CHAPTER 4
Stars. Such beautiful stars...
Something scurried over her left leg. Nikki didn't mind, not now. Funny how
the pain had mostly gone away. Only she felt so cold and alone. She wished
Tarik were here. If she could just tell him, she forgave him, that it was all
right, that she loved him! But even if he had been there, they had taken her
words away. She knew that blood was still seeping from the sides of her mouth
but she couldn't taste it - not anymore. They had left her in the courtyard
with the rest of the garbage. She wasn't even chained. There was no need - her
ruined hands and feet meant she wasn't going anywhere. At least they had given
her the stars...
Tarik stormed into the house in a foul mood. A wasted journey - there had been
no parcel! He stormed down the corridor and stopped. His little No-name had
been taken from her ring! Something had happened - something was wrong! Tarik
burst open the door of his room. A naked girl was lying on his bed. She had
been cuffed and gagged. But it wasn't No-name - it was Fatima, his master's
daughter! She was crying and shaking with fear. There was a label attached to
the collar around her neck. It read "Do not be gentle"! He rushed out of the
room and began to search for his slave. There were whimpering noises coming
from one of the cells. Unlocking the door, he found Helen - shaking but
unharmed. She was kneeling, rocking backwards and forwards. Her hands were
pressed over her mouth and she was crying bitterly. She didn't even bother to
look up when he entered. Confused and very worried now, Tarik checked the Play
room. It stank of blood and charred meat! Someone had been tortured here...
Tarik frantically searched the downstairs - nothing! No-name had simply
vanished. He decided to look outside, faintly hoping she had somehow freed
herself and escaped into the grounds. As he opened the back door, he heard a
pitiful low moan. In dread, he turned on the outside lights. She was lying in
a corner of the yard, sprawled on the ground amid the rubbish, barely moving.
Tarik rushed over and stopped. She had been hurt! Her mouth and chin were
stained red. Nothing was left of her nipples, only blackened wounds. Her hands
were torn and what was left of her palms was a mass of blisters. Her feet were
just the same. Tarik's gaze moved down No-name's poor body. There were angry
red cuts where she had been whipped until her skin was broken. Her brand had
been obliterated by fresh burns. Nothing remained of her cunt except for a deep
bloodied gash. Then he noticed the pool of dark blood on the ground between her
legs - and the ends of the two thick iron rods still protruding from her
backside and crotch...
Nikki looked up at Tarik's shocked face and tried to smile for him. He knew
there was nothing that could be done to save her now. But he could still do ONE
thing for her! He rushed into the storeroom and returned with bolt cutters.
She could feel him at her legs. With frenzied speed, he snapped the hinges of
her ankle cuffs and gently pulled them off her feet. Nikki felt such tenderness
for him, for this weeping Master-servant who had brutally raped and abused her,
but who had shown such incredible tenderness too. Both her wrists were released
now, and he was turning her collar around to reach the last hinge. With one
final click, she was freed. Throwing down the cutters, Tarik gently lifted her
head up and reached for the ring through her ear.
No! Nikki moved her arm up and painfully pushed his hands away. The ring was
her only possession - a gift from him, and it was so precious. Oh, if only she
could speak! She would ask him to save Helen and take her back to England, to
tell her mum...but no, her mum shouldn't know. Not about this. No, never to
know...
Tarik cradled his beloved No-name and remembered her free name was Nicola -
Nikki! She was breathing so poorly now, so limp in his arms. She was looking
up at him. She was crying! His tears fell on her face and mingled with hers.
She felt so distant, so very cold. Tarik, her love, was stroking her hair. He
had been so cruel, yet so kind. She knew she was dying - it wasn't fair! She
no longer felt alone, not in his arms...but someone else was here too!
Who...g-gran? N-nana? H-how?..... .... ... .. .
As she slipped away, Tarik laid her down on the bare ground. He stared at her
shattered body then up at the night. For the first time in many years, he
uttered a sound - a low keening that grew into a hoarse anguished growl.
Blinded by grief and fury, he staggered back into the house and along to his
room. He threw open the door and picked up a whip...
She was barely moving. Her frantic shrieks of extreme distress had been reduced
to whimpering. Twice she had passed out - twice Tarik had revived her to
experience more of the savage flogging that had turned her skin into a lattice
of red weals. Fatima no longer felt each lash of the cat - they had blurred
into a sea of fiery pain. Her body ached from Tarik's systematic whipping and
from her desperate struggles. She had been beaten to the point of utter
despair. He was killing her and she begged to die! Through a fog of incredible
pain, Fatima became aware that Tarik had stopped. He was releasing her wrists
and ankles from the ends of the bed but they were still cuffed together. Tarik
locked a long chain from his former mistress's collar down to her hobble chain
and locked her wrist cuffs halfway down its length. Once the leash chain had
been snapped on her collar, he pulled her up and made her stand. Fatima
immediately sank to her knees - her shaking legs were so weak! Tarik was in no
mood to show this bitch any mercy. Although she was not responsible for what
had happened to No-name, she was his to do as he pleased. Her stepmother would
be dealt with in full later. For now, this one had to bear the brunt of his
rage. Fatima reeled from the slap across her face. He jerked on her collar
chain and held his hand ready for another slap. She shook her head desperately
and struggled up. She could barely keep up as she was hauled down the corridor
and into the cell.
Helen looked up in terror as Tarik burst into the cell, his face dark with anger
and despair. He must have discovered poor Nikki! There was no way her fellow
captive could have survived the dreadful torture, mutilation, and impalement.
Helen could not escape the terrible sights they had made her witness in that
room. Nikki had been destroyed only a few feet in front of her. She was so
frightened that she would be next! Tarik yanked on the leash chain so hard that
Fatima stumbled and fell into the cell. He dragged her across the bare floor by
the chain, nearly choking her on the way. Once he had locked her to the wall
ring, he turned and glowered at Helen. She shrank back but he tossed a riding
crop at her and pointed to the moaning Fatima. He wanted her to beat the girl!
As the cell door slammed shut, Helen gingerly picked up the thin whip. She
turned towards Fatima.
Helen stared at the once-proud daughter of her Master and she was torn inside.
This girl had whipped her so cruelly and she was part of this monstrous family!
Yet, she had not been involved in Nikki's torture and was now a captive victim
like herself. Fatima was shaking and staring wildly at her. Helen reached
forward and touched the girl's long black hair. Fatima shivered and blinked in
confusion. How could this be? She had been left to be finished off by the
white slave! But instead of being beaten to death, the girl was touching her
gently. And she was crying! Fatima didn't know what to do. Helen was freeing
her ball gag! "Why?" Fatima whispered as the rubber slid out from her lips.
"Why don't you whip me?" She looked so puzzled, so child-like.
Helen realized this girl had known nothing but sadistic cruelty and power for
years, perhaps all her life. "F-for Nikki - I'm doing this for her."
"Nikki? Who is Nikki?"
"She's...she was No-name!"
"Was?" Fatima frowned. Tarik's slave was a joke! But something had happened -
what?
"D-dead! They killed her - your stepmother did it while your f-father watched!"
Fatima gaped at the weeping white girl. Andrea had stolen No-name from Tarik?
He must have found out! She gasped as it dawned that Tarik could have killed
her with his bare hands! But he had stopped and spared her.
"My stepmother! She is an evil bitch - she has turned my father against me!
Tarik - what will he do?"
Helen shook her head in misery. "I don't know - I just d-don't know!"
He stopped and listened. There were faint sounds coming from the bedroom. He
knew his master was sleeping in another room. Andrea was alone! Tarik gently
turned the handle and slipped inside. The heartless bitch was lying still
partly dressed on her bed. She was sound asleep! He stood and looked down at
the creature that had taken away his slave - his beloved No-name. Her long hair
was loose and she sprawled face down on the satin sheets. She was naked except
for black PVC hotpants. Her arms and legs were smeared with blood - No-name's!
He removed the wire garrote from his pocket and paused. This was too quick -
too merciful. Instead, he took the syringe filled with tranquilizer from his
other pocket and swiftly jabbed it right through the taut plastic into her left
buttock.
As she awoke with shock, Tarik held her down. She struggled wildly but he
pushed her face into the covers to stifle her screams. She knew it was him and
that he had come for revenge! Her desperate flailing became weaker. Andrea was
going under and she would soon be out cold. Tarik pressed her firmly until she
went completely limp. Now she would discover what suffering meant...
Andrea was breathing heavily. As he rolled her limp body over, Tarik noticed
she was lying on top of a slim notebook. He slowly turned the pages then, with
a look of grim satisfaction, slipped the item into his pocket. She did not feel
the cuffs being squeezed shut around her wrists and ankles but when he slung her
over his broad shoulder, she moaned...
Tarik tapped lightly on his master's bedroom door then entered. He set down the
usual tray of strong coffee, fresh figs, and black grapes. His master, Ali, sat
up slowly and stared at Tarik, setting out his clothes as if nothing had
happened. "Ah, er, thank you Tarik..." his voice trailed off when he looked
down at the tray. A thin, burgundy notebook was lying next to the coffee cup.
He picked it up and began to read. It was Andrea's writing! With a start, he
jerked bolt upright, tipping the tray onto the floor. It was full of names,
dates, shipments, and prices - a catalogue of all his arms dealings since her
arrival! "Tarik! This book - you have read it? Where...her room?" His
servant calmly nodded and carried on laying out the clothes. "The scheming
bitch! Have you killed her yet?"
Tarik stood up; his smile a menacing grimace, and shook his head. Then he
pointed to his mouth, his de-ringed ear, then raised his palms up, a look of
great pain on his face. "Ahh...No-name. Y-yes. Hmmm..." Ali shifted
uncomfortably and tried to find any words of explanation for his actions. "So
you found her then?" Tarik bowed his head then raised it to reveal his cold
rage and despair. "Ahh...hmmm. You know... Andrea asked me for her in exchange
for Helen. I thought you had the better bargain!" It was Tarik's turn to look
startled. He shook his head again urgently and motioned his master to follow
him. Ali was unnerved by his servant's response. What had that she-witch done?
The cell door burst open. Tarik stormed over to Fatima but Helen came between
them. "No Tarik! Please - she wasn't there! She wasn't involved - it was
Andrea and your ma..." Her voice trailed off as the man who had helped to
torture Nikki entered the cell!
"Father!" Fatima shrank back in shame and fear! She was naked, restrained and
terrified. "Please...don't let him hurt me!" She reddened and tried to hide
her private parts.
"Ah, yes...Helen, you are correct. Fatima was not involved in any way, Tarik.
It was just Andrea...and me." He paused, thoughtful of the offence he had
committed against his loyal servant. "Regrettable, but perhaps for the best in
many ways. And she WILL pay. Andrea will suffer for this...and other matters!"
"Father - release me!" Fatima begged in tears.
"Hmmm - I see that you have been flogged. Tarik, you have shown years of
patience with my daughter, ignoring her taunts, her tantrums, her insults - now
you have repaid her. Please release Fatima - she and I will talk later."
Fatima sobbed in relief and ran out of the cell as soon as she was freed. Her
father watched her depart then turned to look at Helen. "Tarik, take this one
as yours if you wish - I have no use for her and she will serve only you". He
strolled out of the cell leaving the servant and the slave. Tarik came across
and lifted her chin. He pointed at her mouth. In despair, Helen opened her
mouth before he forced the ball between her lips. There was no point in
fighting - he was too strong! He gently led her along the corridor to his room,
pointed to the floor at the end of his bed then waited until she lay down,
curled up. As she watched the door close, Helen understood she was to stay
until he returned. She thought of poor Nikki and wept.
Tarik joined his master at the door of the playroom. When they went in, Andrea
ran forward as far as the hobble chain round her ankle would allow. "Ali! At
last! You must free me - there has been a terrible mistake! Tarik has gone
mad..." Her voice trailed off as Tarik followed his master and entered the room.
"Hmmm...Yes, my dearest Andrea - there has been a mistake indeed. But it is
mine, not Tarik's!" He threw the notebook to the floor at her feet.
She froze in panic then began to talk in a rush. "Oh that! Its nothing...just,
er, protection in case anything happened to you! You see I can explain..."
"Yes, you will explain everything in good time, my dear. I have no doubt of
that! But we can leave your explanations until later - Tarik, would you
please?"
Andrea shrieked and tried to escape Tarik's strong grip on her neck and wrist.
He twisted her arm painfully up her back and forced her step by step to the
large wooden stocks in one corner of the room. She struggled frantically but
her head was forced down and secured by the metal clamp. Tarik took his time,
capturing her left arm and pinning it to the end of the bar. Her right arm was
next. Andrea begged and pleaded for mercy but her anguished cries were stifled
by a ball gag. He drew her right leg out to one side and fettered her ankle to
the base of the stocks. Pausing to remove her cuff, her remaining leg was
secured to the other side of the base, forcing her to stand bent forward with
her feet wide apart. Andrea mewed in terror, caught in one of the devices she
employed for torturing slaves!
"Ahh...thank you, Tarik! Now, please pass me that scalpel!"
How fascinating - the way the fabric peeled apart as the threads were cut! With
great care and a steady hand, Ali gently stroked the scalpel down the center
seam of his treacherous wife's PVC hotpants. She was struggling, screaming past
her gag but he ignored her pleas for mercy. Mercy? She had shown none to that
little slave as the heated rods tore into her body. True, he had been a party
to that act but Andrea had betrayed his trust. The thought of her little
notebook nearly made him lose concentration, making him want to thrust with the
blade. No, he reminded himself, this should be savored - not rushed. Plenty of
time for the instruments later!
Andrea shook with fear. There was no way of escaping the stocks - her legs were
wide apart and she was bent forward. Knowing what would happen to her - that
was the worst thing of all. Her husband had been a willing, eager helper while
she systematically reduced No-name to a bleeding, burnt and mutilated wreck.
Now he was behaving as if she had been entirely to blame! And that damned
notebook - may Tarik rot in hell! She couldn't even talk her way out it - the
gag put paid to that.
As soon as the hotpants were slit open from the base of her spine to the front
of her crotch, Ali set down the scalpel. The black shiny plastic had pulled
open to reveal her crotch and light blonde pubic hair. What a sight - such a
damned waste! He slowly inserted one finger between her labia and scraped the
nail down until it pushed against her clit. She jumped and moaned so
beautifully. Why hadn't he just collared her? Perhaps if she had been nothing
more than a slave, none of this would have to happen. No, no point in
considering this - she was too dangerous. She knew too much about him and his
business dealings. He smiled and thought it would be fitting for her to be
broken and enslaved before the end. Yes! But first, a little fun! He took his
time, slowly entering her and watching her reactions. She was so responsive, so
affected! Quickening a little, he ran his hands over her bare back. The beam
under her hips kept her at just the right angle. As he emptied himself inside
her, he felt a pang of regret. Such a pity! "Thank you my dear - that was
delightful!" She stared wildly at him as he crouched by her head. "But I
regret your days as my wife are over. Tarik, you may have her now - break her
severely and brand her. I will consider the means of her final punishment after
she is reduced to a common slave and I have discovered the extent of her
treachery!" As he strolled out of the room, he heard her first scream of
anguish and knew that Tarik would soon start the flogging...
Tarik watched his master depart and stared down at the struggling Andrea. He
picked up a large serrated knife and slid the blade under the side of her
hotpants. When he finished cutting through both sides, the shredded plastic
material hung limply under her waist. Tarik swiftly yanked it away and threw
the ruined garment to the floor. It would be burned later, along with the rest
of her clothes and possessions. He walked slowly around the frame, considering
how to proceed. She was a stunning beauty. He was going to penetrate her but
not just yet. She had to be broken first and harshly! Tarik grew angrier as he
thought about this vile creature's deceit and cruelty towards his slave - his
slave! He snarled in renewed rage. This bitch had been responsible! She had
caused all this. This creature had betrayed his master's trust, manipulated
everyone, and she had ruined Tarik's own beloved possession! His poor little
No-name - left to die in agony outside among the rubbish!
The Bitch! He drew the whip fully back and lashed it savagely several times
across her backside. She shrieked in pain and shock. He paused, waited until
her struggles subsided, then swung the whip hard against the back of her thighs.
Again, a pause until her sobbing grew quieter - then he suddenly lashed her
back. This time, he continued the strokes - alternating between her buttocks,
legs and back. The tip curled under his expert handling to savagely kiss
between her thighs and inside her cunt. She had lost all control and was
yelling hoarsely under the sustained beating. He wanted to thrash her until she
was dead but a cold fury stopped him from losing control. No! His master had
asked him to break her hard, to brand her, to make a slave of her before her
death. Well, he would do all of these things and she would submit like a
cowering animal! Tarik hung the whip back on the hook and knelt down behind her
body. He peeled open her labia and examined her inner folds.
What he planned next would require skill and she had to be completely
immobilized first. He took a leather strap and threaded it through the
triangular ring on the beam just next to her waist. Drawing it under her tummy,
Tarik slipped the end through the ring on her other side and then through the
top buckle at the small of her back. There was a second buckle at right angles
to the first that would be needed later. The muscles in his wrist stood out
when he pulled the end tight - so tight that Andrea was gasping as her waist was
severely constricted. The next strap was looped around the ring on the beam
just outside her left hip. He drew it round the top of her thigh and yanked it
tight; pulling her thighs apart and making her buttock rise up. Another strap
went round her right thigh at the top, pinning her down to the beam so she
couldn't move her hips. Andrea's cunt was spread wide before him, her outer
lips pulled slightly open to expose her inner folds. She was still struggling
too much so he tightened the winches at her ankles and wrists to keep her taut
against the frame. Andrea was moaning and sobbing - her limbs ached, she
couldn't move and couldn't see what he was doing behind her!
Tarik picked up the last strap. It had an open section in the center, made of
strong wire in the shape of a long, curved rectangle. The rectangle would expose
her crotch from her cleft to her anus, allowing full access to her body. He
secured the front part to the beam under her abdomen and drew the other end up
between her legs. He threaded the tongue of the strap through the lower buckle
on her waist strap and pulled as hard as he could. The wire sides of the strap
began to dig into her flesh, pressing deeply in where her legs joined her body.
She squealed in terror. Andrea's cunt was puckered up through the open section
in an obscene pout! Tarik switched on the soldering iron then selected two
labial clamps on chains and unscrewed each one. She mewed piteously while he
firmly tightened the serrated jaws of the first clamp on her left inner lip. He
pulled the chain out to the end of the beam and secured it so her cunt was
peeled open on one side. She was beginning to scream louder now. The second
clamp bit down on her right inner lip. As he tugged the chain out to the ring
on the far end of the beam, Andrea's cunt was opened widely to expose the
entrance to her vagina, urethra and the protective hood of her clit. He picked
up the scalpel that had split her hotpants and carefully sliced away the outer
cover of her tiny member. She was shrieking and pulling desperately while he
worked. Blood was seeping from the incision, mingling with the juices that
leaked from her vagina. He touched the glowing tip of the soldering iron
against her raw wound, making her flesh smoke and sizzle as it was cauterized.
Taking great care not to injure her clit, Tarik finished burning the weeping
tissue to seal her innermost folds with a curved scar.
He set down the soldering iron and selected the correct sized gold ring, then
placed it in the crimping pliers with the open tips pointing inwards. He knelt
down behind her again, and blew gently on her clit, making it stiffen and push
out from her vulva. Andrea yelled and wailed in agony when the ends bit
vertically through her clitoris. He squeezed the handles together until there
was a satisfying click. Using his finger and thumb, Tarik rotated the closed
ring through her member to examine the joint - perfect! Now for the rest of the
rings...
Picking up the crimping tool, he slid another opened ring in the end and knelt
on her left side. Her breast hung down beautifully. The pink tip was slightly
engorged already. He moved closer and stroked Andrea's nipple then set the jaws
of the tool on each side. Again, she shrieked as the ends of the ring - one
hollow, one solid, but both sharp - drove through her soft flesh. A click, then
they were sealed together! When he reached her other side, she was bleeding
from the punctures through her breast. The same treatment was given to her
right nipple. He crouched down at her front, took a handful of her hair and
forced her head back. She was terribly distressed and trembled as he slid the
ends of the tool into her nostrils. Strangely, Andrea barely made a noise when
the ring pierced right through her septum. But when he removed the ball gag,
she desperately tried to keep her mouth shut to stop him from probing inside
with the crimping device. There was a simple answer - minutes later she was
dribbling through an open ring gag with her eyes tightly screwed shut. Her
tongue was caught in a clamp and stretched out. She wailed in abject despair as
he squeezed the jaws of the tool against the top and bottom of her tongue! Once
the ring was properly inserted, he removed the clamp, shoved a penis plug in
through the ring gag, and secured it to the side straps to stifle her cries.
Andrea hung miserably on the frame, waiting for the branding iron heated up.
Tarik had deliberately moved the brazier in front of her face to let her see
what was going to be used on her body. Although she kept her pubic area
trimmed, a slave had to be kept smooth. He removed the curved strap across her
crotch. Tearing off a strip of duct tape, he pressed the adhesive side firmly on
to her hair. She shrieked when it was swiftly yanked away, tearing the
offending fur out by the roots. It took several pieces before every follicle
was gone. He rotated the brand in the glowing coals, lifted it out and spat on
it to check the temperature. She knew it was time when he drew the brand out of
the fire and bent down between her legs. This was the end of her life as a free
woman - the brand meant she had lost everything! There was no warning, no
cooling ointment - she screamed in agony and shock when the red-hot design
blistered the soft skin above her cleft. Noooo!!!! Nooooo!!!!! Andrea wailed
as the indelible mark of Ali, once her husband but now her Master, was etched
into her groin!
Now she was a slave, she could be penetrated at will. It would not be rape
because she was just an animal without the right to consent or resist. Tarik
pressed the broad tip of his penis in between her stretched labia and rammed the
full length of his shaft into her body. She screamed and screamed as he pumped
in and out, ignoring her muffled pleas for him to stop. When he withdrew, it
was not because he was finished. He picked up the whip and twisted it around
her neck, drawing the handle and lash back to form reins. Holding them in one
hand, he guided his still-engorged penis against her anus and began to push.
Andrea was screaming again. As his glans forced her muscles open, he pulled
back on the whip. She gasped and choked in terror, unable to cry out while her
ass was used for his pleasure! When he came, it was deep inside her backside.
He pulled out and wiped himself clean on the inner lining of her ruined
hotpants. Her face had turned red while she half-choked in the coils of the
whip. But it was not her time to die and garroting was too easy a death!
Tarik wasn't finished yet. She had to be fettered and readied for interrogation
- his master wanted answers, and by the time they were finished, she would have
confessed everything! He brushed Andrea's long fair hair forward and twisted it
into a single ponytail high on her head. She cried out when the hair clamp was
screwed tight, catching her ponytail in a vice-like grip. She looked down
through tear-filled eyes as a heavy steel collar was lifted up around her neck.
She felt him clamp the ends together behind her head, fastening the nut and bolt
with a ratchet. He loosened her left arm and bolted a steel cuff on her wrist.
Her right arm was next - released but swiftly re-cuffed in heavy steel. He
twisted her arms up behind her back and locked her wrist cuffs together. To
finish, Tarik placed extra cuffs around Andrea's elbows and forced them as far
apart as they would go with an adjustable spreader bar. Her ankles were next,
secured in heavy cuffs and locked closely together. Then Andrea's thighs were
fettered, just above her knees and forced apart by a spreader bar. Tarik
removed the straps from the beam and pulled her upright by the metal pole
between her elbows. He dragged her across the room to a winch and clipped the
end of the chain to her hair clamp. Andrea squealed as she was pulled upwards
until she was standing on tiptoe to ease the pain in her scalp!
Tarik came back with another device - she mewed and cried in desperation when
she recognized it - a torture belt! He separated the bands and drew the first
one around her waist. It was cruelly tight, squeezing her tummy above her hips
so much she moaned in discomfort. He was fitting the metal cuffs round the tops
of her thighs now, clamping her hips to pronounce her buttocks. Very short
lengths of chain from the sides to her waist made the belt into a steel harness.
She knew what was coming next - chains that joined her collar to her waist down
her front and back. Once that was complete, Tarik held her up by the chain
between her breasts. He unclipped the hoist chain from her hair clamp and
clipped the end to the rear of her collar instead. He took a short chain and
fitted one end to her hair clamp, then stretched it up to join the hoist chain
so her head was forced painfully upwards. Andrea whimpered as the hoist was
pulled until her toes were nearly a foot off the ground. Using another chain,
he secured her ankle cuffs tightly down to a ring on the floor beneath her.
Pausing to clip a slim chain to her clit ring, he left her stretched, suspended,
and picked up the final band of the torture belt...
Andrea made desperate gurgling noises when he came towards her with the last
part of the steel harness. She knew too well what it would do and how it was
used - she had employed it on little No-name just hours before! Tarik hadn't
even bothered to wipe his beloved slave's blood off the device. No, let this
bitch wear it soiled - she did not even deserve clean equipment! He held up the
band so she could take a good look at what was coming. There were two large
dildoes pointing up from the curve of the strap. Each dildo was covered in
sharp points and was hollow to allow insertion of the pokers at a later stage.
The inside of the curve was also covered with needle-sharp studs. He moved it
down closer to her groin and slid the band between her trembling thighs. He
pushed the band higher until the ends of both dildoes nuzzled against her soft
entrances. Tarik reached behind the band and threaded the clit chain through
the slot on the front. He moved his hands to the ends of the cruel band and
started to lift. As the studded probes scraped into her vagina and rectum,
Andrea wailed in dreadful agony! He ignored her anguished shrieks and forced
the band up until it was jammed against her crotch. He had to tug the rear end
up until it could be locked to her waist, then jerked the front end hard several
times before securing it in position. Andrea's body was taut in response to the
savage violation and her fresh brand rubbed against the studded metal band,
making the burn bleed!
Tarik came back with four teethed clamps and twisted the first two on each of
her swollen nipples. He removed the penis plug from her gag and caught the tip
of her tongue by its ring. She howled when the next clamp chewed down, forcing
her tongue out of her mouth. He tugged the small chain dangling through the
front of the metal crotch band, forcing her ringed clit to stick out. When the
fourth clamp bit into her tiny member, Andrea nearly fainted but Tarik knew how
to keep a girl at the absolute limit of her endurance so she was denied even
that comfort. She lost control of her bladder and peed out of the slot and
sides of the crotch band. The hot urine stung her wounded flesh and trickled in
red-stained rivulets down her legs. It dripped off her feet on to the floor,
only to run into a small grating, which was directly under her suspended body.
Tarik walked around the racked girl, watching her twist and groan in
excruciating pain. He tightened the hoist a few more inches to keep her legs
taut then went to thoroughly search and clear her room. He looked at the clock
- it was nearly 3 am. The bitch could wait a few hours until the dawn. After
all, she wouldn't be going anywhere...
It was a fitting place for the grave - the scent of almond blossom was almost
overpowering and the trickle from the fountain played quietly several feet away.
Tarik gently lay the broken form of his beloved slave, wrapped in a silk sheet,
into the ground and covered it with sandy earth. He placed a single orchid on
the mound and walked through the garden towards the house. As Tarik entered the
house, he met his master who was already dressed in a pair of black leather
shorts and had a mask over his eyes. "Ahh Tarik, you have dealt with the body?"
Tarik sighed and nodded. "Look," Ali went on, "I didn't realize you had become
so attached to her. You have my Helen for now and I promise you can have your
pick of the London sale in a few week's time. Some of the new girls are
displayed on the Internet already! Use my PC any time to register an interest -
the price is immaterial. It is the least I can do to make amends."
Tarik nodded glumly and went to change in his room. Helen lay quietly curled up
on the floor. She had not moved or taken the gag out of her mouth. This one is
very docile, he thought, too docile for me - I want a fiery little one just like
my dear own No-name! It would have shocked Ali to see the tears in his
servant's eyes at that moment. Tarik stripped and drew on a black leather thong
pouch. He dispensed with the mask - let the bitch see the hatred in his face as
she slowly died! He stepped over the naked slave next to his bed and went to
join his master in the playroom.
If she twisted her head enough, Andrea could see the growing light through the
high window. She ached everywhere and knew her time was short. If she had a
god, she would have prayed for a mercifully swift death. But she had seen too
many of her play-things whimpering uselessly to their deities. No, if there was
a god it was at best indifferent to and at worst antagonistic towards Life. She
derived no comfort from the thought. Andrea's life had been a roller-coaster -
from her lowly beginnings in Murmansk, she rose swiftly through the ranks of the
Secret Police, refining her skills in the women's cells under Kabul's notorious
Security Headquarters before those fools in Moscow lost both their nerve and
their grip on the world's heroin market. She let out a ragged sigh. And that
exciting time in Bosnia! The Serbs had been such generous employers until, with
the NATO net closing in, she had snuffed out the life of that UNHCR girl - and
changed from 'Svetlana' to 'Andrea'. Damn that Tarik! Damn her own stupidity!
It was too late now, too late...
"Good morning my dear - I trust you are ready for us? A bit too early for
breakfast but I like to work up an appetite, don't you agree?" Ali lit the
brazier and toyed with the pokers that were already beginning to turn a dull red
in the gas jets. Tarik, would you please release my former wife from her
clamps? They have served their purpose and will only get in the way!"
Andrea struggled feebly as Tarik's hands touched her breasts. She knew very
well what would happen! Blood raced into her crushed nipples, making her scream
in agony. It was the first of many such screams. Worst of all was the clamp
coming off her poor, ringed clit. She jerked and writhed in the cuffs and
chains, yelling with the severe pain and wetting herself in shock.
"Tut, tut! That was nothing, my dear Andrea - or should I call you 'Svetlana'?"
He knew! But how did he find out? If he knew that, he knew everything! She
had nothing left to bargain with for her life - she was doomed! "I must say you
were terribly naive, believing my dear cousin would betray ties of blood. You
see I telephoned him last night and we had a little chat about you. Farouk and
I were at Eton together - this business rivalry between us is just a little
game. And you were merely a pawn, my dear - he would have discarded you when
you delivered this notebook!" He dropped the book into the brazier, watching it
immediately burst into flames.
"Just about ready, I see. I invited Farouk over for your send-off but he
declined. My cousin has a delicate nose and dislikes the smell of roasting
meat!" Andrea/Svetlana could only stare while he lifted out a poker, examined
the glowing tip, and then returned it to the brazier. "And our very good
friends in NATO - they would dearly love to have a piece of you." He nodded to
Tarik who came to join him by the brazier. "Did you know your Russian comrades
still have a price on your head after that little trick you pulled in Chechnya?
They dislike traitors as much as I do. They shall have your head - delivered to
their embassy! Tarik, you may take the rear dildo. I shall start with the
front one." They slowly walked towards the shrieking girl, holding up the
white-hot pokers for her to see.
The Russian Consular Assistant had the mysterious parcel scanned but was still
suspicious. The box was brightly decorated with ribbons and bows but there was
no label - it must be a trap! He watched from a safe distance while the Arab
servant carefully cut open the ribbons. Without warning, the servant bent
double and threw up violently, dropping the box. As he did so a round object
rolled onto the ground. It was a woman's head! There was something sticking
out of the mouth - a piece of paper.....
