'Look, English girl, see what we have for you.'
She opened her eyes and gazed up at what Sayed was holding. The shiny metal clamps made her stomach churn and through the gag she whimpered nervously, shaking her head and imploring them with her eyes not to go ahead with what they were about to do to her.
Writhing then struggling frantically Zoe felt the youth take hold one of her outer folds of delicate pussy flesh. With the fingers of both hands he stretched the exposed frond of pink flesh.
'Now, my brother, clamp her.'
Zoe gulped down the saliva in her mouth, raising her head and craning to see what was being done to her. The steel rods meant she could only manage a stifled groan of alarm. She shook her head in protest, gasping then whimpering as the clamp was tightened around one delicate fold of her labia, then she hung her head back, tears running down her cheeks as they fastened a second clamp onto her other outer labia. Raoul stroked down her slim leg, as she writhed helplessly against the sensation.
'You enjoy. You like, yes?'
Zoe tossed her head from side to side, her slim, tethered body twisting urgently against the straps that held her down as Sayed applied pressure, gently at first, then more forcefully, pulling the clamps and stretching her labia.
Satisfied with the effect they were achieving, Sayed proceeded to clip small weights hung from fine jewellery chains to the clamps. Zoe groaned with dismay as Raoul lifted her head so that she was made to see what they were doing. The weights lay with the coiled chains on the edge of the bench just beyond her crotch. Raoul exchanged a glance with his brother and he nodded his encouragement. Sayed then brushed the weights off the edge of the bench.
'NUUHH!'
Zoe gave an agonised cry through the gag as she was forced to watch the weights fall from the bench. Her legs tensed then twisted frantically as the weights dangled down between her spread thighs, the sensation of her labia being pulled made her frantic and as she jerked and twisted her body she felt herself coming to orgasm.
She shook her head in denial but already her back was arching, her arms twisting as the sensation in her sex washed over her whole body. She pulled desperately against the restraints around her ankles as her orgasm continued. Raoul was stroking his fingers over her swollen sex lips and her hips bucked madly, her head tossing from side to side, as she came repeatedly. Her long hair was tangled over her perspiration soaked face.
She looked imploringly at the two youths standing over her, groaning feverishly as one tapped the weights lightly, making the fine chains swing back and forth and increasing the sensation of her labia being pulled. She craned her head up to see her breasts rising and falling and looked imploringly at the youths leering at her. Please stop this, she begged in her mind, certain that she couldn't bear anymore.
'You like, yes?'
Zoe shook her head frantically but it was too late; her body had already betrayed her. She glanced down at her tethered body, her slim arms and slender legs tightly bound with leather restraints. If she wasn't rescued, she could be here forever, subjected to this sort of treatment every day... she shook her head in dismay at the thought, telling herself that she had to escape. There was no way she would let herself become a slave to this.
Her sex was slick with her juices running down the stretched folds of her labia. Zoe closed her eyes, her back arched and she moaned faintly through the gag. She had to escape, she wasn't going to accept this as her fate. She forced her mind to remember who she was and what had brought her to this country. She was a British Secret Service agent, she wasn't going to end up as some sex slave, bound and gagged for the amusement of some man! She would get her revenge on Sir Rodney Stonefield, there was no way she would allow herself to accept this as her fate!
'Enjoying yourself, English girl?' Sayed asked, 'then we give you more pleasure, yes?'
Zoe opened her eyes and focused on the youth in front of her. Dragged from her thoughts by the voice, she felt with renewed sharpness the tugging sensation upon her sex as the smaller, inner folds of her sex were now caught between finger and thumb and teased and tormented. She shook her head and snarled in protest but Sayed laughed and continued toying with her sex, encouraging the flesh to swell under his fingers.
'Get two more clamps, chains and weights, brother. The bitch obviously wants it.'
Zoe tried to thrash her legs in objection but they were held at full stretch and her efforts only served to make her tormentors laugh. The bastards! Just wait till she could get even with them! She would have them begging, she vowed.
All her anger and protest amounted to nothing though and a moment later Zoe felt two more clamps being tightened around the delicate folds of her inner labia. The sensation was too much and she writhed desperately, her body soaked in perspiration, her legs quivering, the muscles straining as she pulled ineffectually against the restraints around her ankles.
A second set of weights were brought and clipped onto the clamps. Zoe lifted her head and stared in dismay as the weights were then flicked over the edge of the bench.
'NNNHHH!'
She screwed her eyes shut against the pain, bucking her hips and arching her back, her arms and legs twisting frantically. After a few moments her body slumped exhausted and she was left experiencing the sharp pull against her delicate inner labia. Her sex now forcibly aroused it took only the light touch of a thumb against her clitoris to bring her to a fresh orgasm. The tears flooded down over her cheeks and just as she felt her orgasm was subsiding, her clitoris was stimulated again until another orgasm shook her young body.
Zoe looked up beggingly at the young men stood tormenting her. Her hands twisted above the wristcuffs that held her arms out-stretched. Her legs slithered over the polished wood of the bench, the leather about her ankles creaking dully as she struggled. Her chest was heaving for breath, her firm breasts rising and falling as she gulped air through her nose and the steel ring in her mouth. Her belly was taut, her flanks smooth. The dark hair between her legs was wet below the swollen lips of her sex. The outer lips were heavy with the stretching they were being given. Her clamped inner lips glistened, firm and pink, the tiny folds drawn out fully from her body by the dangling weights.
She shook her head, her slim body bucking and writhing again with renewed vigour as she realised that they were going to leave her like this to suffer. She couldn't bear it anymore...they had to stop...
She saw them stand back and regard her, their victim, with satisfaction. She craned her head to see the lips of her vulva were acutely distended now; the pink folds a darker purple where the steel clamps bit into the delicate flesh.
'English girl feels good, yes? Okay, now we give you real good feeling.'
Zoe lay passively, aware now that there was no escape and strangely mesmerised as Sayed stroked her cheeks, flicking strands of her damp hair clear of her face.
'English girl enjoying this, yes? You want more of this...'
As Sayed spoke he continued stroking Zoe's face with one hand while with his other he gently rubbed her sex, stroking the distended folds of her labia, which hung swollen and heavy from the dangling weights. Zoe sighed, whimpering as she became aroused again. Sayed stroked her cheeks and bent over her, taking her completely by surprise when Raoul handed him a fine silk scarf and he began to feed the silk through the ring of steel into her mouth. She shook her head in objection as she found that she could now only breathe through her nostrils and began to panic.
'Uhh...nuhh!'
More of the scarf was fingered into her mouth and now Zoe thrashed her head in alarmed protest. Raoul quickly moved to the top of the bench and caught hold of her hair then Sayed resumed feeding the silk into her mouth.
Zoe tried frantically to shake her head free from his grasp. She used her tongue to desperately try to push the material back out of her mouth. She saw Sayed grinning as he kept feeding more of the scarf through the steel ring until the tongue became submerged under the folds of silk. Sayed put his hand between her legs and pressed his thumb against her clitoris. Immediately Zoe felt herself orgasm, her back arched, her legs and arms going taut and she groaned feverishly.
Sayed laughed, lifting his hand to show the glistening juice that now covered his palm. Raoul grinned at his brother then glanced back at Zoe who was urgently forcing the silk from her mouth with her tongue. Her slim body heaved for breath, her breasts rising and falling rapidly.
'You enjoy it, yes?' Sayed pulled the remainder of the silk scarf from her mouth and proceeded to shake it out back into a square. It was soaking wet. Zoe was gulping air and looking dazedly at the two youths. Sayed was tying the silk scarf around itself into a succession of knots. When he'd finished the scarf was like a knotted rope.
'Okay, Sayed give you good feeling now.'
Zoe lifted her head weakly as Sayed fingered the scarf into her anus; the silk disappearing knot by knot into her body until there was just a tiny corner of the scarf left protruding.
As the knotted silk was slowly withdrawn from her body Zoe groaned feverishly, the sensation was so intense it was almost unbearable. As the first knot slipped from her rectum she came, crying out through the gag, so intense was the sensation. As each successive knot made its way out of her body a fresh wave of her climax shook her. As the fifth and last knot, which was larger than the others, forced its way through her rectum, she screamed through the gag certain that if she had to experience any more she'd faint.
Dazed, exhausted and bathed in sweat from her multiple orgasm, Zoe lay, too exhausted to care what happened next. Hopelessly aroused again now themselves, Raoul and Sayed hurriedly unbuttoned their jeans. Standing over their victim they masturbated until their spunk sprayed over Zoe's face.
'We can leave her like this for a while,' Sayed announced, discarding the silk scarf and wiping his palms on the back of his cut-off jeans. 'Let's go and have a cold drink and see what the Englishman wants us to do.'
'What about the weights?' Raoul glanced at the girl's swollen sex lips and the tiny chains that hung taut over the edge of the bench. 'Shouldn't we take them off now?'
'No, the bitch can stay like that,' Sayed replied. 'So much for the English spy! She's just like the other girls, give them pain with their pleasure and they love it! We'll come back in an hour and water her.'
'Bye bye, English girl. Enjoy your rest!'