Extract from: The Glass Harem

 

Lorna and Isobel were too dazed and weak to resist as Velasquez freed them from the wall bars and rearranged them before securing them once again in new postures.

The middle bar over which they had been bent remained in position, but the bar above it had been extended at an angle, while the lowest bar had been retracted closer to the wall. He pushed them back against the bars so the middle one pressed into the small of their backs and their bodies were bowed. He clipped their yoke bars to the upper bar, spread their legs wide again and hooked their ankle cuffs to the lower bar. Now they stood side-by-side with their hips and stomachs thrust out and legs and shoulders pulled back, exposing the fronts of their bodies, their hot trembling breasts and especially their sore, simmering and dripping vulvas. Still flushed and engorged from his shafting, they gaped like freshly opened wounds in their bodies.

Velasquez looked at their dribbling mouths with pride, as if of a job well done. As they focused upon him through bleary, tear-crusted eyes, they saw his look and their cheeks burned in fresh shame.

He drew the tip of his quirt through Lorna's ravaged slot, making her snivel and tremble, fearing more punishment. But he was only assessing its state of arousal, seeing how her discharge had soaked into the braided leather, darkening it as it did so.

'I understand that your girl has the lust of youth and inexperience which I roused within her to bring forth such a fine display, but what about you, Mrs Forbes?' He transferred to the quirt, now stained with Lorna's juices, to Isobel's hot wet sex mouth and rubbed it through its sopping depths, making her shudder in turn. 'You held on to me in despair and burst like a fat ripe orange when it is squeezed. How long is it since you last had a man inside you?'

Isobel screwed up her eyes in shame and turned her head away from him. He chuckled. 'Has it been years? Have you been making do with your fingers or a pleasure dildo all that time? What a waste of a fine body! That is practically a crime in itself. Well, you'll have no need of such things here. We know how to care for women's bodies and keep them fresh and well exercised...'

As he spoke, he took out of what had seemed to be the empty bucket by the wall bars a strange device a little like an old-fashioned car horn fitted with a carrying handle and with a pair of overlarge rubber bulbs connected to a metal trumpet. A short length of rubber hose extended from inside the mouth of the trumpet.

He dipped the curious device into the full bucket, sucking water up into its topmost bulb. Then he pushed its trumpet end over Isobel's outthrust sex mound, so that its contours cupped it tightly and its protruding hose slid up into her vagina. Then he worked the twin bulbs, discharging one into her so that it flushed her sheath out, and then sucking the waste back into the second one. He repeated the process with Lorna until both their nether orifices were tingling and refreshed. When he was done, he wiped them dry with the towel.

'Now I must return to my duties and make my report. I must consult further on your case before I decide what we're going to do with you next...'

And he returned to his office, locking the door behind him and leaving them alone.

Slowly Lorna and Isobel turned to look into each other's faces, frightened at what they would see but needing reassurance all the same. Isobel tried to smile around the gag plugging her mouth but the strap across her lips concealed most of it so that only her red rimmed eyes seemed to brighten slightly. Feebly Lorna did the same. But they were both still deeply ashamed of what they had witnessed. They had each seen the other having sex while bound and gagged. That was perverted! What was even worse, as they were only too acutely aware, the same penis had been responsible for both their despoilment and the terrible surges of delight as orgasms had been ripped from them. They had, however unwillingly, taken the same man inside each of them and responded with equal passion, and they knew it was something they could never forget.

Without being able to speak there was little more they could do to reassure each other. More as a gesture of defiance, each of them squirmed and strained at their cuffs, trying to slip their hands out of them, but they were too deep and tight. After a while they lay back against the bars, trying to shift their bowed bodies into the least uncomfortable positions possible. The same thoughts were passing through their minds. How long would they be left here? And what would happen to them next?

Gradually an old sense of disassociation began to steal over them. They felt as if they should still be crying inconsolably and wallowing in the depths of shame and despair after their ordeal. Yet they were not. Nor had they been driven mad by their cruel carnal usage. What was wrong with them?

Of course, that was how they would have been expected to respond to such an ordeal in England. Here in Barbouria evidently things were very different. What had been done to them was apparently perfectly normal and even part of regular police policy. This whole room was testament to that. It had been undeniably shocking and barbaric, and yet that attitude of the everyday about it took the edge off their guilt and in some way lessened their sense of being left somehow unclean. They were not expected it to behave as if their world had come to an end. And perhaps, each thought secretly, this strange attitude also explained their startlingly passionate responses to their suffering and humiliation. It was how women were expected to behave here. Yes, that must be it...

And so, they lay there. In England they would be getting cold by now exposed like this, but the room was warm, and its air felt baked, like a kitchen with an oven open. This was not England...

Half an hour after Velasquez had left them, they became aware of voices in the office filtering faintly through the door. After a few minutes of this the door was unlocked and Captain Velasquez entered escorting Hassan al Rashid.

At the sight of him Isobel and Lorna began to struggle against their cuffs and yoke bars once again, horrified at the thought of him seeing them naked, bound and exposed. But they were totally unable to conceal themselves from his gaze and so their cheeks burned with fresh shame.

The two men had been speaking in their own language but as they moved towards Lorna and Isobel they switched to English. This only made comprehensible the intimate details they had evidently been discussing.

'So, Miss Forbes was not a virgin?' Rashid said.

Lorna whimpered.

'She was tight but definitely ruptured,' Velazquez replied. 'I imagined all young English women of that class were pure. But apparently a while ago she defied convention by conducting an unsuitable liaison. That is why Mrs Forbes took her away from home on a world cruise.'

'And Mrs Forbes is a widow?'

'For some years I gather, although that is hard to believe when you look at her...' he gestured at Isobel's naked bound body '... what a waste.'

Isobel groaned.

'You mean they came here without any protector?'

'None at all. I had no idea they could be so foolish. Naturally, in these circumstances, I took my pleasure with them both.'

'Of course, Captain, is what else would you do?' Rashid said mildly. 'Were they pleasing?'

'They bucked and squealed like unbroken fillies, but they were highly satisfying and responded well once I had broken their resistance...'

Isobel gaped at them in mute horror. They might have been talking about breaking in horses, rather than stripping, binding and ravishing two innocent women.

Rashid looked Isobel and Lorna over closely and appreciatively without any sign of embarrassment on his part. 'May I examine them?' he asked.

'Be my guest,' Velasquez said generously.

The women bit on their gags and squirmed in revulsion, but they could do nothing to stop Rashid exploring every part of them. He squeezed their breasts and pinched their nipples and reached beneath them and cupped and clasped their buttocks to test their softness and strength. He did not hurry and completely ignored their stifled moans and whimpers of shame. He even parted their sex lips and probed the depths of their vaginas and, like Velazquez before him, brought his fingers away slippery and wet. Fresh blushes burned on their cheeks as they turned their eyes away from this evidence of their continued, and inexplicable, display of passion in the face of cruelty.

When Rashid was done at last, he said to Velasquez, 'Oh, yes... they really are fine specimens of womanhood. Being related makes their similarities and differences most interesting.'

Then for the first time he spoke directly to them; still with his former tone of formality to which was now added a suggestion of pity.

'Mrs Forbes, Miss Forbes, I do feel somewhat responsible for your predicament. I really did not intend to cause you any alarm. But I was so taken with your great beauty ...' he waved a hand expressly at their naked and exposed bodies '... which I now see was even greater than I had imagined, and so I felt I must compliment you upon it. If only you had understood that then, all this might have been avoided.' He shrugged helplessly. 'But now I'm afraid justice must take its course...'

Isobel and Lorna could only stare back at him in mute dismay.

'Your assault upon Mr Rashid was witnessed by many people,' Velasquez explained. 'Even if he is kind enough not to bring charges against you personally, the law demands that some restitution be made to satisfy public anger at your actions.' Then he hesitated. 'However, if you can make some offering to him, some gesture admitting your fault, a display of suffering in return ... what is the word... yes, do a penance for Mr Rashid, then he can legitimately say his honour has been satisfied, and this would be one less charge to be brought against you at your trial.'

'But, naturally, you must do this entirely of your own will,' Rashid added.

Velasquez stepped forward and unbuckled their gag straps, pulling the rubber plugs from their mouths. 'Now, Mrs Forbes, can you think of anything that would satisfy these conditions?'

With a sinking heart Isobel realized what was expected of her. Her aching body was clue enough. Her further suffering and humiliation were all she had left to offer. It was revolting and these people were barbarians... but a few minutes of pain and indignity while she was already exposed like this might save them both so much later. It took an immense effort to speak clearly in such circumstances, but she made herself do so.

'Perhaps, Sir,' she said meekly, taking in a deep breath, 'if Mr Rashid would like to... to beat me and... then have sex with me? Would that make up for my... unfortunate slap?' Even as she said it, offering herself up for carnal pleasure, she felt her nipples standing up and a tingle growing in her loins.

'Would that suffice?' Velasquez asked Rashid.

'It would,' Rashid said with a happy smile.

'Have me as well!' Lorna piped up suddenly.

Isobel twisted her head round to glare at Lorna. 'I slapped him, Lorna, so I must make amends. This is not your concern.'

'But it is! You were only trying to protect me. I'm old enough to take my share...'

'I forbid you!'

'Look at us! You can't forbid me anything right now. If it means one less charge against us, then... he can have me if he wants. Do you hear that, Mr Rashid? Whatever you're going to do, you can also do it to me. You can... you can spank me all you like!' She thought she was just trying to be brave and trying to spare Isobel unnecessary suffering, but as she spoke, she felt a strange illicit thrill flowing through her at the sound of her own words, and could not help adding, 'And p... put your... your prick up me as well!

'Language, Lorna!' Isobel said, shocked.

But Rashid was applauding. 'Ahh, what spirit your girl has, Mrs Forbes. You must be very proud of her. I accept her sacrifice and will greatly enjoy having her.'

'No, please don't, Mr Rashid,' Isobel begged.

'But I will, Mrs Forbes, because as your girl points out, she is of age, and you cannot stop me. I would be mad not to accept such a delightful offer to enjoy both of you together.'

While they had been talking, Velasquez had gone to the rows of hooks and brought back with him looked like a long-handled flyswatter, which he presented to Rashid. 'You may use this on them with as much vigour as you like. It will make a most satisfying sound and deliver sharp pain but not break their pretty skins.'

Rashid swished it through the air experimentally. Its head was perforated like a kitchen spatula but appeared to be made of thick black rubber. 'Yes, this will do perfectly...'

Velasquez bowed slightly. 'Then I will leave you to enjoy them.' And he left through the door back into his office.

Rashid removed his white linen jacket and hung it on a spare hook and then rolled up his shirtsleeves. He smiled at Isobel and Lorna, bowed naked and helpless across the wall bars waiting for him. 'I shall of course not insult you by pretending I am going to be gentle,' he told them. 'That would be quite wrong, and it is not the Barbourian way. You must genuinely suffer, you understand that?'

Through gritted teeth Isobel said, 'Yes. Please... just get on with it...'

'Would you like your gags replaced so you have something to bite on?' he asked solicitously. 'I would not like you to damage your teeth, lips or tongues from pain.'

Both nodded. He replaced their gags, and they closed their teeth about the roots of the plugs once more as they filled their mouths. Maybe they would mute their screams...

'I will use the swat until your intimate places are properly reddened and your tears are falling,' Rashid said. 'Then I will un-gag you again and I expect to hear you plead for me to finish you off in the proper manner, do you understand?'

They nodded again.

He positioned himself in front of Lorna and drew back his arm. She screwed up her eyes as the swat swished through the air and then opened them again in horror as it smacked into her breasts with a crisp thwack of rubber on flesh. With her arms drawn up and back by her yoke, her breasts were perfectly exposed to him, and their pale pink mounds flattened under the power of the blow, driving her hard nipples deep down into them which then sprang up again ready for more. He beat her breasts from the left and the right and then square on half a dozen times while she screamed and bit on her gag. Her eyes filled with tears which ran down her cheeks while her spittle dribbled out from under the gag strap across her lips.

Then Rashid stepped to one side and beat Isobel's heavier and fuller globes with the same enthusiasm and precision, making them bounce and shiver and smack against each other. While she yelped and sobbed Lorna looked down at her breasts in fear to see they were now glowing a shocking pink, simmering and tingling all over. Yet her nipples still stood up hard.

Leaving Isobel sobbing over her now ruddy and simmering mammaries, Rashid moved back to Lorna and swung the swatter across her exposed stomach. Her whole body jerked against the hooks that bound her to the wall bars as she tried to curl up about the blade as it beat her, making her writhe and jerk helplessly. Then he stepped aside and delivered the same hail of blows to Isobel's fleshier middle.

When he was done, he came back again to attack his final target: Lorna's out thrust vulva.

Her pliant lips flattened under the stinging blow she felt swish between her thighs. There was a distinct squelch, and the blade came away wet with her juices which were squirting out from each end of her furrow. The hard nub of her clitoris, that organ she had hardly begun to understand, felt as if it had been struck by a hammer as it was pushed down into its fleshy hood. It was shocking and awful... and yet a part of her wanted to feel it again.

But she only received another five blows before Rashid moved sideways to beat Isobel's fuller and fleshier pubic pouch in the same way.

This time when he was done, Rashid stepped back and tore open the bulging flies of his white trousers to expose his straining brown penis. Lorna and Isobel stared at it through their misty eyes, knowing its inevitable destination, feeling their own stinging and beaten bodies filling with anticipation. Incorrect thoughts filled their minds: this was how it should be; pain must be followed by pleasure...

Rashid unbuckled their gags, and they choked out between them, 'P... please, Sir... we're sorry for what we did... please will you make love to us... screw us... have us now... hard... please!'

Rashid plunged his shaft into Isobel's red dripping gash, digging his fingers deep into the soft folds of her sore burning breasts as he gave her half a dozen quick thrusts. Then he pulled out of her, took two steps sideways, clasped hold of Lorna's fine high burning pink breasts, and rammed his cock into her waiting pussy.

And so back and forth he went, his shaft dripping their juices between them across their bound thighs, accompanied by their incoherent moans and gasps of arousal. Later they would recover and something of their English sense of shame and guilt would return, but in this moment all they knew was a terrible all-consuming lust that only a man's cock could satisfy.

Lorna sobbed as she felt her loins seem to explode over Rashid's shaft. Then still in the throes of her ecstasy she whimpered as she felt his member torn out of her and thrust back into Isobel. And for a brief moment, before it was washed away by the continuing rush of her orgasm as it tore through her, Lorna felt a terrible sharp pang of resentment towards Isobel as her vagina received his ejaculation of hot sperm as its reward.