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.
CHAPTER 2
I returned to my hotel room late that night after finding a place to eat that didn't look like a city garbage dump.
Valentia told me that someone would meet me but till now nothing had happened. I didn't know which way to go next. However, my problem was solved for me.
When I opened the door, I saw a naked girl sleeping face down. One leg was wide apart. It gave me a solid view of a thinly covered pussy. Only one ankle was under the sheet. I looked at the firm ass. I notice traces of a recent whipping. Checking further, they could be seen on the insides of her thighs, even on the inside of her crotch, and up and down her back.
She stirred when I dropped the key on a table. She rolled over on her side, not bothering to cover herself. I couldn't help but look at her cunt which had once been shaved but which now showed the first dark traces of hair.
"You must be Duffy," she said with her large tits staring at me.
"Yeh. Who are you?"
I'm Gretchen. Valentia told me to meet you here. She didn't tell me you would be a good looking guy in an ugly sort of way." To emphasize it, she moved her leg slightly to make sure her pussy wasn't hidden.
When she saw me looking at it, she moved her leg even more to give me an unobstructed view.
"How did you find me?"
"I followed you from the airport. I couldn't meet you there. Somebody could have seen us. So I just followed you and then came up here. By the way, your door was open."
"What can you tell me about what's going on here?"
"Not much. But I'm sure that Karen is in Adhir's hands. That's where they all end up."
"Who is Adhir?"
"He's a local sheik. I guess he is one of those oil rich men who likes to provide female entertainment for himself and his friends."
"What gives you the idea that he has Karen?"
"Every girl who comes here ends up with him if she is half way decent looking. He gets a lot of them by telling girls on the continent that there is a film being made in Dakarto and there's a part in it for her, or he arranges fashion shows, or something like that. He doesn't get directly involved until he has them in his clutches. Then they become his special favors for his friends."
"What happens to them?"
"What do you think. Look at this." She opened her legs even more and put her fingers on her pussy to show me the whip marks. "These were not made in fun. They do the same thing to every girl. They whip the shit out of her, then fill her with cock. I've had more of them stuffed inside of me in just a few months than other women ever see. That's why I'm not timid about being naked in front of you. It doesn't make much difference after what I've been through."
"Are you kidding! For the first month, they had me tied every minute of the day, and I don't mean just a couple of ropes. I mean that I couldn't move a single muscle. After that, I was chained at night and under constant guard during the day.
"But the real problem was what happened when they caught the girls trying to escape."
While she was relating her adventure, I stripped and joined her on the bed. Thankfully the oppressive heat had subsided and it was cool enough to lay close to her. She put her head on my shoulder while she went on with her story.
"One girl that was caught didn't get any further than the front door but they treated her like they had to chase her around the world."
"They put her up against the wall with her tits on a wooden board. Then a couple of them held her while another nailed her tits to it. They couldn't let her fall, that would ruin her for future use so they put a pole up her ass and screwed it to the floor. The pole was so thick in places that she couldn't take it up there but she had to sit on it. They left her like that for three days.
"When they finally took her down, they made her suck a horse or they threatened to put her right back up there. She asked them to kill her but they only laughed. She sucked the horse and had to take his cum in her mouth. They wouldn't let her wash off the rest of it that she couldn't keep in her mouth.
"Another girl was spread over a wooden horse and had her clit nailed to it. She spent three days doing nothing but cry."
"After that the girls who thought about trying to escape gave it up."
Gretchen's hand was close to my cock but it was more of an innocent touch than one that would be on purpose. Nevertheless it started to become aroused and when she saw it move a little, she took it in her hand. She didn't do anything but hold it.
"How did you get out?"
"I was one of the docile slaves. We had only one chore and that was to be ready at any second to take on a cock or if they wanted a show, to eat a cunt. It was routine after awhile. That meant that I wasn't tied but just under guard."
"One night, one of the girls was being punished in the main hall. I don't know what she did to deserve what they did to her but anyway, they made her drink a gallon of water. Then they tied her with her arms spread above her head. Then they rammed a plastic tube in her hole and stuck the other end of it in her mouth. They put adhesive tape over her mouth to keep it in place. They tied her legs together with ropes around her ankles, knees, and upper thighs. They really pulled the ropes tight. Her skin was wrinkled from them."
"They just sat around watching her know that sooner or later she would have to relieve herself. As soon as she did, her piss would go into the tube and into her mouth. She would have to drink her own piss or drown in it."
"It didn't take too long and it made a couple of them so hot that they stripped right then and there to take on a girl or two. One of them fucked her ass while she was pissing. It made such a show that nobody saw me put on some of the discarded clothing and just walk out of the door. I was fortunate that I picked the clothes that had money in a pocket. I walked into the city and found a hotel room. They didn't ask any questions when I handed the man a large sum of money. I called Valentia and asked her to help me get out of here but first she wanted me to show you around."
"How long have you been out?" I asked, watching her hand manipulate my cock.
"Just about a week now. I hope you can get me out of here and back to the continent."
I didn't answer. My mind was preoccupied with her skill and wondering what she would do next. I didn't have long to wait.
She put her mouth over it and with one gulp took all of it. Her nose pressed against me. She held it there so long I thought she would choke herself to death. Slowly she pulled it back off, took a breath of air and went back down again. I had never felt anything like it.
I shot into her mouth within a few seconds.
"Now that that is over, we can get back to business. Most men can't think when they have a hard cock." She was very abrupt about the whole thing.
"Have you seen Karen?" I asked her, fondling a firm breast.
"No. We were kept apart from the trainees, but like I said, if she came to Dakarto, Adhir must have her. She's a beautiful girl so he would certainly put her to work."
"Got any ideas about getting her out of there?"
"No. Everything is so secret and so well guarded that it would take an army."
"How about the police?"
"That's a joke. He pays them off with girls. The chief, at least I think he's the chief, is one of the more imaginative of his clients, so I doubt if he would think about helping. In fact he would probably throw you in a jail for interrupting his fun."
"Can't you get Interpol to help you?" she asked.
"No. Interpol isn't a real agency. It's just a connection between police forces. Besides, I don't think Dakarto is part of it."
"If you want to get her out of there in one piece, we had better do something in a hurry. She's probably getting whipped this very minute, if not she has a cock up her ass."
"Is her life in danger?"
"I don't think so. They want to use her body. A dead body isn't of much use to them. The only thing is that they could ruin her mind."
"Some of the things they do to women is unbelievable. I'll tell you the truth, some of it I really liked. I had a lot of orgasms which I probably will miss. After being there, a quick encounter doesn't do much to ease the itch. We had sessions that lasted for days. We'd have an hour or two of sleep then wake up with a cock stuck in us. Even the games we played were fun. A lot of the girls liked it."
"The last orgy I was in was fantastic."
"Adhir always has at least seven girls at those things. That day there were ten. It was more of a festival mood than anything. Sex was more or less secondary so there wasn't much coupling. A few of the girls were busy sucking the cocks that couldn't wait but when they were finished, they got into the swing of things, which was drinking, talking, and best of all, games."
"There was one where the men stuck their cocks in the girls' asses. The girls were on their hands while the men held their legs. While they had the cocks jammed up their asses, they had to walk on their hands to the finish line. If a girl fell, they had to step until his cock was back inside. If he came it was hard to keep a soft cock in her ass so she had to get him hard again so they could get back in the race."
"We had a good laugh over it. Even the loser was satisfied which was a rarity. Mostly losers in such games really had it rough, but on this night, she only had to lick the winner's ass. The winner had to tell the others when her tongue was in her ass, and how it felt."
She was getting me hot again. She knew how to curl up on a man to get him going, but my mind was on Karen and wondering how I could find her.
"Who are all of these clients that you mentioned?"
"They are mostly people trying to sell him some or another, I think, there are a lot of people who seem to be military types, and there are others who are the real secretive types. I hardly ever saw them except in a bed in a dark room. Usually when they were done they just sent us out of the room. They weren't much fun. They never got into any of the games or joined the orgies. They would mostly fuck us in the ass and that was that."
"Do you know how I can get a hold of someone who can get me in there?"
"No. I went directly to his place and within a few minutes, I was tied up and naked. I didn't see anybody except the other girls who came with me. We were all in the same shape."
Her arm was resting against my cock. She was so uninhibited, so free, that I found her very charming. I put my arm around her shoulder and held her close. She snuggled closer to me and made a couple of animal sounds. My cock leaped. She put her hand on it once more.
"He's awake already. My, my. I'll have to do something about that again, won't I?"
I didn't answer. I hoped she wouldn't do anything for a few minutes. I was contented for the moment and the mood was relaxed. I wanted the feeling to last.
"You don't have to right away. Tell me what went on there. Maybe I can figure out a way to see it for myself."
"About the only things I can tell you about are the various ways they kept us imprisoned and how they fucked us."
"How about the people who lived there? Did you get to know them?"
"Some of them. They have three men who do nothing but keep the girls in line."
"For the first two weeks they never said a word to us. We saw them only when they came to change the positions they tied us in. They knew some that were really hard. More than once I thought they would break my bones but it never happened."
"One time I was sure I would die. After the first week or so, they started to put things in our holes. That day they put me up against a wall with my back to it. A big wooden plug was sticking out of it and as soon as I saw it, I knew what they had in mind. I struggled briefly but they were much too strong. They just picked me up, and bent me in two. Then they backed me up to the plug and pushed me onto it. It was really big. Then they strapped my ankles and knees. I thought that was all they were going to do, but they forced my head down between my legs and made me take another plug into my mouth. It was also fixed to the wall. Then they put a strap around my head to keep my mouth over it. My arms were tied in back. It was horrible. I had a hard time breathing being bent over like that. I was sure my back would break. The plug in my ass was killing me."
"They kept me there for what seemed forever before they released me, or least partially released. They unstrapped my head but kept be backed up to the plug."
"They wheeled a girl up to me. She was on a table with her legs pulled up to her tits. She had her arms over her legs and then her hands were tied together under the table. Her ass was sticking straight up in the air. I looked at her cunt and ass hole. They were really wide open. I knew what they wanted me to do but I waited for them to tell me. I had never licked a cunt before but it was either that or some sort of punishment which was never easy to take. At least I thought I knew what they wanted."
"When they told me to stick my tongue in her ass and keep working it, I was really ashamed. I had never heard of anything like that before. Why did they want to make me do that? They told me to get started or I would be back in the other position. I thought that ass licking would be easier so that's what I did."
"They told me to keep going until I was told to do otherwise. Well, I began to stick my tongue in and out of her ass. I didn't try to make her happy. It was something I had to do and I was not concerned about making an issue of it."
"Anyway, after a few minutes, she started to moan. I couldn't believe that she was enjoying it. My asshole was so sore I couldn't keep my mind off of it, and there was this girl getting a cum from her ass."
"She began panting, and I'm sure she would have pushed her ass into my face if she had not been tied so tightly. When she let out a long sigh and gripped my tongue with her ass, I knew that she had climaxed. I stopped licking, but they told me to keep going. I couldn't do anything else. They made me lick her for hours. She had more than one cum, I can tell you. That girl lived to have her ass licked."
"The very next day, we changed places. I didn't get much out of it, in fact, my hole was sore from her tongue. I guess she thought that I enjoyed it as much as she did, but I would have preferred having her lick my pussy. I like to have it licked, man or woman, it's all the same."
"Would you like to lick me now? With all of this talk, I'm getting hot. Feel me."
I put my hand between her legs. She was dripping wet. Why not, I thought, she was a nice looking chick, and she wasn't at all hard to be with.
She got up over my face before I could say a word. She shoved her pussy in my mouth and bent over to take my cock again. This time she was different. She was so slow and soft, she felt like a feather. I could have lasted the entire night at the rate she was going. She had a cum but didn't miss a beat in her efforts on my now cunt crazy cock.
She stopped licking and sucking and got up on top of me. She didn't have any trouble getting my cock into her ass. She bounced around on top of me like she was in a rodeo. Her ass was really small. I wondered how she could take as many cocks as she claimed, but I didn't give it serious thought, not with the way she was working.
After I shot into her ass, she sighed and just sat there, waiting for me to go soft. She smiled to tell me that she enjoyed it and hoped that I had the same feelings.
"That was nice. I thought that it would be hard to be satisfied with a one on one situation after all the orgies. Do you know that I almost didn't leave? If it had not been for the discipline, I would have stayed."
"Was it bad?"
"Very. We were punished for the smallest infraction. One girl hesitated just a second before she took some man in her mouth. They put an iron mask over her head. It had a big iron cock that kept her mouth wide open. Then it had bands that went under her chin, around the back of her head and another band over her head. It must have weighed a ton but she had to wear it for a week. They took it off only to allow her to eat and to join in the orgies.
"Another girl talked when she wasn't supposed to and they sewed her tongue to her tits. They stuck her tongue with a needle, pulled the thread through, then stuck her nipple. They did the same to the other side.
"I laughed once and they made me stand in a corner with a stalk of celery stuck in my tail hole, and I had to keep my mouth on a dildo stuck in the wall. It didn't hurt but it was certainly humiliating.
"The worst I had to do was to stand with my arms over my head and my legs wide apart. They smeared some sort of stuff on my cunt after they shaved me. I didn't know what it was for until a few minutes had passed, then it started to itch like hell. If I tried to scratch it, one of the girls would whip my pussy. That's how it got all of those marks. If I moved just a little, another girl whipped my ass. Believe me, those bitches loved every second of it. They wanted reason to beat me and they sure did."
"Did this go on all of the time?" I asked her.
"Yes. Punishment was a large part of keeping us in line. Even a crooked stocking brought on some kind of discipline.
"They didn't hurt us that much, but they sure tried to embarrass us. They would do things to us while the other girls and Adhir's clients were watching.
"One time they had the girls strap on dildos and then made me bend over while they fucked my ass. They were in there for hours. My hole was so sore I couldn't walk.
"We had it pretty good compared to the girls who resisted. They were really stupid. They knew that they were going to get fucked and get it often but they still had to fight. I guess they wanted to preserve their honor or something silly like that. What the hell, women like to get a hard dick so why fight it when it's bound to happen.
"One girl, I don't know where she is now, in fact I don't know if she's alive, really fought with them. I guess she embarrassed Adhir in front of his guests. They tied her upside down from the ceiling and pulled her legs so wide you wouldn't believe it. They tied her hands with her hair. They let her hang that way for a time when they started their dirty work. They filled her cunt with sand then started to fuck her with a wooden dildo. She screamed and begged but they didn't stop until her pussy was rubbed raw and bleeding. Then they filled her ass with it and did the same thing. She fainted time and time again but they kept bringing her around so they could torment her. When they were done, they tied her tits to the ceiling then put a bar between her legs to make sure she kept them open. She could just about touch the floor. They let her stand there for awhile in total misery. After she passed out a couple of more times, they rammed a hose in her pussy and washed out the sand. Then they washed out the sand from her ass. I saw her holes and believe me, I don't ever want that to happen to me. That's why I took off the first chance I got."
"I still don't have any ideas about getting in there to see the set up."
"Why not knock on the door? It's just as good as any."
We had talked through the night. It was time to see what I could do. I was happy that I didn't make any promises because the set up looked too tight.
I dressed and told her to stay there and to keep the door locked. I went out and found some food and coffee to bring back. We ate in silence. She sat there without a stitch on. She acted like it was the most natural thing in the world but it was having its effect on me. I had to get out of there before we got me off and going again.
* * *
Karen didn't know that someone was looking for her. She was thinking only of the long thick double dildo that one of the men was holding waiting for her and Erika to be brought closer to their place of agony.
Both girls had their hands tied behind them. They were scared of the size of the thing that they knew would soon be inside them.
They were placed back to back. Karen heard Erika scream and a lot of movement in back of her but she was afraid to turn around. She trembled when she felt hands forcing her to bend over. Then she felt something pushing against her asshole. She knew what it was and cried, knowing that she could not take it without an awful lot of pain. It took them time but they got the head into her ass. She felt like they were tearing her apart but that didn't stop them. They kept pushing until she was pushed back to have her ass pressing up against Erika.
They put straps around the upper parts of their thighs and drew them even closer together. Then they put more straps around their knees and ankles. They had a hard time keeping their balance. Their four legs were held together as though they were one.
Their hands were untied when they were forced to bend over as far as they could. Strings were tied around Karen's thumbs then her hands were pulled back and the other ends of the strings were tied to Erika's nipples. The same thing was done to Erika. Both girls knew what was happening and where their hands were tied so they tried their best to keep their arms back as far as they could. Their torment was going to be even worse.
Clamps had been attached to their clits. Now strings were tied to them and threaded between their legs and then tied to clamps on each other's tongues. As if that wasn't bad enough, they were to receive their first taste of the whip. Their tits were stretched by the strings that tied their thumbs and were vulnerable to a man skilled in the use of whips.
Their tits were beaten and well marked by the thongs of leather. Both girls screamed but could not plead with him because the clamps held their tongues too tightly. They fell to the floor but that did not stop him from whipping them. Both girls ached in every muscle, their assholes suffering more than anything. The dildo seemed to grow even larger. They were about willing to do anything but there was nothing their tormentors wanted from them.
Fralka and Trudle were in equally bad shape. They were tied facing each other. Both had their arms tied stretched above their heads forcing them to stand on their toes. The ropes that held them were threaded through a pulley and down to hooks that were in the other's cunt. If Fralka failed to stand on her toes, she would pull the hook up harder in Trudle's cunt.
Each girl had another dildo jammed into her ass and her hair tied to it making them keep their heads back so far as they could. If they tried to lift them, the rough dildo would rub their holes and their hair would be pulled causing them more pain.
Both girls had clamps put on their tongues and then tied to the other's nipples. To make them cause each other some pain, the men began to lash them with willow branches. The thin sticks cut them very easily and before they were allowed to just hang there, both of them were bleeding, particularly on their tits and their asses. Both girls were by now willing to do anything demanded of them. They were soon put to the test.
During one of the orgies, Fralka was tied to a table with her legs tied open and her arms over her head and tied to the front table legs. She was not stretched but she felt totally naked with all of the men and women wandering around looking at her. She felt even more exposed with her hair shaved off even though it really didn't make any difference.
She looked around at the nude couples in various positions doing things to each other. In some respects it made her hot. She had not had a piece of cock for a long time. She had a number of things rammed into her pussy but never with the intent to give her an orgasm.
She watched one man approach her holding his dick. She thought he was going to fuck her but instead he jerked off and let his cum fly onto her cunt and belly. She was soaked with it but there were still others who came and did the same thing to her. She noticed that the girls got the men worked up to the point of a cum then they finished off by shooting then-loads on her body. She was dripping with it. The smell filled her nostrils so much that she felt like she was a whore. She found that it was exciting. She wished they would stick her cunt or even let her take it in her mouth, but they didn't touch her.
The cum started to dry on her body. It began to itch. She moved her hips around to break up the drying patches but still the itch remained. It was beginning to torment her more than she believed possible.
Fralka pulled against her bonds but it was useless. After having every man drop his cum on her, she was trying to get loose more in a sense of frustration than in agony from the itch. They let her stay there for three hours. She watched hard cocks going into tender mouths, and young beautiful girls sitting on laps with cocks rammed into their asses. She saw one girl with both holes filled and trying to suck still another, cock. It wasn't fair she thought, she has three and I need only one.
Trudle was brought into the room. She stood nude while the men gave her an inspection. She was taken to an iron bar that was hanging from the ceiling. They explained the purpose to her.
"You will notice the hook at the bottom. It fits into your pussy. Up here are two clamps, they fit on your tits. See the nice sharp points inside? They will bite into your flesh when we tighten the screws on the clamps. Your tits will be almost flat by the time we finish turning it. Now just a little higher you can see a piece of iron with spikes on it. It will fit into your mouth. Sometimes a girl's jaw gets broken if we aren't careful. Sometimes the spokes stick into her tongue and palate. It isn't too gentle. We don't tie you at all. We just fit you onto the bar and then raise it off of the floor. Of course it leaves you hanging by your cunt and tits. Now if you want to spend the night on it, don't do what we tell you. If you don't want to hang on it, you will do exactly as we say."
Trudle was too scared to do anything but nod that she understood. She made up her mind that anything would be better than that so waited for them to tell her.
They made her bend over and then stick her whole hand up her asshole. They gave her some grease to help her. She was crying while she was trying to get her hand up there but she kept working at it. She knew they meant every word they said and she was determined not to have the bar stuck up her cunt. She got anxious when she had only her fingers in and they wouldn't go any further. She just had to get her hand in there or suffer. She kept pushing and with great pain in her asshole, her hand finally slipped inside. They made her walk around the room in the stooped position to let everyone see her like that. She was humiliated by just having her hand buried inside but they added to it even more by comments on her skill with her asshole. Many men threatened to fuck her there as soon as she finished fucking herself.
They took her over to Fralka and told her to start licking the cum off of her and not to stop until she had cleaned every drop, including what was on the floor. She began licking immediately. She thought that the sooner she finished, the better it would be for her and the sooner they would let her take her hand out of her ass.
She got down on her knees and licked all of the cum off of it. She was softly sobbing from the pain and the frustration of being made to do exactly as they wanted.
Fralka finished the floor and began on Trudle's belly. She licked it all off and worked her way down between her legs. Trudle felt her tongue on her clit and moaned. She had been hot all night and the soft tongue added to her state. She wanted the tongue inside of her wet and open pussy. She tried to hump her hips into Fralka's face but Erika was only thinking about finishing her job so she could take her hand out of her ass. She had to lick as deep between the cheeks of Trudle's ass as she could. She suspected that if she left one drop she would have more punishment to suffer.
They allowed her to stop and to take her hand out of her ass but they had other plans for the girls. They tied a rope around Trudle's knee, pulled it under the table and tied it to her other knee. They forced her legs open as far as possible. Her pussy was pushed forward and it opened wider. Another rope was used to tie her waist to the table, making it almost impossible for her to move.
They handed Fralka a vibrator and a feather. She was told that she had to play with Trudle but under no circumstances was she allowed to give Trudle an orgasm. She was to keep her in an erotic state without fulfillment.
Before she was allowed to begin, she was made to use the dildo on herself to see what it was like. She was embarrassed with all of them watching her, but she ran the vibrator over her clit. She was surprised by her own reaction. It felt good but she hid her feelings from the voyeurs.
Trudle was biting her lips. She had such an itch in her pussy that she wanted it tended to. She didn't care who did it as long as it was soon. She felt like one big cunt. She tried to clamp her muscles together to get some sort of relief but it only added to her frustration. She could see cocks all around her but none for her. Fralka played the feather over her clit and Trudle's reaction made Fralka believe that she was having a climax.
Two men came and stood on either side of Trudle. Their hard cocks only inches from her mouth. She licked her lips and tried to move closer to one of them but the ropes held her fast. Two girls took hold of the cocks and began to suck them. Trudle heard the gulping noise and watched the cocks disappear past willing lips. One girl had a hard time getting her mouth over the large cock she was eating. It made Trudle jealous. The vibrator worked its way up and down her legs, touching briefly at her soaking pussy that was not leaking out its love juice.
Trudle began to cry in frustration but dared not ask to be fucked. She knew the rule of the gag and did not want to be hindered.
One of the men had a cum and let it fly toward Trudle. Some of it landed in her open mouth and she drank it greedily.
They pulled Fralka away from the table. Trudle was more than happy. She thought they were going to fuck her but she was greatly mistaken. Instead they inserted a bar that was covered with sandpaper between her legs and just touching her pussy. They untied her knees to give her freedom to move her hips. She could rub herself to an orgasm against the bar but she would suffer the agony of the harsh sandpaper against her tender mound. She pushed herself against and not caring that they were watching to see what she would do, began to rub. She managed to hold herself tight against it to keep the sandpaper from rubbing her raw. There was still pain but she ignored it and continued humping her hips. She felt the cum begin in her scalp and fill every nerve in her body. She pushed hard against the bar and stopped all movement to savor every single pulse that rushed forward. She was in another world. She had never felt anything so deep or so intense.
Fralka was given the task of licking her clean. But they didn't let her stop there, they forced her to continue using her tongue on Trudle. It wasn't long before Trudle had another orgasm, but she still wanted a stiff dick. They denied her the one thing that was foremost in her mind. She had been fucked before but it was more of a woman's wile to get a man to come back for more. She didn't have much more than a nice feeling in her cunt. But now, even with a tongue, her orgasms were richer than she ever felt.
Fralka's ass was sticking out and it gave them ideas. Since she was new meat, they started to work on her. They started by sticking fingers in her ass and cunt. They were hurting her so she opened her legs a little. They thought that she liked it and acted accordingly. They stuck her ass with their ready cocks and left her dripping with cum.
Trudle didn't have the thing she desired the entire night but she had many tongues to give her satisfaction. A few girls climbed onto the table and sat on her face. By that time she was willing to do anything as long as it involved a cunt or a cock. She thought about how much she had missed by not accepting the advances of the lesbian designers who always found a reason to put their hands on her private parts. She found it amusing when they smoothed out the material they were trying to fashion into a dress and always the wrinkles seemed to be around her breasts or ass.
Trudle stayed on the table for twelve hours. Even after the men gave out, the girls were ordered to lick her. While the room was filled with sleeping people, she was having one cum after another. Even so, she would have raped the first man she saw if she had not been tied. She was a total convert. Her world was between her legs.
CHAPTER 3
I decided the best approach to Adhir would be a direct one. Being in the import and export business was at least a pretext to knock on the door.
It was surprisingly easy to get in to see him when I mentioned that I also dealt in arms, which wasn't necessarily true but I did have access to them.
I began to learn some things about him which were far different than I had believed. He wasn't the playboy that the world thought. He was a deadly serious man who was hungry for power. He received a small share of the oil wealth but it wasn't nearly enough to get what he wanted. He used every method he could to get more. One of those methods was to resell arms to some of the more radical groups no matter which side they represented. The other method was to use women to gain favors from important people.
After we had talked for awhile and I found out what he was looking for, he invited me to have lunch with him. I thought of Gretchen being alone in the room but business came first so I joined him.
Before we went into the dining room, he suggested that I needed a partner and took me to a richly adorned room that was lined with seven stylishly dressed ladies. They were lovely and each one would have made any man proud.
"Ladies, show us your charms please." I didn't know what he meant but I soon found out. Each one reached for the hem of her dress and raised it over her hips, showing her cunt. A couple of them were clean shaven, and a couple of others had only enough hair to cover the V.
They turned around on Adhir's command, standing straight for a couple of minutes to give me a chance to look at their long legs and firm asses. As if on cue, they bent over in unison. Their pussies looked back at me.
I must have had a dumb expression on my face because Adhir laughed and suggested that I try all of them if I couldn't make up my mind. It isn't often that a man gets an invitation to fuck seven outstandingly lovely women, but I didn't want to appear too eager so I had to decline his offer.
The girls stayed in their bent position while I suggested that he select one of them for me. He was pleased with my suggestion. It showed that I was willing to accept his judgment, which he appreciated.
He called out a girl's name and she stood and came to us. She had soft gray eyes with just a trace of shadow. She did not look like she had much experience with men but being in Adhir's clutches, she had more than her fair share. She smiled gently showing small white teeth. She looked more like a child but that didn't stop me from wondering what those full lips would feel like over a hard throbbing dick.
Lunch was pleasant, particularly with Helen keeping her leg pressed against mine. I carried on what I thought was an intelligent conversation but I could not keep my eyes or thoughts off of Helen's barely covered tits. She was so subtle in her movements that it appeared accidental when her dress opened to show them in their entirety. I had a tough time keeping my hands off of them. The nipples were long and pointed, begging to be tweaked.
Adhir excused himself and told me to enjoy myself. He said that he would see me when arrangements were made to ship in the rifles that he wanted.
Helen turned to me and smiled when he left the room. I mentioned something about having to leave but she stopped me saying that she would be punished if I left without her satisfying me.
When I showed signs of reluctance, tears came to her eyes. "Please. You can do anything you want to me. You can tie me up and whip me even, or you can use any part of me, and I mean anyplace you wish but please don't leave yet."
I wasn't going to leave anyway but I had to make it look good. She made me feel sorry for her. I wanted to hold her but not so much as to screw her but more to comfort her. She was one of those types that just got to a man.
I put my arm around her. "Where to?"
She smiled like a schoolgirl at her first date. "Come with me. You won't be sorry. I promise."
I was happy just holding her. My only sorrow was in knowing that I would never have a chance to keep her.
She took my hand and pulled me up a marble staircase. She was in a hurry. It was like a game to her and a new adventure. When we entered a room that was obscene in its gaudiness she turned on me and threw her arms around my neck. "Be good to me." What else! Her soft but firm body and her gentle voice was more than any man could resist. How could anyone be anything but good to her.
Her dress was held together with only the sash tied at her hip. It fell off with one easy motion, exposing a fantastic figure. She helped me off with my clothes which was never one of my most enjoyable activities. No matter how much a woman does it, she can't take his clothes off as easy as he could. It may be exciting to some but to me it was a waste of time.
She ran to the large bed and jumped on it like a little girl. She sat there with her arms around her knees just watching me.
"I want you." She said it like a woman in love, but then she let out a string of words that took me by surprise. "I want you to fuck the living shit out of me. I want to feel your cock buried deep in my asshole. I want it down my throat. I want to taste your cum." She sounded more like she was repeating somebody's words. She didn't look like she knew what they meant.
"Do you want to do something different? It's a lot of fun." She reminded me of a teenager who just found a new game.
"What do you have in mind?"
"Hook me up," she said as she stretched out on the bed with her arms and legs reaching for the corners.
"Look on the corners. See the chains? Hook me up."
Sure enough. There was a chain with a leather cuff on each corner and each one had a crank. I put the straps on her wrists and ankles but didn't bother turning the crank.
"You have to make them tight. Turn the cranks." I followed her instructions but I still did not please her. "You can make them tighter than that. Turn it hard. Wait. Let me stretch a little."
"More. Make them really really tight." I turned them once more but I think she was still not satisfied.
"Now, on the edge of the bed there are more straps. Hook them to my legs just above my knees." I found the straps she was talking about and put them on her. I spent some time looking up between her young legs to see her soft mound of flesh surrounding her cunt.
"Ok, now crank them real tight." I used the handle and her legs began to open even more. I turned them little by little, first one then the other until she looked like a crab.
"That feels nice. Now just one more thing. Just at the foot of the bed there's another crank. Turn it."
The crank started the middle of the bed upward, raising her ass even more. I was getting into the swing of things and turned it as hard as I could.
"Oh, I feel so good. I bet I'm really open down there. Tell me, am I?"
"In both places."
"Oh good. Now come lay down beside me. Talk to me and touch me."
I rested my head on my hand as I stretched out beside her on my side. I looked down at her face while she smiled at me. I put my hand on her rounded ass and ran it over the smooth skin. She could not resist any move I made so my hand roamed at will, touching everything within reach.
"Oh, that's so nice." She gave a little gasp as I ran a finger into her asshole.
"Is that where you're going to take me?"
"Maybe. Do you like being stretched out like this?"
"Oh yeh. whatever you do is up to you. I have no say in the matter, so if you don't enjoy it, it's your fault. Besides, I like everything but its rather embarrassing to ask a man to do certain things to you, but when I'm tied up, he'll do it anyway."
My fingers explored her holes. She continued to look at me but was biting her lip and sighing.
"That feels so good," she whispered. "Are you going to put it in me?"
"Did you expect something else?"
"In the night table. They have all sorts of things there. You can use them if you want. I won't mind."
I had no intention of using anything else. I had all of the equipment I wanted and she needed.
I knelt over her ass, straddling her. I held my dick at her hole. I pressed against her and it slipped in.
"Oh. I was hoping you would put it there. It feels like you are going to come out of my throat. Oh, oh, you make me feel fantastic."
I pumped in and out, listening to her whimpers and panting breath. I reached around to find her sopping wet cunt. She once more let out a cry of delight.
"You can do that all day if you wish. I love it."
I began to go faster as I approached a cum strong enough to satisfy me for a long time. I pulled out just in time to spray it on her back.
"That was nice. I'm glad you did that."
I rested beside her again, my legs on top of hers.
"I want you to do me a favor," she whispered. "What is it?"
"I want you to whip me."
"Why in the hell do you want that?"
"If they see you have already whipped me, they won't do it. You have to leave marks on me so you really have to whip me hard. The whips are in the table. They are short so they aren't so bad. It's those long ones that really cut."
I opened the door and saw all sorts of things. I picked out one that didn't look so bad. "How's this?" I asked her.
"That's OK. Make sure you leave marks. You have to whip me a couple of times between my legs, otherwise they will, but they won't stop at one or two," she continued whispering.
I struck her ass at about half strength. She didn't move or yell. There was a mark but it was very slight. I had to strike harder. The next two left vivid welts. "Is that enough?"
"A couple more and then a couple on my cunt."
I did as she instructed, leaving the stripe she needed. I aimed for her tender pussy. It looked so helpless. I struck. She raised her head but did not call out. I struck once more, leaving another mark near the first.
She had tears coming out of her eyes. I sat down beside her and put my hand around her neck. She looked up at me with sad eyes. "Did you mark me?" she asked in a broken voice.
"Sure. There should be enough there to convince them you have already been beaten."
"That's good. I don't have to worry now. Sometimes it's really bad. Between the cum and the marks on me, they'll leave me alone."
I started to release her but she stopped me. "No. Leave me like this. They'll come in a couple of hours and let me up, but for now it's better if I stay like this. You see, if a man comes in, he can take me if he wants. It's a way to return favors. If I was free, he wouldn't touch me. If a woman comes in, she can lick me but I couldn't lick her, which I hate."
"Do you mean that anybody can have you?"
"Only when I'm tied. Like I said, it's a good way to make a few friends."
"How long have you been here?"
"Please, don't ask any questions. If they ever found out, it would be horrible. They would make me one of their slaves for the sadists, and from the little I've seen, that is worse than death."
"Just one. Have you seen a girl named Karen?" I whispered to her.
She didn't answer right away but appeared to be undecided about talking. I waited.
"I don't know. I don't know. I see so many girls that I often never get to know their names."
"OK. The next time I'm here, I'll ask for you." She smiled up at me and then closed her eyes as if in sleep.
I went back to the hotel and there was a note waiting for me. It was from Adhir who had arranged an apartment for me closer to his place and in a much better location.
Gretchen was still in the room and still naked.
"Don't you like clothes?"
"No. I've been naked for so long its natural now to be without them. Besides, does it do anything to you to see my pussy?" she asked opening her legs wide apart. "Wouldn't you like to do it to me?" Now she was rubbing it.
"Not now. Maybe later." She pouted, but she had a smile on her face. "I have to go back to the continent for a few days. What are you going to do?"
"I don't know." She really looked worried. She seemed so helpless, probably her naked state added to the appearance. "I have a room here now, but my money will not last that long. I wish I could get out of here. Do you think you could help me when you get back? You could tell them what's going on and maybe they will give you a passport for me or something like that."
"That's impossible but I'll see what I can do. Maybe we can get Karen and the others out also."
"What can I do while you're gone? I won't be able to stay here very long. I have a room upstairs but after my money is gone, where can I go? I don't know anybody here, and if any of Adhir's men find me, I'll really be in trouble. And I mean trouble. You don't know what they do to girls." She was softly crying. I felt sorry for her.
"I have an idea that may work. Adhir has given me an apartment. Maybe you can stay there. It may be bold enough to work. They wouldn't look for you there." I didn't have any other ideas but I couldn't leave her alone. Maybe I'm a sucker for a woman's tears, but whatever, I had to do something to help.
She thought about it for a second or so and came to the same conclusion. There was nothing else she could do. She stood up and pressed herself against me, holding onto my neck. "I love you," she said softly.
I didn't believe a word of it, but even the lie helped my ego.
"Don't you want me?" she asked as I pushed her away.
"I sure do, but I have to put my things in my bag, take you to the apartment, then catch my plane. We don't have much time."
She put on the man's clothes and if she had not been so beautiful, she would have looked ridiculous. We caught a taxi and found the apartment. It wasn't a bad place and it looked pretty secure. Maybe she would be safe after all.
Helga and Isabelle were once more being tormented by the sadistic group of Adhir's friends.
Helga was standing straight but tied from head to toe. The ropes cut her skin, particularly the one that was needlessly tied between her legs. Her arms were at her sides, her head was bowed, and she was crying bitterly. The ropes didn't bother her that much. She had been tied often and got used to them, but they had added a new dimension to her suffering.
They had taken large hollow dildos which opened at one end by screwing the head off. The other end was a little wider and it was also open.
They had tied strings around her tits, put them through the hollow dildos, then began pulling her tits into the tubes. They had to squeeze and twist to get tits inside the tubes but ignoring her screams they finally forced them in far enough to suit them. But to add to her agony, she sewed the dildos in place through the holes that were already in the tube. Her tits were pierced six times each with the long needle.
They screwed the heads back on. Now she stood with rubber cocks sticking out where her tits should have been.
"You've heard of tit fucking haven't you?" They asked her. "Any way you are going to fuck Isabelle in her ass and cunt at the same time. Your name will be up in lights for holding the record as the only person in the world to double fuck another girl all by herself."
Isabelle was put in a most uncomfortable position. They had tied one leg to a ring in the floor. The other leg was pulled up in back and out to the side. They pulled it so tight that her other leg was off the floor. The position opened both of the holes that were soon to be filled with rubber cocks. One arm was raised to the ceiling while the other was twisted around in back of her raised leg, and then tied with a string to her nipple. Her tit was disfigured from the strain.
Helga was placed between Isabelle's legs and made to kneel on a stool so that her tits would be at cunt level. They took the dildos and forced them into the unprotected small holes. Both girls cringed in agony knowing full well that it would do no good to argue or to complain.
Helga's tits were greatly distorted and even moving as close to Isabelle that she could, there was no easing the strain. Isabelle was panting. Her cunt could take the rubber cock, but her asshole and leg were in pain. She sobbed trying to plot out the humiliation of having her holes so abused in front of so many men. She did not mind a little pain now and then so long as there was some pleasure connected to it but now everything hurt her and she was getting no pleasure at all.
The position of the girls did not allow for much entertainment since they were so tightly bound that they could not move. They may sob and twist but that was about all. The men wanted more.
Helga was finally released. They allowed her a minute or so to rub her tits which the men enjoyed.
Three men took hold of Helga, one on each leg and the third around her twin globes. They began to carry her over to an iron statue. As soon as she saw it, she began to struggle. She fought harder than ever before in her life. She had seen another girl on it one time and that girl became a zombie. She walked around all day long fingering herself or fucking herself with whatever they gave her. She would rub her pussy bloody raw before they would tie her to prevent further damage.
The statue had a body like a man. Its legs spread wide apart. The arms were long and were used to clamp the victim in place, and that place was a huge phallus that was made of copper. On the head of it was a small rubber cap that had soft inch long rubber fingers. At the very tip was a small hole through which a fine oil poured into the cunt of the poor girl who was locked to it.
The head was an animal of some kind, the nose of which was shaped like a cock. It was made of wood and showed the teeth marks from numerous other girls who were forced to sit on its huge false cock.
The chest was massive but had two indentations with copper plates in the middle. They were placed to hold the tits.
Helga fought hard against them but slowly they got her legs wide apart and her cunt over the cock. They eased her down on it, forcing her pussy to stretch wide apart.
"Please, not this. Anything but not this. I'll suck your cocks, I'll lick your asses, you can do anything to me but don't do this." She screamed. They were pleased with her response and worked even more quickly to get her into place.
She had the whole thing inside her and they brought the iron arms around to hold her there. She tried to move off of it but could move only an inch or so, which did nothing more than cause the dildo to go in and out of her dry pussy.
A man flipped a switch in back of the statue, and a small current of electricity began to go through the dildo and tit plates. It also caused the dildo to begin to move up and down and to spin around at intervals.
Tiny drops of oil began to seep out of the top to lubricate her pussy. In a matter of seconds, the whirling dildo was having its effect on her. She tried to fuck it, but was limited in her actions. Her asshole could be seen opening and closing. She began to moan, then move; she was almost at her orgasm, she cried out: "Fuck me, fuck my ass, please somebody fuck me asshole, stick it to me. Give me the biggest and hardest cock around and stick it in my ass."
She kept crying, stopping only long enough to take the wooden cock in her mouth and bite down on it, and try to get it down her throat.
Isabelle remained tied with her leg up in the air, but watched her friend Helga getting fucked and trying to fuck the statue.
It was easy to tell when she was almost at her climax because she screamed for more cocks, and then when it was over she would beg to be released. Before they began to release Isabelle, Helga already had four cums and her time had just started. Isabelle was silent but was astonished by the crude things that Helga said. She even begged for someone to piss on her, to fill her mouth with cum, to do anything, even whip her asshole.
After the sixth orgasm, Helga put her arms around the neck of the statue and hung limp. The dildo could still be seen, ramming in and out. Her ass was out from the stress of her waist being held against the iron lover.
It was Isabelle's turn for torment. She would also suffer but in a different method.
Isabelle was forced to stand facing a simple wood post with her arms tied to the sides at shoulder level. Her legs were pulled wide apart and chained to the floor. A pole was put at the base of the post and angled up toward her cunt. The end of the pole had a rough dildo that grew thicker toward the base so that the further it went into her, the more her cunt was stretched. Also on the end of the pole was a cup shaped to fit against her cunt and inside of the cup were a number of pins which would stick her if she got too close to them. In the center of the cup and just above the dildo was a wheel with bristles on the edge. The bristles were not stiff but they were not easy on the tender skin of her pussy.
Only the end of the dildo was in her cunt, but Isabelle knew that that was not the limit of her torment. They certainly had something else in mind for her.
Her position was already uncomfortable since she had to stand with her legs wide open and bent at the knees. She had to hold her ass back or else she would come in contact with the wheel and pins, plus having the dildo ram further into her.
One of the men came forward and put a rubber band of four inches around her hips and connected it to the post. He adjusted it until it was somewhat stretched. Isabelle now not only had to fight the position but she had to fight against the pull of the band also.
She didn't think about how her ass was vulnerable to the whip or how much her hole was open to stray cocks who wanted to use her. Her only concern was keeping away from the cup but even the stance without the band would have caused her to weaken and to have her pussy pierced and brushed, but with the band, it was horrible. She had to rest and when she did, she screamed from the pain. It caused a number of cocks in the audience to grow hard and when the sheik gave his approval, they began to use her open hole. The added pounding against her ass caused her to strike the pin filled cup time and time again. Some of the men through that they were giving her pleasure by the way she backed her ass into them but she was only trying to avoid the pins.
Helga was not ignored. She had begged for someone to fuck her ass, now there was a line of people waiting their turn. She loved it when she was on the verge of a cum but afterward, she begged them to leave her alone.
The men took turns between them. They would fuck Isabelle's ass and then get in line for Helga. Both girls were crying and both had raw assholes.
By the time the men were finished with them, they were bleeding, particularly Isabelle who had been stuck so often by the pins. Cum ran out of the open holes, it formed puddles on the floor under their asses. Before the girls were allowed to rest after being untied, they were made to lick the floor clean. Neither was in shape to do it, but under threats of being put back on the instruments of torture, they reached back and found the strength they needed. Some of the men felt a tinge of pity for them, but a couple of sadists used the whips on their upraised asses until they had licked all of the cum from the floor.
In the meantime, the four girls were being punished for slight infractions of the rules. Their punishment was anything but slight.
Fralka had her arms tied behind her back and her wrists and elbows had been covered with five loops of the rope. Her mouth had a large ball gag held in place by a leather strap. Her legs were not tied but she was on her toes because a hook was in her pussy. It was connected to the ceiling by a thin rope. Every time she started to stand flat, the hook dug deeper into her tender flesh.
Trudle was standing in front of her in an equally difficult position. Her hands were tied to her thighs and she was also on her toes because of the hook in her ass holding her up. She was likewise gagged with a huge ball in her mouth.
The two girls could not move from their positions because it would put a strain on the ropes hooked in their holes, but they wished they could move even a little closer together because they had strings tied to their nipples. The tension was great and their tits stretched to the limit. They tried time and time again to move closer together but the hooks were too much for them. They could do nothing but suffer until someone came to release them, but they did not rely on a quick release, for infractions were severely punished.
They would be lucky if at the end of their time on the hooks that they would not be whipped.
Erika and Karen were in no better position. They were on their backs. Their legs were pulled open and chained to the floor. Their arms were slightly out from their sides and also chained to the floor. A rope was tied around their waists and pulled up between their legs and connected through a pulley in the ceiling to small threads that had been tied to their nipples. They had been pulled up so they had to lean on their elbows with some of their weight on their feet. Each had a small lock of hair tied to the floor, forcing them to keep their heads upside down.
They were very uncomfortable. If they relaxed their hips, the rope would pull harshly on the threads on their nipples which were already distended. They could not even rest their shoulders on the floor for fear of tearing at their poor tits which were in pain.
A man knelt by their heads. Each rammed his cock into the girls' mouths. They didn't have any choice in the matter but had to suck. They could not enjoy the little sex activity because of the rope tearing at their tender cunts.
After each man had a cum and shot over their face, the girls were left to suffer.
All four of them thought that they were tied for hours but in reality, they were there only for a few minutes. There was no sense in ruining good cunts.
When their time was done, they all thought that their cunts had been torn apart. The pain made them think of nothing else but the spot between their legs. But they were not allowed to rub themselves.
Adhir had considerable knowledge about women. He knew that pain he had caused the four girls was not so intolerable but was just enough to cause a slight ache that would soon turn to a tingle that would cause them to think about the favored spot which was their desirable cunts.
As usual he decided to let them think even more about sex. He had them tied to walls around the room to let them see the night's orgy. They had their arms raised above then-heads and tied easily with nylon cords. Their legs were free.
Before the festivities began, he had a couple of the palace's ladies oil their bodies. The women knew how to excite other women. They applied the oil very gently, making sure that the sensitive areas were well covered. Each girl had oiled fingers inserted in her cunt and ass. The digits slipped in so easily that they felt the excitement grow. By the time the orgy began, each girl felt the need for a stiff dick but they were admonished not to ask to be fucked.
They watched as long cocks were being sucked and beautiful women had their cunts and asses filled by and time again. Their cunts ached for satisfaction. Even the shy Fralka stood with her legs open in an invitation for the many cocks that saw her. She slowly opened her legs and pushed her hips out when she saw a man looking at her. It was a clear invitation that did not go unnoticed but she was not to enjoy the cock that she had aroused.
Erika saw a man watching her and she opened her mouth and slowly wet her lips. She told him without words that she wanted to suck him, but he only held his cock and pointed it in her direction. She was even more excited. She thought that she had convinced him to fuck her but he too left her alone.
The girls were learning. Their entire life was beginning to be centered around their legs. They would know what it was like to have a cunt that was constantly begging for comfort.
CHAPTER 4
When I arrived back in Berlin, Valentia was there waiting for me. She was wearing something that did little to hide her charms. She smiled as she took the briefcase from me and led me off to her waiting car.
"Did you learn anything?" she asked.
"Not definite but I'm pretty sure where Karen is. From what I heard, she's in Adhir's palace being held there for his amusement." I told her as I looked at her long leg sticking out from the slit of her dress.
"Just as I had suspected. I've heard stories about that place but nobody will listen to me."
She drove directly to her apartment. When I questioned her a smile came across her face. "You can stay with me for awhile can't you?" There was no reason to object.
We went into her apartment and she walked directly to her bedroom and put my briefcase there. I dropped my bag and looked around the room. It was built for sex. There were more pieces of equipment than one could imagine.
We went into the other room where Valentia fixed a couple of drinks. I was sitting on the couch and she took a chair just opposite. Instead of being close, she first wanted to go through her teasing antics.
Her dress was slightly open, once more to show her love nest that was so thinly covered. When I didn't get all hot and bothered, she spread her legs ever so slightly. She was determined to get me hot. I was just as determined to keep the upper hand.
When she got up to fix another couple of drinks she made sure that her tiny black panties were visible.
When she sat down again, she didn't bother to cover anything. I could see where her bikini had kept her skin white. It was only a fraction above her hairline which was now exposed. The black lace triangle hid only a part of her.
She was asking to be fucked. She was the aggressor. It was no longer ego satisfying but an insult. The man is supposed to be the instigator.
I went into the bedroom and found the things I needed to teach her a lesson. When I went back to her, I quickly put handcuffs on her. She looked frightened. I put a rope around the link and pulled her arms up and then down in back and tied the rope to the chair.
"What are you doing?" She was losing her composure.
"This will keep you silent." I had a huge penis gag that I forced into her mouth. I was far larger than any cock and it forced her mouth wide open. She was silent but her eyes followed my every move.
I pulled her leg over the heavy padded arm of the chair and tied it to the back leg. Then I did the same to her other leg after I had moved her ass to the edge of the chair.
Her cunt was barely covered but I had to tear her dress to expose her tits. I took a handful of one and put a thick rubber band around it, forming a ball of the tender flesh. Another rubber band did the same for the other tit. She looked down at her now defenseless tits and moaned. I slapped them, from one to another until they were red. Tears fell from her eyes.
I went back into the bedroom to find some other things to keep her comfortable. While I was searching I ran across some large color photos of young women. They were in sets of five. The first was a large portrait while the others showed each girl wearing only a pair of panties, in bondage, then getting fucked or sucking.
I didn't recognize any of them but I suspected that they were in Adhir's house or at least had been there. I put them back where I found them and kept looking around for the objects that would make Valentia still more comfortable. I finally found them. They were dildos. I found the largest ones there and then got some adhesive tape.
Valentia stared at me. She was still fearful, but now she didn't know if I found out her secret or not. I ripped the triangle off of her cunt, exposing her open holes.
When she saw the huge dildos that I had in my hands she began to scream into the gag. I didn't waste any time. I took the largest one and began to shove it up her ass. It was hard because her ass wasn't that big. She was screaming. I watched the skin of her ass turn white as the dildo dug into her. I reached back and shoved. At last it penetrated a couple of inches. The rest was easier. I merely had to push.
The dildo for her cunt was easy. I checked her cunt. It was dry, but that didn't stop me from pushing the rubber cock into it. When both were sticking out of her by a couple of inches, I took the tape and wrapped it around them and then taped them to the hair of her pussy to keep them from slipping out. I didn't worry about them going in any further. They were much too big.
I wanted to do something else to her tits but they looked like they were suffering enough. I took one final check and was satisfied that she wasn't going to get out of the ropes. I stripped and got a pillow and a blanket out of the bedroom and went to sleep on the couch where she could watch me.
I don't know how long I slept but when I woke up, Valentia was sitting there in her bonds with her head bowed. She had fallen asleep. I watched her for a few minutes wondering why she had those photos and why she had all that equipment to torment women.
She said she wanted to be hurt, but I didn't really believe her. She wasn't the type. It was time to wake her. I went to the kitchen and got a large bowl of ice and water. I let the ice chill the water while I got dressed.
She looked so peaceful when I threw the water on her. It startled the hell out of her. It was not what she was expecting. I stripped the tape off of her pussy hair. A lot of it stuck to the tape. She was really crying now. She was a phony. She didn't like pain.
She looked at me in agony. The rubber bands on her tits and the rough pull of the tape on her pussy hair were not too pleasant. I took off my belt, folded it in two and used it on her tits. I didn't stop until they were an angry red. More tears fell.
I took the rubber bands off her and went out to supper.
When I returned, Valentia was still tied to the chair but there was a difference. She wasn't gagged. I didn't press the matter but stored the information for future use.
I took the ropes off her and picked up my things and left the apartment. She didn't say a word.
It didn't take long to arrange for a shipment of rifles to Adhir. To make sure that things would go right in Dakarto, I took an early flight to be there before they arrived.
Gretchen was in the apartment that Adhir had loaned to me. Somewhere she found something to wear. It wasn't the type that would be worn outside, but it kept her from being completely nude.
The marks on her body had just about faded. She was even better looking than I had remembered. Her very first action on seeing me was to put one arm around me and grab my cock with the other.
"I've got to get it ready. I've been waiting for it." She smiled.
"You're too anxious. Adhir must have trained you too well."
"To tell the truth, he did open another door. I didn't realize how good a hard cock could be."
"First things first. Did you hear any more from the palace?" I asked, pretty much sure that she would not have.
"No. I've been here by myself. A couple of men brought some things in, but I did in another room. They didn't see me."
"I'd better make arrangements to see him. He may be waiting to get his equipment."
"When are you going?"
"It's early enough, I'll go over there now."
"Shame. I was waiting for your loving."
"I'll be back soon."
Adhir must have left instructions at the gate. The guards let me in without any delay. One of his ministers was waiting for me. After we had finished our business, which he almost ignored like it wasn't at all important, we went into another room for lunch.
There were more girls there waiting for us. Once more they were nicely dressed. My dick jumped when I thought about what they were not wearing underneath. It was easy to see. No matter how well a dress is put on, there is always a slight line which shows what is below, but in their case there was nothing.
I looked around for Helen but didn't see her. I was looking forward to another go with her. I didn't want to ask. My position wasn't so secure that I could be so forward.
In a few minutes Adhir came in. We chatted a few minutes about his shipment and he seemed pleased that it was so easy. I didn't hear too much of what he was saying because of the hand on my leg creeping toward my growing cock. He knew what was happening so he didn't get into the deep details of the transfer.
Just like he was reading my thoughts, he asked me if I wanted to see Helen. I smiled, not wanting to show my eagerness.
"Come along, I'll let you see her," he said as we wondered down a long pair of steps to an underground cellar.
We pushed in through one of the numerous doors. Helen was in the center of the room. Her hands were tied with ropes hanging from the ceiling. She was not strained at all and in fact had room to move around, but there was a pained expression in her eyes.
She was nude except for a rose covering her cunt. She tried to smile but it didn't come off quite right.
"Are you comfortable?" Adhir asked her.
"Yes, master. Very." she lied.
"It's a shame that you have to be punished. You must be tired of standing. Would you like to sit down?"
"Oh no, master. I'm very comfortable and not at all tired." She answered too quickly.
Adhir laughed and motioned for me to walk around in back of her. I saw the reason for her reluctance to sit down. The rose was on the end of a long stem that still had its thorns. The stem had been put in the crack of her ass and a piece of tape had been put across her cheeks to hold it in place. Tiny drops of blood could be seen around the many thorns that punctured her skin.
Adhir walked around in front of her and opened his robe. His cock was exceptionally large and well ready for his purpose.
Helen was being honored by being fucked by the master but she wasn't too happy about it. He held her close and kissed her. She returned it more out of love than fear. I crossed her off of my list of people who could possibly help me in the future.
Adhir lifted one of her legs and inserted his cock into her already wet cunt. She lifted her other leg and wrapped it around him. He took hold of the cheeks of her ass and began to pump.
Helen was in heaven. She bit her lip and moaned. She begged him to fuck her harder, to hold her tighter. She moved her hips against him, not caring about the thorns sticking her ass crease. I could see blood running down her thighs and dripping to the floor. The tape was pulled off by Adhir and the stem remained stuck to her until it was pulled free.
It was a love bout between two lovers. She covered his face with kisses and after he shot into her, she asked to be released so she could lick his cock clean.
He refused her offer and when he was done, she kept her legs tight around him, trying to keep him close. He laughed and untangled her legs. He patted her pussy and closed his robe. She stood contented.
We left the room and on the way down the hall, I heard gasps coming from one of the rooms we passed. Adhir saw my questioning look and smiled: "Let's see what is happening. It sounds like a woman is in the midst of great pleasure."
He opened the door. There was a naked girl in the middle of the room. Her hands were strapped to her sides. Her feet were a few feet apart and chained to the floor. There were two poles sticking up from the floor and they disappeared inside her ass and cunt. Both poles were turning and moving up and down. There was another pole hanging from the ceiling. On the end was another dildo which was horizontal and at mouth level. The girl was greedily sucking on it even though there were no bonds holding her to it.
The poles moved slowly. It appeared they were not fast enough for her for she moved far more quickly up and down on them. She was humping her hips and she seemed to sit down as far as she could on them.
She saw us but didn't pay any attention. She was too engrossed in getting fucked.
"Let's leave her alone. She seems to be enjoying herself so there is no reason to interrupt her pleasure."
We shut the door. I don't think she even noticed. My cock was getting hard. I was hoping that Adhir would let me see the other rooms or at least offer me one of his many females.
"It's odd how some women live for sex while others resist it to the point of foolishness. Let me show you a couple of girls who have one orgasm after another but who still resist engaging in our activities. I know that they get a lot of pleasure from their honey holes but still they don't want to use them." Adhir seemed truly perplexed.
He opened another door. Inside were Helga and Isabelle. They were both against a wall. Their arms had been pulled up in back and chained. They were forced to bend far over or their shoulders would be greatly strained. Their legs were pulled apart and also chained to the wall. Their faces were at cock level and they were both busily sucking on a couple of hard dicks'.
"Look at that. They are fantastic sex partners when they are being abused but they absolutely refuse to engage when they are not bound. Why is that? Life could be so much easier for them. What you cannot see from here is that each one of them has been backed up against very thick plugs that fit nicely into their rear ends. I'm sure that neither one of them is very comfortable. So why do they fight me?"
There was no answer for him. I watched the two men drive their cocks into the girls' faces. Several times they moaned as the cocks drove deeper and deeper into them. I wondered how long they would have to stay in that position.
One man finished his business and left Helga with her face dripping with cum. Her head remained down. She didn't have enough energy to lift it. I noticed her tits were red from whip marks.
"How often do you whip them?" I didn't know if Adhir would answer or not but I had to ask.
"Whenever the marks from the previous whipping are no longer visible. If you will walk closer, you will notice that the skin is rarely broken." We moved closer to her.
Adhir felt one of her tits like he was examining a piece of merchandise. He rubbed his thumb over her nipple a few times and the effects were obvious. Helga was breathing faster and she lifted her head to show her closed eyes. She apparently enjoyed it. I was as perplexed as he. They did not enjoy pain but their responses would indicate that they loved being played with. It was a wonder.
The only thing I could figure out was that they thought that they could get more sex by denying that they liked it. It was a hard way to do it, but according to Adhir, the two of them got more than the others, even on a bad day.
So far I had not seen Valentia's sister. I had seen only a few of the girls that he had in his stable. I hoped that he would show me the other doors before he was done but we went back upstairs, where I had expected to be offered one of the many females who were running around the house half nude. I wasn't too put out when he sat down and started to discuss further purchases. I needed the money.
This time he was looking for other types of arms. Arms that were more destructive and which were much more difficult to obtain. I didn't know if I could find them or not, but I took his order. When he made no mention of having a girl, I went back to the apartment.
Gretchen was there waiting for me in her usual cheerful mood. She had the ability to lighten up the worst days. Her smile was more impish than beautiful.
After she kissed me like I had been gone for months, she stepped back and opened her robe. She stood with her legs apart and her hips thrust out.
"Look! My hair is growing back nicely don't you think?"
Who could resist her? I certainly couldn't. We spent the next few hours in bed.
The next few days were uneventful. I had nothing more to do than wait and for the shipment to arrive and to collect my money. Gretchen helped to keep from being boring.
* * *
A few days later, one of Adhir's men called and told me that the rifles arrived. I thought it was a little early but I didn't question him. I went to his place to pick up the cash, paid in solid marks. We were on very friendly terms by the time I left. He offered one of his girls again but with Helen to keep me happy, I had no need of another, but I was still looking for Karen. It would be nice to have to fuck every one of them before I found her.
Once more the girls were lined up and I was given my choice. I didn't see any new ones. Helen was not there so I picked out another girl who smiled like she was just named the Queen of the May.
Instead of going to a bedroom, we went down to the cellar once more. The young girl, who was wearing a dress that molded every curve, walked ahead of me and opened one of the many doors. When we were inside, she turned and smiled. I looked her over. The dress made her look more nude than if she had been naked.
I couldn't keep my eyes off of the crotch area that seemed to hold onto her very tightly.
"Do you want to tie me or strip me first?"
"Do you have to be tied?"
"I like it better. Then you can take any part of me and I can't stop you."
"You want to be ass fucked, don't you?" Her ass went beet red.
She stammered an answer. I was right and she didn't want to admit it. So what, a lot of women like to get it up their tail. She was just too embarrassed to admit it.
"No. I want to see you strip."
She wasn't as cheerful but she slowly undid the couple of snaps that held her dress together. When she unwrapped it, I found out why the crotch was so snug. There was a piece of material that was sewn to the inside of the dress and acted like a pair of built-in panties, except that it was nothing more than a thin strap.
She dropped the dress on the floor and stood nude in front of me. She held her legs together and stood straight. Her arms were at her sides. She waited while I inspected the firm breasts, the well curved hips, and the dark triangle that his her pussy. She was an exception. Most women look better when they are wearing a little something or another, but she looked fabulous without a switch.
"You are beautiful," I couldn't help but remark.
My comment stunned her. She tried to say something but nothing came out. I tried to help her out.
"Turn around." She complied much to my delight. Her ass was well formed buy maybe a little on the smallish size. There was a deep line where her legs and ass met. It formed a slight V, the bottom pointing to her hidden charms.
She opened her legs without being told and bent far over, putting her hands on the floor. Her pussy and asshole came into view. She was tempting me to ass fuck her.
I took my clothes off. I wasn't too interested in fucking standing up but I didn't have much choice. There were no beds there.
I walked over to her and ran my hands over her stretched ass. When my finger traced down between the cheeks, she moved her hips back toward me and groaned. I lingered at her asshole and she began to wiggle a little.
She put her hands on the insides of her thighs and ran them up toward her cunt. She pulled her lips further apart to show me the delightful hole.
"Hurry up," she said. I could see her cunt juices seeping out.
"I'm in no hurry."
"Don't tease me. That's mean."
I took my clothes off and stood in back of her. I rubbed my cock up and down her ass crack.
"I have to be tied. Please tie me. You know where I want it and you know I have to be tied."
Her legs were near two rings. It was easy to find leather cuffs and attach them to her ankles. I had now only to find something for her wrists.
There were chains hanging from the ceiling. I found more cuffs and put them on her wrists. I attached them to the chains after I had pulled her arms through her legs as far as she could reach. There was a crank on the wall which I used to tighten the chains. I turned first one and then another until her feet were off the floor and all of her weight was on her wrists.
"Am I open?"
"Wide open. In both places," I told her.
"Are you going to whip me?"
"Maybe enough to sting you a little. It would add to the excitement for you, wouldn't it?"
"Yes. But not if you cut me."
I found a short whip and let her look at it.
"Please, not too hard."
There wasn't much room to weld a whip. The chains were too close. I had to move around to the other side where I could bring the whip down over my head so the end would land between the cheeks of her ass where she wanted it.
The first couple of blows were in practice, but enough force was applied to make her groan. When I struck harder, she began to sob. Maybe I was wrong in hitting her. Maybe she didn't like pain at all. After a couple more blows, which were only hard enough to leave a thin red line, I dropped the whip and walked around to see what damage I had done. There wasn't evidence of any harm, in fact, the traces of the first blows disappeared while I watched.
I put my hand over the remaining red lines and traced them down between her ass cheeks. My finger found its way into her wet pussy. She gasped, and then when I stuck my wet finger into her ass, she wiggled around as much as the chains would allow.
"Don't tease. Do it to me."
Even in her bent position with her ass smarting from the whip, she could think of nothing other than getting fucked.
"Where do you want it?" I asked.
"Don't embarrass me. Please do it."
Women are strange characters. Here she was, her most private parts not only exposed, but they were also completely open and totally defenseless, and the only thing she could think of was not to be embarrassed. How much more could she expose? Only her deepest needs and desires.
"Where do you want it?" I teased.
"Please, don't make me say it. Just do it to me."
"I'm not going to do anything until you beg me and tell me where you want it."
She waited a few moments and then finally blurted out: "In my asshole. Please, fuck my asshole."
"Do you want me to cum inside of you?"
"I don't care, only fuck me and fuck me now. You are worse than the men who whip until I bleed. You shouldn't tease a woman like you are doing."
I gave her a few spanks for being so truthful. She was right but I didn't like being told. I left her hang there for a few minutes while I smoked a Camel. I watched as she cried.
"I'm sorry. I'll never say anything again."
For no apparent reason, I didn't feel sorry for her at all. I never did care for women who were always right. They irritated me.
When I finished the smoke, I went over to her and vowed that I would be as rough as possible. I didn't give her any warning. I rammed into her as hard as I could. She loved it. Even chained the way she was, she managed to wiggle around to make the scene even more enjoyable. She liked being treated roughly and acted like she had never been so thoroughly fucked.
I finished by letting my cum fly on her back. She had at least one cum herself and hung limp in her chains. She didn't seem to be in the slightest concerned about the awful position she was in. Still hanging upside down, with her cunt dripping, she thanked me. I didn't bother to release her.
"Are you going to leave me like this?"
"What better way is there? You are ready for the next hard cock that comes by. You wouldn't mind getting another ass fuck, would you?"
She had no answer. She knew she wanted it but could not answer for fear of revealing her true desires, desires that were centered in her ass. She was another woman who loved getting fucked but who expected the man to know exactly what she wanted.
I shut the door and went upstairs. I looked around for somebody to tell them I was leaving but there were only a few girls. I made use of the few minutes and surveyed the scene, wondering how I could get Karen out of there if and when I found her.
There didn't seem to be any guards and there were no signs of security alarms or television. There had to be something but I couldn't spot it.
I sat down and waited for one of Adhir's ministers who seemed to be ever present except when you needed them. Still checking around the room, I didn't notice one of his men walk in.
"Mr. Duffy. Are you waiting for something?"
"Ya, I didn't want to just walk out without telling somebody that I was leaving."
"That is my fault. We have so many guests who come and go without a word that I was negligent in not telling you. In the future, Mr. Duffy, please feel free to go and come back anytime you wish. You are a trusted associate of Adhir's."
"That's very generous of you. I'll see you on the next rip." I thought that there had to be a solution to the first part of the problem of getting her out of there.
Gretchen was all set for another bout in bed but I wasn't up to it. I didn't have the same drive I had when I was in my prime, but just knowing it was there and available made me feel like a king.
With some money in my pocket, I was able to take her out to one of the better hotels where they served continental food. Gretchen was delighted. She ate heartily and afterward questioned me about getting her out of Dakarto. I had forgotten to go to the Consulate to see about her passport. I told her I would not forget the next time.
* * *
Karen in the meantime was busy entertaining a few of Adhir's friends by being ass fucked by Trudle, and getting another fake cock rammed up her cunt by Erika. Fralka was busy with the whip to make sure that the girls fucked Karen to the best of their ability. She had good reason to do so because she was suffering more than the others.
They had put a metal frame on her that fit over her shoulders and around her back. It ended a few inches in front of her tits. They had tied strings around her nipples, pulled them outward through holes in the frame and then tied to the other nipple. Her tits were well stretched, and too disfigured to be attractive.
But that was not all, she was wearing a thick dildo in her ass which was held in place by adhesive tape that covered her pussy hair. Each step caused the dildo to move and to pull the hair where the skin was so sensitive.
Karen was bound only by her arms from ropes hanging from the ceiling. Her legs were free but she offered no resistance to the double fucking since she also wanted it to finish as quickly as possible.
The dildo that Trudle had to wear to ass fuck her was not only large but it had small knobs on it that scraped her asshole raw. She didn't mind the cock driving into her hole up front but she could have done without it.
* * *
When I arrived in Berlin, Valentia was not there to meet me. Maybe I had been too hard on her. It was of no concern to me. She was a bitch anyway. She had to have things her way or not at all. I could do very well without her.
Much to my surprise she was waiting for me in my apartment. She had removed her dress and waited only in bra and panties.
"Are you going to be hard on me again?"
"What are you doing here?"
"I had to find out if you learned anything."
"Well I didn't. I'll let you know when I do. But tell me something, is your sister anything like you?"
"What do you mean?"
"Is she a bitch?"
"Do you think I'm a bitch?"
"What do you want?" I asked, ignoring her question.
"I want you to take me."
"If I do, you will be hurt."
"That's why I'm here. You treat a woman like she's a woman."
'Take your pants off."
She quickly slipped out of them, and sat with her legs slightly apart. She waited.
"Now finger yourself and open your legs so I can make sure you're doing it."
She swung her legs over the arms of the chair and stuck a couple of fingers in her splayed cunt. She began to move them in and out very slowly. I could see the moisture on them.
"That's good enough. Now take your panties and dry out the inside of your cunt." She looked at me questioningly, but she did what I told her.
"Now put them in your mouth."
"What for?"
"So my neighbors won't hear your screams."
For the first time, she looked worried. It was a different view of her. She stuffed the tiny panties in her mouth and sat waiting. I made her stand up and spread her legs. Then I ripped off her bra and told her to put her hands behind her head and not to move.
I was sorry that I didn't have a whip that would cut her. I had to use my belt which was too wide to do any cutting.
She stood in the middle of the room and watched me remove my shirt and then take the belt out of my trousers. She looked so sad that I almost backed off of my plan. But for some reason I didn't trust her and wanted to whip the skullduggery out of her.
She watched my hand lower the belt to the floor. She instinctively turned slightly to the side, knowing full well where I intended to strike her.
"Either stand straight, or I'll tie you so you can't move a muscle." It was an idle threat since I didn't have a thing to tie her with other than a little bit of tape that was in the medicine cabinet but that wasn't nearly enough to do the job.
She turned to give me a clear swing at her pussy. I had full advantage of her. She was scared. I made her push her hips forward. She looked inviting. She was in position to take a hard cock and I was in the state to do it, but first things first.
I brought the belt up from the floor. The noise was louder than the actual force of the blow but still she yelled into the gag and bent forward. She took one hand down and grabbed her cunt.
While she was rubbing, I walked around the back of her and brought the belt down hard on her ass. I hit with as much force as I could muster. A red line appeared immediately. She jerked upright.
She was crying but that didn't stop me from swinging the belt once more in the direction of her cunt. Her hand was still on her cunt and it took the force of the blow. She moved her hand and held it with the other.
"I want you to stand without all of this bullshit of moving around every time you feel a little pain."
Once more she stood as I had directed. I was not satisfied with her explanation. She didn't like pain but here she was letting me whip her tender cunt. There was something wrong and I couldn't figure out where or what.
She stood without moving while I beat her pussy. She was crying. She didn't like it one bit. When I finished with her, she stood waiting for me to tell her what to do next.
"Get on your knees." She knelt without taking her hands from the back of her neck. I opened my pants and took out my now-hard cock. I pushed it in her face but she didn't move to take it in her mouth. I didn't want her to. I wanted her to wait until she was told.
She seemed to know what I wanted and kept her mouth shut but she didn't turn her head away.
"Open up." She did without question but she didn't start sucking. She just knelt there with a mouth full of cock. I took hold of her hair and held her head tightly and began to fuck her face. She gulped when my dick reached her throat and choked off her air.
I could feel her tears dripping on my cock. It was more exciting than any piece I ever had. She wasn't enjoying it one iota. It was strange for me; I never intentionally hurt a woman before, but now I was enjoying the hell out of her misery. I shot into her mouth much too quickly. I wanted to abuse her a little longer and to humiliate her as much as she probably humiliated others before I came into the picture.
"Can I get up now?"
I was about to tell her to do that but when she asked I changed my mind. "Stay there until I tell you otherwise."
I went into the bathroom to wash but the thought struck me, why not piss in her mouth! That would put the lid on the can.
I went back to her. Her head was bowed. She looked so humble and vulnerable.
"Open your mouth." I told her with my limp dick an inch away.
"No. You can't do that to me. Please. Don't do that. It's disgusting." She knew right away what I intended to do.
"Do you want more of the belt?"
"No. Please. But I can't do that. It's too much to ask."
"I'm not asking you, I'm telling you." I picked up the belt and without any warning, struck her tits. She screamed and took her hands down to hold them.
"Either open your fucking mouth, or I'll gag you and then tape your hands to your neck." She lowered her head and sobbed. She opened her mouth ever so slightly.
"Put your hands back where they belong." Once more her hands went in back of her head.
I stuck my dick in her mouth and let her drink a little. I gave her time to swallow before giving her another squirt. She was drinking. It seemed with more pleasure than disgust. Some of it dribbled out on her chin, then dropped down to her chest. I took my dick out of her mouth and began to squirt it on her body. She stretched out her chest then pushed her cunt up to meet the flow. When I finished with her, I washed up and went out to meet Hans Gerber. He would help me get Gretchen out of Adhir.
CHAPTER 5
Hans was very cooperative when I told him of the situation. We could get Gretchen out but Karen and the others were another problem.
While he made arrangements for another passport, I had to hustle to find where I could get the heavier arms that Adhir wanted. They were not that easy to find in spite of the number of groups who had them in their possession. It cost a bit more than I had expected just to find out who had them for sale.
I made arrangements to have them shipped through a company which didn't mind using another company's name.
Hans gave me Gretchen's new passport and I told him about the arms shipment.
"I know. That's been going on for years. We haven't moved on them because they would just set up another company and then we would have to investigate. It would cost us too much time. You can give us information on your contacts and let us know how they operate from the inside."
"I'll let you know everything I can but I hope you don't mind if I make a profit now and then."
"No. Make all you like." He laughed. "You need it from the looks of your suit."
He was right, but I never was one for making a show or trying to make some store rich just to look sharp.
Valentia came over to my place every day. She took everything I could dish out. I tried my best to humbler, which I did often, but still she came back looking for more. Even when I took her out to dinner to one of Berlin's more elegant places along the Kuhlem with a thick dildo jammed up her ass, she offered no objection.
I kept her pussy area nice and red with a belt. It got so that she would automatically stand with her legs open and waiting every time the marks from the previous whipping disappeared. I was growing tired of her so when it was time to go back to Dakarto, I was ready.
Gretchen was more than pleased to see me and when I showed her the passport I got for her, she acted like a little puppy. She waited until my next trip back before she herself went back.
Adhir was waiting for me when I arrived. He knew exactly when I would be there. His intelligence people knew everything about Dakarto. I wondered why they didn't know about Gretchen. They probably knew but didn't worry about picking her up until she started to leave the country. There could be more trouble than I expected.
We discussed the new shipment of arms. Adhir didn't seem overly excited by them. He seemed to take it for granted that they would arrive as scheduled. We talked about other types of weapons but I was at a loss as to the functions of most of them but he was satisfied that I leveled with him. It seemed to up my standing with him.
After our discussion, he invited me to accompany him to a part of his palace that I had not seen before. We went down the steps and through a large ebony door which opened to another room. It was no more than a foyer to still another chamber.
I was struck by the other entrance at the other side of the foyer. On either side of the door was a woman's leg made of marble. The center, where the door should have been was a hole in the shape of a cunt. Above the door was the labia. It was like walking into a large cunt.
The room was astounding. It was so huge that it was impossible to take it all in with just a glance. There were couches of silk, pillows where beautiful naked or partially naked women rested, pillars of marble on which other naked girls hung or where they stood chained facing or with their backs to it. Everywhere I looked, there were girls. Only thin lace covered some making them even more enticing. My dick jumped.
"Mr. Duffy, I'm sorry that I have to leave you alone for awhile, but I have pressing business elsewhere. I think you can find something to keep yourself busy until I return. Please feel free to do what you wish." Adhir left without another word.
I wondered if I could find Karen in this gold mine of women. Surely she was in there someplace.
Two young ladies approached, both scantily attired. Their nipples and cunt hair scarcely visible under the thin material that hung so precariously on their bodies.
They took hold of my arms and steered me toward a pile of fluffy pillows. It didn't take long for my clothes to disappear. I don't know if I took them off or they were removed by the girls, but in any case, they were quickly removed.
"What do they call you?" I asked one of them, hoping that I could find Karen with a few innocent questions about their names.
"I'm Lucia. But mostly they just call me Lucy." She didn't seem too put out by my question so I asked the other girl.
"I'm called Tiny." I laughed at her answer and took hold of a very large tit. "How can they call you that?"
She knew what I meant and rolled over on her stomach and spread her legs. She looked at me to make sure I was watching, then she opened her ass cheeks. "This is why." She wasn't at all amusing but more like she didn't care for what she was doing. I didn't know if I made an enemy or if I could get anything out of her. I didn't press the matter, but indicated that she should roll over on her side. She was happy that I didn't stick a finger in her.
"Do all of you have nicknames?"
"No. Some of us are called by our real names. But enough talk; you like this don't you?" she asked as she lowered her mouth over my stiffened dick.
I let her suck for a few minutes while I fondled the other girl. I was ready for a cum but first, I wanted to have a good look at the others.
"Come on. Let's do some exploring," I told them.
They followed me as I walked to the first two girls who were chained to one of the pillars. Both girls were facing it. Their arms were raised high and seemed to be hugging the marble column. Leather cuffs held their wrists tightly and small chains led from there to the cuffs on the other girl's wrists. A small hook in the pillar kept their arms up. If one girl tried to lower her arms, the strain would be felt by the other. They were not given much freedom of movement. Both of them were on their toes. Their tits were crushed flat by the cold marble.
Their ankles were encased by leather cuffs also and more chains held their legs around the column to connect to the other's ankles. Their asses stuck out in back and were a tempting sight. I put my hand over a well rounded ass cheek and the girl looked over her shoulder at me. There was no particular expression on her face to tell me if she liked it or not so I did not bother to explore further. It was enough to see that she was not Karen.
The girl on the other side didn't move a muscle when I stuck a finger in her cunt. It was dry but after a little gentle rubbing, it was soon wet. She wiggled her ass as much as the chains would allow. I pressed my cock in between her ass cheeks but did not enter. It was more fun building up to a big climax than in wasting all of it on one girl.
There was nothing to tell me if she were Karen or not except she had long black hair that fell down her back in soft curls. Karen was blonde but she could have dyed hair.
We moved off to another column where two other young ladies were bound with chains in the same manner except they had their backs to it. In this case, their pussies were pushed forward in invitation to be fucked. Both girls had been shaved and their exposed cunts were the most prominent part of them.
I signaled to Lucia by pointing to the girl's bare pussy. I wasn't too definite in what I wanted her to do. I wanted to leave that up to her. She didn't ask but went down on her knees and began to lick. The girl was fastened too tightly to the column for Lucia to get to her cunt hole but she did a good job in licking what she could reach. The girl was twisting and trying to keep Lucia's tongue close. She wanted more than Lucia could give her. I wondered how she would act if she were not chained. I tried to picture her before Adhir got his hands on her. Did she open her legs to female tongues before? Did she moan when a tongue dug deep inside of her? I doubted it.
Neither girl looked like Karen so I didn't bother with them too long or seem too interested in them. I had to spend equal time with all of them before I settled for one or two of them, otherwise someone may become suspicious.
There was a girl all alone on a couple of pillows. She lounged there just watching us. We went over to her. She was kept in place by a single chain that was attached to a leather corset she was wearing.
The corset was ridiculously tight. Her skin was pinched around the edges of it and from the way she was taking short breaths, she was having trouble breathing. On closer inspection, I could see a narrow leather strap extending from the front under her crotch and connecting to the back. The strap was equally tight and it buried itself in her cunt lips.
The three of us sat down near her and when I touched her legs to open them, she winced. Every movement caused the strap to bite and cut. She opened her legs slowly. I could see the strap had cut her cunt lips and tiny drops of blood could be seen where the strap did its duty.
The corset had been laced up in back with leather thongs and then buckled over on top of that. Her waist was cinched too tightly for any other reason than punishment.
"What did you do to deserve that?" I asked.
She was willing to talk and told me that she had gained three pounds.
"How long do you have to wear it?"
"Until I'm back to my normal weight."
"I hope it doesn't take you too long. That thing looks horrible."
"It's worse than you think. There's a big plug stuck up my tail which hurts like hell. I'd had to wear it now for three days for fifteen hours a day."
"It keeps people from screwing you when you don't want it," I told her.
"If they want me, I still have to use my mouth."
She didn't wait for me to tell her, but she put her small hand around my dick and lowered her head. She was fantastic. I was just about to cum before I pulled her off. I wanted it to last. She asked me why I stopped her and before I could answer, she once more tried to take me in her mouth.
I rolled her over on her stomach and removed her crotch strap. The plug in her ass was difficult to get out and she moaned as I pulled. I signaled once more for the girls. They climbed all over the girl and began to eat. Tiny sat on the girl's face and forced her cunt down so hard I thought she would break the girl's teeth.
There were a few handy whips but the show they were putting on was more than enough to entertain me. I had to pull the girls apart to talk to the leather bound girl. Their faces were flush and wet. More than one had a cum but they went at it so avidly that it was hard to tell which ones.
The girl in the corset was gasping for breath but at the same time she was industriously rubbing her now-sopping pussy. Her eyes were glazed when she looked at me and opened her long legs. She framed her cunt and shoved her hips forward. "Fuck me." It was nothing more than I expected her to say. Her mind was on her hot cunt and she wanted it filled with hotter cock.
I picked up a whip but not with the intention of using it on her. It was something to do with my hands while I watched her put on a show for us. She was so worked up that she would have taken any cock that came along, human or animal.
"She needs to be whipped," Lucia said to no one.
"I bet she could do a job fucking one," Tiny added.
There was no sense questioning her. She was too far gone to think about anything else. I never saw a girl so enrapt in her honey hole.
I held the whip handle a few inches from her dripping cunt to see her reaction. It was immediately evident that she didn't care what was stuck inside of her. The leather handle was not so soft or smooth but she moved her hips toward it and shoved her cunt onto it. She started to hump her hips like she was in a race. The rough handle had to be hurting her but she didn't show any signs of it.
She gripped the handle with her cunt and froze with her hips up in the air. She closed her eyes and bent her head back, gritting her teeth.
Slowly she opened her eyes. She looked at us and smiled. The whip handle was soaked with her juices. She took it from me and licked it off.
"Now, do you want to whip me?" she asked as she turned on her elbows and knees, holding her ass up to give me a large target.
"Stick it in her," Lucia suggested.
"She's still hot. I bet she could take on an army and never get tired," Tiny added.
"What do they call you?" I asked her, expecting to get an answer that applied to her hot body.
"I'm Karen, but you can call me whatever you wish."
I was surprised. I thought that she would be one of those bashful types but she wasn't in the least. Maybe she started out that way but now she was totally different.
I wondered if she wanted to get out of Adhir's palace or to remain there and her fill of cocks and cunts. Then again, maybe she was just putting on an act.
I got up and walked around the large room, looking at some of the other girls. I had already spent too much time with her. I would have to work my way back to her if it were possible.
The next girl we came to was in far greater stress than the others we had seen so far.
She was on her knees. A long bar held her ankles far apart. Her wrists were tied with ropes and each hand stretched toward the end of the bar. There was a vertical bar affixed to the center of the other. The end of it ended in the girl's asshole. She had her hair tied with string and pulled so far back that she was actually looking up at the ceiling. There was a lattice work on either side of her that connected with two other bars that were horizontal to the floor and above her head by about a foot. Between the two bars and centered over her face was a circular piece of metal. From the circle there protruded other bars which served as foot rests. The girl's nipples were tied with threads to the bars above her head. They were pulled to the point that her tits looked like elongated cones.
The girl had a metal ring in her mouth which kept her from closing it.
"What is this for?" I asked them.
"It's easier to show you," Lucia laughed.
She climbed up on bars and sat on the circle of metal. Her feet fit into the resting bars. Her cunt was directly over the girl's open mouth.
"Now do you know?" Lucia asked. I nodded that I did. It was too high for the girl to lick the cunt above her face.
Lucia began to let forth a stream of piss that landed in the girl's mouth. She coughed and struggled but she was held tightly enough to keep her from moving too far away from the flow. Most of it went into her mouth and the rest splattered against her face and dripped onto the floor after it had made a path down her body.
Directly under the girl was a drain to catch the runoff. Adhir didn't want to have his favorite room fouled but he also wanted to provide a different type of pleasure.
When Lucia finished, she climbed off the bars and Tiny took her place. The girl could do nothing but suffer the indignity.
"This is the ladies room. There is another for men on the other side of the room. Do you want to use it?"
"No. Not now," I told her.
I turned to take another look at Karen who was still chained by her tight leather corset. Her hand was down between her legs and playing with her ever wet cunt. I was almost convinced that she didn't want to leave. If she liked sex the way she appeared to, there would be no way that she would ever want to go home. Her fingers were too busy to be an act.
We moved off to visit another girl. She was in a bent over position but on her feet. Her legs were open but not stretched too greatly, but her holes were clearly visible and available. The only bonds she had on her were straps at mid thigh which held her tight to a moving stand. Another strap around her back kept her from standing straight. The padded stand supported her from mid stomach to mid thigh. The stand was held up by a bar that was set in the floor at an angle of about forty-five degrees.
She was not otherwise secured but she did have two cock-shaped handles to hold onto. They were just in front of her.
Lucia pushed a button on the side of the stand and it began to move. The part holding her thighs moved forward, forcing her to bend her legs with it. Her ass was moving up and down. She turned her head to see what was going on, knowing that one of her holes would soon be filled.
Tiny took hold of my cock and directed it toward the moving asshole. No matter how hard she tried, she could not get it in the hole. She had to stop the machine and then insert it. When I was in place, with my cock gripped tightly by the small hole, she pushed the button once more and the thing began to rock. I didn't have to do a thing, just stand there and let the machine do all the work. The girl was equally unoccupied. The machine was very efficient.
"What a way to get fucked. Do you like it," she asked me.
"It's easy but your tight ass sure adds to the pleasure. It feels like your ass is going to pull my dick off."
"I wish you could go faster. I like it hard and fast." She wasn't at all embarrassed.
"If I went any faster, I'd shoot in a second."
"I don't care, you can fill my ass with all of the cum in the world."
I was about to cum and couldn't hold off much more so I moved around in front of her and stood between the dildo handles and stuck my cock in her mouth. She took it like she was dying of hunger.
Lucia stood watching, licking her lips. I told her to eat the girl's pussy.
"I have a better idea," she said as she went over to a cabinet and returned with an attachment for the machine. When she set it in place, it fit into the girl's cunt. The attachment remained still while the stand moved the girl up and down on the dildo.
She wasn't too impressive in sucking cock. I made a motion for Tiny to kneel down near us. She jumped to it. I wondered if every girl in here was cock hungry or if they were just putting on an act.
Tiny took my cock in her small mouth and tried to suck my balls up through my dick and into her mouth. She was sucking harder than any girl I'd ever met and she could take it down her throat without any trouble. Lucia fingered the girl's ass while Tiny brought me to a long cum. She drank every drop and didn't change her working habit. She kept sucking just like nothing happened. I had to rest after that go around.
I staggered over to Karen and sat down on the large pillows. She was still fingering herself but smiled when she saw me approach. She must have thought that I was going to fuck her. My real intention was to find out her attitude about trying to get out of there.
"Eat me," she said without waiting for me to even get settled.
I took her hand away from her cunt and looked at the swollen lips that had been chaffed by the leather strap. "Do it."
I bent over and kissed her cunt, but didn't linger on it. I was in a hurry to find out more about her. I crawled up next to her and took her in my arms. She wanted to fuck but I had to wait.
"Don't you ever get enough cock?"
"No. I could fuck all day."
"If that corset is too tight, I'll loosen it for you," I told her, trying to open the conversation up where she wouldn't worry about talking to me.
"No. I like it just as it is. It makes me feel sexy as hell. Look how small it makes my waist. If I wear it long enough, I may stay this size."
"Do you like torturing yourself like that?"
"I'd rather have somebody else do it for me, or to me, but as long as there is no one, this is good enough."
When I picked up a nearby whip and touched her legs to have her open them, her eyes showed her true feelings. She was scared to death of the whip.
I touched her inner thighs gently with the whip handle. She was trembling.
"Why did you he to me? You don't like to be hurt," I whispered in her ear.
"I was afraid that you would whip me if I didn't ask you to do it," she said after awhile.
"So. The truth of the matter is that you are not here of your own free will."
She thought a minute as though wondering what her answer would bring. "No. I've been here for months, and every day they do things to me that are too horrible to talk about."
"If I could get you out of here, would you want to go?"
"Yes, of course, but I doubt that you can. I'm never free. They keep me tied or chained. Look at my ankles." I looked and saw the rings where manacles had rubbed the skin raw.
"Why do you want to help me?" she asked somewhat unbelieving.
"Your sister asked me to find you."
"Ha. That's a laugh. She is the cause of my being here."
"I don't understand."
"I had no intention of coming here but when she needed another model, she begged me to help her out. I didn't need the job but she was so convincing that I came down."
"Do you mean that your sister arranged this whole thing?"
"Of course. She's been doing it for years."
"Didn't you know that most of the girls who came here seldom returned?"
"I'd heard stories about it, but there was nothing to say that it wasn't any more than a tale. You hear all sorts of things in this business so I didn't pay much attention to it. After all, my sister was the promoter, so why should it be anything but a rumor."
"I don't know how to go about it just yet, but there should be a way out of here. Let me work on it."
Now, I had to get out of here and get back to the continent. I had a few things to settle with Valentia. Why would she send me after her sister when she was the one who caused her to be here in the first place? Why did she call me? Why is she so willing to be debased? Things didn't add up.
Before I left, Karen told me to whip her just to show them that the customer was satisfied, I had to leave a few marks on her ass and then to add to the proof, I made Tiny and Lucia give her a tongue bath. I didn't know if Karen enjoyed it or not but she sure as hell acted like she did. She even managed to get her tongue into a couple of cunts herself. When I left, her face was wet with pussy juices. Her legs were partly open, just enough to see the cum dripping out.
I looked around the room and wondered what it would be to be ten or fifteen years younger with all of those bare cunts ready and available, if not willing.
Gretchen was waiting for me when I got back to the apartment. I had stopped by and got her some clothes to wear. They were not the latest but they appeared alright to me.
We took a taxi to the airport and got on our flight without one bit of trouble. It was a surprise. Certainly Adhir must have had some people looking out for her and one of the places had to be the airport. It was too easy.
I kept Gretchen in my apartment until I could take care of things. One of them was Valentia. I questioned Gretchen about how she got to Dakarto. She told me that it was an assignment but did not mention names. The only way I could involve her was to let Gretchen see her.
Valentia was somewhat reluctant to go to my place with me. She was afraid of what I could and probably would do to her. She was a cunt that needed training. I enjoyed training her.
When we got to the apartment, Gretchen saw Valentia but did not recognize her. It didn't make sense until later. Maybe it was a fluke that somebody else was really the cause of the girls being kidnapped. Anyway, I didn't pay much attention to either one of them but I did relate to her that I found her sister. I began to question her about her involvement. She gave me plausible answers but things did not sit right with me.
The three of us got involved in a few sex games. It was inevitable. With Gretchen wearing only a pair of panties and a bra, and Valentia wrapped in a clinging dress, they were more naked than if they had nothing on.
I was resting in my room while the girls were still in the living room. They must have thought that I was asleep because they did more talking than they had before. I listened carefully.
"Why do I have to go there?" I heard Gretchen ask.
"It's either that or go back to Dakarto. You were told that your cunt is valuable. Well, we're going to make good use of it."
"But I heard about that place. It's horrible. They treat women like they are nothing but whipping slaves. No girl has ever come out of there without being marked for life. Can't I go to one of the other places?"
"No. It's out of the question. They need some fresh meat and you are it. Of course, if you want to go back, they can always use you in one of their houses, and you know what they do to women there."
"Now. I want you to shave, fix your hair and put on some makeup. Don't wear anything except a dress and a pair of shoes. They will give you all of the clothes you need when you get there."
"Will they put the rings on me?"
"Certainly. Every girl there wears rings. I told you that."
The conversation made sense to all of the other things that had happened. They let Gretchen get out because they wanted her back on the continent to use her in one of then-other places.
So that was it. Adhir trained girls for more than just his own place. It was a widespread ring of white slavers. Valentia found the girls. With her fake model agency she was able to get the prime females. Adhir trained them and supplied the other places, but why did she involve me? And why did they have Gretchen contact me? There were still a lot of questions that were unanswered but the most pressing was what to do about Karen. She was not in a very easy situation and most likely, her sister wanted her to stay there.
"Suppose I escape?" I heard Gretchen ask.
"You saw the two girls, Helga and Isabelle, didn't you. Well, the same thing will happen to you if you try it. They tried and you saw what is happening to them."
"How can you do such a thing? It's inhuman. Someday the police will catch you."
"There is a lot of profit in a nice looking cunt, but there is even more in a beautiful one. You fit the bill nicely. You are beautiful and you have a nice tight pussy, and even a tighter asshole. You will make a lot of men very happy, particularly those who like to torture women. You would be surprised how much they pay to have a night with women like you."
I played like I was still sleeping. I could hear Gretchen crying.
"Now stop that. You will have it easy as long as your cunt holds up. I want you to be ready tonight. Give that old fool Duffy some kind of an excuse and meet me at my place. We'll take you to your new home."
Valentia came in the room and pushed me awake.
"Come on. Get up. You can't be that tired." Little did she know that I had heard every word.
I went along with whatever they wanted. If I could follow her that night, I might be able to do something for Gretchen.
CHAPTER 6
Hans and I followed Valentia when she and Gretchen left her apartment in a car. We wound around the back streets of Berlin until we reached a large house that was well hidden by a high stone wall.
Hans didn't know anything about it. It was a new place for him but there was nothing we could do for the moment. He would have to check to see if there was any information in the police files about it or if they had had any complaints.
Gretchen walked into the house to experience things she had never thought about. She had heard stories but nothing positive.
The second she walked in the door, a woman ripped her dress off her. As she stood naked and in fear, the woman jammed a finger into Gretchen's cunt so hard that she gasped in pain. The woman hooked her finger deep inside and pulled up, forcing Gretchen to her toes. The woman then pulled her into a room off to one side of the entrance. Gretchen followed as well as she could but the woman tugged so hard that when she tripped, the woman grabbed her by the hair and held on tightly with her finger in Gretchen's sore pussy.
When she was in the center of the room, the woman released her grip only to put a leather strap on Gretchen's elbows. They were pulled together until they touched. Gretchen's tits stood out. They were already well out but with the added pressure, they stuck out even more, making them a tempting target for any one inclined to hurt them.
Another strap was put on her wrists and then still another wide strap was hooked around her neck. A half hood was connected to the neck strap. Gretchen was pushed over and she landed on her ass on the floor.
Ankle straps were put on her and ropes were connected to them. Then they began to pull the ropes up toward the ceiling. Gretchen's legs began to raise and to open. They pulled until her face was at cunt level and her legs were severely stretched apart. She knew better than to complain even though she felt so helpless and alone.
The woman got out a wide leather strap. She turned to Valentia. "Do you want to tenderize her cunt?"
"I've never done that. It might be fun to try," Valentia told her. The woman handed the strap to her and she took up a position between Gretchen's widely stretched legs. Gretchen had been whipped between her legs many times but she never got used to it. It was not only painful, but it was so humiliating. Her most private part was exposed and defenseless. Anybody could do anything to it and she could not fight them. Now there was still another person who knew her most intimate parts.
Valentia brought the strap down with some force. Gretchen gasped in agony. The pain raced through her legs and into her brain. How many, she wondered. Only the woman knew. Time and time again the strap hit her cunt until it was red and swollen. She hung upside down. Tears fell from her eyes but she did not cry out or beg for mercy.
They let her hang for a few minutes, then brought in six girls. They were all naked except for a leather band around their necks, to each, their cuffs wrists were attached with chains. In back of them was another strap which went down to their assholes and attached to a dildo that was buried deep in those holes. The leather strap kept it from falling out or from going in any further.
The first girl was brought over to Gretchen. She stood facing her. The half hood that was connected to Gretchen's neck strap was pulled up, forcing her face into the girl's cunt. The end of the strap was buckled to the end of the strap that was holding the dildo in the girl's ass. Each movement by Gretchen was felt by the girl. The Dildo was covered with hard rubber knobs and it seemed to the poor girl that she could feel every one of them.
"Now. Stick your tongue in that cunt and get busy. We will let you go as soon as each one has been licked to a climax," the woman told her.
Gretchen had eaten pussy before so it didn't make much difference to lick a few more. She felt the tongue on your sore labia, then felt it work its way down inside of her hole. Gretchen didn't fight it. She would have to have a lot of cums before she could get out of the awful position.
She worked her hips into the girl's face. She forgot about the misery and concentrated on getting a cum. She forgot about the dildo that was stuck in the girl's ass and when she moved her head trying to get a better angle to lick, she heard the girl moan.
The first girl came in her face. Another one was put in her place. Again Gretchen was busy licking. Her jaw was already aching but she knew better than to stop. She licked until she felt the girl's cunt muscles grip her tongue and felt her push down toward her face. Two down, thought Gretchen. But they didn't release the girl until Gretchen had her second cum.
Each orgasm grew further and further apart. And each one made her cunt more sore. But she could do nothing but eat and be eaten. She didn't think of anything except tongues and cunts.
The first few cums were easy but after the fourth, they came very slowly. Her cunt was really sore and her mouth tasted like one big cunt. Her face was soaked with pussy juice. She had only one thing to be happy about, she didn't have a dildo stuck in her ass like they did.
By the time the last one was in place, Gretchen was crying. Her cunt really hurt. Even a soft tongue felt like a piece of sandpaper. Valentia watched in amusement while Gretchen suffered. It made her hot and she took hold of one girl by her hair and pulled her down to her cunt. Valentia closed her eyes and felt the tongue dig deep inside. She came in seconds but Gretchen couldn't. The girl had to lick her for almost an hour before they finally called a halt.
"Do you want to watch?" the woman asked Valentia.
"Of course. I've never seen it done before."
The woman brought out a long thick needle. Gretchen still hung upside down. She felt them touching her cunt. She wondered what else they could do to her.
When the woman took hold of her very sore labia and without hesitation, punctured it with the long needle. Then she immediately inserted a thick ring. She closed it by forcing the one end into an opening in the other end. The ring could not be moved without it being cut.
Gretchen didn't feel much more pain than she was already experiencing. She didn't even cry out. The woman looked down at her to see if she had passed out. When she saw Gretchen looking up at her, she ordered a couple of the girls who were not chained, to release her and let her sit down.
Gretchen could barely move. She walked with her legs open but even the added pain did not make her cry out.
The woman told her to sit on the edge of the chair and to keep her legs open. The last part of the order was easy to obey. Gretchen couldn't close her legs even if she wanted to. There was too much pain down between them.
In a few minutes, a girl arrived with some salve. The woman knelt between Gretchen's legs. She opened the jar and began to pat some balm on the sore cunt.
"I usually let my girls suffer for awhile but you seem to be a pretty good kid. At least you don't act like a baby just because your honey pit gets a little attention."
The relief was almost immediate. There was still pain but nothing like before. Her vagina hurt the worst. Too many tongues were inside of her and it had been worn raw. She looked down at the ring. It wasn't so bad. If she wanted to tease a man, that was a good way to do it. It was somewhat heavy and pulled on her labia. She liked it,
"Now, I want you to keep your legs open all of the time except when you are walking. You must stand with your legs open wide enough so that anyone who wants to feel your pussy will not touch your legs. When you are sitting, you must sit on the edge of the chair and your legs open so that if anybody wants to lick you, or to fuck you, you will be in the proper position. In other words, your cunt must always be ready and always open. If you follow the instructions, I will not have to tie them. You will be free except for your arms and once in awhile a chain will be connected to your new ring."
Gretchen sat straight in the chair and listened. It wasn't as bad as she thought even though her cunt was still hurting.
"I want you to watch what we do to girls who are not cooperative or who are always begging."
Gretchen watched them bring in a girl who had rings up and down her cunt lips and on her labia just like she did. There were more rings, one through each nipple, through her rings, and another through her nose. She was led into the room with a chain attached to the nose ring. Her hands had been pulled up tightly behind her back and encased in a sheath of leather. Thongs were tied from the end of the sheath to her earrings. She had to work to keep her hands well up in back.
They stood her in the center of the room and connected tiny chains from the rings "on her nipples to the ceiling. The chains were hoisted until the girl was on her toes. But to increase her misery, her legs were pulled apart to force her even higher on her toes. Her ankles were tied with ropes to rings in the floor. She was already in tears and was begging to be released. She could not put up with even the least bit of pain.
Gretchen watched in disinterest. She had enough problems to worry about another girl. She didn't say anything or show her emotion but she felt lost. There was no way she could get out of there. She was to be a slave of sadists. She wondered if there was anything that anybody could do for her.
* * *
Hans and I waited for a time but no one entered or came out. We decided to call it a night, but before we gave it up for good, Hans gave me a couple of bugs. I put them in Valentia's apartment while he waited for me outside in the car. He couldn't get involved with any illegal activity so I had to do the dirty work.
He dropped me off at my place and I sat down to have a drink before turning in. I got out my briefcase to look over the last arms order for Adhir. When I reached for it I noticed a slight trace of white powder around one of the seams. I did not know heroin from baby talc but I suspected something. I examined the case from one end to the other but couldn't find the opening that had to be there. I could tell where it opened by the fine line but the method eluded me.
I called Hans. He wasn't too happy about being called so late at night but when I explained my suspicions to him, he agreed to come over.
He took one taste and knew that it was a high grade of heroin. It took him only a second to open the case. The thing popped open. There was a compartment the size of the case itself and about two inches deep. The inside had more of the powder.
"I suspect that one of the bags came open and spilled out," he said, still in thought.
"Whoever emptied it was in too much of a hurry. It's a wonder that they didn't clean it out more thoroughly."
"Got any ideas?" he asked.
"The only person I see when I'm back here is the girl. Of course, I don't keep it with me all of the time, so anybody could break in and take whatever is inside."
"I'll take this down to the lab and see if the microscope people can find out anything."
"Don't you think that you should leave the case here in case somebody comes back for it?" I asked.
"I agree. Let me just scrape some of it and we'll close it up again."
"And also show me how to open it. It must be used both ways. I will bet you anything that there is money in there by the time I'm ready to get back to Dakarto."
"That may be our answer to the girls."
"What do you mean?"
"If you go back and whoever is at the other end finds an empty case, somebody is going to get a little upset, don't you agree?"
"I could get killed."
"I doubt it. You're just a fall guy. They're just using you and they feel that you are more than happy with the arms sales. After all, you are making a goodly number of D-marks."
"OK. So what happens when they find it empty?"
"I don't know," he smiled. "Let's wait and find out. Whatever happens, it should break open something, particularly when there is no money. They will get very distrustful of each other and soon somebody will get it."
"I hope it's not me. I'm still too young."
"Hell, Duffy, you were too old years ago."
Hans left me with my thoughts. I had to try to figure out what was going on.
* * *
Not painful, but she could no longer look at her friends. She was too ashamed. Nobody does things like that even when they are forced to, but yet she did it and didn't put up any resistance. Her friends understood but still she felt humiliated.
Adhir felt that after their display that night they were ready to be shipped off to the continent to be used in one of the houses there. His only problem was in finding more girls to take their place, but that was Valentia's job. Thus far she was getting all he needed but this last batch was slow in coming.
Valentia had to travel to other cities to arrange other groups to go to Dakarto but now she had used up just about all of them. In each city she had arranged a fake modeling agency and then disappeared as soon as the girls were safely in Adhir's hands. There had been so many that now she was hard pressed to find an angle to lure them into her trap. There were plenty of girls but most of them did not meet the specifications. Too many of them had connections who would question their disappearance. That could cause too much trouble but she would soon have to take a chance.
* * *
I had made all the arrangements to get Adhir's arms shipped off to Dakarto. It was easy as long as Hans gave me a few leads. I was about ready to fly down to meet the shipment. I almost forgot to tell Valentia. I checked the hidden compartment of the briefcase and found it empty, but after telling Valentia it was a different story. I had expected to find it filled with money but instead there were diamonds.
I called Hans to let him know. By agreement, I left them in my apartment where he could find them.
Dakarto was somewhat lonely without Gretchen in the apartment waiting for me. There was plenty of sex but there was no companionship which she provided.
I told Adhir that his shipment was on its way but he seemed very cool toward me. I didn't understand until I went back to my room and found the briefcase had been opened. So he did not receive payment for the drug shipment. I got past the first hurdle without being killed. He probably did not suspect me.
I spent some time playing with the girls and even managed to see Karen again. Once more she was nude. I wondered what she looked like with clothes.
We had a few minutes alone in a place that seemed safe from bugs and cameras.
"Do you want to get out of here?"
She looked at me with a stunned expression. "Can you do that?" she asked in a voice too loud.
"I'm going to give it a try, but we have to be very careful."
She leaned over my cock and sucked. She wouldn't take it in her hands because her arms were encased in a single glove. It was laced with leather from her wrists to above her elbows. On the tip was a strap that went under her crotch and locked to a belt that was strapped tightly around her waist.
"You don't have to do that."
"If you don't go out of here with a limp dick, I'll have my ass whipped again."
"What about your friends? Do you think they want out?"
"I don't know. They act like they love it. Of course you have to be in our situation to realize that some of us are putting on acts to keep from being beaten. I don't get much chance to talk to them. We spend a lot of time with gags when we talk too much. Believe me, a gag is no fun." She stopped talking to go down again. She was really good at it.
"I wish I didn't have this strap around my cunt. I could do a better job with my love palace."
"Do you want me to release you?"
"It's locked." She said like it was a normal state of affairs. Sure enough, there were locks on her.
The other three girls were also in the room but they were not in any position to do any talking or to get fucked.
The three of them were hanging from the ceiling. They were in harnesses. Straps went around their hips, above and under their tits, and around their stomachs. Another strap was under their cunts. It connected to the others on its way up to the ceiling. The strap split into two parts in back, and also in front after it was above their tits. Their arms were extended above their heads and cuffs with chains held them to the ceiling. They had their choice, hang by their arms as long as they could hold themselves up, or rest on their cunts. Huge gags kept their mouths wide open.
"How come you aren't hanging there like they are?" I asked her.
"I was for awhile but I have a reputation of being the best cocksucker here so they decided to let me use my mouth on you. They are punishing our cunts and asses for some reason or another so that leaves only my mouth. I hope you like it."
"Ya, you are good. Where did you learn that?"
"When I was younger, I was afraid of getting pregnant so instead of fucking my boyfriends, I sucked them off. They liked it and so did I, particularly when they went down on me."
"Will they put you back up there?"
"I hope not. There is a lot more misery up on those straps than you can see. They all have rough dildos inside of them and the inside of the strap is all chopped up. It's really hard. It was rubbing my pussy raw. It really hurts."
"Take your time then. The longer I last, the longer you can stay off it."
"I don't know if that works or not. You never know what they are going to do to you."
"Well I can tell you that you are about to get a mouthful." Just as I said it, she brought me to a nice solid cum. She swallowed every drop without any change in her sucking.
"How many girls are here? Do you know?" I asked her.
"Not for sure, but they brought in five more the other day. They looked like they were Orientals."
"Couldn't you tell?"
"No. They were all facing the wall. They were hooked to it the same way we were when we first got here. Their arms were tied in back of them and they had hooks in their cunts which held them tight to the wall. The hooks were too high and they all had to stand on their toes. Believe me, that hook hurts like hell. Anyway, they had their heads down so I couldn't see their faces. A couple of them already had whip marks on their behinds."
With new girls that meant that Karen and the others would soon be shipped out. How could I interrupt them and catch them before they were sent to houses where they may never be found? I would need a lot of help from Hans.
When I left Adhir and had his check in my hands, I went back to my apartment and packed. I was tempted to check the briefcase but I resisted even testing the weight of it. I picked it up just like it was a routine thing to do.
Hans was waiting for me when I returned. We went to my apartment after we made sure that nobody was on our tail or waiting for us. We didn't want to be seen together. Sure enough, the briefcase was once again filled with bags of white powder. Hans was a step ahead of me. He substituted some harmless stuff for the real. His next step was to arrange to have my place watched to see who would pick up the stuff.
Hans figured out that the whole thing was one big round-robin of importing and exporting. Adhir had the drugs and was paid for them with stolen diamonds. The girls were for amusement only. Adhir had his fun with them and when he was finished and they were trained to the point that they were afraid to run away, he turned them over to Valentia who got money for them from the various houses.
"You got into the act for only one purpose. You had reason to travel since you already had an import and export license. Customs wouldn't question you when you went back and forth so much. They didn't think that you were smart enough to catch onto their scheme. You don't look very smart anyway."
"Ha, you don't have to agree with them do you?"
"You wouldn't want a friend to lie to you, would you?"
"Anyway, the arms you are shipping provide him with not only a nice profit, but he makes a lot of new friends by supporting their terrorist activities."
"OK, when do we move in on them?"
"In a very short time. We will have all flights from Dakarto watched to see where he is shipping the girls. When we have the whole set-up, we can close down the operations. We want to get as many of them back as we can."
"How about putting some pressure on Valentia? She could probably tell you where every house is located?"
"We can't question her unless we can hold her; otherwise we could give the whole thing away."
"Is there any way that we can get Gretchen out of that house now?"
"You hung up on her? You could cause a lot of problems by looking for just one of them. They could get edgy and move the whole operation. We could lose out in the long run."
* * *
At that moment, Gretchen didn't give a damn about the whole operation. She was being tormented again by the woman who ran the place.
"I like working on you," she told Gretchen. "You are so squeamish. You can take a lot of pain before you start screaming. You aren't like the others. I have to gag them and gags take so much away from the beauty of a young lady, don't you think?"
"Do I have to put up with this every day? You've been working on me for five days now. I'm really in bad shape. I ache all over," Gretchen told her.
"Maybe you're right. But at least I let you sleep in peace, don't I?"
"If you call sleeping with a chain on the ring sleeping in peace."
"Come along with me, I'll show you some of the other girls and how they get their rest."
In the first room they went to were two girls. One was on her back. She was not tied at all but she couldn't move because there was another girl kneeling above her. The one on the floor had a nose ring which was connected to the pussy ring on the girl kneeling over her face. The kneeling girl also had nipple rings and these were connected by chains to a frame that was over her head. If she tried to stand, her pussy ring would pull the nose ring of the other girl. She was not able to sit down because the tit rings were pulled too tightly.
In another room, a girl was sleeping on her side. Her hands were strapped in back of her. Gretchen did not see why the girl's legs were pressed toward her chest until she walked further into the room. Then she saw that there was a chain connected to one of her tit rings, pulled around her legs, and connected to the other tit ring.
Gretchen saw how far the girl's tits had been stretched and thought it unbelievable that she was able to sleep at all. When she walked closer, she noticed the strings hanging from the girl's cunt and ass. When the woman saw her looking, she laughed. "Watch this," she said to Gretchen.
The woman took hold of the string sticking out of her ass and pulled it hard and fast. The girl jumped, almost ripping the rings from her tits in the process. The string had small balls attached to it. There was at least ten of them. They came out of the asshole one at a time.
The girl looked over her shoulder and remembered where she was and what had happened to her. She waited for the other string to be pulled out of her cunt.
The woman pulled it very slowly. Gretchen could see the girl's cunt hole open and close each time another ball was pulled free. The girl seemed to enjoy it. She moaned and humped her ass. When the woman offered them to the girl to lick, she gobbled them up quickly. She took them in her mouth and sucked. She spat them out and licked. She seemed put out that they were swinging back and forth, preventing her from getting a good hold on them. The woman teased her by keeping them just an inch from her mouth. The girl strained to take them in her mouth. She looked like a bird fresh out of its shell trying to get its first meal.
"Would you like to have your cunt eaten?" she asked. The girl nodded her head vigorously.
Gretchen was offered the opportunity. She knew better than to refuse. She stuck her head down at the wet hole and started to eat. The girl panted and gasped for air. She came within a second or two.
"She got the hottest pussy in the city. You need only touch her and her cunt is spraying out its juices."
Gretchen stood up and looked down at her. The girl was still humping her ass even though there was no one touching her.
"The men love her. She wears them out and still wants more. I bet she could take on the whole city and still want more."
Another girl who had a ring through her tongue was on the floor, unbound except for the tongue ring being connected to another ring in the floor. "This girl licks cunts but she doesn't put her heart into it. You ate like you like it but she eats like she hates it, therefore it is necessary that she be taught to use her tongue."
It was an awful way to sleep. The woman said the girls were resting; Gretchen wondered what it was like when they were working.
Gretchen was taken to a vacant room. There was nothing there except on one wall, there were any number of various shaped and sized dildos to fit inside a cunt or ass.
The entire room, ceiling, walls, and floor were of wood. It was bare except for the single ring that was set in the center of the floor. Just a fraction of an inch away from the ring was a small hole. Gretchen learned that it was used to screw the dildos into the floor.
"Since you haven't been too bad, I'm not going to make you sit on any of the nice loving tools that we use on the girls, but let me show you how it works just in case you get any ideas."
The woman took a large dildo off the wall and screwed it into the floor. She made Gretchen sit on it, then she connected Gretchen's pussy ring to the ring in the floor. Gretchen couldn't move off it. She had to sit there with the big rubber cock filling her cunt. It would have felt nice if it had been on a man and screwing in and out of her, but to just sit on it was causing her much discomfort. Besides, the wood floor was hard on her ass.
The woman stood in front of Gretchen and opened her legs. She released the crotch strap that kept her cunt hidden and pushed her hairless cunt into Gretchen's face. "Eat." Gretchen ate.
When the woman had her orgasm, she released Gretchen and removed the dildo. She put a long chain on her cunt ring and attached it to the floor. "Have a good night." She said as she left the room.
Gretchen would have to eat a lot of cunts before she could be freed. She would be used exclusively to serve the madam and to put on shows for the paying men.
CHAPTER 7
Nothing happened for a couple of weeks. There was not even a phone call. I had expected Valentia to visit, particularly after she found the switch in powder. Hans didn't move either. He was just waiting for the flights from Dakarto. I was getting impatient and wanted something to happen. I was worried about Gretchen, and the girls were still in Adhir's hands.
At last Hans called. They had watched an airport in Hamburg and found Erika. They followed her to an apartment in the city. In a couple of more days, I got reports on the others. But at the same time, one of Adhir's men paid me a visit. He told me that Adhir was waiting for me to return. He wanted to talk to me about more arms, but I knew that what he really wanted was to find out what happened to his last shipment of drugs. So far he was out two shipments. One where the diamonds were not delivered and another where the drugs were removed. Somebody would be awfully angry. I had no intention of going back to Dakarto. Let Valentia explain what happened.
In a couple more days, Hans found three of the other girls and also the houses. Karen had been sent to Frankfurt. She was selected for them on purpose. Since she was such a good cocksucker and was the form most in demand there, she would be a needed addition.
Her very first day was an indication of what she would have to suffer for the whole time until she was freed.
She and four other girls were brought into the main greeting room. It was there that the men had an opportunity to not only see the girls but to give them a brief try out.
The five girls were wearing bras and panties, which were scanty to say the least. If anything, they were more naked than had they been stripped totally nude and hung with their legs open and both of their holes visible to every passerby.
The girls were standing with their hands cuffed in back of them. There was a pole that extended from the floor up through a hole in their panties and ending five inches in their pussies. There was a chain attached to the cuffs that connected to the upper part of the pole. The chain went down the crease of their asses and pressed into her holes. The girls could move only by turning on the poles but they could not get off them.
The other girls were accustomed to the arrangement since it was the typical method of showing them off to the customers. They knew that the men would come in one at a time and play with them. Only the pole in their cunts stopped them from fingering the girls.
Before any of them were selected to spend either the night or a few hours, they usually ended up with their bras pulled part way off and their panties torn to expose their pussy hair, if they had any.
Since Karen was the only new one there, the madam auctioned her off. She let them try her sucking skill before she accepted their bids.
She pushed a button on the wall and the pole began to recede into the floor. It pulled Karen down to her knees and yet it kept going down until Karen was half sitting and half kneeling with her legs wide apart. She tried to ease further down onto the pole but she could only take a couple more inches. Her hole was stuffed with the metal cock, which was much larger than any male. It was always the case with slave women. They had to take more in their cunts than was natural.
Karen opened her mouth when the first man stood in front of her with his cock already hard. There was no sense in fighting. It was a foregone conclusion that she would be whipped if she refused. Sucking was much easier on her body. She opened wide and closed her eyes. She thought of nothing except sucking. It was not new to her and she knew this would not be the last. Her puffy lips made men very happy.
She didn't bother even opening her eyes when a new man took his place. She just knelt there with her mouth open and took whatever was put into it. She didn't stop until the cock was removed.
After the ten men had a chance to use her without a cum, they were more than willing to spend a lot of money to be the first to use her. Karen was amazed to find out how much they would pay just to get sucked off. It paid a lot more than modeling. Maybe she could be a prostitute if she ever got out of there.
The cuffs on her hands were released and a leather collar was put around her neck. She was led off to an upstairs room by a chain. She didn't resist.
Karen didn't know that bondage was a part of the deal. She thought that she would only have to suck and be done with it. But when they arrived at a private room, she immediately saw the instruments of bondage.
In dead center was a bar hanging from the ceiling. There were leather cuffs hanging at the ends of the three-foot bar. She stood with her back to it while he cuffed her wrists to it. She waited for him to lift it but instead it was lowered almost to the floor. He then put cuffs around her ankles and attached them to the ends of the bar. Her legs were spread as wide as possible without being in a complete split.
He raised the bar, lifting Karen off of the floor. She was hanging, almost bent in two, and bent backwards. He raised her only until her mouth was at the level of his cock. She opened her mouth every time he came close. She wanted to give him a quick blow job to get it done with, but he wasn't about to pay so much money without getting full use of her.
He teased her with his hard cock. He kept it just out of reach of her tongue, even though she stuck it out as far as she could.
He raised the bar higher so he could get to her other parts without bending. He toyed with her cunt and his skill caused her to get wet. Then much to her surprise, he got down on his knees and began to eat her. He was better than anyone who had done that to her. She was on the verge of a cum when he stopped.
"Don't stop," she told him.
He was happy with her answer. He smiled up at her and began to play with her holes. She was swinging on the bar on purpose. She was pushing into his fingers. He had her hotter than she had ever been.
"Fuck me."
He was very happy with her. She was far more alive than the other girls in the house. She liked to have her pussy attended to and she wasn't too embarrassed to ask for it. He started to lick her again, but stopped short of her cum.
She was crying. Her cunt was dripping. He stood in front of her and pulled her body up to where he could get his thick but short cock into her.
The second he entered her, she leaned forward to kiss him. She stuck her tongue into his mouth. She chewed on his tongue. She humped into him and when her orgasm arrived, she clamped her cunt muscles around his dick as hard as she could.
He recognized her cum. He pushed deep inside and held still, letting her enjoy every last pulse of her exquisite cum.
When it was his turn, she asked to be freed in order to give him full attention.
"It only excites me when you are tied," he told her.
"Let me try it anyway." She was hurting from being bent for so long. She was really interested in giving him the best head she could. When he finally agreed to give it a go, she almost fell on the floor. The cuffs had cut her circulation and left pins and needles running through her hands and feet, but she got on her knees in front of him and took him in her hands. She toyed with him for a moment before taking him in her mouth. He couldn't believe that she would take him down her throat, but she did it time and again. The friction on his cock soon had him shooting into her mouth. She gulped it down as it squirted in great globs down her throat.
"I usually get a lot of fun when I whip a woman. Have you been whipped before?"
"Yes," she whispered. She wasn't too pleased by the turn of events.
"We'll save that for another time. For now, I'm going to tie you again. It won't be comfortable for you."
"It never is," she told him.
He put her on the bed and tied her right arm and left leg to the corners. He pulled her left arm to the bottom of the bed and tied it to the left leg. He then pulled her right leg up and tied it to the upper left-hand corner. It left her cunt and ass open. He fingered the holes and once more leaned over and began to eat her and once more she got hot.
He moved closer to her and ran his dick over the places he had fingered. She didn't know what he was going to do but she hoped he would do it soon. She didn't care much for getting fucked in her ass but at the moment she didn't care where he put it as long as he put it somewhere inside of her. She never had a man who could dominate her in such a way. She didn't know a thing about him yet she felt like she knew him forever. She wanted to remain with him, tied or not. She never felt so much like a woman.
Hans had found all of the girls except Fralka. It was possible that she was still in Dakarto or that they missed her when she arrived. It was still too early to step in and save the girls.
Adhir's brother who had the real power in Dakarto was violently opposed to drugs. He didn't mind the white slaves. He felt that if Adhir had his fun it might keep him out of trouble.
Hans was afraid to go through diplomatic channels to find Fralka for fear that Kuhlem would not respond in the way that would get the girls out. He might deny that they were there simply to avoid embarrassing the state of Dakarto. The drug running would be cut down as soon as he heard about it.
In a couple more weeks, I was very anxious to get Gretchen out of that house. I didn't know how many other houses there were and in fact I didn't care one damn bit. There was only one course open to me. I had to get to Valentia and force it out of her. There was only one problem. Where could I take her without drawing suspicion? I'd worry about that later. But for the moment, I'd go visit Valentia.
The door to Valentia's apartment was open. It was not a good sign, but I pushed it open and walked in. I looked around and then checked out the bedroom.
There was Valentia. Somebody had already gotten to her. She was on her stomach. Her arms were tied to the foot of the bed and her legs pulled over her head and tied to the top of the bed. There was a large gag in her mouth. She looked at me with no expression. She appeared to have given up hope. I took the gag out of her mouth.
"You bastard. You did this to me."
"I had nothing to do with it."
"Like hell you didn't. You were the one who took the diamonds and then changed the heroin for baking powder." Even in her tortured position she was more concerned about the money than she was the pain. She didn't bother asking me to release her. She was too interested in venting her anger.
"Yep. I sure did. And why not; you set me up."
"You mother fucker. You ruined everything. Look what they did to me. All because of you. You are a fucking limp dick bastard."
"Are they coming back for you?"
"How in the fuck do I know?"
"I have a couple of questions for you. Tell me where the houses are."
"Go fuck yourself. You'll never get a thing out of me."
"Maybe, maybe not. You aren't in any position to argue. Maybe a little attention to your cunt will change your mind."
"There's nothing you can do that they haven't done already. Look for yourself if you don't believe me."
I hadn't noticed before, but there was a huge black object sticking out of her cunt. When I tried to pull it out, she screamed.
"You can't take it out. It's full of teeth that are pointed down. If you try to take it out, they'll cut me to pieces."
I didn't know how to get it out of her. Surely they had a way to do it but I didn't have the slightest idea.
"You're the cause of that thing," she told me with a lot of anger in her voice. "When I couldn't tell them where the stuff was, they told me that would shove it up my cunt. I tried to tell them I didn't know but they didn't believe me. Now look at me."
I called Hans and told him to come over. Maybe he could find a way without taking her to the hospital.
"That's right. Call the whole fucking world. I don't mind showing my cunt."
I was going to release her but the way she was yelling, I decided to hell with it. Let her suffer.
Hans arrived in an hour. He looked her over and didn't show any emotion whatsoever. He was one cool man.
"I'll be back in a little while," he said after he had measured the thing sticking in her.
"At least you could untie me," she said sarcastically.
"After you tell me where the houses are. I want the girls. If you don't tell me, you will be one of them."
She looked at me with a big question mark on her face. She was trying to figure out if I really would.
"Alright. I'll tell you. There are only seven of them."
"And you supplied all of the girls, right?"
"No. Not all. Some of the customers brought in a few girls."
"How many are still in Dakarto?
"Three that I know of. He has other sources, not just me.
About then Hans returned with a large tube.
"All we have to do is slip this over the plug and get it inside, then pull the plug out through it."
We went to work getting the tube inside her. It was a lot harder than we thought. The plug was large and already stretched her hole.
"I hope you two like playing around my cunt. I love having people fooling with me," she said in a very sarcastic tone.
At last we got the tube in place. Hans was about to pull out the plug but I stopped him.
"I'll take it from here. Leave me alone with her for awhile."
"Suit yourself," he said as he walked out.
"OK. Now the locations."
She named them one by one. When she finished, I removed the plug and then released her. She expected me to leave but that wasn't part of my plan. I had to hold her. until the places were checked out. I took her to my apartment. I kept her arms well tied and threw a dress around her for the trip. I didn't even let her wear shoes. I had to threaten her with a gag to make sure she didn't scream.
I kept her tied to a chair when I wasn't at home; otherwise, she only had her hands tied. I didn't want to let her go until we were sure that she had given us all of the locations. Hans made arrangements for raids on the houses that were in other cities, but he conducted the one for Berlin himself. I insisted that he take me along with him.
The sooner we moved the better it would be for the slave girls. Most of them were really in misery. A few of them enjoyed the abuse and the sex they were getting. Hans didn't want to bother them but anybody who wanted out would be given the choice. Only Valentia would end up in one of the houses against her will. But that wouldn't be until after the raids. It wasn't a question of closing them down. That would cause some stink that could cause trouble with Dakarto. There was an agreement that the drugs would be stopped and no more girls would be made into slaves provided nothing was said to implicate Dakarto.
* * *
In one of the houses, Erika was used in a most unusual and most tormenting way.
She was placed in the entrance just past the door where regular customers entered with their own key. She was in a standing position but bent in tow. Her legs were extremely wide apart, and manacles around her ankles were connected to the floor rings. Her hands were tied to her ankles. There was a thick strap that went around her back, then in back of her legs, and around them to buckle over her back. It kept her in the doubled-over position. To make sure she did not fall, they tied twine around her hair and tied it to the wall.
The first thing the men saw when they entered was Erika's open asshole and her wide spread cunt.
There was a ring in her cunt that had a hook on it. A whip hung from the hook. When a man entered, he took the whip and struck Erika on her open pussy. Her scream acted like a door chime to announce the arrival of other guests. The man would replace the whip and wait to be allowed in the next door. Each night, her pussy would take as many as fifteen cuts. But being used night after night, the cuts never had a chance to heal. She was always in agony. They put nothing on her to ease the pain and they did not care that she had to walk with her legs open to keep from chaffing her sore cunt. She had no other duties to attend to. They did not have need of any of her holes. In fact she had not been touched the whole time she had been there. It was just as well with her. She hurt too much to get worked up.
She was kept apart from the other girls who had their own private rooms. They were in relative comfort even though their rooms were locked from the outside and anyone desiring to use them had merely to open the door. They were on call every minute of the day and night. Refusal to satisfy anyone would result in severe punishment. There were few refusals.
When the house was raided, Erika was found in a small cell that had only a blanket. She had been chained to the wall by her pussy ring. Even though the chain was long enough to give her room to move around the cell, just the thought of being chained took the heart and soul out of her. She couldn't believe that the men who released her were policemen. She thought they only wanted to use her, but when the ring was cut off, she had hope once again. Erika was brought back to Berlin where I had a chance to talk to her. She was very grateful. She agreed to a plan I had. I told her that I would get a hold of her in a few days.
Fralka was flown in directly from Dakarto. For some reason or another Adhir took a liking to her and wanted to keep her there with him. She was not at all interested. She was tired of getting fucked every day and being tied and whipped more often than she cared to admit.
She also agreed to my plan. In fact she wanted to start immediately, but to make it effective, all of the girls had to be there.
I had not met Helga and Isabelle before they arrived. They looked just as any girls would who had been kept as sex slaves for over a year and tormented for sport. Helga wasn't at all embarrassed by lifting her skirt to show me the marks that still covered her body. Valentia saw her but since I gagged her, she was in no position to say anything, but the girls had much to say, most of it was talking about taking care of Valentia.
Karen was given the opportunity to leave the house, but she declined until she saw her friend once more. He had touched something in her and she wanted to stay with him. It worked out for her. He agreed to put her up in her own apartment. She didn't have to do anything but be there for him. He made the place into her own private dungeon which he liked. She had only a few items of clothing. She preferred to spend the money he gave her on items for bondage. When I told her of my plan, she did not seem too interested. She told me that the less contact she had with her sister the better. But her friend had another idea. He suggested that Karen keep her for a pet slave but Karen refused.
Trudle was in total agreement. She had suffered much at Adhir's hands. During the time she was in the city waiting for the details to be worked out, she was busy dreaming up other plans.
The day arrived when we went into the house where Gretchen was being held prisoner. The raid was easy. The madam was taken by complete surprise and offered no resistance. She was astonished when she learned that the house would not be closed but that only the girls who did not want to be there would be released. There was nothing Hans could do about closing it since the place had immunity due to the politics of oil.
Each girl was questioned. There were eight of them. Only five came from Adhir, the others were there on their own. They made more money in a week than most corporate executives made in a month. Of course they suffered greatly and had no control over what was done to them once they agreed to remain there. They were free to leave at any time but they stayed to save up enough money to live quite comfortably for a long time.
One girl didn't accept the wrap we offered her while we talked to her. She sat there unconcerned and unashamed wearing nothing but rings on her cunt and through her nose.
When we were finished talking to the girls, only three of them wanted to leave. The others were happy with the money they were getting and in the case of those who were held against their wishes, they were happy with the cocks they were getting.
CHAPTER 8
All of the arrangements had been made. I took Valentia over to Christine's. She asked me where we were going but I didn't want to spoil the surprise.
I put a blindfold on her when we neared the house. I didn't want her to see who was waiting for her until we were actually inside. It was a pity that Karen didn't want to join us but she was tied up someplace much to her liking.
All the girls were waiting for us. They ripped Valentia's dress off her after they had tied her ankles together.
Valentia was trembling. She knew that she was in for a hard time but she didn't know just how much until Gretchen took the blindfold off her.
She stood stunned. She recognized all of them. Helga and Isabelle were dressed only in G-strings that covered their shaved cunts. They had removed their clothes to make sure that Valentia would see the whip marks that she had caused.
Gretchen had three rings in her fingers that she was twirling around so Valentia would have to see them. Valentia knew what was going to happen but she remained silent.
Trudle held a very rough piece of rope. She looked at Valentia and laughed. When she tied the end around her waist and pulled it so tight that Valentia gasped, she was no longer laughing. She wanted revenge for the times when she was so tightly bound.
The rope was pulled between Valentia's legs from the back. She pulled it two or three times, jerking Valentia to her toes each time. Then it was threaded through a pulley in the ceiling and again Valentia was raised to her toes, but this time, she was to remain there. The rough rope tore at her cunt but there was no reason for her to cry out. The agony was just beginning.
Helga held a leather bra in her hands. It was the same one she wore in Dakarto. Adhir had had it made just for her. The back and shoulder straps were adjustable but the cups were made to fit her. She was a little smaller there than Valentia. It would fit very tight. The insides were filled with tiny but very sharp pins. The center was cut out so her nipples would be bare.
Helga took delight in putting it on her. She first pushed it over Valentia's tits, then took hold of her pink nipples and began to pull them through the small hole. She pushed her tits into the cups as much as she could before she buckled the straps behind her back and pulled the shoulder straps over and buckled them just as close as she could. Tears fell from Valentia's eyes but Helga was still not done with her. She stepped in back and took a wide leather strap and put it around Valentia's elbows. She began to pull the strap through the hasp. Valentia was breathing faster and moaned as her elbows were slowly drawn together until they were touching and her tits were forced out even further. The bra cupped her tender tits but Helga put her hands around her and used them just like a lover would. She squeezed and released, squeezed and released.
Isabelle stood with a double dildo that was shaped like a V. Both ends of it would fit nicely in her already abused holes but with the rope holding her so tightly, Isabelle stepped back. She would get her turn later with the notched hard rubber cocks.
The men were watching with great interest as the girls tormented the woman who was responsible for them being so tormented. But soon they would play a part.
The rope holding Valentia was removed and she was taken to one of the instruments well equipped to cause women more pain than they could enjoy.
Sticking out of the wall at an angle was a pole with a rough rubber cock on the end of it. Two girls lifted Valentia and fit her on it. Her feet just touched the floor. They put cuffs on her ankles and drew them closer to the wall. Then they released her hands but not her elbows. They put cuffs on her wrists and chained them to the wall. They wanted her ass free to be whipped and to be fucked.
Her ass was stuck out in back. She could not move closer to the wall because of the cock sticking in her cunt. She could move somewhat closer to it but not without hurting herself. It was that little space that the girls wanted her to have.
Fralka was given the honor of putting the first marks on her ass. She was anxious to get started. She didn't measure her distance and swung the whip. It struck Valentia's ass and curled around and slashed against her lower stomach. Valentia was supposed to push forward to avoid the blows but in this case, she pulled back. The leather caused her to scream when it cut her. Fralka was more than happy with her effort. She knew nothing of whipping. Her only experience was in being whipped.
She swung it wildly and each time Valentia knew more pain than she realized was possible. She was wearing lines that seeped tiny drops of blood. She wanted to fall down but the rough cock that grew so large at the base kept her on her feet. She was in dire agony and it was made worse by knowing that it had just begun.
Trudle selected a very thin short whip. She had only one place in mind to whip. Each blow was aimed between Valentia's legs and tried to land it between her ass cheeks. After her ten strokes, Valentia's ass was bleeding, and she was sobbing deeply.
When the whipping stopped, it was time for the men to act. Each one fucked Valentia's asshole. She suffered still more. Their forward thrusts forced her cunt deeper onto the coarse cock. The pain in her pussy matched that in her ass. They did not treat her gently.
As each man was ready for a cum, he pulled out. The girls had another idea for their juices. Valentia was released only after each man had his turn. Her elbows remained strapped behind her. She wanted to beg them to release them but she knew it was useless to ask. If they didn't know how much the strain hurt her maybe they would try something new, but all of them had been in the same position. They knew exactly how much it hurt. First the shoulders, then the arms, then the chest, all felt the unnatural position.
When the girls pulled her off the dildo, she fell to the floor. The double dildo was brought out. They let her see it. She opened her legs. Maybe if she cooperated, they would be easier on her. Isabelle was not about to feel sorry for her. She had spent too much time being tortured. They never felt tenderness toward her so why should she feel any toward Valentia.
Isabelle positioned the thick rubber dildo at the two holes. She pushed them in to make sure she was on target and when the holes opened to let in the tips, Isabelle jammed it in her as hard as she could. There was a scream. It was a nice sound to the girls who had suffered for so long.
Isabelle and Helga took off their G-strings. A couple of the girls got down on their knees and started to eat them. Though neither one of them was interested in sex of that nature, for this occasion, it was well worth it. They both reached an orgasm in a short time. Then they took the G-strings and wiped out their cunts. They were saturated with girl cum.
Valentia was forced to open her mouth and when she did, the cum soaked G-strings were forced into it. The girls then covered Valentia's face with absorbing pads and wrapped gauze around her head to keep the pads in place. Only her nose was left uncovered.
The men were brought over to her. Fralka and Trudle got on their knees and began to suck the first two. When the men had their orgasms, the cum was directed toward Valentia's bandage-covered face. The girls sucked the men one after the other, each one cumming on covered face. When every man had at least one cum, they were given a chance to go around again. Since both girls were pretty good at it, a few of the men accepted. But still they had to let their cum go on Valentia's face.
The pads were saturated with cum. There was even a small puddle of it in her mouth. It would seep through and add to the taste of pussy cum. Valentia's arms were finally released. They had to let her recover if they wanted to use her again. The plan was to use her for only one night, but they wanted to have a longer time with her. The men were more than willing to stay around awhile. After all, they had never had the opportunity to have so many class one ladies at the same time, ladies who were more than happy to take care of their needs. They were well treated through the night but then they were made to recuperate to be able to perform the next night.
Valentia was taken to a cell. She was spread out on the floor and her limbs tied easily to the four corners. She wore the cum soaked pads throughout the night. She would remember for a long time.