally came when they were to make their debut in the world of orgy sex. The first time would be easy since they were only to provide the entertainment.
Fralka who was the shyest of the lot was placed in front of a horizontal bar that reached the middle of her back. A rope was tied around the bar over her waist then tied around the other side. Her legs were pulled apart and tied to rings in the floor. Her hands were tied together in back of her and then pulled back and down to another ring in the floor, forcing her to keep her cunt pushed forward.
Erika was made to kneel in front of her so that she was facing the same direction. Her head was placed between Fralka's legs and forced up into her cunt. They tied her legs wide apart to rings. Her arms were over Fralka's thighs then with ropes pulled back to be tied to the bar that supported Fralka. Her body was at a forty-five degree angle.
Erika could not see the number of men who entered the room to watch her and Fralka in their first act of love with another woman. Erika knew what she had to do since she was told beforehand that if she did not make Fralka cum, she would be whipped until she did. They told her that she would be whipped on her cunt. The mere thought of it threw fear into her heart. She had never touched another girl much less licking their cunts. It was something she had heard about but had never even considered. She didn't even know what to do to make Fralka have a cum.
Her task was made much more difficult since Fralka was so shy that she could not concentrate on the tongue in her cunt. She could only think of the humiliation of being displayed before so many men. Not only was she forced to stand there while her cunt was being eaten but they forced her to keep her eyes open or else she would be whipped across her stretched tits.
The whip was touched to Erika's cunt in a signal to begin. She stuck her tongue directly into the open pussy. She thought about how she liked to be fucked slowly at first then have the speed increased as she got closer to an orgasm. She did the same thing to Fralka who was surprised by the delightful feeling in her legs. She bit her lower lip and every once in a while, Erika found a very sensitive spot which caused her to hump her ass and to tighten her stomach muscles.
She was really humiliated by being so treated but Erika's tongue was driving her crazy. She worked her hips from side to side trying to get the probing tongue to touch the parts that send chills through her body and caused her nipples to harden to tiny points. She made little sounds and began to breathe faster. She kept her eyes open but she didn't see a single person. Her mind was on the tongue and the sweet lips that kissed her clit. She twisted her hips not caring that the ropes cut her soft waist. She reached an orgasm before Erika had one lash of the whip on her cunt. It was one of the strongest she ever had and wondered what it would be like to lick a woman.
They were not moved from their position. It was Erika's first time to be splattered with the cum of a woman. She continued to lick after the cum to clean the last traces of it from Fralka's cunt. It was better than having it drip on her.
I arrived at Dakarto to see a very dingy airport. It was dusty from the open desert sands. Vendors were selling illegal goods to outbound passengers. They didn't know they were buying second rate goods that were sold as the real thing. The dirty attire of the sellers should have given them a clue but they were too gullible.
Passing customs was easy as giving the inspector a bite of folding money. A chalk mark on my briefcase let me through. I waited for a little while thinking that some dame would meet me but after cooling my feet for a few minutes, I grabbed a cab and took off for a cheap hotel.
I was sure that someone would meet me but since they didn't I decided to wait around a bit in the broken down room that had a worn out overhead fan to keep away the oppressive heat. It grew dark and I grew hungry. I wandered around the narrow dirty streets looking for a place that may have food served without flies.
Helga and Isabelle were once more the play things of Adhir's clients. Once more they were subjected to torments that were directed to those parts that were the property of only women.
Helga was on a plastic chair. The seat was just large enough to hold part of her ass. Directly in the middle was a thick plastic dildo that stretched her ass and kept her from moving. A strap over her lap held her in place. Her arms had been tied in back of her to force her tits out as far as she could manage. Her legs had been forced almost to a full stretch apart and her thighs fitted through holes in the plastic shield that was in front of her and which was a part of the chair. Her tits were forced through holes in the shield and they tied tiny bells to her nipples. The mouth was forced onto a plastic dildo that was near the top of the shield. Straps held her head and chest in place. When viewed from the front side, only her tits and legs were through the shield. There was still one more important part to her misery. It was a thick and rough dildo which was under the chair on a hinge and was aimed directly for her cunt. Only the edge of the dildo was sticking in her cunt but there was more to come.
Just below her cunt was a small target that was spring loaded. When the target was touched, the dildo flew into Helga's pussy. Then it would slowly reset itself to be ready to be touched again. Helga would be rammed fast but emptied slowly.
Isabelle was in a like arrangement but there was a different target. She was strapped to a long plastic bar with her back to the shield. Her legs had been pulled up to the bottom of the bar and strapped into place. It stretched the skin of her ass as tight as it would go. She had her arms tied in back of her at her elbows and wrists. Her mouth was also on a dildo and her head strapped to it. Another thick dildo was on the end of the bar and it was jammed into her cunt. She also had a target just below her ass which was sticking out through the plastic shield. Her target was in her ass about an inch, but each time the spring was released, it would dig another eight inches inside of her. It also was slow to reset.
There were ten men to engage in the shooting sport. Adhir had given them hand bee-bee guns. They were to sit twenty feet from their targets which were Helga's tits and her cunt rammer, and Isabelle's ass with its butt plug.
There was no reward for hitting the bells, tits, or ass, but each time the plugs were released to ram into the poor bound girls, a slave would suck the shooter until another man hit the target. There were two slaves to serve them. One for each side. The men took turns so there would be no argument as to who hit the target.
Helga watched them taking aim. The first man hit very close to the lower target with his first shot but hit it on the very next. She groaned when the dildo flew into her tiny cunt hole. The rough texture of the dildo scraped her hole. They watched her misery as the dildo slowly withdrew. An unbound girl was busy sucking the sharp-shooter's cock as he took aim at the bells on Helga's tits.
Two other men could not wait for their turn. They also took aim at her tits. Helga felt the hard pings of the BB's as they bounced off of her unprotected breasts. She wanted to scream, to protest, but the plastic gag kept her from yelling. She would have to suffer until they were tired of their sport. It seemed that they were just beginning. It would be a long night for her.
The dildo reached the extent of its outward movement and the spring was reset. The second man aimed for the small target but used all of his shots without hitting it. The third man was more successful and hit it on the first try. Helga jumped in her bonds as the dildo once more rammed into her sore cunt. The first was disappointed in not being sucked to a finish and sat there shooting at her tits while his hard cock begged for release. He would have to wait until it was his turn again. In the meantime, he took his frustrations out on her bruised tits.
Isabelle was having her troubles also. The first man had hit the target without any difficulty and the dildo flew into her small asshole. She screamed into the plastic gag. It was not only too big for her but it was too rough and much too long. She felt as though it would come out of her mouth. The dildo filled her asshole and stretched it so wide that the skin tore.
While the dildo was withdrawing, Isabelle cried. The men aimed at the tender spot between her two holes and hit it often. The stretched skin of her ass began to show the tiny bruises of the BB's as they struck one after the other.
There was another girl sucking cocks as the target was hit. Between the two of them, only three men had been sucked to a cum. The others continued to shoot at the abused helpless girls. Helga's tits were a mass of pitted black and blue marks. Her cunt had been rammed so often by the dildo that it had been rubbed raw. The tender opening was bleeding but they didn't stop. Both girls were for rough play and anything short of permanent damage was allowed. It didn't matter how long they needed to recover or to be useful again. Their agony was joy to the sadists. The more blood the greater their orgasms.
By the time all the men had been sucked off, the girls had fainted from pain. They were released and carried off to their cell.
The men were allowed to view the four new girls who in the future may be their entertainment. If they were not to be used for hard action, their holes would certainly be available for their ravishing.
The girls were behind plastic sheets so they were protected from the men but they were not protected from the agonizing ropes that held them tightly.
Erika had been stretched in a spread position on her toes. Heavy rough ropes held her arms and legs, but the worst part was the equally rough rope that was cutting her cunt. It was tied to a rope around her waist, went up between her legs and tied to a hook in the wall in back of her. She could stand on her toes as long as she could stand it or she could hold herself up by her arms as long as the strength held out, but mostly she had to rest on the rope between her legs. It was hard on her clit. She tried to remain still to keep from rubbing it, but the pain always grew so intense that she had to move. Each minute seemed like an hour. She was crying. The tears that fell were a delight to the sadists. They wanted to whip her but they knew she was not yet available. She still had to be trained, they looked intently at the rope cutting her cunt. Some of them began to be aroused once more but such events were anticipated by Adhir and he had his trained slaves kneeling at the foot of each display. They were kneeling with heads bowed, their hands behind their backs, and their mouths open and ready.
Fralka was strapped against the plastic from her ankles to her ass. They had opened her legs and put straps on her ankles, knees, and thighs. Her legs were flattened against the plastic and her cunt was pushed against it. Her arms were tied over her head. She looked like she was in a sitting position only her legs were straight up. She was embarrassed by the knowledge that her pussy and asshole were so clearly visible to them and even so close. Only the plastic sheet kept them from doing what they wanted to her.
Karen was having her difficulties also. They had pulled her legs apart, tied them to rings, then they bent her over, pulling her arms through her legs just in back of her knees. They tied strings to her nipples then tied the other ends to her hands. She was awfully uncomfortable and she ached because the strings were pulling too much on her tits. The pain kept her mind off of the exposed condition of her holes. The men thought how nice it would be to fuck one of the nice holes, just waiting there for them. If only the plastic wasn't between them. The poor girl kneeling in front of Karen was busy sucking one cock after another. She was drenched in cum. It was impossible for her to drink all of the cum that was shot into her mouth. She wondered if it would be easier to be a whipping post than to be required to satisfy any man in any hole any time or place he wished. She lost count of the number of times she had been fucked since she had been there.
Trudle was the only one tied with plugs in her holes. She was on her feet and hands which were tied to rings with nylon cords. She was bent in two. She was not allowed to fall since a board with a number of pins had been placed under her stomach. Both holes had been crammed full with really thick dildos. Both holes were stretched to the limit. She was in agony from the plugs as well as from the doubled position. The men drooled at the thought of whipping her stretched ass. The girl kneeling in front of her had her work also cut out for her. Cock after cock was shoved down her throat.