Chapter 7
Allison felt physically relieved as first the leash attached to the tight silver
collar was released and then the cuffs that had held her arms so uncomfortably
up her back were unfastened. She had no concept of how long she had been bound
for but even with the black men holding one of her wrists each she could feel
the leaden sensation in her arms as the blood returned to her hands. She felt
the material of her pantygirdle scrunch between her thighs as her ankles were
released and the two men holding her were forced to take some of her weight as
her legs weakened by the bondage and the savage beating failed to support her at
first. She felt glad to be standing in an almost natural stance after the
humiliating position she'd been forced to hold and for the moment was not even
thinking about what had been said about stripping them.
They dragged her backward about a yard from the spanking bar so they had room to
work but Jessica could still see what they were doing to her pretty red headed
friend. Allison looked at the tall blonde army officer with a mixture of pity
and dispair. It was harder to see her blue eyes past the brim of her cap from
this standing position but she could see the white silk of the other girls
panties protruding past her still red painted lips. She could see the watermarks
left by her tears down to her jaw line and the trail of saliva down her chin to
wear it dripped to a pool on the floor. Jessica had been so cruelly treated for
protesting that Allison kept quiet for the moment prepared to tolerate
embarrassment whilst the pain was still fresh on her buttocks. She awoke from
this daze as she felt the arab man unfastening the laces on her issue shoes and
gently removing them from her feet. He grabbed the bunch of her panties from
between her legs and Allison stiffened but nothing more as the felt the cruel
insistent grip of the two men holding her arms. He dragged her underwear down
over her thighs drawing the stockings with them and tossed them to one side. The
he unfastened the gold gilt buttons of her uniform jacket and smiled in her face
as he pushed it back off her shoulders. The two men holding her arms deftly
removed the jacket without seeming to loosen their grip and passed it back to
the weasly looking arab who folded it neatly and placed it with her skirt. Next
he unfastened her black silk tie again smiling callously in her face as he
slowly dragged the tie around her neck from one side. Sliding it through the
stiff starched collar.
Allison felt the breathing of the men holding her arms quicken as the arab
popped the front stud of her collar open and he smiled in her face with mounting
amusement as he slowly unfastened the pearl buttons of her neat uniform shirt.
He let the blouse hang in place until he had unbuttoned it right to the bottom
and this time he pushed it back off her shoulders, slowly luxuriously. The two
negros were staring down at her as they again disrobed her until all she was
wearing now was her bustier, her hat and the restrictive slave collar. The
bustier was very firmly wired and gave her breasts a pointed stiff appearance.
The young naval officer gasped as the man came back from folding her blouse with
a knife held point up towards her.
'Pretty.' Again that lecherous smirk as he slid the knife under the shoulder
strap of her bustier. He lifted the blade sharply and the strap parted and fell
from her shoulder. He repeated this on the other strap so that the only thing
holding the garment in place was the underwiring around her breasts. He deftly
drew the knife down between her breasts, slicing through the material but not
even touching the skin fractions of a millimetre beneath. The garment hung from
her breasts for a heartbeat. She felt perspiration on her forehead as all the
men in the room held their collective breath. Then in a twinkling the remains of
the bustier had landed on the floor and she could have sworn she heard a whistle
as her busom was exposed to their gaze. Her young breasts were pert and firm,
white and blue veined. She could feel the animal lust especially from her two
captors and she almost expected them to start mauling her body now that it was
exposed to them but instead they fastened a chain around her waist and secured
her wrists with cuffs to it. The lead was re-attached to the collar and given to
the Russian girl to hold. Allison realised she was breathing hard, warm despite
the cool air of the room. It was as if someone was thrumming a guitar string
that was connected directly from her breasts to her sex as she watched the two
massively built black men walk over to Jessica.
The tall blonde ATS officer had watched in fascination as the Wren had been
stripped naked except for her tricorn hat and the mark of their captivity around
her neck. Despite the pain burning in the skin of her bottom and the
humiliation of being sexually teased by a stranger she too had felt the
insistent tugging in her body as Allison had beed exposed. She should have
protested, she wanted to cry out as they unfastened her bonds. She however
managed to stand first time, she didn't want to give them any satisfaction nor
did she want to waste her energy and risk another beating by resisting.
Again the weasly arab undressed her with that smile in his eyes. When he sliced
through her bra one of the black men did actually whistle as her large shapely
firm bosom came into view. She was bound as Allison had been, the statuesque
blonde and the shapely redhead stood side by side, leashed and held by a
conteptuous Russian slave girl. Abdul al Rafiq stood before them.
'In a moment I am going to have you inspected by my doctor who is an expert in
assessing a slave girl's qualification and stamina. First I wish to see you as
intended.' At this the other arab man removed Allison's cap and pulled the hair
slides from her bobbed red mane. He ran his fingers through her hair so that it
fell loose. Then he removed the grips from Jessicas much more elaborately
arranged blonde hair. It fell loose down over her shoulders and in two blonde
cascades either side of her face. She no longer looked as severe as she had
done, softer almost, with the soft blonde hair about her shoulders just above
those eminent breasts. 'Very good, you really will be most valuable, even if I
only shave you and sell that to the wig makers. And Hassan,' He addressed the
weasly arab by name.'Once they have been to the doctor's, do something about
those.' He pointed at the girls bellies but Hassan knew what this honour from
his master meant.
At this point Jessicas leash was taken from the Russian girl by one of the black
guardians. The English girl had so far found no way of differentiating the two
men. He wrapped her leash around his enormous fist so that the silver band
pulled uncomfortably against her throat and his knuckles rested against the nape
of her neck. Then he forced her forwards towards the door, her bare feet padding
on the cold marble floor. Once in the corridor his manner relaxed as he marched
her towards 'the doctor'.
Josh Horner had grown up in poverty in West Africa. In those days he never saw a
white person and would probably have not been bothered if he had. At the age of
fifteen he had taken a job aboard a tramp steamer, ploughing its trade up and
down the African coast. The captain had been an Englishman with a furious temper
that got worse when he was drinking. He had beaten the young Josh and the other
boy on the cruise, Billy Bothwell. Billy was currently holding Allison's leash
back in the marble punishment room. When drunk the captain would beat the boys
more severely and would bugger them once he had thrashed them. Then after 2
years of this he had taken the boys ashore in Cairo and had kept them locked in
a hotel room whilst he went out drinking and then he would come back and
sodomise one or both of them. Then one night he came back the worse for drink
and even though he had bound their wrists the two boys had beaten him to death.
Pursued by the police in a strange country Abdul al Rafiq had rescued them and
taken them into his employ.
Their duties ranged from general domestic, bodyguard, kidnapping women, usually
local but quite often intricate plots to get hold of white women and training
and punishing those women that they took. The captain who had sodomised Josh and
Billy had a daughter at home in England, a beautiful blonde girl. Josh's one
regret about murdering the captain was that before he killed him, he wanted to
force him to watch the two black men violate his daughter. He had found Abdul
more than willing for him to practise this by sodomising any recalcitrant white
slaves.
'Not so high and mighty now, huh, bitch?' He spat in Jessica's ear as they
marched. 'Bet you'll scream them panties right out with a black monster in that
lilly white ass, huh bitch?'. Jessica ignored him, she was in too much pain to
think much past the terrible stinging in her backside or the thirst and hunger.
She couldn't help thinking of Allison's naked body just for a second as she was
led into a room equipped with an examination chair fitted with stirrups.
