'Raoul, Sayed, Major Mosafa wants you to go and assist him. His RangeRover is stuck a few miles down the track. You had better hurry and take some weapons with you, he sounded rather worried.'
The two youths dashed obediently up the stairs, leaving Zoe alone with Sir Rodney who strolled around the bench where she lay strapped down.
'What have we here?' Sir Rodney asked, tracing his fingertip around the butt plug where it disappeared inside her.
'My, my, the boys have done well in encouraging your sex to flower to its full ripeness, haven't they?'
Zoe flinched as she felt the man touch the distended lips of her vulva, then she shook her head in objection, sighing then groaning as he pulled experimentally on the tiny weighted chains that dangled from the clamps that were tight around her delicate folds of flesh.
'You see Miss Farquerson, once I have become bored with your company here, you will be sold to one of the desert nomad chieftains. They appreciate white girls, especially ones as pretty as you.'
The man stroked her vulva, making Zoe squirm.
'They will pay handsomely for the right sort of girl. They want obedience and they like a girl who is physically well endowed but like their thoroughbred horses they want sleek lines, no spare fat.'
Zoe shivered as the man ran his hands down her ribs.
'Major Mosafa tells me they will pay generously for a girl who displays her sex well.'
Zoe jerked as the dangling weights were tapped again.
'Luscious lips and generous breasts make for an easy sale. By the time I've finished with you, you'll fetch a good price. Do your future prospects excite you, Miss Farquerson? Surely a life spent in the sun, being used for sex each day is a more satisfying prospect for such a randy young bitch as you rather than working in London for her Majesty's Government?' As Stonefield talked, he flicked on the switch which made the butt plug vibrate. Zoe squirmed and writhed. Stonefield turned the switch to maximum and she groaned through the gag as the intense vibrations deep inside her aching rear quickly brought her to another climax. The man standing over her laughed softly.
Zoe thought about what the man was saying. The butt plug was still vibrating deep inside her anus and along with the constant pull being exerted on her labia, it was enough for Zoe to find that she was being brought to another orgasm even as the one she'd just had was subsiding. What would it be like to be like this everyday, she wondered, then she shook her head in alarm at the prospect. How could she even contemplate being a sex slave! She had to escape! God, she'd been a prisoner for only a day or two and she was already beginning to resign herself to the existence! Swearing through the gag she stared angrily at the leather cuffs that bound her wrists. If she could only manage to twist her hands out from under the leather...
'Struggle all you want Miss Farquerson, you can't escape what's happening to you,' Stonefield laughed derisively and Zoe wondered whether he had guessed what was going through her mind. The man gave a low laugh of satisfaction as he stroked one finger deeply along the entrance of her pussy. She writhed under the sensation and with shame that flushed her cheeks scarlet, she knew she was going to come again. The realisation that she was actually getting off on being treated as a sex slave made her furiously ashamed and she cursed her wanton response to the torment she was being subjected to.
'I think you're ready to come again, aren't you, my dear?'
She shook her head in denial, then in protest as she saw the man pick up the pump that dangled between her spread legs and was connected to the butt plug. She watched in fascination and alarm as he squeezed the pump and she felt the soft rubber device in her anus expand even more. Sweat beaded her brow and she shook her head vigorously as he gave the pump another squeeze. She could feel the butt plug widening her channel, forcing the walls of her rectum to part to accommodate it. She watched in disbelief as the man squeezed the pump again. He had to stop... stop... please...no more...
'Time, I think, for you to come again,' Stonefield announced dryly, smiling with satisfaction as he watched her writhing become more and more frantic. Zoe felt the vibrations from the butt plug slow then increase as Stonefield toyed with the dial. The pressure from the little weights dangling from her swollen labia increased and Zoe gave an agonised groan as a violent orgasm whipped through her body, leaving her gasping for breath.
She was still struggling to recover as the man removed the clamps and weights from her labia. She felt his fingers stroke her sex and then he showed his hand to her, his fingers shiny and dripping with the juices from her pussy.
'It looks like you're enjoying all this attention, doesn't it?'
Zoe shamefully closed her eyes, sighing as his hands stroked over her rump. She felt the vibrations from the butt plug stop but the device remained inside her expanded so much she felt she was in danger of being split to accommodate it. She was just thinking that if it got any bigger she would faint from the excruciating feeling when she realised that the man had moved to directly behind her and was standing where her legs were spread by the two lengths of the cross shaped bench.
'You'll have to forgive me my dear, but the sight of you enjoying yourself so much is too much...'
She craned her head back to see the man unzip his trousers and allow his cock to spring into view. She remembered how she had bound her hair ribbon around his scrotum, how he had struggled against the ties she'd spread-eagled him with. Now she was bound spread-eagled and he was taking his revenge upon her.
'We are very tight aren't we?'
Zoe grunted in discomfort as she felt the man's cock trying to force its way into her pussy. Of course with the butt plug expanded in her anus, her sex was now being pressed from two directions. Tears of anguish pricked her eyes and she jerked her arms and legs in protest as the cock was relentlessly driven into her.
'Very tight...' the man gave an appreciative gasp.
She grunted through the gag as she felt the cock push deeper into her and she was certain she was going to faint, so intense was the sensation. The man drew back; all she could do was whimper, tensing herself for his next thrust.
'Feels so good doesn't it...'
The man rammed his cock back into her, Zoe jerked against the leather that held her limbs outstretched, tears blurring her vision.
'Struggle all you want Zoe, it just gives me more satisfaction to know how this makes you feel!'
The man pulled his cock almost out of her and again he drove it back into her. She writhed helplessly.
'Don't tell me you've had enough sex for one day already?' the man asked, his tone of voice mocking her distress. Zoe looked back over her shoulder at him, begging him with her wide eyes to stop.
'Well that's such a pity you want to stop, because you see, I've hardly begun...'
Smiling sadistically the man rammed his engorged cock back into her body. Zoe gave a howl of gag-muted protest as she grimly remembered the man who had suffered the catheter. Silenced just like she was now, he had implored her with his eyes but she'd ignored him, intent on her own pleasure taken at his expense. Now it was her turn... she was completely at this man's mercy and he was showing her none.
Chapter Five
Vanessa lifted her head weakly and looked at the man sitting in the front of the RangeRover. She was desperate for a drink and felt giddily weak, not having eaten since the in-flight meal which seemed ages ago now. She gave a groan to attract the man's attention and when he swung around she looked beseechingly at him.