Tessa Valmur - Bought and Sold

'Nuhh...nuuhh!'

Vanessa renewed her struggling with more determination, all too aware that the clit ring was acting as a tacit invitation for her to be sexually tortured.

'Strap her legs!' Mosafa ordered, stepping back clear of her kicking feet and rubbing his knee where she'd landed a blow against him with her heel.

The two female guards approached Vanessa from both sides and slid broad leather straps around her thighs, which they buckled then pulled on, forcing her legs apart. The straps were then secured around the table legs and the Vanessa was now not just forced belly down over the tabletop, but her legs were widely spread and held.

'I think this little girl isn't so innocent as she seems. I think I'll take her to the tower. She can keep the other English girl company. They'll make a pleasing contrast. What was her name again?' Mosafa asked, unbuttoning his trousers and drawing out his engorged cock.

'Vanessa Richardson. Art Student from London. Nineteen years old.'

Mosafa nodded with satisfaction, drew apart the cheeks of Vanessa's arse with his hands and slid his cock into her sex. She was tight but moist and he sighed with the pleasure of forcing himself into her. The suddenness of his assault had taken her by surprise and now Vanessa squirmed ineffectually as the man partially withdrew his cock then pushed it back into her.

'Well, from now on Vanessa you're going to learn to submit to me whenever I want you. Then I'll train you to submit to whomever I chose to give you to. Something tells me you're going to enjoy being treated like this, which is excellent. A young blonde like you will sell well, once properly trained.'

Vanessa sighed as the man drew his cock back until she could feel the engorged head nuzzling at the opening of her sex.

'I think if you like wearing a ring through your clitoris, you'll enjoy everything I have planned for you!'

He pushed his cock back hard into her.

Vanessa shook her head, her legs and arms twisting and pulling against her restraints. The man took hold of her long hair with one hand, holding her head back and still, whilst with his free hand he stroked her cheek and traced the line of her mouth, feeling the metal that prised her jaws open.

'Enjoy it young girl...enjoy it and life will be easier for you.'

'Nuuhh...'

Vanessa's breath was coming in short urgent gasps as the man rode her harder. She gazed at her outstretched arms, her wrists bound by the leather cuffs and she remembered how she'd felt the first time she had been tied up. Each time there was the knot of nervous anticipation in her stomach. Often she felt the fear welling up, as she realised that she was completely helpless. But she'd learnt to take each new experience as it came to her and soon she'd come to find the whole thing deeply intoxicating.

Now though, she was in no bondage game. She had no idea what lay in store for her and she guessed that this man's assault on her young body was only the beginning. There was nothing she could do to stop him. She felt his cock using her, harder and harder, faster and more determined. She sighed through the gag, twisting her arms in a futile gesture of objection. Her legs were held so firmly by the heavy straps around her thighs that she couldn't move them at all. Despite being taken against her will, or perhaps because of it, she felt her pussy soak with arousal and desire.

She gave a choked whimper as she came, her juices bathing the man's cock and triggering his own climax he gasped with satisfaction, clutching her slim waist as he came, ramming his cock into her one last time.

'Good girl... very good...'

Vanessa lifted her head weakly as the man hauled himself back from her tethered body. He gazed appreciatively at her as he recovered his breath then he turned to the two female guards.

'Prepare her for transportation to the tower and destroy all her clothes and possessions. She won't be needing any of them from now on!'

Auda bin Yasel wandered across to the tinted plate glass window of the airport waiting lounge and gazed across the smooth tarmac to where a Boeing 747 was being loaded with supplies. Beyond the perimeter fence of the airport the desert began abruptly, except to the east where the sea sparkled invitingly. Glancing back at the arrivals board, the flight from Heathrow, England was still shown, although the arrival time was half an hour ago. There were only a handful of passengers milling around who might have been from this flight. Where was Vanessa? He had told her to wait here for him and on no account to leave the airport. With suspicions already aroused in his mind he sauntered across to the information desk. The smiling Arab girl behind the desk confirmed that the flight had come in thirty-five minutes ago and that Miss Richardson had been on board. When he asked if he could go through to baggage reclaim and the passenger arrivals lounge, he was told politely that was not possible. Accepting this, he left the airport, first collecting his weapons from the security desk where he had been obliged to leave them.

Once back outside in the fierce light and soaring midday heat he slipped his sunglasses on standing in the shade of a palm tree he used his mobile-phone to call the airport and ask for the number for security. Calling this he then asked in English for Major Mosafa. The girl who answered asked him his name and he told her Sir Rodney Stonefield. A few moments later and Mosafa came on the line.

'Sir Rodney, I trust everything is all right with you?'

Auda bin Yasel smiled to himself and muffling the phone with a fold of his cloak and assuming his best Oxford English he answered.

'Fine. Absolutely.' Auda then hissed into the phone, feigning interference, and then said, '...hear me?'

'What did you say, Sir Rodney? Can you hear me? There's a lot of static on the line. Are you still at the tower?'

'Yes but listen...' Auda hissed and crackled again before finishing, 'come here, can you?'

'This bloody line!' Mosafa swore, 'Sir Rodney, I have taken possession of another English girl: very young and wild. I shall bring her with me to the tower. Can you hear me?'

'Just...hang up, think... cheerio then Major.'

'Yes, goodbye Sir Rodney.'

Auda ended the call then dialled another number while looking back at the airport. After a few seconds his call was answered.

'Yo man, it's me, how's it going?'

'Change of plan Basil, hire us a jeep and bring it with the supplies to the airport as fast as you can.'

'Hey chief, what's going down?'

'Just be quick. Look for me outside the airport. Not the main entrance, just wherever security or airport staff would go in and out by.'

'Give me half an hour Sheikh and I'll be there.'

'Basil, you have five minutes.'

Auda heard his servant give a melodramatic sigh before he switched his phone off. Shouldering his rifle, he set off at a quick walk.

Zoe felt herself slowly trying to surface from a deep and pleasurable dream. She opened her eyes and looked up, twisting her bound arms behind her as best as she was able. Her muscles ached and her arms were stiff from being forcibly restricted. A leather belt was tied in a figure of eight around her upper arms, pulling them tightly against her back between her shoulder blades. The wristcuffs she seemed fated to wear constantly now were clipped together and they had even bound a rope around her arms at the elbows to keep her arms under a constant tension and to almost completely prevent her flexing them. She lay trying to find a tolerably comfortable position whist her mind worked backwards as she tried to piece together the last events of the previous day.

They had let her sleep on the bed of cushions in the living quarters of the tower, although this she realised had been merely for the comfort of her abductor, Sir Rodney Stonefield. After her ordeal at the hands of the two Arab brothers in the basement, she had been left alone for a few hours. They had then returned and after her making her drink more water had dragged her upstairs and thrown her down on the bed. Stonefield had then inspected her swollen labia. The clamps and weights still in place, he had forced her to squirm and writhe for an hour or more while he had tormented her, pulling on the weights until she was delirious with the sensations he was forcing her body to experience. If she was truthful, the ordeal had been deeply pleasurable, in some perverse way, as she was made to lie helplessly and become worked up into a sweat of lathered feverishness. But what had happened then? Zoe groaned, struggling to remember. Her brain felt hopelessly muddled, like she had a terrible hangover.