Tessa Valmur - Bought and Sold

'But when I saw you trussed up and what Master Simon was doing to you, you seemed to be really enjoying it.' Vanessa suggested.

'Maybe I was!' Zoe laughed, blushing. 'Up to a point, anyway!'

They knew from talk amongst the natives that the whole valley was owned by the sect, as well as much of the next, including where the airstrip was. However at the southern end of the neighbouring valley there was a small village and a tea plantation that was owned by an Englishman. There was a rough dirt road from the monastery leading out of the valley and into the next which went past the airstrip and on down to the village. Needless to say the monks had it guarded. Zoe's idea was therefore to climb straight over the hills into the next valley and to make for the Englishman's plantation villa. Her plan was not to try to escape unseen in the middle of the night, when the guards were at their most vigilant, but to walk calmly out of the front gates in the middle of the day.

'I wonder how much longer I've got before I get sold?' Zoe asked.

'I reckon that your time will be up when the Colonel gets back.'

'Then it's time to get out of here. And pretty damned quick!'

'Brother Daniel,' Vanessa stood demurely before the monk, her hands folded behind her back, shoulders drawn back so that her breasts were prominently thrust forward.

'Brother Daniel, I'm so clumsy, I've spilt my water pail. Can I get another please to wash myself with?'

'You clumsy thing,' the man muttered reprovingly but there was little anger in his voice.

Vanessa bent provocatively from the waist as she reached to fill her bucket with more water. The lascivious gaze of the monk was held by the sight of her naked body and he didn't see or hear Zoe creeping up behind him. With one skilled karate blow against the back of his neck, Zoe knocked out the man and freedom, for the two girls, seemed to edge a tantalising step closer.

It was not unusual for the monks to shield their faces from the glaring midday sun by wearing the hoods of the robes drawn up and no-one gave a second glance to the blonde girl being led naked by a leash across the courtyard and towards the main gates. During the day the gates stood open, though guarded, but the guards didn't give the monk a second glance. By the time that Brother Daniel's absence was noticed and he was finally found, gagged and bound, the girls had secured themselves a half an hour head start on their pursuers.

Zoe made them climb slowly, conserving their energy. She made Vanessa crawl after her through the tea plantation that overlooked the monastery and only once they got into the rhododendron forest of the upper slopes, did she allow them to walk normally. The climb barefoot had left Vanessa with cuts and blisters on her soles and when they reached the wooded upper slopes, Zoe gave the younger girl the monk's sandals to wear and she herself went barefoot. Had anyone seen them they would have made a striking sight; one girl in a monk's habit and the other quite naked. After crossing over into the neighbouring valley Zoe led them down a short way and in a thicket of stunted beech trees they rested.

'Can't we keep going?' Vanessa asked.

'No point. You saw the truck and Landrover leaving the monastery a couple of hours after us. By road they'll be ahead of us by now. Let them search the place down there while we rest up here. We'll work our way down tomorrow when they may have relaxed their watch.'

After a chilly night's sleep under stars Zoe woke first, just as the first rays of dawn were slipping over the distant hills. Vanessa was curled around her, both driven by the bitter cold to nestle for warmth in the other's embrace. They quickly set off down hill, cold and hungry but their spirits high after evading capture for so long.

Their luck held and they reached the village without falling foul of any natives or monks who might have been scouring the countryside for them. Vanessa stole some clothes from a washing line and they were wondering whether the village might have a telephone or how they could get to the tea plantation owner's villa when the sounds of vehicles sent a shiver of fear through her. The sounds were coming from both directions the road went in.

'What do we do?' squealed Vanessa.

Zoe listened hard. The vehicle coming from the direction of the airport was the monastery truck, she recognised its engine sound. The vehicle coming up the hill though didn't sound like the Landrover the monastery had, so perhaps their luck was still holding.

'Run for it! Downhill!' shouted Zoe.

Rounding a bend in the road as they fled past the last house of the village they saw an old jeep coming straight towards them, a man in a safari jacket at the wheel.

They half fell exhausted and breathless across the bonnet and were babbling their story to the man when a shout from behind made them turn. Two monks and two natives armed with long sticks were marching down the road.

'Always thought they were a weird bunch! Jump in girls. Let's get out of here!'

Vanessa and Zoe tumbled into the back of the jeep as the man executed a rapid three-point turn. A moment later as they sped away in a cloud of dust the girls realised that they were at last on the road to freedom.

Zoe lay on her back and gazed up at the mosquito net that hung draped over the bed. The man reached for the glass of gin and tonic from beside the bed and drew an ice cube from it. He trailed it from her neck down her naked body. Her erect nipples tingled as he rubbed it over each in turn.

'Damn glad I chanced to take a drive into the village the other week,' the man grinned as he slid the ice cube over her stomach then across the pink lips of her sex which were swollen with arousal and sticky with his come. Zoe gave an appreciative murmur... Delhi really was far too hot for energetic sex, she thought dreamily.

'Glad because you got to save two poor girls from a life of torment and suffering?' Zoe asked.

'No, glad because as a thank you they invited me to take them to Delhi and to spend a few days with them!' the man laughed, slipping the ice cube into Zoe's aching sex.

'That'll cool you down a bit, you randy little bitch!'

'Only for a while. Meantime, maybe Vanessa's ready for another fuck?' Zoe asked.

'Give me a rest girls, I don't know where you two get all your energy from!' the man complained with good humour.

Vanessa emerged from the bathroom, rubbing her damp hair with a white fluffy towel, her tanned body was dripping wet and glowing warm and scented from her bath.

'Someone talking about me?' she asked, tossing the towel aside and lifting the chilled bottle of champagne from a silver ice bucket and refilling her glass. After a day in the capital's most luxurious hotel, the trauma of the last few weeks was already receding.

'Marcus and I were just wondering if you'd like to screw him again, Vanessa?'

'Mmm, love to. Which way this time?' Vanessa asked.

'Which way do you fancy?' the man asked.

'Anyway you like as long as it doesn't involve me being tied up. I've had enough of that for while!' Vanessa shot Zoe a glance and smiled. 'At least for the moment anyway!'

The man rolled over onto his back and looked down at his flaccid cock.

'Perhaps we should take a couple of hours break,' he suggested.

'Maybe later...' Vanessa smiled, taking a large gulp from her champagne. Crouching between the man's legs, without swallowing the fizzing liquid in her mouth, she slipped his cock into her mouth. The man sighed, stroking his fingers through her damp blonde hair. With one hand she caressed his balls and as she let the icy cool champagne bathe his cock she felt it stirring in her mouth, swelling again like something coming to life under her touch.