Chapter 12
Allison had no idea how long she had been left hogtied on the table for. There
was a torrent of emotions flowing through her consciousness. She started to feel
relief that for the first time since the nightmare began she was alone and her
abuse amounted merely to discomfort rather than actively inflicted pain. She
also felt shame that she was being so compliant, she knew what they were doing,
they were tormenting Jessica knowing that she was the strong one, knowing that
if the proud blonde failed to resist their efforts then she would have to comply
eventually. Allison felt humiliated at her lack of resolve, maybe if she was as
resilient as Jessica then she could at least keep a sense of herself. She also
felt a certain amount of despair, after all no one knew they were here, no one
would know to rescue them and she would be a slave, subject to who knows what
revolting whims. Finally she settled down, tried to clear her mind of the fear
and the pain.
The quaking redhead was aware that people had entered the room long before she
really heard them or one of them passed through her restricted field of vision.
They sounded like they were setting the table. She heard the unmistakable sound
of crockery and cutlery being placed on the table as well as the sound of high
heels clicking on the cold stone floor. For all his hatred of Western
civilisation her Arab master had adopted one very European item of clothing. The
items on the table grew heavier sounding, presumably this was the food being
laid out. Allison could smell oil, spices and fruit and vegetables. A pretty
Asian girl wearing an almost music hall harem costume appeared by her head, as
the girl looked down at the young English woman, Allison could see her eyes
smiling though most of her features were hidden by a dark blue veil and
headscarf. The girl spoke to someone else in the room and they both giggled. The
red haired beauty bound to the table didn't like the tone that the girl had used
it sounded mocking and ominous all at once.
Allison started as she felt something cold touch both her cheeks. It was hard
and yet cold and clammy and smelt of fresh vegetables. She involuntarily arched
her back as something similar was pressed between her spread thighs, the
coolness almost painful against her freshly shaved sex. She struggled to see
what was going on around her but her painful bondage prevented her from looking
around at all.
If she had been shocked by the chilled objects placed against her delicate skin
what happened next to her naked body stunned her. The stream started by landing
between her breasts where it started to pool oozing slowly from the point where
it hit her skin. Then whoever was pouring the liquid, and from the giggling it
sounded like the two girls who had set the food out, moved the stream down her
body. The liquid flowed down her belly pooling in her navel, then lower, down
her abdomen so that it poured down around and over her sex. It moistened her
thighs as little rivulets followed the pull of gravity down off her body. The
liquid was so cold that her firm white skin goose bumped where the liquid sat,
viscously forming a thin layer over most of her body. Allison started to shiver
gently, as much as her hogtie would allow her.
The pouring returned back up her body over her breasts, over her small pink
nipples that crinkled under the sensuous flow. Allison felt a small feminine
finger teasing the oil around her right nipple and the giggling momentarily
changed to a malevolent laugh. The remainder of the oil was poured over her
chest, her arched back allowing the salad oil to flow down over her shoulders.
It formed a puddle in the well formed in the notch of her neck, it ran down so
that it dripped deliciously off the shivering girls throat. Her whole body had
been covered in the oil but more was to come.
Satisfied that the captive's body was sufficiently coated they started to
sprinkle the chopped salad over her body. The fruit and vegetables clung in the
embrace of the dressing so that before long Allison was covered in the finely
sliced fruit. A few pieces began to slide sensuously over her body, like dozens
of gentle fingers stroking across the firm surface of her skin. The effect of a
human salad serving was completed as herbs and spices were sprinkled over the
English girls upturned feminine frame.
The giggling and the click of the serving maids' heels receded as they withdrew
from the dining room. Allison was left with the tiny bumps across her pale skin,
shivering under the layer of salad and dressing. She didn't have to wait long
before the rustle of robes and the click of shoes on the marble floor alerted
her to someone new entering the room. She could tell from the sound of the shoes
that it was a man and a woman but the sound stopped as they sat either side of
the bare captive.
They started talking in a foreign language and Allison was surprised at the tone
of their voices. Although she didn't know what they were saying they sounded
like any married couple over dinner discussing their respective days. This
illusion of domestic simplicity was disturbed as they started to eat the food
arranged around and on the naked red haired girl's body.
It started innocently enough. They started by taking the bread sticks that had
been placed in silver serving bowls by Allison's head. They used these to mop up
the flavoured olive oil off the bound girls belly and chest. The sensation of
the rough hard sticks of twice baked bread toying over her goose bumped skin
lubricated by the oil, moving the soft food around focused all of Allison's
attention on that small area of her body. It was at once sensual and yet
humiliating as the girl who until only a day or so ago had commanded a dozen
Wrens in the convoy control centre. They were using her as nothing more than an
object. Apart from the fact they were obviously taking pleasure in teasing her
she was nothing more than a serving platter for their convenience. The arrogant
young woman was simply an object to them, an object to be used for own ends, as
if she were no more than a piece of furniture. A tear ran down Allison's face
into her ear and only the large rubber ball secured in her mouth stopped the sob
that rose up her throat.
Allison shifted in her harsh bondage as both diners simultaneously started to
run the tips of their bread around her erect nipples. Her back arched further to
the erotic touch, as an invisible chord from her achingly erect nipples tugged
between her legs. What was more disconcerting was that despite the sexual
torment, Allison realised that the couple were carrying on their conversation as
if they weren't eating dinner off a girl who was currently straining against her
leather strapped hogtie like a brazen hussy.
There was a moments pause. Abdul said something to the woman and they both
laughed at the English girls predicament. The woman spoke one of the few words
of the heathen's language that she knew but it seemed appropriate as she landed
a swiping slap on one of Allison's over sensitised breasts. 'Slut!' she
exclaimed in a husky tone. Allison continued to writhe within her bondage,
hoping that if she pushed her breasts up high enough the erotic sensation would
return. She no longer cared what they thought of her, she wanted that sensation
to continue. If she had not been gagged she would have begged them, promised
anything, just for them to release one hand so that she could stroke herself as
she had done before. Teasing herself between her legs as she lay in her bunk,
biting her lip so that her outburst as the damn of sexuality burst over her
wouldn't be heard by the other officer cadets who had lain sleeping around her.
Allison's shoulders and thighs were burningly painful as she strived to force
her limbs into ever more difficult positions to try and get the sensual pleasure
to return. Even as she cried at her discomfiture and agony, it was like her body
was no longer hers to control, she knew that she should be resisting but years
of teenage sexual frustration made her long for some sort of release.
She didn't have to wait long for the teasing to restart with a vengeance. The
couple's conversation was more laboured now. They were obviously trying to
remain calm but that was difficult as they saw the girl's reaction as they took
the carrot sticks that had been placed between her thighs. Now they virtually
ignored the salad and the oil and used the English girl's natural 'dressing'.
They slid the cool slices of vegetable either side of her sex, coating it in the
moisture that had started to ooze from the young girl. Allison's bottom leapt
several inches upwards from where it had rested on her heels bound beneath her.
The muscles in her shoulders screamed at the unnatural strain and her head was
forced so far forward by this sudden lunge that she was almost choking herself.
But still they continued.
Instead of her own fingers gently caressing herself to a quiet orgasm they used
two hard cold sticks cut from carrots, of all things, to insistently press her.
They were tasting her with every mouthful of food that they took, chewing,
swallowing Allison's sexual lubricant. The redhead was all consumed with what
was happening between her thighs, her whole mind focused on that small, usually
undisturbed area. She could feel the sensation in her belly like an earthquake,
she knew that an orgasm was imminent and yet she fought against it. It wasn't
like she hadn't yearned for so many years to feel the warmth of a sexual
explosion but she didn't want it to happen like this. She had always imagined
that it would come on her wedding night, with a man. Yet here she was desperate
to cum in front of two strangers if only that would give her control of her body
back.
Suddenly they stopped. She heard their chairs scrape back as they stood.
'How remiss of me. I have another guest that I should attend to.' He spoke in
English for Allison's benefit rather than his wife's. He strode from the room.
Allison continued to push her hips up and down hoping that by sheer willpower
she could achieve the release that she was so desperate for, or at least for the
wife to finish what she had started. Instead the middle aged Egyptian woman
walked around the table so that she was looking down at the English naval
officer's face. She had such a look of contempt that Allison's sexual urge
evaporated instantly.
She stood for what seemed like a long time staring into the beautiful green eyes
of the redhead before she spoke another of her few words in that accursed
language of the infidel.
'Whore!' She screamed at the English girl. Then she spat in Allison's face and
left the room, leaving the despondent English girl hogtied and covered in oil,
salad, spit and her own sexual lubricant sobbing quietly through her ball gag.
