Chapter 4
Jessica awoke slowly. She was unsure of where she was, her head pounded, she had
a strange taste in her mouth and she had only the slightest sensation in her
limbs. She just lay looking at a rough wall of unmade stone wondering what the
strange circular metal objects were that she could see in two neat rows, one
near the top of the wall and one near the bottom.
After lying still for a few moments she found she could lift her head just
enough to look around. She saw all the walls were much the same except one had a
barred window through which light diffused as if from a courtyard. She felt a
chill in the room so unlike anything that she had felt since arriving in this
country. She tried to sit up but found that she couldn't. She couldn't move her
hands from down by her sides and when she tried to swing her right leg off the
wooden pallet that she was lying on she found movement restricted to only a few
inches and their was a sharp tug on her left ankle. She managed to lift her head
to see why she was so immobile but all she could see was her heaving chest still
covered by the course khaki drill of her uniform. Her elegantly coiffeured head
fell back heavily onto the wooden slope that passed for a pillow. She arched her
back and tried moving her hands again and realised that they were fastened
together.
Where was she? What was happening?
'You awake bitch?' Jessica couldn't see the man who had asked her the question
but could tell from his accent that he was a West African. She tried to feign
unconsciousness but her writhing about was a bit of a giveaway. Suddenly she was
grabbed by the hair and hauled upright, the chain between her wrists was caught
under her bottom and her arms were yanked back in the sockets. The black man
leaned right into her face; he wore an expression of malicious amusement as his
breath stank in her face, flecking her with spittle as he asked again. 'Are you
awake bitch?'
'Yes I'm awake.' She sighed hopelessly.
'Good, the boss is waiting for your skinny white ass!' With one hand under her
arm and the other still grasping her blonde hair he hauled her to her feet. As
he held her there and she scrabbled to balance on her chained legs he roughly
shoved her cap back on her head and dragged her out of the cell door. He made no
allowance for her bondage as he marched her down the corridor. Jessica was
reduced to a desperate stumbling hobble. She repeatedly fell against him but he
just pushed her away with his shoulder enjoying the sensation of the large firm
breast that often pressed against the back of his hand.
'Oh yes you're gonna learn today girl. Learn that being a whore is it's own
reward. You should never have annoyed the Boss like that bitch.' He kept up a
running commentary that she didn't rise to. She knew that he was only a lackey,
obviously a strong and vicious one but a lackey all the same. She was more
worried about who the Boss was and how she could have annoyed him.
Her dark custodian grew silent as the corridor grew more opulent. He had gone
from vindictive to reverent and she knew she would soon learn why she had been
brought here. She was marched into a large square room with a door in the centre
of each wall. In the centre of the room were two long padded bars about waist
height parallel to each other. There were what looked like manacles at the
bottom of the legs that supported the bars about a yard apart. There were more
manacles hanging from a chain from the ceiling.
Standing in the six foot gap between the bars was a man in Arab dress who
Jessica thought that she recognised. With a gasp she realised it was Abdul al
Rafiq and with a cold fear spreading from her belly she knew that the scandalous
gossip was true.
'You know what to do with the whore.' He spoke english to the black man so that
his prisoner may understand. 'and hurry the other arch bitch is on her way and I
want these two saphic sluts to fully appreciate their predicament. The third man
in the room, the weasly Arab who had actually kidnapped the two girls adjusted
the height of the padded bar slightly and nodded to Jessica's guard. He pushed
her roughly up to the bar which was level with the tops of her thighs and then
pulled her wrists together into one of his huge hands. With his free hand he
unfastened the cuffs that she was wearing on a chain and let them fall to the
floor. Then grabbing her by the jacket collar he forced her forwards and forced
her wrists into the cuffs that were hanging from the ceiling. The arab man
secured her wrists as the black man held her there. Jessica now found her arms
drawn uncomfortably up her back as she was forced forward over the bar bent at
the waist so that her bottom pressed back hard against her skirt.
'I think we can dispense with this.' Spat the dealer of slaves as he unbuttoned
her skirt and let it fall to the ground. The black man drew the discarded item
of clothing away as he pulled Jessicas feet apart and cuffed her ankles to the
legs of the bar. There bent over and in pain from the cruel position of her arms
Jessica resolved to remain inpassive. She was scared, she knew what they were
planning to do to her as they lefted her jacket clear of her bottom and just
ripped off the silk petticoat that her mother had given her when she was posted.
Now her cheeks burned red in shame all that protected her dignity from these
evil men was a pair of extremely flimsy silk knickers in the style known as
French knickers where there is no elastic around the leg holes. She could feel
the material had ridden up between the globes of her buttocks and the straps of
the suspenders holding up her tan silk stockings were digging into the firm
unyeilding flesh of her bottom. The black man loved that little strip of white
flesh that she was showing between the bottom of her knickers and the double
weaved top of her stockings.
Jessica looked up in time to see Allison being marched in through the opposite
door as unceremoniously as she had been.
