Tessa Valmur - Bought and Sold

The man stepped back as Zoe glared at him then the cane came down with a hiss across her buttocks, making her jerk against the ropes that held her spread-eagled. Again and again the cane snapped down across her legs or back. After a dozen strokes there came the respite of a pause. The monk directing the punishment looked down at her, a cruel smile twisting his face.

'Feeling contrite, Zoe?'

Zoe knew this was her chance for the caning to stop. Her body felt awash with pain but now she was deeply, helplessly aroused and she found herself glaring defiantly at him, knowing full well that she was courting more punishment.

'Very well, since you show no sign of remorse Zoe, the punishment must continue.'

Again the cane came down against her rump making her jerk against the ropes that held her down. Zoe pulled her arms down against the ropes around her wrists and felt the tightness in her muscles increase. She pressed her hips against the wood and felt the hardness of the bench against her aching sex. Again the bamboo of the cane struck her making her whole body jerk. She shook her head as the pain washed over her.

'So Zoe, you regret your outburst now then? Would you like to say how sorry you are?'

She looked up at the monk, blinking back more tears, her back and bottom throbbing madly. She was panting hard through the gag and she knew she was very close to having an orgasm. She glared up and shook her head in defiance.

'Very well...'

The cane cracked down over the back of her thighs making her whole body quiver. Again it struck her. She dragged her arms down and oblivious to how she must seem, she tried to thrust her arse back and up to meet the next blow. As if in answer to her prayers it was delivered just above where the fronds of her sex protruded between the globes of her buttocks and she felt the cane lick against her tips of her pussy lips like a tongue of fire.

Closing her eyes and groaning through the gag, Zoe came, her body bucking against the ropes.

'Enough, Brother Michael. Untie her and take her to the dormitory. I can think of a better way for us to teach her a lesson!'

The pirates held Vanessa on board Auda's yacht for four days before sailing back to Rouassa. Both Vanessa and the pirates had imagined Auda would have been searching for them but to her dismay she discovered that Auda had fled the very day that Zoe had been auctioned. Only hours after the auctioned girls had been shipped out, three military helicopters had swept over the slave trader's fortress and pandemonium had broken loose. Leaflets were dropped warning Delgardo to hand over Auda bin Yasel and the British Secret Agent Zoe Farquerson or to face the consequences. Whilst Delgardo was deliberating, Auda fled on foot into the jungle.

The contingent of British Marines was too small to assault the fortress but Delgardo played the diplomat anyway and told them that Auda had made a run for it already and alas the girl had been sold and was gone, he knew not where.

So the pirates brought Vanessa to Delgardo and a sum was agreed. They quickly left on Auda's luxury yacht only to cover a few miles before one of the three military helicopters spotted them. By lunchtime the next day the Head of the British Secret Service was brought up to date with the turn of events. The Marines had captured Auda's yacht. Auda had vanished into the jungle. Zoe Farquerson was still missing, whereabouts unknown.

Vanessa had only been held at Karunga a couple of days when two men arrived with payment for her and she was handed over to them.

'A pleasing young thing,' Delgardo smiled ingratiatingly, rubbing his hands together, a fat wad of American hundred-dollar bills in his back pocket.

'Indeed, the Colonel always prefers English girls. She'll do nicely for him.'

Vanessa was forced to listen to this amicable chitchat whilst two of Delgardo's henchmen roped her arms tightly behind her back.

'And you say she's nineteen?'

'Yes and already well trained. She's been briefly in an Arab's possession and before that she was trained as a submissive.'

Vanessa saw Delgardo glance down at her as he spoke. She winced as a rope was drawn unfairly tight around her elbows, twisting her arms back against each other and pinning them into the small of her back. She grunted in objection but they'd already ball-gagged her and her muffled groaning went unnoticed.

'So how is the Farquerson girl settling in?' Delgardo asked.

Vanessa pricked up her ears at the mention of Zoe then swore through the gag as a rope bit into the soft flesh of her thighs. Having bound her ankles and wrists they were now immobilising her arms and legs with more ropes. Why did the bastards have to make them so tight? Vanessa struggled in protest and for her efforts was rewarded with a sharp slap across her naked rump.

'Oh, she's getting used to life at Shrevra. The Colonel is enjoying supervising her breaking in.'

'Signor Delgardo, this one's ready.'

'Good work Pepe, into the crate with her then. Give her a jab first to quieten her down.'

Vanessa was injected and lowered into a small crate. Bastards... she thought as the lid was fitted over her and she listened to them hammering it down. So, it looks like I'm going to meet up with Zoe again, I wonder whether...

Her thoughts remained unconcluded as the drug they'd administered swiftly took effect and she slumped unconscious against the side of the crate.

She woke dazed to find herself on board a plane. The crate had been opened and she had been dragged out on her stomach. She was vaguely aware of some men unfastening the ropes around her ankles and thighs then drawing her legs apart.

'English girl looks so sleepy.'

'Pretty blonde hair... you too tired to mind anything we do with you, yes?'

Vanessa tried to focus on the leering face close before her. Someone was holding her head up by grasping her hair as someone else drew her legs apart.

'You like to do this, yes? You know what we do with you?'

The man behind her nudged her thighs further apart, then his weight settled over her. His cock was thick: opening her sex with his fingers, he rammed it into her. Vanessa sighed through the ball-gag; the man holding her hair grinned.

'Quick fuck and no-one knows... you good girl... good girl.'

Vanessa had no strength in her limbs and her mind felt too dazed for her to object as the men took it in turns to use her body for their pleasure. After they finished with her, the ropes were fastened back around her legs and she was left to slide back into the welcome escape that sleep offered.

When she came to again the plane had landed somewhere and preparations were being made to unload the plane's cargo. She drifted in and out of sleep as she was transferred to a truck but remained oblivious of what happened from then until the moment the loud clatter of the truck's tailboard falling open woke her with a start.

She lifted her head weakly and gazed around her. As the dust settled from the swinging tailgate she saw three men watching her. Two were natives and the third was a European man of late middle age attired in a white suit with a coloured cravat with a wide brimmed Panama hat shielding his eyes from the fierce sun.

'Welcome to Shrevra, my child.'

He smiled benignly then gestured to the two men who jumped into the truck and clasping Vanessa by her bound arms hauled her from the vehicle.

'Signor Delgardo did not exaggerate when he described you. And so cheap! But then of course he doubtless wished to wash his hands quickly of you.'

The two natives held Vanessa as the man spoke to her. She was still wearing the bikini which the pirates had dressed her in before taking her to the slave market. Her long blonde hair was dirty and tangled and her body was covered with dust from the journey in the truck.