Toni
Kane rocked first one way onto her breasts and then the other onto her belly.
She was trying to ease the awful pains resonating from her joints and muscles,
but only succeeded in making matters worse. Her back was arched, her head
pulled back and the ball gag that occupied her mouth had been securely strapped
in place. She had tried to resist being shackled and restrained, but every time
her strength returned, one of the Bazzi security
guards prodded her labia with a tazer and callously
fired a jolt into her nether region; completely stunning and incapacitating
her.
Her
wrists were in cuffs behind her back and had been lifted so that the linking
‘T’ could be connected to a 30” spreader bar, which in turn was attached to her
ankle cuffs. The devilish contraption kept her feet and arms elevated high
above her back ensuring a state of total subjugation. Not satisfied with the
efficient restraints, the guards had inserted an anal hook into her rectum and
then forced her head back so they could attach a short connecting chain to the
back of her collar.
Their
methods were complete overkill, but in the back of her mind she understood that
thralls needed to be made examples of, if the billionaires were going to keep
control of their slaves. The thralls were treated as
sub-human and that is exactly how the Arab guards had dealt with her.
With
her thighs vertical and her cunt lifted with her posterior, her labia bulged
forth and was too tempting a treat not to spear. The big guy went first, before
he hooked her, prising her apart with his thumbs and then piston-fucked her
like there was no tomorrow. The second guard bottled out, thankfully, and then
she was left to wait for Sheik Salim Husni to show
up.
The
young Englishwoman had served 5 years in the intelligence section of the SAS,
before joining Husni Oil in Mexico, 18 months
earlier. Like all SAS soldiers, she was remarkably fit and an expert in
hand-to-hand combat disciplines; but nothing could prepare a girl for the
treatment she was suffering in Sharjah.
After
working as Maria Conchita’s bodyguard for a few
months in Mexico, Maria recommended her for the highest post and Salim promptly
promoted her to the head of Husni Oil Security in
Mexico. She spent a month in Dubai in the guise of a young man, much to Salim’s
amusement, for he wasn’t used to the girls around him being covered up! Toni
learnt all the Arabic customs and fell in love with Salim’s favourite sport -
Pony-girl racing.
The
billionaire even found a thrall for her who was discreet about her identity;
and had excellent Sapphic skills. The girl went everywhere with her and Toni
was sorry to leave the youngster behind when she returned to Mexico. Toni
quickly reorganized security in several installations, which eventually led her
to the Palmarejo gold mine. It was there that she
made a necessary call when she had to eliminate Carlos who was managing the
mine for Salim.
Heavy
footsteps alerted Toni that a man had entered the room. Her restraints severely
restricted her movement, but she was able to twist her head far enough to see
that Salim had stopped near the first cage. She patiently watched him in her
peripheral vision taking some time to inspect the rear end of the caged
thralls. The fact that he hadn’t arrived with anyone and that he made no move
to comfort and reassure her, struck terror into her heart.
Then
Salim did a curious thing. The refined billionaire leant forward and sniffed
the thrall’s posterior. It was more than a sniff, for he took a moment to draw
in a lungful of air. It was a given that Salim was a kinky bastard, but pussy
sniffing was way off the scale for such a cultured man. When he straightened
up, he studied the thrall again before reaching out and, Toni presumed,
examining her tag.
He
was clearly playing a game, keeping her waiting, in pain, exposed like a common
criminal. Perhaps he was going to punish her for stealing the chariot and
tricking Masumi; who was probably also in trouble. However, as soon as he had
had his fun and released her, she would tell him that she saw Rasha Bazzi being helped over the
perimeter wall, before the security guards arrested her.
Salim
made no move to come to her aid and instead paced back and forth behind the
cages until 3 more Arabs arrived. Toni twisted and spotted Asad,
Jabir Bazzi and the security man who had captured and
tortured her. The men discussed the collection of the caged thralls and then
her world fell apart when Salim addressed the others.
“Good!
Then there’s time to get this one marked, prepared for sale and caged,” Salim
said, moving along to Toni’s rear end.
“Thigh
or neck, Salim?” Sheik Bazzi asked.
“It
can’t be hidden on the thigh,” he mused. “Her new masters or mistresses must
appreciate the severity of the girl’s crimes.”
Salim’s
words shattered Toni’s world into a million pieces. She had only ever been
loyal to the sadistic billionaire, she thought bitterly, and in return she was
to be branded and sold like a common slave.
“I’ll
get the equipment, sir,” the brutal security man volunteered.
Toni
started bucking and rocking her body, which caused her a considerable amount of
pain, but she was so furious she couldn’t help herself. Because her thighs were
vertical and well spread, her inner thighs were an easy target for the branding
iron, as was the dimple of her cleft and mons pubis.
Salim
walked round, stood in front of her and studied her face with his dazzling blue
eyes. The handsome Sheik believed that he could own any girl on the planet, so
was she one of the only ones who had rebuffed his advances? Tears clouded her
vision, but she could still see an expression of triumph on the man’s clean
shaven face.
“Toni, you stepped over the mark in Mexico and
you’ve embarrassed me here in Sharjah,” he began. “The example I’m setting here, by marking you as a runner and thief, will
maintain the respect my friends have for my judgement. Your crime of stealing
the chariot and animal, along with trespass and resisting arrest, gives me no
option but to sell you off to a new owner. I’m sure that they will find a use
for your rebellious body and keep you fully occupied. Good luck and save some
of that energy to keep yourself alive!”
He
was addressing her as though she was a lifelong slave, obviously to mislead the
others and use the situation to his advantage. Small teardrops became a torrent
the moment Salim left her alone to talk to the others. Toni had seen the
security man returning with an electronic branding machine, so knew that they
were about to start the sadistic act of marking her within a matter of seconds.
Horrified
at what was about to happen to her, Toni went into a fit of rage, but her
aggression was short lived, for after feeling an object pushing against her
tender folds she was given another tazer jolt that
once again blew her mind apart and stunned her senses.
Searing
pains from her thighs, mons and clit followed, which she somehow managed to
absorb without passing out; possibly because her mind was dulled by the tazer. However, as she emerged from her fugue, the pain
began to ramp up and register in her brain with a vengeance.
“Muuuuuuuumph!” she moaned, trying to cope with the awful
sensations from countless locations around her body.
Toni
was vaguely aware that another man had arrived and was talking loudly to Salim
as though they were friends. Then the stranger moved in front of her, like a
float in a ghastly ‘Day of the dead’ parade. The huge Arab was wearing a long
white thawb, which was voluminous to accommodate his
portly belly. He wore a red checked keffiyeh
headdress and a pair of simple brown leather sandals. He had a jolly round
face, dark moustache and radiated rank breath. The man’s piggy brown eyes
studied her face and then grabbed her right breast.
“…But
there’s no meat on her,” he insisted whilst twisting her nipple and then pulling
her gums back to look at her teeth.
Toni
glared at him, but he was far more interested in her tits and once he had had a
good grope, he hurried away to her rear end, where he began probing her creamy
orifice.
“She needs modifying, Salim. You’re selling
raw meat with no trimmings. I’ll give you 5,000 Rial
and take her off your hands now. She’s a fit specimen, but look…” The Slavemaster drove two fingers into her vagina and left them
there feeling her tightness. “She needs breaking in!”
Toni,
now only semiconscious, listened to Salim haggling with the man though a red
haze of pain and hatred. The men eventually agreed on a price of 9,000 Omani Rial, which hardly mattered to the young Englishwoman, who
was way past caring.
As
soon as the other cages were removed from the table, they came for her. She
made it as difficult as she could for the Arabs, but as soon as she gathered a
modicum of strength, the guard zapped her with his tazer,
completely rendering her helpless. After removing the collar and cuffs, she was
laid on her back on a platform. The ball gag was removed and replaced with a
ring gag and then a leather hood was forced over her head. Small eyeholes
enabled her to see some of what was happening around her end of the bench.
Several
hands lifted her legs up and over until her ankles sat in cushioned
semi-circles on one half of a stock, either side, above her head. She twisted
and turned to try and avoid being trapped in the devise, but they zapped her
again, making it an easy task to close the top of the stock on her neck, wrists
and ankles. The holes for her ankles were higher and at the widest part of the
stock, forcing her thighs apart and enabling the security man and Asad to easily fit a knotted culit
just above her knees.
The
guard started at one end of the rope restraint, by winding the loose ends round
her thighs, twice. Then he tightened the grip of the rope on her thighs by
pulling the loose ends through into the centre section, where they were knotted
and padlocked together. The ready formed 12” centre section of the three
knotted Culit was rigid, because the rope was wrapped
round a metal peg that had an eyelet in the middle. The centre knot was a
double knot allowing access to the hole in the centre of the restraint, so it
could be attached to a rope to lead or tether the unfortunate girl, or boy.
The
ancient rope restraint was designed to slow a girl down and enable her cunt to
be accessible at all times. It was often used by the slave traders to ensure
their thralls wouldn’t get far if they tried to escape and yet still allow them
to walk with a wide, awkward gate. Toni knew that some of the thralls that
ended up in the mineral mines of East Oman, spent their whole working life
wearing similar restraints on their legs and arms.
Once
they had completed that task, she was slid into a tiny cage that was barely
larger than her body. Feeling and strength slowly returned to her limbs, but
far too late to stop what was happening to her. She could look upward and
sideways, but the wooden yoke was like a wall, stopping her from seeing what
was happening to her posterior.
“Can
you fill these, Salim,” the fat man asked while running his fingers along her
perineum and dipping into her orifices. After scissoring her by shoving his
thumb in her quim and forefinger in her anus, he callously squeezed her
internal walls together, causing yet another pain to surge through her nether
region. “I don’t want this thrall soiled before I hand her over,” he chuckled.
Her
poor posterior was at full stretch, making the valley of her ass and bulging
labia an easy target for the slave trader’s stubby fingers.
“Here,
use these,” one of the men suggested.
Toni
hoped that once inside the cage the abuse would stop, but moments later a hard
rounded object began prodding the entrance to her creamy quim. The awful truth
was that the sadistic treatment was igniting her libido to such an extent the
huge dildo easily pierced her velvet tunnel. Moments later though, it was gone,
only to be driven into her tighter anal star that didn’t stand a chance of
stopping the saturated phallus.
Her
abuser drove the silicone cock onward and inward, until her rectum was full to
bursting point.
“Muuuuumph,” she groaned when the task was completed by impaling
her quim with what felt like an identical dildo.
Finally,
two hefty young men lowered her cage onto a trolley and wheeled her out of the
room, down an alleyway, across the car park to the back of a waiting van.
Moments later she was hoisted up and slid in beside the other two cages.
“Have you got a buyer lined up for the
original pair, Yacoub?” Toni heard Salim ask.
“Are
you kidding me, Salim? These three little beauties will be afloat by midnight
on a freighter bound for Tokyo. I hope they appreciate the all-expenses paid
cruise…” Both men laughed out loud.
Toni
had just enough time to see the hooded figure in the cage beside her look in
her direction, before the roller shutter was pulled down, plunging them into
darkness. Within a few minutes there was a violent jerk, the van began moving
and Toni was on her way to an perilous destination with an uncertain future.
Salim
had scarred her for life and enslaved her before throwing her to the wolves. If
he thought that he had seen the last of her, then he didn’t know who he was
trying to commit to a life of slavery. Toni’s gruelling SAS training had helped
her many times during and after her army service, but the greatest test lay
ahead for her. The young Brit was determined to escape from her enforced slavery
and make Salim pay the ultimate price for his treachery.
Toni
recalled Salim’s final words to her – ‘…save
some of that energy to keep yourself alive…’ Yes, she would do that and
wait, for she only needed one chance…